#more papi stuff coming cause he took a bitch out yesterday

[thirstyandbeautiful]

Mmm why they would do that...

Maybe you've been acting so insatiable again, wearing pretty dresses with nothing underneath (maybe just a pretty little plug) then draping yourself over the furniture in a way that leaves you a hair's breath away from it all being on display. Or they told you not to touch because they had plans but you didn't listen.

Xoxo mafia anon

ohhhh i have a whole idea with this one... bringing back the lovely little butterfly from some habits weren’t meant to be broken pt. 2

Australian Daddies Mafia!AU The Butterfly Garden

Daddy and Papi liked to be prepared when they had visitors come to your property. They’d been planning Pierre’s visit for a while now. They liked the guy, he was a good contact and he was friendly, probably as normal as most men got in their line of work.

But when Pierre had chosen to text a week before he was set to arrive and mentioned casually passing by like their home was a drive thru, it had kinda set them on edge.

But nevertheless, the boys planned on giving him a simple tour of the lands and some shop talk before nudging him out the door. Which is how they ended up in the blinding sunshine outside walking Pierre around without you.

The boys aren’t entirely sure where you were at. You had worn each other out the night before, and the long hours of exertion had made the men oversleep. When they’d realized they’d slept way too close to the time to the Frenchman was supposed to arrive, they opted to sneak out of bed, leaving you to get all the sleep you wanted and probably needed.

So they figured you were still asleep.

“Where is your wife?” Pierre asked nonchalantly.

Looking at Daddy, Papi could see the wheels beginning to spin out of control, “She’s still asleep.” Papi answered simply.

“Ah, does she need a lot? To stay so pretty?”

Daddy’s jaw clenched. He knew that Pierre was just cheeky, and never meant harm, but it still irked him that he spoke about you so freely. As if he had a right to even think of you in such a way. He didn’t, and he never would. You were his and Papi’s. 

“I don’t think so, we usually don’t let her.” Papi joked slyly, getting the message across while still sounding friendly.

Daddy caught the wink he sent his way and blew him a kiss behind Pierre’s head. He could tell that your shared husband was just as eager to get rid of Pierre as he was, Papi was talking way more than normal, laying on the friendliness thick so that when he nudged him towards the door it wouldn’t look so abrupt or rude. 

He ushered Pierre into the house, getting ready to nudge him right towards the front and out the door when Pierre stopped in his tracks.

“Ah, there she is.” 

And he was right, there you were. Laying on the cream colored couch, your legs and feet bare, the only thing on your body was a smock looking babydoll dress. It was a gift that they had picked up in another part of the world. The pure white of the dress glowed, the iridescent shine of it making you look like a mirage. Your head was turned towards the back of the couch, away from them.  

“What a lovely dress.” Pierre spoke a bit louder, testing if you’d heard him. 

You woke up, and turned your head a bit. When you turned your body to roll on to your back, the dress bunched dangerously high, the already short material doing little to cover your decency. The dress lifted high over your hip, exposing the skin that only Daddy and Papi saw, sporting a love bite from the night before. Daddy’s breath caught as his gaze fell between your spread legs, one of them bent up against the back of the couch and the other had slipped off, leaving you spread.

But there was something already between your legs, covering your mound from view. It definitely wasn’t panties, and Daddy felt himself twitch cause it looked like a plug. But while they couldn’t tell what was between your legs, they could all clearly see your butterfly in your mouth. 

Daddy moved quickly, walking across the room without sparing a glance at Pierre. He crouched in front of you, pushing your legs shut, shielding you from being seen in such a vulnerable state. He knew he shouldn’t have left you in bed alone, he mentally kicked himself for leaving you to wake up alone after such a long night. Of course there would be a falling out. 

“What an incredible partner you have.” Pierre’s words were spoken loudly, but tenderly, meant for you all to hear. As badly as Daddy wanted to, he didn’t take the bait, and he didn’t turn around. 

You hummed as Daddy stroked your head, your eyes slipping shut as his finger tips rubbed your scalp. 

“Yes, and if you don’t mind-” 

Pierre cut Papi off. “I understand, don’t worry.” The silence stretched for a moment before Pierre filled it. “I’ll leave you to care for your little butterfly.” 

Daddy glanced over his shoulder, catching the back of Pierre as he walked towards the front of the house and out of view, the sound of the door opening and closing making both men sigh in relief. 

Papi leaned on one foot, dropping his hands to hips, “Darling, what in the world-”

“Babydoll, you knew we’d have company this morning.” Daddy spoke softer to you over Papi. 

You made a small sound, your eyes still shut as Daddy’s hands stroked your hair. You opened your eyes, looking up at Daddy’s face with a smile on your own, your cheeks pushed up, the curve of your mouth covered by the beautiful wings laying over your mouth. 

Papi came around the side of the couch, so he was standing in front of the back corner of the L shaped couch, where your feet were. “And what is that?” 

Papi leaned over and pushed your thighs open, both legs falling open as you threw your hands over your head, looking much more smug than you had originally. Papi and Daddy fell for silent for a moment as they stared between your legs. 

Instead of your beautiful pussy, all they saw was a glittering, beautifully shaded and painted butterfly covering your entrance. It matched the butterfly in your mouth perfectly. 

“Where did you get that from?” Daddy asked stunned, already feeling himself hardening in his pants. 

Papi made a sound and leaned over the couch, reaching for the butterfly. You made a slight sound as his fingers brushed against the skin around your entrance between your thighs. But when he pulled on the butterfly, the wet sound of you gushing could be heard and Papi paused pulling. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Papi growled, pulling on it softer as it slipped from your pussy, covered in your juices and probably either his or Daddy’s from the night before.

The butterfly was just a base for no ordinary plug, but an actual small sized dildo, the silicone disappearing inside you at a thickness that was half the girth of either of your husbands, but you still felt it as Papi slowly pulled it from your core, realizing that it was only a few inches long. 

“Unbelievable. Anything to say for yourself?” 

Papi’s annoyance could be felt as he pushed it back into you, before reaching up for the other butterfly that was in your mouth so you could answer. But as soon as he reached for it, you did something you’d never done before. 

You lifted your foot and kicked him away by pushing your foot into his shoulder, making a loud distressed sound of annoyance, your brows furrowing. You pushed yourself up on to your elbows, looking up at Papi defiantly. 

Daddy was shocked to say the least, and found himself quickly trying to intervene between whatever was happening. “Don’t kick, be a good girl.” He said softly. 

“So you woke up a brat, huh?” Papi completely ignored Daddy as he leaned his fists on to the backboard of the couch, leaning over towards you. “Reckon we need to set her straight.” He said towards Daddy, not breaking eye contact with his very annoyed wife. 

You lifted your chin and looked at Papi expectantly, and Daddy could feel himself getting more excited. He knew that the best night were from when you were riling one of them up. And even though Papi was a very patient lover to the both of you, you’d chosen to pick at something he wouldn’t tolerate- putting yourself on display for others. 

Daddy could admit that it irked him too, a dangerous, possessive part of him wanted to keep you all to himself, as he figured he should. He knew all three of you had the same, all three of you were possessive. You wanted each other and only each other, but sometimes you acted out just to get them going. 

And you’d done it right this morning. 

And you’d managed to slip right passed all the well maintained and grown patience Papi had for you and skipped straight to the hungry wolf in front of you. 

Daddy looked at Papi, and could feel the heart/dumb struck look on his face. The scene was only just beginning, but he was so turned on. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants. You kicking Papi and Papi’s reaction replayed in his head, the hungry look in Papi’s face making him want to choke on his dick then and there. He would’ve happily let Papi fuck his face, as long as he got to fuck you during it.

“Naughty, naughty girl.” Papi tsk’d before he grabbed your ankles.

You gasped, your teeth holding on to the sucker in your mouth as Papi gripped your ankles and dragged you towards him, turning you in the meantime. In a rare show of brute strength, he dragged you clean off the couch, crouching behind the back post with his back to it, to hoist you over his shoulder. 

On instinct, Daddy leaned forward and grabbed your dress that was hanging around your chest and yanked it clean off your body, leaving you bare over Papi’s shoulder. You lifted your head and looked at Daddy, looking exactly as proud as you did of yourself before. Your eyes squeezed shut as a loud smack resonated through the room.

Papi smacked your ass again before he turned around to face Daddy. Daddy’s eyes were instantly brought to the bulge between his legs, pressing against the button of his pants.

“I like this one.” Papi rumbled. 

Daddy’s eyes almost shut when he caught the look of the plug. From behind, the plug squeezed between your cheeks and thighs, making it obvious what it was covering. The gentleness and the beautiful design of the butterfly somehow made it more obscene, and rose the want in Daddy and Papi. Your butterfly nestled between your thighs, next to the handprint that was rising on your skin from Papi’s hard spanks. 

“I wanna cum on it.” Daddy revealed.

“You can cum on whatever part of her you want, she’s not getting anything inside her today.” 

When you whimpered over his shoulder, Papi gave your ass another hard slap, shushing you as you let yourself dangle over his shoulder. 

“Let’s get upstairs.” Papi nodded to Daddy before turning on his heel and going up the stairs effortlessly with your added weight.

Daddy followed, almost tripping over his own feet. He wanted the both of you so badly. As he took each step, he ran through what had just happened, and found himself bordering into annoyance, the kind of horny annoyance that was perfect for the punishment you had so clearly asked for. 

He couldn’t believe you’d spread your legs in front of Pierre, even if he couldn’t see anything, if it had only been intended for them and not the Frenchman, he wanted to punish you. 

When he walked into the room, he caught Papi throwing you on to the bed, your tits and body bouncing from the force he threw you with. What Daddy wasn’t expecting was for Papi to spread your legs and slap the butterfly on your pussy. Your pacifier fell from your mouth as you cried out in pleasurable pain, your thighs shaking. 

Papi turned and grabbed Daddy by his hair, “Come here, good boy.” 

He affectionately spoke to him before pulling roughly forward, bringing their lips together in a savage kiss that made Daddy’s lips sting and his cock twitch. He could hear you whimpering on the bed, and a little look to his side let him see your legs spread, your hips moving as you watched Daddy and Papi’s tongues and lips meet in front of you.

Daddy reach down and palmed Papi’s hard dick through his pants, rubbing his palm against it before grabbing at his button down, ripping the buttons open and peeling the material off his lover. Papi moaned enthusiastically into Daddy’s mouth. When Daddy finally had his own and Papi’s shirt off, he reached down and pulled at the opening of Papi’s pants, quickly getting them open.

“Go on, suck it,” Papi pushed on the top of Daddy’s head, forcing him to fall to his knees, “suck it like she wants to.” Papi spared you a glance where you were still whimpering on the bed, “Little slut.”

You spread your thighs wider, one foot lifting, failing to entice him to come closer. Daddy was a lost cause, already swallowing down Papi’s thickness to the hilt, choking himself on the dick as he deep throated it. You watched as the cock disappeared into his mouth and down his throat. It was torture to watch him suck Papi’s dick without you, especially since you knew how it tasted, how it felt, the weight of it in your hand and down your throat.

Papi’s head fell back as he thrust forward into Daddy’s mouth twice, his whole body flexing as he held back from fucking into Daddy’s face. He looked so good, they both did. Daddy had somehow managed to pull his clothes off on his knees.

You whined while you watched Papi grip Daddy’s head, slowly pulling his cock from and back into Daddy’s throat, while Daddy’s hand mimicked the rhythm of Papi fucking his face with the way he was jerking off his own hardness. 

Papi looks down at the sound of wet skin getting dragged, “Save it for the cumslut.” He tells Daddy, tapping his cheek to get his attention.

You resist the urge to rub your clit as you watch Daddy’s eyes flutter open as he looks up at Papi and nods like his mouth isn’t full of cock. Papi winked down at his husband before gripping the back of his head, holding him against him and trapping his cock down Daddy’s throat as he leaned over and grabbed your ankle, dragging you to the edge of the bed. 

He let go of your leg, his eyes half lidded as he let go of Daddy’s curls, letting him bob his head again, swallowing him down. You opened your legs, trying to entice Papi or Daddy, or both, to come to you. You reach down and grabbed the large butterfly covering your pussy and pulled on it, whimpering as you began dragging it to and from your entrance. The wet slushing sound of the warm, wet cavern of your body was audible, and you caught Papi’s face looking torn. Daddy pulled himself off of Papi’s cock to watch you for a moment while jerking Papi off with his hand. 

But neither one of them moved closer to you. 

“Fuck, you are so tempting, darling.” Papi choked out, “and you,” he reached down to stroke Daddy’s concave cheek with his thumb, “are so fucking good.”

Daddy made a happy whine and pushed his nose to Papi’s pelvis, the wet sucking sound of him gulping against the length down his throat made you bite your lip. Papi’s head dropped back as a guttural groan left his mouth, a smile gracing his lips as his teeth gritted and the veins of his neck strained. He was dangling towards the edge. 

“Oh, baby, so good to me.” Papi reached down and stroked Daddy’s hair, encouraging his husband. “So, so good.” 

“You see,” Papi chuckled, his face still to the ceiling, “this is how you fucking behave, darling.”

You felt yourself pout. You would suck his dick if he asked you to, but no, he was proving a point. And you were all too eager to watch this play out.

“Ah, fuck, right there, baby.” Papi began humming, a rumbling deep in his chest signaling his end, “Gonna make me cum, pull off, baby, off.”

Daddy pulled away with a wet gagging sound, falling back on to his ass on the carpet as Papi stepped around him and grabbed your foot, throwing your leg over his shoulder. You leaned back and groped your chest, closing your eyes as you waited to feel him ravage you. 

But instead, the only thing you felt was the warm splattering of cum being showered on to you. You looked down, at Papi’s swollen cock spurting cum all over your inner thighs and all over your butterfly covered pussy.

“No, no, no.” you whined.  

Papi pushed your leg off of his shoulder and took a step back, smirking at you deviously before he turned and crouched down. Smiling at Daddy before he cupped his face and brought their faces together. Your legs stayed open as they rose to their feet, their bare bodies pressing to each other. Papi’s half hard cock rubbing against Daddy’s hardness, a picture you never got tired of.

Their bodies pressed together, and their hands wandered. Papi’s hands went to the familiar route of stroking Daddy’s sides, his hands falling to the dimples on Daddy’s hips before grabbing his hips in his hands, squeezing the flesh until Daddy squeaked into his mouth. He loved teasing Daddy about how narrow his waist was. They smiled into each other’s mouths as they playfully nipped and licked at each other’s lips. 

Daddy’s hands stroked down the front of Papi’s chest, his finger tips spreading and pressing into his sensitive stomach as he pressed into your shared lover’s abs. His fingers pressed into Papi’s sides as he wrapped his arms around him, his hands creeping back up behind his shoulders until his hands finally lifted over his shoulders and stopped on his collarbones. Papi loved being stroked. 

“Excuse me.” You raised your voice, holding up the hand holding your pacifier, giving them your best ‘what the fuck’ face.

Papi let go of Daddy and turned toward you, a smile still playing on his face. The smugness on his face faltered as Daddy came up behind him and pushed him, making his hands shoot out to catch himself against the bed beside you. Daddy ignored you completely, leaning over Papi’s back and kissing his shoulder and the back of his neck. Papi sighed and his eyes rolled shut as Daddy’s hands ran over his hair to the base of his spine, before coming around to grip his neck in the palm of Daddy’s large hand.

He leaned over Papi to keep him bent over, and you watched Daddy’s hips rub back and forth against Papi’s ass, grinding his cock into your husband. The sweet sound Papi let out made your pussy clench. 

“Are you kidding me?” 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Daddy looked at you, giving you a smile, “Didn’t see you there.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Now, that’s not the way you should look at someone who’s gonna clean you up.”

You looked down as Daddy fell to his knees between your still spread legs. He leaned towards your cum covered, plugged center. Your breath caught as Daddy leaned ever closer, before he stopped and looked at Papi, who had fell on to his back on the bed next to you. 

“You’re next, gorgeous.” Daddy winked at him. 

“I better be.” 

Papi leaned back on one arm, holding himself up so he could watch. His foot came to rest on the bed too, and your eye was drawn to the way his cock fell on to one of his thighs. You licked your lips. 

A loud slurp brought your gaze down, to Daddy licking all of Papi’s cum off of your butterfly. You let out a cry, mutterings of ‘no’s leaving your lips as he sucked and licked on the butterfly, so close yet so far to where you really wanted to be licked. To watch him so enthusiastically lick and suck at your plug and not be able to feel all that effort felt criminal. 

“You don’t like your punishment?” Papi spoke sweetly to you, leaning his free hand over to stroke the side of your face.

You shook your head no, looking at him with wide eyes as he leaned toward you. 

“Should’ve thought of that before you fucking kicked me.” He laughed as he leaned away, leaving you pouty with glossy eyes.

“I’m sorry, Papi.” You mumbled. 

“Aww, she’s sorry.” Daddy teased from between your legs. 

You body jolted when he licked some of the cum that had smeared on your thigh off. The tongue to skin contact felt like a hot coal touching your body. Setting all your nerves aflame. 

“She’s cleaned up.” Daddy rose to his feet, stepping around your trembling legs until he was in front of Papi’s lounged form. 

“You gonna dirty her up like I did?”

He smiled as his hands fell on Papi’s thighs and squeezed. “Yeah, but that’s after I fuck you up.”

“No, please.”

“Shush, princess, your turn will come.” Daddy didn’t even look at you as he dismissed you. 

This time, your eyes did fill with tears, and you felt very sorry for what you’d knowingly done. 

Of course you knew Pierre was going to be there this morning. Pierre, who had been friendly and lovely, albeit a bit flirty, who had said things to you at your wedding that had you believing that he’d be unfazed by any little stunt you pulled in front of him. Someone who understood the dynamics of your loving relationship with the Aussies. 

You’d expected to get punished, of course you did. But even so, punishments always got to a point where you felt desperate, exactly where your husband wanted you. Your bottom lip trembled and you caught Daddy’s eye as he climbed on top of Papi. He sighed and dropped his head to Papi’s chest. 

“I think she’s learned her lesson.” He mumbled, looking back up at you with a soft smile.

“You’re folding already?” 

“Look at our girl.” Daddy kissed Papi’s cheek hard, forcing his face to turn towards you.

“Ah, darling.” Papi’s resolve crumbled the second your lip quivered in his sight.

Daddy gave Papi one last kiss before he climbed off of him. When he climbed between your legs your heart skipped a beat as his heavy cock fell on to your stomach. 

“Excuse me.” Daddy mumbled playfully against your lips as he rolled off of you and beside you. 

When you looked at Papi, he was leaning on the same arm as before, this time against your side as he stroked himself back to erect. You felt Daddy’s lips press to your jaw as you let yourself lay back, little tears escaping the corner of your eyes. Daddy leaned in and caught them with his tongue, kissing your face free of tear tracks while Papi’s leaned in and kissed your cheek, disrupting the tears as they dripped down the sides of your face. 

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled.

“We know, cupcake.” Daddy nuzzled your neck. 

“I forgive you,” Papi leaned in and growled against your collar, making you giggle as his voice dropped lower, “even though you kicked me.”

“I didn’t kick you hard.”

“Don’t start backchatting now.” Papi warned. 

Daddy reached over your head for your discarded butterfly, pushing it between your lips where you sucked it securely into your mouth. 

“Best to put that one in,” he tapped the end of it gently so it wouldn’t knock your teeth, “and take this one out.” 

You whined as the small plug was dragged out of you and thrown off the bed on to the floor. Your breath caught as the boys shared a look before they each hooked their forearms under a leg, spreading you as they leaned against your sides. With the both of them on each side of you, each man lifting a leg up, you were kept in place by their bodies and your own knees that almost touched your chest. You’re bracketed between both your lovers with no control, and you couldn’t have gotten wetter faster.

You whine against the silicone between your lips. Immediately, Daddy leans his hips in, pushing him into you until a gentle ‘pop’ is felt as he pushes through the ring of muscles around your entrance. He groans as he pulls himself from your body and Papi takes his place. You gasp as Papi pushes his hips against your ass and shakes his hips a bit to grind himself inside you before pulling out. As quickly as you’re empty, you’re full once again with the other. Your arms are limp above your head, giving into just feeling the pleasure as your husbands take turns fucking you thrust for thrust. 

You arch your back and hear Daddy curse as he pulls himself from your tightening walls, his longer dick takes longer to drag out of you. The sweet stretch of Papi, who’s thicker, makes you see stars. If it wasn’t Papi spreading you open, it was Daddy pushing you deeper. The feeling of them filling you was intoxicating, and you couldn’t just give into the pleasure. The constant change in dicks kept you in the moment, and even with your eyes closed, you knew who was inside you for each thrust. Your toes curled as your eyes opened and you realized both men had locked eyes, the act as erotic for the two of them to share as you to experience. 

You lifted your hands and gently stroked the back of their heads, giggling as, like cats, they leaned their heads back and their thrusts lost rhythm for a moment before continuing. Your eyes rolled back as you whined, your hips moving against the bed as you were traded back and forth between the two of them. 

“Stay in her.” Papi’s gruff tone made your eyes open as Daddy’s hips picked up the pace now that he didn’t have to pull out of you anymore.

You whimpered around the silicone in your mouth as Papi’s hand pushed your knee to your chest and he slunk down your body. You cried out, muffled by your pacifier, but still loud as your hand fisted in Daddy’s hair. Papi’s tongue was lapping at your clit as Daddy thrusted into you. 

Your hips moved of their own accord with your mounting pleasure. Daddy began panting against your shoulder and you cried out as you finally came, your butterfly falling from your mouth as you spit out before you choked on it. 

“Good girl, that’s our good girl.” Daddy praised, groaning as his hips stilled and you could feel his length twitching inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum. 

“Did so good, darling.” Papi was out of breath too, and kissed your inner thigh as he praised you. 

You closed your eyes and sighed, before quickly turning your head to peck Daddy’s nose with a kiss. You and Daddy both hissed as he was pulled from you, before you screeched as Papi’s mouth closed off your entrance, sucking lightly and sticking his tongue deep into your entrance where your husband’s cock had just been cumming. 

Papi hummed at the taste, “What?” He lifted his head and kissed your clit, looking up at you and Daddy, “It’s my turn.”

-

After a lazy morning of (shockingly) just cuddles and sweet words, the three of you were on cloud nine. You were all tangled together when one of the boys had mentioned breakfast. A lot of maneuvering to untangle yourselves from each other later, including a halfhearted attempt to leave bed and get dressed enough to be presentable to go downstairs, and you all had managed to leave your bedroom. 

Well, actually, you had Daddy carry you on his back downstairs to the kitchen. 

When you reached the kitchen, he plopped you on a chair, and began pulling down pans to make breakfast for you and Papi. Papi sat on the high chair next to yours at the raised island in the center of the kitchen. His arms wrapped around your waist and he kissed at your shoulder through your oversized shirt while you joked around with Daddy, promising him kisses if he cooked your breakfast just right. 

It was a perfect morning. 

Until George came wandering in. 

“Excuse me,” George walked cautiously into the kitchen, already knowing better than to go barging into any room the three of you were in together, “you got a gift, and I think you ought to come outside.” 

“A gift?” Daddy tilted his head towards George, “from who?”

“Not you, Daniel, or Michael,” he turned to look at you, “you got a gift.”

“Me?” You asked shocked.

“From who?” Papi’s tone came off clipped, already irritated even though he had been zen and settled all morning.

“Just,” George waved his hand as he turned, “come outside.”

You looked at your husbands before hopping off the high chair and following the Brit. You could hear your husbands behind you, and although this was a highly unusual moment- your husbands always presented their gifts directly to you so you knew this wasn’t from them, and your family only gave you gifts on your birthday and holidays, and neither of those were today.- you were kind of excited. 

Who didn’t like getting gifts?

“Oh my god.” You gasped, your sweater paw coming up to cover your mouth as your bare feet touched the stone walkway. 

“What the fuck?”

“Who the fuck?”

You giggled at your husbands as you all stood in shock in front of your house. There, on the curved driveway of your home, was a truck with a huge, stunning tree being unloaded from it. Your mouth fell open as you felt yourself melt at the beauty of the gift. You instantly knew where you wanted it, in the center of the lawn towards the center of the property, where you liked to lay in the sun and relax. It would be the perfect tree to lay under. You wondered how good the little flowers hanging from it smelled.

You wandered forward, drawn to the stunning foot long clusters of periwinkle shaded blossoms, and found that as you got closer, you saw the variation in hues, some petals more white, some more purple and some a bright, yet soft blue. It also smelled heavenly, the breeze brushing the lavender scent your way as you wandered closer. 

The huge clusters of flowers hung down and looked soft and pillowy, but the tree was far too tall for you to touch any of the ornaments on its branches. It was easily over 6 feet, taller than either of your husbands. You idly wondered how they were even able to deliver such a mature tree. 

“Ma’am,” Alex walked up to you, stepping around George who was going over how they were going to transplant the tree into the yard, “this is for you.”

You mumbled a thank you before taking the envelope he held. You raised your voice to tell your husbands, Alex and George exactly where you wanted your tree. George nodded before walking off towards the unloading team. 

“Who’s it from?” Papi asked, Daddy’s eyes locked on to the envelope Alex had passed to you. 

“I don’t know yet.” You replied, carefully pulling the envelope open before reading the note. Your breath caught in your throat as you read the note on the inside, and you felt heat rush up your cheeks. 

A beautiful butterfly tree for a beautiful butterfly. Please enjoy~ Pierre

“Oh my god.” You laughed. 

Daddy leaned over your shoulder to read, “Is he fucking kidding me?” Daddy read the letter out loud, to your mortification.

“I’ll rip him in half.”

“Michael!” You yelled before you started laughing. 

“Do we...” Alex trailed off, looking at Papi.

“No!” you yelled, holding your finger up to your husbands before repeating yourself, “No, Pierre’s harmless.”

“He’s coming on to you.” Papi was bordering unhinged with the look in his eye. 

“No.” You giggled, embarrassed by both the note and the tree, “I think this is really just him.” 

“You can’t keep it.” Daddy said, crossing his arms over his chest.

You glanced at Alex and could see the anxiety creeping up him. 

“We’re keeping it.” You reassured him, already seeing his shoulders fall a bit once you confirmed that he wouldn’t have to tell the team guys taking it off that they’d need to pack it back up. 

“We are not.” 

You squeezed your eyes shut and laughed at how quickly Alex looked uncomfortable again. You turned towards Papi who was turned fully towards you. 

“We are.” You nodded.

“Okay, darling,” Papi leaned towards you, Daddy standing as a human divider between you two, “you keep the tree, and I get Pierre.” 

“No!” You yelled. 

“I agree with him.”

“Daniel, no.”

“Daniel, yes.” Papi countered. 

“Both of you, inside now.” You yelled, pointing towards the door, “You’re ruining my tree moment.”

You giggled as you listened to the men drag their feet and grumble to each other as they walked back into your home. You rubbed your face and looked at Alex, who was standing awkwardly beside you. 

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” 

Alex gave you a small, tight, polite smile before responding, “i don’t want to get involved in... whatever this is.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to this all someday.”

You laughed harder at the way his eyes widened and the shock settled on his face.

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FIC: Drifters ch.8 (spicyhoney)

Summary: Edge has got a handle on this parenting stuff. Seriously. He does. It's alllll under control.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Violence, Rescued Child, Medical Experimentation, Babybones

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In Underfell, Edge always showered quickly and efficiently. It was the surest way to avoid the bursts of cold that came from their capricious hot water heater, and there was no reason to assume things would be different in Underswap. Efficiency was the key to many things in his life and kept the juggling act that was his life well balanced between his guard duties, his training with Undyne, and simply dealing with his brother.

He’d expected to be able to transfer those lessons to caring for this child; practical efficiency, that would be the way. What he hadn’t considered was how such a tiny little creature could thwart his plans so easily, nor had he anticipated how much effort was involved in all this, even when it came to something so simple as a bath.

Once the tub was full of water and frothy bubbles, and the baby was down to her bare bones, Edge was forced to consider the best method of bathing her. She wasn’t able to sit up on her own, but she could if braced and managed to more or less hold her head upright, surely a minor magic of its own considering the ungainly size of her skull.

The easiest approach seemed to be holding her up with one hand and bathing her with the other. It was a reasonable strategy. He should be able to finish quickly with none of the aforementioned ‘greased watermelon’ issue coming into play.

What he didn’t take into account was that she was less of a simple slippery melon and more of a sentient squirming slippery melon, with legs and arms and an unshakeable will of her own.

The moment he lowered her into the bath, the child began to thrash, making a fair attempt to bash the bubbles with both tiny fists and feet. She laughed gleefully as the water splattered around them, right up until the wave returned to splash her directly in the face.

The baby sputtered and coughed, floundering as she gasped for breath while Edge struggled to keep her head above the water. Her chin trembling as she turned her dripping face to him, sockets wide and wounded as if seeking reassurance for this terrible betrayal.

Edge couldn’t hold back a low chuckle, “I’m sorry, child, but that’s what happens when you don’t consider the consequences of your attack.”

His amusement seemed to spur her own. Her upset forgotten, she chortled happily and renewed her attack on the water, and this time the wave encompassed them both. In the end, there was very little washing on his part. The best he could manage was keeping her from slipping underwater as she splashed and played. It wasn’t the most efficient method, but he had to admit, she was very clean when he finally lifted her from the tub despite her loud protests.

Then came drying which turned into a game of its own when he learned that if he held up the towel so she couldn’t see him, then quickly dropped it, she would squeal happily, hands and legs flailing with her excitement. That continued long after she was dry, until she began sucking on her fingers again, a sign he’d learned to read as meaning that food needed to be on its way soon or else the screams would quickly begin.

Her pajamas had escaped her watery wrath, at least, and that gave him another new experience to manage. She seemed to have very little control over her own limbs, they flailed and waved seemingly of their own accord and combatting that to gently navigate them through narrow sleeves and pantlegs proved a heroic task all its own.

By the time he was done, she was clean and dry, sitting pertly in her light blue pajamas with a snowflake motif, and he was a sweaty, damp mess in Stretch’s ratty old bathrobe. How did parents manage this, he wondered, how had his brother managed this? His esteem for everything his brother and Stretch must have endured to care for him and Blue had raised tenfold in the past 24 hours, with no end point in sight.

The finger sucking was increasing in urgency and Edge sighed inwardly, already resigned to all his hard work being rendered useless within the hour. He lifted her up, cautiously balancing her on his hip as he’d seen Stretch do, and found it not only comfortable but also a way to free one hand.

“Come along, little one,” Edge told her, smoothing that hand down the curve of her skull. “Breakfast is downstairs.”

She babbled softly, little nonsense sounds of agreement that food was an excellent choice, and he smiled helplessly.

“You need a name,” he told her as she cooed up at him. “But perhaps I need to know you better before choosing one.”

Down in the living room, Stretch and Red were sitting on the sofa together, looking for all the world like they hadn’t been talking about him while he was gone. One of those colorful bowls was in the table, half-full of some sort of pale mush.

“hey, you two,” Stretch said. One side of his mouth curved in a half-smile, his gaze more on Edge’s bedraggled form than the baby. “made it out alive, huh?”

“She made a fair attempt at drowning me,” Edge admitted.

“ya look like she won,” Red said, unimpressed, and of course he wouldn’t know Edge had already heard his pride this morning. That memory was already tucked away safely in his soul.

“there are no winners at bath time, only survivors.” Stretch reached for the child. “here, let me handle second breakfast while you get changed.”

Edge stepped back enough to put both of them out of reach. “I can do it,” he said firmly.

“sure you can, but i can also help, you know.” It was lightly said, in the same tone as yesterday when Stretch pointed out he didn’t need to slap away helping hands. It left Edge torn with indecision. On one side of the coin, he needed to become accustomed to handling the child on his own. Once he found a job and they found a place to live, he wouldn’t be able to depend on Stretch for simple childcare. But on the other, he was here now, damp, undressed, and thoroughly ready for breakfast and a shower of his own.

He looked at Stretch, at the dark circles under his sockets, the mismatched clothes he’d likely scrounged from the unfolded clothes pile. He’d already done so much for them, more than anyone could reasonably expect, far more than a fuckbuddy, as he’d called it, should. Edge couldn’t keep asking for more.

“She’s already wreaked her havoc on me,” Edge managed to gesture at his damp bathrobe without the use of his hands, “I may as well take the full brunt of the damage she can cause before I clean up.”

It was the right thing to say. Stretch laughed and shook his head. “heh, fair enough.” He gave the bowl a nudge in Edge’s direction. “have at it.”

Edge settled the baby into her little pillow fort before picking up the bowl. The contents were gooey and a brownish-beige, unrecognizable. He sniffed it warily, “What is it?”

“banana.”

Edge scooped up a spoonful and let it fall back into the bowl with a wet plop. His experience with bananas was limited to pictures he’d seen in books. That was the sort of fruit only found in the King’s orchard, not in the outskirts of the Ruins where Snowdin lay.

“It doesn’t look like any of the pictures I’ve seen,” Edge said doubtfully. For one, he was very sure that bananas were supposed to be yellow, not the shade of the old personal computers that littered the dump.

“you probably saw them pre-baby smash,” Stretch said, “g’wan, she’s waiting.”

She was in fact smacking her mouth like a baby bird, gurgling hopefully. Well, he’d trusted Stretch so far, now was not the time for doubts. He scooped up some of the gunk and poked the spoon between her teeth. Then he had to grapple it free when she bit down, grunting and wriggling enthusiastically as she messily swallowed down her mouthful.

Behind him came smothered laughter from his unwanted audience.

“yeah, gonna have to be quicker than that,” Stretch chuckled.

Red hooted a laugh of his own. “be glad she ain’t got sharp teeth. almost lost a finger coupla times with you.”

Edge scowled at the baby, who met his glare with pure innocence that no longer fooled him. He was a captain in the royal guard, a days-old child was not going to outmatch him.

This time when he poked the spoon into her mouth to deposit the banana, he quickly pulled it back out before her teeth could close around it.

“Aha!” Edge said triumphantly. “You see? A little cooperation and we’ll get this done, child.”

“Brrrrp,” the baby replied, spewing smashed banana directly into Edge’s face. He sputtered, falling back, but it was too late. He could never again say that he didn’t know what slightly used banana tasted like, not unpleasant but definitely not something he’d choose on his own.

A sort of strangled sound came from behind him and he swung around to find Stretch nearly neon in the face, his gaze firmly on the ceiling and his teeth locked together. He refused to meet Edge’s glare, only studied the ceiling as if the answers of the universe might appear there, if only he looked hard enough.

His brother, on the other hand, was never shy about enjoying the pain of others. Red only grinned at him, asking with disturbing sweetness, “problems, pap?”

“Not at all,” Edge said stiffly.

“uh huh. paybacks a bitch, bro.”

Before he could scold Red for his language— honestly, her first word was going to be some sort of swearing, he just knew it— the front door opened, and Blue was talking before he even made it through the entryway.

“Papy, I’m home,” he called, “which you shouldn’t be because you’re supposed to be at your sentry station, what if a Human came through—"

Blue stopped, words trailed off as he stood in the doorway, a swirl of snowy air blowing in around him as he took in Edge, dressed only in Stretch’s bathrobe and a newly acquired layer of banana, his brother and Red taking up the sofa, and of course, their smallest and newest guest who paid him no mind, too busy preparing to decorate Edge with second banana-y coating.

“Is that a baby?” Blue said at last.

Edge groaned inwardly. Here we go again.

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