#like fuck lecture me harder mommy

[miley1442111]

hi! can you do something with aaron and like a younger next-door neighbour and they're kinda secretly and newly dating and something with Jack goes wrong and reader helps fix it so aaron is just so in love and asks if he can tell jack and it's just super fluffy and cute!

Anyway, thank you so much, i love your writing!!!!

i love this idea so much!

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telling him- a.hotchner

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a/n: i got nothin.

summary: jack can't go to school, so you swoop in and become aaron's hero, he asks two pretty important questions.

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

warnings: none

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Aaron didn’t know what to do with himself. He’d left the BAU. Jack was 11. He had a pre-teen who he’d just moved across the country and changed his entire life. 

What the fuck were they doing in San Francisco?

Aaron was a lecturer now, on law in Stanford. Jack attended a new school, much to his dismay. 

And then there was you. The gorgeous woman who lived next door to them. You were a lecturer as well, nuclear physics but you were often mistaken for a student, considering you were only 25. You’d been very kind to him since he started work there, and even had had them over for dinner a couple of times. 

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“I don’t wanna go!” Jack exclaimed, arms crossed. 

“Jack, I have work in 45 minutes, my students are taking the bar exam, and you know your babysitter is out of town, you have to go to school,” he sighed, feeling helpless. Doing this alone had been the hardest part. He had to leave the family he had, the entire team, and his life behind.

“But they’re mean!” he sobbed into his dad’s chest. “They make fun of me for not having a mom…” 

Aaron’s heart broke. He didn’t want to send his kid into school if he was being bullied, and he made a mental note to speak to his teachers. 

“Hey guys,” your kind voice filled the house from downstairs. Aaron had given you a key just a few weeks ago. “Ready to go?” 

Aaron looked at the time on his watch, it was exactly when you all carpooled to school, then work. 

“Up here!” Jack shouted down to you as he cried into his dad’s shoulder, ruining his suit. Aaron could hear your footsteps up the stairs and he braced himself for any judgy looks. 

Judgy looks which never came.

“Poor Jack,” you sighed, rubbing his head. “What’s going on?”

“The kids at school laugh at me because I don't have a mommy anymore,” he cried, getting up and giving you a hug. You sent Aaron an empathetic look and hugged Jack back. 

“That is awful Jack, how about this. You come to work with me and your dad, my lectures don’t start ‘till later so you can hang out with me and I know someone who works at your school, so if you tell me your teacher’s name I can get the lesson plan for today and we can work through it in my office, does that sound good?” 

Jack nodded his head furiously and hugged you harder, his tears subsiding. 

Aaron’s heart could’ve exploded. You were so kind. You two had only been on a few dates in recent weeks, you hadn’t told Jack yet, but you were so caring. 

He mouthed a ‘thank you’ in your direction and you shrugged. ‘It’s the least I can do’. 

Aaron ran into his room, pulling on a new suit jacket to replace the one soiled by Jack’s tears, grabbed his briefcase, and followed you out to the car. You’d called your friend at his school and gotten the information so Jack had his school books in his bag. You drove them to the Stanford campus, explained to your supervisor who told you it was alright, and departed for the day, Jack’s hand in yours. Aaron walked over to his building, and you stayed in yours, sending him updates throughout the day. You made the majority of your lectures for the day either study lectures, or just cancelled lectures so you could keep a close eye on Jack. You even allowed three of your most responsible students to teach Jack some maths. 

At the end of the day, Jack fell asleep on the couch in your office while you were busy cleaning up your lecture hall. 

“Hi honey,” Aaron smiled from the door. 

“Hi love,” you smiled back. “How was your day? Did anyone faint in the exam hall?”

He crossed over to you in three quick strides and pulled you into his arms, kissing you deeply. You were so kind, you’d taken care of Jack all day for him, you’d made him feel less alone in the most isolating time of his life, and you were his. Well, maybe, he hadn’t exactly asked yet. “No one fainted, but a few did vomit before coming in.”

“Poor them,” you sighed. “Jack was fine all day, no issues.”

“Have I told you how wonderful you are?” He smiled and you chuckled. 

“A few times, sure,” you teased. “But I don’t mind hearing it again.”

Aaron smiled and moved one of his hands to cup your cheek. “You’re wonderful.”

You smiled back at him, pecking his cheek. “Well, good thing we have a date on Friday.”

“I want to tell Jack,” He admitted. “About us.”

You nodded. “You’re sure? It’s only been a couple of weeks.”

“I’m sure. He loves you anyways, what’s the worst that can happen?” He asked, pressing kisses to your neck as he spoke. 

“Umm- He could hate both of us because he feels like we’re replacing your and Haley’s relationship, he could start to resent you if we break up, he could hate me, the list goes on-”

“Don’t let it,” he smiled. “I have spent my whole life making calculated and deliberate decisions, even if I knew those choices wouldn’t make me happy. I want to be happy now, with you and Jack,” he admitted. In recent months you’d taught him the value of being slightly selfish, despite his altruistic tendencies. 

“Alright, whatever you say love,” you smiled and kissed him again, then went back to your desk to gather your things. 

“I also want to ask you something,” he stated and when you turned around you saw a bouquet of your favourite flowers in his hands. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You chuckled softly and smiled, the sweetness of the moment warming your heart. “Yes, Aaron, I will be your girlfriend.”

He grinned when you accepted and his hands wrapped around your waist as he pressed your lips against his  in celebration. 

He was happy, truly happy. For the first time in a long time. 

And it was all thanks to you.

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criminal minds masterlist :)

navigation for my blog :) (criminal minds, obx, the bear, marvel, top gun, the hunger games, challengers :)

[s-4pphics]

let the rain sing. 1 (a.a.)

U KNOW BETTER SO U DID BETTER😛😛😛💯💯💯

hi lol 

wc;cw: 1.9k, dadsbestfriend!abby, lawstudent!oc, large age gap(oc is 25, abby is mid 40s), abby is bi<3, mentions of insomnia, brief mentions of alcohol and dubcon, descriptions of sex, descriptions of eating out no fatburger, some sex lol MDNI, hitting it from the bbb b b bback, some cervix brushing?? idk uhh i forgot what it’s called, some dirty talk, some angst😧 

THREE MONTHS LATER

“A-bby! Fuckfuckfuuuck—m’gonna cum again!” Your screams were muffled by Abby’s pillow.

You could hear the smirk in her voice as she fucked you harder, skin smacking against each other, “Yeah, baby? Give it t’me, make me proud, c’mon c’mon c’mon— “

Abby fucked into you deeper, your ass clapping against her hips. Your mouth dropped open in a silent shout, your body stiffening as you shoved your face into her pillow, breathing in her angelic scent. Your orgasm ripped through your entire body in slow, but harsh waves, your hips moving on autopilot to drag out the feeling for as long as you could. Your nails dug into the pillow under your head as you wailed her name out. 

You could barely hear Abby’s sweet voice talking you through it over your screams and the pounding in your ears, “Yeaaah, that’s a good girl. This what you need? Just wanna get put t’bed? Huh?” 

You nodded brainlessly, your walls still on squeezing her cock as she grinded you out as deep as she could reach. The head of her dick brushing against your cervix almost made you burst again. You hated how you could feel another building in your gut; you barely finished this one! 

You were going to sleep so well tonight. 

Fucking your dad’s friend was… not a part of your plan of finally getting shut eye. Not in the slightest!

Abby started turning up at your parents' home very often two months ago. Sometimes she would come with friends, sometimes alone, and you grew tired of people constantly showing up in your space without warning. Your patience reached its limit after a couple of weeks, and you’d finally planned to have a conversation with your parents about your struggles with sleeping and your distaste for constant company after your lecture that day, but you were swiftly thrown into other plans by your friends. 

They were able to convince you to finally get out of the house and go to dinner with them. They hadn’t stopped their pestering after your curt denials, begging you to spend time with them due to how much they missed you. When you reluctantly gave in to their pleads, they made sure to pick out a revealing dress for you to wear while they did your hair, claiming that sugar mommies and daddies were on the loose! 

You were tipsy from the wine and your feet hurt from the heels, but you were proud of yourself for finally getting out of the house and being… normal. 

But you weren’t prepared to walk up and see your garage door wide open, Abby and your father lifting heavy boxes from one shelf to the other. She was in a muscle-tee that showed her gigantic biceps and jeans that hugged her thighs and ass. She was sweating, and her hair was pulled up into a ponytail do you could see her flushed, dripping neck and what the fuck—

Hi, sweet pea! Why’re standin’ there like that?

Your father’s gentle voice had pulled you out of your daze, your body going from groggy to alert when she turned around to look at you. You saw a smile instantly grow on her face at the mention of you, but the second you made eye contact, her face went stoic. Almost dark. 

You slowly entered the garage, and your dad came over to plant a light kiss on your forehead, box in hand. 

Abby was just helping me reorganize before me’n mom head out! How was dinner?

Good, you’d replied instantly, your eyes still on Abby, and hers on you. How was your day? 

He rambled about his day as he fixed the boxes on the shelf, but you couldn’t hear anything he was saying as you and Abby stared at each other. Your body had already been hot from her getup, but you nearly burst into flames when she studied you from head to toe. She took her time as her eyes shamelessly roamed over your appearance; her eyes had been glued on your legs. 

You would’ve been taken aback at her ogling if you didn’t already have some inkling that she was attracted to you at the very minimum. She never failed to check up on you, gently talk you out of your anxiety from your classes, compliment you, touch you with such care, whether it be rubbing your back as you cried to her from stress or were pulled into her warm embrace. It made you starry-eyed overtime, and you came to expect it whenever you saw her. 

But you weren’t prepared for her to push you up against the garage door, lift your dress up and move your thong to the side, dropping to her knees and licking into you until you came hard on her tongue after your parents went on their scheduled date night. 

It all happened so quickly, and the sequence of events were still blurry; you were almost convinced that it wasn’t real, but it was, and it felt so good to be touched like that. You recall her walking towards you after your dad rushed upstairs to shower, asking how you were, how you felt, why you were so dolled up. She smelled like daisies, and you almost passed out. 

Next thing you know, you were pressed between her and the door with her tongue down your throat. 

The first orgasm she gave completely shattered you, so much so that she was forced to carry your lax body upstairs and tuck you in herself. She changed you and took your makeup off, and the second your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light. 

You’d woken up twelve hours later to birds chirping and sunshine, and you couldn’t believe it. 

Guilt hit you like a freight train the second your eyes opened, and you forced yourself to sob quietly into your pillow so your parents would hear. It made you cry harder when the remorse slowly got overshined by… craving. More of Abby, of sleep, anything to get you to fucking sleep. 

To say you developed an addiction to sex with Abby was an understatement. You texted her almost every night these past weeks after your intense lectures begging for her to make you cum, to fuck you back to sleep like she did the first time, and she always accepted. You were shocked that she hadn’t blocked your fucking number yet; she never failed to reply to your proposals with an Of course honey. She was always so sweet, and it made you feel gross.

Not only was her sex a blessing in disguise for your crippling insomnia, but it was good. It was so, so good. She knew just how to fuck you, and she left you completely brainless every time. 

You hated that you couldn’t stop, but you needed this. You needed her to fuck you: you became a mere vessel from your lack of rest, and she revived you. You haven’t slept this well since you were a toddler. 

“Okay, honey? Need some more?”

You could feel Abby’s soft hands rubbing up and down your spine as she gently whispered to you, bringing you back down from your pleasure. You could barely move, and you felt that feeling of exhaustion take over your body, weighing it down into her mussed sheets as your eyes grew heavy. 

You gently shook your head at her. You were satisfied and tired, and you needed to get home so you could sleep. You had to work on your thesis tomorrow; you were going to zoom through your editing, thanks to her. 

You barely heard Abby whispering okay to you, gently pulling out and moving the pillows out from under your hips. You could feel her gently rubbing your sides, massaging into the sweaty, plush skin, allowing you to stretch out your limbs. 

Your breathing was still heavy, and your legs were shaking, but you subtly moved away from her touch and sat up, your feet planted on the floor. You saw Abby stand to remove her strap from her hips out the corner of your eye, and a shiver went up your spine when you saw glistening wetness between her legs. You looked down, grabbing your clothes off the floor in a hurry. 

You both redressed in silence, the shuffling of 

“Do you need some help getting home?” You heard Abby offer kindly from in front of you. You straightened out your shirt, cringing at the awkwardness. This was the worst part about your agreement. 

“No.”

Your reply was drier than necessary as you grabbed your phone from the dresser. You heard her sigh. 

“Oh… Alright. I’ll walk you downstairs.” 

Your tone softened at her dejection, and you turned to look at her. “I’m good, Abby. Thank you, though.” 

She smiled, but you noticed the small grimace, “Okay, um… Let me know when you get home?” 

You nodded, walking towards her bedroom door, “Sure.” 

“Goodnight.” 

“Night.” 

And you left, gently shutting the door behind you. You made your way to the front door: you always made sure to avoid the array of pictures of her, her ex-husband, and her babygirl. 

You grabbed your purse and keys from the rack on the wall and vacated through the front door. You shut it and snagged the spare key from under her mat, locking it and wobbling back to your car. 

You could still feel her inside you with every step you took, and it almost made you turn around and climb back into her bed. 

Your home was dark and silent, indicating that your parents were asleep. 

You locked and shut the door behind you, throwing your purse on the couch and hanging up your keys. You pulled your phone out to let Abby know you made it back safely before shutting it off and walking upstairs. 

You grabbed your speaker from your bedroom before heading to the bathroom, turning on the shower until it was boiling, and smoke filled the room. You put on your ocean playlist and stripped, hopping into the shower, and letting the droplets burn your skin. 

You washed yourself, the scent of lavender and the sound of crashing waves surrounding you, relaxing you further as you dove deep in thought. 

Whenever you and Abby had sex, you felt terrible afterwards. For being selfish, for being avoidant, for being an awful, disloyal daughter. 

You made your boundaries very evident to Abby after you first fucked: no sex in your parents' home, you always contact her first, no interacting at your family’s gatherings. None of it. You two practically became strangers outside the bedroom, and she agreed without complaint, telling you that she needed this just as badly as you did. You never asked her why, but you could guess.

Your euphoria always resulted in you feeling embarrassed and full of regret, but whenever you saw her, you couldn’t stop the nasty swirl in your gut that lured you to take from her. To use her however you wished. 

And she allowed it every time you asked. Completely at your disposal whenever you needed her. It made you feel worse. But you couldn’t stop. 

You finished your shower with a gray heart, drying off and shutting your speaker down before padding into your room. 

You grabbed some panties and a t-shirt from your drawer, dressing before climbing into bed. You plugged your phone into the charger and dove face-down into your pillows. You could almost feel Abby’s hand on the back of your neck, holding you down and keeping you still for her as she cried your name out. 

Your eyes flew open at the loud ding that rang through your room. 

You sighed and unlocked it, reading the text from Abby and putting your phone on silent. 

Sleep well. :)

You did. 

hi again omg

dassit lol smut next chap u already know

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prologue. part two. part three. interlude. part four.

[kararomanoff]

Professor Romanoff's dirty slut

this was written by a minor, if that makes you uncomfortable then feel free to not read.

warning: pet names(dove, baby, detka (baby), honey ect.), maybe degradation, oral (r giving), mommy kink, age gap (legal)

Who know miss romanoff would be this way when your one minute late to class

i might make this a two parts but idk yet

It’s Tuesday morning and you had a Russian lecture with Miss Romanoff, she was a mysterious woman with her red shoulder length locks of hair and a body carved by the greatest gods hands, Miss Romanoff is the woman of your dreams but she’s your professor, although your unconscious mind didn’t care about that always trying to make it harder for you by giving you the most filthy wet dreams to ever be see and you just happened to have one last night.

you walk into the lecture hall just one minute late but Natasha still picked up on it and she was gonna use it.

the lecture was as normal, you spent the majority of the the lecture fantasising about your professor; about how her raspy voice would sound whispered in your ear for only you to hear, how her hands would feel as they wonder over your body and how her lips would touch against your neck while leaving marks of belonging. “miss y/l/n, please stay behind I would like to speak to you” miss romanoff says breaking you out of your thoughts “that is the end of the lecture, have a nice rest of the day. I will see you all again on Friday” you hadn’t even realised that you had blanked out for the whole lecture, wait did professor romanoff notice? Is that why you were to say behind? Shit

“come with me y/n” miss romanoff said standing up once every one left, you followed her down the busy hall ways until you where lead into a dark office that you assumed to be miss Romanoff’s.

She sits down at her desk “sit” she commands, you sit as fast as possible feeling the need to do whatever she says “good girl” fuck.

“you where late” she states sternly “I was?” You ask not in the know that you had been, all be it by one minute “yes, by one minute” “ohh thank god I thought I had be serious late” you breathe relieved

“YOU WHERE LATE!” She raises her voice “ ‘m sorry” “good…. Now did you pay attention to my lecture?” “I- yes- I did” you speak nervously “really because you seemed pretty distracted honey” it shocked you how she could change so suddenly from being pissed to soft and caring “I mean- yeah I was a bit but I promise it won’t happen again”

“Mhmm…..what districts you sweetheart?” Miss Romanoff's voice sounded raspier as she asked “I-I- I’m not sure” “I think you know dove, it’s okay you can tell me”

“y-you” your shaky voice came out quiet, your leg shakes and your hand fidget's with your rings ''yeah?'' miss romanoff ask with a sly look, pretending she hadn't already known that, as if she didn't touch herself to the thought of you far more than anyone would ever willingly admit ''what about me distracts you detka?'' miss romanoff ask as she unbuttons two buttons on her blouse and looks back up to see the hesitant look on your face ''tell me, im not judging you''

''your voice and your body and how mysterious you seem and how you'd-no-i'' you paused and she gives you a nod to continue ''how-how you'd...........touch...me'' miss romanoff smirks at you words

''i bet you lie in bed at night touching yourself at the thought of me'' your blushing cheeks was enough to tell her that you did ''come to mommy detka'' your professor spoke, you got up and stopped till you got the beautiful woman, she stood, starting to pull down her slacks and lacey black panties, when she was done she sat back down on her leather spinning chair ''your going to eat mommy out till she cums to show her how make you want her'' ''yes mommy'' ''good girl, now get to work and please your mommy like the good girl you are'' Natasha grabs your face and shove it to her heat ''eat'' and so you do you starts to kitty lick her clit, her moans encouraging you to continue ''don't be a fucking bitch don't tease me'' ''sorry mommy'' ''if you where really sorry you wouldn't be using your mouth to vocally apologise'' she was stern

you put your head back down pushing your tongue inside of her, she pulls your hair in response ''ughhhh....thats it slut'' Natasha starts to grind her hips against your face, her clit hitting against your nose ''such a dirty slut for mommy huh? ugh-mh-i... fucking whore im cumming- shit'' once she comes down from her high she pulls your face away ''you better leave, your definitely late for your next lecture'' you nod getting up and then wipe your face before you walk to the door.

as your about to open the door you hear miss romanoff ''see you soon'' she winks, god

[b1ackoutartist]

Mommy

Natasha x reader

TW: mommy kink, strap-on use, age gap (legal)

You ever hated yourself for not completely muting you phone in class? Because Y/N does in this moment. The buzzing of the phone was anything Hut quiet in the already quiet room, so Y/N sighed and tried her best not to look too noticeable when she pulled her phone out, knowing her professor hates to see these damn things while he his teaching, his words. She was actually paying attention until her phone buzzed again, distracting her. "You’re so cute, you know that right?" She looked at it and saw Natasha's name, and as if the older woman sensed her looking, her phone buzzed again. She tried to ignore it, but it wouldn't stop so she cracked and took the chance to see what Natasha was texting about. "But I’ve got to say… you look much cuter face down, ass up in front of me." "And gosh, you look positively adorable when your eyes roll back into your head as I feed inch after inch of my strap into your aching cunt."

The messages were far from innocent.

"You look so gorgeous, sweetheart, when you’re crying out, begging me to fuck you harder, to use you like the slut you know you are."

A buzz again.

"And you’re so, so cute when you’re cumming for me over, and over, and over again."

Y/N cheeks began to heat up, and her heart started to race as she read each sentence written by Natasha. To say she was just about right Y/N's type would be an understanding. Natasha was Russian, red hair, green eyes, older, confident, intelligent and overall beautiful. A plus to Y/N was that she got to see her in a suit almost everyday, with Natasha being the CEO of her own company. Even this little detail about her, made the younger girl be even more drawn to her.

Y/N felt her face flush and her heart pound in her throat. She realized the heat between her legs, already getting increasingly wet. She quickly shook her head and tried to concentrate on her studies, even though it was no use. Having to do something to stop this, she sent back a message asking Natasha to stop. But of course, the Russian woman just acted coy and said "But I didn't do anything detka :)"

Y/N knew better than to continue with this conversation, so she stuffed her phone back into her pocket, and tried her best to focus on the lecture for the remainder of the class. She knew her thoughts wouldn't be fully focused on her studies, but at least she could manage playing along until her class ended.

The rest of the day had been exhausting, but she surrived and thanks to Natasha's busy day, without anymore texts from the older woman. Exiting the last class of the day, she immediately started heading for the exit, wanting to get out of the building and begin her journey home. As she opened the door, she expected to see her girlfriend to be in her office working, but instead, she found Natasha, sitting on the couch, watching some TV show.

Natasha looked up at her and smiled. "Hey младенец, how was your day?".

Y/N ignored her as she made her way to the couch. Hopping up onto it, she straddled Natasha's lap and looked into her eyes pleadingly. Y/N took her hands and placed them on her side, silently begging her to touch her. She let out a soft moan as Natasha's hands finally did move, her fingers trailing over Y/N's skin slowly making their way down her waist, and under her skirt. Y/N inhaled sharply and ground her hips against Natasha's thigh.

"Mommy," Y/N said softly as she closed her eyes, the sensation of Natasha's touch coursing through her body.

With a light chuckle Natasha replies "Yes baby?" Natasha moved her head around Y/N's neck, planting soft kisses in the areas around her ear. Y/N moaned softly as Natasha took her time, savoring the taste of the other woman's skin against her lips, sucking on it to leave marks.

Y/N pressed herself harder against Natasha, trying to intensify their embrace. Her hips moved rhythmically against Natasha's thigh as she sought out more pleasure, unable to resist the temptation to move her hips faster. She felt Natasha smile against her and heard her respond with a quiet chuckle.

"Do you want more baby. Want mommy to fuck you?" Natasha whispered, her breath hot against Y/N's skin.

Y/N could hardly form a response, but she managed to gasp out "Yes! Please mommy, fuck me" as her hips continued their persistent movements against Natasha.

Natasha's fingers trailed across Y/N's body, eliciting more low moans from her lips. Y/N's hips moved more frantically, and she began to beg Natasha for more.

"Please, please," She whimpered, her eyes closed as she could feel herself teetering on the edge of pleasure.

Suddenly, Natasha paused and forced the younger girl to stop. Groaning and annoyed at the loss of pleasure, Y/N opened her eyes and looked at the other woman, her mouth open in a silent question.

Natasha smiled and slowly opened her pants, revealing a thick strap. Bigger than the ones she was used to. Y/N wanted to protest and tell her that it was too big, but Natasha's eyes silenced her.

"You'll make it fit, шлюха" She said coldly, her voice full of authority.

Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat and lowered herself onto the strap, closing her eyes as the sensation was too intense for her. She gasped and tears streamed down her face, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain from the size.

Natasha didn't move away, but instead grabbed Y/N's chin and forced her to look at her.

"You want more, don't you? Tell me you want more Малышка" she said. Her voice was full of dominance, and it sent a shiver down Y/N's spine.

Y/N nodded, unable to respond.

Natasha leaned in and began to choke her, pushing her hips up to meet Y/N's rhythm as she begged for more and more.

"deep breath, baby. that’s it - keep your eyes on me. you can do it."

Y/N's hips moved of their own accord as Natasha moved her hands around Y/N's body, eliciting more moans from Y/N.

"fuck look at how you open up for me. you said it wouldn’t fit but my cock is sliding in so easy. looks like you were meant to take this cock. that’s right, Принцесса"

Making Y/N move her hips faster as Natasha moves one hand to her clit, rubbing it while watching her girlfriend fuck herself on her strap.

"feel me deep inside you, stretching you out so beautifully. keep breathing for me. good girl "

Finally, when Y/N was on the edge of climax, Natasha's grip suddenly released and she pulled away. Y/N groaned and opened her eyes, looking at Natasha with half-lidded eyes.

Natasha silently smiled and gave Y/N a last, lingering kiss.

"Go ahead, baby " she said. "Be a good girl and cum for mommy."

Y/N complied and, with a loud moan, gave into the pleasure and pleasure and let it wash over her with full force.

After coming down from her height, Y/N slumped against Natasha, laying her head against her girlfriends shoulder.

Natasha leaned over and kissed Y/N's forehead, brushing a few strands of hair out of her eyes.

"Such a good girl for mommy" she said softly.

Y/N smiled sleepily and closed her eyes.  

[wandas-luvr]

okay i'm a bit drunk which automatically means horny so here's me sharing mostly incoherent thoughts i have (also this gif is so hot i'm in love w her bye)

first of all...mean!wanda and clit spanking i- 🫨🫨

it's def her favorite way to reprimand you when you get too greedy and try to push your hips up into her touch

and she's all like "baby." in the voice (yk the voice) "you know mommy doesn't like greedy girls who aren't grateful for everything their mommies do for them. don't make me have to remind you how to behave for me, sweet girl. i promise, you won't like it nearly as much as i will."

she's so sick and twisted and i love her

oh and also stoner!wanda with a lowkey exhibitionism kink (especially if it involves edging or overstim just because she loves how much harder it gets for you to stay quiet because your so desperate and your brain is all melty and and and)

like she'll probably be controlling your vibe from her phone in the middle of a really important lecture about your hardest midterm

and when you let out the cutest little squeak when she flicks it up to the highest setting out of nowhere she'll just grab your thigh hard and whisper than you better stay quiet and you better really think about whether it's worth it to cum

and then she'll get home and ask you to study with her and totally make fun of you when you say you don't remember anything from the lecture

she'd be all like "oh, dorogaya, were you not paying attention in class? i thought i asked you to focus? poor thing can only think with her pussy." and she'll like fake pout at you i'm SCREAMING

or or or soft!mommy!wanda having a surprising obsession w hitting it from the back

like i'm telling you she will bend you over and whip it out anywhere over NOTHING IN PARTICULAR OTHER THAN YOU LOOKED CUTE

and the dirty talk too is insane

like she's grabbing your hair with one hand and your hip with the other while she just is like absolutely destroying you over the kitchen counter and is like

"oh, baby, does that feel good? yeah, mommy knows exactly what her pretty girl needs. oh! sweet thing, you've got a little drool right here, could you be a good girl and clean up your mess for mommy?"

and the moment you lean forward to grab a paper towel to wipe it up she's leaning over you and fucking you twice as hard as before, leaving soft kisses against your neck and laughing when you can't focus

[onmymasa22]

Anyone else about to leave to go food shopping, and take off ur scarf... cuz the idea of being overwhelmed by rami levy, plus having fabric around my neck is just too much

So much adulting today- made a food shopping list according to the store layout to get the minimum amount of overwhelmed

On one hand, i wish there was a rule that babies are not allowed on buses trains and planes. On the other hand, i get that mommys need to go places just like i do. So on the thurd hand what i wish, was for buses trains and planes to have these magic powers that babies don't cry, theyre just peaceful and happy on planes trains and bises. That way, everyones happy

If i was a parent my rules would be no tattoos and no face piercings. Do up the ears, shave half ur head, colors, i dont care.

When i was in highschool i would babysit at least once a week for a family with six kids. I remember like being decently loose. Like they liked seeing me and i understood that theyd go to sleep when they got tired but i cant make them do anything. So id just go up and whoever

Thats so interesting. Dont tell a child theyre smart, praise them for hard work. Cuz in lie wjen they come to something hard theyll think u lied to them versus if u praise them for hard wirk theyll work harder. See, i was never praised for being smart because academically i wasnt smart in the way school tested me. My parents only cared about me working hard. So it instilled in me the idea of working hard. That i learned to just wirk harder to accommodate what was hard for me.

On the other side, the compliment id get as a kid was that i was pretty. So all of a sudden as a teen, when my teeth were too big for my face and i didnt know what to do with my hair, and later acne, i hated the way i looked abd it was really hard for me, i took it really personally.

Im sorry i didnt show up to a speech that couldve been an email. My body decided not to listen to the advil i took. And it has decided to explode blood today. Id appreciate it if, as a female, ud act like you understand. But alas, for some reason unbenounced to me,

Can someone explain to me how as females, u have this whole schedule and all these things u want to do, and then suddenly ur body decides- no we're gonna exist on advil and tea and u can just cancel anything non essential cuz lord knows ur not doing anything u dont absolutely need to. And then the female heads of ur department ask you why you didnt go to a lecture and they should understand and my answer to them is just, the advil didnt work, talk to my bidy.

I am a female. That means theres gonna be around three days of the month im living off of advil and tea, and only doing what's absolutely necessary. Im not a boy. I shouldnt be expected to be fine every day of the month, im not. Im human. But running the show here is that on top of the whole human thing of mental health not always being perfect, not every day is a good day

On top of all the human stuff is the fact that im female and i have hormones and im emotional like a girl, and i have blood gushing out of my vagina like a girl, my sheets sometimes get stained like a girl and

I kind of was fucked out of a lot of friends lives.

Ive always been a black or white person. Im very nice but not always nice. And im not nice to everyone. Ive always been the fuck u friend in the group wjen someone gets out of line. I'm the friend everyone needs to calm down. Im the friend who will always be down to egg someones house, car, face. I'm the friend that tells the guy "u break her heart, ill break ur face". I dont believe every text deserves a response. I don't think when ppl call me it means i need to answer. I will block people. I will cut people and not feel bad at all. I wont say sorry if im not. I can be brutally honest sometimes. I dont argue with people. Especially those who are more ugly than me inside and out. I have lost friends from being honest. And im ok with that. Because i was never mean, but they dont deserve me. And thats ok. And ive worked on myself. Snd i keep working on myself. It used to be hard for me. And it comes in waves. But i have enough great people in my life that i dont need people who dont appreciate having me around. I would rather be

I have a theory of why food is such a deficult thing with adhd. So much energy goes into showing daily, making sure i keep up woth laundry, paying all the bills that need to be paid, listening to ppl. Oh my gosh. Listening to people takes up so much energy i discovered which connects to

Auditory processing disorder affects

[wandaslullaby]

hello sweetheart how is your day going? i hope everything goes well with you ❤️

I have a request, if you will allow me

The reader is a quiet student who has a crush on his teacher, Wanda, who is pregnant. After a while (after her birth, )rumors spread about her separation from vision So one day Wanda comes in in a bad mood, and another day, and the reader (who has a big crush on her) out of politeness, love, and some kind of opportunity , After all the students leave, the reader stays and Wanda says: If you have a question, you can ask tomorrow without looking to r so The reader offers to help Luanda as he approaches her little by little Wanda marvels at his words as he kneels in front of her and points to her breasts and has milk spots “ In short, the reader suckles from Wanda's breasts after the lecture“

thank you sm

tea cup ride || wanda maximoff 

I kind of changed it a little, hope you don't mind :)

18+ PLUS MINOR DNF otherwise blocked.

s/n: lactation kink, mommy wanda

Wanda hated postpartum, and to top it all off she was going through a nasty divorce with Vision. It had been spread around the school since Wanda was a popular teacher so she was somewhat moved at the love she got from her students, expect one.

You.

Wanda didn't think much of you, she barely noticed you as you stumbled your way through students, apologising until you were safely seated.

Class went smoothly but Wanda started to get impatient and decided to end the class early. The students cleared the hall and Wanda sighed, sitting in her chair. Not realising you were still there, Wanda started to doze off. As much as you hated being the centre of attention, the odds weren't in your favour as you tripped landing straight onto Wanda's desk.

"I-I'm so sorry, Ms Maximoff." You babbled, eyes fixated on Wanda's breasts.

"Up here." Wanda muttered.

"Sorry... You just, um..."

"Spit it out, for fuck sake."

"Your breasts are leaking, Ms. I think you might need to pump."

Wanda looked down, letting out a grunt. "I forgot them. Of course I did."

You weren't exactly sure how to invert yourself in this conversation so you decided to make your way out. Until suddenly, you saw the door slam shut.

"Where do you think you are going?" Wanda teethed, eyes glowing red.

You turned around, "To my next class.."

Wanda shook her head, "And leave me looking like this?"

"I-I'm not sure what you want me to do, Ms Maximoff."

Wanda was now focused on your lips. They were plumped and pink and from that judgement, she had an idea. "Come over here."

You did as you were told not having a single clue of what Wanda had in mind.

"Sit on my lap." Wanda said, but you looked at her confused.

"Did I stutter? Sit."

You wasn't sure wether this was a prank or a horrible dream. So, you awkwardly sat on Wanda's lap. "Is this okay?"

Wanda sighed, shifting you into a fetus position. You weren't quite sure what was happening but for the sake of Wanda, you just stayed quiet.

"Aren't you a dream." Wanda whispered, as she drew her finger down the bridge of your nose stopping when she reached your lips. "So plumped. Who's cock you been sucking, bunny?"

You blinked, marvelled by the question "I haven't done that before."

"Virgin?" Wanda asked.

You nodded, eyes focused on your fingers.

"So no one has got to play with you?" Wanda smirked, as ideas started to formulate in her mind.

"What do you need from me, Ms?" You impatiently asked, wanting to get out of this weird conversation.

Wanda laughed, she found it adorable that you automatically changed the question. "Since you rudely pointed out that my breasts were leaking, embarrassing me. Don't you think that the least you can do is clean it up."

You eyes widened at the request. "I don't think that appropriate... I should get going."

Wanda shifted in her seat, and placed her hand on your face squishing it tight. "Then you shouldn't of embarrassed me, bunny."

"I-I didn't. No one was in the room." You tried to say but Wanda gripped your face harder.

"Are you talking back to me?" Wanda spat, and used her other hand to pull your hair.

Tears formed in your eyes as Wanda turned you over so you were facing her chest. You knew that you weren't going to get out of this unless you did what Wanda wanted. You didn't say anything and Wanda let your hair go as she removed her shirt.

Wanda wasn't wearing a bra, so her tits were right in your face. You could see the milk leaking out and you wasn't sure where to begin. You took a deep breath but before you could exhale, Wanda took matters in her own hands forcing you to latch onto her breasts.

"I want you to suck on both quietly whilst I'll mark this papers. I don't want to see a single drop leave your mouth." Wanda warned, giving your bum a little slap. "Get to work, bunny."

You weren't exactly sure what approach to take, so you began to suck on her tip softly knowing that she was probably sensitive. You worked your tongue around the nip, sucking more than you was a minute ago.

"For someone who hasn't sucked anything before, you sure know how." Wanda praised which made your cheek flare a little.

Minutes past and you happened to get into a pattern that Wanda seemed to enjoy so you carried on sucking but you were harder as you started to feel a buzz every time you swallowed.

"Relax, bunny. We don't want you to choke on Mommy's tits do we?" Wanda cooed, as she began to run her fingers down your back. "Slowly, baby."

You listened to her command and slow down the pace. You were already full but Wanda wasn't empty. You started to feel a little restless after Wanda noticed that you haven't even began to start on her other tit.

"Is my baby getting tired?" Wanda whispered, leaving a gently kiss on your cheek. "You better not fall asleep whilst the other is full, bunny.."

You let your mouth pop as Wanda pulled you away from her breast. "Look at you, you are so full of Mommy's milk. You reckon you can fit some more in?"

You weren't exactly formulated words due to the praising Wanda was giving you.

"You don't want Mommy to be left leaking do you? Especially after embarrassing her?"

You shook your head, opting Wanda to position you again.

"Such a dumb little baby. You need Mommy to help you?"

You mumbled a yes and Wanda chuckled at how your attitude changed. "Is that why you were cranky before, baby? You didn't have any milk? You should have told me, bunny."

Wanda lightly put your lips to her other breasts and you immediately latched on, wrapping your fingers around her hand as she carefully moved her fingers up and down your stomach.

"Always tell Mommy what you need, okay? I'm going to look after you since no one has bothered to claim you." Wanda whispered as you sucked on her nip.

A few moments passed and Wanda noticed that you were relatively silent and could hear soft snores coming from your mouth. She chuckled as she noticed that you fell into a slumber. Wanda looked down at your belly, noticing it become a little larger than it was before.

"Sweet dreams, bunny." Wanda cooed, and gently placed a small kiss to your stomach. "So beautiful."

[ververa]

‘Better Love’

‘Sucker for her’ --> ‘Dare’

Xandra x fem!reader

Words: 2.620

“Cause there's no better love That beckons above me, there's no better love That ever has loved me, there's no better love So darling, feel better love 'Cause there's no better love That's laid beside me, there's no better love That justifies me, there's no better love So darling, darling, feel better love Feel better love”  - Better Love, Hozier 

Xandra was sitting in the first row – right in front of a group of young boys. They were all watching a football game or more precisely the cheerleaders' performance. There were about 15 girls in short, pretty revealing costumes, but the woman was looking only at you.

It seemed that she wasn't the only one interested in you, as the boys behind were making comments about you during the whole performance.

"Look at her. Those legs... Man!" one of them said

"I bet that's not the last time her legs would spread like this" another laughed "Our team captain will definitely take advantage of this"

"Oh, right. That's probably one of the reasons for the party to be at his house"

Xandra's knuckles turned white, as she was clenching her fists. Her manicured nails digging into her thenar leaving red marks, but she was too furious to care.

They weren't allowed to look at you in such a way. They weren't allowed to talk like that. And most importantly none of them was allowed to touch you. You were hers and only hers. And if you were going to spread your legs it was only for Xandra and no one else.

She managed not to snap at them – thanks to you, who distracted her attention. You waved to her as soon as the performance ended. Xandra waved back – at which you smiled. The older woman had never admitted it, but that smile... Seeing it she was ready to do literally everything.

The last few months were absolutely amazing. Xandra was amazing. She might be short with others, selfish for most of the time, but never with you. You became her precious little girl, who needed to be taken care of. And she was the one willing to do it. She wanted to take care of you, for exchange expecting you to be her obedient little baby.

Since your sister had left a lot changed. People began to notice you and see that you're actually better than your sibling. It was your time to shine and you did. It wouldn't happen without Xandra. She was the one who worked on improving your self confidence. She was the one who made you believe you're worth far more than you thought. And as she had promised she shown you a completely different world. Xandra kind of introduced you to another way of living. And you liked that a lot.

You had a bad day at school? Xandra was there to make everything better. Taking you shopping or watching films together always made you feel better. She missed you too much when you're at school? She was right there picking you up earlier. You didn't want to go to your lectures, but wanted to avoid troubles? Xandra was there calling your teachers to excuse you. You got into troubles (which happened rarely) she was ready to go to your college and talk to the headmaster. And sex... Sex with Xandra was always intense. She could be rough at times, but even then afterwards she always made sure you're okay. You loved every minute that you spent with her. For you it wasn't just a crush any more. You're head over heels in love with her.

You were more than confused when you entered the locker room and were suddenly pinned to the wall. A mix of whine and whimper left your mouth. You swallowed hard, but sighed with relief as your eyes met Xandra's brown ones. "Xandra? What the fuck?" you tried to squirm and pull away from the woman's hold "Watch your language, baby girl" she warned "Or Mommy will have to punish you" "Stop. Someone can see us..." you tried to sound confident, but you wanted nothing more than to kiss her "Do you really care about it?" Xandra used her feet to part your legs and slipped her thigh between them You bit your lower lip holding back whatever sound you're about to make. "Thought so" the older woman chuckled "Change your suit. Mommy is going to wait in the car" she quickly pecked your lips and pulled away You gasped at the sudden lose of a pleasant friction between your legs, which Xandra noticed immediately and smirked. The felling of satisfaction - at the fact that she was the one to make you drenched – filled her body. "You'll get that at home" she winked at you "Don't take too long" As soon as you got into the car Xandra's hands were on you again. "Xandra! What are you doing? Are you out of your mind? We're in public..." "The car has darkened windows" she smirked "But okay. I'll wait until we get home" It wasn't normal for the older woman to act like that in such places - where you could be seen by somebody. You could say that something was going on, but didn't ask. You wanted her to start the conversation for once. Instead you're looking at her hand that was resting on the gearbox. That soft skin and manicured nails... You wanted nothing more, but to take her hand and intertwine your fingers together. But it wasn't such kind of relationship, where two people could hold each other's hands just like that. It was only a desire thing. It was only sex. That was the only connection you could, but shouldn't, have. You did realise what you were doing was bad, but still it felt so good that you couldn't, did not want to stop. "I love when you wear those knee socks" Xandra whispered into your ear as soon as she pinned you to the door that she had just closed You knew it very well, but weren't going to admit you always wore them, deliberately, for her. "Tell me, doll, do you want Mommy to fuck you?" she asked sliding her thumb across your lower lip "Y-yes" "Hmmm?" she arched her eyebrow "Yes, Mommy" you corrected yourself quickly "Good girl" she pecked your lips "You know I really like that cheerleader thing. I mean your performances or trainings. I like watching you, but I hate when someone else does it" "W-what do you mean?" you asked confused "Those boys..." That's when you understood. Xandra was jealous. She was not only jealous, but furious. "What boys?" you asked "Your schoolmates. I swear I wanted to bite their heads off the moment their started commenting on how good you look" "Wait. What? They think I look good?" "Don't play with me. You're mine, Y/N. And if you're to spread your beautiful legs it's only for me and nobody else. Don't ever forget that" "I won't, Mommy" you kissed her "You look cute when you're jealous" you smiled against her lips "But you don't need to be. I'm all yours" "Good. You'll get your reward as soon as your father goes to sleep" she kissed you once again "For now go, take a shower" It was a long evening. You had a dinner together, but you couldn't stop thinking what Xandra's going to do to you after that. You're sitting across each other and it was hard not to notice how lustfully she was starring at you. The feeling of her eyes on you only made you wet. And that damn sly smile, she had on her face every time your eyes meet, made you melt inside. The evening seemed to be perfect, until your father began his speech. "Xandra, darling, it's been some time. A lot has happened..." You stopped any kind of motion. You froze with a fork in your hand, while Xandra slowly placed her glass of wine on the table. "Maybe it's too soon. Maybe it's not the right moment, but I just need... Will you marry me?" You dropped the fork at the question causing them both to look at you. A sign of worry painting on Xandra's face, as she saw yours almost completely white. The happiness that had been filling your body a few minutes earlier disappeared in a mere second. It felt as if something inside you faded. "We've talked about it already, haven't we?" Xandra's voice was cold "But you still didn't say yes" The woman looked at you and if you hadn't lowered your gaze you would see how much love there was in her eyes. But you didn't. You're staring blankly at almost empty plate in front of you. What now? You asked yourself

You left the dining room not being able to stay calm. You locked yourself in your room and started to pace the floor. You're too nervous, too anxious to sit down. "Y/N?" Xandra entered without knocking "Are you okay?" You shook your head no. You weren't okay. You're far from that. You couldn't focus on anything, but that one question your father had popped out with. "Baby, sit down. Look at me. Y/N, talk to me" she wanted to hug you, but you pushed her away "You need to choose" you said surprising not only Xandra, but also yourself "What?" "You need to decide who you want... You need to choose either him or me" "Y/N... That's not fair" "Not fair? You know what isn't fair?! Not fair is what you have done to me!" "What have I done to you?" "You... You uhh!" For that whole time you were always obedient. You did whatever she may want you to and you're happy to do it. But at that moment it's too much. All your pent up feelings were too much to handle and you couldn't hold it back any more. "You're just like the rest. You don't care about me. You only take advantages of me, but when a new opportunity appears you don't need me any more" Xandra looked at you. Her face was still, unreadable and it was even worse, because she remained silent. "I fell in love with you! I want you and nothing more. I want to spend time with you. Sleep in one bed with you or hug you whenever I want to. Or just hold your hand. But you chose him... For fuck's sake you're going to be my stepmother now..." you sat down on the floor "And most importantly you'll never be able to give me the kind of love that I want. I mean... I understand. I'm nothing special. But please, just don't make it harder..." the tears began to escape your eyes "Are you done?" she asked dryly You looked at her and nodded wiping your cheek. "Don't you ever say you're nothing special! You are. You have no idea how amazing you are. And I chose nobody. I didn't say yes. I didn't agree to be his wife. I don't want to be his wife..." "Let's leave!" you cut her off "What?" "Let's leave together" you stood up "We can move in together. My brother will help me to find a job. We can..." you're speaking excitedly "Y/N, hold your horses!" she interrupted you "We're not leaving. You're not leaving. You have your college. You need to graduate..." "Fuck it. I don't..." "No! I said no. And I mean it Y/N. You're not going to quit school, because of your father's airs. You're not competing with him. It's not a competition. You're not competing with anyone..." she came closer to you "Look, I don't think I'm the right person to settle down with, okay? I don't say I don't want you. I'm only saying that you can't just like that give up on your plans, on your future. I'm really not worth it" she cupped your cheeks "Don't cry. There's no need to cry, baby girl. Just give yourself time to figure everything out. You'll find a better love" Figure everything out... With that she was more referring to herself rather than you, because you already knew what you wanted. Your father left the next day, as he had to go back to work. And you're both alone in the house again. Though it was all too awkward. It felt as if she distanced herself from you. You knew it was all because of your confession and wished you could have stopped yourself before all that came out of your mouth. It felt weird to be around her, but you went to check on her anyway. There she was sitting in an armchair at the balcony. She had a cigarette in her hand, but instead of smoking she was only sitting and looking at the black sky.

"You okay?" you asked stopping at the door

Xandra looked at you. Her eyes were full of something that you had never seen before.

"Come here" she said stubbing out her cigarette

You moved slowly. Her eyes not leaving yours even for a second.

"I want you to ride my thigh" she said

"W-what?" you asked surprised

"Come on. Ride me" she said rolling up the thin material of her robe

"What?" you asked again as your eyes widened

"You heard me"

"B-but here?"

"Yes here. Don't make me repeat myself" she said impatiently "Take off your panties and sit on my thigh"

"B-but..."

"Are you questioning my order?"

"I... No. No... It's just we're at the balcony"

"So what?"

"What if someone will see us?"

"You wanted to leave with me and now you're afraid that someone can see us?" she arched her eyebrow "They're already asleep, honey. Besides there's no fun without the risk" she smirked

“Right. Yeah… Okay”

"Now, go on"

So you took off your panties and sat on her thigh as she asked.

"Now baby girl you need to be quite, unless you want everyone to know what a slut you are"

You nodded obediently

"Use your words. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mommy"

"Good girl" she kissed you deeply placing her hands on your hips

She wasn't going to let you be in control. How could she? She loved having you on her mercy. She loved being able to make you feel good. And last but not least she pride herself on being the one who could do that for you.

"Just like that, baby" she praised guiding your moves "You're doing great" she continue moving her hands to remove your T-shirt

You didn't protest and soon the material was thrown on a nearby chair. Chill air hit your naked body, making your nipples erect. And before you knew Xandra's lips were on them. You couldn't help, but moaned at the feeling.

"You like that, don't you?" she said proudly "And who's able to make you feel so good?"

"Y-you" you answered placing your hands on her shoulders, as you needed something to support on Xandra remained silent. She was only watching you in awe as you're coming down from your high. You cum harder than ever before and when your body sloped into her arms she smiled proudly. "Good girl" she kissed your temple

Xandra let you lean against her completely waiting for you to even your breath. She embraced you and partially covered your naked body with the robe she had on.

"Y/N..." she began after a while

"Hmm?" you hummed in response

"You are the one, who got all my love" she said

You pulled away to look at her and she kissed you before lifting you up and carrying you inside. No words needed to be said when she laid you on the bed that she was supposed to share with your father. It was only you and her. And when she kept on kissing you nothing else matter. You didn't know what the future held for you two. You had no plan, but you knew for sure that you would never know a better love.

@cordwliagoode

@lummaland

@sarahpaulsonisgod

@misssmephisto

[jaunes-erotic-world]

(XXX Faunus 4 girls) in heat dog faunus Jaune breeds his four mates Team ASHE

Ebony Sakura and Indigo were heading back to their dorm after a long stressful day of classes. "Ugh that lecture was the worst Kairi is so lucky she didn't have to go," Sakura said.

"This one agrees it's unfair that team leaders don't have to attend the class," Indigo replied

As the three approached their dorm room they heard banging and Kairi's voice in muffled screams, "Stop.....no......can't......bastard,"

The three got their weapons ready before swinging the door open forcefully, the sight they were met with was nowhere near what they were worried about Kairi wasn't struggling in pain rather she was losing herself in pleasure.

"Don't stop Jaune give it to me fuck me harder," she yelled as she came.

Sakura covered her mouth in shock at how wild Jaune was being and how much cum filled Kairi, Jaune would normally switch holes, stop cumming inside to avoid knocking them up but no "Ebby something is up with Ja.."

Ebony's nipples and cock were hard and leaking in arousal. "Jaune's in heat.." Ebony said

"A strong one..." Indigo was no better her tail was stand up like crazy and she was drooling. "he probably won't stop all four of us are pregnant."

It was clear to Sakura that the two faunus didn't seem bothered by the current situation neither was Kairi and honestly....so was she, "We are graduating soon"

Kairi cried out as Jaune came again before passing out. Jaune was drooling and looking at his other three mates his cock hard and swollen. Ebony walked and kissed him deeply, "Master I had always been afraid of getting pregnant but because of you finding the cure for me I don't have to be...in fact I've been looking forward to having your kittens."

Ebony got down on her back and lifted her legs up making sure he had an unobscured view of her pussy. He shoved it in hard causing Ebony to cry out in pleasure milk leaking out and precum dribbled out of her cock like a waterfall. Sakura and Indigo couldn't take being left out anymore and Indigo latched her mouth onto Ebony's nipple and Sakura started sucking the futas dick.

Slaps of flesh, sucks, slurps and nyahs as Jaune fucked and bred Ebony. The tall kitten was in paradise as her partner breast fed from her, her girlfriend milked her cock and her boyfriend knocked her up, her dust infused body so sensitive she could practically feel Jaune's sperm enter her egg the sensation causing her to erupt filling Sakura's mouth with minty cum and Indigo's with cinnamon milk.

Sakura watched as Jaune's swollen cum covered cock pulled slowly out of Ebony's freshly pounded pussy. It looked so appetizing she wanted to suck in and feel it's lava hot spunk all over her face. But before she could even reach her tongue out to taste it, Indigo's water tentacles had wrapped themselves around her ankles and wrists while her face was grabbed and shoved between Ebony's breasts.

"Silly Saki, right now Master's cum is womb only," Ebony said barely conscious.

"This one's knight can't give you his children to bare it he cums on you face," Indigo added before spreading Sakura's legs and presenting her to Jaune.

Sakura covered her face, but peeked through her fingers as she watched Jaune prepare to breed her. The blond entered her tight hole sending and electric shock through her body. The human girl panted even more the Kairi and Ebony combined as he fucked her wildly without a care in the world. She felt like she should be wearing her mask and wig with the sensation that coursed through her body. Sakura was always one to keep control of her mental state but the breeding sex was something she couldn't fight. Cum shot after cum shot filled Sakura until her egg was fertilized.

Indigo let Sakura down a laid her beside Ebony. "Saki I think I'm pregnant," the tall kitten faunus said

"I think I am too," Sakura panted

The girls reached out and interlaced their fingers "We are gonna be Mommies" the two kissed chastely before passing out.

Indigo was panting heavily the heavy scent of sex filled her nostrils causing her to rub her legs together. Ever since she had started dating Jaune the Fox faunus had slowly changed, she had begun to embrace her feminine side. Her entire life she focused solely on being a ranger and the life that came with it, but now she was buying and wearing dresses and high heels, doing her makeup and hair and here she was about to do the most feminine thing of all something only girls could do, get pregnant and she couldn't wait.

"This one is ready don't worry about being gentle breed her as roughly as you want," she said stripping off her clothes and presenting her bubble butt to him spreading her pussy lips.

Jaune got behind her and rammed his whole cock inside the short stack. The massive shaft made a huge bulge in the girl's stomach her jelly like booty clapped and jiggled ad he fucked her wildly. Even more than the other girls Indigo's body was milking Jaune for his sperm, Indigo had been forced into her own heat so both of their minds and bodies only cared about breeding.

The two came over and over and unlike the other three he didn't stop when Indigo's egg was fertilized no they kept going, they went for hours until the dog faunus' ball were completely drained.

Nine months later Kairi bore a healthy baby boy, Sakura had a girl, Ebony had Twins and poor Indigo had her tiny body run ragged with her Quintuplets

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This is an old one I finished lately

[trashforhockeyguys]

Need The Sun-7- Tyler Seguin

A/N: Hate me, love me, do what you gotta do. But this and the next part are probably going to mess some of you up. So, have fun with that. 

Let It Go- James Bay

The knock on your door three days later had you scrambling to get the rest of your bags together. Ella raced to the door and threw it open, knowing her dad was on the other side. You cursed and quickly ducked into your bedroom, not exactly feeling presentable.

 You hadn’t finished your makeup or your hair, which was tied into a knot on the top of your head. For some reason, you thought you’d have enough time to do it all before he showed up. Yet now you were scrambling to find, at least, your mascara and a hairbrush.

 This was just Tyler, you head seemed to scream, just Ty. Your Ty. The man that had seen you at your worst, and basically carried you through it. Yet, at the same time, this wasn’t your Ty. He was different now, just as you were different. He was still familiar, you could still see glimpses of the man you’d fallen in love with, yet he sometimes felt like a stranger too.

 “Where’s mommy?” He asked Ella.

 “Her bedroom, I think she’s hiding.”

 He hummed, you could hear his footsteps, but he wasn’t walking towards your open door. You couldn’t tell where he was going, but he seemed to stop somewhere in the living room. You could hear the rustle of paper, it dawned on you that he was looking at Ella’s latest drawings.

 “What’s this one Ella May?”

 “That’s you, and me, and the puppies!”

 “Who’s holding our hands though?”

 “Oh! That’s mommy, she went on the walk with us,” Her voice was so light and cheery, just like it always was, “I miss when she’d come with us.”

 “I miss it too baby,” he admitted, “One of these days we’ll convince her to come with us again.”

 You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt a tear hit your hand. You quickly wiped under your eyes and fixed the little bit of mascara that ran. You shook your head and rolled your shoulders, trying to get a grip on yourself before you walked out there.

 Maybe you could finally fix everything. Maybe this would be the weekend that would start to put your family back together. Or, maybe, this would ruin whatever you had left. But you knew now that you had to take that chance. You were the one who made this choice to end it in the first place, all on your own, but now he was asking you to try and fix it. So that’s what you’d try to do, you would try to fix it. But this time, you’d do it together.

 You scooped up your overnight bag and gathered all of the courage you had left. You weren’t sure how you were going to do any of this. Spend the weekend with just him. Talk to him. Explain it all to him when you couldn’t even make sense of it yourself. But you owed him this. You owed it to yourself. To the people you’d once been. To the kids, because you’d been kids in so many ways, that fell in love all of those years ago.

 Part of you wondered if both of you would’ve done things differently had you know how things would end. Would you have even tried? Would you have fought harder to stay together? None of it mattered now, because you were here and now you had to find a way out of it.

 “Sorry to keep you waiting,” You apologized, “I realized I forgot something.”

 He pushed himself off from the floor, where he’d been sitting with Ella, his smile dropping a bit, “Are you okay?”

 “Yeah, I’m fine, just- I’m fine.”

 “Okay, well,” He turned to Ella, “Ready to go to Uncle Jamie’s?”

 She shot up and grabbed her bear from the couch, “YES!”

 “Wait, Ella, didn’t you draw something for Uncle Jamie?” You asked her.

 She snatched the paper from the ground and waved it in front of her, “Got it!”

 He laughed and picked her up, setting her on his hip, before motioning towards the door. You grabbed the tv remote and turned it off, before flicking off all of the lights and grabbing Ella’s bag too.

 Ella started talking about how excited she was about spending the weekend with Jamie. Honestly, you were surprised he agreed to take her for the weekend, they’d just gotten back late the night before, and didn’t have a weekend off like this often. You wouldn’t have blamed him for wanting to take off to some beach for the weekend, or do anything other than take care of your four-year-old. But he seemed to want to spend the time with her, and for that you were grateful. He knew that you and Tyler needed this, he wouldn’t ask more questions other than that.

 The drive to Jamie’s didn’t take too long, considering he was just down the street from Tyler’s. Ella was out of the car before you even had time to blink. Jamie must have been waiting by the door because it flung open not a second later. Ella flung herself into Jamie’s arms and laughed as he spun her around.

 For a second, you let yourself wonder what it would be like if Ella wasn’t an only child. Two kids, three dogs, and enough hockey players around you to help through anything. A marriage that was still strong, and one that ended two years ago. For just a second, one sweet moment, you let yourself dream.

“I’ll call you guys if anything happens, which it won’t because you and I are going to have fun, right Little Bug?”

 “You listen to Uncle Jamie, alright?” Tyler instructed her, “And please, have tea parties with him, you know they’re his favorite.”

 You had to choke back a laugh. Ella’s tea parties always included crowns and feather boas, sometimes even tutu or two if she could convince someone. They’d go on for hours, and if you didn’t follow her ‘tea party rules’ and act accordingly, you’d be lectured for at least an hour. She took those very very seriously. However, sometimes you could get lucky and be able to put them to an end with an old hockey game.

 “Okay, Daddy.”

 You got out of the car and walked over to kiss Ella’s forehead, “Be good okay? I love you.”

 “Love you too mommy.”

 “What? I don’t get a kiss?” Jamie joked.

 “Bye Jamie.”

 “We’ll be back Sunday,” Tyler told him, “Don’t ruin my kid. And if she tells you to put a tiara on, you put on the damned tiara, go it Chubs?”

 “Understood,” he laughed, “C’mon Little Bug, let’s go have some fun.”

 “Bye, mommy! Bye, daddy!” She called as Jamie started walking back inside.

 You climbed back into the car, your heart suddenly started to race. This was happening, both of you were going to do this one way of the other. You reached up to feel your rings through your shirt. You closed your eyes, starting to feel tears form. Why did you have to be stupid enough to end things in the first place? You knew what you’d had was good, he was good, so good. You were the one who decided otherwise. Could he ever really forgive you for that? Could you forgive yourself?

 “Ready?” You could feel him watching you, almost like any sudden movements might just scare you away.

 “No.”

 “Me neither, honestly. But-”

 “But we need to do this,” you finished for him, “I know.”

It was quiet for a minute before he started the car back up. You couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes and look over at him. You needed to try and figure out what you were going to say, how you sort it all out and figure out how to express it.

 How could you explain to him that you never meant any of it, that you expected him to fight back, to fight for you? You thought it would blow over, that somehow you could find your way out of it before it was too late, yet when it came down to it you couldn’t back out. How could you tell him that you’d convinced yourself that he was better off without you, that you were just holding him back? You knew it was all a lie even as you thought it a few years ago, but you couldn’t convince yourself that it wasn’t true.

You were so fucked up and tired that your brain seemed to have shut down. And rather than talking to him about all of it, rather than letting him in, like you were supposed to as husband and wife, you quit. You ran. You’d been selfish, and scared. You were so scared, and you still were.

 Part of you never stopped being scared, not since the day you’d found out you were having Ella. You pushed the fear down, you covered it up. You loved being a mom, she was your whole world, you’d do anything for her. But it all terrified you. Being married, having a child, all of it scared you shitless. It petrified you.

 “Do you just want to sit here?” He asked you after putting the car in park, presumably at the hotel.

 “Yes and no.”

 “C’mon, I’ll order room service for us,” He offered.

 You reluctantly got out of the car and grabbed your bag. You couldn’t help the feeling of dread that started to creep in. Nothing would be the same after this weekend, you knew that. There was no denying it. Once both of you put everything out there, you’d both have decisions to make. But at the end of it all, it would be his decision this time. This time you’d let him decide.

 You shifted awkwardly on your feet as Tyler checked in. You had a pretty good idea of what they all must’ve been thinking. You probably would’ve thought the same thing. Only, they were all wrong. This wasn’t what it looked like, it was the complete opposite. Truthfully, it was almost funny, almost.

 “Thank you,” You felt Tyler’s hand on the small of your back, pushing you lightly towards the elevator.

 Neither of you said anything in the elevator. You stood on opposite sides, almost like there was a line that neither of you could cross. Or maybe you didn’t want to cross it right now. The playful way that the two of you had been acting was gone. You felt like a stranger to him again, cold and closed off, just like you’d been throughout the whole divorce process. You hated it.

 “Here we are,” Tyler unlocked the door and held it open for me.

 There wasn’t anything special about the room, because he probably knew I’d complain if he got something extravagant. But there were two beds, which was something you hadn’t even thought about. You hadn’t even considered sleeping arrangements.

 “You still want the one by the window, right?” He asked from behind you.

 “Yeah,” You sounded nervous, you were nervous.

 This was happening. There was no going back now. You started to fidget with your fingers. How were you going to start this conversation? How would he take all of it? What if he wanted nothing to do with you after this was all over, and Ella lost what bit of normalcy she had. What if agreeing to this fucked everything else up in ways you hadn’t thought about.

 Tyler started digging around in his bag, obviously looking for something specific, a few seconds later you heard the clank of glass. You were about to question what the hell he’d packed when he pulled out a bottle of wine.

 “Figured we might need this,” He said sheepishly.

 “Yeah,” you breathed a sigh of relief, “That sounds pretty good right about now.”

 He grabbed two of the paper cups by the hotel coffee maker and a corkscrew that he must’ve packed too. Maybe a little wine would make this easier for both of you. Although, nothing about this would be easy. You knew you’d struggle through this weekend, but maybe you’d be okay in the end.

 He handed you the cup and took a long sip from his own. You looked at the small cup of red and gulped it down. He laughed a little and grabbed the wine to pour some more into your cup. You had to laugh at the irony, you’d done this years ago, just at the beginning of your relationship.

 “Trying to get me drunk Seguin?”

 “No,” His voice was soft and smooth, “Just trying to get you to loosen up a bit.”

 “You’re trying to get me wine drunk,” You joked, taking another sip, “Which, I’ll be honest, I wouldn’t mind.”

 “I’m sure you wouldn’t,” He laughed, “You don’t really get that chance anymore, do you?”

 “I don’t go out Ty,” You reminded him, “I don’t do anything really. But it’s okay, I’d give my whole life up for Ella.”

 “I know what you mean,” he smiled softly, “She’s a piece of work though, just like you.”

 You shook your head, “I think she’s a lot more like you. I swear, sometimes she gives me this look, and it’s like I’m looking right at you.”

 “Sometimes I wonder how lucked out with her.”

 You shrugged, “I don’t know either. We did get pretty lucky with her.”

 “What happened? One day we were talking about trying to have another, and the next you were walking out.”

 And there it was. No more beating around the bush. No more dancing around the questions that lingered. You felt your hands starting to shake as you set the cup on the little table in the corner of the room. No more time to think. No more time to figure out what you were going to say.

 But you couldn’t tell him that you weren’t sure what happened, even if it was the truth. You weren’t sure how you went from point A to point B, and what really brought it on. You weren’t sure how you were supposed to give him the closure that he deserved.

 You shook your head, “I don’t know Ty.”

 “How long are you going to keep hiding?” he questioned, a slight edge to his voice, “Are you worried about hurting me? Because it’s a little late for that, Y/N.”

 “I don’t know Tyler! Okay! I don’t know what changed in my head,” You snapped back, “One day we were fine, sitting by the pool with Ella, loving our life, talking about growing our family, and the next it felt like my world was breaking.”

 “Then why the hell didn’t you talk to me?”

 “Because I was scared Tyler! I was fucking terrified!”

 “Why. What had you so scared that you couldn’t talk to me. We were supposed to be in this thing together, Y/N.”

 He sounded so hurt. You could feel your heart breaking just by the sound of his voice. You could feel tears burning your eyes, but you wouldn’t let yourself cry in front of him. Not now.  If you started crying you wouldn’t stop. You couldn’t do that.

 “I-” You took a deep breath, “They told me I might not be able to have another one. Not on my own. My levels were pretty far off again, god I was running on fumes.”

 “Jesus Y/N, all of this because they said you-”

 “Tyler, you want a big family. You always talked about it. Even before we had Ella, you wanted a shit ton of kids. So did I. But then they told me I might not be able to and I…I panicked. I couldn’t give you what you wanted anymore,” You felt like someone was crushing your chest, “I was holding you back. You’d stay home to take care of me. You’d come home early to take care of Ella. The guys stopped coming over because I was sick, or Ella needed to sleep. We were pulling you down!”

 He shook his head and stood up. He started to pace around the room. But he wasn’t angry. You’d seen him angry a few times, there was nothing about him that gave you a reason to think he was angry. You wished he would be angry with you. You wished he’d fight back. Fighting would be easier.

 “Why would you say that? You and Ella were the best part of my life. God, you were my whole life. I don’t care if it’s just the three of us, and the dogs, for the rest of our lives! We would’ve figured it out,” He replied, “Never for a second would I have thought you were holding me back or dragging me down. I made those choices for our family. I finally had something to come home to, I didn’t need to go out anymore.”

 “No. Tyler when did you ever have time for yourself? You didn’t. The second you finished practice or a game you came right home to a crazy house. There was never quiet, never peace. If you weren’t taking care of Ella, you were having to take care of me because I didn’t have the energy to do anything. How long were you going to be happy with that life?”

 “Damnit, we promised in sickness and in health, remember? I loved you. I married you. I knew exactly what I was doing when I married you. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I wanted to go through it all with you.”

 “You wouldn’t have been happy. Not in the long run. You would’ve resented me in the end,” You shook your head, “I gave you an out.”

 “When did I ever say that I wanted that? When did I ever say that I wasn’t happy, Y/N? I loved our life. I loved coming home to you and our baby. How could you think that I’d ever not be happy with you?”

 “We were so young Tyler. Eventually, you would’ve woken up and realized that you could’ve done so much better. You would’ve gotten tired of being my caretaker all of the time. So why wait for something that was going to happen eventually.”

 “You don’t get to make that choice all on your own. We were supposed to be in this together.”

 “Then why did you let me! You didn’t fight back! You didn’t even try to change my mind Tyler! You let me walk out!” You yelled.

 “Because I knew you’d made your mind up! If you were going to go as far as telling me that you didn’t love me, then I knew there was no changing your mind. You were going to follow through,” He raised his voice, but not in anger, you still couldn’t figure out what he was feeling, “I tried to get you to stop. I asked you to drop it. I gave you a chance to turn back.”

 “It was too late! We both signed it was over! You signed the damned papers,” You pointed out, “Why did you sign if you didn’t want the fucking divorce?”

 “Because you decided it was over! You wouldn’t have let me try to stay. You would’ve kept pushing me away, just like you have for the last two years. You keep putting up these walls, and I can’t bust through them anymore Y/N. But you can’t keep shutting people out like this.”

 “I get it okay! This is my fault. I fucked it all up. I pushed you away. I freaked out. I forced you to leave. I broke up our family. I know that. It’s all my damned fault. So, if that’s all we needed to say then I think we’re done here.”

 I almost got to the door before he jumped in front of me, stopping me dead in my tracks, “Stop doing that! Stop mushing me away! You know this is about more than just the divorce. You know you mean more to me than I can even put into words. Don’t walk away again.”

 “What do you want from me Tyler? What can I possibly give you anymore?”

 Your body felt like it was made of lead. Every part of you hurt. Your eyes stung with tears that you wouldn’t let out. Your chest hurt because you could see how much you were hurting him, and how much you’d hurt him over the past few years. You didn’t know what more you could do.

 “Let me in. We can’t keep living like this. It’s killing both of us,” he said softly, “Come home. Come back. We can figure this out, but you have to let yourself try.”

 “But Ty, we-”

 “We can’t change the stupid choices we made. We’re both to blame, it doesn’t all fall on you, it never did. Please stop acting like it’s all your fault. But we owe it to each other to try, we owe it to each other to work this out. For us and for our daughter.”

 “And what happens if we don’t work and she loses us again? I don’t want to rip her family apart twice.”

 He tucked stray hairs behind your ear and smiled softly, almost sadly, “That’s just a risk we’ll have to take. But I don’t plan on letting you go again. I don’t ever want to let you go again.”

You shook your head and turned around. How could you do this again? How would anything be different this time? You’d still have the divorce looming over your head and the guilt from it. There was no way he was so willing to jump back in again. What would the team think? Or your families?

 Yours barely talked to you now. Your parents couldn’t understand why you broke up your family. Your mom had been furious with you, your father so disappointed he couldn’t look at you. Never mind the fact that they never wanted you to marry him anyway, they thought you were making the biggest mistake of your life.

 Tyler’s family was completely different. You expected them to hate you too. You thought his sisters would never speak to you again for hurting their bother the way you did. You thought they’d all no longer want anything to do with you. Instead, they still treated you like one of their own, you were still family to them. Maybe it was because of Ella. Or maybe Tyler talked to them. You never really understood it.

 “We can’t do this Tyler.”

 “You keep saying that, but I know you don’t believe it. You’re scared, I get that, but Y/N, tell me you don’t want it.”

 “I can’t.”

 Can’t commit? Can’t say that you didn’t want him? You weren’t sure. Your brain was scrambled. Nothing was making sense to you. You couldn’t sort any of it out. All you kept thinking about was how happy you’d once been. How well you’d worked together for so long, and how everything felt complete when Ella came. Everything seemed to make more sense with her in your lives.

 You’d loved him so much it hurt. He drove you crazy in the best ways. Him and the dogs. And then all of them, Tyler, the dogs, and Ella. They made you happier than you’d ever thought you could be. Why were you so quick to walk away? Why did you let fear dictate your life?

 “Let me in,” He seemed to beg.

 “I don’t know how.”

 He cupped your face. His thumb gently stroked your cheek. Almost like he wanted you to know he was there, he wanted you to be able to feel him. You still couldn’t meet his eyes, especially now that yours were watering and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

 “I’m here,” He promised, “I’m not leaving. I told you that. I didn’t fight for you before, and that was so stupid of me, but I’m going to fight for you now. I’m going to fight for our family.”

 You couldn’t stop yourself from crying. Your body shook. You loved him. You loved being with him. You loved just being near him. You missed everything about him.  He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, allowing you to break down. He rubbed your back and just allowed you to cry for as long as you needed.

 “I’m here,” he repeated, “We’ll be okay.”

 You clutched onto him. You needed to make sure he was real, and he wasn’t just a figment of your imagination. It didn’t seem to matter what he said because you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just a dream and you’d wake up soon and it would all be fake. None of it would’ve happened.

 “I love you,” He whispered, “I love you so damn much, I never stopped loving you.”

 He was breaking your heart and somehow putting it all back together again. You didn’t understand how he could do both at the same time. But yet, he was doing it. You felt whole again, somehow, you felt whole. Or more yourself than you had in years, you weren’t quite sure. But you knew that you loved him, and you wouldn’t stop loving him anytime soon. No amount of time apart would change that.

 You knew that you could push him away time and time again and he wouldn’t give up on you. It wouldn’t matter what you said, he’d find a way to figure out what was the truth and what wasn’t. He’d fight for you, you knew that now.

 “I want to be with you,” You whispered.

 “Then let yourself. Let your walls down, it’s just you and me.”

 You pulled back from him. You wanted this. You wanted him. You wanted your family back together. You were tired of staying away and keeping your family apart. You wanted this, more than anything.

 You were still crying, but not like before. He’d been crying too, which you hadn’t realized before. He gave you another soft smile before wiping tears away from your cheeks. You weren’t sure what was going to happen next. But you knew you wanted to walk through it all with him.

 “How about we get that room service now? And finish that wine?” You questioned.

 “That sounds like a good idea,” He laughed.

 “We can talk more after, okay?”

 “Whenever you’re ready.”

So, the two of you sat at the table together, not daring to bring the subject back up again. You drank almost the entire bottle of wine all by yourself, mainly because Tyler got a beer or two for himself. It was strange to be here together like this. Strange to have fought, and strange to be at peace like this.

 You hadn’t expected to still want to be around each other, you hadn’t expected him to stay. You weren’t sure how you were able to sit with him like this. But the air still felt thick. You still felt the weight of everything coming down on you. But most of all, you kept replaying him begging you to just let him in.

 It was a weighted plea. He was begging you for a lot of things. Things that you weren’t entirely sure you could give him any of those things anymore. He wanted the girl he’d fallen in love with, but could you even be her anymore?  Every now and again, mostly when you were with him and seemed to lose track of everything, you felt like yourself again. A little more carefree, a little more open, free again.

 He wanted a life with you. He was asking for you to let him try. Asking for you to give it a chance, to talk to him, to open yourself back up again. He was begging for a shot. Even if it was just a small chance, just a possibility, he was begging.

 You weren’t sure how to put it all into words. How to tell him how much you loved him. Or how much you missed him. You didn’t know how to tell him that your life wasn’t the same without him in it, it all felt wrong without him. Honestly, you weren’t sure if you could even try to speak.

 You watched him. You could see some ways that he was different now. He looked more mature, he moved differently. Even sat differently. Just like you weren’t that girl anymore, he wasn’t the stupid boy. He’d changed and matured, some when the two of you got married, even more, when you’d had Ella. But he’d matured even more since then.

 You were both different. Both changed by life’s choices. You knew his shoulder was probably aching like it often did during hockey season. He was probably tired, but he didn’t show it. He wasn’t watching you, instead, he was looking out of the large sliding glass door, watching as the world kept moving all around you.

 You didn’t allow yourself time to think, or over think anything. You knew that words would fail you because you wouldn’t be able to articulate things like you wanted. So instead, you pushed yourself up from your chair, causing Tyler to look over at you. You smiled shyly, gently reaching for his glass and setting it on the table behind you.

 He raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. You took a deep breath and more or less straddled him. You were lucky that he’d turned his chair in a way that made it quite easy. You were pretty sure your heart was pounding so hard that he could hear it if you moved a little closer he’d probably be able to feel it too.

 “I want a life with you,” You whispered, treading your fingers through his hair, “I want it all with you.”

 His hands ran up your sides, one resting on your back and the other moving up to cradle your cheek. He wouldn’t make the first move this time, and you knew that. This would be your choice. You would be going at tour pace, how fast or slowly you wanted to take this was up to you.

 “I want you, Tyler,” You whispered, finally leaning into him.

 The second your lips touched his, you knew it was game over. You might’ve thought there was no going back before. But you’d been wrong. It was different this time, it felt different. You knew, that this was only the beginning of a new chapter in your lives. Here, in this hotel room, you were both creating new promises to each other.

[mylordshesacactus]

I’m gonna be myself and ask for extended commentary on Irreplaceable, just to see how your perspective has shifted since you wrote it.

You are SO predictable but honestly is there anything I HAVEN’T said about Irreplaceable.

As for how my perspective has shifted since writing it:

Emerald’s resentful inner monologue about how Mercury’s never been seen as nothing DEFINITELY hits harder now; we always knew about the horrific abuse, but it comes across a lot harsher now that we AND Emerald know the details. I stand by it, though–Emerald was never under the impression that Mercury had a GOOD life, she was never saying she was jealous or making it a competition in her head or anything. She was just saying, accurately, that their triggers and complexes are very different due to their experiences.

There is also a certain level of grim dramatic irony in Cinder going all “remember that as valuable as you are to me, I’m the one in charge here, not you, and without you, I’ll still be able to achieve my goals, so don’t mistake appreciation for license” now that she has gotten that EXACT same lecture, albeit in fewer words, from her OWN abusive sexy mom figure.

(Listen, Emerald has a mommy kink. I’m very sorry to have to tell her this, but it’s true.)

Honestly I’m mostly blown away by how FUCKING RIGHT I WAS ABOUT LITERALLY EVERYTHING, WHAT THE HELL. There are SO many things I called, like, YEARS before they appeared in the show. Right up to Mercury being concerned about Emerald’s obsessive devotion but not being able to show it except through acting like an asshole.

[stevenbasic]

almost four years ago…

As I’m writing, finishing up the paperwork for my last patient, a pair of soft hands caress my shoulders, giving them a gentle, playful squeeze. I recognize the voice of Rina, my medical assistant, as she greets me from behind.

“Hiii Doctor…” Rina is young, younger than me by more than ten years. She's a new mom. She's been working here for about five months and I've been fucking her for the last six weeks.

“Oh, uh... hey Rina,” I say, my guard going up immediately. We're alone here in the exam room but the hallway is right there...

She says nothing as she massages my shoulders, her skilled fingers working out the knots and sending pleasurable tingles through my body. I know I should stop her right away, in case we’re seen, but instead I let her continue and in fact I can barely stop myself from letting out a little groan as she works them with a purpose, an intent. I had a feeling I knew what this was about. After all, it was almost that time of the week again…’our Thursday nights’...

“Do you, um, need something from me?” I ask her, playing dumb for the sake of the rest of the office, in case we were overheard. There are people around, other employees...witnesses. This is dangerous. We can’t be too blatant about this or else questions will start being asked, and that’s the last thing I need. I’d been burned in an office affair once before, and I can't afford <shudder> that again.

She responds with a light giggle above me, quietly tittering, “Yeah... I suppose you could say that…” Just then, I feel her breast make the slightest brush against the back of my head, “I need something…” My hand seizes and I drop my pen, shocked at her brazenness. The slightest touch of her breasts squish against my head, their warmth seeping through the sheer fabric of her top and warming my scalp. I try pulling away but she holds me fast, her arms wrapping around me and boob pressing, smushing… God, so soft… “Rina, please...” I warn, squirming, my back hunching, “Don’t do this… not here…people may see...” I want to sound relaxed, but also serious.

“We could close the door...?” She suggests with mischievous promise. “We… we can’t do that…” I barely manage to squeak, having gathered the strength for that refusal, meek as it was, from somewhere.

“Aww…” She loosens her grip on me, seeming to finally grant me a bit of much needed mercy, but her presence still looms behind me. Her hands on my shoulders, I feel the weight on them increase as she leans in, coming closer, her hot breath tickling my left ear...

“Mommy’s so full, sweetie...”

I shudder, the hair on the back of my neck immediately standing straight, my body stiffening. After only just over a month of this affair, she already knows my weaknesses, the right buttons to push, and with just a whisper she suddenly has me in the palm of her hand. Calling herself ‘Mommy’...

“Jesus Rina,” I sigh, sounding immediately helpless.

She delights in my reaction, a fresh round of giggles bubbling to the surface as she presses herself against me again, harder this time, those big, big breasts squishing against my back as she wraps her arms around me, hugging me to her. “Feel that? I haven’t pumped all day...” she says, right into my ear, making me shudder, “you like how big that’s gonna make me for you?”

Oh lord... I thought it was just my imagination, wishful thinking on my part, but clearly not. She’d caught me staring this afternoon during clinic, even more than my usual. I had noticed that she looked bigger, her bust straining her top even more than usual, the fabric of her scrubs under even greater stress, and I couldn't help myself.

“Rina oh my god yes but…”

She knew, she knew through my own confessions and her uncanny ability to read me. It's been only six weeks but already she knew how fixated, how obsessed, how utterly absorbed by women's breasts I am. Big breasts. Full breasts. Breasts like hers.

“...s-stop.” My protest, though, was cursory at best. That breath in my ear. She keeps her mouth right there, with its heat, the intimate hiss of her breath, tongue, lips. “I know,” she continues, heedless, her voice ruthlessly paralyzing me with an new, added tenderness, “I know how much you like them. I know how much you like them when they swell up like this. When they grow for you...when they grow for my little man.”

Oh god, more buttons. Again, I’d confessed more to this girl than I had to...well...anyone, ever. She knows more about me than my wife, in some ways, and was eager - always eager - to indulge my secrets, my fantasies.

“But...last time we were together, when you were under me, when I was fucking you,” she whispers, fingers tracing across my right cheek as I felt her smile grow next to my ear, “you...sucked on them. And you knew how I’m nursing…”

I stiffen, blood dropping from my face, heart dropping in my chest. The silent moment thundered.

“...why was that? Hm? Why’d you do that?” she asked, playing at innocence but with a knowing lilt.

She...she knows about how I uh, like, big women. She’d indulge that, she’s not a small girl. Her thighs actually dwarf mine, her ass is a marvel of muscle and - just for me - she's been squatting even heavier at the gym. She knew also how naturally...and this word makes me squirm...submissive I can be. How submissive I am, in bed, behind closed doors. How I like to be - jesus I can't believe I'm saying this - made to feel little. Small. Weak. But she hadn't discovered - mostly due to my own hesitation - my deepest fantasies. But now, after our last night together, I'm convinced she knows. After I drew that one mouthful, sucked that small bit of milk from her and then came, immediately in my excitement, inside her - after that, things have been different. We talked very little of it at the time, but the moment has grown in weight over the week and now...it's Thursday again.

I have no words, but she hears it all.

“Shhh...ahhhh...shhhh…” she breathed, into my left ear, “it's okay, we’ll talk allll about it tonight...my place…”

Sheryl thinks I'm lecturing again at the senior center.

“...Mommy’s so full, sweetie...” she repeated, now with portent heavier than I could bear, giving me one last bosomy squeeze before releasing me, standing back, and spinning me in my chair to face her…

“...and tonight she needs you to help.”

thanks to DoubleBurger20 for help on the copy

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Kidge Parent HC Part 2.5

Previous Part Links:

Kidge Married Pre-Babies: [here]

Kidge w/ Babies Part 2.1: [here]

Kidge w/ Babies Part 2.2: [here]

Kidge w/ Babies Part 2.3: [here] *There’s a little angst in this one, FYI

Kidge w/ Babies Part 2.4: [here]

HEY LONG TIME NO RAMBLE SO SORRY ABOUT THAT!!! School and Work and blah, ya know how it goes! Let’s get into the fun stuff, though, shall we? :3c

I decided to break this one down by dynamics; specifically, I’ll start by talking generally about Keith and Pidge as parents, family dynamics/routines that are the same between all the kids, then their relationships with each of the kids, and then we’ll get into what, exactly, the kids are like themselves. I’ll be stopping off with information once we hit around the 12-13 age with each kid and will resume explaining things in the next part from there, as there will be one more part.

There will be one more part focusing on more on the kids in their later teens/ young adult/ adult years, so there will be some Kidge Grandparent stuff in there! Hopefully I can get that part out much sooner than it took me to get this part out, but I am going to warn that I want to try and get one update completed for each of my current fics before I start really focusing in on the next part, so there will be a bit of a wait.

Also, up until the point I explain how he got the nickname, I’ll be calling Newt by his actual name of Oliver. Just wanted to add that so there wasn’t any confusion as to why I shift names halfway through.

First little random side note that I wanted to mention!!!

Keith does pretty well about maintaining his workout routine, though he definitely skips days more often once Pidge first gets pregnant – wanting to make sure to look after her, make sure she isn’t overworking herself, etc. – and becoming a bit more sporadic as the kids are born. Normally he can sneak in a session while the kids are taking naps or otherwise occupied, though. Matt teases that his six-pack is more of a four-pack now. Additionally, he gets a bit more relaxed about shaving his face. He’ll let himself get a bit scruffier just because he’s more focused on Pidge and the kids and forgets he should probably do something with that scruffy nonsense cropping up.

He goes from being Fitness Keith into Rugged Dedicated Daddy Keef. Pidge loves him just the same because, as far as she’s concerned, he’s still the same romantic goof she fell for.

Having four babies also affects Pidge’s body physically a bit. She does pretty good about maintaining a healthy balance of foods during her pregnancies, but there’s always a bit of weight gain as a side effect, plus pushing a small human body from your own tends to do a bit of widening to the hips, giving her a sort of pear-shaped silhouette; and, she is admittedly a bit salty that her breasts don’t get too much more in the area of growth as a result. She also does a moderate job about working out between pregnancies once she’s healed, but she’s not particularly worried or stressed about having a little extra weight packed on. It’s not a particularly large amount that she gains and she carries it well, but she definitely has a little bit of pudge around the middle. Most of it, though, goes to her thighs.

Becoming a mom basically makes Pidge a bit more Thicc™. Keith is absolutely 100% okay with this and still sees Pidge as the most incredible woman he’s ever known.

Okay, back to the tooth-rotting sweetness! :3

This is just something I need to say outright; they have baby books for each of the kids that are overloaded with pictures of their first full year in the world, with little notes stating when they had their first smile/laugh/word/step/tooth. They also save the onesies that each baby was brought home in and keep them in little shadow boxes with other sentimental items as the kids get older because they’re incredibly sentimental about all of it.

Pidge’s office at the Garrison is covered in photos of her, Keith and the kids, and if you notice she’s in a pissy mood? Point to one of the pictures and ask her what the family was doing when that was taken. She’ll start excitedly regaling you with how amazing her kids and husband are. Likewise, Keith carries a little pocket-album of family photos on him practically everywhere. If you’re meeting him for the first time and need to break the ice? Ask him if he has any pictures of his family, which you’ve heard so much about. He will immediately decide you are Good People and tell you all about how great they are and how much he loves them.

Keith is by far the more protective parent in their duo. Part of this is because he's always wanted a family and wants to be a Good Dad™ but thinks he has to work harder at it because he didn’t have a healthy family environment to grow up in. His dad died when he was young and Krolia wasn't around during his younger years so he frets over not knowing how to be a Good Parent™. Pidge always reassures him that so long as he makes sure to let the kids know how much he loves them, he's gonna be an absolutely phenomenal dad. It helps a bit during her first pregnancy and once Amber's actually there, in his arms, he realizes that they're all gonna be just fine.

He promises each of the kids when he first gets to hold them that he's gonna always be there to love and protect them. Takes any chance he can to reiterate that to them, too.

Pidge tends to be a bit more relaxed in her approach, in that she’ll give the kids a bit more independence sooner than Keith thinks they should, but by some strange proxy she tends to be the disciplinarian more often. Mostly because, while Keith will dish out punishments and lectures when necessary, it's clear he feels way guiltier about it than she does. Pidge, meanwhile, does not take mutiny in the ranks of the Kogane home lightly despite the fact that she was the LITERALLY embodiment of mutiny in her teen years; and, to specify, the kids only get in trouble when they knowingly do things they’ve been told or taught not to. They’ll let the kids slide the first two or three times they make a mistake after they learn not to do something, but once it clearly becomes a matter of testing how much their parents will put up with, the hammer gets dropped.

Since I'm on the subject, sometimes they do disagree about how to parent the kids, but they take the time to talk and find compromises. It’ normally a matter of Keith being a hyper-cautious Mother Hen, but there are points where Pidge is giving the kids more credit in regards to maturity/ responsibility than they deserve. I’ll expound on that sentiment more once we get further down the line.

Also, regarding punishments, they agree to using timeouts and sending the kids to their rooms when they're little, and graduate to revoking privileges and grounding as they get older.

Also, they're both terrible about co-sleeping. Like, initially Pidge insists it's okay because it makes things easier for her. Newborns need to be fed every 2-3 hours for the first couple of weeks. It's just easier for her to be able to either unclasp her nursing tank top or tug her shirt up, let the baby latch on to her boobie, and then pass back out. Eventually the baby will get milk drunk and pass out, too. Once the babies can go longer without feeding, they start trying to get them settled in their bassinette so they get used to sleeping in a spot by themselves so the transition to the crib is easier. But then they'll get fussy and Keith and Pidge feel bad because the baby is clearly sad and lonely and wants love. So they'll get up and bring them into bed for sleepy snuggles with Mommy and Daddy.

They do eventually get the kids transitioned from co-sleeping to their cribs. In order from easiest to hardest, it goes as follows; Oliver - and the irony of that isn't lost on Mommy and Daddy -, Kaden, Amber and lastly Aria.

When the kids get scared at night, they'll still clamor into bed with them. Aria does it the most and Amber does it the least, while the boys fall into a middle ground where they’re about equal with each other. There have been a handful of instances where they end up with all four kids in bed with them – specifically during really bad storms - and Keith is always grateful he let Pidge talk him into ordering the special extra-large king-sized bed from the planet Hintinue because there is no way they’d be able to fit six people on a regular king comfortably.

Keith and Pidge are really affectionate parents. Like, if one of the Kidgelings’ wants some cuddles? They will get those cuddles, no questions asked, regardless of the circumstances. Mommy’s drafting up a new schematic for an alternate generator for the Garrison to use? Fuck the Garrison; Pidge will push her projects aside to scoop the needy tot up in her arms, pressing little kisses to their head and rubbing circles into their back. Daddy was getting ready to do his workout in the basement gym? Leg Day is on hold; Keith has a responsibility to snuggle up with whichever baby it is, tucking their head under his chin and chatting with them softly about this or that.

I’ve always imagined that the Holt’s are an incredibly close, affectionate family that just exudes love and acceptance, so for Pidge this is just natural. These are her babies and they deserve all the snuggles and smooches they could ever want or need. It’s her gosh darn responsibility and she is more than willing to take it on. I also think that this mentality from the Holt’s probably boggled Keith’s mind when he started dating Pidge and they just… Kinda took him in with open arms. Probably a bit of an adjustment period for him but he learned that he actually really admired and emulated how open the relationship within his wife’s extended family is.

For Keith, it’s a matter of wanting to give his kids what he didn’t really get. Like, I imagine that Ethan Kogane was a great dad, who always told and showed Keith how much he loved him, but he was also a single father with a young child he was trying to raise all alone. And he died when Keith was still pretty young. I know the series hasn’t said what age he was, but I always leaned towards Keith being about seven/eight when it happened. And, obviously, Krolia wasn’t around when he was young for him to have an affectionate, doting mother figure either. Also, I think Krolia is certainly a loving mother, but I think that she’s sometimes unsure of when physical displays are appropriate with Keith because of the time they spent apart.

I think that would help to explain some of Keith’s canon struggle in how to properly interact with other people, and why he is probably the Paladin who has had the least physical shows of affection with other characters, but the ones he’s had have been deeply significant to his character. This rationale is also why I choose to read/ interpret him as the kind of father that I do. Keith is definitely someone who loves the people around him but isn’t always sure how to express it though this doesn’t apply so much to Pidge herself because she has straight-up told him to shower her in affection whenever he wants because she’s gonna do the same. But with little kids? As someone who lives in a house with a three-and-a-half year old and a nine month old baby, I can assure you they love nothing more than attention and physical affection. Interacting with the kids, Keith doesn’t need to worry so much about his physical affection being unwanted.

They’re just really loving parents, you guys.

Until all four kids are officially in school, Keith is a stay-at-home Daddy, at Pidge's insistence. She makes a bit more than him and most of his work can still be done from the house. They agree they don't want their kids spending eight hours a day in a daycare program with a bunch of people they don’t know very well. Plus Pidge thinks it’ll be really good for Keith because, when they first have the conversation about it after Amber’s born, poor guy gets extremely uncomfortable and anxious over the idea of handing their precious little lady over to a stranger for an extended period of time.

They do, however, get the kids signed into a little pre-school program for the two years before they enter kindergarten. The program only goes for three hours in the morning so Pidge will drop them off and Keith does the pickup. They do it so the kids can get ahead academically, as well as to make sure they have good social skills. While they're at pre-school, Keith works on whatever work assignment he's been given and then works on it again while the kids nap.

He, Allura and Shay form a sort of gossipy housewives group where they occasionally meet up after picking the kids up to grab lunch and talk smack about the obnoxious parents they encounter. Pidge dubs them the Soccer Mom Squad. Lance offers to make them all matching t-shirts.

As a small bonus, while the kids are at home with Keith, he’ll do fun little arts and crafts projects with them. Finger-paints, ceramics, drawing, making bead animals, scrapbooking… You name it, he’s figured out how to and has done it with the kids at least once. He and Pidge save literally everything the kids make for them ever to keep on the desks at work, or on their desks at home, or just keeping them saved in containers to keep them safe and because they’re both ridiculously sentimental.

In regards to the Holidays, I’ve always liked the idea that Pidge’s maternal side of the family is of Jewish heritage, while Samuel’s family was a bit more agnostic and partook in Christmas based solely on the fact that they supported the main ideals Christmas was meant to represent; i.e. Being kind to your fellow man, spending meaningful time with your family, giving to those that have less, etc. I also like the idea that Keith’s father was not someone who aligned to a specific religion and more fell in line to Christmas based on the commercialism and to give a young Keith something to look forward to during the holiday season. As such, the Kidgelings celebrate Hanukkah with the Holt’s as well as Christmas with the whole family. Additionally, they’ll go partake in community events to help their fellow man.

While Keith and Pidge are both practical people, they still kiss any boo-boos the kids get after they clean and cover them. It's just Good Parenting 101.

Also, Keith and Pidge take turns packing lunches for the kids to take to school once they start. Each time they do, they’ll use a sharpie – in their respective color, of course – and leave little notes on the Ziploc baggies that they put one of their little snacks. It’s always well wishes, but sometimes they’ll add little bonus points if they know the kid has something big going on that day too. Things like “Knock’em dead in the soccer team tryouts!” and “You’re going to kill that math test this afternoon!” that are just little things but the kids seriously love that their parents do that for them.

Keith joins the PTA so that he can help out with funding events and always know what's going on with the kids' extracurricular activities. For the longest time, the PTA parents are convinced Keith's a widower, due to Pidge being MIA at a lot of the events. This normally happens due to situations such as other functions for one of the other kids coinciding with the one Keith's attending or one of the kids being sick and needing to stay home. The other PTA parents gossip over their thirst for Rugged Dedicated Daddy Keef, with the boldest of them actually going so far as to openly flirt with the oblivious doof.

They all realize they were wrong when, at the science fair, they see Keith, balancing a sleepy three year old Aria on one hip, holding the hand of a fiery little bombshell blonde who is arguing with the judges because "Excuse me my son LITERALLY reverse-engineered a piece of alien technology and then rebuilt it using Earth tech and you give him a participation ribbon? And give first place to the kid who lit a light bulb with a potato? Oh Heckle deckle naw!"

They still thirst after him, but they are quieter about it. And some of them may even start thirsting after both the Kogane parents who are we to judge them? We'd all be just as bad let's be real.

Keith sings to all the kids when they're little and each of them has their own special song he only sings for them. He does, however, have one song that all four kids share, too. The songs - with links in the titles - are as follows:

All - Heart of Life cover by I Fight Dragons. Original version is by John Mayer but the chiptune cover is just Hella.

Amber - Boats and Birds by Gregory and the Hawk It's symbolic for reasons

Kaden – Somewhere Only We Know by Lily Allen

Oliver - You are the Moon by the Hush Sound

Aria - Into the Woods by Cilla Jane

Pidge loves to read to the kids. When they're super little, she goes with stuff like Dr. Seuss and Shel Silverstein. As they get older, though, she does more lengthy books like the Warrior Cats series, The Chronicles of Narnia, and the Harry Potter Series. Keith will help with the dialogue for male characters while Pidge does the females and narration.

An added bit to the reading thing which I've made reference to in a fic before but wanted to take the time to further elaborate on here; Pidge develops little headbands for the kids to wear while she reads. It'll create the story in a small hologram and depict the events of the tale as the kids' see them. It focuses more the general ideas as they see it instead of the more minuscule, fine details. This is mostly because the kids views of certain things - fur pattern of a cat, color of a dress, etc - may differ and, thus, conflict.

They have a system for bedtime.

First, Pidge and Keith read to the kids before they start doing all the other stuff, all the kids gathered together in the living room with their parents. The kids get bathed every other night but two kids get bathed a night. Amber and Kaden take baths on the same nights, while Oliver and Aria take the same nights. Keith and Pidge take turns with who does what. If Keith bathes the kids, Pidge is responsible for getting them dressed and helping them brush their teeth, and vice versa. Pidge always tucks the kids into bed and turns their nightlight on for them before heading out of the room. Keith always sings to them when he comes in after to help them settle in further.

When the kids are still little beanie babies and in the bath, Pidge says the goofiest, cutest things to them.

*Pidge, gently rinsing Aria off.* “How do you feel now?” *Pauses for a whole second.* “Adorable.” *Said with a small, sassy head warble.*

*Aria giggles excitedly.*

*Pidge, grinning wide as she leans in closer to pick her up.* “And how do you look?” *Pauses for another whole second. “Super adorable!” *Said, again, with sassy head warble.*

*Aria squeals in delight.*

With Keith, he and the kids play elaborate games while they’re in the bath using their little toys. Like, they come up with entire backstories for it and probably spend way longer in the tub post-clean-up than necessary. One such instance involved Newt pretending to be Cthulhu and flooding half the bathroom with a splash and Keith’s pants with the splash he created. Pidge was a little bit displeased with this. Keith ended up having to clean the mess up with the wet pants still on.

So Homework!! They have a system for this too!!

The kids always do their homework at the kitchen table just to assure they it gets done and they don't goof off. They love their kids but they know what to expect from them. Keith helps them with History and English, Pidge takes Math and Science, and they alternate on Geography/ Social Studies/ Whatever the Hell they call it now. Since they also take turns on who makes dinner, they work the system as such: If Keith is making dinner, the kids work with Pidge on her respective subjects while he's cooking. After dinner, while Pidge does the dishes, Keith works on his respective subjects with them. And vice versa, obviously.

Most of the time, the kids will help out, too. They’ll help set the table and, depending on where they’re at with their homework, they’ll help with doing the dishes and putting away any leftovers.

The only night that homework isn't an immediate concern is Friday nights because weekend. Typically, though, the kids still fall in line with the schedule solely because they like having their weekend be stress free so they can go fuck shit up have a lot of fun.

They teach all the kids basic self-defense moves. Amber and Kaden are the only ones that take a vested interest in learning the art of fighting, though, so that becomes a way for those two to bond. Newt learns a decent amount for really dire situations but normally relies on his quick thinking in a fight. Aria doesn't remember jack from what she's taught because she never has a reason to use it. This is due to how she is a Too Smol Cinnamon Roll™ who would never want to fight anyone ever.

Additionally, over the weekend, they tend to do a variety of things from one-on-one kid stuff as well as family-centered things. Sunday nights are typically when they either watch a movie or play board games together.

Okay, now let's talk about the dynamics between each parent and the children individually!

Keith and Pidge each have something special that they only really do with each kid, one-on-one. This is because they want to make sure they know their kids and are close to them, so that way the kids know their parents are always there to support/help them, as well as to give them chances to open up to them if/ when they are facing struggles. It’s also because they want to make sure that the kids feel like they get equal care and attention from both their parents. I’m gonna start with Pidge, and go in birth order with each of the little Kidgelings.

Basically, Keith and Pidge are the kind of parents who, when they say they know what’s going on with their kids, they mean it. And not in the sense that they snoop or pry, but in an organic and respectful way that the kids feel comfortable coming to them about the mundane stuff as well as when a situation gets really challenging for them.

Pidge and Amber bond over B-Grade horror flicks. They love sitting and riffing on the effects, plot, characters, all of it. They’re favorites are Plan 9 from Outer Space, Killer Klowns from Outer Space, and both of the Birdemic films. They make sure to get plenty of snacks and drinks before they start their little movie marathons. They go with Butterfingers, Reese’s, Red Vines, and a bowl of popcorn with, strange as it may seem, chocolate syrup drizzled on top. They go with Dr. Pepper – or Cherry Dr. Pepper when they’re feeling a little different – for their drink of choice and settle in for a Mother-Daughter riff fest.

Pidge and Kaden bond over building small soapbox carts together. Kaden joins a little hobby racing group for kids and they hold frequent charity racing events. The club has a rule, though, that the child participants can only participate with soapbox carts they make themselves; with the help of a parent/ guardian, of course. Pidge, given her knowledge in regards to constructing technology and devices, is the perfect partner to help her son. Pidge actually clears a little area in her garage workshop and buys him a toolkit for his use only. She always takes her time and lets him do a majority of the hard work, serving more as a guiding hand, and Kaden adores getting the chance to gain some firsthand knowledge from his Mom about stuff like this.

Pidge and Newt bond over classic video games, which is to be expected, I think. Newt is the one whose interests and hobbies – for the most part – fall in line with Pidge’s own so they have the most ground to build on. In specific, he’s really intrigued by old game systems and video games from way before he was born. Pidge, being an avid collector, has a wide array for him to get a firsthand experience with. She likes watching him get angry when he gets stuck on puzzles in games and then try to whine at her to tell him the answer. How well-behaved he’s been between their gaming sessions determines how quickly she relents in giving him hints or tips to help him figure things out.

Pidge and Aria end up bonding over, interestingly enough, doing yoga together! One day, when Aria is about six, they’re picking Kaden up from his karate class and notice a flier for a Mommy-Daughter yoga class that one of the dance instructor’s is aiming to start. Aria gets really excited about the idea and asks if they can go, which Pidge agrees to because she can’t say no to one of her babies getting excited about participating in things. They have a blast getting to go to their weekly yoga sessions to get a bit of a workout and spend some one-on-one time for a good while, but then the instructor moves away and the class is cancelled. After that, Pidge invests in some yoga DVDs for at home so they can still do their work out together, using that as a guide.

Sometimes, when Aria notices that he isn’t busy, she’ll invite Kaden to join her and Pidge with their yoga session, since it’s a good way to unwind.

Keith and Amber bond over the great outdoors. I’ve always really kind of loved how Pidge isn’t very interested in nature despite being the Green Paladin, while Keith feels more at ease in those environments. Amber tends to lean towards siding with Keith in this regard. She really likes it when Keith lets her help him with the gardening and other yard work tasks. She loves getting to go out, slip on some gloves, and help Keith with pulling weeds or putting in a new type of plant. Keith teaches her all that he knows about plants and wilderness survival – because, come one. The dude lived in a rundown shack in the middle of the desert for at least one year. Homeboy has to have some decent wilderness survival skills – such as teaching her how to tell what kind of berries are safe to eat, how to use moss on a tree to navigate better, how to start a fire without a lighter/matches, etc.

Keith and Kaden bond over old mecha shows and building models of the mechs they see. I’ve always believed that Keith was a huge fan of giant robot and super sentai shows growing up, so when Kaden starts taking an interest in those kinds of things, he’s eager to encourage and engage in them with him. They’ll power through a whole series of Gundam over the course of a night or two, select their favorite two or three robots, and Keith will look into ordering the model kits for them to construct together. They take turns on who reads off the instructions and who does the actual assembly. So far, their favorites have been the original Mobile Suit Gundam that started the whole franchise and Gundam Wing. Their favorite builds are RX-78-2 Gundam and XXXG-01D Gundam Deathscythe. This hobby is somewhat similar to what he does with Pidge mostly because Kaden likes doing tasks that keep his hands busy.

Keith and Oliver bond over wildlife and animals in general. Remember in the last part where I mentioned that Keith ends up taking Oliver with them on the morning walks because of what a Lil Shit™ he is to Aria? When Keith takes him along, he gives him a little checklist of wildlife common on the path they take and tells him to put a little checkmark next to the name of each one he sees. After this, Oliver becomes greatly fascinated with the habits and differences of the wilderness around their home. Due to Keith having those previously-mentioned wilderness survival skills, he actually knows a lot about the animals so he can answer most questions Oliver has for him. Sometimes they’ll go to wildlife exhibits and museums to further their knowledge, or just go dink around in the wilderness near their house. This led to a time where Oliver located a few Rough-skinned newts in a pond and, knowing very little about them, snatched two up and took them over to show Keith. Fun thing about this type of newt; they release a toxin to deter predators. Keith hastily helped him put them back and, on the way to a nearby public restroom to thoroughly wash his hands clean of the toxins, he explained this to his son. After this, Oliver declared newts his favorite animals and the family gave him his infamous nickname: Newt.

Additionally, because Amber and Newt have somewhat similar interests, Keith will sometimes take them with him for a little one-night camping trip.

Keith and Aria bond over music, obvious as that is. Keith knows how to play the guitar and piano and has a decent set of pipes on him. Plus, he loves getting to sing the kids lullabies, too. Aria’s always been soothed by music and as she grows, so does her passion for the subject. Keith teaches her the piano and will take her to see musicals when they come into the area. Pidge teasingly calls them their “Daddy-Daughter Dates” because of how they’ll go out for dinner either before or after depending on what time the show is. For days afterwards, they’ll randomly burst out into duets of whatever their favorite songs from the show were. Of the shows they’ve been able to see, they’ve liked Wicked, Chicago, and Phantom of the Opera the best. Keith may also have a soft spot in him for Mamma Mia!; Pidge has heard him humming Dancing Queen more times than he’d like her to acknowledge, and teases him about it when she catches him.

Okay, now why don’t we actually talk about the Kidgelings themselves, hm? I’ll be going in birth order again because it’s easier. I may, however, jump around a little bit in this since I’ll try to talk about the relationships between the siblings.

So little Miss Amber Rose Kogane!

Let’s start with some superficial, trivial fun facts; Amber’s favorite color is peach, just like her baby blanket, but she also really likes dark green hues. Her favorite animals are giraffes and deer. Her favorite foods are anything pasta-related, but she’s especially fond of five-cheese lasagna and chicken alfredo. Since Nanny Collie is a master at Italian dishes, she’ll happily make these for the kids when they’re over, and later teaches Amber the family recipe when she’s older. Her favorite desserts are anything mint-flavored, much like Keith. The two of them will often share bowls of mint chocolate chip ice cream together. Her favorite candies are Reese’s and Butterfinger bars. Since they’re the same as Pidge, she’ll often share them with her Momma.

Amber is a snarky, headstrong and confident little thing. She’s quick with a quip or jab at anyone who tries to antagonize her or her siblings. Also, she’s as stubborn as a mule. She will happily get into knock-down drag-out fights with other people – of both the physical and verbal variety – when she knows she’s right. And that, right there, is the big thing about her; Amber will fight tooth and nail when she knows that she is in the right.

Amber is often seen as being a bit arrogant by some of the other kids at school, but really it’s just that she’s confident, self-assured, and brave to the extent that it’s borderline suicidal. Guess which parent she gets that from. She’s learned something significant from both of her parents that have a huge hand in shaping her. From Pidge, she learns to be proud of what she’s good at while working hard at areas where she falls short. From Keith, she learns when to choose her battles, but also that when she chooses to pick the fight, she should see it through; regardless of if she wins or loses.

Her parents are firm with her that they don’t approve of fighting, but they’re also not naïve enough to think that conflict won’t happen sometimes. They were Paladins of Voltron fighting the Galra Empire. They know what it means to be placed in a situation where fighting back may be the only conflict-resolution that yields any kind of meaningful results. So, while they make sure that Amber understands that non-hostile approaches should always be her first approach, they do take the time to make sure that she has the necessary skills to take care of herself if/ when she needs to handle an escalated situation.

They teach all the kids this lesson, but Amber’s the one who tends to need to have a refresher on it most often because she just can’t stop herself sometimes. Amber Rose Kogane lives to fight.

Her tendency towards conflict ends up working well in her favor once she starts taking on extracurricular activities at school. She joins the soccer, volleyball, and track and field teams at school, as well as taking fencing classes and gymnastic courses outside of that. She always liked how good Keith was with a blade, but she finds the rapiers that fencers use to be a bit more suited to her, given that she’s a petite and zippy build. Engaging in somewhat competitive and physically draining hobbies helps to temper her out quite a bit as she gets older. She’s still a bit of an impulsive right-fighter, but she gets a lot better about assessing a situation before she starts in on the smug commentary.

In regards to her relationships with her siblings, she’s probably the closest with Kaden, but she does get along really well with Newt and Aria too. Well, except when Newt’s being an antagonistic lil’ shit; then she puts on her Big Sis Breeches and reminds him how the pecking order works. She and Kaden like to spare together in regards to both fisticuffs and practicing with blades; while being supervised by an adult, of course. Sometimes Newt will come into her room while she’s doing homework and just sit with her, working on some project of his own at the desk she never uses, music playing and the two of them just enjoying some quiet company. Amber and Aria have the least common ground, but the older Kogane definitely has a soft spot for her baby sister, listening to her prattle about the latest bit of gossip within her friend group and offering advice on how to hopefully diffuse the social situation.

Ironically enough, Amber’s really good at thinking of peaceful solutions to conflicts that don’t directly involve her. Not so good at the practicing what she preaches thing, though.

Amber takes her position as the oldest very seriously; though, sometimes, this leads to her butting heads with the others more than she should. Amber tends to be a bit of a nosy busybody, so if she thinks that something’s up with one of her siblings, she’s gonna shove her nose into their business. More times than not, though, once she knows what’s up, she’ll keep quiet and just kind of keep tabs on them. If she thinks they need her help, she’ll intervene. If she thinks it’s outside of her pay wage, she’ll drop subtle hints to Keith and Pidge that something is up. Typically they already noticed, but they appreciate her concern regardless.

While her abrasive attitude makes her a bit difficult to get along with, Amber does have a small group of friends; most of them being boys. The two she’s closest with are Alfor, the oldest of Lance and Allura’s kids, and Richter, Hunk and Shay’s son. Richter tries to be the voice of reason in their little gaggle but, sadly, tends to get ignored a lot when they’re really young. As they get older, though, Amber really values having him as her friend because he can help to keep her from picking needless fights. She and Alfie are kind of like frenemies and, because of this, the “legendary rivalry” between Keith and Lance lives again.

Only this time, the involved Kogane is an active and willing participant with just as much sass as her opponent.

Hunk’s heart goes out to his son, because he’s been there.

One time, when they were playing hide-and-seek at the park, Alfor accidentally broke Amber’s nose. For the game, they made up only three simple rules; you can’t move from your location once you hide, you can’t hide in any of the family cars, and you can’t hide in the bathroom. Amber was it and had found everyone except him.

“Okay, where could he be?” *Amber grumbling, hand son her hip, glaring around angrily.*

“I thought I saw him heading towards the bathroom!” *Patrick, another one of the kids in their rag-tag grade-schooler gang, chimed in.*

“Are you kidding me? Well, Prince of Dorktea just signed himself up as being it next since he broke the stinkin’ rules!” *Amber, furious, marching her way over to the bathrooms*

“But Amber, that’s are the boy’s restroom! You can’t go in there!” *Richter, fretful and reasonable as always.*

*Amber turns, walking backwards towards the little bathroom hut.* “Yeah, and he went in there specifically to try and cheat to win! If he thinks I’m gonna let him win, he’s got another thing coming!”

“Oh man, she’s gonna give it to him good!” *Curtis, another one of their friends, states with a laugh. He then starts jogging after her.* “Come on! We gotta see this!”

*Cue the small group of Richter, Patrick, Curtis, Kaden, and another kid in their group, Monty, pattering along with her. The other boys are all giggly and giddy because they think Amber and Alfor’s fights are funny. Richter has a Bad Feeling™.*

*Amber marches in and looks down at the bottom of the stalls, seeing a set of electric blue and black sneakers scuffing up the cement flooring in the second stall.* “Alfor, you big cheat! Get out here and take your turn being it!” *She begins pounding on the door to add emphasis to her point.*

*There’s a quiet shift and suddenly the shoes are gone.*

“I already saw your feet, dingus! Standing on the toilet isn’t gonna help you none!”

“Go away or I’m gonna tell your Mom and Dad you went into the boy’s room!”

*Cue all the other kids – sans Richter - letting out a scandalized ‘Oooohhhhh!’*

“Go ahead! I’ll just tell your Mom and Dad that you were cheating!”

*Cue another round of jeers from the Peanut Gallery.*

*Alfor suddenly throws the door open with way more force than necessary, causing it to fly full-force into Amber and knocking her flat on her back.* “Don’t you dare, you dirty-! Hey, where’d she-?” *He starts, then pauses when she isn’t there, and looks around. His eyes get really wide when he sees her as she rolls onto her side and starts to push herself upright.* “Uh, A-Amber, are you-?”

“You friggin’ jerk! What’d you do that for?” *Amber turns to face him, scowling and furious with a few tears prickling her eyes, not realizing that her nose is now gushing blood. She reaches up to wipe at her eyes then freezes when her fingers come back bloody. Slowly lifts her head to look at the other kids, who are now pale and aghast, then glares over at Alfor.* “I am so telling on you!”

*The other boys scatter immediately, darting off to avoid being included in the backlash that’ll most certainly come from the grown-ups. Kaden rushes over to Pidge, Keith, Allura and Lance, who are settled at a picnic table talking. Aria is napping in her stroller while Newt is on the swings with Krolia, who they all call Nana Olia. The little guy is shrieking and wailing like mad as he approaches, causing all the adults to go into Panic Mode. Pidge and Keith dart over, meeting him halfway, and Pidge scoops him up.*

“Kaden, baby, what’s wrong? What happened? What hurts?” *Pidge, trying to remain calm, but her tone just a bit urgent and frantic.*

*He’s way too distressed to understand but they at least manage to get “Amber” and “bad owie” out of it. Keith starts to look around for her, glancing over at the playground equipment and swings to see if she’s there, and then towards the little soccer field since sometimes Patrick will bring a ball and they’ll play out there.*

*And then, when his eyes swipe back towards the direction Kaden came from, Amber has trotted up, still scowling, blood having started to stain the front of her shirt, little arms crossed over her chest.* “Dad, Mom, Alfor is a stupid jerk who cheats and then he went and did this to me!” *She points at her still-steadily bleeding nose.*

Keith nearly has a heart attack. Pidge is absolutely livid. The McClain’s lay the law down something fierce with Alfie once he stops hiding in the bathroom.

This isn’t the last time that any of the Kidgelings get hurt pretty bad and Ho Boi does Amber give them another more severe bout of heart attacks about injuries in the future but it is the first time it happens and it freaks them both out something fierce.

Pretty early on into her pre-teen years, when all her classmates are starting to get past the concept of cooties and start to develop attractions to their peers, Amber reveals that she’s not attracted to boys. She is, though, attracted to other girls. She’d always sort of known because she never really thought any of her friends were cute but there were tons of girls in her classes that she thought were cute, she just never really thought much about it when she was younger. Keith and Pidge are both absolutely supportive and accepting of her sexuality, telling her that she’s their baby girl and they’d love her regardless of her sexual orientation. She also talks a lot about it with Uncle Shiro, since he’s openly gay and happily married at this point.

*Amber, shrugging off her backpack and flopping face down on the couch with a loud groan when she comes home from school.*

*Shiro perks up, pouring himself a cup of coffee since he was over visiting.* “Hey there, Ber-Ber. How was school?”

“Beatrice friggin’ Hollinger!” *She lifts her head just long enough to be heard shouting this before flopping back down.*

“Oh, she’s the cute red-head on the volleyball team with you, right?”

*Another long, drawn-out groan from Amber.*

“Come in here with me. I’ll make you a glass of chocolate milk and you can tell Uncle Shiro all about it, my poor Padawan.”

I’ll elaborate much more on these two in another post I’m planning to make *cough IhaveanaskthisfitsbetterinthatI’mstillpreparing cough* so look forward to more information about that there.

On to baby number two; Kaden Ethan Kogane!

So the fun trivial facts with the little guy! Kaden’s favorite colors are any shade of red and any shade of orange, kind of like the predominant hues of a sunrise. His favorite animals are moose, thanks to his dear friend Bob, and he also really loves fennec foxes. His favorite food is anything with meat and, additionally, he really likes artichokes. His favorite desserts are snicker doodle and gingerbread cookies; he loves things that have a bit of spice and kick to them. This is more something he gets from Pappy Sam, so whenever he goes over to visit them, Nanny Collie will make a little platter of cookies for them to share. His favorite candies are anything with dark chocolate, though he also really loves dark chocolate raisins. Keith is also fond of the chocolate raisins and the two will snack on them together.

Kaden may not be the oldest since Amber became an official member of the family roster, but that doesn’t really change much about him. He’s still a very noble little dude who will eagerly throw down for the greater good of those he cares about. He’s a bit more on the reserved side, his appearance not being the only thing that he got from Keith in this regard, but he’s also quick as a whip like his Momma. He, much like Amber, has also inherited the hot-headed tendencies of both their parents, and with him it’s also paired with a pretty short temper – which is quite a bit longer for members of his family - and is even quicker to launch into Fight Mode than his sister. He and Amber are similar in this vein, which is probably another reason why they’ve got such a close bond, but they are a bit different in how they go about it.

He is better than Amber about going for help to the proper authority, but when he does get pushed to his breaking point he hits a lot harder for a lot longer than Amber does. I’ve addressed it a handful of times before in at least two separate fics, but he doesn’t mess around when it comes to the safety of his siblings and friends. Additionally, because of what Kaden’s seen happen with Newt and Aria, he feels very strongly about bullies. While Amber will go to bat for her siblings and her close personal friends, Kaden tends to be a bit more of a vigilante of freedom for his peers in general. If he sees someone getting roughed up by a bully, he’ll square up with the bully and get them to step off.

He also, however, reminds the people being bullied that they need to make sure they speak out to the grown-ups about what’s going on. In some cases, where the bullied student has reached out to teachers but gotten no help, Kaden will teach them the strictly defensive techniques he knows so they can at least protect themselves when he isn’t around. Keith and Pidge don’t necessarily agree with his approach, but they also can’t say they’re angry that he’s trying to help other kids that need it.

As I’ve mentioned somewhere before, he’s the biggest cuddle bug of all the Kidgelings. All the kids like to get paid some attention and affection from their parents, sure, but Kaden? Getting snuggled is his jam. Even as he gets a little older and starts going to school, he’ll sometimes just walk over to Pidge and, without a word, just hold his arms out. She immediately pauses in whatever she’s doing to scoop him up for hug and, until he gets too big for it, she’ll just kind of carry him around like he’s a koala bear on a tree.

Much like Amber, Kaden ends up participating in a few sports teams as well. He joins the soccer – because he wants to be like his big sis – and baseball teams. Outside of that, he joins the little hobby racer group that I mentioned before, and signs up for martial arts classes. He really enjoys participating in the tournaments and getting to test his skills against equally skilled opponents.

As for his bonds with his siblings, as I mentioned, he and Amber are the closest due to their sparing and shared interest in sports. She’ll give him tips and tricks in regards to soccer techniques, showing him how to balance the ball on his head and such. He tends to be the Newt Wrangler as they grow older just because he likes trying to help with keeping things together and take some of the weight off of his parents. This, however, doesn’t mean that he and Newt don’t occasionally get into dumb shenanigans together, because they do; stealing Garrison ships, doing stupid Jackass-style stunts, etc. He and Aria get along pretty good and he’s rather protective of her. Sometimes when he’s working on homework he’ll go join her while she’s practicing her piano or cello because he likes the quiet background noise as he works, and sometimes he’ll know the song she’s trying to play and will hum along to help her figure out where she may be making a mistake in the tune.

Because of his position as a Pillar of Justice, Kaden has a ridiculous amount of admirers, but only a handful of really close personal friends. Part of this is because he really likes hanging out with Amber and the bigger kids she rolls with. Amber lets him because he can keep up with them and she’s a good big sis who likes to let her siblings be included. Outside of that, he also has six friends of his own that he’s close with that are in his own grade. His group and Amber’s eventually just kind of becomes a Frankenstein-like cluster of kids doing goofy stuff.

I’ll elaborate on this more in the next part, but I wanted to at least touch a bit on this relationship. Lance and Allura have a daughter about the same age as Kaden named Raya. The kids are more mutual acquaintances who look after one another because of their parents/ siblings being friends. This is because they have wildly different personalities/ interests/ and having skewed opinions of one another; Raya sees him as an impulsive reclusive meat-head and Kaden sees her as a loud-mouthed spoiled brat. Unlike Amber and Alfor, who have developed The Frenemiship for the Ages, they opt to just leave well enough alone and run in their opposing circles. The only times they interact is when they’re forced to, and even then the worst they do is a smack-talking session.

Well, until one incident, in specific, where he, his friends, Newt and Aria are playing with a ball and it gets stuck up high in a big oak tree in the Kogane backyard. Raya’s over because Allura is visiting with Keith, but she’s just sitting on the back porch flipping through one of those pre-teen magazines.

*Kaden, staring up at the tree, where the ball is teetering on a limb that’s shaped like a really small wishbone.* “Really? Dude, Emmett, we told you not to kick it so hard!”

*Emmett, one of Kaden’s friends, holds both his hands up defensively.* “Hey, it’s not my fault! You know that I’m a straight beast when it comes to this kind of stuff!”

“Oh, is that what they call it?” *Clyde, another of the group, snorts lightly.*

“Come at me, scrub lord. I’m ripped.” *Emmett, dead serious, staring the other kid down.*

“I’ll go get the Frisbee from the front yard. We can play with that instead!” *Aria, trying to be helpful, before scampering off.*

*Newt points to the other side of the house.* “We could go get the ladder. I think Dad left it over there after he checked that loose panel on the roof.”

“Nah, I got this.” *Kaden says before starting to hoist himself up into the tree.*

“Dude, that thing is way up there. I don’t think you’ve ever climbed up that high before.” *Levi, another member of the group, adds.*

“Just means it’s a new accomplishment I can add to my list of achievements.”

*The other boys all cheer him on as he continues to climb up, making sure to grab the branches closest to where they connect to the tree, since that’s where they’re sturdiest. He makes it all the way up to where the ball is at and, with a quick pivot of his body, manages to grab it. He turns and holds it above his head as his friends cheer louder. It’s at this moment, though, that the branch that he was holding snaps and he goes plummeting to the ground below.*

*And when he hits, he hits hard. And there’s a very distinct snapping sound when he does.*

*The other boys crowd around him as he lays there, the wind knocked out of him and blinking to try and ground himself. They’re all talking super-fast and asking him way too many questions for him to think straight.*

“Back up, now! Give him space, you lug heads!” *He hadn’t even heard Raya approach until she was right there, but he kind of appreciates her. She kneels beside him and looks him over, then lets out a small hiss.* “Newt, go get your Dad. Tell him that Kaden’s arm is really hurt and he’s gonna need to go to the hospital.”

“W-What do you-!” *Newt starts to argue, then pales when he sees a sliver of white sticking out of his brother’s skin. He turns on his heels and tears off for the house.* “Dddddddaaaaaaaaaaaaddddddddd!”

*Kaden moves to sit up and Raya helps him, keeping him from using his hurt arm to try and prop himself up. Meanwhile, his three friends are freaking out.* “Oh man! Oh geez! We’re gonna be in so much trouble!”

“Why would any of us get in trouble? Kaden was the one that went up there!”

“None of us tried to stop him, though!”

“Uh, speak for yourself! I totally tried to!”

“You’re so full of crap, Levi!”

*As they prattle on, the pain starts to register for Kaden and his eyes lock on his injury. His breathing starts to escalate and he looks ready to start freaking out.*

*Raya’s eye has started to twitch and she glares up at his friends.* “If you three want to do something helpful, then shut your mouths! You’re only making things worse!” *She watches the trio for a moment and then, upon them all falling silent, she turns her attention back to Kaden.* “Take deep, steady breathes, okay? Here, watch me and do as I do. In, nice and slow, and then out, nice and slow. In, out. In, out.” *She’s extremely soft and patient with him, taking the time to make him focus on her instead of his busted arm. She then briefly looks up at his friends.* “You can join in, too, if you want to calm down.”

*The other three do, picking up on the rhythm as well. She keeps this up until Keith comes running out, Newt and Allura not far behind. Keith is aghast and gently pulls Kaden to him, reassuring him that an ambulance is on the way, and carries him through the house to the front yard. Allura instructs the other boys to head back to their houses, and ushers Raya and the other Kidgelings inside so she can look over them. Thankfully, it isn’t a long wait for the ambulance and Keith and Kaden are ushered in. The EMT in the back carefully settles Kaden on the gurney they have and starts getting him all settled. She ends up having to reset the bone, and warns both he and Keith of how bad that’s gonna feel.*

*She lets out a small whistle once he’s settled back down a bit from having the bone reset.* “You did a pretty clean break on this, huh, buddy?” *She’s polite yet playful in her words.*

“I-Is that b-b-bad?” *Kaden sniffles, starting to get worried at her words.*

“Not at all! This typically means it’ll heal faster!” *She then carefully picks up a alcohol wipe and begins clearing off the blood and the cut.* “How’d this end up happening, if you don’t mind telling?”

“I-I was climbing a t-tree to get our ball back.”

“Oh yeah? What game were you playing?”

“Kickball.”

“That’s a really fun game! Is it one of your favorites?”

“Y-Yeah. I’m really good at it, too.”

*The EMT keeps him chatting the whole ride to the hospital, which helps him calm down a lot. This experience sticks with him for a long time afterwards.*

After he gets home with his cast, he thanks Raya for her help. She shrugs and tells him that it was the right thing to do. He decides not to press her or ask how she knew that’d help, and offers to let her be the first person to sign his cast. Excluding his Dad, since Keith signed it at the hospital once his heart palpitations settled down.

Now that we’ve got the older two down, let’s get down to the third musketeer, Oliver Maxwell Kogane, A.K.A. Newt! With his facts, I kind of jumped around a bit so it doesn’t quite follow the same structure I had for Amber and Kaden, but hopefully it’ll all still make sense!

I’m still going to start with the trivia nonsense, though. Newt’s favorite color is blues, regardless of the hue or shade of it. He just thinks it’s a super mellow, calming color. He doesn’t actually have any specific favorite animal, despite what he said when he found the newts. He loves all animals, though he does admittedly have a soft spot for canines and amphibians. His favorite foods are pizza and garlic bread, all day every day. His favorite desserts are banana cream pie and carrot cake. This is something he actually gets from Keith’s dad, which immediately endears Nana Olia to him and she’ll occasionally treat him to one of them. He’s not really fond of any specific candy bar and likes all of them pretty even; he does, however, adore having ants-on-a-log as a tasty treat. Pidge is always willing and able to make these for him and enjoy a few with him.

Newt is a smart little trouble maker who marches to the beat of his own drum, leaning towards being a bit more interested in more in-door hobbies like video games or reading for the most part. He’s incredibly curious, eager to learn and, once you get to know him, he can be a really caring little guy. He, however, doesn’t suffer fools gladly and he has a very forward approach to sharing his own opinion; this is not helped by the fact that he is A Notorious Shit Talker. He has very little grasp or regard for social graces or tact when it comes to correcting someone about something. This isn’t due to him not caring about other people’s feelings, though, but because he himself would rather people tell him honestly when he does something stupid. He probably gets this from watching his Momma break down some of the Garrison officials she works with when they try to correct or dismiss her.

In regards to his relationship with his siblings, he’s the textbook-definition of a little brother in regards to Amber and Kaden. They all get on well enough but sometimes Newt just has to go and poke the bear, just because his brother and sister get So Extra when they’re angry. He and Amber find more common ground through the camping trips with Keith, as they grow to admire and respect each other’s respective nature knowledge. He and Kaden play video games together, as well as the aforementioned Jackass-style shenanigans and other highly illegal typical boy-stuffs; these are normally ideas from Newt, modified by Kaden and his friends, and then put into action by the older boys while Newt stands off to the side and observes. He insists that this is for someone to see the science behind their stunts; he is a liar. As for his relationship with Aria, he remains a constant source of antagonistic behavior towards her up until the point they start going to school. He starts to back down and will actually humor her games more often than not, and sometimes he’ll let her play his video games with him. As they get older, though, they get much closer, but I’ll elaborate on that later.

The way he is perceived by his peers’ causes two assumptions about who he is to become prevalent among his classmates; that he’s either a total jerk, or a bratty know-it-all. The second interpretation is typically what leads to him getting bullied as often as he does, and the first is why people don’t normally speak out on his behalf; and, furthermore, the situations aren’t helped remotely by the fact that Newt has a mouth that tends to write a lot of checks his sorry tail can’t actually cash. Kaden and Amber are always willing and eager to stand up for him, but as he gets older, it starts to bother and really hurt Newt how none of his classmates are willing to do the same. Regardless of if they like him or not, they should be speaking out because what’s being done to him is wrong, right?

Hey, know who we haven’t talked about a lot? Resident Good Boi Cosmo!

Because of his issues in dealing with humans and his interest in wildlife, Newt actually ends up being really good with animals in general; especially Cosmo, who is his most favorite animal in the whole known universe. And, I mean, can you blame him? Cosmo is basically just a Pokémon brought to life! He’s ridiculously attached to the cosmic wolf, and the feeling seems to be mutual. 9 times out of 10, Cosmo’ll sleep in Newt’s room with him, and if Newt’s just chilling on the couch stooging out, he’ll jump up and plop his head in the kid’s lap from some ear-scritches.

One time, Newt proclaimed that Cosmo was his best friend because he liked Newt just the way he was and never got mad at him for saying something harsh. It broke Keith’s heart two-fold; on one hand, he was glad that his son cared so much about the family wolf, but on the other hand it hurt to know that the other kids weren’t willing to give him the chance to befriend them.

Because of his actually tender heart, Newt has a bad habit of finding abandoned animals and trying to bring them home. Keith and Pidge will typically keep the animal for a night or two before taking them to the local shelter where they can get proper treatment and a good home; in the case of wildlife like rabbits and such, they’ll take them to a nature preserve. Every time Newt begs them to let him keep the animals but for the longest time Pidge and Keith are concerned that he’s just too young for the responsibility that would come with a pet.

That changes shortly after his ninth birthday. Pidge notices that someone’s been sneaking out some of the leftovers at night. She also notices that one of the pails that she occasionally uses to drain fluids when she works on Keith’s bike – which he still occasionally uses – or some new engine block she herself is building, as well as some of the old tattered up towels she kept in case of a big spill, are also missing. She has an idea of who is doing it – as well as why – but it takes her an extra day or two after she pieces it together to catch him in the act. She spots him sneaking out the back door, into the backyard, and watches him carefully scale the fence, tossing his messenger bag over before doing so.

And, because she’s gonna get an answer, she follows after him.

*Newt creeps over to a large tree in the small forest area behind their house, tossing the flab back on his bag.* “I’m sorry I’m late. I know you don’t like to be left alone for very long. But I brought you some treats! I even got some leftover bones with some meat and gristle on’em for the steak we had last night!” *He kneels down and rummages through the bag, pulling out an aluminum foil bundle.*

*A quiet little whine is heard from whatever he’s talking to as he fishes a bone out and carefully offers it to it.*

“I also brought some stuff to try and get those ouchies you have a bit cleaner. I’m pretty sure hydrogen peroxide is safe for dogs. And, I mean, Neosporin should be fine, too, I think? I looked in to it and all the sources I found said that it’ll be good. I mean, not as good as the actual stuff that vets use, but at least this way maybe it’ll hurt a little less for now.”

*Pidge carefully creeps up behind him to get a better look at the dog in question. There, stretched out on the towels, is this mottled little mutt pup. Can’t be older than six, maybe seven, months, judging by how small it is. The little thing is mostly light grey but has little cloud-like splotches of tan-orange and white spots all over. In specific, she notices there are two tan-orange spots right above it’s big brown eyes. It’s left ear looks pretty ragged, with a good chunk taken out of it. The cut is too smooth to be an injury from another animal, though, which is a bit distressing. Additionally, there are some marks on its hind quarters and tail like it got clawed up by something. The pup lifts it’s head and stares at Pidge, letting out this quiet little rumble, trying to be threatening.*

*Newt cocks his head at the puppy.* “What’s wrong, buddy? Do you see something?” *He turns and then freezes when he sees her.* “Mom…”

“Hey, buddy. Wanna introduce me to your friend?” *She makes sure to be calm, betraying nothing, as she indicates the pooch with a tilt of her head.*

*He looks at her and then back at the pup, his shoulders slumping but still reaching out to lightly scratch behind the little guy’s good ear.* “You’re gonna call the shelter to take him, aren’t you?”

*Pidge watches him for a moment, shifting to kneel beside him. She slowly offers her hand to the pup, who sniffs before giving her fingers a timid lick. She smiles a bit. The little guy is highly apprehensive, and has seen a lot of awful things, but he clearly trusts and cares about Newt.* “Did you name him?”

“I like calling him Smog, because of how his spots look like puffs of smoke.” *Newt’s voice cracks a bit and his eyes get a little watery, already anticipating the heartache of letting him go.*

*Pidge takes a deep breath before pulling out her phone, dialing a number, and waiting as it rings. She reaches out and gently rubs between his shoulders with her free hand but he doesn’t relax at all, staying focused on his furry friend.*

“Hey. I was just about to call; where’d you go?” *Keith, sounding a bit confused.*

“Sorry, I just needed to check something out. You’re not busy right now, right?” *She hums, trying to keep the smile off her face as Newt jerks to attention at hearing his dad on the other end.*

“Nah, just finished verifying the budget Adwru sent me. Why?”

“Can you do me a favor, and make sure the back of the van is cleared out? We need to make a trip to Dr. Valencia and I want to make sure Smog is comfy.”

*Newt’s eyes get wide at the mention of the doctor, as he’s the vet they take Cosmo to.*

“Wait, Dr. Valencia? Smog?”

“I promise I’ll explain everything in a bit, but can you just make sure the van’s ready?”

“Need me to call Dr. Valencia, too?”

“No, I can get that. Thanks, babe.”

*The minute she hangs up Newt throws himself at her, hugging her and saying “Thank you” over and over. She smiles and gently kisses the top of his head, giving him a squeeze back. After he’s a bit calmer, she calls Dr. Valencia’s office and they agree to take them in once they get there. Smog doesn’t have any damage to his paws, so he can walk just fine, and he pads along beside Newt like a little duckling.*

“Now, Newt, I want you to understand that you’re gonna be responsible for him. You’ll need to train him, and feed him, and you’ll need to make sure that he doesn’t mess with his scrapes and stuff, okay? This is a big responsibility, but I think you’re ready for it.”

“I will! I’m gonna take really good care of Smog!” *He’s absolutely giddy, the happiest she’s seen him in a while. It’s clear that she’s just made his whole year and she can’t help but be incredibly glad. She likes it better when her kids are happy.*

She explains everything to Keith when they get home and, after taking a look at the little guy, he agrees that they can keep him; he does, however, state that in exchange for keeping him, Newt’s not allowed to beg them to keep any other injured animals he might find. In the end, turns out that Smog is, indeed, only six months old. The injuries on his flank and tail, Dr. Valencia surmises, are most likely from getting caught under a fence trying to get away from wherever he was before. He has to wear the Cone of Shame for a while, to avoid him biting at them as they heal, but Newt is attentive to looking after him, just like he promised.

Once he’s well enough, Newt starts working on training him, and he includes Cosmo in it. Cosmo had been mostly ambivalent to the other canine when he arrived but had been a bit stand-offish with how much attention Newt was lavishing the little pup with at first. Once Smog’s all clear, Newt makes sure to give them as equal amounts of attention as he possibly can, and he includes Cosmo in Smog’s training so that he doesn’t feel ignored. He’ll have Cosmo do a specific trick a couple times – and receive pets and treats for his good examples – and then try to get Smog to copy him. Training Smog takes some time, but Pidge and Keith are floored by how diligent and patient their son is with his new pet. When he said he was going to take good care of the pooch, he meant it.

Once he has Smog and Cosmo to look after, he starts to do a bit better about coming out of his shell and interacting with other people more. He takes both dogs with him to a nearby dog park on the weekends and, through this, he makes friends with some of the other doggy parents over their shared status as animal lovers; a few of which are actually in his class and allows them to finally see past their own preconceived notions about him. Keith thinks he might have had mild social anxiety due to his bullying that is quelled a bit by having a point to better branch out and forge friendships through.

Now, in regards to Newt’s social life, he’s always been included by Amber and Kaden’s friends, but he never really considered them his friends. He always just felt like they were his siblings’ friends and they were just humoring him. Additionally, he always did have one friend in Hunk and Shay’s daughter, Morganite, but this was another friendship that he always thought was kind of forced by their parents. In all actuality, Morganite actually really admires Newt’s intelligence and willingness to so openly speak his mind; while she isn’t as timid and easily-unnerved as her older brother, Richter, she is a much more docile sort.

As Newt’s social circle expands to friends of his own, independent of his siblings, he realizes that she really is a great friend and actually apologizes for ever thinking less. She happily accepts and the two just kinda fall into their usual routine of amicable silence with the occasional break for playful banter.

In regards to additional activities Newt ends up participating in, he joins the local scout troop for a whooping two days before realizing that there’s a lot more outside to the activities than research on animals. He’ll occasionally refer to himself as an ex-scout, which results in Kaden making teasing comments about how quickly he was dispatched. Aside from that, he ends up helping out at the local shelter as often as he can, joins the Yearbook Committee, and ends up on the Debate Club. The only problem with the Debate Club is how verbally vicious he gets when proving someone wrong; despite this, the school still lets him compete because he’s their star team member.

There’s this one kid, named Zane, on the other top team that he can’t stand, because the kid is so pompous and arrogant and thinks he’s unbeatable. One time, at a match against Zane and his team, he showed up wearing a shirt with writing in Galra on it. He proudly informed both Zane and the referee that it said, “Dear Zane, Your mother wishes she swallowed you.”

Pidge thinks it’s hilarious. Keith gives not only him, but Nana Olia, a lecture about sportsmanship and respect. This is not the last time Keith has to direct this lecture at his youngest son.

That’s a wrap on him! Now let’s get on to the resident songbird, Aria Emma Kogane!

So, what kind of goofy trivia do we have on this girlie? She loves all colors but she specifically loves pastel hues of anything. Her favorite animals are tigers and bats, but she says that Muffin is her most favorite animal in the whole wide world. Her favorite foods are chicken wraps and pork chops. Her favorite dessert is rice crispy treats with chocolate drizzled on top. She shares this soft spot with Nanny Collie and loves getting to make them with her. Her favorite candies are Red Vines, which is something she actually has in common with Great Uncle Coran.

In regards to personality, Aria is an absolute heel-turn for the family. Where her siblings and parents are both vocal and strong personalities, she tends to air a bit more on the timid, modest side of things; at least when you first get to know her, anyway. Once she’s comfortable with you, or you ask her the right first question, she’ll be more than happy to talk your ears off. She inherits the excited rambling from the Holt side of the family, obviously. Additionally, she’s incredibly sociable and extremely transparent about her feelings. When she’s upset, everyone knows it and, depending on the severity of her distress, it can take quite a while to get her to cheer back up. Being the youngest, she tends to get a bit more coddled by not only their parents, but her siblings as well.

Excluding Newt, of course, but we’re gonna put a pin in that fact for now.

Her preference towards pacifism tends to make her a target for bullies, for the opposite reasoning as with Newt. The kids that go after Aria do so because they expect no retaliation; and, if they choose to bully her away from the watchful eyes of any of her siblings, they’ll typically get away with it. She really hates conflict and violence, and she dislikes making any of her siblings upset. She knows that telling them about what’s going on with her will only make them mad and lead to big fights between them and her bullies, so she typically tries to keep her mouth shut. Despite being bullied every so often, Aria gets along with most of the kids she goes to school with. Most of her bullies are bigger kids looking for easy targets, so she’s able to find solidarity and companionship with some of the other younger kids that get the same treatment.

As she gets older, her opinion and approach to conflict changes a bit, but that’ll be something else to remember for later times.

She’s an incredibly creative kid, with a vast imagination and a deep passion for the finer nuances of playing dress-up. She’ll create intricate, elaborate backstories for all her stuffed animals before the start of every play session and, as implied before, she takes it very seriously. Whenever a member of the family gets roped into playing with her, she’ll give them the full run down of all the specifics behind the inner workings of the stories she has crafted into one another. It’s a little exasperating, but her family also finds it incredibly endearing. Her favorite game to play is Detective Fairy Princess Aria, working as a magical detective with the help of her faithful dinosaur partner, Deputy Muffin.

Aria, much like the rest of the family, has quite a lot of smarts that she makes use of in the most bizarre of instances. One time, she used two devices Pidge invented – one being a device that magnified the gravitational pull of whatever it was attached to, and a small gun that fired a spider web-esque material – to trap Newt under a spare laundry bin and stick Kaden to the ceiling during a game of play-pretend. Her brothers were absolutely gob smacked. Her parents and sister were rather impressed. Additionally, she has perfect pitch and can much more easily adjust her own singing to match, as well as being very skilled at picking up new languages as she gets older. Before the age of twelve, she’s well-versed in French and Italian, dabbles in a little bit of Galran, and really wants to start learning Spanish.

In regards to her musical prowess, she learns how to play piano from Keith, as well as taking an interest in the cello. Due to her having perfect pitch, she learns how to tune her instrument by ear pretty quickly so she can practice much easier at home. She loves taking the time to tinker with the tuning and correct the sound of her cello, then losing herself in practicing her sheet music. She also likes to practice her pieces for the choir as well.

In regards to extra-curricular activities, Aria ends up going into orchestra and choir, as predictable as those are. She also, however, ends up joining the drama club and cheer-leading squad once she gets to middle school. Participating in these helps get her out of her shell, making her more confident, and makes her significantly more outgoing. She ends up being in the top-ranking choir the school has and auditions for any solo that she can so she can test her skills. She also enjoys participating in the drama club productions, but she tends to audition more for secondary roles just because she’s a little less confident in her acting chops compared to her singing pipes; she will, however, audition for the lead in the cases of them doing a musical.

So, her relationship with her siblings! I know I’ve already talked about it with all the other kids, but I want to keep talking about it here because, as I’ve already established, I have no self-control. She goes to Amber a lot for advice about her friends and such as she gets older and, in her younger years, Amber will occasionally indulge in her elaborate games of pretend. Aria and Kaden have an incredibly close bond, with the two of them able to enjoy one another’s companionable silence. Once she starts getting more interested in her drama club activities, he’ll also help her most often with her line-reads. She and Newt have a strange relationship up until two specific points; Newt starting to develop more friendships due to his having both Cosmo and Smog, and Aria becoming more self-confident due to her musical performances.

The triggering event for their dynamics chance occurs during a weekend where the kids are left home alone while Keith and Pidge are out of town for their wedding anniversary. They leave Amber in charge as a test, since the kids have been insisting that they can handle themselves without the need of a babysitter. The kids are 17, 14, 12 and 10 respectively. From the moment they’re gone, however, Kaden and Newt take to being absolutely terrorists. They refuse to listen to any of the rules in place, or take Amber seriously when she tries to rein them in. This all comes to a head Sunday morning when, after the two tearing up the house with their friends all weekend and throwing a huge party with said friends, they refuse to help with cleaning when Amber wants to get started.

Some nasty things are said because, while they’re all close, they are still siblings and that’s just something that occasionally happens. Newt is particularly awful in the snide comments he makes, going out of his way to undermine Amber.

Amber, who had been struggling to maintain composure throughout the weekend between upcoming exams and other obligations which we’ll get into in the next part, ends up having a breakdown and locks herself in her room. This is the point where Aria breaks and steps in, taking charge and showing she has more of that Kogane-Holt spirit.

*Aria watches Amber disappear upstairs, a trash bag in one hand, then turns and glares at the boys.* “What is wrong with you two?”

*Kaden blinks then turns and heads towards the kitchen.* “Oh, calm down. We’ll clean up after breakfast.”

“Yeah. I need some cereal before I do anything to help out pwecious wittle Ber-Ber.” *Newt agrees, cupping his hands beside his cheek and batting his eyelashes as he speaks.*

*Kaden snorts a bit as he gets two bowls down.* “You’re acting like we have no intention of making sure that Mom and Dad come back to an intact house. If we don’t, they’ll never let us go sitter-free again for a weekend.”

“And they still aren’t going to. I’m telling them about all of this.” *Aria gestures to the scattered bits of junk food, spilled drinks and other such mess in the living room.*

*Kaden and Newt exchange glances before they start busting up laughing.* “Yeah, right! You won’t do anything!” *Newt’s sneering when he says this, leaning a bit closer to her.*

*Aria’s eyes suddenly spark with a new fire, blazing as she glares at him more ferociously. Instead of saying anything, she turns on her heels and disappears upstairs as well. The boys think that things are totally fine and have themselves a celebratory bowl of cereal. Meanwhile, Ari is making a very important call.*

*Keith perks up in the driver’s seat when Pidge’s phone starts chiming with the lyric-less version of The Cell Block Tango.* “Huh. Wasn’t expecting to hear from Ari so early.” *Pidge comments before accepting the call.* “Hey there, sweet pea. What’s up?”

“Mommy? I-I don’t want to bother you when you’re not home yet, but I didn’t know what else to do.” *Ari lays it on thick, adding sniffles and faked hiccups as if she’s crying. In actually she’s just sitting on the edge of her bed, kicking her feet lightly in the air.*

*Pidge sits a bit more upright immediately, adjusting the strap of her seatbelt.* “No, it’s okay. What’s going on? Are you and the others okay?” *Keith perks up and looks over, mouthing a quick ‘What’s going on?’ Pidge holds one finger up at him as she waits for Ari to elaborate.*

“W-Well, it’s Kaden and Newt. They threw a party last night while Amber was at a study session with some of her classmates. I told them not to, but they wouldn’t listen! They made a huge mess of the place, too! And then, this morning, they said awful things to Amber when she told them they needed to get it cleaned up before you two got home! Amber’s really upset in her room and they’re just laughing about it! I know I should have called Nana Olia or Nanny and Pappy but I just-!”

“Oh, sweetheart, no. It’s okay. You did the right thing calling us. We’ll deal with your brothers. For now, you just check on your sister and make sure she’s doing alright, okay? Dad and I will be home in less than two hours, judging the traffic, so you two just stay out of the way until we get there, okay?” *Pidge speaks in a soft and reassuring tone. She looks over at Keith, holds up her middle and index fingers – they’ve developed a code using their fingers, sans thumbs, to signify which kids they’re referencing – and then makes a slit throat gesture. Keith lets out a small swear, knowing this means the boys are in trouble. He’d been hoping the kids would behave themselves while they were gone.

“Thank you, Mommy. I love you both.”

“Love you too, Ari. We’ll see you soon.” *The minute they’re off the phone, Ari darts to the basement to put the next part of her plan in motion. Meanwhile, Pidge loads up her phone and sends a request to Kaden for a video call.*

*The boys see the phone lighting up, see who is calling, and immediately start losing their shit. They know that they probably shouldn’t answer it, because they’re thinking that Pidge tried calling Amber first and didn’t get an answer, which means they’re already going to be on high alert. But if they don’t answer the call, then they’re gonna get in even worse trouble for not answering and making their parents worry even more.*

*Newt is the one that bites the bullet and answers, making sure to turn the phone so that Pidge can only see the boys.*

“Hey, Mom. S’up?” *He asks, plastering on a tense smile.*

*Pidge, meanwhile, has a much better fake smile on her face.* “Not much, sweetie, just doing a check-in. How have things been this weekend at the house?”

“Oh, they’ve been – you know – uh, great! Absolutely great!” *He’s trying so hard to sound normal.*

“Oh yeah?”

“Totally! We know how to behave when you guys aren’t around, you know!” *Kaden chimes in, sounding only slightly less terrified than his brother.*

“Good, good. Been making sure to keep up on your chores?” *Pidge’s smile twitches at the corner, the only sign the boys get that reveals what’s actually going on.*

*The boys briefly exchange glances, because they know what this means. Kaden and Newt Kogane realize, in this moment, that they have made a grievous error in judgment.*

*Pidge makes them pan the camera over to how the kitchen and living room work, leading to her tearing them each a new one. She makes it clear they’re both grounded for two weeks from the television, the gaming consoles, and having free time on the computer; one week for being so disrespectful to their sister, and the other for the mess they have. She makes sure to let them know that they’ll get a third week tacked on if they come home and the house is still a pit.*

*The minute they get off the call, two sets of rubber cleaning gloves are tossed at them. They turn to see Ari leaning in the doorway, looking smugly satisfied as she examines the chipping green nail polish on her hand, five differently colored little drones floating beside her.* “Well, boys, sounds like you two should get to work. And don’t worry; the Rover Squad will be here to help keep you motivated.” *She says, her tone sugar and sweet and so devious it’s unnerving. The Rover Squad have been given the command to make sure they keep working until every spot of the house is immaculate and, if they stop, they’ll start blaring an ear-splitting noise until they start working again.*

While they get to work, she makes some waffles for herself and Amber, then takes the plates upstairs and joins her older sister in her room. They have breakfast, occasionally snorting at the sound of blaring alarms downstairs, and, once they’re done eating, Amber repaints Aria’s nails for her.

This reminds Kaden and Newt to not underestimate their baby sister. Despite being on the receiving end of her wrath, Newt realizes how clever his sister is, causing him to have further respect for her, and this is the point where his attitude towards her starts to shift.

Unlike her siblings, Aria is by far the most sociable of all the Kidgelings. She starts out befriending other kids that are bullied, but as she and the kids get older, she just ends up being the kind of person that others gravitate towards. It’s mostly because Aria’ is just so genuinely kind and sweet. She’s a charming little kid with plenty of admirers, both male and female. She has a couple of friends that she’s significantly closer to than others, naturally, but she does her best to be polite and respectful to everyone she meets.

In specific, she gets is really close to Raya and Coriander, two of Lance and Allura’s daughters, as well as Morganite, her older cousin Hikari, the daughter of Shiro and Matt. With Raya and Coriander, they bond over the typical “girly” hobbies, such as fashion and make-up and such. With Raya, she bonds over both fashion advice as well as Raya helping her with her cheerleading moves. Raya is the head cheerleader of the older girls’ squad and she’s always eager to help teach Ari higher level steps and moves to help her with her auditions for the next rank up. With Cori, it’s always fashion advice and helping her to determine what’s in and what isn’t. As they get older, Cori also helps her with doing her hair and make-up for her performances. Morganite is really skilled at making jewelry and other such accessories, which is something she helps to teach Ari to do as well. Hikari is a huge shutterbug, who loves taking pictures, recording videos and also does art/animation in her free time. She’ll always record Ari’s performances and, when she does animations, Ari will help her with voice acting/ composing original scores for her animated shorts.

That’s all for now! Keep an eye out for the continuation of this, and thank you so much for taking the time to give this a read! x3

[lilmajorshawty]

Going through the progressed moons as stages in life.

LIBRA AND SCORPIO PROGRESSED:

It’s kind of strange how progressed moon in libra is when relationships start to bloom in someone’s life and then Scorpio progressed moon comes along and is like “el oh el I’m about to brake y’all up, cause pain makes you stronger c:” the two come hand in hand since this is the start and end of puberty so to speak! It’s that moment where a lot of us meet that someone who makes us wanna say the doomed “I love you” but it’s also that moment when we feel the true meaning of the phrase “I hate you” it’s the playful fun years but also the emotionally draining and intense psycholanlysis that comes with it. Losing ones virginity could happen during this time but it can also be ones first heartbreak. Things will feel pretty and tender and even sentimental with libra but Scorpio things will feel heavy and overwhelming and almost like the world is on the verge of digging you 90000 feet into the floor.(During this time your venus aspects and Pluto aspects to personal plants are highlighted so this is the time in which these aspects are grown from and even dealt with)

SAGITTARIUS AND CAPRICORN PROGRESSED:

And then progressed sag moon strolls in like “hey so I was thinking? How about we just say fuck it and develope loose but meaningful relationships with people that kinda matter but also who cares?!And you just start living and thriving and practicing self love—BUT then progressed cap moon comes in like “so buddy I think it’s time to come to terms with the fact that maybe you’re not as happy as you thought you were” *que* the depression and mid life crisis. This is the adolescent-maturity phase! This is when the world looks real big and vast and when it’s harder to get you to settle down! But you know why right!? Because you’ve just been through some shit with that Scorpio moon and now you wanna brake free and relax and take things light but cap moon is gonna challenge that! He’s going to show you that actions have consequences and I’m not gonna lie it’ll get hard life will suck and GURL GROWING UP IS A ABSOLUTE MESS? Who invented bills? Who invented bank accounts? Taxes who? And trust me you’ll be feeling like all your trauma is pulling up on you with a lot of aggression but you’ll survive and you’ll be super noir baby. (During this time your Jupiter aspects and Saturn aspects to personal planets are brought to attention and this is when they’ll receive the most growth)

AQUARIUS MOON PROGRESSED:

Then finally progressed aqua moon comes like the gender neutral goddess they are and brings you to music festivals and random strolls to the store you never thought you needed but somehow find joy in doing at 10pm at night. But mean while you’re unable to process why you where crying for 45 minutes on the way to your lecture but who cares because feelings are foreign and impossible em I right? But see you focused so much on making yourself tough and ready for the world that you forget to pamper your own feelings! You haven’t done so in awhile! It’s been a few years since sister Scorpio so what now? Well that’s the thing nothing-this is the time where it’ll seem like your viewing your emotions and actions from the outside looking in. Your In recovery mode.(your Uranus and Saturn aspects once again are called to attention!)

PISCES MOON PROGRESSED:

Then karma pin drops in her gold plastered stilettos and vetments bandolier bag as progressed Pisces moon comes and shits on all the emotional baggage you’ve been ignoring till later and as you spend the next 2.5 years having meetings with emotions you didn’t know you had. There’s going to be a lot of emotional confusion! People are gonna think you’re a guru and let me tell you DONT DATE THAT PAINTER BOY!! DONT LET HIM PAINT YOU LIKE ONE OF HIS ART THOTTIE BOTTIES ITS A TRAP. You’ll meet incredible people during this time and hell you might even become more religious. It’ll seem like you’re being guided but it’ll also seem like you lose yourself in everything and anyone. It’s a dangerous time but it’s also a very spiritually rewarding one. Keep your head up buttercup and once again if I catch you at a art museum I want to throw hands ok? OK?(here your Neptune aspects are brought to the forefront and bitch it’ll hurt)

ARIES MOON PROGRESSED:

Sister Aries progressed moon shows up as that wild asf headache that you’re suddenly dealing with regularly and the bouts of sexual frustration and LONER mentality that you’re both kinda feeling like is a bad thing but lowky loving it because you’ve made some unhealthy co dependent relationships with sister Pisces moon. Your eyes could start acting up real bad like I’m taking blurry mic sclurry. You’ll be blunt and dynamic and people are gonna respect and fear you because they don’t know if your mad or happy and guess what neither do you. You’ll be your own person genuinely and you’ll feel like life is a breeze because you have control of it but hey be careful sis not everything is in the palm of your hands! Also animals are kinda gonna hate you sometimes not because there’s something wrong but because of how instinctual and raw Aries is and how,Ja know animals be it’s like you know you’re literally at eachothers necks lmao. You and mommy are either gonna be super cool or super caught in arguments. (Your mars aspects will be brought to attention! and hey don’t worry it won’t be so bad)

TAURUS MOON PROGRESSED:

But right as you start to enjoy the young wild and reckless lifestyle papa Taurus progressed moon comes in and starts to take you on the long road of finance and tax deductions—ah the fun and joy of adulting and falling asleep at 9 because now you’re not no longer a wee little lad who could party and harty from dusk to dawn. He rewards you with food though lots of it and sis the curves! You’ll meet some sensual lovers and might even learn to appreciate fallacio 👀. It’s a romantic time but also a very relaxed yet busy time! GET SLEEP! Eat! Enjoy the world! (Your venus aspects once again sweetie! Tell em I said hi)

GEMINI MOON PROGRESSED:

But you know the reclusive money schmoney life style gets halted when brother Gemini moon progressed comes by with the gadgets! And the socializing! Now you’re out and about talking about things you know nothing about but would love to learn about! People are fast paced and the street lights seem so bright! Your eating less but mainly because you’re always on the go! Oh my my my but what about your love life? (Your mercury will never be the same dah dah dah lol jk but no seriously this is mercury aspects)

CANCER MOON PROGRESSED:

Here comes the lullaby as the bird songs! Cancer progressed moon shimmers in with some blankets and hot cocoa. Simply now, simplicity is the word. Your not doing much—your a homebody-chilling, making peace with your feelings and being in them 78/9 of the time but hey that’s great because you’ve been through a mess haven’t you!? From feeling to not understanding what you feel to well feeling them all the time! This might be the time in your life where if you’re in your late 20s or late 30s yah might be having baby’s or even buying a house HOUSE you know like the kind you spend the rest of your life in and the one that your husband some how managed to spill Spaghetti suace in the floor and absolutely ruin it because he’s a fool but you love him. (This is your lovely moon!! Your natal moon aspects will be higleted and grown from here)

LEO MOON PROGRESSED:

Then comes LOUD Leo swaying her hips with all that sass! This progression is gonna be a hoot! It’ll be that climax before the climax! Where you think you have it all figured out! The confidence, the looks, the saucy head turns and hair flips but BOOM aslfnksnsosjs your ego is gonna fluctuate like a mad man. The ego is gonna be in question a lot—how you relate to others what they mean to you what you mean to them it’s gonna be dramatic but it’ll also feel like you’re being your most “you” it’s the time where life is felt with a unwavering passion and where every win feels like you’ve conquered the entirety of our universe and every lose will feel like some one through 892929922 black holes and planets untop of your head. (Your sun aspects and placements will be the focus here bb)

VIRGO MOON PROGRESSED:

Lastly miss quiet and virgin mistress in her all white dress and shimmering black eyes stares upon you. It’s time for the quiet moment in your life—it’s the passive yet not so passive years-you do more watching your honning your craft and thinking more about everything, the way you walk, the way you talk—your hygiene is gonna come in question and not to be vulgar but questions like “should my dick smell this way?!” “Should I buy different underwear” “maybe I should wash my hair like..” it’s kinda mundane but it’s the good kinda mundane! You’re smelling better and looking emaculate and you know why? Cause you’re about to walk into libra moon and meet yah boo so the story starts all over again. (Lastly it’ll be mercury again! Lucky he gets a double turn like Taurus)

Note: feel free to reference to decans as this still applies! So if your progressed sag moon is in the Aries decan read for sag and Aries moon! And so on!

[l-i-t-up]

Reform School Sisters Ch.5

https://www.literotica.com/s/reform-school-sisters-ch-05

Breanna and Paige rushed through the halls, on their way back to their dorm room. They had just finished breakfast in the cafeteria. It was Saturday morning, and their mother was scheduled to arrive for her mysterious visit that day.

"Come on, hurry up!" Bree exclaimed, pulling her sister by the hand. "We've got to be fast if we want to get a quickie in before Mom gets here!" Paige giggled as she was pulled along by her big sis. Her pussy had been wet for the older girl all morning. Bree's hands had been all over her throughout breakfast, groping discreetly at her thighs and ass under the table. They made it to their door and burst inside, laughing excitedly. "Hello, girls." The sisters stopped dead as they saw their mother, Lilian, sitting stiffly on Bree's bed. The older woman was dressed conservatively in a lady's suit jacket and skirt, her legs crossed and her hands clasped tightly over one knee. "Good of you to join me." The sisters pulled apart when they saw their mother. They had just been about to envelope each other in a passionate and very UN-sisterly embrace, but caught themselves at the last second. "Mom! I... I thought you said you'd be here at 9!" Bree stammered. "It's 9:07. Do you not have a watch?" Her daughter blushed. "Oh... Er... No. Sorry Mother..." she said in a quiet voice. Paige looked on awkwardly, her eyes shifting between her mother and sister. "So... What did you want to see us about?" she asked. She put a reassuring hand on the small of Bree's back as she spoke. Lilian uncrossed her legs, smoothing her skirt with her hands. She took a deep breath. "I've left your father." she said plainly. The girls' jaws dropped. "W-what? You left Daddy? Why?" Paige exclaimed. Lilian reached calmly to the bedside table, straightening a fallen bottle of hand cream before continuing. "He's had an affair. I threw him out, and he went to live with his whore in her apartment." "Oh, Mom! I'm so sorry!" Bree said, stepping closer to her mother. Lilian stiffened for a moment, as if she feared her daughter would do something violent. Then her shoulders relaxed and she stood. "Thank you, Dear. But I'll be fine, I assure you." she wrapped her arms around her daughter and gave her an awkward hug. "That man wasted some of the best years of my life. I intend to start enjoying myself now that I'm not stuck with that pudgy oaf. Why don't you girls give me a tour of the campus, hmm?" "Ha! Sure, Mom. Come on, we'll show you the toilet they scrape the tapioca pudding from." Paige joked. Lilian frowned at her youngest, then followed her daughters out of the room. The three women spent the day together. It was awkward for all of them at first, but soon they relaxed, beginning to enjoy their time together as mother and daughters. By the time evening came, they were laughing together around one of the cafeteria tables, sharing stories from when the girls were younger. "I can't believe how much you used to carry that old stuffed moose around. You must have cried for five days straight when school started, because you couldn't take it with you." Lilian said with a chuckle. Paige blushed while the others laughed at her. "I'm sure I wasn't THAT bad..." she mumbled. "You were! I totally remember that!" Bree roared, thumping her hand on the table. "Breanna, please. Contain your laughter a little." Lilian chided, even through her own barely contained snickers. "Sorry Mom." Bree grinned. She hesitated, then asked: "Hey, Mom... Since you and Daddy are separated now... Do we still have to stay here? Can we come home?" Lilian's smile faded and her face grew serious. "I... I don't know, Dear." She paused, looking down at her purse, and a saddened expression spread across her face. "There's something I want to talk to you about in private, Breanna... Will you come to the visitor's room with me for a while?" Bree shared a look with her sister. Paige gave her a shrug. "Sure thing, Mom." Bree replied. The girls collected their things, and Paige said goodnight to her mother before heading for the dorm. Lilian and Bree headed in the other direction to where the older woman would be spending the night, in the visitor's quarters. -------------------------------- The visitor's unit was a small cluster of rooms separated from the rest of the school. It was seldom used, and the two women found they were the only ones around when they arrived. The rooms were much nicer than the normal student units, and Bree gasped in delight when she saw the big fluffy bed and comfortable looking furniture. "So, what did you want to talk to me about, Mom?" Bree asked as they stepped into the room. Lilian opened her bag and reached in, pulling out a playboy magazine. "I found this in your dresser, Sweetie." she said. "Would you care to explain yourself?" Bree's eyes widened. "Mom! You snooped in our room?!?" she exclaimed. "Don't raise your voice with me, young lady. I'm asking for an explanation. It's not healthy for a young woman to be looking at this sort of thing. It's filthy smut. I refuse to let my daughter turn into a depraved little lesbian in this place!" "Oh, fuck off, Mom!" Bree shouted, becoming visibly enraged. "Where the hell do you get off lecturing me? You shoved us in here and haven't been a parent to us in almost a year, for God sakes." Lilian walked up to her daughter and slapped her hard across the cheek. "You listen to your mother, you little whore! I won't let you talk back to me like that!" Bree's cheek stung, and her eyes welled with tears, but she didn't say anything. Lilian grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her over to a nearby chair. "Mark my words, young lady. You will respect your mother." she sat down, hauling her daughter down over her lap in one swift motion. Bree landed on her stomach over her mother's thighs with a grunt. "Shit, Mom! What the fuck!" Lilian quickly pulled her daughter's skirt up over her ass and yanked her panties down to her knees. "You've misbehaved, young lady, and now you need to be punished!" She brought her open palm down hard on Bree's upturned ass cheek. "Ow!! Mom!!" Bree struggled to pull away, but Lilian grabbed her by the hair and pulled hard, holding her in place. Tears streamed down the younger girl's face as she got another hard smack from her mother. As the older woman spanked her soundly, Bree eventually stopped struggling against her, submitting to her punishment. Her ass was bright red, but her mother refused to relent. As Lilian continued, Bree's pussy started to get wet. The slaps hurt, but they also aroused the young girl in some twisted way. She thought to herself it might have something to do with the fantasies she and her sister had been indulging in... Eventually, she started to moan with each smack. When Lilian realized what was happening, she was horrified. "Are you moaning?!?" she exclaimed. "Is this... is this turning you..." she slid her hand between Bree's thighs, feeling her sopping pussy. "It IS turning you on! Oh, you filthy little slut!" Her mother sounded revolted, but she kept her fingers pressed against her daughter's pussy. The contact drove Bree crazy, and she started to rock her hips back against the older woman's touch. Lilian's cheeks flushed as she watched her daughter wriggle sexily on her lap. Her own cunt began to get hot. She tried to stop herself, but her fingers began to rub gently against Bree's slippery pussy folds. "Mmmm... Mommy..." Bree groaned. Lilian felt sick, but her heart was pounding. Her daughter's voice rang in her ears, and her body burned with an uncontrollable, wicked desire. She pumped her fingers harder, rubbing Bree with increasing purpose. She could hear the squelching noises her fingers were creating, and it made her pussy drool. "Right there, Mommy... Touch me just like that! I'm so close!" Bree groaned. Lilian pushed her fingers inside Bree's pussy, thrusting them back and forth with increasing force. Her daughter was bouncing on her lap now, her hips slapping back against her invading hand. "Take... take your punishment, Sweetie. That's a good girl, now." she stammered. "Oh God... Yes, Mommy! I've been such a bad girl..." Bree groaned. She was surprised when she felt her mother's free hand come crashing down on her ass yet again. The combination of pain and pleasure sent a wicked thrill through her body. Lilian twisted her fingers in and out of her daughter's eager pussy. Her eyes were staring between the girl's thighs, watching intently as her wet cunt lips stretched and gripped her pumping digits. She bit her lip, stifling a horny groan. 'I can't be doing this.' she thought to herself. 'She's my daughter... my little girl...' With each pang of guilt she felt, she brought her hand down on her daughter's ass again. The harsh punishment made part of her feel less disgusted with the way she was behaving. 'I'm just disciplining her...' she convinced herself. 'It's not my fault she's a horny little whore...' Bree was lost in a fog of arousal, writhing desperately on her mother's lap. Her ass jutted out lewdly in her mom's face, and she worked her pussy frantically against the older woman's hand. "I'm going to cum, Mommy... You're... you're going to make your dirty little girl cum!" she whimpered. Her words sent a horrifying thrill through Lilian's body. Bree suddenly threw her head back, her hair whipping against her mother's face. She cried out as her body trembled in orgasm. Lilian could feel the girl's juices shoot out over her hand. "Mmmm... So good... So good, Mommy!" Bree groaned. Her hips continued to gyrate on Lilian's thrusting fingers. Slowly, Bree eased herself off of her mother's lap and knelt on the floor in front of her. "Oh, Mommy... That was so good.. Thank you!" she said dreamily. Lilian stuttered incoherently, not knowing what to say. She sat back in her chair, staring down at her cum covered hand in bewilderment. Bree surprised her by suddenly leaning forward and pressing her soft young lips tightly to the older woman's. Her hand fumbled between Lilian's thighs, pushing up her skirt and delving inside the leg of her panties. Lilian struggled against her daughter, but shivered when she felt the girl's fingers sliding through her dripping pussy. She groaned, opening her lips and letting Bree plunge her tongue between them. Bree took control, pushing her mother back hard in the chair and kissing her passionately. Her fingers pumped frantically in the older woman's snatch. Lilian's hips writhed against the invading fingers, impaling her harder on their excited thrusts. Her daughter held her tightly by the back of the head, pressing their open mouths tightly together. Her tongue lashed hungrily inside her lips. She found the sensation absolutely incredible. Lilian was shaking with need, her pussy pouring cunt juices all over the bottom of the chair. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this aroused- it certainly had never happened with the girls' father. Giving herself completely over to the pleasure, she grabbed her daughter's wrist with both hands and pumped herself frantically on her arm. Bree wrenched her lips from her mother's and watched her writhe desperately on the chair. She hunched down, pistoning her arm as fast and as hard as she possibly could. Sweat poured from the older woman's forehead. She winced painfully as she worked herself on her daughter's wicked fingers. Her chest heaved, her nipples pressing painfully against the inside of her blouse. They ached to be touched, and a desperate Lilian grabbed Bree's free hand clumsily, bringing it to her clothed breast. Bree's eyes lit up as she felt her mom's encouragement. She squeezed her fingers into the pillowy mound with relish. The round flesh moulded inside her palm, and she could feel the nipple boring into her sweaty palm. Lilian suddenly arced her back, her chest jutting forward. Her eyes twisted shut and her jaw stretched open with a strangled wail. Her pussy erupted on her daughter's pummelling hand. Bree's eyes gleamed excitedly as she watched her mom cum. She continued to fuck her eagerly throughout her orgasm. Lilian finally let go of Bree's wrist and slumped down into her seat again. Her head hung over the back of the chair and she gazed dreamily up at the ceiling. Bree pulled her fingers from her mom's pussy with a wet plop. She looked at the cream covered digits and licked her lips, before sucking them greedily into her mouth. Lilian lowered her head finally, and watched her daughter suck her hand clean. Realization slowly pierced the fog in her aroused mind. The reality of what they'd just done came crashing down on her, and her eyes flashed with sudden horror. "Breanna!" she cried, sitting bolt up in her chair. She quickly tried to straighten her skirt, and clamped her legs shut. Anger flashed on her reddened face, and she jumped up to her feet. "Get off the floor, now, young lady!" Bree was surprised by her mother, and stood. "It... It's this kind of behaviour that got you and your sister into this place! How dare you... how dare you rape me like that!" "But, Mom! I..." "But Mom nothing! You get out of my room immediately! GET OUT!" Hurt and confused, Bree started to run for the door. Lilian's face suddenly flickered with fear and she ran after her daughter, grabbing her hard by the wrist. "Ow, Mom!" "You don't breath a word about what happened here to anyone, young lady. Do you understand? Especially your sister. If I find out you told someone what we did, I swear to God you're never getting out of this place, and neither is she!" Bree's eyes welled with tears. She knew she would have to obey. "Alright! I promise I won't tell, I swear!" "Good! Now get out of here!" Lilian shouted, tossing her daughter away. Bree ran sobbing all the way back to her dorm block. She stopped out in the hall, doing her best to calm her panicked breathing. Eventually, she straightened herself up and did her best to compose herself before approaching her dorm room door. Taking a deep breath, she decided it was safe, and stepped inside. Paige hopped off her bed when she saw Bree come in. "Hey, Sis! What was it Mom wanted?" she asked. She walked up to her sister and gave her a tender kiss on the lips. Bree could smell the younger girl's pussy... it was obvious she had been masturbating before her sister's arrival. "Oh... It was nothing. She... she wanted to ask me how you were doing in here. I think she was worried... You always were her baby! I told her you were fine." "Oh. What did she say about letting us out of here?" "Um... Not much. I... I didn't actually get a straight answer out of her." "Oh. Ok, that's cool." Paige said with a shrug. A mischievous grin formed on her lips, and she draped her arms sexily over Bree's shoulders. "You want to role play mom and daughter for a bit?" she asked. Bree hesitated for a second, then bit her lip. "Ok. But you be Mom this time... and I want you to give me a spanking." Paige laughed in surprise and the two sisters melted together in a passionate kiss. They stumbled into the room, falling once again on Bree's well used bed. With visions of their sexy mother, the girls fucked each other furiously for the rest of the night.

[ashavant]

The American University System: Oppressing the non-elite.

So let me get this straight...in the 70's there was a community outcry to lower the amount of tax money that got put towards college tuition for future generations? American tax payers used to cover over 70% of college costs, allowing the young students straight out of highschool the ability to work a minimum wage summer job to literally pay their entire tuition. Those with part time jobs while in school were not very common. This allowed for an ability to succeed without the unnecessary baggage of financial stress and lack of sleep at 18 years old while taking 14+ credits, which for those of you who dont know is a true 40-60 hour work week alone. All of this hard work and achievement paved the way for these kids to enter adulthood as educated, debt free, and with the world at their fingertips. Not to mention, they had the incredible privilege of not having to become a self sufficient adult in the middle of the worst economic crisis since the depression...

Compare that romantic reality to our drastically different reality today. I will use my experiences as an example for this, while probably on the extreme spectrum of experiences, they are valid and carry merit nonetheless. I was always told as a child, "you have to go to college, its not an option" Yet, when i graduated highschool, my parents grew quiet. I grew up in a 5 person household in Orange County, CA (one of the most expensive places to live in the country) in a family who made roughly $40k a year, give or take (thats poverty folx). My step-father was an electrical contractor so income was often spuratic. Anyway, needless to say they had not one penny saved for my college tuition. My parents failed to put a single penny aside for anything regarding my well-being honestly. With no car, no money, no job, and no idea when or how I could recieve a college education, I was kicked out of my parents at 17 years old with nowhere to go. I couch surfed and was able to get a couple jobs, one at a crafts store and one at a sandwhich shop. After 2 long years of working my way out of homelessness, all I wanted was to start college! So, at age 19 I applied for financial aid. However, I was told because I was under 25 I needed my parents tax information. Well, my parents never filed on time and were incredible dodgy with communication. So, after months of going back and forth I ended up paying out of pocket for a full time coarse load at a community college. I was able to work my jobs and pay this, but with nothing left over for rent or food. I ended up getting kicked out of my place, had to apply for foodstamps, and had to start over from square one. Little did I know I would have to wait 5 years before I could finally give college another shot.

I had almost given up the idea of higher education. I was making good money in the food industry at this point and had a nice company car and a great home with an awesome roommate. But then, I met a boy. We traveled the country for three months with his bluegrass band and saw 32 states. Afterwards, we again found ourselves broke and homeless. We hunkered down, worked 80+ hour weeks, saved up, and moved to Portland Oregon, "where young people go to retire". Little did we know, retire would be the LAST thing we did when we got there. Cost of living was rising in Portland, but still nothing compared to Orange County, CA. We got good food jobs and nested for about a year. My boyfriend (we will call him N) got great grades in highschool and high test scores in his exit exams, so in 2014 he chose to get back into school as a Music Composition Major at age 26. His journey is a whole other terrible story. I wanted to return to school so badly, but knew I had to wait until I was old enough to not warrant my parents tax info. Finally, at age 24 I filed my FAFSA and went to a career counselor. I was directed in the career of Civil Engineering. Having no prior knowledge of this career or topic, I dove in blindly headfirst. I chose a community college due to the fact that I barely finished highschool and did not take ant exit exams. To my surprise, I did very well in my college settings. After one year I was able to transfer to a university! Me! I WAS GOING TO A UNIVERSITY! I could not believe it, and was soo excited. I had no clue how hard this would be, not the work, but just surviving through it. I should mention here that I have a mild dissability. I have endometriosis which is a chronic illness linked to hormones, ovarian cysts, and all that jazz which can result in disabling pain and in my case an emergency surgery from time to time. I also suffer from a mild form of PTSD. So, with those alone handling high stress loads can be very hard on my mental and physical well being.

Ok, so I was a 24 year old first generation college student (first person in my family to go to college) disabled lower class person wanting a higher education. Seems logical right? Well, once I got accepted to the university, I chose to change my major to Architecture, I had taken an intro class for general ed and fell inlove. My beginning of my first year was great! Lots of lectures and reading. Aside from my tuition multiplying literally 3x from my community college tuition which did not affect my financial aid disbursement, I was fairly stress free. Now keep in mind, my partner and I are both working 20-30 hour weeks to make ends meet while taking 12-14 credits. Its basically having 2 full time jobs. Anyway, the last term of my first year came around-my first studio class. I was so excited! Time to actually do architecture! I got the syllabus and was told was supplies were needed to be successful in the class. I was also told that doing all of the requirements for the assignment would result in a C grade, if any grade above that was desired extra work had to be put in. I thought, no biggie, bring it on. The next thing she said was, "absolutely no sleeping in the studio!" Thats when I had a feeling I was gonna be in trouble. After class I went to the art store got my supplies. I almost started crying as they read my total to me: "$682.80, please." And that was with my student discount and not including all of the future supplies I would need just for that term, which I will tell you now after all the drawings and models ended up being about $2,000. That is a whole lot. These studio classes also require many all-nighters just to have enough time to complete the assignments. Many times, due to having to work outside of school I could not complete my assignments or had to do them with less craft and care than I would like just to turn it in. This year, I recieved less in financial aid, my rent has gone up significantly, tuition went up, and there are new grade requirements: if you get anything less than a B-, youre immediately dropped from the school of Architecture. So, not completing assignments isnt an option anymore. This last term costed my much less money, but once I told my instructor I was out of money, his response was, "well, this is Architecture school." What the fuck am I supposed to do with that!? A roll of Velum (drafting design paper) costs $50-$70 pencils are $2 a piece, models cost like $100 each, the list of tools go on and on. I am already paying $10k a year for tuition, ensuring at the very least $70k of debt including my masters degree which you need to get your Architecture license. And at least $100k with the $500 a month I need to borrow a month for rent. I should not need to add thousands more of that for supplies my school should be providing. And this insane pressure of pulling all nighters to get done the amount of assignments it would take us to do in a whole week last term in 2 days!

The moral of this very long story is that college is not meant for those of us trying to climb the life ladder. Its meant for the already elite. Its meant for kids right out of highschool with parents who make enough money to pay their tuition, their rent, their whole lives! Meant for kids who travel to Europe for the summer instead of working 60 hours a week to make up for the money lost during school cuz you physically cannot work more than 25 hours. Its meant for kids who can call their mommies and complain about how mean their teacher is, not for those of us who cry every night about being afraid of ending up back on the streets in the snap of a finger. Its meant for kids who can work and think about school all day every day, not those of us preoccupied with being able to pay all of our bills and being able to afford food and health insurance.

HOWEVER, even if you are like me, worse, or better, YOU CAN DO IT! I have a damn 3.7 GPA. I may only get 3 hours of sleep a lot, cry almost weekly, probably have lost years of my life due to stress, and feel scared for my health, but shit IM FUCKING DOOOOIN IT! Even though our government, or school presidents, and pretty much everyone in power disagrees, you are so worth it and you are so capable of success no matter how much harder you have to work than everyone else. Because we have to work so much harder now, we will get to party that much harder when we make it. I WILL GRADUATE IN SPITE OF THE SYSTEM! I WILL SUCCEED IN SPITE OF THE SYSTEM! I WILL CHANGE THE FUCKING WORLD CUZ I AM A BADASS AND CAN DO ANYTHING YOU PRIVELEDGED FUCKS CAN DO, JUST BETTER!