#his hair gets all salt n pepper just like his dad’s and it makes me emo

[kyngsnake]

dilf avery? 😳

I’ve drawn Avery in his dilf era before but it wouldn’t hurt for me to draw him like this more often

[palioom]

going for a ride

summary: you've been eyeing your dad's hot best friend joel for a while, but you never had the courage to go and approach him by yourself. one day while watching him work on his harley in his garage, you finally decide to make a move.

pairing: dbf!joel miller x f!reader word count: 3.5k warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n (but a lot of nicknames); biker!joel with some tattoos; reader is in her early 20s; age gap; unprotected p in v; inappropriate use of a harley; cum shots; some dirty talk

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She was watching him.

Again.

He could feel her eyes stare into his back as he worked on his bike in his garage, door wide open in the hopes of letting a rare breeze in.

It was way too fucking hot today, and while Sarah was out with some friends, he used the time to get his bike ready, fixing some minor things and just checking if she was good to go still.

Because the weather was also good for taking his Harley for a ride again.

And her? His best friend’s daughter? Sitting in a chair on the lawn in front of her house, a big oak tree shielding her from the harsh sun.

Pretending to read a book, mostly just sparing long glances at him.

Trying to look innocent and occupied when he looked over to her.

Thinking she was slick.

She couldn’t stop thinking about him. Couldn’t stop looking.

Joel Miller, her dad’s best friend, covered in tattoos, all over his arms, his chest, up to his neck. Dark, salt and pepper hair slicked back, some sticking to his sweaty forehead.

He was hot. Working on his stupid bike like almost every day when he had the time to.

She liked to see his muscles flex as he tightened some screws or polished the sleek, black metal.

How his biceps bulged when he moved some heavy part away, or a crate or something else that showed just how strong he was.

His veiny hands when he was over at their place or they at his, watching football or having a cookout. How thick his fingers were, wrapped around a beer bottle which seemed damn small compared to his large hands.

More than just once had she imagined what his thick fingers would feel like stretching her out, late at night when the heat made it impossible to sleep. When her own hand vanished into her panties because her thoughts kept revolving around him, moaning his name quietly while her hips bucked up.

She felt herself growing wet just watching him right now.

Not once had she gone over to him when she was alone. Too nervous, her dad always going with her.

But with him gone today, on some stupid trip with one of his other friends, she just really wanted to go over, watch him work up close.

Squirming in her seat, she snapped her book closed and stood up, setting it on the chair and just looking over to Joel.

Heart beating in her chest as she tugged down her tank top just a little lower and pulled her booty shorts up just a little higher.

Now or never.

He heard her approach before he saw her, turning around with a raised brow, squinting his eyes against the harsh sun reflecting off his driveway.

“Hello, Mr. Miller.”

She looked pretty, always did, no matter what she wore.

But he couldn’t deny that there was something about the skimpy shorts and the way her breasts threatened to spill out of her top that just made her prettier.

Hotter.

Hair done up and a nervous, little smile on her face.

“Hello, darlin’.” He greeted her, wiping some oil off of his hands with a rag. Joel was curious to find out why she had come over. This was the first time she had made the way alone. “Told you before you can call me Joel.”

She stopped not too far from him, looking a bit unsure, her eyes fixed on his hands, how the tattoos moved with them. 

How adorable.

He couldn’t tell if she was more fascinated by his hands or the images on them.

“What do you need, sweetheart? Did something happen?”

Joel knew nothing had happened, smiling as he asked. 

Of course he had noticed the way she looked at him when she thought he was busy. Or at dinner, when he was over for a beer. 

When he fixed something at their place.

Always staring with her pretty eyes, turning away whenever she thought he had almost caught her.

And he couldn’t deny that he had thought about her, even if he tried not to, for her old man’s sake.

How couldn’t he?

With the way she looked and the way she acted? He’d be stupid not to think about her.

“I just- I saw you working on your bike and just wanted to ask if I could watch?” She asked, internally slapping herself for just how stupid she sounded. Watching him work on his bike, yeah sure. “I think it’s really cool and-”

“Sure, darlin’.” He chuckled, cutting off her nervous rambling. Watched as her eyes snapped up to his, smile on her face. “Wanna get a closer look?”

She nodded, eyes sparkling. All she could think about was how good he looked, with that smile of his and how it let the corner of his eyes crinkle slightly.

Joel just laughed and beckoned her closer with a nod of his head.

There was literally nothing she knew about bikes, still taking it in with wide eyes as she stepped closer to the Harley. It looked cool, that was really all she knew.

And he looked cool when he sat on it, riding through the neighbourhood, leather jacket and helmet on.

Got her squeezing her thighs together every damn time he raced past her house, running to the window when she already heard the familiar sound of it echoing up and down the street.

Joel only watched her, a smirk still on his face as he saw her circle it, lips slightly parted.

He couldn’t resist letting his eyes roam down to her ass, just peeking out from under these little shorts, making his dick twitch in his pants.

“It’s pretty.” She said sheepishly. “Like, super cool.”

“You can touch, it won’t bite.” 

Her eyes snapped up to him, apprehensive to touch the obviously very expensive motorbike, but then reaching out to touch the cool metal, the soft leather seat.

It really was a cool bike.

“Ever ridden one before?” He asked, stuffing the rag he had wiped his fingers with earlier into the back pocket of his jeans, watching her shake her head.

The way she looked at the bike almost made him wonder if she really was here for that instead of what he thought she was here for.

“No, dad said it’s too fucking dangerous to ride one.” She chuckled, trying to imagine herself on one.

All cool, clad in protective leather with sunglasses on. But never as cool as Mr. Miller.

“You’re old enough, sweetheart, your old man can’t do shit if you want one.”

Joel laughed and she joined in, clearly relaxing now.

“Yeah, like I got the money for a fucking Harley.” She joked, finishing her round and coming to stand beside him. “Said he was gonna kick me out anyways if I get one.”

A half-joke, she knew he would never.

Joel just nodded, thinking.

“You wanna sit on it?”

She looked up at him, clearly surprised by his question.

“C’mon, do it. I don’t mind.” He added, seeing the hesitation on her face. 

She really looked adorable like this, biting her bottom lip and her fingers playing with the rings on her hands. 

Fuck, they were small.

How often had he imagined them wrapped around his hard cock while he was fucking into his own fist.

So nimble and thin compared to his. Made it difficult to really imagine it was her getting him off.

“You sure, Mr. Mill-” She quickly cut herself off, correcting herself. “I mean, Joel?”

Her calling him Mister had never failed to make his dick twitch ever since had really taken notice of her one or two years back.

It was like the switch had flipped one day and he had finally seen how fucking pretty and hot she was.

“Go ahead.”

He watched her get on, a little clumsy as she swung one leg over the machine but managed to sit down. Her ass looked so good on his bike, her hands wrapping around the handles apprehensively.

“How’s she feel?” He asked, stepping a little closer as she adjusted herself on it, looking over it.

“Feels good.” She said with a smile, looking back at him, and god, that smile could melt him more than the Texas sun. “Do I look cool?”

Joel had to laugh at that, nodding his head. “Very fucking cool. Wanna feel her?”

Her brows furrowed at his words, her eyes saying everything.

“Scoot over, darlin’.” He said, swinging his leg over the bike and coming to sit behind her, his hands replacing hers on the handles.

She went rigid, with him so close to her, gasping when he turned the bike on, revving it a few times.

His laugh was so close to her ear, his chest pressed against her back as he leaned forward a little.

“What do you think?” 

A nervous laugh escaped her, moving back just a little, having to bite back a small noise when she felt him.

Already hard against her ass, hips rutting forward subconsciously as she moved against him.

She could swear she heard him groan, the loud engine drowning out the sound of it in the small garage.

Shit, he really was hard. But she tried to play it off, like she didn’t feel anything.

“Really cool, Joel.”

Joel noticed, of course, the way she stiffened and became nervous now.

His hips ground into her ass again, mouth close to her ear now.

“Wanna go for a ride?” He asked, turning off the motor, the sudden silence almost louder than the bike had been. Deafening, suffocating. “Or are you interested in a different kind of ride, sweetheart?”

She whimpered, a small noise in the back of her throat, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder. Eyes wide, maybe a little scared.

“What do you mean, Joel?”

Now that she had been cornered, she found it hard to speak, like her tongue had been tied up and rendered useless. He wasn’t actually implying what she thought he was implying, was he?

“You know what I mean, sweetheart.” He said, voice low. One of his hands came to rest on her bare thigh, feeling the softness of her skin, her eyes moving to it. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, darlin’.”

It creeped higher, her breath hitching when he squeezed a little.

“And now you come over in those skimpy shorts with your tits spilling out of your tank top and wanna tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about?”

“Joel-” Her voice was shaky, swallowing hard. “I’m-”

All he wanted was to kiss her neck, so inviting as his hand wandered down again, her hips squirming.

“C’mon, speak up like a big girl and tell me what you need.” The hand not on her thigh reached into his front pocket, finding the remote for the garage doors and pressing the button to shut them. 

Her heart was beating in her chest, whimpering as he pressed himself closer to her, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

“Want you, Joel.” She breathed out, whimpering when his fingers flexed, his lips attaching to her neck now. “Fuck, I need you.”

He smirked, kissing down the column of her neck, enjoying the little sounds she made. Smelling as sweet as she looked.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he said, hand wandering to the button of her shorts, fiddling with it, “you’ve been thinking ‘bout me, haven’t you?”

She nodded, watching his thick fingers open the button, then pull down the zipper. Mesmerized by the way the thick veins on the back of his hand danced as he moved his fingers.

His other hand came up to cup her breast, making her moan, the sound bouncing off the walls and making him groan. Soft and warm and full, like they were made for him to hold.

Fuck, she sounded so sweet, he wondered what she’d sound like moaning his name as he fucked her. Spread her sweet pussy open with his cock.

“Been thinking about my dick? What it’d feel like?” He asked, voice raspy as his hand vanished into her shorts, finding her without underwear which drew a chuckle from him. “Stretching you open?”

She was so wet already, hips jerking forward when his fingers found her swollen clit, brushing over it. So, so eager to be touched.

“Y-Yeah.” Her answer was quiet, breathy. Throwing her head back against his shoulder as he gently pressed into her clit. 

“Ever had someone fuck you, sweetheart?”

She shook her head, hands grabbing his forearm for purchase. Feeling the muscles move beneath his skin made her head feel light.

No.

“Shit.” He cursed under his breath. Couldn’t believe she was a fucking virgin.

It was impossible with how she looked.

“Joel, please-” She whined, needing more. His hand on her wasn’t enough, she needed him inside of her, feeling an orgasm come closer as he put more pressure behind his movements.

“Is someone needy for some cock?” He said, biting into the soft flesh at the crook of her neck. “What would your old man say if he saw you here, sweetheart?”

“Please-” It was all she could say, his fingers on her breast pinching her nipple through the thin fabric of her tank top.

“Please what, darlin’?” He asked, kissing over her shoulder, breath hot against her skin, his finger speeding up. “Talk to me, ask nicely.”

Her whines grew louder, hips bucking into his hand.

She needed him, aching for him to stretch her open.

“Please fuck me, Joel. Please!”

He chuckled, biting her earlobe and taking his hands out of her pants, laughing at the noise of protest she made.

She felt him get up behind her, looking at him confused for a moment before he already dragged her off the bike by her waist.

With his broad hands on her hips, he bent her over it, pressing himself against her ass, making her gasp as her hands felt around for something to brace herself on.

“Got no idea how long I’ve been thinking ‘bout you, sweetheart.” Joel grunted, fingers hooking into the waistband of her shorts and pulling them down hastily. “Your cute little ass peeking out of those slutty shorts, teasing me all the damn time, swingin’ your hips around me.”

His hands found her ass, giving her a playful, light smack, enjoying her surprised squeal. He kneaded the warm flesh before opening her for him.

“All wet for me, darlin’?” He asked, seeing her nod and moan, thumb hovering over her slick entrance and pressing against it just slightly. “What a pretty, little pussy.”

She whined, trying to press her hips back into him, making him chuckle.

Still kneading her ass, he shook his head.

“You’re such a needy little girl, aren’t you? Whining and moaning for some cock to fill you up.”

She nodded again, biting her bottom lip.

When she heard the zipper of his pants, she stilled, looking over her shoulder to watch him open his jeans and push it down along with his underwear.

Letting his heavy, thick cock spring free.

“Fuck.” She gasped, feeling warm suddenly. Nervousness settling in her stomach, his size unsettling her a little bit. “S’not gonna fit, Joel.”

He stepped closer to her, one hand on her ass and the other wrapped around the base of his cock, teasingly swiping the head through her slick folds, gathering the wetness and grunting at the feeling.

“Gonna make it fit, don’t worry, darlin’.” Joel pressed into her carefully, his own need making him impatient. “Gonna be nice ‘n gentle.”

She hissed at the sting, feeling him slide in carefully, stretching her out. A drawn out moan left her, unable to keep her voice down with how good he felt inside of her when he finally bottomed out and stilled.

So much better than her fingers.

“What a tight little pussy, darlin’. All for me.” His hands smoothed over her back, pushing up the tank top to expose more of her skin, feeling her pulse around him.

“Feels good, Joel.” She whimpered, biting her bottom lip. He was so big inside of her, nice and thick. Stretching her open just right. “Please.”

“Please, huh?” He chuckled, hands wandering to her hips again. One day he would have to fuck her so he could see her face when she said the word. “Always so polite, your dad taught you well.”

Joel pulled back slowly, hearing her moan ripple through her, before pushing back in all the way.

Setting a steady rhythm, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with their moans and grunts, echoing off the walls.

She felt hot, squeezing him tight and moving back into him with each thrust, her sounds so sweet he didn’t know how he had survived without them until now.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Looking so good bent over my bike, little pussy squeezin’ me tight.” He grunted, a particularly harsh thrust making her cry out and losing her balance for a moment, grappling for purchase. “But you gotta keep your noises down, don’t want anyone to hear you, hm?”

She slapped a hand over her mouth when his hips snapped into her again, as if to make her cry out on purpose.

“Don’t need the neighbours to know that Mr. Miller is fucking his friend’s daughter.”

He built her up fast, his cock feeling perfect inside of her, every snap of his hips getting her closer and closer to the edge.

His words were only spurring her on, his voice so deep and gravelly.

“C’mon, I know you’re close, sweetheart.” He grunted, losing his rhythm as he neared the edge as well. “Cum all over my cock like the good girl I know you are, ‘atta girl.”

She whined, sound muffled behind her hand, that familiar surge of her orgasm so much more intense when he pushed her over, crying out for him.

“There we go, ‘atta girl, pretty girl.”

Her legs felt wobbly as her entire body trembled, her slick coating his cock while he kept pounding into her, eyes on her ass, watching it jiggle in time with his thrusts.

Driving into her over and over, having just enough of a mind to pull out when he fell over the edge, stroking himself as white ropes of cum shot all over her ass and lower back, a deep grunt rumbling in his chest.

She whimpered, feeling so empty as he came all over her, his other hand on her hip holding her up, his noises making her shiver.

His cum felt warm on her back, a feeling she quite liked.

Her mind was hazy, hand falling from her mouth as she became limp, trying to gather her breath.

Joel swallowed hard, seeing her with his cum all over her.

What a pretty sight.

He knew then and there this wouldn’t be the only time this happened, already needing more as his thumb drew circles into her skin.

“You alright, darlin’?” He asked, reaching for the rag in his back pocket after he had pulled his pants up again and began to clean her up.

How he wished he could leave it there for longer, wished he could see her face covered in it.

Some day.

She nodded and hummed, slowly pushing herself up into a standing position, bracing herself on the Harley, legs wobbling.

“‘M fine, Joel, thank you.” She said, feeling him bend over behind her and pull up her shorts for her, helping her to close them.

He chuckled at her look when she turned around, hand on his tattooed forearm. Dazed smile and eyes glazed over, looking just a little too blissed out.

“Felt really good.”

“You good to walk home?” He asked, hand on her back, all the gentleman again now. “Or do you need a minute, sweetheart?”

Like he hadn’t just said all that filth about how tight she was. Or had his cock buried inside her to the hilt.

She nodded, walking beside him to the garage door which opened now. “Yeah, I think I’m good.”

“Good.” He said, wide, mischievous smile on his lips as the sun flooded back into the garage. Hand falling from her back now as they stood there, just looking at each other. “You know, sweetheart, if you wanna know more about bikes, just come on over.”

The look he gave her made her heart stop, but she giggled at his words.

“I’ll gladly teach you more.”

She nodded. “Thank you, Mr. Miller.”

A wide grin graced her face, laughing again before she walked off, steps just a little wobbly still.

He could swear her hips swayed more than usual, ass peeking out at the bottom of her shorts again.

The barbeque at her place in two days would be very interesting.

And he really hoped she’d come over again, just so he could take her for another ride.

[butdaddyilovehim-hs]

Obsession - Part 1

Summary: Y/N meets her brother's girlfriend's dad for the first time... and they can't seem to stay away from each other. Warnings: older!H, age gap romance, smut to come, angst

Word Count - 4k

"Jake, they're going to be here soon, right? You need to come downstairs so you can introduce me when they get here."

"Calm down, Y/N. I'm coming. Is the food ready?" Jake calls from his room. Y/N nods as she pulls the tray out of the oven before realising that he can't see her and yells back an affirmative. This is big. Jake had never invited any of his girlfriend's families to meet her - it had simply never been that serious before. But he seems to really like Isla, and Y/N, being the protective big sister, made him organise something. From what Y/N knows, Isla's mom is out of the picture, and she lives with her dad.

As Y/N quickly sets the table, she can't help but think about how much has changed since their parents' tragic accident five years ago. She was just 19 at the time, thrust into a world of responsibilities she hadn't been prepared for. But she rose to the challenge, becoming not only Jake's guardian but also his closest confidante and friend.

Now, at 24, Y/N is balancing her own life as well. She's in her final year at university, pursuing a degree in literature. Her love for books and storytelling has always been a part of her, and it's no surprise to anyone who knows her that she has chosen this path. Her dream is to become a writer one day, like her mom had been, crafting novels that will transport readers to different worlds, if only for a little while.

Jake emerges from his room, his usually tousled hair neatly combed. He wears a crisp shirt and a slightly anxious expression. Y/N can't help but smile at her brother. He has grown into a responsible and kind-hearted young man, and she is proud of him for taking this step.

"You look great," Y/N says, offering a reassuring smile. "Just be yourself, and everything will go fine."

Jake nods, though his nervousness is still evident. Y/N knows how much he cares about Isla, and she is determined to make this dinner a pleasant experience for all of them.

As they hear the doorbell ring, Y/N takes a deep breath and prepares herself, sneaking a quick glance at her brother, who looks even more anxious.

"Remember," Y/N whispers to Jake, "just be genuine. Show him that you truly care about Isla, and he'll see the same good-hearted young man that I see."

Jake nods, and they both make their way to the front door. Y/N swings it open and it takes everything in her to keep her jaw from falling open. Isla and her father stand in the doorway, the latter carrying a large bouquet of flowers. But the flowers aren't what has Y/N so taken aback.

The first thing that strikes her is his striking handsomeness. He has a timeless charm about him, with a chiseled jawline, piercing green eyes, and salt-and-pepper hair that only seems to enhance his rugged appeal. His eyes scan her up and down before he offers her a smile, one that Y/N feels in her core. He couldn’t have been older than 45, and he carries himself well. He oozes wealth and success, and Y/N has to remind herself to maintain her composure.

"Hello, Mr. Styles," she manages to say, though her voice quivers slightly. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I'm Y/N, Jake's sister."

Mr. Styles extends his hand with a warm smile. "Y/N, the pleasure is mine, but it's Harry. I insist,” he replies, his voice smooth and comforting.

As they shake hands, Y/N can't help but feel a subtle connection between them, beyond the initial surprise of his appearance. His hand is warm, and she revels in the touch before realizing she might have been holding on a bit too long. She quickly composes herself, dropping his grip as Isla introduces herself, and Y/N sends the young girl what she hopes is a welcoming smile.

As they all settle at the dinner table, Y/N tries to put her initial surprise behind her and focus on making the evening enjoyable for everyone. The conversation flows smoothly, with Jake and Isla sharing stories of their time together. Harry doesn't grill Jake like Y/N had been worried he would, but instead, he is polite and extremely well-spoken. The sleeve of his jacket slides up slightly while he speaks, gesturing with his hands, and Y/N's eyes almost roll off her head when she catches sight of the start of a sleeve of tattoos. He must have noticed her staring because Y/N suddenly feels his eyes on her, and she meets his gaze to find him wearing a slightly mischievous smirk.

"So, Y/N, we haven't heard much from you this evening. Tell me about yourself." He leans forward, taking a sip of his wine, staring at her over the top of his glass.

"Oh, um," Y/N begins, feeling the blush rise to her cheeks. She is mindful that Jake and Isla are also seated at the table, so she needs to control herself.

"I'm in my final year at university currently. I'm studying literature."

"Really? It's one of my interests as well. I used to teach it before I took over running my father's company."

"Oh, that's amazing. I'm the same way… Jake likes to joke that we're going to run out of space for all my books." Y/N laughs, and Harry joins in her laughter. Jake simply rolls his eyes, muttering to Isla about how Y/N is going to fill his room with books when he moves out.

"Y/N, I forgot to ask you about this, and Mr. Styles, I hope it's alright, but I actually managed to get Isla and me concert tickets for this evening. Would it be alright if we went? I promise we'll be back before midnight." Jake pipes up, rubbing his hands together nervously. Y/N shoots Harry a look, who simply shrugs and nods.

"As long as you're being safe, I think that should be okay. Have fun, you two. Y/N and I will clean up."

Jake and Isla quickly bid their goodbyes, with Y/N and Isla exchanging numbers, and Y/N making the younger girl promise to text her if she ever needs anything. When the door shuts behind them, Harry and Y/N are left alone, and the air in the room shifts considerably.

"So…"

"So…" Harry mimics, coaxing a small laugh from Y/N.

"You don't have to stay. I can clean up alone. I'm sure you'd rather get home." Y/N says as she starts taking the plates to the sink.

"No, I'd like to stay. Get to know you a bit more." Harry picks up the wine glasses and follows her into the kitchen. Her breath hitches as she feels him behind her, but he simply reaches over her to place the glasses in the sink before moving back to the table to grab more things.

"Are you sure? No one waiting for you at home?" The question slips out before Y/N can stop it, and she internally facepalms. Get it together, Y/N. He isn’t interested. He's older than her, by a lot. Even if he didn’t have a girlfriend, what he did have was a hell of a lot more experience.

Harry appears back in the doorway of the kitchen, holding more plates, his smirk back on his face.

"No… no one at home. Are you trying to kick me out? Got a boyfriend coming over?"

"No boyfriend. I… haven’t had much luck in that department." She turns away from him, facing the sink so he wouldn’t be able to see the blush on her cheeks.

"Really? Pretty girl like you? I would assume the boys would be falling at your feet."

She shakes her head in a silent laugh as she loads the dishwasher before pulling out two clean wine glasses, lifting one in offering.

"One more glass wouldn’t hurt. Then I’ll leave you to your evening." He takes it with a nod of thanks, opening the bottle, and Y/N moves to sit on the couch, bringing the glasses with her. He sits beside her, and Y/N forces herself to relax when she realises how close he is. She can smell his cologne now. It’s vanilla, intoxicating, and almost euphoric.

"It’s fine. I enjoy some new company once in a while. Jake is a great kid, but we do get tired of each other."

"He seems great. Isla really likes him."

"Isla’s really amazing. You’ve done a really great job with her."  At this, Harry looks proud.

"I appreciate that. Raising a kid alone has been a struggle, but we’ve managed this far. I can’t believe she’s going to be 18. So, I’m curious to know more about your thoughts on some classics.  I don’t know many people who take as much of an interest in books as I do. What are your favourites?

“I love this question. I've always been fascinated by the works of Russian authors. Dostoevsky, in particular, has this incredible ability to explore the depths of human psychology. 'Crime and Punishment' is a masterpiece in that regard.”

Harry nods, his gaze fixed on Y/N as if hanging on to her every word. 

"I couldn't agree more. Dostoevsky's exploration of guilt, morality, and the human condition is both thought-provoking and intense. 'The Brothers Karamazov' is another one of his works that left a profound impact on me.”

"And what about contemporary literature? Are there any recent books or authors that have caught your attention?”

Y/N pauses, considering her response, swirling what is left in her glass.

"Well, I've been quite taken by the works of Kazuo Ishiguro. His ability to craft emotionally resonant narratives is truly remarkable. 'Never Let Me Go' is a haunting exploration of identity and mortality."

Harry nods again in agreement. "Ishiguro's prose is beautifully understated, and his exploration of themes like memory and love is incredibly moving. 'The Remains of the Day' is another gem. I have a really great article on some of his work. What’s your number? I’ll send you the link.” He pulls out his phone and looks at her expectantly. 

Y/N rattles off the digits and her heart races when he phone dings on the table. She has his number. 

There’s silence for a moment as they both drink from their glasses. Y/N can tell they’re both well aware of the tension, but Harry is better at hiding how he’s affected compared to her. 

"Have you dated since Isla’s mother?" Y/N isn’t quite sure where the question comes from, but her wine glass is getting awfully low, and Harry’s presence is messing with her head. Every few seconds, her eyes wander to his lips, and Harry follows her gaze. They’re treading in dangerous waters, and they both know it, but for some reason, it’s even more exciting. Y/N shifts slightly on the couch, and her knee brushes his. Harry doesn’t flinch; he doesn’t move; he just keeps his leg where it is, maintaining the contact. She watches as he takes another sip of wine, his gaze fixed on her, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and desire.

"Dated is a strong term. I sleep with people when I feel the urge. I haven’t met anyone that I’ve wanted to start anything serious with. No one I wanted to… what is it your generation says? Wine and dine?" He raises his glass in Y/N’s direction, his eyes locked onto hers.

Y/N can't help but laugh at his playful tone, even as her heart races at the implications of his words.

"Yes, wine and dine. That's certainly an approach, Mr. Styles.” She hadn’t meant for the name to sound as suggestive as it did. Or maybe she did. He swallows thickly at the use of his last name, shifting in his seat. 

“Well maybe I just haven’t met the woman who’s made me want to change.”

“That’s a… possibility.” He’s slightly closer to her now and his scent is overwhelming her. Her gaze flicks from his eyes back down to his lips again and this time, he calls her out on it. 

“Do you need something Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“I asked if you needed something. You seem rather fascinated… is there something on my face?”

“Oh! No! There’s nothing on your face it’s fine.” “Just fine?” He teases and Y/N covers her face with her hands, her head spinning slightly from the alcohol. She looks up at him again, meeting his eyes and trapping her bottom lip between her teeth. He groans, almost inaudibly. 

“Stop looking at me like that Y/N or I’m going to think-” He trails off, before shaking his head and running a hand over his face. He stands, picking up his wine glass and moves towards the kitchen.

“Think what Harry?” Y/N follows him, standing in the doorway, forcing him to look at her. 

“I- I think I should be going. It was lovely to meet you and Jake finally, I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.” 

Y/N decides to play dumb. She is fully aware of what’s behind his sudden change of mood, and she knows he’s cautious. Wary. Normally she would be too, but the wine has made her bold and he’s captivating. 

"Harry," Y/N says softly, taking a step closer to him."Is everything okay?” 

Harry lets out a sigh, his shoulders slumping as he looks at her with a mixture of longing and frustration. "Y/N, you're making it really difficult for me to leave," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

“So don’t.” Her arms go up, around his neck and they’re close now. Close enough that Y/N can feel the warmth of his breath on her face. And then he’s leaning in. 

Their lips touch for the first time and it’s electric. Harry’s hands move up her body, tangling in her hair, pulling slightly and Y/N moans into his mouth. He quickly establishes dominance in the kiss, kissing her until she’s gasping for air. He walks with her, pushing her until her back is against the wall and he’s leaning into her. Harry pulls back for a moment to breathe and Y/N pulls him closer, wanting needing him in her orbit. He sinks into her touch for a second, two, three and then he’s pulling away from her, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Fuck.” He mutters, almost to himself and his internal turmoil is more than evident on his face.

“Harry? What’s wrong?”

“Y/N I’m almost twice your age. And this?” He gestures between them. “Can’t happen.” 

“Why not? You feel it don’t you? The pull? There’s something here.” Y/N steps closer and Harry lets her. 

“Of course I feel it Y/N and that’s why I know that whatever it is, we need to ignore. You’re young, and I’m well…”

“Just because I’m young, it doesn’t mean I’m immature Harry. As an adult, I’m telling you that whatever this is, I’m ok with it.”

“I can’t- I don’t… Y/N, I have to go.” 

Y/N stands there speechless as Harry pushes away from her. He grabs his jacket off the couch and moves towards the door. 

“Harry, let’s talk about this.”

“Thanks for dinner.” And then he’s gone, shutting the door behind him, leaving Y/N alone, incredible confused and slightly turned on. 

It’s been two weeks since Y/N saw Harry at dinner and it’s been about two minutes since she last thought about him. Well to be more precise, since she last thought about the feeling of his lips on hers. If she closes her eyes, she can picture it. The warmth of his touch, the way he pushed her up against the wall…

“Y/N? Are you even listening to me?” Jake waves a hand in front of his sisters face, noting that it’s the 3rd time that she’s zoned out during the conversation.

“Oh. Sorry. What were you saying?” Y/N forces herself to pay attention. 

“Isla said she’d text you but she wanted to know if you’d be cool with going over to their place to help her with an assignment for her literature class.” 

“Umm… is her dad going to be there?”

“Mr Styles?” Jake raises a quizzical brow. “I don’t know… why?”

“Uh, no reason. When does she want me to come over? I’m working most of this week except tomorrow.”

“I told her that, she said tomorrow was fine. Thanks for helping her Y/N she’ll appreciate it.”

“No worries Jake.” Y/N offered a small smile but internally, she couldn’t be more stressed. The thought of seeing Harry again, especially after he left in such a rush, made her incredibly nervous. Maybe he wouldn’t be there. Hopefully he wouldn’t be home. 

(4:09pm) Isla Styles: Hi Y/N! Jake told me you were happy to come over and help me tomorrow! Thank you so much! I should be home around 6pm, usually I work till 8 but I’ll ask to finish early. Dad shouldn’t be home so I’ll leave a key under the mat for you. Let yourself in at 6 if I’m not home yet and I’ll meet you there.

(4:34pm) Y/N: Hey Isla! No worries, happy to help. See you tomorrow :)

6pm rolls around and Y/N finds herself standing in front of the house… well mansion Isla had given her the address for. There are no cars in the driveway so Y/N assumes Isla is running late. But just in case, she knocks. And she waits. There’s no sound from inside the house so Y/N fumbles under the mat for the key and slides it in the lock. She’s aware she’s alone in the house but she still tiptoes inside quietly. The ceilings are high, and there is a large statement staircase in the middle of the entrance. Floor to ceiling windows are in excess and Y/N stands quietly in awe for a few moments. It’s modern, and clean and everything Y/N would want in a house. She finds the living room easily, deciding to set up the few things she brought to help Isla with her assignment on the dining table. 

(6:09pm) Isla Styles: I’m on my way! 15 minutes, I swear! Make yourself at home x

Y/N is opening her laptop when she hears a noise. A noise that sounds a lot like a moan. And then it happens again. It’s faint, muffled due to where she is in the house, so she moves from the dining table to the bottom of the staircase. 

“Fuck Harry. Right there, oh my GOD!” The woman’s voice is high pitched, her moans increasing in volume as Harry, from what Y/N can gather, fucks the shit out of her. 

“You like that baby? Gonna come for me? You feel so good. Fuck Y/N.”

Y/N stills at the sound of her name, not waiting to hear the other woman’s response before scrambling back to the kitchen. Did he just…? Surely not.

10 minutes passes and Y/N hears heels click clacking down the stairs. From where she sits, she gets a glimpse of a woman in a short blue dress, who lets herself out without another sound. 

At least they’re done, Y/N thinks to herself. 

She’s scrolling mindlessly on her phone, willing Isla to appear, when she hears footsteps. She didn’t hear the front door open again which means…

Harry appears in front of her, with only a pair of boxers on, making his way to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water. He hasn’t noticed her yet and Y/N doesn’t really know how to handle it. But as usual, her mouth speaks before her brain catches up.

“Do you usually call the women you’re hooking up with my name? Or is that just a more recent thing?” 

He jumps, spilling a bit of water down his chest, as he realises who is sitting at his dining room table.

“Y/N what the fuck are you doing in my house?”

“Hello to you too. Isla wanted help with an assignment. She’s late, so she told me to let myself in. She also told me you wouldn’t be home. But obviously you are… and someone else is too it seems.” She smirks at how uncomfortable he seems as she makes her way over to him. 

“Isla isn’t home till after 8 on Saturdays.” Is all he can think of to say. 

“Mmm. You didn’t answer my question.”

“I’m not discussing my sex life with you Y/N. I told you, nothing is going to happen between us.” But even so, he steps closer. 

“Ok, but if you’re calling other women my name, you must want it to. And I want it to. So that makes us two consenting adults. I don’t think I can stay away from you, Harry.” 

Harry’s eyes shut as he inhales the smell of Y/N’s perfume, the intoxicating scent taking him back to the night a few weeks before. This time Y/N is the one to lean in, attaching her lips to his. She’s mindful that he was fucking someone else just moments before but in the moment she can’t bring herself to care. She can feel the moment that Harry gives in, caging her in against the kitchen counter, devouring her mouth with his. Y/N runs her fingers down his chest, revelling in the chance she gets to touch and feel. His skin is smooth and his curls are soft. She finds the harder she pulls, the more insatiable he becomes. 

“Y/N? Are you here?” Isla’s voice rings out from the foyer and both Harry and Y/N freeze, pulling away from each other.  

“Get out of here… when she sees you without any fucking clothes on she’s going to ask questions.” Y/N pushes on his bare chest and Harry quickly moves up the back stairs up to his room, but not before pressing a small peck to her lips again. 

“I’m so sorry I’m a bit late! Are you ready to get started?” Isla chirps, completely oblivious as to what was happening just moments before. 

Y/N nods, and starts to show Isla some of the books she brought when her phone dings. Once, twice, then three times.

“Someone’s popular!” Isla jokes. Y/N offers her a small smile as she flips her phone over. 

(6:31pm) Harry: You’re right.

(6:31pm) Harry: I don’t think I can stay away from you either.

(6:31pm) Harry: Let me take you out for dinner. Let’s talk. 

Y/N glances nervously over at Isla, who seems engrossed in her reading material. 

(6:33pm) Y/N: Ok. We’ll talk.

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MAKING OUT WITH THE BRIDE'S FATHER - JOEL MILLER HEADCANONS ✨

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: the reason why I love Pedro so much is that he always makes me feel alive no matter how bad the situation is 💟

A/N #2: besties I'm so sorry about this Headcanon, I know it's sooooo bad, but I had the idea several weeks ago I think I don't really remember and I've been writing a little bit every day since but I went through a lot in a short time and I lost inspiration but at the same time it was really bothering me to see it lying in my drafts unfinished, I'm sorry it sucks, but I love you all 💕

• you met Sarah Miller when she was only a freshman girl, completely lost in her first day of college after she was dropped off and looking like a scared little deer even if she tried assuring you she was alright

• you were a few years older than her and you'd been there, so you pretended to believe she was alright but still offered her some help to get her dorm organized and simply find herself around campus; she quickly accepted it and that was how your friendship had started

• during the semester, you became one of Sarah's best friends; as you were always there to help her out, advise her or simply offer her some company or comfort the days she felt lonely and missed her family too much - you knew she didn't know her mom and she was raised by her dad and her uncle which you thought it was pretty awesome of them, but other than that, you didn't actually hear much about them, as you both often talked about other stuff

• and so the years passed and soon enough Sarah was graduating and marrying her college sweetheart, Ben, who'd been introduced to her by you during a party, so it was more than exciting to be invited to that beautiful party

• so you packed your bags, got yourself a decent place on Airbnb and went to Austin, to celebrate the wedding of your beloved friend, due to conflicting schedules, you could only get there a few days before the wedding, which ruined your plans of meeting Sarah's family, having dinner together and getting to the city, since the most you were able to do was just handle the last adjustment and details for your dress, help Sarah with the arrangements for the party and of course, party hard in her bachelorette party

• the bachelorette party was partially organized by you, as you never really knew how those things were supposed to go, other than just the scenes you saw in several movies, should you go to a male strip club? Should there be men half naked rubbing themselves against you and your friends? You weren't so sure, so you talked to Sarah and you picked a nice nightclub to dance and drink

• so you and your group of friends hit the club, all in your best clothes, nice heels and Sarah wearing a cute little party veil so everyone would know she was the bride to be. The night was perfect and you danced and drank as much as you wanted, knowing you could just call yourself a Uber to go home

• you stayed until the end of the party, your group of friends had all left home in different Uber rides and Sarah was picked up by Ben just some moments ago, so you grabbed your purse, paid for your part of your check and went to the parking lot, since your uber wouldn't take much to get there

• and that was when you saw him: easily the most handsome man you'd ever seen, older than you of course, tall, broad, brown hair salt and peppered and leaning against his truck. He seemed to be waiting for someone, but his attention was immediately shifted towards you, and he couldn't pay attention to anything else

• you just caught Joel's attention as you walked out of that bar; you didn't seem drunk or wasted, but definitely a little tipsy and while he wasn't a creep - Sarah had accidentally called him and asked him to pick her up and there was no way in the world he wouldn't come for his little girl, even if she wasn't little anymore and was going to be a married girl in a couple of days

• and even when she explained to her dad that she didn't mean to call him and he didn't need to pick her up because she was already going home with Ben - clearly drunk, which bothered Joel but he couldn't actually do anything about it - he said he was just going back to sleep, omitting the fact he was already at the parking lot waiting for her. She wasn't a child anymore, but he really missed when she was one because then, she would still be his sweet little Sarah wearing her cute star PJs to bed, and not exiting the club completely drunk like she did a while ago

• but all that whining went away in the blink of an eye once Joel spotted you, because he couldn't recall seeing a better looking woman at a bar in so fucking long, that or it was because he hadn't gotten laid in so long, his balls might've been blue but he wasn't just gonna empty them on the first woman he saw, so he just kept using his hand for it

• but you... He swallowed hard and decided to take a few steps towards you, after all, it wouldn't hurt just to make sure you were doing okay and no creeps were bothering you, because he wasn't a creep, he just wanted to make sure you were alright

• and when you saw Joel walking towards you, you felt your breath caught in your chest. He was so freaking handsome, big and manly, the kind of man to put you on all fours and fuck you while he whispers into your ear what a good girl for him you really are

• and you didn't remember much of your interaction with him, when you realized what you were doing, you were pressed against the hood of his truck, kissing him hungrily while his strong hands squeezed your body and roamed all over you; your hands messing up with his curls, tugging at them slightly as you moaned into his mouth, against better judgement you could let yourself be fucked by him at that moment

• however, you didn't even know his name, it was a dangerous game your body begged you to play, but your rational side was still too alert for it, so when you managed to see your Uber had arrived, you found strength in yourself to get rid of his intoxicating touch in your body and simply run to the car, you should've asked his name, but you didn't

• and the following days after that night at the bar, as much as you tried thinking of something else, all you could focus on, was that handsome man and the way he held you, he gripped your body and kissed you; it was different from any kind of touch you'd experienced, that mysterious man seemed addictive to you

• but as the wedding approached, your lustful thoughts had to be placed aside so you could focus on all the tasks you had to do: help Sarah get ready, check the venue for her and so on, not to mention getting ready yourself for the event, being so busy you totally skipped the part where you'd meet her family

• as you waited in church for her with the rest of your friends, you couldn't help but being extremely shocked to see Sarah walking down the aisle by her father, whom you had never actually seen before that night at the bar, but he happened to be your mysterious fling from the parking lot

• Joel also couldn't believe the hot girl he'd made out with was his daughter's best friend, he knew he was older than you even if you both hadn't much time to talk, but he didn't expect that

• you two had to stop those feelings aside so you could focus on the ceremony, but the way Joel kept glancing at you, made it pretty obvious you'd have a very interesting wedding reception afterwards 😉

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[unabashegirl]

Different 8 | College HS

Harry's quiet, routine-driven life changes one weekend when he meets Y/N through a mutual friend at her party. She comes from a superficial, materialistic world with absent parents who believe money solves everything. Despite their differences, something clicks that night, and Y/N can't stop thinking about him.

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Harry watched her as she slid out of the car. She never really jumped out or stepped off because of her height difference. Her Jeep was too elevated off the ground. He found it adorable. She locked and closed the door before trotting to him and grabbing his hand.

Harry noticed how she pulled on the sleeves of her shirt and how she buttoned up. He could see that she was nervous, and it was a nice change. “Do I look okay?” she whispered as they entered the dorm. “I should have worn makeup,” she said under her breath.

“You look stunning. Stop worrying,” Harry reassured her, nudging her hand away from her hair. “They don’t bite. I promise,” he whispered as he pulled her toward the foyer of the dorm.

“Wait, Harry!” she stopped him, suddenly very concerned and anxious. She wanted to make a good first impression, and Harry had barely spoken about his parents. Therefore, Y/N didn’t have the slightest idea of how to approach them. “What do I say?”

“Just be you.” She inhaled deeply in an attempt to calm her heart rate. Y/N also felt a bit uncomfortable being in the dorm. She felt like it was something prohibited, even though it wasn’t.

“Mum,” Harry called out as they walked up to a small sitting area by the fireplace. The first thing Y/N noticed was how nicely they were both dressed. She could see the resemblance. Y/N could see where Harry had gotten his luscious head of hair, but he definitely had his mother’s eyes.

Harry’s dad got up as soon as he noticed them. He was just as tall as Harry. They looked like printed copies, except he had salt-and-pepper hair.

“This is Y/N,” Harry introduced her as she nervously leaned forward and stretched out a hand.

Harry’s dad cheekily winked at his son, then shifted his attention back to Y/N.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Mr. Styles,” she said as soon as he shook her hand.

“It’s nice to finally put a face to your name. We’ve heard lots about you,” he said. “Although, he has been very secretive about you.” Y/N giggled and glanced at Harry for a second. It was true—he had only mentioned very surface-level things about her.

“You are gorgeous,” Mrs. Styles said before anyone else could say something. “Hello,” she breathed, stretching her hand out for Y/N, which she gracefully took without any hesitation.

“Good evening, Mrs. Styles.” Harry stood back and watched the most important women in his life interact with one another.

“Please call me Anne,” she insisted, taking the stress and tension off Y/N. “Now, where is this wonderful café that you keep talking about?”

“It’s just a few blocks away. Is that alright?” Harry threw an arm over his mother’s shoulders as he guided her out of the dorm and toward another exit.

“It’s fine, as long as it has some decent food.” Harry stretched out his other hand for Y/N to take when he noticed that she was quietly drifting behind.

Y/N quietly figured out where he was taking them. It was a cute, cozy café that served all types of food, only a couple of blocks away from school.

“What would you like?” Harry asked her as they finally arrived at the cute coffee shop.

“Coffee, please,” she shyly said as the three stared at her. “Would you like some help?” she asked, slowly rising from her seat.

“No need to,” Harry smiled at her before going up to order.

The family ordered coffee for everyone and a few of everything. They had been traveling most of the day, which was why they were starving.

The conversation naturally started flowing, with Mr. Styles asking Y/N what her parents did for a living, where she lived, and what she was studying. Harry’s mother was too entertained eating a chocolate croissant to interrupt but eventually joined in.

They talked about America and how different it was from England. Mrs. Styles also made sure to openly invite Y/N to England. The conversation eventually drifted to the two women as they took charge, sharing different anecdotes and jokes. Harry and his father sat back, only chiming in here and there.

Harry didn’t mind remaining silent as it gave him the opportunity to watch her and the way she expressed herself. It was mesmerizing how she gesticulated and emphasized her points using her hands.

“I’m sure your parents come to visit all the time. How lucky to live so close to you. I wish I could see my Harry that often,” Mrs. Styles said, tearing up a little. They had just arrived, but she already missed him. Y/N tensed up at the mention of her parents and couldn’t help feeling jealous that Harry had loving parents always willing to travel to see him.

Harry looked up at his mom and slightly shook his head, hinting that parents were a touchy subject for Y/N. Mrs. Styles instantly caught on and quickly moved on.

“This has been lovely, but unfortunately, I have to get going. I have an early class tomorrow,” Y/N apologized, remembering that she still had to make herself some lunch and do laundry.

“Of course! Thank you for joining us, Y/N. I’m so happy to finally meet you,” Mrs. Styles said, pulling her into a hug. “Please come visit.”

“Thank you for having me. I hope to see you both soon, and I hope you enjoy your stay,” Y/N said as she hugged Mr. Styles too.

“I’ll be back in a few,” Harry said to them before following after her. “Hey,” he called out to her and stopped her. “Thank you for coming. You were so sweet.”

“I hope they like me,” she whispered, now nervous to know what impression they had of her.

Harry smiled and kissed her, sending a chill down her back.

“I’m sure they do,” he reassured her, pushing a strand of hair back after it had gone rogue. “Why are you pouting?” Harry tilted his head, waiting for an explanation. He ran his fingers across her untucked lip, holding back his desire to bite it.

Harry chuckled and kissed her softly, taking his time. His hands itched with the desire to touch her.

“I have to go,” she exhaled loudly as she gently pulled away.

“Drive safe,” he called out to her. “Text me when you get home.” She turned and smiled at him before continuing to walk. He waited until she had disappeared before heading back inside. “What do you think?” he asked, sitting down beside his mother.

“She’s really sweet. I like her,” Harry smiled back at his mother. “Is she officially your girlfriend?”

“Yes,” Harry lied, not wanting to worry them or let them think that things were complicated.

“Good,” Mr. Styles smiled as they left the café. Harry insisted on accompanying his parents to the hotel before going back to the dorm.

He texted her as soon as he got back to his room, ending the day with a golden brooch.

Thank you for today. I am so lucky to have you. Sweet dreams.

Monday came around like every other day. Harry rushed around his dorm room, trying to get everything ready for class since he had woken up relatively late.

He had lunch with Sarah, who confessed her initial annoyance towards Y/N. Things had changed for her since the weekend.

In the afternoon, Harry had an organic chemistry class on the other side of campus. A class that he had tried his best not to dislike, but it had been impossible lately, especially since the professor always seemed angry and dull.

He sat by the window, which allowed him to get a bit distracted and not fall asleep as easily. As expected, the professor walked in with his permanent frown. He looked like he hated breathing the same air as them. He immediately directed them to their books and handed out a worksheet for people to develop in pairs.

Harry worked on it quickly, not wanting to have to take it home. However, he was interrupted by honking. His attention drifted to the source of it. He did a double-take, not believing his eyes.

“Do you see her?” Harry nudged Ganesh, with whom he was paired. Ganesh chuckled and shook his head at Harry.

“You are one lucky son of a bitch, Harry Styles,” Ganesh responded as they both looked over at her.

She had parked across the street under a tree. Y/N waved and motioned for him to come out.

“What are you still doing here?” Ganesh asked. “Go live a little,” he insisted.

Harry smiled to himself as he considered every possible outcome of not attending class. He quickly threw everything into his backpack and waited until the professor turned to look at his laptop to sneak out.

“What are you doing here?” he laughed, his arms wide open. “Wait, how do you know my schedule?”

“Too many questions! Get in!”

[your-nanas-house]

Cillian x stylist!reader (bonus points if it comes with age gap 👉👈)

Really loved this Pairing! Sorry if it took me so long. 🙇🏼‍♀️

Imagine Cillian having Y/n as his stylist

◇ Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Stylist!Reader

◇ Warnings: age gap (both off age), drinking, business, cheese (?), fluff

◇ Summary: Y/n calls Cillian in the middle of the night to show him a new 'creation' of hers.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

"Thanks for coming, Cillian. I got this pieces that screamed just three things... ireland, Cillian and old-ish. And I couldn't wait to show you" the young woman informed as she kept walking quickly to her studio followed by the famous irish actor Cillian Murphy.

She had took her father's place as the older actor's stylist since some years now and had been lucky enough to be that close that she could call him at 2am and receive an actuall answered.

"Ireland, Cillian and old-ish?" The man repeated bit amused but yet confused, not understanding if he should take it as a compliment or as an insult

"And this couldn't have waited at all. You called me asking me to be here as soon as I could to show me some clothes?" He asked, his tone bit harsher than intended... not that Y/n minded, though.

She was used at worse.

"Of course not, Cilly. I have two beers in the fridge and some cheese I want you to try. It's from France" she informed him with a grin as she opened the door and switched on the lights to show him the outfit he would wear in some weeks

"There it is.... it just screams, am I right?" She asked again making Cillian's poker face drop, a laugh breaking the silence

"If you say so, darling. I like it, though" he nodded inspecting it casually with a slightly smile

"It will fit you perfectly, it matches your salt-pepper hair and your eyes" her voice informed him from another room since she had left her 'work room' to get the beers as soon as Cillian had moved to check the outfit and the fabric.

"Dad isn't so sure but I would bet on it. You look good in lots of things but this kind of style is just heaven to see on you" her praise made the older actor chuckle under his breath and take a big sip from the cheap beer before following her back to her living room.

They both sat close to each other, chatting about absolute nothing while enjoying the cheese, the beer, their company and... the time (2am) was suddenly forgotten.

[redheadspark]

Could you do number 1 with Jack Russell from Werewolf By Night?

A/N - I love this, thanks for requesting this! Enjoy!

Tie

Summary - A simple gesture meant the world to Jack.

Warnings - Angst and fluff together

“Jack, your tie looks appalling,”

“What do you mean, Amor?” 

You chuckled as you gestured to the crooked tie he was attempting to fix, seeing his reflection through the mirror and how he was looking a bit flustered.  His hair was growing in a bit on the back of his neck, showing the salt and pepper that was creeping through in his brown locks and the stubble that he was growing in as well.  Some of the Knicks and scars from old jobs and close calls were seen on his skin, but your eyes were mostly on the poor attempt of using a tie.

“Here, let me see,” You hummed having Jack turn around to face you while you were starting to work on his tie.  He watched you with a raised brow, you adjusting in the right spots with nimble fingers, and with no hesitation you then smoothed out his shirt and tie with your fingers.

“Where did you learn how to tie a tie?” He asked, you giving him a questioning look as he threw up his hands in defense, “Merely wondering, my love,”

“My father,” You replied with a soft smile, “I watched him dress himself all the time for his job, and he helped my brother when he was applying for jobs and internships.  Thankfully, he never had to worry about that for me,”

“Ah,” Jack replied, though you rolled your eyes at him.

“Monster hunting does not include wearing formal attire,” You joked, then taking a few steps back to see your handiwork on Jack.  He laughed at the remark as you tilted your head in his direction, "There, now you look decent,”

“Hey!” He replied, you about to move away from him reaching out to you to pull you in his arms.  Yet he was still too fast, his arms going around you far too quickly to tuck you in close and kiss you softly.  You melted in his embrace, framing his face in your hands and kissing him back just as softly.  Having this small bubble of a moment with him was sacred, given you two were busy killing monsters around the world and trying not to get killed as well.  But you two made it work, and you pulled away to lightly slap him on the chest.

“We need to head to the dinner before my parents think we flaked!  Come on then,” You hummed, reaching up to wipe away the lipstick that was left behind on his chin.  Jack laughed, reaching for both of the coats in hand.

“I happen to like your father, and I would rather not be late…again,” He joked, making you snort in agreement.  

“You’ll never forget that, will you?” You asked him coyly as he held open the front door for you to go through. 

“Never,” He replied.

“Here, Jack.  I got you,” 

Seeing Jack looking worn down to the bone and on the verge of tears made you swiftly move over to him, adjusting his tie without needing to say another word.  His black suit made him look pale, as well as the dark circle under his eyes and the worn-down appearance along his skin and in his cheeks.  The last few hours were hell for him, for you both really, but mostly for him simply because the loss was brutal for him.

Death was always around the pair of you, given your job and what you had to do.  But that was with monsters and undeserving criminals, it was second nature to the pair of you since you’ve done it for so long.  But this was different, this was a family member who died of a sudden heart attack.

It was Jack’s father, who died young and left his son in the world.

You both got the call late in the night when you two were in Paris, both celebrating your anniversary together as a couple and finishing a massive job that you both took on together.  Jack was devastated to hear his sister on the other line, you rearranged your flights while he and his sister spoke on the phone and made sure your flights would get back in time for Jack to see his family and help arrange the funeral.  You met his dad some time ago when Jack wanted to properly introduce you to his family, you see where Jack got his charisma and heart of gold from.  You even thought of him as a surrogate father of sorts since your own father left you and your mother when you were a baby.  

It might have hurt you, but it was worse for Jack who lost his father.

The funeral was within 30 minutes, a small gathering that only consisted of family and a handful of his close friends since Jack’s father was more of an introvert than anything.  Jack pulled some money together to pay for the funeral and all of the expenses, not wanting to burden his mother and sister.  You also contributed some money from your own stash, thinking it was the best thing to do.  The rest of the family and the guests were already getting ready to sit down in the chapel as you finished helping Jack with his tie.  

He was so still like a corpse, he was a corpse in that moment as his eyes were cast down and his hands were clutched tight at his sides.  You watched him for a moment, feeling beyond terrible that you had no real way to fully take the pain away from him.  To bring back the kind and gentle Jack that you knew and fell in love with so long ago and yet it seemed like yesterday.  

With a crooked chin, you gently nudged his chin to have him look up at you.  You saw the pain in his bright eyes, and it made you softly smile at him to give him some sense of familiarity.

“I love you, Jack,” You voiced to him calmly, feeling him reach and cup your elbows in his hands as you spoke again, “We can make it through today, okay?  I’ll be right next to you the whole time,”

He sniffled and nodded his head, trying to not let any more tears fall as he finally found his voice for the first time since you two made it to the chapel, “Thank you for being my rock in this, Amor—“

“I’ll always be your rock, you never have to thank me,” You explained, Jack leaning in to kiss you passionately, you feel the emotion in his kiss and how he kept you close in his arms.  You would stand next to him throughout the service, hold his hand when you knew it was getting hard for him, and hold him close that night in your shared bed as he cried in your embrace.  

In the end, he would come out of the other side a bit stronger 

“Amor!  I need your help!”

“Are we not supposed to see each other beforehand?”

“Since when are we traditional in anything we do?”

“…fair.  Alright then,”

You walked over to the double doors that were closed, opening one door slightly to see Jack standing in front of you with his skinny tie in hand and a massive smile on his face.  You blushed as he eyed the white dress you were wearing, his eye going big for a slight moment while you took his tie from his hand.

“You’re heavenly,” he voiced in a breath as you started to get the tie ready around his neck, “Very radiant and nearly glowing,”

“I think that’s the courthouse lights that’s making me glow,”  You joked, though his shook his head immediately.  

“No, it’s your ever constant beauty,” he reasoned as you then swatted his chest.

“I already agreed to marry you, no need to woo me anymore,” You replied.  It was nice that this was light, given the last-minute choice for you two be get married in a courthouse instead of a massive wedding.  But the close felt right for you two to have it simply be the pair of you, the judge, and his small family as witnesses.  You had your best friend too, and it felt like more than enough as you both made the calls three days earlier.

He proposed to you a week prior, but you knew deep down that you both were destined to be together.  Marriage was never a major topic in your relationship, in fact, you two were fine with the notion of simply being together and not needing to be married to one another.  You never cared, just having Jack in your life was more than enough.  But Jack changed that late in the night as he slipped an engagement ring on your finger, very stealthy no doubt.  Although you were surprised, you still accepted it.

Now three days later, in a thrift shop dress you found and his infamous black suit, you two were going to be married.

“How is it, after being together for so long, you still wish for me to do your tie?” You asked as you got the collar smooth out and the right length on the tie, “You know how to tie your own tie by now, do you not?”

“I do,” He replied, you pausing as you stared at him in confusion while he reached up to cup your face in his hand, “I love it when you help me though, because I know you truly love me,”

You thought back to all the times you did his tie: Jack meeting your father for the first time, several formal dates that he wanted to take you out on, his father’s funeral, plenty of business dealings and meetings.  He never grumbled about you perfecting his tie and how he looked, and almost every single time he would watch you with love in his eyes.

Just like how, 20 minutes away from claiming you as his wife.

“I’ll always love you,” You replied.  And you did, you two sealing your fates in that courtroom a few minutes later and letting our new lives together be filled with joy.

The End.  

[hischeapcigar]

Stop coming over

(a drabble)

Pre-outbreak Joel Miller x reader  

Part: 1 2 3 4 5

Summary: you're falling in love with the person your dad hates the most   

Word count: 1.2k   

Warning: none that i think of

a/n: SURPRISE BABIES!!! its a short drabble as the final part of strawberries and cigarettes. so enjoy more of pre-outbreak Joel x reader one last time <3 it was fun writing this series. Thankyou so much for reading!! I adore you all soo much 💋💋🍓🚬🚬

A cool breeze from the slightly ajar window sent a shiver down your spine. Your body instinctively nuzzled closely to Joel’s body chasing the heat.  

Your own movements stirred you from sleep. You pulled your head back from Joel’s chest to see he was sound asleep. Stealing that moment to appreciate his calm face, you raked your eyes across his face. Taking in how his pink puffy lips were parted, salt and pepper hair littered in his beard. You carelessly ran your fingertips across his face. Hir curls were messy with white streaks flowing through them.  

His hold tightened around your waist, curling his face inside the sheets, shying away as he felt your touch on his face.  

“G’mornin’ sweetheart” his mumbled voice broke through 

“mornin’” you replied, your voice hoarse from all the screams he pulled from your throat last night. You tugged his hair, making him face you. A faint smile lurked on his lips as you moved to peck his lips. His eyes hooded 

Your eyes went wide as your gaze fell to the clock on the wall behind Joel. It was 6:45 AM. Joel followed your gaze before looking back at you,  

“Woke up earlier today” you smiled, threading your fingers through his air causing him to shut his eyes in pleasure 

“Uh-uh, stay for breakfast” he rasped 

“We gotta hurry up then, y’know I can’t be late-” 

He hummed in response before pulling you into him and attacking your neck with his kisses. You giggled, squirming in his tight grip trying to get away.  

It had been a month since Joel had asked you to stay. One month since Joel had handed you another envelope, one about your job acceptance. One month since you called Paul at night telling him you won’t be returning, and him telling you to follow your dreams, 

“Trust me, I am” you had replied  

One month since your parents’ behavior toward Joel became civil, thanks to Aunt Isabelle. One month since you temporarily moved in with Aunt Isabelle, when she cut your desperate search for an apartment telling you it was okay if you lived there.  

She never said out loud, but you saw the disappointed face when she caught you returning home early in the morning, getting ready and leaving for school. So, you started to be careful when you spent the nights with Joel; returning home before she woke up.  

You would spend the night with Joel, then as soon as the sun started to rise, you’d rush out of Joel’s warmth, running home.  

You'd casually return to Joel’s place after teaching at school. You knew Joel had started to keep a key under the mat for you. There were times when he wasn’t home, but you hung out with Sarah until he returned. 

“Joel! Let go, I'll be late!” you laughed, pushing him away  

Only then did he stop with his assault, letting you go. He watched as you moved in his room, his space. The one he only liked with you in it. Without you he was haunted by your voice, your presence. You opened the drawer that contained your garments, some of which were Joel’s shirts you had stolen.  

He had convinced you to keep your clothes, just in case.  

You picked out one of your, his, hoodies before you disappeared in the bathroom. Joel stared at the ceiling; his thoughts filled with you. How you managed to seep through the deepest parts of his heart. How you made his house a home. How easily you inspired Sarah to write an essay about “wonder women”  

“Let’s go, Miller” you urged him  

With him in the bathroom, you made the bed when you heard a loud, “Ow!” from the bathroom, 

You jumped, before tapping the door, “you okay in there, Joel?”  

But instead of replying he swung the door open; he looked a like a Greek god standing there with a towel wrapped around his lower body. Droplets falling from his wet hair down his chest. He looked delicious.  

His hand was raised with a, your, hairpin between his thumb and index finger, you were confused wondering why he was showing you the pin and then you realized,  

Oh 

Oh 

He stepped on the pin that you might have dropped accidentally.  

You snatched the hairpin from him, slightly embarrassed but then it’s Joel. He wouldn’t ever be bothered by something that was yours.  

“Watch where you step then, Miller” you rolled your eyes playfully and turned to leave but before you could take a step you were pulled flushed against in damp chest as he started tickling your tummy  

“Joe-” you laughed grabbing his wrists to stop him  

“Yeah? What's that? Had a mouth on ya, what happened?” he mocked 

- 

You both naturally moved in the kitchen as if you’ve been doing this for ages. Sarah was still asleep, so you made breakfast for two. He made the pancakes while you made the coffee. He got up to do dishes and you stood beside him, drying them. Like two pieces of a puzzle, you both had fallen right in place, making a picture perfect.  

Once you were done, he dried his hands on the towel, 

“Hey, whadya say we decorate an' slap some paint on these doors?” he asked out of the blue, nodding toward the door to the living room, 

“Yeah, I think it’d be cool” You made your way out of the kitchen to closely examine the scraped off paint.  

“y’know,” he followed you, his arms loosely wrapping around your middle, “this house, Soon as I met you, knew I'd let you get to making it yours” he admitted quietly, resting his chin on your shoulder,  

You were astounded by the disclosure. Was he thinking this ahead of time since the beginning?  

“Really?” you whispered, stroking his arms in front of you before turning around to face him,  

He hummed, “It's time to have a conversation, so girl, let's conversate”  

He walked you over to the dining room table. You stood in front of him as he leaned on one of the seats, your hand in his. Your brows furrowed at his sudden statement  

“About what?” you wondered out loud.  

“You already got a drawer, hairpins on the floor in half the bathroom” he started, chuckling lightly  

“Oh, so you mind my stuff in your-”  

“No, was wonderin’, we can drop that under the mat, get you a key of your own”  

“Joel, it’s fine really-”  

His hands left yours as he pulled you in from the waist,  

“When you're gonna stop coming over and start coming home?” he whispered  

You gasped; you knew what he was asking. You were more than happy- 

“Sleeping in till we wake up, no rushing down the stairs. Ain't gotta swing back by your place, 'cause you're already there. Ain't you tired of all this distance, all this driving around?” he asked, his eyes pleading  

“Are you sure?” you muttered, your arms encircled his neck, fingers stroking the ends of his hair 

“Baby, these four walls, hate it when you're gone so I have to ask ya” he kissed your forehead, “When you're gonna stop coming over and start coming home?” he asked again with such certainty that all your doubts were washed away.  

You nodded, bringing his lips to yours with urgency. He grabbed your face with his large hands as he deepened the kiss. He licked your bottom lip, and you immediately granted him access. You both poured all your emotions with a promise of a new chapter.  

He was the dream. You were the home.  

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[rayne-storm]

But Hold Me Tight and Fear Me Not

AUgust 1 - Dark Fantasy

Fandom: 10th Kingdom

Summary: Virginia x Wolf

Virginia, due to her father's gambling addiction, is promised to the king of a fae court. Wolf, for his part, is unsure of this arrangement.

A/N: I might do more with this in the future, but I like this as a jumping off point. Also, yes, I know that 10th Kingdom is, technically, already a Dark Fantasy. Oh well.

"Listen, Virginia, I know it's not ideal, but-"

"But nothing, Dad! You're saying you tried to sell me! Like, like some cheap hooker or something! Hell, did you even haggle, or was it a relief that anyone would pay anything for you to get rid of me?"

Virginia Lewis was furious. Tony, the man who claimed to be her father, was saying some extremely problematic shit. In his gambling addiction he'd lost a lot of money (nothing new), they couldn't afford this apartment any more (nothing new), but he'd found an ingenious way to save them (nothing new):

He sold Virginia (ALARMINGLY NEW).

Like an old car or some ugly chintz her grandmother would give her-

Grandmother.

She could go there.

Legally, she was an adult and there was no way in hell she'd just meekly obey whatever bullshit pedophile he'd sold her to (because no way did someone just try to outright buy an adult woman, right?). She could go stay at her grandmother's house and Tony could deal with his problems by himself.

He was still shouting something as she left, she was too angry and focused on leaving to hear it, slamming the door as she crossed it. Did it hit him? Hopefully.

She'd made it out of the apartment building and halfway to a park bench to call the old woman when someone in a brownish-grey robe appeared in front of her. Literally, out of thin air, and she walked right into them, crashing down hard, luckily not hitting her head on the ground.

"Ow, what the- are you okay?" She scrambled up to help them, but they hardly seemed phased, though they did take her hand as she overcorrected and stumbled forward.

"Virginia," the mysterious person said, voice soft but brooking no argument.

"Who's asking?" She asked, glaring, snatching her hand back. She rubbed her forehead, looking the stranger up and down.

"I am not asking, I am saying," they replied simply, shrugging their shoulders.

"Yeah? Cool. Sorry, but I need to go."

She moved to walk around them, but they followed her, blocking her way.

"Virginia, you have been sold to-" they began, but she whipped around, fist on their chest. She didn't strike them, but it was quite clear she meant business.

"No one. I don't know who the hell you are, or what bullshit my dad did, but I am not sold to anyone. Leave," she all but commanded, and shoved off, pulling out a flip-phone to call her grandmother.

The creepy stranger sighed, shaking their covered head, and followed behind. The robe's hood fell back to reveal and older man with piercing blue eyes and long, braided salt-and-pepper hair.

"Virginia," he began again, but she ignored it, walking faster.

Humans. Always so difficult. Though he remembered a time when he was so stubborn.

In front of her he appeared again, prepared this time to catch her before she fell, though she did scream something fierce.

"Forgive me, but it's not so simple," he said over her cursing him out and beating his chest.

"Let me go! Let me go right now or you're gonna regret it, asshole! Help! Hel-"

A hand on her head and a whispered spell sent her into a nice, compliant sleep.

As Rutger the Hunter made his way into the woods with the girl, he shook his head. Humans were always so stubborn, and this would certainly be far more than the council was prepared to deal with… but he quite liked her already.

-----

As the Hunter came in, bartered bride in tow, he tried to think of how this could end happily. The girl was a spitfire, and who would not take any kindlier to the situation now than she had earlier. Still, he could tell she would make an amazing queen, and an amazing bride for his king. His Majesty, King Wolfric Fenris Von Hood, was perceived often as cold and impassive, but the Hunter knew much better. The man had a heart as tender as a maiden’s, and could use someone like the girl to lean on.

The King, Wolf as he was known around the castle to the few that were close to him, watched quietly as the woman was set in a bed in the dedicated Queen’s Chambers. The Hunter bowed to him as he left, and Wolf entered quietly, to see the woman who’d been… purchased. To be his companion. He would help her escape, come the morning, but… he wanted to see her. To have at least a chance to dream of the maybes.

He remained a respectful distance away, but lit a candle to see her.

Oh.

She was beautiful. She had a boyish charm, some might say, but he only saw delicate, dainty, beautiful features. He felt his heart swell and then shatter. He had found his soulmate. And he could never have her. Not like this. No matter how much his heart sang that she was to be his mate for life. He hadn’t approved of the way she had come to his lands, and he couldn’t keep her in good conscience.

He wanted to leave. He needed to leave, before she woke up, and he saw her eyes, saw her fear and fury. As beautiful as it would be, most certainly, he didn’t know if he would survive that level of heartbreak.

But then her eyes opened, and for one brief, beautiful moment they saw each other, and he felt complete. But then, as he feared, she panicked.

“Who the hell are you? Where am I?!”

Ah, even her angry-fear was stunning. He fought down a soft coo of adoration, opting more to focus on calming his “bride.”

“Whoa, hey, sorry, I know this is frightening. I’m going to help you get out of here.”

That seemed to calm her down the slightest bit.

“It wasn’t a dream,” she gasped.

“No. I’m sorry. It seems… someone did some bartering on my behalf. It absolutely wasn’t my intention to… to trap some innocent maiden here like some kind of storybook monster,” he said, hanging his head.

Virginia, for her part, could almost see ears and a tail similarly lowered in shame, and through her anger and fear, felt pangs of… something. Against all of her best judgements, her heart seemed to trust this strange man in the room. Definitely more than she was ready to trust anyone else.

“What’s your name?” She demanded.

He looked up, tilting his head.

“...My friends call me Wolf. Just Wolf.” It’s all he felt he’d ever really amount to.

“Virginia,” she replied, sitting up carefully. A sudden dizziness proved that a bad idea, and the mysterious Wolf man caught her before she could keel over. Intriguingly, the action seemed to surprise him even more than her, and he quickly retreated.

“Sorry! Sorry, you probably don’t want some strange man touching you. I… I can get out of your hair while you sleep off the effects of Hunter’s spell, and then we’ll get you home,” he offered, standing.

She shook her head.

“No, no, please, I… I really would like not to be alone right now. This is… too much, honestly, but you seem like you won’t kill me or anything in my sleep. And I’ll feel better if I’ve got someone I can try to trust watching my back,” she said, rubbing her head. She stretched out under the very luxurious blankets, and decided that she’d get out of here, but might as well enjoy this creature comfort while she could.

Before she passed back out, she heard the softest little whimper, like a dog comforting their companion. It was sweet, and she felt a lot better going back under than she had coming up.

[craftycheetah]

Taught to Love Again 4

I just realized i never posted this or the chap after!! Life grabbed me by the throat lol.

Somehow by sheer luck, Hitoshi convinced Shouta to take the trip. After leaving the cats with a reputable pet daycare, the train tickets are bought, and you’re off in a cozy cabin Hitoshi was more than kind enough to use his pro hero status to get.

“Wat dat?” Kokoro points at a snow-covered mountain through the window.

“That’s Mount Ushiro. When we get to Hyogo, we’re gonna get to see it up close,” you grin.

“Woah!”

“We’re gonna be staying there too. If you’re lucky you might see a little bunny.”

“For real life?! I wanna see bunny!”

“Me too!” Nico says from the seat on the opposite aisle.

The train stops at the station, prompting you to get your things and get off.

“Ooh, this is nice,” Hitoshi comments at the white landscape.

“Just wait until you get to the resort.”

“It’s freezing,” Shouta grumbles into his black scarf, pulling his yellow parka hood over his head. “Can we hurry?”

“There should be a car waiting for us. Let’s go.”

“Finally, ah don’t wanna get any colda than ah already am!” Sika huffs.

The ball Amelie is holding falls out of her hands and rolls under a black van parked by the curb. “Ball!”

“Ami don’t run into the street,” Sika scolds and grabs her hand. “John?”

John pushes the side of the car onto two of its wheels and kicks the ball out before dropping the car. “Here you go, sweetie.”

The owner of the car steps out, dazed. “What the fuck?!” She yells in Kansai. “Ya can’t just fucking lift peoples cars, the fuck is wrong with ya?!”

“Ahm sorry, mah neice’s ball rolled under yer car,” you apologise.

“Holy shit, yer MindJack, ahm supposed to pick ya up, sorry.” She bows.

“You had yer husband lift up the fuckin’ car of our driver?”

“You wanted me to leave mah baby’s ball in tha street like that? Hell no! How was ah supposed ta know?”

You roll your eyes and wheel your suitcase forward. “She’s taking us to the resort,” you tell the rest of your group.

The rest of them nod and start placing their things in the back of the van, and John and Shouta open the door helping Eri and the kids get into the van.

Once the kids are all strapped in, you sit in the second row with Hitoshi and Koko as you hear Shouta chuckle as Ami babbles and squeals, trying to play with him.

He lets her hold his hand the whole drive.

“Ma said to come over when we settle in,” Sika says as she types on her phone. “She’s making dinner.”

“Ooh, I hope it’s hot pot,” you smile.

“Mama, when we gets to the moontan, we see bunny?”

“Maybe, Koko. They’re white like the snow so they’re very hard to see, but we might see a deer.”

“Ooh!”

Once you arrive at the resort and get your rooms in order, you take the short bus ride to your childhood home.

“This is a lovely home,” Hizashi comments.

“Thank you,” you smile and ring the doorbell. A dog barks inside, and you hear footsteps approaching the door.

‘Down Anzu.’

Hina opens the door and smiles when she sees you. “Mah babies! Come in, come in!”

She steps aside, letting the ten of you in to take off your coats. The old Shiba Inu wags his tail happily, licking your hands and sniffing the kids' faces. Cocoa Puff yips happily and sniffs Anzu before running into the house.

“Welcome!” Hina smiles, hugging Hizashi and Shouta before giving an equally tight hug to Eri. “You must be Hitoshi’s family, it’s so nice to meet you,” Hina grins.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Eri smiles.

“Hai Mama mama!” Koko waves as he holds onto Hitoshi’s hand.

“Hi Koko,” Hina giggles as he waddles over for a hug. “Hi Hitoshi.”

He lets her hug him. “Hi Mrs. L/n.”

Hina turns towards the kitchen door. “Ahimitsu, the girls are here!”

A tall man with salt and pepper hair walks in, hands behind his back as he undoes his apron. “Hi girls,” Ahimitsu smiles.

You and Sika rush over and hug him. “Hi Dad,” Sika smiles while you just squeeze him tighter.

“Hi Sika. Hi Y/n.”

“Granpa!” Nico squeals as you pull away, running over to get his hug.

Ahimitsu bends down and picks up Nico, kissing his cheek and smiling. “Is that Nico?! Oh you’ve gotten so big! You’re getting too heavy for grandpa.”

If Hitoshi thought you looked just like your mom, he was wrong because you and your dad could be the same person.

“Gapa!” Amelie squeals waddling up to Ahimitsu, and hugs his lower thigh as he puts down Nico.

You call Koko over. “Koko, this is my dad.”

Kokoro walks up to you and looks up at Ahmitsu. “This Mama Daddy?”

You nod as he waves shyly.

“And this is my boyfriend, Shinsou and his family.”

“You remember, the heroes,” Hina says.

“I remember, ahm not an idiot.”

“Well sometimes ya forget. Come on Sika, let’s finish up dinner.”

“Why do ah gotta cook? Ain’t we guests?”

“Get in the damn kitchen,” Hina glares.

“I’ll help,” John offers.

Hitoshi nervously shakes Ahimitsu’s hand. “Nice to meet you sir.”

“You too, been waiting to meet you since Hina mentioned my baby started dating.”

“Oh God…” you groan. “Dad.”

“I’m just saying! Nice to meet you all, come on into the living room.”

You lead the rest of them into the living room as Hitoshi sits beside your Dad on the couch.

“I’m gonna go help my mom,” you announce and disappear into the kitchen.

“So, you’re number fifteen in the hero rankings, that's quite an accomplishment.”

“Thank you sir,” Hitoshi says proudly before sitting on the couch next to Shouta. “If don’t mind me asking, what do you do?”

“Well,” he starts. “I was one of the top realtors in Hyogo for fifteen years straight until I got old and slowed down.”

“You're not slowing down, Mr. L/n. You just need an assistant. I used to think the same thing juggling pro hero work, being a radio host, and teacher,” Hizashi chuckles.

“Don't forget musician babe,” Shouta adds.

“I was hoping my girls would take after me but what happened? They left for the big city and never see their old man anymore,” he says loud enough for both you and Sika to hear.

“Ah went up to college, Papa and y'know I had to go!” you shout back.

Ahimitsu chuckles at your response before picking up Ami as she waddles up to him, seating her on his lap. “So any plans for little ones, Shinsou?”

Hitoshi ignores the smug look on Eri’s face as she grins.

“Well we’ve talked about it a couple of times so it’s a huge maybe but we’d have to get married first.”

“And when is that happening?”

“Uhh, sometime in the next five years hopefully. Maybe.”

“Can I be the flower girl?” Eri giggles.

“You’re too old,” Hizashi chuckles and messes up her bun.

“Ami can do it, can’t you?” Ahimitsu asks the toddler in his lap.

“Yah,” she agrees, not really sure what she’s agreeing to.

Hina walks in with a grey tray carrying a pitcher of lemonade and glasses. “Ya better not be bugging the poor boy, Mitsu.”

“Ahm not!”

Kokoro runs up to Hitoshi. “Daddy, me and Nico pway wif doggies outside?”

“Oh, you found Anzu. Anzu’s a sweetie, he won’t harm anyone. You can go play with him in the backyard,” Hina says. “I’ll take you.”

Koko nods and follows after her, holding her hand.

“Cocoa Puff, lessgo,” Nico calls the pup to follow him outside.

“So, lemonade anyone?” Mitsu asks.

“I’ll have one,” Shouta responds.

An hour later, the huge dinner spread was ready. You and Sika walk in and put the pot, ingredients, and bowls on the living room kotatsu while Hina comes in with the boys and Anzu.

“Your hair’s all wet, Koko,” you tut and adjust his headband.

“I falls down,” he giggles.

“Falls down a lot,” Nico giggles. “I falls too though. We make angels too.”

“That explains the wet hair,” Sika sighs. “You can’t be putting your head on the ground, Nico. Your hair gets dirty easily.”

“Sowwy.” He doesn’t sound sorry.

“We play wif doggies!” Koko tells you and sits between you and Hitoshi, tucking his legs under the kotatsu.

“Sounds like you had a lot of fun, bud,” Hitoshi says.

“Doggies nice and lub snow!”

“He was my dog when I was a teenager,” you tell Kokoro.

Anzu sighs tiredly and plops next to the fireplace.

“You wore him out,” Ahimitsu chuckles.

“Damn dog doesn’t wanna die,” Sika mumbles.

“Let ‘im live his life. He’s a good boy.” Hina laughs and picks up a slice of raw beef to give Anzu. “Good boy.”

Anzu’s tail wags at the praise before he lays down again on his back, warming his belly.

Amelie fusses until she gets to sit on Shoutas lap, patting the table and clapping happily.

“We should get another one,” Hizashi coos.

“No,” Shouts deadpans. “No more.”

“Okay, relax.”

Dinner is nice. The hotpot you put together is yummier than anything that Hitoshi’s eaten in a while.

After cleaning up, you all stay under the kotatsu for hot cocoa and satsumas while the kids play with Anzu and Cocoa Puff by the fireplace.

“I’m dying of cuteness, look what Mrs. Bakugou posted on Dyna__Bites,” Sika coos and shows you the video of what looks like Hiro in a puffy red and black red riot baby jacket.

‘Popsicle, do you like the snow?’ Iwa’s voice asks off camera.

Hiro whines as he stands stiffly while Popcorn and Pop tart play in the background with their dog.

‘Can you say snow?’ Katsuki asks him.

Hiro whines louder in response.

“Oh no,” you giggle.

‘Snow?’ Katsuki repeats and Hiro falls onto his back. ‘Oh shit!’

Hiro starts wailing and flailing his tiny arms before Iwa rushes into frame to help him up. ‘Guess that’s a no on the snow.’

You and Sika laugh at the video. “Poor kid.”

“But that was so cute,” you smile, rewatching it fondly.

You idly eat your orange, occasionally sputtering when you bite into the rind.

You feel a small weight on your back, looking over and not seeing Ami with the boys so you assume it’s her.

“Hi Ami,” you giggle.

“Ahtie, hai,” she squeals and comes round to hug you. “Wa do?”

“Just relaxing with your mama.”

“I do too! Hai mama,” she giggles.

“Hi baby,” Sika smiles and pushes her cup away from Ami trying to get it. “No, this is mommy’s drink.”

You look over at Hitoshi and giggle when Ami pats you eagerly and giggles when you kiss her cheek.

“Shinsou, would you like some Baileys in your cocoa?” Ahimitsu asks as he opens up the bottle.

“Oh, no thanks.”

“I’ll take it,” John says and holds his half empty cup out.

“Just say when.”

“Just fill it up, I’m really tired. It was a nightmare trying to get my christmas break, I had to put it in four months in advance.”

“Wow. Four months in advance just to put in time for a week off. Poor guy.”

Hitoshi smiles fondly as you tickle Ami. ‘She’s so good with kids.’

A hand on his shoulder snaps Hitoshi out of his trance.

“Hitoshi,” Shouta calls out softly before tilting his head towards the kitchen entryway.

Pulling his legs from under the kotatsu, Hitoshi follows Shouta out of the room.

“Yeah, Dad?”

“I see the way you’ve been looking at Y/n. I don’t want you to get hurt again.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m just giving you some advice. Don’t rush into this, okay. Take it slow so that nobody gets hurt. Koko doesn't deserve to lose a mom twice in his life.”

“I won’t. But thanks for the advice, Dad.”

After Cocoa, it’s time to go back to the resort.

“We should rent a car,” you grumble and squeeze in next to Sika in Hina’s station wagon.

“I’ll do it,” John says and helps Nico into Ahimitsu’s jeep.

“Make sure it’s big enough for everyone,” Sika tells him and shuts the door.

“Just us girls now,” Hina grins and starts the car.

“I hope Dad doesn’t drive them off a cliff.”

“He won’t…hopefully.”

“Um, Miss Y/n?”

“Yeah Eri?”

“My dads and ‘toshi…they’ll be okay right?”

“Oh they’ll be fine, my dad’s a great driver,” you reassure her and look at Sika who’s grimacing. “Don’t worry.”

“She says like she don’ remember what happened with the deer an’ tha phone pole,” Hina scoffs in Kansai.

“What did she say?”

“The guys will be fine,” you smile, ignoring the eyeroll from your mom and sister.

You get to the resort just after the guys who’re a little shaken up.

“Dad, Papa, are you okay?” Eri asks as she steps out of the car noticing their flushed faces.

Hizashi holds onto Shouta, trying not to vomit, nodding softly.

“We had a bumpy ride,” Shouta explains.

John throws up on the sidewalk. “I drank too much.”

“Oh, ew,” Sika cringes. “I mean, poor baby.”

“My tummy hurt,” Nico whines.

“Let’s get you both inside.” She ushers then into the resort.

Ami reaches for Eri as you hold her. “Ahwee!”

The mono-horned girl turns around. “Hmm? Aww, are you trying to say my name?”

“Ahwee!” she giggles.

“Can I hold her?”

You nod and coo when Amelie pats her nose and giggles.

“Booo!”

Eri smiles and boops her back. “Boop!” she giggles.

Kokoro hugs your legs, yawning. “Sweepy.”

“Your dad is an awful driver, babe,” Hitoshi chuckles.

“I know, let’s go inside before we catch a cold. Bye Mom and Dad.” You wave at your parents.

You watch them climb back into the cars and start driving down the road before picking up Koko and walking inside up to the apartment you’re staying in.

You get the couch pull out bed ready with the extra sheets while Hitoshi gives Koko a nice warm bath and gets him dressed for bed.

After using one of the open bathrooms to shower and change, you step out just as you see Hitoshi straighten up from his suitcase, wearing nothing but his black sweats.

You yawn softly and climb into bed with him. “Hey,” you smile tiredly.

Hitoshi kisses your forehead as you rest your head on his chest. “Hi,” he hums. “You okay?”

“I’m tired. Sleepy.”

“Your dad grilled me so much I think I need a week to recover.”

“What’d he say?”

“Future plans and stuff.”

You hum tiredly. “He likes you.”

“You think so?”

“Mhm, a lot…” you trail off and fall asleep.

“I’m glad he does. I was ho–babe?”

Hitoshi smiles softly, trying not to laugh when he sees you fast asleep on his chest.

“Sweet dreams.”

*

The next morning, you all drag yourselves out of the rooms into the open kitchen for breakfast.

“What the fuck is that?” Sika drawls when she sees Shouta’s sleeping bag.

“My sleeping bag,” Shouta says like it’s the most obvious thing ever.

“…it’s eight A.M…”

“Okay?”

‘Weirdo…he’s still hot though,’ Sika thinks before going to the fridge to get eggs.

Nico and Amelie whine in protest as John carries them in by their feet, not wanting to get out of bed.

“Daddy no! Wanna sweep!” Nico whines.

“No Dada!” Amelie shouts.

“Hey, you two can’t sleep all day,” he scolds and puts them on the dining room chairs.

Nico tries to make a run for it but quickly gets caught by John.

“Sit down.”

“Hmph,” Nico huffs and sits, crossing his arms.

“The joys of parenting,” Hizashi sighs.

“Mischievous little brats,” Shouta chuckles. “There was this one time I was training with Hitoshi and teaching him to use his capture weapon and he ended up wrapping himself in a cocoon.”

“What’re we talking about?” Hitoshi yawns as he walks in wearing a pale gray tank top with last night’s sweats.

“Nothing,” Sika snickers. “Good morning.”

Hitoshi grunts in acknowledgment before looking for the coffee pot to fill with water, noticing the fancy coffee maker with a drawer labelled coffee pods underneath. “Ooh, fancy coffee. Dad, look.”

“You had me at coffee.”

“Hai,” Koko greets everyone and goes to sit with Nico and Ami.

“Ma’ll meet us at the ski lodge,” you tell everyone and flick the kettle on to make tea. “Why am I so tired still?”

“Did you stay up late?” Sika asks.

“No?”

“When was the last time you got to relax?”

“Uhh before I started working at Kurume. Keeping twenty kids with crazy quirks in check is ridiculous.”

“Oh, Y/n, no,” Sika sighs. “You need to relax this week.”

“I’ll try.”

“If you want stress-free hang out with Eri for a bit. She’s pretty chill,” Hitoshi suggests and rests his chin on top of your head.

Eri smiles at you.

You smile back. “That would be nice.”

After breakfast, you put on a new outfit you’ve been meaning to wear for a while.

“Okay, do you hate it?” You ask Hitoshi. “Say no or I'll cry.”

Hitoshi looks up from his phone as he sits on the edge of the bed and his eyes widen. “Wow…”

“I look horrible, don’t I,” you groan.

“Y/n, c’mere,” he sighs as you walk over. He pulls you closer so you stand between his legs. “You’re beautiful. This outfit is adorable and the colours suit you. Makes your ass look nice too.”

“Hitoshi!” you gasp when he playfully squeezes your ass and grins at you. “I got Koko a matching jacket too but what if he hates it.”

“If it’s from you, he’ll love it.”

Kokoro runs in, flopping on the bed. “Hai!”

“Woah, toddler attack!” Hitoshi chuckles as Koko flops next to him.

“Hai Daddy! Hai Mama!” he giggles. “What you do? Ooh, Mama pebby!”

“Thank you, Koko,” you smile and walk up to your suitcase on the floor. “I have something for you.”

“Me?”

“Yup.” You take out the mini version of your jacket. “It’s a jacket like mine.”

“Wowee!” He gasps. “I lub it!”

Hitoshi helps him out of his regular purple jacket so you can put him into your olive green one.

“Ooh, you look so handsome,” you giggle and zip it up.

“Now I has Mama and Daddy jaket! I go show ganpa?”

“Yeah, go show him.”

He holds your hand. “We go show ganpa.”

“Oh, you want me to come? Okay,” you giggle, walking with him towards the living room where Shouta’s watching cat videos with Hizashi on the big screen.

“Ganpas! Lookie.” Koko stands in front of them to show his jacket. “Mama gots me jaket like hers.”

You fan your face as your cheeks warm, waving softly as Koko does a little proud pose.

“Wow Koko, you look so handsome,” Shouta chuckles.

Hizashi nods, looking at the olive green. “You look so cute, little listener,” he chuckles.

“Tank yew,” he giggles. “Now we show Ahtee Eri and then Nico!”

You try not to laugh as Koko drags you around the cabin showing everyone his gift.

“Not you stealing my boots,” Sika huffs and shows you her same red moon boots. “Of course you would.”

“I had these first,” you scoff, sticking your tongue at her before walking with him back to Hitoshi’s room.

“Mama?”

“Yes Koko?”

“I lub you. Tank yew for my gif,” he smiles,hugging your waist.

You try not to cry at the display of affection. “Love you too.”

*

“What took you so long!” Hina yells when your little group approaches the lodge.

“We’re tired, Ma,” Sika sighs.

“What’re you wearing? Ya look like a hooker.”

Sika adjusts her coat and dusts off her bodysuit. “Good.”

“Ya look fat. Ya pregnant again?”

“Ugh! Ma!”

Mitsu hugs Sika sideways. “Ya look perfect as always, darlin’.”

“Thank you Daddy,” Sika smiles.

“You look good Y/n,” Hina smiles. “Wait, did you get this little man a matching jacket?! It’s so cute! His purple hat too,” she squeals as Koko shyly hides his face in your leg.

You pat Koko’s head and smile softly. “Thanks. Now let’s go.”

“We ski?” Nico asks John.

“It’ll be the first time, but yeah. Let’s go to the rental shop.”

“Have any of you skied before?” Hitoshi asks.

“We used to as kids,” you tell him. “Cause Ma thought it’ll look good in pictures.”

“It did!” Hina scoffs.

“I broke my arm and had to skip my highschool summer trip,” Sika scoffs.

“But you were both still cute.”

“They still are,” John smiles as Hitoshi hums in agreement.

“Very.”

After getting mini ski gear for Eri and the kids except for Amelie who gets a small sled, a ski instructor is assigned to your group.

“Aren’t you skiing?” He asks Sika outside.

She puts her sunglasses on. “Ew, no. I came here to look cute, that’s it.”

The instructor’s eyes wander along her body. “Well, you're doing a great job at that.”

She hums in acknowledgment and walks away, unaware of the gaze on her body.

The instructor gasps when he feels something grasp his neck.

“I can break your neck in three places right now if I wanted to,” John growls. “Don’t ogle my wife.”

“Y-yes sir, I’m sorry!”

John lets go and pats his head before following his wife.

You zip up Koko’s jacket and tighten the strings. “Be careful, okay?”

“Okie. You watch me?”

“I’ll go with you and watch from the benches over there.” You point at some benches at the bottom of the kiddie hill.

“Promise?”

“Mhm, I’ll take lots of pictures too.” You adjust his hat and goggles. “And don't forget to have fun.”

“Okie!” He waves and runs to the ski instructor waiting with the other kids.

You walk to the bottom and sit on an empty bench, taking your phone out to record Koko as he gets ready. He waves at you and you wave back, snapping a few pictures. Sika plops next to you, holding her jacket closed with one hand and holding a cup of warm cup of warm cocoa in the other. “Fuck me it’s cold!”

“I know you wanted to look cute but that's not a mountain outfit.”

“And that’s why I forced John to give me his jacket.” She waves at John tugging Amelie in her sleigh as Ahimitsu takes pictures.

“Sis, he’ll freeze.”

“He has a second jacket and thermal clothes. He’s fine. He’s trained for this,” she smiles. “Where’s your boo?”

“I think he went to go rent something.”

You look back at your phone and smile as Koko skis down the shallow slope, almost hitting a tree but gets to the bottom. You stop recording and grin when he calls out to you.

“Mama, you see me? I do it!”

“Yes you did, Koko! I’m so proud of you!”

Sika cheers when Nico slowly skis down and comes to a halt at the bottom. “Good job, baby!”

“Yay! Hai Koko!” Nico calls out waving at Koko who’s barely twenty feet away.

“Hai Nico!” Koko giggles, waving back.

“They’re so cute,” Sika smiles.

You look up as Hitoshi walks over, slightly covered in powdery snow with a yellow snowboard in hand. “Hey Toshi,” you smile. “I didn't know you snowboarded.”

“I learnt a while ago for an undercover mission in Switzerland. Broke my leg but it was fun.”

“What other secrets are you keeping from me?”

“Wouldn't you like to know?” he smirks. “Koko come down the hill yet?”

“Yeah, he’s talking with Nico. Oh shit I'm supposed to be taking pictures.” You take a few more and pocket the phone.

Loud laughter from the direction of the rental lodge gets all your attention. Hina and Hizashi walking arm in arm, cackling about something while Shouta looks annoyed walking next to them.

“C’mon Sho, just go down one mountain with me?” Hizashi pleads.

“Stop being so loud,” Shouta groans.

“So grumpy,” Hina mutters. “But we’re gonna get you outta that sour mood.”

“Please don’t.”

“Your mom’s great,” Hizashi grins at you.

“Thank you, Mr. Aizawa,” Hina smiles.

“Call me Hizashi.”

“Now, let’s get this grumpy guy to the lodge bar. They have mulled wine and the best dumplings.”

Shouta gives Hitoshi a look that screams, “save me!”

“Have fun dad,” Hitoshi smiles and waves trying not to laugh at Shouta’s glare.

You look over the boys and smile when you see them hugging before snickering when they fall backwards and flail. “Oh no. Sika, the boys fell again.”

“John!” She yells.

“Yeah?” he calls back.

“The boys!”

John looks over and sees the instructor help them up. “They’re fine.”

“Ami’s running!”

As soon as her father is distracted , the toddler waddles away as fast as she can towards a man with a fluffy husky.

“I’ve got her!” Hitoshi calls out, dropping his snowboard and running after the toddler, picking her up before she gets to the man.

“No!” she squeals, flailing around before looking at Hitoshi. “Wan Doggy!”

“You have a doggy, little one. You can’t go running off like that,” he chuckles as she pouts. “Time for you to go back to your Daddy.”

Ami lets out a ‘hmph’ and pats Hitoshi’s cheek.

“Hey! Don’t hit me,” he chuckles, playfully trying to bite her mittened hand.

Amelie squeals and flails her tiny hands.

“Thanks,” John sighs and takes her back. “Little troublemaker, no candy for you today.”

“Nooooo!” she whines.

You giggle at their antics before feeling Koko patting your leg. “Hmm? Hi, Koko, are you done skiing?”

“Yah, was fun. Wanna be wif you and Daddy.”

“Well, I might go inside to get some cider and I think your Daddy’s gonna go snowboard.”

“We go watch Daddy then get hot joos?”

“Hot juice?”

“Yah hot appa joos!”

“Oh, the hot cider. Yeah we can.”

“Yay!

You, Koko and Hitoshi head to the big slope and wave at Hitoshi getting on the ski lift to the top.

“Can we do that?” Koko points at the lift.

“One day when you’re an expert skier,” you promise him.

“I be best ski!”

You pet his head and walk with him towards the benches near the bottom of the hill after getting some nice warm cider.

“Why daddy ski different?” Koko asks you.

“Because he’s snowboarding, Koko,” you explain.

“Woah! I do?”

“When you’re a little bigger.”

“What I do now?”

“You can sit with me and we can cheer him on?”

“Okie,” Koko grins.

You and Kokoro cheer Hitoshi as he weaves his way between the trees, and not much later skids to a stop near your bench.

“So, how’d I do?”

“Daddy coolest!” Kokoro cheers and runs to hug him. “So amazing, daddy!”

“Definitely the coolest,” you agree and stand up to give him a sip of your cider.

“Mmm, this is good.”

“Right?”

Hitoshi unclips his boots from the board, shaking his leg out. “Harder than I remember.”

“Didn’t look that hard.”

“Really? Try it then.”

“Gladly,” you grin.

He takes off the ski boots and hands them to you in exchange for his regular ones.

“Your big ass feet,” you grumble as you put the shoes on and stand on the board. “Push me.”

“Okay.”

Hitoshi gently pushes you forward and you yelp as you pass over a small rock and wobble, grabbing Hitoshi’s jacket. Unfortunately you fall into the powdery snow with him on top of you.

“Oh no!” Koko yells. “Mama!”

“This feels familiar,” you say between laughs. He can’t help but laugh either, hiding his face in your neck.

“Told you it’s hard.”

“The rock fucked me up.”

“You’ll get the hang of it babe,” Hitoshi chuckles before groaning when Koko plops onto his back.

“Cuddle!” he squeals.

You start laughing as Kokoro nuzzles the other side of your neck.

“Lub you!”

“We love you too, Koko.”

*

At the lodge restaurant, you all sit at a large table near the fireplace for lunch.

“Koko, do you wanna try my venison?” You cut a small piece of the meat and hold it to his mouth.

“Wat dat?” he asks and sniffs the meat.

“It’s wild deer.”

His face drops. “What?!”

You giggle at his expression. “It’s yummy, try it.”

“No!” He huffs and turns his face. “No eat deer.”

“It’s like eating chicken,” Hitoshi reassures him. “You like chicken. And sushi is fish.”

“It kind of tastes like beef, if that helps. You like beef, right Koko?”

“Beef yummy. Maybe I eat deer,” he mumbles, opening his mouth for you to feed him. “Oh! It guf!”

You smile softly as Koko talks with his mouth full. “Swallow then speak, hun.”

“I likes it!”

Hitoshi ruffles Kokoro’s hair before going back to his chicken ramen.

“Daddy, I has your eggie?”

“I thought you weren’t hungry,” Hitoshi chuckles.

“Peez?”

“Why do you want it, anyway?”

“Share wif Nico.”

You take one off the shrimp tempuras from the plate Nico and Koko are sharing. “But you have your own food with Nico.”

“Ahtie!” Nico whines.

Hina laughs and puts half of her boiled egg on Koko’s plate. “You can have mine, sweetie.”

“Tank yew, gamma!” Koko giggles before giving Nico the yolk while he eats the egg whites.

Hina coos softly and fans her face.

“Ma, you okay?” Sika asks.

“Ahm tryin’ not ta die of cuteness,” she coos.

“What’d she say?” Hitoshi asks.

“Koko’s being too cute for her to handle,” you snicker.

After lunch, the six of you, except for Hina, Ami, Shouta, Eri, and Hizashi who stayed behind for a nap, went on a tour of the forest held by the lodge in hopes of seeing a deer or a bunny.

“Mama, we see bunny?” Koko asks as he holds your hand.

“Maybe hun, but they’re very hard to see.”

Sika points at a snow covered log between the trees at something darting between them. “There’s a weasel over there.”

John flips the guide book open. “Apparently they’re really common here but we can’t touch them.”

“Woah!” Nico gasps.

The tour guide points out the many species of trees and animals living at the bottom of the mountain, encouraging you to stay on the path.

“Wanna see bunny,” Kokoro pouts as he trudges along. You hold your hand out and make a small bunny for him. “Real bunny, mama.”

“Okay, Mr. sassy pants. I’m sure we’ll see one, hun. But if we don’t we can go to the Shibuya petting zoo for a field trip and you can see all the bunnies.”

“Okie,” he pouts.

Further down the path, you walk with Hitoshi, trying to cheer up Koko by showing him some of the birds and squirrels before stopping.

“Hey Dad, look over there,” you snicker, pointing towards a figure in the distance.

“Ooh, Sika, sweetie, look,” Ahimitsu points at some deer walking in a clearing.

“Oh God…” Sika groans.

You crouch down to Kokoro’s level to watch. “Koko look at the deer over there, don’t yell out they’ll run away.”

“Pretty but I want bunny…” he mumbles.

“I know but you wanna know something? It’s a Sika deer.”

“That my mommy name,” Nico giggles. Sika rolls her eyes. John takes a few pictures.

“Dad thought it would be funny to give me that name.”

Mitsu puts his arm around her. “They’re my favourite animal so it makes sense to give my first born their name.”

“And now I always get ‘like the deer?’ whenever I introduce myself,” she scoffs.

“But they’re cute and I don’t mind the love of my life having the same name as a deer,” John smiles, before looking back into the book.

“Thanks babe.”

You follow your tour guide and look back at Hitoshi when he groans. “Hmm? What’s wrong ‘toshi?” you ask.

“Look up ahead,” he sighs.

“Is that Phantom Thief?”

“Kendo’s here? At least he won’t be an entire ass…”

“Shinsou? What a coincidence running into you here!” Neito grins before looking at you and Koko who hides his face in your leg. “Who’s this?”

“That’s my son.”

“Son? Since when do you have a son?”

“Five years ago as of November…”

Neito stares at Koko then you. “Wow, your genes completely hogged him. He looks nothing like mom over here.”

“I’m…not his biological mother,” you explain. “I’m…” You look down at Koko looking up at you expectantly. “His stepmom.”

“No, you Mama,” Koko huffs.

“Thank you, honey.”

“So you got married?”

“No, Monoma, she’s my girlfriend.”

“Right. So why’re you all the way in Hyogo?”

Hitoshi gestures to your family. “Family time. What about you?”

“Same. Itsuka’s from here too so we’re visiting her family.”

Hitoshi looks around for her familiar orange hair. “Where is she?”

“Think she went ahead to see some deer.”

Sika clears her throat. “We’re gonna do the same, see you two at the bottom.”

John scoops up Nico and follows Sika down the trail, Ahimitsu behind them.

“Well, now that we’re alone, we can look for the bunny,” you smile, making Koko squeal. “Let’s go.”

Kokoro runs ahead and falls down, flailing his feet.

“Koko!” You right him back up. “You okay?”

“Mhm. We see bunny!”

“Let’s try and look for bunny tracks, if we’re lucky we can find a den.”

“I’m gonna go with them. It was nice seeing you and tell Itsuka I said hi,” he nods before following you and Koko.

You walk further up the trail looking off to the side and stop when you see something rustle in the bushes near a clearing. “Koko, ‘toshi, c’mere!” you whisper-shout, crouching and taking out your phone. “I see one!”

Koko waddles over and crouches beside you as you see a white blob hop out of the bushes into the snow, digging in the ground for food before wiping its nose and scampering away. You quickly take a photo.

“Mama! Bunny!” he squeals. “I sees it!”

“It’s so small and cute.”

You smile and pet his head as he hugs you then holds your hand. “Thank you Mama. You the best.”

“You’re welcome, baby. Let’s go back down the mountain.”

“Mow hot joos!”

“We’ll get some after we see them light the Christmas tree in the square,” Hitoshi tells him and takes his other hand.

You and Hitoshi swing his little body, smiling when he squeals as you walk down towards the lodge.

After watching the tree lighting and setting Koko down for bedtime, you rest on the outdoor couch, cuddled in Hitoshi’s arms by the fire pit, soft music playing from one of the speakers.

You look up at Hitoshi as he kisses your temple. “That tickles,” you smile as he kisses along the side of your face.

“Hey, babe?” he mumbles as he squeezes your waist gently.

“Hmm?”

“When we were on the mountain…you called yourself Koko’s stepmom.”

“Did I? Oh. I didn’t know what else to call myself, I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t, honestly. I think it’s sweet how much Koko loves you and I’d hope that you would be his mother someday,” he hums, kissing your cheek.

“Oh god, is this a proposal?” You laugh.

“Not yet, babe.”

You snuggle more into him, tilting your head for kisses. The sliding door to the porch opens. “Ew, get a room,” Sika gags.

“Go away,” you huff and throw one of the small pillows at her head. She catches it and throws it back, nailing Hitoshi in the face.

“Ow.”

“Whoops! Sorry, Toshi.”

“It’s fine, it makes me feel like I’m part of the family.”

“You are family. You and Koko.”

“Thank you,” he smiles.

John steps through the door with a tray. “We come with hot cocoa and mini marshmallows.”

“Ooh, I’ll take one!” you call out and pick two of the christmas themed cups and give one to Hitoshi. “These cups are ugly as fuck though.”

“It’s all they had here,” he chuckles.

“This cocoa’s good.”

They settle into the second couch, cuddling up under the red blanket. “Finally put the kids down so I can relax.”

“Nico’s been so energetic lately,” John sighs. “But it makes it easier to put him to bed.”

“I bet you can’t wait until you have one of your own, right sis?” Sika snickers.

“Yeah, I guess. At least I'm getting practice with Koko.”

She hums and stares into her mug of cocoa. “Ahm pregnant again.”

You choke on the cocoa and start coughing, putting the mug down on the glass table.

“Are you okay?” Hitoshi asks and pats your back.

“Fine,” you wheeze and turn back to Sika. “Really?”

She nods. “Found out last week…”

“Oh mah goodness.” You notice her lack of excitement. “What’s wrong? Ya don’t look happy.”

“Ah am, we started tryin’ in late September and ahm excited but ahm nervous too. Ami took a lot outta me and ah dunno if ah can do it again.”

Hitoshi gently shakes you. “What’re you guys talking about?”

“Shh,” you dismiss him. “Y’dont haveta have tha baby, Sika. Does John know?”

“Mhm.”

“It’s okay to get cold feet about another one until yer ready.” You scooch over to hold her free hand. “Ya don’t have ta keep it if ya don’ wanna.”

“Yer, right. John and me will talk about it but don’t tell Ma, y’know how she gets.”

“Ah won’t, ah promise.”

“Thanks.”

“Babe, what happened?”

“Don’t worry about it, Toshi. She was asking for fashion advice,” you lie and settle back on him.

Hitoshi stares down at you before squinting suspiciously. “If you say so.”

The fire is doused close to midnight and after a nice warm bath, you say your goodnights and head to bed, snorting quietly at Koko and Nico sprawled out on the pullout bed for their mini sleepover.

“You smell nice,” Hitoshi murmurs when you climb into bed.

You giggle softly as he reaches over and kisses your neck. “Toshi,” you giggle as he bites softly and starts on a hickey. “Oh.”

His fingers work you open until you’re wet enough for him to climb over you.

You hold back a moan as he pushes into you, trying your best not to wake up the house.

“Fuck, ‘toshi, harder,” you whisper. Your body rocks forward with his thrusts, your fingers linking at the base of his neck for purchase, softly gripping the hair there.

Hitoshi places a pillow between the wall and the headboard before gripping it for leverage to fuck you harder, squeezing your thigh with his free hand.

“Shit, you feel so good, baby,” he groans. “Fuck, keep squuezing me just like that.”

His mouth locks with yours when you cum, swallowing your high moans and cries.

“Good girl,” he whispers into your neck as he feels his orgasm draw closer.

“Toshi, fuck, give me your baby,” you whimper between kisses.

Heat flashes through his body. “What?”

Your ankle locks behind his thigh. “I want your baby. Cum in me.”

“Y/n, do you mean that? You know what happened last time…”

“I’m not her. I love you Hitoshi.”

“You…you do?”

You nod and gasp when he kisses you passionately while thrusting faster. “Oh, fuck, ‘toshi! I’m gonna cum again,” you gasp as he grips your neck.

“Go ahead baby,” he grunts. “I’m not too far behind you.”

You grind your hips up against him as he cums, sending you both over the edge.

“Fuck,” you both shudder.

“I love you too,” he whispers and rolls off you onto his side of the bed. “Damn my back hurts.”

You chuckle tiredly and adjust your crooked bonnet. “Wow. I’m sweating.”

“So…a baby?”

You sit up with a groan, stretching your arms over your head and cracking your back. “I was kidding, Hitoshi. I’ve had an implant for months.”

“Oh…”

“I’m not saying I don’t want one with you ever. Just not now,” you explain. “But it’s fun to pretend to wind you up.”

“You’re a brat,” he chuckles and pulls you back down to playfully bite your cheek. “But you were serious about loving me?”

“Of course. You’re amazing and you come with a cute little bonus,” you giggle.

Hitoshi chuckles and kisses your cheek before going into the bathroom to get a rag to clean you up.

You sigh contentedly when you’re back in bed, clean, snuggling against his chest. “Merry Christmas.”

“It’s midnight already? Wow. Merry Christmas, babe. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The next morning, you gently shake Nico and Kokoro awake. “Boys, wake up, it’s christmas.”

“Huh? Ahtie?” Nico mumbles.

“It’s Christmas. Santa came and left you all a bunch of gifts.”

“It Crimmas!” Nico gasps before trying to wake up Koko who groans softly.

“Koko wake up, Santa came to gve you gifts last night,” you smile, shaking the little boy.

“Santa?” Koko mumbles as he wakes up.

“Mmhm,” you smile.

“Santa!” He cheers and both of them jump up. “Where presents?”

“They’re at my moms house, let’s get you both dressed so we can go.”

“I wear Mama jaket!”

Sika peeks her head in. “Better hurry then, come on Nico.”

“We go!” Nico giggles before running towards Sika’s room to get his clothes and to get a bath from John.

Hina is trying to get you in an ugly christmas sweater as soon as you’re through the door.

“Ma! Stop!”

“It’s tradition! Get in the sweater!”

You begrudgingly take it and put it on, frowning at the red ‘Ho Ho Ho’ in the front. “It’s itchy.”

“Ya look cute, stop complainin’. I got some for the kids too. And Hitoshi and John.”

“You what?” Hitoshi asks, crouching by the tree to help Koko open his present.

Hina holds up a matching sweater.

“Oh shit…”

“No ba wa!” Amelie whines.

After she squeezes all of you into the sweaters, Hina takes a million pictures as you open your presents.

“Ooh, a new iPad,” Sika smiles as she tears the wrapping. “Thanks, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome sweetie,” he smiles.

“Open mine next,” you giggle and give Hitoshi a big box and a smaller one.

He stops scratching his itchy sweater to unwrap the first one. Opening the box, Hitoshi grins when he sees the small purple humidifier and box of essential oils. “Wow, this looks cool.”

“It’s to help you relax after patrols. You can put it in your office too when you do paperwork.”

“Thank you, Y/n,” he smiles. “I love it.”

“Open the other one!”

Kokoro helps him rip open the big one, peeking inside. “Ooh, wat dat?”

“It’s a shiatsu shoulder massager. Your weighted scarf is always around your neck so I thought it would help.”

“Wow, thank you, Y/n,” he smiles.

You kiss his cheek and look at him as he holds out a medium sized gift wrapped box. “This is for you,” he smiles.

“Ooh, I wonder what it is.” Unwrapping it, you gasp excitedly at the pink chocolate mould set. “This is so cute!”

“I know how much you like baking so I got that for you.”

“I love it, thank you.”

“There’s two more, but they’re kinda back in Tokyo.”

“Well, I can’t wait until we get back,” you giggle.

“Daddy, look what ganpa zashee and ganpa zawa get me!” Kokoro giggles as he runs over wearing a new set of gray winter boots.

“Very cute, Koko,” Hitoshi smiles. “They go with your new jacket Y/n gave you.”

“Yah! And Ahtee get me acta figah of you and Wed Wiot.” He holds up the two toys proudly. Hitoshi takes the mini version of himself. “Why do they always make my hair so dark?”

“I think it’s because the reference photos of you are always at night, son,” Shouta chuckles. “They used to make my goggles this mustard yellow and it looked so bad.”

“I think it looks good,” you smile, looking at the figure. “Got the suit just right.”

“Maybe I’ll look into one of those photoshoots…”

After the gift exchanges you sit with Sika as Koko plays with Nico while Ami plays with Shouta, Eri and the dogs.

Hina slots herself next to you and Hitoshi. “So, remember my proposal?”

“I don’t know about five, Ma. Thassa lot. Even fa me,” you laugh nervously.

Sika sips her water nervously.

“But we need lotsa grandbabies runnin’ around! Okay, three’s mah last offer.”

“Y’already have two!”

“An’ we need more,” she counters.

You pinch your nose bridge in exasperation. “Ugh, Ma.”

Shouta nudges you. “What’s she saying?”

“She still wants us to have lots of kids. Ma, we ain’t even married yet.”

“I don’t think I have it in me for more than three,” Hitoshi mumbles. “That’s a lot of tiny feet running around. Koko’s enough of a hassle as it is alone.”

“But yer not alone! Y’got my baby witcha!”

“What?”

“She said you’re not alone cause we’re together,” you translate.

“Ohh.”

“We’ll see how life plays out, Ma.”

Hitoshi nods and kisses your temple. “Hopefully it goes well.”

*

The day before new years eve, you say goodbye to your parents as they load your suitcases.

“Y’better come an’ visit me again, y’hear?”

“Ah promise, ma. Ah’ll bring ‘toshi an’ Koko too.”

“Ah wan’ mo granbabies, Y/n.”

“We’ll see,” you giggle hugging her before hugging your Dad. “Come an’ visit us in the city, Daddy. Sika an’ I would love ta have you ova.”

“I’ll try mah best,” he smiles. “ Maybe in a month or two.”

“Jus’ lemme know when.”

‘15:09 train to Shibuya departing now’ the intercom crackles above.

You hug them both before entering the train with Hitoshi carrying Koko.

“Bai gamma,” Nico waves.

“Bai!” Koko waves too.

“Bye babies!” Hina shouts as the doors close. “Toshi, the next time I see you there better be a ring on my baby’s finger!”

“Ma!”

Back in Shibuya station, you wave goodbye to Sika’s family as they pile into their car left at the parking garage.

“Good luck, sis,” you tell her. “I’m behind you no matter what.”

You smile as she hugs you and enters the car.

“Let’s get this one home,” you coo at the sleeping Kokoro in the car seat holding his new action figures.

Hitoshi says goodbye to his parents and sister, promising to visit soon then all of you go your separate ways.

You wave at them before helping Hitoshi put the luggage in the trunk and climbing in the passenger seat. “This was fun. I’m sorry about my mom though. She’s a lil pushy when it comes to us and relationships,” you sigh softly.

“It’s fine. Honestly, My pop’s been like that since I told them about us. I really like your parents though, they’re fun.”

“Yours too, well Mic is fun, Eraser is fun in a lazy cynical cat way.”

“The cats do follow him around though,�� he smiles.

You laugh and look out the window as he drives, watching the snow covered landscape. “This really was nice though, maybe next year we can do something with your parents.”

“Oof, they’re the stay home and chill type so i think Christmas vacations should be a your parent thing.”

“My mom will flip but yeah, that sounds cool.”

He reaches over to intertwine your fingers together, bringing it to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

You decide to spend the rest of the break with Hitoshi and Koko. Of course the toddler is ecstatic, spending his week off with his Dad and his favourite teacher.

“So what’s the gift you promised me? I’ve been itching to know what it is,” you ask Hitoshi after you’ve gotten the kitties from the daycare, unpacked and settled down for the evening.

Hitoshi gets two small black boxes from the kitchen drawer and sits next to you on the couch. “Pick one. They’re both for you.”

The size of the boxes makes you a little nervous. You hope there’s not a ring in either of them. “This one.”

You take the box and start unwrapping the bow before lifting the lid. “A key? What does this lead to?”

“I’ve been thinking,” he starts. “It’s really inconvenient for you to take the trains all the time to come here or go home from work. So I was wondering if you wanted to move in? Totally fine if you don’t want to, but I feel guilty whenever I'm stuck at work and you have to bring Koko all the way here or all the way to your apartment. So…yeah.”

You stare at the silver key, smiling wide. “That’s so thoughtful, Hitoshi. I would love to.”

“You mean it?”

You laugh softly and hug him tight. “Of course I do! Thank you!”

Kokoro walks in with the cats, hoping to get a juice box from you or Hitoshi.

“Daddy, want joos.”

“It’s too late for juice, bud. You can have tea if you want.”

“Bleh! No tea. Wat dat?” He points at the box.

“Koko, I’m gonna live here from now on,” you tell the toddler. “Isn’t that exciting?”

“Mama live wif me?!” Koko gasps before climbing on the couch between both of you. “Yay! Mama stay!”

“And you’ll be coming home after school with me.”

“Yay! I lub you!”

“I love you too, baby. You and your daddy, very much.”

“Wat about da kitties?”

Onyx hops in your lap, purring happily.

“Also the kitties,” you giggle as Onyx rubs his face in your chin.

“Open the other one, babe.”

You unwrap the second one and there’s an electronic key inside with a Mercedes logo on it.

“Hitoshi…”

“Yes, Y/n?”

You start to scream in excitement and shock, scaring the cats and Kokoro. “You’re serious?!”

“Yup.”

“Daddy, why Mama scream?” Kokoro asks, holding onto Hitoshi.

“She loves her gift, bud. She’s happy,” Hitoshi chuckles.

“Can I go see it?!”

“In the morning. The parking lot’s pretty dark right now…”

You tackle him in a bear hug and kiss all over his face. “Thank you thank you thank you! I love you!!!”

“Mama lub Daddy!” Koko squeals.

“Yes I do,” you smile before giggling when he joins the hug. “I love you.”

*

Unfortunately, Hitoshi is summoned to court again after the new year. But it's good news this time.

‘This court finds that the prosecution no longer needs to pay child support to the defendant Akibimi Nezama. And the defendant must sign sole custody of the child. We are adjourned.’

The sound of the gavel hitting the block brings a smile to Hitoshi’s face. ‘It’s over,’ he thinks. Outside the courtroom, he quietly celebrates and thanks his lawyer.

“I can't believe you,” Akibimi grumbles, mood sour from the verdict.

“Maybe now you can get a job and stop mooching off of me,” Hitoshi glares

“I’m quirkless, no one's gonna hire me,”

“There’s thousands of jobs you could apply for. As much as you irk me, you're still Koko's mom, so as a sign of good faith, I’ll get Deku to put you in that quirkless program he started.”

“What about Koko?”

“He’ll be fine but he wouldn’t mind seeing you if you were nicer to him. But with my or y/n’s supervision,” he offers.

“Why that bi–woman?”

“That woman is my girlfriend. The only woman that Koko trusts as his mother, so that’s why she has permission. I doubt she’d let you considering what happened the last time you met.”

‘Fucking deserved it if you ask me.’ Akibimi thinks. “Fine, I’ll call you.”

“You need to give me at least a week in advance when you want to see him. No popping up. Understand?”

“Whatever. Bye.”

Her heels click as she walks away. Hitoshi doesn't even feel bad. Instead, he feels relieved.

[therhythmafterthesummer]

rhythm.. i found a grey hair today 💀 i’m 18- i’m gonna cry myself to sleep smh

anyways i have a thot and a question

first my thot is channie w graying hair 🫡 like salt and pepper holy shit this man’s gonna age like fine wine i can feel it

alsoo what would their partners reactions be to their girls getting their first grey hair ?? (i feel like minho would laugh at his kitten n like call her scraggly alley cat or somethin 😭)

i have a theory (based solely on the one time i saw a picture of his dad), that real life channie is either going to not have much grey hairs when he's older (maybe when he's like, 60 he will), or he's gonna go bald sdjkhfskjdf

but a salt and pepper vibe chan would be *chef's kiss* for sure

gonna be honest with you right now, in general i've never understood the problem with finding grey hairs (it's one of those things that has always freaked people out around me and that i've just..... yeah, never understood), but if it makes you feel bad then i'm sorry bby ): nature do be like that unfortunately

now, to the question, i'm assuming you're talking about the wereroomies couples. i'll leave these under the cut just bc this answer is long af already:

Chris: will be all giggly and go "hehehehe my prettiest is getting old" for like a second just to tease her, but he'll honestly just find it normal and tell her she's beautiful either way.

Minho: i don't think he'd laugh in a mean-spirited way, he'll just find it amusing because the passage of time is a funny little thing. and as soon as she asks him "pluck it!! pluck it now!!" he'll just do it. he'll be all like "now you're matching sir percival with all this grey hair" (sir percival's old. he's got grey hairs like old cats do, you know?)

Changbin: freaks out. but not for the reason you might think. "oh, my god... if you are getting grey hairs, what about ME? inspect me. inspect me now, pup!!"

Hyunlix (Moss isn't A Girl per se, but i'll include them anyway): couldn't care less about Moss having grey hairs just like Moss doesn't care sdjfskdjfh

this now just made me think that probably as the wolves grow older their wolf forms will get grey hairs, too. and that's really cute🥺

[h0tchner]

Any Age, Any Day, Anywhere (Part 1) - aaron hotchner x fem!reader

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: WRITTEN FOR AN ANON REQUEST: "ok hi so u already wrote a jealous reader and was wondering whats your take on jealous hotch? i mostly see him in fics as possessive and yeah being the leader type i would think he could also be possessive but i also think that he would just be sad like ya know he doubts himself as we saw in some episodes and i think he would need assurance and a lot of convincing that u only love him but if you’ve given that to him then thats the time he would be possessive and god i would love to imagine a possessive and feral aaron hotchner"

word count: 3.5k

includes: kissing, so much freaking adorable fluff, talk of body insecurities, insecure!hotch, protective!hotch, wifey reader, super brief mentions of pregnancy, alcohol, confrontation with a drunk asshole (derek & hotch are all over it tho dw), party at papa rossi's!, smut to come in next chapter...

rating: 18+ (technically there is no smut in this part, but there are adult themes such as drinking, kissing, etc.).

a/n: HELLO BESTIES! This is part one of a two-part fic! The next part will be pure filth, so keep your eyes peeled for some feral hotch content... ALSO! PLS (!!!!!!!!!!!) interact if you liked this, rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞

“Aaron! Can you come here for a sec?” you call out to your husband from the bathroom, muttering curses under your breath as you try (and fail) for the third time to zip up the back of your black cocktail dress.

“Sure, I just need a minute,” he replies from the bedroom closet, securing the last opalescent button on the arm of his white dress shirt. He looks at himself in the closet mirror, zeroing in at the bags under his eyes and the sprinkling of grey in his stubble. He looks… tired. Tired and old. And he hates it.

Even though Aaron is only in his late-40s, he has lived lifetimes; years of working as Unit Chief of the BAU will do that to a man. Every horror he’s seen and every person he’s lost has weighed on his body and mind. In the past few months, amidst work changes and a new baby, he’s been exhausted and in fear that he’s letting himself go. Of course, being the stoic man that he is, he’s done his absolute best to hide these feelings from you. Tonight, however, he doesn’t know if he can. It’ll be your first night out together as a couple since welcoming baby girl Hotchner to the family four months ago. With no pressing family or work distractions, he just knows that you’ll be able to sense his apprehensions. It’s only a matter of when.

Taking in a breath, he turns a little to the side, frowning at his profile. Aaron winces a little at his “dad bod,” but quickly recovers from the discomfort, milliseconds after it flashes across his face.

“Aaron Hotchner get your handsome butt in here and help me zip my dress! We’re gonna be late,” you exclaim, trying one last time to reach the zipper before giving up and crossing your arms in defeat. You lean back lightly against the countertop facing the door, letting the fabric slip off your shoulders, and wait for your husband to rescue you from the hell that is this dress.

At the sound of your voice, Aaron snaps out of his trance. He shakes his head lightly, as if to physically erase the intrusive thoughts, and clears his throat. Grabbing his suit jacket off the hanger, he flicks off the closet light and closes the door behind him.

Languidly, he meanders from the closet toward the bathroom. He drags his feet a little longer than he normally would, still feeling off and a little bit shy about his appearance.

“Aaron,” you sing, “I’m waiting for –,” your jaw drops mid-sentence when Aaron appears in the doorway.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out before you can stop yourself, eyes widening at the sight of the gorgeous man in front of you.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, crossing over to you, searching your face for any ounce of reprieve.

“Nothing, nothing’s wrong,” you’re quick to reply, standing from your leaning position to meet him, holding out your hands.

He takes them in his own, cocking his head slightly, his soft hazel eyes boring into yours.

You shift forward, moving up on your toes to peck his soft pink lips.

He sighs into the kiss, feeling the warmth of your lips against his own. It feels so good that it almost makes him forget about how he is feeling… almost. But the dark thoughts come back, and he pulls away from you a bit, reluctantly.

Aaron clears his throat.

“You called me?” He questions, but it sounds more like a fact.

“Yeah,” you give his hands a squeeze. “I needed you to zip up my dress, but now,” you lean in again, “I kinda want you to rip it off me.” You offer him a sultry smirk, moving your hands up to rest on his broad chest. He moves his hands to settle on your hips.

You lick your lips and let your eyes rake over his body, taking in every ounce of his sexy frame. The way his crisp, white dress shirt hugs his solid body makes you go weak in the knees. His strong, toned legs in those black dress pants? Yes please. His soft black hair and salt and pepper stubble on his face are practically begging to be touched. He looks good. Damn good.

“You look…” you pause, tapping a finger lightly against his pectoral, searching for the right word, “…delicious.”

Aaron blushes lightly at your ogling, offering you a sad smile as he squeezes his eyes shut out of embarrassment.

You sense the falter in his demeanor, knowing that there’s something else nagging at him far beyond his usual flustering when you vocalize your attraction to him.

“Honey,” you implore, looping your hands around his neck to bring his forehead down to touch yours. “What’s going on in that big, beautiful brain of yours?”

“It’s nothing,” he mutters, swallowing, rubbing soft circles into your sides.

“It’s something,” you counter, carding a hand through his hair at the nape of his neck. You scratch lightly at his scalp, waiting for him to speak. You’ve learned that the best thing to do when Aaron gets in a mood is to give him some time to gather his thoughts. Keeping him close, physically, is a way to show him some comfort without pressuring him to speak. It encourages him, without words, that your arms are a safe place.

“I don’t…” he starts, and then stops himself. His dark eyebrows furrow and his mouth presses into a thin line.

“Mhm?” you question, fingers still tangled in his thick, black locks.

He pulls his forehead away from yours and locks eyes with you. You let your hands be still now, a silent gesture to show him that you’re listening.

He takes in a breath.

“I don’t look the way I used to,” he says quietly, shifting his eyes away from yours.

“What do you mean,” you urge him to continue.

“I mean, I don’t look like I did five years ago. Two years ago. Four months ago. I mean, I was practically a different man when we first met. I was younger, fitter…” he trails off, visibly upset.

“Yes, Aaron, you were,” you agree, keeping your tone temperate.

His eyes snap to yours, confused. It’s clear that was not what he was expecting you to say.

“You were a different man,” you continue gently, resuming your pacifying touch in his hair, “and I was a different woman.”

Aaron lets out a huff.

“Do you love me any less now than you did five years ago?” You ask him.

“Of course not,” he’s quick to answer.

“Why is that?” You prod.

“You’re gorgeous, inside and out. You’re funny, smart, loving…” he begins, but you interrupt him before he can go on.

“And,” you butt in, “if I were to go completely grey, gain thirty pounds, and only wear a potato sack to work every day would you love me any less?”

Aaron huffs again, but this time he’s fighting a smile. He’s starting to catch on. You watch as a spark of levity returns to his eyes. He holds you a little tighter.

“No. There’s nothing you could do or say to make me love you any less,” he grumbles in annoyance, but his upturned lip and matching eyebrow tell a different story.

“Ditto, baby,” you smile up at him. “I love you at any age, any day, anywhere, and there is nothing in the world that can make me change my mind.”

He dips down then, capturing you in a kiss, grinning against your lips.

You giggle as Aaron works his way down your jawline and neck, gasping as he kisses the soft skin at the junction of your neck and shoulder, thick fingers gripping the sides of your hips. He moves his lips back up to your earlobe, nipping at it lightly as you let out another soft gasp.

“You always know the right thing to say,” he whispers into your ear, pressing another kiss right underneath it.

“Aaron, I know I said I wanted you to take this dress off me,” you say breathlessly as Aaron nips at your shoulder again, “but Rossi will kill us if we don’t show up tonight. Plus, I really want the chance to show off my super sexy FBI husband. It’s been far too long.”

He lets out a low groan into your skin and gives your hips a squeeze, nuzzling his head into your neck.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, “you’re right.”

“Aren’t I always,” you snort, eliciting a chuckle from your husband as you turn around in his arms to let him zip you up.

He takes his time, letting his fingers brush lightly over your spine as he draws the zipper over your back. When he’s done and the clasp is latched, he kisses one shoulder lightly, and then the other.

“Thank you,” you whisper, leaning back against his warm body.

“No, honey,” he kisses the top of your head, “thank you.”

_____________________________________________________________

By the time you and Aaron arrive at Rossi’s mansion, the party is already in full swing. Judging by the number of cars in the makeshift parking lot on his spacious front lawn, there must be at least fifty, maybe even a hundred people here.

Despite the bustle of the evening, it doesn’t take long for you two to find Emily, Penelope, and Derek in the living room, drinks in hand, snacking on some very expensive looking food.

“Hey, look! It’s the Hotchners!” Emily cheers, teetering on the arm of the leather couch, wine glass in hand.

“Hello beautiful BAU power-couple!” Penelope chimes in from the seat next to her, cuddled up into Derek’s side.

You laugh and let go of Aaron’s hand, walking over to greet your friends.

“Hey hot stuff, look at you, look at you!” Derek chimes in, eyeing you up and down before standing to shake Aaron’s hand.

“Oh, please,” you roll your eyes at him as you give Emily a big hug.

“And you don’t look bad yourself, boss man!” Derek adds.

You shoot your husband an ‘I told you so’ look over your shoulder, before untangling your arms from Emily and giving Penelope an equally enthusiastic squeeze.

“It’s good to see you all,” Aaron smiles lightly, all dimples in the low light. He steps in to give Emily and Penelope soft hugs.

“Let’s go get you a drink,” Derek says to Aaron, clapping him on the back.

“White?” Aaron looks to you, even though he already knows the answer.

“Yes please,” you respond, “thank you.”

“Be back soon,” he smiles easily, kissing your cheek, making your heart ache.

Aaron and Derek turn and exit the room together.

Penelope drunkenly pats the seat next to her, and you plop down on the couch.

“We’ve missed you like this!” Emily exclaims, gesturing between the three of you and around the room. “I can’t believe we’ve had to wait nine whole months plusanother four just to have a drink with our best friend again.”

You laugh at her, tilting your head back lightly. “Well, you guys got a beautiful little niece out of it, doesn’t that make up for all the wild girl’s nights I missed?”

Emily sighs, dramatically, “I guess so,” she jests.

“Oh, for sure.” Penelope adds. “You look freaking gorgeous, by the way. I mean, I would have never guessed you were creating a tiny human in that body only a few months ago!”

You blush lightly at her words, “You flatter me far too much, Pen. I owe this,” you gesture down at your figure, “all to Spanx!”

“Amen!” Emily toasts. You raise an imaginary glass to theirs and pretend to clink, taking a swig of invisible liquid.

“Are J.J. and Will here?” You ask them after they’ve had a few more sips of their wine.

“Yeah, yeah,” Emily nods, “they’re around somewhere.”

You take a moment and look around the room, taking in all the sights and the sounds of the party. You see some faces you recognize from around the bureau, but others you don’t. Just as you’re about to turn back to your friends, someone catches your eye. One face stands out from the crowd: he’s a young, suave-looking man in a sharp navy suit. Sandy hair perfectly gelled, shiny brown loafers, and bright blue eyes looking right at you. In another life you would have been exhilarated by his attention, apparent charm, and good looks, but now? Now, you’re married to the love of your life with an amazing stepson and a wonderful baby girl. His wolfish gaze means absolutely nothing to you. You simply flash him a curt smile and turn back to Emily and Penelope without a second thought.

You and your friends resume your chatter, waiting for the men to return with more drinks... only they don’t. Perhaps its “new mother anxiety” talking, but the longer your husband is gone, the more you start to grow concerned. A few more minutes pass of antics, laughter, and catching up until the nagging voice in the back of your head turns into an all-out scream. All you know is that you’re suddenly feeling very overwhelmed need to be with Aaron. So, you announce to your friends that you’re going to hunt down Derek and your husband.

You stand from the couch and smooth out the skirt of your dress with the promise to be back in a few minutes.

You walk out of the living room and into the grand foyer, following the same route as Aaron had earlier. Your black kitten heels click on the marble flooring, the skirt of your dress swishing lightly as you walk with purpose towards the kitchen. You’re so concentrated on reaching your destination that you don’t realize the man who had been watching you in the living room was now hot at your heels, following you through the house. It’s only when a hand reaches out and jerks your arm backward that you stop, startled, just past the grand staircase, turning face to face with him.

“You’re not an easy woman to get alone,” he smirks, reeking of alcohol, still gripping your arm, tight. Up close he is decidedly not as handsome as the low light of the living room made him seem. In fact, he seems… creepy. Really, really, really, creepy.

“Can I help you?” You blink at him, pulling your arm out of his vice grip.

“You sure can, baby,” he steps closer to you, voice oozing with sleaze. You gag at the liquor on his breath.

Moving away, you scowl at him, crossing your arms across your chest.

“What’s say you and I head upstairs for a little while? I’m dying to get my hands on your body.” He jerks his head toward the staircase, reaching out to grab your arm again.

You’re fuming at this point, ready give him a piece of your mind when a stern voice beats you to it.

“Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing?” Aaron articulates, approaching you both with Derek not far behind.

You breathe a sigh of relief as your husband glares at the drunken man vengefully, coming to stand by your side. Aaron pulls you into him, roughly, hand tight around your waist. The anger radiating off your husband is equally terrifying and HOT.

“Take a walk, man,” Derek adds in, coming to stand next to the drunken asshole. The man looks from you, to Aaron, then over to Derek, and finally back at you.

“Whatever,” the man grumbles, putting his hands up, “she’s not worth it anyway. Not pretty enough for the hassle. I just thought she looked like an easy lay.”

“That’s enough,” Aaron snaps, seething. “Leave now, before I make you,” your husband growls. He angles his body forward so you’re slightly behind him. A shiver passes through you at his fierce protectiveness.

“Fine, I’m going to get another drink,” the man utters.

“No,” Aaron interjects, “the party. Leave the party or I’ll have you removed.”

“What’s your problem?” The creepy man retorts, this time, more confrontationally.

“My problem?” Aaron says, angrily. You feel his entire body tense at the accusation.

“Hotch,” Derek warns, “I’ll take care of it. You guys go enjoy yourselves. Forget about him.”

“Come on, Aaron,” you tug on his suit jacket lightly, eyes pleading… but Aaron doesn’t budge from his spot. He only holds you tighter as he continues to stare down the man as Derek ushers him away and towards the front door. He doesn’t falter until they are out of sight.

“Aaron?” You repeat.

He looks down at you, finally, blinking away the fury until all that’s left is an all-consuming love. He releases you from his protective hold, and you face him.

“I’m okay,” you assure him in earnest, letting out a shaky breath.

“Honey, I’m so sorry,” he breathes, bringing his hands up to cup your face.

“Aaron, it’s okay, really,” you bite your lip, shifting your eyes away from his.

“You’re so beautiful,” Aaron kisses your forehead, and then the top of your head. “So, so beautiful, and I’m so sorry.”

“Aaron, can we just go home?” You ask.

“Sure,” he kisses your head one last time before weaving his fingers between yours and guiding you gently toward the back exit.

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The car ride home is quiet. The only sounds are the occasional click of the turn signal, and the hum of the wheels on the road. Aaron is still upset, and so are you, but you’re also… something else. Something you can’t quite put your finger on. You feel guilty for ruining the evening, guilty that you FEEL guilty for something you had no control over, hungry, tired, and… horny? Oh, and guilty for feeling horny.

It isn’t helping that one of Aaron’s hands is planted firmly on your thigh. He lifts it only to adjust the air conditioning or to scratch his nose, but otherwise it remains on you the whole way home. When he pulls into the driveway of your shared house, and shuts the car off, he still doesn’t move it.

“Honey?” You turn your head to look at him. His eyes are closed. You take in the strong features of his profile, noting the prominence of his nose and the way his eyelashes rest on his high cheekbones.

“I almost punched him.” Aaron whispers, opening his eyes to look over at you sheepishly.

“You what,” you exhale, mouth slightly agape.

“That guy,” he continues, bringing his left hand up to pinch his nose. “I almost punched him for saying that about you.”

You snort, amused by his confession.

Your husband lets out a short laugh, squeezing your thigh as he does.

“I would’ve liked to see that.” You’re grinning now and so is he.

He flashes his eyes at you and laughs again, this time less anxiously. You join him, feeling the tension dissipate with every passing moment.

“My big, bad FBI man decking a barely-legal drunk dickhead for making a move on his wife? Where can I get my tickets?” You joke.

As you say the words “his wife,” Aaron’s breath hitches in his throat. His hand on your thigh presses down instinctively. Neither of his reactions go unnoticed.

You lay a hand over his where it rests on your leg.

“You know, Aaron,” you begin.

He looks over at you, jaw tight, but this time it isn’t from anger.

“This is the first time we’ve had the house all to ourselves in months,” you pull his hand off you and bring it up to your lips. You press a kiss to his palm, and then to his wrist.

“This… is true,” he breathes out, studying you, taking you in.

“So, I’m just wondering:” you grin, linking your fingers with his, “are you going to carry your wife into our house, Aaron? Or do I have to walk myself?”

[carletes]

ok, it’s a bit late, but I kinda accumulated these throughout the day to send them all at once instead of spamming you..and also I think we’re in need of something cheerful at the moment and hopefully this counts so..ya:

-Imagine the Norris-Sainzs visiting the family in Madrid, Carlos is chilling on the floor of the living room with his kids around him doing his hair and making him pretty. Like, literally, no lock of his hair is left untouched, some are braided, others are tied with colorful ties or hair clips and ribbons. Inters Carlos Sr, looking fondly at this adorable image in front of him, then the all the kids turn their heads towards him like a predator that found their prey. Skip to both Carloses sitting on the floor to get their hair done and be made pretty. Carlos jokingly tells his dad “they’re your grandkids, if I have to go through this, you’re doing it with me.” Carlos Sr answers “Ha! joke’s on you! I wouldn’t trade this for the world!”

-Maybe Carlos is already going through his Salt n’ Pepper/Silver fox journey and Lan innocently asks “When will I have hair that changes color too?” [insert Carlos going through the crisis that many parents have of realizing they can’t stop their kids from growing up and can’t keep them safely tucked under their wings forever that he’ll def cry to Lando about.] I think Carlos Sr will just Know what’s going through Carlos’ head and be all “don’t worry about it, you’ll probably think of it as something tragic, your kids growing up, I had the same thought about you :) but look at how it’s going, now I’m seeing my baby boy all grown up, married and has his own little family. I’m so proud of you. Proud of the man my little Carletes have become.” 

-Abuela teaching Charlie how to cook spanish dishes 🥺 Like this little tiny Carlos moving around with her in the kitchen and learning all about the spices and stuff regarding food and maybe all of the kids are sitting at the table at the kitchen and like any grandmother abuela def spills the tea about their dad when he was little and maybe even about both of their parents when they started dating and it’s all basically a sweet bonding time for all of them NO ONE TOUCH ME I LOVE THEM SO MUCH :”(

-Also their aunt will probably join in and tell them about all the shit their dad pulled when they were little, and show them all the mclaren vids and point out how in sickeningly in love their parents are and how much of a mess they were still are around each other. 

-So now the kids, armed with this knowledge, will endlessly tease their parent about it. Like Carlos jokingly says “I always look good. Even in my baby pictures I looked like a model.” and Aurelia will answer “umhum..Is that why when abuela first brought out your baby pictures to show dad you held them up from him that he had to tackle you to the ground and sit on you to see them and you just sat there staring at him as if he hung the moon?” “How did you know that?? You weren't born yet then! WHO TOLD YOU???” [insert Reyes and Blanca acting as if the vacuum commercial on the TV is the most interesting thing they have ever seen in their lives.]

presented without comment bc i feel like we all need this today :( thank u anon

[multiversstuff]

Hey same girl again about that lee prompt with black y/n. You don’t have to worry about putting in anything racism or something. Just that when she goes to sleep she has a bonnet on. She puts lotion all over her body after she takes a shower. She can braid hair. Please don’t describe her skin tone or any of her features with food (ex: her chocolate skin) . Her kids are biracial . She uses a washcloth when in the shower. And she uses seasoning beyond salt and pepper in her food like paprika.

A/N - I’m SO SO sorry this took forever! I went through a terrible writers block & had a health crisis so that was fun lmaooo. This is my first, but I hope this is at least somewhat what you were hoping for. Notes are welcome! I hope you enjoy this❤️

WC - 2553

Yandere!Lee Bodecker x Black!Reader

Warnings—smut (first time writing smut, please be nice), language maybe

6:30 AM

“Mommy!” Kendra, my 6 year-old, comes running into the kitchen, where I’m putting together her and her brothers’ lunches.

“Yes, sweetie?”

“I can’t find my shoes!” I tape down the opening of the paper bag and turn to face her.

Ray, my 11 year-old son, and Johnny, my 8 year-old, are sitting at the table eating their breakfast and Kendra is standing behind them in the archway with a sandal in her left hand and a ballet flat in her right. “You have shoes in your hands dummy.” Johnny speaks up before I could respond.

“J, don’t antagonize your sister.” I walk to her and bend down to her level. “Key, what shoes can you not find?”

“The pink ones!” That’s not a lot of help; she has multiple pink shoes.

“Which ones?”

She throws down the shoes in her hands, stomps her foot and screams; “The pink ones! My favorites!”

“Don’t you yell at me, I’m just trying to help. You have a lot of pink shoes and your favorite changes.” She looks down with her lip trembling, like she’s about to cry, when Lee walks in dressed in his work uniform.

Once he notices his little girl is about to cry, he squats down to her height, “what’s wrong, sugar bear?”

Kendra looks up to her dad and throws her tiny arms around his shoulders. “I can’t find my pink shoes and mommy’s not helping me!” That little—I love my daughter, I do; but, I’m always the bad guy, no matter what I say or do, I’m the bad guy while Lee is her hero. Ever since she was born, Kendra’s had an attachment to Lee. I went through 16 hours of excruciating pain just to get her into this world and yet the moment Lee holds her in his arms, it’s like I didn’t exist; except for food, clothes, and bathing. Straightening back up, I look down at the scene unfolding in front of me.

Lee holds his little girl. “Oh princess, your pink boots are by the door.” He lets her go, cups her small head into his large hands; “why don’t you go put them on, get your stuff and I’ll take you to school?” She jumps and squeals with joy and runs off to her room; Lee stands up to his full height and looks at me with a smirk.

Rolling my eyes, I turn around to get the kids’ lunches and put them in front of the boys. “Okay boys, here are your lunches; now, go get your stuff.” I turn to look at Lee, who still has a smirk on his face, with my own little smirk. “Your dad’s taking you school.” And just like that, his stupid smirk is gone. The boys grab their lunch and go off to get their stuff, while I take their dirty dishes.

Putting the dishes in the sink and preparing to wash them, I feel Lee’s presence behind my back. “I thought you were taking the boys to school.” He whispered.

I whispered right back to him; “Yeah, well, it would be unfair to them if their dad took their baby sister and not them.”

“I don’t have time—“

“Well you’re lucky you’re the boss.”

“Y/N…”

At that, I stop the water and turn more towards him. “If it’s that big of a deal, then you shoulda thought ‘bout that before offering Kendra to take her in front of them.” I look at the clock just behind his shoulder. “If you leave now, you might just make it in time.” At that, I turn back to the sink.

Lee sighs, “You’re lucky I love you.” ‘Yeah, lucky me.’ He wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my shoulder. After a few moments of him just watching me wash the dishes, the kids come out and Key yells that they’re ready for school. Lee turns to them and throws Ray his car keys; “Go get in the car, Ray, start the car. I’ll be there in a minute.”

I turn my head to face them and give them a smile. “Have a good day at school, little ones. I love you!”

Ray and Johnny both yell they love me too and, surprise, surprise, Key just went to the car. Sighing, I turn back to the sink. “Baby, don’t be like that.” I, slightly, roll my eyes in response. “Ok. I have to go.” He kisses my cheek. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” And he was off.

1:00 PM

Stepping out of the car with the bag of Lee’s lunch I made for him, I take a deep breath preparing to walk into the station and to apologize. People around here haven’t exactly been shy about showing their distaste for Lee’s and I’s relationship. Though, ever since Lee broke a guy’s nose for saying some things about his choice in being with me, in front of the entire town’ no one’s too eager to say anything outright. Do I care? No. Not in the slightest, but, Lee is very protective and has always done everything he can to make sure that I know he loves me. I’ve always had a hard time controlling my emotions, and I’m extremely stubborn; so, that’s why I’m mentally preparing myself, while walking to the station’s front desk, to kiss my husbands ass for the way I reacted this morning. “Hi, is Lee here?”

The perky little blonde girl at the desk, looked up at me from behind her glasses. “He’s not here right now, he’s out on patrol. Is there something I can help you with?”

I shake my head. “Uh, no. Do you know when he’ll be back?”

“The sheriff is scheduled to be back within the next 30 minutes.” She pointed to the chairs lined up against the wall, to the right of the desk, in by the entrance into the station itself. “You can take a seat and wait for him there.” Nodding, I thank her and take a seat.

After about 20 minutes, a cop, I’ve never seen before, walks to the front and starts talking to the blonde; Karen, whose name I learned within a few minutes of me waiting. He then walks towards me and stands in front of me and gives me a small smile. “Good afternoon, ma’am. Is there something I can help you with?”

Giving a small smile in return, I respond. “No, thank you. Just waiting for my husband.”

The cop, Friemel, as his tag says, takes the seat next to me and points to the bag in my lap. “What’s in there?”

“It’s his lunch.”

“What a good little wife you are, making his lunch for him.” I look him in the eyes for a moment, take a deep breath and look back in front of me, trying not to roll my eyes. Lee may take it, but that’s because he knows who he married, but other men don’t take too kindly to a woman rolling their eyes at them. “Whatever it is, it sure smells good.” I give him a small smile as a thank you. “May I ask what it is?”

“It’s chicken, potato salad, baked beans, and banana pudding.”

He leans back and puts his arm on the back of my chair, making me uncomfortable. I don’t know what it is about this guy but he just radiates creep energy. There’s a fire in his eyes that makes me feel like I’d be in danger; if I wasn’t married to the most aggressively protective man I’ve ever known. I subtly scoot a little to my left, still in my chair but giving a little space between me and the cop. “Wow, that’s a whole meal. You must really love your husband.”

I look to him, “yes well, he loves me.”

The cop leans a little closer to me, I lean back in turn, and he whispers to me. “Are you sure about that?”

At that moment, the front door slams shut. Both the cop and I look towards the door and see Lee standing there, fuming. If he were a cartoon, he’d be red as a tomato and there’d be smoke blowing out of his ears. Grabbing both my purse and the bag of lunch, I stand and walk to him with a relieved smile. “Hi honey.”

Lee briefly looks down at me, gives me a smile, kisses me on my cheek, and then immediately looks at the cop. “Is there a problem here, sweets?”

The cop spoke up before I had the chance to even open my mouth. “No, sir. No problem at all. Just keeping your lovely wife company until you came back,” Lee’s eyes grew darker, “sir.”

“I wasn’t speaking to you deputy,” Lee took a step towards him and i put my hand on his shoulder, “there’s a stack of paperwork that needs to be done.” He points to the desk. “Go do it.” The cop quickly nods his head, takes the papers and walks off; all the while, Lee just stands watching him. After he’s gone, Lee grabs my arms, takes me to his office and gently pushes me inside. He steps in and turns to everyone outside the office, “no one is to disturb me,” he then shuts and locks the door and turns to me. Lee slowly stalks towards me looking as if he’s a predator about to pounce his prey.

The moment he gets to me, he grabs my face and kisses me with so much strength and emotion that I take a step back and drop both my purse and his lunch. His tongue traces my bottom lip asking for permission to explore my mouth and I, as I’ve always done, grant it to him. Lee quietly moans and before it goes too far, I slightly pull back. Taking a deep breath, I look up into his hooded eyes, which have gone almost completely black with lust. “I brought you lunch.” All I want to do is jump his bones and yet I decided to say that. He hums and leans to kiss me again but as he leans forwards, I lean back. “Aren’t you hungry?”

He smirks as his thumbs rub my cheeks and puts his forehead onto mine. “Oh sugar, I’m starving.” He moves his hands to my waist and walks me backwards until my back hits his desk and he lifts me to sit on it. “But not for food.” ‘Damn.’ We’ve been married for nearly 10 years, and yet this man still has the ability to get me dripping for him in no time.

Lee presses his lips to mine once more while one of his hands goes to my hair and the other wraps around my throat. My hands goes to his chest and I slightly press; Lee moves to kiss up my jaw to that special spot right below my ear. “Wha-oh, what about everyone—“ a moan slips from my lips when he sucks and pulls at that spot with his teeth.

“Then I guess you have to be quiet.” Le whispers into my ear. My hands go to his head and pull him to my lips. I immediately run my tongue across his bottom lip and he grants me access. His hands run across my body; down my chest, all the way down to the tops of my thighs where my dress rode up. As his hands roam, I run my hands down to his pants and unbuckle his belt.

Lee pushes my panties to the side and runs his fingers through my folds while his other hand goes to the back of my neck and grips it. “Damn baby, you’re already soaked and I’ve barely touched you.” I want to roll my eyes and tell him to shut up but all I can manage to get out is a strangled moan like a horny teenager. He smirks and thrusts two of his fingers into me and we both moan. “I don’t even need to get you ready, do I?” I try to pull him closer so I can get his lips on mine but he doesn’t move an inch. Instead, he pushes me so I’m laying on his desk and he grips my wrists and pins them above my head with one hand. With one hand, he pushes his pants and boxers down just enough to release his long, thick cock, as I wrap my legs around his hips. With one thrust, he enters me fully. I bite my lip trying to contain the moan that’s begging to be let out. Lee did not like that so, he wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes; not enough to cut off my air, but enough to let me know that he’s serious. “Oh no babygirl. Let them hear you. Let every one of my guys out there know exactly who you belong to.” He pulls out just to slam back into me with enough force to push me up his desk and I let out a loud, almost pornagraphic, moan. He moves the hand that was on my throat to pull the top of my dress and my bra down until my boobs are hanging out. Lee pulls and twists at my left nipple while he licks and nips at my right one, all the while thrusting into me like it’s our last day on Earth.

“Oh god! Lee, pl-ugh-please!” I don’t know what it is I’m begging for, but he’s so deep in me, I swear I feel him in my stomach. While he moves to look down at my fucked out face, he moves the hand that was playing with my pebbled nipple to my throat and squeezes and I clench around him. Lee lets out a loud groan and his thrusts falter a little, but then he immediately picks up his pace.

“Look at you. You’re such a slut for this cock.” At this point, he’s slamming into me so damn hard and, almost inhumanly, fast that it feels like he’s literally splitting me apart. I can already feel myself about to finish and, with his slightly faltering rhythm, he’s not too far behind.

“I’m gonna cum. L-Lee, p-p-please c-can I cum?” He speeds up as much as he can and moves to rub my clit at the same pace as he’s thrusting into me.

“You can cum.” I start to bite my lip but the hand holding him up moves to grab my cheeks and squeezes them. “Don’t you dare try to be quiet!” He moves his hand back to hold him up and with one last hard thrust, I let go, screaming. After a couple more thrusts, I can feel his cum painting my walls. He presses his lips to mine as he keeps thrusting to prolong both of our orgasms.

Once we both came down from our bliss, he pulls out of me and grabs the bag with his lunch, looks inside and back at me with the brightest smile on his face. I sit up, he grabs me by the face and kisses me. This kiss is different from all the others; full of love, not lust nor jealousy. “Thank you for lunch babygirl. Now, let’s eat.”

[sirenreading]

Snowed In Part 2 (2/4)

Pairing : Frankie Morales x f!reader (bodyguard AU)

Summary : Your father, a well known Judge, Wants to send you away during a trial that involves the mob. He'd decided to get you a bodyguard, and sent the two of you off on a trip to your family cabin out in the mountains, alone, for at least a few months.

Word count : 1.7K+

Warning : angst , yearning, dad!Frankie , mentions of : PTSD, divorce, slight jealousy(from reader), guns, cock warming , past substance abuse , masturbation (m!receiving)

A/N : i feel like this took forever i’m so sorry lmao i’m working on the next part already it should be done soon.💗(the next part might just be my favorite)

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Frankie laid out on the bed of his guest room, spent from the day's travels, His body wet from the streaming shower he just took, His damp, curly hair laid out on the pillow, damping it. The only light in the room came from the bathroom, as he laid with his eyes closed palming himself through the towel that covered his lower half. The steam from the bathroom loring into his bedroom.

The thought of you laying into his side naked, his fingers touching every curve and curl of your body. Thinking back to how the nighty you warm hugged you tightly as you walked around the living room, And the jiggle of your ass as you went up the stairs. The idea of you standing before him naked in all your glory, is what finally drew him over edge, His hand going up and down his shaft, he lost all control and began to moan as if he was in his own little world and you wouldn't hear it, no other noise but the hard grunts coming from his mouth.

Frankie could feel his organism coming, spitting into his hand, roughly jerking himself, right before he could come to his release-- he heard a crash from the kitchen.

Opening his eyes, The noise breaking him out of his lust, as he grabbed the towel that now laid on the ground, wrapping it around his waste, running out of the room with his gun, that laid on his bedside table now in his hands.

Slowly making his way into the kitchen to see--you, Standing over the stove with a pot and a mug in hand. “Good morning Frankie.” You said with a big smile on your face.

“Morning? It's damn near 1am, Why are the hell are you up?” Frankie almost yelled at you from across the room, Setting his gun on the nearest table. “Lucky the damn safety was on.” He said, Finally able to relax.

“Well sorry, I just wanted some hot chocolate. Would you care for some?” You said, dragging your words, giving him a smile.

“sure, Why not.” He waved his hand in a may-as-well manner.

He sat, the towel from his shower still around his waist, only leaving his slightly hairy chest and tummy on display to you. You took an extra mug out of the cabinet, filled them both to the bream with the steaming hot chocolate, adding a little whip cream on top, and made your way to the table.

Your eyes lingered as you set the mugs down on the table, your eyes going down Frankie still heavily breathing body, you shook your head trying to bring yourself back to earth.

“So….will you finally tell me about delta force?” Frankie rolled his eyes, oh that's where this evening is going.

“I already googled it...kinda...sounds scary.”

“It was, now can we change the subject?”

“Sorry...i don't mean to pry...i just wanna know more about you.” You sat your head resting on your hands as you looked at him, as he brought the cup to his lips. Some of the whip cream coming off on his lip.

You looked back up, Almost choking at the white cream on his salt and pepper facial hair. “Here- let me help you.” You jumped from your seat, making the chair squeak. Sitting on Frankie's lap and taking a napkin that sat on the table, dabbing the cream away, Frankie looked at you as you sat on him, praying you would feel him becoming hard underneath the towel.

He almost wrapped a hand around you, So you wouldn't fall off his lap. But he had to quickly remind himself who you were. ‘The boss’s daughter.’

“There, all done.” You said looking up to meet Frankies chocolate brown eye, as they sparkled with the light of the full moon that shined in through the two large windows. You perked your lips up, and excused yourself, sitting back on your end of the table.

You avoided eye contact until Frankie eventually spoke.

“I got a daughter back at home.” You finally looked up, you couldn't be shocked. He was a handsome man and about 10 or so years older, of course he had a family.

“Daisy.” He continued after you did not respond.

“That's a pretty name.”

“It's a gorgeous name for my little girl, Here-“ Frankie rushed up, gripping the towel before it fell around his legs, taking a second to grabbing his wallet that sat on the nightstand in his room, Walking back to you, now wearing a pair of shorts.

He handed you a picture of a little girl, no older than 5, She had brown curls and eyes, Just like Frankie, But her skin was a little more tan. She took in a garden of colorful lowers, smiling from cheek to cheek, you could see some of the teeth she was missing. “She's adorable.”

“So you're married.” You handed him the picture, looking down at his hand for a ring that wasn't there. Frankie shook his head.

”Divorced.--we couldn't make it work as hard as we tried.” He swallowed the lump in his throat, putting his hands to his mouth. recalling the painful 6 month process from separation to divorce. One of the worst experiences of his life, as he recalls it.

You nodded understanding, Your parents had divorced at a young age too, You barely remember them together so it didn't hurt as much.

“Well...what about delta--” Frankie grunted.

“You really wanna hear about all of that?”

“Yes!” you jumped at the idea to learn more about Frankie, no matter what it's about. You wanted the hard truth.

You sat for what felt like hours while Frankie told you of his time serving, He told you about the guys, And how a year or so ago, One of his friends from service, Santi , dragged them all to Columbia to what he made sound like some kind of heist. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. It sounded like something out of a movie, You sat looking at him dumbfounded as he finished off his story telling you of them getting shot at while boarding into a boat with millions in duffle bags.

He also talked of how not long after the mission to Colombia, He started having nightmares, re-living the trauma of his trip to Colombia over and over. they’d since stopped coming as often but were partly responsible for his separation which led to his divorce.

“We tried couples therapy, Nothing worked. The love just wasn't there anymore. Daisy deserved better than parents who picked fights everyday.” Frankie said bluntly. You couldn't believe how unfazed he seemed. “Where is Daisy now? Do you have joint custody?”

Frankie sighed realizing he’d left a key part of the story out, his drug charges. Shaking his head. Spilling all the left out details of him getting into some trouble with the law, Losing his pilot's license. “I really fucked up and now-- I don't think I'll even get to see her on weekends.”

“Thankfully even with all that, your dad gave me a job.” a job i can’t fuck up.

You reached your hand, Taking his in yours, lightly squeezing it till he looked back up, locking his eyes with yours. Trying to smooth and comfort him the best you could without words, You truly didn't know what to say.

Frankie gave you a soft smile, Looking over out of the double hung windows, seeing the light of the sun coming up, Over the still snowy mountains. “Deez princess, What time is it?” His hands leaving the warmth of yours and going to his face to cover his eyes from the light of the sunrise. But you could tell he was trying to change the subject.

You looked over at the time on the microwave, 6:05am. You looked over to Frankie’s face as he came back from a yawn, His eye bags visible. “It's 5...so...breakfast?!” You say perking up.

“I didn't take you for a morning person.” Frankie grunted after telling you he’d love some waffles.

You tell him to go down to the wine cellar and get a bottle of champagne, for mimosa while you start on the waffles and eggs.

“I like my eggs runny!” He yelled before making his way down to the pitch black, freezing cold cellar.

You both made your plates, yours packed with scrambled eggs and waffles with a tone of syrup. Frankie followed with his plate and wine glass in hand. You both packed on the couch turning it on, To immediately be met with a news report about your dad's case trial.

The newscaster spoke of how the trial was set to begin in 3 days and could last weeks or even months. The members of the mob family may not even face jail time depending on the evidence. Frankie looked from the brightness of the tv, He could see the worry written on your face. He grabbed the remote, Changing the channel to some random rom-com.

“I don't want you watching that, Everything is gonna be fine, Already?” Franke said sternly, taking your hand in his for just a second, you could feel the warmth of his body. “As long as I’m here nothing bad is going to happen.”

You put the plate down on the short table in front of you, and cuddled into Frankies side, laying your head on his chest. You both watched the random movie put on the tv before you slowly dozed off.

**

You could feel a sudden arm go under you, picking you up bridal style. Frankie carried you to your room, moving the comforter as much as he could, laying you under them. For a second you didn't hear anything other than breathing, before you heard footsteps walking away.

“Frankie?” your voice seconds away from sleep, but still hoping he’d hear you.

“Yes, Princess?” Frankie tried to not keep eye contact, the door half closed as his hand sat on the knob.

“Come to bed with me.” You picked up the blanket that laid on the edge of the bed, opening the bed for him to lay next to you, extending your arm out to him.

“...i can't.” He whispered, closing the door fully behind him, standing in front of your door for a second longer, his head resting on it.

“I wish I could.” Frankie said through the door, knowing you couldn't hear it. as he walked back down the stairs, picking up all the dishes from your meal and taking them to the sink. As he lathered the dishes with the dish soap, Frankie cursed himself for not taking you up on sleeping next to you.

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To Deploy, You Go || A Brock Reynolds x Carter!Reader Imagine

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Meet My Dad (part one of the series)

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TW: alcohol, deployment, tears

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Ah, the pre-deployment barbecue. It was one of your favorite traditions Bravo has done over the year, mostly because it’s usually family-friendly and you got to see everyone in one spot. This year was different, though, as it was the first time you and Brock came together.

The team found out a couple days after you introduced him to your dad, as Trent and your dad wouldn’t leave Brock alone. God, you were pissed when you found out about the lye. You’re a grown up, you can date whom you please!

The alcohol was flowing, Sonny had finished with the ribs and brisket, and everyone was now around the fire pit. Trent and your dad was making eyes at each other, which always cause you to laugh a little, their teammates were  oblivious to their love. 

You were in Brock’s lap, with Pepper laying beside the chair, Cerberus right beside her. You loved watching them interact, both of them being so excited to see each other again since Jason took Cerb in.

It was Sonny who suggested beer pong, but instantly you beg Brock to be on your team. He finally agreed, getting up with you and walking over to the table, where Rebecca and Clay were setting up the cups. 

First round was between you and Brock’s team and Lisa’s pairing with Sonny. Sonny, of course, was talking shit until you continuously beat his ass at playing beer pong.

“How’d you get so good at this?” Your dad asked, eyeing you suspiciously.

“You really want to know?” You teased, a playful glint in your eye. You laughed when he thought for a moment before shaking his head, walking off to find Trent and gripe to him about his kid being a partier during college,

After a few hours, everyone who wanted to had a turn playing beer pong, and thanks to Trent and your dad’s skills, you were properly tipsy. Problem was, you hung onto Brick like he was the forbidden fruit tree when you were drunk, so you were much more comfortable than earlier. 

You kiss him passionately, his hands going to your waist while yours find his hair. You break away for only a moment, letting you take a breath. Before you went back for more, you hear him whisper, “Let’s go home.”

You nod, letting him go start the car and put Pepper in her kennel while you went to find everyone and say goodbye. Dad was the last one you found, and you gave him the biggest hug imaginable.

“I’m gonna see you tomorrow boo bear, you don’t have to squeeze me this tight,” he laughed, rubbing your back until you backed away.

“I know, just gonna miss you,” you said softly, smiling at him. Eventually you sighed, nodding as you bid him goodnight, walking back to the truck and going home, spending the rest of the night letting Brock know just how much you’re going to miss him the next three months.

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It’s Deployment Day.

You always hated this day, the day when your dad left for three months of danger, and limited contact. To make it worse, this was your first time Brock is going to be away from you for a long period of time since you started dating.

You didn’t get up right away, instead cuddling closer into your boyfriend’s arms, hearing him chuckle as you did so. You always felt so safe with him, like the world didn’t exist as long as you two could stay like this.

“We have to get up soon,” he whispered, causing you to groan. He laughed lightly, kissing your forehead before you nodded, sighing.

“You sure you have to leave today?” You asked rhetorically, pouting as he nodded.

“‘M sure. Only for three months,” he said quietly, studying your face before reaching down, kissing you on your lips gently, adding more passion as your hand finds his neck, pulling you into him.

Sighing, you finally let go, nodding as he stood up, grabbing your hand as he lead you to the shower, wanting as much time with you as possible before he left.

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The Naval Airfield Oceana, five miles from the shore. You can almost taste the salt in the air, which is generally comforting. Never is on this day, though.

Nothing is.

You get out of your car, Pepper and Brock following behind. You saw almost everyone else was there already, saying goodbye to their families.

You hugged Brock, desperately not wanting to let him go. You heard him chuckle, your grip so tight you were almost hurting him. Tears rolling down your cheek, you felt his grip tighten to comfort you. “It’s okay, only for three months,” he comforted you, whispering into your ear.

You nod, stifling a cry as he lets you go, using his thumb to wipe your tears away. “I love you, sweets,” he said, smiling as he used his stupid nickname for you, causing you to roll your eyes at him.

“I love you too,” you whispered, stretching up to kiss him, his hands resting at your hips, pulling you into him. He broke away, keeping his face close to yours, you running a hand through his curls.

He smiled, “I’ll email you as soon as we land,” he said, kissing you once more before backing away. You nod, letting him go so he can walk on the plane. You then walk over to your Dad, who was talking to Trent.

“You two better behave while you’re away,” you teased, smiling at them as you came closer. Your dad brought you in for a deep hug, squeezing tightly before kissing you on the temple, letting you go so you could hug Trent.

“You know the drill, keep Whiskers company and take care of yourself,” your dad reminded you, his way of telling you he’ll miss you while he’s gone.

“I will,” you laugh, shaking your head at his roughness. He hugs you once more, this time whispering, “I love you, kiddo.”

“I love you too, Dad. Please be safe,” you whispered, hugging him tightly, smiling as he let go.

You waved as they nodded, walking away to get onto the plane. You held back tears, watching as the plane took off, taking away your dad and the man you loved, hopefully not forever.

You would never know how close you were to losing them all.