#chubby cheeks that moms would lose it over

[areislol]

"i'm gonna marry mama when i'm older!"

pairings. argenti, aventurine, blade, boothill, dr. ratio, gallagher, gepard, dan heng/imbibitor lunae, jing yuan, luocha, sampo, welt, jiaoqiu, moze x afab/fem! reader

warnings. fluff, wife! reader, use of "mama", "papa" and "mommy" and "daddy", [c/n] = child's name, sampo being sampo, lots of girl dads

a/n. baby fever hit me. #foreverwithmybabydaddy

wordcount. 4.7k

synopsis. how do they react to their child wanting to marry you, his wife?

playfully teases your child

sampo —

✧ "well, well, seems like i've got a little competitor! but you’ll need more than charm to steal your mom away from me!"

✧😐😐 <- how he actually feels inside

✧ listen, sampo LOVES his little him to DEATH. but for some odd reason hearing his son suddenly burst out saying that he was going to marry you made his face go all sour and ugly.

✧ but he knows that he you would never allow that and that it was all fun and games, still, his smirk grows larger as his son barks back. "nuh uh!! mama loves me more than you, so i will marry mama first! not you!"

✧ a loud, audible, dramatic, heartbroken, gasp can be heard from sampo's wide open mouth, letting out a strangled noise. "you!! never!! my wife loves me more than you!" you let out an exasperated sigh, watching as your husband and your son bickered back and fourth on who you loved more.

✧ "c'mon!! tell him that you love me more than him!" "that would break his heart, sampo! absolutely not!" "but... he's breaking my heart..." ah, there goes his little pout and his puppy eyes that always magically work on you.

✧ "come on... please? pretty please? I'M BEGGING YOU I'M LOSING THIS ARGUMENT TO OUR SON!!!"

✧ your eyes flicker between sampo and your son. sampo is begging you, clinging onto the hem of your shirt as his kneels down while your son on the other hand is staring at his father in confusion and.. embarrassment? you stifled your laughter back, the sight of your six-year-old child giving his own dad a stink eye was hilarious.

✧ "are you laughing at me...?" sampo looks up at your face, eyeing your expressions and follows your gaze, turning his head he faces his son who stares right back at him. "oh..."

✧ "daddy why are you always doing weird things?"

aventurine —

✧ aventurine would laugh heartily and say, "oh, planning to take my spot, are you? well, you’ve got some big shoes to fill!" he’d probably challenge his child to a fun, friendly competition to see who can win over their mom’s heart.

✧ he knows that his child actually has no chance in marrying you, but hey, it's worth a shot to see how far they'll actually go.

✧ "babe!! little [c/n] here wants to marry you~" he says, beckoning for you to side beside him, your child's eyes sparkled at the sight of you sitting down beside him, they grip on your leg, hugging it tightly.

✧ "can i really marry you when i'm older?" you cock your head to the side, eyeing aventurine and your child. "what's all this about?" you asked, aventurine simply pulled you in close to him, his arm wrapped around your waist as he hoists his child up and onto his lap. "mmm... nothing really. so, who do you want to marry, me or this little kid here?"

✧ you caressed your child's hair, letting out a hum in thought. "well... [c/n] i'm already married to daddy..." you replied, and gosh do you feel your heart crumble into a million pieces when you see your child pout, their chubby cheeks prominent. b—but..."

✧ "it's alright sweetie, you can still try, but i don't think mommy will ever marry you—" "WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" "WHY ARE YOU—"

✧ in the end you calm your baby down with aventurine who's gripping his shirt over his heart. both you and aventurine settled on letting your child compete with his dad in trying to prove themselves to "marry you one day". once they're put to sleep in their room, aventurine hugs you from behind, his arms snaking around your waist.

✧ "you only want me, right?" he sighed, face nuzzling in your neck. "well of course you're my husband. but don't get their hopes up too high okay? or else they might start crying in your ears again." you laughed. aventurine only let out yet another sigh, leading you away from your child's room.

✧ "child or not i don't want anyone else who wants to be with my wife."

moze —

✧ moze immediately perked his ehad up at the sound of his daughter's voice.. wait.. did he hear her correctly?

✧ though his face remained stoic as ever, the corner of his mouth curls into a smirk. he turns to his child, raising an eyebrow with his typical quiet intensity. "you want to marry your mother?" he asks, his voice low but carrying just the right amount of teasing. "you’re going to have to be real smooth if you want to outshine me."

✧ his gaze flicks to you for just a second, a glint of warmth in his otherwise composed demeanour. then, in true moze fashion, he quickly shifted gears, leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, as he continued to joke around with his child.

✧ "do you even have a plan? flowers? chocolates? you’re up against some serious competition here," moze adds, his tone dry but playful.

✧ despite his typically reserved nature (but over time you got to really know the true moze and not the 'crow feathered weirdo'), moze had a way of making these rare moments with his family feel special. he ruffles his child’s hair, his smirk widens slightly. "maybe i’ll teach you a thing or two, but you’ll need to practice. being this smooth doesn’t come easy."

✧ moze glances at you again, his silent affection shining through in the way his eyes softened when they landed on you. though he wasn’t one for long speeches or grand gestures, his love for his family was always clear in these moments.

✧ he continues keeping his child entertained with more jokes and a rare display of his dry wit. though he acted cool and composed, these were the moments that he held onto, the ones that made him forget, if only for a while, about the covert world he was usually immersed in.

✧ "seems like i've got competition.. i won't easily be beaten though."

overprotective about you

gepard —

✧ gepard would likely have a soft, almost tender smile when he hears his child say they want to marry you, their mother, his wife. his voice would be gentle, filled with a mixture of pride and love.

✧ "marrying your mother is an honor and a responsibility. you must be ready to protect and care for her, just as i do."

✧ he would explain that love is about more than just affection—it's about commitment, duty, and being there for each other through thick and thin. kneeling down to his child’s level, he places a hand on his child’s shoulder, offering a reassuring squeeze as he speaks.

✧ "if you're willing to do all those things then i think mommy wouldn't mind if you proposed to her." and oh does he thank the lord every day for blessing him with his child whose eyes sparkled at his encouraging words. "mhm mhm! i will!" and such chubby cheeks too.. he pinches them affectionately, a tender smile on his face.

✧ even after the conversation ends, he gazes lovingly at you, feeling grateful for the family you've built together.

✧ gepard stands behind you, arms snaked around your waist, his much larger and warm palms resting on your stomach, he hums softly on your head, kneading the soft fabric of your shirt. yeah, he could definitely get used to this life.

✧ "maybe [c/n] wouldn't mind another sibling, hm?"

blade —

✧ blade’s initial reaction would be a mix of surprise and seriousness. (though your daughter probably can't read his expression) you were out shopping and left your child an your husband together in her room, it was trashed with toys, toys and more toys...

✧ blade was subjected to his daughter's antics, but of course he allowed her to do her thing (reluctantly). out of nowhere, she spoke, her words catching him off guard.

✧ "i'm gonna marry mama!" "...no you won't." "i will!" "...."

✧ "......................................................"

✧ blade leans down slightly, his intense gaze locking with his child’s eyes. there’s a seriousness to him, one that contrasts with the lightheartedness of the situation. his voice is calm yet firm

✧ "love is not something to be taken lightly," he begins, his tone gentle but unwavering. he wants his child to understand that while the sentiment is touching, the reality behind such words is far more intricate. "when you say such things, make sure you understand the weight of your words."

✧ weight?? of your words?? what does that even mean???? <- your poor, confused child. blade sighs, what was he thinking? could this little child of his understand his words?

✧ blade watches his child closely, looking for signs of understanding despite knowing that inside the depths of his daughter's eyes, is nothing. just pure bliss and not living naively in the world.

✧ he’s aware that she's still young, that the world of love and marriage is something that shouldn't concern them (blade is never letting his precious daughter marry anyone let alone DATE). yet, he also knows that these early lessons are important. he wishes to prepare her, to ensure she grows up strong and resilient.

✧ blade’s gaze softens just slightly, though his posture remains firm. he’s not one to easily show affection, but there’s a quiet tenderness in the way he holds himself at this moment. his child’s innocent declaration has stirred something within him, something he rarely allows himself to feel. ✧ "alright alright, fine. stop sulking."

✧ "YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!"

boothill —

✧ "you’re serious about that, huh? well, you’ve got to be strong and steady if you want to take care of someone like your mother."

✧ gosh, he's just so elated with the fact that little him gets him!! like, who wouldn't want to marry you? exactly!!! he gets it!!

✧ his rugged exterior momentarily softened by their innocent declaration. his voice would be slightly gruff, but there's an underlying warmth that shows how much he cares.

✧ when his child suddenly declares that they want to marry their mother when they grow up, he doesn’t make a big show of it. instead, he quietly observes the interaction, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing at the corners of his lips. boothill gives his child a small and gentle squeeze on the shoulder, shaking him ever so slightly, acknowledging the sweetness of the moment, but he doesn’t say much.

✧ but deep down, boothill just wants to lunge himself at his child, smothering them in his love, but refrains from doing so, remembering your words. "don't tackle him or anything, he's still small and fragile!!"

✧ ruffling his hair, boothill picks up his son up in his arms, a grin forming on his lips as he feels the all too familiar grubby hands gripping his hat, tilting it to the side, a fit of giggles erupted, apparently the sight of his hat covering the side of his face was hilarious.

✧ "is it really that funny, junior?" he sighed, carefully hoisting him up to make it more comfortable for the both of them. "ah whatever, let's wait for mama to come back from shopping alright?"

✧ at the mention of your name your son's head perks up, stopping his giggles. "mama!" he exclaims, this time fully yanking his hat off. boothill shakes his head at his actions.

✧ he knows that love is complicated, something that can’t be fully understood at a young age. to him, this is a reminder of the purity of a child’s love—something untainted by the complexities of adult life.

the romantic

jing yuan —

✧ "ah, you’ve got good taste, my little one. but remember, love is a journey, one that requires patience and understanding." he’d likely share a romantic story or two, expressing his deep affection for you, his wife.

✧ jing yuan would smile warmly at his girl's declaration. how sweet of her to be wed to you, although he knows it's impossible, he couldn't break his sweet child's heart.

✧ jing yuan would chuckle softly, his hand ruffling his little one's hair as she gazed up at him with bright, innocent eyes. "you've got quite the ambition, my dear."

✧ his golden eyes would soften as he exchanged a warm glance with you, his wife. "i think mommy might like that idea," he’d tease, his deep voice carrying a note of affection.

✧ kneeling down to his child's height, jing yuan leans in closer, his smile widening. "but you know, love isn't just about weddings or promises. it’s about cherishing someone every day, even in the little things."

✧ he’d pull you both into a gentle embrace, his strong arms encircling his family. "besides, your mother already has my heart. but maybe… just maybe, you can help me take care of her, too."

✧ the child would beam, feeling proud and important, while jing yuan would place a soft kiss on your forehead, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "looks like i’ve got some competition," he'd say playfully, causing you both to laugh.

✧ later, as he tucks your little one into bed and he whispers, "you’ll find your own special someone one day, but for now, let’s make sure mommy knows how much we both love her."

imbibitor lunae —

✧ a soft, knowing smile would spread on his face, his ethereal gaze settling on his child with a tender warmth. "ah, to marry your mother… a noble thought indeed. the bond between two souls is sacred, built on trust and mutual respect," he’d say, his voice as serene as a breeze.

✧ he then turns his gaze to you, his eyes reflecting centuries of love. "your mother is a rare treasure indeed, and i’m glad to see you understand this at such a young age." His words are gentle yet profound.

✧ kneeling down gracefully, he’d gently lift his child’s hand, brushing a thumb across their tiny fingers. "but love is not something to be rushed. it’s like the moon in its cycle—waxing, waning, yet always returning to full."

✧ imbibitor lunae would most likely recite a beautiful verse from an ancient text, encapsulating the sacredness of love and family: “like the stars embracing the night sky, so too shall our hearts stay intertwined across the ages.”

✧ with a chuckle, he’d then stroke the child’s cheek softly. "but until you’re older, why not help me look after her? there’s much to learn in the way of love and care."

✧ he’d then pull both you and your child close, his comforting and grounding presence enveloping the moment in peace. "together, we are strong. perhaps one day, you’ll find your own soul to cherish as I do your mother."

argenti —

✧ argenti throws his head back with a booming laugh, his hand ruffling his child’s hair with infectious enthusiasm. "ah, such noble sentiments! you wish to marry your mother? how valiant!" his eyes would gleam with pride, and he’d turn to you with an exaggerated, theatrical gasp. "it seems i’ve been bested by our own child!"

✧ with a dramatic flourish, he’d lift you off your feet, spinning you in a playful circle before setting you down (with you playfully smacking his arm), his voice filled with lightheartedness.

✧ "but alas! your mother has already claimed my heart, dear one."

✧ to celebrate his child’s declaration (yes, have i ever mentioned that argenti is absolutely dramatic??), argenti would likely organize a spontaneous "family adventure." he’d gather some flowers from a nearby meadow or call forth a small spectacle of radiant lights from his sword, creating a miniature show. "we shall offer these as a tribute to the queen of our hearts—your mother!"

✧ he would encourage the child to present the gathered flowers or lights to you, his smile proud as his child participated in the grand romantic gesture. "together, we shall shower her with the love and admiration she so rightfully deserves!"

✧ later, as you all relaxed beneath the stars, argenti would point to the sky, his voice soft yet brimming with passion. "you see those stars, little one? each one shines with the love i have for your mother. and someday, you will understand how to shine just as brightly."

✧ argenti has never been prouder of his little one. "for now, my brave one, let’s continue showering her with love, for the greatest battles are not won with swords but with the heart."

the pragamtist (will break your child's heart)

welt —

✧ welt smiles slightly, the corners of his mouth lifting in that thoughtful, knowing way of his. "that’s very sweet of you," he’d say, his voice calm and reassuring. "but your mother and i are already committed to each other."

✧ uh oh. he can his child's bottom lip quiver.. wait.. no.. he didn't mean it—wait—!!

✧ "WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY DID YOU TAKE MOMMY AWAAAYY" ah.. there it is.. oh woe is welt. and so as your child wails and fat tears roll down his cheeks your ears perk up, obviously worried for your child who is quite literally screaming his lungs out.

✧ you walk out of your room and into the living room where you see welt trying his best to calm down his son, majority of the time welt does an amazing job in soothing him to sleep and cease his yowling but today? right now? it seems like no matter what welt tried it was to no avail.

✧ "what's going on?" you asked, raising a brow at this odd scene before you. taking a seat beside your son he quickly wastes no time in latching onto you, his chubby arms barely wrapped around your waist, his head squished against your thigh.

✧ you give welt a look. he sighs, staring down at his son who has successfully calmed down. "you see, [c/n] wants to marry you when he's older..." he begins, watching your reaction. "mhm.." you hummed, signalling for him to continue. "and i told him that we were already married."

✧ "... is that so..?" you giggled, looking down at your son who's gripping onto the fabric of your pants. "is that right, [c/n]?" your son slowly lifts his head up, an adorable pout on his lips. he stares at you before pointing at your husband.

✧ "daddy took mommy away!" he yells angrily, if it was possible, there would be steam coming out of your baby's ear.

✧ welt winces at the voice his child uses before speaking up. "you see, love is about understanding and growing with another person. it’s not just about wanting to be with someone—it’s about supporting them, no matter what."

✧ ??? "???? welt you're speaking to him as if he can understand."

✧ "oh, right." welt clears his throat, holding his son's much smaller hands in his own. "son, i understand that you love your mommy very much but..." he glances over at you. "me and mommy are already.. together. and mommy can't marry you because—"

✧ "WHY CAN'T I MARRY MOMMY" yet another session of crying begins. welt is practically dumbfounded.

✧ you click your tongue, lifting your son up into your arms, cradling him and patting his back. "shh, it's okay. daddy knows nothing... you can marry mommy if you want!" you cooed.

✧ "what—"

dr. ratio —

✧ raising an eyebrow at his child’s declaration he closes his book, his attention now fully on his child. " so you want to marry your mother, huh? well, while your intention is admirable, there’s a lot more to it than just saying 'i do.' you see, relationships are like a complex equation—variables, constants, and sometimes, unknown factors."

✧ 😐 dr ratio your child can barely answer do division calm down

✧ 'this is a great opporunity!' he thinks as he starts pacing, hands waving in the air as he speaks. "now, love, that’s the x factor! you can’t quantify it, but it changes everything. you might think it’s simple, but oh no, it’s much like trying to balance a chemical formula—get one thing wrong, and, well, it could blow up in your face!" he’d smile, amused by his own analogy.

✧ turning to you with a smirk, he’d nod. "your mother here—she's like the most elegant solution to the most complicated equation in my life."

✧ he’d then sit down beside his child, crossing his legs and leaning forward as if revealing a secret. "one day, you’ll find your perfect match—your own variable to balance things out. it’s like an ongoing experiment in life. but don't rush it! you’ve got plenty of time to gather data, test hypotheses, and figure out what works best for you."

✧ "and if you ever need help, your dad's here for you." with a grin, he’d ruffle their hair in a show of affection. "for now, though, we’ve got a pretty solid family unit here. no need to add more variables just yet." he hums.

✧ as he continued to ramble, you entered the room, finding your husband somewhat lecturing your child. he turns to you with a softer gaze. "our little one will understand it all someday. love is just like… oh, I don’t know, maybe quantum entanglement. two particles, forever linked no matter the distance."

✧ "what wont they understand?" you asked, wiping your hands off of the towel. "also dinner's ready. eating butter chicken today!" you chirped, walking back out and beginning to set the plates down on the table.

✧ eventually, dr. ratio would lean back, satisfied with his explanation. "do you understand?"

✧ your child nods their head eagerly, a wide and happy smile plastered on their face. "mhm!" but dr. ratio knows better.

✧ even if your child doesn't understand their father, that's fine. dr ratio loves them much more than others... he wouldn't mind giving them extra lessons to fully wrap the logic around their little head.

gallagher —

✧ though slovenly but content, he smiled gently as he listened to his daughter’s declaration. he was dressed in his usual disheveled manner—shirt untucked, sleeves rolled up, and an apron stained with coffee and whiskey splashes.

✧ “marry your mother, huh?” he’d say with a soft chuckle, glancing over at you with warmth. "that’s quite the bold statement, kiddo." his daughter does nothing but gaze up lovingly at her dad, awaiting his advice.

✧ the three of you were seated in his usual haunt, a cozy corner of his bar where he’d brought you along for some family time—though even now, he remained courteous, casually nodding at a few patrons who passed by.

✧ wiping down a glass, gallagher would take a moment to think, his vigilance never fully dropping even in such a relaxed setting. "marriage," he’d begin, wiping his hands on his apron, "it’s not something you just do because it sounds nice."

✧ he’d glance at you with a half-smirk, then return his gaze to his daughter. "you see, love—it’s like making the perfect cocktail. you’ve got to find just the right ingredients, mix ’em carefully, and sometimes let it sit before you know it’s ready. rushing it? well, that’s how you end up with a bitter drink."

✧ there goes gallagher and his cocktail analogy.

✧ he tosses a rag over his shoulder, leaning forward, resting his arms on the table. "someone who fits with you like how your mother and i fit together. but don’t go ordering the drink before you’re ready for it, you know?"

✧ you smiled at your daughter, ruffling her hair. "why do you want to marry me, [c/n]?" your daughter turns to you, eyes sparkling with admiration. "because mama is pretty!"

✧ "🥺🥺 oh baby..." brb you're gonna go bawl your eyes out now.

✧ as you hoist your daughter into your arms and hug her tightly, gushing about how adorable she is and that you're the luckiest mother alive, gallagher finishes drying the glasses and watches the both of you with such a soft gaze that siobhan isn't sure if this is the gallagher that she knows, but everyone has their secrets.

✧ "for now," he says—interrupting your little moment— before sliding another glass your way, "we’ve got each other, and that’s more than enough. we’re a solid team. although I'm not sure if i appreciate you trying to steal my wife from me..."

"what did you just say"

jiaoqiu —

✧ jiaoqiu’s ears twitch the moment he heard his daughter’s innocent declaration, his sharp hearing picking up every word. "what did you just say?" his tone shows a hint of jealousy, his eyes narrowing slightly before he caught himself, realizing who had spoken.

✧ this was his daughter, after all—still innocent, still sweet, and still adorable as ever.

✧ clearing his throat and quickly composing himself, jiaoqiu smiled ever so softly, despite not being able to see, he had become accustomed to pinpointing where exactly a person was.

✧ "that is so sweet of you," he say, his voice now softening with affection. his tail flicks in amusement, but there would be no mistaking the tenderness in his tone. "your mother is truly special, isn’t she?"

✧ he pats his daughter's head, his expression full of warmth as he hears her giggle. "you’ve got good taste, of course. but let me tell you, your mom’s already been swept off her feet by someone else—yours truly."

✧ he pulls his daughter close, jiaoqiu ruffles her hair, his grin never fading. "keep that loving heart of yours, and i promise, one day you’ll find someone just as perfect for you. Someone who may or may not outweigh me in terms of cooking.."

✧ jiaoqiu lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he hears his daughter giggle, shaking her head. "just make sure you bring them to me first. i’ll need to give them the old ‘jiaoqiu test,’ alright?"

✧ "oh and make sure they have good taste in food, otherwise they aren't worth it. haha, just kidding.."

luocha —

✧ his green eyes widened slightly at the innocent declaration, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he processed what his daughter had said. luocha gracefully bent down, just enough to meet his daughter's gaze, his golden hair cascading over his shoulders like threads of light.

✧ the tender amusement in his expression didn’t hide the warmth in his eyes as he replied, “you want to marry your mother?”

✧ he paused for a moment as if savouring the sweetness of the moment, before gently pinching her cheeks. “that’s incredibly sweet of you, and it makes me happy to know how much love you have in your heart.” his voice was soft, as though he were speaking a secret known only to them.

✧ with a slow, deliberate motion, luocha brushed a strand of his daughter's hair back, tucking it neatly behind their ear. “but marriage,” he continued, his tone calm, “is a commitment, a bond built on trust and mutual care.”

✧ he glanced over at you (who is smiling like an absolutely mad woman), his smile deepening. “your mother is someone truly remarkable, isn’t she?” he let the words linger each one carrying its own weight. "i’m glad you see how special she is, just as i do.”

✧ luocha took his child’s small hand in his own, his long fingers curling gently around theirs. "you’ve got so much love to give, and that’s something to cherish. always hold onto that kindness, that love."

✧ standing tall again, his coat swaying behind him like a quiet whisper, luocha’s eyes softened even more as he gently lifted his child into his arms, holding them close. “for now,” he said, his voice tender but filled with certainty, “you’re already surrounded by love. our family is your home."

✧ he turns toward you, carrying your child effortlessly in one arm, his other hand reaching out to you. you gladly take it, the familiar warmth blossoming in your body as you feel his sweet gesture.

✧ luocha clears his throat. "that doesn't mean you can marry a boy, okay? boys are good for nothing.." "luocha!!" you frown, slapping his arm. your husband looks down at you, a sweet and innocent smile on his lips. "hm..? i didn't say anything," he hums before planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

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[be-xkyy]

How about the Yanderes training their little babies to be the perfect yanderes to keep an eye on their darling when they aren't around? And I'm talking them telling what you did down to how many breaths you take. Full on lil snitches to anything you do!!!

Hi dear anon, well I think everyone would have their kids keep an eye on reader in one way or another 🖤

Would the Yanderes train their children to watch over Reader?

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Yandere Farmer Link

Yes, this man would have his children watch you 24 hours a day. He would teach them from a young age to be completely aware of you when he is not around, he would train them to tell him everything, EVERYTHING, who comes home when he is not, if you talk to someone (whoever), who you call on the phone and he would even make sure his children inform him if you do something that he forbade you to do at some point and you did anyway thinking he wouldn't notice.

Every after he comes home with his older children following close behind after a long day of work on the farm, his younger children would already be waiting for him sitting on the porch steps, they jump to their feet when they see him approaching, they run up to him and start quickly telling him everything that happened while he was gone.

"Enough. Speak one at a time, we can't understand each other. So your mother was on the phone, huh? Well, everyone go feed the horses while I talk to your mother."

Yandere Cowboy Link

Yet another one who shamelessly makes his kids watch you, he finds it funny and might even joke about the fact that his kids watch you, he would call them "his little spies" but if you scold him he would tell you that it is a "cute" thing that his little ones care so much and that just shows how much he and the kids love you, he doesn't need anything else to convince you.

His older kids (four and five years old) come over to tell him everything you did that day, he listens intently while rocking his daughter (one year old) on his hip and kisses her chubby cheeks from time to time, he laughs as he hears his kids fight each other over who tells the "wrong" story, he ends up calming both kids down before they start fighting and get your attention.

"Come on, come on kids, stop fighting before mom finds out and scolds us all, how about we go see your beautiful mother and ask her what happened today?"

Yandere Dilf Link

I think in his case it's more about his worry, paranoia of losing you, something happening to you or you leaving him rather than really wanting to control you, his son and especially his daughters will tell everything about the day to their father since they hate seeing him so worried (he's a good father) if you are more reluctant to talk to him and still don't accept your new life, your children would try to keep their father in the loop.

When he comes back from work and steps foot inside the house his children would already be there ready to ease his worries about you, they would take him to the couch and he would start telling everything to their father who would relax when, he hears nothing strange or suspicious happened in his absence, he would pat his son on the head and kiss his daughters on the cheeks before getting up from the couch to look for you.

"Here you are, honey. The kids told me that today you planted the daisy seeds I gave you... I'll bring more for you tomorrow and if you want something special, just ask, okay, honey?"

Yandere Sugar Daddy Link

He has no shame as I said, he would have no qualms about putting security cameras all over the house so he can see everything you and the kids do when he is working in his office, he would even ask the kids in front of you what they did that day, what YOU did that day, even though he has already seen everything, of course. But he wants to see if they are honest.

His son is more vague with his answers, although the boy wants his father to feel proud of him, he does not want to betray you, his daughter on the contrary tells her father everything from what she did that day, what her brother did, what you did, what the maid did, what the neighbors did... she rants happily while her father listens attentively with a smile on his lips.

"Look at that dear, our little princess is quite an observer, she sees everything. And she would never hide anything from her daddy, right little princess?"

[st7rnioioss]

bestfriend!chris x inexperienced!reader lore fic? like pre smutty smut?

BSF!CHRIS x INEXPERIENCED!READER ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

˚𝜗𝜚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬... fluff, swearing, light angst, mentions of blood, mentions of reader being insecure and bullying, kissing, p in v, protected sex (short description).

♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟ the summer of 2008

the sun was hot and blinding in the backyard of chris’s house, the sun hat you had on nicely covering you from any sunburns.

you were sitting in the sandpit, legs sprawled out to each side, rummaging around with a cup. your curious eyes kept track of how the sand would ooze out, landing in the spot right in front of you, creating a pyramid-shape of sand.

“hey, i want that one,” you heard chris say from next to you, messily reaching over to grab the cup from your hands.

you were confused at first, looking over at him playing with it after he’d snatched it right from your grip. a pout formed on your lips, furrowing your brows while reaching back for the cup.

“no, chris! it’s mine, i was using it first!” you whined, grabbing the cup from him. chris groaned, standing up to move in front of you, but you held the cup close to your chest, turning your body away from him.

“go away, chris! i had it!” you protested again, but suddenly he sat down, his small hands reaching the other edge of the blue cup.

“give it to me! it’s my turn! you’re done using it, let go of it!” he whined back, pulling on the plastic, but not strongly enough to take it from your grasp.

“chris, i said stop!” you cried, growing frustrated and annoyed by chris and how he didn’t seem to understand you were using it first, how he’d basically stolen it from you.

“i said let go!” he yelled with his childish voice, obviously mad from how his brows knitted together, seemingly not caring about the fat tears starting to prick in the corners of your eyes.

all that went down, until you let go, not wanting to fight further. but chris was still pulling hard, causing him to accidentally hit himself right in the face with the cup, the corner cutting the edge of his eyebrow right open.

“ow!” he yelled, immediately losing his grip of the cup, which you carefully reached for to take it back, all while curiously watching his face twist up in pain.

hot tears ran down his chubby cheeks, his small fingers running across the bleeding wound while he cried from the stinging and ache.

“i’m sorry, chris. i didn’t mean to do that..” you mumbled while looking at him with a perplexed and puzzled look, your wide and confused eyes stuck on his eyebrow that was trickling with blood.

♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟

later that day, chris was sitting in his living room with his brothers, all sucking on a popsicle while engrossed in some cartoon on the tv, a bandaid stuck to chris’s brow.

you had been out in your own backyard after your ran home when chris’s mom told you he was gonna cool down for a minute, picking some daisies for him, pinching them between your fingers.

the doorbell then rang in the sturniolo household, and chris’s mom opened it to find you standing there, shyly waving at her.

“hi, mary-lou,” you smiled, looking behind her to see if chris was sitting on the couch, which he was. “can i play with chris?”

you looked back up at her with big eyes, showing her the flowers you’d picked out.

“oh, sure sweetheart. he’s right in there,” his mom opened the door wider for you with a smile, noticing you seemed somewhat eager to get chris. hastily you made your way to the living room, waving at matt and nick.

“hi chris,” you smiled, crawling up into the couch to sit next to him, shuffling between him and nick.

chris glanced at you, before his eyes made their way to the flowers in your hand, looking somewhat curious.

“hi. why do you have flowers?” he questioned, tilting his head to the side, his brows furrowed. his lips and the corners of his mouth were red from the popsicle, clearly sticky from the sugar too.

“they’re for you. sorry about your eyebrow,” you held your hand out for him to take the flowers, somewhat squished and missing a few petals, but still—it’s the thought that counts.

chris looked down at them in his own hand when he grabbed them, before placing them on the coffee table in front of you to keep them safe.

he gave you a faint smile, before he looked at the lollipop that was melting down his tiny fingers.

“do you want a popsicle?” and that was all you needed to hear in order to know you were forgiven, smiling widely with a frantic nod, swinging your legs back and forth.

“mom, can i grab another popsicle?” he turned to look up at his mom, who was a little too busy with her camera, snapping a few pictures of the two of you.

♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟

sometime in 2017

“mom, you’re not being fair!” you yelled from your room with a pillow clutched to your chest, your mom standing on the other side of the door.

you had a frown stuck to your lips, your brows furrowed in frustration, as well as tears welling in your waterline. you looked down at the small bag you had packed to bring for a sleepover with those few friends you had, only for your mom to tell you that you couldn’t go.

“stop, sweetie. i don’t wanna hear any more. dinner is ready soon,” your mom said before making her way back downstairs, leaving you angry and upset in your room.

sitting on the edge of your bed, you could look straight out your window, facing chris’s. you could peek some movements in there, and that was sign enough to pick up your phone and call him.

♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟

“she was being so annoying! i literally planned it all out with my friends, and then she told me i couldn’t go!” you laid with your back to chris’s bed, staring up at the ceiling. chris was doing the same, laughing lightly along with you when you broke a laugh at your upset self. he turned to look at you, poking your shoulder.

“hey, but now we’re having a sleepover. it’ll be ten times more fun,” he smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back even wider, nodding along with his words.

“yeah,” you giggled, shooting a quick glance at the bag from earlier thrown onto chris’s floor. then to ruin the moment, your phone started buzzing with an incoming call. you rolled your eyes, grabbing your phone only to see your moms contact name.

“fuck,” you groaned, forgotten all about the dinner your mom had prepared and how’d you snook out. it was like this most days and weekends. whenever your parents weren’t being fair (in your eyes), you would immediately be welcomed in chris’s room and vice versa, spending the night eating snacks and watching some stupid show you never got to finish because you always ended up talking over it.

it was nice to have someone to hold your back, always there for you.

♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟

winter, 2018

the tension in the room was thick—so thick you could basically cut through it and finally get out of the room you usually enjoyed staying it. but not right now, not at all.

you sat on the carpeted floor of chris’s bedroom, leaning against the bedframe, his bed occupied with chris himself and his girlfriend. you had this faint idea she had something against you, but you didn’t know what. did you presence annoy her? was this the typical “his girl best friend” situation? gosh, you needed to leave.

“i’m- i’m gonna leave, sorry.. uh- dinners ready soon, so..” you muttered awkwardly as you stood up, glancing at chris and the girl slung under his arm. chris’s eyes immediately flickered to you. “are you sure? i mean, we just- just started..” his words were quick, almost begging for you to stay.

“chris, let her leave if she wants to,” his girlfriend shot in, giving you a look that spoke nothing close to kindness. embarrassed, you nodded slowly, giving him a hesitant wave before you closed his door behind you.

♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟

summer, 2019

the girls at your school could be.. heinous to say the least. chris had gotten a good handful of friends throughout freshman year who he decided to introduce you to—and lucky, you quickly all got along. but the popularity of him and his friends rapidly grew, and so did the attention from girls.

hot tears pricked in the corners of your eyes, sniffling and trying your best not to cry in the empty bathroom. you were anxiously bouncing your leg, staring down at your fingers while fiddling and fidgeting with them. you just couldn’t get those girls words out of your head.

“they’re definitely more than friends, but i don’t get it. she’s so weird.”

“you could never be good enough for chris, are you kidding?”

“chris would never go for a girl like her, have you seen her? they’re definitely not dating, he’d be dumb to.”

no one understood you were just friends, though maybe, just maybe, you wanted more than that. so with that feeling in your gut already, their words only made you feel ten times more shitty. you truly believed chris would never see you as more than a friend. i mean, at least he was single now, right?

you wanted to ask him out, you really did. but when most days were spent like this, crying and second guessing yourself, was it really worth it? to ruin a perfect and life long friendship?

and were you really that dumb? would chris ever like you as more than a friend? maybe they were right, you weren’t pretty enough.

all those thoughts kept running through your mind until the bell rang, and you hastily stood up, grabbing your bag and making your way out of the stall. quickly, you took a look at yourself in the mirror, attempting to wipe away the tears for your eyes and the few that had escaped to your cheek.

…

“what- justin? are you serious? he’s like, super annoying,” chris gasped, nearly losing grasp of the burger in his hand. you blushed, shrugging while avoiding chris’s eyes, adverting your eyes down at your fries instead. all this talk about chris and whether you were dating him or not lead to you trying to push it away—to find someone else to think about.

chris’s stomach did a weird flip when you said you had a secret crush on a guy, something twisted with jealousy. but he’d never admit it, not to anyone. his brows were furrowed, his head tilted slightly to the side while he stared at you, still struck.

“i dunno.. he’s kinda sweet. and his summer tan is really nice.” you mumbled, stuffing a few more fries into your mouth, looking up at chris. he raised his brows with a smirk, lightly chucking. “you’ve never talked to him, have you?”

your cheeks reddened, but you broke into a giggle along with chris, shaking your head from side to side before you breathlessly spoke up.

“no.. not really.”

♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟

fall, 2019

“i don’t know- i just.. i feel weird. everyone thinks we’re dating. don’t you think so? that it’s a little weird?” you questioned, turning to look at chris.

it was one of the usual friday’s. chris had finished practice earlier, just out the shower, and now sitting next to you in bed. just like normally, a movie was playing, but you had both forgotten about it.

he felt a weird twinge of feelings raise in his stomach at your words, suddenly feeling a little hot and quizzical—wasn’t this the perfect time to tell you? to pull you in for a kiss? no. there’s never be a perfect time, and he knew.

“i- i don’t know. a little?” his words were hesitant, keeping his eyes on the screen in front of you, acting interested. “but i mean.. we’re basically together all the time, so.. i-i kinda get it.”

your ears turning red and scorching when he spoke, as well as your cheeks. he kind of gets it? what was that supposed to mean?

all you could do was nod, giving his face a quick glance, flickering to his lips before a the tiniest, faintest smile pulled on the corners of your lips. “yeah.. makes sense.” your head leaned onto his shoulder, shuffling closer to him.

♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟

spring, 2022

your eyes were avoiding chris’s, mindlessly searching around the café you were sitting in, chris doing the same. your fingers were laced together with his over the table, awkwardly waiting for the coffee you’d just ordered a few minutes ago.

your smudged lips couldn’t help but curl into a smile, your face tinted a little pink—but not as much as his. chris was trying everything against his will to pull you out of the, actually really nice café, and kiss you senseless, just liked he’d done fifteen minutes ago in his car. “um, so.. d-do you think this is a good?” his free hand turned the menu to you, pointing at the name of a sandwich.

your eyes dipped to the card in front of you, reading over the ingredients. “yeah, yeah it does. do you wanna get it? we could share it.”

all the times you’d gone out with chris for lunch never felt like this. but it made sense. he wasn’t just your best friend anymore. this time it actually had a meaning—he’d asked you out on a date.

he nodded, making eye contact with you for the first time since you had sat in his car, blinking a couple times, but keeping his eyes on yours. “that sounds good.. yeah.” swiftly, he leaned closer to leave a loving but soft kiss to your cheek.

you laughed, shoving him off when he continued, finally feeling that wall of awkwardness fall. “chris, stop. you keep doing that,” you continued giggling, finally succeeding in pushing him away. “i’m just making up for all the time i wasted not doing that,” he murmured with a wide, lovestruck smile, his free hand cupping the side of your face to kiss you properly, definitely making a few heads turn.

♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟

february 14th, valentine’s day, 2025

your face was flushed pink, a small layer of sweat beading across your forehead and bare chest. the marks chris had left earlier on your neck and collarbone matched the smudged but red color on your lips—which was now transferred to his chest, burgundy imprints of your lips pressed to his skin.

“gosh, i love you.. so much, you have no idea angel,” chris’s arms were tightly wrapped around you, one draped under your waist, the other one around the back of your neck while he jerked his hips forward, holding up close. chris’s lips occasionally brushed against yours, the moans you both let one mixing together in a harmony.

you hadn’t planned on having some cliché valentine’s day plans together, especially the red petals and balloons on the bed you had seen and laughed at on the internet. sure, you went out earlier to enjoy the friday, but neither of you expected it to turn into this.. okay lie, you both definitely expected this, but neither of you vocalized it.

now you had your legs wrapped around his waist like he had instructed you to do. but to your pleasure, you dug your heels into his lower back with every thrust, pushing him deeper. “ah, chris, i- i love you too.. so good chris,” a whimper left your maroon, parted lips, before they collided with his.

your sweet noises and praise sent a twinge of fire down his spine, groaning loudly into the kiss when yours fingers pulled him closer by his hair. “can’t- can’t believe i wasted more than half my fucking life without you like this.. i- gosh, i’m so crazy for you,” his words sent electricity through your veins, arching your back to let his chest press to yours with a loud cry of his name.

in the end, you knew deep down it was all worth the wait. your friendship had bloomed into something much more beautiful, much more than just friends.

more bsf!chris x inexperienced!reader here!

˚𝜗𝜚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬... first part is based on a true story. i accidentally cracked a girls brow up, sorry! anyway, it’s valentine’s day so i felt like adding some smut.. just because. sorry😇🤍

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[sukunas-wife]

HI OML I LIVE UR WORKS THEY MAKE ME BAWL MY EYES OUT AH 😭

can you please do sukuna reader and yuji going in the caffe and yuji trying hot chocolate for the first time ?

i literally live you so much <3

🥹 ILL DO IT DO IT FOR BABY YUJI

“What the hell, why?” Sukuna eyed you suspicious of your question.

“Ryomen Sukuna-” covering your toddlers ears you gave his dad a look. “You walk around shirtless with four arms and two faces at 8 foot whatever everyday, I’m just asking you to down size and lose the second pair of arms for maybe 2 hours.”

Sukuna grumbled crossing his arms over his chest taking his son when he reached out for his dad “Shame I’m the only one who walks around shirtless in this house.” Holding Yuji on one arm the ruffled his boys hair, “What do you say brat? Do we go do whatever your mom wants or do we rip our shirts off?”

“Shirts!” Yuji screamed immediately trying to rip his shirt to copy his already shirtless dad. “That’s my boy!” Sukuna cheered him on when he managed to tear the hem slightly, “We don’t wanna go, two against one remember that parable or something you read a cord of 2 or whatever.” Sukuna turned away from your cold glare propping Yuji on his shoulder “It’s not like we really belong in public anyways.”

You huffed, looking down, sniffling, the tears burning your eyes as they start to roll and you took a shaky breath “Ryo please, I just wanted to spend some time with you and Yuji at the cafe where I first saw you. Yuji hasn’t seen the city and I just wanted one maybe two hours of your time but you won’t even do that..” your shoulders shaking as you tried to not cry, Yuji who was piggy backing on his dad’s broad shoulders pulled his hair “You made mommy cry!”

Sukuna rolled his eyes sighing heavily, “crying won’t solve your problems y/n, I said no.” Yuji pouted tugging he dad hair as if they were reigns to a horse, “daddyyy” he whined and leaned over his dads head to look at him.

Sukuna huffed before trying to gently flip his brat onto the bed “Stop you’re not helping.” Yuji giggled before running over to you, wedging his body between your knees to hug your waist, “It’s okay mommy we can still go, daddy doesn’t have too.” You sniffled rubbing Yuji’s back, “My sweet little Yuji.” Your teary eyes broke Sukuna when he finally looked at you, “FINE. Im killing anyone who gets in my way.” You smiled standing up and taking Yuji’s hand, “Good we’ll be waiting at the entrance.” You placed a quick kiss on Sukuna’s cheek and he just looked at you in disbelief, “You turned my own blood on me with your fanciful tears, disgusting.” He side eyed you as you closed the room door not hearing or seeing him smirk “What a woman.”

He stood there before calling for Uraume to come get his robes ready, he’d be needing smaller attire for the day.

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It didn’t take long for Sukuna to alter his appearance. He stood in a simple wide armed white Robe with a printed belt and plain scarf. On his shoulders was a giggling Yuji who kept reaching up to the passing branches his chubby hands smacking Sakura branches making them shake and fall. On the occasion step Sukuna would purposely shake him to make him hold tighter and scream. You’d smile watching until you got to the city, “let’s hurry! It’s just before lunch.” You hugged Sukuna’s arm, looking up at him with that damn smile, he caved “Hold on brat.”Yuji immediately gripped tightly to his dad’s hair as Sukuna hoisted you up, “I’ll make this quick.”

It felt like a breeze to before you refocused and Sukuna was already putting you down keeping Yuji on his shoulders. “Down.” Yuji bounced on his dad’s shoulders. “No, if I put you down you’re just going to run around.” You smiled at Sukuna placing a hand on his arm, “Sit down with him Ryo I’ll do everything else.” Sukuna looked at you with his usual resting face that looked like a frown, Yuji unknowingly matting his dad’s hair while he played with it. Sukuna caved leaving your side to sit in a corner booth away from everyone, he crossed his arms over his chest after he put Yuji down to sit next to him. Yuji smacked his hands on the table “daddy!” “Hm.” Looking down at his son “That’s man’s talking to mommy!” He stood up in the bench one chubby hand smacked on the table the other chubby finger pointing at a man talking to you, “That’s the cashier brat.” “…. oh…. WHAT ABOUT HIM!” He pointed to man who was now talking to you, you had a forced smile and almost a sympathetic look, “Go bite him.”

There went Yuji throwing himself under the table running to fight his dad’s battles, “for daddy!” Was all you heard before you watched the man in front of you yelp and shake his leg, looking down you saw Yuji clinging to the man’s pant, jaw locked on his thigh almost growling. “Yuji.” You forced back your smile coughing to cover a laugh. “Baby let go.” He side eyed you when you grabbed his sides and he let go, standing up you held Yuji’s hand, “Like I said this is my son and that’s my husband.” The man turned to find Sukuna staring at hin with more than an intimidating look, “forgive me.” The man bowed his left and quickly moved off, you smiled down at Yuji ruffling his messy hair, “My little knight in shining armor hm?” He puffed out his chest smiling “yeah!”

After you grabbed your tray with drinks and let Yuji carry the paper bag of sweets you ordered, you made your way to the booth where Sukuna was staring aimlessly out the window. Watching as Yuji slid into your side of the booth you set the drinks down, “Black coffee with 6 packs of sugar,” you turned to Yuji smiling pulling him into your lap “I got you some special, the waitress has to bring it okay?” He nodded “okay!” He still hadn’t let go of the paper bag Sukuna had been silently eyes as he drank his Coffee, “hand em over.”

You sighed smiling watching your husband try to pry the paper bag from Yuji’s hands, Yuji who slipped off your lap holding the bag to his chest and turning away, “no!”

“Here are your drinks! Two hot chocolates one kids with extra whipped cream.” The waitress quickly left after seeing how your husband was playing tug o war with Yuji who was standing on the booth seat. “Listen brat-” Yuji let the bag go mouth and eyes opening wide as he saw the pile of cream on the short cup, “What’s that?” Bringing his tiny fists to cover his mouth you could see the sparkle in his eyes, “I want you to try it.” He sat himself in your lap reaching for cup that you slowly put in his chubby hands. He spread his fingers over the cup “it’s hot.” “It is, so be careful.” You guided the cup supporting it from below when he tried of drink from it. The first thing to happen was mushing his face into the whipped cream that made you laugh and Sukuna scoffed with a slight smile. Pulling the cup away, “Let’s try to clear some of that up,” you took a spoon scooping out a dent in the whipped cream to see the hot chocolate, bringing to spoon to Yuji he opened his mouth wide. You watched as he closed his mouth and his eyes widened and he clapped his hands “Is good! Daddy! Try!” You both looked at Sukuna, the smile on his face unfaltering as he rested his face against his propped up hand, “You try it first brat.”

Yuji nodded looking determined “I will!” Taking the cup in both hands, your hand guiding the cup, you saw how he stuck his tongue out to test both chocolate first before starting to drink. You looked at Sukuna who looked equally as shocked when your son started to take bigger brinks. When he put the half empty cup down he let out a loud “Aahhh dalichous.” (Delicious) Your smile couldn’t be held back as your peppered the side of his face you could reach with kisses “Look at my little man,” you placed a kiss on his cheek, “so grown you have a little mustache.” He giggled at your kisses shaking in your hold. “Try it daddy…” Yuji wiggled out of your lap just to run to Sukuna, trying to climb into his lap. Sukuna who wanted to resist couldn’t when Yuji looked at him with those big pleading eyes and pulling and on his sleeve, something he definitely learned from you. Sukuna rolling his eyes let Yuji into his lap grumbling about how he better not get comfortable. You watched as Sukuna opened his mouth, his free hand guiding Yuji’s so he could drink from the cup. Yuji’s closed eye smile making Sukuna waver, “it’s… good.” You and Sukuna both watched as Yuji never shifted off his dads lap, holding his cup with two chubby hands drinking and eating pecan cookies until his tummy with round and he fell asleep leaning back against his dads chest. Watching as Ryo held Yuji against his chest, you couldn’t help but awe.

The rest of your visit with your husband was filled with Yuji’s soft snoring, as you both talked quietly about how much things had changed, Sukuna suggesting another child, preferably another boy. You rolled your eyes and would’ve swatted him if Yuji wouldn’t have been cradled against him. Soon enough you all got up ready to go. The quiet snores because Sukuna had fixed Yuji to let his chest on his, and his head tucked between his neck and shoulder. “You’ll stay warm like this.”

Your walk home was peaceful, Yuji was sleeping, drooling on his daddy without a care in the world and you were hugging Sukuna from his side. His free arm moving to hug your waist and keep you warm and with him, he looked down at you, that mischievous smirk, “So, about that second son-“ he was hit with falling snow that had you laughing so hard you had to stop the breath, “We’ll see.”

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Ty everyone and for my tag list! My Brains been everywhere but i try!

Sorry it’s so long! I need some background lol

@cyder-puff @domainofmarie @satorisgirl @sad-darksoul the other 2 wouldn’t let me tag!

I’m sorry 🤍 but tyty for everything

[babydollmarauders]

1 + 2 = “NOT AGAIN!”

part of the el!hughes au

summary: in which jack and y/n (lovie) are pretty happy, but are even happier by the end of the day.

my fingers tremble as the back of my knuckles graze over the soft and supple skin on the cheek of my three month old, whom rests in his bassinet.

“what are you three doing today?” my husband lounges on the bed, his own hand sprawled on my sweatpants clad thigh; while i sit on the edge of the bed beside him.

“i think your mom is planning on taking El out to the water,” i reply, voice soft as i stare at our son, “and Leo and i are gonna go shopping.”

“shopping?” Jack inquires. the linen sheet falls down his toned stomach as he sits up to look at Elio in his bassinet, whose eyes crinkle when he sees his father.

“yeah, i need new clothes. don’t i? yes, i do. yes, i do.” my tone is squeaky and high pitched as i direct my sentences toward my baby.

the bedroom door squeaks as tiny toddler feet slap against the floor, running into the room and clambering up onto the bed.

“daddy! uncle winny ‘time to go!’” El stitches together through labored breaths, her chubby cheeks red from the exertion of running.

“uncle quinny says it’s time to go?” Jack deciphers her words, pulling the two year old into his lap as she tries to peer into the bassinet.

“mhm!” she hums, much too distracted by the baby that has scrunched his body up and opened his mouth into a yawn.

setting our daughter aside, Jack rises from the bed, hissing when i poke at a bruise on his hip as he stretches out his limbs.

he received that particular bruise as he was tending to Eleanor last night; running into her dresser as he navigated the darkness of her room after she woke up from a bad dream.

“lovie,” he grunts, batting my hand away and stepping back, “how would you like it if i poked your bruises?”

jaw dropping in disbelief, i scoff, “you do! all the time!”

a mischievous smirk spreads across his lips, accompanied by a chuckle, “i know.”

i scoot up the bed, El clambering into my lap and resting her head on my shoulder as i watch Jack bound around the room. from the closet, to the dresser, to the en-suite, and back to the dresser, until he’s dressed and ready to head off to the rink for training.

walking back to the bed, he dips down to peck a kiss to the top of El’s head before pressing his lips to mine in a goodbye kiss. when he pulls away, he turns and leans down even farther in order to kiss Elio’s chubby cheek.

“call me if you need anything,” he speaks, gathering his gear bag off the top of the dresser, “i love you, girls.”

“and you too, Leo!” he hastily adds as he leaves the room, just in time for his brother to call from the bottom of the lake house steps.

“Jack! let’s go!”

“i’m coming!”

**

a smile twists at my lips as i watch my toddler cuddle up to her grandmother, her eyes trained on the princess movie that plays on the living room tv.

“hey momma,” i start, catching Ellen’s attention as i pass by the couch, “i’m heading to put Elio down for nap.”

“okay, honey.” my husband’s mother nods, “i’ve got Eleanor, why don’t you go ahead and take a nap too?”

“yeah, maybe.” i shrug, “thank you.”

with the three month old in my arms, i climb the stairs, turning into Jack and i’s room at the top of the steps.

in a post-feed haze, Elio’s eyes are struggling to stay open and alert, rather crossing and fluttering shut before he pries them back open. the sight makes me smile softly, gently transferring him to the bassinet by the bed. almost immediately, his eyes fall shut and tiny little snores fill the air as he finally drifts to sleep.

i sit on the edge of the bed, admiring the infant in his little blue onesie as his fingers twitch in his sleep. and in a motherhood haze, i quickly lose track of how long i’ve sat, just watching him sleep.

“you get the snoring from your father.” i whisper, a loving gaze in my eyes as i scan his face.

“he does not! you snore like a freight train!” i hear from the doorway, my head snapping up to look behind me and finding Jack stalking into the room; closing the door behind him.

“okay, we both snore.” i concede, watching as my husband sets his gear bag back in place upon the dresser and strips down to get in the shower, “but i do not sound like a train!”

“no, you’re right.” he remarks, “you sound more like a helicopter.”

“i do not! i snore like the delicate angel that i am.”

“angel? yes. but snorer? also, yes.” Jack chuckles.

“we get it, i snore.” i huff, “how was training?”

“it was fine. i just need a shower and a nap now.”

i suppose he should enjoy naps while he can. it’s easy enough for him to have one right now.

“did you go shopping?” he asks, disappearing into the en-suite before i hear the shower water turn on.

“yeah! lemme show you what i got!” i leap from the bed, swiping the shopping bags off the floor by the bedroom door.

“shower fashion show.” my husband states, “i’m sweaty and i’m not about to listen to you complain about how bad i smell.”

“good idea.”

he hops in the shower as i bring the bags into the bathroom, dumping the contents upon the counter. and for the next fifteen minutes, i’m in a flurry of quick changes and listening to his comments of ‘oooh’ and ‘i like that’ and ‘you look so good in that, lovie’.

“use my conditioner.” i tell him as i step into a new article of clothing, “your hair is getting dry from the lake water and the sun.”

“copy that.” he calls out, and i turn around just in time to see him squirt a dollop of my expensive conditioner into his palm.

“okay, last outfit!” i announce, and he turns his head to look at me as i twirl.

“that’s pretty.” he comments amidst rinsing the product from his hair.

“hey, babe?” i study myself in the mirror as i speak, turning to the side. my heart races, and i’m fairly certain i can feel it knocking around against my ribcage as Jack hums in acknowledgement as he turns off the water, “does this skirt make me look pregnant?”

i watch his reflection in the mirror as he steps out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist as he studies my figure.

his brows furrow, face pinching in confusion as he analyzes my stomach; a small tummy left over from Elio’s birth nearly four months ago, “no?”

“‘cause i am.”

his entire body goes rigid in the mirror, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

“say that again?” he chokes out, and i finally turn to face him as an anxiety ridden smile plays at my lips, tears gathering in my eyes.

“i’m pregnant.” i repeat, “again.”

Jack steps forward, wet hands plastering to my hips as his eyes dart between my stomach and my face.

“you’re sure?” he questions, receiving a nod in reply, “but we’ve only- the once- and i-”

“the once is all it took,” i shrug, resisting the urge to gnaw at my lip in worry, “i went to the doctor today before i went shopping, just to confirm what the test said a few days ago…. i’m 10 weeks.”

“three kids,” he breathes out, “oh lovie, how are we gonna do this?”

“with a lot of help from your parents and luke?” i tell him, but it comes out as more of a question than a statement. “how are you feeling?”

he blinks a few times before finally looking me in the eyes, pulling me flush to his dripping chest, “happy? scared? excited.”

“yeah?” my smile widens into a grin as his forehead drops against mine.

“yeah,” he reiterates, “we’re having another baby.”

Jack grins, his hands snaking down my hips until he reaches the crease between my ass and my upper thighs. lifting me up, my legs wrap around his waist as his lips crash against mine.

he steps forward until my ass rests on the counter, his lips trailing away to leave open mouthed kisses down my neck.

my breathing picks up, my heart pounding as my fingers sneak into the hem of the towel around his waist.

it’s at that moment that a faint cry echoes into the bathroom, alerting us that Elio has awoken.

“better get used to that, stud,” i laugh as Jack pulls away, a whine escaping his lips as he throws his head back in complaint, “because we’re gonna be getting interrupted a whole lot for the next eighteen years.”

**

“hey, Quinny,” i call out from the living room couch as he stands from his seat, glancing over as he hears my voice, “are you going upstairs?”

“i wasn’t planning on it, but i can?”

“can you grab Elio’s pacifier? there should be one in his bassinet, but if not then there’s some in my nightstand.”

“yeah, be right back.” Quinn jogs up the stairs, waving his hand up in acknowledgment when i call out a thank you.

the entire household is lounging in the living room, a child friendly movie playing on the tv. Trevor, Cole, and Luke build an intricate castle out of blocks with El, whilst Jim and Ellen sit on the other side of the couch, with Jack sitting beside me, and Alex sitting in an arm chair. Adam, Luca, Mark, Ethan, and Dylan all sit in chairs that they pulled in from the dining area, laughing at the sight of their friend taking building blocks with his niece very seriously.

“Trevor, stop. if you put that block there, it’s gonna fall!” Luke huffs, knocking the red block out of Trevor’s hand and onto the floor.

“you’re gonna teach baby Hughes bad things! stop hitting!” Trevor argues, making Cole roll his eyes as he continues building another wall of the already ginormous castle with El.

“your uncles are silly,” Cole tells El, tone serious and no baby voice in sight, “we don’t argue, do we? you and i, we make a good team.”

“she’s two, of course you get along with her!” Trevor grunts, “but if you were paired with mr. hot hands over here, you’d argue too!”

“i’m only hitting you because you won’t listen!”

the entire living room full of people is practically teeming with laughter at the scene on the floor.

“WHAT THE HELL!”

everyone freezes, the room falling silent as we all turn to watch Quinn bound down the steps.

his face is paler than usual, his eyes wild as he glares at my husband. my eyes dart around, scanning his stiff form. my body tenses as i see what’s clutched in his hand; the ultrasound photos from my doctors appointment just this afternoon.

i forgot i stuck them in my nightstand drawer. fuck.

holding them up, he glares at his brother, “NOT AGAIN!”

“hey! it takes two!” Jack pawns our small son off to Ellen, leaping from the couch and holding his hands out in front of him in attempt to placate his older brother.

“you really cant keep your hands to yourself, can you?” Quinn gruffs, “that’s practically my little sister! the poor girl can’t catch a break!”

“she’s my wife! and that night was her idea!” my cheeks flush as he announces our escapades to the room of our friends and family, “how were we supposed to know that would happen?!”

“well you’ve already had two! i think you should know by now how it works!” Quinn hisses.

“okay, can we just calm down?!” i snap, standing from my seat and facing Quinn.

“you two should be using protection,” Alex mutters from his seat. shaking his head, he looks over at Trevor and Cole, “i swear she gets pregnant every time he breathes on her.”

“shut up,” Jack growls, glaring at his best friends as they all snicker.

“you’re pregnant?!” Ellen shrieks, making Elio twitch in her arms. she looks down at the bundle in her arms, her voice softening “oh sorry, sweetheart.”

“we weren’t planning on telling anyone yet.” Jack sneers, eyes glaring daggers at Quinn.

“but yes,” i smile, looking around the room as i begin rubbing my husband’s shoulder in attempt to calm him, “we’re having another baby.”

“the last one for awhile, i hope?” Trevor questions, an eyebrow raised, but he cowers when i glare at him, “what?! the rest of us can’t keep up!”

“the last one ever.” Jack announces. “we’re not planning on having anymore. we decided a long time ago that we’re a ‘three and done’ kind of family.”

“yeah, alright.” Luke scoffs, “we’ll see how that goes.”

“can’t we all just be happy?!”

everyone’s eyes dart to me as i stomp my foot, tears welling in my eyes as i begin to feel overwhelmed with all the chaos and panic that’s filled the room.

“Jack and i are happy. we’re having another baby. that’s that! there’s no more discussion to be had!” i cross my arms over my chest.

suddenly feeling very immature for my outburst, i plant myself back onto the couch, taking my baby back from Ellen and focusing on his sweet little face to calm myself.

the room is still silent, everyone still staring at me as Jack lowers himself back down onto the couch beside me.

“hey,” he coos, “it’s okay. i’m sure they’re all very happy for us. right, guys?”

a chorus of ‘yeah!’s and ‘congratulations!’ fills the air, and my body relaxes into Jack’s embrace.

“i’m sorry, i overreacted,” Quinn sighs, crouching down beside the couch in order to look into my eyes. his hand splays across my knee, “you guys make some pretty cute kids, i can’t wait to meet the next little one.”

“yeah?” i murmur, looking at my brother-in-law.

“yeah. i just got a bit scared because you just had Elio and i’m worried for your health.” he explains, “but i promise that i am happy for you guys.”

“please don’t worry, Q,” i tell him, “my doctor says it’s completely okay and that i’m healthy. there’s nothing to worry about.”

“okay. as long as your doctor says you’re good.” he amends, and i nod.

“well i’m not good!” Jack huffs, “i’d like an apology!”

Quinn rolls his eyes, “i’m sorry, Jack.”

“not forgiven.”

“are you sure you want another baby with him? he’s acting like a child.” Luke remarks.

looking over at Jack, i smile as he grins innocently at me, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing the top of Elio’s head.

“yeah, i’m sure.”

[kyriethesquishysquid]

When The Lights Go Out (John Price/Fem!Reader)

Summary: Captain Price and our lovely reader are neighbors in an apartment complex. Being a single mom to a four-year-old little girl, the reader tries to deny her feelings for the Captain, too afraid of rejection and ruining their friendship. It seems that fate has other plans for them when the apartment building loses power one fateful night. (Yeah, I’m bad at summaries, sue me lol)

Word count: (Somehow) ~9.5k

A/N: Uhh... sorry this came out a lot longer than I expected lol. Some use of Y/N. Reader’s description is left rather vague but there are details as to her being short, chubby, and with hair long enough to pull back. 

TW: Alcohol use. A few angry lines about infidelity of the ex-husband. Porn with minor plot. Romance and smut. Size kink, slight age gap (reader is somewhere around 25ish-30ish), dom/sub themes, M!dom, F!sub, some daddy kink, voice kink, dirty talk, squirting, and loottss of pet names (I’m a whore for pet names) including good girl, princess, darling, love, and daddy.

“This is pathetic,” you muttered glumly.

Throwing back the last bit of wine in your glass, you set it down and started filling it up again. Alone, on a Friday night, drinking at home and daydreaming about your hunk of a neighbor. God, you needed a hobby. Of course, being a single mom and working full time didn’t exactly give you the time to do much anyway, but you always felt the full brunt of loneliness on the few nights you were alone with your thoughts. Emma was with your parents at their beachside home for the weekend and there you were at home, lonely and wishing you had the balls to ask the man down the hall on a date. As you started sipping on your second glass, you let your thoughts wander back to the last time you had seen him a little over a week ago.

…

“Picey! It’s Picey!” Emma’s little voice cheered, drawing your gaze up from your phone. 

A flush warmed your cheeks gently when you met your neighbor's eyes as he entered the elevator, empathetically taking in his tired and pensive expression. You managed a little smile and a wave despite the way your heart began racing at the proximity of his form beside yours. 

Standing at about six feet tall with broad shoulders and muscular arms that easily rivaled the thickness of your thighs, Captain Price was one of the, if not the, hottest men you’d ever seen. That wasn’t even counting the beautiful mutton chops and mustache combo he sported or the way his intense blue eyes crinkled at the edges when he blessed you with his bright smile. Yeah, safe to say, you were helplessly smitten with the older military man. 

“Hey, munchkin!” Price replied, all traces of exhaustion lifting immediately as he ruffled her hair, “Hello, munchkin’s mum.”

“Hello, Captain. It’s good to see you made it home safe,” you said sweetly.

Before he could respond, Emma reached out towards the captain with little grabby hands. There was a moment where you considered pulling your daughter away, not wanting to make Price feel awkward, but then he lifted his hands in waiting. You thought your heart would explode, watching him set the toddler on his hip as if she belonged there naturally while she started babbling to him about cookies. 

“Chocolate chip, huh? You’re gonna sneak me some over, aye?” he asked in a conspiratorial whisper, eyes flickering to meet yours with mirth.

“As long as you promise you’re gonna be there tonight,” you replied coyly, “No running out on another mission without telling us, got it?”

Mastering your best stern mom look, you challenged his gaze only for the big man to break into a grin. The two of you had a little system going on. You brought him dinner and sweets on the nights he was home, and he’d let you know when he was heading out of town so you didn’t freak out when you didn’t see him for a while. It started after the first time you’d made the landlord do a wellness check when you hadn’t seen him for over a week. Safe to say, you were mortified when he confronted you about it, but he took it in stride; said it was nice to have someone outside of work looking out for him. This last trip was the first time since then that he’d left without warning and you couldn’t deny that it had made you sick with worry.

“I figured you’d be upset over that but, in my defense, I got the call at two in the mornin’ and I wasn’t about to wake up the lil missus just for that,” he explained.

Your conversation was interrupted by the ding of the lift, gazes turning forward as the doors opened onto your floor. He waved you forward and followed you down to your end of the hall, all the while engaging Emma in a conversation about her newest love- Dora. A pang of sadness tugged at your heartstrings when you stopped at your door and had to unlock it, signaling the end of your impromptu hang-out with the Captain. 

“Will you be home around six?” you asked as you took Emma back from him. 

“Should be.”

Giving him a little nod, you replied, “Good, expect a delivery around then.”

…

He had to leave that next morning for another mission and still wasn’t back yet. Logically, you knew that he could be gone anywhere from a few days to a couple of months at a time, but that didn’t make you worry any less each time. 

“Good god, I need to get laid,” you mused, eyes darting to your phone on the charger, “Would Tinder be worth it?” 

You were debating the pros and cons of downloading the dating app when there was a sudden pop and everything went black around you, your dim phone screen the only source of light in your pitch-black apartment. A little scream fled your lips as the darkness immediately closed in around you like an assailant, the shadows mimicking fingers against your skin and evoking terrifying thoughts.

“Shit, shit, shit, fuck, shit!”

Jumping off of the bar stool, you made a mad dash across the kitchen in hopes of finding all the candles you had hiding in the storage closet. Of course, it was just your luck that you forgot that you had left one of the cabinets open just enough to catch your knee, the unexpected impact sending you flying across the floor with a shriek. Almost instantly, you could feel the bruises rising under your skin but even those were nothing compared to the blinding pain across your knee. Stifling curses under your breath, you turned your phone light on again to assess the damage and couldn’t help but whimper at the sight of blood dripping down your leg. A simple gash but painful nonetheless. 

“I swear to god, as if tonight couldn’t get any wo-”

The sudden thunder of pounding on your front door almost sent you into another panic until you heard the voice. 

“Y/N? Are you okay in there?” 

Captain Price. Groaning in relief, you managed to force yourself up to your feet and hobbled over to the door, sliding open the top lock and deadbolt before yanking it open. Jesus, the man seemed even bigger in the dark, his shadowed form dominating the doorway with ease.

“Hey, Price,” you huffed lamely, barely able to make out his face in the dim backup lighting from the hallway. 

He moved as if to reach out for you but then suddenly pulled away as if he thought better of it, hands resting on his hips as he looked over you. 

“I was comin’ to check on you and the little one when I heard you yell, you alright?” he asked, voice as uncertain as you felt. 

“Mm, define alright,” you joked softly, gesturing down to your leg as you flashed your phone light onto the wound, “I panicked when the power went out, and I was going for the candles when I… well, I tripped.”

It sounded much stupider when you said it out loud, you realized. Way to embarrass yourself in front of the hottest guy alive, self. He cleared his throat and you quickly turned off the phone in mortification when you realized how much skin you were showing, almost scandalous having been dressed down into a tiny little pajama set for a quiet night alone. 

“I- I see,” he muttered quietly, “Do you need help cleanin’ that up?” 

Your head nearly spun with whiplash as suggestive thoughts raced through your brain but you managed a little shrug after a moment. 

“If you don’t mind, sure, I wouldn’t be opposed to the company anyway. I hate the dark,” you admitted softly. 

Thankfully, he didn’t comment on your childish fear, just followed you in and shut the door behind him. You were about to run to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit when his hands were suddenly on your sides, steering you to the kitchen island stool with the firm instruction to ‘sit and relax’.

“I’ll grab the bandages. Where do you keep them?” he asked once you sat. 

Cheeks warming, you drew your legs up into the seat and rested your cheek on your knee, wrapping around yourself for protection against the sudden onslaught of lust rocketing through your body. While you logically knew he had to be commanding for his career in the military, hearing that authoritarian tone directed your way was nothing less than arousing. 

“First aid kit is in the bathroom, cabinet above the toilet,” you explained, hoping your voice didn’t betray your inner panic.

He stalked off without another word and you immediately wished you could see his form better. The man had an ass that made your knees weak. You were ashamed to think about how often you’d taken sneak peeks as he walked away, or how often you’d pictured riding one of his thick thighs until-

“You said you have candles?” 

“Fuck!” 

You nearly fell out of your chair as you flinched in reaction to the sudden addition of his voice to your not-so-innocent thoughts of said man. It was obvious he was trying not to let his amusement show but you caught the way his shoulders shook in laughter as he set the kit on the island next to you. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized kindly, “Candles?” 

Embarrassed and frustrated beyond belief, you told him exactly where the candles were before dragging your wine glass over, hoping to drink away the awkwardness and lust making a home in your stomach. In the time it took him to get back to the island, you had finished your second glass of wine and began to pour a third. You were gonna need all the liquid courage you could get if you were going to survive being alone with him in close quarters for the first time ever. He lit the candles and set them evenly across the island's top, the flames highlighting and shadowing his handsome face in flickering light. 

“Alright, let’s see that cut,” he sighed, taking a seat across from you.

A wave of gratefulness swelled in your chest as you realized you had shaved yesterday. No hairy legs to make things worse. That was one point in your favor. Allowing him to take your leg into his hands, you watched intently as he rested your calf against his thigh, fingers tracing gently around the edge of the gash with a sigh. 

“Got yourself good, didn’t ya? Good news is you won’t need stitches,” he explained.

“That’s a relief.”

Honestly, you hadn’t even thought about the possibility of stitches. Your lip ached under the pressure of your teeth as you gnawed on the plump flesh in an attempt to calm the blood pounding through your veins. Sure, it wasn’t under the best circumstances, but you’d longed to feel those very fingers on you for months now- and here he was, touching your bare legs, in a dark room lit up romantically by candlelight, staring at you as if… wait, why was he staring?! His lips moved and you belatedly realized he’d been talking to you while you zoned out thinking about all the ways you wanted him to fuck you seven ways from Sunday.

“Sorry, what?” you asked bluntly, a weak smile curling up your lips. 

“I said this might sting,” he repeated with a little chuckle, “Just how many glasses of wine have you had there, darlin’?” 

Heat lit up your cheeks as you gave a little shrug in response. 

“I just started on number three; I’m not drunk,” you assured him.

“Mmhmm.”

He lifted an eyebrow to express his obvious disagreement and, before you could stop it, you poked your tongue out at him teasingly. There was a sudden pause as if the world stilled when his eyes met yours, and you instinctively pulled your tongue back in as something dark passed through his eyes.

“Better watch that tongue now, love,” he rumbled softly.

Fuck, letting him in had definitely been a bad decision. Between the wine circulating in your system, your fear of the dark, and the intimacy of his skin against yours, you were undoubtedly going to make a stupid mistake. Oh but how you wanted to. 

Nibbling on your lower lip, you shifted in your seat to allow him to angle your leg up more and quickly quipped, “Or what, sir?” 

The way he fumbled the little alcohol packet would have been hilarious if it weren’t for the intense look he pinned you with after. Your laughter died on your lips before it could even exit. It was hard to tell exactly what he was thinking in the dim candlelight but, with the way he was slowly stroking your calf muscle almost subconsciously, you hoped it was good. The silence was deafening. While he wasn’t more than five or ten years older than you, you suddenly felt much younger, much smaller beneath his gaze. Was this his disappointed captain look? Had you actually upset him? 

“Uh, s-sorry, sir,” you whispered softly.

He let out a low sigh before suddenly leaning forward, fingers gently touching your chin while his thumb pried your lip free from your teeth. 

“I need you to stop bitin’ your lip like that,” he demanded.

It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest, your head swimming on cloud nine, and your skin sparking at every point his body touched yours. You barely managed a little hum of agreement when he tapped your chin softly, obviously expecting an answer. Fuck what you wouldn’t give to kiss him right now. 

“Good girl, now, sit back and let me fix you up.”

Every fiber of your being felt on fire and it took all of your might not to moan at that panty-wetting line. He had to know what he was doing, right? Nobody was unintentionally that sexy. Nobody. Swallowing hard, you nodded once and did as told, letting your hands rest on your lap as he cleaned and bandaged up the wound. It was funny. You had almost expected him to have a heavy hand, between his size and his career, but he was nothing short of tender. Almost as if he was afraid he would hurt you. 

“There, all done,” he murmured, gently patting your foot but not removing it from his lap, “Does it still hurt?”

Shaking your head quickly, you picked up the mostly empty wine bottle and tilted it his way. There was maybe one glass worth left.

“Drink?” you offered meekly, “As payment for patching me up?” 

He was obviously hesitant but finally took it after you shook the bottle insistently at him. 

“Yeah! Don’t leave me to drink alone like the fool I am,” you chuckled with a grin, “Glad to see you’re back home safe, by the way.”

“In the nick of time too, it seems,” he hummed warmly.

You nodded in agreement, letting your body relax against the low back of the chair as you sipped on your drink and not-so-subtly eyefucked him. He was dressed down more than usual, neither in his fatigues nor usual casual clothes. And yet somehow he was still the most delectable man you’d ever seen, in his tight black henley and sporty grey sweatpants; maybe even more so than usual. He looked almost approachable like that. You had to wonder if he knew the internet’s obsession with those pants or the reason why. His own ‘physique’ wasn’t lost in your appreciation of how well they fit his massive thighs. 

“Where’s kiddo?” he asked suddenly. 

It took you a second to understand what he had asked, leaving you to blink owlishly in confusion until it finally registered and a relaxed smile crossed your face. 

“My parents took her with them to their beach house this weekend, something about an early birthday gift for her and wanting to give me a “break”,” you snorted, remembering your mom’s exact reasoning.

Lifting your hands into the air, you made air quotes as you mimicked her high-pitched voice.

“Go see one of those young men who keep asking you out at work”, you squeaked before letting out a fake laugh, “As if I’d do that.” 

“Why’s that?” 

Rolling your eyes, you immediately retorted, “Well, one, I don’t date customers. Sets a bad example for the next guy that wants in my pants. And two, I dunno… I guess I just have a specific type. Besides, there’s only one man I want right now and, well, I’m certain he doesn’t exactly feel the same way.”

A deep warmth crossed your face down your neck, leaving you overheated as you looked over said man lustfully. Hopefully, you weren’t too obvious but, fuck, maybe if you were you’d get an answer. Was chancing your friendship, his connection with Emma, worth the one percent chance he’d fuck you? No, you decided with a frown, it really wasn’t. 

Price snorted, took a drink of the wine, and muttered, “Well, that’s just stupid. Either he’s blind or you just don’t know he’s interested.”

“Yeah right, Captain. I’m a single divorced mom. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re not exactly a hot commodity these days. Plus, I’m chubby and out of shape, and he’s like the epitome of godlike,” your words trailed off slowly as you let your eyes run down and up his body pointedly, “Guys like him don’t go for ladies like me, as much as I’m selfish and wish he would.”

The sigh he let out made your heart flutter. God, what would that deep rumble sound like in bed, or was he a quiet one? You hoped he wasn’t. His voice was the epitome of sexual energy and you’d want to hear him talking you through every second. 

“It’s John, and you’re blind,” he retorted blandly, earning a confused look from you. 

“What do you mean? About myself? No, I’m pretty sure-” 

“Oh, fuck it!” 

Suddenly your leg was tossed aside when he jumped to his feet, pushing to stand between your thighs as he gripped them tight and dragged you to the edge of the chair until he was slotted perfectly against the apex of your thighs. One hand moved to cup your face and dragged you into a soft kiss, his other digging tight into the plush of your hip. 

All you could do was blink in awe. Was- Was this real? Had you passed out when you fell? There was no way Price was kissing you right now.

He pulled back as if he’d been stung and let out a curse. 

“Shit, did I misread that?” he asked, brows furrowed in worry. 

Eyes wide and mouth parted, you hesitantly reached up and covered his hand with yours, taking in the sensation of his skin against yours. 

“Did- Did you just kiss me or am I dreaming?” you asked weakly. 

Relief filled his face and you watched as he broke into laughter, shoulders bouncing with the motion as he leaned in again until your eyes could barely focus on his. 

“Yes, I kissed you, is that alright, love?” 

“More than alright,” you whispered.

This time you were able to react, disbelief thrown to the side to make room for desire. Hands resting gently against his cheeks, you stroked your thumbs along the oddly soft hairs and shivered in excitement. He was gentle and sweet, both everything you’d expected and yet somehow not nearly as rough. You’d always questioned what kind of lover he was, seeing as he was someone with a heart of gold in one of the most dangerous fields of work.

Your thoughts were brought back to the moment when you felt his lips part against yours. Without a second thought, you leaned up and sunk your teeth into his plump lower lip, nearly moaning at the groan he let out in reply. The hand that had been idle on your face wrapped around the nape of your neck and squeezed tight until you released your hold. 

“You’re gonna be trouble, aren’t you?” he breathed out huskily, eyes searching your face hungrily. 

“No trouble at all,” you replied cheekily. 

“Hmm, we’ll see about that,” he scoffed, “Just remember, brats don’t get what they want, aye?” 

You could practically feel your body humming and your eyes dilated as you took in a shaky breath.

“I- I won’t be a brat,” you whispered back, comically quiet in the silent room. 

“Good girl.”

 That was the second time he’d used those words against you. There was definitely more to Price than you’d expected and, god, you wanted to explore it all, but at another time. Right now, the way he praised you felt sweeter than cotton candy on your tongue and you craved that more than breath itself. The saccharine tenderness of his words was replaced with the smoky taste of tobacco and sharp notes of your red wine when his mouth met yours once more.

A little whine escaped your mouth into his when he drew back just enough to bite your lip and sucked softly on the tender flesh. When he finally pulled away, you could only stare at him with adoration. 

“You have to stop lookin’ at me like that, princess,” he groaned. 

Oh. Oh, that nickname. Fuck, this man was ticking off all your secret kinks without even knowing it. 

“Forgive me if I’m a little starstruck,” you replied with a nervous giggle, nails scraping gently along his jaw, “I’ve only been thinking about this for months.”

“Months, huh?” he asked, leveling you with a deadly smirk.

You let out a little breath and nodded, explaining, “Ever since the first time I saw you, even before I knew what a sweetheart you were, all I could imagine was how good it’d feel if you’d pin me up against the wall in the elevator or-”

His groan silenced you immediately, your lips hanging open as you watched entranced by the way his head tipped back. 

“Come on, up we go,” he purred suddenly, fingers sliding down to grab your ass.

You instinctively clung to him with a cry of shock when he lifted you from the chair onto his waist, eyes wide as you met his gaze. 

“John! Don’t, I’m heav-”

“Princess, I train with men twice your size every day,” he cut you off smoothly, “Believe me when I say your weight is nothin’. Besides, what’s the point in having muscles if not to carry around beautiful women, hmm?”

Warmth flooded your cheeks and you buried your face in his neck, unable to meet his eyes as he said such sweet things. True to his word, he was able to carry you from the kitchen all the way into your bedroom without breaking a sweat. The instant your knees met the bed, he was on you again, lips gently kissing down the soft column of your throat. When he reached the thickest part of the muscle connecting your neck and shoulder, his teeth dug in hard, his lips sucking your sensitive flesh taut until you were nearly clawing at him, afraid he would break the skin. He pulled back with a pop and you deflated against him, whimpering his name breathlessly. 

It felt good, really fucking good, but you needed more. Slipping your hands beneath his shirt, you rested your palms against his abdomen and drew the fabric up as you soaked in the feeling of raw power under your fingers.

“Shirt off,” you managed to huff through whimpers, “Please.”

Price jerked back hastily and tore the shirt off, giving you an unintentional but lovely show as he threw it aside. He wasn’t built as in a super compact six-pack, but he was broad, solid, the defining lines of his core muscles showing with each sharp intake of breath. You let your fingers trace over each dip of his obliques, up to his toned shoulders and then back down to rest against the thicket of hair covering his tense pecs as you eyed every inch of bare skin. This man was, undeniably, a fucking god. 

Eyes flickering up to meet his, you flashed him a small smile as you leaned forward, copying his previous motions on your neck against his. His low rumble vibrated deliciously against your lips as you made your way down his neck, stopping against his shoulder to suck on the tender flesh and leave a love bite that surely matched the one on you. 

He startled a squeak out of you when his hand suddenly came into contact with your ass, the smack loud and sharp in the air. 

“I thought you weren’t goin’ to be a brat,” he asked teasingly. 

 You shot him a pout and replied, “I wasn’t. It’s only fair that I get to leave marks on you if you’re going to leave them on me.” 

Lifting a brow, he smirked and shook his head. 

“As long as you leave them out of sight,” he compromised after a moment of thought, “Gotta have some kind of professionalism at work.”

At that, your eyes widened and shame lit up your cheeks. You hadn’t thought about that at all. While your hickies could be covered up with makeup, it’s not like you’d really get in trouble for having them at work, but as a soldier- a captain no less- you could only imagine what rules they had there. 

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t think about that! You won’t get in trou-”

“Shh, shh, princess, it’s fine,” he assured you quickly, drawing you up into a gentle kiss, “My shirt’ll cover it.” 

“You’re sure?” you asked meekly. 

“I promise, you’re fine.” 

With one last kiss, he released your face and you went back to your previous task. Now, though, you made sure to keep any biting to areas that would be covered by his clothes. There were little scars scattered across his skin, little reminders that he had been hurt so many times before, and each one made your heart clench with the need to kiss them away. It wasn’t until you reached the drawstring of his sweats that he finally stopped you and pulled you back up. 

“Hey,” you groaned in frustration. 

“Uh-uh. Don’t pout at me. What do you want, darlin’? I need you to tell me,” he muttered, breath catching in his throat as you slid your fingers across his waistband. 

“I want to taste you finally,” you replied, “I’ve dreamed about it for so long.”

His moan would have made you collapse against the bed if he weren’t holding onto your hips so tightly. Fuck, you knew he’d sound good like that. 

“First, this shirt comes off,” he replied, fingers hooking under your tank top. 

Lifting your arms, you let him tear the fabric away and were rewarded with a guttural moan when his gaze found your bare breasts. You weren’t even given the chance to put your arms back down before he was knelt on the bed, arm hooked around your back to drag you forward with a growl as he pressed open-mouthed kisses against your chest. 

“Ah, fuck!” you gasped weakly, fingers sinking into his short hair for support. 

“You- are- bloody- gorgeous,” he hissed out between wet kisses, “How you think I could ever resist you baffles me.” 

Any embarrassment you would have felt from his comment was washed away the instant his mouth was on your nipple, fingers mimicking the motion on the other one. Each stroke of his tongue across your sensitive bud felt directly connected to your clit. Within moments, you felt both on the brink of orgasm and yet leagues away, your breaths coming out hot and heavy as you pulled him closer still. 

“John, please,” you whined, free hand tugging at his pants symbolically. 

He grunted, giving a slight shake of his head as he latched onto your breast with fervor, sucking so hard you felt dizzy with need. When he finally pulled back, you almost fell back.  

“Head off the end of the bed then, love,” he instructed gently. 

It took you a second to organize your thoughts but you finally nodded as he walked around to the end. Laying on your back, you quickly scooted farther down the mattress until your head fell off and you were left face-to-face with his bulge in those damned grey sweats. Oh, what a sight that was. You’d take a picture if you could. 

Lifting up just enough to meet his gaze, you hesitantly reached for his pants and asked, “Can I?” 

“Go ahead.”

Twisting your hands, you dragged your nails softly down the plains of his abdomen, enjoying the way his muscles clenched against your fingers before you grabbed the waistband and tugged it down. You instinctively froze with an audible gasp as you watched his cock slap against his belly, the tip resting right below his navel. While you could tell he was big through his clothes, you’d underestimated just how big. And fuck was he beautiful, thick and veiny and delectable. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, John,” you bit out in disbelief with a laugh, “This is supposed to fit in me?”

Allowing one hand to keep tugging his sweats down, the other came up to wrap around his base. Despite never having been with a man quite as big as him, you knew you could do it, but you also understood it was going to take some getting used to. One wrong move and you’d be in pain for days after. 

“Don’t worry, princess, we’ll make it fit,” he purred warmly.

A muted curse left your lips as your core clenched in need. This man was going to be the death of you. Wiggling so your neck was better supported by the edge of the bed, you used your hold on his dick to lead him forward, parting your lips invitingly the moment he was close enough. His taste was overwhelming when he finally pushed between your lips. A hungry moan escaped before you could stop it and your fingers dug into his thighs, urging him forward. 

He slowly inched closer, pulling out and sliding back in with each step until he was able to lean over your body, one hand resting beside you on the bed to balance himself while the other busied itself plucking at your nipples. It was hard to take at first, your anxiety telling you that you wouldn’t be able to actually handle his full size, but you breathed through it all and focused on keeping your muscles relaxed.

“Fuck, look at you,” he sighed, scratching his short nails down your stomach, “You’re absolutely stunnin’, love.” 

You flinched in surprise when his fingers slipped beneath your shorts but the shock was cut short by rampant desire as he slid his digits along your slit with a groan. The motion flexed his hips forward and buried him further into your mouth, head pressing uncomfortably against your throat. 

“Can you take more, darlin’?” he asked softly. 

Humming out positively, you quickly swallowed before craning your neck back farther, hoping to open yourself more. 

“That’s my girl, relax your throat for me. Tap me if it gets to be too much.”

After letting you take in a deep breath, he began to push deeper. Almost instantly you felt tears flood your eyes. It took every bit of your resolve not to give into the desperate need to gag around him as he pushed in slowly, but you held strong. You’d give everything you could to this man and you wouldn’t complain for a single second. 

“Fuck!”

He jerked back suddenly and thrust in just as quickly, then again, until he got comfortable with fucking your mouth. Pressing your tongue against his cock, you were easily lost in the motions, reminding yourself to suck in a breath every other thrust when you could; so lost that you practically jumped into the air when you felt his fingers start moving against your clit. Your entire body melted into the mattress as you gave over to primal desires, brain too full of cotton to do more than allow you to just feel. 

“So fuckin’ wet for me, love,” he groaned quietly, “I can’t wait to see how wet you get when I make you come.” 

The moan you let out was garbled by his cock but it made him groan your name in return, his hips stuttering in their pace. You nearly whined at the loss of his hand in your shorts but then it was over your neck, wet fingers wrapping around your throat and pressing against the sides as he thrust in as far as possible and held there. You couldn’t breathe, and yet you found you weren’t scared. 

“God, look at that. I can see your throat bulgin’ around my cock. I can fuckin’ feel it when I press right here. What a pretty fuckin’ sight you make.” 

A broken whine fell from your lips when he pulled back suddenly, leaving your blurry eyes staring at his erection wantingly until he took your hands and guided you up. You were barely upright before his mouth crashed against yours, biting, brutal, and perfect. 

“John, please,” you whimpered against his lips, nails finding a home in his arms as you tried to pull him onto the bed. 

“I already told you, you need to use your words, princess,” he reminded you firmly. 

Wiping away the few tears that had fallen, you nodded and said, “I want you to fuck me, please.” 

The smirk that curved up his lips made your heart thump. 

“I will, I promise, but not before I have those beautiful thighs wrapped around my head,” he retorted, “Lay down.”  

Apparently, you took too long to move in your shock because the next thing you knew, you were shoved back onto the bed. A giggle escaped quietly as you situated the pillow beneath your head but you went silent as you caught the beautiful sight of an entirely naked Captain John Price scaling up the bed over you. Who the fuck gave him the right to be so goddamn gorgeous? He snagged your shorts and tore them off, tossing them away without a second thought before he leaned down over you. 

“You and those eyes, darlin’,” he sighed softly, lips pressing softly on your sternum. 

“What do you mean?” you asked. 

A sharp gasp caught your breath when he turned his head and rubbed his beard against your sensitive skin, teasing across your flesh until he took your hardening peak between his lips, his eyes never leaving yours. 

When he released you, there was a twinkle in his gaze. 

“I used to tell myself I was just seein’ things, but now, now I know,” he murmured, beard trailing across the expanse of your chest until his mouth was hoving over your other nipple, “You’re eyes are so damn beautiful, so expressive. I can see every thought goin’ on behind them and it drives me crazy.” 

You licked your lips nervously and asked, “That’s good, right?” 

His response came in the form of a growl as his teeth sunk into your breast, tearing a squeal from your chest as you instinctively arched into his touch. 

“Very good. I like seein’ what I do to you.”

Butterflies twitched up a storm in your belly as he slowly kissed down your abdomen, taking care to plant his lips on every little spot, even those you hated. When he lifted your legs up onto his shoulder, you couldn’t help the little whimper you let out, feeling beyond exposed to him, a little overwhelmed by the intimacy. It had been years since you’d been with anyone, since even before your ex-husband had left you and Emma, and now you were here with the sexiest man you’d ever laid eyes on lying between your legs, practically salivating at the chance to eat you out when the man you’d been married to couldn’t even be bothered to do more than stick his dick in. What a fucking upgrade. 

“Don’t be quiet, love, I want to hear ya,” he ordered lowly, lips trailing up the inside of your right thigh, “Is that understood?” 

“Yes sir,” you whispered back, grinning as you saw the reaction clear in his eyes. 

“Good girl.” 

He moved slow, so slow that you want to whine and beg him to move faster, but the tingle of his beard and teeth against your skin felt too good.  When he finally kissed down your mound and his lips brushed against your slit, you couldn’t hold back a moan.

“That’a girl,” he hummed.

His arms hooked around your legs, pinning them open as one hand dipped to part your lips and his tongue immediately went to the place you craved it most. Instinctively your legs fought to close against the sudden tendrils of pleasure but he easily held them in place. 

“Uh-uh, this is mine,” he growled, punctuating his words with a little nibble against your clit.

“Fuck!” you gasped.

Your fingers clung to the sheets for some semblance of restraint as your eyes rolled back and a low moan crawled from your throat. With slow, heavy motions, he lapped at your clit, teasing you up the precipice at a pace that made you delirious for more. Gradually the leisurely licks turned into more precise, quick strokes and you lost your ability to stay silent. 

“Please, please more,” you whimpered. 

His moan was loud in the quiet room and the heated cadence twisted the knot in your core tighter. 

“More what?” he asked huskily.

Though his tongue was no longer at work, he didn’t stop teasing you, letting his fingertips rub your clit oh so gently as he kissed up the inside of your thigh. 

“Hmm, princess? Tell me exactly what you want,” he encouraged. 

Brows furrowing, you whimpered and battled through the sensations long enough to reply. 

“I want you in me,” you gasped. 

He chuckled and gave a gentle bite into the meat of your thigh before saying, “I need more to go on. Use your words, little one. What part of me do you want inside of you?” 

You slapped a hand over your face in mortification and bit out, “I want your dick in me! Please fuck me!” 

“Oh baby, I told you. Not until I’m done with you. You’re going to come undone on my tongue first, then I’ll gladly fuck you.”

Was this man hand-crafted by the gods specifically to give you a heart attack? How did he manage to roll up dominance and sweetness so perfectly? Your thoughts spun out of control when John brought your attention back to him, removing his hold on one of your legs with a little smack to your hip. 

“My fingers will have to do for now,” he purred.

Even warned, the breach of his fingers into your cunt set off a miniature explosion. Your walls clamped down tight without thought and your legs shook in restraint as the blissful ecstasy edged rapidly closer. When he added his tongue back into the mix, your brain shut off entirely. Curses and whimpers of desperation filled the air as your nails scrambled for purchase against your breasts. 

“Jo-John, fuck yes, please- I-”

“That’s it, love, come for daddy.”

Those words beautifully timed with the flicking of his tongue finally sent you over the edge with a scream. Ecstasy erupted in your core, shocks of pleasure vibrating through your body as he worked you endlessly through it. You instinctively tried to push him away but he snagged your wrist tight, pinning it down against your stomach as he held your hips down against the bed, not giving you even an inch as you thrashed in his hold.  

“J-John,l fuckohmygod!”

It was too much, burning and hot and so fucking good. His tongue continued to swirl and dance as he deepened the curl of his fingers with a hungry groan. Before you could stop it, you felt a familiar, debauched pleasure release within. With a cry of shock, you thrashed under him with guilt and indulgence as he pushed you into that rarely achieved euphoria that painted your thighs and his face with slick. It wasn’t until you were frantically jerking at your bonds and begging him through tears, nearly collapsing in on yourself under the stimulation, that he finally drew away with an animalistic growl.

All you could do was lay there, panting and whimpering, and try not to cry like a baby. Never had anyone been able to make you come like that. 

“Hey, look at me, princess,” John cooed softly.

You could feel him crawling over you again, his body radiating heat across your rapidly cooling skin, and you instinctively smiled softly at the comfort he brought. 

“Love, let me see those beautiful eyes, hmm?” he urged, hand gently stroking your cheek. 

After another second or two, you managed to flutter your eyelids open only to find him with worry in his gaze. It was unbearably endearing until you realized just how wet his facial hair was and your cheeks burned hot. 

“S-Sorry,” you whispered, reaching up to get rid of the evidence. 

John chuckled when he caught your hand before you got anywhere near him, slamming it to the bed beside your head as he leaned in and caught your lips in a soft kiss. 

“Don’t ever apologize for enjoying yourself, darlin’,” he replied warmly, “If I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t do it. Fuck, I could live off that sweet little cunt, princess. And the way you say my name? God.”

It felt so weird to hear such good things about yourself and it made you want to shrink away but he was having none of that. 

“I need to know if you want to continue. If you want to stop, just say-”

“No! I- I want more,” you cut him off quickly, legs wrapping loosely around his hips, “Please.” 

Gone was the worry, replaced by wanton lust as a smirk filled his lips. 

“You sure?” 

Swallowing hard, you nibbled on your lower lip and whispered, “Please… daddy.”

If you didn't know better, you’d have thought you’d slapped him by the groan he let out, his hips subconsciously grinding against your cunt. 

“Oh, uh, it might be a little late but… I’m am clean and I’m on birth control,” you added meekly, shuddering under the heat in his gaze, “I- I got tested after Daz cheated and I haven’t been with anyone since then so… It’s- It’s safe if… I just don’t have condoms so…”

You let your voice trail off awkwardly, his silence worrying you until he let out a low sigh. He stretched forward and pressed his lips to your forehead gently as he murmured your name. 

“You’re gonna kill me, you know that?” he murmured, then asked again, “You’re sure?”

“Completely, please, fuck me,” you assured him. 

He moaned softly before lifting back up onto his hands, staring down at you with pure unadulterated passion and desire. 

“You said it’s been a while, aye?” 

When you nodded, he suddenly slipped off to the side, grabbing your hands before you could complain about the loss and drawing you up onto your knees. 

“Come, sit on my lap, we’re gonna do it like this so you can control how fast we go,” he explained as he patted his thighs, “Stretched you out a bit but the last thing I wanna do is hurt you, darlin’.”

The thought of sitting on him was less than ideal but you gave into him at his gentle insistence. With his help, you crawled onto his lap, hovering with his cock just against your lips. 

“Have you done it this way before?” he asked. 

“No, I don’t think so,” you replied shyly.

“Alright, so you’ll start like this, it’ll let you control how deep we go until you’re comfortable, and then once you’re ready, I’ll help you put your legs behind me.” 

Your lips quirked up at the mental image and you couldn’t help but giggle. 

“I know, it sounds silly, but I promise, it’ll be best for you,” he explained with a boyish grin, “And plus, it’ll let me see your beautiful face and these gorgeous tits.” 

With a little nod, you carefully widened your kneeling stance and took hold of his cock, guiding him to your entrance. Just feeling his head against you was enough to light that fire in your core again. 

“Oh fuck,” you whimpered as you lowered your hips. 

Your nails were sure to leave marks on his shoulders as you held on for deal life, relishing in the burning stretch of your walls accommodating his size. He didn’t seem to be faring much better if the hiss he let out was any indication. 

“There you go, slow and steady, princess,” he purred encouragingly, hands resting on your hips to help guide you. 

 With a surge of confidence, you silenced him with the sudden drop of your hips, groaning when it felt like the air had been knocked out of you. His name came out as a prayer as you wiggled your hips, impatiently trying to get him in inch by inch. It was a good thing you were soaking wet because otherwise, you wouldn’t wanna think about how hard it’d be to get even that far. After a moment, it felt like too much and you had to pause, taking in deep steadying breaths. 

“I know, princess, I know. But you’re taking it so fuckin’ well,” John groaned, “Just take your time. There’s no rush, baby.”

Baby. Fuck. Out of all the names, that one felt the most intimate for some reason. It made your toes curl and pushed you past the hump, giving you the power to keep going. Mama didn’t raise no quitter, as the saying goes. A grin crawled across your lips at the look of pure devastation and pleasure that crossed his face when you finally wiggled again. His head fell back and a devilish growl escaped his clenched teeth. Fingers clawed at your plush bottom and held you in place as you teasingly swayed your hips. It was clear you were more than ready before he was, which you’d take as a massive compliment.

“You feel so fucking good, daddy,” you murmured, grabbing one hand and bringing it to your mouth.

Those beautiful crystal blue eyes had barely met yours before you sucked his thumb between your lips and clenched your core tight. 

“Fuck!!” he hissed, thighs jumping under yours, “You- God!”

Swirling your tongue around his thumb and sucking on it like a lollipop, you let your hips settle down further, burying him deliciously deeper in your core until there was no more space between you. Your eyelids fluttered shut against the sudden surge of pleasure igniting in your belly, trying to fight it back. You wanted to focus on him. It was just so hard when he filled you to the absolute maximum that your body could handle. Once you didn’t feel so close to the edge, you rocked your hips left and right and back and forth, watching his face closely and soaking up the unrivaled lust that showed. 

“Come here, balance on me, and let’s swing this leg out,” he said hoarsely.

With his instruction, you were able to sit with your legs crisscrossed behind his back and it only pushed him that much further into your cunt, your walls greedily sucking in every inch. The moment you were stable, he was quick to advance on the opportunity, free hand palming your back and jerking you toward him with a hungry moan. Before you could react, he had you melting in the palm of his hands, lips hungrily sucking at your left breast while his fingers plucked the right. All your fight, your will to do this entirely on your own, flitted away slowly with each stroke. 

When you finally started moving again, you almost came immediately, a panicked gasp catching in your chest at the way your clit rubbed against his pubis. His warm chuckle barely filtered through your haze until his fingers snarled in the hair at the base of your neck and he jerked you into an achingly sweet kiss, his other arm wrapping around your back. 

“That’s it, beautiful, just like that,” he cooed gently. 

Of all the fantasies you’d had about John, nothing had ever quite stood up to this. There was something more to this than just raw, animalistic sex and it made your heart beat just a little bit harder. 

Every rock of your hips was aided by him, drawing you that much closer and easing the strain on your legs. Soft praises spilled from his lips, encouraging little moans telling you how good you felt, how beautiful you were, how he wanted to stay like that forever. It was almost enough to make you cry but the ever-growing pressure in your core kept your senses on high, making your brain focus more on the pleasure than the intimacy you didn’t know you craved from the big man. Your forehead pressed gently against his as your eyes rolled back and you clawed at his shoulders. There was so much to take in, the passion and emotion both physical and mental, and you were starting to lose grip on all facets of control. Thankfully, he seemed to match your sentiment, hands suddenly pulling you to a halt as he let out a groan. 

“I want you on hands and knees,” he demanded gruffly, “Can you do that?” 

Nodding hastily, you carefully untangled yourself from him and grabbed a pillow, shoving it beneath your hips to help keep you at the perfect angle. 

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded gravelly with a sharp smack to your ass. 

With a whimper, you wiggled your hips at him and gasped, “I want you in me. Fuck me, please!”

He lined his cock up and immediately slammed in with a heady groan, all sense of worry and compassion gone. Your nails tore into the sheets as he stretched through your walls without hesitation. It was so much at once. That other position had truly babied you against his size. Now, now you were feeling every single fucking inch. Your body instinctively fought against the depths he reached but, mentally, you wanted nothing more than to keep him there for the rest of all time. 

“Fuck, oh my god, it’s- mmm- s’too much!”

“Relax, little one. I know it’s a lot,” he purred, hands stroking along your back lovingly.

“Mmmm, yesss. Hurts so good,” you whimpered mindlessly.

“Yeah, but you can take it; can’t you, princess?” he groaned as he started to rock his hips. 

Those dirty words were spoken in such a sweet, soothing tone that it made your heart do backflips, a seductive check-in on your mental state and willingness. You nodded against the mattress with a little moan. 

“I can- Fuck, I can handle it,” you cried, “Take me, use me.”

He let out a rumbling moan and leaned forward, fingers snarling in your hair and yanking back with a sigh. 

“That’s right. This tight little pussy takes me so damn well. Gonna fuck you and make you come so hard you can’t walk afterward,” he snarled. 

You felt like a marionette doll, bent and twisted to his desires, and it felt so fucking satisfying. Every stroke of his cock did unbelievable things to that bundle of nerves deep in your core, and as he moved faster, you could feel your climax taking hold. 

“Yeahhh, I can feel you tightenin’ love. You feel so fuckin’ good,” he groaned, “That’s it, be a good girl and come for daddy now.”

All at once everything coalesced and your vision went black as your world slammed down around you. As he fucked you from one climax right into the next, you felt the tears you’d been fighting finally fall, streaming down your cheeks under the paralyzing rapture. It felt like it was never-ending but then he pulled out, leaving you a babbling mess. 

“Wha-”

Your question was cut off as he grabbed your hips and tossed you over onto your back. The instant you were facing him, he lifted you up and you were quick to wrap your legs around his hips for balance, one hand on the bed and the other hooked around his neck. As he ducked down, you welcomed his kiss as if it were life-saving. 

No words were spoken beyond grunts and moans of euphoria but there was no denying the conversation flowing between your bodies. Overwhelming and heart-pounding, desire filled your veins and urged you forward to nibble at his throat. 

“Come with me, John, please.” 

The cry that left his lips as you bit into his neck was devastating and immediately he buried himself as far as possible into you, sending you over once more as his hips shuddered against yours. You thought mindlessly about how there was no better sensation in the world than the twitching of his cock when he came inside you as you trailed your tongue up his neck with a moan. It was the most primal, instinctive claim one could ever have over another.

“Jesus,” he sighed shakily.

You managed a little whimper of agreement as he slowly pulled out. As soon as he moved back, you collapsed onto the bed with a whine. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, voice somewhere between amused and actually worried.

You flashed him a thumbs-up and caught his gaze with a loopy smile. His answering smirk made your body react and a groan escaped again. 

“Stop being so sexy. It almost hurts,” you whined.   

Laughter filled the room joyously as he plopped down onto the bed next to you. As he drew you in closer, one hand found yours and brought it to his lips. Eyes fluttering open, a rush of embarrassment flooded your cheeks as you realized how intently he was watching you. 

“What?” you asked curiously. 

“Just admirnin’ you, darlin’,” he replied easily, “You sure you’re okay?”

A hum of agreement left your lips before you flipped your hand over and laced your fingers between his. You weren’t certain where this put the two of you, but it certainly seemed like more than a one-night stand. You hoped.

“When does Emma get back?” he asked. 

You thought about it for a moment before replying, “Should be back Sunday night, why?” 

He drew your hand to his mouth once more, this time pressing little kisses to each fingertip. 

“Unless you’ve got other things to do, how would you feel about me staying tonight and I can make us breakfast in the morning?” 

You bit your lower lip in hopes of containing some of the surely stupid joy rolling off of you in waved as you gave a little nod. He smiled back warmly but there was a look of uncertainty that passed through his gaze as his other hand sunk into your hair, drawing goosebumps across your skin as he played with the strands. 

“And then, if you can put up with me for long enough, I want to take you and the munchkin out for dinner Sunday night. How’s that sound?” 

At that, you could no longer contain your excitement. Rolling to face him, you leaned up and caught his mouth in a sweet kiss, trying to convey just how happy that idea made you. 

“I’d love to, and I know Emma would be ecstatic. She really adores you,” you admitted warmly. 

“Good, now, we’ve got plenty of time until morning and the electricity isn’t even back on yet,” he murmured deviously, fingers tauntingly sliding down your stomach to your thighs, “What say we work on conquering your hatred of the dark, aye?”

[justmeinadaze]

We're a Family Part 19 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Dads Steddie X Mom Fem Reader, SMUT, delicious smut between the boys and then da boys and reader, spanking (they like it :)), slight overstimulation, dirty talk, FLUFF, they love their kids and reader loves her little family, ANGST, Spicy Dylan is back to test slightly over protective Stevie, Steve talks about his high School days, I think that's it.

Word Count: 4363

“Mama? Can you say mama, my love?” James giggles and kicks his feet as you hold him up under his arms. “Oh my goodness. Look at that cute smile.”

“Mommy, can I have a snack?”

“Go ask your father. If he’s cool with it so am I.”

Aurora rises to her feet and scurries quickly to the kitchen. “Dad! Mommy said I could have a snack.”

“You know I can hear right? You three aren’t hidden behind a wall or in another room?” Your daughter covers her mouth as she laughs and Steve lifts her into his arms as he heads to the fridge to get her something to munch on. 

“Even if he was in another room, your dads are superheroes. They hear and see everything.” You playfully widen your eyes making her laugh harder. 

“Don’t laugh, Ro. It’s true. I’m like Batman, the greatest detective in the world!”

As he heads towards the living room, Dylan quickly bangs down the stairs and heads for the front door. 

“Hey, hey, hey! Where are you going?”, you shout.

“My friend’s invited me over for a movie.”

“Not even gonna ask?”

“Mom, may I—”

“Yes, you may. Go on.”

He grins as he heads for the door before Steve stops him again. 

“Hey, what time were you going to be home? I was thinking, maybe, you, me, and Eddie could play a game or something.”

“Um, I’m not sure but I’ll text you guys and let you know!”

The man sighs as he comes over to the couch and plops his body down next to yours. 

“Don’t take it personally.”, you softly smile as you rub his shoulders. “He’s a teenager. It’s what they do.”

“I know. I just feel like we haven’t got to spend time with him in a while especially with just us you know?”

“Without these adorable attachments?” James grins as he wiggles out of your hold to replace his sister’s spot on Steve’s lap after she slides to the floor. “God, he looks so much like you. I don’t think either of these children got my genes.”

“Yeah they did. James say ‘I have mama’s nose and cute chubby cheeks.’” As he pinches the baby’s face you lightly smack his shoulder as they laugh. 

***

“Steve, baby, we know where he is. I checked with Noah’s mom. Come to bed.”

“Y/N, this isn’t ok. He said he would let us know when he would come home. Not only did he not do that but he’s not answering his phone.”

You glanced at Eddie who gestured with his head for you two to go into the bedroom. 

“Ok. If you need anything…”

“I love you.” He smiles at both of you as he continues fiddling with his fingers. 

“Am I being too lenient about this? Noah’s mom said he was there.”

“He has a point, sweetheart. As someone who snuck out a lot and did terrible things”, Eddie chuckles. “I at least left a note telling Wayne where I’d be. He was always terrified Lynn was going to kidnap me or something so if I was even a little bit late he would panic.”

“My sister and I always said we were going to someone’s house but then went to a party. “

“Troublemakers.”

When you and Eddie laid down the clock by your bed said 9:30pm. Without Steve and now being worried about Dylan, you stayed awake with the metalhead casually talking in the dark. At 1am, the alarm beeped as your son stumbled in. 

“Shit.”

“Shit is right, kid. Where have you been?”

You both listened as they spoke, Steve sounding much more agitated then when you left him. 

“I told you. I was at my friend’s house watching a movie.”

“Lose the tone, Dylan. You said you would text us what time you were coming home and then you didn’t respond to any of our calls or messages. What if something happened to you?! We would have no idea.”

“But nothing did, dad, alright? I’m fine and I’m home. Can I go to bed now?”

“No, you can’t because you are in a lot of trouble. I can smell you from here. What were you really doing?”

“Ugh! I was at a friend’s house! How many times do I have to say it?!”

“Until you tell me the truth, Dylan!” You started to get out of bed but Eddie reached for her arm to keep you in place. “Fine. You want to be stubborn. That’s ok. You’re grounded. No phone, no tv, no friends house. You’ll stay here all summer for all I care until you want to be honest with me!”

“Don’t get mad at me because I’m not spending as much time with you guys anymore, Steve!”

The metalhead promptly released his grip and you marched towards the living. 

“You. Bedroom. Now! You better be awake when I get up there and don’t even think about stomping or slamming doors. If you wake up either one of your siblings you’re staying up with them.”

He huffed as he did what you commanded. As soon as he was out of sight, you turned to find Eddie with his arms wrapped around Steve from behind as he rested his cheek on his back. 

“Are you okay?”

“Huh? Yeah, I’m, um, I’m fine. I’m sorry if we woke you up.”

“Aw, that’s cute. You think we went to sleep.” Steve smiles at his husband’s joke as he wraps his own arms on his.

“Honey, you know he didn’t mean that, right?”

“Yeah, I know. I’m fine, guys. Really.” 

Your eyes glance upstairs as you listen to Dylan vomiting. “Well, he’s going to be learning a lot tonight. Lesson one, drinking CAN fucking suck. Eddie, do you mind helping me get him in bed?”

When you two find him, he’s fast asleep by the toilet. Eddie carefully lifts him into his arms, carries him into his room, and places him on his bed. 

“He’ll be okay, right?”

“Were you at his age?”, you ask as you take off your son’s shoes and socks.

“Ma’am, you can’t prove I was drinking in my adolescence.” He grins when you laugh. “Hey, um, go check on Steve. I’ll take care of the rest here.”

As you entered your bedroom, you found Steve sitting on the edge of the bed staring into the void of the carpet. 

“Is he okay?”

“Yeah, baby, he’s fine.” You sit beside him and tenderly run your fingers through his hair. 

“It’s not what he said exactly but, goddamn Y/N, hearing him say my name again hurt a lot more than I thought it would.”

Pulling him into your arms, you tugged him down against the pillows and held him till he fell asleep. When Eddie didn’t come back, you tiptoed out of the room, and up the stairs to find him asleep on the floor by Dylan’s bed. Your heart shattered for them both as you covered him with a blanket, checked on your other two little ones, and headed back to bed. 

###########

You son slugged down the stairs early the next morning finding Steve in the kitchen as he bounced James around while feeding him. 

“Hey, take this. It will help with the headache.” Dylan sighed as he took the medicine and quickly chugged down the glass of water like he had been thirsty for days. “You’re going to want to drink a lot more of that through the day. Hangovers are never fun.”

“Do you know why dad is asleep by my bed?”

“Hm…I imagine he was worried about you. We all were.” 

“I’m sorry I scared you guys. I was at Noah’s but his parents left to have dinner together so…”

“Soooo…you and your friends raided the liquor cabinet?” Dylan nods as he rests his head against the counter making Steve chuckle. “Yeah, I did that a few times. It was easier for me because my parents weren’t home 99% of the time. People would come over and party at my house.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“It was…until I realized I hated the people I was hanging out with and was just trying to impress them.” Dylan shifted his gaze to look up at him. “Plus, the hangovers the morning after were a pain in the ass when I was supposed to be paying attention at school.”

“Why are you being so nice to me? I yelled at you and called you by your name.”

Steve sighs as he shifts James around in his arms. “Yeah, you did but, Dylan, that doesn’t change the fact that you’re my son and I love you. Nothing you do or say will change that, kid.” The boy wraps his arms around him, pulling him in for a hug. “That being said, it was nice knowing you because as soon as your mom wakes up she’s probably going to kill you.”

The baby tries to tug on Dylan’s hair causing the boy to wince as he lightly grabs his wrist. 

“James, dude, you have to stop with the hair pulling.”

“For real. It freaking hurts, doesn’t it?”, Eddie yawns as he descends the stairs with Aurora in tow. “Why are you up, weirdo? When I was young and stupid, I slept till like 4 in the afternoon.”

Steve chuckles as Dylan cringes at the volume of his voice. 

“Oh, I’m sorry.”, he whispers loudly. “Are you hungover? Drink a little too much last night?”

“Wha Dylan drink?”, Ro asks turning to look at her brother as her father narrows his eyes at Eddie.

“Nothing, honey. Dylan just had too much soda with his friends.”

“Nice recovery, Steven.”

“Is anyone hungry? I know it’s a bit early but since everyone is up.”

“Wha ‘bout mommy?”

“Let’s let mommy sleep a little more.”

You smiled from your place by the bedroom door where you had been eavesdropping, climbing back into bed so Eddie and Steve could spend some alone time with their kids. You listened to the sounds of your little family giggling and talking as they made some breakfast. It was a stark contrast to the silence you heard every morning almost 15 years ago when you were married to Charlie. Even after Dylan was born, when he woke up he crawled into bed with you, waiting for you to open your eyes to make food while he watched cartoons. 

After a while, the living room went quiet and as you stepped out to check on them, you found everyone had fallen asleep again. Both men were laying with their heads on opposite sides of the couch using the arm rests as pillows. James was curled up on Eddie’s bare chest as his father’s palm was holding him securely on his back. Aurora was on Steve’s left side while Dylan was on his right. Both kids had their heads on his chest while he had his arms wrapped around them. You quietly snuck a few pictures before beginning your day.

***

“Hey mom.”

“Heathen.”

Dylan laughed at your joke as he turned his attention back to Steve’s BMW. “Dad said cleaning his car would be a good punishment until you thought of something better. To be fair, it’s pretty awful. There’s like a never-ending supply of cheerios all over the backseat.”

“Yeah, your sister loves to snack. She gets that from Eddie. You think this car is bad, you should clean his van.” Your son shakes his head in fear making you giggle. “Naw, I think Steve came up with a good one last night. No phone, games, or going to friend’s houses for…a week. I was going to say two but we’ll chalk cleaning the car towards good behavior.”

He nods, grinning in your direction. “I don’t how good it is. I can’t seem to get this spot off.”

Tilting your head, you move closer to where he was pointing before he suddenly turned the hose in your direction causing you to gasp. 

“Oh, there we go. I got it.”

“You butthead.” You both playfully chase after each other as you try to wrestle the hose from his hand. 

“Hey! I see a lot of water but none of it landing on my car.”, Steve chuckles as he shouts at you two from the porch. Aurora giggles as she runs towards you both on the ground. 

“Sorry, baby, Dylan is an awful car washer. He keeps missing places.”

“Y/N, don’t you dare.”

“Don’t I dare what? I don’t even have to hose.” Hugging your daughter, you duck as Dylan shoots water towards Steve making Eddie cackle beside him. 

“I have a baby! He is my white flag.”

Steve marches down into the yard and easily snags the hose from his son, spraying all three of you as you run in playful panic. James laughs as he claps his hands getting the man’s attention. 

“Steven, I have a child.”

“Uh huh.”

Eddie tries to use the baby to block parts of his body making him giggle as he makes grabby hands towards you. As he leans away from his father to fall into your open arms, Steve takes the opportunity to drench him causing Aurora to point and laugh as his long hair falls comically over his face. 

“Am I joke to you, Ro?”

“Yes, daddy!”

The six of you remain outside and have fun together till the sun begins to set. 

“Ok! Please, try to eliminate as much dripping on our floor as possible. Dylan you run upstairs and shower. Rara and James, you come to our bathroom. Shoes on the porch, please and thank you.”

***

“Hey mom?”

“Hey kid?”

Dylan smiles at your response as you come into his room and take a seat on his gaming chair.

“I really am sorry…about everything.”

“I know.” You meet his grin with one of your own. “Baby, you’re a teenager. You’re going to fuck up. You think the three of us didn’t?”

“Yeah, dad told me about the Harrington parties.”

“It’s funny. You would expect it flipped with Eddie having parties but that man told me he snuck out to hang out with his friends and play D & D. He’s actually the good boy of our group when I think about it.”, you giggle.

“Oh, you and Aunt Kierra weren’t choir girls?”

“Depends on who’s asking.” Your son laughs at you as he leans back against his headboard. “What I’m trying to say is like Steve said… we love you.”

“Yeah…I hurt his feelings though right?”

You twirl in his chair as you carefully thing out your answer to his question. 

“Do you remember when we were in the apartment and you had gotten in trouble at school for fighting? You were so angry; I remember when Steve came over you shouted at him like I had never heard before. After talking to you, you cried in his arms. When you went into your room, all he could talk about was how worried he was about you. He didn’t care that you yelled at him. Eddie didn’t care that you said he couldn’t scold you because he wasn’t your dad. They just wanted you to be ok.”

“They still have that picture you drew them to.” Dylan grins as you both giggle. “Well, Eddie has the original. Steve has a photocopied version in his desk at school along with that little box you made him for his birthday when we were neighbors.”

“What do you have?”

“Good lord, my desk is littered with things you and Ro have done. As soon as James starts getting creative, I’m going to need a bigger office!”

##############

“Excuse me!”, you jokingly holler when you find the boys making out in your bed. “Cool, don’t wait for me or anything.”

“Payback for when you were pregnant with Aurora.”, Steve accuses as his finger reaches out to boop your nose as Eddie continues sucking on his neck.

“That was almost five years ago, Steve Harrington. I need you to let it go.”

He grins as his eyes flutter closed and he groans as the other man grinds his waist against him. 

“Fuck me. Come here, baby.”

“No, you two keep going. I told you I don’t mind you guys being intimate.” Eddie lifted off Steve’s shirt before discarding his own, mewling as he ran his fingers through his chest hair and up towards his jaw so he could bring his lips back to his own. “And I definitely don’t mind watching.”

Getting lost in each other again, Steve tugs on his husband’s sweats and the metalhead removes them, yanking the other boy’s down along the way. As he crawls back up the length of his body, Steve takes a hold of him and flips Eddie on to his back. A heavy moan leaves his lips as Steve rubs his cock against along his own. 

“Yeah? Do you like when I do that? When I grind my messy dick on yours.” Eddie responds with an open mouth kiss making Steve chuckle as he lightly pulls away. “Answer me, baby. Please. I want to hear it.”

“Feels…feels so good.”, he panted as his palms gently ran up and down the man’s back to his ass. “Don’t stop.” Steve’s head fell as he sucked on the metalhead’s neck, grinding his hips harder against his as Eddie’s eyes rolled back. “Fuck. I-I need you to ride my cock, sweetheart. Please.”

Steve nodded as he shuffled back onto his knees and turned his attention to you.

“Come here, honey. I need your help.”

As you crawled closer to them, he playfully pushed you over so he could yank off your pants and panties while Eddie lifted off your shirt. After light heartedly punching his arm and readjusting yourself, you both tilted down to lick the metalhead’s length. You took care of his tip, flicking your tongue along his slit and lubricating him with as much spit as you could while Steve played and wrapped his mouth around the boy’s balls. 

“Jesus! You both are going to fucking kill me.”

The other man came off him with a loud smack, grabbing your face as he sloppily kissed your lips. “Don’t cum yet ok?” You whined, feeling desperate for relief. It didn’t help when his hand came down to spank your ass causing Eddie to groan as a heavy pant of need escaped you. “Ok?”

“Ok, I’ll wait.”

You moved out of the way to give them space and Steve hastily positioned himself over Eddie, gripping his cock in his hand, and slowly lowered himself on to it.

“Fuck me, baby. I’ll never get over—mmm—how tight you are. Th-that’s it, Steve. Take what’s yours.”

The man bounced and grinded on top of him, his eyes closed and mouth open in ecstasy. Licking his palm, Eddie began stroking his cock and you quickly rose to your knees to cover his mouth as Steve’s moan bordered to a shout.

“Sorry. Feels so good.”

“Don’t be sorry, Steve.”, you cooed as you kissed his shoulder. “Trust me, I know how amazing his cock feels.”

“When we’re done, baby, we’re both going to fuck you so fucking hard. We love you so much, Y/N.”

“Focus on him right now, honey.”

Eddie pulled himself up into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around Steve as he roughly thrust up into him. Steve clung to the man’s hair as ran his lips along his chest to his neck. 

“Cum, baby. Come on, my good boy. Cum.”, Eddie panted repeating his words over and over until the other man mewled and his release hit his tummy. “Good boy. Fuck, you are so fucking hot when you shudder like that on my dick.” He couldn’t help but smile when he heard you whimpering at his words. “You hear that? She likes the way I talk to you. Jesus…imagine how wet she fucking is right now.”

Steve began to subtly grind down, meeting the metalhead’s thrusts making Eddie groan as he looked up to meet his eyes before he grits his teeth and came inside of him.

Eddie falls back against the mattress, breathing heavily as his body gleams with sweat. The other boy kissed up his chest as he reached for a tissue to clean of his tummy before glancing towards you.

“There’s no rush. I can wait.” Your other husband looked your way as well when he heard how small your voice sounded. 

“Are you okay, princess?”

They grinned when you nodded your head and opened your legs to display your dripping cunt.

“Fuck me…”, Steve sighed as he crawled towards you while Eddie rolled onto his stomach and slid closer to you. “Look at her getting all hot and bothered.” His forehead leaned against yours while Eddie rested his on your shoulder. They were both still panting slighting which made you whine again as you rubbed your thighs together. 

Their fingers effortlessly slipped through your folds and moaned as Steve slid two of his digits inside of you while Eddie pressed circles into your clit. 

“You like watching him fuck me? Stretch me open? He feels so good inside of me, Y/N, I swear to God.”

“St-Steve, please.”

“What, baby? What do you need from, Stevie?”

“Faster.”, you answer breathlessly as your head falls back. Their lips latch on to your neck as both men do what you ask causing your eyes to roll as you feel the coil wind. 

“You like the way I talk to him? He really does look fucking handsome when he cums. You look sexy to, princess. The way you moan drive me crazy.”

You quickly shove your face into his shoulder to smother the scream that wants to break loose as you cum on their fingers.

Steve grips your waist and spins around onto his back, placing you near his hips. 

“Put it in, honey.”

“Are you sure? You both just came—”

Pinching your cheeks, he brings your lips down to his own, kissing you with a need you hadn’t felt from them in a while.

“I don’t care, Y/N. I want to feel you, baby.” Reaching between you both, he hisses as you slowly guide him into your entrance. “Goddamn it…”

You can see it all over his face. Steve was trying so desperately to control himself as he waited for Eddie. He was still slightly overstimulated and that contact just made him want to fuck you hard till he came again. The sight had you clenching tighter to him and in return his fingers pressed harder into your skin. 

Eddie’s own fingers startled you as he gathered some of the slick between your legs and pumped his cock a few times before gradually pushing into your ass. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”, the man behind you groaned as he took hold of your shoulder. Pulling himself back till just the tip was inside you, he slammed back in pushing you forward making Steve grunt at the sensation. 

They both took over, thrusting into you with purpose as you tried to suppress the urge to scream. Eddie’s palm came down a few times on your ass causing both you and Steve to let out a needy whimper. Leaning on to your back, his hand came around to lightly grab your throat as his fingers turned your head towards him. 

“Our beautiful girl, baby. Look at those gorgeous fucked out eyes. Do we—mmm—do we feel good, Y/N?”

“Always…always…”

Eddie chuckles when he looks down at his husband’s scrunched up face. “I love when he gets like this. Look what your pussy does to him.”, he whispers as he turns your head again. 

“I’m gonna—”

“You gonna cum, sweetheart? Ok, let us take care of you.”

Collapsing forward, Steve’s arms wrapped around you as they both pumped their hips at a harder pace. Panting in his ear, you trembled as you came. The man underneath you followed, grunting you felt him let go inside of you. With a couple more rough thrusts, Eddie gasped as he filled you up, slowly pulling out and falling to your sides. 

“Are…are you two dead?”

You shook as Steve laughed, gently lifting your head so he could look at your tear-soaked face.

“Are you ok, honey?” 

“Yeah. Just…felt good.”

“We need to learn new words besides good.”

“Jesus, Y/N. Look at Mr. Teacher over here.”, Eddie sasses as he sticks out his tongue at the man. “Come on, my loves. We need to get clean.” As everyone stood to head for the tub, the metalhead tugged your arm forcing you to stop. “Shit, sweetheart. I didn’t realize I hit you so hard.”

Turning to look in the mirror, you notice the growing red mark that was developing where he had spanked you. 

“Oh, you really didn’t, baby. I swear. I would have told you if you were.” You quickly kissed his lips before climbing into the warm water and curling up around them. 

“So, I heard a rumor that the Harrington’s house was the place to be back in your high school days.”

Steve smirked in your direction as you and Eddie beamed over at him. 

“Yeah, for a while. I had some falling outs with some people I thought were my friends. As Munson loves to tell people, I used to be asshole.”

“What made you change?”

“A girl. She made me realize I didn’t like who I was with them.”, he grins. “Not to say that’s the same with Dylan. He and Noah are good kids.”

“The people he used to hang out with were assholes like him. Whatever happened to Tommy anyway?”

“I don’t fucking know.” Eddie splashes water in his direction and Steve does the same. “How is Dylan?”

“He feels bad for hurting your feelings.”

“Naw, he didn’t hurt my feelings. That’s my kid, ya know? He can call me whatever he wants but he’s stuck with us.”

Your hand reached out to gently run through his hair. 

“Your dad is a fucking idiot. You’re a good man, Steve Harrington.” You lean back and kiss the other boy’s cheek. “You to, Eddie Munson.”

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prompt: zarah's obsession with mamma mia! leads to an all out birthday party <3 based off a blurb on my old blog. super sweet!

thank you @eddiemunsons-missingnipple for the edit <3

contains: fluff pure fluff!

Eddie blamed Victor Klein, his father in law, for this. For the screaming kids, his own and others. For the bright sparkles, streamers, and sequins. For the obnoxious disco balls that were hung everywhere, spinning and reflecting off the sea of turquoise. And worst of all, for the blaring ABBA that boomed unforgivingly out of the sound system.

You’d been busy all morning, giving directions to the workers who were setting up the party, instructions on where to hang things, put things, perfecting every last detail while you cradled Vega in your arms, nursing her with a blanket thrown over you. All these years and Eddie was still in awe at you, heart still skipping a beat when he saw you. You always had it so together. What would he do without you? He didn't want to ever find out.

“Hang the big disco ball up there- yes, right on that tree. I want it in the center over the dolphin.” You nodded towards the event planner, petting Vega’s downy curls while you swayed with her. “Ed, honey, could you do me a favor?”

Of course he could. He’d do anything for you, you knew that. “What do you need, mama?” Eddie hummed, hooking his chin over your shoulder, grinning down at your fourteen month old.

You beamed at the two, watching your baby gargle in laughter at Eddie, hands reaching out towards him. “I’ve got to get the girls ready. Can you hold Vegie and make sure the caterer knows where to set up? Oh! And make sure there’s room in the fridge for the cake?“

Eddie took baby Vega, smiling at her while she laughed, chubby hands immediately going for his hair to yank them. The little shit, Eddie thought. Always thought it was so funny because he'd hiss in pain and she would cackle her little baby laugh, she was so much like you.

"Yeah, I got it." Eddie pressed a kiss to Vega's baby fat filled cheek, nose nuzzling into the soft skin. "We got it, Mama, you go get dressed." His voice raised in octave, bouncing the baby in his arms.

Your face melted, eyes crinkling from the smile on your face. "Oh, and Daddy will be here soon with the props for the photo area."

Eddie's face fell into something of a half lipped snarl of dread. He regretted not volunteering to help get the girl's dressed instead. You gave him a tight lipped grin, leaning forward to kiss the corner of his mouth, hand gliding over Vega's dark curls. "Make sure you show him where to put them, ok?"

"I got it, Princess." Eddie rolled his eyes at you. "Go on control-freak. I've done a million of these things. I've got it under control."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him playfully. "Oh, she might need to be changed soon, rockstar." You quipped, sashaying into the house. "But you've got it handled, right?" Head tilted over your shoulder to look back at him, eyes batting playfully in his direction.

Eddie huffed, looking down at Vega, her little plump lips pulling into a gargling grin. "Think I'll change you into your Metallica onesie just to watch your mom have a fit." He gave dimpled grin. "Yeah? You think that would make her lose her shit on me?" Vega laughed, hands reaching out to tug his locks before Eddie stopped her, taking the small, chubby hand and blowing a raspberry kiss into her palm instead.

Eddie jumped at the sound, the static then the trill sound of the piano blaring and playing the opening notes of 'Dancing Queen' through the connected speakers outside and in the house.

"Sorry, Mr. Munson!" Sherry, your family's party planner, apologized quickly, turning with her clipboard to chew out the sound tech responsible.

Eddie looked at Vega, frowning at her puckered, pouting lips, brows creased deeply at the intruding sound. "Aw, did that scare you, sweetheart?" Eddie cooed dramatically, pressing his nose to hers. "I know, sweet girl, ABBA scares me too."

***

"Edward."

Eddie could feel his shoulder's tense, spine straightening and rolling back at the sound of the voice behind him. Victor and Tana Klein.

"Hey," Eddie greeted, a fake laugh companying an even faker grin, while he set the shelf down on the cabinet. Of course, you'd gone over the top for Zarah's cake, it was large and tiered and didn't fit with the cleared shelves.

"I didn't know you guys were getting here so soon." You're never early to anything else, not even our wedding, Eddie thought behind clenched teeth barred in a smile.

"Well, of course we are." Tana sneered in a faux smile, painted pink lips pressed firmly together. "It's my grand baby's birthday."

Eddie fought an eye roll. He knew you would've given it to them anyways, but he was trying to be better, accommodating for the sake of his daughters.

"Button said she wanted these brought." Victor motioned to the large tub their chauffeur was carrying in.

"Yeah, great." Eddie nodded, taking the tub from the uniformed man. "Let me take these to Sherry, and, uh, the girls are all in our room." He nodded, a white knuckled grasp on the tub.

Between your parents, the bright colors, loud disco music, and shrilling kids that were soon to come, Eddie was in his own personal overstimulated hell. "Need help with that, boy?" Wayne's gruff voice came from behind Eddie, finishing the last of his cigarette.

"I got it." Eddie grunted, dropping the box and motioning to Sherry that it had arrived.

Wayne snorted, shaking his head in laughter, tilting the cigarette over to Eddie in an offering. He'd flew in the week before to celebrate on Zarah's actual birthday. No way in hell Wayne was missing any of his grand babies' birthdays or milestones. He stayed in the guest house for the week, cooking breakfast for the girls in the morning. You both enjoyed the extra company, and the girls loved their Poppa Wayne.

Eddie graciously took the cigarette, taking a long drag before exhaling slowly, looking over his shoulder to make sure you or the girls weren't around. Kensington had nearly combusted when she found Eddie smoking, screeching that he was going to die, so since then, he had to get more careful about sneaking out for a smoke.

"Saw your in-laws made it." Wayne nodded towards the house. "I bet the girls will be happy to see 'em."

"Yeah," Eddie rolled his eyes. "Surprised they made it. They brought the stuff from the set that they promised Zarah, so at least the followed through on that." Unlike the countless promises they gave to you as a kid. It was unspoken, but Wayne heard it loud and clear.

"'S a real nice party, son." Wayne nodded. "ABBA. Who woulda thought a nine year old would want that kinda party?"

Eddie shrugged with a small grin. "Mamma Mia!, technically." Eddie said pointedly. "Zarah's been in love since the movie premier this summer. Victor funded it or something, and she got to go. I thought Sicily for sure would be the one to love it, but no, it was Zarah."

Zarah, your quiet, calm daughter, always so level-headed and easy. You and Eddie weren't sure how she came from the two of you, she was so opposite from either one of you. She always loved music, loved when Eddie would teach her how to play guitar so you supposed that's what was to blame with the Mamma Mia! obsession. Still, it was a stark contrast from her very calm personality, the bright, dizzy colors of the movie and upbeat songs.

Wayne smirked, lines by his eyes crinkling deeply. "I think she'll be excited then." He motioned around. "Your lady went all out for this, didn't she?"

Eddie snorted. "Of course, she did." He grinned proudly, watching the staff put the blue and pink flowers in a disco ball vase. "She always goes all in for the girls' birthdays, you know that."

"Yeah, I do." Wayne nodded. "She's a good mama to 'em girls."

"She is." Eddie agreed fiercely, heart swelling at the thought of you. You were good at everything you did in life, but motherhood... it was like you were born to be a mother. Eddie was sure you were, so perfect in every way. He got emotional thinking about it, thinking about how good you were to the girls; to him.

"You're a good Daddy, too." Wayne clapped his hand, calloused and scarred from years and years of hard work. Hard work to provide for Eddie and himself. "They're lucky to have you too."

Eddie felt his throat constrict, jaw clenching to keep his emotions in. "Thank you." Eddie's head bobbled, looking over at the older man. "Sometimes I don't know what the hell I'm doing with them. Especially six."

Wayne laughed. "Six girls. I tell ya, I wasn't big into that karma shit, but after that, they made me a believer, boy." He cackled, clapping Eddie on the back firmly.

Eddie rolled his eyes, smirking lightly. He knew he was right, Wayne just didn't need to know that. He didn't need the older man knowing about how Persephone had went on her first date on New Years Eve and Eddie had a panic attack.

"You're good to 'em, Ed. All of 'em, their mama too, and you know it." Wayne said casually, flicking the cigarette into the ash tray by the waste bins.

Eddie nodded wordlessly. "Thank you." He swallowed thickly around the lump in his throat.

"Daddy!" Sienna's shrill voice cut through the bustling noise around her, through the yard and leaving Eddie cringing. "Mommy needs you!"

Eddie huffed, rolling his eyes over at Wayne. "Better go, boy." Wayne laughed. "'Fore I have to say I spoke too soon."

"What baby?" Eddie asked, heavy boots stomping up the stairs towards the house.

"Mommy said you have to come change that it's almost party time." Sienna reported, head lolling to the side, hands on her hips. Ten years old, and had enough sass to rival your worst attitude.

"I have to change?" Eddie asked, brows furrowed. He looked down at his outfit. He'd wore his nicest paired of ripped jeans, a band tee because it's a birthday party, for fucksake.

"Yes, Daddy." Sienna scoffed. "Mommy said we're all wearing outfits." She looked down at her own, flared metallic go-go leggings and a sequined, turquoise top. You'd smeared teal eyeshadow on her lids, glitter down her cheeks to really encapsulate the look. She looked adorable, but no way Eddie was wearing anything like that.

"Sienna! Where's my feathers?" Sicily huffed from the other room.

"Kensie had them!" Sienna pointed towards the stairs.

"Nuh-uh, she said you took them! The pink one was mine!" Sicily snapped.

"No, it isn't!" Sienna gaped at her twin. "Mama gave me the pink one and you the blue one!"

"Easy," Eddie held up his hands between the two. "Mama left them in the basement, ok? Don't make a mess, but go get the one you want." He nodded towards the basement door, climbing the stairs up towards his own bedroom.

"Baby?" Eddie called, ducking down the hall to listen for your voice.

"I'm in here." You hummed, cooing down at Vega, slipping the rather large bow headband over her curls. You swore you'd never be that mom with the exaggerated bows that were bigger than your baby's head, but... they looked so cute in them. And what better occasion for an obnoxiously large bow than an ABBA themed party?

"You are just the prettiest girl in the world, aren't you? Look at my little baby Vega." You cooed, tickling the little fat of her tummy that poked through her outfit. All the girls were dressed in coordinating go-go outfits, just like in the movie. You'd had them ordered for week, including one of your own.

Eddie smirked, looking at you hunched over the bed, body hugged tightly in the metallic stretchy material of your own outfit. Eddie wolf whistled at you, licking his bottom lip while he eyed you in your little teal outfit, tight and fun- like what you used to wear when you first met him, only this was more ridiculous.

"Look at you, sexy mama." Eddie grinned. "Think I might finally be getting the hype around this shit."

"Hey," You warned with a frown. "Don't even start, alright? I know you're a rockstar, but your baby likes Mamma Mia! and ABBA, so you're gonna be alright with that. Humor me for tonight, Munson."

"I'm just teasing, angel, you know that." Eddie rolled his eyes, walking over to you. He looked at you with wide eyes then back at Vega. "What have you done to my baby?"

You snorted. "Doesn't she look adorable?" You squealed down at her. "Just the prettiest little baby! Yes, you are!"

"Baby, she can't lift her head in that, that's too big." Eddie pointed to the bow.

You rolled your eyes, shoving him lightly. "Shut up, and go get dressed. Everyone's about to be here."

Eddie blinked at you. "What's wrong with what I have on?" He asked, motioning down to his outfit.

"Eddie, be serious, please. I don't have time today." You huffed with an eye roll. "I have your stuff in the closet."

"I am being serious." Eddie frowned. "I'm not wearing anything like that." He pointed to your outfit, shining and reflecting off the sun in the windows.

"Yes, you are." Your eyes narrowed in challenge, hoisting Vega up on your hip. "You can't wear that, Eddie, it doesn't match!" You threw an accusing hand out towards his outfit, pouting up at him.

Eddie huffed. He longed for the days when he could bend you over if you shrilled at him like that, fuck you until you didn't care what he wore. "Baby, it'll be fine."

Your eyes narrowed at him. "Please tell me you are not that fragile that you won't at least wear a white top and khakis to your daughter's party to fit the theme for her."

"Don't do that." Eddie snapped, finger pointing at you in warning. "Don't try to manipulate me and use Zarah. You want me to wear it, not her, and I don't even have khakis."

"So? Do it for me!" You shrilled, throwing your hands out. "And you have blue jeans, Ed, wear those!"

"Button? Is everything alright?" Tana's droning voice, nasally and posh came from down the hall.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "I'm fine, be right down!" You called back. Vega sensed your distress, dropping her head onto your chest, face rubbing against the exposed skin on your chest and shoulder.

"At least change the shirt? Into something on theme?" You huffed, looking at him with rounded eyes, pleading.

"Something on theme? Like what, baby?" Eddie asked, softly and cooing.

"Something white or colorful at least?" You quipped a brow at him, hearing the doorbell sound with the arrival of guests. "Not black." You shut the bedroom door with a slam much harder than you meant to, leaving Eddie cringing at the sound of your wedged heels stomping down the stairs.

He opened his closet door, exhaling slowly out parted lips while his eyes scanned the sea of black clothes in front of him. He managed to find an old Iron Maiden shirt that was blue instead of black, slipping that on and hoping that would satisfy.

***

Zarah was in her own form of paradise. The usual shy child, blushing and giggling while you walked her into her party, the crowd yelling a harmonious "happy birthday!" when she entered. Disco balls, teal, sequins, and everything Mediterranean and pretty all scattered your backyard and patio. The speakers played a mix of ABBA and Mamma Mia! on a loop, a large disco ball hanging in the center cascading rays of light and colors down on all the guest below.

"Happy birthday, Zar." Eddie smiled, hugging her tightly to his hip. She looked positively adorable, little snaggletoothed grin and one of each color of the feathered boas around her neck, big bedazzled sunglasses on her head.

"Thank you, Daddy." Zarah giggled, brown eyes that mirrored his own darting around the party, still clinging to his leg. She tilted her head back, hanging on his knee to look up at him.

"You look so cute, Zar-Zar." Eddie cooed, running a hand down her curls that were sticky with the glitter spray you'd coated them in. "Is this the party you wanted?"

"Yes." Zarah nodded, leaning far back to look at the dangling disco ball. "It looks just like Mamma Mia! does."

Eddie snorted lightly, cupping the back of her head gently to keep her from leaning back too far. The last thing he needed was her busting her head on the concrete slab. "Pop-Pop brought that from the movie, did you see it?" Eddie pointed to the little sign by the cake table. Zarah nodded. "Did you say thank you?"

Zarah hummed, nodding in response. She looked over at you, talking to your guest, smiling and chattering with that true Beverly Hills dazzling grin. "Why don't you like this kinda music?" She asked, little brows furrowing up at Eddie.

Eddie paused, looking from her to you. "What do you mean, sweetheart?"

Zarah twisted her lips in thought, face scrunching while she scanned the crowds. "Glammy said you weren't having fun because you don't like this kind of music. You only like loud music." She said plainly.

Eddie bit back his scowl, eyes narrowed in on your mother, dressed in white linens like she was going to the Hamptons. "Well, Glammy is wrong." Eddie sneered. "I like this music. I just... I don't listen to it as much as you do." He reassured, hands brushing down her little ringlets.

"Will you wear feathers then? Please?" Zarah asked, eyes rounded up at Eddie, soft and shining full of gentle hope, amber flecks catching in the rays of the Calabasas sun. Eddie could feel his heart swell, Wayne's echoing words from before. How could he deny her?

"Me and Mama and everyone has them on." Zahra said simply, tiny fingers running through the cheap feathers, sending a few shelling off to the ground. "Please?"

Eddie looked over at you, the white feather boa, that complimented your outfit, thrown casually over your shoulder. "Alright." Eddie nodded, crouching down to Zahra's level. "You pick the color."

Zahra bit back a grin, looking down at her own neck, decorated with all the different colors. She grinned mischievously up at him, a smile bitten back- she looked so much like you. "Pink?" She asked, eyes lit with excitement.

Eddie shrugged casually. "If that's what you want me to wear." He said, shoulders rolling like he wasn't scanning for any one with a camera. The press would have a field day. Eddie Munson, notorious rockstar bad boy, in a pink boa at an ABBA themed party. How times had changed.

Zahra giggled, pulling it off her neck, flinging it around Eddie's before her own arms followed in a tight hug. "Thank you, Daddy." She smiled.

"You're welcome, baby." Eddie hugged her back tightly. He'd wear a million pink feather boas if it meant she'd be happy. "Go play with your friends." He nodded towards the bounce house in the corner of the yard.

Zahra scampered off, flip-flops clacking against the bottom of her foot with every heavy stomp against the grass. Eddie stood, flinging the boa over his neck to mimic yours, sighing heavily while he looked around the crowd of people. His eyes caught yours, watching you stutter in movements before your face lit up.

You excused yourself, practically skipping over to Eddie. "Look at you." You cooed, pressing your manicured hands over your lips. Your wedding rings dazzled, huge and stunning in the sunshine. "You look so handsome. Pink is totally your color, babe. Time to ditch the black." You winked, teasingly at him.

Eddie scoffed, rolling his eyes lightly. "Glad you think so." He smirked, pulling you in by your waist softly. "The shit I do to make you girls happy." He shook his head at you.

You tilted your head, grinning at him. "Oh, please. You love it, you big mush."

"Yeah? You're right." Eddie shrugged. "Don't think I'm a mush."

"Total mush. The gig is up, I know you're a total softy now." You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Eddie grinned back, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Oh yeah? Let's see if you still think that later, hm?" His hands moved to squeeze the fat of your ass through your tight turquoise pants.

You squealed, eyes cutting around to see if anyone saw. "You better behave, Mr. Munson." You pointed at him playfully. "Or I'll be punishing you."

Eddie grinned, laughing at you softly. "I look forward to it." He pecked your lips.

You hummed, running your hands down the boa, pulling it so it rubbed against the back of his neck. "Seriously, you look hot in this."

"Yeah? The feathers are doing it for ya?" Eddie laughed while you shrugged. "Good to know. Maybe I'll tie you up with them later."

You snorted, rolling your eyes, smacking his shoulder lightly. "Thank you." You said sincerely, eyes shining up at him.

Eddie looked over at Zarah then back at you, giving you a soft smile. He knew what you were thanking him for. Thanking him for being a good dad, for being good to his girls and good to you. Nearly twenty years together and he still made you swoon every single day.

You managed to wrangle all the girls together, plucking them from their separate activities, pushing them in front of the backdrop by the patio in front of the photographer.

"Ok, smile big my precious babies!" You cooed, clapping from behind the photographer, desperate to get Vega to look towards the camera.

Eddie sat in the middle, dimpled grin on his face, pink boa around his neck, holding Vega, who was more interested with the glasses on Eddie's eyes than your coos to distract her. Zarah in front of Eddie on his left, the twins on his right posing with the mics dramatically- they were so Eddie's children. Even Persephone and Kensington stood behind their dad, holding out their own boas in a fun pose.

The photographer managed to finally get one useable photo where they were all looking, eyes open, and smiling. You framed it, putting it next to your bedside for years and years to come. Your family, your whole heart in that frame, Eddie in dark clothes surrounded by his girls in coordinated turquoise and sparkles; and neither one of you would have it any other way.

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

Our Angel of Brahma, pt. v

Sorry not sorry.

@ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @ananxiousgenz @the-private-eye @demonic-panini @gwenlena

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING BEGINS. (MUFFLED SNIFFLING) BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): It’s been– ten years. A decade. And I thought I was over it by now. I thought I was past this. I– I didn’t even cry this much last year over my dad. Fucking hell… I didn’t even cry over my mom!  SOUND: FIST BANGING AGAINST TABLE. BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): I love my mom. I love her so much, but I forgot about what she did for me. I forgot about feeling sad for her… (BIG SNIFFLE) We have not seen our Angel of Brahma, for fifteen years. It has been fifteen years, and I am still waiting for my mom to come home. I am still waiting to bury my dead.  It’s been ten years, and I’m still waiting to bury you, Charlie. There’s nothing left of your old life. I tried looking for something, anything, but I kept coming up empty-handed. I miss your Mom’s cooking, and I miss your Dad’s jokes. I miss your baby sister’s chubby little cheeks, and I miss– (BAIRD COUGHS) I miss singing for you. I’m still singing but what good is it if the only person I wanted to let hear me isn’t around? Can’t be here?  SOUND: KNOCKING ON DOOR. HINGES CREAK. HUSHED VOICE.  BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): Get out! SOUND: METAL CAN HITTING DOOR. DOOR SLAMMING SHUT.  (BAIRD HUFFING) BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): Fuck. Iris is going to kill me later. Heh– maybe it’s for the best… You wouldn’t want me talking like that.  (BAIRD CLEARING HIS THROAT) Last week on Brahma: Josie’s girls saved up enough creds from doing their little odd jobs around the block to barter for chocolate from a Constable. Josie found out, and she was livid. The girls gave me their chocolate and wished me a happy birthday.  This week on Brahma: I have not celebrated my birthday in ten years. I forgot I even had one. It has been ten years since we lost you, Charlie. Josie’s girls are grounded for another week. Talia is counting on me to help organize the next community meeting. We’ve heard rumors from the Constables about expansion plans to New Kinshasa. But we’ve also heard rumors that they’ve caught the Angel. I don’t wanna believe it, but…  (BAIRD SIGHS) I’m not going to.  I miss you, Charlie. I miss my mom and dad. I miss Hank’s dog. I miss Mrs. Darius… And I miss you. There’s so much I miss but if I could have just one more day with you, one more adventure, one last kiss, one final goodbye– I’d give up anything in a heartbeat. I’d lose my voice if it meant you would scream at me again like I was sixteen, trying to get involved with Talia in the revolution with our “book club”.  (SNORT) If only you could see me now… I gotta go, Charlie. Promise me you’ll be waiting for me on the other side. SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS.

(CALYPSO HICCUPS AND BLOWS HER NOSE)

- Baird was 16 when he started his “book club” with Talia. Their first “reading” was Fahrenheit 451. There are no libraries left on Brahma (TRUE). Baird mentions a “community meeting”. The book club was a cover up (and Charlie got mad? Why?) 

- He was 16 when Josie’s twins were born (SIDE NOTE: they would be about 10 at the time of recording). 16 when Hank’s dog died and Mrs. Darius was diagnosed with radiation poisoning. 

- 16+10= 26? Baird is/about 26(?) at time of recording

- 26-15= 11? Baird was/about 11(?) when Peter Nureyev threatened the G.A.S., and Baird’s mom “vanished” overnight

- 26-1= 25-10= 15, Baird was/about 15(?) when Dad was beaten, taken, and presumably killed by the Constables? 

- Who is Iris? Another neighbor/community member? Why would they come into the place Baird’s at so nonchalantly? 

- CHOCOLATE AGAIN! It likely did come from New Kinshasa back when Baird agreed to sing for Charlie. 

- Baird didn’t expect to have such big emotions over Charlie. What did happen to Charlie? Presumably dead? Why? Did they both get caught up in the revolution? Must be what happened to Baird’s parents now happening to them. What happened to Charlie’s family? Also presumably dead? (SIDE NOTE: Frannie says there’s a way to trace older recordings, but it would take her a long time and cost me more creds than I have right now. Is it worth it? She also did not like me mentioning Dark Matters. Something about her friend getting caught up in that mess 3 to 4 years ago because she became a pirate?? Unclear what this means. But she did say that if I waited a bit I would get a nice juicy email with all the information about every single Baird in the galaxy, all I needed to give her was a rough age range.)

[ourtearsofrain]

So This Is Christmas (J.M.K/O.C) (S.A.H Uni)

Summary: Austin didn’t even want to sit through Christmas dinner with his own family, so the last thing he wanted was to subject Josh to it, ever. But when Austin is invited to join the Kiszka brothers and their respective partners up at the Kiszka-Wagner cabin for Christmas, he knew that he couldn’t get out of seeing his own family at least once that holiday season. And unfortunately, after over a year of keeping Josh as far away from his family as he could, he can’t get out of bringing him along to the Dawson’s early Christmas dinner.

Pairings: Josh Kiszka x Male OC

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Dallas, minor comments about weight towards oc, holidays with a not great family, family issues, they say Grace (for all you folks who also have religious trauma)

A/N: While you really don’t have to to understand the fic, I would highly recommend reading at least all the Josh/Austin fics in the Save a Horse Universe.

Also, this is for @hearts-hunger’s Christmas fic event😌

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“Can we please, please just skip this dinner?”

“Why? Are you nervous about your family meeting me?” Despite his own fears, Austin doesn’t miss the anxiety that flashes across Josh’s face, nor the way his boyfriend’s expression drops slightly, and he rushes to put his mind at ease.

“No, love. I ain’t worried about my family meetin’ you.” Taking a deep breath in through his nose, Austin wishes that he didn’t have to explain to Josh just why he was so anxious to go to this dinner, but he knew that his boyfriend deserved to know; that he should know what to expect and what to prepare himself for. “I’m worried about you meetin’ my family. They ain’t- they ain’t like yours, Josh.”

“I know.”

“An’ you know they’re not great to be around all year, but they honestly get worse ‘round the holidays, and especially so this year. The second I walk in that door, it’s gon be ‘Looks like you love your new family more than us, what with you stayin’ with them for over a week and spendin’ Christmas day with them, makin’ us do our Christmas dinner two weeks early’, and ‘You’re lookin’ too skinny, boy’ or ‘Lookin’ chubby, aren’t ya’. My dad hates the fuckin’ holiday an’ decides to make it everyone else’s problem, my ma’s overwhelmed dealin’ with him an’ still tryna keep that ‘Christmas Spirit’ up, Dallas thinks he runs the goddamn place and constantly tries to one-up everythin’ I do, and there are so many fuckin’ nativity scenes that it makes ya wanna lose your goddamn mind!” Taking another deep breath, Austin can feel his cheeks heat, embarrassed that he had worked himself up like that in front of Josh. “I- sorry. You think you can handle that? I just ain’t wantin’ it to ruin the holiday for you, I know how much you love Christmas.”

“It’s ok, baby. Would it honestly be better or worse for you if we didn’t go?”

“Worse. I’d never hear the end of it.”

“Then yes, I can handle it. If we need to leave early, I can make up some excuse about not feeling good or something so you don’t take the blame.”

“You sure? I’m givin’ you an out right now, Josh. I can go alone if you don’t wanna be ‘round all that, it’s alright.”

“I’m coming with you, end of story, ok?”

Frustration fills Austin, but the feeling is fleeting as he knows that Josh’s stubbornness was coming from a place of love. Josh didn’t think he couldn’t handle it on his own, he just wanted Austin to not have to handle it alone. “Alright. Thank you, darlin’.”

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“‘Bout time y’all showed up! I was getting’ worried you were ditchin’ us again.”

“Good to see you too, Ma.” Austin bends slightly to offer his mom a hug, his stomach twisted in knots from his nerves as he senses Josh’s awkward presence behind him. Releasing her, Austin reaches back through the doorway to pull Josh forward until he’s at his side, plastering a pleasant smile onto his face. “This is my boyfriend, Joshua."

Josh seemingly does the same, grinning at Austin’s mom politely as he extends his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Dawson.”

“Get that outta here, I been waitin’ to meet you for far too long but my son over here,” Mrs. Dawson shoots Austin a pointed look as she pulls Josh into a hug, and although he knew that whatever she was about to say would be passed off like it was a lighthearted tease, she really meant it deep down. “Kept refusin’ to bring you ‘round.”

“Yeah, we were beginnin’ to worry you ain’t actually datin’, that you were made up or just a friend ‘till he showed us pictures of y’all together.” Rage fills Austin as Dallas saunters in, that shit eating grin plastered onto his face only making Austin angrier with each step. “I still ain’t convinced he isn’t just a friend doin’ you a favor.”

Josh offers Austin’s hand a gentle squeeze, surely knowing how Dallas’ words were affecting him, and the action is enough for his anger to dissipate as he meets his brother’s eye. “Dallas. Been a while, ain’t it? I see that split lip healed nicely.” He got a lot of fuckin’ nerve walkin’ in here like he won that fight.

The reminder of their fight that he lost visibly hits Dallas, and his own anger flashes across his face momentarily before Mrs. Dawson places her hand on his shoulder, capturing his attention. “Dallas, honey, how ‘bout you go set the table? Take Joshua with you, why don’t you? Show him how to do it properly. Austin, come help me in the kitchen.”

“Oh, uh, can’t Josh come help in the kitchen too?”

“He’ll be fine, sugar.”

“Please, can’t he-”

“I said he’ll be fine, Austin James Dawson.” At her tone, Austin freezes immediately, his body going into autopilot as he rushes to apologize.

“Sorry, ma. You’re right, Josh’ll be just fine in the dinin’ room.” Austin glances at Josh silently before he follows his mom from the room, his expression a mix between apology and shame. Austin had never wanted Josh to see just how different he was around his family or what he put up with for the sake of relative peace.

The second they’re out of earshot from the others, Austin’s mom sets in on him, placing her hands on her hips with a glare. “You forgettin’ your manners livin’ in that big city, boy?”

“No, ma’am. I ain’t mean to argue with you in front’a Josh.”

Only offering him a “hm” of disbelief, Mrs. Dawson works her way around the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on everything she had cooked for dinner as Austin trails behind her, knowing exactly what to do after so many years of helping her prepare holiday meals. “Why’s it taken you so long to bring him ‘round anyways? What, you didn’t think he’d like us?”

“It ain’t that, I swear.” More like I don’t even like y’all most of the time. “He just- we got busy schedules is all.”

“So busy that you can fly all the way to Michigan for Christmas but can’t take even a weekend off to visit your ol’ ma and pa?”

“Please don’t do this.” Austin can’t even care about how defeated he knew he sounded, his motions paused as he tears his gaze to his mom, only to find her already staring at him with a look of confusion.

“What are you on about-”

“This. All of it. The lil’ jabbin’ comments about me goin’ to Michigan to see Josh’s family. He ain’t seen them since mid-summer, and it ain’t just me an’ him goin’ up, it’s all his brothers and their partners too. This’ll be our first Christmas together as a group, so I’m sorry I ain’t visitin’ as much as you want, but this is big for us. It’s important to him, and it’s important to me. So, can you please, please just keep those comments to yourself tonight? I- I’ll come ‘round more if you just don’t say anythin’ in front’a him.”

“Fine.” Alright, she ain’t sound too angry, that’s gotta count for somethin’. Having expected his mother to rip him a new one for speaking to her like that, Austin relaxes his body slightly, slowly letting the tension straining his muscles go. “But don’t get used to talkin’ to me like that, you hear me?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Just as she turns to leave the room with the sweet potato casserole, she does a double take, her eyebrows furrowing while she looks Austin over meticulously. “You should eat two servin’s tonight, you’re lookin’ scrawny.” And just like that, she leaves, acting as if she hadn’t said anything at all. Austin takes a moment to collect himself, her comment ringing in his head louder than his thoughts until he forces himself to focus on grabbing the Beef Tenderloin Roast (as Austin’s father hated Turkey and refused to have it at Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners) and taking it to the dining room.

Thankfully, when he gets there, Austin finds his boyfriend making light conversation with his dad as Dallas is too busy arguing with their mom over seating placements to join in. Josh notices Austin’s entrance before anyone else does, offering him a small smile before Austin goes back to finish grabbing the rest of the food. The sooner the table was set, the sooner they could eat, and the sooner they could leave. On his last trip back from the kitchen, he finds that everyone was finally trying to find their seats, with Austin’s parents at each end of the table, Josh and himself on one side of it, and Dallas on the other, directly across from Austin.

“Y’all ready for grace?” Shit. I forgot to warn him about that. “Dallas, elbows off the table.” Austin fights the urge to smile at his brother getting scolded over such a thing, momentarily feeling as if they were little kids again. To keep himself from laughing, Austin automatically bows his head slightly and sees Josh do the same beside him, followed by his family. “Dear God, we give thanks for this time when we can all be together. We give thanks for this food which is bountiful and delicious.” As hard as he had tried to make himself forget everything he was ever taught at church or by his parents in the name of “God”, Austin knew exactly what would be said next, feeling as if he could recite it alongside his mother without making any mistakes.

“We ask your Blessing upon this meal that we now share together, and even though it’s early, ask for your help to remember the birth of Jesus, that we may share in the song of the angels, the gladness of the shepherds, and worship of the wise man. In your name we pray, Amen.” Austin’s stomach turns with each “Amen” spoken around the table, only mumbling it out after Josh quietly says it beside him. “Alright y’all, eat up. I ain’t spend all day in the kitchen just for us to look at it.”

Ignoring his mom’s glare from beside him, going between Austin and his plate as he serves himself portions he knew were “too small” in her eyes, he tries to push her comments to the back of his mind, wishing that someone would say anything to break the tension between them all. “So, Josh, how long you been datin’ Austin?” Oh, here we fuckin’ go. I swear to God if they say anythin’ about me waitin’ to tell ‘em.

“Little over a year, I think?”” Josh smiles at Austin’s dad, but it doesn’t fully reach his eyes as he glances at Austin, surely sensing his nerves.

Dallas snorts, and Austin can already feel that whatever his brother was about to say, it wouldn’t be nice. “I can’t imagine anyone puttin’ up with him for that long, respect to you, Joshua.”

Austin’s hands clench around his fork and knife, his appetite disappearing as he focuses all his energy onto not storming out of the room with Josh in tow. “So, Dallas, you seein’ anyone new?” Though his tone is light, as if it were simply an innocent question, Austin was sure that his eyes were giving him away, cold and locked on Dallas in his anger.

“That ain’t none’a your business, little brother.” Dallas’ voice is sharp, almost threatening as he stares daggers at Austin, and he can’t help but feel satisfied that his words got the reaction he wanted from his brother.

“Why don’t you have more stuffin’, Austin.” Mrs. Dawson interrupts their interaction, taking Austin’s plate and piling it with food before he can protest it. “I know I raised you better than to have your plate lookin’ like that.”

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Austin had gone straight into autopilot for the rest of the night, knowing that if he didn’t, he would inevitably get frustrated and start a fight with his family that he didn’t know how to finish. He had gone through the motions getting through dinner, barely stomaching dessert, and finally saying his goodbyes to his parents well enough, waiting until he reaches the safety of his car to finally allow his walls to crumble again.

Neither he nor Josh say anything for the first five minutes of their drive, the only sound to break the silence being the Christmas channel playing quietly over the radio. Finally, Josh can’t seem to hold his concern back as he places his hand on Austin’s thigh gently, earning himself a quick glance before Austin’s attention goes back to the road. “You ok, love?”

“Yeah.” No. Austin let’s out a deep sigh, removing one hand from the steering wheel to rub at the headache throbbing through his temple. “It was just- it was a lot.”

“Wanna smoke a little and then watch a Christmas movie? I can make us some hot cocoa using my mom’s recipe, I know how much you like it. And it’s only 8:30, so we wouldn’t be up too late, cause I know you have work tomorrow.” Austin can feel his spirits lifting at the offer, knowing that if anything was going to make him feel better, it was a calm movie night at home with Josh, cozied up on their couch with fresh hot cocoa.

“That sounds so fuckin’ good right now.” Flashing Josh a tired smile, Austin tries not to let disappointment ruin his slowly mending mood, wishing that it wasn’t a 40-minute drive to his parent’s house from their own. “What movie you wanna watch?”

“Elf? I don’t think we’ve gotten to that one yet.”

“I’m good with that.” Austin steals a glance over at his boyfriend, his heart melting at Josh’s visible excitement for the remainder of their night. Placing his hand on Josh’s thigh, Austin offers it a light squeeze, looking between him and the road before them. “And thank you for comin’ tonight. Sorry I didn’t warn you ‘bout grace. And uh-” Panic flares in Austin’s chest, his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel and trying to keep his hand on Josh’s leg as relaxed as possible. “Did Dallas say anythin’ to you? When you were settin’ up the dinner table.”

“Not really. I think he tried to get me to talk to him at one point, but I was actively already tuning him out, so I didn’t hear what he said. He didn’t try again, so that’s good I guess.”

“Alright, yeah, good.” Relief floods Austin, beyond thankful that Dallas hadn’t tried to start a fight with him, verbal or physical. “I’m glad. And thank you, Josh. You didn’t have to come tonight, but you did. Even if I warned ya against it.”

“It’s no problem, baby.” When Austin tries to disagree, Josh notices before the other man can even open his mouth to speak, rushing to continue. “It isn’t. It meant that you didn’t have to go alone, and that’s more than enough to make being around your family worth it.”

Austin knew that Josh hadn’t meant it that way, but he can’t stop the flood of anxious thoughts from bursting into his mind, drowning any of his previous excitement at the movie night with Josh. Enough to make bein’ around my family worth it? Does he hate bein’ around them? I mean, I get it but- am I forcin’ him to do somethin’ he hates just so I don’t gotta go alone? Is it all my faut?

Silence falls over the rest of their drive, and Austin knew that Josh could tell something was wrong, only making him spiral deeper and deeper with each passing minute. Finally, as he parks in their driveway and shuts the engine off, he can’t keep in his anxieties anymore, every single one of them immediately being ripped to the front of his mind. Austin tries to compose himself as tears come to his eyes, shifting in his seat to face Josh before forcing his words out. “I’m sorry that my family is the way it is. That you have to deal with them because’a me. I- I wish they were more like yours, but they ain’t, and I’m sorry.”

“What?” Josh’s genuine confusion only makes Austin’s tears spill onto his cheeks, his tone sounding so utterly baffled, as if he hadn’t even considered blaming Austin for his family. “That isn’t your fault, Austin. They aren’t your fault, so you don’t have to apologize to me, ok?”

I could live a hundred lifetimes and never deserve this boy. He is too damn good for this world. “Ok.” Austin’s thoughts remain unsaid as he nods slightly, wiping the tears from his cheeks with downward cast eyes. Josh rips his attention right back up by placing a gentle kiss to Austin’s forehead, his hand remaining on Austin’s jaw as he pulls away just enough to look at him.

“You wanna go inside, change into the comfiest clothes we own, make hot cocoa, get very high, and then pass out on the couch watching Elf?” The reminder of their plans for the rest of the night brings a grin to Austin’s lips, only nodding silently in response before unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the door.

Even if the dinner with his family hadn’t gone as well as he had so foolishly hoped, Austin knew that he and Josh would make better, new memories together with his family. With their family. And this year, that was all that he wanted for Christmas.

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A/N: Like I said, this was for @hearts-hunger's Christmas fic event, number 8- Home for the holidays! There will be another ch for this event in the Save a Horse Universe, probably a Sanny pov of their Christmas at the cabin but unfortunately my motivation has been so low so I cant make any promises that I can finish before Christmas 😭😭

And to any of you who have to be around family like Austin's for the holidays: you're loved, you got this, stay strong soldier

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Taglist: @gretnavannfleet @aioba1503-sdm @cheersdannyx2

[idontknowreallywhy]

Ok, I had a couple of hours in a hospital waiting room today so before I forgot the threads of where this story was going, I typed it all into notepad and well here it is, unedited as I think I’m next on the list to be called in and then I’ll have to go back to work and maybe after all that I’ll lose my nerve again.

We’ve not got to the answer yet, but here is some more Virgil pondering / reminiscing along the way…

Ch 2 - Muscle Memory

Virgil was 8-and-three-quarters when he had his first proper piano lesson. It was much too late.

The teacher had lamented it on a weekly basis. It was a such shame, she sighed, that the raw talent Virgil displayed was unlikely ever to amount to anything now. Everyone who knew about such things said all the greats were in formal training from their early years. It was very sad, apparently.

Nearly-9 Virgil didn’t pay all this much heed, he never intended to be a ‘great’ anything. He only wanted to play as many tunes as he could and the only person he truly cared about enjoying it was his Mommy.

Virgil’s only interest in those much vaunted ‘greats’ had been in watching them carefully in online videos to learn how they managed to make the leap from this chord to that melody line or how to adjust his hand position, just… so, in order to play that nippy little counter-melody that his fingers had stumbled over. So it became that, by the age of 10, with little formal training, he was beginning to exceed his mother’s technical ability (albeit he’d allow nobody to make such a comment, not even her).

And anyway, he’d been learning to play his whole life. One of their Christmas traditions, after Virgil had played the variations on carols he’d worked on for the occasion was to play family videos on the holoprojector. Every time, he’d blush as his last festive chord began to fade away because at that moment John would fire up the first one and it was always the same.

Wobbly home footage from the ‘30s showed himself as a round-cheeked 6 month old sat on Mommy’s lap at her piano, mashing the keys with his chubby fists and kicking his little legs in delight, while toddler Scotty squealed “Virgie’s playing Pan-eeeo” in the background and his Dad chuckled fondly from behind the camera. Focussed mainly on the objectively adorable infant, the camera panned up only for 0.87 of a second to show his Mom gazing fondly at the back of his fuzzy head. Yes, he had a screenshot of that moment saved on his tablet for… well, the harder times.

He smiled as he recalled the next part of the tradition - just before they all risked getting melancholy, Gordon would leap on to his lap and impersonate baby Virgil with passionate abandon, while Scott was prevailed upon to do an impression of his squeaky toddler-self (come to think of it, that impression sounded a heck of a lot like present day Alan but best not mention that to the poor kid).

Since that famous moment he and his mom had spent time together by that piano most days, either together, with her initially guiding his hands and eventually simple duets, or each quietly sat listening to the other play.

It was his school teacher, on hearing him practise snippets of a Mozart concerto on the music room piano at lunch times who had suggested the local instrumental teacher - a jack of all trades who could play any instrument decently but clearly wasn’t inspired by her day job. That first teacher didn’t last long in the end, not when her criticisms were overhead by a certain Jefferson Tracy who took exception to anyone who told one of his boys they couldn’t be great at anything they chose to be great at. ‘Proper’ lessons ceased while his parents sought somebody who would be more interested in nurturing Virgil for himself rather than in raising ‘the next great prodigy’. Unfortunately there weren’t many options in the wilds of Kansas so things lapsed for a while and, well, events intervened and everyone lost focus on the fun stuff.

The months after Mom died were quiet. It wasn’t that his family didn’t want him to play. It was just that the sound of the piano was so heavily associated with their mother that inevitably one of his brothers would choke up and rush from the room or Dad would go still and pale. He loved his family dearly and couldn’t bear to hurt them more, even though ceasing the activity they’d bonded over made him feel he was losing her all over again - he couldn’t just… stop.

So he’d skip lunch and monopolise the school piano, stay late some days, sometimes bolt down breakfast to get to school early and squeeze in some precious minutes before slipping into the back of his classroom late when he’d got carried away. But it… it. wasn’t. enough. The satisfaction in his playing was gone. The music itself was somehow gone, replaced by a queasy kind of desperation. He just didn’t have enough time to master the difficult phrases and his hands trembled with frustration and urgency because he only had 20 mins before he had to sit through double chemistry… He was hungry and tired but she’d loved this piece and he just needed to get it RIGHT.

It was Scott who saved him. Aware of Virgil’s frequent absence from the school canteen and not being able to bear the look on his best friend’s face when he forced himself to walk past the piano stool he came up with a plan and raided the savings he’d earmarked for the air cadets trip that summer. One evening when he slunk home late and went to collapse in the room he shared with his big brother he found a small electric piano squeezed into the space at the end of his bed, with a top -end pair of headphones perched on top. Big brother followed him in and watched with a small smile. Virgil had thrown himself at the boy across the room and babbled incoherent gratitude into his chest through oh-so-snotty tears-oh-Scott-your-hoodie-sorry and they’d clung to each other for what felt like hours until Scott had suggested maybe he should actually give the thing a go.

That was the first step in his music returning to him. The second was an unrelated conversation with Gordon.

The kid would ramble on at length about something that had caught his imagination and Virgil was the best at showing an interest which meant he learned a lot more lobster facts than he ever thought he’d need. When Gordon discovered that there were people who did swimming races AS THEIR JOB, Virgil was regaled with the training regimes of famous aquatic athletes and mostly smiled and nodded until one morning at breakfast Gordon started babbling about visualisation and how one could increase fitness and build muscle memory with their imagination.

From that moment, Virgil rarely travelled anywhere without an earbud in his right ear and twitching fingers. In fairness he never got very good at maintaining the “imagination” part… on long trips home in Two when Gordon had dozed off in the co-pilot seat, he’d quietly select a Rachmaninov concerto and ‘play’ it through secretly and silently while gazing out the windscreen. His brother, never a heavy sleeper, would crack an eye and watch with a little smile as his brother would slip into “air piano” at what must have been particularly dramatic moments. The expression of joy on his big brother bear’s face was an immediate antidote to the temptation to tease and Gordon kept it to himself, feeling privileged to have seen his brother entirely care-free.

Virgil didn’t visualise piano while he painted though. You can’t play piano (even in your mind) while holding a brush - he’d tried a few times and ended up dropping it. So when alone in his studio he picked non-piano pieces as a soundtrack to his artistic expression.

So yeah, it wasn’t air-piano behind the paint splatters either. Virgil lay on the floor and stared up at the purple starburst that had appeared at some point over the last 24 hours. He was coming to the conclusion his studio was definitely haunted.

…..

Note: this is what Gordon catches Virg ‘playing’ on long trips home in TB2… initially it’s just the bass notes where he gets a flickr of the left hand little finger but by the time the solo kicks off at 2.15 in, he’s in full air piano mode…

[soobinologisttt]

the boy next door - kim sunwoo

pairing ☆ sunwoo x f. reader

warnings ☆ dom!sunwoo (i can only write about doms save me), !best friends since childhood, !jacob mentioned, !sexual assault, !eric is a piece of shit, !protected sex, !pet names, baby, babe, princess !cunnilingus !theyaresocute

word count ☆ 3.3k

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since you were born, you and kim sunwoo were destined to be best friends.

your mom's were best friends. so when they both got pregnant at the same time, they knew that you were destined to be friends with each other.

starting at barely two months old, you were already having play dates. you always found it funny you were both that young hanging out. i mean, what would two month olds have in common or even do?

that didn't stop the two from continuing the play dates.

it went on until you were both 10.

by this time, you two were hanging out with each other on your own.

that was until you both reached middle school.

you branched out into different friend groups, had different extra curriulars, and were often too busy for each other.

you were sad at first but you evenually got over it when you met your first crush.

you knew you didn't have a crush on sunwoo but you were both always together. having your first crush made it easier to get over the fact you weren't hanging out as often.

his name was jacob. you met him in your science class during 7th grade.

you were paired up as lab partners and slowly fell for him over the semester.

he was smart, nice, and a gentleman. he had chubby cheeks and a pretty smile.

when the spring semester came to an end you made a promise to yourself that by 8th grade, you would be dating him.

jacob and you hungout all summer and on the last day of summer you confessed your feelings.

the next day, you and jacob dated all the way up until your sophomore year of high school.

the break was mutual, you both wanted different things. and by different things, you were a horomonal mess and he wanted to wait.

at the time, you thought breaking up was the best answer. all because you were horny.

the breakup caused you run to sunwoo, who was at the time doing his own thing, and clung onto him.

he didn't mind though because he was just glad you were close again. although, he had his own group of friends but he missed you.

but all of it didn't matter because when high school was over you were still a virgin.

everyone you knew, even sunwoo, had lost it. but you were over there still waiting.

going into college a virgin wasn't something you wanted to do so you did the most logical thing.

deciding to lose it to a random on tinder.

you were sitting on your bed, swiping, when you heard a knock on the door.

"sweetie, sunwoo is here."

"okay," you smile, "you can let him in."

you were so happy when you saw him. looking mighty fine as always. tan skin, heart shaped and pulmp lips, deep brown eyes. you oftened asked youself why you don't just lose it to sunwoo but you always come to the decision that you don't want to ruin the relatioship you already have.

"whatcha doing?" he plops down on the bed next to you.

"looking for a suitor." you turn your head to look at him.

"what for?" he looks down at your phone.

"sunwoo," you turn off your phone and put it down.

"y/n." he retorts.

"i will not go into university a virgin. i have two months to lose it. i'm not going to loose it to just anyone though. trust."

"babe, you are using tinder. they are all anyones." sunwoo states.

"but, and hear me out, anyone could become someone. ya know."

"sure y/n." he rolls his eyes.

"okay mister, why are you here?"

"i was bored and missed you." you feel your heart began to beat faster.

damn you sunwoo. only if he knew the affect his words have on you.

"well, what do you wanna do?"

"movie marthoton?" he suggests.

"you grab the snacks and i'll find a movie."

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it's been two weeks since your plan to find a suitor and it has not gone to plan.

two dates in and you think you've found the one, only for him to pressure you into giving him head.

"please? i need it so bad." he says in a whiny voice.

"umm, i don't know."

"y/n, please. i'll do anything to have those pretty lips around my cock." eric pushes.

you gulp down your nervousness and lean over the center console.

you are sat in his car in an empty parking lot.

you had just gone to see a horror movie and now you have gotten youself stuck in this postion.

he unzips his pants and slides them down along with his underwear.

you gulp down again, finally speaking up, "so um, i've never down this before."

"oh y/n. we'll go slow." he says, but he did not infact go slow.

at first he was, guiding you to spit on your hand and wrap it around his lenth. all while leading you down so that you face is the same level as his cock.

you're bent on the console with your ass in the air. giving him the opptuinity to grab your ass.

giving you the ick in the process.

he guides your head to his cock and you comply, opening your mouth to let him slip his hard length in.

you were slowly bobbing your head on his cock. trying to get the hang of it.

from there, he decides that he isn't satisfied and starts to thrust up into your mouth. you can feel tears in your eyes as you attempt to pull back.

but your attempt fails as he pushes your head back down.

this goes on for a minute as you cry.

he comes in your month and you spit it out all over him.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" he curses at you.

"what is wrong with me?" you cry out in anger, "i wanted to stop and you kept going. you're absoultly fucking disgusting."

you open the car door as you grab your bag.

he starts his car and drives off, leaving you in the empty parking lot.

you dig your phone out of your bag to find out it is 1 in the morning.

you call the only person you truly feel safe with, sunwoo.

it only rings for a second before he picks up.

in his drowsy state he answers, "hello?"

you break down at his voice, wishing he was here to confrot you.

"hello? y/n? what is going on? where are you?" you only cry harder.

"s-s-sunwoo, will you come get me?" you barely spit out through your tears.

"where are you?" you can hear him start to shuffle around.

"i'm in the home depot parking lot." you heave out.

"i'm on my way. don't hang up." he instructs.

you hmm in agreement.

"what happened baby?" he asks softly.

you can hear his car start in the background of the call.

you sniffle, "he- he- he made me give him head sunwoo."

you start sobbing again. you feel like you could collapse in the empty parking lot.

"hey, hey, i'm right here baby. i'm almost there."

you nod your head even though you know he can't see it.

"it was the worst sunwoo." you tell him through your tears.

"i'm so sorry y/n." you can hear him frown.

just as you were going to speak again, he speeds up next to you.

his car was barely in park when he got out. pulling you into the deepest hug you swear you have ever had.

you feel like you can just live there forever.

he pulls back and wipe your tears, "come on, let's get you home."

you grab his hand as you both walk back to his car.

he opens the door for you and you sit down.

you don't want to let go but you know you need to until he gets into the car.

you let go and he closes the door.

he quickly walks in front of the car and hops into the drivers seat.

you immediately take his hand again.

once he starts driving, you squeeze his hand to get his attention.

"i wasn't ready. he begged me to do it sunwoo." tears start to flow out of your eyes again.

sunwoo gives your hand a light squeeze this time to let you know that his is there.

you take a breath in and continue through the tears, "when i wanted to stop, he held my head down. i cried and cried but he wouldn't stop."

sunwoo's grip in your hand and on the wheel tightens.

"i swear y/n, i when find him and i will not hesitate to beat him to a pulp." sunwoo says as you pull up to your house.

instead of getting out you ask, "can i stay at yours tonight? please? i really don't wanna be alone."

"of course y/n." he pulls out of your drive way and into his a few feet away.

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once you're safely in sunwoo's room you run to his bathroom. grabbing his mouthwash and nearly drinking it.

you wanted the taste and feeling of eric's dick out of your mouth. you could throw up at the thought.

sunwoo appears next to you with a glass of water and a small smile.

"i thought you could use this." he places the water on the counter.

you give him a small smile as he disappears.

not too long after he reappers with a toothbrush.

"here, it's an extra." he hands you the brush.

you quickly spit out the mouthwash and thank him before scrubbing your tongue.

once you finish, your mouth feels clean and what it would feel like after a trip to the dentist.

you walk out of the bathroom and find clothes neatly folded on sunwoo's bed with a note.

i'm on the couch if you need me.

put these on.

- sunwoo

you smile at the note and quickly change into his clothes. a big black tshirt and black basketball shorts that you have to tie tight to fit you.

you quietly walk downstairs to find sunwoo.

he is laying on the couch with the tv on.

"sunwoo." his eyes move from the tv to you.

you watch as they scan you up and down.

"are you okay?" he sits up straight in a flash.

"yeah, i was hoping you'd come and sleep with me." you flash red as you realize what you just said.

"not sleep sleep with me bu-" he is already turning the tv off and walking towards you before you can finish.

"i know y/n." he places a light kiss on your forehead.

he grabs your hand and leads you upstairs.

it's a short walk to his room, but it feels longer as the thoughts play out in your head.

him on top of you, deep inside of you.

you can't believe you are thinking about it as fast as you are.

you were just assulted and now you are fansizing about your best friend.

once you reach his room and his door closes, you freeeze.

heat and lust radiating off your body. the tension in the air makes you want him even more.

you might be in the dark but sunwoo feels it.

"are you okay? did you want me to keep the door open?"

you speak up, "i'm okay and no. i want it closed."

he perks up at the statement, "you want it closed? why y/n?"

red flushes across your face and a rush of heat goes straight to your stomach.

he walks closer to you.

you back up until the back of your legs hit the bed.

"if you want me to stop, tell me. i promise i will listen to every word you say to me baby." he whispers into your eat.

you nod your head.

sunwoo would never hurt you like eric did. you know this for a fact.

"i need you words baby. i will do whatever you want me to, i just need you to tell me that this is okay."

"this is okay sunwoo."

without missing a beat he takes your face into his hands and kisses you.

softy, yearning, like he has been waiting for this and wants to savior the moment.

his tongue skillfully makes it way into your mouth.

you could pass out with how dizzy you are feeling.

you kiss him back with as much (and maybe even more) passion.

he slightly pushes you and you both fall back on to the bed together.

you let out a soft gasp, causing him to pull back.

"oh my god, did i hurt you y/n?" he asks with wide eyes.

"no," you stare up at him, "i was just not expecting it."

"oh, i'm sorry. do you want me to stop?"

"no, please don't stop." you beg.

he goes back down to you lips, kissing you harder.

"if at any point you want to stop. tell me. i will do whatever you want." he tells you again.

"i know. i will tell you."

he sits up and slides off his shirt. at this moment you wish the lights were on so you could see his body.

you know he has a good body, you've seen it before. i mean, you guys live next to each other, you were bound to see it at one point.

without thinking, you reach up and grab at his abs. wanting to feel them.

"you like that huh?"

"mhm." you hum.

he uses his elbow to hold him up as he sneaks his other hand down to your heat.

you shiver as he touchs you over your clothing.

"tell me what you want y/n." he whispers into your ear.

"sunwoo, i want you. please please, take them off." you beg him to take his shorts off of you.

"anything for you." he sits up and grabs the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down in a swift moment.

just when you thought he was gonna come back, he slides down to meet your soaking heat.

"is this okay?" you can feel his eyes looking up at you.

you bring your hands to his soft brown hair, "yes, please keep going."

he pulls your underwear to the side, dropping his mouth to your cunt.

his hands are have caught purchase on your hips as he usues his mouth to pleasure you.

he swirls his tougue around your clit, causing you to arch your back and pull his hair.

"shit baby, you taste so good." he groans.

you whimper at his words.

he grips your hip with one hand and brings the other one down.

you cry out as he slides his long slender digit into your dripping cunt.

"you're so wet." he slides another digit in as he sucks on your clit.

the room is full of wet sounds, moans, and groans from both of you.

"sunwoo, sunwoo, woo, please." you beg as you breathe out.

he pulls his head up and asks, "what? you gonna cum baby?"

you nod your head profussly, even though he can't see you.

"words y/n." he demands.

"y-yes." you stutter out.

"cum princess." he continues to slider his digits into you.

"fuck! fuck! fuck!" you cry out as your orgasim washes over you.

"that's it, you're doing so good." he huffs out.

he contines to pump his fingers in and out. helping you to ride out your climax.

when he pulls his fingers out, he hovers over you and bring his fingers to your mouth.

"open." he slides his fingers up to your mouth.

you do as he says. you can taste your juices on his fingers as he slips them into your mouth.

"close." you close your mouth around his fingers, sucking the juices off.

you lay there in bliss as he slides his fingers out of your mouth.

he was about to lay down when you pull him back on top of you.

"can we.. ya know.." you ask shyly.

"what y/n?" you can feel the smirk on his lips although you can't see it.

"ya know.. umm... fuck?"

"are you sure? with everything you went threw earlier, i don't want you to regret this."

"yes, please sunwoo. you know how bad i've wanted to loose it. i have been dreaming of loosing it to you." you whine.

he leans down and places a light kiss on your lips.

you pulls him in by his hair to deepen the kiss. sunwoo complies and kisses you feverishliy.

you can feel his hard length on your stomach.

"you are driving me crazy y/n." he rasps.

"please, please, please fuck me."

he reaches over to his side table and pulls out a condom.

you help him pull off his pants and boxers.

you grab his long length and stroke it. flicking your thumb against his tip. wiping his pre-cum off and bringing it to your mouth.

"fuck, you're so hot."

he slides the condom and brings himself to your entrance.

"tell me if it hurts."

you nod, "i will."

he slides in slowly, stretching you out.

"you're so tight." he hisses.

you gasp slightly at the burn that is starting.

"shit, are you okay?" he stops.

"yes, please don't stop." your hands find there way under his shirt.

he continues, filing you to brim. tears are in your eyes because of the stretch but you like it. the pain feels good.

he wipes your tears and kisses your face all over. forehead, cheeks, nose, anywhere he can.

"you are doing so good." he praises you, "tell me when it's okay to move." he strokes your hair.

you wait a couple seconds for the pain to subside.

when the pain goes, you tap on his back.

"you can move." you say breatheless.

he slowly sides out and pushes back in.

you can't help but arch at the feeling. he is so deep in you.

"you feel so good."

he is going at a steady pace as to not break you.

"please speed up sunwoo. i need more."

he does exactly what you ask for, picking up the pace.

you dig your nails into his back as he fucks you into the bed.

his cock is reaching places that you could never. causing you to crying uncontrollable.

"i'm getting close."

"me too, baby." he breathes out. picking up the pace a little more.

you're nails are digging into his back as he contines to fuck you at a exhilarating pace.

"fuck fuck fuck." you gasp out, trying to catch your breathe.

with one more thrust, you break. your second orgasm of the night hit. hitting harder than you ever have experienced.

"i'm coming sunwoo." you sob as you arch your back.

"mhmm, almost there." he continues at a brutal pace. overstimulation kicks in as he continues to fuck you.

"sunwoo so-o sen-sentive."

"you can do it baby, a little more."

you continue to sob out curse words as he chases his high.

you're legs are shaking as he comes.

"fuck, i'm coming." he sputters.

one last thrust, and you are coming again as well.

"fuck." you cry out for the last time.

you lay there in bliss as he slides out.

"fuck baby," sunwoo starts, "was i too rough? was it too much? i'm so sorry i didn't mean overstimulate you." he freaks.

"shhh, that was the best thing that could of happened to me." you reply wearily. still on cloud nine from the multiple orgasms you've had.

he chuckles, "i'm glad you liked it."

you feel him move off of you and take the condom off, throwing it in a trashcan next to his bed.

once that is done, he cuddles into you. letting you put your head on his chest.

"i think, i think i'm in love with you." sunwoo confesses.

though you didn't hear it as you were already sleep. but, you knew that this could flourish into something amazing.

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Owning Her Ch. 5

As always this story is for adults only!

Not only that but it contains lots of graphic BDSM content that most won't enjoy so if you don't want to encounter this story then please block the tag #TW Owning Her

A week later found Vivian at her family reunion with Greyson by her side. No one in her family knew of the actual arrangements in their relationship, and all thought Greyson was just her regular boyfriend.

Boy would they lose their shit if they knew, Vivian thought.

"Vivy," shrieked her two-year-old niece as she dove out of the bounce house all the kids were playing in. The blonde-haired, blue-eyed ball of joy sprinted straight for Vivian.

Vivian stooped down to scoop Adeline up just as the little girl reached her. Wet kisses covered her face as the little girl thrashed excitedly in her aunt's arms.

"Hey, sweet girl," Vivian cooed as the toddler stopped kissing her face and cupped it in her tiny chubby hands. Vivian's heart fluttered as she stared into Adeline's round face.

"Come jump?" Addie asked.

Vivian looked back discreetly for Greyson only to find him chatting with her father at the grill, a beer already in his hand. She didn't need to ask permission to spend time with her family, but she didn't want to leave him alone just after they arrived.

"Of course, Addie Cake."

The little girl squealed upon hearing her nickname as her hands still squished Vivian's cheeks. She walked to the bouncy house as she carried Adeline with her. She kicked off her shoes, tucked Addie to her chest, and crawled into the bouncy castle. A bunch of the kids flocked to her with squeals of delight. They all bounced circles around Vivian, and she also jumped while still holding Addie.

"I figured I would find you here," Addie's mom said outside the bounce house. One of the kids tumbled off the slide, and she caught him before he could hit the ground. "Watch yourself, little one," she cooed to the boy before setting him on his feet. Her long blonde hair that matched Addie's swept up into a bun, and her steel grey eyes returned to Vivian.

At that moment, Addie tried to dive backward out of Vivian's arms. She bent over, still holding the little girl, and then allowed her to fall the remaining two feet down to the bouncy floor. She giggled with delight as she bounced once, twice, and then scrambled to her feet. When Addie bee-lined for the slide, Vivian turned back around to her sister.

"You would swear I don't see her once a week," Vivian commented as Aspen picked an invisible speck off her flowery shirt, with bell sleeves at the wrists. Hippie.

"Come hang out with the adults for a bit. Addie and the other kids will have plenty of Vivian time later." Aspen motioned to the entrance of the bouncy house, and Vivian noticed more beaded bracelets adorned her wrists. Between them, she saw some red marks around Aspen's wrists that could have been from restraints.

Vivian slid out of the air-filled vinyl before she could think about it for too long.

With a mixed drink thanks to Aspen's high-end bartender husband in her hand, Vivian stood amongst her three siblings as they all bantered.

Vivian and Aspen were closest in age, thanks to their parents getting pregnant just after their mom had healed from having Aspen. Her bell-bottomed brown pants, flowery shirt, and stacks of bracelets were her armor that hid the soft-hearted woman underneath.

Carson, the oldest one of the group, was the only boy. His brown curled hair lay in short ringlets around his face and ears. Brown eyes that matched Vivian's gleamed with joy as he laughed at a joke Aspen had just made. His angled jaw, high cheekbones, and lean muscles made him look like a Fae in one of Luíza's romance novels.

Aspen had been the only one to inherit their mom's hair color.

Athena, the baby, looked similar to the goddess their parents had named her after. Long brown ringlets hung down to her hips as steel grey eyes shone from her soft heart-shaped face, and lush pink lips that she never painted with lipstick completed the look. She was even a huge bookworm and a bit of a battle strategy nut.

"Hey, Dad," Carson's oldest son said as the group sobered up from their laughter at Carson's retelling of what his second and youngest child, Luna, had done with some of her clean diapers the day before.

"What's up, Harrison?" Carson asked as he tucked the gangly thirteen-year-old under his arm.

Harrison groaned and ducked out from under his dad's arm. Teens.

"Can I please go inside and play on Nana's Xbox?" Harrison kicked at a rock, already expecting his dad's answer.

"No, bud. You have to stay out here and play," Carson reminded him.

"But I'm the oldest kid out here, Dad," Harrison groused. His shaggy brown hair draped over half of his face as he stared at the ground.

"I know, dude, but that's rude to your Nana."

Just then, Addie came toddling over as fast as her little legs would carry her, shrieking, "Harson, come play."

Vivian grinned at her mispronunciation of Harrison's name. The tiny blonde wrapped herself around Harrison's leg.

"Harson, come play," she repeated.

"Alright, Addie, I'll come and play some more. No one can resist those adorable dimples," he cooed as he scooped up his cousin. The girl squealed with delight as she squeezed Harrison's cheeks in her hands. Even as he turned towards the bouncy house, everyone could see the genuine smile that graced his face as Addie babbled away at him.

"You used to be just like that," Carson teased as he elbowed Aspen. She rolled her eyes but smiled.

"So, any plans for your birthday this year?" Athena asked Vivian.

"I'm off of work that day, and the only thing Greyson would tell me was that he has a surprise planned," Vivian answered as she finished her first drink. "I'm gonna go put this glass in the sink; I'll be back," she added as she peeled off from the circle of siblings.

Athena and Carson tried to hand her their empty glasses, but she flipped them off and subtly made her way for Greyson and the sink set up at the outdoor bar their father had built.

"Hello, dear," he greeted as she slid up next to him, where he was talking to one of Vivian's cousins.

"Hi, babe," she answered as she stretched to kiss his cheek. Then she kissed next to his ear, or at least that's what it would look like to anyone watching, and she whispered, "May I have one clue about my birthday and another drink?"

"One or the other," he murmured and kissed her nose.

She suppressed her groan of resentment as she mulled it over, thinking for so long that Greyson turned back to her cousin to continue talking.

"If you want, I can give you the business card for the studio, and my receptionist can help you book a time slot," Greyson said to Alicia.

"I'd love that," she replied and held out one of her brown hands for the card. Greyson chuckled and fished his wallet out of his back pocket. He handed over the card to Alicia, who turned to Vivian. "So, are you two ever going to get married?" She waggled a finger back and forth at them.

Vivian choked as Greyson coughed.

"Ay dios mío," Alicia laughed at them. "You two are so fun to tease." She wiped fake tears from her eyes before pushing off the outdoor couch they were all piled on.

"I'd like another drink after that, please, Sir," Vivian declared loud enough that only Greyson could hear.

"You get both things you asked for after that," he countered with a slightly disturbed look. "I'll be spoiling you rotten for your birthday," he said as he pulled Vivian to her feet. "Now, let's both get a drink after that."

"Are you sure you don't want kids?" Vivian's mom asked her as they stood alone by the back door of her parents' house.

"Mom, please," Vivian gestured to the yard, "you have three grandkids already running around, a bunch of nieces and nephews, and a fourth grandkid on the way, thanks to Quinn and Carson."

She was getting tired of these conversations with her mom. She knew she wouldn't regret this decision. Vivian had watched Aspen give birth and had promptly vomited and passed out. When she came to Aspen, she was still laughing so hard that it was almost counteracting the paralytics of her epidural.

This conversation was why Greyson had allowed her to have a shot of tequila before coming over here. He knew after this, Addie would have had enough time without her Vivy and would come running over to rescue Vivian.

"Well, if you do, you can always adopt," her mom sneered as she tossed her long brown hair over her shoulder.

"You've said that a thousand times now." Vivian looked around the yard for Addie as her mom glared at her. She ignored her as she spotted the tiny blonde weaving through the yard. Addie dodged between chairs, crawled under tables, and squeezed between legs. She was dead set on finding something, someone. Vivian.

A loud squeal interrupted whatever Myra had opened her red-painted lips to spout at Vivian next as Addie spotted them on the front porch.

"Saved by an angel," Vivian muttered as she nearly jumped off the back porch.

"Vivy, come jump?" Adeline asked as she jumped into Vivian's open arms.

"Yes, sweet little angel. Vivy will come to jump and slide and chase you around," Vivian answered as she kissed the top of the little girl's head.

Vivian spent quite a while playing with Addie and the other kids. So long that her buzz wore off. They jumped around the bounce house, all chasing each other with no real goal but to get someone and then get someone else. Everyone was laughing as they all fell, even Vivian. Sliding down the slide had been a wild head-rush until the alcohol burned out of her veins. Every time Addie went down the slide, Vivian had to go with her. She didn't mind, though, having watched Addie be born and all.

When Vivian finally convinced Harrison to help her round up the kids for lunch a couple of hours after the reunion had started, she was sure she wouldn't be coming to next year's reunion as a silent "fuck you" to her mother.

If anyone asked, she would tell them she had work.

Vivian, Harrison, and Saturn, Adeline's older brother, helped the kids make their plates. In total, there were twenty-one kids present at this year's family reunion. Vivian's parents had had eight kids in total. Her oldest uncle was a pretty famous rockstar traveling the world, too good for the family now, and with no kids in sight despite the vast string of groupies he posted about on Instagram with some frequency.

The rest of her cousins also had many children of their own, and that was the other reason why Vivian didn't want kids. She often found herself in charge of plenty of them anytime she visited her family.

Over one hundred people stretched across the ten-acre backyard of her parents' house.

As Vivian ate her plate of barbeque at the kid's table, another adult finally joined her.

"I'm starting to think you've got the right idea on the whole no kids thing," Athena commented as she slid her lithe frame into the small lawn chair meant for one of the kids who had abandoned it to go bother her parents.

"Don't let mom hear you say that," Vivian retorted.

"I go to Mommy," Addie spoke up as she pushed her empty plate away.

"Go on, sweet girl," Vivian encouraged.

"Though if any kid I had turned out like Adeline, then I think I would be just fine," Athena amended.

The blonde was slowly weaving towards Aspen as she rubbed her eyes.

Sleepy little angel, Vivian thought.

A few more of the kids pushed away from the table before Athena spoke up again. She balanced a glass of wine in the palm of her hand and held its stem between her middle and ring fingers. "You know she's only this pissed because you let him sign those papers for you, right?" Athena was not referring to Greyson.

"I don't want to talk about that," Vivian hissed.

"Just stating the facts here," Athena countered and sipped her wine.

Content to let the conversation die off because she didn't want to talk about her ex, Vivian turned to see how many kids remained at the table. There was only one.

Harrison.

He was looking at something in his lap as he grinned stupidly. His thumbs were tapping every so often.

If Vivian had been a parent, she probably would have snitched on him to Quinn but instead turned back to Athena.

"How is college?" she asked her sister. Athena chuckled dryly.

"It's boring, and I'm considering spending a year abroad as a transfer student," Athena said.

"Where are you planning to go?"

Athena sipped her wine and pursed her lips. "It's a tie between Rome and Greece. Architecture may not be my major or minor, but I'm incredibly sick of the bland buildings the States have to offer." She took another sip of her wine as adults and kids got up to play games or talk to more people. She scrunched up her face to let Vivian know she was having an internal debate despite her eyes being unfocused. "The thing that's making me debate this whole exchange student thing the most is which city's history I want to learn about more. Mom says they'll pay for two years abroad if I want it, but I don't want to be away from home for that long. I have eight more months before this year ends in May so that I can debate for a little while longer."

Vivian hummed her acknowledgment as a pair of familiar golden arms wrapped around her shoulders from behind.

"Would you like another drink, kitten? I know all that playing with the kids sobered you up," he whispered in her ear. She giggled to make it seem like Greyson had told her something inappropriate.

She turned to kiss his cheek so Athena wouldn't hear her murmur, "Yes, please, Sir."

He kissed the top of her head and slinked off to get her another drink. Athena raised an eyebrow at his retreating figure but remained silent.

"You know all I want is for you to be happy, right?" Vivian's dad asked an hour later. The two more drinks Greyson had okayed for her to have buzzed beneath her skin.

"I know, Dad," she answered. He smiled tightly at her as he brushed his blonde curls out from in front of his square glasses.

"You don't have to get defensive with me, Pumpkin." Vivian's heart squeezed at her childhood nickname. The calm and flippant exterior she maintained since...him melted a bit as she turned to her dad.

A kid ran by, squealing as three others chased him.

Vivian's dad chuckled and saluted them with his beer.

"I promise I'm happy, Dad. Greyson is nothing like Alistair. You remember the one birthday I spent with him?" He shuddered even as his steel grey eyes flared with anger. "Greyson has yet to do anything like that. These last two years, he's been at my side and acting like a queen's servant while you and Mom threw me parties. This year, he said he has a day full of surprises planned to spoil me rotten," she pushed past the topic of her ex once again.

Despair.

It tried to fill her veins, infect her mind, and trap her in the past again. She shook her head to rattle the thoughts around.

Ian could see his daughter's expression cloud and then clear. His fingers tightened on his beer, causing the can to indent.

"Please don't skip this next year," he said so softly Vivian almost didn't hear him.

She tilted her head to the side like a feline who didn't understand the vase on a table.

"I'm your father, Vivian," he said before she could even ask how he knew. She had told no one and wasn't planning to tell Greyson until tomorrow when they would be home after sleeping in her old bedroom so they didn't drive home intoxicated. "Look, I'll talk to Myra." Vivian started at his use of her mom's first name; this was serious to him. "She knows she's being too harsh, but enough is enough. If you are happy and you know you won't regret your choices, then that's all that matters," he finished explaining.

Tears welled in Vivian's eyes, and she sniffed hard to keep them from spilling over.

Ian set his beer on the ground before sweeping his daughter into his arms. His chest ached as she inhaled shakily, still trying not to cry.

"Greyson makes me happy, safe, seen, and makes me feel like I'm perfect. I still have my doubts and insecurities thanks to Alistair, but he's helping me heal, Dad," Vivian said into his green shirt. Her matching "Nelson Family Reunion '24" scrunched up against his.

"Then I will make sure your mom backs down." He kissed the top of her head.

"I love you, Dad," she said as she stretched to kiss his wrinkled cheek.

"I love you too, Pumpkin."

He let go of her and retrieved his beer. A sense of ease settled over them, and Ian could almost swear he saw something change in his daughter's eyes. Or it was all the beer he had been drinking.

"So, your dad is going to take a stand against Myra?" Greyson asked for the third time as they cuddled in her queen-sized bed. Neither of her parents had changed her room, and it had stayed the same since she moved out a year and a half ago.

Posters of boy bands still adorned the walls alongside framed taxidermy moths and butterflies. Fake ivy hung from the ceiling with more moths and butterflies clipped to it with cheap plastic hair clips. The only thing that did not match the cottage core aesthetic of her room was the boy band posters.

"For the third time, babe, yes," Vivian replied as she playfully smacked him with her mushroom pillow.

After five, Greyson allowed her to have as many drinks as she wanted so long as she ate dinner first and drank the glasses of water he pushed into her hands once an hour. She had gladly obeyed.

Greyson snatched the pillow and smacked her back with it just as lightly. His face lit up as she giggled like the drunk dork she was.

"Well, he's been letting her treat you like shit for so long I thought I would never get to stop calling him Ian and be able to call him your dad without noticing that pained look you sometimes get," he explained before he could stop himself.

If Vivian had been sober, she would have avoided this conversation. Luckily for Greyson, she was pretty close to plastered.

"He's been angry and hurt, too," Vivian started as she propped her elbow on the frog plushie between them, as the fingers of her other hand toyed with his toadstool hat. "Some people might say they had no right to be angry. That my choices are mine and mine alone, but that's ridiculous. They're my parents, so they know a decent amount about what Alistair did to me." Greyson noted that she didn't wince when she said her ex's name. "They don't know I went into the relationship knowing he was also seeing other submissives or that the relationship even entailed anything like that." She sat up and scrubbed both hands over her face. "They know about the mental abuse he put me through; they know he constantly compared me to those other subs, heck they even know about all those times he kept going after I safeworded."

Greyson growled like he always did when she talked about how Alistair had thought it was appropriate punishment to take away her safe words. Even Vivian, at nineteen, had known that wasn't something anyone in the BDSM community condoned.

Vivian forged ahead almost as if she was being compelled, "Obviously, they got told a doctored version of those events, but that still doesn't mean they don't have the right to their feelings. Sure, they don't get to treat me like shit over it, but my mom was raised differently, so talking about her feelings isn't her forte. For fuck's sake, her mom rang a fucking handbell anytime Myra expressed emotion, and she wouldn't stop until my mom was silent." Greyson let the curse word slide as anger made his temple twitch erratically, not at Vivian but at her grandmother. "My mom never did anything like that to us, but whenever we got emotional, she always seemed so cold and distant. When she told the kids that story, Carson was on the house phone before anyone could stop him, vowing to our grandmother never to speak to her again. He's held to his word almost thirty years later. Anything she buys for his kids for Christmas gets burnt in a bonfire while the kids sleep.

"And now here we are. My siblings and I are all emotionally stunted wrecks. My father still cannot get his wife to express her emotions. The only one of us who is remotely normal is Athena, but our parents named her after the Greek Goddess of Wisdom and Battle Strategy, so how 'normal' is she?" Vivian sighed and flopped back onto her pillow.

Greyson wanted to speak, but she hadn't opened up this much since they sat down after a month of talking to draw up the "contract" of their relationship, and that had been all about how Alistair had treated her.

Vivian grunted as she rolled over so her back was to him but slid closer. The conversation was over, but she still wanted to be near him.

He swallowed anything he had been about to say and pulled her against his chest. Her body molded to his like it was for him. A soft groan of appreciation left his lips as he tucked the blanket to her chin.

Sleep dragged Vivian under before she could even process it, physically and emotionally drained like never before.

So she didn't hear the soft murmur of Greyson's "I love you" after he finally settled into a comfortable position a few minutes later.

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✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ [yechan x reader] ...୨♡୧... wc. 2.4k w. curse words! ! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

february 16, 2014

living next to lee yechan was surely a blessing in disguise… or at least that's what your mom had said when you complained about him for the fifth time that day.

ever since the day you had met the chubby cheeked boy in the yard of your new house, your mother had been absolutely charmed by him and his stupidly high pitched voice. however, you didn’t see the appeal.

you did at first, when he walked up to the truck as you did your best to help your parents take everything out. he had chubby cheeks, vibrant obsidian eyes and an annoyingly charming smile that had made your little seven year old heart beat out of your chest just to beat all the way back in when he walked right past you, bee lining towards your older brother and ignoring your very audible “hello”.

it was hard to deal with the annoying little pest after that, because he had apparently fallen utterly in love with sumin, who had taken a liking to the younger boy immediately (or to his own older brother, minjae). he was always at your house, knocking at your door and looking for him, not you, to invite him to ride bikes with the other boys in the neighbourhood. and although your entire family had laughed at you when you mentioned it at dinner, you were sure he had resorted to that plan because he had somehow found out you had never learnt how to get onto that demonic murder machine… or a bike, as some would call it.

...

march 16, 2016

living next to lee yechan was a blessing in disguise… or at least that’s what your brother had said to you when you house sitted for his family.

yechan’s family had gone on vacation to the coast for two days, and his parents had trusted you and your brother to feed their cats with the additional payment of using their giant tv and their playstation whenever you wanted. those words would have gotten any kid rushing to feed animals, but it was specially incredible for you. at almost ten years old and at the peak of your need to show the clear superiority you had over every single boy alive, lee yechan was your main victim. and what would hurt the boy more than losing to a girl on a video game? you had to end him.

so that’s exactly what you were doing, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you tried to beat yechan’s high score with your own. 

“just accept that it isn't going to happen” sumin teased as he watched you, poking at your side as an attempt to break your concentration.

“it will, i have to let him know i'm better than him,” you groaned as you swatted his hand away. he didn’t understand that this wasn’t something you wanted, but something you needed. maybe if you hurt his ego enough he would stop treating you like a vulnerable little girl.

“is it because you have a crush o– ouch!” sumin groaned as you pinched his arm, interrupting his incredibly stupid, dumb, offensive words without looking away from the screen.

… 

april 16, 2019

living next to lee yechan was a blessing in disguise… or that’s what your best friend told you when you rolled your eyes every time he spoke.

you sat with your friends at lunch time, a little too close for your liking to where yechan and your brother sat with their friends. yechan’s voice boomed loudly through the entire cafeteria, making your ears feel like bleeding from the annoying noise. 

your friends were well acquainted with your disliking for the boy by now, and they found it absolutely hilarious how much he annoyed you by simply breathing.

“at least you get to see minjae and them every day, they talk to you too” one of them sighed dramatically as she looked over to where yechan’s older brother sat, seemingly being teased by yujun and seeun. you couldn’t help but smile fondly at the sight, heart fluttering at yujun’s smile. that until your thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched, broken scream coming from the gremlin himself.

“i guess, he ruins all of it though” you rolled your eyes, trying to go back to your meal and tune out the incessant yelling coming from the boys’ table.

“maybe he has a crush on you,” the other one suggested, making you look at her in horror before making an exaggerated gagging gesture, earning a loud laugh from everyone.

… 

may 16, 2021

growing up next to lee yechan was a blessing in disguise… or at least that’s what you tried to tell yourself over and over again as you heard his incessant yapping from your place on your couch.

in all honesty, spending your birthday listening to your friend flirt with the boy you disliked most in the world wasn’t what you had planned. all you wanted was to have some friends over, eat cake and call it a day, but of course he had to ruin that.

well, to be fair, he wasn’t necessarily doing anything wrong. you had begrudgingly invited him when you had told everyone else, knowing that it would just be plain mean if you didn’t. now the thought of being mean didn’t feel too heavy on your heart as you heard your friend giggle over something he had said, rolling your eyes because he was not that funny.

you excused yourself before leaving to the kitchen, needing to have a second to yourself before you completely ruined your own birthday. you didn’t understand why it was bothering you so much. it surely was because you had spent a great part of your life complaining about him and you would’ve thought your friend knew better. it was surely because that was supposed to be you flirting with yujun, not them. it was surely not because you didn’t like other girls flirting with someone who was yours.

wait… what?

“ynnie?” you heard a familiar voice call out, lifting your sight to catch yujun’s, a soft smile placed on his beautiful lips. “everything okay?”

“yeah, i just needed a minute” you smiled politely, trying not to show your clear discomfort. he was the one that mattered today, not your giggly friend, not stupid yechan, him. 

“did it have anything to do with your friend and yechan over there?” the boy asked, walking closer to you as your eyes widened.

“god, no, not at all” you tried to defend quickly, shaking your head nervously.

“you sure about that?” he asked, and the way his lips quirked up slightly showed you that he knew something even you didn’t, and it was terrifying.

“no” you let yourself whisper without a thought, a sigh escaping your lips.

yujun smiled softly and ruffled your hair before extending his hand to you. “he asked me to come check on you, come on or he might get worried.” 

for the millionth time, your heart raced at yujun’s words. for the first time, it wasn’t because of him.

…

june 16, 2022

living next to lee yechan was a blessing in disguise… or at least that’s what you thought as you relaxed on a lounge chair under the blazing sun.

just two days after the most stressful exam week of your life, you found yourself resting next to a giant pool in the most gorgeous house you had ever been to. all of your brother’s friends had planned to take a trip to a villa near the coast to begin your summer on the best note possible, and with your year old status as yujun’s best friend – and half of your life savings –, you had made it too.

your bathing suit clinged to your body, still damp from your previous adventure in the pool as you sunbathed, embracing the heat of the climate and allowing yourself to let go. let go from the stress of highschool, let go from the worries that waited for you at home, and most importantly; let go of your big, fat crush on yechan. however, he wasn’t going to stand for that. even when he had no idea that you had any feelings for him other than pure annoyance, he seemed to have a constant need to keep himself occupying your head.

your eyes snapped open when you felt two arms hook themselves on your middle, lifting you up with a freakish amount of strength and running straight for the pool. you didn’t even have time to scream, holding your breath as you made impact with the water, shivers exploding on your skin as the cold temperature collided with the warmth of your body. you swam up as fast as you could, emerging ready to slap the shit out of whoever had decided it was a good idea to disturb you like that, the urge to do so only amplifying as you were met with a cackling yechan moving his wet hair away from his face.

“you asshole!” you exclaimed, pushing his shoulder as he continued to laugh.

“im sorry, you just looked so peaceful and i had to disturb you, it's the law” he laughed loudly, and you did your best to ignore the pounding of your heart as you watched his beautiful smile.

“you just cannot see me enjoying myself, can you?” you glared, putting all your strength in containing the blush that fought to take home at your cheeks.

“not without me” yechan answered, a smirk on his lips as he winked at you. you groaned and pushed his head underwater before swimming away, biting back a giddy smile and missing the way his eyes followed you when he emerged back out.

…

july 16, 2023

living next to lee yechan was a blessing in disguise… or at least that's what your dad had said after he brought you home that one night.

being 17 is hard. being 17 and in love with one of your brother’s friends who you're supposed to hate is even harder. 

you sat on a booth at a dinner you hated, listening to a guy you didn’t like continue to talk about things you didn’t care about after forty minutes of having given up on even attempting to show interest. you had only said yes to him because your friends told you he was nice enough and not bad looking at all, but as he mansplained crypto currency to you for the fourth time like you were stupid, you had enough.

even then, you didn’t have it in you to make up any type of excuse to leave, not being one to be impolite. your mind had wandered off completely when the bell rang, announcing a new client and pulling your attention back to the door. your heart skipped a bit at the sight of yechan, eyebrows furrowed. he hated that dinner too.

he scanned the room quickly, his frown softening when his eyes found yours. you couldn’t help the light smile that formed on your lips at the recognition in his obsidian orbs, your heart beginning to race as he walked towards you.

“ynnie, hi, sorry to interrupt but your brother told me to find you. he has been trying to reach you for a while, but i guess you were too entertained” he spoke, finally getting your date to shut up. you knew damn well you didn’t have a single message from sumin. you looked at yechan cryptically for a couple seconds until his eyes widened slightly, urging you to play along.

“oh shit, give me a second” you answered, opening your phone to find only a ‘you're welcome ;)’ in yujun’s chat. “i'm so sorry, i have to go, family thing” you excused yourself as you put your phone back in your purse. your date understood completely, making you feel just slightly bad as you said bye to him and left with yechan trailing right behind you.

“what was that about?” you asked with a small chuckle when you were outside the diner, yechan’s car parked just out front. “yujun told me you were having a bad date so i thought i’d come and save you” he shrugged, and yujun’s text finally made sense.

“were you around here?” you questioned as you both got into the car, buckling your seatbelt.

“not really, i was at home” yechan answered nonchalantly, but the way his ears were slightly pink didn’t go unseen by you.

“why did you come all this way?” you asked, feeling your heartbeat on your throat at how fast it pumped. was it possible that he cared for you like you did for him?

“you were having a bad time, i wasn’t just gonna let you sit through it” he spoke as he began to drive, making your stomach fill with butterflies at how attractive he looked.

“i'm glad it was you that came” the words escaped your lips without a second thought. your eyes widened slightly as you heard yourself, your ears beginning to match his. you had never allowed yourself to talk to the boy like that, always opting for sassy comments.

“yeah? i'm glad it was me too” yechan smiled, his eyes on the road as his free hand travelled towards the middle of the car where yours was placed. you followed his movements with your eyes, sucking in a small breath as you extended your pinky towards his, letting it out once he interlaced it with his own.

…

august 16, 2024.

living next to lee yechan was a blessing in disguise… or at least that’s what you thought as you laid next to him.

your head rested on his chest, his attention solely focused on the show that played on the tv in front of you. his hand played with your hair mindlessly, making your eyes feel like they were going to close at any minute while you reminisced about all those previous years you spent at his side. the annoyance he made you feel that turned into playful adoration over time, the confessions of a life long crush and the comfort of his arms. even if sometimes it was a little too disguised — enough to make you forget why you would ever think it could be a blessing —, living next to lee yechan was a blessing in disguise.

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© tmrwsuns, 2024

[beastscribbles]

metamorphosis

I am different.

in more ways than 1.

i feel different

i look different

i act different .

in elementary school i was physically regular i suppose. i was a regular height, had light brown hair that went a little past my shoulders, not quite curly, but not straight enough to behave. i was not fat nor skinny, i was in the middle. i had a gap tooth, and my skin was a little tan, but not too much, my smooth skin not yet marred by life.

mentally though, i was very different. at school i was a polite, advanced, sometimes a little rowdy, but straight-A, student who loved to read and draw. at home, i was different. i would fight with my parents, yell and scream at them until i couldn't anymore. then i would stomp up the stairs to my room, my stomach hot with anger, my fists clenched. i would fall onto my bed and cry, cry, cry. i had no release for my anger and overwhelming, consuming emotions, so i would scratch my face over and over till it was red, and some of the pain had faded. it only got worsened from there. i was constantly miserable or extremely anxious, with emotions i couldn't explain or handle.

In middle school i had started some new medications, one of which interfered with my metabolism. i went about my regular life but gained a lot of weight. my mom made me go to a clinic at the hospital to lose weight. she wanted me to get a surgery to manage my weight. i didn't know about the medicines effects, and so for about 2 years i thought i was lazy, ugly and stupid. in school, i had started getting A-C grades, and as a kid with high expectations for my self i felt like a failure. my mental health was stagnant, not improving or getting worse.

in high school. I have been going to therapy for years. i take about 10 medications throughout the day for various mental illnesses. i still feel a bit like im not good enough if i dont get an A, but i recover quickly and im learning to be patient with myself. my anxiety is now manageable, and my depression fluctuates. i am in a much better mental state though. but, physically? im struggling. i do a sport. in this sport i have a mindset that i cant seem to escape. i think if im not constantly practicing then i will look lazy, and people will think i dont care, and in the moments where im so tired i feel like i will fall over and faint i need to keep going and that will make me better. i know its wrong and unhealthy, but i cant stop it. the medication i got to balance the weight gain from the other medication ruins my appetite, and often just the thought of food makes me nauseous. i dont eat much. ive become picky, and dont eat full meals. i am simply not hungry. this paired with the way i push myself, has caused me to lose a lot of weight. my old clothes dont fit as well. in the mirror im much thinner, and i have lost the chubby cheeks i once had. but the rapid weight loss has caused me to be extremely dizzy, nauseous, cold and lightheaded.

i have become different. i am no longer the girl i used to be. i dont even know if its a good thing or not.

[avdaciter]

               Three words.   Three words and what seemed to be a bittersweet encounter shot warning signs all over Jinwoo’s body. It’s just me. He froze in place, the words echoing in his mind, unable to believe something had happened to Mrs. Ryeo. It’s just me. Had it been his fault, too? Had they all died because of him? It’s just me. Never a pessimistic as Jinwoo, Linus had become quite the penchant for bad news if he was being honest. What if nothing had happened? What if Inji’s mom had simply chosen to stay in New York? But… if that was the case, then Dani wouldn’t be crying, right?

His breathing picked up, the mere thought of losing more people making anxiety take hold of his chest for that minute and, just like he knew what was happening to his father, Jinwoo felt Leo’s arms wrapping around his leg, tethering to the present. He couldn’t succumb again. He couldn’t let it take him. Jinwoo counted in his mind from one to ten. Shaky hands picked his son up to attach the little pup to his hips, all the while, trying not to let anxiety win again. He held onto Leo, closing his eyes for a moment there, letting the news sink in. Had Mrs. Ryeo stayed in New York, Dani would have said it. Had nothing happened, his little sister wouldn’t have been showing signs that she had been crying. His grip tightened around his son, a hand holding onto Leo’s head as he planted kisses on the little boy’s chubby cheeks–Inji’s rosy cheeks, and Linus was sure Leo could feel it, because he wrapped his little arms around his dad’s neck and asked if he was sad.

Linus left him without an answer, though. Swallowing down his tears, the older werewolf ran a hand over his face, wiping away any trace of tears that had been there, before turning to Dani to make proper introductions. “Do you like hot chocolate, auntie?” The little boy asked the younger wolf, still watching her curiously. Linus pressed another kiss on his cheek, brushing his hair away from his sweaty face, before looking at Dani. “I can only go there when I’m with him, otherwise, I just assume Nolan’s going to spit on whatever he’s making, knowing I’ll buy it.” Of course, it was a stupid assumption as the phoenix didn’t bake things exclusively for Linus, but it was a way to keep his paranoia at bay. 

As they fall in step, making his way to his car, Linus nods. “I can try and get the nanny tonight if you want to grab dinner somewhere.” He could also easily invite Dani over for dinner, but talking without Leo’s prying ears nearby would be better. That way, they would be able to talk freely. Once they got to his car, Linus opened passenger door for Dani, and soon after she was inside his car, he strapped Leo to his car seat in the back, then turning around to take the wheel. “I do hope you’re planning on staying, you know." He said, looking at the younger wolf sitting beside him. "Here is… nice. It's quiet.”

         it’s  really  taking  all  her  might  to  not  break  down  in  tears  .  this  is  real  .  very  much  so  .  jinwoo  is  alive  .  his  son  ––  her  nephew  ––  is  alive  and  well  .  but  at  his  question  ,  a  lone  tear  manages  to  escape  and  slides  down  her  cheek  .  she  doesn’t  want  to  look  up  ,  but  she  does  anyway  and  notices  how  his  eyes  eagerly  dart  behind  her  .  almost  as  if  her  late  aunt  would  materialize  right  in  front  of  them  .  “  jinwoo  ––  ”  she  utters  out  and  shakes  her  head  .  

“  it’s  just  me  .  ”  

she  takes  in  a  shaky  breath  .  her  hand  moves  up  to  wipe  away  the  single  tear  trailing  down  her  face  .  she  won’t  allow  herself  to  revisit  that  night  .  it’s  still  too  fresh  .  she  swallows  hard  in  an  attempt  to  smother  the  erratic  beat  of  her  heart  .  between  that  and  reuniting  with  jinwoo  ,  she’s  overwhelmed  .  

and  just  as  quickly  ,  dani  straightens  up  and  smiles  brightly  at  the  sight  of  leo  .  if  it  weren’t  for  the  bloodshot  eyes  ,  one  would  never  assume  that  the  wolf  had  been  crying  .  “  hi  leo  !  ”  she’ll  wave  back  and  watches  as  leo  stares  at  her  with  curious  eyes  .  “  mmm  ,  i’m  sure  you  probably  don’t  remember  me  buddy  but  your  dad’s  right  .  ”  nostalgia  hits  her  square  in  the  chest  .  four  years  .  she’s  missed  so  much  .  leo’s  only  going  to  continue  to  grow  .  it’s  bittersweet  but  the  optimistic  part  of  her  hopes  that  this  is  their  new  start  .  “  and  y’know  ,  the  sweetest  tooth  is  becoming  one  of  my  FAVORITE  places  here  .  ”

she  starts  to  make  her  way  towards  the  bakery  ,  easily  falling  into  step  with  jinwoo  .  “  we  should  find  some  time  to  talk  .  catch  up  .  it’s  been  so  long  and  there’s  so  much  i  have  to  tell  you  .  ”  she  wishes  it  could  be  all  good  news  but  he  needs  to  know  .  the  eager  look  in  his  eyes  was  enough  to  let  her  know  that  he  isn’t  aware  of  his  mother-in-law’s  death  .