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aycius · 8 months ago

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JJK MEN AS DADS !‧₊˚

feat. satoru gojo, nanami kento, & toji fushiguro

SATORU GOJO

literally the kids’ best friends. satoru’s parents weren’t necessarily the most active in his life so he made it a goal to have children with someone he genuinely loved — you. he is such a supportive dad and tends to overindulge in his children’s interest… one of those dads that buys boxes of mangos just because their child said they liked mangos. they wanna learn how to play a sport? satoru’s already got multiple personal trainers in his contacts to make sure your children have the best form of education when it comes to said sport. you thought satoru was playful before? oh, when he’s with his children, he’s even worse. tag, hide and seek, tic tac toe, satoru’s allowing the kids to stay up LATE, because he’s not giving up until he wins one of those games. you argue that the kids are still young, and satoru should be the bigger person and allow the kids to win but satoru isn’t hearing NONE of that. def the type to let the kids stay home just because they said they’re feeling “sick.” you kinda had to step in at a point because the kids got on and started lying just to stay home. regardless, this man loves his kids and is willing to do anything to ensure that they, as well as his lovely wife, you, live a happy and comfortable life. one time after a long family trip, you and satoru were settled in your room while the kids were asleep and he started getting emotional because he genuinely wondered what he could have done to deserve such a loving family :(( poor baby. underneath the playful facade he puts on for the kids, he just wants to make sure they never doubt that their father loves them. you always reassure him that you and the kisses are blessed to have a husband and a father like him.

NANAMI KENTO

you and his daughter are the light of his life. there’s no place he’d rather be than home. he loves it here. he has a portrait of you and his daughter playing in the backyard at his office and always looks at it to cheer him up when he’s having a bad day. recently, your daughter has been clinging and missing him more and she absolutely hates it when kento leaves. your daughter literally takes your phone to text nanami and is constantly checking up on him at work. it’s one of the things he looks most forward to when going to work. he also loves facetiming her when he’s on break because she is always asking for nanami at home and he feels so bad.. always reads her a bedtime story before kissing her forehead and tucking her in goodnight. you and nanami recently started doing road-trips every summer to the beach because your daughter has had a recent infatuation with fish. after a long day at the beach, you, him, and your daughter walk on the boardwalk as nanami carries the little one in his arms, your hand in his as you all admire how pretty the beach is at night. it’s so sweet because nanami loved the beach growing up. the fact that he has the opportunity to go with his new family now, he couldn’t be more grateful. never fails to tell you and your daughter that he loves the both of you more than anything in life. you guys are his purpose and motivation.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

… ok so i’m sure we’ve seen how he has been as a father but—hear me out! toji loves you and his kid severely. toji has always been one to not wear his heart on his sleeve and guard himself but he’s been working really hard, and constantly does, so he can be the best husband and father for his child. although toji is seen as this tough guy in front of others, he has the softest spot for his child. everyday when he comes home from work, his face instantly lights up when he sees his little kid run up to him and give him the biggest hug. scoops the kid in his arm and kisses them on the cheek while he talks about how much he missed the child. he’s def the type of dad to enroll their kid in a sport, and for some reason i can see him being a serious soccer dad. like that man does NOT play. the type of dad to get really loud on the bleachers if another kid on the opposite team LOOKS at his kid the wrong way. constantly makes bets with his kid that if they score a goal he’ll them candy and you’re just like… ykw i’ll let them handle this. you’re just happy to be there tbh. i can imagine toji being the coach to your kid’s traveling team, so weekends are always full of road-trips to the destination where they’re playing at. teaches his kid discipline and respect at a very young age. sometimes he can be a bit tough and you know it’s out of love but sometimes you do have to step in. truly, toji means no harm—he was just brought up roughly in his household. toji parents weren’t the best either so everyday he’s happy that you’re there as a guide to him so he can be the best father possible.

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cindol · 6 months ago

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can I req jjk men as girl dad’s? Specifically nanami, toji, choso, or sukuna! :))

the jjk men as girl dads .

cw + — fluff, mamaguro!reader, heian era sukuna,

wc : 1307 words .

NANAMI KENTO .

the most girl dad ever. He’s lucky enough to get you pregnant and have three triplet daughters pop out.

He’s taught himself with YouTube and you how to do all of his daughters hair when you’re not available. If one of his daughter’s has trouble getting her hair done due to being whiney or something else he tries being negotiable.

“I know you hate it honey, but if you get through this I promise we can go to the park after with fuschia and yuki how about that hm?”

She’s whiney, but nods with a bratty look on face.“promise?”

“I promise.”

Nanami let’s his girls play with his face however much they please as long as it makes them happy and distracted. The thing that makes them stop is when you come through the front door with a gasp at your three daughters putting pastel chalk on his face.

“Girls! What are you doing to your poor daddy’s face?” you drop your bag rushing over while the girls are giggling with chalk in their hands while nanami sighs and chuckles at your worry.

Eventually they run off when you give a stern look while you use a napkin to clean up his face.“You really have such a hard time telling the girls no, baby.”

he has a soft smile on his face while you tend to his chalked up cheeks.“they’re my girls darling, I have to let them.”

CHOSO KAMO .

a better father than kenjaku could ever dream of. He knows what it’s like to have a father who looks at you like a bug, something less worthy so he treats his daughter Saiko the best he can with all his soul regardless of gender.

When she’s having trouble making friends in kindergarten he cheers her up with snacks and a goodnight bedtime.

He understands how emotions can be confusing for her too and in her late teens he’s fine with the mood swings and emo phase.

You just scoff when you’re taking her laundry basket after she slams the door. You’re walking down the stairs just baffled at your daughter’s recent behavior.“I never know with that girl I swear! It’s like your daughter just is in a permanent mood swing.”

choso chuckles.“give her a break baby. I think I remember you being like that when we were young don’t you?”

you hum, thinking about that time in your life with the laundry basket of jeans and white t’s on your hip.“guess you’re right there cho’. I use to be in a big phase of split dye as my hair color and you definitely couldn’t get enough of those pigtails.” you teased him at the end there making him nervously chuckle.

“Kenjaku would’ve had to drag me by the pigtails to get me to stop wearing them everyday. So give her sometime hm honey?”

You huffed, nodding.“ok but talk to her. She shares basically the same traits as you, she’ll listen better.”

Once it comes to it he takes Saiko mall shopping and gets to the route of the problem, boy troubles with her boyfriend.

“Boys are idiots sweetheart, take it from me and even ask your mother. There’s much fish in the sea in that highschool of yours.”

saiko sniffles but nods, choso wasn’t always the best when it came to girl advice but he made her smile and laugh.“Guess you’re right… He sniffs glue anyway.”

“I'm glad I haven’t met this ex of yours honey.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO .

He was glad when he had a male carbon copy of him and even happier to find out you were pregnant again for a third time.

This time he’d make sure he wouldn’t fuck it up and be there for his baby girl all the time. Even before she came into this world he was painting her room and decorating with you.

“Half and half toji?”

“Never know if she likes pink and blue baby, you can’t assume.”

He’s a protective dad in public grocery stores. He doesn’t just brush off some woman trying to touch his daughter Rina in her stroller just because she’s cute. He abruptly turns the stroller with a stank face making you nervously laugh but apologize to the poor lady.

“Toji! You can’t just be so rude to that poor lady for wanting to say hi.”

“Ain’t letting some random just touch my daughter. You’re crazy if you even think I would babe.”

It’s hard for him to be trustworthy to babysitters also. Even if your judgment is good he still chooses shiu to babysit his youngest daughter.

“Thought you wouldn’t even show.” he says it nonchalantly while handing shiu the giggling toddler.

“I’ve babysit two of your runts, I’m sure I can handle a third.” he makes a hiss when he feels rina tugging at one strand of his hair.“even someone as rough as this little girl so enjoy your night before she starts crying out for her papa.”

Toji’s brave enough when confronting another mother about her child’s bullying behavior towards Rina. He tries the passive route, a small “please teach your kid to be nice okay? Other kids are in the playground with me.”

When that doesn’t work and he’s met with an aggressive tone he matches the same energy.

“Ah great, nice to know where the damn kid learned to throw sand at someone. Nice speaking to ya”

toji doesn’t play about his daughter, at all.

GOJO SATORU .

He didn’t voice to the world about his daughter since he wanted her protected from the jujutsu world but megumi and you know exactly how much excitement was inside him from news of your pregnancy.

He’s glad when she doesn’t have any jujutsu powers or the six eyes, just a pretty face, her natural hair color with some white streaks in her hair.

When she’s a toddler he loved bonding time with her. Any free day he has off he’ll spend it with various mall shopping activities of getting lollipops and annoying nanami when he runs into him.

Seeing Megumi and her together also makes him grin. Be it that megumi is just watching tv and she happens to be on his lap but it still gets him happy.

Megumi just sighs at his sensei’s weird behavior while clicking through channels.“Jeez, you’re strange.”

SUKUNA RYOMEN .

The news that you were pregnant with his seed was good news. He didn’t show his excitement but a toothy grin with a hum was enough to know he was happy at the news.

Sukuna has never been one to care for labels. Any woman or man is just a meal on his platter when it comes down to it and any seed of his is automatically good.

Sukuna didn’t show it outside but he cares deeply for his daughter reira. He’ll let her crawl on his two available hands while his others are crossed, bite on his arms, anything that pleases her.

His favorite thing to do when it came to you and reira was have a small family outing with uraume coming along as preparation. He always picked a secluded area in a forest, sitting on the pink and white cloth with you and reira while uraume prepared wine and sandwiches to be splayed out for the three of you.

Sukuna doesn’t allow any disrespectful words about his daughter. Any maiden or butler whining or complaining near him makes him whip them into shape.

“If you really find caring for my offspring to be such an inconvenience perhaps I should have you removed.” and they all knew what he meant when he said removed in the tone he did.

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catgirlcalling · 13 days ago

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In response to your request for a prompt, what about the first time Tommy calls Buck “baby”, or any term of endearment, and Buck’s reaction?

Oof, this took a minute! Thank you so much for the prompt, and helping me un-rustify my writing!

(Anyone else who has been kind enough to send a prompt, I'm getting to them! I'm just slow and rusty 😂)

Buck had always had a weird sleep schedule. Working nights or odd shifts had never seemed to mess with him the way it did for everyone else. Part of him thinks it definitely helped with being a firefighter- being able to squeeze in some extra study where he could, or sleep at will when needed. To be able to slam into full wakefulness when the alarms rang, or sleep in the strangest locations and still get rest.

It had caused problems in past relationships, girls upset their bedtimes didn’t line up, claimed his quiet puttering around at night was too disturbing, and one memorable occasion where the need for sleep had outweighed his need to wake up to his alarm for a pre-organised date. Abby, and eventually Taylor, had had some understanding by virtue of similar work styles, but in the end his late night substack dives had just always been one more thing added to the list of negatives he brought with him.

And then there was Tommy.

They’ve been dating for almost four months now but they quickly graduated from goodnight kisses on doorsteps to multi night sleepovers, and Buck discovered the joys of dating someone whose more innocent late night escapades were just as weird as his own.

Tommy understood the sleep schedule of a firefighter, the crazy hours and the inconvenient call ins. Buck had even found him sleeping in places strange enough to rival his- still upright at the dinner table with a mountain of bills spread out in front of him, really Tommy? But for all the weird sleep quirks and adjustments that came with being a firefighter, there was one Buck wasn’t quite prepared for.

Tommy was a sleep talker.

For a man who didn’t talk much during the day, Tommy certainly had things to say when he was unconscious. Sometimes it was utter gibberish (“The goblin shouldn’t be on the microwave, Evan. It should be in the jar,”), and sometimes it was observations from work and past calls, but he also reacted to the waking world while he was counting sheep. Buck learned Tommy could have entire conversations and not remember most of it, and he could ask him questions that Tommy would answer with alarming truthfulness.

(It had taken a very long and confusing conversation about hot dogs for breakfast before Buck had finally realised that Tommy had been asleep when he made the request. While most of the things he had said to Buck in his sleep were truthful, that one was just bizarre.)

As strange and jarring as it had been the first time though, Buck found himself so hopelessly endeared by it. That this big, strong, incredible man felt comfortable enough with him to not hide that he sometimes said strange and sweet things while he dreamt. He found himself loving crawling into bed after Tommy, wrapping himself around his gorgeous man and listening to his mumblings until he settled back into dreamland.

Tonight, Tommy was typically chatty. Buck slid under the covers as quietly as he could, but was foiled by Tommy rolling half on top of him and snuggling in like a giant cat.

“Did you tell the Governor we said no to the dinner at the Oscars?” Tommy mumbles into Buck’s pec, drawing a chuckle from him.

“I’ll tell him tomorrow, Tommy. You sleep now, ok?”

Tommy smiled and practically purred as he tried to cuddle even further into Buck’s side. “Thank you baby, you’re amazing,” he murmured, finished with a quiet snore.

Suddenly Buck’s chest felt too small for the warmth spreading through it, radiating from the man drooling gently into his tshirt. Tears pricked at his eyes, and he squeezed Tommy tighter and pressed a kiss to his sleep rumpled curls.

“Tell me that again in the morning, baby,” he whispered back, finally letting the pet name he’d been wanting to call Tommy for weeks now slip free. It wasn't exactly how he'd imagined saying it for the first time let alone hearing it, but it felt right.

He lets his eyes close and curls further into his boyfriend’s embrace with a dreamy smile of his own, drifting off to plans of repeating those pet names over pancakes in the morning.

#911 abc #tommy kinard #evan buckley #bucktommy #catgirlwritesfic #fic prompt #tevan #bucktommy fic

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sitepathos · 4 months ago

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What if Y/N was a dad before Bruce figured out he was gone? Like would he rush to see him and his grandchild? What if the child was like rose being able to control the mold and Y/N now has to deal with Bruce and his sons?

Ok, wow, was not expecting that! But, this ask was too good to pass up! But, let me do you one better: instead of baby Rose, you have an adopted daughter like Eveline, complete with the need for a family and everything! Have fun with that!

You first met Eveline when you stopped at a pit stop at night, craving a slushee, but you saw her, a ten year old girl in wet, torn up clothing and no shoes to protect her bloody and scratched up feet, on the side of the building, looking incredibly weak and filthy.

You immediately got out and started attending to her, asking where her parents were and trying to tend to her wounds.

“Mommy and Daddy said I had to wait in the woods,” she weakly says, coughing in between words. “They said it was a game.”

You immediately realize this wasn’t a game. They left her for dead in the middle of the woods, either to die from starvation or predation.

“ I waited for five days. Did I win?”

“You did, sweetie,” you responded, not wanting to upset her.

(She does not have long,” the Megamycete said as you tried in vain to keep her awake. (She has been without proper care for too long. But she can be saved. All you need to do is inject her with some mold. It will heal her.)

Part of you didn’t want to do that. That making her like you would be cruel without explaining it to her, but she was dying. And no kid should die that young.

So you do it, placing some mold in her body through one of her scratches, which immediately begins healing her.

When she opened her eyes, she latched onto you and refused to let go, apparently having imprinted on you like a bird.

Your first thought was to take her to the nearest authorities so they could take it from there and arrest her parents, but both she and the Megamycete disagreed whit that.

“No,” she cried while wrapping both arms around yours. “Don’t send me away! I promise to be a good girl!”

(We object to your proposal. Keeping the girl would be the most prudent course of action.)

“Alright, you can come with us.”

“Thank you! I promise to be the best girl ever, Daddy!”

The name rubbed you the wrong way. For fuck’s sake, you’re 18! You should be her older brother, not her “daddy.”

But Eveline wouldn’t call you anything else and after an hour of trying to argue with a 10 year old, you finally conceded defeat.

And that’s how you started your weird little “family,” complete with a sentient mushroom in your body and a moldy 10 year old girl as your “daughter.”

Over time, you learned that Eveline had an obsession with the idea of having a family. Apparently, all she wished was for her parents to be like the ones on cartoons, loving their daughter with all their heart, reading her bedtime stories, walking her to school, and baking cookies.

“But now I have you, Daddy! And you’ll be perfect than my old one!”

Not gonna lie, you teared up at her wish for a family. You know that feeling more than anyone. Maybe being a “Daddy” will be good for the both of you.

You just gotta get use to the looks you get when you say she’s your adoptive daughter.

Over the four years, you two became close, doing everything she thought happy families do, from baking cookies and playing games to reading bedtime stories and kissing her goodnight.

When she started showing her powers (mycokinesis, hallucination manipulation, shapeshifting, and superhuman strength, stamina, and durability), you made it clear that she’s never to use them unless in a life or death situation and helped train her to control them.

She took to her new life right away, excelling in school and showing interest in your hobbies, loving the nickname you gave her Eevee (after your favorite Pokémon).

Of course, her obsession with families never left her, always staying by your side and never straying far from home, even at the tender age of 14.

Of course you told her about your Momma, how you lost her, and were forced to live at Wayne Manor where you were treated horribly.

Hearing her Daddy, the nicest person she knows, be treated like that pissed her off. She wanted to go to Gotham and tear Batman and the others apart.

Of course, you couldn’t let that happen (no mater how much you thought of it).

“We’re here, now, Eevee. And they can’t get to us.

“Ok, but if they ever show up, I’ll rip them apart!”

Then, the night of the Gamer’s Gala happened, and oh boy, was it something to behold.

She had been looking forward to meeting Alfred after all the stories you told her (of course, you didn’t tell the poor butler because that’s something you don’t say over the phone), but when she saw Bitch Wayne (her nickname for Bruce) sit next to her, she screamed so loud that everyone in the hall heard her.

She immediately pounced on the man and screamed all sorts of insults and threat at him, leading to security having to pull her off the legendary millionaire.

She wanted to summon a mold tendril and squeeze his head off or create an hallucination so bad he’d claw his own eyes out, but she promised her Daddy she’d never use her powers unless it was life or death.

It was at the security room that Bruce learned that she, a 14 year old girl, was your daughter. Adoptive, sure, but still your daughter.

And oh boy, did that man have so many questions.

But that girl is your daughter, and therefore a part of his family (holy shit, he’s a grandfather!), so he tries to bring you both back to Gotham.

Now, at this point, I can see this going 2 ways.

One: Eveline remains loyal to you and fights side by side against the Bats.

Or two: Eveline falls victim to the Wayne’s manipulation, tempting the poor girl with a big family that would give her all the love she could ever want.

You’re her Daddy and she’ll always be grateful for what you did for her.

But, she still has an uncontrollable need for a family, complete with a Granddaddy, a Great Granddaddy, aunts, and uncles! And pets! And a huge house! With a huge yard!

So, she helps them bring you back to Wayne Manor, her powers combined with the Bats’ gadgets and skills bringing you down.

Of course, all of them are astounded when you both display your control over the mold, but they have you and her, so what doesn’t it matter?

“We’re a big, happy family, Daddy! Isn’t that great!”

#yandere batfamily #asks #from gold to mold

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corroded-hellfire · 11 months ago

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Ok I feel like As You Wish!Eddie would be obsessed with that part in Enter Sandman where like he says the lines like “Now I lay me down to sleep” just to have his kids or reader repeat them back in like the innocent voice

Eddie lives his life by Metallica songs and teaches his children to do the same

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[As You Wish masterlist]

“Alright pipsqueak,” Eddie says, gently tugging on the toe of Eliza’s purple footie pajamas as he passes where she sits between her brothers on the couch. “Bedtime.”

“No!” Eliza says, quickly rolling over a hundred eighty degrees so she’s laying on her tummy and buries her face in the couch cushion.

“Yes,” Eddie says. He scoops the remote up from the coffee table and presses the off button, effectively ending Shrek 2. “Come on. Go brush your teeth, little girl.”

Luke stares at his father and gestures to the television, as if to say we were watching that too, man. Rolling his eyes, Eddie tosses the remote into his younger son’s lap.

“Eliza Marie Munson,” Eddie says.

With a huff to show her father her displeasure, the three-year-old pushes herself off the couch and disappears down the hallway. Luke flicks the television back on and the last thing Eddie hears as he follows his daughter down the hallway is his teenage sons laughing at Puss in Boots coughing up a hairball.

“Ah, ah, with the toothpaste.” Your voice floats out of the bathroom into the hallway, making Eddie chuckle as he passes and keeps walking into Eliza’s room.

Deciding to mess with the feisty little firecracker, Eddie snatches up her favorite stuffed pig and lounges on his daughter’s too-short bed. It’s only a few minutes later that Eliza’s heavy tread can be heard coming down the hallway, the heavy footsteps baffling for such a small girl. The moment she crosses the threshold into her room, Eliza’s face scrunches up and her tiny shoulders rise up toward her ears.

“Hey!”

“Is for horses,” Eddie answers.

You’re two steps behind Eliza and the moment you see Eddie on the bed you chuckle to yourself. The Little Terror is about to be unleashed.

“My bed!” Eliza launches herself up on top of her father, causing him to let out an oof as she lands on his stomach. “My Penelope!” Small hands go to grab the stuffed pig but Eddie’s quicker, moving the plush animal behind his head to use as a pillow.

“Wow, kid, you really need to learn to share,” Eddie says.

A long exhale blows from Eliza’s nose, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say it was a growl. Scooting her body up Eddie’s chest, your daughter rests her forehead against her father’s, giving him the most intimidating look she can manage. She probably doesn’t realize that to Eddie it now just looks like she has one giant eye, though. Hardly intimidating–even for the toddler.

“Did you give night-night kisses?” Eddie asks.

“Penelope,” is Eliza’s only reply.

“I’ll give you Penelope the Pig back once you give everyone goodnight kisses.”

Sitting up straight, Eliza eyes her father skeptically. When he raises his eyebrows at her, she must decide to believe him because she slides from his chest and lands on her carpet with a thud.

“Ryaaaaaan! Luuuuuuke!” Her calls echo down the hall as she runs, the shouts accompanied by the loud thumping of her feet as she picks up speed.

“And you wonder why she’s a menace,” you say to your husband, tilting your head at him as you lean against the door jamb.

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re implying,” your husband answers, giving you the most innocent doe eyes he can manage.

Before you can come up with a response, Eliza rushes past you, back into the room. She skids to a stop and spins on her covered feet to face you.

“Kiss, Mama!”

Happy to oblige her, you scoop her up in your arms and press kisses all over her face. Her giggles are infectious as she tries to dodge your lips, protesting that this is an overload of kisses. She gives you a quick squeeze around the neck and you can’t help but notice how she’s feeling heavier in your arms these days. It makes a part of you sad, remembering when she was small enough to lay in the crook of your elbow.

Eliza wriggles out of your grip and makes her way back over to her bed. Her lower lip juts out in a pout and she bats her dark eyelashes at her dad.

“Can I have Penelope now pleeeeease?” she asks in her sweetest voice.

“I guess so.”

Eddie pushes himself off the child’s bed and hands his daughter the stuffed pig. He presses a kiss to her head and tucks her in as she snuggles beneath her blankets.

“Okay, ready for prayers?” Eddie asks.

“Ready.” Eliza snuggles back against her pillow, clasps her hands together in front of her, and closes her eyes.

“Now, I lay me down to sleep.”

“Now, I lay me down to sleep,” your daughter repeats, making you smile.

“Pray the Lord my soul to keep.”

“If I die before I wake.”

“Pray the Lord my soul to take.”

“Good job.” Eddie leans down and kisses her. “Goodnight, Sweet Pea.”

“Nighty night, Daddy.”

Quietly, you slip from the room, Eddie right behind you. He flips the light switch, turning off her overhead light and activating her Mulan nightlight. Gently, he closes the door behind him, and the two of you pad down the hall towards your room.

“You think Wayne will ever catch on that’s from a Metallica song and not your devotion to God?” you ask, a smirk dancing on your lips.

“Not if someone keeps her mouth shut,” Eddie says, grabbing your sides and digging his fingers into them. Giggles erupt from you as you push his hands away and stumble into your shared room.

“Hush little baby, don't say a word,” you recite the next line of the song, walking backwards towards your bed. “And never mind that noise you heard.”

Eddie cocks an eyebrow at you as he slowly saunters forward, coming closer to you.

“It's just the beasts under your bed,” you continue. “In your closet, in your head.”

“Yeah, well,” Eddie says, smirk on his face growing, “you’re about to have a beast in your bed.”

A soft yelp shoots out of you with a bout of laughter as Eddie tackles you down on the bed. He climbs on top of you and presses kisses all over your face, just like you’d done to Eliza.

“Oof, she’s right,” you say. “Too much.”

“Oh, really?” Eddie teases. He scoffs and pretends to climb off of you.

With a roll of your eyes, your fingers grip into the front of his t-shirt and you pull him back down on top of you.

“Get back here, altar boy.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #older!eddie #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #dad!eddie #AYW #AYWS #request

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burntheedges · 27 days ago

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Pas de Deux Chapter 14

Din Djarin x f!reader | 4.1k | fic masterlist | main masterlist | ao3

chapter summary: the Gala is over! The night after has arrived.

a/n: I promised myself that I would catch up on replying to all of your amazing comments over the past few weeks before posting this last chapter, but I didn't quite do it. I will respond to each and every one -- they have been so amazing and really made me smile during the hectic start to this year and moving. We're all moved in with just unpacking left, and I can't wait to catch up and let you all know how much I loved reading them. I hope you enjoy this final chapter of this story. Thank you all for reading. and thank you @katareyoudrilling as always for being the best.

chapter tags/warnings: fluff, flirting, touching, pet names (sweetheart), hand-holding, intense feelings, kissing, smut - kissing, grinding, holding up against a wall, manhandling, fingering, p-in-v sex (unprotected but in my mind she's on birth control), cuddling

Chapter 14

For a while after the curtains closed there was just absolute chaos on stage.

Everyone was shouting and hugging, and you lost track of the congratulations you gave and received as you were pulled from person to person. Your fellow dancers jostled you and clapped you both on the back and shoulders, and you noticed Din was grinning a bit shyly at being included in the camaraderie.

Through all of it, he never let go of your hand.

Kuiil pushed through the crowd to find you and Din and pull you both into a hug.

“You were marvelous!” he said, shouting to be heard over the crowd. “Better than I even imagined. It was art. Simply marvelous.” He went on like that for a few minutes before hugging you once more and walking off to find Karga, smiling. You caught Din’s eye and laughed.

Somehow, in that moment, you found yourselves alone in a sort of bubble, with people moving around you but leaving you alone. Din looked at you, and you felt time slow around you as he smiled, slow and intent.

He leaned forward, and when he spoke his voice made you shiver. “Let’s find Karga, and then Grogu. And then I think we have somewhere to be.”

You nodded and let him lead you towards the front of the stage where Karga was waiting. He saw you coming and flung his arms out to welcome you. “Oh there you are! Well done, both of you. He grinned, looking so pleased you thought he might burst. “Din, I knew you could do it.” He patted him on the shoulder, and Din laughed. “You had it in you, I could see it. And you were better than I could have dreamed!” He turned to you and continued, “and you! Truly, you were amazing.” He shook his head, at a loss for words. “I was in the audience, and I could feel the reaction. You blew them away.” He clasped his hands together and nodded again. “Now, go celebrate! You deserve it.”

And so you were dismissed, and without pausing, Din led you through the crowd and towards the side of the stage. “Grogu and Peli are going to meet us back here, just for a minute – it’s past his bedtime, but I want to say goodnight.”

You laughed, and smiled when you rounded a corner and found Grogu and a woman you didn’t know walking down the hall backstage.

“There he is!” she said to Grogu, who smiled and took off running towards his dad.

“Hey, kid,” Din said, smiling widely. He knelt down and let Grogu run into his arms. “Did you like it?”

You could see Grogu nodding against his dad’s chest, but you couldn’t hear his response. You looked up to find Peli looking at you, and you introduced yourself.

“Oh I’ve heard alllllll about you,” she said, and you raised your eyebrows. “Oh yes, Mr. Strong and Silent Type over there does talk, and when he does, it’s mostly been about you, lately.”

Din chose that moment to stand up and interrupt, and you smirked at him.

“Ok, thanks Peli,” he said quickly, and you laughed.

“What have you been saying about me?” you teased, and he sighed.

Peli grinned at you. “I’ll tell you all about it later.”

You felt a small hand tug on yours and looked down to find Grogu looking up at you. You knelt down next to him. “Hey Grogu,” you said, smiling. “Did you like the show?”

He nodded. “You were pretty again.”

You grinned at him. “Thank you. What about your dad?”

Grogu smiled and nodded. “He was pretty, too.”

“I agree,” you said, and poked Din’s leg. You were distracted when Grogu suddenly flung his arms around you in a hug. You gingerly hugged him back before he backed up just as quickly and hugged his dad’s leg.

You looked up at Din, stunned. He had the softest look you’d ever seen in his eyes.

“Ok, time to go home with Peli, bud,” he said to Grogu, bending down to lift the kid in a big hug. “I’ll see you in the morning, ok? Be good and sleep well.”

You turned to Peli as they said goodnight. “Nice to meet you, Peli.” You leaned in. “I do want to hear all about what he’s been saying, later.”

She nodded and winked. “Nice to meet’cha.” She reached for Grogu’s hand when Din put him down. “C’mon, kid! We got places to be.”

Grogu waved back at you as she led him down the hall, and you both called goodnight before he disappeared around the corner.

“He’s so cute, Din,” you said, and looked over to find him looking down the hall after his son. “You ok?”

He turned towards you and smiled. “Never better, sweetheart. Let’s get out of here.” He grabbed your hand and started walking towards the dressing rooms. You ducked into your usual one as you passed and promised to meet him at his after you took off your costume.

You were almost done when Adrian came running in after you and found you throwing on your sweats. “Excuse me, best friend calling, were you just going to sneak off without letting me freak out at how amazing that was??”

You grinned at him as you threw things in your bag. “You were, too. I saw most of it. You nailed it.”

He waived away your praise, nodding. “I know. But shit, the two of you made freaking magic out there.”

“Adrian, it felt…” you sighed and tossed your bag over your shoulder. “I’ve never felt like that on stage before.”

He grinned and grabbed your shoulders, shaking you a little. “They’re going to put you together again, so much. That was… That’s the kind of thing most of us only dream of getting to do on stage, you know.”

You nodded, throat suddenly tight. You knew exactly what he meant.

“Ok, go find your man.” He pulled you in for a crushing hug. “And you better fucking call me tomorrow!”

He let you go, laughing, and you waved as you moved into the hall.

You were grinning as you turned the corner, heading for Din’s dressing room. Just as you reached it, he stepped out into the hall in sweats with his bag over his shoulder and his costume on its hanger.

“Let me put this up,” he said, “and we can go.”

You nodded and trailed behind him as he found the nearest costume rack. He hung up his shorts, and then turned to you and held out his hand. You slid your hand into his and smiled.

Without a word he led you to the stage door and poked his head out. He looked both ways and, finding the road deserted, tugged you out after him. “We can go around the back, my apartment is just around the corner.” You fell into step and suddenly, you found you didn’t know what to say.

The tension that had been building between you for weeks suddenly returned, full force, as you walked away from the theater. With nothing left between you, no performance standing in the way, all that was left was you and Din.

Only a few moments later, he turned off the sidewalk and into an apartment building you had passed a million times and never been inside. He nodded at the guard in the lobby before leading you to the elevator. As you waited, you searched for something to say, wondering if he was waiting for you to speak first.

Then the elevator arrived, and you let him lead you inside. You opened your mouth, ready to say something, anything, but the second the doors closed, Din dropped his bag and backed you against the wall. And then his mouth was on yours.

Your kisses in the studio and then backstage had been amazing. But this one was on an entirely different level.

Din crowded you into the wall and claimed your mouth. His hand came up to cup your cheek and he used his grip to tilt your face just where he wanted it. He pressed on your chin with his thumb to open your mouth and you lost track of everything except his mouth on yours.

Until he pulled back suddenly and you realized the elevator doors had opened.

“Shit,” he said, and took a deep breath. He had to dart to the side to keep the doors from closing. You grabbed his bag and handed it to him. “C’mere, beautiful.” He tugged you after him and you exited the elevator into a hall with only four doors. He pulled you towards the one on the far left, dropping your hand only to unlock the door. He ushered you inside with a warm hand at your lower back.

You barely got a glimpse of the inside of his apartment before Din was pressing you up against the back of his door. He didn’t immediately kiss you, this time. He leaned forward, forearm by your head and pressed a line of kisses down your neck. “Do you know,” he said, between kisses, “how fucking beautiful you were on stage tonight? I wanted to be in two places at once, dancing with you and watching you. You took my breath away.” Your breath hitched as he worried a mark at the base of your neck.

“Din��” you sighed, and he lifted his head to meet your eyes.

“It’s been torture, waiting for this. I was going to offer to feed you, you know.” You nodded. It really had been. “But I don’t want to wait anymore. I want you, sweetheart. What do you want?”

You took a deep breath and grasped at his shirt. “I want you, Din. But–” he froze, and you shook your head. “Not just once.”

He smiled, and you felt his body relax into you again. “No, not just once.” He kissed you, softly, pressing his smile against your mouth until you smiled, too. “I want to take you out. I want you to spend time with me and Grogu.” He kissed you. “I want to dance with you again.”

Your heart was racing as you nodded. “Me too, Din. All of that.”

“Good,” he murmured against your lips, and then he was kissing you again.

Without noticing it happen, you found yourself pressed back against the door with your legs wrapped around Din’s hips. His hands were holding you up with a firm grip on your ass. “This feels familiar,” you teased, and he nipped at your neck.

“You feel so good, sweetheart,” Din said, voice deep and warm. “Been thinking about this for weeks. All I wanted that day in rehearsal was to keep going, just like this.”

“When–” you said, but cut yourself off with a small gasp when you felt his teeth press against your collarbone. “Since when?”

“Since I first saw you,” he said, “in class.”

You blinked, surprised. “What, then? The first day?”

He smiled against your neck. “Yes, then. Remember when you bumped into me, in the hall? I didn’t want to let go. I was…” he hummed and pressed gentle kisses along your neck that made your breath catch in your throat. “But also since you looked at me, in that rehearsal room, and saw me.”

You knew he meant the day of your first real conversation, not the day you’d run into him in the hall. “Me too,” you breathed. “But then I really knew that day you got that grand jete pass from the second…” you caught his mouth in another kiss, and broke off before continuing, “and after you got it, you smiled at me. And it took my breath away.”

He chuckled. “That wasn’t the first time I smiled at you.”

You shook your head. “No, I know. But you were so happy that day. I saw you smile at Grogu one day, too, back in the fall, and it was like that. You were just… happy.”

Din leaned back and smiled at you again, and it was just like those other smiles. You let your gaze dance over his face, taking in his features again. He was so handsome. “That day you met Grogu for the first time, I wanted to grab your hand and take you with us. He liked you immediately. It was so…”

You let your head fall back against the door and smiled at the memory. “I couldn’t tell what you were thinking. You put your mask back on and I never know what you’re thinking when you do that.”

He laughed, looking taken aback. “My mask?”

You rolled your eyes. “You know, that face that you do when you don’t want to show any emotions. The one you had on for your first few months here.”

He nodded, amused. “I’ve never thought of it as a mask before.”

You shrugged and threaded your fingers through his hair. “It’s how I thought of it. Because then I started to get glimpses of you behind it. So it was surprising when it came back.”

He leaned into the way you were massaging his scalp, and hummed. “I was probably trying to hide how much seeing you with Grogu made me want to fall to my knees at your feet.”

Laughing, you pulled him back in for another kiss. You both got swept up in it for a few minutes, and he pressed you tighter against the door. “At my feet, huh?” He nodded into your neck. “Din,” you murmured, and he hummed in response. “Take me to bed.”

You squealed when he gripped you under your ass again and lifted you to walk down the hall, and then you yelped when he tossed you onto the bed. He started to follow but you stopped his advance with a foot planted on his chest and he grinned. “Clothes off, Djarin.”

Din leaned back and stood. “Only if you do the same.”

You both began to strip off your clothes and somehow even though you’d been basically naked together just hours before, this felt different.

He watched as you pulled off your shirt, and then followed your hands as you pulled down your pants. You nudged him with your toe to get him moving and he laughed as he stripped off his own shirt.

And then you realized he was still covered in paint. “Din–”

He waved his hand. “We’ll change the sheets.”

You laughed and shrugged. “It’s your bed.”

As he pulled off his pants, he replied, “and you look perfect in it. And I liked the way my marks looked on you, before.” You didn’t get a chance to look before he was crawling over you on the bed. He lowered his body to yours and kissed you again, and you wrapped a leg around his, pulling him closer.

You felt his cock press against your thigh and moaned. He was devastatingly hard.

“It was so hard not to touch you in that costume,” he said, shifting his weight to lean on one arm. His right hand slipped over your chest and down your side, and you realized he was tracing the patterns of the swirls from your costume. “I could see all of you, and none of you. I wanted to slide my hand from your hip, just around to the front and down…” he trailed off.

“What about those shorts?” you said, breathless as his hand started to travel lower. “God, Din, your legs.”

He smiled against your mouth. “My legs?”

You nodded, unrepentant, and then sighed and arched your back as his fingertips brushed lightly over your thigh. “So strong,” you said, mind spinning away from you. “All of you… beautiful.”

“Hmm,” he hummed against your mouth as his fingers teased at your slit. “I like the way you look at me, in the shorts.” And then he ran his fingers lightly through your wetness, and groaned. “Sweetheart,” he murmured. “You’re soaked.”

You nodded and tangled your fingers in his hair. “Your fault,” you accused, and he laughed.

“Good.” And then his fingers found your clit, and you gasped. He pulled up slightly and you realized he was watching it play out across your face. “Show me. I want to see how it feels.”

Din watched your reactions and learned, so quickly it took your breath away, exactly how you liked to be touched. You thought about how much he said he liked watching you, and tucked away that idea for later.

“Yes, Din,” you sighed as his fingers teased around your entrance. He shifted suddenly and you found yourself with your legs pushed farther apart by his knee and his arm.

“Like this?” he asked, fingertips brushing just outside of where you wanted them with light pressure.

You nodded. “Please,” you said, and then gasped as he pressed inside. You realized your eyes were closed and opened them to find him staring down at you, mouth open, expression full of heat.

He sank a second finger inside of you and watched as your mouth fell open at the stretch. “Yes, beautiful,” he praised, watching as your back arched again. “I want to see it.” He praised you as he worked you higher with his fingers. Just as you started to feel it build, a tension at the base of your spine that started to soar upwards, he moved his thumb over your clit.

Din smirked when you moaned. “Like that?” You nodded, and he smiled. “Yeah, like that. Come on. Come for me, sweetheart.” He worked his fingers faster, thumb circling your clit just right, and you felt yourself barreling helplessly towards your peak.

“Din–” you cried, and he ducked down to kiss you. He pulled back again quickly.

“Yes, come on. Come.”

And you did. It washed over you like the sound in the theater earlier, rumbling through your body and leaving shivers in its wake. You came back to yourself and realized you were breathing hard as Din curled over you.

“That was so fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” he said, leaning down to press kisses along your collarbone. “Everything you do is beautiful. Fucking gorgeous.”

You tightened your grip on his hair and tugged his head up. “Din,” you said, and he opened his mouth to respond, but you shook his head lightly with your grip on his hair. “Fuck me.”

The expression that took over his face was fierce. He thrust his hips downward and you felt his cock against your thigh. You untangled one hand to reach down, but he caught your hand. “No, sweetheart. Not if you want me to fuck you right now.” And then he kissed you again.

You almost protested, but then you felt his hand behind your knee. He bent it upwards until it was flat against your chest, almost like you were doing a split with your knee bent. He tucked your leg over his shoulder. With that one in place, he used his other hand to bend your knee and open your hip to the side.

He pulled back from the kiss, and looked down at where he’d put you. You had one leg over his shoulder and the other thigh to the side, lying flat against the bed. Your pussy was spread wide open for him, and he grinned, wickedly. “Perfect,” he murmured, and then thrust his hips forward.

His cock came to rest against your pussy, and you both moaned at the sensation of the head nudging against your clit.

“You feel so fucking good,” he murmured, pressing kisses all over your face. “I knew you would.”

He thrust his hips again, and this time the head of his cock nudged against your entrance, and you shivered. “Din, please–”

He nodded into your neck. “Alright, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you want.” He pulled his hips back, and on the next slow thrust, notched the head of his cock right where you wanted it. With your hips so open you could feel everything.

Din lifted his head and caught your eye. You nodded, quickly, and he smiled as he pushed inside.

Your mouth dropped open. He was so big. You held his gaze as he filled you and you realized you were breathing hard, chest heaving, once he pushed all the way inside.

For a moment neither of you moved. Your eyelids fluttered as you adjusted to the sensation of him, inside you, filling every inch of your cunt. You tilted your hips slightly and your eyes flew open when he gasped.

“Move, Din,” you breathed, and he nodded. He started to pull his hips backwards, and you shivered as the head of his cock nudged against that spot inside of you that felt so good.

He saw it, of course. He saw everything. And he knew your body well.

Before he thrust back in, he reached down and tilted your hips upwards, pressing his torso farther forward to catch your knee. The head of his cock nudged against that spot again and you sighed.

He smiled at you. “Like that, hmm?”

You nodded, and he did it again. And again. And again.

You watched his muscles move in his arms and shoulders as he fucked you, and you struggled for breath. You were falling apart underneath him as he held you in the perfect position and fucked you slowly, so slowly you thought you might cry.

“I thought about this,” he said, voice low as he watched you. “Knew you’d be so beautiful. But I…” he trailed off as he thrust forward again. “I had no idea. How amazing you would be. How you would feel.”

You felt it start to build, again, and travel its way up from your toes to the tip of your head. You were tingling all over, sparks running down your spine and out your fingertips.

“Faster?” he asked, watching the way your hips started to thrust upwards to meet his. You nodded.

He started to move faster, so gradually, the increase in speed building slowly and washing over you like a wave. Before you knew it he was gripping you behind your knee and thrusting into you, hitting that spot inside just right.

Din shifted so that his knee was bent to the side under your leg and the change in angle let him slip just a little bit deeper inside. You whined.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he said, voice low. “Just like that. Show it to me again.” He let go of your leg, held in place on his shoulder, and slipped his fingers between you to play at your clit.

You were almost there, so close, teetering on the edge, when he leaned down and murmured in your ear, “Come, beautiful. You feel so fucking good. Come for me..”

And for the second time that night, you did exactly what he told you to do.

You came, hard, head thrown back and his name on your lips. He thrust faster, carrying you through it. Your entire body was shaking as you came down, and you felt him thrust once more inside you and then still.

Din ducked his head into your neck as you both breathed. You curled your legs and arms around him, holding him close. You took a moment to revel in the fact that your bodies were pressed together with nothing in the way, no barrier between you. You felt like you were floating.

He shifted his weight and nuzzled at your neck. “I feel like I could fly right now, if I tried hard enough.”

You laughed. “You already fly on stage, you know. I’ve never seen anyone get air like that.”

He lifted his head and leaned it against his hand, still pressed against you everywhere else, and looked down at you with a half-smile. “Sure, I can jump, but I can only fly with you.”

Your face felt hot and you tried to bury it in his chest, but he laughed and cupped your cheek with his free hand.

“It’s true. I’ve never felt like this before. I didn’t know I could feel like this.” His eyes were so open and serious. “If I’d known you were here, I would have left years ago.”

You bit your lip and studied his face. His handsome, lovely face that was so open and expressive, but not for everyone. You felt a familiar warmth building inside of you at the knowledge that you got to see the man behind the mask so fully. “You were worth the wait, Din.”

He smiled and leaned down to kiss you. “So were you, sweetheart.”

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igotanidea · 2 years ago

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Caught: Jason Todd x fem!reader

Summary: Jason and fem!reader spending the night at Roy's place and poor Lian walks in on something that a little kid should not see (or even hear....)

Warning: SMUT!! MINORS DNI! (make reasonable choices please!)

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***

Hanging out at Roy’s place was a mix of different emotions for both Jay and Y/N. Watching their friend fulfilling the role of a father was something they couldn’t wrap their heads around. Who would have thought that this rough, argumentative, former Green Arrow sidekick could be so…. gentle and caring.

At the beginning Jay would tease Roy about it, but soon Lian stole his heart completely. As an effect, it was Y/N who teased Jason about going soft, so he just had to stop his actions, cause it was becoming unbearable.

The fact was nonetheless, that everyone just loved Lian. She was such a nice kid, so how could one possibly not? And those feelings were mutual on little girl’s part, especially with Y/N. Every time the older girl came by, Lian just wanted the full attention, telling Y/N stories, giving her pictures she drew, asking for stories and entertainment. And she got it all and more. It was just so hard to deny that poor soul abandoned by her mother. Surprisingly, it was Roy who tried his best to make his daughter stick with some basic rules. Like sleeping time.

“Ok, I think it’s time to get some rest, little one.”

The four of them were currently sitting by the table, playing some board game, Lian taking honorary place at Y/N’s knees, hugged tightly, secured and loved and enjoying it beyond recognition. Her wide smile was speaking for itself. But the wide yawning and eye rubbing was a sign of something else and Roy learned how to read the signals.

“But, daddy…..” Lian whined and pouted “I want to stay….. it’s so nice here with aunt Y/N and uncle Jay…..”

“I know, love, but you know the drill. 9 p.m. is bedtime.”

“I’m not…..” she yawned again and it was just so heartwarming Roy found his will crumbling “tired” her little fists travelled up as she rubbed her eyes in a child-like manner. “Please…..”

“Hey there, little one.” Y/N smiled down at her and bopped her nose playfully “you gotta listen to your dad. He’s older and ….”

“Sure as hell he’s not smarter” Jason smirked and threw a glance at his best friend.

“Stop undermining my position.” Roy hissed becoming a bit red on the face. “

“Before I was so rudely interrupted…..” Y/N cut their bantering, her attention traveling back to Lian ” I was going to say that he cares for you, pumpkin. It’s all for your good, you know. One day, when you’re older you will understand it.”

“But…..”

“I can tuck you in.” Y/N offered and smiled “how about that?”

‘Can we do that?” Lian eyes grew wide and shimmered a bit, as she turned her head and silently asked Roy for permission with that pleading gaze “please, daddy?”

“I can’t see why not.” Roy shrugged and it made his daughter squeal in happiness. “I don’t think I ever saw her this excited about going to bed, Y/N. I just have to warn you, you’re up for a challenge.”

“I was never one to back down from one. Just look who I ended up in a relationship with” the girl laughed and pointed head towards Jason. “He’s more of a dare than all the little girls I know combined.”

“There are more little girls?” Lian smile dropped as she looked down.

“Of course not, sunshine. You are my priority. Now, let’s get you up….” Y/N wrapped her arms around the girl and stood up carrying her towards the bedroom “say goodnight to the boys.”

“night daddy. Night uncle Jay….” Lian waved her little hand at both of them, earning herself two chuckles and some loving words wishing her sweet dreams before both girls disappeared from the sight.

“She’s good with Lian, you know” the second they were out of earshot Roy turned towards Jay. Now it was time for some men time.

“I know. Y/N just a natural caretaker.”

“Speaking from experience?” Roy reached under the table and grabbed two can of beers, hidden there from Lian. He passed one to Jason who took it with a appreciating nod.

“I’m not exactly the easiest one to deal with.” Jace shrugged “I give her hard time, make her worried, got her walking on the tightrope. And yet, she never left. She’s still with me. The best thing that ever happened to me.”

“You sound so cliché right now.”

“Look who’s talking. The perfect father.”

“Have you ever wondered how we evolved from those violent, angry teenagers? How we ended up here?” Roy trailed taking a sip of his beverage “have you ever wondered if we actually deserve it? Deserve them.”

“constantly.” Jason sighed deeply “maybe that’s the while point. Our girls make us better. Make us want to be better. For them. Cause they see something more to us? I don’t know. But what I do know is that we are fucking lucky, Roy. And I have no intention of pushing that luck.”

“Neither do I.”

“Yeah.”

For a moment they were both just sipping on their drinks without a word. Silence was never awkward between them. Those two men were through so much together that sometimes they could literally read each other’s mind.

“Do you love her?” Harper asked a couple minutes later.

“Yes.”

“Have you told her?”

“I’m not good with words. But she knows.”

“You sure about that?” Roy teased “girls like words. They like being told that you care. Actions are one thing, but sometimes are not enough. Use your tongue.”

“Oh, trust me, I do” Jason smiled wildly, some dirty memories running though his head. Memories of her underneath him, tasting so sweet, tugging on his hair with surprising strenght “she never complained.”

“Please, spare me the details.” Roy rolled his eyes “all I’m saying is if you really don’t want her to leave, you should take care of her not only in bed. Otherwise someone might steal her away. She’s just a full package – beautiful, smart, caring, sexy.”

“Woah! Hold right there, Harper! Cause if you don’t I might have to beat you up, and as much as I’d hate to do it, I would if you start focusing on my girl’s attributes to much.”

“Just proving my point here.” Roy smirked “you are worried about her going away.”

“I am not!” Jason yelled in objection.

But for real, Roy’s word got him spinning. Worry, jealousy and doubts overwhelming his mind. He had to see his girl. Now.

***

Y/N was sitting by Lian’s bed, finishing the story watching the little girl slowly drifting off, writing in her sleep to find comfortable position. The older girl smiled lightly, care and love written all over her face as she pulled the cover over that little dreaming figure, tucking her in and kissing her forehead gently.

“Good night, angel. Sleep tight.” She whispered

Jason watched her from the slightly opened door and his heart clenched at the sight. God, he loved her. He loved her so freaking much. And even if that subject never came out between Y/n and Jason and Roy did not ask the question at their little conversation, but more often than not Jason was thinking about having a family with his girl. Having all those things adults were supposed to have. House with garden and picket white fence. Huge kitchen were they could prepare meals together. Rooms that would be filled with laughter and happiness. And maybe, maybe¸ a few pairs of little feet on the floor, running towards him, wanting hugs and kisses and love and attention. Maybe.

“Jason…..” he didn’t even notice when Y/n stood up and walked towards him

“I….”

“Sh…” she whispered putting a finger on his mouth and that simple gesture made him melt, but also turned him on “Lian’s asleep. Let’s get out of here.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He agreed grabbing her hand and pulling her towards their room “you’re mine now….” his eyes darkened, planning all the things he was going to do to her body.

***

“Jason…..” she couldn’t do a single thing when he opened the door to the bedroom, immediately pushing her onto the walls, pressing his entire body onto her. Trapping her, getting her so vulnerable with no way out.

“You’re mine….” He hissed, his mouth attacking her hungrily, hands landing on her waist, gripping it so tight she could almost feel the bruises forming already. “You’re only mine….” He bit on her bottom lip, tugging at it, making her wet and moaning.

“I….oh, fuck” his calloused fingers found a way under her shirt, caressing her skin, goosebumps showing on her body. “Are you jealous of my time with a little girl next door?”

“Yes.” He breathed, his lips travelling to her cheek, jaw, neck, nibbling on her skin, going completely crazy, unable to stop once the fire started. “I am jealous of everyone and everything that got your attention. People, things. I envy the flowers in our flat that got to feel your soft touch when you take care of them. I am jealous of your favorite cup, cause you touch your lips to the brim of it. Fuck, you make me crazy.” He panted, hands moving higher, one brushing over her clothed breasts causing her to arch her back, the thin material of the bra and t-shirt doing nothing to hide her pebbled nipples.

“Stop talking and just do something” he whined, reaching the edge of his jacket trying to pull it off his arms.

“It was pointed to me…..” he nibbled on her collarbone, the other hand reaching towards her hair, pulling them off the knot, making them flow down her shoulders and back, tangling fingers in those silky strands, pulling her head closer “that girls like words. So tell me, baby…..” she whined when he pull the strap of her bra down, pressing open mouth kisses on her shoulders “do you need words?”

“No. No, fuck no. I need action. More of it. More….” She clawed his back.

“Whatever you want, princess” both of his hands landed on her ass, palming it for a moment, lips connecting again, this time rougher, harder, faster. Jason was a tease and a bit of sadist. He wanted her pouty in her hands, he needed to see her fall apart, even before taking her to bed. He wanted her mind blurry, the only thought on her mind being him. But he wasn’t made of steel and feeling her body pressed into him so tightly got him hard to. Got him relenting and he could not have that.

Despite her protests he broke the kiss, slowly peeling the shirt off her, reaching behind her back, unclasping the bra and bending head to lick and suck on her breast and nipples.

“Ah! Jay!”

“Yes, princess. Tell me how good you feel. Tell me you want more….”

“I want … I want more….”

“I know, baby. I got you.” he grabbed the backs of her thighs, opening her legs and wrapping them around his waist. “Feel this?” he brushed his clothed cock over her dripping sensitive pussy “feel how hard you make me?”

“Ah! Please! I need you…..”

“I’ll give you a choice baby. I can take your pants off andhelp you get release” he played with the waist of her leggings “or I can get rid of my shirt and make you feel my skin and delay that sweet high. I know you need both, but you gotta choose.”

“You are terrible.” She panted, desperately trying to move her hips to get the slightest friction but his strong arms held her still “Jason, please, you’re torturing me….” She cried

“Then choose, baby” he whispered into her ear “you can end your suffering just with one word. What. Do. You. Want.” Each word of his were followed by little kitten lick on her skin and she burst the first thing that came into her mind.

“Take off your shirt.” He moaned “just take it off, now!”

“I was hoping you would say it.” He smirked. He wanted to tease her more and her pants gone would destroy the fun he was aiming at. Instead he shrugged his shirt off, letting her hands wonder around his abs and chest, so gently, softly, sending shivers down his spine and making his cock throb.

“Please….” She whined arching back towards him, but he just pushed her back into the door, causing the loud thump to echo through the room and the girl squealed in undeniable pain.

“Oh, fuck. Sorry, baby.” He kissed her to make her forget what just happened “let me take you to bed.” Taking a few step backwards he tossed onto the soft mattress “better?”

“Mmmmm.” She whined “Yes.” She was so desperate now, that playing with luck she reached towards her pants trying to get rid of them herself, giving him access to her most intimate place but Jason was faster.

“Nah, honey.” He shook his head in disapproval “I am in control. Will you behave?”

“Yes, yes, I will, please.”

“Hm, I don’t think that’s very convincing.” He tapped his chin “just gotta make sure.”

“What….?”

“This will do the trick.” He reached under the bed grabbing the rope and binding her hands behind her head, tying it to the headboard.

“Where did you…..” she panted but was immediately cut out by his lips on her breast, stomach and getting lower

“Does it matter?” he smirked against her skin “I know you like it, don’t you?”

“I do. I do, please, please, Jason. I can’t take it anymore. I need you. I need you.”

“ God, the things you do to me.” He groaned sliding her pants of in one fluid motion and licking and sucking where she needed him most. Oh, the inferno he started just by touching her. Oh, all that craving and longing and lust and love. But she needed more as she writhed and squirmed, trapped underneath him.

“It’s not enough.” She complained

“Not enough?” he raised his head and looked at her, with a challenging look “last time I didn’t stretch you with my fingers you were in pain for days. You want that again?”

“Yes. And …. And I need to touch you.” she tugged on the rope, her wrist already red and swollen “Let me touch you, Jason.” her seductive whispering and that soft, perfect body splayed before him, ready to be devoured and worshiped broke all his inhibitions.

“Fuck!” he groaned “I want you.” he finally confessed, releasing her, pulling his pants down and pressing all his body into her. “Tell me you want me too.”

“I want you Jason.”

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“Good.” His lips distracted her while at the same time he pushed inside, swallowing all her moans and those sounds coming from her mouth. She was so hot, so sexy, and her nails scratching his back only added to his arousal. “Cause I’m yours and I don’t like to share….” He started pulling in and out causing that familiar heat to build inside her.

“Give it to me, Jason. Give me it all.” She panted, heels digging into his ass, causing him to go deeper, hitting her g-spot with every thrust.

“I love you baby. Let me make you feel good…..”

“Yes!” she cried out, getting so close, so fucking close. “Yes, Jason. Right there! Right there!”

“Uncle Jay? Auntie Y/N?” soft, little voice coming from the door made their eyes grow wide, stopping at once, all that sultry, intimate atmosphere gone within second. “Fuck” being the only though on both of their minds. Y/N terrified gaze landed on Jason, unsure what to do know. Luckily it was so dark, Lian could not really see tangled limbs, naked bodies and sweat all over them. Despite all the awkwardness, Y/N managed to reach for the sheet and with a bit of Jason’s help managed to put it all over her boyfriend’s naked ass, trying to play cool.

“Hi, sweetheart” her voice trembled a bit, barely holding back a whine as Jason pulled off her, leaving her unsatisfied and feeling empty without him inside. His face was so red, he just stayed on his stomach, covered bottom up, unable to roll onto his back and face the little girl. Damn, Roy was going to kill them both, he knew that, so he left the talking to Y/N, considering her better in the field. “Did you have a nightmare, little one?”

“Not really.” Lian hugged her stuffed rabbit closer to her chest “I heard some noises coming from here and I came to see if you were all right, auntie….”

“That is so sweet, Lian. Thank you.” Y/N gasped “but didn’t your father teach you to hide when you hear suspicious sounds? That it might be dangerous to follow them?”

“He did. But never mentioned I should do that when I hear someone I love being in trouble.”

“And…. And who was in trouble in your opinion?” maybe that was wrong question but it just slipped thought he mouth.

“You, auntie.” Lian said innocently “you were screaming like someone was hurting you. But there is no one but you and uncle Jay.” She pursed her lips, her gaze becoming a bit angrier “was he hurting you, auntie? Cause he shouldn’t do that and maybe I should ask daddy to give him the talk?”

“The…. The talk?”

“He does that when he’s angry with me. And when he learns what uncle Jay did he would be angry with him too…. I’ll go get him and ….”

“No! God! Lian!” Jason almost sprung out of bed and if it wasn’t for Y/n he would cause poor girl much more trauma. “I mean…. I don’t think I was hurting aunt Y/N. She would tell me if I was, right?” he looked at her face, his eyes serious, searching for the answer. They had that conversation million times before. If she ever felt any pain during sex, she was obligated to tell him, since Jason could be rough without even realizing it. “Y/N?”

“No. No, you weren’t hurting me….” She whispered, cupping his cheek and brushing it gently, reassuringly, making him calm down.

“Then what was he doing?” Lian frowned taking a step forward making Jay and Y/n put the cover up a bit.

“He…. He…..” Y/N’s mind went completely blank “you know, sometimes, when someone have a hard week and get tired….”

“Dad always gets tired.”

“Yes, you see, in a situation like this, relax is needed. And Jace, I mean, uncle Jason, was just helping me relax a bit.”

“Hm….” Lian did not look convinced “but daddy never make such sounds….”

“Shit.” Y/N hissed quietly

“Girls just tend to get a bit more tense, Lian.” Jason chimed in, saving his girl from further explanation “they have a lot more duties and worries about boys and need to be taken care off. You’ll get it when you get older.”

“Adults always say that!” she cried out “How old do I have to be? All this waiting is just annoying! And what if I don’t want to get something. Do I even get a choice?”

“I love this kid, but why does she have to be so smart?” Y/n hid her face in Jason’s chest, unable to hide the blushing even in the darkness.

“What’s going on here?” Roy heard Lian’s cry and acting like a concerned parent busted though the door “Oh, fuck!”

“Daddy, you said a bad word.” His daughter pointed out.

“Sorry, love. But trust me, no other word would describe what I feel now. I’m just…. I’m just gonna get you out of here. Now!” he lift her from the ground hugging tightly to his chest, hiding her face what whatever she may see. “And as for you two…. We’ll talk in the morning” he warned, but neither Jay nor Y/N missed the slightest amusement in his eyes. That bastard was secretly enjoying them being caught in the middle of sex.

“But daddy, I need to know more. Auntie said uncle was just helping her relax and making her feel good.”

“SAY GOODNIGHT LIAN!” Roy screamed, effectively covering the laugh forming in his throat “cause this may be the last time you see them before I kill them both” he muttered towards his friends, leaving the room in a rush and closing the door tightly, but not before warning them to not even think about going at it again.

“Was I making you feel good?” Jason teased once they were alone.

“You were. But now I’m left high and dry….”

“Good thing I don’t care what Roy has to say about us being intimate.” He grinned and rolled over to finish what he started and she was more than willing to submit, just making a mental note to keep her moans and whines on the low.

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ronearoundblindly · 6 months ago

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Hi Lexi!

I have a situation for you to think about: how would any of the men you write behave if they were coming home late (after work or a night out) and their partner was already asleep in bed?

Who trips over the couch? Who stealthily sneaks into bed? Who crashes fully clothed? And so on and so forth? I guess it’s a hc of sorts

Hope your wknd was/is great! 💜

Eeeee, this one's gonna be so fun, M! Thank you for such an interesting query 😍--some of these will involve early on in relationships and then later when babe is most comfortable with their partner--some of them are a twinge smutty/soft!dark.

**Oh snap, some of these surprised me too, dearies! Proceed with caution...**

James Mace - The Practical Man

Mace arrives home to assess a 'tipping point' in himself and you. He only does everything as he normally would, exactly as he would do it if you were awake. He tosses his keys those last few inches onto the hall table, turns on any lights he needs, pulls a glass from the cupboard for water, and brushes his teeth with the door open. If you're still sleeping when he's ready for bed, then that's fine. You're clearly tired. He could use rest, too. No problem. If you wake up, Mace likes to tell you about his day, even if your comments are mumbled with closed eyes and all he can do is pet his thumb across your cheek before you dose off again.

He likes sweet, slow kisses goodnight. He'll cuddle if you pull him in, but otherwise, he'll give you space. He doesn't want to overheat you. Mace's one, super-particular bedtime thing is saying "see you in the morning." Sounds simple, yeah, but in space, he doesn't get to--to say it or to see you or to really know it's morning. It's that tiny bit of reassurance that helps him relax into bed.

Curtis Everett - The Stealthy Spice

For lack of a better term, Curtis has night-vision. He never trips over anything, he can do everything in the dark just like the lights were on, and he makes next to no noise doing it. For when you are deep in sleep, that's great because him getting into bed won't startle you. If you're sleeping lightly? You practically slap him.

He's ready for that scenario, too, and grabs your wrists before you make contact. Starting with soothing words, he'll talk you down. Curtis is always sorry to alarm you, but his apology doesn't cover regret that you're awake now because he works very hard, very long days and misses you frequently. His shifts are so long he doesn't have much evening time with you during his work week. (He will, in fact, crash on the couch if he knows you have something big going on the next day and need rest, for what it's worth.)

We all joke that Curtis is a dirty boi, but truly, I do believe that once this man is comfortable with stable life, he is about that booty. He's 'calming you down' with that soft cooing at the same time he's sucking that sweet spot on your neck. Once he releases your fighting wrists, he's groping your ass and pinching your nipples. He'll wear you both out so you sleep again. Please let him. He will beg if necessary.

Jimmy Dobyne - The Handsy Drunk

Ok, I love Jimmy, but he is a pretty traditional dude. He requires/expects a certain type of effort from his partner, so if he's the breadwinner, you fulfill his other needs. He drinks out with friends and co-workers frequently as his way of shaking off a day of manual labor. Not a big texter or phone-talker, this one. Jimmy is more of a physical-contact partner. He has difficulty engaging in long, emotional conversations, so he uses touch to work through frustration. I am not talking about being violent, mind, just rougher at times, and this is where I get the idea of Jimmy being the most dominant of the characters I write for from (save for Lloyd obviously).

Jimmy is the classic man. Could be horny enough to wake you. Could be exhausted enough to just pass out. Could be too drunk to find his way to the bedroom entirely without tripping/running into furniture. All those things: that's Jimmy, and if he's been out late without you at all, it was either from being at work the entire time or out drinking after work. Ok, wait, technically he'll play golf with buddies, too, but they also drink then so kinda the same idea.

Johnny Storm - The Man Who Can't Stop

Hyper. Johnny is gd hyper and needs to be doing things--anything--almost every second he's awake. He tries to be quiet but also forgets to be quiet. He gets restless. He moves around a lot while he sleeps. He has weird dreams but not what he'd call 'nightmares.' Johnny sometimes needs to wake you up in order to calm down. He needs company because imagine how lonely flying is? Sure, the solitude is welcome sometimes, but otherwise, there is no one around. All his adrenaline-junkie activities, i.e. snowboarding, motocross, etc, are solo sports; he has fun with them, but they aren't interactive.

Now for the actual fun part of his return home: given permission from his partner, Johnny will at least begin doing whatever he wants whether you're awake or not, and he really, really enjoys seeing how far he can get before you do stir. Mouth, fingers, or full cock (in that order); it's one extra game he likes to play.

Jake Jensen - Must Wind Down

Jake cannot go to bed right after getting home; he needs at least two hours, preferably three to four, to do non-work things and clear his mind. Usually, it's gaming--when you are already asleep or if you're watching a show he isn't into--but could also be bingeing something with you. Before bed is playtime. Jake has that anxious energy he has to burn off, and when you're already out cold, he will not bother you unless you call for him or come out of the bedroom. Just his way.

He's got the path from door to home office down pat, and he doesn't need any light on to get there (barring something randomly moved or left in the way).

Very important point here is that Jake doesn't drink much without you. He'll have a friendly nightcap with the Team, and they do play actual games while having alcohol sometimes. They don't play drinking games though--specifically, Jake won't participate in drinking games without you. He gauges how much he drinks by how much you do, and he ensures you're both safe to get home/stay somewhere. He never comes home drunk. Loopy tired? Yes. Inebriated? No.

Lloyd Hansen - The Selfish Asshole

Moot point. Lloyd doesn't even sleep in the same bed as his partner. Sorry, gang, he does not give a shit about you or your beauty sleep. If he wants to fuck you, he will go right in, roll you onto your stomach, and take what he wants. That's just Lloyd.

Ari Levinson - Can't Hide His Feelings

He is affected by his day, and whether that means Ari is spitting-mad at some stupid shit others pulled at work or he's raving excited about something coming down the pipeline, he shows it. So, what does that mean for you? It means if Ari wants to be alone, he won't disturb you, but if he needs company, he's gonna wake you up.

It's led to arguments because he does not always think that through. He may have the power to keep his brain turned off while you speak to him tired; you don't really get that luxury. However, Ari is also very affecting in his attention. He's not taking his moods out on you like some of the others. Ari is improving his mood by being with you and will make it worth your waking while.

Ransom Drysdale - Silent Signals

Like two others (Curtis and Steve), Ransom evolves from closed-off/reserved to more open the longer he's with someone.

Ran, at first, does not spend the night or stay for long periods. Once he does, he is still very conscious of personal space (mostly for him and then eventually for you, too). Moving in together doesn't change that for another long while... Ran is slow to warm up.

He does absolutely get drunk and come home boldly horny--by that, I mean, the type of horny that needs intimacy as well--and crawl right into bed for sloppy, desperate, snuggly sex. The level of drunkenness required to get to that point diminishes over time, as his trust increases, but otherwise, Ran refuses to crash on a lumpy, small, angular couch, he refuses to sleep in anything with buttons or zippers or thick seams, and he refuses to compromise on resting comfortably. He will complain--and do so very loudly--if he is not comfy. Hotel staff beware.

Steve Rogers - Ever-Thoughtful

You know, you all know, how much I love Steve, but he's also just slow in his way. He needs lots of encouragement and permission, and, of course, Steve never assumes anything. That would make an ass out of him and his partner. Can't have that. Nope. Not a chance.

There's a wonderful part about this trait though.

Steve always considers you. He always listens to you. He doesn't rush either. So not only will Steve know if you need sleep more than company, not only will he have filed away your mood and body language over the last day and week, but he will also slowly complete his nighttime routine, making zero noise, keeping light and movement to a minimum.

Painstakingly slow, he'll get into bed, wait for you to naturally turn into him, and hold you. He's patient, but Steve is also not afraid to admit he enjoys seeing your peaceful face. He enjoys being right there in case it contorts in fear or pain. He simply enjoys being there, awake or asleep, in love or in support, as much as possible.

Bucky Barnes - Ever-Interested

He's complicated, but the fight Bucky goes through eternally is in his own mind now. He doesn't know where he falls on a scale of brash-young-heartthrob-soldier to brainwashed-loner-skiptime-assassin. He hasn't lived the in-between moments for most of his life. He struggles with that.

Bucky gives in to moments of quiet humanity, sure, but he still defaults to efficiency, even at the cost of comfort. When I say this is a war within him, I'm not putting it lightly. He can't shake what I'll call 'The Calculation.'

What does his own body need in this moment? Is it food or water or sex or sleep? Will getting what he wants jeopardize the next thing he'll need? If he needs food but nothing is available without making noise that will wake you, and he doesn't want or need to talk before he sleeps, then he has to choose based on that. If he needs release but not the mirror intimacy, he has to find a way to indulge in you without waking you.

Except there's a somewhat secret part of this: Bucky always wants you. There is always a part of him craving either the carnal pleasure or the emotional connection or the validation of sex, all for different reasons at different times. He understands the value of possessing you in some way. It's too difficult for him to describe in a way that doesn't make him sound like a scumbag (or so he believes), therefore, Bucky still slips into those Winter Soldier skills to keep his dirty little secret from tainting how you see him: for every night he does wake you--sweet and innocent with cuddles or love-making--there are two nights where he silently watches, thinking of all that he needs or could take from you as he touches himself.

😵‍💫 wait, What was that one???? 🫣

[Main Masterlist; 'Who Would...' List; Ko-Fi]

A/N: This was actually a whole lot harder than I thought it would be. Pretty sure some of these aren't going to go over very well either, but eh, that's my lot in life and we can each see the characters however we want, right?

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ficsofabotchedmind · 11 months ago

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What is lost, will always be found

Summary? No.

Warnings? Yes, but only a little; hurt/comfort, reader needing their moms, depression, feelings of abandonment, this was self indulgent.

Alex x Olivia x their kid!Reader

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Things had been going ok, but at the same time things were also going to shit.

Y/n had been exhausted every day, putting on a mask of happiness, lying their way through everything.

They sighed and thought as they walked to Olivia’s door, “Why did I agree to this dinner with mom and Noah? All I want to do is go home, curl up and cry. Although I should be grateful, at least they remember me and include me.”

Knocking and hearing a ‘hold on!’ coming from inside, Y/n took one last shuttering breath and prepared the mask that they wore so well.

The door swung open and there stood Olivia, Y/n’s adopted mother and one of the only people to genuinely love and accept them, and with a wide smile, “Sweet baby come here! I’m glad you could make it, come in!”

As soon as they entered a smaller body collided with their own, looking down they could see a head of unruly curls and a wide smile, “Y/n! I missed you!”

For the first time in days, the smile on their face became real, “I missed you too, Bud! How was your day at school?”

Noah grinned even harder and pulled back, “It was good! We did an art project in class; I get to bring it home Monday!”

Olivia smiled as she watched the interaction between her two children and walked to where Alex was, “They don’t even notice you yet, let’s see how long this will continue before you’re noticed.”

Alex laughed quietly, “Deal, but I’m sure Noah can keep them busy for a while.”

Liv giggled quietly and looked to Alex, “Thank you for coming back, Alex. Speaking of, have you given any thought to- “

Alex gave Olivia a look, “I still have my license, I never lost them but Olivia, if I do come back, keep Elliot away from me. Got it?”

Liv pulled a face, somewhere between shock and humor from the looks of it, but said, “I will try my best, but you know we work cases with Organized Crime.”

Alex sighed and was about to grumble but the timer went off, it was time to eat.

Olivia and Alex bought everything to the table before Liv called everyone to eat, “Alright you two, let’s go. Y/n, can you hand me the glasses please?”

Y/n smiled but as they turned around, their jaw fell open and there stood Alex Cabot in the flesh wearing a wide grin.

Y/n felt a tear slip down their cheek and as they dove into Alex’s arms, they spoke softly, “Mama! Wha-what are you doing here?”

Alex smiled and held them tight, “I’m coming home, I got sick of Florida, and I wanted to be near some of my favorite people, so I decided to move back home.”

Y/n pulled back with tears and a certain look in their eye but before Alex could ask them what was wrong, Y/n pulled away completely and said, “Let’s eat!”

Alex watched them carefully and then turned to make eye contact with Olivia confirming if she saw it as well and once Alex saw the look, they knew something was going on and now both women were suspicious.

They would leave it alone until later, for now it was time to have some family bonding.

Talking amongst each other and going about how their days were and what they all did, dinner quickly ended.

Liv smiled at Noah and told him it was bedtime and to say goodnight to everyone but of course he didn’t want to go to bed yet but with one look from his older sibling, he compiled and told everyone goodnight.

Liv gave Alex a look that told her to get started and she’d be back soon, and Alex complied, “So let’s go ahead and dive in, no bullshitting. How are you really, sweetheart?”

Y/n faltered slightly with the dish in their hand, “I-uh I’m fine, why?”

Alex sighed and put everything down, “Listen to me, I know I haven’t been here like I should have for quite a few years but I’m coming back and I’m going to be here and around you quite a lot. So, tell me now and I won’t have to use my lawyer skills on you.”

Y/n took a shaky breath, trying to speak the truth but the burning lump in their throat wouldn’t cooperate and all that came out was a broken sob, quickly covering their mouth and turning into the arms that came around them, they let all the pain out.

Alex held Y/n tightly, one hand on the back of their head and the other rubbing their back, “Let it out, little bear. It’s ok, I’m here. It’s ok.”

Y/n cried hard into Alex’s shoulder, holding themselves close to her and let out a few broken words, “I’m so tired, mama. It’s so fucking hard.”

Olivia heard those words as she came around the corner and immediately wrapped her arms around the two and held them, letting a few tears at the obvious pain their little bear was in.

After a while Y/n pulled back, Alex and Liv had more questions but kept quiet and led them into the living room.

After a while longer, Liv spoke but kept a tight grip on Y/n’s hand, “What’s going on, sweetheart? Tell us, please.”

As a hand went carding through Y/n’s hair, they broke again and spilled it all, “When is it going to be me? Everyone is leaving me behind, moms! All that happens in this life for me is I help people, but when it comes to getting help in return, I get ‘I’m sorry, I’m busy’! When am I going to be placed first!? When am I going to get helped in return!? When is it going to be ME?”

Alex and Olivia both felt tears streaming down their faces at the obvious pain and turmoil in Y/n’s voice, they could see clearly in their body language and their face how tired they were.

Olivia immediately drew her eldest in for a hug, squeezing them tight, cradling them. Alex immediately came in behind and wrapped herself around the two, holding both Olivia and Y/n, they cried with their child.

While Alex wasn’t legally Y/n’s other mother, she sure as hell thought of Y/n as her child as well and damnit, she was going to help bring the light back to their eyes.

Sitting on the couch for quite a while letting Y/n get some of their pain out, Olivia spoke, “Listen to me, we may not be your friends or your coworkers, but we are your mothers and as long as we are here, we will never forget you. Little bear, neither of us care what time it is, where we are, what we are doing, come and find us and we will be there. Ok?”

Alex made a noise of agreement, placed a soft kiss upon the back of Y/n’s and said, “Listen to your mom, she’s a wise woman. We’re here, sweetheart. We are here, we always will be.”

Y/n made a noise of acknowledgment and nodded against Olivia, and they said in a broken voice, “Thank you, please never leave me.”

Alex squeezed harder and said, “Never, we will fight to be here by your side for the rest of our lives. You are our child, we will never forget, never leave, and will always make time for you.”

They continued to stay in their little pile they made for a couple more hours, keeping their child sandwiched between them and cocooned in safety.

With Y/n drifting to sleep, the last thing they heard and felt was Olivia’s voice and Alex squeezing tightly, “No matter how far you roam, we will always find you. What is lost, will always be found.”

Alex chimed in, “If we even let you out of our sight, you are our baby, and we swore to protect you. We love you, Y/n. Please never forget.”

Drifting to sleep within the warmth and safety of their mom’s arms, Y/n was finally at peace.

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Bonus: The next morning

Y/n was groggy when they awoke, rubbing their eyes, raising up to find where the voices were coming from, they spotted their mothers locked in an embrace and made a slight face before speaking and scaring both women, “Ew but fucking finally, it’s about damn time and I would continue but I want more sleep, just don’t be too loud if you have sex. Two impressionable children in the apartment.”

Both women gaped at Y/n and shook their heads while Y/n fell back asleep with a soft smile on their face and a soft huff of a laugh escaping their lips and thinking as they drifted even farther into sleep, “Fucking finally, it only took them 24 years.”

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