#hes got a baby sister he does it all for. though i might change it so thats his daughter he had very very young

[perenlop]

speaking of obscurer background starfall characters, should also talk about grant more. i want him to have a larger role somehow

[tongue-like-a-razor]

Hotter Than Texas | Part III

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader

A/N: Thank you for all the lovely messages about this series! I'm so happy y'all are loving it and are excited to see it continued <3

Summary: Bradley Bradshaw is tasked with transporting a not-so-delicate package in the form of Jake Seresin's baby sister, who turns out to be Bradley's dream girl worst nightmare.

Aka it's a road trip, strap in.

CW: swearing, age gap (10 years)

WC: 2200+

Part I | Masterlist

“You got a girlfriend, Brad Bradshaw?”

Bradley looks over at you, sitting in his passenger seat in a green sundress, fiddling with a charm on your bracelet. “No,” he replies rather hoarsely, unsure how to interpret your question.

“Why not?” you continue, your tone light and carefree, as though you’re just asking about the weather.

“I dunno,” Bradley mutters uncomfortably, returning his attention to the road.

You look up at him abruptly and he throws you a brief glance; just long enough to see the concern on your face. “Think about it,” you suggest.

Bradley sighs, making a concentrated effort to check his blind spot before switching lanes – like driving could distract him from this conversation. Why doesn’t he have a girlfriend? He’s never really thought about it so, clearly, it hasn’t been at the top of his priority list. “The last girlfriend I had was in college. Didn’t last long, either,” he says, hoping this might appease your curiosity enough for you to change the subject.

“Hmm.”

He looks over at you again, wondering what you’re thinking. Wondering if you might consider this little detail a red flag. “I haven’t really met anyone I wanted to spend all my time with,” he says. Until now.

“Interesting,” you muse, leaning back into your seat as though you’re satisfied with this response.

“Is it?” Bradley asks, his gaze inadvertently coasting over your bare thighs every time he glances at you.

You shrug mildly, your fingers once again toying with your bracelet.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Bradley asks, feeling temporarily bold.

“Mmm,” you deliberate, dropping your hands into your lap and slanting your head back against the headrest. “We’ll see.”

Bradley furrows his eyebrows, now watching you more than he’s watching the road. “What does that mean?”

“It means, we’ll see, sugar,” you respond absently. Then, suddenly, you spring up in your seat. “Apple orchard ahead!” you exclaim, pointing at the sign on the side of the interstate.

Bradley, more confused than ever, blinks between your outstretched arm, the billboard, and the road. “You want to pick apples?”

You give Bradley a look and say, “They’ll have pie!”

“Oh!” Bradley chuckles. “Say no more.” He makes a few lane changes so as not to miss the fast-approaching exit.

“We can have the pie for lunch,” you say, glancing at the clock on his dash.

“We can stop for lunch and then get pie,” Bradley proposes, hoping to once again enjoy the pleasure of your company at a restaurant.

You consider his offer and then counter with, “We can have some pie, then have lunch, and then have some more pie.”

Bradley laughs. “Sold.”

…

About an hour later, Bradley is sitting with you on a small dock overlooking a creek, the open pie box positioned in between the two of you.

“That’s a fresh pie,” you comment, sticking your fork into the flaky crust.

Bradley grins at the top of your head as you lean over the box to take a bite. For some reason, your obsession with pie supremely amuses him. “You’re fucking adorable,” he says before he can stop himself.

You freeze with the fork in your mouth and then slowly blink up at him, your eyes searching his for a moment before you sensually draw the fork out of your mouth and then lick it for good measure. Bradley nearly has a heart attack. You smirk at him playfully and then get to your feet. “You think?” you ask, as though you want to hear him say it again. You bend over slightly and lift your leg to remove a sandal.

Bradley watches you gracefully step out of your shoes while beads of sweat collect under the collar of his t-shirt. How could he have let that kind of thing slip?

“Fancy a dip, Rooster?” You eye him mischievously.

Bradley gulps as you bunch up your sundress, exposing more of your legs than he should ever get to see, and dip a toe into the water. The current bubbles around your foot.

“It’s cold!” you squeal, lifting your foot out of the water with a laugh.

Bradley chuckles, getting up as you hop in your excitement on the edge of the dock. “Careful,” he cautions, holding his arm out in case you fall. “Don’t slip.”

You plunge your whole foot into the water before promptly removing it with a splash and a yelp.

“Come on,” he says. “How cold can it be?”

You giggle, taking a hold of his arm as you once again lower your foot into the creek.

Bradley lets his hand close gently around your elbow, steadying you while your toe makes circles in the water.

“How deep do you think it is?”

And before Bradley has a chance to respond, you make your way to the bank and take several steps into the creek, squealing as you go. Bradley shakes his head with a laugh as you wade further in.

“What’re you waitin’ for, handsome?” you call to him when you’re about knee deep in the water.

Bradley, who’s pretty sure he’s going to be replaying that line in his head for the next week, strolls up the dock toward the bank. He slips off his shoes and stands on the slope for a moment, letting the water lap at his bare feet.

“It’s freezing, right?” you exclaim giddily.

Bradley shrugs as he finally enters the – admittedly frigid – water. “It’s nice,” he says. “Refreshing.”

You snort as he strides toward you and, when he’s close enough, you dip your hand into the water and splash him.

“Hey now,” he cautions. “Don’t start something you wouldn't want me to finish.” He’s deep enough now that the bottoms of his shorts are skimming the surface of the water.

You giggle and splash him again – harder this time.

Bradley shakes his head, lowering his hand into the water. “Just remember,” he says, “you asked for this.” And then he glides his hand along the surface, sending a cluster of water droplets in your direction.

You screech, covering your face and, not a moment later, start a boisterous aquatic attack, showering him with icy water and completely impairing his visual field. The skirt of your dress floats in the water like a lily pad as you retreat deeper into the creek.

Bradley, who’s now soaked from head to toe, peels off his t-shirt and tosses it onto the dock. Then, he follows you deeper. “You’ve been warned, princess,” he says, gathering a wave of water and sending it in your direction.

You scream as the giant splash drenches you entirely. You stand still for a moment, accepting your fate, and then you wrap your arms around your shoulders, shivering as you glance up at Bradley whilst water drips from the tip of your nose. “I’m all wet!” you shriek.

Bradley laughs, finally approaching you. “What did you expect?”

“That you’d let me win!”

Bradley eyes you with a smirk. “Let you win? Honey, you don’t know me at all.” Bradley can’t remember the last time in his life he’d used so many pet names, but, looking at you, they just keep rolling off his tongue.

You pout at him, your lashes dripping water every time you blink. “I’ll get you back when you least expect it,” you say.

Bradley chuckles. “Your lips are turning blue,” he says, noticing that your teeth are starting to chatter.

You let Bradley lead you out of the water and, once you’re back on the bank, you start to wring out the bottom of your sundress. The wet material sticks to your curves invitingly and Bradley begrudgingly looks away.

…

“Want me to drive for a while?” you ask, approaching the car.

Bradley looks over at you with an amused smirk as he pulls open the passenger door. “Nope,” he responds.

“You don’t trust me with your precious Bronco?” you ask playfully.

Bradley chuckles, shaking his head. “I just don’t mind driving.”

“Neither do I.” You shrug.

Bradley ponders for a moment before replying, “Next time.”

You raise your eyebrows at him. “Planning another road trip with me already?”

Bradley feels the unwelcome – but vexingly predictable – stutter of his heart as you continue to hold his gaze. He tightens his grip on the frame of the door he’s still holding open because he can’t very well sink his hands into you. Not only are you much younger than anyone Bradley’s ever dated, you’re also Hangman’s little sister, a reality so unfortunate that it almost feels contrived. Of all the girls in the world, why does he have to be so utterly infatuated with you? After a few seconds of – we’ll call it deliberate – silence, he grins. “If you’ll have me,” he says.

You smile. “Fun,” you say, drawing a little closer to the passenger door – a little closer to Bradley. “Where are we going?”

Bradley gulps uneasily. “Anywhere,” he says, his voice raspy and uneven.

You graze your teeth over your bottom lip and Bradley could swear that the heat of the afternoon sun is about to melt his very bones. “I’ve always wanted to take the scenic route to Alaska,” you muse, pursing your lips.

Bradley watches you unblinkingly. “Let’s go,” he says.

You let out a peal of laughter and slap him lightly on the chest. “Can you imagine?” you exclaim.

He can. “It’s a bit in the opposite direction,” he says somewhat ironically. “But anything’s better than the desert,” he concludes, slowly shifting his weight after standing very still for a very long time.

You smile at him sympathetically, as though you can tell he’s suffering greatly. “Rain check?” you ask softly.

Bradley, who is absolutely sure that there isn’t a single organ in his body left uncooked, comments facetiously, “Does it ever rain here?”

…

“Let’s stop for some coffee,” you say about half an hour after getting back on the road.

If Bradley didn’t know any better, he’d think you might be finding excuses to extend the trip. “With a pinch of salt?” Bradley teases you, but obediently merges onto the offramp.

“I’m thinking of switching majors,” you say quietly, as though you’re unsure whether you really want to share this information.

Bradley glances over at you as he pulls up to a red light. “Sounds like you might need something a little stronger than coffee.”

You snort loudly and then let out a dramatic sigh. “I’m thinking you might be right, darlin’.”

Bradley’s heart races as he pulls into the lot of the first bar he sees. Frequenting watering holes is absolutely on the list of things Bradley should not be doing with his colleague’s baby sister. But you seem like you need to get something off your chest. And Bradley can’t imagine a more ideal way to spend an evening.

The tavern is low-lit and crowded, and you shift slightly closer to his side upon entering. Bradley instinctively places a hand on your back, like it’s meant to be there or something. He guides you through the packed bar toward an empty table near the back and waves down a server before taking a seat across from you.

He slides you a cocktail menu and watches you peruse it without saying a word. When the server arrives, you order a paloma.

Bradley orders a whiskey neat and fixes you with a weighty look once the server departs. “You want to talk about it?” he asks.

You shrug. “We can.”

Bradley continues searching your face. “Do you want to?”

You sigh and look down into your lap. “Nobody knows yet,” you admit. “I’m halfway through my junior year so switching would really set me back.”

Bradley nods sympathetically. He knows all about being set back. “What are you thinking of switching to?”

“Psych,” you respond hesitantly.

Then the drinks arrive and you fall uncharacteristically silent. Bradley takes a sip of his whiskey while you down a quarter of your cocktail in one gulp. “You want my advice?” he asks. “Or are you just sharing?”

You meet his gaze distantly. “My parents are gonna flip shit,” you says monotonously, as if you haven’t even heard his question.

Bradley smirks at you. “It’s their job to overreact,” he says. “They just want to protect you.”

You absently run your finger around the rim of your glass. “My brother’s gonna question my judgement. Say I’m making a mistake.”

“Your brother has questionable judgement, himself,” Bradley points out.

You let out a small chuckle. “I wish I knew both outcomes before making a decision.”

Bradley could sure relate to that feeling. “Sometimes, you just have to go with your gut. It may not apply here, to be honest, but this guy I know – one of my superiors – he uh, he has this motto: ‘Don’t think, just do.’ I’m not saying yours has to be a split second decision. But, if it were, and you had to decide this minute, without weighing the consequences or talking it over with your family, what would you choose?”

You blink up at him soberly and state, “Naval Academy.”

Bradley’s eyes widen stupidly as he processes your words. “That” – he croaks, then clears his throat – “that’s not psychology.”

You suck in your cheeks and solemnly shake your head.

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[luveline]

hi Jade! Can I make a kbd request of Steve and the girls spoiling r for mothers day?🥹love u!

The spoiling starts early in the morning. Heavy, hot kisses from your husband, his thumb pressed gently to the column of your throat. “Love you,” he’d said. He’d been squeezing your side in his other hand as he said it, like he couldn’t keep the pressure in. 

You shower, and Steve lays out soft loungewear for you to change into. He tends to Wren as you dress, shushing a big cry before it can start and wake her sisters, stooped over her bassinet. “Hello, honey,” he whispers sweetly, giving the bassinet a gentle rock. “Hello. Are you going to be a good girl today for your mommy? I think you are.” 

You sit on the end of the bed, dressed. Mother’s Days are pretty good every year, like a second birthday, and you’re looking forward to a good long day of cuddly girls and kisses. Steve gets crazy acting like you’re the best thing since sliced bread (though he occasionally does it for no reason at all), and tonight you’re promised a hand just under your chest as he tells you how much you’ve given him. 

But for now, you’ve got breakfast to make. 

“Can I ask for something?” 

Steve pulls Wren up into his arms with a self indulgent groan. “Oh, anything.” 

“Can you make me hot chocolate?”

“It’s literally all I want. I need to make that for you right now, or I might die.” He beams and nudges your shoulder. “Come on, let’s go.” 

You trail downstairs with him and Wren where she’s popped on his hip. She’s in the stage of life where she is still wholeheartedly just a baby, but a baby who can smile, and laugh, and communicate with you all and especially Dove. She started crawling just a few days ago, and she’s a happy, smiley girl when she isn’t annoyed at being put down. 

Steve makes you hot chocolate so thick the spoon moves slowly when he puts it in. He kisses behind your ear as he places it in front of you at the table, Wren now safely transferred to a high chair beside you, where you’re feeding her mashed banana on a bendy spoon. 

She smiles at you like you’re the light of her life. 

“Is that nummy?” you ask. 

“She’s getting chubby.” 

“Yes she is,” you croon, giving her cheeks a squeeze with one hand. Her lips shine with banana spit. “She’s my chubby girl, oh, I love her. She’s growing up so fast, my sweet girl.” 

Steve wraps his arms around you from behind. He doesn’t say anything, just hugs you lightly, long minutes of his touch as you feed the baby her breakfast and occasionally take a sip of your specially made drink. 

“Are you saving up all the niceties for tonight?” you ask, tipping your head back to see him. 

“I wrote it all down already on your card.” He speaks in a gentle tone like you had, leaning back to allow you comfortable space. “I’m just trying to get a load of you before Avery comes downstairs.” 

Rousing and footsteps. “That’s sort of freaky.” 

“I have a sixth sense.” He looks over your face with enough longing to feel like a touch, a finger running down your nose and over your mouth. “I’m gonna have to make more hot chocolate.” 

Avery takes her time getting to the kitchen, but when she’s there, she’s quick to throw herself at your legs. “Mom,” she says, grinning at you, “it’s your day!” 

“It is,” you say. 

“Happy Mother’s Day!” She puckers for a big kiss. 

The day is kiss after kiss after kiss. Steve has more than a card, he has a necklace for you with each of the girls initials embedded into small circles, and he has a bag of your favourite candy the size of your head, though he mentions it in private where the girls can’t hear him. Dove, once she and Beth wake up, has made you a drawing with flowers that you pin to the fridge with pride. Beth gives you a bouquet of mildly wilted flowers she and Steve had picked in the garden the night before, as well as some interesting stones, and an empty snail shell. 

Avery, who you’d wondered after a few hours might have forgotten, presents you before dinner with a homemade book. She’s folded a few A4 pages and split the pages in half, topside illustration, and bottom half story. “It’s about you,” she says insistently. 

The story is simple. You eating breakfast with them. You going to work (though what Avery thinks you do at work is a mystery, she draws you at a desk with a notebook and a big smile). You getting home, and kissing each of them, a speech bubble that says, “How are you, baby?” pointed from your mouth. You rub their backs, and sit down on the couch to read with them. You tuck them into bed and kiss them, and then Steve tucks you into bed and kisses you. 

It’s amazingly close to the real deal, and her drawings are lovely. She’s taken so much care to write the story, you hold her for at least ten minutes after reading it. 

“Thank you,” you say, your nose against her cheek. “I love being your mommy. It’s my favourite thing in the whole world.” 

“I love you being my mommy.” 

You squeeze her nice and tight. 

[livwritesstuff]

not exactly a happy one, and vaguely inspired by some stuff going on in my personal life

Eddie is pretty much constantly in awe of his oldest daughter Moe.

Granted, he’s in awe of all three of his kids, albeit for different reasons across the board, but Moe in particular because of how nothing gets to her. It’s kind of crazy, honestly, the way she can roll with the punches – it’s actually very Steve-like, and she's basically his double so that makes sense, but where Steve was doing it out of necessity, Moe seems to be innately unbothered by even the worst that life has thrown at her, and in all his years of raising her, there have been only two occasions where Eddie has seen Moe unable to immediately shake something off.

The first time was when the girls got their results back from at-home genetic tests and found out that Moe has a different bio-dad from her younger sisters.

The second time is now, after Moe learned that she didn’t pass the Bar Exam.

She didn't react great, obviously, and Eddie can admit his dismissive, "No way," when she told them probably hadn't helped at all but, in his defense, she made it through law school with as close to flying colors as one can get in goddamn law school, and she's been working her ass off studying for the Bar, so none of them had expected her to not pass. When she only looked blankly at her laptop screen for a moment before saying, "Fuck, I failed," as her head fell into her hands...yeah, Eddie sort of thought she was kidding.

"C'mon Moe," he'd continued after his entirely tactless no way, "Don't fuck with us about this."

And Moe had just given him a betrayed kind of look before shoving her chair out from the table and storming away.

A moment or two later, Steve had mumbled, "Shit, she actually didn't pass," sounding a bit perplexed as he looked at Moe's laptop like the big, red FAILED might suddenly change to something else.

They gave Moe a couple minutes before following after her.

“Hon,” Steve begins when they find her sulking (in the laundry room, of all places), “I’m sorry. I remember from my psych stuff what this shit is like. I get how –”

“No, you don’t!” Moe exclaims, “You don’t get it because you passed your test on the first fucking try even though you’ve got, like, brain damage or some shit.”

Moe misses the hurt look that passes over Steve’s face for a moment before he’s able to mask it.

Eddie does not.

“That’s how low the–”

“Alright,” Eddie interrupts, and he tugs Moe back by the hood of her sweatshirt, ignoring her protests as he begins ushering her down the hall and out the door.

He corrals her all the way out to the car parked in the driveway, opens the passenger-side door with one hand and shoves Moe into the car with the other.

“What the–” Moe protests. 

“Can it,” he cuts her off, slamming the door on whatever retort she might have had for him.

Once he's in the driver's seat and the car is rumbling to a start, he turns to look at her.

“I understand that you're upset, Moe. I really do, but you do not get to take that out on Pop,” Eddie told her, “He’s way too good to you for that.”

Moe has the decency to look somewhat mollified even though she doesn't saying anything (which has always been a tell-tale sign that she knows she's in the wrong), and as Eddie throws the car in reverse and starts backing out of the driveway, she curls in on herself, leaning against the car door.

Eddie drives for a while with no real destination in mind (same as twenty-something years ago when Moe was a baby and Eddie would drive aimlessly around Cambridge in the hopes she'd maybe doze off).

After ten or so minutes of silence, Moe quietly says, “Literally everyone else I was in school with passed.”

Eddie glances at her, and does a double-take when he sees that she’s scrolling on goddamn Instagram. He reaches over to yank her phone out of her hand and toss it behind him into the depths of the back seat where it lands with a questionable clatter.

“Dad – what the fuck?” Moe looks at him, “If that’s broken now–”

“Then we get it fixed,” Eddie replied, “Or we buy another one. I don't care. Moe – when the fuck did you ever give a shit about other people?”

Moe gives a minute shrug as she looks away again.

“It’s been a point of contention with you basically since birth,” Eddie continues, “Seriously, it’s – and do not tell your father I said this, but it’s my favorite thing about you and I never want it to change.”

Again, Moe mostly ignores this.

"I get that this is disappointing and I get that it’s a setback and there's nothing any of us can say to make it better, but take it from someone who needed three tries to graduate high school — screw everyone else. Screw 'em. It's okay if something takes a little longer than you wanted it to.”

Eddie pauses, because there’s a lot he’s not saying here, stuff about how his third try at his senior year was hell on earth in pretty much every way possible, but how he also knows that if he hadn’t gone through it he wouldn’t have made life-long friends in Robin and Nancy. He wouldn’t have Steve and he wouldn't have everything about their life together the way it is today.

He settles on adding, “Sometimes you get a whole lotta good out of it in the end.”

After a moment, Moe actually nods, which Eddie takes as a victory.

"So...take the time you need to be disappointed or sad or angry or whatever. When you’re feeling better – or even when you’re not – you gotta apologize to Pop, okay?”

“Okay.”

Eddie glances at her again.

"You wanna stop and grab stuff to make margaritas?" he asks.

"God, yes."

[mrsshabana]

I have questions! How many kids does Gyutaro want, and if you can answer, how many kids will reader want? And does Gyutaro want more boys or girls? He could want girls because he's got experience raising Ume, but may want boys for variety. And how does Ume feel about having kids?

Tysm for your question! Answering questions about the au makes me so excited to write! Also here is chapter 1 of the fic in case anyone hasn't read it yet. ♡

𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 (𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨)

Gyutaro will be over the moon to have any children at all. He thought he was too old to have kids, so he gave up on his dream of a family. So he will be ecstatic to even just have one. But he would really love to have two, a boy and a girl. Just like him and Ume, he would want them to be close.

Since he has experience taking care of Ume he definitely feels more comfortable raising girls. But a part of him wants to have a boy first so he can be the older brother like Gyutaro was. It would make him so proud to see his son caring for his little sister.

Reader really has no preference, she just wants to start a family with Gyutaro one day. He's proven that he is capable of being a fantastic father, and she really loves that about him. She would be happy with any amount of children, though more than 4 might be too much.

Ume honestly doesn't really like kids. She doesn't want any of her own in the future either, but who knows maybe one day she will change her mind. Though she is more keen on adopting than having her own.

Ume will be so happy when she learns Gyutaro is having a baby. She has always dreamed of being an auntie, and seeing Gyutaro fulfill his dream of having a family makes her really happy. First, she will have to get over reader being pregnant with Gyutaro's child though. She has mixed feelings about that.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Any Stefek fic that is based off the movie Dirty Dancing? A friend of mine said she read a few but I can not find any! Thank you!!!

Nobody puts Sterek in a corner!

Awkward Dancing by StaciNadia

(1/1 I 1,193 I Teen)

Love and dancing come together at Argent's Resort.

I Can't Live Without Your Love by Val_Brown

(1/1 I 4,898 I Not Rated)

Derek stared out the car window as the green trees of the Oregon Coast highway rolled past. Every summer since he could remember they would head to a resort just outside of Bandon, Oregon. This was the last summer before he began college. The last summer before he had to start his future. He was going to make the most of it.

I Carried a Watermelon for Werewolf Equal Rights by alphasnark

(1/6 I 5,359 I Teen)

A Dirty Dancing AU.

feel the magic between you and I by stilinskisparkles

(1/1 I 11,432 I Mature)

“See?” Derek holds his arms out, “Everything’s working out great for you, and I still have no dance partner,” he turns to Erica, “Face it, no one is as good as you.”

“We still have one more,” she sing songs.

Derek peers over to the list, flinches when he sees Stiles’ name, “No.”

“You haven’t even seen me dance, and you’re already dismissing me?” Stiles sails into the room, tossing his bag in the corner as he does so and doing a dramatic spin to face them. “I got moves.”

Hot, sweet and wild by kishmet

(2/? I 14,665 I Mature)

When his father had announced the trip to the Argents' resort, Stiles had envisioned long days spent lounging on the beach with his laptop. He'd never imagined rigorous training sessions with the world's hottest, strictest dance coach.

Nobody puts Stiles in a corner by Stephaninnie

(7/7 I 39,565 I Mature)

Dirty Dancing AU where Stiles is Baby and Derek is Johnny and some things have changed but most things have stayed the same.

Certain Kind of Fool by saraubs

(1/1 I 36,530 I Mature)

Derek, who has been dragged against his will to the same resort his family visits every summer, is determined to spend the next two and a half months sequestered in his room. His only friend, his sister Laura, is preoccupied with her newly-bonded mate, and doesn't seem to care about anything but making him happy.

When Derek meets Stiles Stilinski, a sharp-tongued waiter, he thinks that this summer might not be a complete waste of time. There are only two problems: First, Stiles is human. Second, he doesn't believe in mates.

Dirty Dealing by lookslikenico, winglesswarrior

(13/? I 47,100 I Teen)

Stiles had a plan for his final summer before college. He was going to intern at the Sheriff's station, get ahead on the plans for the rest of his life. Unfortunately, his dad had some hazy idea of him having 'one last summer' as a lazy teenager. Now, he's stuck cooling his heels and feeling very out of place at some stuck up country club, where he feel he has more in common with the staff than the other members. Of course, that could be because the staff include his new 'how have we never met before' best friend Scott and the 'it should be physically impossible for someone to be that perfect' new crush, Derek. Who apparently hates him - but not enough that he won't swallow his pride and put up with Stiles' presence when he's needed to help get Erica out of trouble...

I May Be Naive But I'm Not Stupid by FelOllie

(18/? I 73,472 I Explicit)

Stiles Stilinski is the young, naïve high school graduate who's headed off to Columbia University (with every intention of going on to Columbia Law) because that's what his parents expect of him. Even though, really, all he wants to do is take after his father and become a cop.

Derek Hale is the sexy, mysterious, just-this-side-of-standoffish-and-rude dance instructor. He and his partner, Lydia Martin, work the summers at the playing-at-posh mountain resort teaching the over-privileged adults and their spoiled kids how to do the merengue.

The summer proves to be exactly what Stiles needs to finally learn how to take control of his life.

But, what happens when it's over?

[witchlingcirce]

Okay recently I’ve been talking about Jocelyn so now I want to talk about another circle member: Céline (I might make this series).

I find Céline an interesting character because she is not a good person but it’s also the fact she doesn’t know how to be a good person.

I know a lot of people aren’t fond of her or really don’t find any interest in her, which is fine. But I find her so compelling from the snippets we’ve gotten. She is this poor abused girl who literally couldn’t get any help (which she begged for!) to get away from her abusive parents. Not only does she not have any good role models in her life, or even friends, she falls into the hands of Valentine.

Her relationship with Valentine is so interesting because he plays on her need of not wanting to be alone. This is the first time in her entire life she’s ever had a group of people to care about her. Céline herself said she even thought about becoming a silent sister but realised it was too secluded.

Her relationship within this group is so interesting because she is just a chest piece Valentine needed. Céline does not agree with Valentines hatred’s towards downwordlers, shes even quite fond of them. She’s only with this group because she wants to feel loved for once, to feel wanted.

Even so, she is consistently manipulated by Valentine and she ends up making really poor decisions. Telling Valentine she wants him to make Stephen leave Amatis (preface: not blaming her for this, these are two grown men and she’s 17). Also letting Valentine kill her parents (also deserved). So much of this is literally based on the fact that Valentine is manipulating the fact all she wants is to be loved, cared for. He even literally tells her the circle is her only family (even though she wasn’t a close to a lot of them!).

I think it’s even worse when she’s pregnant because she’s so excited to have this baby.

To her this was her starting a real family, a family that truly loved her. I think it’s even worse knowing that Hodge and Valentine killed her, but set it up as a suicide. The world will never know she didn’t kill herself :(. She never even got the change to meet Jace (I wonder what she would have named him!).

I know a lot of people don’t like her, which I understand. But she’s this character who’s quite literally never stopped being abused and manipulated. She makes me so sad :,(

[apomaro-mellow]

Whatever Stevie Wants

A sequel to Every Baby Needs a Daddy that is really just a Corroded King love-fest. Mostly fluff! Will there be drama? Still contemplating that. Stay tuned!

Read on AO3

Steve thought about the night he met Eddie. Cold, hungry, feeling pathetic. But he happened to spark up a conversation with an alpha in a bar that he vaguely recognized. And now…well, now he wasn’t cold. He was sitting on a very nice rocking chair with the AC at the perfect temperature. He wasn’t hungry. The kitchen was always fully stocked with whatever he might want. It had been since before he moved in but ever since he started getting pregnancy cravings, his pack made certain just about every food under the sun was available.

And it was hard to feel pathetic and unlovable when there were four men practically worshipping him everyday. The love in their home increased tenfold when the pups arrived. Violet Adams, born of him and Jeff Adams, and Vanessa Munson born of him and Eddie.

Violet was napping in a crib nearby while Steve held Vanessa to his chest. Eddie was sitting across from them, strumming his acoustic idly, making naptime feel all the more warm and fuzzy. Steve adjusted his hold on Vanessa, helping her to latch on properly. Eddie was strumming softly just across from them but he could always tell when he got too distracted. His hands would get slack on the strings. Steve didn’t even need to look up to know his jaw was in the same position too. But he did anyway. He liked his alpha looking longing.

“When’s it my turn?”, Eddie teased.

Steve shook his head but tried to keep his body still from disturbing his pup too much. “I think you’ve gotten plenty of turns.”

The moment Steve’s chest started to fill out from pregnancy, it was like Eddie had gotten a new toy. He wasn’t the only one in the pack that went crazy for his tits but he was the biggest culprit. 

Vanessa drank her fill and her eyelids got heavy now that her stomach was full. Steve put her in the crib on the opposite end of her sister. Once she was settled, he readjusted his shirt, covering himself up. Eddie swallowed in a way that wasn’t subtle at all. 

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Their days were filled with domestic bliss most of the time. Steve had experienced a bit of the limelight here and there but since they realized the twins were on the way he went out less. Now though, he was feeling the edges of cabin fever. He and his mates were able to go out to eat more often since Eddie’s Uncle Wayne and Jeff’s mother Beatrice moved in to help with the twins.

There was something so special to Steve about having three generations living under one roof. He almost wished his parents could be a part of it. He’d even sent them photographs of his daughters through the mail. They hadn’t said a word since he and Eddie were officially married and his name was changed from Harrington to Munson and they dropped the case against him.

It seemed like they wanted no part in his life and Steve wasn’t going to force them into it.

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It was close to evening when Steve found Eddie in the basement, writing while lounging in the home studio the band sometimes worked on. He crawled right on top of him and scented his alpha, purring as he got comfortable.

“Daddy.”

“Hey, baby.”

“Daddy, ‘m hungry.”

Eddie set the notebook and pencil down and rubbed Steve’s back. “And what does my baby wanna eat?”

About half an hour later, Steve was being hand-fed lobster by Eddie in a restaurant so exclusive, it felt like you needed a password to get in. Steve had started out using his own fork and knife to eat, but he let out one moan of pleasure at the food and Eddie started serving him personally.

“Tastes good, baby?”

“Mmm, so good.”

The wait staff was the kind that didn’t constantly come around the table and the lighting was on the low, romantic side. Just the right kind of atmosphere that Steve didn’t feel self conscious about the sounds he let out. There had been more than once when Steve felt like he was in danger of losing Eddie and the other’s interest. When he started getting heavy with pregnancy, only to have them adore his growing body.

When he finally gave birth and saw his parts of him now sagged and stretched, only for their gazes to still be in awe. It got to the point that Eddie wanted to use some of the pics from his maternity shoot on their next album.

And he only got more brazen with his shows of affection as time went on. One hand kept feeding Steve, sometimes licking away crumbs left on the corners of his mouth. The other hand was, innocently (at least at the moment), rubbing circles on his stomach.

“You really spoil me”, Steve said after swallowing his last bite.

“Sweet thing, not even this feels like enough”, Eddie confessed. His hand dipped further under the table, further down Steve’s body.

Steve spread his legs, even putting one in Eddie’s lap so that his mate could touch him more. Taking the advantage, Eddie expertly opened up his pants and it took very little coaxing to have Steve grinding against his hand. Eddie’s attention was held by his love’s enraptured expression, but then it moved down to the two dark dots forming on his shirt. 

“Fuck”, Eddie whispered, mouth watering as he imagined taking a tit in his mouth right now, draining Steve through the fabric.

Instead, he pulled his hand out of his pants, heart breaking on the whine it elicited but staying strong. Eddie shushed him gently and kissed his cheek.

“Let’s get you somewhere a little more comfortable.”

That ended up being the backseat of a car, a familiar in-between when either of them got too riled up for being in public and yet couldn’t wait until they got home. Steve straddled his alpha’s lap and started to unbutton his shirt. His nipples glistened in the moonlight and Eddie reached out reverently. 

He buried his face in Steve’s chest, scenting his sweetness there and then gave one of his nipples a lick, lapping at it and taking his time. Like an aperitif before the main dish. Only when Steve grabbed the back of his head, pushing him in more did he wrap his lips around and start to suck in earnest. 

Steve started to grind again, just like in the restaurant. But instead of getting off on Eddie’s fingers, he used his husband’s thigh, pressing down, feeling slick gush out and make him slide even more. Eddie was getting off on him, on the sweet milk that he made for their pups.

“Daddy, Daddy please”, Steve begged, though he wasn’t sure what for.

One of Eddie’s hands snaked up his back, doing his part to keep himself latched onto the beautiful breast in his mouth. The other went to his ass, spurring him on to keep going as he got closer to his climax. Eddie groaned against his skin, it was impossible to get enough. Not wanting to ignore the other one, he pulled off, licking his way to the other side of Steve’s chest and took that nipple into his mouth.

Steve’s pleas turned to wordless moaning as he ground down and suddenly he was seeing stars. His whole body shook as the waves of pleasure rocked through him and for a moment, he didn’t know where he was.

Eddie licked his lips. “If I didn’t know better, I would think you were in heat, sweetheart.”

The laugh Steve let out was shaky and breathless as he ran a hand through his hair. Every time felt like he was in heat. Every time one of them put their hands on him, Steve felt like a slave to desire. Was this what it was like to be in love? It must be.

“You take such good care of me, Daddy”, Steve said, arms coming around his shoulders.

“Course I do. You’re mine, Stevie. And I’m never letting you go.”

Part 2

[scarletwinterxx]

naps and baby kicks - dad mark lee scenario

i know i just wrote about dad mark lee but i saw the baby pictures and i just envisioned this moment. Just imagine this is what little Minjung looks like🥺 like look at him🥺🥺🥺🥺 if he's my kid, i wouldn't be able to say no to him too😭

timeskip to before Minjee was born, Minjung is 5 here (about to be 6) you can read the other parts here:

part1: day with dad mark lee

part2: another day with dad mark lee

part3: a day with the lee's

part4: (prologue) i don't know how to make eggs

part5: glitter pens and goodnight kisses with the Lee's

part6: first love and kisses

part7: naps and baby kicks

part8: then there was three

part9: just like you

if you have a request or scenario you want me to do, just send me a message I'll see what I can do😊💌

For my other works you can check them out here, and for my other story series’ you can check them out here.

All works are copyrighted ©scarletwinterxx 2023 . Do not repost, re-write without the permission of author.

(pics not mine, credits to rightful owner)

Mark is busy slicing the watermelon in the kitchen while you take a nap on the living room couch. Quietly humming some random song, he loves days like this. When he can stay at home and be with his family.

Especially now that another Little Lee is on the way.

You've reached that point in your pregnancy where you're constantly tired, you feel bad about not being as active to take care and play with your son, Minjung, but he really is the best boy. He's been very understanding, he always makes sure you're okay. Just like how his dada taught him.

"Mom, are you awake?" you hear a tiny voice whisper, you can't help but smile and open your eyes. You weren't really sleeping. Just resting your feet and back.

"Yes, love. What is it?" you ask him

"You need water, mama? snacks?" he asks you

Chuckling at your cute son, you shake your head. Instead you pat the vacant spot next to you, Minjung carefully lays next to you.

"I miss hanging out with you, sorry mommy can't run and play outside with you" you tell him

"It's okay, mommy. Daddy says it's because you're growing little sissy right now so we need to take care of you and her"

You smile upon hearing your son's words. Only 5 but already he's wise beyond his years. One thing doesn't change though is his cute face looking more and more like his father's everyday.

Speaking of, Mark walked back to the living room to see his two favorite people on the couch having a small talk. He can hear the conversation between you and Minjung, quietly listening behind.

"You'll tell mama if you need anything okay? Once baby sister is here, it might seem like we're taking care of her a lot but we love you just as much"

"It's okay, mommy. I love you too"

You can't help it, he's just too cute. You squish your little boy's cheeks, hugging him as close as you can. Savoring these last moments of Minjung being an only child.

With the next one on the way, you've been worried about Minjung and how he'll react once the baby is here. But you know your son, he's smart and always kind. The moment you told him he's about to have a sibling, he's been very excited.

"Got room for one more?" Mark decides to finally interrupt, wanting to be a part of this special moment.

"Of course, come here" you open your arm, hugging both of your boys.

"Oh did you feel that?" you ask, making the two boys move away from you

"What?! You okay?" Mark worriedly asks, immediately getting off the couch and crouching on the floor instead. Gently pulling Minjung with him.

"She kicked, here" you take Mark and Minjung's hand and put it where you felt the kick. A few seconds later you felt it again

"Oh, is that little sissy?" Minjung asks you with an excited look on his face

"Yea, she's excited to meet you too"

"Does it hurt, mommy? When she kicks?"

"Sometimes, only when she kicks me here by the ribs but it's okay. She doesn't mean it. She's just trying to move around and stretch a bit" you explain to the little boy, Mark listening to the two of you while his hand draws circles on your tummy. Waiting for his little girl to kick again.

It's the second time but moments like this still amazes him. He can still remember the first time he felt Minjung kick in your tummy like it was yesterday, now the three of you are here feeling the baby girl's kicks. He hasn't met her yet but the amount of love Mark has for his daughter is already beyond this universe.

You, Minjung and this little baby girl is his whole world.

A few weeks later, it's time for Minjung to meet his new little sister

"Okay when we get there, we need to use inside voice okay? We wash our hands first" Mark tells his son, looking down at him.

The two boys make their way to the hospital where you're currently resting. Mark holding Minjung's hand while he holds a bouquet of flowers in the other.

"Okay you knock" he tells him, Minjung knocking gently on the door

"Come in" you say from the other side of the door, Mark opening the door. Immediately you see your baby boy, it's only been two days but it felt like forever since you last saw him.

"Hi, baby. I missed you" you tell him, already feeling the tears build up. Mark chuckles at you, while you roll your eyes at him. Mark helps Minjung wash his hands before the little boy walks over to you.

"Hi mommy, we got you flowers" he says, showing you the flowers

"Thank you, baby. I love them. Can mama have a hug?" you wait for Mark to help Minjung up the bed

"Careful with mom okay, gentle" Mark reminds him, you just smile at the two. Immediately you hug your little boy, compared to little newborn currently in the crib Minjung seems so big.

The thought enough to put tears in your eyes

"I was gone for two days, and you're already a big brother. Mommy missed you so much, buddy" you tell him, peppering kisses all over his face making the boy laugh.

"I missed you too, mommy. Is baby sissy okay?"

"Yea, she's here. You want to meet her?" you ask him, the little boy nodding excitedly.

"Okay, why don't you sit here while I get her?" Mark helps Minjung down from the bed, pointing at the little couch. Mark gets baby girl from her crib before walking towards where Minjung was seating.

Meanwhile you get your phone out to capture the moment.

"Minjung, meet your little sister Minjee" Mark tells his little boy, showing him the little bundle of joy wrapped in the pink blanket. Minjung looked a bit unsure at first, looking at his dad first.

"You can hold her, here she loves holding your finger like this. Gently okay?" Mark lets Minjung hold out one finger so little Minjee can hold it. You wipe the few tears that escaped, smiling at your family

"Hello, Minjee. I'm Minjung, your brother" he says happily. shaking his finger like they're shaking hands for the first time. Mark smiles at his son, kissing the top of his head before looking at his daughter.

"You're going to be the best of friends, you have to teach her how to color and play the piano and how to ride a bike. It's going to be so much fun" Mark tells him, "Would that be okay?"

"Mhm, we can play. I'll share my toys with her" Minjung answers

"Thanks buddy, that's very nice of you" Mark tells him, putting Minjee on his right arm so he can hug Minjung with the other one.

"I love the both of you very very much, more than anything. We take care of her like we take care of mommy, okay?"

"Okay"

"That's my boy" Mark mumbles, hugging Minjung tighter. Looking over at you to see you wiping more tears away.

"Guys, I love this moment but you're making me cry so much" you joke, Mark laughs before gently standing up to walk over to you. He passes Minjee over to you before he kisses you on the head.

"Good job, mom of two"

"Oh shut up, you did this to me" you joke, "Hey, as long as you're willing to. I can do it all over again. I love our babies very much, I don't mind having a few more" he tells you, you know what he means by that. At the end of the day it's your body that goes through a lot.

But looking down at the bundle of joy in your arms and your little man, you know you'd do it over and over again.

"Can we do it until one looks like me?"

"Dude, what are you talking about? She kinda looks like you"

You shoot him a deadpanned look, it's too soon to tell but even know you can see your daughter takes after her dad much like her older brother. As for Minjung, well one look at him and you'd know he's Mark's son.

"Kinda? She looks just like Minjung when he was born. She'll probably look like you too. I don't hate it though, more mini Mark's" you smile at your husband

"Better luck next time, baby"

[coneyislandbabey]

i'd have you anytime. -> w.rojas

WARNINGS: profanity, some violence, billy being billy

SYNOPSIS: You don't expect something to bloom between you and the drummer of your brothers' band, and when it does, the two of you try (and fail) to keep it a secret. word count: 5,107

NOTES: This was written for this request! Also sorry, it's quite a bit longer than usual! Hope it's okay and y'all like it

Graham Dunne: She’s always been stubborn, you know. When she got it in her head that something was gonna go a certain way, it almost always did. 

Billy Dunne: I told her to stay home. [Laughs] I should have known she wasn’t going to listen but… I really thought that it would be better for her, in the long run. Life would be more stable for her if she stayed in Pittsburgh. 

Y/N Dunne: I didn’t know jack shit about making music, but I’d be damned if I let my brothers leave me in the dust in Pittsburgh while they made new lives for themselves out in California. 

The sun hadn’t even risen yet by the time your suitcase was packed and you were sitting on the front steps of your house, gazing out at your empty street with tired eyes. Your older brothers, Billy and Graham, were planning to leave for Los Angeles with the rest of their band that morning, and Billy had made it very clear that you weren’t invited. After you had gotten over your initial fury and composed yourself, you began to plan. If you were ready to go by the time Warren came to pick them up, you figured you had a good enough chance of weaseling your way into the van before your brothers noticed, or pulling out all stops in your pouting ‘but-I’m-your-baby-sister’ routine and guilting them into changing their minds. Whatever happened, you would be in that van on your way to California with them. 

By the time the sun had risen and the two of them came through the front door, lugging their bags with them, you were practically falling asleep on the concrete. You jumped to your feet when you heard the door, whipping around to face them with a defiant and defensive look. Billy dropped his suitcase and crossed his arms over his chest, his mouth a grim line. 

“What are you doing out here, (y/n)?” he asked, though the tone of his voice suggested that he already knew your answer. 

“I’m coming with you,” you responded, crossing your arms over your chest in a mimicry of his stance. 

“We’ve already been over this,” he sighed. “You’re not coming.”

“And why not? And don’t give me a bullshit answer, Billy.”

“You’re not in the band, you’re– you’re young, there’s no reason to uproot you–”

“Stop acting like I’m a baby! I’m ten fucking months younger than Graham, I’m not five,” you cut him off, growing angry. 

“Still! It’s not like we’re going for fun,” Billy tried. 

“Oh fuck off, you might be going for your career but you’re going for fun just as much,” you rolled your eyes. Turning to Graham, you said, “C’mon, Teddy Graham, don’t you want me around?” 

Graham opened his mouth, but nothing came out for a few moments as his eyes darted between the two of you, clearly struggling for what to say. Eventually, he landed on, “I don’t see the problem, Billy. I mean, besides the band, the three of us have done everything together. Why not this?”

Billy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He worked his jaw, mulling it over. “Fine. Fine. You can come, but if you give me even one reason, I’ll send you back home to mom.” 

You grinned, running up the steps and pulling both of them into a hug. “You’d miss me too much if you didn’t bring me, anyway!”

Graham Dunne: Me? I never could say no to her. I would try sometimes, and she’d turn those eyes on me, and I’d be doing whatever she asked before I even realized I had given in. [Shrugs] She’s my baby sister, I always want her to be happy. 

When Warren rolled up to the curb a short while later, he and Eddie seemed only mildly surprised at your presence, before they greeted you all and started talking excitedly about the road trip. You piled into the back with your brothers and Billy’s girlfriend, Camila. Once inside, Camila scooted over to sit next to you. 

“I’m really glad you’re coming,” she said, smiling. 

“Yeah?” you asked. You liked Camila, she was always nice to you, but in the time Billy had been dating her, you hadn’t gotten to know her very well yet. 

“Of course! It’ll be nice to not be the only girl there. Plus,” she said, nudging you with her shoulder. “I know they would miss you too much if you stayed behind. Billy talks about you all the time.” 

“Does he now,” you asked sarcastically. Considering how, ever since the band began, you hardly saw Billy, let alone spent any time with him, you sincerely doubted this was true. Probably Camila was just trying to be nice. 

“Yes, he does,” she insisted. “You must know you and Graham are everything to him.”

Sure felt like it when he tried to abandon me and move three thousand miles away. Instead of airing this particular grievance, you just smiled over at Camila. It didn’t matter now, what Billy had been planning to do. You were coming with them. The sting of them– well, of Billy mostly– wanting to leave you behind wasn’t important. 

That first night, you all checked into a motel somewhere outside of St. Louis, after scrounging up enough cash to get dinner at a greasy side-of-the-road diner. The crickets chirped loudly in the black night as you walked toward your room, the air heavy with the scent of pine. The feeling of things changing weighed heavy on your chest, and lifted you up all the same. You and Graham were sharing a room, Eddie and Warren in the one to your left, and Camila and Billy in the one to your right. 

After unlocking the room, Graham immediately brushed his teeth and passed out on his bed. You sat on your own bed, reading a novel by the full moonlight slipping in through the window. Sleep evaded you, making the night endless. Sighing, you closed the book and put it on the nightstand, and quietly tip-toed across the room to pilfer through your brother’s bag for his cigarettes and a lighter. Once you found what you were looking for, you creeped over to the door and slipped out into the fresh night air. 

To your surprise, someone else was already standing outside, visible only in silhouette except for the glowing orange end of their cigarette. Upon closer inspection, you could make out Warren’s unruly mass of curls. You ambled over to stand next to him, gazing out at the mostly-empty motel parking lot and the stretch of road and forest beyond it. 

“Hey,” he said around his cigarette, voice barely more than a whisper. “Need a light?” 

“Please,” you nodded, turning your face to him. Warren came close to light your cigarette, and the little orange flame illuminated his face for just a moment, warm brown eyes meeting yours cast in a flickering glow. 

“Can’t sleep,” Warren observed, and you nodded. 

“Don’t know how I could sleep on a night like this.” You felt as though, if you squinted hard enough, you were able to see Los Angeles looming on the horizon. 

Warren turned to look at you, the strange expression on his face illuminated pale and blue in the moonlight. He was looking at you like you understood something about him, something he wasn’t expecting. “I would say that I won’t sleep until we get to L.A., but I won’t sleep then, either.”

You laughed, the sound a musical harmony, joined with the nocturnal noises of the crickets and frogs. 

Warren Rojas: ‘Course I remember that night. We were finally doing it, leaving Pittsburgh and chasing the dream, man. I was outside that motel in the middle of nowhere, Missouri, smoking a cigarette and thinking shit, we’re really doing this. And she comes out in her pajamas, and I swear we were the only ones left awake in that whole town. And we’re standing there smoking together, wide awake because the future was shaping itself around us. 

Y/N Dunne: I didn’t know Warren would become important to me then. I didn’t know at all. I was just so happy to not have been left behind, to be included in any way. That night, Warren and Eddie and Los Angeles, even, they were still my brothers’ things. Not mine, not yet. 

The next morning, you situated yourself in the front passenger seat of the van before Eddie could beat you to it. Warren seemed only mildly surprised to see you sitting there, a surprise that quickly morphed into a smile and a warm good morning greeting. In the back, Graham and Billy and Eddie shouted and played music, Camila snapped pictures of them and out the windows, but you and Warren were in your own little world. He was just making conversation, sure, but he was asking about your life, about you, listening to your stories and telling his own in return when you asked. It was the first time any of your brothers’ friends had paid you any mind beyond being Billy and Graham’s little sister. 

Warren was funny, you realized. He was attentive, too, his eyes cutting from the open road to you frequently as you animatedly told him stories from the neighboring seat. He was really listening, bringing up little details of things you said hours after you said them. 

Warren Rojas: I mean, I’m embarrassed to say it now, but I’d never given her a second thought before then. She used to hang around sometimes, when the band was still practicing out of their garage. But, you know, she was their kid sister. I remembered seeing her in school, the year below us. Graham always talked about her like she was much younger than she was, like she needed protection, but she was always a spitfire. I just didn’t realize how bitchin’ she was ‘til that trip. 

(Y/N) Dunne: It took one night in L.A. for all that to culminate into something new. 

You and Warren had taken to smoking with each other every night during the trip across the country, though you’d moved on exclusively to weed after that first night. It surprised and pleased you that the two of you never seemed to run out of things to talk about. 

Late that night you got to Los Angeles, you were unpacking your clothes into your chest of drawers when Warren darkened your doorway. He had a joint in his hand and he waved it at you when you looked up, a smile on his face. 

“Join me on the deck?” he asked. 

“Of course.” You dropped the pair of jeans you were folding onto the bed. Warren offered you his elbow, and you smiled as you wound your hand through it, allowing him to lead you down the hall and out onto the deck. 

“What a fucking view,” you breathed, immediately going to the railing to gaze out at Laurel Canyon blanketed in night, the stars scattered above you like salt across a tablecloth. You turned back to Warren to see that he was smiling softly at you. He’d lit the joint, and wordlessly he brought it to your lips. 

You took a long drag before passing it back to the man. “So what’re you planning to do now that we’re here?”

“Not sure,” you shrugged. “I can’t play music, so don’t worry, I’m not trying to join the band.”

Warren laughed, shaking his head. “Would it be so bad if you wanted to?”

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded. “I love my brothers, you know I do, but I can’t work with them. Not that closely anyway. For now I’m gonna look for a waitressing gig or something.”

“But when we get that record deal, you’ll be there while we record, right?” 

“Course I will, War. I wouldn’t miss that for the world,” you promised. “I’ll be watching every minute of you guys making history.” 

You passed the joint between you both again, settling into a comfortable silence as you did so. 

“I really want to kiss you right now,” he said after a moment, and you whipped your head around to look at him, surprised. 

“Yeah?” you asked cautiously. 

“Yeah, I do,” he nodded, nerves underlying his tone. 

“So kiss me,” you shrugged. The minute the words had left your mouth, Warren surged forward, cupping your face in his calloused hands, his lips warm and solid on yours. You fisted your hands in his t-shirt, pulling him as close as you possibly could. 

Warren Rojas: The consequences of us kissing were the last thing on my mind, man. All I was thinking was that I was alone with a super hot chick who understood me like nobody else did, and I would be a fool not to kiss her when I had the chance. 

(Y/N) Dunne: It didn’t hit me until later, when I was back in my room, that there even would be consequences. The first thought I had was that my brothers absolutely could not know under any circumstances. 

Things between you and Warren unfolded so easily, like they were the only natural course of events. Like the two of you were meant to come together in this way, and not God or nature or anything else could have gotten in the way of it. 

It was hard, finding time alone. You had gotten a job as a waitress at a nice, midscale Italian restaurant in Hollywood. You made really good tips, but the hours were more demanding than you had hoped for. And, of course, Warren was with the band, working hard every day. It wasn’t long after you all arrived in Los Angeles that they got their record deal, which you knew would happen, and they’d been laboring tirelessly towards its completion ever since. They had just started actually recording the thing, and you were over there sitting next to Tobias in the little soundbooth any free minute you had off. 

When you got home, most of the time all you wanted to do was fall on your bed and pass out immediately. Instead, you did your best to stay awake in your room until you were sure all of the band members had retired to their own rooms; then, you opened your bedroom door and quietly creeped across the hall to Warren’s. He always left the door open just a crack for you. 

Tonight, when you pushed open the door, Warren was sitting in his bed above the covers, wearing nothing but his boxers due to the stifling heat in the house. He was smoking a blunt and wearing a pair of wire frame glasses you’d never seen, reading something out of a copy of Rolling Stones magazine. At the soft click of the door closing behind you he looked up, shooting you a smile. 

“My girl,” he said by way of greeting, putting the magazine down next to him and opening his arms. Happily, you crossed the room and climbed onto the bed, sitting on his lap. Those muscular drummer’s arms encircled you, and you spread one palm on his bare chest, the other on his cheek as you leaned in to give him a soft kiss. He held you close, deepening the kiss before you could pull away, making you smile against his lips. 

“Missed you,” you mumbled, only pulling away just enough to get the words out. 

Warren laughed, the sound vibrating pleasantly through your own body. “You just saw me a few hours ago, mama.” 

“I know,” you sighed. “But out there, I have to act like you’re just my friend, Warren. Or, really, I have to act like you’re just my brothers’ friend who I happen to spend a lot of time with because you’re in their band. It’s tiring.” 

You didn’t realize you were pouting, your brow furrowed with your emotions, until Warren reached up and smoothed the skin between your eyebrows with his thumb. You leaned into his touch, feeling a little silly for starting to get worked up. After all, it’s not like there was anything to be done about the situation. 

“It is tiring,” he nodded. “Say the word, baby, and we can tell everyone. You know I won’t complain about being able to kiss you anytime I want.” 

You smiled at the thought, but quickly turned serious, shaking your head. “You know we can’t. My brothers would fucking flip– well, Billy would at the very least– and I don’t want to cause any drama while you guys are really getting your careers off the ground.” 

Warren Rojas: She was right, I knew she was. I mean, Billy went and proved just how right she was when he did find out. But sitting at my drum kit and trying to pretend she wasn’t right on the other side of that glass– trying to pretend I didn’t want my hands on her every free second I had was torture. 

(Y/N) Dunne: As long as I could keep our thing in its bubble, it was safe. Safe from whatever the band could say about it, whatever shit my brothers would give us. It was so good. I was afraid if it was out in the open it would change, or die, or… I don’t know. I was afraid of losing him. 

As the months wore on, the two of you grew more comfortable, and with that, bolder. You used to only freely show him affection in his bedroom or yours, where it was safe. But that changed pretty quickly. Soon enough, when Warren squeezed past you in the kitchen, his hands lingered on your waist just a second too long to be casual. He would sit on the couch next to you during movie nights, arm thrown over the back of the couch and inching closer to resting protectively on your shoulders with every passing minute. 

And then he was pausing recording sessions by saying he had to use the bathroom and pulling you into random storage closets to kiss you breathless and leaving you panting and keyed up to get back before anyone got suspicious. You got so good at sneaking around. 

You got so good that it made you careless. 

The mistake you two made might have gone unnoticed on a different day. Usually, the morning after a recording session ran late into the night, everyone slept well into the afternoon, only getting up shortly before they had to head back into the studio again. Those nights were freer for you and Warren, you could be louder or even hang out in the living room or even on the deck without much fear that anybody else would wake up and discover you. 

Usually, the two of you had one rule: don’t fall asleep with each other. There were too many variables to falling asleep in the same bed, too much risk. If you ever fell asleep in Warren’s bed, he would wake you up pressing kisses to your neck and cheek,  sleepily walking you over to your room and kissing you goodnight at the door before returning, alone, to his room. 

But this night the recording session ran so late that you were both basically dead on your feet by the time you made it back to the house. If you were smarter, or at least thinking a little clearer, maybe you wouldn’t have gone to Warren’s room at all. If he was thinking a little clearer, maybe he would have brought you right back to your room and made you go to sleep. But you were both exhausted, and all you wanted was each other. 

So, you went to Warren’s room, where he was already half-asleep in bed. He welcomed you with open arms like he always did, and you happily slid into them. And then you were out like a light. You both were. 

Eddie Roundtree: Oh boy do I remember that morning. [Laughs] There have been very few moments in the time I knew Billy Dunne where I saw him so fucking angry. Personally, I just couldn’t believe I didn’t notice what was up with the two of them before then. 

“What. The fuck. Is going on here.” The sheer rage in Billy’s voice brought you out of sleep, blinking blearily around as you came into consciousness. It took you a minute to register where you were– wrapped up in Warren’s arms, under Warren’s sheets and in Warren’s bed– and a few seconds more to really realize the scope of the situation. Your eyes met Graham’s first, who was standing at the foot of the bed, just looking kind of shocked at what he was seeing. Eddie was standing in the doorway, his eyebrows practically up to his hairline, eyes darting between the pair of you in bed and your brothers. Billy was standing next to Graham, his hands gripping the metal bed frame so hard his knuckles were a bloodless white, his jaw clenched so tightly he must have been in pain, his face a menacing red. 

You half-way sat up and smacked Warren on the chest, a little guilty about waking him up from his peaceful sleep and into this situation. He took a moment to fully become conscious, too, but when he saw your brothers standing at the foot of the bed, he shot straight up into a sitting position. 

“Billy–” you started, but he cut you off. 

“No,” he said, holding up a hand to silence you. His voice was measured, but you could hear the rage simmering just beneath the surface. “Nothing out of you. What the fuck is going on here, Warren?”

“I–” Warren started but quickly stopped, sighing. “Billy, I think you know.” Your heart swelled at the fact that he didn’t try to deny or deflect you, even in the face of Billy’s anger. 

Billy just stared at him for a moment, and then he lunged, grabbing Warren’s ankle through the sheet and yanking the man and the bedclothes down to the floor. Warren landed with a thunk and a groan and you scrambled over to his side of the bed, reaching down to help him stand. Eddie and Graham were both protesting from either side of him, but Billy either didn’t hear them or didn’t care. As soon as Warren was standing, Billy punched him in the face, sending him reeling into the wall. 

You stumbled your way off the bed, feet getting caught in the sheets that were half on the floor, immediately coming to stand in front of Warren. You shoved Billy as hard as you could, and he stumbled back a few steps because he wasn’t expecting it. Your eyes blazed as you stared him down, vindication warming your chest as he seemed to shrink a little. 

“Back the fuck up, Billy! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you shouted. 

“You think I’m just gonna let him screw my little sister–” he started yelling, but was cut off when Graham put his hand on Billy’s arm, quietly but firmly saying, “That’s enough, man.”

“Get the fuck out of here, Billy. All of you, get the fuck out.” The level of your anger must have been genuinely frightening, because Graham bodily ushered Billy to the door without another word. You stomped behind them and slammed it closed. 

Immediately, you turned around and rushed to Warren, who was standing against the wall, holding his face. 

“Warren, I am so fucking sorry, my god,” you said emphatically. Gingerly, you pulled his hand away from his face and saw the skin on his cheek bone and all around his right eye, up to his eyebrow, was red and already darkening into a bruise. You felt tears of frustration and anger pricking at your eyes. “I am so, so sorry. I’ll go get you some ice, just give me one moment.” 

Warren grasped your wrist before you could get away, and you turned your face to the floor, not quite being able to stomach looking at him. This was all your fault. You knew what would happen if your brothers found out– well, you didn’t know Billy would go quite as berserk as he did– and you had allowed yourself to get reckless. 

“Hey,” he said softly. His voice was still scratchy with sleep, reminding you of so many late nights shared between the two of you, fighting hard to stay awake just to get a few more minutes with each other. Your heart panged painfully. When you still didn’t look at him, he gently grabbed your chin and turned your face toward him. “I know you, and I know what you’re thinking. This is not your fault.” 

The tears really did come then, and you looked at Warren’s face helplessly, watching the bruise get worse in real time. “I knew my brothers would react in a shit way when they found out, and I shouldn’t have let us get so reckless.” 

“I was the one that made us so reckless, and I wouldn’t change that,” Warren insisted. “I was tired of wasting so much of the time we could’ve been spending together. Am I happy I just got punched in the face? Hell fuckin’ no, but I am glad that everything’s out in the open now. That I get to love you out in the open now.” 

Your breath caught in your throat, and you looked sharply up at him. “Love me?” 

The whole time you’d been together, neither of you had said a thing about love. You couldn’t remember exactly when you realized you loved him, but you knew you did. You had just been too nervous to say it, too afraid that he wouldn’t feel it back. 

“Are you kiddin’?” He asked, as though you were joking. At the serious look on your face, his own expression sobered. “Let me say it loud and clear, baby. I love you. I would take a punch from Billy Dunne every morning if it meant I could keep loving you, keep holding you the way I do.” 

You were grinning so wide that your cheeks hurt, and still crying a little from the overwhelming emotions of the whole situation. “God, I love you. I love you so much that I don’t know what to do with myself. And I am going to throttle my brother right now for what he did to you.” 

Warren laughed. “Let’s not make this whole thing worse than it already is, alright? I don’t want this to cause any more problems between you and your brothers than it already has.” 

You fretted, but eventually gave in. “Okay, well at least let me take care of this black eye.” 

Warren relented, and you made your way to the kitchen to get some ice. The house was eerily quiet, and you were sure Graham took Billy outside somewhere to cool off before anything could get worse. You were grateful that he did, because if you saw your oldest brother just then, you were sure that you would slap the shit out of him despite the conversation you and Warren just had. 

Graham and Billy didn’t return to the house until late afternoon, right before the sun was going down. You were in the kitchen with Warren and Eddie, the three of you working together to cook dinner. Eddie had returned to Warren’s room shortly after the whole ordeal, grinning and congratulating his best friend for ‘landing a chick that was so far out of his league’. You laughed and hugged him, grateful for the support. 

Billy lingered in the doorway, having enough shame to look sheepish. When you noticed him standing there, you angled yourself protectively in front of Warren, whose back was still turned to the sink, and who hadn’t noticed him yet. 

“You better be here to apologize, William,” you said, arms crossed over your chest. Warren turned around, confused, and only then noticed Billy standing there. He took a reflexive step back, as though he expected Billy to try to hit him again. 

Instead, Billy raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. “I am. Here to apologize, I mean. If you’ll let me.” 

You nodded once for him to continue. “I was so out of line this morning. I was just– you’re my baby sister, (Y/N)! I don’t think any man in the world is good enough for you. And I was just shocked, is all. But Warren, I shouldn’t have hit you, and I’m sorry for that. It wasn’t… you didn’t do anything wrong.” 

Every word out of his mouth was a fight, and you could tell. It was nowhere near a perfect apology, but you knew it was the best you were going to get out of him. You turned a look on Warren, deciding to let him take the lead on this. It was really his apology to accept, after all. 

“It’s alright, man,” Warren said, waving a hand dismissively. You felt affection for him bloom in your chest, threatening to take you over. He was far more merciful than you ever would have been in this situation. You reached down and grabbed his hand, and he squeezed yours back. 

“Warren and I are together, Billy. And you’re just going to have to get used to that idea, because I will go fucking crazy on you if you ever lay a hand on him again. You were there for the creamsicle incident of ‘63, I know you remember. That is the kind of crazy I will unleash on you,” you promised. 

“I don’t doubt it,” Billy nodded, his eyes widening slightly. “Just– just give me some time. To get used to the idea.” 

You nodded, and with that, Billy turned and stalked off toward the stairs, revealing Graham standing in the hallway. He stepped forward into the kitchen and gave the two of you a genuine smile. 

“For what it’s worth, I’m really happy for you guys. I never would have thought of it myself, but you make a really good match,” he said. You beamed at him, maneuvering around the island to pull him into a hug. 

“Thanks, Teddy Graham. Love you.” 

“Love you, too, kid,” he squeezed you tightly, ruffling your hair before leaving the room as well. 

You returned to your spot at Warren’s side, resuming your cooking. Warren kept glancing over at you, the expression on his face somewhere between amused and impressed. 

“What?” you asked. 

“What’s the creamsicle incident of ‘63?”

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tw. cest, bit of degradation but mainly praise, spit, oral fixation, oral, choking, its kinda soft pffff so tw feelings, corruption, hajime gets off on the guilt wordcount. 4.2k

a/n.  who's surprised about more cest? exactly no one ♡♡♡ but i missed hajime nii, besides i haven't written nearly enough full length big bro iwa fics FIXED /fikst/ 1. predetermined and not subject to or able to be changed. (adj.) 2. mend or repair. (verb)

iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

You never really knew that much about boys growing up. That’s just how it went. Hajime started playing volleyball before you were old enough to remember different. Your life was constructed around it. Every practice for him meant no free babysit for your parents, so you were dragged with mom to dance class with other moms. And they brought their equally clueless baby girls, which led to you enrolling in girls related things with girls who related.

You wouldn’t have known about boy’s things, apart from the small circle of cultivated friends Hajime allowed into his space, and yours. It wasn’t on purpose, but the outcome was still the same.

Any and all information you had about boys came straight from Hajime’s mouth, who was older. Compared to clueless you; niichan held the wisdom of a sage. You always clung to his every word, even as he grew bigger. Even as he grew more snappy, sick of dealing with his friends who were stupid boys and did stupid high school boy things. Everything you didn’t know went through niichan. Not ever the other boy spending too much time in your house, because Oikawa was a liar, and niichan would make sure you remembered it.

But you knew certain things too when you saw them, and what small amount you did know— was now rearing it’s ugly head and asking questions.

“Wh—what’s this? What are you watching?” As you shuffle out of the hall with a frown, you hold niichan’s phone away from your body with loose fingertips. Boys might not have cooties anymore in your mind, but everyone talks about how gross boys are. You don’t want to risk it. And Hajime freezes in place like he’s guilty, wide-eyed. It’s brand new. Unusual. Like hitting bullseye on the first throw, tickling your brain from within.

See, Hajime was always bigger than most in your town, athletically built, and prone to using that build full of energy and power to his advantage. That to say, he was always quicker than most to squish you into silence or grab you by the collar instead of using his words when it came to accusations. Your parents weren't around much to scold him for it. It’s what his popular best friend loved to call ‘anger issues’, wait for it to blow up.

And silent, thinly veiled panic isn’t — that.

“Why the hell are you on my phone?” Hajime’s face blanks as he puts down the remote, glances over his shoulder for supervision, and puts on his meanest glare as he scrambles up from the couch. He’d been left on little sister duty all afternoon, and now, you’d gone and made a critical error. Your friends joke about no-goes, but you never really got why ‘messing around on a boy’s phone’ was an issue.

Hajime nii clearly doesn’t agree. His biceps bulge as he crosses his arms over his chest with mouth set in a thin line, and you shuffle in place within arms’ reach of him.

“I’m not on your phone, I just found it like this on your bed.” It’s the truth, you hadn’t meant to find anything. Intent doesn’t matter to your big brother though, because he towers you as he does. It’s the best way you can describe the way he glares you down ice cold, close enough to make your skin break out in goosebumps, waiting for retaliation. If you were any of his guy friends, you’re sure they’d get a solid kick to the shin. The little sister treatment is more mean mugging you until you fidget. “I wasn’t even snooping, I just needed to get a charger,” you tack on, swinging your arms behind your back.

“Give it.”

“No,” you quip back, for no particular reason other than to win the back and forth that always starts like this.

“Give me my phone, before I choose to take it.” His hand sticks out, bigger than yours, and you lean back a little. Usually it’s just empty threats. But sometimes you pick the wrong day to argue back, until you end screaming like a banshee under him like it’s life or death. Niichan’s still young enough where it makes him feel strong not to hold back.

The second ‘no’ sticks in your throat as he leans into your space more, and you can basically taste the natural instinct to roll over before he gets there. But you can’t help yourself. You want answers. You don’t deliver the device as quickly as he wants you to. A single eyebrow raises -an I dare you- deciding whether or not to smack you over the head for your transgression.

And you should know better, but the younger sibling in you aches. You suck your bottom lip. “Why are you watching this?” you grimace as you look at the phone again, unlocking it to reveal the video of a naked girl suckling on what the deadly annoying, high-pitched whine of ‘step brother’ loud through the little phone speaker says is her brother’s… parts. It doesn’t look like anything you’ve ever seen, from the few seconds you watched. But niichan always gets into the bath before you, and you don’t peek. Ever. But judging by the groaning and moaning from the guy, it must be-

Hajime goes bright red in his face as he yanks the phone out of your hands. “Don’t play it, are you fucking stupid?” Your father is still just as busy in his office as he’s been all day, but the way he panics to turn it off would almost make you think differently.

“It’s porn, isn’t it? You’re watching porn.” You’ve heard your friends talk about porn enough to know what it is. You just don’t know why he’s watching it. “Why?”

After clicking out of the tab, your big brother makes a face that’s equal parts fed up, and embarrassed, but he doesn’t give you any of the answers you’re looking for. “Shittykawa sent me that, ’s nothing. Just- fuck, don’t touch my shit again. Or I’ll knock the sense into you, y’hear?”

“But why watch it?”

“You’re dumber than you look if you think I’ll talk to you about-” The last word isn’t even spoken, but it feels like it’s heard just as loud. Your brother watches porn. There’s a pit in your stomach. Because your brother isn’t a liar, but he also isn’t a gossip. And he doesn’t offer up important information until you ask, which always ends with you feeling left out. Late. The overly girly pout of the woman moaning rings in your mind over and over. You’ve never done that stuff to your brother. Instead of helping you out, he hoards info. It makes the hairs on your neck stand up, and you don’t know why.

When he goes to brush past you, you wrap your arms around his waist and cling to him, face to stomach as he tries to walk away. “I’m not done,” you drag out the word, “niichan, stahp-uh. St-aw-aww! You’re hurting me!” You’re really to blame for the way you struggle to hold him in place, and he isn’t one to just fold without a fight. “Niisan~ tell me why! Come on, don’t be annoying. Ughh— don- you’re annoying!” Hajime nii doesn’t just give in. You know that as well as he does.

“Get off!!” His hand is big and warm as it wraps around your neck and he shoves his thigh between your legs, lifted off the floor. You cling on, squeezing hard as he huffs and you use your whole body to try and keep him in place. “Let go of me, brat, fuckin’-uhg- you’re—” You manage to fall back halfway into the couch with Hajime’s weight on top of you in the struggle and bite it, butt landing hard on the floor as he knees you in the shoulder and protects your face just in time. “Idiot, you wanna break your nose over this shit?”

“Why are you looking at that stuff, tell me!” you demand again, through welling up tears this time. “I want to know, or else- Else I’ll ask Oikawa.” He moves just enough to cradle your face and watch you for a second, then blows out a deep breath.

“No, you don’t.” His eyes zero in on yours, and his eyebrows flatten out a little. “You’ve made your point, just stop making a scene.” After running a hand through his spiky tufts of hair, he clicks his tongue. “If I tell you, will you shut up about it?”

Your head bobs up and down quickly, always ready to indulge your brother. “Of course! Promise.” Your voice is extra sweet when you say it.

In turn, Hajime sits back down to make some room for your shoulder as you sink down against the furniture, and look up at him. “Get up from the floor, c’mon-”

“Hajime nii~,” you bristle, crossing your arms over your chest, “just say it.”

You can basically see him think about rolling his eyes, but he fights the urge to instead let out a noncommittal huff, and pats his thigh. “Suit yourself.” You swallow down a sniffle, and rest your head onto the couch. And your niichan’s eyes flick to you again, hesitating. “What d’you want me to- I- If you wanna know why I watched it, it’s- because it feels good. I like it.” Your face must give away your confusion, because he glances over his shoulder again before patting your head and running his fingers through your hair in nerves. “And it is easier for guys to… come if we watch stuff.”

“Like it?” Your lashes tickle against the fabric as you look up at him, not yet satisfied. He’s not getting away with a measly little explanation like that. “But what was the girl doing?” Niichan’s chest rumbles softly with the deep breath he takes, pulling his fingers down to squeeze the bridge of your nose instead, like it’ll shut you up. But it doesn’t, only makes you whine and push at the hand. When he speaks again, his voice is very soft, almost too much so. It makes you giddy. It warms your blood. You love when Hajime nii tells you secrets, or things you’re not supposed to know.

The low mumble reaches. “Sucking his dick.”

Sucking it. You pop your lips, and watch as he starts bouncing his leg next to your head. But the lady in the video wasn’t just sucking. You’re not sure how to word it, so just pout for a moment. It’s not like you mean to push it too far. Evidently, you do though. “Can I do that to you, niichan?”

It nails the coffin closed, because he suddenly stands up and narrows his eyes, as heat comes up all the way to his ears. “Oh my god, don’t make it sound fucked up. I’m—”

"What, what, what?" you pout, and cling to him.

"Shut. Your. Trap. Dad's gonna hear." He takes your cheeks between his index finger and thumb, and makes you really look into his eyes. “Don’t ask anyone else that. Ever, okay? I’m not- talking about this with you right now.”

+

The conversation sated you back then, it seems. Because it doesn’t come up again until you’ve totally forgotten about it, much, much later. Late enough for you to be awoken from your sleep with an involuntary yawn. Hajime’s apartment is still pitch black, but you’re not unaware of the shape next to you as it slips into the covers with careful motions. Your chest rises and falls shallowly, before you nose pushes into his chest and he settles. “Sorry.”

“M’n -rom d’airport, miss you,” you slur, and also curl up further into Hajime’s heat, who doesn’t bother to try and understand you. You’re not even sure yourself. Only that you don’t want him to move, and that the gentle soothing motion of his heavy hand on your hip is nice. “Hm?”

“You’re taking up my side,” his voice rattles your skull with how deep and low it feels this close to your brain.

“‘M not leaving, you’re warm. Wanna stay here. Forever.” It’s enough to have him give in, slide an arm under your side and drape you up a little higher onto his pillow to really slide in nice and close next to you. Chest to chest, and your face to his collar. It isn’t the first time you’ve cuddled, or felt his thighs force some room between your legs to slide one of his between.

But it’s weird. You can still feel his eyes on your face, magnetic in the twilight. They trail paths all over, suffocatingly so. When you open your eyes as much as the call of sleep will allow, your lashes almost brush his nose, and it tickles, and your big brother’s breath dusts over your cheeks. “Wanna get more sleep before I have to go back home.” You justify, but Hajime doesn’t nod, doesn’t disagree either. He just looks, too close to your face. Your sleepiness doesn’t matter so much when your heart patters against your ribs. It’s just - like ice sliding down your spine, you can feel how your stomach turns inside you, and how hot the air feels. Why is it weird?

You’re older now. You know better now. There’s a whisper, a soft “niichan,” anything to break the tension. It is breathier than you mean it to come out. You just want to know if he feels nauseous too, sensing the same feeling of hell pressing down on your chest as the room seems to come closer. He seems to come closer too. He’s always so bright, so present in your mind. Whether you’re halfway across the world or kept

in his arms. And then pillowy lips connect with yours, nose brushing along your matching one, and your lips are pushed open by a wet, warm tongue. A hot flash travels down your throat as you try not to skitter away at the feeling. It takes a few seconds for your brain to catch up. Why is it different? Why? Why’s your belly burning with a strange sort of pressure? Tonight’s the last night you’ll be spending in Hajime’s apartment for a while, maybe.

His tongue slides into your mouth and tangles with yours, tasting of watermelon and mint mouthwash, and his heart beats slower against your chest. He’s just so close, and you feel like you’re drifting off into dreamland with how warm you feel melting into him. “M-nii -chan,” your voice comes, and a hand grabs your cheek to pull your face closer to his. You’re instantly reminded… of that high pitched moan of that girl on that video.

“Shh, ‘s okay. I’ve got you,” he noses along your jaw, before pressing a lingering kiss right in the middle of your bobbing throat. You don’t expect him to sit up. You don’t expect him to slide his arm under your knees and move you sideways, and to come back to your face for more warm, sloppy, wrong kisses. “I love you. I love you.” This is… wrong, isn’t it? It’s incest, and wrong. The word that haunted you ever since you learned it’s meaning. He groans your name in the quiet, and you automatically reply with a soft moan. Can’t help it. The kissing turns into deeper, needier, panting and spit on your bottom lip before he slides the calloused tips of his fingers over the exposed sliver of your tummy and up.

Hooking your flimsy cotton onto his fingers and pulling at it until he reaches the swell of your tits, but not revealing anything yet. You shake, and your legs spread apart. There’s a pressure on your bladder, on the lowest part of your belly, where heat collects itself and drips out of you into your panties— and it should be more embarrassing than it is. But your pout is kissed by your devoted, all-knowing big brother, and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

“Let me- wanna show you somethin’ now.” His breathing against you feels like heaven, sweetening your blood until you can barely think straight over the smacking mouths and dripping of spit and your cunt and the swirling fire in your loins. “You’re so fucking- pretty.” His chest rubs against your tits, and his fingers pinch the skin where your breasts blush with heat, squeezing with a low rumble of his voice. He wants to say something, but doesn’t get the words out, clearly, as he shuts himself up in your lips, then your throat, down to your tits. Your pussy’s glowing, and your mind foggy- something you can’t pinpoint to either sleep or the moment, and is most likely both combined.

Hajime nii’s boxers are barely clinging onto his thighs with the way it’s tented around his cock when he pulls back, taking a long look just like you are. He’s hot, physically burning under your eyes. But also… filled out so much. He was always broad, but now it’s just distracting. Carved from marble and dusted with gold. It’s childish, petulant even, how you take in the sight and moan with your hands pawing at his shirt, but so fucking true. You’re overcome with it, with love for him.

And niichan seems similarly affected as you are, because there’s a furrow between his brows that only relaxes when he stares at your blushy, spit-covered lips, your heaving chest, the sticky patch of your panties as you’re laid spread on his bed.

His hand comes to yours, letting you wrap your fingers around his, but he doesn’t move beyond that. Only breathes deeply, and stares at the way you tangle your fingers between his. “Niichan, please,” you whine, pulling, tugging, demanding him into motion until he places his free hand onto his chubbed cock and squeezes himself through the fabric. The wet patch of his gray boxers clings uncomfortably to his cockhead, and you suck your lip between your teeth. “Show me, niichan. I wa- wan’ you to, please.”

You’re the one sitting up first, grabbing a handful of your own tits to whimper as his fist stays screwed around his cock— and have to lean yourself all the way down to nose at the inside of his thigh before he finally moves again. “Oh- fuck.” His hips jerk as he rubs himself against your cheek once, and when you moan, again. Large hands and long fingers splay out over your head to keep you in place as gently as he can manage as you let your spit-slick tongue rub against him as he fucks into the air and you chase. You only manage a little glance up between your lashes at his heavy petting and desperate few pumps against the softness of your mouth, but it’s plenty.

Plenty to see the blown out pupils and bead of sweat rolling down his neck, his ears and cheeks a dusty pink. Your big brother groans when you brush your thumb over the sticky patch of the fabric and wrap a ring of fingers around him, forcing the covered head to pop into your soft mouth with a loud kissy noise. “I- Fucking hell, get o- oh,” he doesn’t let you stay latched on, tangling his fingers in your hair and holding you away as he shudders, “you wan’it? That makes you feel good, does it?” The pull of your hair feels good though, pussy clenching around nothing again.

“Mhm, being under my big brudder makes me feel good.” You can’t keep yourself from nuzzling into his hand when he releases you to get up onto his knees, and watch as he shoves the boxers down his thick thighs with slower motions than you wish he’d use. It’s a little unfair. Even in the low light, you can see the glossiness of his cockhead, the little trail of hair leading you all the way down to right between muscular legs- and your nails drag down the skin with a needy whine until he rests the heavy tip back onto your lips. Onto your squirming, little tongue.

Hajime’s breathing comes to a halt as you lick up the slit and glance up at him, and move your hand to reach under his cock too. “Mh-niichan? You wanted this, right? for how long?”

His eyes go half lidded as he hums. “Long.”

Another long lick sliding down, your spit coats the bottom of his twitching cock until you’re happily nestled at the base and press kisses down. “Is that why you only watch sister porn?”

He groans your name with a tight grunt, and you can see the way his chest caves. You guess it doesn’t really matter. Worse sins have been committed just tonight than your big brother fondling you in his bed, and pressing you down on his lap. But the way it flushes his neck and makes his eyes narrow is so satisfying, you almost don’t know what to do with yourself when he pushes you away from him to roll you onto your back, long fingers finding your neck. The press scares you for a split second, before the pressure makes way for entirely too much pleasure. “Still a fucking brat.” His olive irises flash as he watches you drop open your mouth again, and pull at his shirt with a moan.

“Take this off~ niichan, please. Please.” His shirt is discarded somewhere next to the bed, before he allows you to place your lips back to the thumping, blood-filled head of his cock and wrap them around it. It feels good, really good— and he tastes like Hajime, slowly starting to rock onto your tongue as his hand tightens in your hair.

“Wan- uhuh, fuck, I want to cum down your throat so bad. Use-m- my little sister’s mouth.” He’s heavy, and thick, and spit gets everywhere as you do your very best to hollow your cheeks around his hard cock each time he pushes a little farther in. But of course you gag when he pushes past your tongue into your tight throat, and grunts out your name. He pulls back to let you take a breath but fucks right back into you, now rocking his hips harder and deeper. You gag, and Hajime hums. “Tch, messy little sister. Good, tho- feels so good-” Your fingers squeeze around the part where you can’t quite reach, other hand on his balls, while spit goes everywhere.

“Fuck, I’m fucking my sister’s mouth, this is- so fucked.” You suck harder, and Hajime’s cock twitches in your mouth. “Uh- love— you, uhuh, that’s a good girl.” Your lips are stretched wide, and your throat burns around the intrusion, but the feeling just makes you so lightheaded. Floating off from the world as he cups your face with two hands and jackhammers into your mouth until you can’t tell up from down. Your muffled, sloppy ‘niichan, niichan’ only makes his shoulders raise higher, abs flexed each time he makes you bottom out around him, each time tears run down your face. Even when you gag and push back against him. “You love your big brother too, right?”

“Mhm,” you’re choking on it and enjoying it, breath flooding your lungs each time he pulls back far enough to let you— before you have to grab his thigh and open your teary eyes to glance up at him. “Niichan, Hajime nii, p-please. Want your cock, i-inside, want to be my big brother’s cockslut, plea~se.”

He hauls you up from him by your shoulders, rolls you onto your back as he stares into your eyes. Pupils blown wide, with the pretty sliver of green, he bites his lip so hard it must hurt. “Why— you keep saying shit like that, thinking I’m not going to react? Stop poking.” His long fingers glide from your shoulder up to your neck again, and squeeze just enough to have you seeing little stars that vanish when you look at them. It feels good. Hajime feels so good. With the light of the moon dusting along his edges, you slowly spread your legs on both sides of his body, and blink.

“Mean it. Mn-gh, nii~chan. Want your cock to fill me up, I wan’it so bad. Want you.” He looks rabid as he dips down to shove a thumb between your lips for you to suck, lingering in that heady feeling. More. You moan it around his finger as he pushes on your tongue, but he’s already distracted with the way you’re peeling your own panties down your legs, and how the stings of slick stretch from the fabric all the way to your gushing cunt. “Pl-uh-ese, nii-dan.” Your lewd sucking of his finger and the way you pull your lower legs around his glutes seems to be too much for him.

“Love ya, Hajime niichan.”

You feel his lips crash to yours before his cock is shoved into you, but it’s the latter that instantly has your arms wrap around his muscular back to cling on. Because he’s thick, heavy, and burning hot inside you. Wetness clicks and squelches as he slides all the way in and swallows up your moan. He pulls out, and slams back in hard enough to make your legs jerk. You feel him in your belly. You feel him in your throat. You feel him in your soul too, as he sucks your tongue and cups your cheek and palms your tits all at once. As he pulls out and hits a spot inside you you didn’t even know about, and fucks you so good it makes your toes curl.

“‘S our secret, okay?” he pants when he pulls back, lifting your legs to your chest. And you’re already nodding your head up and down before he has to ask more, letting out the shakiest whimper.

Your voice is extra sweet when you hum. “Of course. Promise~.”

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[suusoh]

(repost because the og was bugging out ToT)

girlie are you are one of the top mommy johan fans rn and i am HERE for it!. Anyways have 13-ish paragraphs of me rambling why calling a man "mommy" is revolutionary and hot actually.

(tw: mommy kink, forced mother-daughter dynamics, infantilization-ish?)

the obvious ones of course being he does everything. I mean everything for you. Bathes you, brushes your hair, dresses you up by himself, hand-feeds you, etc. Will not let you do anything for yourself if he can help it. Even recreational activities, like watching TV or reading, he is finding a way to make it with his intervention such as holding the remote and he reading the book for you.

not an exact point where this stems from, but I have a small vision of Johan curiously played with one of his sister's baby dolls one time, or growing up with a mother and a sister (in some alternate universe where miss vera cerna got to raise the twins by herself), so maybe some of those things have passed onto him without him knowing.

You are his baby. that goes without saying. He'll call you baby from time to time, but not in a cutesy-couple petname way that one would imagine your average boyfriend would say it. He'd recite it like a healthcare nurse would. Won't be used as a common petname, it would come out when he feels especially a bit more motherly. other examples:

- clinical mutterings to himself ("baby needs to rest, they've been crying all day.") - maternal reflex and musings ("hm? no it's alright. baby doesn't need to worry about that, okay?") ("and why is my baby feeling sad today, hm? tell me.") - accidentally being condescending ("baby, you know that's not good for you.") - the last one is so weird to hear from him because the way he says baby isn't lighthearted or lover-y at all. it's so blank and emotionless. 💀

I think the tendencies are gradual. I love to headcanon that it starts out as your friend johan being a bit too doting at times. you even joke about it, groaning and calling him "mom" when he's being a bit too overbearing. Over time he becomes your boyfriend, one that coddles you a lot to an almost concerning degree (that's... normal right? people always fuss over their loved ones...). Next thing you know he's lulling you to sleep, conditioning you to to associate your sleepy time with his lullaby.

I don't think he's being fully delusional about it? He knows damn well that he's a grown man and you're a grown adult as well, unrelated with each other, and you guys are nowhere near any semblance of a mother-daughter. But that doesn't mean he won't impose the dynamic on you anyway. Thinks it's beneficial enough for both of you: he gets to care for you and you get to be taken care of. It works so well that it might as well be your permanent dynamic. (Or so he says. You crying and feeling yourself slowly lose a major part of yourself tied with your autonomy is just a natural part of sudden "changes".).

So he won't infantilize you to the point of actually getting baby stuff for you lol. he just wants to be your mother <3 and mothering also includes maybe discussing some topics over tea to see what your beloved daughter has learned today and seeing what you made today; a new painting? a new crochet project? making another science diorama? tell him. tell mom what you're proud of these days <3

WOULLDDDD wear the blonde wig maybe at times. Not that he associates long hair with motherhood. but it's just a thing he tries from time to time. maybe he's trying to emulate his mom to get more in-tuned with motherhood? Norman bates style? hot.

has a set schedule for you. reading time, feeding time, daylight time, etc. Though he can be flexible, your bedtime and eating time is a non-negotiable. you need your sleep and your food. Though I think he'd love it if you can't think for yourself and depend on him for everything, I think he'd still try to enrich your brain. So there's a time of day for mind exercise and studying: Reading together, watching documentaries, little games and puzzles to bond over like a good mother-daughter <3

speaking of food: endless spoiling duh. I think he'll even love it when you gain a few pounds from how well he's feeding you. it's another sign that he's taking care of you well. From takeout, to cooking for you, to filling he pantry full and giving you a snack every hour or so; he is stuffing you until you're full and sleepy. Will never let you go hungry. ever.

nsfw:

maybe.... maybe makes u latch onto his nips. breastfeeding and all that. hehe. will train you to start sucking on his nipples as a habit for you to calm down. Lets you suckle on his tongue as well if it'll help you go calm down <33 it's his substitute to a baby bottle. it's mortifying to you when you're sad and upset then you suddenly get the tingling on your tongue to just... orally fixate on something. it means it's working.

WOULD absolutely research how to induce lactation in men lol <3

loves loves loves using making you cum over and over again to leave you dazed, soft, and unable to be feisty. I think sex will definitely become a means to fix you whenever you become a bit too... "fussy" for his liking. Makes you cum over and over again until you're crying and pleading for no more, until you're passing out and unable to move your legs. He decides how many orgasms is enough already or if you need another round. And from what he sees? baby needs another leg-shaking orgasm from how cranky they were this morning.

overstimulation his beloved <3 thoroughly believes that sex is a form of taking care of you and making you feel good. and why wouldn't he want his baby to feel anything but good?

WILL fuck to sleep every night. sees it as the best way to get you to have the best sleep over (aka: you passing out to the point you might even wake up in the late afternoon). Vibrators are his best friend.

cockwarming. cockwarming. cockwarming. aaaaaaand- cockwarming. all while he's cradling you into his neck. will playfully rock his hips into you from time to time to enjoy the feeling of you squeezing around him for more. further proving you're always craving for his care.

~ that's all i got so far hehehehheeh hope u enjoy!

[rxmqnova]

Romanoff's baby sister

Y/N: 6 years old Nat: 32 years old Story: Nat and Yelena have a little sister… ——————————————————

NATASHA'S POV If you told me a few months ago I'll be taking care of a child, I wouldn't believe you. Are you asking how did I get into this situation?

Well… after taking down the Red Room and going through all the Red Room files, one little girl caught my attention. Y/N Romanoff, Natasha Romanoff's biological sister. Since my biological mother was killed by Dreykov, I guess she must be from my biological father's side. However, it doesn't change the fact that I have a little sister.

Yelena, Y/N and I have been staying in a safe house for a few days to explain Y/N everything. But we're taking her to the compound for the first time today. I haven't told the others about having a little sister, except my girlfriend of course. Y/N knows everything about everyone though, Yelena just spilled her everything.

"Excited to go home?" I ask the little demon, helping her to get dressed.

"Yes! I can't wait to meet the spider-boy. I saw him on TV the other day! He's so cool!" Y/N squeals excitedly which makes me chuckle.

"You're about to meet all the superheroes and you're excited about that annoying kid?" Yelena asks, rolling her eyes.

"Yes! And I'm excited to meet Natty's wife" Y/N says with a huge smile.

"Wife? When did I get married?" I playfully ask, raising an eyebrow. "Lena said you had a wife" Y/N says, pointing at Yelena.

"Oh Lena said… Honey, I'm not married. Wanda's my girlfriend, we are dating" I quickly explain, booping her nose before sitting the kid on my hip. "Ready, детка?" I ask, receiving a nod, so all three of us head to the compound. (baby)

Y/N's POV I'm so happy that Natty and Lena are my sisters! They are so cool! Especially Natty when she does that cool superhero pose. Lena keeps making fun of it, but I think it's pretty cool!

"That's huge!" I gasp, looking at the huge building in front of us.

"It is, so you gotta stay with me or you might get lost, got it?" Natty gives me a stern look. I nod before burying my head into the crock of her neck. I play with her ear piercings while she's walking towards that huge building. When I get older, I'll definitely get some too, it's so cool!

"You're here" Some woman says. I look up to see a brunette woman, walking towards us. That must be Natty's wife? Or girlfriend? I don't know what they are.

Either way she gives my sister a kiss which I don't like at all. I've never seen anyone kiss before.

"Ew. Natty, no" I tell my sister, making her and the brunette laugh.

"Y/N/N, this is my girlfriend Wanda. Wands, this is my baby sister Y/N" Natty says.

"Natty, I'm not a baby" I tell her with a pout, crossing my arms. I'm 6 years old, not a baby!

"Oh. Sorry, big girl" Natasha chuckles.

"I'm so happy to meet you, Y/N/N" Wanda smiles.

"I'm happy to meet you too!" I give her a smile back. I can't wait to see her doing the cool magic Lena told me about.

"How about some food now, hm? That little tummy of yours must be hungry" Natasha says, tickling my tummy which makes me laugh.

"Can we have mac&cheese? Lena said it's really good" I ask. I also want to try ice-cream and so many other stuff.

"Sweetheart, I-" Wanda starts, but Yelena cuts her off.

"No, no. Baby sister said she wants mac&cheese, so we're having that. Come on" Lena takes me from Natasha and all of us walk to a room that seems to be the kitchen.

Yelena sits me on the counter, already searching through all the drawers.

"Yelena, I already cooked spaghetti and meatballs for Y/N. How about having mac&cheese for tomorrow's lunch?" Wanda asks.

"Yay! I want spaghetti and meatballs!" I cheer. I also heard that's good and Natty told me that Wanda is the best cook!

"Traitor" Lena mumurs and walks away.

"But Wanda said we could have mac&cheese tomorrow, Lena" I remind my sister.

"Don't mind her, детка. She'll be fine" Natty says, lifting me up again. (baby)

"Did you and Wanda adopt a child?" Someone asks.

"That's my sister, Tony" Natty says to someone from the crowd of people that are watching us.

"Sister? You never mentioned other sister than Yelena" Another man says.

"It's all kinda new. But Y/N's my biological little sister" Natty says.

"Which one of you is the spider-boy?" I ask impatiently.

"Me… but it's… it's Spiderman" A boy says.

"You are not ugly… I though you're wearing the mask because you're ugly" I say, tilting my head in confusion and making the others laugh. "But I saw you on TV yesterday and you're so cool!"

"Yup. That's definitely a little Romanoff" Another man says.

"Can I get food now please? I'm hungry" I ask nicely.

"Of course, honey. I'm on it" Wanda says, giving me a smile.

Natty tells me everyone's name meanwhile, because even though I knew everything about them, I didn't know how they look.

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"So? What do you think?" Natty asks as she puts one of her shirts on me. She made me to take a bath before bed.

"It looks funny" I laugh, looking at myself in the mirror.

"We didn't think that through with the clothes, did we?" She chuckles. "I guess we gotta go shopping tomorrow"

"Will Wanda come with us?" I ask with a smile. I really like her.

"Sure. We gotta ask her first, but I think she'll be happy to" Natty smiles. "But now it's really late, you should go to sleep"

"But I want to say goodnight to Lena and Wanda" I pull out my puppy eyes.

"Alright" She sighs, but smiles.

Natty lifts me up, carrying me out of the room. I rest my head on her shoulder while she's walking to find Lena and Wanda.

Once I say goodnight to both and get my forehead kisses, Natty takes me back to her bedroom. She lays me down on the bed and lays down next to me, so I cuddle up to her immediately.

"Sweet dreams, детка" Natty whispers, kissing my forehead. (baby)

"Night night, Natty" I mumble, almost asleep already.

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Don't know how this came to my mind…

Part 2

Series masterlist

Masterlist

[tf2thoughtdump]

TF2 Thought of the Day

Headcanon? Yes.

Character(s)? All the mercs, team not specified but for simplicity’s sake, the red team

Long or Short? Long. This may take a while.

You're free to use any thoughts of mine in any form of media you make.

Thought

This one is real simple, it’s how I think the mercs would handle being given a baby. Enjoy!

Scout

Literally going crazy

Like, about to explode levels of crazy.

Gushing over every inch of this baby from her big eyes to her tiny nose and down to her chubby little hands and feet

Luckily, the little munchkin doesn’t seem to mind his intense energy so it works out

He does his best, but admittedly he is a bit… rusty

The first time he tried holding her, he wasn’t properly securing her head

The second him, he was just holding her upside down

He’s not the WORST merc to leave a baby with, but you have better options.

Soldier

Not really sure what to do with this….

Recruit.

He held her FAR from his body before opting to just tuck her under his arm like a loaf of bread

This didn’t last long though because he eventually found a way to keep her strapped to him with his belt

Uncomfortable, sure, but the baby could care less

She was more concerned with who gave her to this man in the first place

Soldier is your last resort

Pyro

Is most likely to set the baby’s diaper on fire when it gets full

He’s not BAD with a baby, it’s just…

There are so many better options!

They can hold the baby right, that’s not the problem, the problem is the outfit

The rubber, the material in general

Babies need skin-on-skin contact and Pyro.. doesn’t exactly fit the bill with that one

She’s definitely gonna make the baby uncomfortable but it’s nothing a good tickle won’t fix!

Demoman

Why?

Just….

Why?

Did you run out of options again?

Was Soldier too busy so you had to wake up Tavish?

What on Earth could be running through your mind to think leaving a baby with a drunk is a good thing?

He might rock it to sleep, but that’s about all you’re getting

Heavy

Your number 1 go to if you need a babysitter

He’s got three younger sisters! How hard can taking care of a baby be?

You’ll soon come to find out that with Heavy? Taking care of a baby is a piece of cake.

No complications, no fusses, no unchanged diapers

Just Heavy asleep on a couch too small for him, and a baby resting in his giant hands.

Engineer

Also another good one!

Doesn’t have much experience with REAL babies, just his mechanical babies, but he’s sure he can watch her for ya!

Don’t worry about a thing, buttercup, he’s got everything under control

Turns out, he kinda did?

In the time you were gone, he built her a rocking crib

Plus an automatic diaper changer

He’s just a little to busy with machines to be worrying about diapers

Relax though! If the baby cries, he’s putting down everything to figure out what’s wrong and how to solve the problem

Minus the guns in the equation

Medic

Well, uhm..

He’s not a bad baby-watcher!

He will keep that little rascal in his sights at all times! No doubt about it!

He could stare at that baby all day!

Best babywatcher in the world!

But…

This is Medic we’re talking about…

There’s no way this baby is coming back the same baby..

Sniper

Not.. sure what to do?

He’s a bit of a recluse, so he doesn’t hang around people that much

That also translates to him not really being able to understand what to do when given a baby and told to watch her

You know that TikTok audio?

“Your mom told me to watch you, but.. you don’t do anything.”

That’s him.

He takes “watch her” seriously

Now granted, Mick will let her play with his fingers occasionally but is really just staring at a baby in his lap for 2 hours straight and freaking out every time she cries or soils a diaper

Spy

Spy is a neglectful dad

We see that with Scout, so it’s no big surprise there

However, he’s not horrible with kids

He can take care of a baby just fine, change her diapers, feed her, burp her, lull her to sleep and the like

He just won’t be very enthusiastic about it!

If you want your baby to have a good time, pick Scout or Engineer

But if you want someone who actually has some idea what they’re doing, get Heavy or Spy for the job, okay?

[pottypet]

Can you tell us about the biggest mess you've made in a diaper

Thanksgiving Mess

After my accident in Wal-Mart my boyfriend started requiring that I wear diapers whenever we went out in public together. So if I wanted to attend Thanksgiving dinner with his family I would have to wear one so I don't embarrass him in front of everyone by accidentally pooping in my panties. I was hesitant to wear such an embarrassing thing to dinner but I didn't want him to be upset with me so I agreed.

I wore my diaper under my skinny jeans and hoped it wouldn't be too noticeable. My boyfriend assured me that no one would be able to tell I was even wearing one. I felt confident in my outfit and we went on our way to his parent's home.

We sat at the table with his entire family and chatted away before his mom brought the food out. I stuffed myself with ham, turkey, green beans, mashed potatoes, mac and cheese, and so much more. After about 40min of eating I was entirely full. Once everyone was finished with their dinners we stayed at the table and continued conversing and joking around with each other.

After a while of talking with his family I started to feel my tummy shift. It felt like my dinner was about to go right through me. My face went pale as I felt my cheeks clench, trying my best to keep my cool and to stop myself from losing control.

His family continued their conversations and didn't seem to notice me in discomfort which I was grateful for. I couldn't hold it in anymore. A thick gush escaped my body and squirted out into the seat of my diaper. I knew I wasn't finished though so I prayed that no one could tell what was happening and continued soiling myself at the table. Gush after gush of thick, soft, poo began filling my diaper, squishing up my crack and spreading over my cheeks. My entire Thanksgiving dinner was coming out into my diaper. I could feel my diaper getting bigger and heavier and started to worry that I might have a blow-out.

I was nearly finished messing myself when his older brother noticed. A wet squirting noise came from my diaper when he got everyone's attention. "What was that sound??" he asked. "...and what is that smell?" his sister chimed in.

"May I be excused?" I asked as I stood up from the table, hoping to escape the situation. I was unaware of how I looked before his family began freaking out. Apparently my diaper had poofed out so much that it was extremely visible in my jeans. And the weight of the mess in my diaper had caused my jeans to sag, exposing my diaper's waistband to everyone. His whole family could clearly see that I was wearing a diaper... and that it was full.

"Oh my god... she's wearing a diaper!" his grandma shrieked. "She shit herself!" his cousin shouted. "If you want to pack your pampers full then go take a seat at the kid's table!" his uncle laughed. "Awee does the baby need a diapey change??" his brother teased.

My face turned bright red as I quickly left the room. My boyfriend followed me out into the living room. I thought he was going to comfort me but when I looked he was holding a diaper bag. "Let's take care of that messy diaper" he sighed. "In here?!" I yelped.

I accepted defeat and layed out on the floor like a toddler, feeling my hot, squishy, mess all over my bottom. My boyfriend took my jeans off and then, to my surprise, his family entered the room. "We want to see how you change such a big messy diaper!" his brother laughed. My boyfriend laughed along and then unfastened the tabs on my diaper. I wanted to disappear, I was mortified.

He opened my diaper up and exposed my mess to everyone. Brown sludge was caked up my crack and all over my cheeks. The entire diaper was filled with it. "Oh my god, she's destroyed that thing!" his mom shouted. "Poor girl had quite the accident!" his grandpa said while shaking his head. "My kiddo never poops that bad!" his sister laughed.

My boyfriend began wiping me clean, letting them all see my bum up in the air.

[zhoudadudugongjin]

Red Cliff Part One Thoughts

I really like the style/design (idk proper terminology) whatever. The sets and the locations! The cinematography. It's all really pretty!

My heart was breaking in literally the very first scene with Emperor Xian and the little birdie and he looked so happy for a single second in his miserable life and then Cao Cao came in and he just went... deflate :(

Speaking of Cao Cao.. he didn't really do it for me. He lacked a certain chaotic pizzazz that I think Cao Cao should have. Like he was just Some Guy who occasionally went into Cartoon Villian mode and it was just a bit... bleh. He looked ok though.

Zhuge Liang is kinda cute and I like his energy. His introduction was fun with the way they had him lying in the grass. Looks-wise he doesn't really fit my image of him (i can't deal with his hair being up all the time for a start) but he's still Blorbo™

ZHAO YUN BABY RESCUE ZHAO YUN BABY RESCUE. I didn't initially know the movie covered Changban but I'm SO glad it does.

Also. He got to cuddle Liu Bei 🥺🥰 (who, I might add, DID NOT YEET HIS SON!!!)

Actually Liu Bei really was just a cute old dad in this 💗

We haven't seen much of Guan Yu and Zhang Fei but I like that Zhang Fei seems to actually have braincells. It's a nice change. Also the scene with Guan Yu reading to the kids towards the end is so fucking cute.

I was a bit confused about Sun Quan already being styled as a prince because I was sure that didn't happen until later? but maybe i'm wrong. He's kinda hot.

I found it a bit weird that Zhuge Liang could just walk up into his face like that because it feels a bit inappropriate to do that to a prince you have literally only just met?

Where is Ziyu? Where is my son??

ZHOU YU??? I HAVE to talk for a long time about Zhou Yu. To me this portrayal is like, the Real™ Zhou Yu. I mean don't get me wrong, I enjoy the petty, competitive little bitch that he often gets portrayed as thanks to Luo Guanzhong, but this dude? He's charming. He's kind. I fell so in love with him. Sure in an ideal world he'd have been more of a prettyboy in the face but hey you can't have everything, and he was still kinda handsome. With a gorgeous smile :)

Oh yeah and the way they introduce him by fixing the flute for that kid. I was like THAT'S HIM THAT'S MY NERD. My HEART.

The romantic and sexual tension between these two is off the charts

They go to see Zhou Yu's pretty wife Xiao Qiao and Zhuge Liang helps her deliver a baby horse... just... because? And they gaze lovingly at each other a bit more

And then they go into a darkened room to have sex play a duet while Xiao Qiao and Lu Su watch on awkwardly.

Then Sun Quan's baby sister Xiaomei shows up and asserts herself as the obligatory Sword Girl™. She insists on being involved in all the action and battle scenes. Which, well, fine I guess. At least she was historically into swords.

Anyway they go hunting and we have to watch a guy almost get eaten by a tiger.

Speaking of girls, after this we have to watch Zhou Yu have ACTUAL sex with his wife (possibly to try and make us forget about his chemistry with Zhuge Liang). Which is fine, I guess. But Xiao Qiao has been pretty much a cardboard cut-out Pretty Wife for most of this. She doesn't have anything inspiring or valuable to say. They don't even mention that she's a good musician too!

Off they all go back to meet Liu Bei + Crew again and they all become FRIENDS and it turns into a really cute buddy movie between Wu and Shu. Liu Bei is WEAVING SHOES.

There's a little bit of dick-measuring, but mostly they all get on and it's cute :)

Then there's a bit long battle or whatever. The most notable moment being Zhou Yu PULLING THE ARROW OUT OF HIS SHOULDER OH GOD WHYYYYY. NOO. WHY WOULD YOU RUIN A PERFECTLY GOOD MOVIE WITH THAT

And then they have a big banquet and Sun Quan decides NOW is the perfect time to propose a marriage between his baby sister and that pathetic old Liu Bei. So she seals Liu Bei's accupoints.

The difference between Zhao Yun and Zhuge Liang's reactions to this is very befitting of their characters I think lmao

Cao Cao continues to be a horny vanilla old dick. Zhuge Liang and Xiaomei play with pigeons and have a cute chat. Which feels good to me because I always saw Liangliang as the type that properly respects women.

Zhuge Liang and Zhou Yu have a final little chat where they're like "oh gosh I really hope we don't become enemies :(:(:( " and then that's the end!!