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abbatoirablaze · 2 years ago

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Thankful, Black Noir

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Warnings: fighting, angst, mentions of violence/aggression, critical injuries, manipulation, and sabotage.

“COMING!”

“COMING MOM!”

“Mikayla, make sure your little brother washes his hands,” you called from down the hall, “and you better wash your hands too! We don’t need any dirty hands at the table.”

The man who sat his bag down as he entered his room in the tower chuckled. You turned around to see your husband of nearly six years smiling at you.

“What? You think that’s funny?” you teased, crossing your arms over your chest. He smiled and licked his lips, the smallest of nods coming from him, “you try keeping those children of yours in line, Earv…it’s harder than dealing with anyone on that superhero team.”

“They listen to you more than they listen to me baby,” he smiled, taking a few steps until he crossed the threshold of the entrance area and into the framework of the kitchen where you stood, “and they’re our kids…half me and half you! And they got more of you running though their veins than me.”

“Thankfully more like me,” you teased, “non super powered. Just wholesome, sweet babies without a nut allergy.”

“And they inherited your listening skills too!”

You gave him a smile, rolling your eyes at his playful jest, “you better get washed up too! I made your favorite!”

“Hot damn…a home-made roast with sweet potato and macaroni?”

“And home-made corn bread too!”

He smiled, wrapping his arms around you, and he pulled you into a breath-taking kiss, “god, I love you, woman…”

“I love you too!” you smiled, gently touching the athletic fabric that he often wore under his suit, “go get changed while you wash up though, “you got some blood on your collar from training.”

“T-the twins…not mine,” he muttered with a frown, “soldier boy took out his aggression on Tommy today.”

“I’m just glad it wasn’t you again, Earv,” you whispered sadly. You reached up and touched the remnant of the split lip he’d gotten from the last run-in with the unstable leader of Payback, “you need to talk to Mr. Edgar, Earving…he-he’s getting worse. He’s sabotaged your career. I know you wanted to move into acting, and you almost had that one role before they gave it to Eddie Murphy.”

“Beverly Hills Cop…”

“You could be a real star, baby…without the mask…”

“Hey…I just want to enjoy the night with my family…” he cooed, wrapping his arms a little tighter around your waist, “want to spend time with my beautiful wife, an-“

“DADDY!”

Earving smiled, releasing his wife to see two smiling faces, the perfect combination of his wife and himself in six- and three-year-old forms, “my kids! And look at you two, all washed up and ready for dinner just like your momma asked!”

“Momma said-“

“ALL CLEAN!” Jackson grinned, cutting his older sister off, “Daddy, tell me what you did wif Payback. My friend Arlo says you’re going to Nam like his daddy did!”

“Yeah buddy, but it’s not Vietnam, it’s, well we-“

“What?”

“Shit!” he muttered, quickly remembering that he’d forgotten to tell his wife about the last-minute trip, and that Stan had released the information to the media already.

“Ohhh, daddy said a bad word, momma!”

“Quarter in the swear jar, daddy!” Mikayla smiled.

“Earving!”

“Baby, I-“

“Daddy momma’s mad at you!” his daughter warned. She was quick to grab her little brother’s hand, “Come on Jackson…let’s go grab a plate and eat in my room. Momma and daddy are gonna fight again!”

“When were you going to tell me this?” you scolded, it feeling like your world was falling apart, “Earving, you barely got out of-“

“Trisha…not here!” he said quickly, “not in front of the kids.”

Your eyes teared up as you looked at your children. Your daughter was far too familiar with the fighting that had been happening of late, because of the leader of Payback and how little disregard he’d had for his teammates. But Jackson didn’t understand why you were so fearful and upset.

“W-we’ll talk about this later,” you said firmly as you tried to push the tears back, “Mikayla…Jackson, go sit at the table…Earving…get washed up…we’ll say grace in five minutes…okay?”

“Trisha-“

“You’re right, Earving!” you pointed out, “n-not in front of the children.”

You could barely stop the tears when you’d seen the news.

The tower had gone into lockdown when they had informed the significant others of the deaths. They had gone to Nicaragua, not Vietnam, and they were sent there for a reason that you weren’t told…only that it ‘had to happen’ and there was ‘no going back.’

It was nearly a week before you found out that Swatto and the leader, Soldier Boy had been the ones to die, but that your own husband and some of the others were seriously injured in the mission. Unfortunately, Earving had gotten the worst of it.

He had taken some sort of blast while protecting the rest of the team, and it had caused sever brain damage, and melted half of his face when he landed against a burning jeep.

All the machines were hooked up to him, creating highways of tubing and medicines, but one thing was for certain. You couldn’t let the kids in. You didn’t want them to see their father wrapped up like that.

“I need to talk to you, Trisha!”

You nearly jumped out of your skin, “Mr. Edgar…wh-what are you doing here?”

“I came to see how you were holding up,” he said firmly, “I had spoken with Earving before the attack, and he and I were talking about you and the kids?”

“Me and the kids?” you asked softly, “wh-what on earth do you mean?”

“If something were to have happened to him…like it did…he wanted you to have this.”

You looked down to see an envelope in his hands. Tears welled up in your eyes as he held it out a little more for you. You could see Earvings smooth writing of your name, the cursive reminding you of his gentle personality outside of the suit.

A tear slipped down your cheek and Mr. Edgar sighed as you took it from him, “he wouldn’t have wanted this for you and the kids…he won’t be the same, Trisha…he’s not there anymore.”

You did what Mr. Edgar told you to do and left with a small settlement check after you read the letter where he explained the mission could be one that he died in; and that if he did, he wanted you to raise the kids where he was born.

You were told to tell the children that their father died, and that another man would be taking over the mantel of Black Noir.

But you were told that he was going to be placed in an assisted care facility that Vought ran, and that the Earving that was left would receive the utmost and gentlest care until he passed.

When the kids were ten and thirteen, you received a packet from Vought. Not only had the children manifested powers like that of their father, but you were informed by Mr. Edgar that Earving had passed in his sleep, finally succumbing to the injuries he’d received on the mission as his body just stopped healing.

The checks came in every month, dotted with Mr. Edgar’s signature. He made sure that you were well taken care of…well enough that you didn’t have to work. Especially when he found out about Jackson.

He was a supe. He had powers akin to that of his father. Super reflexes and strength. Mikayla had shown that she was a supe when she was 13. She was able to heal fast. She lent her talents to Vought, helping improve a compound that would enhance abilities in those born without powers so that they could unlock their genetic potential.

But Jackson stayed by your side, despite wanting to follow in his father’s footsteps.

He knew how much you loathed Vought. And he’d grown to hate them as well, the more that he learned about his father’s history within the company.

His father wanted to be an open black superhero, an icon to anyone of color, but they shut that down…and he let them.

So, he stuck to vigilantism on the side, making sure the city they lived in was safe. Mr. Edgar came by on holiday, and you soon learned that he’d had a daughter who was superhero abled himself. The kids ended up getting along with her, but Mikayla found a real friend in her.

She became convinced that she wanted to be part of Vought, just like her father was. And it took every bit of you to hold her back until she was eighteen. But when she became of age, Mr. Edgar was there to pick her up.

Jackson refused of course, but you could see his heart breaking at the thought of his sister leaving.

“Tell me, Mikayla, how is your mother and little brother doing,” Mr. Edgar asked as he leaned against her workstation, “It’s been years since I’ve seen either of them.”

“I don’t have time to talk, Mr. Edgar,” she said quickly, eyes turning back towards the door, “if Doctor A-“

“I’ll deal with Allen…and you’re just as distinguished as he is. Don’t let that jerk boss you around,” he said dismissively, “tell me…did your mother ever tell you why she moved you and your brother to Minnesota?”

“She wanted us to be closer to dad after he died…”

He nodded, the smug grin on his face never faltering, “dear child…your father never died.”

“Yes, he did…on the mission in Nicaragua in 84.”

“Swatto died…soldier boy died. But your father was in critical care…his regenerative abilities kept him alive. The same regenerative abilities that you have,” he chuckled, “you and your brother took after him after all…I see a lot of posts on social media about a young boy, dressed like your father used to…why hasn’t he followed in your father’s footsteps? I wonder if it’s because of your mother? She always hated Vought.”

“My father is dead, Mr. Edgar…”

“I guess you should be thankful to think that,” he shrugged, “the truth is far more gruesome…”

Just before she was about to argue, Black Noir appeared in the doorway, mute as ever. Mr. Edgar smiled and looked at him, “right on time, Noir…please…show Miss. Black your face…”

The superhero didn’t move, and Mikayla felt the anxiety bubbling up in her chest. Mr. Edgar’s smile fell to a look of displeasure, “Noir…now!”

There was a moment of hesitation before the mask came up. Mikayla gasped in horror at the mottled, aged face of her very alive father, “d-dad?”

“Your mother lied to you, Mikayla,” he said firmly, knowing the one way to get the newly eighteen year old boy to come to Vought, “and it’s time for dear old dad to hang up the boots soon…I need you to call your brother.”

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erenoir · 3 years ago

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i kissed the teacher

“your daughter is wonderful in class, now i can see where she gets it from.”

💿 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚊

❥ what appears to be an innocent crush on your daughter’s new teacher seems to blossom into something a little less kid-friendly.

❥ warnings: 18+ dark content, dom!levi, sub!reader, age gap [early twenties-mid thirties,] rough sex, unprotected sex, mommy kink, dacryphilia, dubcon, degradation, dumbification, breeding, titty fucking, fingering, creampie, light bondage, name-calling, male masturbation, squirting, choking, spitting, slapping, spanking, nsfw, MDNI

❥ featuring: kindergarten teacher!levi x single mom!reader

❥ word count: 6.4k

❥ a/n: i think i am out of breath after writing this . this might be the smuttiest little thing i’ve done. thank you to bb @erenslittlestepsister for beta reading this for me!

What a crazy day

When I kissed the teacher

All my sense had flown away

When I kissed the teacher

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Running down the corridors of your daughter’s elementary school with her tiny hand in yours, you dragged her small figure from hallway to hallway, desperately trying to search for her classroom.

“Honey, are you sure you don’t remember which one it is?”

“Yeah mommy! It's the door that has a window on it! Mr. Levi makes silly faces at us th-through it when the hall mom-moni-monitator takes us to lunch!” Your daughter beamed up at you, gushing over her new teacher for the umpteenth time today.

She came stumbling off the bus and into your arms earlier this afternoon, flailing the craft she had made in his class in your face, clearly proud of the construction paper heart with all of her favorite things drawn on the inside.

“Mommy! I can't wait for you to meet Mr. Levi! He’s the bestest!” She oozed as you pinched her cheeks, swinging her up into your arms and taking her inside the house.

Your daughter was sitting at the kitchen island, swinging her legs off the seat while she ate her leftover macaroni and cheese from lunch. You sat across from her with your head buried in your computer, frantically trying to get this email blast out to your clients before your boss’ deadline.

“M-mommy?” Your little girl mumbled with a mouthful of cheesy pasta.

“M’hm?” You responded absentmindedly, eyes not leaving your screen.

“Mr. Levi says I'm the best drawer in class!”

“Oh yeah love?”

“Yup! He draws big A’s on my crafts…”

You chuckled softly to yourself, your daughter did have quite the imagination, you weren’t surprised by her story, though told in the sweetest broken speech and mispronunciations.

“Is that right baby? You know mommy has a parent-teacher conference tonight right? I'm gonna meet Mr. Levi…” You gave her a teasing side-eye, insinuating that she better not be lying to you, and that she was actually, in fact, a wonderful student.

Your mini you squeals enthusiastically, squirming in her seat, fragments of mac and cheese sticking to her plump cheeks. Her little hands come together as she claps quickly, “I know mommy! Mr. Levi is very nice!”

“Yeah? I hope so. We’re leaving soon okay?”

3A, 3C, 3E…

You mentally read through the number-letter combinations on the doors, eyes scanning the rows of mahogany for the number of the room you finally got from one of the janitors. 3H… 3H… 3H… here we go. You turned to look at your daughter playing with her feet as she stared intently at the floor.

“Okay baby, be good now okay? We’re already freaking late…” You mentally cursed yourself for not accounting for the traffic that there would be while you tried to find parking at the school. You made a feeble attempt at trying to fix yourself before walking in, you were already a young mother, so being taken seriously was not something that came easily for you. But you quickly brushing through your hair with your fingers and tucking in your shirt was helpless. You looked a disheveled mess from doing your makeup haphazardly in traffic and then running through the entire school with a six year old, now a sweaty mess. Fuck this, you rolled your eyes, if he can’t take you seriously then he’ll just be another elderly man that laughed in your face when you told them your age. Your clammy hand twisted the brassy doorknob to classroom 3H, stumbling in with your daughter trailing behind you, clearly showing signs of annoyance as all of the parents and their kids already sat down passed judgmental stares in your direction. Your eyes searched the cramped classroom for the new teacher to give him an exasperated but apologetic smile.

“Hi! I-I’m so sorry we’re late! There was loads of tra… traffic…”

Holy shit… that was Mr. Levi?

Your eyes froze on his figure, widening when you realized that this was no “grumpy, old man,” like your daughter jokingly described. You hadn’t realized your mouth was agape, close to drooling, as you were brought back to reality by your daughter tugging on your hand.

“Excuse me? Miss. Y/L/N?”

You blinked your eyes quickly, trying to regain your composure after the less-than-professional entrance you made.

“I said it’s okay… it seems we don’t have any seats left… let me just grab two from the hallway…” Mr. Levi trailed off, jogging past you quickly while giving your daughter a small pat on the head, before he came back in the classroom with two folding chairs. He placed them right in front of his desk, not wanting to disturb the orderly rows of parents already filed neatly into the heart of the room. He waved his hand to the seats, gesturing for you two to sit down. You placed a hand on your daughters shoulder while you quietly usher yourselves into the plastic chairs, whispering silent “sorry’s” and “excuse me’s” to the parents who weren’t exactly pleased with you interrupting the conference.

“As I was saying…” Mr. Levi looked down at you with dark eyes, stern but soft as he held a sweet spot for your daughter, one of his favorites in class.

“My name is Levi Ackerman… your kids call me Mr. Levi, the staff calls me Mr. Ackerman, but you can just call me Levi…” He rubbed his hands together and licked his lips before continuing, grabbing a piece of chalk and writing his name down on the board.

“A-C-K-E-R-M-A-N… Ackerman,” he spelt out loud, underlining his last name with a squiggly line.

“I'm new to the school district… many of you won’t recognize me… so allow this to be my proper introduction…”

Your eyes followed his body like a hawk, my god he was fucking hot, you thought. He paced back and forth in front of you, lingering in his place when his back faced you. You took your bottom lip in between your teeth when you saw the way his slacks cupped around his ass perfectly, or the way his hair was parted, strands of raven hair framing his chiseled features hypnotically. Levi cleared his throat and squinted his eyes at you so only you could notice, as if he was casually putting you in your place, watching as your eyes quickly darted from the outline of his dick in his navy pants to his eyes, stern and disciplinary. Your face was brushed over with embarrassment, Levi smirked slightly as he turned around, facing to speak to the other side of the classroom now.

“I'm 36 years old… I just moved to the area a few months ago… settled in a nice apartment with my cat… any cat lovers out there?” He jokingly asked the parents, who were hanging onto his every word. Thank god, clearly you weren’t the only one completely entranced by this man’s aura.

“What's my cat's name you guys?” He asked his students, your daughter jumped up in her seat and raised her hand eagerly, begging him to pick on her.

“Yes, Y/D/N?”

“It’s Haaaange!” Your daughter drawled, trying her best to put the syllables together. You laughed quietly and rubbed the small of her back.

“Good job honey,” you whispered.

“Yes, a good job indeed,” Levi resounded, smiling at you softly caressing your daughter, trying to calm down her excited nature. Levi thought you were a beautiful little thing, a little disgruntled but, he craved a little chaos in his life, he loved to put disorganized things into their places. His smile deepened even more when he spotted the lonely ring finger on your left hand… not married? He wondered, perfect.

“I studied childhood education and psychology at the University of Marley, and finished my degree about 8 years ago… I believe the best way to learn is through repetition and positive discipline… Levi took note of the way you crossed your legs and squeezed your thighs together at the mention of his teaching techniques. Are we intrigued, little one? His mind raced at the thought of you responding so well to the slap of a ruler or a demerit star on your chart… submissive, are we?

“Now please don’t misconstrue my intentions… I only want the best for my students… I want them to grow and learn from their mistakes, not be ashamed of them! And I've seen massive improvement since their first day in September… I'm very proud of them.”

The kids' voices sang throughout the classroom, responding to the words of praise from their teacher.

“So tonight, I'll be meeting with each of you in the order that your kids are listed on my attendance sheet… the kids will be taken to the gym by a hall monitor to have some free play time while we discuss their progress in class! Does that sound good?”

Your daughter had been off playing with her friends in the gym for nearly an hour now, you were growing frustrated with her spot at the bottom of Levi's attendance sheet, guess they didn’t go in alphabetical order. You were the last parent of the night, anxiously bouncing your knee and clutching your purse to your chest as you fumbled around in the metal chair. “My god, this shit is taking long,” you mumbled under your breath, thinking the hallway was empty.

“Impatient, huh?” Levi's laugh came from behind you as you turned around in horror, “I'm sorry about the wait Miss. Y/L/N… come in, come in!”

“O-oh my god I’m so… shit, it’s a late night, you know? It’s nothing against you… how unprofessional of me…” You trailed off, not wanting to make eye contact with your daughter’s intimidatingly beautiful teacher. A wild thing is what you are, Levi groaned at his menacing thoughts, you need to be tamed.

Levi watched as you sauntered into the room, his fantasies consuming his brain, much too hard for him to concentrate on the spiel he was supposed to give you on your daughter… are you aware of how much you’re teasing me? You conniving little thing… did you purposefully choose the shirt with the buttons that could barely stay closed atop your breasts? You little whore you.

“So Y/D/N… she's an incredible kid… she picks up the material gracefully…”

Must you smile like that? All sweet and innocent, the minute you hear your daughter’s name? You’re a good little mommy aren’t you? Would you like another baby girl? Would you like it to be mine?

“…I mean… she’s great in class, all of the kids love her… she gets along with everyone, respects the rules and acknowledges her mistakes… which mind you, are never big ones…”

Fluttering your eyes to the sound of my voice are we? Do you put on a docile gaze for me? You want me to discipline you… I know you do… shall I discipline you with my cock or my ruler? Your choice.

“…She’s quite the little Picasso! Loves arts and crafts time… the sweetest little girl, really! I have no constructive criticism to offer you…”

Your heart warmed as he spoke so highly of your daughter, no wonder she adored him so much.

“Overall… your daughter is wonderful in class, now I can see where she gets it from…”

Waves of heat rushed your cheeks, as you hid behind your bangs and fumbled with your hands in your lap, sitting pretty under the intense glare of the man that sang nursery rhymes with your child on weekdays from 8 am to 2 pm.

My poor little baby, have I made you bashful? Don’t cower in front of me… I’d have to take you right here and fuck that bratty pout off your face if you continue to do so…

“…Does she pick up any personality traits from your husband?” Levi asked you strategically. He knew you weren’t married, but did you have a lover? What's one more roadblock he needed to get rid of before he could finally sink his throbbing length into your tight little cunt?

“Oh! I-I, um…” you nervously ran your fingers through your hair, adjusting yourself in your seat, “I don’t have a um… I'm not… I’m not married… Y/D/N’s dad isn’t around… I raised her on my own! Glad I'm doing something right...” You laughed, and god, was your laugh music to Levi's ears, singing down from the heavens itself. Now to discover what your moans sounded like, were they something of the devil’s creation?

Levi held his gaze on you in silence, watching the uncomfortable white noise of the air conditioning affect your nerves, as you squirmed on your chair in front of him.

“Something wrong, Miss. Y/L/N?” He toyed with you, his voice laced with innocence as he asked about your obvious flustered front.

“Y-yes… I'm fine! I always get a little embarrassed when I talk about my ex… i-it’s messy and… nothing to concern you with…”

He watched your body language intently as he prodded at your submissive exterior, breaking you down little by little until you were finally within his reach.

“What's there to be embarrassed about?”

His eyes remained stern, his voice blunt, and his position in his chair unwavering as his ankle laid over his knee.

“I-I just… I'm a young mom, you know? I’m only 21 and… people already look down on you because of that… then when I tell them that Y/D/N’s father isn’t around either… they just assume that I’m a terrible guardian to my daughter…” Levi's cock hardened beneath his pants when he heard you utter your age out of your pouty lips.

You must be inexperienced darling, do you need me to teach you a few things? I pray that you'll be able to keep up, for your poor pussy’s sake…

“Well… those that tread on you for doing what’s best for you and your daughter… are often the ones that have no idea what they’re doing themselves… trust me, Miss. Y/L/N… you’re a great mother…”

You drew your lip into your mouth as your stomach floated at his words, the way he called you a mother made your head all hazy and your cunt all tingly. You wanted Levi so badly, your body ached for his instruction.

“T-thank you… Mr. Ackerman… though I feel like you could teach me a few things about my daughter, she always comes home so happy from a day in your class!”

So you want to learn, you devilish little thing. Would you like me to teach you here? Or on my desk… or maybe in the teacher’s break room with the door unlocked… your pretty eyes glazed over with fear of who would catch you on your knees taking my cock as I fuck another baby into you?

“Please… call me Levi…”

“Levi…” his name came out of your mouth in a seductive whisper, Levi's arousal growing uncontrollable as he imagined your pretty lips chanting his name with every thrust into you.

“…Would you… like to learn a few things? Miss. Y/L/N?”

To an onlooker, you two were talking about your daughter. Levi Ackerman, kindergarten teacher, was simply going to give you a few pieces of knowledge about your little girl to you,Y/N Y/L/N, a public relations assistant. There was no harm in that, correct?

But between you and Levi, you both knew he wasn’t talking about your daughter. The growing arousal beneath your constraining clothes, the smell of sex in the air something so potent only to you two… you looked at him with just as much as desire as he did to you. Teach me something… please, your thoughts prodded at your brain, gone dumb under the intensity of his dominating stare.

“Y-yes, I would like to… to learn a few things… Levi…”

Levi rose from his chair devastatingly slow, placing his clipboard on the desk beside him. Your body tensed, not moving a muscle as he circled around you, walking to the door and locking it, pulling the blinds to the tiny window down so he could ensure your privacy. You felt his presence towering behind you as you sat forward in your chair, not daring enough to look at him. His cold hands pulled your hair out from underneath your cardigan, pushing it to one shoulder and exposing the sensitive skin of your neck to him.

“Stand up,” he whispered into your ear, tapping the small of your back twice, ushering you out of the comfort of your seat.

He leaned against the back wall of the classroom, watching you stare at him like a deer in headlights as you stood before him, unsure of what to do with yourself as you swung your arms at your side. He snickered, “Tch, your hollow brain hasn’t a clue what to do right now does it?”

You winced at his dull insult, eyes rolling as you scoffed at him, “So? I- I thought you said you were going to teach me something? So teach, that’s your job isn’t it?” You spat at him daringly, knees quivering as you awaited his response.

“Clothes. Off. Now,” he spewed, smacking the wall with his long ruler, the shrill sound of the metal measuring tool hitting the painted bricks made you jolt out of your faint moment of attempted dominance.

“Do you need me to help you? Or are you competent enough to unbutton your shirt yourself?” He teased you, dumbing you down and prepping you to be his perfect submissive princess.

You stuttered on your words as your clumsy hands pawed at the buttons of your shirt, undoing them one by one as Levi watched, ruler in hand, ready to rein you in whenever you strayed off the path of his instructions. His breath hitched in his chest when he saw the way your breasts nearly spilled out of your bra, the fabric holding on for dear life at the mercy of your soft tits.

“Shit, unzip the skirt.”

“I-I, I can’t reach the zipper Levi… Y/D/N helped me zip it up today…” you whimpered frantically, anxious of what he was going to do to you if you couldn’t get it off yourself.

“Oh poor you… figure it out. In my class we don’t avoid problems, you work through them until you can get it right… Skirt. Off. Now.” Your eyes widened at the way he ignored your cries completely, growing intensely nervous as you felt tears well in your eyes.

“L-Levi, I really don’t think I can…”

“Now!” He yelled, smacking his ruler inches away from where your hand propped itself up on the desk.

“Okay!” You bleated in fear, twisting and turning your body embarrassingly until the very tips of your index and middle fingers reached the tiny zipper of your pencil skirt.

“See? Don’t ask me for my help unless you absolutely cannot do what I ask of you…” Levi clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, shaking his head disapprovingly, “And don’t make me raise my voice again… don’t want to lose my job over a slut like you.”

His breath was hot on yours as he drew in closer to your bare body, “Be a good girl and hold this for me, would you?” You felt the cool metal of his ruler touch the palms of your outstretched hands. His hands gripped at your waist and pulled you up onto one of the students’ desks, you watched as Levi pulled his tie up over his neck and unknotted it.

“Open,” his fingers tightly pressed at the sides of your jaw, forcing you to open your mouth for him. You gasped as he pushed his tie into your mouth, pulling it around your neck and knotting it at the back of your head, “Make any loud noises and I stop, keep quiet and I let you cum. Those are the rules, should be simple for your insolent brain to comprehend.”

You felt tears threaten to roll down your face as Levi knelt down in front of you, lifting one of your legs up onto his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around the other one, pinning it in place. You looked down at him a disheveled mess, mascara beginning to smear under your eyes and your hair tangled around Levi’s tie. Your eyes crossed and you let out a muffled squeal as Levi licked a stripe up your core over the fabric of your panties. “L- Le-vi!” you mumbled desperately, feeling your saliva begin to pool underneath your tongue.

His nimble fingers pushed the soaked cotton to the side, “Is this what happens when a student is bad? You get aroused for me? So undeserving,” he smacked your pussy sharply with four fingers before running them up and down your folds, smearing the slick of your arousal all over your pulsing cunt.

“I’d fail you if your body wasn’t so compliant to my demands…” Your grip on the metal ruler tightened, a deep red indentation molding itself into your fragile palms as Levi plunged two fingers inside of your weeping cunt, pushing until his knuckles hit your mound, scissoring and swirling his fingers as you contracted around him. Your eyes crossed at the sensation of him pressing up into that familiar little rigid bud just inches into your hole, he hit it over and over again as your leg fastened around his shoulder instinctively pulled him in closer to you. You convulsed on the desk above him, stomach zealously panting up and down as you felt an unfamiliar arousal growing inside of you.

“Look at you, how can you not be ashamed of yourself? Letting your daughter’s kindergarten teacher whore you out in a locked classroom... “ He whispered against your cunt, moving his other hand to your clit, drawing vigorous circles into it as his fingers worked inside of you, not letting up on the spot that made your hips thrust into his hands, “...Such a desperate slut, it's sad… you know?” Levi asked you so casually, he was calm, cool, and collected, sharing an honest conversation with your upset cunt, ignoring you while you wailed above him like a baby.

“O-oh… oh my god… Le-vi… I’m cu-mming!” you hiccuped through your gagged mouth, words coming out wet as you pathetically tried to slurp up the spit that was dripping out of your mouth, a result of your lips being forcefully pried open for too long.

“What was that?” He asked your cunt this time, not you, never you, a student so desperate to please him and gain his approval would never receive his attention.

The unfamiliar feeling inside of you reached its boiling point, the kettle that brewed inside of you ready to pop. “Le-Levi!” You half-heartedly screamed through the silk fabric of his tie. Your thighs shook violently in his grasp as you felt yourself squirt, your liquids staining the fabric of Levi’s perfectly tailored baby blue button up. Your teary eyes looked down at his disapproving glare as he wiped his eyes with disgust.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve ruined my shirt, you filthy thing…” He pulled his fingers from inside of you and turned you around on the desk, grabbing your neck and pushing your hot cheeks down onto the cold maple top.

“Give me the fucking ruler…”

“N-no!” You begged, for you knew what would happen if you surrendered it to him, “Please!”

He brought you back up into his chest, choking you as he seethed into your ear, “If you don’t follow my instructions, I have no choice but to punish you.” Levi yanked the ruler out of your hands, examining the marks it left in your hands from you grasping it so hard.

“W-wait, please Levi… Please, I’ll be good! I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I’ll be good, please, please, please no!” You babbled mindlessly as you felt the cold whip of the ruler smack in your ass, you screamed as Levi pushed you back down into the desk. “One time for getting me dirty…” Lines of mascara stained your face as he brought the ruler down to your skin for a second time, “...and one for denying my orders.” You cried under his hold, thrashing like a fish out of water as he massaged the inflictions into your soft skin. He leaned down to mock you, “Are you gonna be good now? Hm, gonna be a good little mommy for me?” He swung your limp body up into his chest and carried you over to his desk, the strikes on your ass feeling hot against the cold wood. Levi pulls the gag out of your mouth, smirking as he watches you gasp for air, scooping saliva back into your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Y-yes Levi, I swear I’ll be good… I’ll be good for you, please,” you begged him.

“Please what?” His eyes searched for an answer in yours, but you were too deep into a fucked-out haze to even look at him. “Please what?” He growled, shaking your face with his hand, “Snap out of it and tell me what you want.”

“I- I want you to fuck me Levi.”

He landed a harsh blow to your cheek, “You what?”

“I said… I want you to fuck me Levi...” you moaned delirious and out of breath.

He holds your neck in his hands as your head bobbed around, nearly unconscious from how much he’s thrown you around, “You want me to fuck another baby into you? Give Y/D/N a little sister?” You lazily nodded your head, a devious grin forming on your face as you pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth, beginning to submit to the role of Levi’s fucked-dumb subordinate. He smacked you a second time, eyes filled with lust as he watched your face jerk to the side, hair falling over your rebellious glare, “Then wake the fuck up and watch me undress.”

So you did, your body weakened from the orgasm he gave you minutes ago, you kept your tired eyes on Levi, feeling your arousal build inside you again as he unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes never leaving yours. Every time you seemed to doze off, Levi would bring a hand to your cheek, and utter a demanding “Look at me.” Your eyes lusted after the painfully big erection that hid just underneath his briefs, your cheeks sore from his hand hitting your face relentlessly.

“Your eyes. On me. Now,” Levi demanded, sitting you down into his office chair.

He inched in close to your face as he leaned on top of you, his hands bracing themselves on the arms of the chair, “Don’t touch me. Don’t Beg. Just watch.”

Levi peeled his briefs down, your cunt leaking at the sight of his erection slapping up onto his abdomen. Levi brought his groin closer to your face, the cool lighting of the classroom reflecting off the pre-cum that leaked out of his tip. “Spit on it,” Levi ordered as he pushed your head to his cock. You looked up at him with innocent eyes as you let a glob of saliva trail out of your lips onto his length, “That’s it… what a good mama you’re being for me.”

His hands began to stroke his length at a steady pace as he backed up into the chalkboard, putting himself on display for you. “Don’t touch yourself,” he snapped, catching you trail a sneaky hand down to your needy heat. You nodded slowly as you watched Levi’s stomach contract, abs shivering at the touch of his hand, “Fuck…” he drawled, opening his eyes to get himself off to the sight of you aroused before him, a good mother waiting to be bred by his aching cock.

“Take your bra off,” he whined, hand still working at his throbbing length. His eyes went dark as you freed your nipples from the tight fabric, breasts bouncing as you pulled your bra around your torso. “Lean back,” he walked up to you in his swivel chair and placed a knee between your thighs, right up against your aching cunt. “Hold your tits for me,” he demanded, watching your shaky hands grasp your heavy breasts in either hand. Levi leaned down and placed his cock in between them, putting his hands over yours and squeezing your breasts tight around his throbbing erection, “Look at me… hold them right there.” Your head lolled back as Levi began to move his cock in and out of your breasts, panting with every thrust up into the soft tissue of your tits.

“Fuck… Levi!” You cried, beginning to move your cunt against his knee. “You like this don’t you, you filthy thing? You like milking my cock with your tits like a good mother would, huh?” Levi smirked down at the look of pleasure on your face, euphoric as you moved your chest up and down against him.

Your eyes crossed at his words, thrusting your breasts around him harder, “Y-yes Levi… fuck, gimme your cum baby… fucking cum on my tits Levi!” Levi’s moans were guttural, crying out with every fuck up into you, you could tell he was close from the way his hands desperately grabbed at your hair, trying to find some balance.

“Fucking cum for me Levi… cum for mommy… give it to me, fuck!” Levi smirked as you played into his little role he’s created for you, the sound of you begging for his cum on your chest sent him over the edge, white hot ropes lacing across your breasts and in your mouth as you stuck your tongue out desperately for him.

“Shit baby… fuck, get up.”

Levi pulled your body up out of his chair and leaned you over onto his desk, aching to feel you wrapped around him. He pulled your panties down to your ankles and ran his cock up and down between your ass, teasing the entrance to your cunt every so often.

“Tell me what you want,” he teased, sinking his heavy chest onto your back as he wrapped an arm around your neck, the weight of his body on top of yours squishing you flat against the table, “Beg for it you fucking cumslut.”

“Oh! Fuck Levi… please, just fuck me okay?” You gasped for air.

“Tch, you can do better,” he coaxed you into submission while his hand squeezed around your neck, the light asphyxiation making your eyes roll back and your tongue loll out of your mouth.

“Shit… god, okay okay! Fuck me Levi… fuck me so good that I walk out of here with another baby, I wanna feel you inside of me, leaking out of my worthless cunt, I wanna be your-

“Enough… don’t embarrass yourself,” he smacks your cheek lightly, before swiveling your head around so your mess of a face can meet his, for the first time tonight it felt like Levi would kiss you. His pressed his lips into yours and spoke, “‘M gonna fuck you so damn good… gonna put a baby right… here.” he growled as he prodded at the fat of your stomach. You two grinded your hips synchronously, swirling around in tiny circles together as Levi pressed his body into yours and rubbed his face into the side of your neck.

“Ngh.. Levi, now... please…” You reached behind you to palm at his cock before his gentle facade snapped and twisted your arm into your back, “You don’t touch me,” he snarled, lining the tip of his cock up to your folds, playfully drawing shapes into your pussy. Levi inched himself inside of you, watching the way your body shuddered, begging him to move faster. Your face contorted in pain at the positioning of your arm before Levi grabbed hold of it and used it as anchor to start fucking into you. He started slow, savoring every second of you clenching around him, feeling your gummy walls contract and twist at the feel of his cock.

“Fuck… Levi, god…” Your body shuddered at the feeling of him inside of you, he snickered into your back as his thrusts grew faster, “Sweet of you to call me by both names but… I- prefer Levi…” he mocked you as he felt you tighten around him.

The classroom filled with a chorus of your moans, skin slapping skin, your eyebrows furrowed as it sunk in... you were being fucked by your daughter’s kindergarten teacher. A poster that read, “Reach for the stars Class 3H!” taunted you as you crossed your eyes in pleasure at the feeling that Mr. Ackerman was giving you. The mug that read “World’s best teacher,” wiggled on top of his desk as he thrusted into you, the sound of the ceramic jolting around on the hard surface echoed in your ears.

“Fuck… feels so good…” your voice strained, trying to take your mind off the fact that just feet away from you lay the “storytime” carpet your daughter spoke about, with a little city on it, tiny roads and cars decorating the coarse fabric.

“What? You finally fucking realize how dirty you are?” Levi said with a twisted sense of amusement as he watched your watery eyes scan the classroom.

“M’hm Levi… fuck, I’m such a dirty baby- oh!” Levi’s thrusts turned rigorous, the dirty words that slipped out of your mouth flipping a switch inside of him that turned him ravenous.

He grabs your neck and arches your back into his chest while pinning both of your arms behind you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Levi, Levi, please baby… fu-ck!” You rambled, barely intelligible, a fucked-out mess as Levi sped up inside of you, searching for his high.

Levi pinned you down as you squealed and thrashed, pushing you into his desk while he fucks his cum into you, “Fuck mommy, t-take it, take my fucking cum, fu-ck, shit!” He grunted, snapping his hips into yours, ramming into you repeatedly, waiting a few seconds inside of your plush cunt after every thrust, swirling his cock against your cervix to make sure every last drop of cum stayed inside of you.

“Shit… yes Levi… gimme a fucking baby… Yeah? You’re gonna gimme another fucking baby? Oh god!” You smack your palm against the table over and over, drawing blood as you bit into your lips to control the guttural orgasm you were having, whining like a little baby.

“Breathe,” Levi ushered, slapping a hand across your ass to wake you out of your euphoric trance. You gasped for air as you whimpered underneath him, “Oh my god… Mr. Ackerman… that was…”

“Tch, don’t call me that unless you want me to take you again against the window,” Levi was moving slowly in and out of you, coaxing you down from your intense high. “Such a good mommy for me,” he whispered as he massaged his hands into your asscheeks, pulling and kneading the soft skin while he fucked into you slowly. He ran his fingers through your hair before grasping it to pull you up from the desk.

“Dress yourself,” he mumbled, as he began to pull his briefs and trousers up his legs. You sat on his desk in a post- orgasmic haze, unable to process anything other than the fact that you wanted Levi’s cock inside of you again.

“Are you gonna spank me with the ruler if I don’t?” You teased, Levi groaned as he watched you spread your legs out on his desk to watch his cum slip out of your pussy, you pushed it out in waves of white.

“Shit… just fucking get dressed,” he was flustered watching you sit pretty on his desk, seeing what you looked like after he had finished with you, red marks all over your body and lashes from his ruler embedded into your skin.

“How many mothers have you fucked Mr. Ackerman?” you asked boldly as you pulled on your bra. He darted his gaze to you and squinted his eyes, silently telling you to back off.

“That’s enough Miss. Y/L/N,” he responded sternly, switching back into his teacher persona gracefully. You scoffed, so that’s the way it is then.

He walked you out of his classroom with his hand on the small of your back, back to old Mr. Ackerman, giving you a watchful glare as the hall monitor walked your daughter down the empty hallway to the classroom. Levi pinched your side as he whispered under his breath, “We never speak of this Miss. Y/L/N— Hi Y/D/N! Had fun at the gym?” He asked your daughter sweetly, changing his tone of voice as he ruffled her hair.

“Yeah Mr. Levi! Did you tell mommy that I’m good?”

Levi’s eyes bunched up as he smiled down at your little girl, he leaned down to her eye level and tapped a finger on her nose, making her squeal.

“Yes, I told mo- Miss. Y/L/N all about how good you are! Okay?” He quirked his head to the right as he beamed at your daughter.

“See mommy! I’m good!” She exuded as she wrapped her arms around Levi’s neck, tangling her fingers in his raven hair. You couldn’t lie, your heart flipped at the way he hugged her back, lifting her up and swinging her around.

“I’m proud of you baby, Mr. Levi said so many good things about you!” You gushed to your daughter, taking her hand in yours.

“I'll see you in class tomorrow, okay Y/D/N?” Levi said his goodbyes to you, watching you pull your daughter down the hallway. You tried awfully hard to put yourself back together, but Levi smirked at the way your hair stood up one side, or how your skirt rode up your ass, the raps from his ruler still scarred your palms.

“M’hm! Buh-bye Mr. Levi!” your daughter looked behind you and waved her hand back to her teacher, skipping down the hallway. You shuffled to get your car keys out of your bag, and watched the letters on the doors dwindle down as you made it to the exit at the end of the hallway.

“Nice meeting you, Miss. Y/L/N…”

You turned around, looking at him one last time, both of you giving each other knowing glares as two devious smirks spread across your cheeks.

“Yes… nice meeting your Mr. Acker- Levi.”

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passivenovember · 3 years ago

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so instead of working on my essay that’s due in four hours, and thanks to my friends over in the smut cave, i’m going to talk about macaroni art.

kindergarten teacher steve is my love language.

when i write him he’s usually an artsy fartsy teacher who uses glue sticks and colored pencils and wax crayons to teach everything from math to ABCs, and when I write him he’s wearing ratty, paint covered dungarees and hideous slip on clogs when a certain single dad drops his kid off on the first day of school.

the clogs are functional, alright? they can be removed when it’s nap time and he’s gotta pad around a floor full of sleeping bags, and put back on just in time to play sea monster with the kids at recess.

anyway.

when i write kindergarten teacher steve he’s really good at a lot of things. baking cookies that fit into everyone’s dietary restrictions, gluing dollhouses back together with one hand and playing a very suave and handsome Ken with the other, decorating his class room for the holidays in thirty minutes flat once school has ended for the day--the list goes on.

but the thing he’s best at, besides giving warm bear hugs and attaching mittens to tiny little hands, is macaroni art.

it’s like picasso has stepped into the building.

like, his kids will do this:

and steve’s in tears.

they always make the wall behind his front desk because they’re spot on, right?

meanwhile, he’s tossing his away. cleaning out his desk that’s full of shit like this:

to make room for the artwork his kids made.

the first time billy sees one laying in the trashcan when he picks up his daughter from school, he asks who made it, ready to call America’s Got Talent, to report the next great artist.

“mr. steve,” she says.

And, like.

Billy doesn’t have a lot of shame but when he begs his daughter to put it in her backpack so he can sneak it by the hot kindergarten teacher on the way out the door, that’s a low moment for him.

#harringrove #i honestly don't know what this is!#i usually don't know what this is #but especially today lmaoooo #long post

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anxious2dsimp · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu Dads celebrating Mother's Day | Osamu, Iwaizumi, & Kuroo

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Pairings: Osamu x Reader, Iwaizumi x reader, Kuroo x Reader.

Flavor: Fluffy af bby ☁️

Reader: Female Mother!Reader

Format: Drabbles (1.1k words total)

Warnings: None, just fluffy mom (y/n) enjoying her lovely family.

A/N: Mother's Day just really sent me into a Haikyuu dads brainrot and these scenarios have been stuck in my head all day. Enjoy!

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Osamu

You tried to stifle your giggles as you sat at your home’s dining room table, the sound of childish bickering and hushed laughter coming from behind the closed kitchen door. “I’ll take the plates, you take the flowers,” the voice of one of your little boys demanded. “Nuh, uh! S’ my turn to take the food, I pwomise I won’t dwop it,” the youngest of the two boys replied while you could hear your husband’s quiet snorts in the background. Your face of surprise was ready when the door swung open a few seconds later to reveal your two sons holding onto either side of a plate, your husband standing behind them keeping an eye on them and the food so it got soundly to where you sat. Osamu and you exchanged a soft smile at the sight of your two boys working together with a concentrated pout that reminded you of their father’s as they slowly brought the food over. Heart-shaped onigiris of your favorite flavor plated with sesame seeds forming a smiley face were placed in front of you, the oldest smiling proudly as he boasted about how they made them themselves. You ruffled their hair and congratulated both boys who beamed at your comment on how they were greater cooks than their father. The cook in question sharing a knowing grin with you, both aware that in reality, he had made all the bases while the kids ensembled the shapes. “Happy Mother’s Day!” The two kids hugged you tightly in your chair, climbing onto you as you hug them back, feeling your heart swell with pride at what your husband and you had created. “Happy Mother’s Day,” Osamu said as he walked over to you, his lazy smirk paired with eyes full of love as his rough hand lifted your chin to capture your lips in a kiss. “Eww get a woom!” the youngest one exclaimed, as the older one made gagging sounds, you and your husband breaking apart to share a surprised look as you both chuckled, trying to figure out where the little boy learned that, probably uncle Atsumu. That Sunday at home, as you shared lunch with your three favorite people in the world to celebrate, all you felt was warmth.

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Iwaizumi

Your eyes fluttered open at the feeling of your husband’s side of the bed being empty like it usually was early in the mornings, when he went for his run or cooked a healthy breakfast. He had kept this up even since the birth of your little girl, making it a bonding moment between them as he brought her energetic self along. Hajime knew how much effort it took to keep up with work and motherhood along with so many other things, so he loved sharing time with her daughter with the added bonus of it giving you a well-deserved rest. The sound of the bedroom door opening woke you from the gentle slumber you didn’t realize took over you to see your shirtless husband with your 8-month-old daughter babbling happily on one arm, both bathed in the warm sunlight of that beautiful Friday morning. Looking at where your daughter was reaching for before her familiar olive eyes landed on you, you were surprised to find a tray with a fruit smoothie and an omelet along with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. An amused smile appeared on your lips as you raised an eyebrow at Hajime as a form of a silent question. “Happy Mother’s Day,” he said, his voice still groggy and laced with sleep mindfully soft as to not to disturb the peace and quiet that enveloped the three of you like a spell, a love-sick smile on his face. “It’s today? Aww, thank you Haji,” you said wholeheartedly, the idea of this being the first of many years to come celebrating Mother’s Day making you teary-eyed as your husband put down the tray beside you. Giving you a peck, he hummed happily as he delicately took your daughter’s hands and waved them as he exclaimed in his baby talk voice; “happy first Mother’s Day mom, dad thought we should make it memorable.” You giggled at your husband’s antics, which nobody would guess considering his tough exterior. You and your daughter were and would always be his soft spot.

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Kuroo

A huff escaped your lips at the weight of two small bodies landing on top of you on the couch, they had managed to sneak up on you as you were immersed in your laptop propped up in the table in front of you. You and your husband had taken that Tuesday afternoon off to celebrate Mother’s Day, Tetsurou going to pick up your daughter and son from school as you headed home and wait for them there. Between huffs and breathy laughs, the two kids wished you a happy Mother’s Day for a second time that day, and you managed to thank them before you felt a much heavier body pile on top of you three. “Daaad!” The eldest son groaned playfully as he tried to push of your husband who was carefully putting down part of his body weight on all of you. “You’re heavy,” your little girl whined between giggles as she tried to shield herself in your grasp. “Am I heavy or are you three just weak?” You could hear Kuroo’s knowledgeable smirk in his voice, the same one you fell in love with, as you scoffed dramatically in response. “We’re stronger than you Mr. Know-it-all,” you said in a sing-song voice as you started pushing your husband off of you, him only allowing you to when his two kids joined him. Once you had all calmed down you hugged your children and thanked them for the colorful cards and macaroni frames they put all their efforts into making at school. “My turn,” your husband exclaimed with his mouth full as he placed down his slice of cake and plopped down next to you, pulling out a small bag from behind the couch. Inside was a necklace locket, that you opened to reveal a picture of the four of you. “Tetsu, it’s beautiful, thank you,” you said as you hugged him tightly, yet you both knew you weren’t just thanking him for the thoughtful gift, but also for the wonderful life that you had created together. “No, thank you,” he replied, his tone genuine and filled with love as your kids pouted. You spent the rest of the afternoon spending quality time as a family and reassuring your two kids that their gifts were better than their father’s, who cheered them up with his “infamous” science puns, as he liked to say.

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Pls I'm too soft for this😭 hmu with your thoughts and requests! <3

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wearebothdrunk · 4 years ago

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My new video camera

pairing: Peter parker x fem!reader (stark)

summary: Peter wants to show you and annoy you with his new video camera

warnings: fluff

word counting:1061

MASTERLIST

every reblog, like, comment or request means the world to me.

* gif not mine*

You and Peter were young and in love. You started dating three months ago and you were still trying to learn more about each other. It was amazing that you could spend time with Peter. He would often come to your house because of projects that he had with your father, Tony Stark, but he would come over early so that he could spend more time with you alone.

* Bell rings *

"it's Peter" you hear from the other side of the door. You opened it and he opened his arms to give you a hug, picking you up off the floor, as he always did when he saw you. You weren't a very affectionate person but Peter's hugs were the best ever.

" So how was school?" you asked him still with both hands hugged behind his back.

" it was good. now check out this video camera I bought today!" he held up a camera similar to the one he had taken to Germany but a little more current.

he walked over leading you to the sofa.

You could see that he was super excited about the camera and you pretended to be super interested because you didn't want to hurt his feelings.

" Have you ever recorded a video to try it out?"

"No, I wanted to try it with you," he said

"okay" you grabbed the camera that was in his hands and started to record directing it to you two.

"This is a test of Peter Parker's new camera. How are you feeling today Peter?"

"Pretty good. I'm sitting next to the most beautiful girl in the universe and multi-universe. " he added

You looked at him and he looked at you. You two were quite shy people so you were often shy around each other.

"I love you Peter Parker"

" and i love you y/n Stark"

Peter turned off the camera and put it on the coffee table. He put a piece of hair out of your eyes and kissed you.

" I'm so lucky" he finally said

you pulled him in for another kiss, letting yourself fall back pulling him by his shirt, so that your body was glued to his. he continued kissing you.

he started touching you on your tights and leaving small kisses on your neck.

"I am not ready" you said in the middle of the kiss.

"oh, that's okay babe" he got up off you leaving you room to stand up

"I'm so sorry Pete. I just don't feel like it's time"

" it's ok y/n, i don't need sex to be happy with you" he said grabbing you by the hips and giving you another kiss.

"Well I'm going to make lunch, I'm starving." You went into the kitchen giving him a quick kiss.

You started to make macaroni and cheese. It was one of the dishes that you and Peter liked to eat the most when it was just the two of you.

"Movie night tonight?" you jumped when you heard his voice suddenly. You turned around and saw Peter holding the video camera.

"You scared me Pete. What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm testing the camera."

" again?"

"Yes, I have to be sure. " You frowned but ignored it because he loved to annoy you.

"So this is y/n Stark, who is also my girlfriend that I am deeply in love with and she is making macaroni and cheese!" he yelled when he saw you were doing one of his favorites

"you are such a dork" you joked

" a dork that you love to kiss" he whispered

You looked at him and you couldn't help but smirk

" food is ready, either you drop that camera or I will eat your part Pete" you said as he recorded your whole living room.

" what are you doing?" you asked

"oh I'm just recording this spectacular room of Mr. Stark. Look at that TV, wow"

" looks like this is your first time coming to the house Parker"

" no but it's the first time I pay attention to the house. When I'm here, I only have eyes for you."

His jokes were kind of cute.

he turned off the camera as soon as he said goodbye " bye". he then went to get his food and sat down in front of you. After you guys finished eating he turned the stupid camera back on.

"no, not again"

"I'm here with the brilliant chef Y/n Stark, tell us your secret Mrs. Stark."

" you are recording this for who babe? "

"Maybe for your father, so he can see what a brilliant daughter he has."

" my dad?" you laugh

" yeah, so he'll see how I treat his daughter"

" so, dad, Peter treats me super bad and there's not a day that he doesn't piss me off" you mocked him

he put his head to one side so he could look at you with his own eyes and smiled shaking his head

"that's completely untrue Mr. Stark" he said while you nodded your head in denial

" what makes you think that he is going to believe in you?!"

" maybe because i'm like his kid"

" And I AM is kid" you said

You two couldn't stop laughing as you tried to find ways to deny each other.

You got up and walked over to him and took the camera and turned it off and put it down on the table.

"I think the camera had enough tests for today" You sat on his lap brushing his hair back with your fingers. "yes I think she did," he said looking at you

"So, will you pay attention to me now?

" yes my lady" and he pulled you closer to a passionately kiss. " so what movie are we going to watch?" he asked

" You pick" you said

" okay, you said it " he picked you up and carried you to the couch.

You spent the whole afternoon watching movies until you fell asleep on the couch.

*when your father arrived with Pepper*

"This kids" he said shaking his head

"Leave them Tony," Pepper said

he looked at her and decided to leave you to sleep. he kissed you on the forehead and left you with Peter.

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originalwinnercheesecake · 3 years ago

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First Impressions and predictions based on the coven Leaders

After a full first season their fame adorning the banners and walls, who they are being hailed, yet they themselves being kept in the shadows we now get first looks (and throughout 2a will meet) the emperors top dogs: The coven leaders. I will not lie as a group... these guys dissappoint me. Making the majority of them very human in appearance for me is a big no. Compare this group to the many colorful and fantastical creatures that are shown teaching at hexside and the hexside teachers are far more creative, unique, and fun. Maybe the artists decided to make the coven leaders look more like normal people so the audience would have an easier time understanding their expressions and body language. Maybe the more humanoid whitches are a higher class and have a easier time climbing higher than the more beast and demon like residence.? We will have to wait and see.

Seperate this group into individuals (like how we will hopefully meet them) and most of them become far more interesting, So below lets take a look at each coven leader individually, where the artists may have taken inspriation, and what What kind of characters they could maybe turn out to be.

The Beast keeping coven Leader: One of the only two that are not humanoids. What type of animal is he? At first I was sure he was a hedgehog, but maybe he could also be like a chipmunk or a squirrel. I get the feeling he might be partially inspired by Sonic from Sega. I was really into Sonic back in middle school. I liked the cartoons and read through the archie’s old comic series. But I kinda out grew him since then. I know from helping to take care of kids though that he is still popular with the younger generation. That’s kinda how I thin the Beast Keeping Coven leader will be: less interesting for older viewers, but a real fun charcter for kids.

The Healing coven leader: Now this guy looks like fun villain all around. Is some kind of witch docotor? a Dark Priest? The size the purple Grin, he looks like the phantom boss from those horror films where you get trapped in nightmares. Tell me he has scary theme song music and talks in a very high pitched voice. I’ve heard some people wonder if he could be Selena (oracle girl from hexside)’s dad. I don’t thinks so, the macaroni crescent shape n his head looks more like a fancy cowl than part of his actual head. Also him having a daughter in Luz’s class could be used as a reason for him to change sides, I want this guy to stay as a villian/antagonist. We all know that with this size group some will stay with the emperor and some will defect to Luz’s side (possibility a couple will die, we haven’t seen yet just how dark Dana is willing to go). Personally my view with redemption arcs and if a character “deserves them” is it depends on what it will do for the story/character afterwards? IF redeeming them opens more doors for the characters and directions the story can take, do it. IF it closes doors leave them as they are. I absolutely hate when clever and well written bad guys get “redeemed” in to boring, plot useless, weebs. The only reason I could see having this guy change sides is for him to “cure” Eda and Lilith’s curse, and I would much rather see the two of them gain control over their forms than be “cured” of them.

The Illusion coven leader: Another fun looking antagonist. My third favorite of these nine. If the healer guy is horror movie based. This guy is Disney based all around. Looks like one of those Vegas suave showmen styled character. Love it. I guarantee you he does not actually look that young or slicked back, but is using illusion magic to make himself more pretty. Not sure if he will stay with the emperor or not. Illusion is Gus’s track and I could see Dana having the leaders of Luz’s friends tracks be the ones to stand by them. If so I am fine with that (in the case of the abomination leader I will beg for it). Gaining the respect of someone as high up as a coven leader could be really great for Gus’s character. Just as long as I get plenty of laughs from Gus and this guy both along the way.

The Potion coven leader: My second favorite and in my opinion the most creative idea of the whole bunch. A mosquito that works in potions! Does he suck them up with his nose and carry them in.. whatever it is mosquitos store blood in. Also he looks angry. Like everyone else is either amused or board. This guy is fed up and ready to do something about it. Not sure if it is the Emperor, the other leaders, or the owl gang he is mad at, but it should be a worthwhile show down.

The Abomination coven leader: Yes this is my favorite design. Yes it is because he is such a beautiful man. Would never have expected someone who creates mucks (the pokemon) with legs would be so fine. Its more than that though. He looks the most kind. Their is no malice or guise in his smile and his green eyes are bright and relaxed. I wondered what the purpose of the Abomination track was and why it had “more opportunity” all last season. Well slight spoilers if you haven’t seen episode 2x02 it is the industrialist field. When you learn about Industrialization usually the idea is that it is done to help the human race reach its full potential, and it is up to each individual to decide what to do with that potential. Whether you call that the passion of a creative mind or the carelessness of a fool would also be up to you. But I really don’t want this guy to be all bad. If for no other reason that more spoilers for episode 2 * with the interest/caution the emperor is showing the blights I expect this guy to show up to their house, probably meet Amity, and we really do not need another not so nice adult in her life. She has had enough.

The Oracle coven leader: What is this? He’s got nails/caws at the ends of dread thingys like Kikimore, so is this her father? Does he have anything to do with her being in the Emporor’s coven? But this is my least favorite. Like what was the inspiration behind this guy? With so many legendary oracles in mythology and we get this guy who mostly looks saggy, washed out, tierd, and just Blah. Hope thier is more to him, but here is one who I am not holding my breath for an episode on.

The Plant coven leader: based on her banner I was expecting something like the Swamp Giant from ALTA. Instead they went in the direction of a very traditional witch desgine: An old women with a wrinkled face and really messy hair, who probably lives alone in the woods, with maybe the exception of a cat, and dances around a fire at night. Okay. She is definitely going to become an ally of the owl gang. This is the only female of the group,and it is neither in Dana’s message nor would it be popular with her target audience to make a villain or even an antagonist out of a women who managed to climb the later into a male dominated success level. I am actually looking forward to seeing her, because it will probably be in a Willow based episode, and after 2x02 (which I personally feel should not have been a luminaty episode but rather a Willow and Amity one finishing up their reconciliation arc), Willow deserves an episode with potential centered around her. An episode where she goes against the Plant track Leader would be that. This witches Grin isn’t exactly friendly, but its more mischievous than wicked. She gives off vibes as one of those people who like to test the mains, and if you pass her tests than you earn her respect. I have no doubt Willow could win at her little games, and doing so would be a huge boost the confidence she has spent the show building.

The Construction coven leader: Oh joy here’s the other one I am unimpressed with. Unlike with the Oracle guy I know where they got his design. To everyone saying that we first saw him at the convention, your not backing far enough up. If you have ever seen any cartoon ever where the main character wanders past or onto a construction sight you have seen this man. Every trio of workers sitting on a iron frame eating from a lunchbox. Every pig that makes a catcall at a disgusted women. Every exhausted worker who watches as your slapstick mains chase each other past at quitting time... they all looked EXACTLY like this guy. This is really the character leading the track Dana herself has said she would pick to join? They could have done a Golem made of brick an stone that resembles a palace. They could have done some kind of humanoid ant with super strength. They could have done a wizard with shapes and mathematics on his robe who carried a scroll everywhere that he compulsively scribbled blueprints onto. But instead we get Mr. Generic here.

The Bard coven Leader: This is R, Eda’s old friend from her hexside days. Did I save R for last because of this connection? Partially. I am also unsure what R’s pronouns are. To me R looks physically male. I have seen other posters use “she” when posting about R. One person posted that Dana had confirmed R uses “they” and if so awesome, I would really like to see that tweet. What ever R’s pronouns though their appearance in the show will be tied with Eda, er past, and what she had to give up in order to live free. I look forward to this new insight onto her character

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bbrandy2002 · 4 years ago

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Happy Birthday Burnsy!

The Country AU -- I'm Gonna Live Where The Green Grass Grows

Pairing: Drake x Alyssa, Liam x Riley, and a whole host of other TRR characters.

A/N: This was a silly little idea I had months ago for an AU built around the places and people where I grew up. I never had plans to actually write it, but I mentioned it to Burns, and well ... she wanted it lol so here we are. And she’s already read half of this and is the one who made the mood board for it and the song inspo hahaha. Thank you to @mskaneko for the edits of our OTP’s, and @charlotteg234 for pre-reading the first half of this.

Trigger warning: Gun usage, hunting, mild language ... I think that’s it

@burnsoslow

My dearest friend, when I think back at where we were one year ago, I can’t help but be reminded of the vastly different world we live in now. On February 5, 2020, there was no covid keeping us sheltered and fearful, families were complete, jobs were stable, and so many of the things we worried about then simply pale in comparison to now, Life wasn’t so bad. But here we are with all these new changes and mindsets. Through it all, one thing remained consistent: YOU. You have been my strength, my rock, the anchor that grounded me. We have cried together, laughed a lot together, worried for each other, and celebrated those small victories that were important to each other. And I get so happy when someone comments about how much they love the friendship between Riley and Alyssa because it's the most real part of Fearless. If anyone ever wanted to know what we’re like, it's all written out in that story. I’ve got your back, and you have mine. You’re my best friend and I just love the hell out of ya! I hope your birthday is amazing and that this fic is everything you wanted for this AU.

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On Sunday mornings in southern Georgia, you did one of two things: You woke up early for church services or woke up late to watch NFL football.

Some people figured out a long time ago how to do both.

Sitting in the back pew of the First Cordonian Church of Everlasting Peace, Alyssa Walker sat quietly with the sweetest southern belle smile, nodding her head along to the beautiful words spoken during Pastor Hakim’s sermon and hiding a pair of earbuds lodged in each ear.

She and her husband, Drake, had laid claim to the pew when they were teens trying to sneak a kiss or two during prayers. After ten years of marriage, they no longer needed to sneak kisses but stayed in that same seat, believing the biggest sinners should stay as far away from the minister as possible. Why be the barrier that may prevent the spirit from reaching the rest of the congregation? The couple felt it was the least they could do.

They were actually pretty good folks and well respected in their community. Alyssa had taught first grade for eight years at the local elementary school, where her two children, nine-year-old Audrey and six-year-old Patrick, also attended. Her best friend since third grade, Riley, was the art teacher there.

Drake worked nearby as the lead mechanic at Rys and Sons Chevrolet out on North Ramsford Avenue. Constantine had owned the auto dealership for 35 years before passing it down to his sons, Leo and Liam, when he ran for and became the town's mayor. Leo peaced out, heading to South Florida, while Liam took on the sole responsibility of ownership himself.

And while most people in this sleepy little town of Cordonia were Falcons fanatics, Alyssa grew up rooting for the team where her parents were born and raised before settling in Georgia as newlywed lawyers: The Chicago Bears.

With the game against the Packers blaring into her ear, she kept a keen eye on the rest of her fellow parishioners. When they clapped, she clapped. When they sang, she sang. She raised her hands in hallelujahs when they did. She had learned to read lips and could “Amen” and “Praise God” right on cue with the rest of them. All the while, she sat in contentment, listening to her weekly football games.

“The score with 14 seconds left in the second quarter is Chicago -- 14, Green Bay -- 17. The Bears have the ball on the 5-yard line. It’s third and goal. If Trubisky can score here, they’ll go into the locker room at halftime with a lead for the first time in this game, or possibly tie it all up with a field goal after this down. This is a huge, HUGE play, Jim ...”

Alyssa twined her fingers together and lowered her forehead onto them as she waited with bated breath for the announcer to call the play-by-play. As far as anyone else knew, she was praying fervently for the Hebrews crossing the parted Red Sea away from Pharoah's army that the pastor was chronicling.

“And here comes the snap. Trubisky backs up. He tosses to Robinson in the end zone. OHHH! So close… batted away by Alexender …”

“JESUS!” Alyssa yelled out in anger. With earbuds in, she didn’t realize how loudly that just came out of her mouth. Drake nudged her in the thigh. She glanced over at him for a second before he nodded to the 123 pairs of eyes that had all turned at once in her direction. It instantly dawned on her that everyone in the congregation heard the outburst.

Feeling the color drain from her face, Alyssa placed a hand over her chest and addressed, “I am soooo into this sermon, Hakim. Woohoo! Go, Jesus, go!” She pumped her fist in the air like she was rooting him on.

Drake dropped his face onto Patrick’s shoulder, who was sitting on his lap, to cover the incessant laughter that threatened to spill out of him. He was doing a terrible job of it, as a momentary burst of muffled snickers could be heard through the sound of the game playing in Alyssa’s ear. Her husband was nothing but a big kid himself -- she wouldn’t change that for anything.

“Mommy,” Audrey whispered next to her. “It’s about Moses. Not Jesus.”

Alyssa smiled, patting her daughter’s knee. “Same thing, baby. They both performed miracles.” She cut her eyes to the phone hidden under the cardigan draped across her thighs. “And the Bears need a miracle right now, guys,” she muttered, “Part those shithead Packer’s defensive line, Lord. It’s time to help my Bears get to the promised land.”

“Going for it on fourth down, Trubisky drops back. The Packer defense is putting a lot of pressure on the Bear’s offensive line. Every man is covered in the end zone. He has no one to throw to, Jim. They’re running out of time. Four seconds left. And, NOOO, they sack Trubisky on the 10-yard line … WAIT THE BALL IS LOOSE … THE BALL IS LOOSE ... he fumbled the ball. The Packers are scrambling to get it. There are green and white jerseys all over that ball. BUT LOOK … Green Bay’s Klark picks it up. He’s running the other way … and he just slipped … he just slipped, and the football fell right into the hands of Chicago’s Robinson --”

Alyssa grabbed Drake’s thigh, her fingers digging deeply with hope and panic. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” her stressed words weren’t audible to the crowd, but they were speaking volumes in her heart.

“--Robinson’s on the 20, now 15, he’s sweeping past the defense to the 10 -- 5 -- TOUCHDOWN, CHICAGO!!!”

"FUCK YES!" Alyssa jumped up, her arms outstretched in a V shape. “Hallelujah. Holy shit. Thank ya, Jesus.” She let out a huge sigh of relief, feeling nothing short of elated, not concerned in the slightest by the heads that twisted around again.

Hakim stood slack-jawed from the raised platform for a moment, his tallish physique slouching on the pulpit, before adjusting the microphone and clearing his throat deeply. "I'm certainly glad, Sister Alyssa is ... feeling the spirit this morning."

"I am feeling it, Brother Hakim," She shook her head profusely. "I. Am. Feeling it." She shot him a dimpled grin.

Drake snorted loudly, covering his face with one hand and grabbing the side of her dress to pull her back down with the other.

They turned to each other, neither one able to control the snickering and shaking of their bodies. Drake lifted a sleeping Patrick over his shoulder while Alyssa grabbed Audrey's hand; the Walker couple decided they were too immature for church this morning.

They laughed all the way to the parking lot.

"It's never a dull moment with you, baby girl," Drake chuckled, turning over the ignition.

"You know me …” She blew on her nails before rubbing them against her chest. “... just doing the Lord's work."

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It was customary in Cordonia for families to gather together each week for a big supper after church.

The Walkers traditionally took turns hosting with Liam and Riley, and Constantine and Regina. This week's meal was at the elder Ryses.

Sitting down at the dining room table, everyone licked their chops, hungry and ready to dig into all the made-from-scratch southern goodness Mrs. Regina had prepared: Fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, coleslaw, macaroni and cheese, green beans with hamhock, corn-on-the-cob, deviled eggs, biscuits, sweet tea, and coffee. It was all accompanied by two containers of broccoli salad, Alyssa picked up from the Piggly Wiggly deli after church, and Riley's lopsided carrot cake.

There was always a lot of food, a lot of love, and what would it be in a small town without a little gossip here and there.

"Regina, you've outdone yourself on this meal," Liam raved while placing his five-month-old son in a high chair and fastening the clasps. "If it tastes as good as it smells, we're all in for a big treat."

Everyone agreed as she sat down, Constantine pushing her chair in with a peck to the top of her head. "Thank you, Liam." She looked up at her husband with a sincere smile, rubbing his arm. "Only the best for our family."

She meant every word of that as she and Constantine glanced around the table at all the cheerful faces of the people they loved most — that included Drake and his family.

Drake's father had been the sheriff for many years before his untimely death, while the younger Walker was a teen. Connie had never met a braver, more hard-working man than Jackson; the now mayor stepped in after that death to be the father figure in Drake's life. Drake was already best friends with Liam, and over time, the family just considered him one of their own. Drake and Alyssa's children referred to them as Mamaw and Papaw Rys.

As everyone settled in and passed the food around the table, the doorbell rang; 7-year-old Ellie -- Liam and Riley's oldest -- jumped up to answer it. With everyone focused on getting their helpings, Riley leaned over and whispered to Alyssa, "Any more scoop on Savannah?"

Alyssa passed the potatoes to her and answered in a hushed tone, "I drove past her house yesterday ... Chuck was there. His big rig was backed right up into the driveway. They're not even trying to hide it anymore."

"I knew it." Riley slapped a scoop of potatoes onto her plate, passing them across to Liam. "When does Bertrand get back from that Bankers Convention in Atlanta?"

"I think Max said on Tuesday. And I guarn-damn-tee, Chuck will be there until then."

"Of course he will. Have you told Drake yet?"

Alyssa shook her head, peeking over at her husband, who was in hog heaven, dousing everything on his plate with white gravy, blissfully unaware of their idle chitchat. She turned back to Riley. "Not yet. You know how protective he is. I'll need to hide the gun cabinet keys when he finds out ... if he finds out. You remember how upset he got when Bianca got caught at the Love's Truck Stop with Landon Ebrim over the summer. His mama can do what she wants, but not with a married man."

Riley agreed with a nod before taking a sip and swallowing her sweet tea. "Ya know, I've never seen sweet Emmaline that angry."

"Yeah, me neither. She sure whopped ass that day." They both giggled lightly. "Landon's dentures flew clean across that truck lot."

"I saw her the other day at the Food Lion, grinnin' like a baked possum. Got that ol' dog for everything he had."

Alyssa huffed, "Cept' his nuts."

Ellie ran back in and hopped in her chair. "Miss Olivia is here!"

Alyssa stiffened, clutching her fork a little tighter before letting out a faint groan. Not that she didn't like the Assistant Principal of Cordonia Elementary -- she was her boss, after all, and they grew up together -- she could just be a little off-putting, sometimes with her treatment of Drake. In light of Olivia's recent divorce, she had, however, started directing most of her scorn on her ex-husband, Anton.

Everyone greeted Olivia as she strolled in behind the youngster, shrugging her jacket off and tossing it on a counter with her purse. "I smelled your chicken and taters all the way from Lythikos Drive, Regina. You know how I love a good rib stickin' meal."

"Is Travis and Waylon here?" Patrick piped up eagerly from the children's table, hoping to have some boys to play with rather than the three little girls who kept ganging up on him.

Olivia pulled out a chair and started loading her plate down. "They're with their daddy this weekend, sugar. I'll tell them you asked about them."

Drake lifted his coffee mug, not making eye contact with anyone. "Speaking of ... I saw Anton yesterday at the Dollar Tree ... with someone." He smirked into his drink. While everyone else knew who and was trying to avoid the elephant in the room, he owed her for years of squabble.

"Who? Madeleine?" Olivia spat, adding heaping spoonfuls of sugar to her already overly sweetened tea. "Bless her rotten heart, he was seeing her before our break up. Moved in with her right after the divorce was final, so I hope she's enjoyed cookin' and cleanin' after my youngins' all weekend, cause she's gonna be doin it a hell of a lot more now that she got herself fired."

Madeleine was a bank teller in the drive-thru at First Cordonia and also Leo's ex-fiancee.

"Madeleine got fired?" Alyssa asked in surprise. "She's been there for years."

The redhead swirled the sugar around in her tea with a spoon before licking it off and continuing, "Mmm-hmm. Bertrand caught her on video, stuffing her gaudy drawers into the vacuum tubes at the bank and sending them to that bastard when he drove through to make a deposit. He was making deposits alright. Right between her scrawny, cankled ass --"

"Olivia!" Liam quickly interjected, knowing once she got going, it would likely turn R-rated with several little ears listening. "I'm dying to hear how the Christmas Festival for next Saturday is coming along." He shot a look across the table at Drake for getting her worked up. Drake simply grinned.

By late afternoon, supper had been eaten, dishes cleaned, and pants unbuttoned. After a couple of hours of chatting on the back porch and watching the kids play, the two younger couples packed up leftovers Regina insisted they take home and were ready to hit the road.

Liam and Riley lived next door and walked out with the Walkers who were making their way to the Tahoe parked on the street.

Alyssa bounced and cooed over baby Jacob before handing him back to Riley and getting into the vehicle's passenger seat.

Liam was leaning into the driver's side window, having a casual discussion with Drake about the opening day of deer season next Saturday and asking what time he wanted to head out.

Alyssa was half-listening and half-working the stereo when an idea popped into her head. "You know what would be fun?” Both men stopped talking and glanced over at her. “We should all go?”

Drake knit his brows. “Go where?

“Hunting. We can make it a double date. You and me, Riley and Liam. The great outdoors. Some quality time together. I’ll even make snacks for everyone. It’ll be fun,” her voice was chipper. She was excited about it.

She was also deadly serious.

So were the dubious looks Drake and Liam gave each other over the thought of taking their wives on the most important hunting event of their year. Not that either didn't enjoy spending time with their significant others, but hunting was a whole different world. It was a one-person sport where you spent the day away from reality and responsibilities and just enjoying the great outdoors —a place to be alone and experience the thrill of a good hunt.

“Guys, I’m serious. We go fishing together, and I’ve shot targets plenty of times. I really wanna go hunting with you. Riley wants to go too, don't you?” She cast an inquisitive glance out her window at Riley, who glared back with the biggest what-the-fuck look she'd ever made. “See, she wants to go too.”

“Baby,” Drake began softly, giving her knee light squeezes. “I don’t mind taking you, but this is opening day. We’ll be in the woods for hours, in the cold. It’s not really what someone would consider a ‘date.’ And we’re going to the Festival that night … we’ll get a chance to spend time together there.”

She held his gaze as her lips began to quiver. “I understand. You .. you need time to be away from me, and it was a dumb idea anyway --”

“No,” Drake cut in. His heart plummeted from the sadness in her voice and eyes. “That’s not it at all. I love spending time with you. And if you really want to do this, then … let’s do this.”

“Really? We can go together?” Drake nodded with a smile before she squealed in his ear and pulled him into a tight hug. “I can’t wait! Thank you!”

Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Liam let out a heavy breath as he looked over at Riley -- The woman he knew would not be a fun hunting partner next week -- still standing on the sidewalk, appearing like she might faint. “Yeah ... I can’t wait either.”

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Saturday. 5:15 a.m. The cellphone alarm on Drake’s bedside table let off a series of rhythmic beeping sounds and vibrations.

The alarm wasn’t needed. The man had been awake for hours, listening to his wife's gentle snores; the anticipation of bringing home at least a 12-pointer keeping him from falling back asleep.

Letting out a ferocious yawn and a hearty stretch, he picked up his phone to dismiss the alarm and rolled over to wake Alyssa.

With her ass perfectly curled into the space between his stomach and thighs, his hands settled on her curvy hip, jostling her slightly. “Time to get up, my little peach. We gotta get crackin’ before all the good deer are gone.”

“I just need one more hour, okay? Thanks,” she protested with a drowsy murmur, pulling the pillow over her head.

Drake chuckled, rubbing soothing circles over her back. “No. We have to get up now. We’re wasting time, sleepyhead. Unless … you don’t want to go.”

Alyssa’s heavy eyes stung as she tried to peel them open one at a time. “No, I wanna … go ...” she trailed. Her eyes slowly shut again, and she was out.

On a day like today, Drake was usually up and ready in ten minutes. Once he could finally get his wife out of bed, dressed, and back awake again from where she fell asleep on the toilet, it was close to 45 minutes.

Maxwell, who was also a childhood friend and the music teacher where Alyssa taught, rented the room over their garage. He agreed to come down that morning and watch the kids while the pair spent their morning in the woods. Bianca used to help out in that regard, but the kids complained she slept the whole time, and Alyssa was pretty sure her mother-in-law smoked pot around them.

Drake loaded up the truck, placing his rifle and a smaller .22 caliber for Alyssa behind the seat. Dragging herself slowly to the vehicle, the night sky still pitch black and her breath turning to thick vapors in the frigid air, she listlessly tossed a Taylor Swift tote bag on the floorboard and climbed in.

Drake looked at his phone after everything was packed up to see if Liam had sent a message about being late. It was unusual for him not to be there already. Typically, his best friend was up and at his house before Drake was even ready. He sent off a quick text to check.

Drake: Where you at, man?

Liam: Running late. Riley had to put makeup on and do her hair.

Liam: I’m having so much fun already 😑

Liam: snark

Drake: Lyss couldn’t decide which gloves looked the best with her orange vest. I guess she wants to impress the deer before she kills them.

Liam: We’re not catching deer today. We’ll be lucky if we catch a cold. Be there in 10.

Twenty minutes later, Liam’s gray Silverado pulled onto the Walker’s gravel drive. Riley had wanted biscuits and gravy from McDonald's, and she had to run back inside to pee, so that set them back. But, with everyone now there, they were finally ready to head out.

Just down the rural road from where Drake and Alyssa lived, the current sheriff of Cordonia, Bastien, owned several acres of unoccupied land that he used for recreation. He had been a close friend of Drake’s dad and agreed to let Drake and Liam hunt and fish on his property whenever they wanted.

Turning onto the dirt road and opening the gate, the four friends arrived at their spot just as dawn was breaking.

No one spoke much as they trekked through the mud, sticks, and brittle fall leaves that littered the path to the deer stands. Riley and Alyssa were too exhausted to say anything. Drake and Liam just weren’t used to talking at all.

"Riley, love,” Liam whispered softly. “Can you watch how you’re walking? The noise is going to scare the deer away.”

“I can’t help it if … " She reacted loudly in frustration before Liam placed a finger over his lips, and she resumed speaking more quietly. “I can’t help it if there're leaves everywhere. I’m walking on them as delicately as possible.”

“How much further? I think my toes are frozen and I need coffee.” Alyssa bemoaned while walking on the balls of her heels. Drake was basically dragging her sluggish body by the hand. Her eyes were still drooping from exhaustion with every careful step.

“Just over yonder of that fence row is our stand.” He pointed out.

Alyssa aimed her flashlight around the woods in several spots. "And where do we pee at?"

Liam lightly snorted as Drake answered matter-of-factly. "Just over yonder of that fence row below our stand."

"Oh ... " her tone was small and apprehensive, "... I guess that's ... okay." She glanced back timidly at Liam, who was following close behind.

He shielded his eyes from the beam of her flashlight in his face and frowned. "I'm not going to watch you pee, Alyssa."

Riley gasped, "Eww! I don't want Drake watching me pee either."

"Shhhhh." Liam was quick to remind her again of the volume of her voice.

"Stop, shushing me, Liam! Those deer don't know I'm out here."

Drake grunted, then whipped around to face the three of them. "Would you keep your voices down? No one's watching anybody take a piss," he whisper-yelled. "Lyssa and I will be at least a hundred yards away from ya'll. Riley, I promise you can piss your little heart out, and I won't see it."

"We're separating?" Alyssa asked wistfully. "What if I need to ask Riley something, and she can't hear me yelling across to her?"

"You'll just have to ask her when we're done, baby girl. And ... please don't yell questions to her while we're out here. Low voices."

They continued on with their noisy hike.

"Having so much fun," Liam grumbled to himself.

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Liam and Riley headed to their tree stand as Drake helped Alyssa climb up the ladder to theirs.

The stand and ladder were made of plywood -- chipped and faded from years of exposure to the elements -- and were attached at the apex to an oak tree about twenty feet off the ground. At the top it had enough room to take a step onto, with a wooden seat just wide enough to accommodate them. One plank rail came out on both sides.

Alyssa plopped down onto the seat, clutching her tote bag of goodies on her lap. She lifted the brim of the orange beanie she borrowed from Drake -- that smelled of animal carcass and gun powder -- above her eyes and peered out to the wilderness spread monumentally below. She closed her eyes and slowly inhaled the fresh, dewy air, taking in the sounds of twittering birds, branches clashing from the nearby squirrel frolicking on them, and the rippling of a bubbling brook streaming down the hill.

A pleasant warmth overcame her as Drake's much larger body sat down next to her and protected her from the frosty wind blowing in from his side.

Alyssa wrapped her arms around his waist, snuggling into him. "I can see why you like this so much. It's so quiet and peaceful ... look how purty it is out here, Drake. It's just real purty, isn't it?"

Working diligently on getting their gear together, he stopped briefly to look out; affection glowed in his eyes. “It sure is, darlin’. Almost as purty as you ... and notice I said 'almost.'” He winked, and Alyssa blushed, feeling that same love trickling up inside her she'd had since they were teenagers. Drake could charm the pants off a chipmunk, but she was thankful he only used that gift on her.

"Sooo ... " She drawled in her thick Southern accent. "How long will it be before the deer start coming out?"

Drake drew the barrel of her gun back after loading it with shells and explained, "Don't know. It could be minutes. It could be a few hours. Just whenever they head this way, I reckon."

Perplexed, Alyssa nodded slowly. "A few hours? I s'pose that's okay. What do you do while you're waiting?"

He shrugged, passing a gun to her. "You just ... sit here."

"You just sit here and do what?"

Drake leaned over to kiss into her orange cap and replied, "Wait."

"Wait." She acknowledged. "I can do that. I'll just sit here ... and wait."

Several minutes had passed, and Alyssa was already bored with listening to nature, Drake's gurgling stomach, and sitting quietly with nothing to do. Every so often, a shotgun blast was heard in the distance, signifying either someone out there had gotten their prize or Riley had driven Liam insane. It was the only break from the monotony that came with the boredom of sitting in a tree for who knew how many hours.

Letting out a giant exhale that caught Drake's attention, she propped her rifle against the railing and pulled the cloth tote that was sitting between her boots into her lap. Rummaging through the bag, she pulled out her phone and began thumbing out a message.

Drake furrowed his brows and asked, "What're you doin'?"

"Just texting Riley,' she answered dismissively. He shook his head and leaned it back against the tree while she formulated her message.

Alyssa: You still alive over there? How's it going?

Riley: This is boring as shit.

Riley: And now my texting is apparently scaring away the deer. F the deer Liam. F all the damn deer!!!! What were you thinking, Lyss?

Alyssa: I was thinking we could spend quality time with our husbands. The men we love and cherish with all of our hearts. I’m having a great time with Drake so far 😍😘

Alyssa: And no one twisted your arm to come bitch.

Riley: Liam's just staring through binoculars. He hasn’t spoken in 20 minutes except to tell me to point the gun away from him or to quit moving. Let’s go get our hair did at Adelaide's.”

Alyssa: OHHH Yes! And get Chinese food ... CRAB RANGOONS!! I'll have Drake drive us back. Girls Day Out. Love you!

Drake let out a belch and blew it away when Alyssa turned to him with a dazzling smile and a sparkle in her blues. "Can you drive Riley and me back to the house?"

"What? Right now?" he shrieked. She answered him with a cheerful nod. "What happened to all that talk about wanting to spend quality time with me?"

"I still do. But ... we're just sitting here, not really doing anything. I could be getting my hair done for tonight's festival. I also have a ton of laundry to do, some papers to grade, and I’m supposed to be making the Devereaux’s famous peach cobbler for the raffle. If I leave now, I’ll have time to do all of it.” Alyssa knew she probably wouldn’t do half of that, and Audrey would likely make the cobbler, but it made the situation sound more urgent.

"It's opening day, baby. I'm not leaving this spot." He reached into the pocket of his overalls and pulled out his keys. "If you and Riley wanna take my truck, I'll ride back with Liam."

She gave him an exasperated look. "I don't know my way back to the truck. And I sure as hell know Riley doesn't."

He smirked, stuffing his keys back. "Then you're stuck."

The next hour was brutal. Alyssa texted Riley to alleviate the boredom for several minutes, but there had been no responses in a long while. She wasn't aware that Liam tossed her friend's phone over the hill when she started making TikTok videos of her plight -- Liam took his deer hunting seriously: No noise meant no noise.

Drake wasn't much better; he was quieter than his usual self. It wouldn't have been so bad if she could at least talk. An occasional whispered word was not going to cut it.

Alyssa sighed heavily. She wiggled around for comfort. She unwrapped a Nutty Bar. She crunched. She opened a can of pop. She tapped her fingers. She flipped the pages of a magazine. Each one got that look from Drake that let her know it was too loud. If she ever made it out of there, she planned to jabber and stir until she couldn't do it anymore.

After another half-hour of stewing quietly in her thoughts without a sign of a deer anywhere, Alyssa decided now was the time to finally just talk.

"Do you ever think about having another baby?" It was a topic that had been on her mind for a while. To her surprise, Drake didn't give her a look or even freak out the way she anticipated. Despite his own rule of silence, he even responded in kind.

"Yeah. Kind of a lot."

Her right brow darted up. "Really?"

Drake took a breath and shifted the gun across his lap. "I mean, of course. It's always been my dream to settle down and have a bunch of youngin's with the woman I love." He studied her lit-up face; he'd swore she'd gotten more beautiful with age. That's why he hesitated when he added, "But ... "

Her shoulders slumped at his words, and a deflated look impressed upon her face. "But ... " The word barely made it past her lips.

Drake reached for her hand and gripped it tightly. "Lyssa, we have so much going on right now. You're working on National Boards, Audrey has piano recitals and basketball, Patrick has peewee football and Boy Scouts. We barely have time -- except for right now -- for just ... us. I'm not saying,"never"... just that right now ... isn't a good time."

"I understand that, but ... we've always made it work. And don't you miss those tiny little fingers wrapped around yours? And the way they smell fresh out of the bath? And those chubby little cheeks pressed up against yours?" she goaded.

“Of course I do. I remember the first time I held Audrey and PJ in my arms -- there’s just no better feeling in the world than ...to look down ... " Drake paused as his voice cracked, and his brown eyes glistened like glass. " ... and to see someone so small ..." When she sniffled, it made it that much harder for him to speak. "... that you created with the woman you've loved since you were 16 years old. But I like who they are now, and watching them grow, and doing things with them ... And, well ... there’s no shit clean up.”

“You obviously haven’t washed Patrick's clothes in a while,” Alyssa retorted with a chuckle that brought out one in her husband.

"I’ll have to talk to him about that." He gazed deeper into her eyes. "But I do love you ... more than all the peaches in Georgia, Lyssa Claire.”

Alyssa smiled.“That’s what you said to me when you promised to marry me when we were teens.”

Drake returned his own smile. “I did. I remember like it was yesterday too. Sitting in your parent’s basement, watching Friends reruns, eating pizza, making out. And hell, it’s still as true today as it was then. Somehow, even more."

Their cold lips parted and joined halfway for a fervent kiss, with Drake's hand meandering around the subtle groove at the junction of her waist. Just as it became more intense and desirous, a rustling of twigs off in a nearby thicket caught Drake's ear, and he broke away, his eyes scoping the perimeter. Alyssa wasn't offended, she heard it too, and her heart raced with excitement.

Lifting the binoculars hanging from his neck, he spotted two deer eating from a blackberry patch some thirty yards away. He pointed in their direction; Alyssa gave a quick thumbs up, letting him know she saw them too.

Drake carefully lifted the rifle resting in his lap as Alyssa leaned forward and squinted to get a better visual. "Is that a buck and a doe?" she whispered, not moving an inch.

"Sure as fuck is." He mounted the stock of his .30 caliber, Winchester, just beneath his collarbone; the rush of this moment coursed ravenously through his body. He lined up the scope and placed a steady finger on the trigger -- his thumb pulling the hammer back.

“Wait.” Alyssa loudly whispered. “You can’t shoot him.”

"I'm gonna. Better cover your ears."

"No, Drake. There's a doe with him. What if that's his wife? You can't just leave her all alone without him."

"Lyss, this is the whole reason we're out here."

"So you can make a widow out of her?"

"No ... so I can make deer chili out of him."

Alyssa's mouth flew open. "No. No. RUUUUUUUUN! RUUUUUUN!"

Drake pulled his face away from the scope and fired her a look. "What the hell are you doing? They're getting away!"

She tilted her chin boldly. "I don't care. That was her husband, and they're in love, and you can't take that away from them. I would be so sad if we were just out eating berries and someone came up and shot you, ALL SO THEY COULD EAT DRAKE CHILI!".

Drake dropped his head. He knew there was no point in arguing with her. As long as he’d known her, she was stubborn, and at that moment, she was dead set in believing those two deer were living out the greatest romance of all time. Nothing he said or did would change her mind on that.

A thought emerged while he attempted to comprehend the logic of the situation. Those deer ran off in the direction where Liam was set up. Maybe if he could give his friend a heads up, it was still possible at least someone would leave those woods with the prized buck.

Turning his back from Alyssa so that she couldn't stop him, he pulled a small walkie-talkie from his pocket and radioed Liam. Alyssa knew what was up and jumped to her feet, thrusting her arms around him in an attempt to stop the travesty.

"You can't do this, Drake," she hollered, "That’s her soulmate. And why don't I have a walkie-talkie? I want a walkie-talkie!"

While seated next to Liam, Riley was swinging her legs, purposefully making the soles of her boots scrape against the platform. Liam tried to ignore her; maybe he had been a little too uptight about every little noise and utterance she made. But this was playing a whole different ballgame now: she was now making it her mission to piss him off.

Prepared to pound his head against the tree, Liam gritted his teeth, skimming his eyes in her direction. "Love, do you have to do that?"

"Did you have to throw my phone in the woods?" She spat back.

Liam rubbed his hand over his face. "No, and I am sorry that. I apologize for all of eternity. I promise I will get you another one as soon as we get back, okay?”

Riley huffed. "Fine, but that phone had all of my contacts on it. It had our babies' pictures and videos on it ... our vacation photos. I can't get those memories back ever, and I have to find it, and God only knows where it landed. It could be ..." She stopped rattling on when she caught sight of the distressed look Liam was giving her. Knitting her brows, Riley asked, "What?"

"Nothing ... just ... can you lower your voice a little? You're gonna scare the deer away,"

He regretted it as soon as it came out.

“LIAAAAM!”

He saw the steam gushing out of her ears. There was no time to answer the incoming call on his walkie-talkie from Drake.

Belting out a furious screech, Riley jumped up and tried to jerk the gun from his hands. There was no question she wouldn't shoot him, but she'd sure as hell shred his favorite gun apart piece-by-piece and toss them all the way to Portavira Lake on the other side of town.

Riley tugged with all of her might. "I have HAD IT with being quiet for those damn deer, Liam. HAD IT!"

"Sweetheart, you need to calm down ..." He stood up in front of her, pulling back on the rifle even harder, surprised -- and not pleasantly so -- his considerably smaller wife had this much struggle in her.

"Don't you sweetheart me. You have shushed me for the last time, Liam Preston Rys!"

“Okay, I’m sorry! But can you at least admit us fighting over a gun is dangerous? Somebody is going to get seriously hurt, and I don’t want it to be you, Riley. Please. I won’t shush you anymore, I promise.” His face softened, eventually adorning a loving smile at his wife, who, with a sigh, was unable to resist that handsome face and relaxed her grip.

Riley gave him a half-smile in return. “I’m sorry, too. I’ve ruined your hunting trip.”

“Yes ... you did.” Liam agreed, dodging the playful slap she nearly made to his upper arm. “But I don’t want to fight anymore.”

With the War of the Ryses finally over, they went in for a makeup kiss until Drake’s voice called out to Liam again through his walkie talkie. Liam set the gun down on the bench and leaned it against the tree before he started digging into his pocket to answer the device. Riley dropped down onto the seat, her elbow brushed against the rifle and caused it to slide away until the barrel end hit the railing and set off a powerful blast.

When the ringing in both of their ears subsided, and the smoke had cleared, Liam and Riley collected themselves from the sudden spine-gripping explosion that shook them both. While Riley explained to Liam what happened, a hysterical sounding Drake came back over the walkie-talkie, wailing, “Alyssa’s been shot! Alyssa’s been shot! Help me!”

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Later that evening, in the courthouse square, the street was lit up with zig-zagged rows of red, green, and white lights. Strands of garland were wound around every lamppost in perfect spiraled loops, and red bows hung and waved with the wintry breeze.

With traffic rerouted away from the area, vendors lined sidewalks selling local goods to put the town's citizens in the festive spirit. What would this small town in Georgia have been without boiled peanuts, low country boil, fried green tomatoes, barbecue, and peach everything?

Once Constantine had lit the 30-foot spruce, surrounded by hundreds of merry people from all walks of life that made up this small community, the festival was officially kicked-off.

In a large tent set up on the square, Liam and Riley laid out styrofoam containers and drinks they’d purchased from a barbeque vendor on one of several picnic tables inside. With their two young daughters munching away on their meal, and the stroller with their sleeping son beside them, they both sat down with heavy hearts and restless minds.

Liam bit into his barbecue sandwich, noticing Riley only prodding at her mac-and-cheese while staring off into the distance. He didn’t have to ask what was wrong; he knew what happened that morning was bothering her with guilt and worry. It wasn’t every day she accidentally shot someone.

“Are you going to be okay?”

Riley shook her head slightly with a sad look. “No. It’s just not the same without Alyssa here. You know how much she loves Christmas and the festival. She was so looking forward to it too, until --”

“You shot her.”

“Yeeeeeesssss,” she cried out. Liam reached across the table and gave her hand a comforting squeeze, his thumb caressing her smooth skin. Riley continued to sniffle as she grabbed a handful of napkins and wiped the barbecue sauce off Liam’s sticky fingers that were now smeared all over hers. “I didn’t mean to, I swear it. And the way … and the way Drake cried. It broke my heart. Now he has her on bed rest AND house arrest. He won’t let her take calls. I’ll never see or hear from my bestie agaaaain.” The tears continued to flow in steady streams.

Liam stiffened, feeling the eyes of everyone in that tent, gawking at his overly-dramatic wife breaking down. He started to tell her to lower her voice, but after the gun battle in the woods, he thought better of it. “Riley, darlin’, you know Drake is really overprotective of Alyssa. And as scary as what happened was, she only needed the one stitch and band-aid for her graze wound. Something tells me Drake won’t be able to keep her down long.”

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Liam was right. As much as Drake tried to keep her in bed so he could wait on her hand and foot, protect her from the careless friends of the world who could inadvertently do his baby girl harm, and check to see if she needed a new band-aid every few minutes, he could not keep her down. She had been far too excited to hang out with the people she loved so much and celebrate at one of her favorite festivals.

Maxwell had left for the events with Audrey and Patrick an hour ago; they were part of the children’s caroling group and needed to be there early. Against Drake’s wishes, Alyssa showered, got dressed, and made sure he knew in no uncertain terms would he be able to prevent her from going. The only thing he knew to do was to go, follow her around the entire night, and make sure she wouldn’t get shot again.

They circled the block where everything was held several times, but spaces to park were impossible to find. Three blocks away was the church where they attended, and the parking lot was completely empty. Drake didn’t like the fact that Alyssa would have to walk so far in her debilitated condition and was prepared to haul her piggyback style if he had to, but this was the best spot he could find.

Drake moved the gearshift into park and reached over to grab Alyssa’s arm, who was already bounding out the door. He pulled Alyssa back inside, the chilly air blowing through her open door swept her straighten hair this way and that way.

She cocked her head to the side and exhaled, “Drake, I can open my own door. I’m not broken. It’s just a scratch. I’m fine.”

“I know.” He smiled that tenderhearted smile only Alyssa had ever seen. The same one sending a shudder through her already chilled body. “I changed my mind,” he replied simply

Alyssa slammed her eyes shut and groaned. “I just told you I was fine --”

“No, no,” He shook his head. “About having another baby. I want to start trying.”

Saddled with curiosity, she slid back into the truck and shut the door. “But, I thought you said we didn’t have time for that --”

“Yeah, I did say that. I still believe it. But … today made me realize that yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today …”

Alyssa’s hand flew to her mouth as she laughed out loud. Drake gave her a confused look before chuckling awkwardly to himself, “What’s so funny?”

She lowered her hand, still laughing. “You got that saying from a quote on a poster in my classroom. You’re the one who hung it up for me.”

The memory dawned on him, and he lowered his head, attempting to cover the guilty grin that spread over it. “Well, hell. Here I was trying to make you think I was all insightful and smart and stuff.”

Alyssa’s hand splayed across his rugged chest as she leaned over to kiss him.“You are very insightful and smart. You know I never settle for anything less than the best.”

“I s’pose.” he said, forking his fingers through his hair. “But … I guess what I wanted to say was … I know that bullet missed you, barely … but what if it hadn’t? What if I’d left those woods without you today? Just like you were afraid that doe might. Time wouldn’t matter anymore. There will NEVER be enough time with you. You’re my life, Alyssa Claire. You’re my lover, my friend, my heart, my confidante, my soul, my everything … my little peach. I want to experience all that life has given me with you as my wife … and forever make time with you.”

“DRAAAKEY!” she bawled, spreading her tiny arms wide around his bulky body. Alyssa drew him into her so hard it nearly crushed the wind right out of his lungs. “I -- love -- you -- so muuuch!” Drake patted her back and kissed into her hair as she sniveled into his shirt. He hated when she cried, but damn if this didn’t feel good to him. Anytime she was happy made him that way too.

They took a moment to kiss and pet each other a little before Alyssa sat up and asked, “So … when do you want to start trying for a new baby Walker?”

He shrugged. “Whenever you want, baby.”

Alyssa looked through the back window of the truck and scanned the parking lot. She bit her lip and looked back at him impishly. “What about … now?”

Drake’s eyes flew open wide. “In the church parking lot?”

Pursing her lips, she affirmed, “Yes. We’ve done it behind the Piggly Wiggly plenty of times. And let's not forget the ‘Great Ass Blow-out of 2019’ in the Atlanta Convention Center parking garage.”

“I will never forget that.” Drake shook his head as that momentous sexual experience replayed in his mind. “Mmmm, you performed magic that day, woman.”

She raised a brow and coaxed him on, “So? What’dya say?”

Drake took a tentative look around at the dark, empty lot, then back at her. “We’re so going to hell, but I’m in.”

“Eeeeeee,” she squealed, jerking his arm around in excitement. “Try to keep your ass out of the window this time, okay?”

Thirty minutes later, Pastor Hakim pulled into the church parking lot with Mara, the game warden, following behind in her truck. There had been several reports from passerby’s of loud animals howling and screeching behind the church. The stray cat population was out of control in that area, and several cats had burrowed their way inside the church on occasion.

Hakim parked his car, with Mara pulling in beside him. They both got out simultaneously and listened quietly to see if they could decipher where the commotion was coming from.

Within seconds, a load moan roared out, followed by several consecutive whimpers that were hard to make out by the duo.

Mara listened intently, then gestured with her flashlight to an area near the back of the lot where clusters of shrubs and dry brush bordered. Hakim ambled behind her, the noise getting closer and closer until the pastor's brow furrowed at the shaking of a nearby truck.

“Damn, teenagers,” he grumbled as they tipped toed discreetly.

Mara crouched down by the truck's tailgate, Hakim bending over while she duck-walked toward the driver's side door.

The game warden turned to the pastor and instructed, “On my three. 1 -- 2 -- 3.” They both jumped up at the same time, flashing the light inside the cab. “HAHA Caught ya! OH MY GOD!”

Alyssa, who was on top of Drake, completely naked except for the band-aid on her left arm, looked up in utter humiliation and shock. She crossed her arms over her chest to cover her breast, feeling like she might faint. Not knowing what to say at that moment to rectify their actions or why those two were still staring inside the truck, Alyssa smiled sheepishly. “I’m still feeling the spirit, Hakim.”

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