#my sweet baby boy who is not very smart

[sunshineram]

also loki says hi :)

[darlingbabyboo]

--"what do you mean your dad doesn't like me?"

♡ Synopsis: you love your boyfriend more than anything in the world... it's too bad that your parents don't feel the same.

♡ Content: Kageyama, Tsukishima, Iwaizumi, Kenma, Suna, Atsumu. Black female reader! I don't believe that there's mentions of height but I'm writing this from my view and I'm pretty short so be wary...

♡ Notes: I actually don't remember writing this, I think I got possessed for a minute but that's okay <3. Hope y'all enjoy, it's been a minute since I wrote for Haikyuu

Kageyama

Case of a bad first meeting

Kageyama is an awkward boy okay, and there's nothing wrong with it but it kinda messes things up when your parents are introduced to him

You've been talking about your sweet caring boyfriend who loves to take care of you and supports you when things go wrong and your parents have high expectations because of how much you've been gassing him up

They follow you to one of his games, and they're very impressed by his volleyball abilities

When the game ends with Karasuno's win, they accept the interaction with Kageyama to go like this❤️🥰😊💖😘

Instead Kageyama just looks at you like 😐

And they're not the biggest fan of that

"Tobio, baby, you did so good!" You exclaim as he comes towards all of you. Your parents watch expectantly, waiting for the sour expression on his face to disappear at the sight of you. A smile, grin, laugh, something.

Instead, he nods at the compliment, and starts staring at the nonexistent spot on the floor.

They frown, that was not what they expected.

Your mother leans into your father, "I thought he would be..."

"Sweeter," Your father finishes for her. They watch the encounter with dismay. You continue to send a barrage of compliments to your boyfriend only for the other's stare at the floor to turn into a full blown glare.

"I need to go," He suddenly interrupts your ranting. They watch, hoping that he'll redeem himself with a short embrace, but he only nods at you, and offers your parents a small wave.

"Isn't he great!" You gush as you watch the setter walk back to his team.

Your parents frown, not at all.

Bonus

"Bakeyama! Their parents definitely hate you!"

"Shut up Boke!" He yells back at Hinata, rubbing his cheeks like he can erase the red from his face. He could barely look you in the eyes with you wearing his jersey. It was the first time you had ever done something like that and he reacted like an idiot!

"You're so stupid!" The shorter male giggles, "I have no idea how you got with someone!"

He snarls, "shut up shut up shut up!"

Tsukishima

Tsukishima's a great suckup, you'd think he'd be great around your parents

...no, just no

Your mama's smart and she knows a fakeass when she sees one

Tsukishima might act all nice but your mama says, 'he got the devil in his eyes' she's right lol

He can't do nothing without absolute disgust being targeted at him 😭😭😭

He could be offering to help with dinner

And she offers back a side eyes him with a scowl on her face

Tsukishima is doing his best pray for my mans 🙏🏾

"Oh, ma'am, I can help with-"

"Don't bother," your mother cuts off, holding her hand up to stop the blonde from continuing his offer, "I don't need your help." She spits out. As she leaves to the kitchen she starts muttering something about him under her breath. He can't pick it up, but he knows it's not anything good.

He gives you a desperate look, it's been like this all night. He did his best to put on a nice smile and dress the best- he begged (though he would never tell you that)- his mom to bake some pie so that he could bring it to dinner just so everything would be perfect when meeting your mom, but it was all for nothing. It was an understatement to say that she didn't like him.

She fucking hated him.

You give him a look as if to say, what can you do? You did your best to talk Kei up, but as soon as she saw him, she decided she didn't like him. You put your hand over his, resting on the table.

"I'm sorry." You whisper, feeling horrible that he had worked so hard for nothing.

"It's just- I wished she liked." He interlocks your hand and squeezes it anxiously, "I don't know what else I should do."

You open your mouth to try to comfort him, but-

"Baby get in the kitchen, your mama needs help!" In a voice that leaves no room for argument.

You wince, you know that you can't say no when your mom starts talking in that tone. You give Kei an apologetic look and his shoulders slump, burying his head in his hands.

Iwaizumi

Worst possible meeting of your boyfriend

Iwaizumi has a habit of hitting you (playfully)

Your dad just happen to catch you two when it looks like he's hitting you

He is traumatized and horrified

Shitting crying throwing up fr when your father starts to threaten to end his life if he come near you again

"Where's my favourite member of Aoba Johsai~" You sing, playfully poking his shoulder.

He puts an arm around your shoulder and pulls you into him "right here babe."

You wriggle out of his grip, "you don't look like Oikawa to me."

He rolls his eyes, "fuck you." He knocks your head, not hard enough to bruise but enough to look threatening, he laughs at your flinch.

"Coward," He mocks.

You stick out your bottom lip and just as you open your mouth to respond-

"Fuck you say about my daughter."

He gasps when someone's hand grips his upper arm. The man's eyes are filled with pure rage, and his grip tightens so hard it's almost like he's trying to tear it out of his arm. He watches the man, and in a horrifying realization he sees that the man has your eyes.

It's your dad.

Shit.

"This is not what it looks like," He sputters out, in an attempt not to look like an abusive dickhead, "we just-"

"Shut up." The man grits out, and impossibly the grip on his arm tightens even more. "if I ever see you around my little girl again, I will fucking kill you."

"Dad-" You attempt to protest.

"No." Your dad interrupts your plea, "I told you to be careful around these trashy high schoolers- about getting yourself involved in these stupid boys." He shakes Iwaizumi like a ragdoll to further emphasize his point. "I never want to see you around him again."

You eyes go wide, "Dad, wha- that's not fair!"

Your father doesn't listen to your protests, harshly pushing away Iwaizumi and grabbing your hand. You fight against it for a bit but give up when your father won't let up. You turn around to face Iwaizumi, mouthing I'm sorry.

He just nods, and as soon as you're gone he places his fist against his forehead, wondering how he could have fucked things up so much.

Kenma

I love Kenma but he's not a conventional bf

Your dad wants you to be happy but at the same time he's looking at him and thinking, really, you couldn't do any better

He can barely hide the disgust when he's playing on his video games, slouched over like the Hunchback of Notre Dame and heavy bags under his eyes

You're telling him that he's a highly valued member of his team and then he sees him get winded going up a the stairs

Okay sweetie 🤗🤗🤗

Kenma finds the hate as more of an annoyance than anything tbh

He doesn't sweat too much about it, the only reason he tries is because he doesn't like you being upset about the uneasiness between your parents and him

"Hey," He says, all he can get out before he practically collapses against you. It was a long game and all he wants to do is melt into your arms. "'s nice tha' you came." He keeps panting, just on the brink of passing out.

"Hey Kenny." You say, running a hand through his hair and pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead, "you were really good in this game."

He doesn't have the energy to thank you, all the air practically gone from his lungs, instead he nods and buries his face into your neck.

After a minute of you carding your hand through his hair you say the dreaded words, "my dad's expecting you to greet him..."

He groans, "will he accept a weak wave."

"Not at all."

He groans louder as he painfully removes himself from your gasp. he looks up to your dad, who is predictably glaring at him. He gives a weak smile and wills himself to go towards the man.

What he'll do for you.

Suna

YOUR DAD DOES NOT TRUST HIM

He does not like him around you at all and thinks his precious baby deserves to be around someone better

Your dad finds him a little too nonchalant for his taste and thinks that his baby needs to be around someone that spoils you

Suna is surprised when he's hit with the hatred bcs he didn't think he did anything???

"Rinnie, you did so good!" You exclaim, wrapping your arms around his neck, he in return wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Thanks," He responds, pressing his lips to your forehead.

He pulls away when he hears someone clear his throat. He looks at the other man, he looks like the spitting image of you. A smile creeps up his lips at how similar you look to your father.

He nods to him as a greeting.

Your father does not accept that.

"You too good for a handshake?" The man questions.

He opens his mouth, instinctively ready for a snappy remark, but he immediately closes it when your father glares. This is, apparently, no laughing matter, and he really doesn't feel like making things worse. Instead, he pulls his hand forward.

"Hey, I'm Suna Rintaro." He introduces.

"Hey." Your father mockingly echos (he exchanges a quick glance with you, did he do something? Why does the man already hate him), but he still accepts the handshake.

He winces when the older man squeezes, strong grip feeling like he's trying to tear his arm off. He drops his hand and puts it in his pocket, trying to shrug off the burning feel.

"Strong grip there Sir." He remarks, trying to make it come across light-hearted.

The other man doesn't show any positive reaction. "It's the grip of a man."

"Or a serial killer." He mutters. Apparently, not quiet enough, as you wince and the vein on your father's forehead bulges out in anger.

"We'll talk later, okay Rinnie." You say, offering an escape. He smiles, grateful for the opening. He'll take his escape while he still can.

"I'll see you later angel." He presses another kiss to your forehead and leaves, pretending he doesn't notice the glare of your father. That's something for another day.

Atsumu

Poor guy had no idea that your dad did not f with him 😭😭😭

He loves both your parents!

They gave birth to you and you're the greatest person ever!!! Of course he loves them

But apparently the hate is on sight with them

He starts to walk over and he starts scowling 😒

When you asked your dad why they didn't like Atsumu, he just clucked and said

'That blonde boy ain't right,' your dad muttered and offered NO OTHER INFO

"Hey princess, you like the match?" He smacks a kiss to your cheek and wraps a hand around your waist, "scored that last point for you."

"Just the last point?" You tease. "Were the other points for your other girlfriends."

"No other girls but you princess." He says, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

Your interrupted by your dad clearing his throat, very loudly.

You two break apart, and you offer your parents a sheepish glance.

"Are you going to introduce us honey?" Your mom says, with an odd look in her eyes that Atsumu can't decipher.

"Mom, dad, this is Miya Atsumu, the boy I've been talking about so much."

"It's a pleasure to meet you two." Atsumu says, giving his widest, kindest, toothiest grin.

Your mother gives him a weak smile back, while your father just watches him, like a predator looks at its prey before snapping its neck.

He waits for the two to respond, but they just keep staring.

After a few moments of nothing he coughs, "would you two like to join us for lunch- I'd like to celebrate my win with my favourite girl and her parents."

You giggle at that, but your parents show no reaction.

"It's getting awfully late for lunch." Your father says gruffly.

He laughs, "it's only 7."

Your father doesn't share his humour. He turns to you, "I don't want you out so late with some guy."

He bites his tongue at the last part, some guy? He's thinks you two have been together enough to be more than some guy.

"It's not even that late." You whine.

"The sun's about to set."

"It's only 7!" You reiterate, you turn to your mom, "Mama please!"

Your mom shakes her head, "I think you should listen to your father. It's getting late, and you should be careful who you share your company with." She gives a pointed glance to Atsumu.

It's like someone reached into his chest and ripped out his heart. He forces himself to smile, "ya'know, we don't need to celebrate today, I'll let ya get back home princess."

"But 'tsumu-" You attempt to protest.

"It's fine." He interrupts. He plays nonchalant and shrugs, "there are other days."

He grasps your hands and presses kisses to your knuckles. "I'll text you later, okay?"

You pout, but concede, "m'kay."

He offers a goodbye to your parents but they've turned their attention away, looking anywhere else but but at him. He swallows, he'll deal with that later.

[rottenfyre]

⸻ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴛ ʏ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴛ ⸻

Pairing: Yandere HOTD x Targaryen Reader Part 3

Summary: Alicent was pregnant and now you have a brother... Great between this mess now you have to deal with a child.

Warning: Y/n herself is a warning.

Notes: English is not my first language. Gifs don't belong to me, credit to the owner. Hope you enjoy!

The corridors of the Red Keep felt more stifling than usual as Y/n made her way toward Alicent’s chambers, her father’s summons echoing in her mind. It was laughable, truly. After all, why would she, of all people, care to see this child—a replacement, a crude shadow of what should have been her true brother, born to her beloved mother?

When she arrived, Rhaenyra was already there, standing near the bed where Alicent lay cradling the newborn. Rhaenyra’s face twisted briefly as she took in the sight, her discomfort poorly veiled. Y/n caught her sister’s eye just before Rhaenyra turned and, with a cold glance, left the room, practically fleeing. Smart, Y/n thought, suppressing a smile. She could almost admire her sister’s decisiveness. She, however, would stay. There was something strangely… satisfying in seeing Alicent lying there, pale and weak, her hair clinging to her forehead with sweat, her whole appearance a fragile mess. She look miserable.

“Y/n, my daughter,” her father’s voice cut into her thoughts. “Won’t you come closer?”

She looked up at him, feeling that familiar pang of resentment, but she crossed the room slowly, each step heavy with her reluctance. Alicent looked at her with a forced smile, and Y/n barely resisted rolling her eyes. Her father gestured for her to approach even closer.

“Come,” he said, a faint hint of warmth in his tone. “Look at your brother.”

Y/n’s face twisted involuntarily, her lips pulling back in thinly veiled disgust. Brother? She didn’t see any reason to indulge in this charade. But, as her father’s eyes settled on her, full of an expectation she knew she couldn’t ignore, she sighed and leaned in to peer at the squirming bundle in Alicent’s arms.

The first sight of the child made her flinch. What… in all the Seven Hells is this? The baby’s face was scrunched and red, his tiny hands wriggling pathetically. She could barely suppress her grimace as she looked down at him. Why is it so… ugly? Is this actually what babies look like? Or is it just… this one? She felt a shudder run down her spine, her lips curling as though she’d just seen something grotesque.

“Well?” her father asked, watching her closely. Y/n looked up at him, raising an eyebrow in exasperation, unable to mask her distaste.

Viserys chuckled softly, clearly amused by her reaction. “I thought you’d be excited,” he said, his tone mild but firm. “You always used to talk about naming your little brother, remember?”

"Y/n, what would you name him if he were a boy?" her mother asked, her voice light and playful, a smile dancing on her lips.

Y/n’s face lit up instantly. “Aegon,” she replied, no hesitation.

Aemma’s laughter was a gentle chime, full of love, as she tilted her head back, clearly charmed. "Aegon, hmm?" she repeated, her voice tender and a little amused. “A strong name—he would grow into it, I think.”

The response made Y/n puff up with pride. She let her hand rest over Aemma’s belly, pressing gently as though she could feel the baby within, envisioning a strong little boy who would one day grow up by her side, someone she would protect fiercely. In that moment, she felt certain she would love him more than anyone else.

Aemma leaned down and kissed Y/n’s forehead, stroking her cheek with soft fingers. “I think he would love you very much,” she murmured, her voice filled with a sweetness that warmed Y/n’s heart. “He would look up to you, my little girl.”

He was supposed to be my brother, Mother’s son… Not this. Not this… thing.

Her throat tightened, the painful memory clashing with the reality in front of her. Swallowing, she whispered, almost to herself, “…Aegon.” The name hung in the air, soft and sorrowful. She barely noticed as the baby’s eyes blinked open at the sound, a pair of startlingly bright, clear eyes—like polished jewels, unexpectedly beautiful in the midst of his otherwise unimpressive appearance.

But she felt nothing, no stir of affection or tenderness. The past had stayed buried until now, and she would not dig it up for this stranger. She pulled back, letting the revulsion return to harden her expression.

“Well, congratulations, Father,” she said, her voice back to its usual detached tone. She cast a long, deliberate glance at Alicent, her lips twitching with barely concealed disdain, before turning and striding toward the door.

As she left the room, she could still feel the ghostly twinge of her mother’s memory, lingering like a bad taste. Aegon, she thought bitterly, her fingers twitching in irritation. She could still feel the faint ache of holding onto that name, the name meant for a brother she had wanted.

Once she was back in her own chambers, she called for Elira. “Prepare me a bath,” she ordered, brushing a faint trace of blood from her fingers. “I need to wash off… whatever that was.” The sight of that child had left her feeling unclean, tainted by the memory and the reality. She sank into the hot water a moment later, letting the heat and steam blur the remnants of the day’s distaste.

As she sank deeper into the bath, she sighed, watching the water ripple around her. But no amount of scrubbing would erase that memory or the sour feeling twisting in her chest.

Y/n walked through the Red Keep's sunlit corridors, her pale skirts sweeping the stone floors, the soft chittering of her monkey filling the silence. The little creature perched on her shoulder, its curious eyes darting around, occasionally reaching out to tug on a stray strand of her silver hair. She reached up absently to scratch behind its ear, murmuring, “You’re a clever little thing, aren’t you?”

The monkey blinked at her, tilting its head as though in agreement. Y/n allowed herself a small smile. A gift from Daemon. Her uncle’s face flickered in her mind, sharp and knowing. He’d always had a knack for giving her things that felt… personal, even if she doubted it at times. Where is he now? she wondered, a pang of curiosity laced with longing. He had always been unpredictable, always vanishing just when she began to feel comfortable. I hope he’s well… or at least happy with himself.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a faint tug on her skirt. She stopped mid-step, frowning, and glanced down. There it was: that ugly thing. looked up at her with wide, unsteady eyes, his chubby hands still gripping the fabric of her dress.

“What do you want now?” she muttered, pulling her skirt away sharply. She stepped forward, expecting him to let go, but he didn’t. Instead, he tottered after her, his tiny legs wobbling as he reached for her again.

“Ya—Ya—” he babbled, his mouth struggling to form the syllables of her name.

She rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, “Annoying little pest.” She continued walking, but he followed, his persistent baby babble echoing down the hall. His voice softened slightly, and then, clear as the bells of the Sept, she heard it:

“S-Sis…ter.”

She froze in place, her foot hovering above the first step of the grand staircase. Slowly, she turned to look down at him. His face was lit up with a bright, toothy smile, his tiny hands reaching for her skirt again as he repeated, “Sis...t-ter!”

Her eyes widened. Did he just say that? Her heart fluttered in an unfamiliar way, something small and sharp lodging itself deep in her chest. She stared at him, stunned, as he laughed again, his babyish giggles bubbling up like spring water.

“Do you want to ride on Syrax with me, sister?”

“Can you stay, sister? I feel lonely…”

“Don't worry sister, I will never leave you.”

“I love you, sister.”

Her throat tightened. The warmth of those memories twisted into something cold, a painful ache she could neither name nor shake. She felt herself soften, just slightly, as she gazed down at Aegon. So small, so innocent. A smile, faint and almost tender, touched her lips. “Aww,” she cooed softly, crouching down to his level. “You called me sister…”

Her hand reached out, gently brushing against his silver hair. He giggled again, his tiny hands batting at her fingers. For a moment, the warmth lingered, a fragile thread of something like affection.

She stared down at him, her eyes narrowing slightly. What a silly cute rat.

Before she could stop herself—before she even wanted to—she pushed him.

Aegon’s tiny body flew forward, tumbling down the stairs. His small arms flailed helplessly, his head bouncing off the stone steps with a sickening crack. His body twisted and rolled, limp and lifeless, until he finally hit the bottom with a heavy thud.

Y/n stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at the bloody mess below.

She tilted her head, a smile slowly spreading across her face. Is he dead? She wasn’t sure. Didn’t really care. The blood pooled around his little head, and for a moment, she thought he might be.

She didn’t move. Just stood there, watching. It was… amusing. Like watching a bug squirm after being squashed.

After a moment, she began to walk down the steps, her footsteps slow and deliberate. When she reached the bottom, she crouched beside his crumpled form, her eyes scanning the blood and the broken limbs. He wasn’t moving. His little chest wasn’t rising.

She leaned in close, her face hovering just above his.

“Are you still alive?” she whispered, her tone almost curious. She poked at his arm, but there was no response.

She smiled. Oh, well. If he was dead, he was dead. If not… well, that didn’t matter either.

Just as she was about to stand, she noticed a faint, shallow breath escape his lips.

“Oh, you’re alive,” she murmured, sounding more bored than surprised.

She stood up, dusting off her dress as the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the hall. The maids rushed over, their faces pale with horror as they saw Aegon’s broken body lying at the foot of the stairs.

“Oh gods, what happened?” one of them gasped, falling to her knees beside him. “Someone fetch the maester!”

Y/n just watched, her expression flat. One of the maids glanced up at her, her eyes wide with shock.

“He fell, nothing to be worry about.” Y/n said simply, her voice devoid of any emotion. She could be careless.

Y/n stepped back, crossing her arms over her chest. She watched, her expression soft, as they lifted him and hurried away, calling for the maesters.

As they disappeared down the corridor, she turned away, a slight smile curling her lips. So much fuss over a little fall.

She turned and walked in the opposite direction, her mind already moving on to something else.

Aegon was just a pest. A nuisance. A stray animal that had wandered into her path.

Whether he lived or died, it didn’t matter.

It never mattered.

Y/n sat in her chamber, the evening sunlight streaming in through the large arched windows, illuminating her collection of jewelry spread out across her vanity. Rings, necklaces, and bracelets, all glittering in gold and adorned with rubies and emeralds, caught her eye as she lazily picked one up after another, holding them against her neck to see how they looked. She glanced at her reflection, tilting her head slightly, her pale hair cascading over her shoulders. Perfect as always, she thought, fastening a necklace with a smirk.

Her peaceful vanity session was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps outside her chamber, followed by a sharp knock on the door. She sighed. What now?

“Princess,” a servant called from the other side. “The king has summoned you.”

Her smirk faded, replaced by a slight scowl. This better be good.

When Y/n entered the room, the tension was palpable. Alicent stood to the side, her face streaked with tears. Otto loomed next to her, his expression dark and accusing. Rhaenyra was there too, standing stiffly, her eyes flicking between their father and Alicent. Maids huddled in the background, visibly uncomfortable, whispering among themselves. Her father, Viserys, was pacing, his face red with anger. Ah it's about that thing isn't it?

The second he saw her, his finger shot out, trembling with rage. “Y/n!” he barked. “Did you push your brother down the stairs?!”

Y/n blinked, her expression one of calculated confusion. “What?” she said, her voice calm but laced with just enough disbelief. “What are you talking about?”

Viserys stepped closer, his hand clenching into a fist. “Don’t play games with me, girl! Aegon was found at the bottom of the stairs, and you were seen leaving the scene! Did you do it?!”

For a moment, Y/n simply stared at him, her face blank, before she let out a soft, incredulous laugh. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” she said smoothly. “I didn’t even know Aegon fell.”

Before Viserys could respond, Alicent burst into tears, her voice shrill and filled with accusation. “You did it! I know you did! You just want to see me suffer! You hate me, and that’s why you hurt my son!”

Y/n slowly turned her head toward Alicent, her expression shifting to one of pure disdain. She raised a brow, letting the silence hang for a moment before speaking, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “First,” she began, “I had completely forgotten your son even existed until now. So, congratulations, I suppose, for reminding me of his presence.” She folded her arms, her lip curling slightly. “And second, do you think you’re so important that I would go out of my way to hurt a child just to make you suffer? Who do you think I am?”

“Enough!” Viserys roared, his voice echoing through the chamber. He glared at Y/n, his patience clearly wearing thin. “Just answer the question! Did you push Aegon or not?”

Y/n sighed dramatically, her gaze flicking to Rhaenyra. “Why would I do that?” she said, her tone exasperated. “If anything, Rhaenyra has far more reason to harm him than I do. After all, he’s a danger to her claim to the throne.”

Rhaenyra’s head snapped up, her expression furious. “How dare you—”

“Enough!” Otto interrupted, stepping forward. “The maids saw you, princess. They’ve spoken. They said they saw you push him.”

They wouldn't dare.

Y/n's eyes narrowed slightly, but her face betrayed no fear. Instead, she turned her head slowly toward the maids, her gaze icy. “Is that so?” she said, her voice low and dangerous. “Well, it’s not good to lie. So go on. Tell everyone exactly what you saw.” Her lips curved into a small, taunting smile. “After all, I have nothing to hide.”

The maid who had spoken out visibly paled, her hands trembling as she clutched the hem of her apron. “I-I…” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I saw n-nothing… I saw… nothing.”

Y/n’s smirk widened as she turned back to Alicent, her expression one of triumph. Alicent’s mouth opened as if to argue, but no words came out. Instead, she stood there, shaking with anger, her tears falling faster.

“Well,” Y/n said, turning her attention back to Viserys. “It seems I’ve been falsely accused. Again.” She tilted her head, her voice softening as she spoke to her father.

Viserys pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly trying to maintain his composure. “Y/n…” he began, but she cut him off, her tone turning earnest.

“Father,” she said, her voice softening just enough to sound genuine, “I may not like his mother, but Aegon is my brother. My blood. A Targaryen. I would never do anything to harm our house or you. Surely you know that.”

Viserys stared at her for a long moment, his anger slowly fading into something more weary. He rubbed a hand over his face, letting out a deep sigh. “Go,” he said finally, waving her off. “Just… go.”

Y/n inclined her head, a polite yet triumphant gesture, and turned to leave. As she walked away, the faintest hint of a smile played on her lips.

She can hardly believe what she's hearing. Marriage? Her father, has finally gathered enough balls to declare that she, the most stunning creature in all the Seven Kingdoms, the one every man pines for, is to marry? And to whom, of all people? Jason Lannister. That smug, rotund swine who fancies himself fit to marry a dragon. He’s nothing more than a pig draped in Lannister red, prancing around as if his golden hair and his family's wealth could mask the stench of his arrogance.

Her lips curl with disgust as she eyes Jason standing beside her father, his bloated face gleaming with that ridiculous self-satisfied grin. Jason Lannister? Really? Her mind races. Does father think so lowly of me?

No, this cannot be. She will not be shackled to some pompous, fat fool with no fire in his veins, who has neither her wit nor her beauty. A thousand thoughts swarm her mind like angry hornets. She's a Targaryen—she deserves a dragon, a man with strength and fire, not some Lannister sheep dressed in silk. And, gods be damned, she should have a say in this. Am I not his daughter? Does he think me some meek lamb ready to be led to slaughter?

“I at least deserve a choice,” she spits out, her voice sharp as Valyrian steel, her violet eyes flashing as she meets her father's gaze. “I will not be sold off like some common whore to the highest bidder, to that... thing.” Her voice drips with contempt as she gestures toward Jason, whose smugness falters for a moment.

Viserys sighs, rubbing his temples, clearly exasperated by her defiance. She has rejected every man he's thrown her way, each one sent packing with his tail between his legs. None of them were worthy, none of them could hold her interest for longer than a passing glance.

“It’s time for you to marry,” Viserys says, his tone dangerously low, trying to assert his failing authority. “You’ve already rejected enough suitors. You cannot delay this any longer.”

She laughs, a sharp, mocking sound that fills the room. “And why him? Are there not better men out there, father? Men with some beauty? Perhaps Ser Criston Cole.” she said smirking as her eyes flicking to the knight who stands at the door, his eyes were avoiding her “I would gladly marry him.”

“He’s a knight!” Viesrys snapped, his voice tight with disbelief. “He has vows. He cannot marry you!”

She rolled her eyes, the barely suppressed anger on her tongue, tasting sharp and venomous. “So? That’s not my fault. I don’t care about his vows!” She said it with a defiant sneer, feeling some sort of satisfaction as his shock deepened, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Good.

“Y/n—” Viserys begins, but she cuts him off, her words coming in a flood. “I’m to marry, fine! But to this creature?” Her voice rises with each word. “I deserve a man who looks like a god, who can make my blood run hot—”

“Enough!” Viserys roars, his face red with fury. She pauses, her mouth half-open, momentarily stunned into silence. He breathes heavily, trying to regain control. “You want a choice?” he hisses, and for a fleeting moment, hope blooms in her chest.

“Then choose. Jason Lannister… or your brother Aegon.” His next words strike her like a knife.

What? For a moment, she cannot process it. Did he just say...? Her brother, Aegon? Her mind stutters to a halt. The room seems to grow cold, the air thickening. She stands there, staring at her father, trying to comprehend the madness he just uttered.

Did she hear that right? Her brother Aegon? The boy who’s barely old enough to walk, let alone… marry? For a moment, she’s stunned into silence, the rare taste of shock on her tongue. It’s almost laughable, really. As if those are her only options? As if her father thinks she would actually choose between a lecherous pig and a babe still sucking on his wet nurse's tits?

The room seems to close in, the walls pressing tight around her. She watches Viserys and Jason turn to each other, discussing plans as if she’s no longer even present. As if she’s already chosen Jason. The bastard thinks he has her cornered, that her vanity will force her to choose the Lannister rather than bind herself to a boy not even out of his childhood.

“She’s strong-willed,” Viserys mutters, not bothering to lower his voice. “But with time, she’ll come to appreciate the stability you can offer her.”

Jason snorts, and she wants to claw his eyes out for daring to speak of her as though she’s a horse to be broken. “Oh, I’m sure she’ll learn her place soon enough,” he says, his voice dripping with smug confidence. “A Lannister knows how to handle a fiery wife.”

The audacity. She can barely restrain herself from lunging at him, tearing that pompous grin off his face. But no, she won’t give them the satisfaction of seeing her rage. Instead, she lets it simmer inside, her mind racing.

But then it hits her—this is perfect. The corners of her lips twitch into a sly smile.

“Fine,” she says, her voice cutting through their conversation like a knife through flesh. Both men turn to her, blinking as if they’ve forgotten she’s there. She stands tall, her chin lifted, the ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. “I will marry Aegon.”

The look on Viserys’ face is priceless. His expression falls as if she’s slapped him. “What did you just say?” he asks, his voice low, incredulous.

“I said I will marry my brother Aegon,” she repeats, her tone mocking, triumphant. “Are you deaf, father?” She enjoys the way his face crumples, the way Jason's smug smile evaporates into a confused grimace. They did not expect this. They thought her pride, her vanity, would force her to pick Jason.

Did you really think you could corner me, father? she thinks, her eyes gleaming with triumph. You should know better by now.

Jason's face turns red with fury, the realization sinking in that he’s lost his prize. He looks like he’s about to argue, but she cuts him off with a sweet, sickly smile. “It seems you won’t be wedding me, after all, Jason. I suppose you’ll have to settle for some lesser creature.”

And with that, she turns on her heel and sweeps out of the room, leaving her father and that Lannister pig scrambling to piece together what just happened.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 4.

@ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴꜰʏʀᴇ 2024. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʙꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ

[ellecdc]

hi! so i was wondering if i could make a request of poly!jegulus x reader fic where the reader goes out to maybe a bachelorette party or smth and gets drunk and james and regulus takes care of her afterwards? if not then no worries! hope you have an amazing day!

thanks so much darling! I love our little Jegulus fics <3

please note: my requests are currently closed as I finish exams and work through the requests that I currently have.

poly!Jegulus x fem!reader who they pick up from a bachelorette

Regulus tried to ignore the strobe lights and the booming bass that currently accosted his senses as he pushed through the masses of sweaty bodies and drunk people “dancing” in his mission to find you.

Fortunately he needn’t search long.

Unfortunately, his and James’ appearance elicited blood curdling squealing from the bachelorette party you were currently attending.

The bride (Alice) and maid of honour (Lily) started wolf whistling at the two boys and Regulus was certain it was Marlene who started the chant “take it off!”

Much to Regulus’ chagrin and to everyone else's joy, James actually started lifting his shirt before Regulus pinched him harshly in the side.

“James Fleamont Potter, you keep your sodding clothes on!” Regulus hissed before his eyes finally landed on you.

He ignored what sounded like a petulant “I was only giving the ladies what they wanted” from James as he crouched in front of you.

Regulus tried (and failed) to control his love sick smile as your foggy gaze cleared when you realised who was suddenly situated in front of you.

“Regulus!” You cheered, your mouth hanging open in a permanent smile as if you couldn’t possibly believe he was truly here.

“And James!” James added as he sat beside you on the pleather settee and roughly pulled you into his side. 

“What are you guys doing here?” You slurred slightly as you looked lovingly between your two boyfriends. 

Regulus felt his eyebrows pinch, but James - ever the master of nonchalance - simply pressed a kiss to your hair. “You asked us to come for you, angel.” He explained plainly.

Your eyebrows pinched to match Regulus’ as you let out a quiet “oh.” 

“Well, that was ver-very smart of me.” You declared through a hiccup. 

“Yeah? Why’s that?” James asked as he rubbed your arm and Regulus confirmed that all of your belongings were safely stored within your purse.

“I was just thinking how much I, how much I would like to be home with my boys now.” You admitted in a sigh, letting your head - which seemed to weigh far too much for your neck - fall onto James’ all-too-willing shoulder.

“Awe, you’re such a sweetheart, aren’t you?” James murmured, earning him a snort from Dorcas. 

“Right, you’ve got yourself a real sweetheart there Potter - which one of you taught her how to play poker?” Dorcas sneered, causing James to bark a laugh, you to hide shyly into his shoulder, and Regulus to grin proudly.

“Did you take them for all they’re worth, amour?” He whispered as he encouraged your face from its sanctuary in James with a gentle hand on your chin.

“Of course she did.” James answered for you, blowing a cheeky raspberry over your head at your friends. “She’s an all-star.”

Dorcas laughed good naturedly as Lily rolled her eyes fondly. “That may be; but she’s officially banned from playing with us.”

“Fair enough.” Regulus admitted as he smiled at your petulant pout and helped you stand like a baby fawn in your heels. 

“How’s everyone else getting home?” James asked the other girls as he supported you with a gentle arm around your waist.

Dorcas, Marlene, and Pandora were getting a ride from Barty and Evan, and Lily, Mary, and Alice were getting picked up by Frank.

After far too many hugs and cheek kisses and what looked like the beginning of tears on Pandora’s part as Regulus finally pried you away from the group, you clumsily made your way into the back of Regulus’ waiting car with James. 

“Did you have fun tonight, sweets?” James asked as he ensured your buckle was properly clasped. 

“Oh, yes.” You declared breathlessly; as if being chaperoned to the car, basically lifted in and buckled up was exhausting work. 

The streets were quiet at this time of night and Regulus enjoyed the comfortable silence that came over the three of you as he stole sneaky glances over his shoulder, sharing soft smiles with James at having their girl back.

“What time is it?” You asked urgently; your tone and words suddenly sounding half-sober as you interrupted the serenity of the car.

“It’s almost three, amour.” Regulus answered, peaking in the rearview mirror to see you staring straight ahead and James looking at the side of your face concernedly as Regulus navigated the quiet, lamp lit streets. 

“In the morning!?” You shrilled, causing James to snort a laugh and rub at your hairline with his thumb as he rested his hand at the nape of your neck. 

“Yes, baby. In the morning; that’s usually when the party’s over, yeah?”

“Did I wake you guys up?” You asked far too shyly for Regulus’ liking.

“Of course not, amour.” Regulus responded quickly, which was followed up with a “we stayed up waiting for you” from James.

Regulus heard a disbelieving breath escape your lips, the sound of James pressing a kiss to your hair, and then nothing but the sound of the tires on the road beneath you for a few moments.

Suddenly, disturbingly, upsettingly; he heard a sniffle.

Regulus immediately took his foot off the gas as he looked at you through the mirror to find your face pointed down in your lap and James leaning forward in an attempt to see your face.

“What’s the matter, angel?”

“Do you feel okay?” Regulus asked quickly, worrying you may be sick.

“I feel fine.” You cried quietly; Regulus could just make out what looked like the fall of a fat tear from your eyes where your head was lowered.

“What are the tears for, sweetheart?” James asked again, trying to encourage you to face him which you stubbornly refused.

“Why is she crying, Jamie?” Regulus asked desperately.

He pretended he didn’t see James shoot him an unimpressed look in the rearview mirror.

“Amour?” He whispered which elicited a quiet sob from you.

Regulus - only slightly unsafely - hastily pulled onto a side street and parked the car before he moved out of his seat, opened your door and crouched beside you.

“Amour, please darling. What’s wrong?”

“Do you feel sick?” James asked, still rubbing affectionately at the nape of your neck. You quickly shook your head no.

Regulus was at least a little relieved you weren’t about to sick up on him.

“Why are you crying, mon cheri?” He whispered, moving a lock of your hair behind your ear and tracing his thumb across your cheekbone.

“You guys are so lovely.” You admitted miserably.

“Angel.” James cooed as he roughly rubbed between your shoulders as if trying to ‘shake you out of it’. “You’re crying because your boyfriends are lovely?”

“Yes.” You sobbed and hid your face in your hands.

“Okay, that’s it.” Regulus demanded as he stood and closed your door gently before walking around the car and opening up James’.

“You’re fired. Get out.” He barked simply.

James let out a disbelieving laugh and looked at Regulus strangely. 

“I beg your pardon?”

“You have our sweet girl sobbing back here.” He explained (overdramatically) as he flung a hand in your direction. “So, you’re fired; you have to drive now.”

James couldn’t help the fond grin that took over his face (the kind Regulus loved the most; the kind that resulted in two dimples instead of just the usual one) as he shook his head in exasperation and acquiesced to his new role as chauffeur. 

“Okay amour, that’s enough now, yeah? You had a good night? Lot’s of fun with the girls? And two boys who love you a lot?” Regulus cooed as he took James’ recently vacated seat.

“I know!” You cried and flung your hands into your lap. “I’m so lucky!”

Regulus made an embarrassingly gooey ‘tsking’ sound as James laughed.

“Thank you, but we’re the lucky ones, angel.”

This just caused you to cry harder.

Regulus could have killed James right then and there if he didn’t look so sodding good behind the wheel of his car.

He’d deal with him later, though; for now, he had a sweet drunk lovie to snuggle.

[fireflyinks]

good boy ⭒

reader x peeta mellark smut

a/n : i’m actually screaming this was so fun to write, pls repost if ya like it!! 💗

contains : sub peeta mellark, soft dom reader, praise kink, multiple rounds, peeta and the reader own a bakery, pinv, talk of having kids, no protection, riding

MATURE 18+

Peeta Mellark was a hard worker. Partly because that’s just who he was as an individual, but mainly because of his upbringing. The need to impress ran through his body as if it were his own blood. He craved praise, feened off of it as if it were a sweet, sweet nectar.

This notion was very present in his every day life. When he’d accidently burn a loaf or spill a bag of flour, his face would turn a rosey pink shade out of shame and he’s scramble to fix his mistake. His puppy dog eyes would shoot over to me, as if to scream “I’m sorry! I’m so very sorry! Please don’t hurt me!”, only to be met with a peck on the cheek and a whisper of “It’s okay, you’re fine”. His eyes would soften, and his hands would become less clammy, brow less furrowed, and cheeks even rosier.

If I dared to give him a slight compliment in the morning, the blonde’s head would be in the clouds for the rest of the day, almost in a trance from the mere thought of his special girl thinking he was admirable.

At first, I thought this whole ordeal was sort of sad, I mean depressing even. Peeta was just so love starved.

But then I learned how to use it to my advantage.

There he was, on top of me, trying his very best to impress me. His cock pistoned in and out vigorously, each one of my moans encouraging him. My back arched off of the sheets as I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to get him deeper.

He understood this rather quickly, trading speed for force and plunging himself directly into my core.

“Good boy.” I moaned out, almost automatically. His pace faltered for a moment, starstruck.

“Say that again.” He whimpered.

“Say what baby?” I questioned, confused as to why he’d stopped.

“Uh, please can you um call me a good boy again?” He mumbled. Something in his eyes had shifted, he looked almost helpless.

“Well…” I decided to tease him, rile him up more. “I can only do that if you act like one, so if you fuck me real good, yeah, you can be my good boy.”

Peeta nodded, beginning to thrust into me once again, determined to be a good boy.

“That’s it, there’s a good boy.” I cooed, gazing up at him with major ‘fuck me’ eyes.

His jaw slacked and he moaned deeply. “You’re so- fuck, you’re so hot.”

I giggled at the love drunk expression on his face. “Thank you, my handsome boy.”

I felt his cock twitch inside of me. God, praise really did have an effect on him.

“I- oh baby I’m gonna come.”

I moaned as he fucked me deeply, hitting my g-spot with each thrust.

“Go ahead, come inside of me like a good boy.”

His eyes rolled back into his head as he came with his new found permission. He pulled out immediately, connecting our lips before lying down beside me.

“That was- fuck, amazing.” He sighed, looking up at the ceiling.

There was silence for a few moments before he realized.

He sprung into apology immediately.

“Holy shit baby, you didn’t come, did you? I’m so sorry love, I’ll do whatever you want, eat you out, fuck you again, whatever you want. I’m so stupid, I don’t know how I-“

I pressed my lips to his to shut him up as I climbed on top of him.

“No baby, you don’t have to ride me, I’m the one who messed up. Let me-“

“Peeta, I want you to be a good boy and listen to me.”

I angled his wet cock upward before sinking down onto it. I began working my hips.

“You are not stupid, you are so smart.” I bounced on him as I spoke, “you’re so good to me, everybody makes mistakes and that’s ok. You have gotten me off a million times before. You’re such a good fucking boy.”

He began to look away as blush creeped into his face. I grabbed his chin and forced him to look me in my eyes.

“You’re so handsome baby, ah fuck- you’re such a hard worker, and you’ll make an amazing father one day.”

My legs began to shake as I released on his lap, my cum flowing down his cock. I continued to ride him throughout my high.

“Now say it to me.” I ordered.

“You’re so beauti-“

I shook my head, “No, tell me about how much of a good boy you are.”

His face contorted, clearly too shy to say such things.

I touched his face lightly, “Peeta, good boys do what they’re told. Be a good boy.”

He nodded, “Um- I’m a good boy.” He whimpered, unsure of himself.

“I don’t believe you. Say it like you mean it.”

He cleared his throat, looking into my eyes. “I’m a good boy. I made a mistake and that’s ok. I’m so handsome and will make a really good father. Fuck- I’m gonna come.”

He released inside of me, painting my spongy walls white. His voice filled the room with pornographic noises. After letting him catch his breath, I crawled off of him. Peeta walked into the bathroom for a moment and came back with a damp rag and a smile on his face.

He began to slowly clean me up. I looked in between my thighs and laughed at the amount of semen that had collected.

“Jeez, if we don’t start being more careful, you might be an amazing father sooner than we’d imagined.”

He chuckled, pressing his lips onto mine. “I’d be ok with that.”

[yuwuta]

mine. — inumaki toge

❝i just wanna say you’re mine, you’re mine; fuck what you heard, you’re mine, you’re mine.

000. inumaki toge + reader

001. fluff, non-curse/college au, slightly suggestive but barely, inumaki uses sign language and speaks like two actual verbal words

002. baby sized drabble, barely even 1k words

Toge would consider himself patient. He doesn’t mind waiting in long lines for the release of a new game, has no problem when the trains are delayed because it means he can sit and relax in the station a little longer, can sit for hours on end doing nothing and not be bored—but his tolerance for watching other people mess with his girlfriend is extremely low.

He reasons that you continue the conversation because you think it’s merely friend and polite to do so, and you’ve always been such a pleasantly happy drunk. But Toge knows this conversation isn’t friendly on the other end—and it’s not some protective boyfriend instinct, either, he has solid evidence of this idiot talking about you to his other idiot friend in front of Toge during lecture, with no knowledge that he was behind them, or that you are very not single.

(“She’s gorgeous, bro, look,” the kid muses, showing his friend your Instagram profile, “She’s in my bioethics class, and she’s easily the hottest girl. Smart, too. Little bit of a teacher’s pet, but I don’t care, she’s beautiful. A solid eight, for sure.”)

Toge knows that if this guy ever got his head out of his ass and ever bucked up the balls to actually ask you out instead of using roundabout flirting tactics and hopelessly pining over you during lectures, that you’d turn him down. He isn’t worried about losing you, and he doesn’t doubt your love for him. It does, however, concern him that there are people who believe they have a shot with you in the first place. He can’t possibly let that carry on. 

(Also, an eight? How could this guy call you beautiful, but say you’re an eight? It doesn’t equate—Toge doesn’t believe in rating women, but you’re not an eight. You’re a fifteen on a scale of one to ten; a shining star amongst a sea of planets; the love of his life). 

His fuse is about to blow when the guy touches you, reaches for your hair and carefully twirls a bit between his fingers. He knows that move; he knows the excuse was probably that there was something stuck to your hair, but Toge didn’t see shit. He’s had enough, and promptly bulldozes through Maki’s small apartment to reach you. He’s not sure if he’s making a ruckus, or if you can sense him coming, but you turn your head in his direction, a smile spreading on your face before cheering, “Hey, Toge! Do you—”

You’re cut off by a tug on your shirt, firm and impatient—but you’re not moving yet, not quick enough, so he does it again. Your eyes seem to light up with realization. You turn back to acknowledge the boy, and that’s really when Toge really loses it. All he hears is the stupid, desperate pitch of the kid’s voice sputtering out something about finding you later and grabbing drinks for you both, even as Toge’s dragging you through the crowd.

You let yourself be pulled by Toge’s greedy hand. It’s not all that far, just into a corner of the hallway, next to a closet where Maki keeps her cleaning and kickboxing supplies. He’s tempted to pull you into her bedroom, but he’s not up for being bruised for a week. 

“You okay?” you question, voice sweet and genuine—and it makes him grimace, because you really didn’t have a clue. Not one at all. 

Toge huffs, drops your hand to sign; using his left hand to circle around his face slowly, tapping at his chin. You understand, but only partially, given the slight tilt of your head and question that follows, “Beautiful? That’s why you’re upset?” 

He blinks slowly, shaking his head and flailing his arms in the direction of the living room. You follow his hands, down the hall then back to his face, but he can tell you still don’t get it. He tries again, pointing to you, then repeating his previous sign and adding another, and he can see the realization spread across your face, followed shortly by a bashful chuckle. 

“Too pretty? Me?” you ask to confirm. Toge nods his head, all serious and steely eyes, but you throw yours back with a hearty laugh this time. He crinkles his eyebrows, repeating his initial signs this time. Hdoesn’t know what’s so funny, if you’re laughing because you’re flattered or you find him ridiculous or something in between, but Toge means it either way; wants to ingrain it into you, just how beautiful you are.

So, he raises his hands again, when your eyes have met him again, and goes slower this time—pulls his mask down for good measure, so you can read his expression more clearly—to sign one simple word: “Mine.”

You tilt your head to the side again, and now Toge is the one laughing. He thinks you might be a little more drunk than you’ve let on, or maybe you just want him to indulge you. Either way, he has no problem repeating himself, doesn’t mind telling you again and again and again. 

He takes a step forward, leaving mere inches between you. You seem much smaller than him like this, still giggling, but he doesn’t mind. Toge reaches for your rest again, turning your palm upward and using a single finger to trace the letters of the word “mine,” onto your skin.

Your laughter comes to a halt when you verbalize his words, “Mine?” Toge nods, turning your wrist again to lace your hands together, pushes yours against the wall, uses his free one to cradle your cheek. He adores the way your pupils get bigger, the way your lips part slightly in anticipation. It’s his turn to smile, pulling you towards him for a kiss and ghosting his words over your lips, “You’re mine.”

[dustpages]

From Osaka with LOVE

This is a tribute to my ultimate bias for her birthday.

Sana POV

"Not again!" I exclaimed as my little boy splashed water on the light blue dress I had put on to spend time with my friends, which I often did on Friday nights, before dashing away into the living room of my Osaka flat. 

" What a brat." I mumbled in between myself chasing him. 

He was a ten-year-old boy, but he was so smart for his age. He was also very timid with other people, but not me. 

I adopted him from the local orphanage when he was six. I decided to have a child because I always wanted one, no matter the opinions of my friends and family. 

When I finally caught him I pinned him on the sofa, he was naked dripping wet from the bath I gave him before dressing up myself. 

 " You are going to regret this.” I warned him, tickling his belly with my fingers. He burst out laughing, his whole body moving up and down. 

His blue eyes were staring at me like he was challenging me to do my best, he was wearing a mischievous smile.

His black hair was wet and messy, sticking all over his face. 

" No, no, no." he cried in between laughs. 

I tickled him more, harder than before, he laughed so hard that his tears came out, I stopped just to let him breathe.

" Sorry, I just wanted to make you stay here with me tonight." he affirmed, his voice full of emotion, like he was about to cry. 

I have always had a soft spot for children, so much so that I became a kindergarten teacher as soon as I graduated. The pay wasn't much but my heart was full of love and joy when I taught those kids. 

And now I had my kid, in my early 20s who was a totally different beast from the others I met at work. He could enthusiastically speak with me about the history of the unification of Japan like he was there in one moment, and the second later acting like a brat that needed a lesson from his mother. 

" Don't worry my baby boy, I'll stay with you tonight, just don't make me run like crazy around the flat next time." I told him, I stroked his wet hair trying to smooth it. 

He nodded and raised his arms to be carried by me. I couldn't resist his cuteness, so I complied, lifting him from the sofa. 

His head went naturally on the crook of my neck. He wrapped his arms around my head, squeezing me a bit too hard. 

We went to his room to get him into his pyjamas. " Mum can I sleep in the bed with you?" his request was a no-brainer for me so I carried him to my room. 

I laid him on the bed and covered him with the duvet, without thinking twice I removed my dress and walked to the bed with just my underwear and bra.

My baby stared at me the all time, I could tell he was enjoying the view. 

" Mum, you have the body of an angel." he affirmed. 

" Complimenting a woman will get you far in life." I told him as I lay down beside him. 

His head was resting on my shoulder, his eyes staring at my boobs. 

Unexpectedly he leaned on the closest nipple to him and gave it a soft kiss first and a gentle lick after through the fabric of my bra. 

" Let me unclasp it." I stopped him, reaching behind my back to undo it. As soon as my breasts were freed, my son repeated his action. This time he put more effort into the kiss sending a jolt of pleasure all over my body. 

His small hand grabbed my boob, holding it up for his lips to be kissed and licked by him. 

" You are doing so good." I whispered in his ear. 

He kept kissing and sucking my breasts while I stroked his black hair, giving him a boost of confidence and courage. 

I pulled him over my body his face was close to mine, his sweet scent invading my nostrils. He leaned closer until our lips touched. 

I took control of the kiss, gently caressing his lips with mine, pushing them apart with my tongue, I tasted his mouth with a quick but deep French kiss.

His smart ass understood rapidly to make use of his tongue, stroking mine, following my lead. I could feel the excitement in his body, I broke the kiss and licked the line of his neck with the tip of my tongue. My arms were wrapped around him, holding him close to me.

He aroused me in a way I didn't expect. " Baby, keep sucking my tits like a good boy." I instructed him and with my left hand reached my clit.

The combination of our actions made me moan and squirm under his body. My climax was building up quickly.

When he bit my nipple a little too harshly than before, it became the last drop for me to orgasm. 

As I came he licked my tit more passionately, making me squirt in my underwear, all over my crotch.

When I finished shuddering, he looked up at me and pecked my lips. " I don't know what happened but I can tell I made you happy, Sana." his voice was somehow proud.

" Yes, indeed baby." I confirmed his assumption. He rested his head on my chest, I held him tight as we fell asleep under the duvet. 

I woke up with my sweet baby sucking on my nipple, the one he neglected the most the night before like it was his dummy.

As soon as he felt me moving he stopped and greeted me good morning. " You got addicted to my tits, didn't you?" I questioned, his response was affirmative as he got back sucking my tit with eagerness. 

My baby had his morning wood, and the tip of his penis was poking me through his pyjamas. I invaded his underwear wrapping my fingers around his dick. 

I stroked him slowly up and down, he gasped in surprise and pleasure at the same time. His moans were cute, his hands were covering my breasts, squeezing them while he sucked on my nipple.

I could feel him growing bigger in my grip, his skin was smooth and hot like his body.

" Mum something is building up in my lower body." he panicked. His blue eyes looked at me for reassurance, with my other hand I cupped his face and kissed him slowly trying to making him feel safe.

I didn't stop stroking him, he closed his eyes, and his hips moved up and down matching my rhythm. 

Suddenly he arched his back and squirted in my hand, all over the linen.

He collapsed on me, his face buried on my shoulder. " Mum, it felt good." his words were muffled against my skin. I lifted his chin so I could look at his face.

" You will get to feel better in the future." I reassured him with a peck on his lips. He smiled at me and kissed me back. 

The next Monday, after I sent my son to school, I went to work as usual. 

" Hi, Ms. Yamanote, how can I help you?" I greeted her when I found her waiting for me in front of my classroom at the end of the day. She was one of the colleagues who helped me during my first period as a kindergarten teacher. I owed her a lot. 

She smiled at me. " Sana, I need a favour and I've no clue who I could trust but you for this." I could tell that she was nervous about asking me something.

" Of course, what is it?" I asked her curious about her request. 

She looked around, making sure no one was nearby.  " Can you help my son Saito lose his virginity, please?" she begged me. 

I was taken aback by her request but I remained calm on the surface. 

" How old is he?" I asked her back, trying to understand the situation better. 

" He is 18 years old." she replied, her face flushed as she was embarrassed.

" Have you not consider to make him visit a hostess club or something like that?" I questioned not understanding why I was asked to do such a thing.

" He is too shy, he would never go alone to one of those place." she explained, her voice almost inaudible.

" Ms. Yamamote I am flattered but I don't think I am the right person for the job." I refused her.

" Please Sana, consider it at least. I am willing to pay a lot of money to the woman who will be able to deflower my son." she almost begged me, her voice was full of desperation. 

I left the school with her proposal still in my head. 

The next day I found Ms. Yamamote in the same place she waited for me the day before.

" Hello Ms. Yamamote, what are you doing here?" I asked her, my curiosity about her presence was too big. 

" I was hoping to see you." she answered me back, her face was nervous.

" So I see." I commented. " Well I am here so what do you want?"

" I want to ask you again if you will consider helping my son." she repeated her request from the day before. 

I thought about her proposal for a few seconds. " I am considering it but I will do just if the payment is worth the effort." I informed her. 

She nodded she expected that I would want compensation for the job. 

" I will give you 500.000 yen." she told me, her face showing the hope that her offer was good enough. 

Her offer was quite good, it was more than a month of my salary as a kindergarten teacher but I knew that I could get more out of her. 

" It is not enough." I flatly refused her offer. 

She looked at me like she was disappointed but not ready to give up. " How much do you want then?" she asked me. 

" I want one million yen cash beforehand and I want to do it in my place." 

Reluctantly she nodded and we agreed to let the event happen the next Friday night.

At school, on Friday morning she handed me the envelope with the money I asked for, and we didn't talk about it for the rest of the day.

I had the idea to let my son watch us, I've already explained to him that I had agreed to help the son of a colleague with something he could learn from. 

" Baby, remember that I love only you." I asserted stroking his hair while we were sitting on the sofa, waiting for Saito to arrive. 

For the occasion, I decided to spice up my outfit, wearing a sleeveless blueish mini-dress with a deep cleavage.  My legs were in full display, and my baby was ogling my thighs. 

" Can I touch them?" he asked me, his fingers already in the hem of my dress. 

" Of course you can." I agreed as I spread my legs apart so he could get access to my crotch. 

He pushed my dress up and started kissing my thighs, his soft lips were sending shivers down my spine. He reached my underwear and he was trying to pull it down, but the sound of the doorbell interrupted him. 

" Hold on, baby, our guest is here." I stood up and walked to the door. I opened it and I saw a young man, tall and well-built. His face was plain, for my liking he was nothing special,  I would not have looked twice at him if I had met him in the street. 

" Hello, you must be Saito." I greeted him with a smile. " Come in."

He followed me to the living room, where my son was still sitting on the sofa. His eyes were fixed on him from the moment entered the house.

Saito seemed timid, as his mother described him, but his eyes scanned me up and down.

" Hi." I heard my son's greeting from behind me, his voice sounded cold, like he didn't appreciate the presence of another male in the house. 

" Saito this is my son, he is going to watch us." I introduced them, I sat down on the sofa between them, my baby grabbed my waist with his arm and pulled me close to him. Saito looked at us with surprise.

" Do you mind if he does?" I asked him. 

"It's your house so do what you want." he shrugged, his tone was not nice at all. 

I leaned back and relaxed on my son's lap, he nuzzled my neck with his nose. My son's arms were wrapped around me, his hands playing with my breasts. 

" Are you ready to lose your virginity?" I asked Saito, looking at him straight in the eyes. 

"Yeah." he affirmed, his tone sounding sure this time. 

I stood up and beckoned him to follow me to my bedroom. " Come on, let's see if you have what it takes." I teased him. He walked behind me with a smirk on his face. He entered my room with the confidence that he was missing before, my baby followed us and laid down on my bed.

I stood in front of Saito and kissed him. His lips were not soft like my baby's but not rough either. 

He grabbed my waist with his hands and pulled me closer to him, his tongue invaded my mouth and stroked mine like he was trying to make a point.

I could feel my son's eyes on me as I kissed Saito. He broke the kiss first and started unbuttoning his shirt.

He seemed to be proud of his body and rightly so, he was tall, muscular and well-defined, but something was missing. He wasn't handsome by a long shot.

" Saito, show us your dick." I requested. I had sat on the edge of the bed with my little boy, who was roaming his hands on my naked shoulders. 

Saito hesitate for a second, like he was shy and then he pulled out his dick from his underwear. 

A poignant silence filled the room, his dick was tiny and limp like my son's when he was a toddler.

" What are we going to do with that?" my son asked me with a whimsical tone. I turned to look at him. 

" Don't be a brat ." I chastised him. I got up and kneeled in front of Saito. 

His dick was still not hard, I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it softly. He was breathing heavily and his face looked more battered than before.

I licked his tip and he groaned, his hips moved forward pushing himself deeper in my mouth. 

I sucked his cock easily given his small dimensions, I did my job getting him hard.

" Go on the bed, and stroke your cock waiting for me." I explained to him. 

I was not aroused by any means, my little boy sensed my disappointment and came to my rescue. He stood up and came in front of me, he used his tongue to paint my cleavage with soft strokes.

I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him up to kiss him deeply. 

With my other hand, I rubbed my clit through my underwear, my moans were swallowed by my baby's mouth.

" Mum." he murmured in my mouth. " Can I undress you?"

I turned around in front of him showing the zip that was running on the back of the dress.  He zipped me down and slid my dress off me.

I stepped out of it, remaining with just my black panties. His hands cupped my freed breasts, massaging them and pinching my nipples. 

His lips kissed my shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses up to my earlobe, which he nibbled. I moaned and turned to kiss him. Our tongues intertwined in a wet French kiss.

" Baby, you made me wet." I mumbled in his mouth, breaking the kiss. His response was a smirk and a hard bite on my neck, his fingers dipped inside my underwear rubbing my slit.

I felt his fingers exploring my pussy, I was already soaking wet for him. " Yes, yes." I encouraged him, arching my back and pushing my breasts in his face. 

His lips closed around my nipple, sucking it harder than before, sending shivers all over my body.

My baby's fingers kept rubbing me, moving in a circle on my clit. My legs trembled, while my orgasm was approaching. 

I grabbed his face with my hands and kissed him, my tongue invading his mouth. My moans were muffled in our kiss, his hand moved faster.

" Oh god." I cried out as my climax washed me over, my body shuddered thankfully my son held me tight. 

I opened my eyes and Saito was staring at us with envy, his dick was hard in his hand. 

" Now you will fuck me." I ordered him and walked to the bed. 

My son trailed behind me and using the tip of his fingers pulled down my panties, I kicked them off me. 

Saito was on the bed waiting for me, his cock was hard, looking ready to go. I crawled on the bed and kneeled between his legs; I licked his cock from the base to the tip, and he moaned at the sensation. 

" Baby can you please pick a condom?" I pointed to the drawer of my nightstand. 

My little boy handed me a condom, I rolled it on Saito's dick and sat up to straddle him. 

 I lowered myself slowly on his cock, my pussy stretched around him engulfing all his shaft as I seated on him, making him groan.

His length wasn't the most enjoyable, yet I had to work with what I had under me. I began to ride him slowly, moving my hips in circles. His eyes were closed as he enjoyed the sensations I was giving him. 

After a few minutes, I picked up the pace, planting my hands on his shoulders to hold myself while I fucked him, bouncing on his dick. 

" Yes, Saito, you are almost there." I encouraged him. I was doing all the job, he didn't take the initiative once. 

He was unexperienced, still a virgin after all. I kept riding him hard, slamming his cock inside me until he groaned loudly and his hips spasmed under me.

In a matter of 4 minutes, since I sat on him, Saito emptied himself into the condom. He laid on the bed spent, I was aroused but there was no more use for him.

" Saito, you lost your virginity. I had  kept my end of the bargain, now you will have to leave." I instructed him, I got up from him, taking his dick out of me. 

He looked at me surprised and a bit angry. " That's it?" he asked me.

" You have paid for your virginity and that's gone." I pointed out.

Saito looked like he wanted to protest further but he didn't, leaving the house soon after.

I had deflowered the one I got asked for, now was time to deflowered who I really wanted. My baby. 

I walked in the bedroom as naked as I was, his blue eyes stared at me with hunger, like he couldn't wait to have his hands on me. 

" Baby come here and undress in front of me." I told my son sitting on the edge of the bed legs wide open.

He stood up and in front of me, he removed his clothes, showing me his naked body.  I might be biased but my son was handsome, his features were sharp and defined, and his hair was dark and messy. 

His body was still skinny but not for long, he would grow and fill out in no time. His dick on the other end was already beyond promising. 

Even now it was big enough to make me go heels over head to enjoy it. 

I beckoned him closer with my finger, he walked to me and kneeled down in front of the bed. 

 I spread my legs wide and he buried his face between my thighs, eating me out like a hungry dog. His tongue lapped my slit, his lips sucked on my labia.

I moaned, grabbing his head and pushing him deeper into my pussy. " Yes." I murmured. His fingers replaced his tongue, he penetrated me with one of them, curling it up and massaging my G-spot.

" Ah god, yes." I praised him as I felt the build-up of my orgasm. His other hand grabbed my nipple and pinched it, making me shudder on the spot.

I came all over his face, his mouth devoured every single drop of my cum. 

He started to trail a path of wet kisses from my cunt moving up to my belly, his tongue was licking every single inch of my skin. 

Finally, he reached his favourite spot. His hands cupped and squeezed my breasts, his mouth made dinner of them. 

He sucked and bit them making me moan and squirm under him.

I leaned back on the pillows and let him take control, his mouth left a trail of marks on my breasts, my body was covered in hickeys. 

Suddenly he stopped and looked at me, his eyes were full of hunger. I knew what he was asking me without uttering a word. 

" Yes." I gave him my permission to fuck me.

My little baby's face lit up with happiness as he heard my words. He moved on top of me, positioning his dick at the entrance of my pussy. 

I was already wet for him, so it took no time for his cock to slide in me. He bottomed out on his first try, he filled me completely. 

My back arched off the bed as he hit my cervix. " Oh god." I moaned. My hands cupped his face bringing him for a kiss, his lips were soft and gentle on mine. 

He started thrusting into me slowly, his pace was not hurried at all like he wanted to savour the feeling of fucking me for the first time. 

His cock moved inside me in a slow drag, like it was massaging my walls, my pussy clenched around him. 

His forehead was pressed against mine, our eyes were staring into each other. His lips moved to my neck and kissed my throat with passion. 

" Yes, baby." I encouraged him as he continued fucking me. His hands grabbed my ankles and placed them on his shoulders, giving him a better angle to fuck me. 

He sped up his pace, slamming his cock into me harder than before, his groans were music to my ears. 

Our bodies slapped together with the speed of his thrust, I felt my orgasm building up inside me, my legs trembled around him.

His lips took mine in a passionate kiss, our tongues intertwined as he fucked me senseless. 

" Oh god." I whispered against his lips. He bit my lips as I came, my pussy spasmed around him. A puddle of my cum leaked on the duvet. 

This brat of my son kept fucking me through my orgasm, rubbing my clit  with his thumb he brought me to the edge for a second time.

" Oh baby." I whimpered as he sent me to another dimension, my body shuddering and my pussy clenching around his cock.

He stared at me naughtily, his thumb moved on my sensitive clit once more. I held his wrist to stop him. 

" That's too much." I complained. " Be the good boy that you are, and finish me off." 

His eyes softened and leaned on my body, squishing my breasts under his chest. Our lips met instantly,  kissing each other softly and sweetly. 

He moaned in my mouth as he started fucking me in earnest, slamming his cock in me without mercy. His hand cupped my head pulling me for a deeper kiss.

 " Mum, you are so hot." he mumbled against my lips. 

I smiled and nuzzled his face with my nose. " Thank you baby." I praised him. 

He kissed me one last time before he lost his control completely, his dick bottomed out inside me and he exploded inside me. 

A copious amount of his seed flooded my womb, filling me completely. He laid his head on the crook of my neck panting. His arms were around me holding me tight, his face was buried on my shoulder.

I stroked his head with my hand,  trying to calm him down. " Baby you did so good." I whispered in his ear. 

" Thank you mum." he replied, raising his head to kiss my lips.

" Did you like it?" I asked him, curious about his first experience. He nodded enthusiastically, his smile was wide and honest. 

I held him tight, feeling his arms around me as he nuzzled his face on my shoulder. 

" Sweetie we need to go clean up." I deposited him on my side and rolled out of the bed. I was expecting him to follow me but he just stayed still with his arms stretched towards me. 

" Carry me." he smirked.  " I am too exhausted to walk."

I laughed at his demand. I kneeled on the bed and scooped him up in my arms, walking us to the bathroom.

His head was resting on my shoulder like he was a child, I smiled at his antics.

" Mum you are carrying me like a baby." he stated like he was proud of it. I chuckled and nodded.

We reached the bathroom, and I lowered him on the floor, turning on the shower for us. When the water was hot when we entered it.

We washed each other slowly and passionately, our hands lingered on each other skin.

My bed was too battered to be used, so I carried him back in his room. We dried each other and I laid him on his bed. He pulled me with him under the duvet.

His face was resting on my chest, his arms were around my body. His legs intertwined with mine. I stroked his hair till we drifted off to sleep.

The Kansai region has always bloomed during the autumn months, many times  I've been around with my parents or friends to admire the foliage. I've always had a soft spot for Kyoto, maybe it was the nostalgic feeling it gave me, the sense of being in another era, more simple and peaceful. 

Given my job and taking care of my baby, in recent years I had to stay most of the time at home. But now he was old enough to come with me on one of my trips, I decided to bring him with me to Kyoto for a weekend. 

" Mum, are we really going to Kyoto? It's so cool!" he exclaimed, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement. 

" We sure are baby, Momo offered to let us stay at her place." I informed him. Momo was my friend since middle school, we were inseparable back then. I have always thought that she had the kind of face that would have broken thousands of hearts during her teens. 

Her dark hair was short and straight, her eyes were almond-shaped and light brown, and her lips were thin but inviting. Her body was curvy and plump in all the right places. 

We kept in contact even after we graduated and we went to different colleges, she had become a chef in one of the most important restaurants in Kyoto. 

" Momo has dogs, they aren't big." I informed my son trembled a bit at the thought. 

My poor creature was scared of the dogs, he never had to deal with a pet in his life. He grew up in a flat with me, and no pets were allowed. 

" Do not worry. They are friendly and I'll be by your side to protect you." I assured him.  I held his hand in mine as he was still trembling.

The next Friday, after I left work we took the bullet train to Kyoto, the ride was quite fast. My baby kept himself busy rubbing his soft and on my naked tights,  I was wearing a short skirt and he was enjoying the feeling of my bare leg under his palm. 

When we arrived Momo was already waiting for us, her face lit up when she saw us. She was still gorgeous like I remembered her. 

" Sana, my dear." she greeted me hugging me tight. My baby was shy at first but she immediately won him over with her sweet attitude and kind smile. 

" This is my baby." I introduced him to her. Her eyes widened when she realized that I adopted him, but she didn't comment.

Her flat was not that far from the station, it was in a small building surrounded by a garden.

Inside her flat was cosy and comfortable, full of plants and paintings.

" So you two have been living together since when?" Momo asked me as soon as my son went to shower after our journey. 

" Since he was 6, I adopted him from the local orphanage." I explained.

" He is a good-looking young man." Momo complimented. I nodded, stroking my baby's hair, who was sitting on my lap.  

" Yes he is." I agreed. " And he is also smart and nice." 

I could tell that Momo was impressed, she was looking at my baby with new eyes. He was still shy in front of her but she had already gained his trust.

The next day we went to see the foliage of the city, my baby enjoyed the sight of all the colored trees. He remained astonished by the Fushimi Inari Temple with its thousands of red gates, he held my hands for all day. 

That evening after dinner, Momo and I went in the living room to chat a bit. My baby followed us and lay on the sofa, his head was resting on my lap.

" Do you have any particular requests?" Momo asked me, her brown eyes were staring at me. I pondered my answer, it has been ages since I had a night out. I kinda missed going out partying and having fun. 

" I want to go clubbing." I replied, looking at my son. His blue eyes were wide open, he was listening to our conversation. 

" But what about him?" Momo asked, her head pointing in his direction.

" He will stay here." I responded caressing his face.  I didn't want to bring him to a club, this was a one in million chance to enjoy the music and dance freely. 

" But mum..." he protested. " I want to come." his voice sounded needy. 

"You gotta do what I say, it is for your best." I refused him moving his body on the sofa. 

" Momo, let's get change." I declared standing up. 

In the bathroom, my baby was pouting; he was not used to being told no, and he always had his way of making me agree with him. I tried to ignore him while I was washing my face. 

When I turned around he was behind me with his arms folded, he looked like a petulant child.

" Mum please." he pleaded me with a sweet voice.

" Enough. Get ready to go to bed." I decided to apply my lipstick. 

I had borrowed a white short dress from Momo's wardrobe, it covered my breasts completely but it was extremely tight enhancing my curves.

" Fine." he muttered under his breath. His blue eyes looked at me with sadness, I ignored him and joined Momo in the living room. 

" Oh my gosh." I exclaimed. My friend was wearing a blue knitted dress, that looked more a long T-shirt, and black stockings. Her make-up made her incredibly sexy.  

She looked at my dress and complimented me. " Sana you look so hot." I knew that we were gonna be the hottest girl in the club.

My baby came behind me, dressed in his pyjamas. " Good boy. How do we look?" I inquired him. 

He simply wrapped his arms around my slim waist and pulled me tight to him. " Mum please come back to me soon." his voice was muffled against my dress. 

I stroked his dark hair. " Do not worry baby, we'll be back soon." I promised him. He let go of me, and I held Momo's hand to leave.

The music in the club was blasting loud, the lights were flashing on the dance floor. Momo and I were dancing on our own, enjoying ourselves. We had a few drinks in between. 

After an hour or so, two men approached us, their Australian accent was clear when they greeted us.

They were both tall and muscular; they could have been swimmer, given their broad shoulders.  They were dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. 

"  Hi." they greeted us. Momo and I exchanged a look, and we both decided to enjoy ourselves a little more. 

" Hi, I am Sana and she is Momo." I replied.

" I am Jack and this is Daniel." the taller one introduced himself and his friend. 

In all honestly, they were not particularly handsome, but they had been confident enough to come and talk with us, so we played along. 

 They dragged us on the dance floor,  Momo danced with Daniel while I danced with Jack. 

Jack's hands were roaming my body while we danced, his lips brushed on my neck. I moaned at the sensation and arched my back to give him more access.

We danced awfully close, my ass rubbed his crotch, he was aroused by my moves, his erection was pressing against my butt. 

Momo was having the time of her life, Daniel was kissing her passionately. Their hands were all over each other. 

After a few minutes the song changed, Jack turned around and pulled me to dance with him in front, our chests were pressed together, his lips took mine in a heated kiss. 

He broke the kiss to whisper in my ear. " You are fucking hot."  I smiled at him, his confidence was a turn-on.

We joined Momo and Daniel at the bar for a set of shots. By the time we finished them, we all agreed to leave the club. 

Once we were outside Jack spoke up. " Do you guys live nearby?" 

Drunkly, Momo raised her arm up in the sky. " We are just down there." 

Daniel and Jack looked at each other, exchanging a knowing look. 

" Let's go, then."  Jack suggested. 

The four of us entered Momo's flat, my little boy was sleeping on the sofa. I felt a pang of guilt for leaving him alone.

Momo and Daniel disappeared in her bedroom, the only one in the house. 

Jack without pondering a second more pounced on me. " I want you." he murmured in my ear, his lips trailing kisses on my neck. 

With skills, he unzipped my dress and took it off me. I  stood there in my bra and panties, his eyes devoured my body like a starving man.

His hands cupped my breasts with my bra still on, he pinched my nipples with his fingers. I arched my back in pleasure.

" Yes." I moaned, and his tongue lapped my nipple through the fabric of my bra. His other hand reached my underwear, his fingers rubbed my clit in circles. 

I moaned louder and louder, my body trembled and my legs gave in under me.

" You are so fucking hot." Jack exclaimed as he laid me on the sofa close to where my baby was sleeping. 

In a swift move, he lowered his trousers and underwear, his cock sprang free in all its glory. I didn't have a measuring tape but I could tell it was bigger than 8 inches. 

" Wow." I gasped as my eyes locked on his shaft.

 He spread my legs wider, positioning himself between them, ready to feast with me. From Momo's room, a series of obscenities could be heard in the flat. 

" What is going on?" the cold voice of my son made me jump in surprise. 

I turned to look at him and his eyes were not pleased at all, his hands were on his hips, like he was ready to scold me for my bad behaviour. 

" Nothing." I denied it, trying to cover myself but it was too late, my baby had already seen me naked and Jack's dick was ready to enter me.

" Go back to bed." Jack instructed him with a smirk.

" No." my son refused to budge, he crossed his arms on his chest, like he was refusing to let us continue. 

" Get the fuck out of her." he declared in English making me lost in translation.

Jack clearly understood him because his face changed in anger. " Do you speak English?" he asked him.

" Of course I do." my baby replied to him.

" What are you? A fucking kid?" Jack asked him, his tone was not nice at all.

" That is none of your business." my little boy retorted him. He looked at me and then back at Jack. 

" Leave." he instructed again. I was torn between my son and the Australian who I was about to fuck.

" Don’t you have anything to say?.” Jack asked me, his tone cold. I hesitated, trying to figure out what to do. He grabbed his trousers and walked away from me and my son.

“ Wait.” I exclaimed. 

I stood up from the sofa to follow him, my son grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him. His eyes were blazing with anger. 

" You are a brat." I accused him, looking at his angry expression.

" I am not letting you fuck that man." he replied. " Or any other if that is the case."

I looked at him and I could tell that he was dead serious about his intentions, he wanted me all to himself. I was flattered by his jealousy.

" Fine. What do you want me to do?" I asked him. I was still in my underwear and he was in his pyjamas. 

" We are going to the Love Hotel down the block. Just wear your trench on."  he ordered me, handing me my trench.

We left the flat walking slowly to the hotel. The air outside was crispy and cool, it was a chilly autumn night. 

The streets were almost empty, given the late hour. " Open it." my baby declared, undoing the upper button of my trench.

I looked at him puzzling. " Do you want to expose me in the street?" I questioned him. 

" It would be a testament to prove that you are willing to do anything for me." he explained to me sincerely. I could tell that my baby was not joking. 

Slowly I undid the buttons of my trench and opened it. I stood in front of him with just my bra and underwear. 

" Yes." he praised me, his eyes roamed my body slowly. " You are hot mum." his compliment made me smile. He took my hand and pulled me towards the hotel.

I felt like a slut almost naked in the middle of the night, but I couldn't help myself to enjoy it. My little brat wanted to expose me and I wanted to please him. 

The receptionist didn't even bat an eye when he saw me half naked, he probably had already seen the worst thing in his job. 

He gave us the key to our room. My son walked holding my hand all the way up to our room. 

The room was tiny but clean and well-furnished, my baby locked the door behind him. 

He kneeled on the bed and patted it with his hand for me to sit. I obliged and sat on the edge of the bed, he kneeled in front of me, between my legs. 

" Spread your legs for me." he ordered, I did so without complaining, my trench fell on the floor. 

His hands caressed my legs, and his soft lips kissed my skin, moving slowly up from my knees to my thighs. He kissed my inner thighs making me moan. 

His lips were warm and soft, his breath was making me shiver. His hands massaged my ass, kneading my cheeks with his fingers. 

His face was in front of my pussy, his fingers spread my folds and his tongue darted out to lick my slit. I moaned loudly.

" Baby that's good." I praised him, running my hands through his messy hair. His mouth closed around my clit, sucking it gently.

I could feel my orgasm building up in my lower belly, I was panting heavily, and my legs trembled under his hands. 

He moved his tongue faster, lapping and sucking my clit, making me lose my control completely.

" Ah ah ah." I cried out, my whole body was shaking and convulsing, and my pussy was gushing wetness. 

My baby was lapping all my cum like he wanted to drink all of me. When he finished he stood up and looked at me.

" Take off your bra." he ordered, his voice was hoarse and needy. I undid my bra and tossed it to the ground. 

My breasts were free and in his full view. He pushed me to lie on the bed and his hands covered my tits. 

" Baby you are so good." I praised him as his mouth took my nipple, sucking it like it was his favourite sweets.

 His hand kneaded my other breast, his fingers pinched my other nipple. 

I could feel my second orgasm coming, I was trembling all over, and my nipples hardened under his touch. 

He chomped harder on my nipple, I came for a second time, and my moans filled the room. My body trembled and convulsed in his arms. 

He held me tight until I calmed down. His arms were warm and strong around my body. My head rested on his shoulder, and his lips kissed my hair. 

" Get naked, and lie on the bed." I purred in his ear. He had given me so much pleasure now was my turn to repay him. 

He undressed slowly, his movements were languid and sensual, and his blue eyes were staring at me all the while. 

His cock sprang free, he was hard just for me. I licked my lips at the sight of him. 

He lay on the bed looking at me with anticipation, he spread his legs wide giving me all the access I needed. 

I kneeled between his legs and started licking his inner thighs, moving up to his groin. He groaned loudly as my tongue darted out and licked his cock. 

His dick was still hard, I licked his head with my tongue making him shiver. My hands closed around his shaft, stroking it slowly.

His hand grabbed my hair and pulled me up to kiss him, our lips met in a passionate kiss, and his tongue invaded my mouth and twirled with mine. 

I broke the kiss and moved up to straddle him, his dick was hard and ready. I positioned myself and slowly took his cock inside me. 

His eyes widened as I engulfed all his length inside me, my pussy stretched around his shaft. 

I moved my hips up and down, bouncing on his dick. His hand grabbed my ass and helped me move faster. 

I was riding him fast, my pussy clenching around his cock, he moaned loudly. I leaned forward to kiss him and my breasts bounced in front of his face. 

He darted out his tongue to lick my nipples, I arched my back and moaned at the sensation. My baby's hands kneaded my ass while I fucked him senseless. 

My pussy was dripping wetness all over his cock and balls. His hand slipped to my cunt and started rubbing my clit in circles.

" Ah, baby." I cried out as my orgasm washed me over, my pussy spasmed around his cock. 

He kept thrusting into me, his hips moving fast under me. I leaned back on him, his cock bottomed out inside me.

" Come on, baby, let yourself go." I urged him; his moans were music to my ears. His hips sped up their pace; he was slamming his cock into me harder than before. 

His arms wrapped around my back, pulling me tighter to him as he came. I felt his seed flooding my pussy and my womb. 

My little boy had come inside me without wearing a condom, filling me up completely. I collapsed on him, our breathing was heavy.

I laid on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, he wrapped his arms around me holding me tight. 

" Thank you Sana." he whispered in my hair, his voice sounding sincere and sweet. 

" Anytime." I replied, my voice muffled against his chest.

We laid there for a while, cuddling and relaxing, his dick was still inside me and it was already stirring again. I moved my hips to tease him.

" Mum." he moaned. " Don't move." his hands grabbed my hips and kept them still. 

I looked at him puzzled, my eyes staring into his. 

" Are you sure you can handle a second round?" he asked me.

" Yes, I can." I assured him. His smirk was answer enough, he held me glued to him and pounded me in the most earnest way possible. His dick was slamming into me hard and fast.

I was moaning loudly, my body was trembling and convulsing. " Yes." I moaned in his ear, he bit my shoulder making me scream. 

His cock bottomed out into me over and over again, he fucked me senseless. He held me still as he fucked me, making me unable to move. 

My orgasm hit me like a truck, my pussy clenched around his cock, my cum gushed out of me. My baby kept fucking me through my orgasm.

" Fuck." I screamed as my climax was prolonged by his relentless thrusts. My pussy clenched and spasmed around him. 

I couldn't help but devour his mouth in a passionate kiss; my tongue invaded his mouth, battling his one.

This brat chewed my lip hard with his teeth, making me taste my own blood. I bit his lip back, our lips were bleeding as we kept kissing each other. 

" I can't hold back anymore." he confessed, his voice muffled against my lips. 

" Fill  me up." I exhorted him.

His hips sped up, his thrusts became more urgent.  A second truck hit me inevitably, my juice gushed out drenching my baby. 

His hips slammed one last time into me and his cock erupted, flooding me with his cum. 

" Give it all to me." I begged him milking him dry. I laid on him and listened to his heartbeat, his hand cupped my face pulling me to rest on his shoulder. 

" That was great." I complimented him, kissing his lips softly. 

" I know." he smirked. I slapped his chest playfully.

" Brat." I muttered under my breath, making him laugh. 

The sun beamed through the curtains, sleeping there was not an option anymore for us. 

My plump lips enjoyed taking their time to kiss all his body, I wanted to make sure that my baby was completely satisfied with me. 

We took a shower together, washing each other in the small shower, our bodies were still sticky with our juices. 

Our hands lingered on each other's skin, caressing and exploring every inch of each other's bodies. 

My little boy dried my body off and slowly put my undergarment back on me, I looked at him fondly. His blue eyes were staring back at me. 

" You look so cute." I whispered against his lips. He wrapped his arms around my body pulling me in for a hug.

He finished buttoning up my trench and after he wore his outfit, we walked out of the room.

It was hard walking after that intense night, my legs were sore and my pussy was aching pleasantly. My little boy held me by my waist helping me walk. 

He had been a perfect gentleman even if he had been a brat with me.

We returned to the flat, Momo saw me limping a bit and asked surprised. " What did happen to you?" 

I pointed to my little baby. " Him, that's all you need to know." I smiled at my brat. His lips were soft and gentle when they kissed mine. 

Momo sighed, disappointed. " At least he did the job." she muttered.

"Didn't you have fun ?" I asked her, curious about her night. 

" That fucker lasted one round before the alcohol had the best of him." she sighted again. " I kicked him out an hour ago or so."

My baby was kneading my butt through the trench while Momo was talking about her night, his lips pecked my neck repeatedly.

Keeping my focus on Momo was quite daunting, I gave her an apologetic look. 

She smirked at me, she knew that I had no control over my baby's desires. " Don't mind me." she laughed. 

" Why don't you go to bed?" she suggested me. Her bedroom was empty and we had a sleepless night, so marched towards her room.

I removed my trench, leaving it on the floor.  My baby removed my undergarments, tossing them away from us. I lay in bed and pulled him to me. 

His head rested on my breasts, his arms were around my body holding me tight. I stroked his hair, and with my free hand covered us under a blanket. 

His breathing became steady and relaxed, I held him tight, feeling his warm body next to me.

I closed my eyes and slept too. I woke up later in the afternoon alone in the bed, from the living room I could hear Momo talking with my son. Slowly I  got up from the bed and wore a long jumper from my suitcase, able to cover my private area. 

In the kitchen Momo was clinging to my son from behind, he was placing something in a bowl. He bobs were squishing on his back and her hand were roaming on his torso. 

I stepped closer to them, feeling a pang of jealousy. 

" Ah Sana, I didn't hear you wake up." Momo greeted me cheerfully, letting go of my baby's body. 

" Mum this is for you." he presented me a chirashi bowl with fish perfectly sliced and served with sushi rice. " You need to eat."

His words showed a true concern for my health and well-being, I smiled at him.

" Thank you baby, you are always thinking of me." I praised him. He smiled back at me, his blue eyes crinkled at the corner.

I took the bowl and ate quickly, Momo was staring at him hungrily. 

" What is going on?" I questioned her.  

" W-well... he somehow had told how many times you have climaxed under him." she stuttered. " I was wondering if you were so magnanimous to share him?" 

I choked on my rice, taken aback by her audacity.I looked at my son, he was blushing profusely. 

" How dare you." I accused him, trying to sound stern. 

He ran to me, jumping on my lap and placing his head on my shoulder. " I'm sorry to have spilt the tea, " he said, sounding more worried than I expected.  

I held him in my arms and kissed his hair. " It's okay, baby," I reassured him. He sighed against me in relief.

" Please, he is so yummy." Momo complained. I glared at her, my expression was stern and cold. 

" No.” I denied her without hesitating.

She pouted a bit. " Can I at least see how you two have sex?" she asked. I looked at my baby, he shrugged his shoulder in indifference.

" It depends on you." I answered.

" I can't refuse a chance to be inside of you." he declared, his voice muffled against my neck. " She can watch."

" Fine." I agreed, knowing that I could stop him anytime I wanted. Momo's eyes light up in delight. 

I sat on the carpet with my legs crossed, my baby helped me remove the jumper I was wearing,  leaving me completely naked. 

I gestured Momo to kneel in front of us, she obeyed me immediately, her eyes were wide open staring at my naked body. 

I pulled my little boy in front of me and started kissing him passionately. His hands cupped my breasts, kneading them. 

My mouth broke the kiss to lick his neck, moving down to his chest and then to his abs. I licked and kissed every inch of his torso.

My hands closed around his dick, stroking his cock slowly.  My little baby moaned loudly, his head was thrown back in pleasure. 

I darted out my tongue and licked the head of his cock, making him shudder. 

" Oh fuck." he cursed. His hands were holding my hair as I took his cock in my mouth. 

I licked and sucked his cock like it was my favourite lollipop, bobbing my head up and down on his shaft. 

His moans and grunts were filling the room, he was trembling under my ministration. I took his shaft in deep, making him moan louder. 

I sucked him off properly, rubbing his balls in my hand.  His cock was hard and twitchy in my mouth, I could feel the precum dripping on my tongue. 

I swallowed his seed when he came, milking him dry till he had nothing else to give me. He held onto my shoulder trembling in pleasure. 

Momo was panting and sweating, her eyes were blazing with lust. I held my baby tighter to me, and then laid on the carpet, my back to the floor.

He laid between my legs and spread them wide, opening me completely to him. His tongue lapped my slit, making me moan.

My little boy worshipped my clit with his mouth, rubbing it with his tongue. I arched my back as I came, my pussy gushing wetness.

He kept eating me out adamantly, making his fingers wet with my juice for then plunging them on my back door.  

I moaned loudly when he penetrated me back there, his fingers stretched my hole open. 

" Fucking hell." I cursed, my head was thrown back and my body was convulsing in pleasure.

He fingered my back hole with eagerness, exploring the cavity with his digits. My moans became louder and louder, the second orgasm hit me making me shudder and convulse all over. 

My baby removed his fingers from my back door and licked them clean, his tongue savouring my taste. 

He laid on his side beckoning me to do the same. He spooned me from behind and spread my legs wide. He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed in. 

His cock stretched me wide, filling my pussy completely. He moved his hips in a slow drag, making love to me with his cock. 

I moaned in pleasure, my hands caressed his arms holding on to me. His lips kissed my neck and shoulder, his breath was warm against my skin. 

My baby's thrusts were slow but deep, his dick massaged my walls, making me tremble all over.

" Oh yes." I moaned loudly. His hand closed around my breast and squeezed my nipple making me arch my back in pleasure.

" You feel outrageously good" he confessed against my ear, speeding up. Fucking me in an earnest way.

His dick was bottoming out inside me with every thrust, he fucked me like he wanted to own me completely.

" Come for me, baby." he ordered me. His hand slid down to my clit and rubbed it in circles. I trembled and convulsed all over, my pussy clenched around his shaft drenching the carpet beneath.

He pulled out abruptly making me moan in complaint. " What are you doing?" my voice was hoarse and needy.

" I wanna fuck your ass." his voice was waiting for my consent.  

I laid on my belly, raising my butt slightly to invite him to proceed. " Be gentle, it's my first time." I asserted. 

His eyes softened, his hand rubbed my butt cheeks in a circular motion mellowing me out.  His finger probed my back door, lubricating it with spit. 

I could hear him spit more saliva on his fingers and on my hole, his finger breached my back door slowly and carefully. 

I moaned at the feeling, it was so full and a little painful, but in a good kind of way. My body was trembling all over, his finger was stretching my back door open.

I felt his lips kissing my cheeks, his tongue licking my rim. His mouth was wetting my asshole.

I arched my back in pleasure and pushed against his fingers. He took it as a sign to proceed with caution and withdrew them.

He positioned his cock at my entrance, pressing slowly inside me. I moaned at the invasion, my asshole stretching to accommodate him.

It burned and hurt a little but his lips kissing my back made me feel better. He slid completely in reaching my cervix, filling me completely. 

" Oh god." I moaned at the full feeling; his hips rested against my cheeks. He leaned in his torso on my back, pressing me down; his tongue kissed my earlobe making me shiver. 

"Tell me when you feel ready." he whispered.

I nodded my head, his chest covered my back completely, and his hand closed around my breast squeezing it. 

He started thrusting in me, his dick moving in and out of my hole slowly. The friction was incredible, every nerve in my body was on fire.

" Oh god." I cursed as he slammed into me harder but not faster, his hips smacked my cheeks with each thrust.

His lips kissed every inch of skin he could reach in that position, soothing the pain away. 

" Fuck me ." I gasped. " Like you mean it."

His hips speed up and he pounded me harder and faster, his dick slamming into me with all his strength. 

I was moaning and crying out his name, my back door clenching and spasming around him.

" Oh god. Yes." I screamed, my orgasm washed me over. My asshole clenching around his shaft.

He sucked on my neck like a vampire, his teeth biting me and marking me. His thrusts became urgent and needy, his cock bottomed out inside me one last time. 

" Cumming" he purred in my ears. A wave of warmth flooded my asshole, I moaned in delight as I felt him fill me up with his seed.

" Stay inside me." I begged, feeling his cock twitching and pulsing in my ass. His lips kissed and sucked on my neck, making me feel his love. 

Momo panted heavily showering the carpet with her juice,  her eyes were looking at us with desire.

We laid on the carpet in a cuddle puddle for a while. " We gotta move." I whispered to my baby that with attention pulled out of me.

My body was sore and stinky, my legs were beyond numb. My little boy helped me up and I limped towards the bathroom, feeling my body was covered in his cum. 

We showered together, his hands soaping up my body, washing every inch of me. He was gentle and tender, kissing me softly on the lips. 

I felt loved and cherished in his arms, he had given me so much pleasure.

When we dried off I pulled him in a hug, holding him tight to me. " I'm all yours, never doubt it." I  promised him, my voice muffled against his chest.

He smiled at me with his angelic smile. " I love you." he said.

" And I love you too." I replied back. We laid on his bed cuddling, feeling our skin against each other's, till we passed out. 

Once back in Osaka, our life kept on going as usual for a while.

 For the White Day at work, I got a squirrel made out of chocolate with a love confession from a new colleague of mine, who was hired in January when Ms.Yamanote retired. 

He was undeniably handsome with a charming personality, he had a chiselled jaw, dark hair and hazelnut eyes. He was tall and muscular, I had a feeling that he had been an athlete in his youth. 

I was flattered by his interest, my cheeks reddened as I read the letter that came with the chocolate. 

I had a sweet tooth and I devoured the chocolate quickly, leaving only the piece of paper. 

Mark, the one who sent me chocolate, was waiting for me out of my office. His charming smile lighted up as soon as I came to his vision.

" So?" he asked, his dark eyes looking at me hopefully. 

" I'm flattered." I began to say. " But I am afraid to inform you that ..."

His lips pecked mine shushing me. My eyes widened in surprise, I was not expecting that.

He moved his my lips on my neckline, leaving a small and red hickey before pulling away.

" Were you saying?" he grinned cockily. My back was against the corridor's wall, his eyes lingered on my cleavage. 

"  Umm." I stuttered, his cologne was enveloping me, it was a strong scent. " I am already taken." I declared, trying to make him understand.

His boldness grew watching me stutter, his hand grabbed mine and made me touch the outline of his cock through his trousers.

It was as hard as it could get, I broke free from his grip and slapped him. "I am already taken." I repeated myself, stepping aside.  " And I am not interested."

Mark's face was red from the poor figure she made, and without uttering a word more he dashed out of my sight.

All flustered I made my way home, my son was already there studying for an upcoming test on the kitchen table. 

As soon as he noted me, he spotted the red mark on my neck.  His expression darkened in anger. 

" Who did that?" his voice was deadly calm.

" Mark, my new colleague." I explained, feeling a little guilty. 

I held him tight in my arms, hugging him with all my force. " You know I love you.  He doesn't stand a chance to me."

" Yet he left a mark on you." he asserted coldly. " Last time I checked to give an hickey you need to be glued to the other person. You lowered your boundaries to let him in."

I held on to his wrist, his grip on me was almost hurting. I knew he was angry, my little brat was jealous as hell.

" He has surely given you some chocolate today. How sweet, how romantic." he perpetrated. 

I started showering his face with wet kisses. " Cut it, you know where my heart stands, don't you?" I muttered, kissing his lips. 

He stared at me for a while, and then he pulled me in a tight hug. " I know, I just can't bear the idea of sharing you." he confessed, his voice was soft and vulnerable, showing his young age.

" Nothing can come between you and I. Not even the Gods above can separate the two of us. No, nothing can come between you and I." I stroked his hair. 

He held his breath at my words. His tears bucketed down, wetting my jumper. His arms closed around my waist, holding me tight to him.

He was sobbing like a little baby against me. I stroked his back soothing him.

" Ssh baby." I comforted him. " It is alright, don't cry."

I lifted him up in my arms cradling him in my embrace, he laid his head on my shoulder wrapping his arms around my neck.

We stayed there for a while, my little baby crying like one. When his tears were finally dry, I put him back down on the floor. 

" Let's go to bed." I dragged him towards my bedroom, better saying our bedroom since we shared the same bed.

Once in bed he laid his head in my lap and his hands closed around my thighs. His face was hidden under my jumper, his arms were wrapped tight around me. 

I stroked his hair with one hand while with the other I was reading a book. He kept sniffing like a puppy, he had not yet recovered from his cry. 

" I love you so much Mum." he muttered against my stomach. " I wanna be always with you."

My heart skipped a beat hearing his words, my brat was so sweet. I caressed his face softly, he looked up at me. His blue eyes were shining with adoration. 

" And I love you back. Always." I promised him.  My words seemed to make him relax, he laid down his head on my thighs.

After a minute he began lapping on my skin, painting a trail of wetness on my thigh. I stroked his head with my hand, he nuzzled my hand affectionately. 

He removed my skirt and underwear in a swift move, making me naked from the waist down. I was still reading my book, his lips and tongue were worshipping my pussy.

He lapped at my slit, spreading my fold apart with his fingers. His tongue was so soft and warm, it was making me feel like I was in heaven. 

The pleasure he gave me was indescribable, I threw my book on the ground and let him do his job. 

He licked and sucked my slit with all his might, making me quiver in pleasure.  My baby's mouth was a godsend, my hips were moving up and down as he worked my pussy. 

His hands held my waist and kept me in place, his lips sucked harder my clit, his tongue rubbing it in circles.

I could feel my orgasm building up, it was gonna be a massive one. My body was convulsing all over, my muscles trembling. 

" Ah ah ah." I cried out as my climax washed me over, gushing wetness all over his mouth. He lapped me up like he was dying of thirst. 

He kept licking me even when I came, making the orgasm prolonged endlessly. Once he got satisfied with his work down there, he came up and kissed me. 

His tongue invaded my mouth, his lips moved passionately with mine.  His hands caressed my body, making me feel like he owned me completely.

" Your jumper." he muffled in my mouth. I raised my arms, helping him to remove it, leaving me only with my bra 

His hand closed around my breasts, making me moan. His lips sucked on my neck, licking my skin with his warm tongue.

" I am gonna make you cum so much tonight." he promised against my neck. His lips moved down to my bra, unhooking it and tossing it aside.

My breasts were free in front of his eyes, he stared at them for a while, his eyes lingering on my nipples. His hands closed around my breasts and squeezed them, making me gasp. 

His mouth sucked my nipple in, making me cry out in pleasure. His teeth closed around it making me tremble.

His other hand kneaded my other breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers. 

" Oh god."  I moaned. His mouth released my nipple and licked the other one, sucking it slowly in his mouth.

His hands were everywhere, I couldn't keep track of them. One of them was in between my legs rubbing my clit, the other was pinching my nipple. 

My body was shaking all over, I couldn't hold on to his ministrations. I came on his hand, my moans filled the room. 

He brought his fingers glistered with my juice to my lips, making me lick them. I licked and sucked them like they were his cock.

My brat removed his trousers and underwear, he was hard and ready to go. He crawled on me, his cock rubbed on my wet slit. 

I opened my legs to welcome him in, he entered me slowly. His cock filled me up completely, bottoming out inside my pussy. 

He stayed like that for a moment, letting me adjust to his size. His lips kissed mine passionately, his tongue twirled with mine. 

He broke the kiss and leaned on his elbow looking at me, his eyes were filled with adoration for me. 

" You are so hot." he whispered, making me smile.

He started to move his hips, his thrusts were slow and deep, his cock massaged my wall, making me tremble. 

I held on to him tight, my nails digging into his back, he moaned louder in pleasure, nuzzling his head on the side of mine. 

He fucked me with all his might, his dick hitting my cervix at every thrust. His hand reached my clit and rubbed it, making me scream. 

His thrusts became more urgent, his movements desperate. His dick was bottoming out into me hard and fast. 

I wrapped my legs around him holding him tight to me, my pussy clenched and spasmed around him. 

His lips sucked my neck again, his tongue licked my sweat. Another orgasm hit me making me shudder all over. 

My moans were loud, he covered my mouth with his hand to muffle my screams. 

My brat stopped pounding me, making me breathe. " I wanna your ass." he demanded softly.  

I nodded my head in agreement, he helped me up on all fours, his hands kneading my butt cheeks.

His fingers probed my asshole, gaping it properly.  He positioned his cock and pushed slowly in, his tip breaching my back door.

I moaned loudly at the invasion, his lips kissed my shoulder. His hand covered my mouth to muffle my cries. 

I nodded to indicate that I was ready for him to move, he did so slowly and gently. His thrusts were not deep, he was careful not to hurt me.

But I was greedy and I wanted more, I arched my back pushing him deeper inside me. " Yes, please." I screamed when his shaft bottomed out in my ass.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me to him, fucking me hard and fast from behind. His dick was slamming into me, my back door was clenching and spasming all around him. 

I came again, my moans were muffled by his hand. His thrusts became more needy and urgent, his cock hitting my cervix every time he bottomed out in me.

His other hand reached my pussy and rubbed my clit in circles. His lips closed around my neck and sucked it hard, making a big hickey on it.

" Yes yes yes." I screamed when another orgasm hit me. My ass clenched around his dick, his moan was deep in his throat.

He pulled out of my ass abruptly, penetrating my cunt all in one go.  His dick stretched me open again, his thrusts became almost brutal. 

He fucked me like there was no tomorrow, his cock bottoming out into my cervix. His balls slapped my ass cheeks every time he slammed into me. 

I let myself fall on the bed, the pleasure had left me weak and exhausted. He fell on top of me, his weight pressing me down.

His thrusts were slower and deeper, his lips kissed mine with passion.  His tongue twirled around mine, making me lose my breath. 

" I love you." I muttered against his lips.

" And I love you more." he replied back, his voice muffled in my neck. 

His hand covered my breast and kneaded it, his thumb rubbing my nipple. I moaned louder at the sensation. 

His dick was so deep inside me, stretching me to the limit. His moans became more urgent, I knew that he was close to his climax. 

I clutched my pussy around his cock, making him moan even more. I did that repeatedly, milking him. 

" Ah fuck." he cursed, his face was twisted in pleasure. He bottomed out one last time in me and stilled. His seed flooded my pussy, filling me up completely.

He collapsed on me, his arms and legs wrapped around my body holding me tight. His breath was warm against my skin.

We lay like that for a while, enjoying our afterglow. Once his cock shrank back down he pulled out of me. 

He turned me in his arms to cuddle, his mouth kissed my lips softly. I smiled at him. He wrapped his arms tight around my body.

The next day at the kindergarten I rearranged my working time, I wanted to be free to go and get my son as soon as he was out of school.

My attire was rather simple, a white jumper and blue jeans, with some nerdy spectacles. Some of the dads, who were picking up their sons, threw some languid stares in my direction.

I ignored them, but I couldn't blame them I was conscious of my beauty. My baby walked out of the school surrounded by a multitude of girls clinging on him.

I got closer to them and cleared my voice, the swarms of girls vanished since the queen bee was arrived. I could have never imagined being susceptible to some girls fooling around my baby. 

My eyes went wide open for real, I had to hold on to my jealousy not to explode. 

I kneeled wrapping my arms around my baby, squishing his face in between my tits. 

A very pretty little girl came in front of me. " Why a granny is holding my best friend?" her words cut me deep. I looked at my baby, he was looking at the little girl in front of us.

" This is my mother." he explained. I kept him in my arms not letting go of him.

" Shouldn't you introduce yourself to an older person?" my tone was stern. 

" My name is Kazuha, granny." she replied shortly. 

My temperament faltered. " Watch your mouth." I exclaimed in a low tone not wanting to make a scene. 

My baby dragged me out of there till we were a few minutes away. " That wasn't nice." he scolded me.

" She called me granny. Twice." I pouted crossing my arms on my chest.  

" You are supposed to be the adult, and not argue with a teenager." he kept scolding me.  

" I am barely over thirty years old, I am not that much older than her." I defended myself.

"  You shouldn't have let her get under your skin, apologize to Kazuha tomorrow." he was taking her side.  

I felt a pang of jealousy in my heart, I didn't know where that brat had found the courage to talk to me in that way. 

 I kept quiet since we reached home, once we closed the door I pinned him to the wall, my lips closing around his mouth in a passionate kiss. 

" Don't ever dare to take someone's side against me." I whispered in his mouth, he nodded his head.

His hands wrapped around my neck, pulling me in for another kiss. I bit his lips hard making him bleed. 

He pushed me away from him, holding a hand on his mouth to stop the bleeding. " Bitch" he murmured loud enough to make me hear it.  

" You are gonna regret your words." I blocked him in my arms and carried to the bedroom. 

Once there I tossed him on the bed.  I removed my jumper and jeans in a hurry and ripped his school uniform.  

His eyes were staring at me like I were insane. " Mum, what are you doing?"

" I am gonna teach you a lesson." I teased him, he gulped hard.

I kneeled on the bed and held his dick in one of my hand firmly, using the other to slap its head carefully not to hurt him severely. 

A few soft slaps in and my brat was whimpering and whining in pain. I kept slapping his cock for a while.

" What did you learn from this punishment?" I asked him, stroking his cock softly. He was still whining like a baby, his eyes brimmed with tears. 

" T-t-to n-never s-speak out against you." he muttered. I leaned onto him and kissed him. His lips tasted like blood, he had bit them during his punishment. 

" Good boy." I praised him, rubbing his cock slowly. " Let's play some more."

My baby nodded his head eagerly, his eyes looking at me in hunger. 

I straddle him, engulfing his fully erected shaft slowly, inches by inches. He moaned in pleasure, his hands grasping my thighs.

I moved my hips slowly up and down, teasing his cock. My pussy was dripping wet, lubricating his dick. 

His moans were louder and louder, his eyes rolling back in his head. His hands held on my waist making me move faster.

" Don't touch." I scolded him. He removed his hands immediately.

I fucked him slowly, his shaft moving in and out of my cunt.  His eyes were staring at my tits bouncing up and down with the movement.

I was in heaven, sitting on his cock and riding him at my leisure. " I'm deeply sorry to have offended you, but let me touch you." his voice was a plea. 

I considered it for a moment. " You can touch me but you don't move." I instructed him, and he nodded his head. 

His arms claimed me, pulling me down to lie on him. My lips savoured his, our tongues twirling and dancing with each other's. 

His hands roamed my body, cupping my breasts and squeezing them, he pinched my nipples making me moan. 

I broke the kiss, and my lips moved to his earlobe, biting it hard. He groaned louder in pleasure. 

His cock was so deep in me, I could feel him twitching and pulsing. I could feel his cum leaking out of his shaft. 

I kissed his neck and started to ride him in earnest. His arms wrapped tight around me holding me close to him. 

His moans filled the room, I was bouncing on him like I was on a rodeo.  I came on his dick, my pussy clenching and spasming around him.

" You can move now." I murmured against his ear and he did. We fucked all night in a symphony of wet sounds. 

A few weeks later I went out to have dinner with some of my local friends, leaving my baby alone at home. IMAGE

What at the beginning was supposed to be just a meal together turned into a bar crawl in Dotombori. I was wearing a pinkish top and matching shorts. 

After the first few shots I was feeling a little tipsy,  we were standing in front of a karaoke club. My friends dragged me inside, I tried to resist but I was no match for them.

We sang for hours and the alcohol kept flowing. We got kicked out of there at around one in the morning, and the soberest of my friends drove me home. 

As soon as we reached our building I jumped out of the car and thanked him, entering my flat. My baby was waiting for me on the sofa, he looked mad. 

" Where have you been?" his voice was deadly calm, and his blue eyes were burning in fury. 

I stumbled a bit on my heels, he stood up from the sofa and helped me to sit down.  I collapsed on his chest, resting my head on his shoulder.

" I went out with friends." I slurred, my head was spinning. 

" And where did you think you were gonna sleep tonight? Under a bridge?" his voice rose up in anger.

The problem with me being drunk was that I became an utter bitch. I rolled over him closing my hands on his neck, my eyes were shined kinkily. 

" Do you think someone with a body like mine would ever be left alone at night?" I taunted him. " You are so cute when you're mad." I giggled, squeezing his neck a bit harder.  

His eyes glared at me, his hands detached mine from his neck. " I don't doubt it. How many hearts did you strike tonight?" his voice was cold. 

I sat down on the sofa and crossed my legs, my short was so short that my butt cheek was showing. His eyes stared at it, I could see the desire written on his face. 

" I lost count of them." I muttered, leaning back on the sofa. His eyes were fixed on my tits, which were almost spilling out of my top.

" Did you let someone to touch them?" he asked, his tone was full of jealousy.

" Maybe." I teased him. " Or maybe I did more." I laughed, his eyes glared at me.

 I was fooling him around but he was not taking my shit. He kneeled on the floor in front of me and pushed my legs apart, he kneaded my milky 

 thighs. 

" Be honest." he retorted.  " Did someone touch you tonight?" he asked again.

" No." I muttered. His hands pushed my shorts aside and my panties down. 

His tongue lapped on my slit, making me moan in delight. His fingers rubbed my clit while his mouth ate me out.

" Ah yes, please." I panted loudly. My fingers were tangled in his hair pulling him harder to me. 

My body was trembling, his tongue made me feel like I was in heaven. His lips sucked on my clit making me squeal. 

" You taste so sweet." he muttered against my pussy.

" Make me come." I begged him, my voice was hoarse. He sucked harder on my clit, his finger rubbed my back door.

My orgasm hit me, my body convulsed all over. His mouth lapped up my juice, he kept rubbing my back door with his finger.

" Sit on this fucking sofa and let me ride the shit out of you." I grabbed the hem of his jumper and pulled him on top of me. 

We undressed each other quickly and I pushed him down on the sofa, making him sit down. I straddled his waist and guided his hard cock inside me. 

I fucked him hard and fast, his mouth sucked on my tit hungrily. His hands grasped my hips, making me move up and down on his shaft.

" Yes, fuck me like this." he murmured in my ear.

" Shut up and take it." I retorted back, moving up and down on him. His moans were music to my ears.

" More, please." he begged. " Take it all."

I bounced on him with all my force, my tits were moving up and down like jellies. My wavy hair was bouncing with every thrust, my nails dug into his shoulders. 

My ass was crashing on his thighs every time I bottom out on him. His hands caressed my body, pinching my nipples and squeezing my breasts. 

His mouth licked my neck and collarbone. " You are gonna make me cum again." I cried urging him to move. 

His hips lifted up and met me with every thrust, his shaft rubbing my walls making them clench. 

" Oh god, I am coming." I screamed in pleasure.

His fingers reached for my clit rubbing it in circular motions, I squirted on him, my orgasm was so powerful that I saw stars. 

My pussy clenched his dick so hard, that I milked him without any effort.  " Fuck." he shouted in pleasure, painting in white my pussy with his seed. 

I collapsed on him, his arms held me tight to him, and our chests were pressed together. 

He nuzzled his head on the side of my neck, kissing me softly. " I love you."

" And I love you too." I replied, my voice was muffled against his chest. I kissed his chest softly, feeling his heartbeat. 

We lay there for a while resting on each other's bodies, his dick was still twitching inside me.

He was still hard after coming, my brat had so much stamina that I could fuck him all night long and he would have been able to keep up.

" Round two." he murmured. My pussy clenched around him at the sound of his voice. 

" Bed." I replied.   He nodded his head, helped me up on my feet and led me to the bedroom. He pushed me down on the mattress and kissed me softly. 

His lips moved on my neckline, sucking my skin and marking it. His hand kneaded my tits, pinching my nipple between his fingers. 

His other hand caressed my inner thigh, his finger rubbing my clit in circular motions. I moaned loudly at the feeling, his tongue licked my earlobe making me tremble.

He removed his hand from my pussy and made me lie on my side, he spooned me from behind. He rubbed the tip of his dick on my butt crack, teasing me. 

His mouth kissed my neck softly, his teeth biting me hard. His lips moved to my ear, whispering something in English that I couldn't understand.

I arched my back in response, his hand cupped my butt cheeks spreading them open. He positioned his dick at my hole and pressed slowly inside. 

His dick stretched me wide, filling my asshole completely. I felt so full, his cock was twitching and pulsating inside me. 

His thrusts were slow but deep, his lips kissed my shoulder softly. His arm covered me holding me tight to him.

I moaned louder, my walls were clenching around his shaft. He fucked me slowly and carefully, his moans were deep in his throat. 

His hand reached my pussy and rubbed my clit, making me cry out in pleasure. His dick bottom out in my ass every time he thrust in me. 

" Yes, please." I moaned loudly, his thrusts became more needy and urgent. His dick fucked me in earnest.

My body was trembling all over, his lips were kissing my neck making me feel like heaven. My orgasm hit me, I moaned louder arching my back. 

My baby adamantly pounded me, and I held to his forearms tightly. His hand rubbed my pussy furiously, making me squirt once more.

I felt my ass clenching around his dick, milking his shaft. " Cum for me." I muttered against his neck.

His lips sucked my skin, his teeth biting hard. He bottomed out one last time inside me and came. 

His seed flooded my back door, filling me. He collapsed on me holding me tight in his arms. 

" You are so beautiful." he panted.

" You spoiled me too much." I purred kissing his hand. 

" I cannot help, I love you too much." he sealed our love for good.

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Jason with baby reader whose very affectionate with him but a total menace with everyone else?

Platonic Yandere Batfam x reader

Yesss obviously 💖💖💖 okay but like imagine something with me:

Reader being the youngest addition to the batfam, could be Bruce's bio kid or not, doesn't really matter. The only reason she even ended up at the Wayne Manor was because perhaps Gordon kinda begged Bruce to take you in because he doesn't want you to end in the horrible foster system of Gotham, just asking Bruce to look after you for a couple of months until Gordon can find a good home and adopt you himself.

Anyways, that doesn't happen because Gordon dies. So what was supposed to be a few months, ended up being an indefinite stay.

Okay usually this would be the point when their yandere tendencies start to show but let's say this time- it don't happen.

Look Bruce and the batfam are like super busy with that crime fighting life, believe it or not, vigilant-y life takes a lot of their time. When their not busy saving Gotham, they're either at home resting and recovering, or at work/school. They simply do not have time for family bonding.

Or so you thought.

You've seen the boys going to the "secret" batcave (u found out soon about their hero identities, cause you're smart like that.) and they spend a lot of time training, so they're definitely bonding. While you don't reveal that you already know about their identities and continue to play the fool, it still kinda... hurts to be surrounded by so many people who are supposed to be "family" yet don't treat you as such. Damian snaps at you anytime you ask if you could join him and the others on anything theire doing- even something as simple as just playing video games.

(And then i found out about Damian and Dick being each others fav siblings) Dick tries to be amicable but even he'd turn down hanging with you in favour of taking Damian out to the carnival, saying something along the lines of "Oh Y/n, its just- I haven't seen Damian in a looong time, and it'd be unfair to him if I brought you along because he's just been lookin forward to this outing for so long. Maybe we can do something next time?" But next time doesn't come around, with Dick always prioritising Damian over you.

You thought that Tim would be easier to spend time with, since he's home a lot more than others, but he's a workaholic to the core, and even of you did swing by with a coffee, just to check up on him, he'd plain out tell you to leave, to bother someone else because he just doesn't have the time. And yet there he was, talking for hours on the phone with Conner.

Jason was nice to you even though you initially thought he'd hate you like he hated Damian and well... his other brothers and Bruce as well. But surprisingly, you got along with him. Probably because he thought of you as this sweet kid who didn't know any better about the world, who just needs to be shielded by Gotham and more importantly- Bruce. Maybe that's why Jason talked to you- you're the only one in the house who's not a hero. Maybe that's what he needed: a healthy relationship with someone normal. And it would've been great if he actually hung around more than an hour. No, he was far too busy with ending criminals, or as he liked to tell you "my job doesn't allow me any holidays. Also, I hate Bruce and would swallow a cactus than stay in his home." But at least he brought you souvenirs from the around the world! His "job" had him travelling the world.

Perhaps the boys are just too busy, or don't like spending time with girls, so you decided to go to Bruce. But he's always busy, either with work or with Gotham, or with one of his sons. He is aware of your presence, he just doesn't exactly know what to do about it. With you not being a vigilante or exhibiting any qualities that he would deem extraordinary or impressive, he doesn't know what to do with you. Sure, he's set you an account where he's given you more than enough money to cover all your expenses and everything else, but that's all he gives. Just financing you until you're independent. He doesn't check in with you, not really interested in your average life, and he won't say it out loud but sometimes, he may have even forgotten about you. A few times, he may have taken you along with him to some galas with his sons, and when you're alone with him, you can sense that he's not... pleased? Content? Happy? Sure, he puts an arm around your shoulder and smiles for the cameras, but you can see the way his eyes wander around the room to find something more interesting, more worthy of his attention. The way he taps his fingers with unease, giving you curt replies and dismissive smiles when you tried to talk about schoo or anything, it all made you realise that you are not a child in his eyes.

You are a burden.

No. No, that couldn't possibly be the case. I mean, he took you in. Bruce wouldn't do that if he didn't care about you, right?

Still, to test that theory, you left the gala, alone and without informing anyone. Surely, he or one of the boys would notice your absence. Surely.

They didn't, even as the gala ended, they all left in their own cars, no one even thought to stop and wonder if you were riding with any of them. Hurt and depressed, you made the stupid decision of walking home in your fancy gown. Of course you'd be pulled in the alleyway and be mugged. The low lives decided that they wanted more than just your money, and when you realised their vile intentions, you began thrashing in their arms to break free, resulting in one of them punching your face repeatedly. Just when you thought all was lost, suddenly those pervs were thrown off you and were shot dead. You looked up and were surprised to find out who was your saviour-

Red Hood.

"Jason?"

"Y/n? I mean, who?" Jason was shocked to see you here, more so when you recognised it was him under the mask.

You rolled your eyes. "You can drop the act, Jay. I've known for a while." You groaned in pain as he helped you up. "Shit, you okay?" He asked, helping you walk towards a nearby bench. "Yeah. I mean I got mugged, but yeah..."

"Wait, what are you even doing out here this late?" You told him about the gala. "Soooo... why didn't you go home with them?"

You shrugged. "Just needed to confirm something."

"Yeah? And what's that?"

You remained silent, not wanting to discuss the topic further. Jason sighed before pulling out his phone. "I'm gonna call, Alfred. Have him send a car so pick you up." You grabbed his hand before he could dial.

"I cant- I don't want to go home." He raised a brow. "Why? What's wrong? Did Bruce do something? I swear to god I'll beat-" you shook your head. "No, Jay- look, I just need a break. If it's not too much to ask, can I spend the night with you? Or you can lend me some money and I'll stay at a hotel or something. Promise I'll go back home tomorrow."

Jason stared at you, trying to figure what's bothering you, but he also didn't want to push you by asking. So he nodded. "Of course, you can stay with me tonight. But only if you promise to make me your delicious chocolate chip cookies tomorrow." You smiled, nodding.

Jason took you to his apartment, cleaned up your wounds, cooked you dinner, cracked some jokes and then tucked you in bed. He actually tucked you in bed. He'd never know, but that simple gesture had you crying until you finally fell asleep.

When you returned home the next day, you weren't really surprised that no one had noticed you didn't return home last night.

No one in that house even knew how you were almost rap-

"Miss Y/n?" Alfred called from the kitchen, eyes wide as he took in your bruised face. "What happened? Are you alright?"

You nodded. "Yeah. I fell on the concrete pavement, someone pushed me accidentally-"

"Alfred?!" Bruce called from the dining room.

"You better go. And Alfred-" He stopped. "-don't mention this to him. I don't want him to worry over nothing."

Alfred nodded, leaving to serve Bruce and the boys breakfast. You don't think he'd tell Bruce and even if he did, you don't think he'd actually worry-

"Y/n?" Bruce was standing at your door, eyes narrowing at your face. "Alfred told me you fell?" He walked upto you, inspecting your face. Wait, did he actually came to check up on-

"How many times did you fell? Face first? Because that's a lot of bruises."

"It was a concrete pavement."

"We don't have concrete pavements in the house."

"I was out leaving from a cafe when I fell. Just wanted to eat some bagels." You continued to lie.

Bruce narrowed his eye at you before sighing. "Look, I don't have time for this. If you're in trouble, just tell me."

"I'm not."

"Then do you really expect me to believe that you fell? Is this a desperate cry for attention?" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "If you really did fall in public, "multiple times" as you claim, did you at least get a cab? I don't want anyone taking pictures of you like this and make headlines tomorrow about one of the Wayne kids being abused. I won't have you tarnish the family name."

What? Did he just- did he really say that?

"No. Its not-" you were interrupted by his phone ringing, and Bruce left you to take the call.

You sat there on your bed, dumbfounded and even more heartbroken than before, mind replaying the words over and over again, trying to make sense, make EXCUSES for him, that perhaps you misunderstood him.

But you didn't.

That day, you had finally given up on the batfam. You refused to make a fool of yourself any longer by hoping that one day they'd accept you. You were and always will be an outsider to them. You won't depend on him any longer, even for your finances.

Years went by and you worked hard on yourself to get admission in a highly prestigious college with a fully funded scholarship, all while you worked to handle your expenses. When you got your admission letter, you didn't even bother telling anyone at home about it. Instead, you went out for lunch with Jason to celebrate (who had been dropping by more regularly ever since that night you were mugged), who was more than overjoyed, ruffling your hair and telling you how proud he was of "the only sibling smart enough to bust him out of jail and retirement homes." Jason truly did want this for you- to be normal and go to college like other normal people.

You moved out of the Wayne Manor quietly and moved into your college dorms in a different city, where you found an even better job on the side. The job that now helped you save up enough money to start paying Bruce back for all the years he had to spend housing, clothing and feeding you.

After a couple of months, you were able to wrote your first cheque to Bruce. And if it weren't for the large sum of money and your name attached to it, Bruce wouldn't have realised that he hadn't talked or even seen you for a while. He didn't allow himself to feel guilty for thinking that he may have forgotten about your existence for quite some time.

Picking up the phone, he called you and asked you about the cheque.

"I'm paying you back." Bruce was a little surprised to hear the monotonous tone.

"For?"

"The money you spent on me all these years?"

"Why? And how are you even paying?"

"I've got a job." What? When did this happen? "Look, I gotta go. I have class." You cut the call, and what class? As far as he remembers, Alfred had said something about attending your high-school graduation earlier this year.

Were you in college?

No, no. If you were attending college, he would know. Surely, you'd tell him. And even if you didn't or he forgot, he would remember paying for your tuition. Or maybe he already was, from the account in your name where he sent monthly payments.

Curious, he called the bank, only to be informed that you haven't used the account in years! They did inform him that you opened a separate account, and since Bruce owned the bank, they let him see the account and what you've using it for.

That's how he found out about your college.

You were just leaving your class to go home when you spotted him leaving the Dean's office. Apparently you were not the only one who spotted him, as your classmates all started talking about the famous Bruce Wayne. As Bruce's eyes met yours, you immediately turned and walked the opposite way until you had left the campus, and you went home.

You weren't surprised to see his car outside your apartment. But you were a little surprised to see him in sitting inside your apartment, sitting on the couch with an unamused expression.

"What do you want?" You asked, dropping your bag.

Bruce raised a brow at you. "What? No, hello?" He sighed. "Why did you leave the campus after seeing me?"

"I don't want to be associated with you."

His gaze turned stern. "Why? Are you embarrassed?"

No, I hate you. "No one will take me seriously if they knew I was related to you. I just want to be-"

"-independent? Is that why you sent me this cheque?" Bruce pulled out the piece of paper and dropped it on your coffee table. "Why are you doing this?"

"I told you, I just wanted to pay you off."

"You don't need to. You're family."

Only on paper. You thought.

You shrugged. "Doesnt matter. I'm paying you back every cent."

Bruce stood up, walking right in front of you and it was just then that he realised how much you'd grown up. You looked nothing like the scared little kid who was always peeking from around corners. You had matured, far too much for your age. He could see the little bags under your eyes, the wrinkles on your forehead, the disdain in your eyes.

"Why are you trying to cut me out of your life?" Before you could argue, he put a hand up. "I saw the documents. You didn't list "Wayne" as a surname on your college documents. You're trying to distance yourself from the Wayne name? Are you in trouble? Have you done something... dishonourable?"

You scoffed. All these years and all he cares about is his public image.

"Dont worry, I haven't done anything to bring down your family name." You spat. "Look, just take the cheque and leave. You'll never hear from me again, either in the media or otherwise."

Bruce glared at you, clearly slighted. "You're being difficult for no reason." You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from going off on him.

He turned around to leave, not bothering to pick up the cheque.

"How'd you get inside?" You asked when he opened the door. You wanted to know, especially since you took all the right measures Jason taught you to stop anyone from breaking in.

He looked over his shoulder and smiled.

"I bought the building."

-

You moved to a new place the next day, after you found out that the landlord refused to accept payments from you, since "your father owns the building. You don't need to pay rent." You wish it was easier to change schools though because apparently the everyone now knows you're Bruce Wayne's kid, which everyone figured out when someone called "Y/n WAYNE, please report to the Dean's office", who showed you that he had the college administration fix the little mess up of "forgetting to add Wayne to your name in all the documents" and then told you that he's very grateful to your father for his very generous donation to the college.

Bruce didn't bother you much after that interaction, except for monthly cheques and cash he'd send you, but you're never using cashing them. He also sends you regular invites to galas and social gatherings or even family dinner at home. You don't go to Wayne Manor anymore, not unless absolutely necessary.

Like today, when Bruce called you to come home for a "family portrait" for a magazine or something because the article is covering about all the Wayne kids.

You could already feel your throat closing up as the Manor came into view. You were greeted at the door by Alfred, the man saying he missed your presence at the manor. You just smiled and nodded.

"No luggage?" He inquired, noting that you only brought backpack.

"No. I won't be staying long."

You started making your way towards your room when you passed Damian's room.

"Y/n?" Dick called out, surprised to see you after so long. Or at all? You'd wonder.

"Hey." You said, eyes darting from him to the room where Tim and Damian were, both just as stunned to see you there.

"So, um... how are you?" Dick asked, unsure how to proceed this conversation.

"Great." You replied before turning around and walking to your room, leaving the boys befuddled.

Luckily, the photographer came soon and started with the shoot, and if it weren't for the photographer continuing to tell you to scoot closer to your brothers until Dick just pulled you and you ended up being squished in between them. Had Jason been here, things would be way more comfortable. But since he's been declared dead to the world, he can't be a part of the family portrait.

And later on, its time for dinner and reader is leaving but Bruce calls her back, telling her to at least stay for dinner if not for the night, and you tell him "I can't, exams are coming up." And he replies "really? The schedule your Dean sent me doesn't show any exams coming up." And after some back and forth, you finally sit down at the dinner table, chewing your food silently while the others talked. You were almost finished and this miserable reunion was coming to an end when one of them started to talk about something that triggered you.

It could be anything, from badmouthing Jason to even telling you to get off your high horse and stop thinking that you're better than them just because you've been living on your own and shit.

That's when you just couldn't hold back your anger and went off on them. Everything you'd experienced, all the emotional abuse and neglect you'd been subjected to from them, you told it all.

With tears in your eyes, you left the manor, only to be kidnapped by the Joker. Bruce and his sons didnt say anything to each other that night, except for replaying your words over and over again, simmering in their own guilt silently. Well, that was until-

"She wouldn't know the sacrifices we had to make to keep her blissfully unaware and ignorant of all the crime outside!" Damian yelled. "Just to keep her wrapped up in this bubble, outside of which is a world where she wouldn't ever truly survive if it wasn't for us!"

"Damian-" Dick sighed frustratedly. "-she never asked us to do this all. We chose this life, long before she came along. It's unfair."

"Unfair??? Then how could she claim she didn't feel "protected" when all we've done is slave over making this hellhole safe! How can she say that from the comfort of this home? She's nothing but ungrateful to us and to father! I'm telling you Grayson, if the tables were turned, she wouldn't ever make the sacrifices to save us!" Damian yelled before slamming the door on his way out.

Dick pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes as he asked Tim. "Do you... think we've failed her?"

Tim was staring at the ceiling, keeping his thoughts to himself. He definitely felt guilty, he remembers the way he would dismiss you.

Tim's silence was enough answer for Dick, though the two didn't know what to do next.

Thankfully, Alfred did.

"Miss Y/n forgot her phone here last night. Should I parcel it-"

Tim was already out of his seat, grabbing it. "No, I'll take it to her." Turning around, he saw Dick also standing.

"We'll take it to her. Thanks Alfred."

-

10 hours later, the two brothers stood outside your apartment. They knocked, but you didn't answer.

"Maybe she's at college?" Dick wondered. "Wanna wait here or go- Tim, wait for me!" His younger brother was already down the stairs when they saw Jason outside.

"What are you two dimwits doing here?" Jason asked, actually surprised to see them there.

"Y/n forgot her phone." Tim said, pulling out your phone. "She's not home. We're going to her college."

Jason's brows furrowed. "Why? She doesn't have classes today. We were supposed to meet for breakfast."

Dick couldn't help but feel slightly jealous of your relationship with Jason. Were you always this close to him? And why Jason, he was home far less than any of them.

Jason moved past them to your apartment, a spare key in his hand. "Maybe she just doesn't want to see you two."

Again, Dick couldn't help the envy that creeped up on him at the sight of Jason using a spare key to let himself in, the feeling only intensifying when he spotted many frames with pictures of you and Jason together.

After checking the whole place, you weren't there. Now, it was time for Jason to start panicking, as he asked them what happened at the manor, and he blew up at them as well for pissing you off like that.

When they had confirmed that you weren't in college or had ever returned to the city yesterday, they all went into panic mode as they informed Bruce about you going missing.

They all rushed back to Gotham, where Bruce had already pulled up CCTV footage of the place where you were last seen, hearts dropping when they saw someone come up from behind and knock you out, before kidnapping you. But no matter how much they searched for you, how many goons they beat up, they couldn't find you.

It is during this time that their yandere tendencies start to develop.

And it wasn't until a week later when they received a hint about your whereabouts, and they finally found you, in a warehouse, chained to the ceiling, a shock collar around your neck, all bruised and beaten because come on, Joker ain't gonna go easy on you.

The torture he subjected you to, it was almost comparable to the one Jason had to suffer. You were unnervingly still, and they couldn't help but wonder whether you were... dead.

That was until the shock collar went off and you screamed as your body jolted, Joker's manically laughing in the shadows.

"She's a tough one, much better than the wannabe Robin! I've been shocking her, waterboarding her, whipping her all week but she refused to tell me your real identities! I was starting to believe her when she said she didn't know, but it's just fun seeing her writhe in pain-!"

They beat Joker up, while one of them takes the collar and chains off you. You'd passed out from pain and exhaustion, and when you woke up, you were back in your room at the manor. While you were unconscious, Jason did end up revealing about how you actually did know about them being vigilantes, further intensifying their guilt and increasing their yandere tendencies, after all they do realise how they've failed to protect you.

So the story from here progresses on to when reader is actually forced by the family to stay in the manor to heal, all while their need to protect you increases the more you refuse their help.

When your injuries have healed and you're ready to leave, but they don't let you. Bruce tries to approach you, gently telling you that you need to be at home with your family, where you're safe. He wants one more chance at righting all his wrongs, he won't shy away- he admits he's made mistakes in the past with you. You back away when he tries to come closer to you.

"You don't get to choose to make up for your mistakes when you feel guilty, not when I had to spend all those years learning to live with your horrible parenting."

Tim spoke up next, telling you to just listen to what he has to say, but you cut him off with a dismissive hand.

"This is how you used to brush me away whenever I came to you, like I was some sort of fly, always too busy, too much of a hassle to even reply to a simple hello. So, why should I give you my time of the day now?"

Dick tries the comforting approach too, surely you don't hate him as much since he wasn't even around that much in the first place to cause you any hurt, promising you that he will do better this time. But you shut him down quickly too.

"I was never a priority for you then. I used to sit on these stairs, waiting for you day and night to finally be able to spend time with you. I know better by now than to trust your false promises."

Damian had a melt down next because you insulted his favourite brother. He went off on you that you never had to suffer through the same trauma as he or any of them did. How it's unfair that you don't give them another chance, how you don't understand that the Wayne's aren't a perfect family because of all the horrible things they've had to and still do go through on a daily basis.

You stared at him for a few moments before replying.

"I was almost r*ped."

The room went deadly silent, Bruce's mouth agape, Damian's eyes widening, while Dick and Tim turned pale.

"The night we went to that gala, you guys all left without me. I was pulled in an alley, mugged and almost r*ped if it weren't for Jason." You chuckled dryly. "What's worse is that none of you even bothered to call me, or even noticed that I hadn't returned home that night. I could've been dead in a ditch and none of you would've noticed for months, if not years." You wiped the tear that escaped your eye. "None of you attended my graduation, none of you noticed I had left for college, not until I sent a cheque to Bruce. I've buried you all in my past, and if it helps you sleep at night, I have forgiven you as well but I will never forget."

You looked at Damian. "And just because you've gone through some shit Damian, doesn't mean I'm undeserving of love and respect. I've experienced traumatising incidents too but the difference between you and me is that I don't use them an excuse to be a fucking dickhead."

You heard a car honk from outside. "Jason's here to drive me home- my home."

But before you could take another step, Tim had injected you with something. You jumped back, holding the puncture wound on your neck.

"W-what did you do?!" You yelled at him, and Tim only shrugged. "What's necessary."

You heard another honk, and this time, you opened your mouth to yell for Jason, only to have a hand slap over your mouth, muffling your screams for help. It was Dick, as he quickly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest, dragging you away from the door as Bruce ordered Tim to put the whole house on lock down mode (essentially an impenetrable fortress), while Damian went outside to release his anger on Jason, both for failing as a brother to you (not that he'd ever admit it) and for Jason being clearly your favourite.

And from here on, you're being constantly coddled by the batfam (except for Jason since he does actually want to save u from the batfam). Bruce is always the first one to greet you every morning, and if you're still asleep when he comes, he might get away with patting your hair without you flinching away. He'd greet you, tell you he's expecting you to join him downstairs for breakfast. You simply turn your back to him, pulling the covers over your head, not bothering to reply to him, hoping to catch a break in this goddamn house.

You're only able to spare yourself for a few moments before the covers are yanked off you and you're greeted by the cheery voice of Dick. "Good morning, baby bird!" He'd yell before pulling you up and of the bed by your arms, and then to his chest, spinning you around as you try to escape his crushing grip. He's not fazed at all, mostly because he views you as a tiny little feral kitten who just needs a lot of love and snuggles. He drags you down for breakfast, everyone else already seated. You're seated between Dick and Bruce so that you can't run away, and also because Bruce makes it a habit of talking to you on various topics, usually about the book he'd leave on your bed. You would talk to him at first, but after a few weeks, you got bored with the silent treatment.

If its Dick's day with you, he spends most of the time trying to do anything and everything. No activity is off the table. Baking? Hell yes, but he's the only one who laughs after he intentionally throws flour at your face and fails at starting a food fight when you just leave. You wanna play board games? He's pulled out every board game in history and he very obviously let's you win. Movie night? He's build a fort (that he claims you two built together. You didn't, you just stood there while he built it.) And has all the classic films, pulls you close so that he can nuzzle his cheek with yours (again, not fazed by you trying to scratch his face off). Sometimes, he'd even bring you to the gymnasium (because Bruce can afford to build one in his house), where he lowkey forces you to learn about gymnastics, but at least he's a good spotter, cause you never get hurt.

If its Tim's day with you, he makes you spend the whole day just... with him. Look he's sleep deprived, he's lanky, he doesn't have a lot of energy like Dick or Damian, but what he does have is... perseverance. Tim will literally handcuff you to him if it means making sure you stay by his side. If he's getting coffee, youre getting coffee with him (he makes you a cup). If he's sleeping, you're right there, either get comfy and sleep next to him, or stay up and be bored because he's dead asleep. If he's in the batcave reviewing CCTV footage, you're there with him all day and even nights. He just wants to the remorse of dismissing you before to go, almost like he's trying to make up for all the time he wasn't there when you needed him, to now being in your business every second of the day.

If its Damian's turn with you, he's... weird. He doesn't actively make you do anything with him, it's more like having you observe him. He'd have you sit on the side and watch him train for hours on the end, rudely refusing to let you go do something else, or even train with him. He's playing with Titus? You're supposed to be watching him teach Titus tricks. He's going for a walk? No, you're the one who's walking while he's running laps past you. It's like he's trying to impress you to make up for his shitty words and behaviour.

As for Bruce, he likes to spend his time with you on a schedule. Have breakfast with him, then go on a jog around the estate, then accompany him to his home office where he works while you do college work (because obv, he shifted you to online education), and he definitely annoys you by standing over you while you study, not helping you until you ask for it but also not leaving so you feel intimidated under his stare and continue to make mistakes. Then have lunch at noon, followed by him giving you a puzzle or one of those fake crime files to solve, he likes to stimulate your brain and see how it works. This activity takes time so by the time you're done, Alfred has prepared supper. You both have dinner and then you both go to the library to read, because he wants to something less stimulating to the mind as your bedtime nears. Then he tucks you in bed, sits by your side and gives you a lot of positive affirmations (which he picked up from the parenting books in his library), before kissing the top of your head and leaving.

As for Jason, since he still insists on "saving" you, he's not allowed to see you. He can try breaking in all he want, he can't outsmart the Batman.

Or can he?

I had to type this on mobile with henna on my hands.

Yall better be grateful.

[luna0713hunter]

Izana picks up the phone after the second ring-

"hey princess, what's up-"

"Izana-" you whine, clutching the phone with one hand and the other wrapping around your stomach, "come over please!"

You hear shuffling and some yelling on the other side,before your boyfriend yells out a 'I'll be right there baby!' and then just when you hear the engines humming to life,he hangs up the phone.

You whine and bury your face in his pillow;since you woke up that morning,your cramps were kicking your ass. You kept getting hot flashes,and craving sweets didnt help either. And you knew your boyfriend was a busy man,but on these days you liked to be selfish and have him to yourself.

And just as you were about to call him again,the door to your bedroom bursts open; revealing a very disheveled Izana panting in your doorway.

You stare at him for a long moment,before blinking.

"Izana....wha-"

"who should i kill,babe?" He pants,wild violet eyes darting around the room as he rushes to your side to check your body for any injuries, "who dared to touch my pretty girl?"

And you just...blink at him; because sometimes,you forget how much of an idiot your boyfriend actually is. Despite being a smart captain, he's actually a silly little boy trapped in a bigger silly boy's body.

"izana."

Violet eyes turn toward you.

"yeah?!"

You pause.

"I'm on my period."

And Izana just blinks. Then,you watch as realization dawn on his face.

"you mean,no attackers?"

"none. Just mother nature."

"and no injuries?"

"i mean,i am getting torn apart inside?"

Izana nods,and in the next second, he's running out of the door. Your jaw drops as you stare at his empty spot; surely he didnt freak out because of your period???but then again,you never knew what's going on inside that head of his. So without any option,you rest your back against the headboard and message your abdomen.

Not even ten minutes later,the door of your bedroom bursts open again;with Izana standing proudly at the threshold. He gives you a blinding grin and raises his hand in the air to jingle the two or three plastic bags in his hand.

"Iza,what-?"

"look what I've got, princess!"

He drops the items in your lap,and you gasp excitedly upon spotting rows and rows of chocolate bars and sweets. You snap your head in his direction,and he almost swoons at how adorable you look;with your eyes shining innocently.

"all of this for me?"

He leans down and kisses your forehead softly.

"all for you, my princess."

@milky-aeons

[mntozakii]

sugar — lee haechan

pairing: haechan x female reader

tags: stepcest, age gap (6 years), unprotected sex, haechan is a little bit insane but it's fine ☹️

note: been having haechan brainrot so plz enjoy this

minors do not interact and all characters are in legal age

[unedited]

before your first encounter with the boy, his father has warned you that his son can be very mischievous. it turned out to be wrong because the haechan that you met was silent, you didn't have to know that he was actually angry. he believed that a pretty girl like you shouldn't be around men like his father, he knew that his workaholics father will neglect you in the future.

much to your delight, haechan warmed up and became closer to you since his father is always on a business trip. haechan just absolutely adore the way his father's young trophy wife showed up to his soccer games, coding competition, and took care of him like a good mommy. in return, he gave you a lot of affection and love. your sweet boy haechan who never disrespect you, listened to you more than his father, and indulged into your silly little hobbies. he didn't mind to follow around the store like a kicked puppy as you spend his father's black card.

haechan who can't be mean with you. at first, he wanted to make your life miserable but you were so kind and lovely to him. you think of him so fondly that it never crossed on your mind that he's taking advantage of you.

haechan who whines about his sore back so you will massage him and he finds it amusing that you laugh whenever he moans, if only you knew that haechan creamed his pants.

haechan who loves to share his food and feels his pupils dilate whenever your mouth opens nicely as he feeds you.

haechan who offers to do the laundry so he can steal your panties, he secretly touches himself with the flimsy silk.

to be honest, you weren't bothered with haechan's behaviour since you've seen how the boy acted around his relatives and friends. you assumed that it was only natural for him to be so attached with you, after all you're his new mother.

haechan has to thank his parents for making baby as his nickname because now he gets to hear you call him baby everyday.

"baby, don't forget to eat your breakfast"

"haechan baby, can you help me with the grocery?"

"good job baby, you're so smart"

four years went by and your sweet sunshine is no longer a pretty boy, he stood taller than you and looked intimidating than ever. however, he was still the same cheeky boy you've know. haechan attended law school, following his father's path. to be frank, it wasn't his first option but you had beg so prettily for him to listen to his father.

even though haechan was hundred miles away from you, he will still occasionally visit you. besides, he texted you everyday and updated you with everything. you knew the names of the professors that he hated, his pretentious classmates, and his roomate jeno.

"i want to see your face" haechan sent a selfie of him on bed with his messy brown hair.

"i'm on a date" you sent a selfie with his father which he replied with an eye roll emoji. you probably laugh at his choice of emoji but he genuinely felt pissed off. all he wanted was to see your face and he got a picture of the old man kissing your cheek.

"i miss having meals with you" haechan sent a picture of his pathetic dinner that consisted of ramen, few packs of sandwiches, and milk.

"my baby, please eat a proper meal" you sighed as you looked at his simple dinner, you'll remind your husband to pay extra attention to his allowance.

when haechan had few days off from school, he decided to suprise you by taking a flight home. upon his arrival, he was flustered to hear choked cries coming from your room. he knows that his father was home so he opted to peek from behind the door, his face turned into a soft frown when he saw your naked body on his father's lap.

"honey, please, i want to have a child with you" his heart burned with jealousy watching you hold his father's face as you cried, he never get to see your vulnerability before.

"i feel alone, the house seems so empty without haechan. it is a perfect timing for us to raise a child together, right?" his heart broke seeing your attempt to convince his father, haechan felt your frustration by the strong grip on the older man's shirt. he never know that you felt alone while he was away, he felt even worse when the accompany that you now wanted was in a form of a child.

"my sweetheart, i understand how you feel but can you wait for a few more months? once everything is settled at the firm, we will talk about this again" haechan had to physically control himself from letting a scoff, he knew that his father's promise meant nothing. the younger man headed to his room while he waited for his father to return to his office.

as soon as he heard the car left, he went outside to find you. his lips turned into a smirk when he saw you eating a pint of ice-cream, he was quick to attack you with a tight hug. you let out a shriek before hitting his chest when you realised it was haechan.

"haechan, you didn't tell me that you were coming home!" you reciprocated his hug and chuckled when the brunet pecked you on the cheek.

"i wanted to surprise you" he mumbled as he wiped the cream at the corner of your lips, he pulled you to the couch and kept you close to him. he wrapped his hand around your shoulder as he listened to you while the movie play mindlessly in the background.

"baby, have some" haechan smiled when you fed him the ice-cream. he found it very cute when you call him baby because he liked to take advantage of it, it almost felt like you will always forgive him for his mistakes.

haechan loved whenever you wear polo shirt especially if it was paired with a mini skirt. today, you were wearing his favourite white shirt paired with a midi skirt. you looked so beautiful, he can't help but to stare at your thighs through the slit of the skirt.

"why are you so pretty today? i want to play with you" his hand slid inside the skirt before he softly rubbed your inner thigh while maintaining eye contact with you. it wasn't unusual for haechan to be clingy but he should never touch you in that way.

"haechan, what are you doing?" your heart pounded heavily when his hand dangerously headed north.

"baby, your hand—" you tried to push it away but it was no use, his grip only tighten on your body. haechan leaned closer to leave wet kisses on your neck, he missed you so much.

"no— haechan, we cannot do this" your second attempt to shove him away failed since he was so much stronger than you, he didn't even budge at all.

"hmm, why can't we do this?" his mellifluous voice whined before he pulled you to his lap, his hands rested on your side as he eyefucked you.

"my father doesn't want to put a baby into you and i want to do the opposite of that, isn't that good?" his voice made the question sounded so innocent meanwhile in reality, he was talking about making you pregnant with his child. he must've overheard your talk with your husband, you wanted to believe that haechan was just confused with his feelings towards you.

"haechan, your father will get very mad at you" you mumbled as you reached for his hands, holding them tightly so he won't touch you again. haechan admired your effort to put him in his place, it was an adorable attempt. he easily pulled his hands away from you before carrying you to his room, he made sure to lock the door before cornering you to his bed.

"baby, baby, baby" he mocked the way your small voice always call for his name, he took off his shirt and sat on the bed. you can't help but to notice how different he looked now, his body was becoming lean and his features has developed into a handsome man. haechan held your hand as you stood still with guilt written all over your face.

was it your fault for spoiling haechan rotten until he thinks that he can get whatever he wants?

was it your fault for not creating a clear boundaries with your step son?

was it your fault for getting a little aroused with his little antics today?

"mommy, give me a chance to please you" haechan begged with the prettiest doe eyes ever, you are aware that you can say no, leave his room, and pretend that nothing happened but something inside you was thrilled to see more of him.

haechan grew impatient waiting for your reply, he decided to have you on his lap again before a brilliant idea popped out.

"you can tell me to stop and i will" haechan promised before he unbuttoned your shirt, he tried to read your expression but failed to do so. haechan chuckled seeing purple bruises all over your chest, you must had a steamy night yesterday.

"my father is a greedy bastard, isn't he?" he muttered before doing the exact thing that his father did to you last night, except haechan was aiming for your neck.

"baby, not on the neck, he will notice it" you pulled on his hair to take a look at his face, he seemed to be disappointed when he failed to mark you.

his hands gently groped on your tits and nipples, he alternated in between sucking, biting, and pulling on your hard buds. haechan felt his ego skyrocketed when you started to whimper and begged for more.

haechan positioned you to lay down comfortably on his bed before he took off your panties, he kept the skirt on because it looked lovely on you. haechan couldn't believe that he was finally staring at your naked body, he had been fantasizing this for years.

"such a pretty pussy" haechan praised you and chuckled when he noticed your hole clenched at nothing, he didn't know that you were already leaking wet.

"hmm, it's so tight, does he not fuck you at all?" haechan queried as he stuffed your hole with his middle finger, he moaned seeing you tighten around his digit. since he was eager to satisfy you, he added another finger and played with your clit using his other hand.

instead of making you reach your high, haechan kept on edging until you became so frustrated. he will rub your clit in the most delicious circles and stopped whenever you're almost close. the moment when he noticed your legs started to twitch, he will take his hand off your pussy and let you cry for more.

"haechan, don't be mean to me" you had to hold back a sob because you've been denied for so many times and it felt so painful. you tried to touch yourself but he gently smacked your clit as a warning, he wanted to see you come on his cock instead of his fingers. he got on top of you and let your legs rest on his shoulders, he gave a few kisses on your calf before pulling out his dick.

"i prepped you so well, you should be able to take it like a good girl, right?" he rubbed the tip on your entrance and slightly pushed the tip to elicit another moan from you.

one thing that haechan had always dreamt off was kissing you, he had various imagination to kept him on edge whenever he jerked off. he used to imagine fucking you on the mattress that you share with his father, he also fantasized about fucking you in the kitchen too. today, he will do everything that he wanted for so many years.

haechan bit his lip as he slowly pushed himself inside your warm cunt, it felt so fucking good that he wanted to cry. haechan leaned closer to kiss your lips and giggled when he tasted the lip gloss, you had put it on him for fun before but it tasted so much sweeter on your lips.

"baby, what's so funny?" you asked then laughed when he shrugged it off and hid his face on your chest as his hips kept on thrusting into your poor hole.

"this is better than everything i used to dream off" haechan admitted before pulling you into another kiss, you realised that the brown haired boy liked to be messy when kissing. he was so desperate and wanted to swallow you whole if he could, he slowly trailed down to your neck and started to suck and bite on it.

"baby, be gentle with it" you reminded him as you caressed his hair, you admitted that he was doing so well and it scared you. the younger boy decorated your neck with fresh red marks before he intertwined your hands together.

"i'm going to fill you up with my seed, get you pregnant with my child, that'll make you a real mommy" haechan whispered before he continued to fuck you real hard, every each of his thrust hits your cervix and drove you to madness.

"baby, no— haechan, you have to pull out" your hands weakly push him away but it only fueled him to pound your hole mercilessly, he knew that you were close and he wanted to come together. a few more penetration and haechan felt your walls contracted tightly around his veiny cock, he shot ropes of warm semen inside your pussy.

you can't help but to whine at the warm feelings inside you, haechan panted softly as pulled you into a tight hug. he caressed your messy hair and adored the marks he left on your body.

"did i do a good job, mommy?"

[readychilledwine]

Light in the Hallway pt 2

Summary - One year has passed since the birth of your son and you and Eris could not be more proud.

Warnings - parenthood, brief mention of ppd and mental health, babies, emotional reader, emotional Eris

A/N - I have 2 other fics queued for today, but will be mostly away from my phone. Today is a very big day in our house, so I will be celebrating with my Sophia and family.

✨️Light in the Hallway pt 1✨️

🔥Eris Masterlist🔥Master Masterlist🔥

The Forest House was quiet as Eris walked to the nursery he knew you and the baby boy you two shared would be in.

365 days had passed.

365 days of love, light, and learning. 365 days of fatherhood, of learning to parent better than what his own father had done. 365 days of loving you on a deeper level than he had ever known.

Eris entered the room where you sat, having good morning kisses with the one year old princeling, “There he is.” Eris held his arms out, expecting Conley to reach for him, smiling as the little boy exclaimed dada before wiggling to get away from you.

“Dada wants good morning kisses too,” you cooed so gently. “All the kisses today.”

Eris took his son and looked at you, “365 days. 8760 hours. 525600 minutes.”

You could only nod, the tears already beginning to form, “So much love and so many memories.” You wiped tears of joy, sadness, of bliss. “Remember how little he was?” It felt like yesterday for you, like you had just been handed this perfect little being you'd worked so hard to create. And now? Now that little being was a year old, you and Eris a year wiser.

Your sweet boy had grown so much. He looked more and more like Eris every day. Sharp whiskey like eyes, curling Autumn red hair, freckles over buttery soft pale skin. He was so handsome and smart. Too smart at times.

In the past year, Conley had learned to crawl, to climb. He had learned mama, dada, to shake his head no. He'd learned to eat mostly by himself, and he'd be walking any day now. Eris had told you nightly how proud of his son he was already, how proud of you he was.

This was all he'd never known he wanted and knowing you were considering blessing him with a second babe, it had Eris working harder to prove his dedication to the small family the two of you had created.

Parenthood had changed you two. Unless it was an emergency, Eris only allowed court business to be done Monday-Thursday. He reserved Fridays, Saturday, and Sundays for family and family only. Eris's life was for your son, that sweet boy he was tossing and catching. Rare laughter from your mate was ringing through the air as he had his fun.

“Breakfast is ready,” Eris used this voice every time he held his little Conley. One that was gentle, choking back the love he struggled to believe wasn't a weakness still, but your strong mate failed in that task. His hand reached Your face, holding your cheek as his thumb swiped a few stray tears. “You, my little fox, have done an amazing job as a mother so far. You exceed my expectations every turn, y/n.”

A muted sob left your throat, that insecurity laid to rest as he continued, “You surpass even my mother with your love, gentleness, and devotion to myself, our son, and our family. Autumn is lucky to have such a strong High Lady. I am lucky to have such a selfless, kind, and loving wife. Pumpkin buns here is lucky you are his mother. He won the baby lottery with you.”

Another sob left you as Eris pulled you into his arms, little hands immediately tangling into your messy hair as if Conley was joining the hug. You lifted your head, kissing Eris's jawline, then Conley's nose. “I'm not the only one who deserves praises,” you leaned into Eris's chest. “You have proven to be an amazing father.”

Eris shook his head, “You can praise me once my family leaves.” That tone held an innuendo, a request you would not be denying. “Good,” he purred when he saw your blush. “I look forward to my reward.”

Comfortable silence fell between the three of you, Eris stroking your spine lovingly.

“Breakfast will get cold if we stand he-”

“Let it,” Eris murmured to you. “Let it get cold if it means I get this moment alone with the two of you.” A soft kiss found the top of your head as content babbling began.

You whispered softly to your son, “Happy birthday, baby.”

Eris smiled wide, “Yes, happy birthday, my beautiful baby boy.” You two leaned in, kissing chubby cheeks and squishing them as belly giggling began. “You are the greatest blessing I have ever been given, Conley.” Eris kissed his son's fat cheek again. “Daddy loves you so much. You and your beautiful mother.”

“We love you too,” you held yourself together.

“Thank you,” he looked at you. “Just.. thank you.” The unspoken was known:

For giving him a chance, for saving him from the darkness that was consuming him before you, for never running from him, for staying, for making him a father.

“And thank you,” your unspokenness was known as well:

For loving you at your very worst, for supporting your dreams, for staying when you were suffering the deepest pits of postpartum, for giving you a baby, for letting you have a baby though he didn't know if he wanted one.

“Shall we go eat,” his voice was tight. “Feed this hungry growing boy?”

Conley began to bounce, anxious to move and adventure. “That's a yes. Would you like me to carry him?”

Eris shook his head, “Our whole parenting journey has been breaking Autumn traditions. It's time the court learns what a father's love is. I will carry him to his birthday Breakfast.”

As you two left the nursery, resounding joy was filling the halls. Laughter from the royal family that had been silenced by Beron now carried in the wind to the villages and towns. Laughter brought on by happiness only the security and safety love could bring. You held Eris's free hand as you two went to the dining room doors.

Long gone were the dark heavy wooden ones carved with Beron's story

A story of death that had the former High Lord seen more as a God than a male. They had been replaced with an intricately carved oak featuring the likeness of the oldest apple tree in Autumn's sacred orchard, the one brought back to life through Eris and his sacrifice to the land. You two had been married under it, had your mating ceremony under it, and tonight, Conley's first birthday party would be held in that sacred tree.

You two paused for one last moment, just the three of you. Eris put two fingers under your chin, leaning in to kiss you. “I love you,” he whispered as he pulled back.

“Love you,” you repeated. “Shall we survive your family now?”

He scoffed and bounced Conley, “With you two by my side, I just might.” The guards took the queue to open the doors, Conley's big birthday celebration beginning.

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[daisyblog]

Audition

Young Love Masterlist Summary: Louis auditions for The X Factor, One Direction is formed and the boys meet YN and Mia.

With an eight month old Mia sat on YN’s lap, biting at her little bunny’s ear as she held it tight in her hand, they both kept Louis company whilst he got ready, readjusting his tie as he looked in the mirror.

“Dada!”.

“Does Daddy look smart? Would you give me a yes?”. Louis turned to the sound of Mia’s voice, reminding him why he was doing what he was doing.

YN smiled at their interaction, quickly lifting Mia up so she could have a cuddle with Louis. “Say it’s definitely a yes from us”.

Louis looked between his daughter and YN, a large smile appeared replacing the nerves. “My biggest supports ey”.

“Always!”. They shared a sweet peck before Jay called upstairs to tell them it was time to leave.

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Jay and YN stood at the side of the stage as Louis walked to his spot in front of the judges. Mia was in her mother’s arms, looking around and fascinated by the lights and the busy backstage area.

“Hello!”. Louis Walsh greeted Louis who wore a large grin, showing of his young white smile.

”Hiya, you alright?”. Louis brought the microphone up to his mouth, the nerves began to kick in.

“What’s your name?”.

Still wearing his toothy grin, he spoke into the microphone. “I’m Louis Tomlinson!”.

“Louis Tomlinson…and Louis how old are you?”.

“I’m eighteen!”.

“Eighteen…and where are you from?”. Louis continued to ask questions trying to get to know the young boy more.

“I’m from Doncaster!”. The audience sat behind the judges burst into cheers and clapping at the name of the town.

“Doncaster…and why do you think you’ve got The X Factor?”. The older judge asked the big question.

“I-I…I dunno I just love singing and this means so much to me…and I wanna do me daughter proud”. Louis let the words flow out, trying not to let his nerves get the better of him.

At the mention of having a daughter, Nicole couldn’t help but join in with the questions. “Awe you have a daughter?”.

“Uh yeah…she backstage”. Louis explained, taking a glance back at his mum, YN and Mia.

“How old is she?”.

“Eight months!”. Louis’ shoulders naturally rises with pride when he talks about Mia.

Nicole gave Louis a sweet smile. “I’m sure she’s very proud of you”.

After checking what song he was going to audition with, the judges gave Louis the go ahead to begin.

Backstage, Jay wrapped her arm around YN as they both stood praying that he would get the answers he was desperate to hear.

“When I was young…I never knew…What this thing called love…Could do to you…But since you been gone…And I've been on my own…I've been feeling quite peculiar…But I'll get by without your smile…I'll get through without you…But I wish it was me you chose…I wish it was me you chose…I wish it was me you chose…I wish it was me you chose-”.

Simon raised his hand to stop him. Louis looked up, annoyed with himself that Simon had asked him what other songs he had prepared for his audition.

“Hey There Delilah!”.

“Yeah yeah!”. Simon encouraged Louis to sing the alternative song instead. Jay and YN began to worry that the judges may not give Louis the chance he deserved.

“Oh, it's what you do to me…Oh, it's what you do to me…Oh, it's what you do to me…Oh, it's what you do to me, what you do to me”.

Louis couldn’t help but explain how nervous he was and Nicole reminded him that she thinks he has an amazing connection with music and she really likes him.

Simon complimented Louis on his style, the uniqueness in his voice and how much he liked him too. Louis Walsh explained how likeable he was and he could see how people were going to root for him.

“I’m saying yes!”. Louis gave the first yes.

“I’m saying yes!”.

“Louis, you’ve got three yeses!”.

Louis’ smile got bigger and bigger with each yes. “Thank you so much!”.

Walking off the stage, he was greeted by two excited women and a little baby who oblivious to what was happening.

YN jumped into Louis’ arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m so proud of you!”.

Mia was now in Jay’s arms, but that didn’t stop her from pulling her first born in for a cuddle. “I’m so proud of you my boy!”.

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Louis had gone through to the bootcamp stage of the competition, which required the contestants to perform a choreographed dance routine and sing another song to the judges.

It has been a couple of days and YN and Mia had been by Louis’ side the entire time, staying at a hotel near by so Louis could still see his young daughter.

When Louis’ name wasn’t called to go through to judges houses, YN and Jay prepared themselves to comfort a disappointed and upset Louis.

As they both waited outside of the building ready to wrap Louis up in their arms full of warmth and love, YN couldn’t stop her thought from spiralling out. “It’s their loss anyway…they can’t see good talent when it’s right in front of them…Louis went in there and gave it his all…I’m not watching X Factor again”.

But little to YN’s knowledge that inside the building that a plan is being put together. A member of the grew had explained that some people had been called back to the stage.

“Zayn Malik…Liam Payne…Harry Styles…Niall Horan…and Louis Tomlinson”.

The five young lads stood together in a line in front of the judges, waiting in anticipation of what was going to be said. They had experienced a lot of upset and disappointment in the last hour and they couldn’t handle anymore rejection.

“You’re too talent to let go of…we think it would be a good idea to have two separate groups”. Nicole explained to the two groups stood on stage.

“We’ve decided to put you both through!”.

Each of the five boys exploded with happiness, moving around the stage, jumping onto eachother and crying into the others arms.

As soon as Louis saw his mum, YN and Mia, he ran towards them shouting with happiness and excitement. “I’m though…I’m in a band!”.

“Wait…what? But I just said I’m not going to watch X Factor anymore because they didn’t put you through”. YN wore a a confused look on her face, wondering what had changed since she had last spoken to Louis.

“Well you’re gonna have to bloody watch it now ‘cause we’re through to judges houses!”. Louis pulled his mum, YN and Mia into his arms for a much needed family cuddle.

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For the boys to get to know each other and practice for their trip to judges houses, they all went to stay at Harry’s step-father’s house in Holmes Chapel for a week.

Despite it being a two hour journey from Holmes Chapel to Doncaster, the four boys had agreed to travel with Louis back to his hometown to see YN and Mia, knowing how much he was missing them.

“So what’s YN like then Lou?”. Liam asked as they got closer to Louis’ mum’s house.

“She’s special…she’s uh…she’s kind, she’s beautiful inside and out…and she’s an amazing mum to our Mia”. Louis had missed YN and Mia the last few days, but talking about them made him realise how hard this journey with the band was going to be.

“I still cant believe you have a daughter man…that’s just crazy”. Niall was still in disbelief that Louis had a young child.

“Well you’re about to see Dad Louis”. He announced as he took a turn into his mum’s driveway.

Knowing Louis and the boys were on their way, YN couldn’t help but keep checking by the window to see if they had arrived. She paced back and forth, trying to patiently wait for their arrival.

Once YN spots Louis’ car pull up into the driveway, she quickly picks Mia up from her place on the playmat where she had been playing with some toys. Opening the front door, she was greeted with five smiling faces.

“There’s my girls!”. Louis wasn’t embarrassed to show the boys this side of his life, in fact he was proud of his young little family.

The boys gave Louis a little space to share a much needed kiss and cuddle with YN, before he introduced them.

“Boys…this is YN…YN this is Liam, Zayn, Niall and Harry!”.

“Hi!”. YN gave each of them a sweet smile, knowing this was a big moment for them too.

“Dada!”. His favourite little voice spoke. Mia giving him a gummy smile.

Louis reached forward for Mia, holding her close to him. “And this is my little Mia!”. He turned to face the four boys. “Can you say hello?”. Louis tried to encourage Mia to wave.

“Hello…we’ve heard a lot about you”. Liam spoke to the young baby in Louis’ arms.

“Your dad talks about you all the time”. Harry was next to make a fuss.

“She’s the image of you isn’t she Lou”. Zayn observed from his spot next to Harry.

“I don’t really know how to talk to babies”. Niall said when he realised he hasn’t said anything.

The group shared an ice breaking giggle together but what set them off into more laughter was Mia giving Niall a toothless grin.

“Do you all want to come in? I can make you all a drink”. YN stood aside to allow the four boys into their home.

YN stood back and watched in awe at how the four boys had settled quickly and sat on the floor helping Mia to build with her blocks. Her little laugh appearing whenever one do them jokingly knocked it down.

“I guess Mia has four uncles now”. YN whispered to Louis as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

“Our family has just got bigger!”.

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joel miller x f!reader (one shot)

warnings/tags: sickening fluff, established relationship, no outbreak, sarah’s alive and well, some touching and kissing between reader and joel, still adult content but no p in v. mdni

word count: 2.6k

a/n: not edited much (that’s my motto) but i just kinda dumped this out in one go so it could be bad. who knows.

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“Dad!”

Ever since Sarah entered middle school she has become quite loud.

“Dad, there you are,” she barreled into the living room where you and Joel sat on the couch. “I need you to sign this.”

She pushes a piece of paper into his face along with a pen. He quints at it to read the small print. You grab it out of his hands when he tries to locate his glasses that are nowhere in sight.

“Oh the dance! How fun,” you handed it back to him and made sure he signed it as you shot Sarah a wink as she bounced happily on her toes.

You have been dating the single dad for around six months and you have grown quite close with Sarah. Joel has expressed how nervous he is about his baby girl getting older and all the things that come along with it. More than anything else he hates the idea of her dating. He signs the paper with his usual grumpy frown but does it nonetheless and in turn Sarah squeals and jumps up and down in excitement.

“Can you take me shopping tomorrow, I only have a week to shop for a dress,” Sarah put on her best puppy dog face that usually works on her father.

“I’m sorry angel I’ve got a job tomorrow,” he did look genuinely upset that he couldn’t spend the time with his daughter.

“I’ll take you, we can have a girls day,” you had been wanting to spend some one on one time with Sarah and this was the perfect opportunity.

“Oh my god, thank you!” She squealed again and jumped on you and wrapped you in a tight hug. She ran up the stairs talking mostly to herself about what kind of dress and makeup she was planning for her first dance.

“Thank you darlin’, you didn’t have to do that.” He rubbed your leg with his large warm hand and the other came up to hold your face as he kissed you tenderly.

“Oh please, I love that kid. Plus, I don’t think shopping is your forte,” you both laughed at how true that was.

Even though you’ve only been seeing Joel for a few months, you have never felt so at home. He and Sarah have welcomed you in like you were always meant to fit in their little family. You knew you were never one to have kids of your own but the young girl makes you feel more maternal than you ever have in your life.

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You and Sarah spend the day in the mall finding stores to invade and try on every dress possible. She finally settled on a beautiful deep purple shimmery one that made her look way older than she needed to, but it was appropriate. Afterwards you found the food court and dug into some pizza and garlic knots.

“So… since your dad will never bring this up… are you going with anyone to the dance? Like maybe a boy? or girl, I don't judge.”

You knew she probably didn’t want to talk about it as pre-teens never do but you wanted to make sure she wasn’t going to do anything stupid. Her cheeks blushed a deep shade of crimson but she giggled slightly, telling you there was someone.

“I mean… I’m not going with anyone but my friends but…”

She was avoiding telling you the truth, maybe because she thought you’d rat her out to her dad.

“Look Sarah… I'm not asking to be a snitch, I just want to make sure you’re being safe and smart, that's all.”

She looked up at you with shyness but trust in her deep brown eyes.

“There is this boy… Ben,” she had the most radiant smile on her face telling you about her crush. He’s a little older than her but in the same grade and apparently very sweet and has blue eyes and dark blonde hair. You can imagine her sitting in class staring at him instead of listening to the teacher.

“So, are you going to meet him at the dance?”

“I mean we haven’t made plans but… I told him I’d see him there, and he followed me on instagram!”

It all reminded you of the days before adult pressure and complicated feelings. You smiled as she continued to tell you about him and the things she found endearing.

“Ok now, I have to ask and be the annoying adult but have you, you know… done anything with boys before?”

While she was only just under thirteen you still had to make sure, kids do anything these days.

“Like what?” She gave you a scrunched confused face then slowly realized what you were asking. “Like kissing?! Oh no that’s gross, boys smell anyway…,” she seemed to maintain her innocence for a while longer.

Thank god.

“Well that’s fair, but just remember, if a boy ever tries to do anything you don’t like, you can always say no. Don’t ever feel like you have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

She looked a little confused at your instruction but nodded anyway. She’s a very smart kid and strong willed, you have full faith in her.

The rest of the day was spent wandering around the mall and you both finally decided to end up getting your nails done.

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Joel came home to find you both cooking dinner, a hoard of shopping bags littered the house.

“There’s my girls,” he ruffled his daughter's hair and covered her eyes jokingly as he kissed you deeply. “How was shopping? Successful it seems like.”

“Very…,” Joel’s eyes kept flicking down to your lips, as they often did when he got home from work.

“Dad, look! We got our nails done!” She splayed her fingers out so he could inspect her manicure. You let her get some slightly ‘grownup’ nails, small extensions with french tips. She said she’ll be the talk of the dance.

“Oh look at that… my little girl is all grown up…,” he looked a little queasy and you both laughed at his reluctance to let her grow up.

“Sarah, why don’t you put these bags away and I'll finish dinner, ok?”

She hugged you tight around your middle and mumbled about a million ‘thank you’s into the fabric of your shirt before grabbing her bags and darting up the stairs.

As soon as she disappeared Joel grabbed your hips as he stood behind you and pulled you into his hard chest. He attached his lips to your neck and ran his hands over your curves.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” His voice was low and gravely in your ear.

“Mmm, not today…”

He pulled you impossibly closer and nuzzled his mouth against your neck. “Well I do, I love you so damn much,” he continued kissing down your neck and any skin he could reach. “Sarah loves you too you know, she’s always talking about you…”

It felt like he wanted to talk about something else, something more. Your relationship has been going so well and it kind of feels like it’s time to take the next step. While you both know that this is it, there’s no one else for either of you, it might not be exactly time yet to tie the knot. However you have talked about sharing a space, the idea of living together is exciting to both of you.

“Well I love her, she’s a great kid, because you’re a great dad.” You turned in his arms and returned the kisses along his jaw. Just as you slid your hands into his back pockets, loud very teen sounding footsteps came racing down the stairs. You pulled away from each other but Sarah was too busy looking at her nails to notice. The timer on the oven beeped and as Joel and his daughter set the table you gathered the rest of dinner.

You sat around the table like you always did on Saturday nights and talked about the plans for the next week and the dance. You really did love your little found family.

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The following Saturday you sat in Sarah’s room with her and a couple friends of hers, helping do their hair and makeup. Joel happened to have a poker game tonight with Tommy so he said bye just before the teen girl screaming got too loud. So here you were, a fully grown woman essentially playing dress up with a few 13 year olds. But you couldn’t be happier.

After the girls were ready and a lengthy photoshoot ensued, you were off. Four screaming voices all trying to harmonize to some pop song over the radio made your ears ring but seeing Sarah so happy made it worth it.

The plan was to pick her up around 10pm when it ended.

So you were super confused when you got a call from Sarah around 8:30pm.

“Hey girl, what’s going on? You ok?”

All you heard at first was a sniffle, then a deep breath before her wobbly voice came over the speaker. “N-no, not really…”

Your heart stopped for a second but you tried to stay calm.

“What’s wrong?” You tried to hide the urgency in your voice.

“Ben… he—“ hiccup “He was a… a total jerk!” Her voice was strained and scratchy like she had been crying for some time.

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry… You know what, you stay in the office, ok? I'm going to come get you.”

She only mumbled a quiet ‘ok, bye’ before you slammed the phone down on the receiver and grabbed your keys. You shaved off probably five to ten whole minutes speeding through the streets to the school.

You quickly make your way to the office and find her with mascara running down her cheeks. She hiccuped and sniffled when she saw you before sluggishly standing and wrapping her arms around you. She sobbed slightly into your sweatshirt and you wrapped the one you brought her around her shoulders. After the teacher who waited with her waved you out, you gathered her into your car and made your way home.

But before reaching the familiar street you had an idea. Sarah had been slumped in her seat with the sweatshirt wrapped tight to her form until she saw the neon lights. You swore you saw her eyes light up when she saw the ‘Dairy Queen’ sign and it warmed your heart.

She got her usual birthday cake flavor of course, and you got your favorite. Before now you tried to let her have a few breathing moments but as you settled in the parking lot you tried to get some information from her.

“Are you ok?”

“Boys are so stupid…,” another tear slipped out of her eye.

“I know… I hate to say it but they don’t get much better.” You managed to get a laugh out of her which was an improvement. “What did Ben do?”

She spooned the thick ice cream into her mouth and tried to talk around it. “H-he was with that girl Rebecca all night and I tried to say ‘hi’ but he ignored me and pretended I wasn’t there. They were laughing at me…,” She resolved into sobs again and you rubbed her shoulder to try and comfort as best as you could.

“Oh god I’m sorry that’s so… shitty.” You never really cursed around her as she’s still young but this felt appropriate. It also helped draw out a laugh again, which made you both smile. “Look, boys like that are not worth your time. He’s playing games and you don’t want a boy who plays games. If anyone ever talks to you like that, it means they don’t respect you. You should only be friends, or more, with someone who respects you. Does that make sense?”

She looked at you with her red-rimmed and puffy eyes and you knew she got it. Of course she got it, she’s a smart kid.

“Yeah, I think so. Thank you… I'm sorry I freaked you out.” The light returned to her eyes as she giggled at her own words.

“You didn’t freak me out… too bad.” You were both laughing now, recalling the way you sped over to the school. “Look we can talk more if you want but I think you need some ‘you’ time tonight. Let’s get you some of my nice bath stuff and we can do a little spa night?”

“That sounds nice… thank you.” She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around your neck. On the way home you told her stories of things boys had done to you in the past. You did make sure to let her know that her dad was not one of them, he was the best kind of guy. Once you arrived home you gave her some bath stuff and gave her a clean towel and told her you’d wait downstairs for her.

You made some tea in the meantime and shortly after, Joel got home. Before he said anything he looked towards the stairs and heard the shower running. He gave you a quizzical look and you sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to like it.

“So Sarah had me pick her up early…”

He already looked concerned.

“She’s fine… it was boy drama. We talked and she’s still upset but she’ll live.”

He breathed out a dramatic sigh and you welcomed him into your arms.

“This is what I was worried about,” he sounded so defeated.

“Joel, it’s bound to happen. Every girl gets her heart broken, it’s inevitable unfortunately.” You rubbed your palm over his stubble and looked over his tired features. “She’s smart and strong willed. Boys will be intimidated by her when she realizes it.”

He softened at that. “Thank you for helping her so much, she really has opened up since knowing you.”

“She’s really something, just like her dad. He’s not too shabby,” you giggled as he pinched your waist.

“I’m not too shabby? That’s sweet.”

You mirrored his smile as he boxed you between himself and the kitchen counter. He kissed you deeply, pushing his tongue between your lips, tasting every inch of you. Your hum reverberated through your chest into his and your skin lit on fire from the inside out. Desire instantly pooled in your lower stomach and you ground your hips into his. This only resulted in his hard, jean clad thigh slipping between yours and pushing against your clothed sex. You moaned into his mouth and just as you felt like you were going to lose it, Joel pulls away and then you hear descending footsteps.

Sarah reaches the bottom but doesn’t come down, “I’m going to go to bed, I’m really tired. Sorry dad.”

“That’s ok angel, you sleep good. Love you.”

“Love you guys,” then she’s gone.

“‘Love you guys’?” you look at Joel with surprise. “Did she just say she loves me?”

He just stares down at you with this tender look, unresponsive for a few moments.

“Move in with me.”

It wasn’t a question but a plea. Like he couldn’t imagine you’d say no. Because why would you?

“Really?” Your heart raced.

“Yes really, we both want you here. More than anything.”

“Of course, I’d love to!” You squealed like Sarah did earlier tonight and launched yourself at him. He caught you around the middle and pulled you up, sounding giddy as you did while he spun you around.

You spent the first night in your now full time shared bed after Joel showed you all the ways he truly, passionately loved you.

You knew you were finally home.

[cityofmeliora]

Terzo + children 🥰

Terzo loves and cares about kids so much, and that is one of my favorite things about him.

this is one of my favorite Terzo clips ever. it is SO sweet:

[seeing a baby dressed as Papa Emeritus] PAPA EMERITUS III: Oh hi, little one! Hello! Awww… Now this little guy here… Hey! [UNINTELLIGIBLE] Hey. So pleased to see you. Give it up for the next generation! Fantastic. Good parenting! Unholy / Unplugged - Los Angeles, California, USA (August 20, 2015)

Terzo is always so happy and excited to see kids at his shows.

[sees a child sitting on someone's shoulders in the audience] PAPA EMERITUS III: Hello, little guy! Hello! So happy to see you in here. Leeds Festival - Leeds, England (August 30, 2015)

[sees a small child in the audience] PAPA EMERITUS III: Little one! Big applause for the little toddler! Lawrence, Kansas, USA (October 5, 2015)

and Terzo cares so so much for their well-being and safety.

PAPA EMERITUS III: Oh, by the way, it is very important– you see, there are kids in the crowd, so you have to take it easy a little bit on the moshing. Little girls here, too! They can get squashed! Birmingham, Alabama, USA (May 2, 2016)

PAPA EMERITUS III: Just one thing, though, before we continue: I see a lot of small kids here. So please, please take it easy with the kids. Very important. We need to take care of the children. We're here to have fun, but please. Are you with us? PAPA EMERITUS III: Is everybody OK? You kids in the front, are you OK? Everybody happy? I'm saying this once more: it's very, very, very, very fucking utterly important that you are taking good care of the children here in the front. It's all filled with children here in the front, so every big person that comes over this way, it's a very big and lethal risk for them, do you understand? So all you big boys, think a little, would you please? PAPA EMERITUS III: And please, before I get a little bit too repetitive, can you please take fucking care of the children? Yes. I know you're smart, so please show it. Lunatic Luau - Virginia Beach, Virginia, USA (May 6, 2016)

i love the bit he does where he checks if there are kids in the audience and then apologizes for swearing (and then he keeps swearing anyway). he wants to be good for the children, but he really doesn't believe in censorship, haha.

PAPA EMERITUS III: I see a little girl. Hello! Hello. How do you do? Are you having a good time? Is it a good show? Are we playing well for you? Well, thank you so much. You know what? We have a tendency to write songs that sort of deals with how you get little kids like that. Sort of the uh, beginning phase. If there is that many kids here tonight, I don't know, but you have to bear with me. Hello! You're also a kid? OK. Well, I'll cut down on the "cunt"s and "fuck"s and "shit"s. But I have a tendency to be foul-mouthed. Sorry about that. I hope you can bear with me. San Francisco, CA, USA (October 23, 2015)

and there is of course the adorable video of Terzo bringing TF's kids on stage.

PAPA EMERITUS III: You came to here to be scared, right? Are you here to get scared? I've got two little scary ones that want to come out and scare all of y'all. Big round of applause for our little scary ghouls here tonight. Don't they look very scary to you? The Clergy taught them well. Thank you, little ones. Lovely. Give a big round of applause for the new generation of ghouls, who scare all of y'all. Let me lead you into the night… Getaway Rock Festival - Gävle, Sweden (August 8, 2015)

Terzo is such a dad... and he *did* say he has a child. i do think it was just TF slipping up / being unable to stop himself from yapping, but Terzo said it and he didn't take it back, so i'm counting it as canon <3

PAPA EMERITUS III: I guess you all know about the birds and the bees and how it's done, right? We don't have to educate you in that. [looks at parent and child in the audience] I know, I know. She will get there too, I promise. That's the thing, you know... I have a little one too... [puts hand over heart] My god! Geneva, Switzerland (November 19, 2015)

(there are more clips and pictures and stuff, but in the interest of keeping this post a moderate length, this is all im including.)

[lunatic-pudge]

TF2 Mercs Green Flags (except it's very biased)

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I love my boys. Yes, this is biased and questionable. But this is meant to be cute and fun.

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Scout:

-Silly little goober, great person to be around when you need cheering up

-Golden retreiver boyfriend

-Can easily make you laugh without even trying

-Artsy fartsy

Pyro

-Cutie patootie who makes the cutest drawings of you two together

-Owns an Easy Bake Oven

-Master at baking, never-ending supply of sweets for you to indulge in

-Your biggest supporter. Would literally cheer for you if you rob a bank

Soldier

-Also your biggest supporter, will demand that other adore you as well

-Will let you own any pet you want no matter what the animal is

-Speeches of why you're the best thing to ever exist and how America is blessed to have such a beauty like you live there

-Will give you anything and everything you could ever want, like human ears. Definitely a good person to be if you like collecting weird stuff

Demo

-Precious baby boy is a major cuddle bug

-Def knows how to knit/crochet, will make you whatever you want

-Baby man likes learning about folklore/mythology

-He's essentially a big walking teddy bear. Perfect for cuddles, especially on a cold or rainy day

Heavy

-GIANT WALKING TEDDY BEAR

-Protective baby boy, big scary dog privleges

-Bookworm, can recommend a good book if you don't know what to read

-Perfect person to lay around and cuddle with, he can smother me any day. Dates at home are TOP TIER

Engie

-THE BEST PERSON TO GO TO WHEN YOU'RE HAVING AN OFF DAY HANDS DOWN

-Smart boy, can make you stuff that helps with day to day activities which is helpful if you can't do certain things to having a disability or something

-Dad bod, dad bod, dad bod, dad bod, dad bod, can't get enough of it

-Voice of an angel, will sing for you if you'd like. Can def sing you to sleep

Medic

-NERD, he's an adorable nerd! Let him ramble about his hyperfixations!

-Def a good pet owner, would kill someone if they don't take proper care of their pets

-Would make sure you take care of yourself, he's kinda like a dad that cares

-He's such a maniac. I can see him just secretly being up to no good all the time. And he's also very girlypop

-Putting an extra for him cause I can: Medic boobs. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

Sniper

-Sweet, precious baby boy who can do no wrong. He strikes me as someone who listens to EVERYTHING when it comes to music. He ain't genrephobic

-Also a collector of weird things. Likes making bone jewlery. Bone boy

-I just love the concept of him being feral? This is probably the weirdest thing on the list. Like there's the golden retreiver boyfriend (Scout), and then there's the feral boyfriend (Sniper). Literally acts like a cat, hiding away from people, hissing when people that aren't you tries to touch him, will demand attention/affection from you, ect. I need to make a more detailed idea of a feral boyfriend so work with me plz

-He would absolutely let you wear his clothes, thinking about how adorable you look. He'd do the same with your clothes if they're big enough for his lanky body. You two swap jackets in the winter time so you guys always have a piece of each other when you two are busy and aren't able to see each other

Spy

-I know a running joke is that Spy is a smelly French asshole, but I really do think that he wears some of the nicest smelling cologne out there. Expensive af colonge, but damn, it's addicting

-Smarty pants. Not just anyone can be a spy, it takes quite a bit of intellect for it. And not to mentions he knows multiple languages? Love it, even if I hate the French language with a burning passion

-Him having a good taste in fashion? He's gotta know what he's doing by wearing suits all the time. Not only does he look fresh af, but people always look so good in a suit, especially when it fits them. But please also picture him dressed in a more romantic goth aesthetic plz, okay I'll stop now

-Is good at paying attention to even the littlest of details about his partners. Even if you're trying to be cryptic or subtle about things, he'll always find out. He's def a protective type too

[fuctacles]

What goes up, needs assistance coming down

For @steddiemicrofic "top" | 510 | G | no cw | established relationship | if you saw me post this earlier and delete it bc i pasted the wrong version, pretend you didn't | Ao3

Sometimes, when Eddie writes a particularly delicious twist in his campaign, he wonders how in hell he had repeated senior year two times.

But then this shit happens.

Because he's been in this exact situation before, and smart people are supposed to learn from their mistakes. Thankfully, Steve is supposed to get back from work any time now. Maybe he loves him too much to make fun of him. After Eddie bears the humiliation of calling out for him because there's no way he'll figure out Eddie's out here.

As soon as he hears the car pull in and the door slam closed, he yells out,

"Steve!"

The steps crunch on the gravel, rounding the house, and his worst nightmare comes true. Because he hears more than one pair of footsteps. Double humiliation it is.

"Eddie?"

Aaand that's Henderson. The last person he'd want to see right now.

"Hey, man. What's up?" he asks nonchalantly his favourite kid, who grins up at him.

"How about you tell me, huh?"

"Oh, because I'm on a tree?" Eddie scoffs at him. "Har har, Henderson, very clever."

His rescuer isn't looking very rescue-y either. He's just standing behind Dustin with a bemused expression, eyeing the ladder lying prone below the tree.

"Why?" is all he asks.

Eddie sighs and points to the coils of fairy lights he had dropped to the ground in his panic after the ladder fell.

"This so doesn't answer my question." Steve raises his eyebrows disapprovingly. "Henderson, put the groceries away, help yourself to the fridge. Your dads need to talk."

"Gross." Dustin makes a face but snatches the grocery bag from Steve. He turns back to Eddie while walking away. "Good luck!" He gives him a toothy grin. Eddie flips him off, but his eyes are focused on Steve, who's setting the ladder back up. Soon, they're at eye level, as Steve leans on the top of it.

"Why?" he asks again. "Why would you do that again?"

Eddie looks away, hoping Steve will postpone this interrogation until after his feet are back on the ground.

"I had this, okay? It's not as bad as the roof. If the ladder didn't fall—"

Suddenly, Steve's face appears in his periphery. His eyes are stern.

"You should have waited for me," he points out.

Eddie makes a face. Okay, here he goes.

"I wanted to surprise you. I saw how you liked the lights around the Wheelers' garden," he explains, hoping the heat over his cheeks is imaginary. Henderson was way too close for him to be humiliated like that.

Steve's face softens.

"Baby," he coos, leaning into his space.

"Please don't—"

Steve ignores him, landing a soft kiss on his lips.

"My sweet boy," he murmurs, and now Eddie's positive his face is red.

"Can you put me on the ground first, please?"

Steve gives him a boyish grin but helps him climb down the ladder without further teasing.

"Thank you—" he barely makes out before Steve's on him, peppering his face with kisses.

"The cutest metalhead in Indiana."