#hayden x doll

[hopesworlld]

౨ৎ sweet like marabou, look at you

౨ৎ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 — sugardaddy!hayden x sugarbaby!reader

౨ৎ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 — hayden can't handle the thought of anyone seeing you without covering you in his marks

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 — 2k

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — swearing, ownership, possesive!hayden, smut ( dirty talk, hickeys, oral sex f receiving, overstimulation, mention of sex ) hayden calls reader a whore a couple times. think that's all !

౨ৎ 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 ! — oh this concept has me screaming, crying and ripping my hair out

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“what do you think you are wearing?” hayden hissed, crossing the room in two short strides so that he was stood before you, eyes falling onto the black dress that clung to your frame, it was strapless and only fell to about mid thigh, the hem and neckline decorated with pretty white tulle. 

“my new dress,” you hummed, running your fingers along the black fabric, glossy lips twisted into a ditzy little smile, “don’t you like it, daddy?” 

“you wanna wear this out?” hayden asked you, “let everyone see you dressed up like a little whore?” he scoffed and your eyes went wide, a flush spattering across your bare chest. 

“no, daddy,” you spluttered, “it’s just pretty i… i thought you would like it,” you pouted, eyes falling down to your feet that were clad in pretty black heels. hayden sighed, reaching out and pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head back up so that you were facing him, tears glossing your doe eyes. 

“baby doll,” he said, rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip, brushing the pout from your petal lips, “it is pretty, but some of you is only for daddy, don’t need the other guys at the office seeing those pretty thighs,” his free hand ran down your side, landing on your thigh and squeezing it gently. “i’ve seen how they look at you when you come to my office in your little skirts, hoping that you’ll bend over and give them a show,” you whimpered at his words, shaking your head slightly in his grasp. 

“don’t want them though, daddy, want you, only you,” you told him and hayden grinned, leaning in and brushing a featherlight kiss on your lips. 

“i know, baby,” he told you, “daddy treats you so well, huh, could never leave me, you would be so lost,” he chuckled, kissing you again, laughing louder when you chased his lips, pouting when he pulled away and smirking at you. “tell me, baby doll, tell me what you need,” hayden prompted, sapphire eyes piercing as he watched you swallow, gazing up at him as though he had hung the moon and the stars. 

“you, always you, daddy,” you said softly, “need you to look after me, protect me from people who try and take advantage of me,” you continued, parroting the words that hayden had once whispered into your hair after bending you over his desk and spanking you until your cheeks were stained crimson when he noticed you chatting for just a little too long with one of his coworkers. he always knew best. 

“good girl,” anakin said, taping your cheek with his palm, “always so good listening to daddy,” he praised, “now we have to leave in a minute so you are gonna let me mark up those pretty thighs so that when everyone see’s you in this dress they know that you belong to me,” he demanded, and you were in no position to tell him no, not when you heard the low timbre of his voice, how he looked at you with those pretty blue eyes, as beautiful as they were hypnotic. you wanted him to claim you, show everyone at his office party that you were his and only his, it sent a rush of heat down to your core, especially as you watched hayden drop to his knees and gaze up at you. 

“daddy,” you whined as he ran his hands along your thighs, leaning in and planting delicate kisses along the tops of them, slowly trailing inwards to the meaty flesh bellow your dress, dangerously close to you lace covered cunt. 

“hush, baby doll, we don’t have long,” hayden said against your skin, trailing to the tops of your thighs and suctioning the skin there, it was a mixture of pleasure and pain and he sucked crimson marks onto the skin, he trailed up and down your legs, finding any free space to suck his mark and leave you decorated in ruby bursts and the slick of his spit. you had never seen hayden so determined before, he had always been possessive, of course, you were his baby doll, his little play thing, arm candy and whatever else he wanted you to be. but right now he was feral, you watched in fascination as he trailed kisses up your inner thigh before grabbing your right leg and swinging it over his shoulder in a sift motion, you would have lost balance if it weren’t for his big arms securing around your waist and holding you in place. 

“so pretty,” he cooed before suckling down on the sensitive skin of your thighs, grinning as he watched you skirm. 

“daddy,” you cried out, hands falling to his broad shoulders to stabalise yourself. “daddy, please,” you said, as hayden ghosted over your panties now on show for him seeing as your dress had rode up to your hips when hayden had lifted your leg. 

“what is it, baby doll?” he asked teasingly, “feeling a little sensitive here, darling,” you whined in response, head all fuzzy from hayden’s actions, he had the power to utterly control you with just a few simple touches and he loved it. “what do you want? you have to tell me what you need,” he prompted pressing a kiss over your covered clit before slipping back to your thighs, suckling at the skin just where your dress would sit when it was pulled down. 

“want daddy to play with me,” you pouted, bucking your hips slightly in his hold and hayden snickered, kissing your thigh. 

“feeling needy, baby doll?” he asked, “all it takes is me marking up your thighs to get you wet? such a desperate girl for me,” but he didn’t care, he loved how badly you craved him, just as addicted to the rush as he was, he would do anything for you and you would do the same. you let out a moan when anakin leaned in, using his teeth to tug down your panties revealing your freshly waxed cunt to his view, sticky wetness clinging to your panties, you little clit flushed rosy and throbbing. “such a pretty pussy,” hayden said, as he always did, it was no secret how much he loved that place between your thighs, no matter if he was burying his tongue, fingers or cock between your folds he fucking ate it up, loving every moment you gave him. “you want it?” hayden asked, eyes flicking up to yours, seeing the lust that clouded your gaze. 

“so bad, please, daddy, wanna show everyone i’m yours, mark your face with my cum,” now it was hayden’s turn to groan, dick twitching at your dirty words and he fucking loved it. 

“yea, baby doll, want to show everyone i’m on the only man that makes you cum, make that pussy squirt all over me,” he didn’t wait for you to reply, to beg for him to give you what you wanted when he was burying his face into you needy cunt, lapping at your slick like a man starved because that was the thing about hayden, he didn’t just eat you out, he devoured you. eating your pussy like it was the last thing he would ever taste, he room was filled with the wet sounds of hayden’s tongue lapping at your cunt while you moaned like a porn star, leg going taunt around his shoulder, hands threading into his perfectly styled hair but he didnt care as he plunged his tongue into your sopping hole. 

“daddy, feels so good,” you told him, hips spasaming as he continued to tongue fuck you. it didn’t take long before that coil in your stomach began to unwind, especially when hayden moved from your slit instead focusing on your clit, the little cluster of nerves bursting at the stilumlation as he sucked the bud between his lips and suckled on it, you almost fell limp as the sensation, you had never known a man who knew who to make you cum as quickly as hayden. 

“don’t stop,” you pleaded, “please, just like that” your words were hoarse, broken by pleasure as your head fell back, allowing hayden to consume you, you couldn’t move, couldn’t think about anything but hayden, the feeling of his mouth, his tongue. “so, close,” you gasped, hayden’s grip on your legs tightened, holding you upright as he grazed his teeth along your clit before giving it a harsh suck, somewhere between pain and pleasure you lost yourself. white spots danced behind your eye lids and you were gone, if it wasn’t for hayden’s strong grip on you, you would have melted into a puddle on the ground, everything around you span, a kaleidoscope of colours churning until you felt nothing but bliss. you vaguely felt hayden lapping up your release but you were too far gone to even react, that was until his mouth went back to your clit. 

“daddy, stop,” you gaped, legs shaking as you yanked at his messy golden curls trying to pull him away but hayden released the grip on you hips with one hand and grasped your shaking hands, pulling them away and holding both your wrists with one hand. “please, i just came,” you whimpered but the pleasure was already building once again, a white hot searing thing that made your legs go numb and spine ache. 

“and you’ll give me another one,” hayden said against you cunt, his words sending vibrations through your body and you knew he wouldn’t stop, he loved you like this, even in a position where he was vulnerable, on his knees while you towered over him he still had all the control, he could force orgasm after orgasm out of you and you would take it.

“oh my god,” you gasped, your legs were going to give way as hayden sunk his tongue back into your copping core and swirling his tongue, the sick sounds of his tongue slurping up everything you gave him too much, a sob tore from your lips, pretty makeup spilling down your cheeks as another orgasm crashed through you, more powerful than the last. you were pretty sure you were screaming but it was hard to tell as you sank beneath the waves of pleasure, gasping for air as hayden finally stopped his assault on your cunt. your entire body was buzzing with pleasure, a glow that stemmed from your core and flared out like sunlight, you bathed in it as hayden gently set you down on the bed a few steps away. 

“feeling good, baby doll?” hayden asked with a silly smirk twisted on his lips, face still coated in your release. 

“so good,” you said, voice cracking from the force of your use of it when you came, this only made hayden’s smirk grow wider as he tugged your pantied back up your legs, you winched when they came in contact with your swollen clit. 

“did so well for me, darling, made me so proud,” he praised and you lit up at his words, a dazzled smile making its way onto your face. 

“thank you, daddy,” you whispered bashfully as hayden pulled you up from the bed and you stood on shaky legs, eyes widening as you caught sight of yourself in the vanity mirror, your mascara had ran down your cheeks in a smokey trail, lip stick smudged around your lips and your hair was frizzy. “oh no,” you pouted, rushing over to dab away the stains. 

“what are you doing?” hayden asked you with a cocked brow. 

“they are already going to know what you did to me by the state of my legs,” you said gesturing down at the skin of your thighs stained crimson, “i don’t need to be walking in looking like a whore,” you huffed, wiping away the mascara and fixing your lipstick. 

“mh, but you’re my little whore, darling,” hayden said, walking behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, a cocky grin painted on his lips. 

“yes, your’s daddy,” you sighed, flattening your hair down, “we don’t need everyone seeing me after i cum do we, daddy?” you asked, fluttering your lashes at him and hayden growled. 

“never,” he promised and you giggled. 

“so, should we get going?” you asked him and hayden nodded, releasing your hips and taking you hand tugging you out of your bedroom, and if everyone stared at you that night because of the marks that stained your thighs you didn’t care, and for hayden, it made him harden in his trousers everytime he caught a glimpse until it was too much and he bent you over the back of his car and fucked you until you cried. 

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more sugar daddy hayden maybe???

[royaldaycare]

WELCOME TO MY BLOG!

Hello !! I'm Logan (or Johnny!) and welcome to my daycare! you can call me Logan, Lo, Johnny, big brother or dada! I also occasionally go by saint or my OC's callsign, Sparrow!

A little about me ! :

I use he/they/it pronouns as well as some neo's and xeno's too!

I'm trans, gay and asexual! I'm also questioning whether I am poly or not!

I am an age regressor and a caregiver! (my agere blog is @gh0stlyb34r !)

I'm 19 and my birthday is June 3rd!

I'm from the uk!

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I am a 100% sfw caregiver! any nsfw accounts will be blocked!

This blog is a safe space for regressors and caregivers alike! anyone that makes this blog an unsafe place will be blocked immediately

My rules!

dni ; nsfw, edsh, zionist, racist, homophobic, against Palestine, transphobic, ableist, trump supporters, anti agere, ddlg/abdl accounts, anti petre

boundaries ; keep all terms used for me either masc or gender neutral, do not flirt with me (even if it is as a joke or friendly), please keep all asks sfw.

My interests!

games ; call of duty, overwatch, resident evil 4, forza horizon, roblox (royale high, dress to impress, obby's and tycoons!), fnaf, poppy playtime, indigo park, red dead redemption 2, animal crossing new horizons, good pizza great pizza, hogwarts legacy, valorant, a little to the left, unpacking, mario kart 8, mario kart wii, just dance, the last of us

movies/shows ; deadpool & wolverine, deadpool, x-men, harry potter, fantastic beasts, atsv/itsv, marvel, star wars, the umbrella academy, stranger things, the batman, titains, heartstopper, young royals, criminal minds, fnaf, arcane, ghostbusters, barbie, oppenheimer, nimona, christopher robin

musicals ; les miserables, hamilton, waitress, the greatest showman, la la land, hairspray, dear even hansen, heathers, high school musical, lemonaid mouth, annie, descendants, beetlejuice, mama mia, tick tick boom, into the woods, mean girls, in the heights, little shop of horrors

youtubers ; pezzy, elasticdroid, puffer, grizzy, smii7y, gtlive, game theory, warn, frogger, aspen, beaplays, dawko, ethan nestor, blarg, thedooo, coleydoesthings, film cooper, dechart games, hthaze, james marriott

musicians ; james marriott, taylor swift, mcr, twenty one pilots, billie eilish, hozier, noah kahan, sleeping at last, the smiths, laufey, chappell roan, bruno major, paramore, novo amor, depeche mode, p!atd, daughter, djo, feels like july, florence the machine, frank sinatra, gerard way, ghost, lady gaga, lemon demon, lily allen, maya hawke, 1d, 5sos, mitski, micheal jackson, sleep token, taylor austen dye

misc ; books, dolls (monster high, lol, rh), pop figures, lego, posters, flowers, pin badges, jewellery, halloween, fall/autumn, deco pacis, colouring

DISCLAIMER ; I hold all of my faves accountable! I do not support jkr, noah schnapp ect!

My faves !

celebs/authors ; pedro pascal, hugh jackman, ryan reynolds, ali hazelwood, kit connor, oscar isaac, hayden christensen, ewan mcgregor, tom hiddleston, andrew garfield, tom holland, aiden gallagher, eddie redmane, aaron tveit, erik j brown, david tennant, josh hutcherson, david harbour, wynina ryder, natalia dyer, maya hawke, matthew gray gubler, thomas gibson, aj cook, barry sloane, neli ellice

characters ; John 'Soap' MacTavish, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Captain John Price, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Robin Buckley, Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Loki, Logan Howlett, Scott Summers, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Leia Organa, Ben Hargreeves, Luther Hargreeves, Newt Scamander, Din Djarin, Deadpool, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Danny Zuko, Jean Valjean, Ben Florian, Flynn Rider, Aziraphale, Crowley, Nick Nelson, Charlie Spring, Diego Hargreeves

dividers by @/chewtou , Lydia banner by @kodaswrld , bj banner

[horrorlesbians]

my thrift crawl haul-

cream lace with black accents lingerie slip

aeropostale real leather belt, doll that reminded me of hayden, fear dot com dvd, red dragon book, hand mirror

cream knit oversized shirt that will be great for layering

simple tanktop

cream long slip dress with sheer top

red slip dress from urban outfitters

sheer turquoise with sparkles savage x fenty bra

cream dress with sheer lace top

not pictured is the boring brown guys pullover i bought

[dollymess]

frequent asked questions

honestly no not any of these questions have ever been asked i dont think but just because my account is growing and im making more friends i thought this would be cool !

q: up to new friends & moots?

yes literally of course, i love interacting with people with the same interests as me and i have good communication skills, i cant explain how excited i get when a cute girlblogger follows me like hello i love you

q: who are your favorite celebs?

my favorite celebs are lana del rey, hayden christensen, marilyn monroe, alana champion, kristen dunst, jfk, mia goth, natalie portman, and nina dobrev

q: whats your favorite movies?

my favorite movies are virgin suicides, x, blonde, i believe in unicorns, black swan, cant buy me love, 500 days of summer, marie antionette, pricilla, american beauty, buffalo '66, pearl, and now and then

q: who are your favorite artists?

my favorite artists are lana, led zepplin, sade, rolling stones, guns and roses, slowdive, faye webster, the smiths, ayesha erotica, tears for fears, piero piccioni, bon jovi, billy idol/joel, the cure, laufey, bj lips, the cranberries, and on the occasion disney princess music

q: what are your hobbies?

i dont have many hobbies im devoted to but one is girl blogging obviously, i like listening to my music and i love finding new movies and shows to binge, i enjoy collecting precious moments dolls, and i really like unhealthily rotting in my bed

q: your favorite lana songs?

my favorite released songs are off to the races, body electric, guns n roses, fucked my way up to the top, pretty when you cry, tulsa jesus freak, burning desire, blue jeans. my favorite unreleased songs are jfk, for k p2, push me down, ave maria, beautiful player, last girl on earth, starry eyed, paradise, blue velvet, take me to paris

thank you for 4k+ love each and every one of u you guys ᡣ𐭩

extra links: pinterest | spotify | soundcloud

[donotaskwhyiamhere]

Son of a lord x his loyal yandere Butler (both oc)

WARNING: Abuse, mentioning of killing.

Hayden Blackquil, oldest son of the Blackquil family. Hayden is part of a very rich family who works as traders and clothing industry. He has been working his entire life to be able to takeover the family business one day but his dreams were shattered when his younger sister was getting married to another Lord who was now going to get the business instead of Hayden. Hayden was furious to say the least, he worked hard every day of his life but his sister did nothing and now she gets the business with her soon to be husband? His sister was a spoiled brat. Who knows she can get what she wants.

Hayden was sitting at his desk doing his sister's paper work. That's when his loyal butler walked in, James, with a lovely cup of tea and biscuits. "Good afternoon sir" he placed the tea and biscuits down next to Hayden. "Good morning James" Hayden said with a tried tone as he took the cup and took a sip. Hayden had a close relationship with James, he was always polite with James and called him by his name respectful. Hayden had gotten James as a gif for his birthday, James was part of a slave trade. James was afraid since he was pretty young when they had stolen him but Hayden was kind to him since day one. So James had decided that his loyalty belongs to him. He would do anything for Hayden.

"Is my father home" he asked as he took another sip of his tea and took a biscuit, he voice was quite and almost fearful. Hayden knew his father was having a bad week and most of the time Hayden would be his stress relief . Something Hayden wasn't looking forward to, his piano lessons, his father insisted that he would be the one to teach Hayden. "Yes" said James understanding Haydens dislike of his father. James dislike Hayden's father just as much.

Hayden was making his way to the music room. He walked in and closed the door, he sat down by the piano waiting for his father. After a minute his father walked in and just like Hayden thought, he was not happy and was going to make this simple piano lesson hell for him.

Hayden cried in pain as his father closed the piano lid down on his hands for the fifth time. One miss on a key and he closed the lid without warning. Hayden's knuckles were bruises and his fingers painful form the playing. He was use to being treated like this, but he only let his father do as he please so he could get the business but he won't be getting the business...so why must I hold back?

Hayden sat on his bed, James taking care of his bruised hands. Hayden kept his head low, his hair casting a shadow over his eyes that seemed deep in thought. "James" he finally spoke. "Yes Hayden?" James could tell that whatever he said next was going to take both of them down a dark path. "You would do anything for me right?" "Yes, anything you desire sir" James got on one knee and held Hayden's knuckles and kissed them gently. "Would you kill my father for me?" James was taken aback from how straight forward his request was. It was quite for a moment, Hayden had not moved a inch, he looked like a broken porcelain doll. James stood up and bowed lightly "if that's what you wish" Hayden then looked up at James, he stood up from the bed and stood right in front of James. Hayden was just a bit shorter then James, Hayden cuped his face with one hand and caressed his face with his thumb. James was frozen in place with a blush on his face, not fully processing what was happening. "Make it look like an accident, this house has a lot of stairs..." James felt breathless, not because of his words but because of how close Hayden had gotten to him. "Yes..." James felt like he was put under some kind of hypnosis, he has always had feelings for his master but he never thought that this moment was possible especially the words he spoke next "I'll reward you with anything you want, if you succeed" "Anything?" "Anything" James at that moment felt like everything was perfect, the only thing in his way was Hayden's father. "I'll be right back sir" James kissed Hayden's knuckles gently and started walking out the room, a love sick look in his eyes that Hayden understood.

Part two?

P.S: please don't copy my idea or script unless you give credit.

[jewul]

my definitive teen wolf world tour rewatch ship tier list awooo let’s go!!

[S TIER] INTERGALACTIC SLAY

sciles: they are boy best friends 4 LIFE. no further explanation required

thiam: admittedly I was not around for when this became a thing but from whispers on the street i can see the vision. liam dunbar is kinda the mitch marner of teen wolf and fanon thiam has mitch marner/matt martin energy. also as a teenager I remember being violently repulsed by theo but upon rewatch I am allured by his sociopathic ken doll tendencies

[A TIER] WE LOVE YOUR PUSSY

stalia: singlehandedly ranks this high because of the sheer combined force of dylan obrien’s and shelley hennig’s charisma DESPITE the fact that they lost their virginity to each other in the basement of a mental institution (so riverdale-coded when you think about it!!). when I was blogging about teen wolf at 15 my tumblr username was babygirlmalia. i wouldn’t leave without you. no i would never leave without you…

scira: this is one is fueled purely by my love for kira and my desire for her to have nice things :3 kira/malia exists as a footnote here because of the brimming potential they exhibited in that one scene. if kira had chemistry with anyone else on the show they’d be up here too

scisaac: LET’S GET ISAAC A BOYFRIEND COME ON WE CAN DO IT!! isaac you and your gay little scarf are everything to me. daniel sharman struggling to do an american accent i love you. sorry stiles but this one is also boy best friends 4 life… mixed in with some healthy tussling. bi4bi4life

[B TIER] I HEREBY ACKNOWLEDGE THEE

sterek: entire civilizations have been reduced to ash over the union of these two characters. but where would we be without them? that’s what I thought

stydia: I can appreciate the dedication to the Longest Slow Burn ever, but this is a lavender marriage. they are dyke4gay, e.g. lydia: (does some sociopathic shit) -line break- stiles: honestly, work

[C TIER] THIN ICE

scalia: I wasn’t around for when this came to fruition either but gut instinct says this is UNLAWFUL!! an egregious breach of the bro code!! I am willing to amend this placement if presented with significant evidence that they acknowledged how weird this is when it happens but for now I cannot accept these two together. WHAT ABOUT STILES?? will someone PLEASE think of stiles!!!

derek/braeden: Everyone Is Beautiful and No One Is Horny. to be fair we can apply this to most teen wolf ships but these two together especially make me feel like I’m watching a calvin klein ad. also why does braeden have to sleep in a victoria secret lingerie set. i know that underwire is killing you girl </3

lydia/parrish: despite him being a cop I am actually a parrish enjoyer. I just think he’s helpful and nice. with that said please can we give him an adult love interest. thank you

[D TIER] IRRELEVANT!

peter x anyone. i want to see him in a relationship less than I want to see derek’s house burn down again (is this contentious?? sound awf in the comments)

im sorry hayden and liam you did nothing wrong but you are a FLOP. extremely forgettable to me. and for that I am truly sorry

honourable mention goes to liam and mason’s bestie shenanigans. If liam actively participated in more of mason’s gay scheming they’d be up there with the best of them

[haydenwilliamsillustrations]

It was #Aaliyah’s 20th Anniversary in August & #Bratz turned 20 in May, so I thought it would be dope to create my first #AaliyahXBratz moment /.\ 🖤

#20thAnniversary #AaliyahHaughton #BratzDoll #Passion4Fashion

instagram.com/p/CVQmPS2MaeV/

[ethvn-torchio]

Bucky x reader, except the reader is also a supersoldier who went through the same thing, so she 1000% understands. They both wake up from a nightmare and comfort each other, and end up having very passionate sex.

oH mY gOd iZzY!??!??!! good lord that is 𝓈𝒽𝓇𝑒𝓍𝓎.

Anyway babe, here's a bucky x fem!reader fic for ya. also omfg i love bucky barnes sm 🥺 hnngh mr barnes can rail me any day

Warnings: smut (duh), p in v sex ;) a little angst kinda? top!Bucky, bottom!reader (kinda?) unprotected sex

Word count: 1,398

You and Bucky were no strangers to nightmares; over the years, both of you were frequently plagued by them. They never became any easier to manage.

You live in the now, but there is one thing that will always and forever be a part of your past.

The Super Soldier serum.

The Soldier is part of who you are - who you both are. It's a part of Bucky, a part of you.

It wasn't an easy decision to make; to take that acceptance of what the past had set you on, and face forward.

Bucky shouts, bringing you out of your light, fitful sleep with a jolt. You throw yourself up and away from the bed with one quick motion.

It takes a moment for your vision to clear, and your breathing to steady. By the time your heart slows back down to normal, you're aware of Bucky was sitting up, leaning back with his hands braced on either side of his hips, breathing harshly, and panting as sweat dripped down his face and onto his chest, fingertips glistening with moisture.

Your pulse hadn't even calmed down enough for you to register what caused it to speed up in the first place when you exhale sharply, seeing Bucky crouched in the middle of the bed, face contorted in the middle of a scream. You can't see his eyes behind the glare the moonlight throws at you, but you get the feeling he's looking right at you.

He's looking at you.

"Bucky," you say, softer than you intend to, eyeing him as you finish sliding up onto your feet in the floor. "Hey. It's okay, Bucky. Breathe," you offer, holding your hands out open and out to your sides, to show you mean him no harm.

Bucky doesn't register your words and doesn't stop staring at you. His eyes are wide, his fists clenched.

"It's only me, Bucky," you breathe. It's then you notice how tense his body is; the tic of the muscle in his jaw, the tension in his arms, the way his shoulders hunch. He looks like he's ready for a fight, ready to grab his weapon of choice and take aim for the kill.

"Bucky, look at me," you request, the words coming out as soothing as you think you can get them. "Breathe with me. Come on. It's just me. You're safe," you reassure, still maintaining a safe distance.

It takes a couple of seconds, but you can see the way his shoulders visibly relax when he finally looks up at you, breathing deeply and still shaking. The sight of him in the state he was in made your heart ache.

You nod, ready to approach.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, and you can hear him swallow audibly. "I…" he falters, pausing, and then he pauses again, exhaling harshly. "I'm sorry." he repeats.

"Do you...want to talk about it?" you ask tentatively, though you doubted he would. Neither of you liked to talk about your nightmares.

"No," he replies, almost immediately, though you can see him glance back at you briefly before his eyes avert back to their spot between his knees. "No, I don't. I don't want to…I don't want to think about it anymore."

"Okay," you agree, "Okay," you repeat again, slowly. "I don't expect you to." you add with a smile, though you doubt he can see it. You sit beside him on the bed.

You let the silence fill the space between you, letting him collect himself. 

Finally, he says, “I don’t want to go back to sleep.” 

You shift, tucking a loose hair behind your ear. “Well, what can I do to help?”

Dark, lustful eyes follow your silhouette. "I don't want to think anymore... just let me..." He whispers, the tone of his voice desperate. 

You wordlessly nod, allowing him to pull you into a kiss. There’s nothing quite romantic about the way he kisses you, insatiable and impassioned. The kiss feels longer than it actually is. 

Finally, you break apart, staring at each other for a moment longer before his eyes glance down to where your lips are still slightly parted, watching him. 

Without another word, his cold metal hand slides up your nightshirt, leaving trails of goosebumps in it's wake. He helps you out of your shirt, leaving you in only your sports bra.

His brow furrows. He growls, and you can hear the telltale sound of tearing fabric - and then you’re bare for him, nipples hardening in the cool air. 

You never liked that bra, anyway.

He mutters your name in appreciation, teeth grazing your neck. His hands trail along your body, like he was making sure you were real. 

You wish you could see his brilliant blue eyes, if only to reassure him more. 

He tugs impatiently at the waistband of your shorts, pressing his forehead to yours. You card your fingers in his hair, and before you know it, your shorts are uncaringly tossed to the floor. 

He pauses at the waistband of your underwear. You can feel his hot breath against your neck, his fingers hooked at the waistband.

"Bucky," you plea softly.

That's seemingly all the motivation he needs, and your underwear is added to the ever-growing pile of clothes on the floor.

He doesn't hesitate to touch your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves.

You mewl, spreading your legs for him, anything to get more attention on your clit.

However, he abandons your clit in favor of something else.

You can feel the cold metal of his fingers In your searing heat, and you squirm. “Bucky, oh, God-” you mutter, biting your lip. 

He shushes you, pressing a kiss to your lips. You quickly get used to the icy coolness of his fingers, it adds another layer to your pleasure. He buries his two fingers to the knuckle, pumping and curling his fingers just right, making you a wet, wanton mess. 

He hits your G-spot, and you throw your head back, moaning aloud. He hits that spot a few more times before he removes his fingers, making you whine at the loss.

“Suck.” is his simple demand, fingers coated in your slick.

You oblige, sucking his fingers, the faint taste of metal mixed with your own juices.

He groans, and then his fingers - wet with your own spit - go back down to your clit, rubbing it with fast, light strokes.

You moan, clenching around nothing, aching for him.

Eventually, he stops, and you can feel the head of his cock brush against your entrance. He pauses, pressing his forehead to yours. "-needed this so much, Doll. God, I-" he trails off.

You press a kiss to his cheek. "I'm here, Bucky."

He exhales shakily, and suddenly, he buries himself inside of you to the hilt.

The noise that he releases is primal.

You moan at the feeling of being full, and the delicious stretch that comes along with it.

He stays like that for a brief moment, letting you adjust to him before he rolls his hips.

He thrusts sharply, experimentally, before he finds his rhythm, setting a frantic pace, fucking you like he'd never see you again.

He peppers kisses everywhere he can, kissing your lips, your cheeks, your neck, your shoulders - as you writhe underneath him, incoherently begging for more. He grips your hips, holding them tightly, muttering slurred praises in your ear.

It was something carnal, something wild and desperate, and it was so fucking good.

His skillfull fingers find your clit once again, and the combination of the attention on your clit and the way he hits your G-spot makes you cry out his name, you orgasm steadily approaching.

You clench around his cock and he groans in appreciation, kissing and nipping at your neck.

There was surely going to be a hickey on your neck and bruises on your thighs when you woke up tommorow, at the rate he was going.

His hips begin to stutter, his breath gets shaky. "'M gonna-" he warns,

You were about to respond when he pinches your clit, and your orgasm hits you suddenly, quickly. You yell his name, milking his cock.

He groans into your hair, whispering your name as he gives a few short, choppy thrusts before he orgasms.

You both sleep nightmare free the rest of the night.

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yo sorry this was vv not good ngl 💁🏻‍♀️ but like I'm really tired yall I'm sorry 🗿✌️ hope y'all enjoyed<3 also the ending was trash

Edit; wtf deadass I forgot the part where the reader was supposed to have a nightmare too????? Literally ignore me sldjfhskek

[georgiapeach30513]

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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Birthday Boy.

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Bucky gets called away for a mission on his birthday, but not before y/n gives him his gift.

Words: 974

Warnings: She’s smutty. 18+

A/n: I wrote this in an hour and did not proofread!

“They’re waiting for me, y/n. I really have to go..” Bucky pleaded from behind you. He was headed towards the hangar bay when you popped out of nowhere, grabbing him by his cold, metal fingers and dragging him in the opposite direction.

“Relax Buck. This will only take a sec.” You giggle. A shit-eating grin adorning your face.

“If it’s what I think it is, that’s not funny.” His features appear frustrated. You’d made plans to spend the entire day, his birthday, in bed. Wrapped in each other's arms as you watched the day dwindle away, and watch Friends, of course. The plans were solid and you had no intentions of breaking them, until Sam came to your shared room at three in the morning. He told Bucky there was some kind of emergency in Saint Petersburg, Russia and they’d be leaving in an hour.

A tear fell down your cheek as Bucky relaid the news to you. You were devastated, but not for you, no. It broke your heart to see how upset Bucky was. His eyes turning to a light shade of steely grey, instead of the crystal blue they usually were. His lips hung in a frown as he held back his own tears, not wanting to leave you ever and especially not today.

This is when you struck up a plan.

Once you’d dragged Bucky back to your room, you rushed to your dresser, lighting the candle atop the small cupcake you’d bought the day before. When you turned around, Bucky was standing by the door, leaning against it in anticipation. Walking over to him, you sang:

“Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday Dear Grumpy Pants.”

This made both of you giggle before you continued, “Happy Birthday to you. Make a wish, Buck.”

Bucky smiled up at you, taking the cupcake from your small hand and huffing out a small laugh, “I don’t need to. Everything I need is standing right in front of me.” He blows the candle out, while keeping eye contact with you. The knot in your stomach twists at his stare. Bucky lets the cupcake lazily drop from his hand and to the floor as he takes your face into both his hands.

He smashes your lips together, immediately inserting his tongue into mouth as he backs you up into the bed. You moan into the kiss, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, bringing him down with you. Your tongue feels heavy when you feel his hard member against your leg, yearning to feel his soft skin penetrate your throat.

“Bucky let me-”

“Shh, Doll. We don’t have time.” His hands roam your thighs, squeezing them gently before hiking up your dress. A throat groan escapes his lips, “No panties? My naughty girl.” He smiles, reconnecting your lips to his. His metal fingers slide over your heat before pressing one in, making you gasp.

“Please, Bucky- I need you.” You pant, pulling his thick member from his tight pants and stroking him softly in your hand.

“I gotta stretch you out, Baby. I don’t wanna hurt you and then leave. What kinda man does that make me?” He now pants, hovering over your face, watching in contort with pleasure.

“You could never hurt me, Bucky. Please, I need to feel you.” You bite your lip, staring into his lust filled eyes with your doe-eyed ones.

Bucky groans, removing his finger from inside and lining up his hard, leaking cock. You nod when he looks up for approval. His hips move forward agonizingly slow. He whimpers as your spongy walls consume him yet again. He stills once he is fully inside. You pant, small whimpers fall from your lips when he circles his hips to help you adjust.

“You can move now, Baby.” You confirm, still scrunching your nose up in pain.

“You’re not ready. I don’t-”

“I told you, you could never hurt me. Now, move.” Your hands move to his muscular cheeks as he pulls out slowly and slams back in. He mewls at the sensation. He does this a few more times before picking up his pace inside you. The pain was still there, but it was quickly being masked with pleasure. Your nails dug into the leather of his uniform once he found your g-spot, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Bucky’s panting from above you and growling every time he felt the slightest clench around his cock. “You feel so good, Princess. You're the best gift a guy could ask for.” You clench at his words. He knew you had a praise kink. “Oh, Princess, you’re squeezin’ the life out of me. Are you ready to cum?” You nod. “Then cum, Baby.”

“N- not without you.” Your hand reaches down for his balls as you squeeze them gentle. Bucky whimpers at the action. “W-we cum together.” Bucky nods this time. Both of you begin to breathe harder, reaching your peaks. His thrusts become erratic and your moans turn into praises.

“Yesyesyesyes - fuck, I- I’m cumming.” You chant. The knot in your stomach unravels, leading you to your climax. Your legs begin to quake and the rest of your body goes limp. The tightening of your walls has Bucky busting within seconds. Both of you panting and grunting in fucked out unison.

After Bucky spills every last drop of his spend inside you, he collapses atop you. You run your fingers through his soft hair, leaving small kisses to the top of his head. You’d both almost fallen asleep when you hear a knock at the door.

“Wrap it up, Buck. We gotta go.”

Bucky smiles, leaning up to look at you, “Thank you for my present. You’re just the gift that keeps on giving.” You both laugh, sleepy smalls adorning your faces.

“If I’m giving it to you, then yes. Happy Birthday Bucky.”

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✿ carry me home - 3.8k | oneshot | mature

It didn’t matter how his steely gaze had gentled like molten ore these last few weeks. It didn’t matter that the few times the farmer couldn’t avoid March completely, his words didn’t have the same bitter edge they had that first season in Mistria. Maybe that was just her imagination, anyway. Wishful thinking, she told herself. So, when Olric asked Ariana to help him and his brother out at the forge, she tried not to get her hopes up. Or; a rewrite of the four-heart cutscene where March helps the farmer home after she sprains her ankle at the forge. Then, they finally confront their feelings.

✿ something beautiful - 4.2k | oneshot | explicit

You felt March smile against your lips at the shudder he sent through you. You melted like a piece of ore on the anvil beneath him, and you hoped he would shape you into something beautiful. Or; you discover you have a praise kink. March indulges you and takes your virginity in the process.

✿ touch starved - 2.1k | oneshot | explicit

March was touch-starved. But he preferred the sting in his eyes when your face fell as he pulled away from you to the ache in his heart when he let himself hold you. At least, that’s how it was at first.

hayden x f!reader

✿ sugarplum - 1.6k | oneshot | explicit

“You know I’m not done with you, right, baby doll?” His voice was rough, breath tickling your cheek as he ground up into you. You nodded, knowing how ruined he’d have you by the time the night was over. Or; you had a long day. Hayden helps you unwind.

[choicesficwriterscreations]

Sunday Six Highlights #13

@bebepac​ WIPs 

Dear Mama (Chapter 25 of Fast Forward series) | Liam Rys x MC

This Ain’t No Ken Doll (Chapter 3 of  Just The Way You Are series) | M!Hayden Young x F!MC

Moment Of Weakness (Chapter 7 of Mia’s Worldseries) | TRR MC, Chris Powell x TFMC

@genevievemd​ WIPs

Chapter of 5 Love You Home | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Part 1 of Evermore | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

@lem-20​​

Untitled WIP | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC  

@lucy-268​

Untitled WIP | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

@princess-geek​

Part 2 of Winter Adventures (Unspoken Desires series) | MC, Vincent Foredale, Harry Foredale

@sfb123​

Chapter 3 of Sapere Aude | Liam Rys x MC

@starrystarrytrouble​ 

Give and Take | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC 

@waywardromancefantasygirl​ WIPs

Unnumbered chapter of I’ll Follow You Into the Darkness | Liam Rys x F!OC(1), Drake Walker x F!OC(1), Maxwell Beaumont x M!OC, Leo Rys x F!OC(3)

Unnumbered chapter of The One That Saves Me | Liam Rys x F!OC(1), F!OC(1) X F!OC(2)

Unnumbered chapter of Queen of Hearts | Liam Rys x F!OC(1), Leo Rys x F!OC(1), Liam Rys x F!OC(2)

[betteroffwithoutyou]

❖  CHARACTER BASICS

FULL NAME  hayden charlotte richardson NICKNAME(S)  hay DATE OF BIRTH  september 03 SEXUALITY  biromantic bisexual

❖  APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM  nicola peltz EYE COLOR  green HAIR COLOR  fair amber blonde PIERCINGS  nose TATTOOS  “the course of true love never did run smooth” on her left rib cage SCARS  n/a

❖  BACKGROUND

NATIONALITY  american HOMETOWN  manhattan, new york city, new york PLACES LIVED  new york city, new york; fairfield, connecticut; lyon, france RELIGION  atheist SPOKEN LANGUAGES  english (fluent, primary), french (fluent), italian (conversational)

❖  EDUCATION AND CAREER

OCCUPATION  assistant editor  SCHOOLING  high school graduate, ENS Paris NOTABLE EXPERIENCE  conde nast intern

❖  ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

TRAITS  distant, closed off, observant ZODIAC SIGN  virgo JUNG’S  estj ENNEAGRAM  type four (the individualist) 4w5 MORAL ALIGNMENT  chaotic neutral HOGWARTS HOUSE  slytherin SIN  lust VIRTUE  diligence

❖  MISCELLANEOUS

CHARACTER TAG

HEADCANONS

RELATIONSHIP CANON

❖  FAMILY

FATHER gregory richardson

there has never been a time in all of hayden’s life when her father looked at her with loving eyes. to him, his oldest of the richardson children was always his one and only. she has only ever gotten an ‘i love you’ from her father a hand-full of times, and each one of those times it sounded rehearsed and far from genuine. this is something that hayden learned to cope with from a young age and now can hardly be bothered to care if her father forgets her birthday.

MOTHER  catelyn richardson (née dilaurentis)

hayden was never particularly close with either of her parents but her mother was slightly more present growing up. for a long time, catelyn tried to mold her into the daughter she had wanted; having failed with Vera. The woman wanted a daughter she could treat more like a barbie doll: control her ever move, who she spoke to, what she wore, and what her social life activities were. This was a no go for her as well though and as soon as hayden stopped playing into the things her mother wanted her to be, she lost interest. since then they are like distant old friends whose only bond is that gregory richardson could fucking care less about what happened to them.

BROTHER  oliver ramsey richardson

where gregory lacked in father skills, oliver made up for it by trying to be there for hayden as much as possible. from a young age he took it upon himself to look after her and be the father figure she needed but it became difficult when hayden started to break away from her family completely. not only that but oliver had his own life outside of their household that kept him busy. for most of hayden’s teenage life her older brother spent most of his time traveling and only came one once or twice a year. they never held anything against each other though, and now try to keep contact more than ever, spending as much time as possible together whenever he’s in europe.

SISTER  vera anastasia richardson

there has never been a real moment of peace between Hayden and her older sister. Vera was always their fathers favorite child — the only one he even had as far as he was concerned from the way he treated oliver and hayden. their father’s love wasn’t something that hayden ever tried to fight vera over but vera never wasted any opportunities in making it known that she was the best, the only worth richardson child in the household. if the two were ever caught being nice towards each other, it was only for appearances, any other time the two girls could barely even be in the same room for more than ten minutes. it wasn’t until vera moved out of the house across the country that the two began to be somewhat tolerant of each other. the distance and all the time they spent without contact was what they needed to go from fighting like cats and dogs to being civil. still, vera any conversation the two have now is filled with passive aggressive comments reminding hayden that she’s the superior one with a more successful life.

❖  EXTENDED FAMILY

BROTHER-IN-LAW  

bennett lancaster

NEPHEW  

harrison lancaster

AUNT  

marjorie dilaurentis-giroud

❖  ROMANCE

PRESTON THORPE (ex-fling)

ship: hr x pt

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TYLER ROLLINS (ex-boyfriend)

ship: hr x tr

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❖  FRIENDS & FOES

HARLEY BANCROFT (best friend)

verse: srk

brotp: in omnia paratus

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GISELLE TYLER (best friend)

verse: srk

brotp: in omnia paratus

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SANTIAGO CAVALIERI (close friend)

verse: srk

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XANDER RHODES (close friend)

verse: srk

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LOGAN HOLLOWAY (acquaintance)

verse: srk

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WILLA KENNEDY (acquaintance)

verse: srk

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LACEY HOLLOWAY (acquaintance, dislike)

verse: srk

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[haydenwilliamsillustrations]

May The 4th Be With You 

A huge thank you to Barbie & Mattel for sending me wave 2 of the Star Wars X Barbie doll collection. I love that these are a high fashion & modern take on the characters, so I decided to create illustrations of the dolls in this wave. Rey, Stormtrooper, C-3PO & Chewbacca. Check out more pics of the dolls on my Insta stories  https://www.instagram.com/p/B_xDQYEBKWd/

[luna-redamancy]

You Always Find Your Way Back Home Part Ten (Thranduil x Reader)

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“There will be a council meeting soon, King Thranduil---” Gandalf’s calm voice was cut off by Thranduil throwing his crown across the room, it’s sound vibrating through the room as it crashed against the stone flooring.

“She’s gone!” Thranduil shouted, “There’s nothing that you and your precious council can do because as long as this abysmal ring is in existence she will never come back!” Thranduil’s shouts turned into heartbroken sobs as he felt the same piercing pain in his chest like the first time he lost you.

“That is what the meeting will be about, destroying this… abysmal, as you say, to get her back for good, Thranduil.” Gandalf spoke sternly, gripping his staff as he stared down the king breaking down before him.

“For good?” Thranduil scoffed, a bitter laugh leaving his throat as he stared at the wizard with bloodshot eyes, crying for days and nights on end, a never-ending pit of sadness consuming him as he lost his love all over again.

“Yes, Thranduil, for good.” Gandalf lost the formality as he strode forward, pressing the end of his staff into Thranduil’s chest.

“You need to stop being so miserable and realize what is right in front of you,” Gandalf muttered, “Your son, your son Legolas, the son you raised with (Y/n), is hurting just like you are, but is he falling into a pit of sadness and neglecting every duty and responsibility around him?!” Gandalf nearly shouted, a glare in his eyes.

“No. He’s trying to hold it together for his father who fell apart like a house of cards... “ Gandalf sighed, realizing he couldn’t force the elven king to come to his senses like this.

“You’re right…” Thranduil clenched his jaw, leaning forward to rest his nose on the top of his hands that were now locked together as he leaned forward, his platinum hair falling over his face like a curtain.

“I am no house of cards,” Thranduil mumbled mostly to himself, “I am a king.”

“A king, a father, a ruler... “ He sighed deeply through his nose, wiping his eyes with the protective cover of his hair before flipping it up out of his face.

“Where are you going?” Gandalf questioned as Thranduil nearly launched himself out of his throne.

“To check on my son,” Thranduil declared, nearly running out of the room as he walked through the maze of twists and turns before he arrived at Legolas’ door.

“Legolas?” Thranduil called softly like he was coming to his son after he scolded him for doing something wrong. He didn’t want to have Legolas push him away. “Ada?” Legolas questioned, sniffling quietly as he wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

“May I come in?” Thranduil questioned, prepared for Legolas to say no and to continue to speak to him through the door.

“I guess so,” Legolas was confused, his father never checked up on him like this.

Thranduil inhaled deeply through his nose, opening the door to see Legolas perched now on the end of his bed, a confused look on his face.

“May I sit?” Thranduil motioned to the other side of Legolas, to which Legolas nodded. “If you’d like,” Legolas mumbled.

Thranduil sat next to Legolas, their shoulders nearly touching, “I’m sorry, Ionneg (My Son),” Thranduil sighed, looking up to the ceiling. “I should’ve, should, should be more considerate to your feelings,”

Legolas’ brow was furrowed as he turned to look at Thranduil, “What?”

“I lost a wife, the love of my life… But you lost your mother, and me, in the same go,” Thranduil’s eyes teared up, closing his eyes, “When I-- We, lost her, I became a shell of a man. I ran away when I should’ve run to you, to help you, to care for you,” Thranduil confessed, eyes opening as a tear slipped down his cheek.

“I’m so sorry Ionneg, I…” Thranduil was cut off by Legolas practically throwing himself into Thranduil’s embrace causing Thranduil’s teary eyes to widen as he held his son close to his chest.

The room was filled with silence until Thranduil felt the sobs wracking Legolas’ body as he held him close, Thranduil’s heart cracking just a little more as he felt responsible for his son’s pain.

“I’m here, my little Greenleaf, I’m here,” Thranduil cooed, being the father that Legolas needed since he was a child.

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“Greenleaf, there is a meeting in Imladris to discuss destroying the ring once and for all,” Thranduil began, the two now sitting at dinner.

Legolas’ head perked up, lettuce halfway in his mouth as his eyes widened with this new information. “I want to go,” Legolas said, sounding more like “I wuff ta goo” with all the food in his mouth as he hurriedly swallowed it with an audible gulp.

Thranduil hesitated to spear his fork into the tomato chunk on his plate before nodding, “If you’d like to go, I won’t stop you, Legolas…” The urge to protect his child was strong, but he knew his son needed closure, and this was a way for him to get it.

Setting down his fork, Thranduil looked into Legolas’ eyes, “This ring has old and ancient magic, I am sure there are those who wouldn’t want it destroyed… Be careful.”

Legolas nodded, “I will be,” Legolas gave a smile as the two continued their meal, drifting into a comfortable silence.

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Flipping through the Yellow Pages, you furrowed your brow. Fortune tellers, Magical trinkets and goodies, ‘Malevolent Ida, the woman of all magic’. It just sounded fake to you. Closing the book you tossed it onto the coffee table before running your hands down your face.

“How…” You repeated to yourself over and over as you began to think over every ‘magical’ encounter you’ve had in Middle-Earth.

Your thinking was interrupted by a loud rap of knuckles on your door. “Just a minute!” You called out, flinging your blanket off your lap.

The knocking kept going, causing you to furrow your brow again, your heart began to slam against your rib cage as you stared at the door. “I’m coming,” You called out again, now going to the kitchen and grabbing a large knife from your knife block before going to the door.

As you grasped the knob, the knocking stopped. Confused, you looked through the peephole. Looking side to side, you felt even more confusion as you realized one thing.

No one was outside.

Opening the door slowly, you looked around before looking at your feet. Below was a package wrapped in thick leaves and string like it was from---

“Middle-earth…” You mumbled in awe, reaching down to grasp the item and bring it inside, scanning your surroundings one last time before shutting your front door.

Carefully untying the strings, you watched as the leaves fell open to reveal a piece of old paper, words appearing to be written in some sort of golden ink.

“Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne in the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them… In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie,” You read out loud, horror filling your expression as you took a step back from the paper.

“Ancient magic is powerful, especially if you have to tie it to an object”

“The ring has been found again, reversing the spell we created long ago.” 

Gandalf’s words began to swirl in your mind causing you to stumble back into sitting in your armchair, you stared at the paper in shock.

Looking up to the ceiling, you examined the grooves of the paint as you let a sigh fall from your mouth.

“What. The. Fuck,” You cursed out loud, wondering why it had to be you, why it had to be Thranduil, why this mess had to happen at all. Who sent it? Why would someone want you to know of this?

All these questions began to give you a headache, causing you to slip your eyes shut. You didn’t know what you were going to do. But you knew one thing for sure, that ring must be destroyed.

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[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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“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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