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sageispunk · 3 months ago

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red lipstick (18+)

↳ "Don't let your husband stop you from finding the love of your life"

pairing: Maintenance Man! Terry Richmond x blackOC! Alisha Bryce

wordcount: 2.2k

warnings: infidelity, oral sex (m receiving), use of handcuffs, switch! Terry & OC, Daddy kink, lipstick kink, messy bjs, pouty desperate!Terry bc I wanted to

A/N: this is like basically a random part for this AU I've been fixated on for a minute, still not sure if I want to do chronological series or just a bunch of loosely connected oneshots but I'll figure that out l8rrrrr!!! lmk in the comments if you enjoyed this, also pls like + reblog, feel free to follow my notif blog @sageispunklibrary for updates!!!

“C’mon baby, you can do better than that.”

Alisha kept her gaze on the man, down on her knees in the fancy, red, low-cut dinner dress he’d bought for tonight. The lights were low and her mouth was full, throat nearly stuffed with her lover’s manhood. He sat on her sofa, leaned back with his bare thighs spread apart on the orange velvet, one arm thrown across the back as if he owned the place.

Terry was big–thick and long, unforgiving. She held her hands together down in front of her, wrists bound together by the fuzzy black cuffs he found while peeking through her nightstand drawer earlier in the day, as new as the day she bought them.

She hummed as she took most of him down her throat, leaving only about an inch of his warm brown skin exposed to the chilled air. She could tell that wasn’t enough for Terry, not right now at least. He was desperate, aching for a release and she would be just that.

She felt his hand on the back of her head loosely tangle itself in her long brown locs, fingertips lightly massaging into her scalp. With a sigh from her nose, she closed her eyes and relaxed herself, allowing him to stroke his hips up into her throat, bringing her precious cherry-tinted lips just a little closer to his base each time. Saliva dribbled out from the corners of her mouth, dripping down off her chin and onto his heavy balls. She could feel her thighs sticking together, the heat between them building with each passing second.

“You can do it, mama…take Daddy’s dick down that throat…”

His sweet, daunting voice echoed in her mind, keeping her grounded in the moment. She loved it when he talked to her like this, so rough and dominating–manly. Not to mention using the handcuffs that had been sitting in her drawer for months, brand new and awaiting the perfect opportunity. Now, her dreams were being fulfilled. It was everything she was missing with Isaiah, and that fact only made her more eager to please him, pushing herself to her limits every time they fucked, and then some.

“Look at me, Lisha.”

Terry watched as she obeyed his command, breathless as he took in the scene before him. This perfect, nasty, brown-eyed beauty kneeling for him, worshiping his dick like it was all she’d ever needed. All that consumed her mind, day and night. He knew that it was, the same feelings growing within her and dictating her every move, he felt in himself. They were on the same level again, and he’d be damned if another motherfucker got in between them after this.

He couldn’t help the moans that evaded him as she finally throated his entire length, not breaking eye contact as she nuzzled her nose into his trimmed pubes. For over twelve years, the man’s life had been structured around maintaining self-control and mental strength, but there was nothing or no one on this planet that made him feel as weak as Alisha did in this very moment.

His bottom lip found itself clenched tightly between his pearly whites, a crease growing between his eyebrows while he took everything she gave him. She pulled up off his dick, slowly sliding back up with red lips, glossy with spit and precum.

“I missed you.”

Alisha didn’t plan to say those words, but her nerves were soothed when he reciprocated the statement, his gruff voice hitting her ears and vibrating through her chest. She loved the strain in his voice, in his eyes, knowing that she had his tough exterior breaking down made her feel…powerful. On top of the world.

Terry’s other hand came to her cheek, caressing her gently as he stared into her eyes, slightly pouting at the sight of his rock hard dick standing up right next to her face.

He subconsciously made it jump, stealing her attention away. She watched it twitch in front of her, a hungry look growing in her dark eyes as her mouth watered. She needed to feel him stretch her again, her lips, her jaw, her throat. She just needed him inside again.

Alisha leaned forward and her pink tongue darted out, licking a slow trail up the vein on the underside of his dick. She circled the tip of her tongue around the throbbing head, specifically avoiding his needy, leaking hole. Terry groaned from above, losing his restraint the more she avoided his most sensitive spot. His head was filled with nothing but echoes of pleas, anguished cries for her to relieve him. All he needed was her tongue.

She smiled, watching his thighs flex and feeling the grip of his fingers tighten in her roots. She pressed her lips against the tip, firm enough to leave a smudge of red lipstick against the brown flesh. A mark of her love. Craning her neck down, she aimed for a new spot: his balls, heavy and full of cum that he’d reserved for her and her only. Over three weeks apart and he found that nothing matched his freak quite like she did…not even his own hand would suffice.

Terry bucked his hips up when he felt her soft, sticky lips on his sack, leaving yet another beautiful stain. “Lishaaa, fuck!”

He was supposed to be the one in charge at this moment, yet he felt like he had the least power, even with Alisha in handcuffs. He threw his head back, a loud groan escaping his lips as he found himself writhing, unable to take the teasing. This girl had his goddamn toes curling just from kissing on his balls.

“Look at me, Terry.”

Her sweet voice met his ears, gentle and delicate, with a hint of deception laced into her words. He returned his gaze to the woman, seeking some sort of solace in her deep brown orbs. As big and tough as he was, he was not prepared at all for how Alisha wanted to play with him tonight. For the last couple weeks, all he’d fantasized about was breaking her down all across her place…leaving his mark on her, in her, all around her.

But here she was, beating him right to it.

Alisha sat up on her knees a bit, not bothering to fix the cleavage spilling from her dress before leaning forward to plant her lips on the skin near his hip. They both stared at her nearly perfect lip print, eyes low and full of want. “Baby–”

“Take these cuffs off me, Terry. Let me take care of you like you take care of me, please.”

Terry paused, searching her eyes for any hints of mischief but he came up short. Sitting forward on the sofa, he brought his hands down in between them, pulling hers up into his lap. He clasped both her wrists with his left hand, using his right to take his chain off, a shiny silver key dangling in front of her greedy eyes like the world’s last golden ticket.

It was as if time slowed down, the air seemed thick and heavy, a cloud of desire extinguishing any sense of hesitation in the pair. They both watched as the key slid inside, twisting and releasing the lock with a soft click. The cuffs fell to the floor but Alisha’s hands remained, suspended in his hold. Terry’s eyes came back up to meet hers, intense and unrelenting as he pulled her closer.

He swallowed down her gasp when their lips met, his eyes fluttering shut as he relished in both the softness and the slight taste of himself. Terry’s tongue wriggled into her mouth, passionately dancing with hers in a battle for dominance. They moaned into one another, lips melding together seamlessly, a reminder of how perfect they are together.

Alisha pulled her hands from his grasp, slowly so as not to be noticed. Her slender fingers found his length, stiff and weeping for her. A thumb lightly tapped the stickiness on the head, and she grinned into the kiss at his sudden twitching. She rubbed light circles on it, attentive to the way his mouth began to fall open as she pulled back from the kiss, not bothering to slow her movements on his delicate tip. Her left hand fell back to his balls, holding them and only slightly squeezing the warm sack in her palm, just as she’d wanted to earlier.

“Does that feel good?”

His nod was barely noticeable, but she caught it. Just as well as she caught the quiver in his bottom lip when she squeezed just a bit tighter.

She kneeled down between his thighs again, bringing her face back closer to what she’d needed most. Not wanting to waste anymore time keeping him on the edge, she dived in, removing her thumb and replacing it with her hot tongue. She reached her right hand up to one of his small brown nipples, rubbing his own stickiness from her thumb into the hardened bud. Terry’s body jerked up, attempting to crumble in on itself while her hungry tongue swirled around his tip. “Ohh shiiiiitttt, Lish, please, fuck!”

Her head dropped into his lap, her other hand coming up to rest on his thigh while his dick slid into her throat with much more ease than before. She bobbed up and down, savoring his taste on her tongue and his cries in her ears. She felt so in control, taking him down to the hilt each time, moaning and drooling around his thickness like a slut.

“Baby, that shit feels–mmmm–so motherfuckin’ good, I swear to god…” Terry groaned out, his brain growing fuzzier while she went down on him like she’d been starving for his dick. She gagged and slurped and hummed around him, all the while looking up at him with those perfect, teary eyes– like a wet dream come to life. His big hands gripped the edges of the sofa while he tried to hold on to the little bit of self-control he had left.

Alisha came up once more, letting him fall out of her mouth before she refocused her attention on his balls. Both hands wrapped around his dick, steadily jerking him as she sucked and licked on his sack, not caring to wipe away the spit across her cheeks and chin. She was being messy and nasty and she didn’t give a fuck about embarrassing herself because she knew that Terry was loving this side of her as much as she did.

He palmed his face, cursing under his breath as he felt himself at the edge once again. His legs trembled as he tried to hold on, to savor the feeling of her hands and her mouth on him again after so long. There was nothing he needed more but to be surrounded in her warmth, physically and emotionally. He longed to be this close to her, this vulnerable with her, always.

She released his balls with a gentle pop!, continuing to jerk him off with both hands from the base to the tip. “Cum for me, daddy…” She stared into his eyes, finding herself lost in them, in him. “I need to taste you, please.”

Terry relaxed as her soft whispers hit his ears, the combination of her dirty words and the yearning that was revealed in her eyes helping him over that peak. “Lisha, I’m–”

She quickly put her mouth on the head as he tensed up underneath her, both his cries and her moans filling the room. The taste of his nut on her tongue had her nearly cumming herself, her thighs subconsciously grinding together as she listened to his whining above.

“Oh my god, ohmyfucking–fuckkkk…” Terry’s usual rough, baritone voice was higher now, sweet and shaky as he panted out and emptied himself in her. His vision was teary but he tried to stay focused on Alisha between his thighs. She took everything that he gave her, slowing her hands down on his dick while swallowing down nearly every drop of his seed. The filthiest image of tonight seared itself into his mind when she smiled up at him, licking the spare cum off her fingers with more smeared on her plump pink lips.

She giggled softly, watching the big man come back down to Earth, his dick softening back to its usual form. His gaze was soft now, the love he felt for her shining right through his long eyelashes. As the intensity of the moment calmed down, she became more aware of her sore knees on the carpet, but especially her bare, aching pussy underneath her dress. Terry noticed her shifting and immediately straightened up, leaning forward to pull her up into his lap. “C’mere, love..” She sat on his left thigh with her legs stretched out across his right, burying her face into his neck. “You did a good job, baby…made me feel so good, thank you.”

He spoke his praises into her hair in between kisses, rubbing a large hand up and down her exposed back. She sunk into the feeling, head still hazy but paying more attention now to what her body craved from him. Terry gently laced his fingers in her locs, pulling back to find her eyes again.

“You gon’ let me take care of you now?”

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sttoru · 1 year ago

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toji taking care of newborn megumi while reader sleeps?

⟣ tags. dad!toji x female reader. fluff. gumi isnt rlly a newborn but we ball. use of curse words teehee

“tch—i’m really regretting buyin’ this thing.” toji was running out of patience as he reads the instructions on the piece of paper in his hands. it was all so vague; he’s questioning himself for even trying to figure this stuff out in the first place.

the small coos and babbles coming from megumi sound throughout the living room, the baby sitting in the pillow fort that his dad made him. the correct name would actually be ‘pillow jail’, since the fort wasn’t built for megumi’s entertainment—it was mainly to keep the little boy confined so toji could peacefully work on setting up the playhouse.

your husband was so intensly focused on putting the playhouse together to the point that he didn’t even notice the little thief escaping his self-made jail.

megumi was crawling on his hands and knees, his palms making soft ‘pat’ sounds as they came in contact with the cold floor, pouty lips forming a smile as he crawled his way over to his dad. toji had his back facing megumi, giving the kid a good opportunity to sneak up on him.

“fuck.” toji curses idly as his hand slipped and his finger bumped against his own face. not thinking much about that slip-up, the man continues to put the parts together, until he feels something tugging at his shirt from behind.

toji glances down and spots his son trying to climb up on his back—the journey up to toji’s broad shoulders was like climbing a mountain for such a little thing.

“phack!” the cute voice from below repeats what it has heard with confidence. megumi used all of his strength to reach up to his dad’s shoulders, repeating the used swear word proudly, a series of ‘phack! phack! phack!’ echoing louder in toji’s ears with each movement upwards.

the kid eventually reaches his destination, head placed right next to toji’s, chubby arms circling around his dad’s neck—basically hanging on for dear life.

toji wasn’t even concerned about megumi repeating that bad word over and over. how his son had managed to break free from his confinement was of more importance. his green eyes land on the destroyed pillow fort behind his back and your husband couldn’t help but chuckle. almost proudly.

“i see y’re already outsmarting your dad, kiddo.” toji grins, one hand coming up to stabilise megumi on his back. the baby looks over his father’s shoulder, seemingly inspecting what he was building. toji sighs as his free hand holds onto the piece of paper that included the instructions; “maybe ya could’ve even helped me build this shitty thing if ya knew how to read.”

“sjiddy!”

it was as if megumi was purposely only picking out the curse words. toji chuckles at this and—unlike any other parent—encourages his child to continue for his own entertainment.

“mhm—tha’s right. repeat after me, son.” the dark-haired man nods with a smug grin and points at the half-built playhouse, making sure megumi knew what he was talking about, “that thing is shitty.”

“sjiddy! sjiddy!” the kid repeats loudly and giggles as his father ruffles his hair afterwards in a ‘job-well-done’ manner.

“good boy.” toji laughs softly, moving megumi over to his lap so it’d be more comfortable for the both of them, “y’r momma is gonna kill me if she hears you say such things, though.”

megumi tilts his head up until it rested against toji’s torso, big eyes glancing at the face hovering on top of his; “mama? mama ‘eepy.”

“no, mama isn’t.”

toji freezes in place, megumi gasps in delight. you had awoken from your nap and decided to check in on your husband and son whom you had left alone for a few hours.

and, apparently, you couldn’t leave toji and megumi alone without it ending in your kid picking up on his dad’s bad habits.

you put your hands on your hips and glared at toji. he knew what time it was and he was not about to sit through another lecture. the last time you gave him an earful, he had to sit and listen to you scold him for almost an hour.

“shit.. gotta run.” toji immediately grabs tightly onto megumi, gets up and prepares to flee—not even realising that he cursed. again.

“sjit!” megumi giggles happily, the boy just having fun as his dad runs around with him, unaware of the reason nor of the meaning behind the words he was repeating.

“mama shit!” toji’s eyes widened as he heard megumi combine the two words; mama—megumi’s favourite word—and shit, the bad word your son had just learnt.

your husband knew that that would only increase your fury more and thus shushes his kid while running around the house—your quick footsteps just meters behind them;

“crap. shut it, megumi.”

“crap! dada crap!”

“…”

guess he had it coming.

#ෆ : parenting 101.#jjk x reader #toji x reader #jjk fluff #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x you #jjk x you #toji fluff #jjk fic

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christophersgf · 6 months ago

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ᯓ★ Jealous Boy

WARNINGS:| smut, p in v, daddy kink, sir kink, breeding kink, pet names, choking, spanking, idk prob more. NOT PROOF READ

request from:| @sturnslxt

dom!matt x fem!reader

“Sweetheart why would you post that? Basically all of your comments are guys complementing you and telling you how hot you are.” Matt said while towering over you.

“ I didn’t really think it was that big of a deal, it’s just pictures of me in a bikini. I’ve literally posted pics of me and you at the beach while I was in a bikini, you didn’t complain about it then so why does it matter now?” you asked him your voice laced with attitude.

His hand on your waist slid up your body, his fingers wrapping around your throat applying a slight pressure. “ Is my attention not enough for you? Is that why you posted the pictures, cause you’re an attention seeking whore?”

“Aww matty are you jealous? Maybe i should dm one of those guys who called me hot, i bet they fuck better than you.”

“Watch your fucking mouth. Since you wanna act like such a slut you’re gonna get fucked like one, understood?”

“Y-yes sir”

“Strip and lay on your stomach”

You did as he said eager to see what he does next.

You hear the rattling of his belt before you feel a sharp pain against your ass causing you to flinch and let out a moan.

“M-Matt it’s too much” you whine tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You reach your arm back to grab his wrist.

“Shut the fuck up and move your hand. Yk the safe word, ya”

He took his belt and tied your wrist together.

“Lift your hips” he said placing a pillow under you.

He grabbed his cock running his tip through your folds. He lined himself up with your dripping entrance putting just the tip in and then taking it out multiple times.

You couldn’t take his teasing anymore, he put the tip in once more and this time you pushed your hips all the way back your pussy basically swallowing his dick.

“Such a desperate whore” he said while thrusting his hips forward.

He pushed himself all the way in without letting you get used to his thickness. He wrapped his hand around your throat silencing your broken moans.

“You still think you can find someone to fuck you better than I can?”

“No sir. O-only you can make me feel this good daddy.”

His tip repeatedly kissed your cervix causing you to arch your back. Moans echoed through the room and your ears started ringing.

You feel your walls tightening around him as his thrusts get sloppy. With the way you were squeezing him he wasn’t gonna last much longer.

“You like my cock being buried into your tight walls?”

“F-fuckkk yes, f-feels so good”

Your eyes rolled back as you let out a pornographic moan. “I-I’m so close”

“You like when I fuck you dumb ma? You look so pretty falling apart underneath me”

“ M-Matt please, needa cum.”

“Fuck let go f’me ma, cum all over my cock.”

Matt continued his thrust feeling his own orgasm approaching. He came deep inside you thrusting a few more times fucking his kids deep inside you.

“Fucked my kids nice and deep into ya. Gonna make the prettiest babies ever mamas.”

“M-mhm, love when you fill me up with your cum.”

“Yea ma, you’re gonna be such a good mommy one day.”

TAGLIST:| @immattsslut, @madisturn, @musicizlife, @sturnluvs, @lilo7sworld

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falafelluva · 2 months ago

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Hiya!!! I was wondering if you could write kenan being a girl dad. Like he come back from training with flowers for you and your daughter, and he cuddles both of you on the sofa (like being real cute)

Not sure if that makes sense 😂😂😂

Thank youuuu. x

; 𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - 𝘬.𝘺𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘻 ✮

summary: the req basically

warnings: x

author’s note: it made sense to me dw bae🫡, I hope that this is something close to what u wanted 😔👍😔👍

Kenan’s footsteps echoed softly in the hallway as he entered, balancing two small bouquets behind his back with a grin. It had been a tough day of training, but he knew exactly how to lift everyone’s spirits, especially his girls.

He spotted you on the couch, comfortably tucked under a cozy blanket, while little Leila was sprawled out on the floor, surrounded by crayons and her latest coloring project.

The moment the door clicked shut, Leila’s head popped up. Her eyes sparkled when she saw Kenan standing there with something hidden behind his back.

She pushed herself up, a huge smile already spreading across her face as she ran toward him, her small feet pattering excitedly across the floor.

“Baba! What’s behind your back?” she asked, practically bouncing on her toes.

Kenan crouched down to her level, bringing his hands forward to reveal the bouquet of daisies, her favorite flowers. Her face lit up, and she gasped, holding her hands out as he handed the flowers to her.

“Did you pick these, Baba?” she asked, clutching the daisies as if they were the most beautiful treasure she’d ever seen.

Kenan grinned, ruffling her hair. “Ja, of course. Just for you,” he said with a wink, knowing it would make her day to believe he’d hand-picked each one.

Leila turned, skipping toward the coffee table to place the daisies in a little cup of water she’d set aside. To her, it was the perfect vase, and she arranged the flowers with the utmost care.

As Kenan walked over to you, he brought out the second bouquet, a lovely bunch of your favorite flowers.

leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead as you accepted them, a warm smile spreading across your face.

“They’re beautiful, Kenan. Thank you,” you whispered, inhaling their sweet scent.

After a quick shower and change, Kenan joined you both in the living room. He settled onto the couch beside you, letting out a contented sigh as he stretched his long legs.

Leila soon noticed, bringing over her coloring book to show him the rainbow-colored picture she’d just finished. She held it up proudly, and Kenan took it, examining each detail like it was a masterpiece in an art gallery.

“Look at this, mama!” he said with mock-seriousness. “Did you see how talented our Leila is?”

You smiled, reaching over to hold the drawing. “Wow, Leila, that’s amazing! You’ve got an eye for colors.”

Leila’s grin widened, but her moment of pride was short-lived. Her face shifted as she noticed Kenan’s legs stretched out comfortably in her path.

She furrowed her brow and placed her hands on his knee, trying to push it out of her way.

“Baba, move,” she huffed, growing a little impatient. “You’re in my way!”

Kenan chuckled, feigning a sigh as he adjusted his legs. “Alright, alright. I was just trying to cuddle mama.” He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer.

Leila’s eyes narrowed, and she stepped between the two of you, folding her arms. “That’s my mama,” she declared, her face set in a look of stubborn resolve.

Kenan raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by her seriousness. “Oh, really? She’s my wife, you know,” he teased, leaning in as if to prove his point by giving you an exaggerated kiss on the cheek.

Leila, not backing down, placed her hands on her hips. “I don’t care! Mama loves me more.”

Kenan gasped, clutching his chest as if wounded. “Are you serious? Without me, you wouldn’t even be here, Leila. I was here first!”

Leila wasn’t impressed. She tilted her head, giving him a deadpan look. “I don’t care,” she said defiantly. “Mama loves me.”

With an exaggerated pout, Kenan turned away, his back to her, as if deeply heartbroken. “Fine, then. Guess I’ll just sit here… all alone. I’m sad now,” he mumbled, crossing his arms dramatically.

You bit back a laugh, giving Leila a pointed look, trying not to break character.

“Leila, look,” you said, pretending to be concerned. “I think you made Baba sad…”

Leila’s resolve started to waver as she watched her father’s back, his shoulders drooping in mock sadness. Her eyes softened, and she shuffled closer, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“Baba, don’t be sad,” she murmured, wrapping her little arms around him in a tender hug.

Kenan couldn’t keep up the act any longer, and he turned, scooping her up in his arms.

“Ah, that’s better! You know I can’t stay sad when I have meine Prinzessin here to cheer me up.” (My princess)

Leila giggled as Kenan began peppering her face with kisses, each one making her laugh harder, her little arms clutching onto him as he tickled her sides. Her laughter filled the room, a sound so pure and joyful it warmed your heart.

After a while, Leila’s giggles subsided, and she just rests against his chest, catching her breath. Kenan wrapped an arm around you as well, pulling you close until the three of you were cuddled together on the couch, a tangle of arms and legs and love.

Leila rested her head on his chest, one hand still clutching her crayon, her eyelids growing heavy.

Kenan leaned over, brushing a soft kiss to your forehead and then to Leila’s hair. “I love you, both of you,” he whispered, his voice filled with warmth.

You nestled into his side, resting your head on his shoulder. “We love you too, Kenan. You’re our everything.”

#kenan yildiz x reader

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natashaslesbian · 7 months ago

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For You

Summary: You’ve been going through a rough patch with your moms for a while, after a big argument you finally tell them how you feel.

Word Count: 1.2k

Parings: (Wandanat x Daughter!Reader)

Warnings: none I believe :)

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The walls shook as you slammed your bedroom door shut, the tell tale sign of another fight with your moms. Most teenagers have arguments with their parents, who usually have high expectations of them. But being the daughter of the Black Widow and the Scarlett Witch meant that your expectations were set much higher. Growing up your moms were your best friends, you spent every second with them, it was the three of you against the world. You had a magical childhood and all your school friends were jealous of your home life, however after your 13th birthday Natasha and Wanda decided that it was time for you to start training alongside Peter. It was nothing extreme, a few hours a week in the gym and some basic self defence. As Peter progressed you soon fell behind, not only disappointing your teammates but also your mothers.

You let out a sigh as you slumped down onto your bed, rolling over to face the wall incase of any unwelcome visitors. You replayed the row in your head, Natasha’s words loud and clear in your mind. “Why can’t you be more like Peter, he’s doing so well, he puts so much work into his training, he’s not lazy like you!” She had shouted across the room. That was your final straw. If only they knew the effort you held within you, they just didn’t care about it as it had nothing to do with being an avenger. As a kid you loved to draw and paint, and as you got older it became a favourite hobby. At first your moms would take your cute little drawings and put them around the compound to be admired but as they transitioned back into work and long missions they didn’t really have the time to appreciate your art anymore and very quickly they forgot about your favourite activity.

A knock at the door arrived as another tear slipped down your cheek. “Go away” you huffed. Shortly after came a gentle click of your door. “Who said you could come in?” You asked. Your mom didn’t say anything just yet, she simply walked over to your bed and took a seat next to you. “Y/n” Wanda said “I- I’m sorry. I hate when we fight kiddo” she said as she reached for your hair. “Mama started it” you replied as you pushed away her touch. “Baby mama didn’t mean what she said. We had words after you left and she knows she was wrong, she’s gone for a walk to calm down” your mom said as she shuffled closer. “And I know that I was wrong too” she said, causing you to look up at her. “I shouldn’t have shouted like I did” Wanda said with a hint of guilt in her eyes. Your mom never usually shouted at you, she was normally the calm one although still echoing everything your mama was saying.

Wanda’s vulnerability made you think for a moment. You had always hidden how you truly felt, putting on a tough act so you didn’t disappoint your moms even further. When Wanda had come to see you, you were prepared for round two with her. But the delicacy she had entered the room with caused something in you to shift. “Why am I not good enough for you and mama?” You cried out, the sight breaking Wanda’s heart. “Baby don’t say that!” Your mom cooed as she pulled you up into her embrace “you are good enough for us darling” she said. “You just want me to be like Peter” you sobbed “you’d rather him be your kid” you tried to push away from Wanda’s hold, but she tightened her grip around you, “we don’t think that y/n” she said. “I know I’m not as good as him at combat and weapons and stuff but I am good at other things! Why can’t you see that? I’m trying so hard to make you proud of me but nothing I ever do is good enough!” You cried.

Without realising, a second pair of arms had been wrapped around you, a steady hand was trailing through your hair. “Mama?” You mumbled as you looked up to see her green eyes. “I’m never gonna be good enough for you am I?” You said as you melted into her arms. Natasha had been stood outside your room for a few minuets listing to yours and Wanda’s conversation. She felt so guilty when she heard what you said and came running to your side, crying along with you. “Oh my little spider, look at me” Nat said as she cupped your cheeks, bringing your gaze towards her. “I promise you’re enough baby girl, I’m so sorry I made you feel like you weren’t. Your mom and I are so proud of you but we’ve been blinded by our own want for you to become an agent. But it’s not what you want is it?” She asked. You looked at her confused for a moment, finally starting to calm down again. “Your artwork” Natasha whispered.

“Mama you remembered?” You asked. “Of course we did sweetie” Natasha said “baby you’re a fantastic little artist we loved when you used to bring us all your drawings” Wanda said as she brushed your hair back from your face. “But I thought you didn’t care anymore, you just wanted me to focus on being an avenger” you cried “you never had any time for me” you mumbled as you laid in your moms arms. “You’re right baby girl and mama and I are so sorry” Wanda said as she kissed your forehead. “Y/n being an agent and an anger is all your mom and I have ever known” Natasha said “we’ve not put being mothers first and we know that now. We thought we were putting you first by pushing you into training but we weren’t and we are so sorry” she finished. You sat up so both your moms could see you, you took a deep breath as you prepared to tell them the truth “mom, mama” you whispered “I don’t wanna be an avenger” you cried out “I’m sorry” your moms both scooped you up immediately, both now crying with you.

“We know that now sweetie” Wanda calmly said “you don’t have to be sorry” she said. “I don’t wanna disappoint you” you mumbled as you wiped your nose “dekta you could never disappoint us” Natasha said “this is your life and you’re old enough now to decide how you want to live it, all we want is for you to be happy” your mama said. It was like a breath of fresh air had hit your bedroom, everything you had wanted to say was finally out in the open. “I think I know what I wanna do” you said looking up at your moms “what is it darling?” Wanda asked “after I finish school, I wanna go to college, to study art. Is that ok?” You sheepishly asked. “Oh y/n of course it is” Natasha said “it might be expensive though” you frowned “well that’s what uncle Tony is for” Your mama giggled “and besides we’ve got some money put away from you, it’s plenty enough to get you where you need to be” Wanda said “really?” You asked, trying hard to hide your excitement. “Really baby” Natasha said “whatever you need, we’ll sort, we’re your moms and that’s our job” Wanda said as she ran her hand under your chin. “I love you mom” you said to Wanda “I love you mama” you said to Natasha.

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luvvixu · 1 year ago

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satoru's little contentment

content: husband!gojo, reader has a son with him along with megs and miki, the beef between megs and toru is real you can't argue with me, teeth-rotten ig?, i'm having a baby fever for a while now huhu, blaming my gf cuz she keeps on showing me baby vids on tiktok—now i want one... not proofread, too lazy, maybe later lmaoaoa

nothing makes gojo satoru content other than seeing his own family here with him.

like at this moment, his family were just hanging around in the gojo estate garden where it used to be boring but now there's a life into it after marrying you. and you, who has a deep love for gardening stuff, you decided to give the house a makeover.

"these are the water lilies that mama planted when she was pregnant with you." with your son in your embrace, you pointed the different types of plants you personally plant.

satsuri was amazed by the colorful plants while you watched the carbon copy of your husband's blue eyes glisten in awe. your heart melts when you see your son tries to communicate with you with his babbles and hand gestures.

planting a kiss on his fluffy cheeks, you couldn't help but to let out a laugh on how adorable your son is. "ooh. i can't wait for the two of us to plant together! we could fill this whole estate with plants and even flowers!" you squeal.

your son tries to wiggle himself free as he would like to be down for a moment and play with nature, or should you say.

satsuri ran around while satoru, who was casually sitting under the tree, watched his loving wife and his adorable son grab some stones using his small tiny hands and give them to his mother, seemingly asking if he could eat them.

"baby, we cannot eat those." your giggly voice echoes in his ears pleasingly. your baby sensed something that was against his will as his lips formed into a pout and was about to cry when you immediately picked him up to console your poor baby.

"these are rocks." you grabbed the stone on his hand, gently tapping his skin using it. "see? these are hard and sharp too. one stone could hurt you, it could hurt you more if you eat it." you tried to explain it to your son well. sadly, he still didn't buy it.

satsuri let out a wail, tears are also now streaming alongside his face. being a protective mom you are, you immediately console your son while walking towards your husband to also ask for some assistance.

"oh no, my little tough guy is crying. did mama fight you? don't worry, your amazing dad will avenge you." satoru takes his son into his hold, cradling him while giving you a meaningful look.

"hush your trap, why would i even fight my own baby?" you snarl at your husband who was just laughing at your expression. satoru knows you hate it when you're making your child cry. although it is something that you should get used to in order for your child to grow morally, not spoiled.

satoru then looked down at satsuri who was now calm after being cradled in his father's embrace. everytime he would look into his son, he would always say in his mind that they were right — you were right, satsuri is really a carbon copy of him.

the only feature that his son inherited from you is a streak portion of your hair color on the side of satsuri's hair. then the rest, it resembles him.

on the contrary, satoru wished satsuri wouldn't inherit his ignorant, nuisance, troublemaker, and hard headed personality when he was way back younger. the man specifically doesn't want his son to experience the things he does inside the jujutsu world.

basically, all he could have wished and asked for is that satsuri must have inherited your soft, kind, and loving personality. those every trait of yours that made him fall in love with you. and now, that got him staring at his son for too long, hoping that satsuri would grow just like you.

hell, if he could only forbid his son to avoid being a sorcerer, then he would! but he knows in the end that satsuri would be the one who will decide his faith.

"oh, it's three in the afternoon. it's my turn to pick up gumi and miki." suddenly, you wake him up from his daydreaming session. with a hump, you stand up along with satoru.

"let's pick them up together. it would be nice to see satsuri pick up his siblings too." satoru suggested and you liked the idea. without any further, you two head to your car and drive away. you are the driver right now, of course.

"mom!"

as soon as you exit the car, you see tsumiki waving and smiling at you as you watch her skip her way towards you with megumi trailing behind her.

you kneel down to greet them in your arms. "hi, my babies! how's school?" you asked them, still giving the two your big warm hugs.

"it was fine. my friends and i gossip a lot during our break time and i can't wait to share it with you." you are tsumiki's number two gossip buddy (satoru is the first one, definitely) since both of you are female. most likely, there were times where only the two of you would understand since it's a girls thing.

"how about you, gumi?"

"just a normal one." your other baby boy answered, megumi is still wrapping his arms around your body as you sensed the fatigue in his voice.

"come on, let's head back to the car." you're about to stand up but megumi still refuses to let go. smiling to yourself, you know what he wants so you picked him up and carried him in your arms.

immediately, megumi planted his face on the crook of your neck while tsumiki volunteered to carry his bag — what a sweet girl.

"my sweet gumi must be very tired. do you want me to set up a futon in the backseat?" you cooed.

"yes please." megumi snuggles like a kitten in your embrace, making you smile and giggles at his cute tactics.

tsumiki giggles too at his brother's behavior. both of you know megumi was more fond of you among all. ever since satoru bought them home, megumi finds himself getting more attached to you and sees you as his mother figure.

the three of you proceed to the car. as tsumiki opened the door, she was greeted by a man and baby's voice who seemed to be laughing.

"tsuri! you're here!" tsumiki's face instantly grew brighter at the sight of her little brother. while megumi, his head instantly shot up from your shoulder at the sound of his other brother's name mentioned.

"hello satsuri." despite the sleepiness in his voice, there's still a hint of excitement in his voice.

"hey! i was here too!" the other baby — i mean, satoru pouted when his two children didn't even bother to greet him the way they greet satsuri.

megumi instantly snarls at satoru while tsumiki was kind enough to greet him with the same energy. your husband raises his eyebrows when he realizes that megumi was literally clinging on to you, again.

satoru doesn't have a problem with that, but there's a time when megumi would literally steal your attention away from him when it's just both of you. he just feels that megumi was doing it on purpose. behind his back, he knew megumi would smirk at him or even stick his tongue in his face.

"megs, i'm going to bring you down for a moment. i'll just set up the futon for you and tsumiki." when you get approval from your son, you bring him down and start to do your thing with the help of your husband, of course

you saw your three children playing with each other near the car. you told them not to go far away or they'll get into an accident.

"say, i'm not really in the mood to cook. should we take the kids outside for dinner?" you suggest as you flatten out the sheets of the futon. while satoru was busy double checking the safety of the bed.

"sure, it would be nice too since you've done a lot for us everyday. rest is also very important too, hm? don't forget that, my little wifey." you rolled your eyes but still smiled at his cheesy tease, but you knew satoru was just concerned for you, especially.

"okay, let's go home. it's still early and the kids need to do their assignments." you called out for your three kids who are excited to lay down on the set up futon.

your kids instantly find their spot inside as satoru starts the car. it was him driving this time since satsuri wants to be fed from you.

"sweethearts, did you wear the safety belts?" your two babies nodded. whenever you guys would set up the futon, satoru modified the space with safety belts just in case any accidents would happen, the kids would not be harmed.

looking at your children again, you saw megumi was already fast asleep as soon as he lay down. while tsumiki was watching some miraculous ladybug on her ipad. satsuri was unfortunately not with them since he's still a baby and it's very dangerous to let him sit without any supervision of grownups.

"ouch! don't bite too hard on mama, satsuri." you winced when your son bit your nipple a bit harder than the usual sucking, making satoru look at you in worry.

satsuri was now growing his teeth, so it's a double challenge to endure his sucks. thankfully, satoru was there to remind his baby to suck properly even though satsuri could barely register a word.

"satsuri, milkies are supposed to be suck carefully. want me to demonstrate it to you?" your husband is a bastard as he playfully mumbles the last statement, making you glare at him instantly.

"satoru!" if only he's not driving, you would've smacked the hell out of him. satoru just managed to let out a laugh while keeping his eyes on the road.

thank god, megumi was fast asleep and tsumiki was too engaged on her show, while satsuri is still a baby. but that is not an excuse to behave in such a way in front of your children.

"oopsie daisy! i'm so sorry, my wife. didn't mean to be very voluntary." satoru laughed at his own joke. you just snarled at him and just focused on your baby who was getting drowsy at any minute.

the rest of the ride was fine. just satoru humming a pop tune that he heard over the radio, tsumiki is still busy on her show, megumi was snoring lightly, satsuri is now fast asleep too, while you stay as you.

"baby, can we get some cakes? i am craving for some."

"no. you have to wait after dinner." you deadpanned. seems like his sweet tooth is kicking again. it makes you reminisce when you're still pregnant with your youngest. satoru was craving food more than you do and it somehow confused you.

"but baby—"

"the kids would not properly eat their dinner if they proceed to dessert first. you have to wait, satoru."

"okay." the only available choice for satoru is no choice. that's why his pout is longer than usual, good thing you're getting a bit immune to that. but that doesn't mean you're always enduring his puppy eyes.

sooner than later, the whole family was now home. satoru was carrying the sleepy satsuri while you're carrying the sleepy megumi and tsumiki was walking on her while carrying the bags.

satoru refuses to leave his eyes on you as you walk inside the house. he made a comment on how clingy megumi is and you shouldn't be carrying him because the little boy's now growing.

you replied to him that it's fine and you want to carry him while you still can. like he said, megumi was now growing and you want to cherish those moments to its fullest. satoru was softened by your words. but that doesn't mean his concern about you lessened, so he suggests that he would be the one who's going to carry megumi.

however, your middle child refuses to be held by your husband, that's why both of you ain't got no choice again but to let megumi be carried by you.

"you should've just left him sleeping on the pathway." satoru mumbles. you just shoot him a knowing look because another war would break out if megumi found out that satoru talked about him behind his back. thank goodness, megumi was a heavy sleeper.

"you agree with me, right, satsuri? that your older brother should've just sleep outside?" satoru whispers to his son. it was audible to you, so you're not sure if it was intentional for you to hear him say or not.

somehow, it brings a small smile to your lips despite his silliness, you know he didn't mean that at all. stroking megumi's hair just to make sure he's comfy in your embrace, you decided to counter his words.

"and you'll be sleeping outside too if you keep on teaching my son bad behavior and talking crap to my other son too."

part 2?

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capquinn · 28 days ago

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Quinn with his baby girl and her saying her first word 🥹.

he'd be absolutely done for

Like, he’s sitting there, completely unsuspecting, probably on the living room floor playing with her — shaking some toy or doing that soft, goofy “dada’s got you!” voice he reserves just for her.

And then it happens.

She just looks up at him, all wide-eyed and gummy-smiled, and out of nowhere, this tiny little “dada” tumbles out.

The room stills. Quinn freezes. Like, toy mid-shake, mouth slightly open, eyes wide, because his brain is short-circuiting. It takes him a full second to process that she actually said it. That tiny, perfect, unmistakable word.

You sit up straighter, your phone slipping to the couch beside you, completely forgotten. Your eyes flick to Quinn, and his expression is nothing short of stunned. His jaw drops a little, his brows shooting up as if he’s waiting for confirmation that this isn’t some elaborate prank.

“Did she…?” he starts, but then she says it again. Clear as day.

“Dada.”

And this time, he’s ready — or as ready as anyone could be. His whole face softens, his eyes going wide in that heart-stopping way, all glassy with emotion. He lets out a breathless laugh, one that’s all disbelief and pure joy, like he can’t quite believe his ears.

“Bug,” he whispers, his voice thick. He sets the toy aside, not even sparing it a glance, and scoops her up off the floor like she’s just handed him the moon. Which, to be fair, she basically has.

You’re laughing now, the sound bubbling out of you because her first word ever, and of course it’s 'dada.' Of course it is. She could’ve said anything — 'ball,' 'dog,' maybe even 'duck' considering how obsessed she is with her bath toys — but no. It’s Quinn. Always Quinn.

“Dada,” she says again, her tiny voice confident, as if she knows exactly how much this means to him.

Quinn’s cradling her against his chest now, one big hand supporting her back while the other cups her head like she’s still that fragile newborn he held in the hospital. His cheek rests against her curls, and you can hear him murmuring something. You don’t need to catch the words to know it’s just “I love you” over and over again, his tone impossibly soft.

His eyes flick to you, and there’s that grin — the one that’s all wobbly but so full. You swear you can see his heart in it, completely and utterly hers.

“She said it,” he croaks, his voice hoarse, barely above a whisper.

“She said it,” you echo, your own voice shaking with laughter and tears.

He presses a kiss to her temple, lingering there for a moment like he’s trying to burn this into his memory, to hold onto the moment forever.

“You’re amazing,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing her tiny cheek. “Absolutely amazing.”

And then she does it again, this little, perfect “dada” tumbling out as her tiny hand grabs a fistful of his shirt, her version of don’t ever put me down.

Quinn? He’s wrecked in the best way. He’s already sitting on the floor again, his knees up, cradling her like she’s the most precious thing in the world — and, let’s be honest, she is. You catch him blinking a little too fast, his lips pressing into a line like he’s trying to steady himself.

Later, after she’s asleep and the house is quiet, he leans against the doorway to her room, his arms crossed, and shakes his head.

“Dada,” he says softly, like he still can’t believe it. He turns to you, his grin soft but endless. “How do you even top that?”

You just laugh, pressing a hand to his chest. “You don’t,” you tell him, teasing but true. “You just hope she doesn’t learn ‘mama’ for another week so you can enjoy it while it lasts.”

#it's a rite of passage that every daddy's girl says their dad's name first <3 #dad!quinn #capquinn's writing #capquinn’s requests

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forever-rogue · 1 year ago

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We’re Magic

AN | Here we have an early morning shower idea come to fruition. Basically - friends to one time lovers to co-parents to ?? Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Language, Mentions of Sex and Pregnancy

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 4.2k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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“Come on Ducky, we’ve gotta go!” you grabbed your young son’s backpack and tried to herd him towards the door. He came bounding the hall, his dark mop of curls bouncing with each step. He quickly flopped himself down onto the floor by the front door, and pulled on his small sneakers. You couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm for…well, everything. He was such a sweet, happy kid that it served to make you happy as well, “did you put everything you need in your backpack?”

“Yes,” he nodded, slowly creating bunny ears to tie his laces. When he was satisfied with his handiwork, he hopped to his feet and took the backpack from your hands, “come on, mama! We gotta go!”

You snorted in amusement as he echoed your words, opening the door so you both could go to the car. You got him all settled and buckled in before going to the driver’s seat and taking a moment to breathe. Herding around a five-year-old with the energy of ten kids was a lot at times.

“Ready to go?”

“Mhmm,” he was already staring out of the window at the passing scenery, “do you think daddy will read my new book to me tonight?”

“I don’t think, I know he will,” you imagined the two of them would be equally enthused, “daddy loves reading and I happen to know that the book you picked out is one of his favorites. He’s going to be so excited.”

“That’s good,” you caught his eye in the rearview mirror and gave him a smile, “I wish you could be there too.”

You heart twanged at that and you hesitated for a moment so you didn’t blurt out me too. You tried to keep your expression and tone as even as possible before nodding, “we’ll see, baby. Maybe one day soon we can both put you to bed together.”

“Okay,” the smile on his face reminded you so much of his father. You’d make it happen somehow - the idea of disappointing your son was too much to bear.

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Emery held onto your hand as you knocked on the apartment door. A rush of nerves washed over you as you listened for his familiar footsteps. A few moments of silence passed before the door slowly opened.

“Daddy!” the boy immediately dropped your hand and ran and jumped into his father’s arms.

“Emery!” he held onto him tightly, giving him a tight squeeze as the boy threw his arms around his neck, “I missed you, baby.”

“‘missed you too,” he giggled as his father placed giant, sloppy kisses to his cheeks before setting him back down, “did you make pancakes?”

“Blueberry and chocolate chip,” he confirmed as Emery cheered, “why don’t you go to the kitchen and I’ll be right there. I want to talk to mama for a moment.”

“Okay,” Emery turned back to you and hugged your legs tightly as you ran a hand through his soft curls, “bye mama, I love you!”

“I love you too, Ducky,” you kneeled to give him a kiss, “remember your manners and don’t forget about your new book.”

“I won’t!” he took his backpack from you before taking off towards the kitchen. You watched him go, shaking your head in amusement.

You let out an amused sigh before standing back up, “hey Eddie.”

“Hey,” he leaned against the doorframe, calm and confident as always as he offered a soft smile, “anything important I missed or need to know?”

“Nah,” you shook your head, “you would have known already, trust me. Although he did get a new book he’s super excited to have you read to him, so be prepared.”

“Consider me equally excited,” he grinned as a moment of silence fell over the two of you, “how are you doing?”

“I’m alright,” you swallowed the lump in your throat, “just, you know, same old same old. How about you, Eddie?”

“Same, good, yeah,” you could both tell there was more you both wanted to say but neither of you was able to take that to the next step, “it’s good to see you.”

“You see me every other week and or more,” you laughed softly as he just shrugged, “we share a child after all.”

“But we were friends before that,” he reminded you gently, “and I’d like to think we’re still friends. Even now.”

“We are,” you promised, blinking back the few tears that had started to well up, “of course we are…”

“What’s wrong?” he asked softly, reaching over to brush a few rogue locks of hair out of your face, “everything all right?”

“No - I-I mean yes,” you insisted gently, “I have to go…I, umm, I’ll see you in a few days. Have fun and let me know if you need anything.”

“Of course,” he watched as you turned around to start walking back to your car, “hey - you let me know too, okay? Anything.”

“I will, Eddie,” you held up your hand in a small wave before slowly walking away.

You couldn’t help but wonder if you’d ever fully be over your feelings for him.

It had been years and it hadn’t happened…but maybe one day. Maybe.

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A few weeks had passed since your…interesting interaction with Eddie. You wouldn’t have called it bad or anything, just…different. The two of you both seemed to keep your distance a little more than normal coming solely about your son. Despite the fact that two of you didn’t hang out or talk a ton anymore, you were missing him. What he had said was right - you’d been friends first for years before you had Emery and you were still friends. Things were just different - complicated.

This weekend however it would be impossible to avoid Eddie and that worried you just a little bit. It was Steve’s daughter’s eighth birthday and the entire gang and then some were going to be at the Harrington household to celebrate. Naturally, you and Eddie would be there with Emery. It would be fine…right? Right. It was just hanging out with your friends and having your kids hang out and play. What could possibly go wrong?

And it was fine, really, until you volunteered to help clean up the backyard when the majority of everyone else had gone home. You and Eddie were still there along with Robin and Dustin, Steve and wife Samantha and the kids. It was getting late and you didn’t want to leave them to clean up the entire mess so you’d offered to help contain some of the chaos out back.

You just hadn’t heard Eddie come out back with you. Until you heard a noise behind you, causing you to startle, “Eddie! Jesus, you scared me!”

“Sorry sweetheart,” he smiled sheepishly as you tried to ignore how your heart practically skipped a few beats at the little pet name, “can I help?”

“Of course,” you handed him one of the trash bags and the two of you fell into silence as you worked to clean up the mess. With the two of you working together, it didn’t take long for some order to come back and you sat down on the deck with a small plop, “let’s have Emery’s next birthday party at some other place we’re not responsible for cleanup.”

“I’m sure he’d love that,” Eddie agreed as he sat down next to you. He gently bumped his shoulder into yours causing you to laugh softly at him. You’d missed this, getting along so effortlessly and easily with him. He cleared his throat softly causing you to look at him curiously, “hey, what’s been going on, huh? Is everything okay with us?”

“Of course,” but your answer came too quickly to be entirely true. He waited for you to go and you knew he wouldn’t just let it go, “we’re okay, Eddie. I’ve just been thinking…I guess.”

“About…?”

“Emery…us,” you swallowed thickly, “I…were….did you hate me when I got pregnant?”

“What!?” he barked with laughter for a moment, unable to tell if you were joking or not. Judging from the serious expression on your face, he could tell you weren’t, “w-wait, what do you mean? Of course I didn’t hate you…I could never hate you.”

“But we were best friends,” the corner of your mouth pulled up as you shrugged, “and we just…it was one time and I got pregnant and now we have a son.”

“First of all, you’re still my best friend,” he promised and that set your heart at ease, “and yeah, it was a one time thing that happened when we were both going through it, but in case you forgot, it takes two to get pregnant. It was just as much on me, if not more so. And the son we have? He’s the best fuckin’ kid ever and he’s the best thing that ever happened to me, along with you.”

“Eddie,” you couldn’t help the teary-eyed smile that crossed your features, “that’s really…I feel the same way. There have been times when I wondered if the right thing to do would have been to get an abortion, and if you wanted me to and just never said anything.”

“I would have supported you with whatever you wanted to do,” he reached for your hand and tenderly took it in yours and gave it a squeeze, “and I never secretly hoped you’d get an abortion. I was scared shitless when you found you were pregnant and I never thought I could handle it, but at the same time the idea of being a dad and having that kid with you made it not nearly as scary. It made me excited and I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“You’re an amazing dad Eddie,” you squeezed his hand in return, “and an excellent co-parent.”

“So I’ve been told!”

“Oh? By who? Got some other kids I don’t know about?”

“Nah,” he shook his head fervently, “just ours. You’ve told me that before, you know.”

“Well, it’s still true,” you turned your body and angled yourself so you were closer to him.

“And you’re an excellent mother,” he leaned in so your faces were only a few inches away from each other, “and the best co-parent too.”

“Thank you…”

“But tell me,” he reached over and gently brushed his knuckles along your cheek, “what’s still going on? I know there’s more you’re not telling me everything…”

“Ummm…” you leaned in closer and you were almost positive that he did the same thing. The tips of your noses brushed and oh my god you were sure he was going to kiss you. And you wanted him to…just as desperately as you wanted to kiss him.

But then -

“Mama! Daddy!” the sliding glass door and Emery ran out, causing the two of you to quickly pull apart. Eddie’s cheeks were a bright pink as your own face felt incredibly hot and you felt so flustered. Meanwhile, your son didn’t seem to realize that he’d interrupted anything at all, “Uncle Steve said we can have some cream! Can I have ice cream?”

“Sure Ducky,” Eddie beamed at him, “go and get some, we’ll be right inside.”

“Who am I going home with tonight?” he asked, those big brown eyes wide and innocent as ever. You exchanged a look with Eddie and both of you seemed panicked.

“You can go with whoever you want, baby,” you gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. There wasn’t really a strict schedule with the two of you, and he usually ended up spending equal time with both of you.

“I wanna go with you and daddy,” he pouted, the expression on his face so similar to his father’s, “can we all go home together?”

Alright, now you weren’t sure what to say. You decided to make a decision and if Eddie didn’t agree or like it, he would have to speak up. But you hated seeing the upset look on Emery’s face, “sure, baby. Maybe daddy can come home and stay with us at the house tonight?”

Eddie looked at you to make sure you were fully sure of what you were saying. You gave him a slight nod before he practically beamed at you, “of course I can! I couldn’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.”

“Yay!” he hugged the two of you before turning back to run inside, “I’m gonna get ice cream and tell Uncle Steve!”

You watched him disappear back into the house and the two of you exchanged a nervous laugh, “you really sure, sweetheart?”

“It’s like you said, Eddie. We’re still friends and he’s our kid. And I hate seeing him upset.”

“Me too,” he agreed, “it’s the worst. He’s got this little…baby cow eyed thing going on and I can’t handle it. He’s just so…adorable and I’m not biased just because he’s ours.”

“His expression is the exact same as yours,” you pointed out, “why do you think I’ve never been able to say no to you?”

“Ahh,” he slowly stood up and held his hand out to help you up, “we’ll figure it out when we get home, yeah?”

“Of course,” a million things were running through your mind and all of them landed back to how much you loved the two of them, “we always do.”

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By the time the three of you got to your small house in the suburbs of Indianapolis, Emery was already halfway to sleep. Eddie gingerly took him out of the car and carried him inside.

"'m tired," the small boy said through a yawn, "will you tuck me in?"

"Duh," Eddie teased as he started walking to his room. You nodded when he glanced back to make sure he wasn't overstepping any boundaries, which he wasn't of course, "come on, Ducky. Let's get you to dreamland."

It didn't take long to get his teeth brushed and into pajamas and Eddie tucked him just how he liked. Before he left the room, Emery called out to him, "daddy?”

"Yes, bud?"

"Will you be here in the morning?" His voice sounded so small and unsure that it made Eddie’s heart break slightly. He knew that all his son wanted was for his parents to be together. He’d expressed that very same thing to him multiple times before. Eddie wondered if he’d ever told you the same thing, “we can all make breakfast together and watch cartoons!”

And if he was being completely honest - Eddie wanted the exact same thing. He’d been in love with since you were fuckin’ children. That had never changed, even when your one night hookup resulted in you getting pregnant. Back then he wanted to tell you that he was in love with you, and that he wanted to be a family together. But he could never tell if you felt the same way so he brushed it all to the side and decided to work on himself and be the best father he could be. He’d always have you in his life and that was the best thing of all - you and Emery.

“Yeah, Ducky,” Eddie promised him, “I’ll be right here. Get some sleep, okay? I love you lots and lots.”

“Lots and lots,” he yawned before reaching for his stuffed puppy dog, “goodnight, daddy.”

He turned off the light and gently closed the door, before taking a moment to compose himself. The kitchen light was still on so he padded down the hall towards, trying to figure out how to even convey everything that was buzzing around in his head.

“Hey,” you were drinking a glass of wine and had already pulled another glass for him, “fancy a drink?”

“Sure,” he watched as you poured him a glass and handed it towards him, leaning against the counter, “Emery asked if I’d be here in the morning. He wants all of us to make breakfast together and watch cartoons. I-I can just head out in a little bit and come back around seven…if that’s okay with you.”

“You don’t have to leave,” you scoffed at even the mere suggestion of him having to make the same trips for no reason, “there’s the guest room. And of course we can do all that tomorrow, it sounds fun! Maybe we can take him to the zoo later on or something. He’s been asking to go.”

“Y-yeah,” his heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest at the idea of spending all that time together as a family, “that sounds great!”

“He’s been asking for this a lot,” you admitted after taking a big gulp of the sweet wine in your hand, “to spend more time together as a family.”

“I think it’s hard for him to understand,” Eddie said softly, “that we’re not together. It’ll get easier as he gets older…hopefully.”

“Yeah,” you swallowed the lump that welled up in your throat, “but I think that could be fun too…and good for him. He knows we care about each other.”

“We do…” it was so much more than just caring for each other. So much more, “listen-”

“Were you going to kiss me earlier?” and there it was. You couldn’t hold it back any longer - you had to know.

“I…” he could have lied…but that wasn’t him and honestly? He was so tired of hiding all of his true feelings, “yes. I was going to kiss you.”

“Oh okay,” your mind was reeling as you processed what he had just said and your lack of response caused Eddie to panic and think he said the wrong thing, “I was going to kiss you too. I wanted to.”

“You…you wanted to?”

“Yeah,” you glanced at him for a brief moment and him smiling with a light pink flush creeping into his cheeks, “I’ve been thinking and…fuck, I probably shouldn’t say this but I just, I want to get it out there. Eddie, I’m…I’ve…love. I-I love you.”

“I love you too…” he was trying to figure out if you meant you loved him as your best friend or as the father of your child or if you meant the third option which was that you were in love with him and loved him in all the ways.

“No, you don’t understand…I’m in love with you,” that was almost two decades of stress removed from your shoulders and you felt so much lighter. It was out in the open now and whether or not anything came of it, the secret was out, “and yeah…now you know.”

“How long?” his response didn’t give you a lot of hope, but then again, you weren’t totally sure what you’d been expecting, “honestly.”

“Since we were like twelve,” your voice was so gentle that he almost didn’t hear it but he did - he’d always heard you, “I’m sorry.”

“Whatever for, sweetheart?”

“I don’t want to make things weird between us,” you shrugged nervously, “but it’s just…that sometimes I can’t think about anything else, especially when Emery’s asking why we don’t live together and why we’re not like the other parents. I just think about it all the time and then think about how much I fucked it all up!”

“What did you fuck up? You haven’t done anything wrong,” he set his glass down and shuffled so he was standing in front of you and looking at you curiously, “tell me.”

“When we had sex,” you hadn’t even realized tears had run down your cheeks until he wiped them away, “and I got pregnant - I should have told you then. And maybe things would be different now.”

“You’re telling me that you’ve never noticed that I’m in love with you too?” he put a finger under your chin and turned your face up to his, “I think I was fourteen when I realized…took me a little bit to catch up.”

“What?”

“Mhmm,” he trailed his fingers along your jaw, “I just didn’t think you’d ever feel the same way. When you told me you were pregnant, it was the scariest day of my life…but then I realized things would be okay. There’s no one else I’d rather have a kid with. It was never just sex for me, and it never would have been. Not with you, not with the girl of my dreams. And I thought maybe that would have been the start of our own family. But I never knew if you felt the same way so-”

“I never said anything,” you finished for him and he nodded in agreement. Your mind was reeling with everything he had just said but also stuck on girl of my dreams, “so…have we just been idiots this whole time?”

“I guess so,” he let out a nervous breath as you giggled, “I don’t think our son was so oblivious though. Somehow I think he’s always known.”

“Smart kid.”

“He takes after you,” Eddie joked as you snorted in amusement.

“Well, he looks just like you,” you teased, “imagine being pregnant for nine months and giving birth to your best friend slash baby daddy’s clone.”

“At least you don’t hate me,” he offered as you playfully rolled your eyes, “I have a comment I could make right now but I’m not sure how well it’ll go over.”

“Try me.”

“We’ll make sure the next one looks like you,” he seemed hesitant but when you started laughing he relaxed and laughed too. You ended up looking at him with wide, gentle eyes, “may I kiss you now?”

“For real this time?”

“For real,” he took your face in his hands and studied you for a few, long moments before he pressed his lips to yours. His large, strangely soft and rough hands settled on your waist as you looped your arms around his neck. You let him pull you closer, and found it so easy to kiss him. It was even better than you remembered, and it felt like everything.

Neither of you wanted to pull apart and refused to do so until you both needed a breath of air. Shy smiles and nervous laughs were exchanged as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“So, ugh…” you took one of his long curls and wrapped it around your finger, gently playing with it, “umm…we have a lot of stuff to talk about, I think.”

“We do,” he took your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “we do.”

“But, if you don’t want to spend the night in the guest room,” you bit your lip, “you can stay with me in my room.”

“Yeah?” he perked up at the idea. It wasn’t even that his mind immediately went to sex - he wanted to spend every and any bit of time with you that you’d allowed. The sheer intimacy of being together was something so special, “I-I’d like that.”

“C’mon,” you took his hand and started to pull him down the hall to your own room, “it’s late and I’m honestly just tired. And if you want to change, I’ve, ugh, still got some of your clothes.”

“Little thief,” but in reality he was touched that you still held onto them, like you’d always wanted a bit of him around. You shrugged innocently as you pulled him inside and shut the door, “I love you, you know.”

“I know,” you leaned up and kissed him, “and I like hearing it. And now being able to say it freely, “I love you too.”

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The next morning you woke up to a small knocking before the bedroom door slowly opened, “mama?”

You sat up slightly and found Emery in the doorway, halfway to looking upset.

“Hey Ducky,” you motioned for him to come over, “what’s wrong?”

“I can’t find daddy,” he pouted, “he said he’d be here.”

“‘m right here, buddy,” Eddie popped up next to you, causing Emery’s entire face to light up, “I promised you I wasn’t going anywhere.”

“Can I come in and lay with you?” he was already crawling into bed as you nodded, sliding his way in between you and Eddie. He got under the covers and made himself comfortable before grinning at the two of you, “I like being with both of you. Can we do this all the time?”

“I like it too,” Eddie brushed his hair off his forehead, “I don’t know about all the time but mama and I can talk about it.”

“Maybe we’ll stick to weekends,” you raised an eyebrow at the two of them but they both just started giggling. It wasn’t hard to understand why these two were the lives of your life, “but we’ll see.”

“I love you, mama,” he pretended to squirm away as you kissed him, “I love you, daddy.”

“We love you too,” Eddie looked at you before mouthing the same sentiment to you. You mouthed it right back, without hesitation, “now - let’s get some sleep before we make breakfast and watch cartoons.”

You weren’t sure exactly how things were going to end up or turn out, but you knew that it would be something wonderful.

You finally had everything you had ever wanted, all in one bed.

Everything else would fall into place as it was meant to.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #dad!eddie #mom!reader #joseph quinn #st

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purelyfiction · 10 months ago

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stars in a line - robert 'bob' floyd x f!reader

Word Count: 1,207 words

Summary: Chicken's in the skillet, ice in the drink, head's in the clouds, diamond's in the rough, he's in a Chevy and I'm in love // Tips in the apron, hair's in a braid, Mercury's all in retrograde // He's in a T-shirt all cleaned up, Good lord almighty, mama don't wait up // Chills down my spine, hearts on the line, He's all mine and I'm in love

Content Warning: fluff!! also note of animal abandonment

Author Note: another round for @ohtobeleah 's galentines writings :))))))

the familiar rumble of the older engine makes your features split with a smile. when bob had told you he was gonna drive his truck from montana to california you thought he was losing his mind.

then he'd explained why he was so insistent.

that he'd taken you out in that '87 Chevy all those years ago. after weeks of coming into the diner you worked in after school, dozens and dozens of milkshake and fry basket combos (and subsequent heartburn) just so he could hang out with you. he'd gotten up the nerve to finally ask you out. that truck had been your front row seats at the drive in watching a rerun of some old army movie his dad had recommended.

he'd taken the two of you to prom in that truck. to high school graduation, your college graduation. when the engine died on you while he was stationed in atlanta he'd taught you how to fix the thing via facetime.

beverly the chevy had been there for so many of your big moments. she'd been the reason why bob ended up buying the house that you stood contently in.

'bev is gonna need a place out of the elements if she's gonna stay top notch.'

this house had been the only one with a two car garage. one side for bev and one side for your car.

now when the engine rumbles echoed in the garage and made the older house vibrate, you couldn't help but grin. the sizzling of chicken in a skillet on the stove greets bob when he steps into the kitchen. he's greeted with the smell and a bottle of wine in a pile of ice in the sink. the door to the garage shuts, and you glance over your shoulder. when you do, you're witnessing the brown paper bouquet in his hands, white t-shirt on his shoulders, levis hugging his waist, trucker cap right where it belongs. he knows what this does to you. it's a simple look, nothing more than the basics but that's what does it. it highlights him. the man you love, bare bones and all.

the same man you fell for in that truck bed all those years ago.

he slides his boots off and wraps his arms around you from behind you, showing off the flowers he carried in. "happy flowers to you," he's humming now, making you giggle as his arms tight around you start bouncing you back and forth as he sings to the tune of 'happy birthday', "happy flowers to you, happy flowers, happy flowers, to my valentine youuuuuu" he punctuates the end of the song with a sloppy kiss to your cheek as you ease the weight of the florals from his hand.

"these are stunning, bo." you grin as he lets go, letting you turn to face him fully as he smiles.

"i know, i picked 'em cause they remind me of you." bob grins before pressing a quick kiss to your lips, barely pulling back when he speaks again, "happy valentines, sweet girl." you repeat the sentiment before he takes the arrangement and starts to get them into water.

you can't help but stare as he begins trimming the ends of each stem, easing them into the vase. you can smell the freshness of his body wash, having showered on base before he came home to you. couldn't waste time on your night together - and he knew it. the combination on him is near lethal to you. if you weren't actively cooking dinner, the counter would have been supplying a different kind of heat to the kitchen.

"i bought you something!" you nearly startle him with your sudden announcement, the reminder of your gift hitting you as you watch him. running down the hall causes the pup in the living room to chase after you, causing you and bob to both laugh.

shadow had been an unplanned addition to your lives because the poor pup appeared on your back deck one night. the collar on his neck held your current address. the previous owners had barely been involved with the process of the sale, so you didn't have their contact information to tell them hey assholes, you left your dog.

so, you and bob joked that the house came with a guardian, a black lab and german shepherd mix (bob got his dna tested out of infuriating curiosity). he quickly clung to the two of you - thus 'shadow'.

you lug the box into the kitchen, where bob has kept an eye on the meal you had recklessly abandoned. looking at you he huffs a gasp. "sweet girl, this is unnecessary." he laughs, taking the wrapped gift from your arms and sliding it onto the counter. still, he tears into it and reveals the milkshake maker, making him laugh, looking over at you with a grin. "that why you got your hair all done like this?" he grins, his fingers moving over the braid you'd plaited this morning.

"maybe." you hum, kissing his cheek as he looks over the box holding the machine. that diner the two of you met in had closed not long after you moved to san diego. you'd spent hours there and he'd once complimented the ribbon in your hair when it was woven into the braid on your head. recently, bob had mentioned how he'd missed those milkshakes they'd always made him.

he grins, before tucking his hand into his pocket. "hold out your hand." you hold it out as he asks, palm up. what he sets into your palm catches you off guard.

you'd been expecting something small, likely a jewelry box or something, like the years before.

instead a little metal circle is dropped into your palm. shining and glimmering. diamonds along it like stars in a line. your spine is electrified with chills, as your jaw drops as you look at him in awe. "bob, what-you-"

"i can get on my knee if you want, i'm just- i'm so in love with you. i'm truly in awe of you and how valid you make me feel. how valued and cherished i feel - how you listen," his head nods to the machine on the counter, "and you care and you never fail to be the best. just simply the best. i hope that i am for you-"

cutting him off you speak, "and you are," he laughs.

"then i wanna continue being that for you. for forever." you're sliding the new piece of jewelry onto your ring finger before he can get the words out, your arms slinking around his shoulders and linking your lips with his.

when you pull back, you grin.

"you're mine. i'm all yours and i'm in love. i'm so in love with you. with our life and the path we're on." you whisper. his hand takes a hold of your arm before the two of you jump at the sound of a smoke detector, both of you scrambling to clear the kitchen of smoke.

when the alarm is off and the burnt chicken is tossed, you smirk as you pull ice cream from the fridge.

"ice cream for dinner?" you try. bob grins.

"how about milkshakes instead?"

#bob floyd x reader #top gun maverick #top gun #top gun fanfiction #top gun fic #top gun maverick fanfiction #bob x reader #bob floyd #robert floyd x you #robert floyd x y/n #robert floyd x reader #robert x reader #robert bob floyd #bob floyd smut #bob floyd x f!reader #bob floyd fic #bob floyd fanfiction

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onegianthotmess · 3 months ago

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Before Sunrise…

(Leona X Morel Domestic Fluff)

Synopsis: It’s a well-known fact that Leona Kingscholar is not a morning person. He had never been. But that didn’t mean his sweet baby girl would let him rest in peace with his sweet wife in the wee hours of the morning.

It was early. Far too early to be awake, even for the business that was Sunrise City. Even the palace staff that worked for the royal Kingscholar family was sluggish and sleepy for the most part.

Even so, the quiet giggles and pitter patter of itty bitty feet of a sweet little cub softly echoed through the quiet halls of the palace in which the Kingscholar family resided. Usually, Gardenia Kingscholar was just as sleepy as her father in the mornings and was always looking for an excuse to nap much more often than any other four year old cub. Though, with the promise of Leona taking her into the city for a rare papa-daughter day, Gardenia was too excited to even let her mother sing her to sleep, especially with how busy Leona had been the past few weeks.

And even though it was before sunrise and her parents were sure to be fast asleep in each other’s arms, Gardenia couldn’t help but crawl out of her bed and make her way to her parents’s room so she could wake up her papa.

Gardenia’s small footsteps quieted as she reached her parents’s bedroom door, somehow managing to silently creep into the room and sneak towards her sleeping parents. Curse those lion beastman traits, right?

“Papa!” Gardenia beamed as she climbed up onto the large bed to see her parents sleeping peacefully, Morel clinging onto Leona with her head in the crook of his neck while Leona was weirdly spread out as he normally was. Pouting yet undeterred, Gardenia crawled away from the edge of the bed and settled in a small gap between her parents and focused on her father, glaring at him. “Papa! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”

The cub bounced in place as she shook her father’s leg, her movement earning a tired groan from her father and a sleepy laugh from her mother.

“Kitty… Your daughter is awake,” Morel murmured through sleepy laughter.

Leona groaned, “Before sunrise, she’s your daughter, herbivore.”

“Papa!” Gardenia pouted crawling over Leona, who let out a groan of pain when his daughter basically kneed him in the stomach, and made her way to his head before she began to gnaw and chew on his ears, growling.

“Ow-Hey!” Leona winced, trying to gingerly remove his ears from his daughter’s impressively strong jaw while trying to pry her off of him at the same time, though with little success. “Nina, we talked about this! Papa’s ears aren’t a chew toy!”

It took a little bit, but Leona had finally managed to get his daughter off of him without any sort of injury to his ears aside from a bit of pain. The man held the white haired girl by the back of her soft nightie and gave her a deadpan, yet amused, look that silently told her to give up.

But, ever the stubborn cub, Gardenia pouted, “But you promised, Papa! You promised you’d take me out today! Didn’t Papa promise, Mama?”

“Oh, yes, I remember, Papa did promise,” Morel grinned, laughing at Leona’s annoyed expression.

“Seriously?” the lion beastman asked.

“It’s never too early to tease you,” Morel replied simply before looking to her daughter. “Is it, Dena?”

“No, Mama!” Gardenia agreed before focusing on Leona once more. “But Papa promised! Mama said so! So wake up! Up! Up, Papa!”

“Nina, the sun isn’t even out yet and you didn’t sleep last night,” Leona groaned, still too sleepy to make it a few moments without letting out a yawn. “Just sleep with me and Mama until it’s actually time to get up, okay?”

“But ‘m not sleepy!” Gardenia protested with a whine and a pout, her ears folded. Though, despite her protests, it was easy to see that the cub was incredibly tired. When she wasn’t yawning, she was rubbing her tired eyes or almost nodding off. It was clear Gardenia hadn’t gotten a full night of sleep and would need at least two hours or so more of sleep to feel fully rested for the day.

But, as tired as she was, Gardenia was just as stubborn as both of her parents and wouldn’t bend unless Leona folded or she was given something that made sleeping worth her while. With a sigh, the lion beastman gently set Gardenia down on his belly and looked to his wife, who’d been watching the funny and cute scene between the lion and the oh so stubborn cub.

“Morel, help me,” Leona murmured, earning a laugh from his small wife before she looked to their daughter and gently cupped the side of her head with one hand.

“Gardenia, I know you’re excited to spend the day with Papa, but you can’t spend time with him if you’re all sleepy,” Morel gently cooed, softly petting behind one of the cub’s soft little ears. “So sleep with Mama and Papa until it’s time to wake up, alright? You can cuddle Papa all you want if you sleep with us until the sun comes up.”

Gardenia perked up, “I can cuddle Papa all I want?!”

“Until it’s time to get up, yes,” Morel nodded before she snuggled closer to Leona. “But Mama might not share. She’s really comfy.”

“Hey, I want cuddles from Papa, too!” Gardenia pouted, quickly hugging Leona around his neck and snuggling into her usual curled up position on her his chest.

“Hey!” Leona groaned, but he was clearly amused given the laugh that left him. “I can cuddle both of you, but you can’t tear me in half in the process.”

“Shush! Sleepy time,” Gardenia shushed, curling up closer to her father as she yawned, just in the cusp of sleep.

“You just said you wanted me to get up, brat!” Leona retorted, earning a light and painless pinch to his ear from his wife.

“You heard your cub, Kitty; it’s sleepy time,” Morel smiled, yawning and hugging the beastman’s arm closer to her. “Nice, warm sleepy time.”

Leona laughed before he yawned, “I told you; before sunrise, she’s your cub.”

“Sure, sure, whatever you say, Princess,” Morel murmured sleepily. “I love you, Kitty.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Leona yawned, putting his head on top of Morel’s, “I love ya more, herbivore.”

A/N: After three weeks, it’s done! I just got busy, even though this was just a little blurb-length post. I wanted some domestic fluff because Leona as a dad makes my brain happy for some reason-

#twst #twst oc #canon x oc #twst fan kids #twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #morel rosehearts #leona x morel #gardenia kingscholar

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badbatchsprincess · 8 months ago

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Heated ~ pt.9

Pt.1 ~ Pt.2 ~ Pt.3 ~ Pt.4 ~ Pt.5 ~ Pt.6 ~ Pt.7 ~ Pt.8 ~ Pt.9 ~ Pt.10 ~Pt.11 ~ Pt.12 ~ Pt.13 ~ Pt.14 ~ Pt.15 ~ Pt.16 ~ Pt.17 ~ Pt.18 ~ Pt.19 ~ Pt.20 ~ Pt.21 ~ Pt.22 ~ Pt.23 ~ Pt.24 ~ Pt.25

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake.

Warnings: Awkwardness, cringe, general Echo mischief, smut!!!, crosshair actually has feelings.

Echo 🤝 the Suriel

Mama Echo lives for spilling the tea.... enjoy babessss

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“So…” You clapped your hands together standing awkwardly in the galley walkway, “What did you want to talk about?” You felt your insides tinge with awkwardness.

“You shouldn’t be standing.” Tech pointed at your bandaged feet.

Duh. “I know that…” You scoffed and shuffled over to the dining table to sit on the bench next to Crosshair. Instead, his arm shot out grabbing you, bringing you down into his lap with a squeak.

“Vod.” Hunter chastised. Crosshair settled you comfortably.

“What?” He bent down running his nose over the shell of your ear, “The lady needed a seat.”

“We’re supposed to be talking about this.” Hunter sighed rubbing his temple.

Crosshair was thoroughly enjoying this dress you had. If he was king of the universe he’d write it into law to keep you in outfits like this all the time.

You had tried your best to tie it back like Taryn had once you got out of the shower hoping you wouldn’t accidentally flash anyone. Not that Crosshair would mind apparently.

“Then talk vod.” Crosshair sassed keeping a possessive hand on your bare thigh.

Hunter shifted uncomfortably suddenly feeling awkward, “Okay… So… Uhm…”

You raised a brow feeling the cringe vibrate in your body. Crosshair sensed you tensing up and started rubbing little circles into your thigh to comfort you.

“Sarge?” Wrecker raised a brow at Hunter’s warming cheeks as the eldest of them shuddered back and forth trying to find the right words.

“Yeah. Yeah. I know.” Hunter groused, “Obviously things like this aren’t supposed to happen… and we um… probably should clear the air to know how everyone is feeling…” He was trying to sound as clinical as possible.

“Good job bud.” Echo gave Hunter a thumbs up from the copilot seat.

“Y/N how about you start.” Hunter coughed and crossed his arms. Clearly you weren’t the only one feeling the cringe.

“Start with that? Can Tech go first?” You looked at him then the others.

“Fine.” Hunter looked to his goggled brother, “Tech starts.”

The Pilot pushed up his goggles, “I guess I’m just trying to decipher if this was a series of unfortunate events or something that was bound to happen eventually. As we have not ever had a female, or an omega with us before I have no data to compare it to. But if I were making a hypothetical observation based on my own observations, the way Y/N’s eyes are currently dilated and her skin flushing, she’s interested in relations with Crosshair… at least from what I can tell.”

You visibly tensed and Crosshair wrapped his arm around your chest how hauling you into his front. Damn Tech for airing out your business like that.

“Is that correct?” Hunter asked with a glint of hope in his eyes.

“I-I uhh.” You shot Tech a look before shaking your head, “I don’t know. I know this is like, soooo against basically every rule the GAR has, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t interested…clearly.”

“Interested in all of us?” Wrecker asked with longing eyes.

“It would appear so…” You couldn’t deny what your hindbrain wanted in the throws of heat, but it didn’t make the embarrassment any softer.

“Do you feel like this was something you wanted to happen?” Hunter asked dying to know the answer. He’d be lying if he didn’t feel like shit the second he was coming out of the rut. Like they had taken advantage of you, “or were you just reacting to the heat…”

You chewed your lip suddenly feeling ultra vulnerable, Crosshair gave you an encouraging squeeze, “Truthfully, I think it was both.” You were heating up now, “I mean, I think the heat took over and made the decision for me, but I guess I’ve always had those thoughts.” You whispered the last part wishing this whole awkward conversation would be over.

Echo must have taken pity on you, or felt the undeniable urge to stir the pot because he cleared this throat and spoke up, “Well, as fabulously as Hunter is handling this. I have to let Tiny know that I know for a fact these four idiots have been pining for you since you joined the unit.”

You quirked your head. What?…no.

“If Hunter hadn’t laid down the “no touch” law in the start, these nerf herders would have been at each other’s throats nine months ago.” Echo raised a brow and pointed an accusatory finger at Hunter, “Sarge over here can’t help but sniff you every time you walk by. Like a fucking blood hound and panics like a mother hen every time you're out of sight. He also looses his damn mind every time another male is mentioned in regard to you. That one…”

He pointed to Tech, “I’ve caught him reviewing cam footage of you two talking before just so he can look at your face. He also keeps a pin up of a look alike he stole from 501st under his mattress.”

Then he looks at Wrecker, “I’ve had to listen to Wrecker moaning your name while rubbing one out when he thinks I’m asleep.” The giant gasped turning beet red, “And him… he’s a certified panty snatcher!” He narrowed in on Crosshair who had the audacity to look smug, “and on quarterlies I know he only picks omegas that hold an uncanny resemblance to little miss Pip over here.”

Suddenly you didn’t feel half as mortified as you did before, now that everyone got aired out.

“You’re the reason why I can’t find any fucking panties?!” You screeched turning sideways to yell at Crosshair, “I thought the laundry machine was swallowing them up! I made Tech take the damn thing apart!”

Then there was yelling…

“Echo what the fuck!” “Why didn’t you say anything!” “Oh my god all this damn time?” “What did I say about the fucking panties?” “Wrecker took a pair too!” “Did not!” “I can’t believe this.” “You literally said not to do anything!” “I cannot fathom how I’m the only one who didn’t know about the panties.” “Euegh! I cannot believe this.” “Well I liked her first!” “No, Wrecker you didn’t!” “How the hell could you have known that?” “You said you liked her from just seeing her photo.” “It was a good photo!”

You just stared at Echo with a flummoxed expression while he smirked as the chaos unfolded before him. The younger brothers yelled as Hunter melted into the durasteel wall rubbing his temples with stress. Clearly this wasn’t going how sergeant thought it would.

You sat there in total shock. Sure, you’d had fleeting thoughts about the boys. Who wouldn’t. You’re a young beautiful omega in your prime surrounded by some of the most gorgeous fit alphas in the entire known universe, those kind of thoughts were bound to happen. But you were also a professional, and tried to keep those feelings to yourself.

But you wouldn’t lie and say it wasn’t beyond flattering to know they each had fantasized about you as well…

“Okay, hold up!” You raised a hand silencing the arguing clones standing up from Crosshair’s lap and standing in the center of the room, “How long has this been going on?” You had to adjust the red fabric to keep your legs semi covered.

They just blinked at you then at each other. You put your hands on your hips waiting for someone to answer.

“Since I saw your picture.” Wrecker said sheepishly, “And then when you first treated that stab wound on Corellia.”

That was your first mission with them…

“Christophsis.” Tech states.

“Christophsis?” You were trying to recall that assignment.

Tech gave you a tiny smile and his neck reddened, “You had to emergency fly the marauder and pick us up from that base.”

“You liked that?” You smirked.

He nodded, “I didn’t know you knew how to fly.”

“Hmm.” You crossed your arms and pointed to Crosshair, “Spill.”

He gruffed. Feelings aren’t his forte.

“I don’t know Ad’ika it just happened.” He said defensively.

“Thats not what I remember.” Wrecker poked at him, “You said you wanted her after you walked in on her in the fresher that one time.”

You gawked. You remembered that day it still haunted you.

You were mortified, you had just finished up your shower and turned off the water when Crosshair barged into the room not realizing you were in there. He got quite the eye full. You just squeaked and grabbed your towel, covering yourself. He had silently turned on his heel and left, leaving you to die from embarrassment in pained silence.

Luckily he never spoke about it ever again and you were thankfully able to move past it. Yo didn’t think he had cared one bit.

You then turned to Hunter, “And you, Sarge?”

He stood up from the wall and crossed his arms looking down at his boots, “It was before we officially met actually.”

You furrowed your brows.

“We were there when you treated Echo after Sako Minor. You were still with the 501st and we had decided to help in the mission to retrieve him. You were too busy working but I remember seeing you and scenting you before you disappeared into the triage. I’ve never smelled an omega like you before. It stuck with me. When your file came to us I knew I had to approve it.” He sounded a little embarrassed, you were sure because he thought it was a bit selfish.

You smiled, “You remembered me?”

He nodded, “Couldn’t ever forget a woman like you Cyra’ika. Wanted to paint you on the side of the ship.”

“Still can.” Wrecker chuckled.

“Okay then explain Kashyyyk.” You pointed at Crosshair, “And I still want an apology. That was fucked up.”

“They were so jealous Adi’ka.” Echo laughed in earnest now crossing his arms and letting the chuckles spill, “Thought you were fucking Wolfee!”

“I wasn’t!” You screamed. How many times were you going to have to say that!

“Sure seemed like it.” Crosshair accused.

“Nuh uh. Apologize.” You crossed your arms over your chest accidentally pushing up your breasts. Crosshair zeroed in on your cleavage and swallowed thickly.

“Crosshair never apologizes.” Tech sighed.

“Well, he’s gonna start now.” You pointed a finger into the ground.

The sniper narrowed his eyes challengingly which you just matched his scowl, “Hunter apologized.” You said walking over to Hunter and leaning into him. The sergeant looped an arm around your middle rubbing your bare ribcage.

“Wrecker gave me his rations, and Tech fixed my data pad.” You tapped your fingers against your arms.

Crosshair took a deep breath trying to still himself. He wasn’t going to crack so easily, but you knew there was one way you could get through to the alpha.

“Fine. Don’t wanna talk?” You drawled spinning around facing Hunter, “Then you only get to watch from here on out…until you apologize.” You brought your hand up to Hunter’s cheek and guided his mouth down to yours for a deep wanton kiss. You whimpered bending your leg into him showing off how high the slits went to the rest of the room.

You heard Echo let out a low whistle.

Hunter ran his hands up your sides making a show of it, knowing it was driving Crosshair insane. He knew how badly Crosshair wanted you. Hunter’s hands slid south cupping your ass giving it a good squeeze.

When Hunter had found Crosshair’s panty stash and he knew his little brother was down bad.

You moaned into sarge’s mouth and carded your hands through his luscious hair. You gave the strands at the base of his neck a tug and he growled bending down to pick up your thighs and wrap them around his waist.

“Aren’t we supposed to be talking?” Echo asked amused.

“Later.” You said breaking away from Hunter’s eager lips.

“We got time.” He smiled before diving back in to capture your mouth and start to walk the two of you into the bunks.

You giggled as Hunter threw you down onto the plush cot with a bounce before climbing on top of you. You happily wriggled under him seeking out his soft lips again.

“You’re evil.” Hunter whispered into your ear.

“You have no idea.” You whispered back grabbing at his blacks.

“Is this actually happening?” Wrecker asked following the two of you in.

“She did express her interest, Wrecker.” Tech said standing in the doorway, “But this seems to be more about torturing Crosshair than anything else.”

“You okay with this Mesh’la?” Hunter asked looking down at you.

“Yes sir.” You watched his iris’ dilate at the use of title.

The he was on you like a feral nexu. His teeth instantly went to your neck barely missing your gland making you scream. You heard the others shedding their armor as Hunter brought his nimble hands to your core and rubbing sensually through your dampening folds. You weren’t nearly as wet as you were during the heat, but Hunter was satisfied when he pushed a finger in stretching your still slightly sore cunt finding you dripping wet.

You moaned pathetically rocking your hips down wanting more. He added another finger making you squirm.

“You ready Adi’ka? He rubbed your clit making you whine. You nodded desperate to be filled. He kissed you once more time before grabbing your hips and lifting you so your dripping core was perfectly angled at Tech.

“Take him like a good little omega.” Hunter stood up from the cot to start slowly taking off his armor watching you spread your legs even further for Tech. The pilot knelt down on the cot in between your legs leaning over to give you a kiss. He seemed a little stiff at first but when you started grinding down on his codpiece with your soaked cunt, you felt him start to get a little more explorative with his tongue as he deepened the kiss.

~~~

Echo smirked, “You should probably bite the bullet and apologize.”

He was loving watching Crosshair be miserable hearing your fucked out cries as his brothers pleasured you.

He just grunted willing his jealousy down.

“She’s as stubborn as a bantha. She can hold out forever. One time fives thought it would be funny to dump ice water on her during her shower, she didn’t talk to him for three weeks and made sure his sutures were extra painful when he came into her office.”

He was in shock, he raised brow suddenly realizing that that time of Kashyyyk could have been more much worse if it wasn’t for the dire circumstances.

“Oh yeah.” Echo laughed at the memory, “Made him scrub her quarters for a week as an apology. Little thing has a hidden talent for torture.”

You let out a particularly pornographic moan that made Crosshair hard and cranky.

Crosshair grunted and stood up deciding he would rather just swallow his pride then to watch his brothers have you over and over again for however long you decided to duel out his punishment.

“I literally save her ass and this is what she wants from me…” Crosshair shook his head heading to the back of the ship, “omegas…”

~~~

He turned the corner to stand in the door way arms crossed. He chewed on his toothpick a little too hard once seeing the glorious site in front of him. You were spread out on your back still in that sinful scrap of fabric dress taking Tech in your soaked cunt while you sucked Wrecker into your throat. Hunter leaned against the wall watching his younger vod fuck you dumb.

“Can’t take the heat?” Hunter eyed Crosshair.

Tech rubbed at your clit making you arch into the cot while he pounded you. You came with a scream forcing Tech into cumming from how hard you tightened around him. He groaned pumping white ropes into your throbbing cunt gripping your hips with his strong hands.

He pulled out with a squelch letting you roll onto your hands and knees keeping Wrecker in your mouth skillfully.

From Hunter and Crosshair’s view they could see your glistening thighs and milky cunt leaking with Tech’s spend. You briefly took your mouth off Wrecker stroking him with your hand while you looked back over your shoulder to see their lusty gazes. You arched prettily showing off while returning back to give Wrecker your full attention.

“Kriff.” Crosshair cursed. You knew exactly what you were doing. Echo was right, you weren’t shy in the slightest nor afraid to torture a man.

Crosshair looked psychically pained that he couldn’t touch you, while Hunter didn’t hesitate to slot in behind you, filling you with his hard cock. You moaned taking your sergeant while still stroking Wrecker. You leaned down to suck one of his balls into your mouth making him whine and fist your hair.

“Such a good girl Mesh’la.” Hunter praised bringing his hand down across your ass cheek with a sharp snap. You yelped then moaned at the burning sensation. You knew you’d have Hunter’s hand print on your ass for a few hours and that made you giddy. He grabbed onto your hips and rocked into you with intention, fisting the red fabric for leverage he shoved you further onto Wrecker.

Feeling your second orgasm simmering, you reached down to circle your nerves making you twitch and quiver around Hunter.

“Gonna cum Mesh’la.” Wrecker bit out thrusting slightly into your waiting mouth. You sucked his tip extra hard while he poured his seed down your throat. You swallowed diligently and licked him up before letting him go. He slumped back against the wall and you collapsed onto your chest presenting your ass so perfectly for Hunter.

Sarge leaned forwards grabbing the back of your neck pinning you to the cot.

When you turned your head to look at Crosshair, you could tell he was standing uncomfortably with his codpiece restricting him. The look was subtle, but you could see the yearning in his eyes.

It was the same desire he had when you had shot that pirate with firepuncher. It was a hot and heady look. You knew you were close to cracking him so you decided to turn it up a notch.

You reached behind you to grab at Hunter’s wrists but he just manhandled them behind you securing them to your lower back, “take it omega!” he growled, pounding into you mercilessly.

You mewled and widened your knees giving your back more of an arch so he could hit even deeper. You both cried out at the change of position.

“Good girl.”

The you made fierce eye contact with Crosshair and ave him a mischievous wink, “Alpha… please!”

They were suddenly filled with the deep primal urge to please you. You haven’t used your omega voice since Howzer, and even it made you shiver, just like the boys around you.

They were on you like flies.

Tech and Wrecker shoving each other around trying to get to you. Competing for who would make you cum first.

You watched Crosshair approach but manage to somehow stop himself just a few feet away remembering your punishment could be so much worse if he were to disobey your wishes.

You knew it was paining him not to answer your cry… It was payback. You smiled wolfishly as Hunter took you to pound town to finish the job.

Wrecker used his strength to shove Tech away to slide under your spread thighs to lick at your clit a suckle gently coaxing you to your end.

You screamed baring down on Wrecker’s face as your pleasure washed over you like a tidal wave with such ferocity.

You shivered and convulsed as Hunter gave you his last few pumps before filling you with his cum. He leaned forwards biting into your shoulder again careful not to hit the gland as he came down from his high. Clearly your enchanting command had turned on his hindbrain too Hunter was actively fighting off the urges to mate. He must be extra sensitive due to his special abilities.

You quivered around his softening cock feeling the afterglow tingles from the mock bite dissipate from the junction of your neck.

You almost collapsed onto Wrecker but Hunter was holding on tight trying to quell his desire to actually bite you. Fucking without the implants was proving to be dangerous he realized. He nuzzled the back of your neck trying to keep his incisors in check but not ready to let you go quite yet.

“You want help with that Cross?” You looked down at his crotch. He swallowed thickly. “You know what you need to do…” You smirked sitting up letting Hunter slide out of you.

He sighed, “Fine, but not in front of them.” He grumbled making you smile.

“You heard him.” You said readjusting your dress to cover yourself again. The others just left with a grin slapping Crosshair on the shoulder as they stumbled out, feeling the blood rush back to their heads.

“Go on.” You crossed your arms calming your heart.

“You’re neglecting your real talents.” He sighed leaning against the wall, “Should be working for the Guard in interrogation and torture tactics.”

You raised a brow.

“Ugh.” He looked up at the ceiling before turning his attention to you, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have used my voice to command you like that, and I’m sorry.” It wasn’t the best apology, but you knew that was probably more than anything anyone has ever probably received from the prickly sniper.

“Apology accepted.” You smiled, “On one condition… You give me back my panties.”

He laughed, “Fine. But you’ll have to raid Wrecker’s drawer too.”

“Come here.” You ordered.

He walked over to you as you stood up still being dwarfed by the tall soldier, “Promise you’ll never do that to me ever again. You cannot take my freewill from me.”

He sighed feeling the guilt in his chest, “I promise ad’ika.”

You nodded and brought your hands up to his cheeks forcing him to look at you before you leaned up onto your tip toes to press your lips to his. He deepened the kiss lowering his head to your height.

“I want you Crosshair.” You whispered breaking the kiss, “I wanted you the second I saw you in that temple.”

He growled backing you up into the cot, “You looked so good holding firepuncher. Looked even better killing that man.”

You hummed, “You liked that huh?”

He nodded, “Oh yes, ad’ika.” He snaked his arm around your neck to fist your hair and expose your neck to him, “My omega is fierce.” He ran his incisors over your pulse point where his brother had left his mark making you shiver.

“Your omega?” You were breathless.

He hummed approvingly, “Mine.” He snarled launching you down to the cot. You landed with a yelp as he crowded you into the jumbled mattress.

“This damn dress.” He shook his head taking it all in before yanking down your top to reveal your breasts and hardened nippled. He leaned forwards latching onto one and massaging the other as he nudged your legs apart, “Was gonna take you on that temple floor. M’didn’t wanna wait.” He switched sides giving equal attention to the other breast.

You whined thinking about that heated look he gave you when the pirate had dropped cold. You knew if the city wasn’t under siege he would have made good on his word and that sent a powerful thrill through your entire being. You carded your fingers through his silver hair massaging his nape making him moan.

“So perfect ad’ika.” He praised pushing the dress slit to the side to reveal your ruined thighs. He smirked seeing the mess his brother had made of you.

You chewed your lip as he shoved his blacks down revealing his massive cock. It was definitely longer than the others and veiny like Wreckers. You spread your legs letting him see the cum leaking out of you. It made his cock twitch and drip with precum.

The past 48 hours without you had nearly driven him nearly to insanity, but looking down at you now, he finally felt like he could relax and enjoy you how he wanted.

Knowing you had already been warmed up, he gripped your thighs placing your ankles on either side of his head and pushed forwards sliding into you with ease. You cried out being stretched again as Cross filled you to the brim. He brushed up against your cervix making you squirm and mewl.

“Such a good girl.” He smiled flashing his incisors, “Taking all of your alphas so well…like you were made for us.” He thrust hard watching you bounce up and down on his cock. He reached forwards grabbing your tits and massaging them as he continued his precision thrusts.

“Ah-Crosshair!” You whined grappling for purchase and gripping onto his thighs.

He rocked the two of you steadily, “Wanted to kill all those fucking people for taking you from us.” He was getting more aggressive in his movements, “Never letting you go ever again ad’ika.” He reached down parting your thighs to rub circles on your clit. He felt you begin to flutter around him, “Gonna kill anyone who tries.”

“Promise?” You looked up at him with a wicked grin.

He mimicked your exact expression feeling a bolt of energy run through him, “Promise, sweetheart.” You were going to be the death of him.

He felt you tense up and knew you were about to cum. He kept going until you were arching off the bed moaning like you were in heat again.

He leaned down to press desperate kisses to your plush lips as he too reached his high adding his seed to the mess between your thighs.

Once he stilled, he remained there inside you, pressing open mouth kisses all over your face and neck. You squeezed around him as you preened from his attentions.

“Have you made up now?” Tech asked turning into the doorway. Crosshair let out an exacerbated sigh rolling over, brining you with him as he pulled the sheet up over the two of you.

“Yes Tech.” You smiled laying your head down onto Crosshair’s thumping chest.

“Good.” Tech held up his data pad, “We have twelve more hours until we touch down on Coruscant. I think the others want to talk about the logistics of this rather unorthodox relationship.”

“Then tell them to come in here.” Crosshair petted the stray hairs on your head down and tucked loose strands behind your ear.

Tech left and returned with the others including Echo who seemed all too pleased with himself. What a little mischief maker.

“Alright.” Hunter seemed a lot less awkward now having a better idea of how you feel about this whole arrangement, “Obviously this is not allowed under GAR regulations.”

“When have we ever obeys orders?” Tech said.

“Never.” Hunter shook his head, “So, obviously this doesn’t leave here.” He gestured to the group, “When we return we’ll have to get fresh implants but when they ask what happened we tell them we crash landed. Pip went through an entire cycle locked in this room and the rest of us had to go trade with locals to get replacement parts.”

“They’ll smell the mixed scents in here.” Crosshair hugged you to his chest like a little doll.

“We’ll clean the entire ship before we touch down.” Tech answered.

“Freaking finally.” You said in relief knowing you’d have help this time.

“What about her?” Echo pointed to you, “She’s covered in bruises.”

“Pip encountered hostiles and fought them off, as for the bites we’ll use bacta and hope for the best.”

“You realize you won’t be able to act any different when we're not alone.” Echo reminded, “You can’t be territorial in any sense. If they even begin to pick up on that, you’ll be decommissioned or she’ll be transferred.”

They visibly tensed.

“I don’t think the GAR will think anything strange of us.” Tech reasoned, “We’ve always been unorthodox.”

“That does play to your advantage.” Echo nodded.

“Are you okay with this Echo?” You asked hoping your longest friend is emotionally alright with this whole thing.

“Oh yeah pip.” He smiled, “Just glad you idiots finally did something about this. The tension was palpable.”

“You’re a meddler you know that?” You laughed.

“Obviously.” He snarked, “How else am I supposed to entertain myself?”

“Okay everyone needs to get cleaned up and then we need to start scrubbing this entire vessel down ceiling to floor.” Hunter gave the orders, “Then we need to go back to being one big happy platonic family.”

You giggled.

“I think we can manage.” Tech slinked out of the room to hunt down the cleaning supplies.

“Can you carry me to the fresher?” You asked Crosshair who nodded and helped gather you up in his arms. The two of you walked to the fresher where he helped you out of the dress and into the stall where he turned the water to warm. You stood on wobbly legs letting the water wash away evidence of the boys. You started scrubbing yourself down when Crosshair joined you. It was bit of a squish but you two managed.

You grabbed the soap again and began washing Crosshair. He gave you an unsure look that made you realize he’s probably never had anyone take care of him like this before. Your heart shattered a bit as you made sure to get his hair all the way down his legs. You always had such sympathy for the clone soldiers. They were barely seen as human from the rest of the galaxy…but not to you. To you they were so much more.

When you were both clean, you stepped out wrapping a towel around yourself securing it before walking back into your old bunk. You had found an old uncomfortable binder you didn’t love and pulled that on, securing it to your breasts, then slid on a pair of panties that the pirates hadn’t raided, but that was it.

You made sure to throw the red dress into the washer along with all of the boys clothes leaving the entire ship in just their boxers and socks.

Everything else went into the wash including all the bunk sheets and what remained of your ransacked nest. You had whimpered seeing the state of it. All your hard work and comfort, destroyed. The boys made sure to take care of that mess so you didn’t have to dwell on it for too long.

Walking out into the main cabin you grabbed the cleaning supplies from Tech and started getting to work helping.

“Here, mesh’la.” Hunter knelt down to you popping a bacta pill into your mouth for the bruising along with the gel on your skin hoping that the few hours left on board the marauder they’d heal up a bit. You swallowed the pill and let Hunter smear the gel around your neck and ribs. He made sure to change your foot bandages and apply more bacta. Those cuts seem to be healing up nicely to both of your satisfaction.

“Damn girl.” Echo let out a low whistle, “Those uniforms are a crime for hiding all that.” He laughed making you scoff.

“Prefer the red dress trooper?” You play flirted back.

“If only I wasn’t 80% cyborg.” He winked at you.

You giggled going back to your cleaning helping Tech get the crevices you couldn’t reach.

~~~

You blew a piece of hair out of your face, “Alright Hunter how does it smell?”

He sniffed the air, “Sterile.” He cringed.

“Perfect.” Tech gave an approving nod.

“This ship has never been this clean.” Crosshair looked around at the shiny durasteel. They had cleaned every inch of this space craft, put all the bunks back together to regulation, and scrubbed the Mimban mud from their boots. The damn ship looked fresh off the line.

They had slipped their blacks and armor back on making sure those had been cleaned too. You slinked back into the red dress making sure to secure it to your chest binder hiding your nips better. You also kept the panties on, feeling slightly less vulnerable this time. Not having shoes was still drag. Hopefully you’d be able to get a new pair immediately.

You were trying to figure out how you were going to exit the hatch without turning heads. You realized that would probably be impossible given the circumstances.

“They’re going to ask questions.” You sighed taking a bite of Echo’s ration bar as you leaned against his console.

“Well, you definitely catch attention.” He laughed thumbing the fabric.

“I just want my shoes back.” You groaned, “Do you know how long it took me to break those in?”

“We’ll all have to get new civvies and blacks.” He reminded, “Do you still have that stash at your place?”

“I think so. I don’t have any of Crosshairs though.” You gave the sniper an apologetic shrug. He just nodded and went back to cleaning firepuncher.

“My favorite band t-shirts are gone.” Wrecker whined. You knew show special all their things were to them. And you knew it was hard for them to come by certain items. They didn’t get paid for their service to the republic so clones rarely had personal belongings. A fact that also made your blood boil.

“I’ll get you a replacement one, honey.” You smiled. It made Wrecker light up.

“Think you can finesse those good meals from the medic center?” Echo begged, “I’m craving tip-yip.”

“Yeah, I’ll get Layla to drop some off when we touch down.”

“Now thats a fox.” Echo smirked taking another bite of the bland bar.

“I’ll tell her you said so.”

He leaned back in his chair, “She into cyborgs?”

“I think Layla’s into everyone.” You played.

“She had Rex’s boys down bad.” Echo laughed recalling the way they couldn’t shut up about the pretty omega nurse on board Skywalker’s Venator.

“Oh yeah. She had Kix on his knees.” You giggles remembering the way she had him blushing like a virgin in the exam room. Echo laughed.

“We should get her to do a pin up for the boys!” You suggested.

“Now thats a plan!” Echo bit his lip.

“When are we getting a pin up of you sweetheart?” Crosshair interjected.

“Yeah I want one of those!” Wrecker pounded the table sending Crosshair’s stuff flying.

“In your dreams boys!” You shook your head.

They groaned in protest.

“I still think we should paint you on the hull.” Wrecker pouted.

“I second that.” Tech voted.

“We’re leaving hyperspace, strap in.” Echo tapped your knee making you stand up from the console, you walked over to your jump seat settling in.

The others prepared for the sudden stop.

“On approach.” Tech masterfully steered the ship down towards Coruscant’s surface approaching the GAR docking bay.

Once cleared, the Marauder was set down gently in an open maintenance stall.

“Havoc Marauder to service bay, requesting immediate repair.” Tech radioed in.

“Havoc Marauder are you alright?” The service bay clone asked.

“Our ship crashed on return to Coruscant, we obtained replacement parts but we need a full service to ensure optimal performance.” Tech informed.

“Noted. We’ll be sending down mechanics and replacement parts shortly please stand by.”

“Where’s my med kit?” You suddenly asked looking around at the near empty ship.

“Stolen.” Hunter shrugged.

“Dammit.” You sighed, “Chief’s gonna rip me a new one.”

“That might be the least of our problems.” Tech pointed out the view port.

As the service team arrived with new engine parts and mechanic droids, General Kenobi and General Skywalker approached with the Coruscant guard in tow.

“Kark.” You sighed. You all were cooked.

“You wanna go talk to your old General?” Echo nudged you.

“He was your general too!” You shoved him back.

“Yeah but you’re prettier!” Echo shoved you to the hatch hitting the disengage, “He’ll be easier on you.”

You were about to protest when Hunter took the lead stepping down the hatch deciding to just get this conversation out of the way.

“Generals.” He greeted. The other 99’s marched down the stairs leaving you and Echo to watch from the ship’s view port.

“Sergeant Hunter.” They greeted.

“Can I help you sir?” You looked to the Coruscant Guard. Their crimson uniforms stood out against the starkness of the hangar bay, “My men have had been through an exhausting ordeal and we’d like to get everything in order before returning to the barracks for some much needed rest.”

“We were sent by the chancellor to escort you.” General Kenobi said, “He has heard about Kashyyyk and has been eagerly awaiting your return. We haven’t heard from you in two standard weeks.”

“We were shot down and crashed on Mimban sir.” Hunter sighed, “It took longer than expected to find repair parts.”

“Where is Tiny?” Skywalker asked, “I can sense her anxiety.”

“Uhh yeah.” Hunter looked back to the ship, “She’s in there. There was an incident sir.”

“An incident?” Skywalker’s brows furrowed.

“She’s alright. A little shook up. But we encountered hostiles who kidnapped her and took her back to their home city. We were able to retrieve her, but then pirates raided our ship and took all of our belongings.” He cleared his throat unsure how to explain the rest… “Pip?” He called. He could hear you sigh before he heard Echo shuffle behind you shoving you out of the hatch with a squeak.

You stumbled down the stairs trying your hardest to keep your modesty by holding the front and back panels of the dress together pathetically trying not to flash the men. You watched everyone shift uncomfortably seeing you. The head guard respectfully lowered his gaze while Skywalker gawked at you.

It didn’t help that the wind was trying to expose you like a cruel joke.

“What the fuck is that!” He was being protective again. You two had essentially grown up together. Anakin felt like an older brother to you and you knew he’d be upset.

“Language Anakin.” Kenobi sighed also keeping his gaze away and respectful.

“Hi, Generals.” You squeaked out feeling incredibly exposed.

“Do I want to know?” Anakin crossed his arms raising a brow.

You shook your head looking down at the ground wanting to die on the spot.

“Here little one.” Kenobi shed his outer robe handing it to you so you could cover up.

You gratefully took the brown fabric and bundled yourself up. The fabric pooled at your feet.

“Where are your shoes!” Anakin stared at your bandaged feet. His tone remarkably similar to when he’d reprimand Ashoka for something reckless.

“An old lady took them.” You responded softly. You heard Echo choke back a laugh in the background.

“An old-” He shook his head, “Every time I see you Tiny, it’s something new.”

You sighed knowing he was right.

“Sorry Anakin.” You snuggled into Kenobi’s robes a little tighter.

“It’s not your fault Y/N.” Obi wan gave Anakin with a stern look, “We’re glad you’re okay.”

“Thank you General.” You always liked the older man, he had such wisdom about him.

“We should get to the Chancellors office promptly, he’s eager to learn more about the chemical attack.” Kenobi nodded.

Hunter gestured for you to follow the Generals while the others followed in suit preparing to give their report. You just trotted behind Anakin trying to keep up with his long strides incredibly thankful for Obi wan’s robes.

“Told you he’d take it better from you.” Echo whispered in your ear.

“What about that seemed better to you?!” You whispered back.

“His shock at seeing you distracted him from asking about our short comings.” He smiled evil.

“Kark hole.” You growled lowly.

“Shut up, you love me.” He shoved you playfully.

You just scowled at him as your party arrived at the transport. Hunter held out a hand to help you climb into the ship and the guard guided you to a jump seat on the side while the men filed in holding onto the handle bars above.

You caught Skywalker eyeing you and you smiled sheepishly. The guard reached down to buckle you in but you stopped him, “I got it trooper.”

“Apologies ma’am.” He quickly stood up seemingly coming to his senses.

“No problem.” You have him a smile buckling in yourself.

Ugh you really need to get your implants in stat. That’s probably why Skywalker is giving you an incredulous look. You realized you probably reek of omega and it’s messing with everyone, probably himself too.

The transport lifted off and made a beeline for the Senate building. You shivered feeling the cold air rush past you. You had never been so grateful for an article of clothing in your entire life. Obi Wan’s robe was so soft and cozy.

You caught Tech checking in on you with a casual glance. You gave him a tiny nod as he went back to looking out the side of the ship at the city below.

“Prepare for docking.” The guard barked out over the engines.

The ship was quick to dock and you unbuckled, following everyone towards the building. This time, the head guard grabbed you by the waist and lifted you down from the ship setting you down on the concrete.

Your surprised squeak made your squad whip around to stare. Even the guard seemed shocked at his own actions.

You just patted his chest plate and continued on trying to prevent a scene. This better go quick or you were going to have a line of alphas trailing after you. You could feel your squad’s eyes burning holes into your back.

“Anything I should know about?” Skywalker bit out quietly into your ear.

“Nothing you want to know.” You replied, “Trust me.”

He growled urging you forward keeping a distance between you and the soldiers.

You could feel everyone’s eyes on you. You wished the Generals had at least given you time to get a new uniform from the stock pile or something. Wearing Jedi robes over a crimson red dress was definitely something that caught looks.

Essentially every senator and Coruscant guard in passing turned to look and sniff. You just sighed wishing for this to be over and to crawl into your bed back home.

You wanted to tuck yourself into Hunter’s side for comfort, but you knew that wasn’t going to be an option. Instead you stuck it through, all the way to the Chancellors office despite the incredibly awkward lift ride cramped inside with so many alphas.

“I think it’s probably better if you wait here Y/N.” Kenobi instructed you to sit on the bench outside the Chancellors office. Knowing he was right, given your inappropriate attire, seeing the Chancellor would be improper.

You were also thankful to not have to stand there and listen to the recount of the last three months you had just experienced.

The guard stood watch outside the chambers stoic as statues as they flanked the doors. However, the same soldier that had tried to buckle you in walked over to you with a confident stride.

“You were on Kashyyyk?” He asked.

You nodded.

“We heard about it through some of the radio chatter, what happened to those men?” He slid off his helmet, “I’m Thorne.” He held out his hand for you to shake. He was handsome. Clean cut to regulation, but you noticed his hair was a little curly on top. Must be a slight defect just like Rex you wondered.

You took his hand, “I’m Y/N, and yeah we were there. We were posted for three months on the front lines. The separatists dropped a chemical bomb that turned the entire camp feral. My squad was just out of range and we were able to get away. Tried to relay the message to the General on site, but we were shot down and ended up falling out of hyperspace onto Mimban.”

He looked shocked, “Mimban?”

You nodded, “Been a hell of a tour.”

“I bet.” He agreed.

“Have you heard what happened?” You wondered thinking about Wolffe and the others, “We were stranded for so long we haven’t been able to hear anything.”

“Let me ask the commander.” He spun around to wave over his head officer.

That was the clone that lifted you out of the transport.

“This is Fox.” Thorne introduced him, “Fox, this is Y/N.”

“Hi.” You gave him a polite smile.

“She was on Kashyyyk, she’s asking about the 104th.” Thorn filled him in.

“Last I heard they were okay. I guess your message got out and they were able to send in reinforcements.” Fox told you.

You let out a relived sigh, “Thank the maker.”

“They crash landed on Mimban.” Thorne added, “Sounds awful.”

“It was.”

“What’s with the get up?” Fox pointed to the red.

“An old lady took my clothes.” You kicked your bandaged feet out showing him the damage, “Pirates took the rest. Got kidnapped by a local war party and was held prisoner in an all women’s encampment. Apparently red is their favorite color.”

He let out a low whistle, “Can’t say I’d trade places with you.”

You huffed with a smile.

“You’re with the 99’s?” Thorn asked.

“Yeah.” You looked to the closed door wondering how it was going in there.

“You like them?” Fox asked.

Your eyes widened, “Oh uh, yeah. Took some warming up to, they’re not used to having outsiders.” Your heart pounded.

“Noticed you were close with General Skywalker.” Fox stated. What is this, twenty questions? You felt like you were in one of their interrogation chambers.

“I was his medic for majority of the war. Transferred after General Tano left the order.” You felt a pang of sadness hit your chest.

Fox just nodded. You knew about his involvement in the whole drama. You couldn’t blame him, he was just doing his job. However, Anakin didn’t see it that way. Poor alpha just wanted his padawan back. She was almost like a pup to him. It broke his heart.

“You ever leave here?” You asked looking around at this drab building.

“Hardly.” Thorn laughed clapping his commander on the back.

“Do you know when they’ll be done?” You asked, “I’d really like to get some real clothes and a hot meal.”

“Should be soon. I can have a droid bring up some basics for you.” Fox offered.

You thanked him and let him put the order in, thrilled to get out of this awful outfit. It wasn’t long before a service droid reappeared with women’s black basics and a pair of fresh off the line combat boots.

“Thank you!” You eagerly took the clothes and disappeared into the women’s facilities. When an ecstatic smile you locked yourself into a stall removing Kenobi’s robe and throwing it over the door along with the strip of red fabric. You slid on the loose pants, fastening them to your waist, along with the black form fitting top. You tucked in the shirt and slid the regulation belt through the loops. Last came the socks and the boots which you could have cried with joy finally having something on your feet again.

When you were done, you chucked the red fabric into the trash receptacle and neatly folded the Jedi robe. The shoes were stiff but you knew you’d have to break them in regardless. Stepping out of the facilities, the guards turned to watch you re-approach.

“Better?” Thorn gave you a charming smile.

“I feel human again. Thank you.” You smiled sitting down again and placing the robe in your lap, “My old commander had a defect, his hair was blonde.” You pointed to his head, “Yours as well?”

“All my batch mates have it.” Thorn nudged Fox, “Even Mr. Grumps over here.”

Fox grumbled. Grumpy he was…Probably came with the job.

“Show the pretty lady that handsome mug.” Thorne teased.

Fox took off his helmet resting it on his hip. He was handsome just like his batch mate except his hair wasn’t as curly at Thorne’s, it was more of a loose wave. He kept the sides cropped neatly but there was something so intriguing about this clone, and familiar…

You narrowed your eyes inspecting his face. He had a small red tattoo peeking out of his collar which you clocked immediately.

“I’ve treated you.” You stated gettin this full attention. You pointed to his tattoo.

“When?” He asked curiously. He clearly was riffling through all of this memories trying to place you.

“Start of the war.” You remembered, “GAR main medical campus. You came in after an injury on the job, a stab wound here.” You poked his upper thigh, “Run in with a bounty hunter and his knife.”

He looked down at you suddenly remembering you, “You were my nurse.”

You smiled, “Yeah, you’re an awful patient.” You and Thorne laughed. Fox scowled. You remembered him fighting you at every point in his recovery. It took the patience of a Jedi master to keep yourself collected. You were still new to the GAR and Fox had been one of your first solo patients.

You smirked remembering something else, “Then you railed my friend in the supply closet.”

Thorne clapped him on the back, “Atta boy.”

“She still talks about you.” You teased.

“Layla, was it?” He was getting more confident. You were starting to see the cockiness Layla had yapped about for weeks come forward. Said he was the best ride she ever had. Fox, apparently, was an extremely dominant alpha. Made Layla knot crazy for what felt like forever.

You hummed leaning back against the wall.

Just then the door opened and your squad came out, lead by the Jedi Generals. Fox and Thorne scrambled to put their helmets back on realizing they had gone against regulation… in the senate, while talking to you.

You stood up thanking Obi wan and placing his folded robe back into his hands.

“I’m glad they were able to retrieve some more comfortable clothing for you.” Kenobi said opening up his robes and sliding them back onto his shoulder.

“Me too General.” You replied. Turning to look at your squad, you picked out Hunter, “Sarge?”

“Yeah Y/N?”

“Are we clear to go home?” You were feeling weary desperately wanting sleep.

“Yeah pip, we are.”

You nodded suddenly feeling excited to curl up in your bed and stuff yourself with real food.

“Nuh uh.” Skywalker cut in urging the group to get moving, “We’re getting you to the medics first. You can veg out later.” He must have read your thoughts. That still freaked you out even after serving under him for years.

You sighed knowing there wasn’t any other choice once Anakin made up his mind. His brotherliness was stubborn.

~~~

The ride to the ship hangar wasn’t long. You tried separating from the group to go have your exams taken care of but they all insisted on coming along. This included your squad, Anakin, and the guard.

“General I don’t think you’re allowed to steal the guard from the senate.” You growled feeling like you were being suffocated, “This is not necessary.” You waved a hand at the overly protective men.

“Actually Tiny I’ve decided it is.” Anakin crossed his arms, “You’re a ticking time bomb.”

You felt the anger rising in your chest, “Am not! This isn’t the first time I’ve dealt with an expired implant. I’m fine!”

“Then us coming along shouldn’t be a problem.” He argued.

“Ugh!” You stormed off towards the medical personnel building, “You’re not even authorized to be in here!”

“It’s Jedi business!” He strode past you arrogantly.

“What?! You wanna be in there when they’re poking and prodding me too?” You chased after him, “What is it with you freaking alphas!”

“I’m just watching out for you.” Anakin sassed using that same old excuse for the millionth time.

“I don’t need you too!” You stopped and then swerved around to look at your unit who was trailing behind you like a death squad, “I know for a fact you all also need new implants too, and that is over there.” You pointed to the clone treatment center to the right of the medic’s clinic.

“You heard Skywalker, General’s orders.” Crosshair leered.

You wanted to scream. Why the hell are they acting like this? Anakin opened the blast door holding it so you could walk through.

“Y/N?”

Layla’s voice sounded a little worried as she peeked up from behind the desk.

“Hi Layla.” You groused.

“What’s wrong?” She stood up taking in unnecessary amount of alphas crowding into the space, “Are you okay?” Layla was getting suspicious.

“Yeah I’m fine.” You snarled, “These karking idiots wont leave me alone.”

“You’re overdue for your implant, want to go somewhere a little more private?” She eyed the men.

You nodded and took off down the hall to the exam table on the left.

Layla followed you in clutching her data pad, “What’s that all about? And why is Fox here?” He raised her brows. You noticed the excitement in Layla’s eyes at the thought of her old fling waiting just on the other side of the divider.

You began stripping from your blacks to put on a sterile gown.

“I don’t know.” You whispered, “But keep your voice down the sergeant can hear us.”

She just nodded.

“Do you need a full exam?” She asked looking at your neck.

“Yeah.” You replied, “I had a heat while stranded on Mimban.”

“You were on Mimbam?” She was confused.

You gave her a loose rendition of the story to fill her in. She just nodded picking up the pregnancy test holding it up for you like a question. You gave her a nod not wanting Hunter to hear a thing.

She put your legs up in the stirrups and began the exam testing for all kinds of things and injury. You just stared up at the ceiling as she did her job expertly without hurting you too much.

“I think thats why the General is concerned.” Layla whispered, “He probably knows what happened.”

“What worries me is he can read minds.” You whispered back letting Layla draw a bead of blood for the pregnancy test, “He started acting weird after the debrief.”

“But was it good?” She asked biting her lip with a mischievous smile.

You nodded, “It was insane.” You thought back to the last week feeling a jolt of arousal rush to your core thinking about the way the men had pleasured you.

“What is taking so long?” Anakin’s booming voice sounded from the other side of the curtain.

“Karking maker Anakin!” You screamed, “She’s literally digging around inside me, leave me alone!”

You heard a shuffling letting you know Anakin was leaving you two again.

Layla placed the various tests into the correct machines before grabbing her implant injector. Just like she had the last time, she plunged the tool into your shoulder injecting you with the pill.

“Should take a few hours to kick in.” She reminded, “As for everything else you’re clear. Healthy as a can be.” She silently held up the negative pregnancy test results. Thank the maker.

She uploaded the data to your profile before helping you down the table. You redressed and gathered yourself before stepping out into the hall. Layla pushed the curtain all the way back following behind you, “Make sure to eat something. You’re skinnier than last time I saw you.” She handed you a copy of the report.

“How much skinnier?” Anakin interrogated.

You grabbed the data pad and shoved it into his chest, “How about you just read it yourself since you’re so invested.”

He took the tablet from you and to his credit he did actually read it. You watched him scan for the answer he was so desperately looking for and when he saw the big fat NEGATIVE next to pregnancy test he let out a relived sigh.

Now you knew he knew, and this proved it. But you know Anakin, luckily he’d never tell a soul. Protective as he may be, he also knew not everything needs to be reported to the higher ups.

“Satisfied?” You snatched back the tablet handing it to Layla, “Can I be dismissed now, General?”

He just nodded, “You’re dismissed.”

Without another word you left the clinic leaving everyone behind.

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