#hayden everett x you

[georgiapeach30513]

Keys in Your Ignition, Part 29

Summary:  you have your doll baby!

Pairings:  Hayden Everett X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, PIV sex, unprotected sex, sleepy sex, pillow talk, creampie, alluding to Angel’s abuse, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  6.5K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

“Mmm,” Hayden moans as he kisses over your shoulders.  His hand wraps around your waist, dipping below your panties, and your back arches into him.  “How are you already wet?”

“I was dreaming that you were fucking me in my sleep,” you whisper, and Hayden pulls aside your panties, and you feel the heavy weight of his cock on your backside along with his heated breath on your neck, “Just stick it in.”

“Woman, don’t rush me,” he gives a quick peek over your shoulder to ensure that Cozy was sleeping with her little diaper butt stuck in the air.  “I want another one,” you give him a quick smack to his arm.  “She’s so cute though.”

“Please don’t talk about our daughter and how cute she is when…ahh,” you both whimper as he slides in balls deep.  “Haydes,” pulling his arm up higher, you hold onto him tightly as he pumps into you.  Nothing but you and him, airy breaths and his strong and still gentle touch.  The best wake-up call.  Enjoying every moment that you could with him in this way.  Not that sex was the only reason you loved Hayden, but the fact that he was the only one that got to have this part of you made you that much more desperate for him.

Your husband was a horny man, but he knew how to take care of you, and your emotional needs, and especially your physical needs.  He knew that since Cozy was born you just want something sweet and sensual.  And the way that he continues to kiss on your neck, moaning with every soft stab into you.  When you start to get a little too loud, the hand you're gripping onto moves to put two fingers into your mouth.  Keeping it busy and quiet as his motions quicken.

“Doll, baby, you almost close?”

“Mhmm,” you mumble over his fingers.  Giving the digits a suck, just to hear him moan in your ear.  

“Eh,” Cozy sits up in her bed, rubbing at her eyes, and looks directly at the camera, “Eh,” her cries are not even cries, just the sweetest little noises so you know she’s awake.  “Eh.”

“Uh-uh,” you shake your head back and forth.  “Finish,” he moves a bit faster.  Rutting into you with more need, and then the bottom lip juts out on your baby.  Her cry gets a bit louder, but it’s still the sweetest little thing.  Screams did not happen with this baby.  They were soft cries, and she made everyone’s heart break every time.

You have to keep Hayden focused, or he will lose control, “Dada,” she only said that when she was demanding attention.  “Dadadadada,” and the cry that follows is a bit more painful, and then her hand slaps on her bed, and the most pitiful, “Mama!”

“No!” Hayden grunts on your back.  Giving your shoulder a little nibble as he drives into you.  You were the weak one when it came to her.  “Don’t you dare.  Uh!  Oh god.  Doll, I feel you, baby.  You’ve got me in a fucking vice grip.  Let go.  Let go for me, sweetheart.”

The way he takes care of you, and the way he holds off on his own pleasure, just to make sure you get off first.  He is perfect.  You couldn’t imagine a better person to spend your life with, or make the sweetest little pouty babies with.  “Don’t listen to her, right now.  Doll, listen to me, baby, I’m so close.  You feel me?  You feel how you have me twitching?”

“Yeah,” closing your eyes, and blocking out her sweet cries of dispair, you are only there for Hayden.  Feeling every part of him.  Every inch, every ridge, and even the slight curve to his cock.  “Haydes!” Your back arches even more, letting him go even deeper, and with two more hard thrusts, he shoots his load deep into your womb, leaving the two of you panting, and holding onto each other.

“Mama,” her pitiful little cry was still so soft, as she presses her head against the side of the crib, making you pout as she calls out for you again.  Already growing weary of you not responding.

“Haydes, she needs me,” you turn to look at him, pouting.

“Yeah, I bet your boobs are nice and full.  Ready for her to suck on.  Go on.  Go get our baby so she can nurse, and stare at me.”

“Mama.  My mama.”

“They do hurt though.  You know she loves you.”

“And she’s obsessed with you and the Andy Barber.  If she hears either of your voices, she completely ignores me.  It’s cruel.  She’s a meanie,” you give him a quick kiss to his nose, trotting off to the bathroom to clean yourself up, while he straightens up the bed.  “I’m going to grab something to drink while you get her, do you need one of those boobie cookies?”

“Quit calling them boobie cookies,” giggling when you walk back into the bedroom.  “They help with milk production.  They’re good for us.”

“Yes, yes.  Good for the boobies.  What’s good for the boobies is good for the Cozy girl, and for daddy,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, and when Cozy softly cries again, you run off to grab her, ignoring him in the process.

Creaking open the door, she gives you the sweetest smile despite the tears that have made her chubby cheeks glisten.  “Mama,” she whispers, clapping her hands.  “My mama!”

“Good morning, Cozy baby.  How did you sleep?  Nom nom nom,” you pick her up, nibbling on her chubby little cheeks, and she reaches back to her bed making grabby hands at her little gray bunny.  “Okay, I’ll get it, my darling.  Your cousin Sailor has one, too. She does.  And it was…it was going to be your big sister Luna’s.  Let’s get you changed, my baby.  And then we’ll go get in the bed with daddy, while you nurse.  Does that sound good?”

“Yeah,” she whispers out, letting you lay her back on the table to change.  Hayden hangs out in the bedroom, watching and listening to the two of you on the monitor with the sweetest smile.  Hearing his two girls babble in the morning.  Bonding while you ready her for the morning, with lots of kisses, and cuddles.

“And Cozy is finished.  Can you quit eating BunBun?  Let’s go see daddy, okay?”

“Yeah!” She grabs a hold of your arm as you carry her into the bathroom, getting the biggest two teeth smile when she sees her daddy, “Dada!”

“Are you going to let daddy hold you?”

“No,” she continues cheesing, holding you even tighter when Hayden’s face falls.  He looks up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes.  You knew he was only playing, but man, if he wasn’t so proud of his daughter.  He could never get enough of her, and wanted to hold her any chance he could.

“Leave her be.  She is ready to…”

“Suck on the boobies!”

“Yeah!”

“Stop saying that, Haydes,” giggling as you sit down beside him, and Cozy was already pulling your pajamas down.  Mouth wide open as she tries to latch on.  “She’s going to go school telling everyone she loves to suck on mama’s boobies.”

“Not as much as daddy loves sucking on them,” Cozy gives a bit of a growl as Hayden pushes back her soft curls.  Their eyes locking together, and never looking away, “See, she’s torturing me.  She’s proving that she gets to suck on the boobies while people watch, but I can’t suck on the boobies while people watch.”

“Next time we’re at your parents’, just sit in my lap, and pull out my tit and start sucking then.  Or maybe in front of Steve and Tulip.  I mean, Bucky is still crashing at their house, maybe he would like the show.”

“Cozy, I see where you get your meaniness from; your mama is just as mean.”

“Ow!” You playfully scream when Cozy growls again, getting a little smack on the chest from her.  “You tell daddy that he’s being silly.  He gets to suck on things that no one else gets to, huh?”

“Please don’t talk about me sucking on your cupcake in front of her.  I get it, what I get to play with no one does.  And Cozy, I sure do love playing mama.  I like playing with her a lot,” his voices gets softer as he moves in closer to you with a dopey grin.  Not stopping until it’s your lips pressed against his.  The two of you caught in the sweetest little kiss.  Mornings have never been more sweet than when you had a baby.  Even if she was pushing his arm away.  Even if you could hear the Doodle’s feet upstairs as him and Curtis get out of the bed.  Right now it was just you and Hayden, and Cozy.

“Your boyfriend and our first child will be in here in a second,” he says when you cant find the will power to pull away from his kiss.  “I seriously think he just wants to see your boobies.”

“He knocks at the door,” you mumble, trying to pull him closer.  “After Doodle goes outside.”

“I’m only kidding.  I know he’s already seen your boobies.”

“Shh, just kiss me, daddy.”

“Growl, yes ma’am.”

“No!  Call me baby.”

“Whatever you need Doll, baby,” he says as he closes the gap between you again.  Slotting his lips against yours.  The best mornings happened every morning.

“Mama?” Cozy pouts up at Hayden, while you finish up a test.  She didn’t hate Hayden, she just was attached to you.  Giving her dad a little irritated grunt, and she was looking at the office, pumping her fist towards the door, “My mama?”

“Mama is working, baby,” she shakes her head no, still looking towards the office, ready for you to get her.  “Yep, do you want daddy to wear you?” Excitedly Cozy nods her head, leaning over to lay her head on his belly, “That sounds so weird.  Let me get, ah, the carrier,” reaching towards the carrier that stayed beside the couch, Cozy bounces up and down ready to be worn and walk around.

“Front or back?” That chubby little hand pats on his belly, and he gets so proud of her, “you are the smartest little thing ever.  Yep, smart like your mama and your daddy.  Does my Cozy baby want puffs or yogurt?”

“Yeah!”

“Okay, both it is there.  Here you go, let’s get a snack, and we can throw a ball to Doodle, okay?”

“Yeah!”

This is how you found the sweetest things in the world.  Hayden throwing a ball to your bestest boy, while he constantly hands Cozy one of her snacks and her chubby little self happily screeches at Doodle.  His nose gives her flailing feet a tap every time.  “You know, Haydes, I thought you were sexy when I saw you shirtless for the first time.”

“I know you did, baby,” leaning to the side, he gives you a quick kiss, shushing Cozy when she says mama, “Quiet, Coze, daddy still wants to hold you.”

“But this,” you give that sweet little angel on her daddy’s chest a kiss to her head, and she looks up at you, still repeating her mantra of mama, “Our little fenced in backyard, with our handsome boy, this sweet babe on you…Haydes, this is you at your sexiest.  Like how could I want anything more?”

“Well, you are almost finished with school, and you my beautiful wife will be a CPA.  I’m just glad that you let me share this life with you,” Doodle stops in his tracks, howling suddenly, “We have company.”

“Uh huh.”

“And you knew, and didn’t tell me.  That can only mean one thing.”

The side gate opens up, and in trots Andy, Amaris, and even the caseworker that didn’t seem to be away from these two, even if Andy wasn’t giving any information on that.  “Andy Barber,” Hayden turns towards the trio, and Cozy’s legs go stiff, kicking out.  “No.”

“Dede!”

“It sounds like you’re saying daddy and it hurts my feelings,” you swear that Cozy and Hayden could have a pouting contest against each other.  She learned the jutting out lip directly from her dad

“Dede!” She squeals again, the biggest grin on her face.  “Dede!”

“Can I get her?” Andy snorts, holding his own hands out, while Cozy tries to wiggle her way out of her confines.  Reaching up towards her uncle, and almost vibrating with excitement that he was there.  “Dede brought Ama, and Angel to come see you, sweetheart.  C’mere.”

Your eyes move immediately to Andy’s shadow as she watches him hold your daughter so sweetly.  Amaris already runs with Doodle, while you have to hold Hayden since he was pouting, “You had her for a couple of hours all to yourself,” you try to remind him.  Letting him know that he had her all to himself while you finished up some work.  Got to take a nap with her and Doodle in the bed.  She was even laying on his belly.  And you had to miss it.

“And she hates me because I gave her a bottle,” Cozy’s head shoots over towards you, and looks at your chest, and holds Andy even tighter, “See, she likes Dede and boobies.”

“She’s like you, babe.  Come on, Angel, you want to help with dinner?  Curtis should be here soon.  Amaris?  You want to make brownies or just play with Doodle dude until Coco gets here?”

“You’re leaving me alone with the Andy Barber?” Hayden pulls you into him, whispering in your ear before you can get away.

“Yes, and let Cozy be your buffer.  You’ll be fine.  You’re a big boy now.  And if you’re a real big boy, I’ll give you a pumpkin cupcake as a treat, okay?” He sweetly nods his head, making sure to get another kiss before you leave his side.

“But with our next baby, can you make them love me more than you?”

“Yes, Haydes.  Behave,” motioning for Angel to join you, she follows you in the kitchen.  Waiting on you to give her direction, and helping immediately.

Her focus randomly drifts out the door, watching your blushing husband showing off the work you two had been doing for Cozy’s backyard oasis.  Her eyes fondly staring at Andy holding your little baby.  Getting a warm smile when Cozy pushes her hand against his mouth, and you watch as Angel’s hand gently caresses her stomach.  Even the way she watches Amaris, laughing quietly out loud.

“So…what’s going on between you and Andy?”

“Uh…well…”

“Is it serious?  I mean, does Amaris know that you two are…?”

“No,” she blurts out immediately.  “We’re saying it’s to see how she’s adjusting.  This is new territory for all of us.  Especially me.”

A comfortable silence moves over the kitchen, but she never strays from looking towards Andy, and the kids.  A longing look clouding her eyes.  “Doll, can I ask you a personal question?” You nod at her, deciding that dinner was prepped and started enough to move closer, and she only slightly backs away.  “How long was it before you and Hayden…had intercourse?”

“Oh.  Oh, well that…it’s difficult to say.”

“That soon?”

“No.  No, I uh…I was raised in a motorcycle club.  My mother died when I was young, and…I was taught to be an eventual old lady, and my purpose was to be there for my husband’s enjoyment.  Do whatever he likes.  I first experimented with my crush and brother’s best friend, had a miscarriage, and later got into the most toxic relationships I could imagine with my dad’s best friend, and my brother’s at the same time.  I was lost, and drowning, and Curtis brought me to his family.  And a few months later I met Hayden, and…we took things painfully slow.  I didn’t want sex to confuse my head with how I felt about him.  I don’t regret that time, and I appreciate him and us more because of that.  Hayden was patient, and the perfect gentleman.  He let me lead the speed of our relationship.”

Looking down at the countertop, she nods her head.  Her finger draws circles on the surface, and she looks back one more time at Andy who was nibbling on Cozy’s cheek, while hugging Amaris up against him.  He was built to be a father.  “I want to give him that.  I love that Cozy loves him, and he gets to experience a baby.  But I’m scared.”

“Why?”

“I’ve never…I have, but it was never my…m-my choice, and…”

“Can I hug you?” She looks up at you confused, and you don’t need her to say more if she didn’t want to.  You knew the story and how she got into social work, and how she was in the foster system growing up.  She was trusting you enough, but you didn’t need to know the details.  “I want to give you the ability to choose whether you want me to touch you or not.”

She sighs, and leans in to hug you.  Pulling you in closer, and melting into you quickly.  “I’ve never told anyone that, but Andy.”

“He’s a good man, Angel.  The fact that he’s keeping you around means he’s willing to wait.”

“What if I never can?”

“Then worry about that then,” she slides away from you.  Inhaling and exhaling slowly as she stares blankly at Andy.  “I started off with touching myself.  Get comfortable with me.  And then naturally Haydes’ and my relationship progressed.  Our kisses lasted longer.  My body craved his.  I would straddle him, and you know grind on him.  A lot of clothes on stuff happened.  And then…I felt him a few times before he was ever inside me.  There’s ways.  And I didn’t feel empty afterwards.  I wanted more, and when I was ready I knew.  I didn’t want to hold back.  I wanted him, and I loved him, and…it was the best thing that happened.  Because we’re now married, and I have something I’ve always wanted.  I…we made our dreams happen.  I’ve never been happier, and tomorrow I will be even happier.  And the next day, even happier.  It happens everyday.  He’s my best friend.”

“What about Curtis?” Angel laughs through her tears.  Her hand wipes away the streams pouring down her cheeks.  “They call him your boyfriend.”

“Curtis is my friend.  And one of my best friends, but there’s things I don’t share with him.  I share everything with Hayden.”

“Even bodily fluids.”

“Even that,” there was something satisfying about talking to someone in this way.  Getting to be a bit more candid with a female.  Being open with someone completely, because Tulip didn’t want to know, and Bubs was so guarded.  “I know Haydes is a lot for some people.  But he’s my perfect.  He’s someone I see sitting on our back porch steps, watching our grandchildren play back here.  Or just laying in the bed holding each other with our wrinkled hands.  I want to grow old with him, and I’m going to laugh everyday.”

“Andy isn’t the funniest,” another look to the back, and this time Andy catches sight of her, and the two share the sweetest lingering look, and her hand was back on her stomach again.  “He’s corny.  Corny dad jokes.”

“But he makes you laugh.  He doesn’t make you cry.  Trust your gut.  You want him.  He wants you.  Let him continue to take your walls down brick by brick, until the passion and lust is too much and you react.  That’s all it is,” the outside party walking towards the backdoor has Angel getting from her stool, and going to the half bath.  “If you need to freshen up, you can use our bedroom,” you tell her.  Thankful she was getting a moment to recenter herself, and breathe without prying eyes, and Andy who couldn’t touch her with Amaris around.

Doodle runs straight to you, and you give him the best head scratches.  Seeing your smiling baby squeal when she reaches towards you.  The prettiest smile on her face as she starts to clap, and her legs flail around the closer she gets to you.  Holding her high above your head when you take her from Andy, bringing her back down for the sweetest kisses.  “Okay, you need some floor time.  Are you going to be on the floor with Doodle to play?”

“Yeah!” She screams, and the second she’s in the floor she crawls over to her toy box, and starts throwing out stuffies into the floor.  Looking at each one carefully until she tosses it aside.

“Watch this,” Hayden whispers to Andy.  “Look how smart my babies are.”

“Uhh!” She screams out when getting to the bottom.  Sitting on the floor she turns to look at her mess, making sure she didn’t make a mistake in identifying what she was looking for.  Scanning over every stuffed animal, until looking at Doodle, “Do!”

Doodle snorts, but trots into her room, coming back with BunBun in his mouth, and Cozy squeals again.  “That bunny gets around,” Andy notes, winking over at Amaris who had her own version of a gray bunny.  “Cozy baby, why do you only like stuffed animals?” She answers by squeezing onto her bunny, and looks up at you pitifully.  Ready to be held closely.

“No, it’s not time.  You play,” silly girl.  Trying to trick her way into nursing.  She wasn’t even sleepy.  Looking towards Doodle she crawls over to her buddy, sitting right next to him, and babbles to the toys surrounding them.  Picking each one up, but BunBun stays right in her lap.  

“She’s so cute,” Angel says, a sneaky little hand grazing against Andy’s.  Amaris was in the floor with them, none the wiser as to what her dad was doing.  Laying on her belly as she talks to Cozy’s BunBun with a different stuffed animal of a bear.

“She’s rotten,” Hayden takes a seat on the couch, and pulls you over into his lap.  “Aren’t you, Cozette?  Are you rotten to the core?”

Nonsensical baby talk is spoken towards Hayden, but it ends in sweet little giggles, and her mouth turns into a perfect circle, hearing Curtis’ truck rumble into the garage.  Pointing at the door, “Co!” She claps, crawling a little bit to the door, but sitting still on her foam mats.  

“That is your Coco,” you tell her, and her eyes never leave the front door.  Laughing when he bursts through.  “Oh no,” you pout, and your bottom lip juts out.  He did it.  He said he was going to.  Showed you a picture of them and commented how their wrinkled butts looked just like Cozy’s chunky self.  “You didn’t.”

Doodle’s position turns to get in front of Cozy.  Looking up at Curtis feeling betrayed, and his brown eyes glare up at him, “Buddy, I had to.  Look at hims wittle winkle butt.  Doesn’t him wook wike Cozy?”

“Co!”

“Doodle, you wanna sniff him?” Curtis asks, kneeling in front of Doodle and Cozy, but Doodle sneezes instead, and haughtily walks over to his bed.  His pouting eyes staring at the puppy that Curtis places in your hand.  “Coze, come look at him.”

Cozy looks towards her Doodle, and back at the puppy, and Amaris, sits beside Hayden, giving the puppy a little pet.  “Baby, Coco got you a puppy.  He said you needed it.”

“Co?”

“Yes, Coco got you this wrinkle butt puppy.”

“Ehh!” She squeals, crawling over towards you.  Hating that she could pull herself up now.  And she points at his nose.  Looking up at you and Hayden.  “Co!”

“Yes, this is Cozy’s puppy.”

“Mek!”

“No, milk right now.  You can pet him,” exhaling deeply, her hand touches the pup, and she moves it back quickly, laughing at you and her daddy, and then looking up at Curtis, and back towards Andy.  Smiling so wide that her eyes were squinting, “You telling everyone he’s your puppy?” Nodding her head, she tries it out again.  Softly touching his head, and when he licks her, she laughs again.  “Doodle, you’re still our sweetest boy.”

“And he gets alone time from the pup.  You go to work with Hayden,” Doodle picks his head up only to lay back down.  “Oh, come on, big guy.  We’re still pals.  You’ll still get to sleep upstairs, or on the stairs, or in front of Cozy’s bed.  Wherever you want.  That’s your baby brother, and you got to teach him the ways.”

“My?” Cozy looks up at you, petting the new puppy’s head softly.  All the while Angel and Andy move even the tiniest bit closer together, not even noticing how Amaris was watching them more than the puppy.  Cutting her eyes over at her dad and her, but smirking as she watches them.  They forget just how smart Amaris actually is.  

“Yes, my Cozy.  Dis is your puppy.  And dat is your Doodle, and daddy’s.”

“Dada my Do,” saying his name causes Doodle to harumph his way over to Cozy, sitting in the floor beside her.  And her sweet little hand runs through his mane, and she leans over on him, giving him a little hug, “My Do!”

“Yes.  Now, let’s eat.”

“Mek!”

“Okay, you guys eat.  Cozy needs to be changed and have a snack.”

“Doll, baby, we’re going to wait on you.  You go feed the babe, and give me a kiss.”

“Here.  Hold her.  I’m going to get Sailor dressed for bed,” Tulip places Cozy in Bucky’s arms, and he stares down at the little girl confused.  “Oh, good grief, Buck.  Doll and Hayden know you won’t leave, so you’re always here.  You’re going to have to be around her.  And don’t say it, Steve will be back in like five minutes.  And don’t let her fall on the floor.”

“What?” He shouts as she walks away.  “Why would you say that.  Don’t,” he tells Cozy as her lip puckers out.  Scratching beside her ears.  “What did I do?” Tears brim her eyes, and she starts to pull at her ears.  Her lip trembling, and she won’t look away from Bucky, “Tulip!  Make it stop!”

“Stop screaming!” She whisper screams, holding Sailor who only had on a diaper, but she steps back into the living room to chastise Bucky.  “Doll and Hayden don’t raise their voices.  You’re scaring her.  Now, just hold her.  Softly.  She’s a soft baby.  Get her bunny.”

“BunBun!” She pouts even harder, reaching towards the floor, and Bucky holds her onto her, leaning into the floor to retrieve it.  “My mama?”

“Uh…she’s…she had to go on a date with your daddy.”

“Dada?”

“Yeah.  They’re coming back.  Oh,” Bucky says softly as Cozy snuggles into his chest.  Rubbing her nose over the bunny, trying to stop her tears.  “I get your name.  You just like to be extra cozy, huh?”

“My mama,” she whimpers.  Her breathing gasping through her cries that she tries to stop.  Taking comfort from BunBun’s soft form while she slowly gets more calm.  Her little hand grasping to his shirt.  “My mama.”

“She’s something, huh?  She’s surprised even me.  Your dad can’t be too bad of a guy, because he definitely fits in with your mama,” her head pops up as she looks at Bucky.  She gives a point to his nose, and she giggles a bit.  “Yeah, I’ve known your mom since she was about your age.  She grew up.  Grew up real…well, she’s…your mom is still hot.  One of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.”

“Yep.”

“She did good.  You were…were supposed to have a sister.  She was my baby.”

“My mama.”

“Yeah.  With your mama.  I think that’s where the trend of the bunnies came from is her.  Sailor has her bunny,” Cozy pulls her bunny tight to her chest, smiling up at Bucky.  Blinking her eyes twice at him.  “You’re pretty cute.  I definitely see your dad in you, but those eyes.  You’ve got your mama’s eyes.”

“My mama,” she goes off on a tangent of nonsense, and Bucky’s eyes go wider watching her.  Her eyebrows animated as she speaks.  It was like she was having a full blown conversation with him, but it was indecipherable.  Using her hands to gesture about something.

“Yeah.  I agree with all that you said.  Your mom is a pretty cool human.  Even if she has an ugly star tattoo.”

“No, she doesn’t,” Tulip comes back, with Sailor running in with a sippy cup.  Crawling up into her dad’s seat while she waits on Steve.  “Doll had that thing removed before she ever got married.  It was painful.  But you can’t really see it anymore, huh, sweetheart?  You’re good with kids, Buck.”

“But,” Cozy points at his nose, and Bucky rolls his eyes.  “But!”

“See, what you did.  Now she’s calling me But.  It’s Buck.  Or Bucky.”

“It’s cute.  But you’re good with them.  Sailor, too.”

“I don’t think I want kids anymore.  I think I just wanted one.  It was really Doll that wanted kids.  And then it happened and…well, we see how this ended.  Doll got her baby, and you really are the cutest thing I have ever seen.”

“Doll has her a baby doll.  She acts so much like her mama at times.  So soft, and needing to be held and loved,” Sailor points at Cozy who was smiling up at Bucky.  Her little hand rubs over his cheek, before she snatches it away, giggling.  Holding her hand over her mouth when she gets too loud.

“Why is she doing that?”  Bucky asks, but couldn’t stop smiling at her precious self.  “She really is a cute little thing.”

“She’s flirting.  She does that with Andy, too.  Cozy, you want to put your jammies on?  Doodle and Diesel are sitting on the floor ready for you to lay down with them.  We got your pillow bed.  Come here,” she shakes her head no, laying back down on Bucky’s chest.  Whimpering about her mama.  “Oh, honey, they’ll be back soon.  Let me get you a bottle.”

“Mek.  My mama.”

“She wants Doll’s boob,” Sailor laughs when Cozy sits back up, and turns to look at her cousin.

“What?” Bucky looks at Tulip mortified, “Why does she want her boob?”

“She nurses, Bucky.  My god, stop being so dramatic,” Cozy’s lip puckers out, and a few sniffles escape her mouth before those eyes fill up with tears.

“She’s crying again.”

“Hers sleepy,” Tulip goes to reach for Cozy, but she shakes her head, laying back down on Bucky’s chest.  And he goes to rub his hand up and down her back.

“My mama!”

“The dog is coming over to her.  She has everyone trained.”

“He’s trying to comfort her, which isn’t what you’re doing, when your voice goes up an octave.  Shh.  Cozy, come here baby.”

“Mama!  Mek!”

Back and forth between the group continue, and when you open the door to Steve and Tulip’s house, Cozy turns to look at you.  Smiling in between her tears, and reaching towards you.  Her chubby little hands making grabby fists, and smiling bigger the closer you get, “Is Uncle Bucky holding you?”

“My mama!”

“Don’t take it personal, Bucky,” Hayden sits down almost right beside Bucky as you reach for Cozy.  Holding her tight to your chest, and she’s immediately running her hands down your chest.  “Doll, baby, go feed her.  We’ll leave when you’re finished,” carrying her into Sailor’s room, Hayden turns and looks towards Bucky.  “She’s cute isn’t she?  We made a cute baby.  My god, I love that kid.”

“She’s cute,” he looks at Hayden nervously.  Tapping his fingers on his knees, “I thought you said Steve was almost back.”

“Bucky, no hard feelings between us,” Hayden extends a hand over to Bucky, and Bucky gives it a slow look.  “I’m extending an olive branch.  It’s fine.  We fell for the same woman, but I married her.  And she’s madly in love with me.”

“Hayden!  Oh my goodness.  Sailor, you waiting on daddy?  Or you want to watch a movie in the bed with me?”

“Daddy!”

“Sorry, that was insensitive.  You treat my wife with respect, and you are kind to my daughter, I won’t hate you.  We all have pasts.  And seeing how we can’t get rid of each other, it’s okay to admit the two of you dated.  Well…you did…you were together.  It is fine.  I have totally moved passed it because I wake up next to her, and I get to see her with our daughter everyday.  So we’re good.”

“You’re a dork,” Bucky says, as he looks towards Hayden who was just smiling at Bucky, giving him a proud head nod.  Hayden was a dork, and he knew it.  “But you’re a lucky dork, who is good to her, and she loves you very much.  And yes, you made a cute baby.”

“One of the cutest.  Like, I get to see that sweet face everyday, and get to hear her and her mama call me daddy, and…ahh, it’s a beautiful life.”

You hear every word that they’re saying.  Staring down at your daughter whose eyes were fluttering closed.  You were so happy she got her daddy’s lashes.  The way they sit against her cheeks.  She was perfect.  Your life was such a roller coaster, but holding this sweet angel against your chest was enough to convince you it was worth it.

You had so many more laughs than cries.  The pretty house of your dreams, but inside was more than you could imagine.  And the fact that Hayden could proudly sit next to Bucky and tell him he didn’t care about the past.  You were his now.  An equal pairing, and you loved showing each other off.  

“You finished, sweet Cozy?” You whisper as she pulls off you.  Whispering some nonsense of her own.  Smacking her lips, and struggling to keep her eyes open.  “Let’s go get daddy and the boys, and we’re going to go home, okay?”

She was completely milk drunk.  Smiling with her eyes rolling in the back of her head.  Not wanting to lift off you as you walk into the living room, “Daddy, your baby is very tired.  She’ll go straight to bed.  And Curtis is having a sleepover.”

“Yep.  Tulip, thank you so much for keeping our baby and the boys.  Bucky, thanks for not being a punk.  And Miss Guppy…oh…thanks for being awesome,” he whispers to the sleeping toddler who was curled up in Steve’s chair.  “We’ll get her for your date night next time.  Doodle, buddy, follow mama.  Diesel, my man, you wander too much still.  Get in these arms.”

“Uh!” Cozy puts a leg up on the back porch, but drops it back down on the ground, looking over at Diesel who was also trying to climb the stairs as well.  Wearing nothing but a little dress that had her diaper sticking out of the bottom, and rolls upon rolls.  “Up.  Uh!  Dada!  My mama!”

“Your mama,” Hayden sits on the step looking at her and her partner in crime, “Is waiting on something.  She’ll be out in a minute.  Show Poppy and Nini how you walk.”

“No.  My mama.”

“You can’t walk, Cozy.  It’s not allowed,” Tara squats down, holding her arms out, “Come on.  Can you walk to Nini.”

“No,” she points into the house still not giving up on getting to you, but Hayden picks her up to turn towards Tara, giving her bootie a little tap.  “My mama.”

“Coze, you walk to me, and I’ll tell Poppy to go get your mama.  Come on baby.  Come see Nini.  I don’t think you can do it,” Cozy sticks her tongue out in concentration, and takes one step towards Tara.  Wobbly, and ready to fall, but she holds still until she catches her balance.  Taking another step so determined to get to Tara.  “There you go.  Come on.  Come to Nini.  Howard, tell Doll she needs to just get out here.  We’ll all check later.”

“Dad, didn’t I make the cutest baby?  Look at her.  Her chonky little legs walking like that?”

“Yes, son.  You made the most beautiful little girl.  I’m going to get your wife,” Howard softly walks through your house, and lets the office door creak open.  You sigh in relief but don’t remove your eyes from the computer.  You are still in disbelief at what the screen was saying, “Doll, you don’t have to sit there for results.  Your baby is taking steps outside, and I don’t want you to miss it.”

“I’m not waiting anymore,” you wipe away your steady flow of tears, finally turning back towards Howard.  Tear stained cheeks, and makeup that was long gone and wiped away.

“Honey, you can always take…”

“I passed.  I’m done.  I’m a CPA.  Howard, I did it,” your words rush out of you.  You said it.  It had to be real.  You read over that email so many times.  It wasn’t a dream.  This was a reality.

“Oh, Doll,” he takes a few steps towards you, giving you a big hug.  “You did it.”

“My daughter has a reason….Howard, she’s going to be so proud.”

“She was always going to be so proud.”

“And Haydes.  I gotta tell him.  And I can’t even think, and my baby is taking steps, and Howard, I passed.  I gotta…Hayden!  Haydes!” You didn’t mean to be rude.  But all you could think is getting to Hayden.  All those nights of studying.  The time you had to be away from your daughter to be in class.  The times that you were multitasking and letting her nurse while you studied.  It all had come to this shiny conclusion.

“Hayden!”

“Doll?” He asks, getting worried, grabbing up Cozy, and walking towards you, “Baby, what’s wrong?  Why are you crying?  What happened?  Are you okay?  Baby, talk to me.”

“I did it,” a hand rests on his hip, and you start to push yourself closer to your family.  “I’m officially your CPA wifey.  Cozy, mama did it!”

“Aye!”

“You…y-y-y-you…Ma!  My hot wife is now a hot CPA!  Doll…you…no more studying?  You did it?  Oh my god.  Dad, we need cake.  Ma, call everyone to come by and celebrate.  No!  Let’s go out to eat, and then you guys leave us alone, and I can congratulate my wife, and…”

“Hayden, son, you’re disgusting.  Cozy, let Nini get you dressed, while you’re parents make out for a minute.”

“No, my mama!  My mama, aye!”

“Haydes, we did it.  We…thank you, Haydes.  You’ve always believed in me.  And thanks to this beautiful baby, and our boys, and…we did this, Haydes.  We did it all,” you didn’t care who was watching.  You needed him.  Needed to feel him and remind yourself of how real he was.  Of how no one could ever compare to him.

You are able to feel your baby in his arms, while feel him on you.  You had done it.  You completed something.  You did it.  You did.  You did it all.  Even if no one else was proud, and they were, you are so proud of yourself.  Because, you.  Did.  It.

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[loversofthegrave]

THE CODEPENDENCY TAPES - wincest playlist x

my boy marlon williams 2. inbred ethel cain 3. once more to see you mitski 4. growing pains ethel cain 5. never gonna give you up the black keys 6. i promise radiohead 7. prayers for rain the cure 8. i'm lost without you marlon williams 9. for you sharon van etten 10. song to bobby cat power 11. make out in my car sufjan stevens 12. no one's gonna love you band of horses 13. angel in the snow elliott smith 14. blue ridge mountain fleet foxes 15. the only one the black keys 16. hearts a mess gotye 17. ten years gone led zeppelin 18. i will follow you into the dark death cab for a cutie 19. everlasting light the black keys 20. back down the black boy & bear 21. unknown / nth hozier 22. honey don't think grant lee buffalo 23. thank you led zeppelin 24. bad ritual timber timbre 25. can't see - useless oingo boingo 26. we must be killers mikky ekko 27. be mine the heavy 28. crown of love arcade fire 29. your love is killing me sharon van etten 30. dog days ethel cain 31. francesca hozier 32. untouchable face ani difranco 33. when we drive death cab for a cutie 34. strangers the kinks 35. between the bars elliott smith 36. if i go, i'm goin gregory alan isakov 37. work song hozier 38. this time tomorrow the kinks 39. heartbeats jose gonzalez 40. for i fear hayden everett 41. love me, please love me sandie shaw 42. bedroom hymns florence and the machine 43. come to me marlon williams 44. lonely day system of a down 45. oh! darling the beatles 46. last kiss pearl jam 47. NFWMB hozier 48. baby's arms kurt vile 49. sweetest kill broken social scene 50. can't nobody love you the zombies 51. two coffins against me! 52. lost in my mind the head and the heart 53. history book dry the river 54. you radiohead 55. far from me nick cave and the bad seeds

[sarahsmi13s]

This Is How It Feels

whumptober day 5: hostage / kidnapping / held at gunpoint

pairing: beau 'cyclone' simpson x daughter!reader

characters: beau simpson, y/n simpson, reagan simpson, ncis: new orleans team, the squad breifly, hayden and frankie, everett north (oc villian), cameron north (deceased)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, kidnapping, torture, guns, blood, waterboarding, loss of will to live, oc character death, revenge killing, if i missed any please tell me!

word count: ~3.2k

a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace

also if you are on the whump taglist but are not familiar with a character, you can skip it will not hurt my feelings!

also also, i do want to apologize for getting this up late got distracted while writing it so i finished it later than i had hoped

whumptober 2023 masterlist

summary: a parent's grief is strong and powerful and it can make you crazy, if the opportunity presents itself to get revenge... you take it

“Simpson!”

You turned at the call of your name, spotting your friends waving to you from the front of a bar. “C’mon! We’re starving!”

Shaking your head, you jogged over. “You two, my goodness,” you laughed before you all walked in. “Are you sure we can even eat here? It’s a bar.” “We’ve eaten at the Hard Deck before,” your friend, Hayden, said as she walked over to a table.

“Okay okay, you have a point there. Just don’t try anything stupid, we’re all repping the school, but I’m also repping the Navy and my dad. So if any of you try to pull-”

“Relax, Simpson, I left my fake ID in California,” Frankie, your best friend said as she nudged you playfully.

“Simpson?” 

You looked up to see an older gentleman standing there with an apron around his waist. 

“As in Beau Simpson?” He asked, looking over your face quizzically.

You nodded, “Yes sir, he’s my dad.” The man chuckled, “Yeah, I know your dad, grew up down the street from my mama. I’m sure he hasn’t talked about me much, I’m Dwayne Pride – folks around here call me King.”

“Oh! Yeah, Dad did tell me about you,” you said with a smile and stood up to shake his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, sir.” Dwayne chuckled, “You can call me Dwayne…” He trailed off, brow arched as he silently prompted you to fill in the blank. “Y/N, I’m Y/N.” He smiled and nodded, “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

You sat back down, but looked up at him. “Now, is your mama Reagan Autry?” You nodded, “Sure is!” He chuckles, “I knew they’d last. Anyhow, what can I get y’all to drink?”

Back in North Island, the squad was at Cyclone’s house for a little get together.

“Where’s Y/N?” Mav asked, sipping his drink as Beau sat down. “Oh her culture club is visiting New Orleans for Mardi Gras week,” Reagan said as she sat down on the arm on Beau’s chair.

“Now y’all are from NOLA, right?” Jake asked, relaxing back on the couch. They nodded, “Sure are. High school sweethearts at that.” He nodded, “That’s impressive.” “It is, because of all the hours and missed dates over the years because he’s such a hard worker,” she said, kissing the side of Beau’s head.

“I made up for it though,” he chuckled and squeezed her hip. “Yeah, you d-”

Reagan’s statement was cut off by Beau’s phone ringing.

He furrowed his brow and picked it up, checking the caller ID to see that it was Frankie.

“I better take this, excuse me,” he sat his drink down and stood before going out on the back patio.

He closed the door as he answered, “Frankie? What’s-” 

“Y/N’s been taken!” 

Beau froze, the breath being pulled from his lungs. “W-what?” Frankie was hyperventilating on the other end, “W-we were get-getting something fr-from the vending machine and-and-and some guy c-came up and t-took her. I tried to he-help b-but she-she told me to run.” 

Frankie sobbed, even though he couldn’t see her he knew she was pacing the hotel room 

“I-I’m sorry…” 

He had to remain calm, knowing that she would freak out if he did. “Frankie, Frankie, you need to breathe sweetheart. I know you’re scared, but I need you to listen to me. There’s a bar, it’s called the Tri-Tone, you need to go there and find Dwayne Pride.”

She sniffed, “W-Why Dwayne Pride?” “He’s an NCIS Agent, he’s the team leader down there and he can help.” She coughed a little, “O-okay…” He took a breath and glanced back inside, seeing his wife leaning on the wall and watching him carefully. “Frankie, I’ll try to be down there soon. Stay safe and be on alert.” “Y-yes sir.” 

He hung up and ran a hand over his face before turning to go back inside.

His eyes stayed on the floor as he closed the door behind him and leaned on it. “Beau… Honey, is everything okay? Is Y/N okay?” 

The concern in Reagan’s voice grabbed the squad’s attention and they looked over concerned.

“Uh.. She.. She was taken… Y/N and Frankie were getting something from the vending machine.. and–and some guy took her…” Beau looked up and met her eyes, tears filling his, “Someone took her…”

Reagan collapsed, Beau catching her just before she could hit the floor. “No! No! Not her, not our baby girl! Please,” she sobbed, her manicured nails biting at his shoulder as she clung to his shirt.

Beau couldn’t say anything as he held up his wife, trying to be strong for her and not break down in front of the squad.

But it was hard. 

I mean of course it was. 

You, his baby girl, in the hands of some stranger. It was his worst nightmare come to life.

Cold. Damp. Dark. 

Those were the words you would have used to describe the room you were in. The only light on in the room was a yellow bulb swinging in its cage above your head. The chill nipped at your exposed skin, having been stripped of the clothes you were in when you were taken. The room smelled of mildew, and you knew that any water ride you ever went on would remind you of this room.

Your arms were tied above your head, spread in a ‘Y’ to keep you from attempting to free yourself despite being in chains. Your bare feet scraped the rough concrete, your toenail polish being scraped off and leaving red, pink, and white streaks on the floor.

If you had to guess, you’d been there about 12 hours, if not a whole day.

The man that took you had only been in the room one other time and it was to tighten the gag in your mouth. It was a relief that was all, but you had a sinking gut feeling that he had something in store for you.

Your view of the room was awful, you could only see the staircase in front of you, the small window at the top of the wall letting in the moonlight and illuminating the assortment of instruments on the workbench underneath it. If there were worse things behind you, you couldn’t see it. But if what you could see was any indication, there was a reason you were here.

All you could do was pray that Frankie got help and that someone was on their way to save you.

“What do we know?” Dwayne asked as he came in, Beau and Reagan following behind him. “Any updates?” 

Chris and Tammy turned, heads tilted in confusion as to why they were there. But they continued when Pride nodded.

“We were just sent this photo anonymously, Patton’s tracing it now.” Sebastian put the photo on the plasma.

The photo was a newspaper being held by cracked manicured nails but the face in the background was too covered to be enhanced effectively. 

“However, there’s no way to determine-”

“That’s her,” Reagan spoke up, tears gathering in her eyes. “That’s my baby girl…” 

Dwayne looked from her and up to Beau, “Are you sure?” She nodded and held up her own hand, “We got a matching manicure before she left…” Reagan turned and sobbed into Beau’s shoulder.

“She was playing with her brothers when she was young and scraped her left hand on the brick wall, the scar never went away,” Beau added for more confirmation that the hand in the photo did belong to you.

Dwayne nodded, “Then there’s hope, it’s a proof of life photo.” 

All the Admiral could do was nod before holding his wife close and silently cry with her.

It had been 5 days since you had been abducted. 

5 agonizing days.

Beau was a wreck, he was falling apart with worry. With fear. Anything awful that came to Beau’s mind, it’s what they were doing to you. And it wasn’t getting better.

Because they hadn’t heard anything else from your abductor. Patton’s trace led them to a library computer, where they were able to obtain security footage but no one in the film looked suspicious. All the team could do was tell the library staff to keep a lookout for anything or anyone sketchy.

But other than that, they had nothing.

And they were running out of time.

“Please, stop!” You sobbed as the hot knife ran across your skin. 

The past four days have been non-stop pain. Even when you were given a break so your capture could do whatever, you were in pain. 

You felt like you had zero hope of getting out, of ever seeing your family again. You could only think of your dad, how he must feel. That he may never see you again, his only daughter, taken from him.

“No! He has to know the pain! The suffering I went through because of him!” 

Him.

That was all he ever referred to this mystery man as. Never said a name or anything other than ‘him’ or ‘he’.

“Who?! Who are you talking about?” You screamed before a fist collided with your stomach, the slick slap of his fist on your wet, bloody skin making you sick to your stomach. 

Your skin was littered with cuts, all ranging in depths and lengths but none deep enough to be immediately fatal. 

No.

It had to be slow.

Whomever this ‘he’ was had to experience the same pain your capture felt.

The man hit you again, smearing your own blood across your face and bruising your swollen skin. 

You cried out, begging for him to stop and to let you go as he walked away. Your voice was raw and broken, cracking as you desperately pleaded. 

“Let me go! Please! I just wanna go home…”

“My daughter never came home, why should I let his?” 

You blinked, not sure what he meant by that. 

“I’m sorry about your daughter… I am… but why inflict this on someone else? Why take someone else’s daughter away?”

He didn’t answer you and released the tension on your chains, sending you to your knees harshly and reopening the wounds on your knees. 

Grunting, he took long strides back over to you. 

You knew what he was after and you tried to crawl away, scraping your palms on the concrete. But you could only crawl so far and so fast. 

Your entire body throbbed and your blood made the floor slick. Your capture was faster than you were in your weak state. He grabbed your hair, yanked you back and grabbed you by the throat. Your yelp was cut short as he applied pressure, cutting off your air flow.

Weakly, you tried to claw at him, get him to let go, but he wouldn’t. He squeezed until your eyes rolled back and you passed out.

Beau paced the living room of his childhood home, waiting on Pride to arrive.

Dwayne had called, telling him they needed his help identifying a man and that they had a lead, a promising one.

He wasn’t given any other details, but even that was enough to give him some hope. It had been over a week, so this was gold to them.

The normally calm and collected admiral nearly jumped out of his skin when there was a knock at the door. He raced over and pulled it open, revealing the two agents behind it.

“King, Agent Gregorio,” he greeted, stepping to the side to let them both in. They nodded their thanks to him before they went to the kitchen.

“We’re gonna get right into this, Admiral, you and your wife have waited over a week for something like this,” Tammy said, with sympathy in her voice as she held the evidence bag and a printed photo up. 

Dwayne took the evidence bag, “This was in a book returned to the library early this morning.” He turned it to show the folded up notebook paper, the words, “FROM ONE FATHER TO ANOTHER THIS IS HOW IT FEELS” scrawled sloppily across the page in red ink and what looked to be blood droplets and a bloody fingerprint on the paper. 

“The blood is fresh, as old as this mornin’...” Beau didn’t have to ask, there was no other person whose blood it could be. But he needed the confirmation, no matter how sick it made him feel. “Is-Is it…” Both agents nodded, Tammy speaking, “Sebastian ran the print… it’s Y/N’s. The blood is her’s as well…”

Beau gripped the back of the chair to keep him from falling, Dwayne coming to his side to help him sit down.

“Do-do you know who sent it?” 

Tammy sat the photo down, “We were hoping you might.” He picked up the print and looked at it, recognizing the face instantly. “Yeah, yeah, that’s Everett North… His daughter, Cameron, was under my command a few years ago. She died on a mission.”

They nodded looking at each other, Tammy stepping out to call Chris and tell him to look up Cameron’s name. 

Beau runs a hand down his face, “He blames me for Forest’s death and is taking it out on my daughter…”

Everett sat in a chair, fiddling with a hose waiting for you to wake up. 

You were laying on the freezing floor, the only warmth being the pool of blood you were laying in. You weren’t sleeping so much as laying unconscious, passing out from the previous day's torment. You knew what today held, the same as yesterday. 

That’s what it was, a routine. Torture of all kinds day in and day out. Pain and suffering, that’s all it ever was.

You didn’t want to open your eyes, wake up to another day of this. You were sick, coughing and shivering as the cold basement plus your wet skin plagued you. Your wounds were infected. Your throat was raw from screaming, but Everett managed to pull them from you still. 

And you knew what was in store for you today… but keeping your eyes closed would only delay the inevitable.

You cracked your swollen eyes open, weakly trying to push yourself up. 

“They’re she is,” he gruffed out before getting up and turning the hose on. He puts his thumb over the opening on the hose, spraying you in the face with the freezing water. 

You could only weakly yelp before he was coming over and pulling you to your feet and dragging you to the table on the back wall.

“No, no, no, please, please don’t…” You protest weakly, still trying to fight him. 

“Stop fightin’, you know it's no use,” he said coldly before putting you on the table and strapping you down before running the cold water over your cuts and burns.

You whimpered, squirming to get away despite it being futile. 

He just laughed before covering your face with a towel and soaking it with the hose.

“Everett North, his daughter was Cameron North. Cameron was killed after her plane crashed and she was taken by the enemy. She was held and tortured for two weeks before her body was dumped back at the wreckage for search and rescue to find,” Gregorio started.

Chris was next, “After seeing her at the Tri-Tone and following her to her hotel, North abducted Y/N. She has been with him for a little over a week. But she isn’t trained like military personnel is, she’s only 18 and what Lieutenant North went through was intense and extensive. We don’t know if Y/N can handle it.”

“Okay, do we know where he lives?”

“Sebastian is–”

“I found it! I’ve got his address!” Sebastian shouted as he stood up.

With that the team jumped up and got their gear.

The moment the towel was yanked off your face you started coughing up the water you inhaled, lifting your head so you don’t choke on it again.

Everett started and ended with the same method. That's how you knew your day was over.

He unstrapped you from the table and watched you weakly roll until you fell onto the ground limply.

“Please… just kill me…” 

Your plea was weak as you continued to cough up water. You hated that you had gotten to that point so soon. That you could pull through for just a little longer. But you were in agony, body broken and bloody. You didn’t want your parents to see you like this.

“Oh no no no, your dad has to feel the same pain I felt.”

You look over your shoulder, “M-My dad? What did my dad do to you?” Everett reaches down and grabs your hair, pulling you up to your knees.

“He killed my daughter, I’m only returning the favor,” he hissed, yanking down to put you on your back.

You yelped, your head making contact with the ground. “My dad would never do that!” He kicked you across the face, “Shut up! You don’t know!”

You went to retort but you could hear movement upstairs.

And that’s when you felt your will to live enter your body again. 

“Help! I’m down here, help me!”

You could hear the flurry of footsteps to the basement door and Everett pulled you to your feet.

He held most of your weight and pointed a gun at your neck as the door flew open and agents ran down the stairs.

“Everett North! NCIS put your weapon down!”

“Come any closer and I’ll shoot her!”

Everything suddenly became blurry, the voices around you muddling together. You didn’t know exactly what was happening but you could only assume it was shock or your body finally letting go and relaxing because you had a chance of living.

But before you learned the answer, everything went black as a gunshot rang out.

The first thing you noticed as you woke up was the incessant beeping of a heart monitor. Next was the fact that the lights were off. Then it was the weight of a large, calloused hand in yours.

“D-Daddy?” You rasped out, attempting to squeeze his hand. 

Beau’s head whipped up, “Oh, baby…” “Daddy, I-I’m so sorry,” you nearly sobbed out. “Shhh shh baby girl, no, it’s not your fault. It’s never your fault.”

All you could do was nod before you started coughing. 

He was quick to react, getting you a cup of water and offering it for you to take, afraid that if he tried to help he’d send you into a panic.

You take it and sip it carefully before giving it back to him. He grabbed your hand, “I’m so glad you’re okay, sweetheart. I’m so sorry this happened.” You shake your head, “Not your fault… he-he blamed you… but it’s not your fault.”

He smiled gently at you before pushing hair behind your ear and kissing your forehead and you sent him an identical smile. “What matters is that I’m okay… well that I will be okay.” He nodded and kissed your hand, “Yeah, you’re gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

taglist: @valmare @fanboyswhore9 @bradleybeachbabe @cassiemitchell @startrekfangirl2233 @horseshoegirl @nightowlalltheway @86laura11 @kmc1989 @mayhemmanaged

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i can not stress this enough, but whumptober can have some very serious and heavy topics and i want to make sure i am doing my part as an author to prepare my readers for what they are about to experience and that includes not only warnings above but my taglists as well

so if you want to be added check out the masterlist and read that carefully and fill out the form -> whumptober 2023

[choicesficwriterscreations]

CFWC F/AotW - Oct 15 - 21, 2023

✒️= Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨= Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🦄= Bisexuality Awareness Week | 🏳️‍🌈= LGBTQIA 🎃 = Halloween

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

CRIMES OF PASSION

CoP M!MC and F!MC Fanart 🎨- @fairymatchmaker

Follow Your Heart (to New York) ✒️🎨| Trystan Thorne x F!MC - art by @/irdeinfierno (IG) fic: @storyofmychoices

Nope ✒️| Trystan Thorne x MC - @alj4890

Tragedy: The Origin ✒️| Trystan Thorne, Juliana Georgescu, etc. - @starsarewithinme

You're Shining (more than any star) ✒️| Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @reveluving

THE ELEMENTALISTS

Fire & Water (Series) ✒️| Shreya Mistry x M!OC - @korgbelmont Part 4

HIGH SCHOOL STORIES

Milestones ✒️| Adrian Zhou x F!MC - @cadybear420

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Cas Harlow x Gabe Adalhard Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈 by @nukritus

Immortal Desires Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈| m!cas harlow x m!gabe adalhard x nb!mc - @nukritus

Snow in Crimson, Starlight in Gold (Series) | m!cas harlow x m!gabe adalhard x nb!mc - @aria-ashryver Chapter 36: Out With the Old ✒️Ⓜ️🔥🏳️‍🌈🦄

IT LIVES IN THE WOODS

Lucas Thomas Fanart 🎨 by @myautumnrose

NIGHTBOUND

When Hunters Become Prey (Series) ✒️| F!MC x you choose LI - @ladylamrian Chapter 23: The Return

OPEN HEART

PERFECT MATCH

Hayden Young x MC Fanart 🎨 - @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

RIDE OR DIE

Colt Kaneko Fanart 🎨 - @nukritus

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Best Kept Secrets (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️🔥| Liam Rys x F!OC - @ao719 Chapter 17: A Lot of Learning to Do

The Crown & The Shield (Series) ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Constantine x Jackson - @angelasscribbles Chapter 8: Healing

Forevermore (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️| King Marquis (Liam) x MC - @khoicesbyk Chapter 1: The Next Chapter

Midnights Like This (Series) ✒️| Leo Rys x MC - @queenrileyrose Part 11: A Little Closer

Savage Love (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️ | Drake Walker x MC, Liam Rys x MC - @angelasscribbles Chapter 36: Lost and Found

The Stranger ✒️| Drake Walker x MC - @petiteboheme

SLOW BURN

Telekinesis and Telepathy ✒️| Everett Flynt - @asexual-hugger

WAKE THE DEAD

WtD Drabble ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Troy Hassan x MC - @lilyoffandoms

CROSSOVERS

Immortal Desires / It Lives In the Woods

Alternate Birthday ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄 | ID OC x ILITW OC - @aallotarenunelma

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Extended credits for Museum at Tomorrow episode 5

Below the cut are all of the folks who I used (and asked to be credited) for recordings in Museum at Tomorrow episode 5- specifically, the "This is not for You" recordings.

(The list was too long for podcast episode descriptions)

These recordings were mixed into the soundscape of the show, heavily processed- so you may or may not be able to pick out your voice. Each unique recording is preserved as rhythem, timber, and shape within the episode.

Thank you for your work in creating the canvas of this piece.

Kate Bullen

K R Forsyth

Vega Jacobsen

Charlie

Rovi

Grace Gamble 

Wesley Lee Balete

Charlie Sloykowski

JC Hendry

Courtney Brothers

Arabella McDonald

Hanc Finestra

Katie H

Galacticguppy 

Beck Smith

GreenHeronHive

Micheal Vee

Mira Singer

Laurent J.L. Hall

Carley Mothersell

woaaah

cmt

November_Clouds

Elliott Neptune

Enrica Jossi

Ace

Jahan Shah 

Morgan Galagher

Niall LG

  Bates

Caroline Mincks

Daniel Kurtz

AJ Fidalgo

Tani

Shura

Zedek H

Halebop

Malia Northstar

Greg Ruddick

Solstice Hannan

Jessamy Thomison 

Cassie A.

Rachel Spokony

miss mr meow

Arti Richardson

Mattie J.

Geddy Cary-Avery,

 Ophelia Cary-Avery

Sophie Kaplan

X Speaks

Devin

Craux

Cap

Joe R

Ray Goldberg

Mog

The Marble System

Tina Case

Kate Bullen

Marionette

LD

Maddy Searle

Remi P

Meg Taylor

Beth

Evan Tess Murray

Amanda Jones

Amanda Ehrhardt

Nathan Fisentzou-Haji-Leonti

Johanna Andersson

Tess Huth

@faeriebullshit

Olivia Lion

Ange

Bridget M. Mueting

Wil Williams

Katie Utke

aceofgames

Savy Stay

Graham Rowat

Meredith

spaceacebreakface 

Molly Walsh

Belinda Parker

Erin Celovsky

liz

Caden Osojnak

Danniac 

Ray Schrader

Atlas Byrd

AJ. S.

JayseHasNoGrace

Fay Blackmore

Sharon Peterson

Katharina Abschlag 

Izzy

Ace Tayloe

kat B

Siz Hart

moth

Kathryn Cox

G. Honnigford

Pine Gonzalez

sisyphus

Essay

artie eigengrau

Rook Davis

Izzi Mata

grayson

Tamara Jones

Willow

G.F.

Leigh sharpe

Zelda MacFarland

Arkyn Wolf

Elany

Elaine Wiley

Mary Lewis-Phillipps

Claudia Elvidge

Kei Burke

Katie Vargas

Karleen Preator

Alicia Babich

Jonathan Sciance

Étoile

Hayden Laver

Barrett Vann

S Kramer

Maya Hiers-Lairson

judas

Archer Hickerson

Malinda

Nicole Liang

LF Haye

Louis Carroll

Stefanie K.

Autumn Wang 

jayvin

Badger Merriweather

Aiden

Sender Paulson

vexxervee

Rob Weiner

Peril

Lotte Schmidt 

fynn

Lor

Josie D. 

Jaryn Tyson

Common Blue Icarus

resplendeo

Claire Alpern

skelejor

Matt Weiss

M Zemlock

Kay Eileen

Callisto Holmes

Rhys

Noah Quinn

Sarah Elizabeth

Willow Belden

Amanda McCormack

Esrah Del Carlo

sunny

the Hartmans

Lee Ann Eden

Bob Proctor

Clueless

deda eliensis

Ohallo

Tara Schile

Marzi 

Flameheart Dryad

Sarah Lambrix 

JB Segal 

Ellis C

Ash

Autumn

Jaime Tamar

Haze Peers

Moose

Erin Bevan

Luci Tomich

Bryn

Michael W.

Kim Fukawa

Amy Strieter

Petra Hall

Mal

Charlie Rayshich

Susan Weiner

Everett Blackthorne

Vergess

Tor

ArionWind

M. Alti

N. B. Green

Aiden Nicholson

Jacky Rubou

Nura Lawrence

Gwen Clancy

Ollie M.

Caroline

Duo

Iris

ML Beck

Ray Makowski

Eljay Rich

MV8

Michelle Pigott

Rachel Pfennigwerth

Janika

Jamie Gump

Mason J Miller

Ella Watts

Cole

Mady Oswald

Valerie "ShinyHappyGoth" Kaplan

Anne Baird

Emily Ricotta

el-draco-bizarro

Ansel Burch

Nathan Sowell

LM Heß

Cy

Richard Peers

[onsunnyside]

HI SONNY!!! im back🤭 may i present to you again...

spicy videos: cl and hcv edition (part 1 because its a lot)

1. cl steve? or hcv curtis? punishing his omega WITH CHAINS?!?!?!?!

2. cl r getting a call from hayden while giving steve a bj so of course steve being steve, he forced her to answer it

3. cl steve after he tamed r to a complete submission

4. hcv curtis teaching his omega how to pleasure herself with his thigh

5. SIZE KINK!!!! hcv curtis teaching r how to ride him without his help unfortunately

6. HCV CURTIS!!!!!!

7. hcv curtis f*ucking r on her pink ruffle/fuzzy bed

also i fucking hope that hcv means howard college verse because if its not......... im going to be embarrassed

-gg

here we go: many dark drabbles below (HC Verse (yes it is HCV bestie), sick of sugarcoatin', captain's legacy) these can also be considered spoilers bc some will be in the fics !!

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dark alpha!fratboy!Steve Rogers x omega!reader, dark alpha!fratboy!Curtis Everett x innocent omega!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | dark, manipulation, non-con/dub-con, SMUT - minors DNI, dirty talk, blasphemy (I'm serious, this goes off the rails at #1), misuse of a rosary, spanking, oral (m), a smidge of boot riding, daddy kink, degradation, dumbification, dacryphilia, filming sex, grinding, thigh riding, exhibitionism - public sex-eqsue (library), virginity kink/ruined kink, petting, spit kink, size kink, unprotected sex (p in v)

𝗪/𝗖 | 1860

if you don't like it, don't read.

1. Sick of Sugarcoatin’!Curtis and your rosary: omg, let's just go full 'i need jesus' bc curtis... doing this... with your rosary 😳 and he makes fun of you too

"What do you think your parents will say if they saw you now?”

You yank against the silk ties around your wrists, tears seeping into the frilly pillow under your face, "Curtis—don't—"

“Hush now, I'm going to bless you." He chuckles darkly, "In the name of the Father, and of the Son," the beads trail down your skin, over your ass and down your thighs, barely slipping between your thighs.

"This isn't—you said we were going to study!" You wiggle, trapped between wanting more and hoping your parents would come home early. Curtis wasn't allowed in your house unless they were home, but he guaranteed you were only going to study, nothing more.

A burning sensation blooms on your ass, the beads sending streams of warmth over your flesh as Curtis continues the motion, swatting you with your precious rosary. "Can I finish now?" He yanks your hair back, forcing your neck to stretch awkwardly.

His firm body envelops yours, his beard scratching your tear-stained cheeks, "Aw, poor cherry, why are you crying? It feels too good?"

"N-No, you're being mean again... You lied."

Curtis scoffs softly, fisting the rosary in his hand and prying your thighs apart with his knees, "I didn't lie. I never said what subject we'd be studying, do you want to guess, omega?"

"Want these off." You uselessly tug at the restraints.

Curtis tsks, "I can't let you go until you learn how to behave and let me bless your pretty body." He drops your face back into the pillow but turns you to the side so he can kiss your lips. His blue eyes are dark and shadowed, "Welcome to Bible study, cherry."

2. Captain’s Legacy!reader answering a call:

He films you on the call too. With the bright light on your face and his smell taking over your mind, you'd do whatever he told you to.

"Yeah—uh, maybe?" You manage with his balls in your mouth, you suckle on his sack. Your eyes roll back as he massages your head, pulling you closer to his throbbing cock.

"Spit on it." He rasps lowly.

Your salvia lands the angry red tip, dribbling down the thick girth and where your fingers barely meet around him. You try to listen to Hayden, but with Steve slipping his foot between your thighs, there isn't much room in your head for thought.

"C'mon, grind that little cunt on me." He pushes down your shoulders, forcing your centre to press against the shiny leather of his boot. His spit lands on your cheek before he grips your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes, "Are you going dumb already, baby? Don't you want to be daddy's good girl?"

"Who is that?" Hayden asks over the line.

You can't answer him, too busy stuffing your mouth full of Steve's cock, whining around his length, and rubbing your cunt against his boot.

"Smile for the camera, omega." Steve points the lens at you, getting the perfect view of you tearing up as the leather of his shoe gets soaked with your slick, and his cock reaches the back of your throat, muffling your moans.

"That's it, daddy's pretty little whore." He snatches the cellphone from your hand, bringing it to his head, "Hey, Hayden, let me know if you'd like a copy of our little film—I'm sure that legacy wouldn't mind."

3. Captain’s Legacy!Steve taming you: Set in the future,

He comes back to the fraternity house to see you lying in his bed, nude, and doing homework, there isn't much he does without you, but days like this come and go.

"You missed me, omega?" His only reply is your happy chirps as you nuzzle his chest, burying your nose in his sweater.

You've been alone for a few hours, but it nearly felt like days because you're desperate for him to always be close. When he taps your bum, you let him pick you up and fall back onto the bed.

His head sinks into the plush blankets and pillows of your nest, "Did you eat yet, baby?"

You nod, bringing one of his hands to your mouth, kissing his fingers to his wrist, digging your nose into the skin to get more of his scent. With slow grinding motions, your bare cunt rubs against the fabric of his pants, your wetness already staining the material.

He growls, clenching one of his fists behind his head. Fond memories of the beginning of your relationship go through his mind, when you wouldn't let him touch you, when you called him an asshole—what a time that was. And now look at you, sucking on his fingers while your folds grind against his clothed cock, "Go on, take me out. Are you going to be daddy's fleshlight tonight?"

4. Sick of Sugarcoatin’!Curtis teaching you how to ride his thigh:

"Slowly, that's it. Good girl, just rub your little clit on me, just like that."

You clutch his shirt in your fists, biting down on your tongue to keep from being too loud. You can't help but think about someone walking around the corner and catching you—but why did that make you more desperate?

This part of the library is empty all day, and especially with the beautiful weather, most people are studying outside and soaking up the sun. Unlike you and Curtis, with his shorts rolled up and your summer dress bunched around your waist, hidden deep in the college library with lewd noises filling the surrounding air.

"Hold on," he reaches down, peeking at your soppy pussy before spreading your folds with his fingers, he presses you down by your hips again. "Continue, is that better?"

You gasp wetly, eagerly nodding as your clit rubs against his warm skin. Your motions speed up, those little twitches growing into erratic jerks, "Ah, I—oh!"

"That's it, cum all over daddy's thigh, show me how messy you are." He helps you, bouncing his leg in time with your grinds, pushing those pathetic whimpers from your throat. He chuckles, "Feels good, cherry?"

"Mhm." You nod, in a daze.

"I know this virgin cunt hasn't done this before, can feel you dripping down my thigh. Are you going to mark me, cherry? Cover me in your cream so you can lick it off after I cum on your pretty face?"

5. Sick of Sugarcoatin’!Curtis and size kink:

His fingers rub your cheeks, wiping away those tears.

"I like when you—do it..." You trail off.

"When I fuck you," Curtis corrects, his cock lying hard against his lower stomach, "When I make love to you, cherry."

"Yeah, want you to do it, please."

"How else are you going to learn if you don't try to take me yourself?"

You gnaw on your lip, hesitatingly looking down at his fat length, red and hot, "You're too b-big... I can't..."

He cups your cheek with one hand, pulling your hips closer with the other. Your bare pussy barely touches his cock, but it's enough for you to nearly jump out of his lap, and he calms you with slow rubs on your gland. "You can, cherry, I know you can. Don't you want to feel good? And make me feel good too? After everything I've done for you, this is how you're going to act?"

You frown, gasping as the thick head prods at your hole, "What?"

"I don't know," His brows furrow, "It sounds selfish to me. Like you just want to use me."

"No! I'd never!"

"Then, show me." He cocks his head, reaching between your thighs to slip the leaky tip along your slit, "Ride me, cherry, show me how much I mean to you."

6. Sick of Sugarcoatin’!Curtis: "I told you that you'd like it."

"You don't have to watch this time."

Instantly, your head falls back against the couch, your grip tightens on your feet as your thighs tremble, the quiver is soothed by Curtis' other hand that caresses your knee, tugging at your socks.

"Tickles a little, huh?" He asks, his skilled fingers softly rubbing your cunt over your cotton panties. "I'm being very gentle, cherry, I wouldn't want to overwhelm you."

Your reply is a little nod as your eyes flutter open, meeting his in a heated gaze, but yours are too unfocused with the new feeling taking over your body with every swipe of his fingers.

"I told you that you'd like it, and you tried to push me away." He tsks, angling his head to look between your legs and groaning at the wetness seeping through your underwear. He spreads your folds over the fabric before seeking your button, "See what happens when you just let me do the thinking, baby? Omegas like you should never worry your head, just let daddy decide everything for you."

7. Sick of Sugarcoatin’!Curtis fucking you:

His lips are warm against yours, his tongue massaging yours as he swallows each of your moans.

You feel a slight tugging at your hole and dig your nails into his shoulders, caught between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

"Feel my knot, baby?" He groans against your mouth before pulling away, a string of saliva between your lips before he spits where you meet. His hips unrelenting, fucking little uh's out of you. "Fuck, look at that little fuckhole—fucking split open on my cock."

Your head bobs with each of his thrusts, your hands falling to the mattress to fist your sheets. "Daddy, daddy, daddy," You weep, drool escaping the corner of your lips, "s-so good, love it—love you—"

"I know, cherry, daddy knows." His gaze lifts from your puffy folds to your face, he groans at your dazed expression, "I love you too, baby, so much."

His skin slaps against yours, filling your room with filthy noises as your wetness coats his cock, creamy strings connecting his base to your hole. He teases you with his knot, barely fucking into you before pulling out until just the thick tip.

"You want my cum, cherry? Want me to pump you full, and fill this little cunt until you can't take anymore? Maybe I'll knock you up, huh?" He entwines your hands and presses down on your lower stomach, his muscles flexing under his tatted skin as your juices leak onto the bed.

Your mewls grow in volume before he tears your underwear from your knees, he covers you, panting heavily as he sinks deep. "If you don't shut up, you'll get us caught. You want your parents to wake up and find their daughter getting railed like a whore?"

You shake your head, gasping for air as he fills you to the brim.

"You know what to do."

You surge up and latch onto the ring hanging from the chain around his neck, keeping it locked between your teeth with your lips shut.

"Good girl, keep your purity ring safe while I cream your little pussy, yeah?"

[intomusings]

﹒﹒   male   names   masterlist     !

in honor of my third milestone on here ( thank you sm ) , i’ve decided to release a master list of 400+male names i personally love and think could be used more in the community . this was also requested by a few anons and names will be added to the list frequently . the names are sorted by first letter but not alphabetically within each letter category . if you found this useful , feel free to like or reblog to spread this !

A : alston, ander, adamo, alex, austen, ace, arian, adrian, atlas, augustus, axel, archer, angel, archie, aaron, abel, asher, amir, adriel, andrew, ace, alejandro, arlo, adonis, atticus, abram, ambrose. 

B : bryce, bryson, benji, bellamy, banks, bear, beau, bentley, barrett, brody, brayden, bennett, braxton, bowen, briggs, baker, bruce, benson, bristol, boston, brycen, bryant, brock, brendan, bruno, byron, braden, bronson, braeson.

C : colton, cartier, cyrus, caleb, carter, cedric, carson, cohen, calvin, callum, casper, caspius, chase, cole, connor, camden, colt, caden, cash, crew, chance, clayton, cruz, cairo, corbin, colson, cesar, clark. 

D : damon, damien, darren, dylan, dominic, declan, dean, dario, drew, dimitri, dakota, dawson, daxton, dante, desmond, denver, dax, deacon, drake, derrick, darius, duke, deandre, dash, dilan, dayton, duncan, dior. 

E : eduardo, edward, elias, emilien, evan, easton, everett, emmett, enzo, ezra, elliot, emmanuel, ezekial, elias, emerson, eric, emory, edwin, elian, esteban, edison, emir, everest, eliseo, everley.

F : florencio, flynn, fabio, forester, francis, flynn, fallon, finn, finnick, felix, fernando, finnegan, fabian, ford, forbes, fletcher, fisher, fox, fitz, flint, fulton. 

G : giovanni, gage, gomez, grayson, griffin, grant, graham, gavin, grant, gianni, gunner, gideon, gregory, grey, gustavo, guillermo, gentry, gadiel, gabriel. 

H : halton, herman, holden, hayes, hudson, hayden, harrison, harlow, harvey, hugo, hank, henley, holland, hamza, hugh, houston, hakeem. 

I : isaac, icarius, idris, ian, ivan, isaiah, ismael, ilan, irvin, iain. 

J : julian, juniper, joao, joaquim, jordan, jaxton, joshua, josiah, javier, jayden, justin, jonah, jace, jasper, jay, jj, jackson, jeremiah, judah, joel, jensen, jaylen, jonas, jamal. 

K : kai, kolton, kaleb, klaus, kyrie, kingston, kayden, king, kobe, knox, kyler, kaden, khalil, kane, killian, keegan, kian, kamden, kieran, keanu, kyland, kareem, kasen, 

L : liam, lukas, logan, lucien, lawrence, leo, leighton, leon, lindell, lamar, latrell, larson, lance, levi, luke, landon, luca, lincoln, landon, lorenzo, london, lennox, leonel, lawson, luciano, layton, lux, leroy, lamar. 

M : micaiah, mateo, marcell, manny, mac, malcolm, mckay, meechie, matias, mason, maverick, mitch, murphy, miles, malachi, maddox, marshall, malik, moses, marvin, milo. 

N : noah, nicolai, nasir, nico, nash, neymar, naveen, nehemiah, nixon, nelson, nigel, niles, nolyn, namir. 

O : orlando, ozzy, oliver, omar, orion, otto, odin, otis, oskar, osvaldo, owen. 

P : peyton, parker, pearce, prince, preston, porter, pierre, penn, patton, paxton, paolo, pope, percy. 

Q : quentin, quinn, quint, quang. 

R : roman, rowan, reid, riggs, reece, rafael, ryland, roland, ronan, rhett, rhys, rory, rainer, roscoe, rocco, ryder, ryker, remington, russell, romeo, raiden, ruben, ridge, rex, rudy, remy. 

S : sawyer, spencer, salem, salvatore, stefan, samson, sebastian, samuel, santiago, silas, sutton, sterling, sully, sergio, seth, santino, santibel, soren, saint, samir, saul, sal, santos, slater, santino. 

T : tyson, tyrin, taylor, teagan, tobias, troye, tristan, tucker, theo, torrento, tanner, travis, tripp, trenton, trey, tomas, talon, thad, terrance, teddy. 

U : uriel, ulysesses, umar, urbane, uri, ursel, usher. 

V : valencio, victor, valence, valentino, vance, victor, vaughn, vincent, virgil, vernon, vander, vito, vero, villard. 

W : wick, walker, weston, wyatt, wolfgang, wells, wilder, wesley, walter, warren, wade, winston, watson, wiley, waylen. 

X : xavier, xander, xane, xavion, xavi, xiomar, xackery, xan. 

Y : yosef, yosan, york, yasir, yoel, yuri, yannis.

Z : zane, zakhar, zavier, zion, zahir, zev, zeus, zacharias.

[littleredlie]

Intervention (S1P4)

Series Masterlist | Master Masterlist

Chicago Med x doctor!OC Morgan Fitzgerald is a doctor at Chicago Medical and she returns back after a two week break. However, we learn that she didn’t spend her entire break off and instead focused on her sister’s murder.  Based off S1E11 of Chicago Med

2.3k+ Words (Short chapter)

Featuring: Morgan Fitzgerald, Hayden Everett (mentioned), Will Halstead, Maggie Lockwood, Connor Rhodes, Kevin Atwater, Adam Ruzek, Jay Halstead (mentioned), Sarah Reese Warning:  mentions of rape and murder, idk what else ??? A/N: Yikes, I started writing this chapter and ended up writing the next chapter so I had to write the end of this one and the beginning of part 5. This part was hard to write because the episode didn’t have much action to put Morgan in and so I made it a kind of Morgan-centric episode. It’s very shot, I had no idea what I was doing. Part 5 is better and I’ve already started part six. Sorry in advance. And we will never talk about this chapter again.

Part Three

“Hey Morgan, welcome back.”

“Hey Mags, how’re you?” Morgan tosses her stethoscope around her neck and picks up a few papers sitting on the desk.

“Nope, nada. I wanna hear how your vacation went. You’re gone for two weeks and not a single person hears from you. You do not deserve to hear about any work drama until you spill.”

“I think you are being overdramatic. And not that you need to know, but Connor heard from me,” Morgan shrugs, not daring to look at the nurse. Maggie had an eyebrow raised and was giving her a look; it was similar to the one she did during Jay and the doctor’s interaction.

“You two really have history don’t you?”

“Yeah, we’ve known each other for almost 15 years. He knew my sister first, but he and I were just closer.” At the mention of her sister, Maggie sends her friend a soft but the latter still isn’t looking. “And we made this ridiculous promise while we were drunk about how we were always gonna be there for each other, and yet, neither of us have broken that promise.” Morgan is quiet for a second as she thinks about the time she and Connor had as friends, but then she moves on. Like she always does when it comes to her personal life. She never lingers on it long enough for people to try and figure her out. “My vacation though was very quiet. Hayden and I drove up to a resort  up north and rented a cabin. We skied, went to spas, ate luxurious food. She had to leave for an assignment early so I just relaxed and did a little research too.”

“So you went all the way to a resort just to work, eventually.”

“The work’s never done Maggie,” with that Morgan leaves with a smile, heading to   the first patient of her day. Maggie just watches her receding back.

Before Morgan can make it into her assigned examination room, someone walks up to her, placing a gentle hand on her lower back.

“Hey Fitz,” Connor says, a small smile on his face.

“Fitz? No one’s called me that since med school,” she chuckles fully stopping to look at him. “What can I do for you?”

“I just wanted to welcome you back. You look good.”

“Yeah, I guess time off was vital. But I have to know,” she pauses, the anticipation building and Connor waiting. “Does everyone know about Olivia? I’d suspect everyone would come to you for some clarification.”

Connor pauses, contemplating whether or not to spew out a white lie. It was true a few people came and prodded for the truth. And he briefly heard whispered conversations among colleagues before they would stop when he got near, but he knew what the topic was. Connor also knew how private Morgan was. She always had been, and after Olivia’s death she just became more closed off. But she also didn’t like being lied to. “Yeah, people know. I’ve tried to handle it, but it has its own life.”

“I guess it’s okay. I just…. I don’t know.” She shrugs and Connor rests his hands on her upper arms.

“Will you be okay?” His voice is sincere and Morgan wants to hug him, but maybe not right now.

“I will be,” at that Connor is about to pull away but Morgan stops him. “Hey, I wanted to apologize for being a bitch before I left. You know how my family gets me.”

“I understand. I do. And I’ll always give you the space you need.”

“Yeah, I know. But I probably shouldn’t push away my best friend. I need you, especially now.”

Connor pulls Morgan into a quick hug and is going to say something but a commotion arises from the ambulance bay.

“Dr. Rhodes, can you get this, please?” The two doctors pull apart and turn to the pleading charge nurse. “We’re slammed.” 

“I’m on it!” He answers back and throws a ‘talk later’ look to Morgan over his shoulder.

She nods back to him and finally turns her direction to her primary goal. With notes open about the patient on the tablet and a smile on her face, Dr. Fitzgerald returns to work.

          ❦

Three hours later, Morgan is on a roll. Treating patients as quickly and efficiently as she could. She had seen her usual coworkers, except Will. She may or may not have been avoiding him. And it was about to get easier, because after her lunch break she was heading up the OBGYN. She loved emergency medicine, but always felt that there weren’t enough available people in the emergency room that specialized in the field. Just like Connor was pursuing cardiothoracic surgery and Natalie was focused on emergency pediatrics, Morgan focused on obstetric and gynecology emergencies. It interested her just as much as emergency medicine did and after losing a pregnant patient when she first got her match, the choice came easy to her.

“Dr. Fitzgerald.” Maggie calls, pulling the doctor in her direction.

“Yes ma’am. What can I do for you?” Morgan leans her body on the desk as the ensuing chaos of the emergency room flutters around them.

“I just need a signature here for your last patient’s discharge papers.” 

“No problem.” Morgan pulls out a pen from her pocket and signs the paperwork. During this, Will siddles up to her. Maggie notices first and wants to usher him away, since she (along with everyone) noticed that Morgan was ignoring him, but the redhead ignored the nurse’s glares and he turned to Morgan, who still hadn't noticed that he was there.

“Morgan.”

Morgan’s plump lips fold into a thin line as a breath catches in her throat, she was avoiding this. Slowly placing the pen back into her jacket, she finally lays her eyes on him. “Dr. Halstead.”

“It’s good to see you back.” He starts, trying to catch her eyes which were fluttering around the hospital floor, evading. “I was hoping we co–” a ringtone interrupts his words and Morgan notices it’s coming from her. She breathes out a sigh of relief when she pulls it out. It may have been petty, but she wanted to stay angry at him a little longer. 

“Sorry, I have to take this.” Without a response, she answers the phone without looking at who it is, and walks away. “Hey, are you here?” She asked.

“Yeah, we’re in the parking garage, top floor.” His answer beckons her to start walking to the hospital employee parking lot.

“We?” Morgan questioned. 

“Yeah, Adam’s here.”

“Kevin!” She screeches, annoyance bubbling inside her. There was a reason she didn’t ask for Adam’s help.

���He’s my partner Morg, I couldn’t blow him off.” Kevin answers back and she pushes out an agitated sigh.

“Ugh, whatever. I’ll be up there in a few.” Morgan hands up and stuffs her cellphone back into her lab coat pocket.

The weather isn’t bad when Morgan hikes herself up to the top of the parking garage.  She can see the two policemen leisurely enjoying a cup of coffee.  She’d met Kevin years ago through his younger brother Jordan. The younger kid ended up in the hospital and Morgan was the one to treat him. They got to talking, found out they had some things in common, and it was one of the closest connections she made when she first moved out here and after Olivia’s death. Dating wasn’t an option between them, the way the two cared for each other was something close to two siblings and again, the fact that she dated Jay wasn’t helping. She didn’t want to dip her toe into the police dating pool again.

Morgan knew Adam through Kevin and Jay. And she made the mistake of introducing Adam to her roommate. Those two were quite the pair. Hayden used him as an inside source when it came to her articles and he used her to do things that he as a police officer legally couldn’t do (Morgan wasn’t necessarily supposed to know that though). Together, they made an agreement to warm each other’s bed when it was needed. Morgan of course thought it was stupid as Adam was a mess when it came to his love life, Hayden reassured that it was no strings attached and they were practically best friends when they weren’t sleeping together. 

Other than that, Morgan and Adam didn’t have a bad relationship, she didn’t want to ask him this favor because she knew he’d tell Hayden. And Morgan doesn’t want her roommate on her back.

“Hey boys,” Morgan called out to them, her body leaning through the open passenger window. She gives a strained smile to Adam and he gives her one back, knowing why she didn’t ask him to do the favor. Without saying anything, Kevin passes the folder she asked for.

It was surprisingly thinner than what she expected it to be. This killer has been on the loose for a while and she’d hoped that the police would listen to her anonymous tips that tried to tie together all his crimes. But the evidence showed that they didn’t.

“This is all they have Kev?” Morgan flips through the pages, disappointment written on her face. 

“Yeah.  I tried digging up some more, but that’s all that was available.”

“God, cops are so fucking useless.” She huffs out, completely missing the offended faces on the two detectives. “I have more in my own files than this. I tried taking it in, but I keep getting shut down.”

“Morgan, you can’t do this by yourself.” Adam finally speaks up, placing a hand on her wrist. She pulls her eyes away from the paperwork to him. 

“But it seems like no one else wants to do the work. Olivia’s case has gone cold and I feel like the longer that it goes unsolved, the harder it will be to get justice.” Olivia’s throat aches as a sob threatens to creep out. There are tears brimming in her eyes and she turns her body away from the two men.

“I understand that, doc. But, you already have to worry about your patients and yourself.” Adam starts, glancing at Kevin, trying to get his partner to say something. The black man is unsure what to say, he’d recently learned about Morgan’s sister when she first asked him to acquire the files. 

“Why don’t we take a look into it?” Kevin says and Adam wants to hit him upside the head. Adam had promised Hayden that he would help Morgan move on, which meant getting Olivia’s investigation out of her mind. If he and Kevin pursued this case, Morgan would never let it rest.

“Would you really do that?” Morgan almost throws herself into the car, hope filling in her chest. “You’d do actual investigating?” Kevin hesitates when he meets eye contact with Adam,  but the look on Morgan’s face destroys him.

“Yeah, I’ll try to do some work in between my regular caseload.” There’s a soft smile on Kevin’s face while Adam sighs out then turns his head to look at the giddy doctor.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me Kevin. You too, Adam.” Before the second man could say anything, Morgan’s phone goes off indicating the arrival for one of her pregnant patients. “Looks like I have to go. Why don’t you come over tonight and I’ll give you everything that I have.” She smiles at both of them. “And Adam, please don’t tell Hayden or Jay.”

“Jay?” Adam questions. He understood why she didn’t want him to tell Hayden, but Jay?

“Yeah, Jay. The two of us are in a really good spot right now and I don’t want to jeopardize that anymore that it already has been.” Adam nods, understanding. “I’ll see you guys later.” With that, Morgan makes her way back into the hospital.

          ❦

Between patients Morgan finds herself peeking into the folder that Kevin gave her. One name stands: Isaac Elway. Apparently, his sister was a victim to the same killer that ended Olivia’s life. Details of the horrific crime, along with her sisters, were displayed in the paperwork. Morgan’s read the information about Olivia’s case numerous times before, but it still breaks her heart and it constantly keeps her up at night.

When she has no more patients, she pulls out a card with number on it. It’s Elway’s. She dials the number, her fingernail being demolished by the teeth in her mouth. She didn’t know why she was so nervous, she’d been searching for answers for years. This was the first time she had heard of Elway and she had to know what he knew. Why was phone number in the file? Was he that important.

The phone rings and anxiety rises in Morgan’s throat. Eventually she had to get answers, that’s why she had Kevin looking into more details. No one answers the other line, just the automated voicemail message and a beep. Morgan quickly debates in her head whether or not to leave a message,  but ultimately she does.

“Hi, Mr. Elway this Dr. Morgan Fitzgerald at Gaffney Chicago Medical Center.  I am calling in regards to Sabrina Elway’s case file and it’s relation to another case. This isn’t a topic would like to discuss over the phone so I’d appreciate it if you would give me a call back. Thank you.” She hangs up the call and shoves the phone back into the pocket of her scrubs. 

“Dr. Fitzgerald, I need an OB consult on a patient?” Dr. Reese pokes her head through the door, oblivious to the emotions ripping the attending.

“Yeah, give me a moment.  I’ll be there.” The intern nods her head and retreats back towards the nurse’s central desk.

Morgan watches Sarah leave and then her eyes graze over the presence of her fellow doctors and the patients inhabiting the emergency room. She needed to accept that she will get her answers soon and that she could not speed the process of the world. She couldn’t afford getting distracted or she’d put herself and her patients in danger. She leaves the doctor’s lounge and heads back to her job, finally relinquishing control of her sister’s case.

Part Five

[transnames]

Some two-syllable neutral names

(One-syllable names)

You can also combine initials, e.g. AJ, although this does not work for all initials and it can be gendered masculine.

A: Aaren, Abbott, Adair, Addi, Adren, Aerie, Afon, Aiden, Aiken, Ainsley, Alder, Alex, Ali, Alix, Alpha, Altair, Alto, Alton, Alva, Amal, Amore, Andy, Angel, Angie, Anise, Arbor, Ari, Ariel, Arlen, Arley, Arrow, Arya, Asa, Asher, Ashlen, Ashley, Ashton, Aspen, Aster, Aston, Aubrey, Auburn, Auden, August, Aura, Austin, Avery, Avis, Aviv, Avon, Aya, Ayan, Aza, Aze, Azure

B: Bailey, Baldwin, Banner, Barrett, Basil, Bauer, Baylor, Benson, Bentley, Berkley, Berry, Beryl, Billie, Birdie, Blakely, Bobbie, Booker, Bradley, Brady, Brayden, Brennan, Brewer, Briar, Brighton, Brinsley, Bronte, Brooklyn, Bryant

C: Cadence, Caelum, Calder, Camden, Cameron, Camille, Campbell, Canyon, Carey, Carlyle, Carmen, Carol, Carter, Cartwright, Carson, Casey, Cedar, Chandler, Chandra, Channing, Charlie, Charlton, Chatham, Cheyenne, Citron, Clancy, Claudie, Clover, Cobalt, Coby, Cohen, Coleson, Collins, Colver, Comet, Condor, Connell, Connie, Cooper, Coral, Corbin, Corin, Corey, Corley, Cortney, Cricket, Cyan, Cypress, Cyrille

D: Dallas, Dana, Dani, Darby, Darcy, Darrell, Darren, Denver, Devon, Diamond, Diaz, Dillon, Douglas, Dustin, Dusty, Dylan

E: Eagle, Early, Easton, Ebon, Echo, Eddie, Eden, Efe, Eiffel, Eissa, Elli, Ellis, Ellwood, Ember, Emer, Emerald, Emlyn, Emmett, Emry, Emryn, Enfys, Ennis, Eren, Errel, Essence, Esme, Evan, Ever, Everett, Eyrie, Ezra

F: Fable, Falco, Falcon, Fallon, Farah, Fargo, Farley, Farrell, Faulkner, Feldspar, Fennel, Fifer, Finley, Finney, Fiore, Fischer, Fletcher, Floren, Florence, Forest, Francis, Frankie, Freedom, Friday, Fulton

G: Gabi, Galen, Galway, Gannet, Garden, Gardner, Garey, Garland, Garnet, Gavi, Germaine, Gerry, Glenwood, Golden, Grady, Granite, Guthrie

H: Hadley, Halcyon, Hallow, Halo, Happy, Harbor, Harley, Harlow, Harper, Hartley, Haven, Hawking, Hayden, Henley, Heron, Hollis, Honor, Hopper, Hudson, Hunter

I: Iman, Imory, Indi, Innis, Io, Ira, Isa, Isha, Islet, Iver, Ivor, Ivory, Ivy, Izzy

J: Jacinth, Jackie, Jaden, Jael, Jalen, Jamie, Janis, Jarrah, Jarrell, Jasper, Jensen, Jessie, Joey, Jody, Jonquil, Jordan, Journey, July, Juneau, Junior, Juno, Justice

K: Kali, Kameron, Karey, Karson, Kasey, Kato, Keaton, Keegan, Keelan, Keenan, Kelby, Kellan, Keller, Kelly, Kelsey, Kendall, Kenyon, Kenzie, Kerry, Kestrel, Kevyn, Kieran, Kingsley, Kirby, Klaudie, Koby, Kody, Korbin, Korin, Korey, Krishna, Kyler

L: Laker, Lakyle, Lander, Landry, Laney, Langley, Larkin, Larkspur, Lashawn, Laurel, Laurence, Leighton, Lennox, Leopard, Leslie, Lethe, Lexie, Lexis, Linden, Lindsay, Lindy, Linnet, Logan, London, Loren, Luca, Lucky, Lyric

M: Maddox, Magic, Major, Malloy, Manu, Marley, Marlow, Martell, Marty, Mattie, Maury, Maurice, Maxie, Maxwell, Meadow, Mercer, Merlyn, Merritt, Merry, Micah, Mika, Miller, Misha, Monday, Morgan, Murphy, Murray, Myers

N: Narcisse, Nasim, Navdeep, Navy, Neal, Neptune, Neo, Nicky, Nico, Nika, Nike, Nimbus, Noam, Noel, Nori, Norris, Nouvel, Nova

O: Oakley, Oberon, Ocean, Odell, Ollie, Olive, Onyx, Opal, Ori, Oriole, Orion, Orrin, Osborne, Owen, Ozzie

P: Paisley, Paris, Parker, Pasco, Patience, Patrice, Paxton, Penrose, Pepper, Peregrine, Perrin, Perry, Peyton, Phelan, Phoenix, Piper, Placid, Porter, Prairie, Presley, Prosper

Q: Qaisar, Quarry, Quasar, Quetzal, Quila, Quincy, Quentin, Quillan

R: Raleigh, Rainbow, Rainer, Randy, Raven, Redmond, Regal, Regan, Reggie, Reynold, Rhythm, Ricki, Ridley, Riley, Rio, Rishi, River, Robbie, Robin, Ronnie, Rory, Roscoe, Rowan, Royal, Rudy, Ryder, Ryen, Rylen

S: Sabah, Sadler, Saffron, Salem, Samar, Sandy, Satchel, Saturn, Sasha, Sawyer, Saylor, Season, Selby, Seren, Seven, Sevy, Shale, Shannon, Shelby, Shelly, Shiloh, Sidney, Silver, Sinclair, Skylar, Skylark, Skyler, Snowdrop, Snowy, Soren, Sorrel, Sparrow, Spencer, Spirit, Springer, Stanley, Starling, Sterling, Summer, Sunday, Sunny, Sunshine, Sunset, Sutton

T: Taffy, Tali, Talon, Tanner, Tarian, Taylor, Teagan, Teddy, Tempest, Temple, Terry, Thursday, Tibby, Tiernan, Tiger, Timber, Tobin, Toby, Topaz, Torrey, Tracy, Trenton, Tristen, Tucker, Turner, Tuesday, Tully, Tyler, Tyson

U: Ulfie, Ulli, Ulri, Ulysse, Umber, Umbra, Upton, Urban, Uri, Ursa, Usher, Uta

V: Valen, Vega, Verdi, Vernon, Verrill, Vesper, Vivi, Vivien, Volta, Voltaire

W: Walker, Wallace, Waylan, Webster, Wednesday, Weston, Whimsy, Whitley, Whitney, Wilder, Willow, Wilson, Windsor, Windy, Winslow, Winter, Wisdom, Wolfram, Woody, Wylie

X: Xander, Xavie

Y: Yael, Yaven, Yannick, Yarrow, Yven

Z: Zailey, Zaki, Zander, Zandy, Zavi, Zelig, Zeno, Zephyr, Zero, Zevi, Zion,  Zohar, Zola, Zorey, Zuri

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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 28

Summary:  Cozette Selene Everett is welcomed to the world

Pairings:  Hayden Everett X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, daddy kink, breeding kink (?), labor, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.1K

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“And when you get here I am going to hold you all the time.  You’ve got those pretty lips like your mama, but where did those cheeks come from?  And…and Doodle, well, he’s going to follow you around.  He already follows your mom around so much more since you’ve been swimming in there.  And…and your Nini can’t stop crying whenever she talks about you, and Poppy said he’s going to hold you and all his grand babies, and…and…Cozy!  Cozy baby,” Hayden presses his mouth more on your stomach.  Talking on it like a child would talk through a closed window.

“Cozy baby, are you awake?  Kick my face!” Blowing raspberries on your stomach you start giggling.  Running your fingers through his hair, you wonder how you ever got to be so lucky to be married to this handsome dork.  “Doll, make my baby kick me.  Ah!  Look!  There her is.  That’s my baby,” his pretty eyes pout up at you.  “I want her to hurry up.  You’re past the due date.  It’s…oh!  My!  God!  Doll face, do you know what tomorrow is?  Like in two hours, tomorrow?”

“What day is it tomorrow, Haydes?”

“The Fourth of July.  Cozy!  You come out of there right now.  I want an all American baby!  Wait.  Google how to put you into labor.  Hold please, my beautiful baby Doll,” giving your belly a hard smooching kiss he sits up, looking through his phone.  

His smile gets real big, and then he lowers his gaze at you, “No.”

“Doll, it says it.  It says it right here that coming on the big fat cock of Hayden Everett is what makes you go into labor.”

“No, it does not!”

“Okay,” he rolls his eyes, lifting you from your sitting position, “It doesn’t say that, but it does say that sex works.  So, get on your knees, I’ll put a pillow under you, and let me fuck you into labor.  Come on.  Let’s go, get into position.”

You shake your head laughing uncontrollably, and hold your belly with both hands, “Why would you want to have sex with this?”

“Why would I…what?  Doll, you take that back right now!  That belly is housing our fishie!”

“Why are you calling her a fish?”

“Fine, our mermaid is swimming in that tank.  No!  Our crabby patty!  She is going to be a cancer crab.  Now, I love you.  You.  Not your body, but you.  And if I have to sacrifice a bit of jizz to help our daughter come out of there, I’ll do what I have to do.  Plus, I really think you’ll enjoy it.  So if you could please just let me take you on a bumpy ride, and have some fun, that would be great.  I want you, and I want our daughter out of there, so this is a win win situation in my book.”

You hold out your hands, “I’m not riding you.”

“I was going to hit it from behind.  It said to give it to you nice and hard.  Is this even remotely turning you on?” Hayden slides a pillow under your belly, and starts pulling down your panties, cocking up his eyebrow, “Doll Everett, you slut!”

“What?” You start giggling, but that changes as he runs his hand through your slit.  “Did that answer your question, daddy?”

“You gonna keep calling me that?”

“Mhmm, whatever you want.”

“Fuck, you like that, huh?  Got you rocking back into my hand.  You want daddy to fuck you?  Instead of fucking a baby in you, I gotta fuck a baby out of you,” whimpering his name, he positions himself behind you.  Letting his tip slide up and down your entrance.  “Got your lips all swollen.”

“Haydes, just put it in, babe.  Fuck me so hard I have a baby.”

“There we go,” grabbing both of your hips, he thrusts forward, burying himself completely in your warmth.  Never hesitating to piston into you with a fervent need.  Moaning right along with your own labored breaths.  “This never gets old.”

“Never!  Haydes!”

“I gotta make this count.  You’ll be out of commission for a while,” he juts his hips into you harshly and you start to see stars.  Why did it always happen so fast since pregnancy?  “Yeah, just like that.  Gripping me so fucking tight.  So fucking tight.  Got you leaking all these pretty juices on me.”

“What?  Hayden, I haven’t even came yet,” he just keeps fucking into you, and with his ministrations, you feel an orgasm building up.  “Right there.  Right…” an odd overwhelming pleasure mixed with the feelings of Braxton hicks contractions conflicts your body.  “Hayden.”

You try to get his attention, realizing what your excess wetness was from.  “Can you turn back and look at me?  I always like to see what you look like when you look at me.”

“Don’t cum in me.”

“You’re already pregnant.”

“No, no…ehh…that’s not…that’s not…Hayden, jerk off on my back!”

“What the…?” He pulls completely out of you, panting when you turn back and stare at him.  “Oh come on!  I thought we were getting a marathon.  Cozy is this your way of sabotaging your dad,” you grimace, laying your head down on the bed.  “Oh!  I’ve always heard this was a pretty natural position to have a baby.  You want me to check your…?”

“No!” You hide your face in your hands while a contraction tightens your stomach.  “Hayden, is she coming out?��

“You literally just started contractions.  Why would she?” You give him a growl, demanding he cum.  “So I can’t cum inside you?”

“Sure, explain to the doctor why your baby juice is in my twat while I’m pushing our daughter out.”

“Well, when you say it like that, it sounds dirty.”

“Hayden!” Your fists tighten on the sheets, and you let out a guttural moan.

“Oh, shit!  Uh…Curtis!  Wait.  Damn, got you face down, ass up.  Ah!  Curtis, don’t you come in here, but uh…damn, my dick is hard.  Baby, you stay there, and uh…do you need your panties back on?  I mean…”

“Haydes!  Get me up!  I swear I feel her coming!”

“So she gets to come, but…I’m not making that joke.”

“Hayden!” Your knuckles were burning, blinding pain shoots through you.  “It isn’t supposed to be this fast!”

“Doll!  Hayden!  Is this some really freaky sex that I don’t want to know about?” Of course you were going to have a dramatic labor.  “Hayden, that doesn’t sound good, bub.  Put your dick up!”

“I’m trying.  Baby, stay there.”

“Where the fuck am I supposed to go?  My pussy is hanging out,” you start crying at the absurdity and the pain.”

“This is going to be fun getting you out of that position.”

“Your dick gets us into so much trouble,” your tears blind you as another contraction races through your body, “They’re too close.  I don’t want to give birth to my daughter here.  I want to be with my doctor.”

Hayden finally gets himself dressed, unlocking the door before realizing you were still stuck into a compromising position.  “Don’t come in here!  My pussy is wide and spread, and your niece is pushing her way out.”

“What!?”

“She’s exaggerating,” he leans back behind you, just to check, “Yep, exaggerating.  Just checked.  Doll face, uh…roll over?  Fall over?  Just tell me what I need to do to get you off your knees, and we’re going to the hospital.”

“I’m not having her in the car?” He shakes his head no, trying to assist you as much as possible as you try and get to where you can stand up.  “Your dick did this.”

“Yeah, but my dick also put our Cozy baby in your belly, so he’s a good boy.”

“Ehh,” you start crying harder, your body shaking, and Doodle scratches at the door, “Haydes, it hurts.”

“I know, Curtis, come in,” the second the door was open, Doodle races to your side, pushing his nose against your stomach, looking up at you confused, “Buddy, I’m calling the grandparents to get you.  Mama's gotta get to the hospital.  Doll, you need panties on.”

“No!  She’s coming.  She’s going to be coming in the car.  I hate your dick.”

“That hurts.”

“Haydes!” “Hayden!”

“Okay, let’s go.  Let’s get in the car.  Curtis the second we get in, call mom and dad to get Doodle.  He’s going to be pacing around and anxious about Doll screaming,” they hold your hands as they guide you to the car.  “Suitcase is in the car.  Water’s already broken.”

“You were fucking me too hard!”

“I can’t with you two.”

“You were the one that was soaking wet.”

“You were the one that thought I had squirted.”

“You two wanna do this alone?”

It was fast.  You barely made it to the hospital before Cozy was ready to make her grand debut.  No time for medicine.  Your body was already pushing as Curtis pulled into the hospital.  The pain was immense, but everything disappeared when they laid that beautiful baby on your chest.  Her eyes stare up at you, and a flow of never ending tears fall down your face.

You did it.  There she was, moving her fingers, and blinking at you.  A pitiful little cry, but she was here.  Perfectly beautiful in every way.  “Oh, my darling,” you wished these pesky tears would go away, so you could see your baby properly.  “Hayden, I’m a mama.”

“I know, Doll face,” he presses his lips against your temple, holding it there as he stares at his daughter.

“I love your dick.”

Everyone in the room, including Hayden, starts laughing, “I know you do, baby.  Oh…she’s…can I hold her?”

“How about you cut the cord first,” the doctor answers soothingly.

“It’s too soon to cut the cord.  We just got her.”

“No, the actual umbilical cord.  You two are a mess,” a nurse picks your baby up, and you tap Hayden to follow.  It felt like a deep emptiness inside of you.  You wanted her back, she was all you ever wanted.  And the further she got away from you the louder she cries.

“Oh!  Her wants her mama.  Doll, I think we got a mama’s…ah!  Why is my baby crying so much?  She’s loud.  Put her back!  Give her back.”

“Dad, I need you to calm down.  Let’s get this girl ready to give her back to her mama.”

“Please, I don’t like my baby crying like that.  Cozy baby,” your baby wails, her little mouth trembling, and it hurts.

“Mama, she’s okay, though.  She’s a healthy baby,” the nurse assures you.  A new round of tears pours out of your face.  She was healthy, and she wanted you.  You squeak out how you just wanted to hold your baby.  “Give me just a second.”

“We brought you some food,” Tara says, looking at her proud son.  Hayden hadn’t stopped staring at you, and you couldn’t get enough of Cozy.  You hold her fingers out, counting each and every single one of them.  Rub over her soft skin.  Smelling her because she was yours.  “How has Hayden been with her?” Hayden turns to glare at his mother, and Howard snorts.  “What?”

“I hold her, she cries.  I give her to Doll, she immediately stops.  Curtis holds her, she cries.  She hears her mama’s voice, she cries harder.  Give her back, and it’s instant.  The baby only likes her mama.  I talked to her the whole time, and she doesn’t recognize me.”

“Yeah she does,” you giggle.  Your little girl had opened her eyes, and was staring at her dad.  “Look at her.  She hears you.  You wanna try again?”

“Is she going to hurt my feelings?”

“Son, you wanna talk about it?  Wanna talk about how your daughter bullies you?” Howard was trying not to laugh too hard, it was the exact same way Hayden was when he was born.  Karma.

“It’s not funny.  Let me try,” he gets closer, and Cozy inhales quickly, looking up at you.  “My baby hates me.  I still love you, Cozy baby.”

“Why Cozy?” Tara stares at you wishfully.  Giving you the biggest smile.

“Because that’s how Hayden makes me feel,” you grab at his hand, and press it against your cheek.  “He’s always made me feel so comfortable and cozy, and now we have our own Cozy girl.”

It was hard to look away from your daughter.  It was hard to even believe that you were a mother.  You held her in your arms, and it still didn’t seem real.  She really squeaked, and blinked, and even nursed, but it didn’t feel real.  Your life didn’t seem real.  Hayden was perfect and darling in every way.  You had a mother and father that believed in you so much.  Two brothers now, three including Andy.

“Honey, I didn’t mean to upset you,” Tara says softly, while you cry again.

“She does that.  Baby, she’s real.  You really did that.”

The tears blinded you, but you look up at Hayden, “We did this, and look at her.  Are the tears ever stopping, Tara?”

“Oh, honey, you’re just happy and overwhelmed.  Eventually they do.  And then you’ll find something else to cry about.”

“She’s just so perfect, and she’s here,” you pick her up to you, giving her the sweetest kiss, and you swear she smiles a bit.  “Haydes, I’m sorry that her doesn’t want to leave my side.”

“Yeah, well, eventually she’ll want to snuggle on her dad,” when the door squeaks open, Amaris peeks in, and giggles.  Wandering over to your side, staring at the baby, “Doll, Andy Barber is here.”

“And he brought our niece.  Cozy this is your cousin, Amaris.”

“Alright, give me the baby,” Andy walks over to your side, holding his hands out.

“Eh, she’s a bit of a mama’s girl,” Hayden freezes as you hand Cozy over to Andy, and he walks over to the couch followed by his daughter, and Hayden’s mouth falls open.  “I don’t like this.”

“Aw, babe, she is just like you.  Even loves the Andy Barber,” it felt like you hadn’t slept in days.  Your eyes roll back in your head, and you sink down further in the mattress.  Getting a soft kiss from your husband, and your baby girl yawns.  “Hayden, watch Cozy.  I need to sleep.”

“It’s official, Andy Barber is the babysitter”

“Get her,” Steve leans back from holding Cozy.  “Tulip, get her and give her back.  Ow!  Why is she so loud?  Doll, she’s noisy.”

“No she’s not,” you reach your arms out for your baby, and she stutters her tears.  “I know, sweet girl,” Doodle leaves Curtis’ lap to come investigate his little human.  His wet nose presses on your hand, but never on her, “Her is just fine, buddy.  Who’s my good boy?  Uncle Steeb is mean to you, isn’t he?”

“Seriously?  You did this on purpose.  You made her hate me.”

“No, she just loves me,” you look your brother giving him a toothy grin.  “Her is precious and her is mine,” just to emphasize your words, Cozy snuggles in closer to you.  Yawning and scrunches her face up, “I thought I loved Sailor.  Thought I loved Amaris, but…damn…I can’t stop staring.  I always wanted this, you know?”

Steve sits beside Tulip, while Hayden snuggles up on the couch with you, “I never…never thought this was going to happen for me.  Thought I was cursed, ya know?  Thought that I was never going to get this.  And Hayden gave it all to me,” more tears.  They just never stopped.

“I didn’t give this to you.  You put in the work, and we met just when we were supposed to.  If it was earlier, we never would have worked out.  If it was later, well, you might have given someone another chance.  I don’t care that Cozy prefers you over me.  I care that she is ours.  Even if the only time I hold her is when she’s asleep and you sneak her in my arms.  But after our meeting, we did this.”

Steve had known for a long time how much Hayden was meant for you, but seeing how that man was still beaming when he looked at you.  Was still so tender whenever he talked to you.  He never made you feel guilty for your past, or made you feel you weren’t worthy of love.  Hayden worshiped you, adored you, and you him.  A completely equal relationship, and he made you smile.  He had this unwavering ability to bring out the prettiest smiles on your face.

“Doll, I don’t tell you enough.”

“Don’t.  Just stop.  Don’t say another word.”

“I’m proud of you,” tears.  Tears and more tears.  They never stopped.  “You deserved this life.  With your beautiful home, stupidly perfect husband, adorable little baby, and a Doodle.”

“DooDoo,” Sailor claps her hands, trying to get out of her mom’s arms.  “Baby!  Mememe baby!”

“Yeah,” you squeak out.  More tears.  “I’m so happy.  It’s just,” you look down at that sleeping bundle, and then over to your husband, “It’s like watching a piece of your heart, and she’s just there, and real, and good, and perfect, and pure, and she doesn’t know pain or hurt.”

“Until her dad tries to hold her,” you lean over on Hayden, but remain staring at her.  It was never getting old.  Every time you looked at her you noticed something different.  A mole on her neck that looked like her dad’s.  The color of her hair that looked like yours.  The way she adored Andy Barber, for no apparent reason, like her dad.  

“Haydes?” He looks up at you with the sweetest and softest smile.  There was never once that you regretted being with Hayden.  You weren’t sure you believed in love at first sight, but the crush you had on Hayden was pretty instantaneous.  You knew after that first date that you wanted to be with him, and you knew before ever having sex with him that he was the one.

“I love us.”

“I love us, too, Doll, and my Cozy baby.  Now, can I hold her while she’s sleeping?  She hates me if you’re around.  Even if you are around.”

“No, she just loves my boobies like you.”

“Yep.  Say, Tulip, time to go.  Hayden and Doll are talking about boobies.”

“You should hear how she went into labor,” Hayden chuckles as you put your daughter in his arms.

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure Steve wants to hear about that.  Doodle, come keep me warm,” Curtis pats on his chest, and looks at his phone.  “Quick nap.  Then, I gotta go.”

“Oh my god!  We have to come up with a better story than that.  I am never telling that story to anyone.  Water broke, fast labor, then a baby.  Okay.  I need a nap.  Sailor, you staying us?”

“Nope.  Baby cy.  Bye!”

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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 27

Summary:  the coziest of baby Everett’s is a....

Pairings:  Hayden Everett X Reader

Rating:  🥺🥺

Warnings:  language, oral sex (F receiving), mentions of Hayden’s baby juice, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.6K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

“And we’re about to see what you’re going to be,” Hayden plants a big smooch on your exposed belly, rubbing his hand on that little bump.  “I don’t really care what you are, because you are mine,” you clear your throat, trying to sit up, but Hayden pushes you back on the bed.  “And you are your mom’s as well.  Doll, what do you want?”

“I just want your baby,” you answer sweetly, cupping his cheek.  “Can we shave this today?”

“You don’t like my beard?”

“Haydes, that is scruff, and no.  You’re starting to look like your brother,” his mouth drops open, and he pushes his mouth flat against your belly.

“Your mama is mean to your daddy.  When you come out, you’re going to have my permission to bite her.  I don’t want to look like your uncle Coco, I want to look like Andy,” you shake your head, already laughing.  “What?  He’s got a full beard.”

“But I like your sweet smooth face.  It makes me want to sit on it.”

“I’m going to shave right now,” he moves to get up from in between your legs, but you wrap them around him, holding him there.  “Do you want me to play with my cupcake?”

“No.”

“Baby doll, your mom is being mean to me again.  You know I’m not really touching our baby with my dick, right?  I’m not trying to say I don’t have a big dick, but it ain’t that big.”

“Haydes!  I know!  I don’t want you to have that big of a dick.  My cervix getting pounded is not fun.  That shit hurts.”

“Who was touching your cervix?” He lifts up, pouting at you.  But you sit up with him, placing his hand back on your belly.  “Who?”

“Not the point.  I think your dick is perfect.  And I don’t want to find out what we’re having today,” he looks at you in shock again, dropping his mouth open, and you scoot just a bit closer, “I want to find out with our family on Christmas.”

“But you’re gonna cry.  You’re going to cry the big big tears no matter if our baby is a boy or girl.  You still okay with the names?” You nod your head, leaning up to give him a big kiss.  “Fine.  I’ll let us find out with the family what we’re having.  If you have sex with me in my big boy bed.”

“Hayden!  Isn’t your room almost right above your parents bedroom?” He shrugs, giving you a laugh.  “And your brother and my brother are both down the hall.  Is Andy and Amaris staying?”

“No, I’m a bit bitter about that, but beside the point.  You see this?  You see where my hand is?  They all know that we have sex.”

“Knowing we have sex, and hearing it is two completely different things, Haydes.  Can I suck your dick in your big boy bed?”

“Can you stop swallowing my cum when you suck my dick?”

“But I like it,” you whine, bringing yourself closer to him.

“I know you do.  But It feels weird that you're swallowing my baby juice, and my baby is already in your belly and it eats everything you do.  Ow!” You pinch his pretty little nipple, and start laughing.  “You are mean.  I’m the one that should be toughening up your nipples, Doll.  You leave these alone.  Can we fuck in the shower?”

“Are you shaving your scruff?”

“If you ride my face, while sucking my dick in my big boy bed.  I want nothing else for Christmas, but you to spit out my baby juice, and let me watch it drip down your chin, and my chin is soaked in your juices.”

“You’re so horny.”

“So that means, yes?” You nod your head, moving to stand up, but stop when the little bean gives you a hard kick, “Doll, baby, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, they’re just active.  You better quit making your mommy bruise from the inside.  And quit being so needy.  Your daddy is already enough.”

“Her daddy,” Hayden looks at you with a dopey smile, and you shake your head, “Yes, I am her daddy.  I fucked you so deep that it took.  That is my baby.”

“You called him a her.”

“Ahh!  You called her a him,” you pet over your belly smiling.  You wanted a mini Hayden.  Wanted to carry this precious baby boy around in your arms.  You were scared that if you were having a girl, she would only want something to do with her daddy.  You just wanted this precious little baby Hayden, so you could see your husband the way he was as a child.

“No, that bean is my daughter.  I want a baby Doll.  Like having your pretty little lips that poke out when you sleep.  Want her to have your eyes.  And I want a daddy’s girl.  But if this is in fact a mama’s boy, we will do it again, until I get my daddy’s girl, right?”

“Haydes?” You never thought you could love someone as much as you loved him.  While your relationship was fast, you found new ways to love him everyday.  Found different parts of his personality that you couldn’t get enough of.  He was your favorite person, and you still pinched yourself regularly, because you couldn’t believe you got to wake up next to this handsome and funny man.  

“I love you, and I want to give us all the babies.  That’s all I’ve ever wanted was a family.  Something that was really mine.  And we’re doing that.  You never have to ask if we can have a baby.  I want them all with you.”

“So…you’re giving me open season with your pussy?  I can breed you whenever I like,” you give him a little slap on his stomach, knowing that he was just goofy sometimes.  “You know I love you.  The only woman I have ever wanted this with.  And I think you put up with my antics quite well.  No one else would.”

“You could find a million women.  You’re hot as fuck.”

“Yeah, and soon I’m going to be dilf.  Walk around carrying my baby in a carrier.  Picking up groceries for my wife who is cooking supper.  Gonna have to turn all these women away just because they see me with a baby, and know that I make cute babies, and have good baby juice.  I’ll have to fight them away with one arm, and shield my daughter with the other.”

“Quit calling your cum baby juice.”

“It makes the babies!  That is Grade A baby juice right there, in fact, we’re going to have a Grade A baby!  Doll!  You quit walking away from me!” You take off the shirt you were wearing, now having nothing but those little panties on, and he nearly trips trying to get out of boxers.  “Okay, shower time.”

“We don’t have time for sex.”

“What?”

“We have a doctor’s appointment to find out if we’re having a boy or girl, but we’re telling them to put it in an envelope, and we’ll open it for Christmas.  I want everyone to find out with us what your baby juice made.”

“Aha!” He giggles, rubbing on your belly when you stand back up from turning on the water.  “You admit it’s baby juice.”

“Yes, and I’m going to make sure I tell your mother that your baby juice did this to me.”

“No!”

“Let her know that you have nearly painted my entire body with your baby juice.”

“Please don’t.”

“And tell her I’m never going to be on birth control ever again,” his eyes go large as you step into the shower, “So you better get real good at pulling out.”

“Wait…you’re going to trust me and my pulling out ability to make sure we do or do not get pregnant?” You nod your head, pulling him into the shower with you, “You do really love me, don’t you?  You’re serious?  No more birth control?”

“Not that it matters now, because I’m carrying your son, but yes, no more birth control.  You’ll have to learn to control your baby juice.”

“So even though we’re having a daughter, we’ll still do this again?”

“We’ll do it again, but this is a baby Hayden.”

“It’s a baby Doll!”

“Doll?  Baby, it’s Christmas,” Hayden whispers in your ear.  Checking over at the clock, and knowing that no one else would be up at this hour.  They weren’t even going to open presents until seven when Andy and Amaris got here.  “Doll, I want to taste your pussy for Christmas breakfast.”

“Shh,” you whisper, snuggling into the body pillow, but he flips you on your back, his body sinking under the blankets, “Haydes,” you whine, but he still pulls off your panties.  Flattening his tongue, licking up a long stripe through your folds.  “Hayden,” you start relaxing into his motions.  Bringing your fingers to weave through his hair.

A steady rhythm of whispering his name while he feasts on your weeping cunt.  Your eyes still closed, but you weren’t getting any sleep.  Everything since becoming pregnant was so much more sensitive, and this was turning out to be the easiest pregnancy.  No morning sickness.  No loss of sleep.  No severe fatigue, just sensitive.  

“Hayden,” you whimper out his name, your legs now on his shoulders as you feel a familiar tightness in your tummy.  Rocking your body into his mouth.  Getting right there, when a loud knock on the door makes you sit up, and Hayden’s glistening face pokes out from under the comforter.

“Doll, shut up.  It is Christmas, and hearing you moan my brother’s name was not on my list.  Andy is almost here because Amaris couldn’t sleep.  Get your horny asses out of here, so I know what kind of baby I’m getting for Christmas.  Cover yourselves, and please wash yourselves.”

“Seriously,” Hayden growls.  “Should I finish?”

“Yes, you should.  Because if your baby mama doesn’t finish, she’s going to be in an ill mood all day,” you give him a little push back under the covers, while he drowns himself in you.  Getting a taste of his pumpkin cupcake, while you go back into a state of bliss.  Keeping your mouth as quiet as possible.  Adding his fingers, he starts fucking into you.  Curling them and hitting over your g spot just to make things quick.

You rock your body up into his mouth even more.  Grabbing onto his back, and letting your body fall into complete pleasure.  Flattening back on the bed, and he pops up from under the blanket with a smile.  “You gotta wash your face, babe.  You can’t have my pussy juices on you when we find out what we’re having.”

“Okay, you lay there.  I’m gonna wash my face, and get you some clean panties, and help you dress okay?”

“I’m not that big yet.”

“Okay?” He gives you a little growl, and you whisper okay.  Sitting up in the bed, and rubbing over your little bump.  Smiling because you were so happy.  Hearing Hayden wash himself up, and even Amaris giggling and squealing at the tree.  “Andy Barber is here!”

“Hayden, you’re so silly.  He’s just a man.”

“He is the Andy Barber.  Here,” he holds out some panties for you, letting you slip them up, before bringing over your flannel pants, and helping you stand up to pull them up your body.  “There, adorable you are,” his hand rubs over your belly, and you try to walk towards the door.  Continuing your journey down the stairs as he rubs on your belly, “Right, Christmas.  We got a baby and kid with us this year, and next year, another baby!  But my baby, and…”

“Doll!  Look it!” Amaris giggles pointing at the tree.  “I know that those aren’t for Sailor, because she’s a baby and all, but look there’s a Calico Critters set.  Oh,” her hand rubs over your belly, giving it a little poke, “Can we find out what you’re having first?”

“No, I want you and Sailor to open up your gifts,” you pet over her face.  Even though she was a spitting image of Jessie, she reminded you a lot of Hayden, too.  “Come on, you can help get the gifts, okay?”

“Really?”

“Yes, sweet girl.  Really.  Oh,” you move her hand over to the spot that baby Everett was moving, and she gets to feel it kick.  Looking back up at you with a smile.  “Hayden thinks he is a girl.”

“That is definitely a girl.  Just be a girl, okay?  Sailor!” Amaris squeals out her name and Sailor kicks around reaching for Amma.  Ignoring you completely.

“Doll, you and Hayden are blocking the stairs,” Steve urges everyone to walk on down, and you drag Hayden to the couch to sit in his lap, getting a belly rub from Tara.

“She’s active, huh?”

“She is a boy,” you giggle.  “I want my baby Hayden.  And why is everyone ganging up and calling my son a she?”

“I say boy, too,” Steve says, placing Sailor into the floor, and she walks directly over to Amaris, “But that’s because the world isn’t ready for another one of you.”

“How about a healthy baby?” Howard interjects, carrying a groaning Tootles.  He sits her down next to Doodle, but the smaller dog jumps up into his chair, sitting on the arm of the chair, and waiting for Howard to sit down, before crawling into his lap.

“Oh, buddy, come here,” giving a tap to your leg, you let Doodle and his Christmas hat, provided by Coco, come over to you.  He presses his nose up to your belly before turning to watch the little girls grab at presents.

You already get anxious, and feel so much joy watching the two of them.  Amaris was patient with Sailor, and even let her open up a few of Amaris’ own gifts.  Watching as the presents dwindle down, and remind yourself that next year you would have your own baby added to the mix.  Constantly giving Hayden a kiss to his jawline as he rubs on your belly, and then Curtis holds up that red envelope.

“You want to open it, or you want someone else to?”

“Steve,” you whisper, and your brother stares at you, “I want you to open it.  You have been a part of this pregnancy the whole time, and I want you to tell me what I’m growing,” Curtis hands him the red envelope, and Steve slowly opens it.  

Pulling it away from Tulip who was trying to get a quick peek.  Smiling down at the ultrasound photo, and the gender reveal of your baby.  You shout his name, and he looks back up at you.  Tilting his head, and his eyes were so misty with tears, “Doll, you’re having,” he shakes his head, handing the envelope over to Tulip who gasps.

“Just tell me what my baby is!”

“Doll, honey, you’re having a baby girl.”

Your tears of joy yell out how happy you were.  Missing how the baby was in fact healthy, growing right on time.  Had a strong heartbeat.  You couldn’t even see the photos of her profile, and how she was perfect in every way.  “Oh sweetheart,” Tara comes over to you, giving you the biggest hug while rubbing her hand over your belly.  “What did you decide on the name?”

You couldn’t even speak.  You were just a bottle of the happiest tears because you had a little girl growing in your belly.  “Cozette Selene,” Hayden says over all the happy noise.  “But we’re going to call her Cozy.”

Curtis gives you the biggest hug, but his eyes linger outside.  Giving you a kiss to your cheek, he leans over to kiss your belly, before running out the door.  Ignoring the cold on his socks, “Where are you going?”

“You care about where I was going, but not why I was here?” Bucky looks from Curtis back into the house, and you were crying looking up at your husband as his hand caresses your bump. Noise all around you, but at this moment it was only you and him.  “What’s she having?”

“A girl.  Cozette Selene.  The little moon goddess,” Bucky looks down at his bike, tapping his fingers over the black metal.  “She’s happy, Buck.  You never went to that appointment.”

“Wasn’t ready.”

“Are you now?” He nods his head, looking back up at you.  Hayden gives you a lingering kiss before dropping to his knees, kissing over your belly.  “That’s their normal.”

“I can tell.  I want her to be happy.  I should go.”

“To where?” Bucky shrugs his shoulders, looking out at the neighborhood around him.  “No one should be alone on Christmas.  If you promise not to be inappropriate in any way, you can come in.  You congratulate her.  You tell her how happy you are for her.  You tell my brother congratulations and how lucky of a man he is.  And Monday, we’ll get you in with Doc, okay?” He nods his head, starting to get off the bike.  “You still sober?”

“Yeah.  Sometimes I question how crazy I am for getting sober.”

“You still in the MC?” Bucky shrugs again, because he didn't really know.  He was in limbo.  One foot in and one foot out. “You still wanna be with Doll?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want her to leave the dweeb.  They’re in love.  I couldn’t give her this.  Couldn’t be the steady one for her, or the loyal one for her.  Proved it time and time again.”

“Well, come on.  Don’t make her uncomfortable, okay?”  Bucky whispers okay to Curtis, and follows him inside.  Staring awkwardly at everyone, but you give him a big smile.  Holding onto Hayden’s hand that was planted above your daughter, and he gives you a chaste kiss to your neck.

“Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu!”

“Sailor!” Bucky leans forward, grabbing the baby up off the ground.  Did you get lots of presents?”  She nods her head, and points down at Amaris.  “Who is this?”

“Amma!”

“You have a lot of tattoos,” Bucky nods his head, and Amaris runs her fingers over one of them, “They’re kind of scary.  Can I color them?”

“Amaris,” Andy says calmly, shaking his head no at the little girl.

“She’s fine.  If Sailor can help, I’ll let you color my arm,” she gives Bucky a big smile, and runs to grab her new art kit.  “I wanted to tell you, I’m happy for you two.  Really.  You’re going to be the best mom.  And seeing how you make her smile all the time, I think you’ll be a great dad.”

“Thanks, JB,” Hayden gives your belly a tickling squeeze, thanking Bucky as well.  “Oh, Tara, are we making the cinnamon rolls?”

“Yes, of course.  Come on, sweetheart, you too, Tulip.  Amaris you and Sailor going to help or are you staying in here with the men?”

“I’m coloring his tattoos, they’re scary ones, so we gotta make them look good.  I’ll be there in a bit, Nini.  We gotta fix this.  Who are you and what is your name?” Sailor whines a bit when Steve takes a marker from her hands.  

“Dada, me, too!”

“You’re gonna make a mess,” pouting she shakes her head no.  “You will make a mess.”

“Wassssh me.  Me, too!”

“Steve, let her color Bucky’s arm.  Amaris, this is Sailor’s godfather, Bucky.  Him and Steve are best friends,” Tulip gives the marker back to her daughter, and Sailor sticks her tongue out as she sloppily colors on his arm.

“Hmm,” Amaris picks a tattoo with a skull, starting to add flowers to it.  “That’s my dad, Andy.  Doll is my aunt and Hayden and Coco are my uncles.  She calls me her moon child,” she giggles looking back at Hayden.  “Now me and Cozy are going to be moon babies, huh?”

“Yeah, Amma, you and my Cozy girl will be little moon babies,” Hayden can’t help but to try and peek into the kitchen, seeing the three of you fawning over your little bump.  “Amma, we’re gonna have to go shopping for clothes and toys now that we know you’re getting a girl cousin.”

“Me, too!” Sailor fusses at Hayden.  “Me, gi, too.  Me op!”

“Hayden, you’re going to have your hands full, son.  Shopping for a girl with Poppy’s guppy and moon child,” Hayden was happy.  He pats his leg, letting Doodle come and sit with him.  Whispering how he was going to be a big brother.  

“Dad,” Amaris stops, and looks over at Andy, “Are we still going to see Angel today?” You run out of the kitchen, poking your head back into the living room.  You needed answers.  You stare at Andy smiling, and he for once was speechless.

“She…she’s alone at Christmas.  Can…we just…this isn’t serious, and isn’t what you think it is.  This is…Amaris and I made her cookies,” you gasp, and he shakes his head, “They were just snowmen cookies we picked up in the cold food section.”

“I still made them.”

“Yes, sweetheart, you made them.  And we’ll take them to her later.  For now, color on the scary tattoos.  Daddy just about needs a nap.  I’m never up this early on Christmas,” you let him have this, this time.  You had hoped he didn’t lose touch with Angel.  Not just from a helping point, but you could tell that they were connecting in more than one way.  But he just wasn’t ready to admit it, so you walk away.  Still smiling knowing that soon, you would have your own sweet Cozy girl to cuddle up to.  Hayden’s very own daddy’s girl.

Next Christmas was going to be that much sweeter.  Hayden couldn’t stand it anymore though.  He had to follow you into the kitchen.  Keeping his hands on your belly while you and Tulip learned from Tara how to make the best cinnamon rolls.  Even Hayden’s mouth wasn’t far from yours or your neck.  Constantly whispering how he was getting his girl.

“And I’m going to hold her with her fluffy blanket all the time.  We’re going to have the sweetest, coziest Cozy girl ever.  Doll?” You scrunch your nose up at him smiling, “We’re having a girl.”

“I know.  You’re getting your daddy’s girl.”

“And I can’t wait.”

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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 26

Summary:  Thanksgiving

Pairings:  Hayden Everett X Reader, The Everett’s

Rating:  🥹🥹🥹

Warnings:  language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.5K

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A/N: This is the part of the story where Kindly Unspoken really starts to intertwine…so the part with Andy may be confusing.

You sneak a peek over at your sleeping husband.  Watching his handsome face all curled up in the pillow.  Him being away from you is what woke you up.  While it seemed like you and Hayden had got together quickly, and even started your life quickly, you didn’t care.  There was no timeline for love, and yours and his was perfect.  

The sun slips through the curtain to your bedroom, shining on his arm, and you know that you don’t have long.  First morning pee is what you were told.  You didn’t want to disappoint him before the festivities started, so you decided you would test without his knowledge.  You could deal with your own upset later, but the last thing you ever wanted was to see your Haydes’ pouting face.

Letting the test wait on the counter, you lean against the doorframe still watching him.  He was your everything, and you couldn’t wait to have everything part of life be experienced with him.  There was a part of you that wanted to give him a pregnancy, because you knew that things were undoubtedly about to get crazy.  And in some weird way, you didn’t want to soil the possibility of Jessie having a child with your own pregnancy announcement.  

You didn’t know about the child when you and Hayden started trying for a baby, and you wondered if her existence would take away from your own child.  You press your hand against your stomach, and turn back into the bathroom.  Looking over the test, it was like deja vu.  Seeing a positive test before was terrifying though, and this one was terrifying in a different sense.  

You wipe away a stray tear, because you wanted this baby.  Wanted to make Hayden a dad.  Wanted to become a mother, and have another piece of your dream come true.  Walking back to the bedroom, you sit on the bed, and boop Hayden on the nose.  He groans a bit, his mouth turning up into a smile, and even his arm reaches around you to pull you down, but you slip the test in his hand before he can touch you.

“Doll face,” his eyes open immediately, and he’s a mixture of tears and smiling, “I don’t wanna look.”

“Yeah, you do, daddy.”

“Stop it,” he playfully growls.  Sitting up, he looks down at the test and lets it fall on the bed, before he pulls you into him.  “I’m gonna be a daddy.”

“You are,” giggling on his neck, you give him the sweetest little tickles all over him.

“And you’re going to be the hottest mom!  We’re going to have us the snuggly little baby that’s all cozy and perfect, and beautiful and amazing, just like her mom that I am so proud of you,” lifting up off Hayden’s chest, you sniffle staring down at him.  “I am.  You’re doing so good in school, and you’re making this house a home.  And we get to decorate the little nursery, and give Doodle a baby.  He’s going to have his little hooman.  The baby is going to be perfect.”

“Haydes, are you scared?”

“No.  No,” your lip trembles, and he kisses up at your forehead, “I’m not scared at all.  I know why you are.”

“No, you don’t.  You could never understand.”

“Hey,” both his hands cup the side of your face, and he waits until you’re looking at him, “Every pregnancy is different.  I’m not going anywhere, no matter what happens.  I am Hayden, your husband, and you’re stuck with me.  For better or worse.  You’ve got me, Doll face,” all he was saying was not all that your fears were based around.  “We’re happy, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you are.  You can’t remember being happier.  It seemed every milestone with him just made you even happier.

“So can I shout it?  I love waking your boyfriend up by shouting at him,” you nod your head, and his hands move to cover your ears.  “Curtis!  Doodle Dude!  Curt-IS!” Starting to laugh at him, you hear Doodle’s feet shuffle around upstairs, and a loud groan.  “Curtis!”

“Shut up!  I am coming!  Wake the dog up.  He bounced on my chest.  I can’t get any sleep here.  And this is so dumb.  I swear you two are children, and…” He opens the bedroom door, and glares at you laying on Hayden’s chest.  Your good boy comes bounding in the room, jumping on the bed, and he inches closer to you.  “What are you screaming at me for.”

Hayden’s hand reaches over to the discarded test, and lifts it up to him, “Before I go on, cover your ass,” both you and Hayden start laughing, and he pulls a pillow over on your ass.  “What does it say?”

“You know what it says,” he slowly walks on your side of the bed, and crawls on.  His hands pet on Doodle, who can’t quit staring at you, “You knew, didn’t you boy?  Is that why you followed mama around?”

“Mama,” Hayden coos.

“Doll,” Curtis, smiles at you through his tears, “You’re giving me a niece or nephew?”

“I am, uncle Coco,” he pulls Doodle close to him, giving the fluff monster a big hug.  “And you know what today is?”

“What?” You look over at Hayden, and give him a kiss to his nose.  “What?”

“One year ago today, you saw my ass for the first time.”

“Oh my god!”

“And I still think it’s the cutest ass I’ve ever seen.”

Hayden gives a quick squeeze to the swells of your ass under the pillow, while Curtis looks up at the ceiling.  “One year ago today.  Who would have thought this girl that used to try and show me her tits.”

“I did not!”

“She would lean over the bar, and always smirk at me.  Face it bro, if it wasn’t for me, you’d never met her.  Thankfully there was always something that grossed me out about her.  I guess it was because I knew those pretty little lips would be…”

You grab the pillow off your ass, and slam it on Curtis’ face who starts laughing hysterically.  “Shut up.”

“Have you two kissed?”

“He kissed me.”

“That is a lie!  You had the biggest crush on me.”

“No, I didn’t!  Haydes, I promise, he kissed me.”

“I feel like I’m missing something.”

Curtis sits up in the bed, and places the pillow back over your butt, “You’re not.  It was a moment of weakness.  I need you to let your wife know that this little crush had to eventually end, and now look at you.”

“Was there tongue involved.”

“Blech.” “Oh my god!”

“I can live with that then.  And now, she’s got me growing inside of her.  Always inside of her.  I mean, I guess if we’re being fair, she’s had me inside of her for a few weeks.  Had to make sure it stuck,” slamming your face down on Hayden’s chest, you try to just go away.  They were a pair when they got together.

“That was really gross.  I need a palate cleanser.  Put on a cartoon or something.  Doll, could you please put some shorts or pants on, and watch this with us, so I can get the image of that shit out of my head.”

“You know,” you start climbing off Hayden.  Doodle looks over at Curtis before getting up to follow you around, and you find it to be the sweetest thing.  He knew there was something different about you.  “I know how much you love kids.”

“What’s your point?”

“I’m sure some cute little geeky girl that carries a plethora of items with her wherever she goes,” Curtis looks up at you shocked, “I’m just saying if that girl wants kids, and lets you get into this breeding thing, you’re going to have that poor girl leaking of you as well.”

“What girl?  You have a crush?  Who is she?”

“Doll!  Hayden doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut!  Why would you do this to me?”

“Oh, you like like her, like her!  This is adorable.  Doll, operation get Curtis and nerdy girl together,” another pillow goes flying at Hayden, but you rub on your belly walking over to them.  “My wife is pregnant.  Quit with the flying pillows.  I just want to know more about this girl.  What is her name?  Where did you meet?  Do you have a chance?  What are you waiting for?”

“I’m waiting because she’s in therapy when I see her.  She finally says a cute little hey to me.  And…I can’t believe you told him, and now he’s doing the whole ‘my wife is pregnant’ bit so I don’t hit him with a pillow.”

“I’m just saying Curtis,” you crawl over Hayden, in between the two.  Giving the bed a little tap, Doodle jumps up there, and lays his head in your lap.  “I think it’s adorable, and when you find the person that you see a future with, you may want kids.  You’d be a good dad.  By the way, she owns a bookstore on main.”

“What?  You’re just now telling me this?” Curtis crosses his arms over his chest, pouting as he looks at the tv, “I think you need to go buy a new book, and I will accompany you.”

“I think you need to act your age.”

“One year ago, you were sleeping in my little brother’s room, and he got a look at your ass, and now look at you.  Married, cuddled up in your bed, and you have a wee little baby in there,” his hand moves to your stomach, giving it a little squeeze, and Hayden sits up to move his hand.

“Nope, this is my belly now,” he lays his head to your stomach, and you jut out your bottom lip, smoothing your hands over his hair, “You stay nice and cozy in mama’s belly, and I will keep her warm.  This is my baby and my belly, Curtis.  Hands off.  Mine.”

“Boys, stop it.  Doodle is better behaved than you two.  Let’s watch…Moulin Rouge.”

“That is not a cartoon.”

“But it makes me happy, and I am pregnant,” Hayden gasps looking up at you, and you nod.  “Yes, I will use that as a way to get you now, Haydes.  But I promise to only use my powers for good.  Now, lay back down on the baby, and we’ll watch Moulin Rouge and then Oliver and Company, okay?  And while we’re at it, Doodle, I think we gotta teach you how to tell Poppy and Nini that you’re going to be a big brother.”

“That’s adorable,” Curtis leans back, to enjoy the movie, and the company.  He loved that you and Hayden were sickeningly sweet, and even put up with him.  He knew eventually he would move out, and move on, but he liked not being alone.  Loved being able to comfort you while Hayden was working, only for him to arrive, and you go into his lap.  It was an easy and trusting relationship the three of you had, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Sailor gets a big smile when you walk in with Hayden, Curtis, and Doodle.  Her little hands start clapping, and she reaches up to you.  Squealing when you give her kisses all over her face.  

“Go on,” Hayden coaxes Doodle in the living room with a basket in his mouth.  “Take it to Nini.”

“Thanks buddy,” Tara says, grabbing the basket full of fake leaves.  “You want me to put it on the table?”  Doodle barks at her, his nose touches on the basket, and Tara looks at it oddly.  Tootles gets up and walks over to the largest dog, looking up at the basket.  “Son, what does your dog want?”

“He brought you a present, and,” his arm reaches over and clings to you, when Andy walks out of the kitchen, “Doll, Andy Barber is here.”

“I see.  Hello, Andy.  Glad you got to spend Thanksgiving with us. Tara, Doodle brought you a present.  It’s hiding in the leaves.”

Even though she gives you an odd look she sticks her hand in the basket, and Doodle wiggles his whole body.  You wrap both arms around Hayden as Tara pulls out two baby shoes, “No,” she pouts looking up at you two.  You give her a head nod, and she drops the basket, bolting towards you.  

Holding both you and Hayden in her arms, she kisses both of your cheeks, “You’re sure?”

“Well we haven’t gone to the doctor, but there were eight tests,” Howard looks from the floor to the shoes that were in Tara’s hand, and then up at you.  “Doll didn’t believe not one of those tests.”

“You’re pregnant?” Steve asks, looking between you and Hayden.  You smile, nodding your head, “But eight tests?”

“I needed confirmation.”

“Oh, honey,” Tara leans back to look at you, her hand on your stomach, and you want to laugh and cry, and feel all the things.  “You’ve already given us so much, and, oh, there’s a baby in here, and my baby made that baby, and Howard…are you not going to say anything?”

“I think Doll is overwhelmed enough.  I’ll get you later though.”

Andy gives you a nod, and you swear Hayden holds even tighter to your body, “Can I talk to you a minute?”

“Yes, you can.  Doll face, I’m going to be down here, you go talk to Andy,” you roll your eyes as he sits down, and head towards the back porch, a home away from home.  

Grabbing a blanket at the door, you walk outside, and sit on the steps.  It seemed like only yesterday that you came out here lost in all your crippling thoughts.  Watching your little chipmunks play around, and you tried to envision what life would be like had you grown up here.

“So a baby is on the way?” Andy says, sitting down with you.  “You have a good family.”

“I doubt sometimes if I deserve them,” you pull the throw around you tighter, and your eyes never leave the old treehouse.  You and Hayden had tried to get up there, but the creaky ladder made the two of you abandon it quickly.  “I came out here all the time, and would sit and think.  I didn’t have a pretty life.”

“So Curtis had said.”

“What are you wanting to talk about Andy?”

“They found her,” you turn your head to look at him, but now he was the one staring at the treehouse, “I helped Curtis and Jessie build that.  Jessie and I go way back.  Always friends.”

“Don’t change the subject.  You said that they found her, and what are you going to do?”

“She’s happy.  Lives on a farm in New Hampshire.  I wonder if I’m making a mistake.  She doesn't know me.”

“You know, my dad always told me that when Steve’s mother left, and mine died that he wondered what life would be like if Sarah came back.  I wondered if she would be like my mother or the old ladies.  I get that you are wondering, but don’t you think it’s a disservice to you, Curtis, Hayden, Howard, and Tara if you don’t try?  You’re not saying that her foster parents can’t see her or continue to be in her life.  You’re trying to get the life that was stolen from you.  If my mother was alive, I’d want her to come and find me.  She has a family that she deserves to be a part of, and everyone here deserves to be in her life, too.”

“I don’t want to stress you out with all of this.  Curtis was right, you remind me of Jessie in ways.  She went looking for a life that you were raised in though.  But…when Curtis and I go to see here, would you want to come or…I’ve got room at the house, you and Hayden could stay there.  I don’t want her to come to my house and feel confused because she’s with a man she’s never met.  I feel like I’m going to terrify her.  I would like her to have someone that she can trust and could possibly just be a source of comfort, but again, you’re pregnant, I don’t need you stressed because Curtis and Hayden would have my head.  I see what he sees in you.”

“Which one?” You laugh.  Hayden and Curtis both were your soulmates.  Hayden for that deep passionate love.  Someone that you wanted to grow old with, laugh with, share your life with.  You couldn’t get enough of him.  The both of you were obsessed with each other.  And Curtis was your best friend.  The person that in a way was your guide through life.

“Both of them.  But I was talking about Curtis.  He loves you, platonically, but it’s a deep and true love.  You’ve overcome a lot.  You’ve got a lot of respect for you in that house.”

“You have no idea.  I don’t ever wanna go back, but I never fully want to forget.  I’m thankful for the life I have because of that pain.  I think in this family, it’s like we all had this broken road that led us all here together.  This weaving of lives in some weird way, and we’ve all been broken by something.  And now we’re all this odd family that’s learning to function again.  My husband does really love you, and I don’t like keeping the fact he has a niece from him.  So if this can all be over soon, that would be great.”

“I promise.  It’ll be soon,” he stands up, and lowers a hand down to you, “I think a celebration is in order.  And look,” you look towards the door to see Doodle wiggling his tail with those baby shoes in his mouth, “You’re going to make a great mother, Doll.  You’re already a good aunt, and I hope that you being an aunt extends to my daughter.”

“Of course it does.  She’s Haydes’ niece.  I married him, we’re a package deal now, Andy.  But currently, I need to feed my baby, and love on my sweet boy.  He’s so happy about getting a human, and he doesn’t even know it.  I told you I would help you, and I meant it.  Hayden would never forgive me if I didn’t help the Andy Barber out,” the laughs follow you inside as you pet Doodle.  “Andy, you’re gonna be fine.  She’ll thank you for trying as hard as you have, too.”

Walking into the living room, Hayden narrows his eyes at your belly.  You smooth your hand over it, before getting into his lap, and patting a leg for Doodle to join you.  Hayden slips a hand under Doodle’s head to press up against your belly, and you lean up against him.  This was never going to get old, seeing him excited, and openly excited to become a parent with you. Hayden’s hand, and Doodle’s head was never far away from your belly, and it made your heart swell with pride and love knowing that this little baby was going to have the most loving family ever.

There was no way of knowing when you had gotten pregnant yet, but you did have a gut feeling.  It was like you could feel yours and Hayden’s essence join together to become one.  A warm cozy feeling had run through your body while you stared up at him.  And if that was the case, you were further along than you had thought.  “Haydes’ next year we’re gonna have us a little turkey in our arms.”

“Oh!” He looks down at you, squeezing your belly under his fingers.  “We’re gonna have a little turkey in our arms.  Sailor is going to have a cousin.”

“Babe!  Mememememe!”

“Yep, Memememe has a baby in her belly, Say.  Wanna see?”

“Nope,” she answers matter of fact, crawling over to her bag of toys.

“That hurts.  Say, you’re gonna have a cousin next year.”

“Nope.”

“Doll, she hurt my feelings.  Our baby is gonna be perfect, right?”

“How could they not be?” Tara gives the two of you a smile, turning to look away when he kisses you.  Her eyes drift over to the last family photo they had with Jessie.  Wishing that things would be different.  While Tara loved you, holidays without her daughter were hard.  Never getting to say goodbye was even harder.  She knew it was crazy, but she wished that there was a part of Jessie that was left behind.  Having Andy here helped a bit.  It was like she was getting years back.  And only time would tell what would happen now that Andy was back.

But her home felt full and whole.  Her kids were here, she had a few that she now called her own, dogs in the house, a baby and one on the way, and Curtis and Andy bonding.  It was what she always wanted, and with the prospect of more to come, it felt good being in the Everett household this Thanksgiving, and she was going to cherish every second of it.

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Kindly Unspoken, Part 8

Summary:  Amaris meets Howard and Tara

Pairings:  Andy Barber X Reader, Amaris Everett X Reader, The Everett’s

Rating:  🥹

Warnings:  mild language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3K

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“Amaris?” You poke your head in the little girl’s room, and she drops one of her critters to turn and look at you with a smile, “How was your stay?”

“I like it here.  Are there really no kids in this family?  Just the baby?” You nod your head yes with a sweet smile, walking over to sit on her made bed.  “I did it myself,” she smiles, cleaning up the few critters before walking over to sit beside you.  “I never had my own stuff.”

“Does it bother you?” She shrugs her shoulders, and pulls her bunny over to her lap, giving him a quick hug.  “Is it just a lot?” She nods her head, resting her chin on the bunny’s head, and you extend a hand to rest on her knee, “It’s okay.  They love you, and are willing to do whatever they need to do to make you comfortable.”

“It’s weird that I’m the only kid.”

“Not for long.  Your dad…he was struggling to deal with your mother’s death.  Your uncle Curtis, I think he’s a bit annoying to find someone to have a kid with,” her little nose scrunches up, and she looks up at you with a giggle.  “Your uncle Hayden is having a baby soon.  He’s the same age your mother was when you were born.”

“Do you think my dad will want more kids?  I’m okay with cousins, but this big house just seems empty.  There’s empty rooms.  Everyone had their own beds last night.”

“I think if your dad found the right person to have kids with, he would consider it.  Do you want a brother or sister?”

She looks at you, giggling again, “Yeah, I’m used to having all these kids around.  He’s handsome isn’t he?  My dad, he’s handsome?” You look over at her to see her peeking up at you when you nod your head.  “Do you think I look like him?”

“I think you look just like your mom, but those eyes, those come from him.”

“I made a Christmas list last night,” she stands walking over to her doll house.  Picking up a few things, “I like this, but I love these,” she sits at a table with a growing town of critters.  “Andy…dad helped me pick out a few more.  He’s gonna take my desk out of here, and put it downstairs, and have a big table for all of them.  It’ll go from here to here,” she shows you the distance of the table, and her eyes start to light up.  “I’ll have room to grow my city.  It’s just a lot.”

“The toys?  The attention?  The love?” She nods at you picking up a little rabbit critter, moving it to another location, “You deserve all that Amaris.  These people, your family, they love you and just want to make sure you have everything you need and want.  They just missed out on so much of your life.  It won’t always be this much.”

“I know,” marching over to a long ribbon holding a ton of bows, she picks one off, and walks over to you, “Can you put it in my hair?”

“You nervous?”

“What if they don’t like me?”

“Oh, sweet girl,” you hum, spinning her around to look at her.  She really did have eyes that were exactly like her father’s.  Bright blue, with a few spots of green, “You saw how your aunt and uncles loved you immediately.  Your grandparents will love you so much.”

“I’m not my mom though.”

“I know.  It’ll be overwhelming to them, remember, they lost their daughter, and you look just like her.  But they’re going to love you for you.  It’ll be two more people to love and spoil you, and Doll tells me they have a stinky farting dog,” she giggles up at you, reaching her hand for your own.

“Will you stay with me?”

“I wasn’t supposed to.  I was coming to check how your night was.”

“But, will you stay with me?  New people kinda scare me.  And I like you.  You get me,” you nod your head, starting to walk out of her bedroom when you spot Curtis jumping back from your bag, “I’ve heard about you and being sneaky, Curtis,” she giggles, and you walk over to your bag, extending a hand out.

“What did I take?”  He asks with that annoying little grin.

“Give me the gray sticky notes,” Curtis hangs his mouth open, but slaps the notes into your hand, mumbling something.  “Are you going to torture me every time I’m around you?” He chuckles, nodding his head.  “Why?”

“It’s fascinating how you just know.  You know?  Like not just the color coordinating, which by the way, I love that you have this whole color scheme depending on where you are.  Reminds me of someone.  But you just know with barely looking at your stuff what I took.”

“It’s a long story, Mr. Everett.  Maybe another time we can unpack my childhood, but for now, how about we go to your parents.  I’m sure Amaris is ready to meet the rest of her family, huh?” She squeezes your hand just a bit tighter, but nods her head.  “Your aunt and uncle, and Doodle are already there.  Remember, Doodle can sense distress, so he will lay his head on your lap to comfort you, okay?”

“Okay.  Andy…dad?  You ready?”

“Of course,” he says, grabbing her other hand.  Andy hopes in time that she would not hesitate in what she called him, but it was still new and she was still trying to figure out her place in the family.  

You however notice how both her and Andy take a deep breath, nearly at the same time.  Huffing it out with the same force.  It was adorable how this little girl wasn’t raised with her family, but still had their mannerisms.

“Hayden!” Tara shouts at her son, while Doll puts her hand over his mouth giggling.  “Hayden Elias Everett, you are keeping something from me.  Doll, get off of him.”

“I can’t.  Hayden, quit moving around so much, you’re going to disturb the baby,” Tara knew that her son’s wife had distracted him enough when his mouth drops open, and his hand moves over to her belly, leaning over to kiss on that tiny swell.

“You’re fighting dirty, miss.  You’re using that precious jellybean to get him to lie to his mother,” Hayden’s eyes slowly look up at his wife, pouting, and she shakes her head no.  “Why?”

“We have a surprise, well, Andy is bringing a surprise.”

“Yes, Andy Barber is coming to this house, and bringing you and dad a surprise, isn’t he Doodle Dude?” Doodle trots over to Tara, laying his head on her lap, and Tootles barks at him from Howard’s lap.  

“Princess, be nice to your…what did we decide he was?  Cousin?  Nephew?  Brother?  I can’t keep up with dog genealogy.  Just be…nice,” his eyes drift towards the door as footsteps approach.  Doll curls up in Hayden’s lap, pulling his hand to her stomach, while Tara stands to open the door.

“Tara,” Andy extends a hand to her.  Standing in front of Amaris but she peeks from behind him, and when Tara gasps, she hides her face again.  “Howard, I want you two to meet someone.  Come on, little bit,” Amaris shakes her head no, but her little hand grabs onto Andy’s, and she pushes her face in his back.  “Amaris, you sure?”

Reaching behind him, he gives her bunny a little tug.  “Sweetheart, you need Doodle?”

“No, I want to be invisible.”

“Andy…what…who do…who do you got there?” The little girl peeks her head back around Andy slowly, and the moment that her face is fully exposed, Tara’s hand covers her mouth.  There was no denying who this little girl belonged to.  It was like seeing her daughter all over again.

Big round eyes, and a face that could make you forgive any of her transgressions.  She gives Tara a smile, and the woman struggles to breathe.  Hiccuping out Howard’s name, when she gets down to her knees, holding out a hand for Amaris.  “What’s your name?”

“Amaris Mae Everett.”

“Oh, god,” Tara, lets her tears waterfall down her cheeks, and Howard stands, placing a calming hand on her shoulder, “Where…I don’t even know what to say?”

“It’s not important right now,” Andy interjects, still holding Amaris’ hand, and she grabs yours, leading the two of you into the house, followed by Curtis.  “What’s important is that I found my daughter.  Howard, Tara, I want you to meet your granddaughter.  Amaris, this is your grandparents.  I think they were dubbed Nini and Poppy by Sailor.  The baby we were telling you about.”

“The one that’s gonna be like a cousin?” Andy gives her a smile and a nod.  Sitting on the couch, and she crawls in beside him, patting her leg for Doodle, and patting the seat beside her, “Angel,” she whispers up at you, “Sit down.”

While you think that she needed some time with her family to get acquainted with them, she wanted you there, right with her.  Scooting a bit closer to you, and even laying her head on your shoulder.  

Tara was in shock.  Her eyes never leave the little girl, unless she was looking at a picture of little Curtis and Jessie holding onto a baby Hayden, and then back to her granddaughter.  

“Dad?” Hayden whispers to his father, finally getting people preoccupied and comfortable with Amaris.  His wife sits beside her, listening to her tell a story, and the little girl even leans over to talk to her belly, “Can I talk to you?” Hayden already heads to his dad’s office, and Howard holds Tara’s shoulder as he walks into his office.  His youngest son paces in there before gesturing to his chair.

“Son…?”

“No, let me talk.  Something has been bothering me.”

“Your sister’s daughter has been united with her family, what could possibly be bothering you?”

He walks over to the door, locking it, before he stares at his dad, “I don’t know if her being here is going to make a difference.  What I do know is that Jessie’s money you saved, you gave to my wife for her school, and a house, and we’re paying the difference,” Howard slowly nods his head.  Weaving his fingers together, he rests his chin on his hands.

“If you wanna take it back, I get it, but…I don’t want Doll to know about it.  I’ll pay you back, with interest.  But I don’t want my wife to think that now that Amaris is here that she’s going to lose everything.  I don’t want our baby to become unimportant because you have Jessie back.  Her daughter, I mean.  I know mom is still just staring at her, and Doll notices it, too.  I know it’s probably just a shock, but my baby matters, too.  Amaris is excited about my baby, and she talks to the belly, and just…don’t forget about us.  I will…I will pay it back, and you can have the money for Amaris, it’s not a big deal, just don’t…I don’t want Doll to know.”

“Son, you finished?” Hayden takes a deep breath, and moves to sit down in front of his dad’s desk.  Looking at the last family picture of the five of them, before Howard speaks, “I don’t want that money back.”

“But it was Jessie’s.  Amaris is Jessie’s.”

“I understand that.  I have no regrets in using Jessie’s money to pay for Doll’s education and to put the rest towards her dream house.  Your home for you and your family.  I don’t want that money.  I did that, and your mother, because she saved us.  Your mother is getting to experience pregnancy with a daughter because of Doll.  I know you look at that little girl and think we’re going to put all our energy in her, and forget about Sailor or forget about this next baby.  I won’t allow it.”

Hayden looks down at his lap, wiping away his tears, before looking up at his dad, “You promise?  My baby is going to be amazing, too.”

“I do promise.  When you have another kid, you’ll know how your love can be spread.  It’s like your heart just gets bigger.  And you won’t even realize what love is, until they place that baby on your wife’s chest.  Do you think we love Sailor more than you?”

“Define more?  I think you like Sailor more than you like me.”

“Because Sailor is Poppy’s Guppy, and you are an annoying little shit most of the time, but I love you.  Being a grandparent is so much better than being a parent.  They cry, I hand them to their parents.  They poop, they go to their parents.  I get to only do fun things with Sailor.  We had to be the people to discipline you.  But I don’t want your money.  Something tells me that Amaris is gonna be just fine with the Andy Barber.  Judging by your wife’s interest, she’s going to be very spoiled by her as well.  Now, who is the other woman?”

Hayden slumps down in relief, laughing out loud at his father’s question, “She’s the social worker.  Curtis likes teasing her, Amaris feels comfortable with her, and Andy doesn’t seem to mind when she’s around,” Howard cocks up an eyebrow, Amaris did need a mother figure.  You were doing just that for her.  “I know, aren’t you proud I called him Andy instead of Andy Barber?”

“Get back out there with your wife.  And quit calling that man by his full name.”

“No, if I called him Andrew Stephan Barber, that would just be weird.”

Amaris had been looking at the piano off and on the whole time she was meeting her grandparents.  She had always wanted to play one, and when everyone seemed to be a bit transfixed on something beside herself, she walks over to it, opening it up, and just stares at the keys.

Howard puts Tootles beside him, and walks over to her, sitting on the bench, he presses one of the keys, and she smiles up at him, “Do you play?”

“No.  I’ve never even seen one in real life.”

“This was your mother’s.  All the kids played some kind instrument for a little bit.  Hayden played the trumpet very terribly, and Curtis can actually play the cello.  But your mom loved the piano,” he moves his fingers over the keys, playing an easy melody of Heart and Soul, and smiles over at her.  “I know how to play, too.”

“Do you think I could learn?” She watches his hands trying to mimic them, before he places her fingers on a few keys.  

“Should you want to, yeah.  I think you’d be great.  I think everyone needs to learn to play an instrument, and read music.  Push that finger and that finger down,” she smiles up at him, and pushes the two fingers down, smiling when it creates a pretty sound.  “I know that I would love to have this house filled with piano music again.”

“Ah!” She squeals, reminding Howard of how Jessie would scream when she was excited.  “Dad! Can I take piano lessons?”  There was no hesitation this time.  She didn’t teeter between calling Andy his name or dad.  Saying dad easily ran off her tongue, and you give her a big smile.  She was going to be okay.

“Of course.  It’s a lot of work and practice,” even Andy noticed the lack of stuttering.  His heart filled with pride as she asks Howard to teach her something else.  Reminding him of her mother practicing her music before she would ever come out and play with him.  Amaris was going to be okay.  Andy was finally a father.

You quietly start to walk out the door, letting the family spend some time together, but you’re followed by Andy, “Where are you going?”

“I was gonna call an Uber or something.”

“Why?” He asks, sitting down with you on the swing.  “We’ve just got to the good part.”

“It’s as it should be.  You’ve got your family.  She’s happy.  She’s so happy, Andy.”

“I think she may still need you from time to time.  But, if you want to leave, let me take you.  You don’t need to call a car.  But Tara is a really good cook.  I think her and Doll made pasta or something.  They made enough with you in mind.  What I mean is, just please stay?”

“I can’t make this a regular thing.  I do have things I need to do.  I have a job, and other kids that need my help.”

“So you’re staying?  It would mean a lot to Amaris.  And Curtis hasn’t got to steal one of your forks or something,” Andy shrugs, while you glare annoyed at him.  “I’m only playing.  Do they need to have a certain amount of prongs?”

“That was uncalled for,” you playfully answer.  “Here I was willing to stay for dinner since you’re forcing my hand, and then you make a comment about my forks.  I like them to have three, though,” Andy grimaces, knowing that they had more than three, “And that was a joke.  If I wanted three prongs, I would carry a fork up to my standards in my bag.  Lead the way, Andy.  I will stay this once.”

“Thank you, Angel,” Andy opens up the door, letting you in, and you feel as if everyone turns to look at you, and you take a step back, bumping into Andy, “They’re just a nosy bunch.  Don’t think anything of it.  Look,” it didn’t take much for them to go about their business, ignoring whatever had transpired.  “Thank you for staying.  I really mean that.”

“You’re welcome, Andy Barber.”

“Oh, I can’t deal with someone else calling me that.  Please, just Andy.”

“Okay, just Andy,” you giggle, going to sit on the floor with Amaris who was playing with a few toys that Doll had brought for her here.  She was going to be okay.  And you had to push Andy Barber out of your mind.  

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Sweet Silver Linings, Part 3

Summary:  you and Curtis are struggling

Pairings:  Curtis Everett X Reader

Rating:  mature

Warnings:  mentions of D/s dynamics, mentions of bondage, mentions of biting, mentions of spanking, toy play, butt plug, nipple clamps, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.2K

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“Ugh!” Doll looks down the couch at her husband who was peacefully rubbing her exhausted feet when Curtis’ groans of distress ring through their house. “No! You piece of,” he takes a deep breath, throwing the piece of paper he was working into the floor with the other discarded ones, and starting to draw again.

Doodle pokes his nose on his mama’s belly, and gives his tail a wag, looking upstairs. “Yes, Doodle, I think you need to go check on Uncle Curtis. He seems a bit…”

“Oh my god!”

“Distressed. And if he’s distressed then I’m distressed, and if I’m distressed this sweet girl is, and…”

“Doodle, buddy boy, sissy can not be distressed, tell Curtis to come here instead of,” another growl has Doodle’s face looking up at the stairs instead of wanting to nuzzle Doll. “Go, buddy, tell him he needs to come down here and explain himself.”

Doodle wanders up the stairs, and nudges the door open with his nose. His sweet demeanor gives Curtis puppy dog eyes. “They told you to come up here, didn’t they? I’m fine!” He shouts down at his brother and sister in law.

“Curtis Howard Everett, you come down here this instant!”

“Ooh! She full named you,” Curtis groans again, grabbing his sketch pad as he trudges downstairs. “She’s getting practice, but Cozy girl will never need to be full named. She’s going to be the sweetest, cuddliest…”

“Curtis, what cha got?” Doll says, reaching a hand out to the notebook. “Come here, show me what you got.”

“It’s nothing,” he hands over the scribbled on paper, sighing. “I just can’t get it right.”

“Coco,” she smiles, looking up from the paper. “This…this is for her, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. For the shop.”

“You can’t get it right because you want it to be perfect for her?” He nods his head, and she gets the biggest tears in her eyes.

“No! Why are you crying?” Hayden gets excited, sitting up and moving to her side. “You’re smiling. Why is she smiling?”

“This is the sweetest thing ever.”

“I’m sweet,” Hayden was clearly the baby of his family. Always needing to be center of attention.

“You really like her, huh?” Doll sweetly asks, placing a hand on his cheek. “Like really really like her?”

Curtis takes a moment, but nods his head. He liked you a lot. Hardly knew you, but he was falling. There was something under the surface that he just couldn’t quite get to, but he was falling so hard, and it was frustrating. There was no reason for him to be falling. None whatsoever. But here he was trying to make you something perfect and it just didn’t work.

“Yeah, I really like her. I have so many questions, but I want her to let me in. I’m right there. She talks to me unprompted. Her dog loves me. I can tell. Teeny loves me. Teeny? This girl is so precious she named a giant St. Bernard, Teeny. He’s her emotional support dog, isn’t he?”

“Curtis, Bubs is one of the most precious people I’ve ever met. She’s had a lot happen in her life. She wants to love so hard. I think that’s why she’s standoffish. She’s scared. And if you knew…you would get it, but that's not my story. What I will say, if she’s letting you in, that’s a good thing. She doesn’t take that lightly. She keeps new people at a distance. Thinks she’s bad luck. But this…you’re wanting to simplify her life, and I don’t think anyone has ever done that. She complicates her life, and her brain is always going in different directions. But….this…this is perfect. She’ll love this.”

“It’s not perfect,” Curtis reaches over, grabbing the notebook from his sister in law. This had gotten complicated for no reason. He didn’t want things to be like this. But he would do whatever it took for you to be comfortable with him. “She’s perfect, and I can't compete with that.”

“Then don’t,” Hayden shrugs his shoulders, wrapping an arm around his wife. “Take it from a man that found someone who was perfect. You can’t duplicate them. You can’t give them the perfect scenarios all the time. You can’t do everything. This is what you can do,” he gives a point to his brother’s early drafts of the cabinet. “Instead of trying to make something perfect, make it functional. Let it capture what you know her personality to be. Make her life easier at her store. But you can’t recreate perfection. You’re wasting time on doing that, instead of spending time with her. That’s the point of this to keep you more around her. Then there ya go. This is what you do.”

“I’m not perfect, Haydes.”

“That’s all you got from that, seriously, woman?”

“Haydes is right,” Hayden gives a proud smile at his brother, making sure Curtis heard Doll say that Hayden was right. “You’re thinking too hard. Let things flow, and happen. Spend time with her. If she agreed to this, she wants you there. It’s okay to be a bit nervous. You do have a school boy crush.”

“So you think this draft is okay?” Both Hayden and Doll smile, nodding that it was. “Okay. Okay. I’m just going to let things happen then.”

“Exactly. Let them happen!”

“So, Curtis, tell me why you still think it’s necessary for you to come here?” Doc puts her pen and paper down. Laying her hands in her lap as she stares at the man across from her.

“Well, before it was trying to work through my feelings of losing Jessie, and believing it was my fault. Then it was the fear of doing what I always wanted to do. I want to help people. Not in the way that my dad and brother do, but a more approachable way. Therapy is great, but not everyone has the means for it, you know?”

“Your book is completed, is it not?”

“Uh,” he rubs the back of his neck. Technically it was. And it was picked up by a publishing company. But was anything ever really completed? He had a life’s mission. “Yeah, I guess. But…Doc, I think something is wrong with me.”

“How so?”

“Have you ever had a fear of something?”

“Do we not all fear something?”

“But I mean something that is good and fun, and so fucking satisfying.”

“What do you mean?” She fidgets her fingers a bit, thinking about reaching over for her notebook, but Curtis did better without it. He liked eye contact, and it was almost eerie how much he liked it.

“Sex.”

“Oh, I did not see that answer coming. How long has it been since you last had sex?” It was a shame that Curtis didn’t have to actually think about how long it had been. He knew exactly how long it had been. Exactly how each and every day and drug by that he had felt a woman to hold and protect.

“Well over a year.”

“Good looking guy, sweet, confident.”

“I don’t need you to tell me my positive attributes. I have women that hit on me constantly. I lack the response to want to interact with them,” because there was only one, and you weren’t one to pick up on any flirting. He wanted you. No one else. Just you.

“Why?” Curtis was a fascinating patient. He just needed an outside person to talk to, but for the most part he could talk himself to an answer. He just needed someone to listen to him. Especially after dealing with his guilt over Jessie.

“Seeing my sister in law in that place,” he breaks his eye contact to look out into the distance. Remembering the unease he felt about her being at the club. “It was these two men constantly bickering about whose dick was going to get wet by her. They knew without knowing what they were doing. She just needed physical touch. They were passing her around like she was nothing but a fleshlight, just wet skin. Neither one acknowledged how hurt she was and she was using sex to think people loved her.”

“This is all about your sister in law. How do you fit in?”

“I’m getting there. I saw it. Saw her walk out of the chapel, walking funny, and this dead look in her eyes. Only to have some other man needing to use her, and she always left with him. She was this ball of depression, and I took too long to intervene. I saw the older one constantly walking behind her, and grabbing her over her clothes, whispering how her cunt was his. She was just property to him. The other one cared, but didn’t see how she was being used by him either.”

Curtis holds his hand up to Doc, stopping her from asking a question. He was about to make his point. “The one would whisper in her ear, ‘You know who your daddy is, and you know who you belong to.’ And every time I saw a piece of her die. I didn’t know that type of relationship could harm someone.”

“That type of relationship?”

“You know,” she shakes her head no, needing Curtis to elaborate. “A Dom and sub relationship.”

“Oh. Why would you think it harmed her?”

“It clearly did.”

“Maybe I should ask, why do you care if that type of relationship harmed her?”

“Umm…I don’t know. I guess…I guess it’s because that’s how I like things. And I see Doll and my brother, and they don’t have that, and they’re so happy. She calls him daddy, and while I know it’s more than him becoming a father, it’s not in this ownership type of way.”

“Hmm,” she smiles at him, realizing how confused he was in understanding that lifestyle. “What you were witnessing was a very unhealthy D/s relationship. Doll went along with that relationship because as you said, she needed to feel loved. Needed the attention. And she found negative attention. A man that used her vulnerable state and need for a daddy. In a healthy Dominate and sub relationship there are boundaries. Even ownership is fine if both parties agree to that. If they have their rules and their boundaries. You always have to have consent to these things.”

“But what if…I haven’t. But I enjoy a certain type of porn.”

“You mean the type of porn you watch is something you want to act out?” He nods his head, and looks away from her. Completely out of character for him. Curtis had a calming effect around him. But also kept up that eye contact.

“Okay, and what’s wrong with the type of porn you prefer?”

“It’s abusive.”

“How so?”

“Tying someone up. Smacking them. Punishment.”

“With boundaries that include a safe word, knowing your partner, and watching for physical cues, and even their verbal cues on when to stop is a safe way to enjoy extreme sex. It is best to have this type of relationship with someone you trust, and that trusts you. These types of relationships are about being vulnerable with someone. The ultimate trust is given to another person. Someone that will push their limits, but listen, watch, feel, and then in the end will take care of them. You can’t have one extreme without the other. Aftercare is a must in these relationships. They’re for both parties; the dominant and the submissive. Which is why you need an open conversation on what you want in this relationship. That doesn’t mean anything is wrong with you. This is normal, and more common than you realize.”

“How do you mean that?” The eye contact was back. No longer ashamed to look her in the eye. “So this is common? Like, having visions of tying someone up, and…punishing them is normal?”

“It’s a scene. It’s a controlled environment. Would you tie up anyone or punish them unwillingly?”

“No! No. No, I would never take complete control over someone.”

“So you’re saying with boundaries such as them agreeing to it, and giving you a way to know when they’ve had enough that is the only way you would punish someone?”

“Yes,” One syllable, and complete conviction. Curtis wouldn’t hurt anyone. “Why do you think I’m like that?”

Doc takes a deep breath. Both she and Curtis both know that time was nearing an end. “Sometimes it’s a lack of control in your own life. When there’s things we can’t control, you then want to find something that you can. Sometimes it’s because you have no outlet for your frustrations, and while you want to take them out on something or someone, you still want parameters and rules. The bigger question is why do you think that? Was it always there? Was there a break? Was it the porn you liked? A friend or girlfriend? Or was it the options I mentioned earlier? One thing I will say is there’s nothing wrong with you. You acknowledge you don’t want to hurt anyone, but there is an allure to the lifestyle. Make that be your homework. But I believe you want to get out of here early so you can set up to open the door. Do some self reflecting Mr. Everett. And I’ll see you next week.”

Curtis stands, leaning towards Doc to shake her hand, and heads towards the lobby. Waiting patiently for you. Just in case you needed help with the door, and if you didn’t, he was still going to help you. It was who he was, and you deserved to be treated like a princess. Most definitely you needed to be taken care of. Worshiped. And held until you weren’t afraid of your demons anymore. He wanted to do that for you because it’s what you deserved.

Seeing your little SUV pull in, and the big head of Teeny pop up made him even happier. You brought the puppy. And then you get out of your car. Coffee in tow, but also the bag he gifted you on your arm. And a leashed Teeny, so you were still in need of help.

He opens the door, and you don’t break contact with him. Even a small sliver of a smile, “Hi,” he nervously says, his eyes casting down your body for just a split second before ending on Teeny, “Hi to you, too.”

“Hey, Curtis,” you smile, pulling a bit on Teeny’s leash to head into Doc’s office.

The receptionist looks at Curtis with her mouth agape, and he nods his head with a smile. He got a hey and his name. You said his name. You said hey, but you said his name. You had said his name in public, and someone else heard it. She heard it, and she was still shocked.

“I’ll see you next week. Have a delightful rest of your day,” you had said his name. You said it and it was beautiful.

“I like Jacobean,” you almost shout at Curtis when he walks into the store. Armed with a notebook and a bag of things. “What is that?”

“I brought some wood samples with stain,” sitting down his things, you just know you’re going to feel like a complete idiot, but you didn’t care. It had to be said.

“I like cherry wood. It sounds cute, too. Jacobean stained cherry wood, no?”

“It sounds adorable,” he was beautiful. Gone was the jacket, when you first met him, and now short sleeves were exposing his thick sinewed arms. And every inch of his arms and most of his hands were covered in black ink, and you have to take a deep breath to not whimper.

Visions of him wrapping rope around your body, his bicep choking you while he thrusts into your abused cunt, “I’m sorry,” you pant. “Would you like some coffee?”

“Yeah, that would be nice,” he smirks. Why did he look that damn hot with a crooked smile? Did he know what you were thinking? Did he know that you had fantasies of him biting on your shoulder right before he came? Could he have any idea the vile and depraved thoughts you had running through your head about him?

Could almost feel his hand spank your backside, and curse about how you were taking his cock like a filthy little slut. How he had you screaming out his name and begging him to let you come. “You like cream and sugar?”

“Nope, just black,” his smile. His smile was perfection. You can feel the indentions of his teeth on your skin. Can feel his teeth nibbling on your clit. “You, okay?”

“I’m fine. Just tired,” lying seemed like the obvious thing to do. Curtis would think you were a freak, and you liked having him here.

“Uhh…why don’t you close down for the day? I can start down here, if you don’t mind. At least it would get some preliminary work done, and I won’t be a burden. Since you know what you want, it won’t take me long to get the lumber. And just have it closed for renovations.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m going to do that. Here’s the key to the shop. Just remember to lock up when you’re done,” it was stifling the thoughts that were annoyingly racing through your head. How were you supposed to function like this? This was insanity. You needed to let it all out. Denying yourself the urge to get off wasn’t healthy.

Waiting at the top of the stairs for Curtis to lock up, you leave Teeny on the couch, and go into your bedroom. Into the walk in closet, and open up a drawer and grab out a dildo, and stick it into the middle of your bedroom floor. Staring at it as you grab a few more things. You would let yourself get some frustrations out. Curtis was not going to have this much power over your mind or your pussy.

It would be absurd to mention this to Curtis. You add nipple clamps to your tits, seething when the rush of pleasurable pain rushes through you, and you lube up a butt plug. Curtis did not control you. He was too nice. He didn’t need your baggage. He didn’t want your baggage. He deserved the world. He deserved to be worshiped. To be treated like a king, and you his…queen didn’t sound right.

You slink to your knees, letting the dildo split you open. “Princess,” you whine, starting to bounce on the toy. It didn’t feel the same. There weren't thick, tatted arms groping you. Forcing you on how to move.

You liked the sound of Princess. King Curtis. You were beneath him. And you wanted him to show you how he owned every part of you. Wanted him to use you like you were his property. Like you were nothing more than wet warm flesh. And even that aftercare that Doc had mentioned didn’t sound too bad if it was with Curtis. Waking up to him kissing over your tender muscles. If only. For now, you would torture yourself because you could never have a man like Curtis.

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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 24

Summary: Mr. & Mrs. Steve Rogers’ wedding

Pairings:  Hayden Everett X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, sex in public, a bit of a breeding kink, conversations with Bucky, mentions of a toxic environment, mentions of abuse, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of therapy, 18+ ONLY

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“Steve,” you say softly as you open the door to the groomsman’s suite.  You look around the room, partially concerned that Bucky was going to be there, and mostly because you needed a moment with your brother.  He was making a huge change, and it was all for the better.

“It’s just me.  He hasn’t arrived.”

“I,” you shake your head, walking in quickly.  “I just wanted some time with just you, while we’re both single,” he lifts your hand, running his finger over your ring, and you fight back your tears.  “You like my dress?”

“I like your ring better,” you take a deep breath, and exhale quickly.  “You’re nerdy little fiancé asked me for permission to marry you,” you wipe your eyes, and start to ask him to stop.  “He was so happy.  Came to the apartment after he bought the ring.  You were upstairs sleeping.  He showed it to me.”

“Steven!  This is your day, don’t make this about me,” you give him a little pat, and wave your hands on your face.  “My makeup is finished and paid for, stop trying to mess this up.”

“I’m proud of you, Doll.  I know now that the MC for you wasn’t a good situation, and that’s putting it lightly.  I should have known that the girls that I was using as flesh that someone was doing that to you,” you bite at your lip, and look towards the floor, “We broke the cycle.  And you’re doing so much better than me.  You’re in school, you’re basically raising a daughter, you’ve got a house that you’re turning into a home, you’ve got a dog, and finance that has a practice, and you’re going to be an amazing wife, mother, and soon accountant.”

“Steve!  Stop,” he pulls you into his body, holding you tightly.  His hands running up and down your back.

“I’m so proud of us, Doll.  I didn’t invite them to make you uncomfortable.”

“I know.  Things were different with you and them.”

He pulls you back, his eyes scanning over your face, “You and Hayden can leave anytime that you want to.  I know you’re going to have Sailor for the rest of the weekend, but don’t feel like you have to stay.”

“Ugh,” you hit him a bit hard on his arm, “I won’t be leaving, you’re my brother, not theirs.  I’m happy and okay.  If anyone’s leaving it will be the MC.”

“And if there’s an argument.”

“There will not be.”

“I’m just saying.  Tulip doesn’t like Sailor around that, okay?  I know you will be fine, but you’re in charge of the baby.  And,” you give him a nod, whispering out a thank you.  “Alright, now get out of here.  Go help Tulip with Sailor, and I’ll see you in a few.”

You take a deep breath, trying to collect yourself when you spot your handsome fiancé.  Looking every bit like a dream, and your goodest boy with his bow tie on.  He walks up to you, dipping you down for a playful kiss.  Pulling away to giggle at each other, while Bucky turns to go back the way he came.  

He had told himself that he would talk to you, but he couldn’t do it right now.  He looks at the wall in front of him, hoping that you wouldn’t venture down this way, thinking of him as a coward.  He toes the ground a moment before, deciding he needed to go see Steve.  His chance to talk to you was already gone, and you were nowhere to be found.

Hayden pulls you into a bathroom, and starts pulling towels over to you.  Lifting you up to rest on the counter while he dabs at your tears, “What did Steve say to you?” You shake your head, but tap on your knee, needing a bit of Doodle’s warmth.  He lays his head on your knee, and you pet down his nose gently.  “Doll face, what did he say?”

“You asked him for permission to marry me?”

“Well, yeah.  He’s the only family you have left.  Ah!  Stop crying,” he pats your eyes dry, and leans to give you a sweet kiss, “Baby, please stop.”

“It’s such happy tears though.  You gave me as traditional a proposal as you could.  It’s one of my favorite things about you, you understand what I need without me telling you.”

“Because I love you, stupid,” he places his hands on either side of your body, and Doodle groans.  Standing up, only to turn his body away from his parents.  Placing his hand on the back of your head, he gives you a passionate kiss.  The moment your lips touch, your tongues intertwine with each other.  Tasting the beer that lingers in his mouth only makes you want more.

You pull at the hem of your skirt, spreading your thighs further apart, and he plants himself in between.  His hand drops Doodle’s leash, and the dog walks further away.  His back still towards you.  Hayden’s hand snakes up your thigh, pushing aside the gusset of your panties, “You’re wearing string.”

“Shut up,” you pull him back to you by his tie as two fingers push past your entrance, and you moan into his mouth.  Hands going to his pants, and you undo his belt.  Undoing his button, before you pull him out.  With your hand tight around his cock, you lean back on the counter.  Body pressed against the mirror, as Hayden pushes aside your string.

He sinks into your warmth quickly, and Doodle walks over to the other end of the bathroom.  Groaning, but never looking at you, “Trained him well,” Hayden whispers, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Shh, just fuck me,” you pant out.  Your hands gripping his ass, pushing him balls deep into your wet heat.  

“I am, stupid,” you giggle on his lips, and he races to finish quickly.  “People will know you're gone.”

“Then finish me,” Hayden growls, lifting you off the counter.  Jamming his hips up into you while you whimper on him.  “God, you look handsome in a suit.”

“And you look beautiful on my cock.  Too bad I can’t have my cum leaking down your leg.  You gotta look presentable,” he rolls his eyes, crashing his lips back into you, “But we’ll have a baby for a few days, and soon,” his hand presses up against your stomach, and you have to bring him back to your mouth.  Letting him muffle all your sweet sounds as your orgasm rushes into your core.  “Fuck,” he whispers on you, spurting into your cunt.

“Alright, down boy.  I gotta clean myself up.”

“You’re so dirty,” Hayden bites at your neck, lifting you off of him, and you both go to a toilet stall.

“And you’re so horny.”

“You were the one lifting your dress up.  And wearing strings.  What was I supposed to do?” He doesn’t see you smiling, and giggling, “Man, I just got a quickie at my fiancé’s brother’s wedding.  That was amazing,” Doodle groans again, his feet pawing at Hayden’s door.  “I’m sorry Dude.  Your mother is a sex fiend.”

“Shut up,” you say walking out of the stall.  Going to wash your hands, but looking at Hayden who walks behind you with your sweet boy.  “Should we wipe off the counter?”

“Nah, just look at it as getting blessed with your ass on it?”  You roll your eyes, heading to the door, “What?  Do I not get a kiss?”  Stopping at the door, you turn to kiss him.  “I love that you’ve got still a bit of that rebel in you.  You’re not good enough to get dicked down at your brother’s wedding.”

“Don’t go walking around looking like that then.”

“Wait! Does that mean I get a repeat later?” You shrug walking away.  “Doll!  Doll Rogers!  Don’t leave me hanging like that!  Doll!”

“Hayden!” Curtis shouts, poking his head out a door, “Shut up!” Hayden throws his hand up at him, walking Doodle outside to take his seat beside you.  There was no wedding party.  Just Steve and Tulip, and he likes it that way as he chases you out the door.

Bucky tries.  He really does.  He tries to pay attention before the ceremony, but you were just a couple rows in front of him.  You didn’t even turn around to see him come in.  Your head constantly leans over on that man beside you, leaning to the side to kiss on his neck.  Sometimes bending over to pet your dog.  

And when Curtis walks in, leaning down to help Sailor walk down the aisle, holding onto both of his hands, you squeal seeing the little baby.  Picking her up to raise above your head, and bringing her down to smooch all over her squishy face.  Sailor’s couple of teeth shiny and bright as she smiles with her mouth wide open.  

You pull her to her chest, and give her a big hug as she gurgles, “Memememememe.”

Curtis takes a seat beside you, playing with the baby’s curls, but then she reaches for Hayden, and he gets to see the profile of your face.  You looked peaceful.  Serene as you beam at Sailor in his arms.  Bucky feels his breathing pick up, as he starts to have a panic attack.  

“JB,” Ari playfully says as he sits down, and you turn around to look at the two of them, giving them a kind smile, before you are back looking at Sailor.  The baby yawns as she goes to lay down on Hayden’s chest.  

“Would you look at that,” Ari whispers.  The two of them viewing you lay down on his shoulder, staring at your niece as she slowly closes her eyes.  “She looks good.”

“She always does.”

“Fine, she looks different.  Wonder who the dweeb is?”

“Her boyfriend that’s a doctor.”

“Ooh,” Ari looks over at Bucky with a smile, “She definitely raised her standards.  Doll dating a doctor.  Who knew this was her future when she was fucking around with both of us,” Bucky elbows him in the side, “Oh, don’t be like that.  I’m only joking.  Geeze, you should seriously leave that alone.”

Curtis leans behind you, whispering something in Hayden’s ear, and Ari tilts his head looking at the interaction, “Why does Curtis know him?”

“It’s his little brother.”

“Haha,” Ari chuckles, “Man, he did you dirty.  Took her away from the MC and right into his brother’s arm.  Ow,” Ari groans as Bucky’s elbow goes back into his ribs.  “Stop doing that.  Come on, JB.  That girl was too good and smart for you anyways.  Look at her all shiny and happy.  Wearing a color besides black.  And I hate to break it to you, that is in their future.”

“What?” Bucky spins to look at him.

“That.  Watch her lookup at him.  She’s basically begging for him to fuck one of those in her.”

You lift up off of Hayden, whispering something in his ear, and your left hand presses against his cheek, and Bucky struggles to breathe again.  A pretty diamond shining on your finger, before you go to stand.  Walking down the center aisle, and stopping right beside them.

“Hey, guys, I don’t know if you know this, but you’re not that far away from me.  I hear everything that you’re saying.  That is Hayden, my fiancé, and yes, I’m very much in love.  And by the way Ari, yes, one day he will give me one of those things called babies.  Now if you would please, stop talking about me, okay?” Bucky gulps looking up at you.  He’d seen you mad before, but now there was a calmness in your fury, making you that much more terrifying.  “Can you please just quit talking about me?”

“Yeah, of course, darling,” Ari nods his head, and you look over at Bucky.  Raising your eyebrows you wait on him to nod, before you thank them, and walk back to the front.  Reaching for the sleeping baby, and Hayden wraps his arm tightly around you.  Doodle even lays his head on your knee, while you count to ten.  Steadying your breathing.

Hayden kisses you on your forehead, his eyes glancing back at the two of them, and Curtis swats at his arm, and he looks back to the front.  Waiting for the ceremony to be over with.

You watch Howard and Tara dance around with Sailor, as your eyes drift around the dance floor, Hayden has gone to grab some drinks and relieve Doodle, leaving you with your thoughts on your own wedding.  You did really want to get married in the Everett’s backyard.  That treehouse as a backdrop, and maybe even some chipmunks.  

You smile and wave at your giggling niece, and how happy Howard and Tara were.  Curtis was dancing with one of Tulip’s friends, and you lean back in your chair.  Smiling at how Steve and Tulip just couldn’t quit looking at each other.  Looking every bit like the newlyweds; happy and so in love.

Getting a tap on your shoulder when the song turns slow, you look up to see Bucky, “Care to dance?”

“I don’t want to,” you look back around.  Trying to ignore him.

“Please?”

“Why, so you can make crude remarks about me?”

“Ah, to be fair, that was Ari,” you turn to glare at him, “Doll, please.  I just want to dance.”

“No, you want to talk,” Bucky shrugs, grimacing at you, and he looks back at the dance floor, “You won’t be alone.”

“Fine,” you answer shortly, going to stand up as you walk to the edge of the floor, waiting for Bucky to grab your hand and waist.  “What?   Going to visit my future in-laws for Halloween, hoping to see me, wasn't enough?”

“Curtis told you?”

“He tells me everything.  He’s my best friend.  And no, we’ve never fucked.”

Bucky slowly nods, moving you around the floor, and you try not to look at him with such contempt, “What do you want to talk about?”

“That’s it?  We’re done?”

“Bucky, do you even remember me going to the clubhouse to talk to you?  And the only thing you could do was grope me and try to kiss me?  Or were you too fucking high and drunk?”

“I remember.”

“I worked my ass off to get where I am.  To get where I was then, I worked my ass off.  I cried every fucking day.  I hurt so much emotionally, but physically.  I faced my past and my demons head on, and I hoped to go back to find you doing the same thing, but you were wallowing in your filth.  And to top it off, you were fucking the girl that caused me to get my ass spanked in front of the entire MC.  So yeah, I was done.  And even that hurt to let you go, so don’t you go blaming Curtis and Hayden for anything Bucky.  This was between me and you, and we were toxic for each other.”

“I’m sober.”

“I’m proud of you, but that doesn’t change anything,” Hayden looks around at your table confused, but with one look at the dance floor, he stops.  Taking a deep breath, before sitting down.  He wasn’t worried about your loyalty.  He knew that this encounter was inevitable.  It was needed.

“We’re not the same Bucky.  That summer, and the years after where we were just fucking around, they’re over.  They’re done.  It’s our past,” Bucky starts to speak, and you push your hand up against his mouth.  “I’m not going back to that time.  I’m not going back to the MC.  I’m happy where I’m at.  You may look at Hayden and see a ‘dweeb’, but let me tell you, that man is amazing.  He was patient with me when I was too scared to have sex with him.  He makes me laugh everyday.  He encourages me, and he believes in me.  That man comes home to me everyday, and I never worry about what whore he’s been with.  Don’t have to worry about coming home to see some slut sneaking out of our bedroom.  He loves me.  Like true love.”

“I loved you.”

“Even you can’t say you love me,” Bucky looks at you confused, shaking his head with tears in his eyes, “You used past tense, JB,” hearing your secret name for him, he lets a tear break through his waterline, and you wipe it away with a finger.  “I loved you, too.  I was never in love with you like I am him.  He’s my right now and my always, JB.  I’m not going back.  I’m sorry, I can’t give you that part of me.”

“After all we’ve been through?”

“Bucky, we didn’t survive what we’d been through.  I was drowning in that place, and you didn’t see it.  If it wasn’t for Curtis, I would have died there.  I never thought I could love again, and I love that man so much.  Hayden is my everything.  And I’m not even sorry about it.  I’m sorry that you think that I’m that person for you.  I’m not, and deep down you know I’m not,” his lip trembles, and he brings you closer, letting his chin rest on your shoulder.

“I don’t want you to suffer, but I need you to know that I can’t be that for you.  I did the work.  I came that day to see if there was anything left, and there wasn’t.  You wanted me to leave to find myself, thinking I was always going to go back to you.  Living in filth, and fucking whatever snatch you could pull into your room.  I was celibate.  I couldn’t even think about sex, and how many girls did you have underneath you?”

“They were faceless.  I just pretended they were you,” you push him off you, and start to pull away, but he holds tight to your hips.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?  You and Ari are the same.  Always need someone to get your dick wet.  If you really loved me, you would have waited.  You would have put in the work to be a good partner for me.  And you would have left the MC because you knew I didn’t want to be there, but you couldn’t.”

“Please, I’m sorry.”

“That doesn’t change anything, Bucky.  God, there is no us,” Curtis stands up from behind Hayden, needing to pull you away, but Hayden tugs at his arm, telling him to just trust you.  “I want you to have what I have with Hayden.”

“If it’s not you, I won’t.”

“Bucky, it’s not happening.  I’m marrying that man.  We have a home together, and he…he’s going,” you look down at the floor, when you start to cry, “He’s going to make me a mother.”

“Because I couldn’t?”

“Bucky, we didn’t need Luna.  I wouldn’t want her to grow up in the MC.”

“Doll, please.”

“I loved her, but she wasn’t supposed to be born.  She was spared the life that I had.  My daughter won’t know the pain I knew as old ladies taught me how it’s always the men.  Everything I did was supposed to be for the men.  If they cheat, it’s their right.  If they hit you, you deserved it.  If they fucking rape you, it’s your fault.  Luna didn’t deserve that, just like I didn’t.  Bucky, let me go, but do it for you.  I had to let you go, so I could love myself.  And when I learned to do that, I got something I never thought I would.  A family.  People who love me.  And now a Hayden, my dweeb.  The man, I don’t deserve, but I won’t push him away for all the money in the world.  I’m holding him tight, because he is my future.  And I want that for you.  I love you, but I can’t love you the way you want me to,” standing on your tiptoes, you give him a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“Goodbye James Buchanan Barnes.  I hope one day to see you around at one of Sailor’s birthdays.  And I hope you find the happiness that you deserve.”

“What if…what if I don’t deserve that?”

Pressing your hand against his cheek, he feels the chill off your ring, and sighs, “You do.  When you’re in your right mind, you were the best.  But for me, I did find better.  You have so much love to give, give it to the right person.  Even if that means you have to leave what you think you love.  Maybe that place is just toxic.  It was for me, Steve, and Curtis.  Bye JB,” you pull his hands off of you, and turn to walk towards Hayden.

With Curtis now holding onto Doodle’s leash, Hayden meets you halfway.  His arms wrap tight around you, and he rests his head on yours.  Looking over at Bucky, and he gives him a quick nod, before Hayden pulls you up to look at him with your chin.  Giving you the most gentle of kisses before smiling at you, “Let’s get Sailor and head home, okay?  I could use some snuggles.”

“Yeah, me, too.  We should tell the bride and groom bye though.”

Going to turn away, Hayden pulls you back close, “Hey, I love you.”

“I’m in love with you, Hayden Elias Everett.  Can we like bump the wedding up a few months?  I don’t want to wait.”

“Me neither,” he whispers, pressing his lips against you.  You felt relief.  It wasn’t an easy conversation, but one that you needed.  Able to cut the last thread that tied you to the MC.  Knowing deep down that you and Bucky both needed that.

Bucky clenches his jaw watching you and Hayden before storming out of the reception.  Throwing a leg over his bike as Curtis stands in front of him, “You and that stupid dog need to move.”

“Hey!  Doodle didn’t do anything to you.”

“No, but you sure did.  You took her away from me, and right into his arms.”

“That’s what you think happened?  Buck, I took her to my father who is a therapist.  One I didn’t even talk to, but she needed help.  Do you remember that day?  Do you remember Ari beating her ass, before he threw her on the floor to square up with you?  She was fucking rocking in the floor, covering her ears.  That girl was willing to throw herself at everyone so she didn’t have to face reality.  Used her fucking cunt as a way to not think.  Do you even know half the shit that went on with her in the MC?  Do you even know why Bruce made that lame ass claim of her stealing?”

Bucky shakes his head no, resting both his feet on the ground, “Why do you think he wasn’t invited?” Bucky’s eyes go large looking at him, thinking about your words, and what the old ladies had taught you, “Yeah.  He was attempting to take what he wasn’t given, until I walked in.  Remember how he had a fucking black eye?  Yeah, I had to get him off her somehow.  And then he assaulted her again by telling Ari.  Questioning his leadership that led to her beating.  You see, it’s a cesspool there.  He patched out, didn’t he?”

With a nod of Bucky’s head, Curtis shrugs, “He couldn’t bear to look at you.  You deserve more than that place,” Curtis reaches his hand in his pocket, pulling out a card, and hands it off to Bucky.

“What’s this?”

“That’s my appointment time.  Doc, she uh, she does good work.  She’s been helping me deal with some shit,” Curtis sighs.  It was the first person besides you that he admitted to seeking outside help.

“Your dad’s a therapist.”

“Yeah, so is my brother.  You think I want to talk to them about my sister’s death?  About the many times I failed with her and Doll?  I don’t think you realize the shit Doll dealt with because she thought that was her duty.  It’s not my story to tell.  Go see Doc though.  She’s good people.  I can miss an appointment.”

Bucky looks down at the card, running his finger over it, but hands it back to Curtis, “I can’t afford to keep this up.”

“Leave the MC.  I’m currently living with Doll and my brother.  Sometimes bounce back to the parents’ when they need some alone time.  I do honest work, and make an honest living.  You get out, I’ll pay for your appointments.”

“Why do you want to do this?”

“Doll and Steve see the good in you.  So do I.  Don’t let tragedy ruin you, Buck.  That appointment’s already paid for.  At least give her a try.  For me?” Bucky shakes his head no, kicking his bike on, “For Luna.”

He looks over at Curtis trying to hold back his tears.  “Hearing all that about Doll, and you think your unborn daughter needed to grow up in that environment?”

“No.”

“Do it for Luna.  Please?”

“One appointment,” Bucky gives Curtis a nod, and pets on Doodle’s head, and the dog’s tongue lags out of his mouth, “Tell her I loved her, too.”

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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 20

Summary: the final part of Christmas, and the birth of Sailor Rogers

Pairings:  Hayden X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, the beginnings of a breeding kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.4K

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“Doll,” Hayden whispers as he kisses down the expanse of your body.  “Doll, it’s Christmas,” he giggles a bit before blowing a raspberry on your lower belly, and you push him away from you with your hand.  “Nope, you will wake up.”

“I need caffeine,” you whine, still not opening your eyes, instead rolling to your belly, but that doesn’t stop Hayden.  Throwing his leg over you, he settles down on your ass, “Ouf, get off me.  Haydes, I need tea.”

“You need this,” the heel of his hand presses into your back, and he gives you a massage.  You moan at the feeling, and Hayden gulps, your ass was right at his crotch, and he would never say anything to you, but you were driving him crazy.  He wanted things to go at your pace, but he was aching.  

“Mmm, Hay-den,” this is not what he needed to hear, but you were enjoying it.  It was an odd sense of trying to figure out what to do.  “Hayden, it feels so good.”

“You two are gross.  I was coming in here to wake you up, and…”

“It’s a damn massage,” you throw a pillow, and miss Curtis completely.  “Now, leave.  Make me tea.”

“No,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest.  “You need to get up.  Hayden, you need to get something ready.”

“Oh!  That’s right,” he hops off of you, and runs towards the door, getting a quick fist bump from Curtis.

“What was that?” Curtis shrugs, starting to leave the room.  “Uh-uh, you and him constantly are doing that or high fiving.  What is it?”

“I’m just proud the little dude is getting someone worth having, alright?  Is that so bad?  Now, go wake up your brother.  Mom is ready to spoil Tulip again.  I shutter to think what she’ll do when one of us starts to give her a grandchild,” you stop your movements, giving him an odd look.  “I mean, she refers to you as her child.  Not that you and Hayden need to have a child.”

“Right.  Right, that was completely how I took it,” Curtis raises his eyebrow as you start to walk away, and grabs your arm, “What?”

“But you two would make pretty babies,” you jab him in his side, and he chuckles as you watch down the hall.  “You know it’s true!  Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it,” without turning around, you hold up your middle finger walking to wake your brother up.

They were adorable.  Still fast asleep and spooned up against the other.  Steve’s hand rests on her large belly, and even Sailor gives her temporary home a roll and a kick.  It was like she knew her dad was holding her.  You and Steve might not have the best relationship, but you were proud of him.  

He had his own set of issues with the MC, and he came out on top.  Had recently been looking around the neighborhood for a garage to open up his own business.  Ready to move to the suburbs, and be a husband.  That little ring on Tulip’s finger just glistened in the first morning light.  

“Steve.  Tulip,” you whisper, and her eyes open immediately.  “That was quick.”

“I don’t sleep well anymore.  Miss Ma’am takes up a lot of room, and I don’t think I can make it another month,” she groans, going to sit up, and Steve wakes, helping her to sit up.  And he gives her the most tender kisses on her shoulders.  “You ma’am, need to quit moving so much.  I swear, she’s just like you already, Doll.”

“I told you to quit saying that,” Steve gives you a smile, and you walk closer to feel your niece moving around.  You loved this.  Had worried that Tulip might find it annoying with all the hands over her, but thankfully Steve seemed to be the type that would advocate for her when she had reached her stopping point.  “She does have your lips though.”

“Oh, stop it,” you bashfully say.  Holding onto the belly, while Sailor rolls around.  Steve’s eyes glance behind you as he watches Hayden, but you’re only worried about the baby.  “One of these days, I’m going to give you a cousin to love on.”

Hayden never stops staring at you.  He had decided weeks ago that he would marry you.  He knew that when you were ready, you would make the most beautiful and perfect family for both of you.  He couldn’t wait, even though he rather enjoyed this discovery that he’s doing with you.  Everyday was something new.  He happens to catch Steve’s gaze, and his cheeks go all rosey.  

Steve nods his head smiling.  He remembers that with his Tulip.  Things happened so quickly with her, and while he wants to see his sister just as happy as him, he hopes this new kid takes his time.  “Uh, I got your tea ready.”

“Sailor, your uncle Hayden is a smart man,” you gulp, realizing you said that out loud, but you also don’t want to back down now.  Tulip gives you a kind smile, she knows how quickly you were falling.  “Now, we’ve got to go check and see if the cookies that uncle Curtis left out are gone.  But first, warm tummies, and caffeine in my system.”

Hayden grabs at your hand as you walk past, sliding it to wrap around your waist.  This was already shaping up to be the best Christmas that you can remember.  The house looked like it was made of gingerbread, and there was so much love.  There might not be a ton under the tree, but just having everyone there, and knowing next year there would be a little baby to share it with.

“I think there’s a couple more presents for you, sweetheart,” Tara gives a wink to her youngest son, and he jumps up to get his present.  Walking a small little bag over to you, and you give him a questioning look.

“Just open it,” still looking at him, your hand touches on a piece of paper and you pull it out to see a picture of a golden retriever, and you’re back to looking at him, “She’s having puppies.  I thought…I wanna adopt a dog with you.  I’ve already got some schooling lined up for the puppy, but if you don’t want to do that, I did get you a really nice blanket.”

“But we don’t live together.  And after school…you’re wanting to move back here, and — are you moving back in with your parents?”

“No.  No, um…dad?” You look over at Howard, he slaps a hand over his face.  “I’m kinda drowning over here.  You wanna help me out?”

“Honey, why don’t you open this up, before we go on to another gift,” she hands you an envelope from Bunker College, but you still felt you were missing something.  “This came in the other day.

Slowly you open the thick envelope.  Staring at the acceptance letter.  You and Howard had sent off your application weeks ago.  Choking on your tears when you look up at Howard and Tara, “I got in,” Tara does a little cheer as she starts picking up the discarded wrapping paper.  “But…”

“Now, here’s this,” Howard says, handing over a homemade scholarship with your name on it.  “I know that money has been a concern for your schooling.  But…”

“I can’t accept this.”

“You will.  This is money that we’ve been sitting on.  It was,” he looks over at his wife, who moves closer to him, grabbing his hand.  “It was Jessie’s.  Each of our children had a college fund, and she never used hers past one semester.  It just didn’t seem right to use it on ourselves, so it sat there.  It feels right to use it now.”

Your fingers tap over Hayden’s leg, and you go to get up, but sit back down, “If you need to go to the back porch,” Howard starts, but you shake your head.  “The school isn’t far from here.  You and Hayden, if he wants, are more than welcome to stay here, but with the leftover money, and then a bit more, we did something.”

“Howard, Tara, no,” you’re unsure exactly what they did, but with the look he was giving you, it was spending more money.

“I know it’s sudden, but the leftover and a bit more, not much was used…look at it as a loan.  You can pay it all back, after you graduate.  You can let Hayden move in if you’d like,” he holds up a key, and your vision goes blurry.  “Sweetheart, I don’t think you’ve realized how much you have repaired our family.  Curtis,” Howard looks over at him, and Curtis’ hand rubs over his neck.

“I’m moving back in here.  You didn’t even mention that I wasn’t wearing a cut.  Merry Christmas,” walking over to you, he gives you a kiss to your head, “And thank you,” he rubs on your hand, “Moving back here is only temporary.  Gotta find another house for sale.”

“We needed you more than you needed us.  You’re never going to take Jessie’s place.  But you gave us hope.  You showed us a daughter’s love.  And no amount of money could ever thank you for that.  My husband and son have a relationship again, and I’ve never seen my baby happier.”

“I…” you try to breathe.

“Doll, let’s go outside,” Steve stands up, and pulls at your hand.  Even though you enjoyed Hayden’s warmth, you couldn’t breathe.  Heaving as he leads you to the back porch, even grabbing up a blanket for you.  Opting to sit in the swing instead of the steps, he wraps an arm around you.  “They love you.”

“No one has ever been that kind to me.”

“Yeah, we suck,” he chuckles.  Your eyes focus on the falling snow, while you try and process everything.  “They asked me first.  You know, what I thought about all that.  Doll, you deserve this.  After all you’ve been through, and all that you can do, take it.”

“I just…I feel I’m taking advantage of them if I do.”

“Really?” You turn to look at him, but quickly move your head to rest on his shoulder.  “The Everett's, they're not going to do anything for someone that isn’t appreciative.  They were just sitting on that money.  They were all broken in their own way after Jessie, and they needed this, too.  Curtis got to save you, when everything he tried didn’t work with Jessie.  Howard and Curtis are talking again.  Tara is getting to have these sweet moments that she didn’t with her daughter.  She’s getting to teach you how to cook, and Doll, they’re happy.  Let them have this, and do this for you.”

“They bought me a house.”

“Sounded like they want you to pay for what wasn’t spent with the college fund.”

“A house I have wanted for a family,” you finally look at Steve, not ashamed to look away anymore.  “How did you know that Tulip was the one?”

“She makes me laugh and smile.  Makes me think about the future.  Made me want this,” his head flicks over to the house.  “I never wanted a girl past what was in between her legs.  I know it’s gross, and I should have seen that’s how someone could see you, but I didn’t think about it.  I cared about Tulip.  She didn’t give me what I wanted.  She gave me what I needed.  Someone to talk to. Someone to plan with, and learn with.  Kinda like that stupid kid, huh?”

“He’s different.  I loved Bucky.  Part of me always will.  But the way I feel for Hayden is different.  It’s fast in ways, but slow in others.  It isn’t a fast and hard relationship; it’s tender and sweet, and Steve,” you take a deep breath, ready to speak it into existence, “I wanna marry him.  Not tomorrow or anything.  But I want that dog with him.  I want that house with him.  Make memories there with him and our dog.  Me to finish school, and I know he’s going to be so proud of me.  I want this simple and sweet wedding, and he carries me over the threshold, and then I want to make babies with him.  Fill that house up with babies that are noisy and sticky, and…it’s fast and not fast enough with us.  I want everything with Hayden.  I want our first argument about which place to order pizza from to be in that house.  And I want to decorate it every season, and I want to make him proud of me.”

“Oh, Doll, he is.  He’s so proud of you.  And I’m pretty sure he wants all that with you, too.  You should have seen his face when he was watching you hold the bump.  He’s in love with you, and you deserve that white picket fence, and two point five kids, your soccer mom car, and a to go tea cup in your hand.  You’re going to make the best wife and mother someday, but just…take your time.  There’s no rush.  I mean, a dog, a house, and going to school. That's a big deal, but if anyone can do it, it’s you.  Now, put the Everett’s out of their misery, and accept that gift, that way we can check the inside of this famous Doll house.”

You and Hayden run into the apartment, cheeks heated and noses cold from the wind.  Ice skating was interesting.  Both of you were horrible, but you laughed every time that you would fall down, making for a fun afternoon.  Slinging off your coat, and slipping off your shoes you move more into the apartment, ready to get on something that wasn’t sodden with ice.  “No!” Hayden screeches when you close the door to the bathroom.

“Doll face, let me in.  It’s very rude to waste water, and if we’re together,” his head presses up against the door when he hears the water turn on.  “My ass is cold, too.  You’re such a tease,” you choose to ignore him as you wash your body.  You need a moment to think.  Rubbing the washcloth over your chilled skin, you wonder if you should be trying to talk yourself out of what you were feeling.

He was your boyfriend.  You wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, and things were perfect today.  He was quickly approaching the end of his year with Harvard, and was graduating.  You had made plans to move in together afterwards.  Taking your puppy into your dream house.  He still mumbles on the side of the door, and it makes you giggle.

Hayden never pressured you for anything more than what you were comfortable with, and you were more than comfortable with him.  Forgoing drying off, you grab one of his button up shirts out of the hamper, and swing the door wide open.  He might have been whining to shower with you, but he managed to get everything off, but his jeans, and put a hoodie back on.

“It was cold.  My nipples are very hard.  Feel them,” looping a finger into his belt loop, you pull him closer to you.  Your chest already heaving with your deep breaths, and he undoes the first button on his shirt.  “Your nipples look cold, too,” when you don’t respond his hands fall to his side, and you undo his belt buckle.  Letting you navigate the next movements, “We don’t have to do this.”

“I want to,” unbuttoning his pants, Hayden’s hips poke forward and closer to you, and you find yourself arching into him.  It felt right.

“You don’t need to do this.”

“I.  Want.  To,” you reaffirm.  You hadn’t been more sure of anything in your life.  You wanted this.  You wanted all of Hayden.

“You’re sure?” You smile at him with a little giggle, nodding your head, and he pulls at your hips, bringing them right to his body.  His hands glide down your back, following your curves.  Moving back up, he starts to slowly undo each button before holding the shirt out on either side of you.  “You look good in my shirt.”

“I’m glad,” you whisper out.  Your breathing catching in your throat with the way he looks over your body.

“It’ll look better on the floor though,” his hands go to cup your ass, and he lifts you up.  Letting you wrap your legs around his waist as he walks you into the bedroom.  Gently laying you down, he shimmies out of his pants, and throws his hoodie into the floor.  Pushing that button up off your body, he picks it up, and lets it drop to the floor, “See?”

“Hayden, I love you.”

“I love you,” he says before crawling over top of you.  His knee goes in between your thighs, and even the slightest touch makes you whimper out his name.  “It’s not that I didn’t want to,” he starts pulling off of your lips with a pop, “I have wanted to.”

“And now, your girlfriend is ready.  Hayden, I’m ready,” Hayden crashes his lips into yours, moaning when you grind over his thigh.  You pull him down closer to you, and moan out his name when his cock is heavy on your thigh.  

He lifts off of you, sitting up to fist his cock, and you spread your legs wider, “You’re sure?”

“So sure,” whispering because you’re afraid this was all a dream.  Your fingers feel over your slit, and there was no preparation needed.  You were soaked, ready to take him for the first time.  “Hayden.”

He brings his body lower as he lines himself up.  Eyes dark and full blown with lust, and he doesn’t even know what he wants to watch.  You looked so pretty laying there in anticipation, and your cunt looked so damn inviting.  He watches as his tip glistening with precum rubs over your bundle of nerves, sliding it down until he breaches your entrance, and his eyes float back to look at you.

Slowly pushing through your velvety walls, and you cling to his arms.  Hayden doesn’t stop until he’s balls deep, and panting over top of you.  Your hands move to pet over his face gently.  Your thumb tracing over his trembling lip, “Haydes, you okay?”

“Yeah.  Yep.  Yes, this…this was worth the wait.  Yep.  God, you feel — yeah, wow.”

“We don’t have anything planned for tomorrow.  We can go all night.”

“Yep.  Wait, I didn’t get a condom.  Fuck,” your grab at his waist, and shake your head, “What?”

“We got tested.  I’ve got an IUD.  We’re safe.”

“Right.  Yeah, we’re safe,” he drags himself out of you, and slides in even slower.  “Doll, I’m gonna marry you.”

“You’re not asking me, are you?”

“No.  Not unless this is how you want to be asked,” you giggle at him, and shake your head no.  “Okay, yeah, I’m not asking.  It would be weird, and somehow romantic to ask you while I’m inside of you.”

“Shh,” you whisper, lifting off the bed to kiss him.  Your hand presses over his heart, and you realize why he’s talking like this, “Every part of me is yours, Hayden Elias Everett, and I’m not going anywhere.  So please, calm down before you have a heart attack.”

“Okay,” movements after your words are smooth.  Giggles still happen as you switch positions.  Especially when you knock on his shoulder, pushing him to lay on the bed.  Going to straddle him, and he stares up at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world.  His fingers digging into your supple skin.  He couldn’t get enough of you.  

Working your body over him, but you weren’t close enough, so he pulls you down to him.  Sucking on your lip, while he stabs up into you.  The two of you finally become one, and you know even without a ceremony of marriage, that he was yours.  Bonding your souls in this moment, and there would never be another.  

You lean back, using your hands to keep you upright, and give him the view of his lifetime.  His eyes move from your face, to your tits, and then to where you connect.  Your cute little clit needing some stimulation, and he gives you that relief.  Smooth circles over your nub, while he watches his goddess.  You were magnificent.  He couldn’t even put into words how amazing you were.  “Cupcake feels amazing and Pumpkin loves my touch.”

“They both love your touch, Haydes.”

The two of you are in a different dimension despite the amount of times your phone was going off.  Nothing else mattered but you and Hayden.  This was a new start to your life with him, and you couldn’t wait to do it again and again and again.

“Dammit, Doll,” Curtis slings his phone over on the seat of the car as he rushes to yours and Hayden’s apartment.  Steve had quit calling him, but now Steve couldn’t because he was holding his girlfriend’s hand while your niece was being delivered.

“What could possibly be more important than Sailor being born?  Even mom and dad are already at the hospital,” he grumbles to himself.  He looks up at the apartment window, and it sure looked like you were home, “If there’s anything wrong with her.”

Curtis gives a nod to the doorman, and can’t get to the apartment fast enough.  Even receiving a picture of the newborn from Steve.  Serves you right for not picking up the phone.  He doesn’t even knock, just uses his key to get in, and he realizes quickly what was so important.  Clothes sporadically on the floor, and the barely closed door, your moans and bed squeaks, makes him turn around the opposite direction.

“Ahem.”

“Oh shit,” you get off of Hayden, and pull the covers up around you, “It’s not what it looks like?” Even you don’t believe the lie, and Hayden chuckling doesn’t help.

“You mean, you’re not really fucking my brother.”

“No.”

“Not right now you’re not, but before I cleared my throat you weren’t?  You know refusal to answer is not helping your case.”

“Why are you here?” Hayden asks, kissing along your sweaty skin again.  You don’t know how you weren’t beyond exhausted.  It had been a long evening, and night.  Looking over at the clock, you realize it was becoming a long morning.  “It’s in the middle of the night.”

“Was this the first time?  Or was it like eight hours ago?  Because Steve and I have been trying to call you.  You have a niece,” you fall out of the bed trying to get clothes, and you turn back around to apologize to Hayden.

“I’m sure this was a perfect stopping point,” standing up, he wraps his arms around your waist, “I’m sure you…”

“Get fucking dressed and let’s go!  Stop with your fucking pillow talk.  Damn, I’ll grab some Tylenol, I’m sure you’re going to be sore and tender.  Geeze, you’d think you two have never had sex before,” while you might have, there was nothing that compared to the way that Hayden made you feel.  He was adding to your happiness, and it was the happiest of feelings ever.

You all but run down the hall ready to meet this perfect angel.  Opening up the door to see Tara holding the baby all snug, while Howard stares down at her, “She is the sweetest little guppy,” his voice cracking with every word. Tulip looks up at you, and snorts.  You were positively glowing.  Clothes that didn’t even match and they were not properly buttoned, hair a mess, and Hayden didn’t look any better.

“Rough night?”

“Tulip delivered a baby, and looks better than you,” Steve rolls his eyes.  He hated thinking about you in that way.  “Now, you gotta fight Nini and…?”

“Poppy,” Howard answers, but never looks away from Sailor.  “But if she wants to call me something else, she’s allowed to.  Look at her,” he finally glances up at you, and Hayden and rolls his eyes, “She’s perfect.  Tara, let Doll hold her newest relative, and we’ll go do a coffee and tea run.  I’m sure some of us need some caffeine.”

Walking closer, you let Tara hand off the baby, and you coo down at her sweet face.  She really was perfect.  You pet around her skin, and wonder how something so pure could ever happen in this world.  

“Dude,” Curtis whispers, smacking at Hayden’s stomach.  “You keep looking at her, like you want to put your own baby in her.”

“She looks good like that.”

“I’m guessing you two just had sex for the first time, so maybe lay off being a horny bastard, okay?  Now, go hold your niece, and let's see if she gets all hot and bothered.  You two are going to unleash some breeding kink seeing each other hold a baby.”

“Not yet.  But one day,” he says, walking over to you.  Pressing a kiss onto your temple, and you offer her up to be held, “Doll, you take all the time you need, baby.  I know how much you’ve waited to hold her,” and you had.  You waited a long time to hold onto a beautiful baby girl, but you were not prepared for this.  Even her being just your niece was overwhelming.  You didn’t realize how much you could love someone you just met.  You heart bursting with adoration for this beautiful baby.

“Steve, Tulip, she’s perfect,” a sweet moment, slightly ruined by Curtis walking by to give a high five to Hayden.

“Seriously?  That’s why you wouldn’t answer your phone?” Your brother glares at you.

“Wook at dis sweet wittle baby, Stevie.  You did such a good job of making dis beautiful angel,” Steve rolls his eyes at you, but all it takes is for Tulip to place a calming hand on his arm, and he’s back to relaxing.

“You look happy,” she mouths at you, and you respond with a nod.  Looking down at the precious babe, and you lean over on Hayden.  You knew that one of these days, that this was going to be you and him.  But for now, you’re just going to enjoy this moment.  It was simple.  It was a dream.  And yes, it was perfect.

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