#she exhausts me sometimes but it's ok
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No but sometimes I am so tired of playing therapist/neurotypicals translator for my neurodivergent friend like. It's exhausting, to have to be the one to explain why your friend got upset when you just signed her up for the same study group as yourself without asking her first or letting her sign up for what group she wanted herself.
Like. I am good at patiently explaining these things, which is why she always asks me about these things but it's exhausting. But also therapy isn't very accessible and she doesn't have anyone else who really gets her problems understanding stuff to the same level I do so....
Then another friend who doesn't do this on this level but who does go on about how great it is that we can kinda laugh about neurodivergent problems together and such and how amazing it is and how she never really talked about these things with anyone else, which I agree it's great to have someone to talk about it but? The way she phrases it, puts a lot of pressure on me and makes it kinda weird? Like it's this great secret we're sharing? Especially since we haven't known each other all that long?
And like. Idk. I get it, I get to you it's amazing to have someone to talk about this to, someone who gets some of your struggles, someone who talks very openly and happily about being neurodivergent but. Man. I'm great but I'm not an expert in all things neurodivergent. I'm not?? Idk I'm not "special" for having adhd or for talking openly about it, I'm just some perfect life coach, I don't have my own life together, all I've got going for me is that I know what my problems are and that I'm not super afraid to talk about them
Idk. It's just exhausting. Like.... These two in particular just have vibes of kinda putting me on a pedestal (though in different ways) and that just makes me uncomfortable but also idk how to set boundaries there bc "stop telling me that I'm awesome" is. Hmm. It's not like that's what they do. They just imply it. They imply that things I do or say that really aren't anything special are somehow amazing and like??? Idk man I'm just me? Compliment me for the things I do that are actually awesome, not like... For agreeing to do a fun thing with you? I don't do it out of?? Pity? Or whatever? I want to do the fun thing?
#idk it's weird#the second one especially bc like... the first one I've figured out how to set boundaries mostly#she exhausts me sometimes but it's ok#but the second one? it's so weird like? idk she makes me uncomfortable sometimes#like we originally started meeting up to study and obviously ended up chatting quite a bit during that too#and she sends me like. several paragraphs long messages shortly after our meetups end several times?#that almost read like she's reviewing our conversation? it just. i don't like it#like... idk. it makes me uncomfy when ppl who don't know me that well go on about how good it was to talk to me about x or y#or how they usually don't have such great convos or whatever#like.... it feels... like they are very quickly creating an idea of who i am and what i am like in their head#and even if that idea of me is very positive it's still not accurate and it puts a lot of pressure on me to then... be that person i guess?#idk idk#and now this whole neurodivergent thing... like she basically said ''ive never told anyone this'' and i said well you don't have to#tell me your exact diagnosis or anything it's fine#and she didn't and I'm glad bc that would put even more pressure on me#but like she made it a whole Thing and i get even saying ''i'm neurodivergent'' out loud is big for her and that's great#but again. why me. we've known each other for like 3 months. please slow down there#yes I'm awesome but you're projecting ways in which i am awesome that are not real#and you don't even know about some of the ways i am indeed awesome#idk i really don't. we'll see.#trouble is i do like her and i do wanna be friends but man stop assigning me as your best friend forever please you'll get disappointed#this post went far away from it's original point and is now about so many different things#it's fine#rant#personal
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god i hate everyone
#who thought it would be cute to immediately start ribbing me about how hairy and bald and ugly im gonna be when i go on t#one. im taking minoxidil. two. i wanna be hairy. and three. im not transitioning to attract you guys im transitioning to attract other trans#people! other trans guys find it hot come on!#like ok so dads brother is out here rn right#so first mom tells me hes gonna ask me questions about being trans. ok fine.#second she starts going on about how i had to be emotionally vulnerable with like 3 different therapists for this. whatever.#then when i start participating in the conversation she immediately asks âso how are you feeling about losing all your hairâ#THEN she has the audacity to say to my uncle âyeah its sort of a gamble hes either gonna end up hairy like the italian side or fairly#baby smooth like yallâ when she fucking KNOWS that im dysphoric about my lack of body hair#and this happens every time! and its out of nowhere constantly!#all the while the cis men in the room are fucking bullying me with all this toxic masculinity bullshit!#sometimes i just wish i had never come out is all im saying#kept this a secret until i became an adult yknow. yeah i would have to do everything myself but it wouldn't be like this#just because i told you that you could call me a fag doesnt mean youre suddenly allowed to do microagressions constantly#shes tickled to fucking death with calling my future bottom growth my âteenie weenieâ what the fuck! what the fuck!!!#and meanwhile every time i try to say words or make a joke my dad and grandpa jump on the fucking opportunity to correct me! or cut me off!#sorry im fucking exhausted i barely slept at all the night before last and got i think maybe 7 hours of sleep at most last night#and i just got out of therapy which always wears me out
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......... who's gonna tell him ... .. ill do it @markiplier
#IM KIDDING ALKJNFGADFBG IM SORRY MARK BUT YOU'RE THE ONE WHO NAMED THIS PLAYLISTTTTTT#actually you know what on the slim to none chance i submit this at Just the right time and it gets a bunch of notes#and he somehow does actually see this post#(hi sappy/backstory tm incoming feel free to continue scrolling lmao>>)#mark you helped my mom so much#she was sick for 5 years and in that time as she got weaker and more tired what she had an abundance of was Time#and as someone who since losing her has now also become extremely depressed i underrstand Even More how horrible that kind of Time can be#to have and go through and be frustrated and devastated and bored out of your mind#but some of my friends started me in watching your videos#and she was my best friend#i shared everything with her#so of course i shared your videos too#and we would watch a lot of them together but you also have so many on your channel from so far back in addition to the new ones#that she had plenty to go back through and watch on her own while i was at school#we always felt like your humor and mentality fit right in with the rest of the household like you were a longtime friend#or neighbor from just down the road who we spoke with regularly or smth idk it was just so easy for your videos to be engaging and upliftin#she could have a playlist on to fall asleep to and be distracted from everything coming up...and that means more#than i could ever begin to thank you for#i think fnaf had been one of the things id been introduced to you through..and then tiny box tim we loved tiny box tim#back when you were first getting into making shorts and improving equipment/editing quality i always thought it would be so cool#if we somehow ran into one another on the street somewhere and i could offer to help#because i was watching those videos too! i want to make them as cool as possible and im going to school for it i know tips and tricks#and by now im sure youve probably surpassed what i know haha the INSANELY awesome and frankly gorgeous cinematography and impressive#but anyway... i know she had those videos to fill the Time when i was at school#and sometimes when i wasnt but when i was too exhausted#and i know you made her laugh and smile through it all#and that means everythingto me#ok well thhat got sappy fast sorry everyone christ#ive thought so many times over the years about trying to write something in the comments on a video or send an email or something and like#i feel bad same time cos i know soooo many people have similar stories or treat youtubers/celebrities like theyre actual saviors and angels
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can i skip to tbc. can i just skip these last three books, maybe stagger through sqh, and start tbc, the arc im actually interested in? would you all judge me? am i missing anything of value from the latter half of avos. will my life be at all improved seeing the tree chapters. is there anything of worth in these unpleasant and meanspirited books.
#ok to be completely and totally fair. twigpaw has her warrior assessment in this book so we can assume perhaps that she and violetpaw#are now adults. so my previous comment abt him being a creep i take back#i mean i still dont like him and think its weird he hooked up with violet so soon but its no longer strictly creep territory i guess#still hate him though sorry#idk man i dont expect tbc to be any less meanspirited but at least it sounds interesting and fun#avos liveread#idk i can never read these books super quickly bc they legitimately exhaust me sometimes#and i think i like reading books that actually make me happy and avos is not that
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the actually worst part of doing things alone is getting other people to not want to go with you
#bc itâs normal to ask someone to accompany you but telling someone you want to do sth alone tends to be viewed as rude#esp when the other person doesnât get going places alone#but i looove doing that itâs sooooo fun#like i literally lied to someone today that i was going to the doctor even though i went to see a museum exhibit#bc i was worried sheâd want to join me and i wanted to just sit there with headphones on and wander around#btw how do i get a relationship to die off naturally if the other person doesnât seem to want it to end#like even the 2 hours we spent together today were a little exhausting and sheâs been annoying me this entire past semester#nothing happened either ig i just donât care as much abt this as her plus listening to her sometimes makes me want to go crazy#like yeah iâm sorry the guy you like told you he was busy and then went to see someone else#but also. this has been going on for so long he clearly doesnât want to see you that much#but i donât want to tell her that like itâs be kind of cruel but i just. find that such a strange situation#maybe itâs bc iâve never had a crush on anyone or maybe bc i donât care to pursue relationships when they arenât just developing#on their own but like. girl how do you live like this#and listening to her complain that she doesnât have classes this semester like ok?? then find some to go to???#đ#idk i donât want to be an asshole but sheâs so tiring
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you can put words in any order
#girl that is not . KILLING VICKI?#for your information he is in love with her.#secondly. THAT IS NOT REMOTELY WHAT IS GOING ON IN THAT SCENE#not even a little I am not joking sometimes I feel like we watched vastly different episodes#†ooc. â sheâs nauseousïŒsheâs hystericalïŒand sheâs exhausted.#man beats his son on screen: eh itâs fine#man implies itâs ok to kidnap your governess a little to scare her: heartbreaking child abuse#let me see if I have this. your aunt elizabeth gives you an order but to get you to follow itâ#I need to come down hereâ put on a showâ and convince you it's in your interests.#but I give you a look and you're willing to murder a governess over it?
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sick of making plans with a specific friend only for her to not reach out abt actually hanging out until the afternoon after iâve waited all day to hear back from her or for her to just cancel last minute entirely after iâve again waited all day to hear back from her
#like i genuinely fucking get that sometimes life is exhausting and youâre tired and sometimes you need to take care of urself before hanging#out with people but for it to be so fucking consistent is exhausting for ME#we donât even fucking make plans that often itâs literally maybe once a fucking month if that#like youâre telling me somehow whenever we have plans thatâs when youâre SOOOOOO exhausted ?????? but you left the house 39203 other times#to do shit that takes up way more mental capacity than sitting bat your house smoking weed for a while and catching up?????#i just donât fucking get it dude i really donât#if i make plans with someone and the day of i donât want to anymore i always tell them right fucking away so they donât spend all day waitin#around and planning their entire day around it just to get fucked over#idk iâm just frustrated and probably need to eat something and iâll be less angry#iâm just like. upset bc i donât understand why she only ever seems to cancel on me or only seems to be soooooo exhausted when itâs the day#we planned to hang out like i just think itâs unfair to me and i Have expressed this in general before so itâs like ok cool#thanks for taking my own feelings and time into consideration đđđ#like i literally love and adore my friends more than life itself and it just hurts and is shitty when someone doesnât act the same even tho#theyâve said the opposite idk#i genuinely hope i donât sound like a dick right now bc i truly really understand when ppl are mentally exhausted or deal with chronic issue#issues* bc fucking SAME HERE I ALSO DEAL WITH ALL RHAT so itâs like idk i just donât wanna sound like a dick i am just upset iâm not feeling#like iâm loved the same as i love people idk this always happens to me i feel like i just love too much and i over project and then when i#donât get the same things in return i feel like people actually donât like me or secretly are tryin to separate from me idk itâs shitty i#hate it so bad i want a normal brain this shitnfucking sucks#my brain is going too hard now tho i need to stop before i spiral for real right here right now on tumblr dot com
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sometimes you watch a show from anytime before like 2016 and its like woo this is awesome and then somethjng happens in it and youre likenog thus is from before 2016.
#this is abt spn and also orphan black sry.#orphan black hasnt had anything super odd as far as i remember.. Aside from tony my archnemesis and cosimas Fucking hair oh my god#i think like 90% of the reason i dont like cosima aside from she judt kind of annoys me a lot and has awful taste in women is her hair#its so weird bc shes like a lesbian stoner stem major so youd think id wont her So soso much given my track record. stares out the window.#but she annoys me so much sometimes its like Cosima shut the fuck up dump delphine and if you make me look at shay again im going to kill#you before your genetic disease does. WHATEVER#looking out the window wistfully I couldve made the show so much better#anyways. eith spn the Pre 2016ness is mainly The racism and The sexism and The cultural. everything#isrg theres this one ep of spn that i was like omf yass bc it had a little kid ghost who died from drowning. which given youd think#itd freak me out and it does bc drowning. but i also loveee a dead little kid ghost and i especially love adead kid ghost haunting one of#their friends/siblings whos old noe you know. so i was like woo#and then they were like and her nanny was black Maybe its voodoo!!!!! and i was immediately like excalibur#and then it was legit a rollercoaster bc i was like Shut up about voodoo shut up about it and they were like no it couldnt have been the#nanny it was the sister and i was like thats#better . and they were like THE SISTER IS DOING VOODOO qnd it was like oh my god okay.#idr what it ended up being in the end. i was so exhausted by the end of it#but the 2014ness of orphan black is mainly. ok im gonna be real its the episode after donnie and alison become drug dealers and theres that#montage of them on the bed with all the money. the cringe i cronged#it was like such a soberingreminder i was like Woo show show show i love show and then that happened and i was like This show is from 2014.
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@ my ex ay yo get ur shit off my calendar lmao
#/j lol#idek if he knows my current url. but if he does: boy shoo. scram. skedaddle. i'm done w/ u. i been done w/ u.#last i checked his friends were dinks who said they wouldnt care if i died. đ„Ž (that was 3 yrs ago or smth @ this point but still.)#like ik i was shitty as fuck. but like. i was 18-20 & freshly out of a shitty situation. idk if 3 yrs is gonna fix my bullshit.#yeah i can only imagine how horrifically exhausting i was to be around. but like. lbr. what did u expect.#did u honestly expect me to be perfect & normal as soon as we moved out#ur trauma might have made u soft (which is fine). but mine made me callous and mean. that's just a fact.#i'm not shit talkin his decisions; he had to do what was best for him. and i respect that.#i'm mostly miffed @ his friends LOL#his friends wre basically like: ''once an abuser always an abuser. no exceptions. only fictional abusers are ok.'' like. hello. what.#idgaf if im misinterpreting what they said lmao. they still said. verbatim. ''i wouldn't care if you lived or died.''#the Eldest of his friends said that as well. (i think they were 25 or 27??)#is a scared and injured dog not worthy of life? hello? and what is the difference between a man and a dog?#i've said it before & i'll say it again: i just needed more time to get better. but he didn't have to give me that time. and that's fine.#i didn't have enough time to grow out of my shit. nor did i have the best resources. it took my mom like 5-6 yrs to get better.#but she still fucks up sometimes. and she's still unintentionally mean. and she's in her 50s#gave me a wake-up call like no other tho i'll tell u what lmao#orignaletti
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JADEEEE i'd love to see an interaction between hotch and teacher!reader outside of school? maybe jack sees her first and step away from hotch for a moment to say hi, hotch gets scared when he realizes jack left but reader comes with him just a moment later because she's panicking too like 'why are you alone? where's your dad?' and jack takes her to him. is that ok??? i hope so! love you <3333
I love you ty for your request! âHotch flirts with Jackâs favourite teacher, because heâs never as subtle as he should be. fem, 2k
Jack reads a couple of books a week now his dad is home more often. His mom used to read to him some because he loves them, but she preferred to tell her own on the fly. His dad isnât as good a story teller, and when he does try the stories donât end up very happy, so they read. Sometimes two or three books a night if they're short ones.Â
With Jackâs library card they can borrow ten books. With his dadâs, another ten. Twenty altogether, enough to last the month if theyâre careful or if dad gets called away a lot, which he usually does.Â
âCan I look for Super Pup?â Jack asks his dad.Â
Aaron sits on a chair a little too small for him in the kids section. âWhat?â he asks, looking up from the back of the large picture book Jackâs just handed him.Â
âSuper Pup?âÂ
âIâll help, buddy.â Hotch looks like heâs going to stand, then hesitates. âIn a second. Donât go where I canât see you, Jackers.âÂ
Hotch is tired. He didnât come home until very late, but heâd woken Aunt Jess anyway and, when Jack woke, there his dad was sleeping in the beanbag by his bed. Heâs sore all over now and exhausted from a restless night. Jack feels sorry, as much as he can for being six nearly seven, but he also knows that his dad doesnât mind the hurting. It was nice to wake up together after a few days apart.Â
And now heâs brought him to the library, and after that theyâll go for groceries. Jack should be quick. If they get home before dinner time his dad will ask him if he wants to nap together, which is the best. They just lay there in the big bed with the fan on and snooze until itâs too late to cook, so his dad breaks out the takeout menus, and promises he wonât do it again with a quick hug from behind.Â
As though it makes him a terrible parent for feeding his kid. Jack canât know how guilty it makes Hotch feel to do it, and Hotch doesnât seem to notice how much Jack loves these days where his dad is exhausted and totally his.Â
Jack runs around looking for Super Pup. Hotchâs phone beeps in his pocket, and he fights to keep his eyes open.
A ways away, you browse the fiction section in a crouch, knees somehow totally under your skirt, flicking aside spines of skinny books for something you can read at lunch time. Something that doesnât require much attention, and could be read in short intervals. You used to demand a half hour to yourself when you first started teaching, but that was before the lonely kids started cropping up. Kids with no friends, or sad smiles, who want company and quiet alike.Â
You reach for a pink-spined Japanese translation as a little hand pats your elbow. Youâre so used to kids you say, âWhatâs up?â before you remember you arenât at work.Â
You turn in your crouch to look behind you. âOh, hi, Jack! What are you doing here?âÂ
âMe and dad are looking for books.âÂ
You smile at him genuinely, happy to see your favourite student, even if youâre terrified on the inside at the prospect of his father. Heâs the most gentlemanly man youâve ever met. Heâs arduous in how respectful he is, heâs understanding, and heâs tall, dark, and handsome. It is a chilling collection of traits. You stumble whenever you have to talk to him.Â
But Jack is easy. You and Jack talk every day. âWhat sorts of books? Just for fun?âÂ
âI want to read Super Pup.âÂ
The kids love Super Pup and his magic bark. You stand promptly, suddenly much taller than Jack as you brush down your skirt. âWait,â you say. Mr. Hotchner gets called away for work all the time, but he wouldnât leave Jack alone, would he? âWhereâs your dad? Youâre not by yourself, are you?âÂ
Jack laughs. âNo! Iâm looking for Super Pup! Dadâs tired.âÂ
You canât decipher exactly what those two things have to do with each other, but you can guess how panicked his dad will be to find Jack so far from the kidâs section. Fiction is the other side of the library. âHow did you end up over here?â You offer your hand. âShould we go back and find your dad?âÂ
âI saw your skirt, Miss L/N. I like the flowers.â
He takes your hand, clumsy to your gentleness. âThanks, honey. Letâs go find dad before he calls his scary friends and has your name on the news.âÂ
You get to the kids section slowly. Endearingly so, but nerve-wracking, too, because Mr. Hotchner can be intimidating. Jack likes holding your hand, you think, clinging to your fingers as he guides you across the library, past the staircase down to the first floor, and back to the kids section.Â
âJack?â Mr. Hotchner asks loudly, turned away from you both near the graphic novel selection. âJack.âÂ
âMr. Hotchner,â you say.Â
âDad!âÂ
He spins on his heel. His shoulders relax noticeably, but the stress in his gaze remains.Â
âJack, I said stay where I can see you,â he says, not half as scolding as he could be as Jack lets go of your hand and runs to his legs, where he stops. âPlease, buddy. You gotta listen to me.âÂ
Jack turns between you and his dad with a smile, âBut look, itâs Miss L/N.âÂ
âI can see,â he says softly.Â
Mr. Hotchner leans down, taking Jack up into his arms with impressive ease, and begins the walk to you where youâve stayed.Â
âI hope he didnât interrupt you,â he says.Â
âPlease,â you say, âheâs my favourite. Justââ You wince. âDonât tell anybody at school I said that, Jack. Please.âÂ
âI think we can keep this secret,â Mr. Hotchner says.Â
âHe was just telling me that youâre looking for Super Pup. If you donât find it, we have copies at the school library. And we can always order you one.âÂ
Mr. Hotchner gives you a small, and what you know to be rare, smile. âI donât think he even looked.âÂ
âI did look!â Jack disagrees, though his disagreement barely has any attitude to it, a credit to his upbringing.Â
âYou clearly werenât looking in the right place.âÂ
âI was too. How would you know, you were sleeping!âÂ
âI wasnât sleeping,â Mr. Hotchner says to you.Â
You tuck your hands behind your back. âItâs okay, Mr. Hotchner, I believe you. In my classroom we like to say weâre resting our eyes.âÂ
âAaron,â he says, as he says whenever you speak to each other, and as you always forget to call him. Not a demand but a suggestion youâd swear to be bordering affectionate.Â
Youâve been Jackâs teacher for two months this year, and almost the entire year previously. In the summer when they leave, youâll find out if youâre moving up a grade with him, but until then, youâve made the most of such a nice kid, and you arenât shy to tell that to Aaron. You donât mind that Jack spends his lunch time with you. He embodies all of the reasons that pushed you to become a teacher in the first place.Â
And his father is a good reason to stay. Heâs one of the only nice (hot) dads.Â
You do worry often that he can read your expression. His lips have quirked into a bemused smile, whatâs so funny? Heâs terrifying.Â
âAaron,â you rush to say, and fill the silence youâve made, âItâs nice to see you.âÂ
âItâs nice to see you, too. Youâll see me on Monday, so youâll be sick of me by Tuesday.âÂ
You rock ever so gently on your heels. âYou arenât working.âÂ
âItâs Jackâs birthday.âÂ
You nod, pleased. âI know! I know, we already talked about what cupcakes he wants, didnât we? Everybodyâs gonna have rainbow sprinkle, and for a treat weâre going to watch a movie before lunch.âÂ
âDo you do that for every kid?âÂ
âI do.âÂ
âHow do you afford it?â He lowers his gaze. âI just mean, itâs expensive to do that for every birthday.âÂ
âLuckily for me and unluckily for the kids, quite a few of them have birthdays outside of term time. Thirty students is three trays of ten, and that doesnât usually break the bank, even if things get tight. But⊠I donât know, I guess I just have to make room when it does. Itâs special to feel special, and,â âyou smile, exuberant and a little shy at once, clutching your elbow in your handâ âJack always makes everybody else feel special. âÂ
The boy in question turns into his fathers chest, pleased beyond words.Â
Aaron gives you a long, long look. âThank you,â he says.Â
âOh, youâre welcome.âÂ
You say goodbye to Aaron and Jack and wish them both a good weekend, which you spend wondering what the pressure of Aaronâs hand would be like on your shoulder, and if you should be ashamed of yourself for thinking about it at all. He seems like heâd give a good hug. You catch yourself picturing him opening a door and ban yourself from thinking of him at all.Â
Monday morning, you stand at the door ushering your students inside, and you canât help beaming when Jack and Aaron arrive.Â
âAw, Jack, whereâs your birthday badge?â you ask, fall air nipping your nose.Â
âHe was feeling too shy,â Aaron says. Heâs in casual dress again. Some men should be banned from half-zips, itâs inhumane.Â
âYou were?â You bend just a bit, hand in your pocket. âWell, I thought you might be, so I brought my badge from home. Itâs super shiny, bud. What do you think?âÂ
You show Jack the badge, Itâs My Birthday in silver against a rainbow backdrop.Â
Maybe it was silly to bring, but you had a feeling he wouldnât want to wear one, and maybe he should. He deserves for all his friends to give him some attention, and to have them fight over who gets to sit with him at lunch.Â
âWe have something for you,â Jack says.Â
You stand straight. âYou do?âÂ
Aaron hadnât been expecting to be the one to give it to you, that much is obvious. He hesitates for a second before he passes you a small brown box, the top of which is made up of four leaves folded into a dome. You have an inkling of what it might me.Â
âThank you⊠Can I open it now?â you ask.Â
âI think you should wait for lunch,â Aaron says.Â
You raise your eyebrows but abide by his suggestion, murmuring another thank you as Aaron bends to give Jack a hug. âHave a good day. Iâll be here to pick you up, I promise,â he says.
Itâs a great day. The kids are excited for cupcakes and overjoyed to get them before lunch. Not a crumb goes uneaten, and as they all sing for Jack with his borrowed badge, heâs actually happy for the attention. He doesnât eat with you at lunch, which is a great thing even if you love his company.Â
Alone, you fold back the leaves of your mysterious box and smile like an idiot when you confirm whatâs inside. A cupcake slightly more sophisticated than rainbow sprinkle spreads icing across the brown carrier, and a business card leans against the other side.Â
The front of the card is as youâd expected it to be spelling out Aaronâs contact details from work, and you combust thinking he wants you to call him, but itâs the back that youâd been meant to see. You read it as you fold down the leaves of the cupcake carrier,Â
Thirty students, three trays of ten. What does that leave for you? âAaron.Â
Flirt, you think firmly, happily. Heâs such a flirt.Â
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motherly instincts- a.hotchner
a/n: i imagined a fem reader but as per usual, imagine what you like :)
summary: aaron's mother can only be helpful to you postpartum, right?
pairing: husband! aaron hotchner x wife! reader
warnings: fluff, body shaming, feeling of discomfort, postpartum, reader is postpartum and aaron's wife.
You were pregnant. It wasnât exactly planned, but Aaron and you were ecstatic all the same. Jack was excited to have a new sibling and he was totally ok with it. At your wedding, you had adopted Jack, meaning you were already one of his legal guardians. The only problem was telling everyone. The team were ecstatic for you, Jj giving you tips, Spencer sending various articles on pregnancy and childbirth, Derek promising his babysitting service, Emily promising to come and help out in anyway, and Penelope sending you cute baby clothes ideas (and buying them for you).
But telling Aaronâs mother.Â
That was a shit show.Â
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âYouâre pregnant?â she repeated. The lack of emotion in her face and voice made you feel practically sick. âWhy?â
âMother-âÂ
âIs Jack not enough for her?â She asked like you weren't even there.
 You took a deep breath. âI adore Jack, you know I do. We werenât exactly planning this-â Wrong thing to say.
âSo you don't want the child?âÂ
Aaron rolled his eyes, taking your hand in his.Â
âOf course we want our child!â You exclaimed and she looked taken aback.Â
âAaron, sheâs shouting at me!â
âI will be too if you donât stop this mother.âÂ
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She had since reached out and apologised, so you felt that it was ok to let her come and stay for the week, they were her grandchildren too.
You had given birth to twins, two girls. You named them Elizabeth (Beth for short) and Natalie (Nat for short). You both loved both of them so much. They had taken Aaronâs dark hair, and your eyes. They were beautiful. You adored them. Aaron adored them. Jack adored them.Â
Aaronâs mother⊠not so much.
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Day 1
She had already bulldozed through your regular routine. You were exhausted from literally growing two children and then pushing them out and into the world. Aaron understood that. Jack understood that. Aaronâs mother did not. She expected you to just be fine. She expected you to do all the cooking and cleaning while she took care of your newborn babies. Aaron basically had to put her in a time out and lock the door to the nursery to let you just be with your children for more than a few minutes. Jack loved coming in to see his sisters whenever he could, which meant Ms. Hotchner also had to be allowed in. So, you were basically banished unless you wanted to argue, and trust me, you didnât want to argue with that woman.Â
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âAaron?â You mumbled as you climbed into bed beside him, both the twins and Jack down for the night.Â
âYes honey?â he whispered, wrapping you in his arms.Â
âDo you think you could talk to your mother? Just about letting me have some down time with the twins?â
âOf course darling, I didnât realise it was that bad,â he looked down at you. Even through the darkness of the room, you could see the guilt on his face.Â
âItâs not!â You lied. âJust⊠I donât know,â You sighed. âIt doesn't matter, sorry for worrying you. You shouldnât say anything.â
âAre you sure?â He asked, scepticism clear in his voice. âIâm happy to talk to her. Sheâs only supposed to be here if sheâs helping. If sheâs not helping we can ask her to go home.â
âAaron, itâs alright, I promise.âÂ
âWell, tell me if it gets bad, alright? I know she can be overbearing sometimes,â The amount of care and love present in his voice and words almost brought you to tears, so you just nodded and pressed your head into his chest. You felt him chuckle. âI love you so much.â
âI love you too.â
After a few minutes of his comforting voice and soft hands lulling you into drowsiness, you were asleep.Â
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When the baby monitor went off and you slept through the cries of your children, Aaron smiled. He was happy you were getting sleep. Insomnia had been the prevailing issue of your pregnancy, and it drove you crazy. He got up, swaddled and fed his babies, checked in on Jack and got himself a glass of water. He lay down beside you again and cupped your cheek. You were sound-asleep as he looked at you with all the love in the world.Â
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Day 2
âDid you sleep?â You asked your husband. âIâm so sorry I slept through it, I just⊠next time you should wake me up, ok? Iâm so sorry-â
He cut you off with a kiss. âI was fine, donât worry. Iâm glad youâre finally getting some sleep,â he smiled playfully at your glare.Â
âI can take Jack to school if you want to lounge around for a bit?â You offered, hopeful that he would let you. He shook his head and dipped down, kissing you again.Â
âIâm fine. Iâll walk him there, then go for a run.âÂ
âThatâs a brilliant idea!â Hotchâs mother exclaimed. âSheâll go for a run and drop Jack off. She needs to start getting rid of the baby fat.â
Your jaw genuinely dropped. There was no way anyone would have the nerve to say that to you. Not when you were literal weeks postpartum. You knew you didnât look the same as before, you hadnât expected to. But to be confronted with it so blatantly was a stab into your confidence.Â
Aaronâs face hardened and solidified into one of irritation and annoyance. âWhat did you just say to my wife?âÂ
âAaron. We canât lie to her! It would just be a disservice,â your mother-in-law said as she stood by the coffee machine, a frown on her lips. âItâs only a few miles-â
âIf you ever think about talking about my wife in that way I will not hesitate to block your number. You can pack your bags Mother. Iâll call you a taxi,â Aaron got his phone out, a comforting hand on your waist.Â
âAaron, thatâs a bit drastic-â You tried but his voice cut yours off, ordering a taxi to your house. He thanked the person on the line and smiled at you as he hung up, his motherâs temper tantrum beginning.Â
âShe doesnât get to talk to you like that. No one does.âÂ
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There was no day 3. She left your house, essentially cursing you, but you didnât care. It was finally the way it was meant to be. Just Aaron, Jack, the girls, and you.Â
Your perfect family.Â
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season 4 pt1 with rafe, high school gf and their son!
rafe and high school gf who spread his dadâs ashes together. theyâre on rafeâs boat together as he spreads the ashes, her arms wrapped around his waist comfortingly. he wouldnât want anyone else to be with him for this moment
rafe is pretty content with hiring a babysitter to look after the kids when he wants to spend some time alone with his girl, and when he decides to compete at the enduro, he deems the day kid-free. no one would think the couple had two kids and a house together as they stood together on the beach, her hands brushing tenderly against the nape of rafeâs neck as he sat on his bike.
âYouâve got this baby, you know that? Itâll be a piece of cake,â she said, her voice quiet. This was a moment between the two of them, and no one else needed to hear. Rafe still disliked sharing intimate moments in public brazenly, but he still needed reassurance and love.
He nodded, bringing her closer to him as he placed a quick kiss against her lips. âIâm gonna win this for you, baby.â
rafe absolutely adores when he gets to bring his smokinâ hot wife out with him to the events on figure 8. he loves to let his girl get dressed up and all pretty (for him), knowing she sometimes felt frumpy after looking after their kids all day. theyâre at the club when rafe starts yelling at a random girl, enraged by her comment about his dad. his wife now having to drag him away with the help of topper, her hands soothing over his chest to try and distract him. it had been really hard for him since his dad died, and he swore heâd only survived bc of his wife and kids.
the couple are at the club they frequent together when hollis speaks to rafe, who after their conversation was no longer paying attention to the older woman, instead focusing on the girl he suddenly tucked under his arm
âAnd who is this?â
âThis is my wife,â Rafe said with a smirk, his arm wrapping around his girls shoulders, placing a quick kiss to the top of her head. At that, the older womanâs smile dropped minutely, quickly excusing herself.
âWho was she, baby?â His wife asked, watching as Rafe turned the business card over in his hand.
âUhh.. the biggest realtor/cougar on the island.â
âOh ok, sounds like just your type, huh?â
âBaby, nonono, why would I want a cougar when I have the hottest milf standing in front of me?â
Rafe shielded himself from her playful swats as she came closer, his arms wrapping around his wifeâs frame easily and lifting her off the ground.
âCome on baby, you know youâre the only one I want.â
rafe talks about his business deals with his wife often, her lounging on the pool chair as he vents his frustrations. he felt she was the only person he could tell everything to, and she would provide him with advice and solutions that actually helped, not just telling him what he wanted to hear
their son is resting on the other pool chair, exhausted after playing in the pool for hours with his mother and father, whilst their daughter rested on her motherâs chest, sleeping after being fed
rafe feels all of his frustrations slip away when heâs with his children - their innocence and happiness making him feel much lighter
girl dad rafe! he loves charlie but thereâs something about his little girl who looks so much like her mother, who adores him and always outstretches her chubby little fingers towards him, that makes rafeâs heart melt
he spoils his little girl more than he should, buying her all the little dresses and shoes and accessories a baby could ever need
rafe who asks his wife to teach him to braid so he can practice for when sheâs older!!!!!
girl dad rafe training charlie to be protective over his sister and make sure heâs always by her side
rafe had been addicted to coke, and while heâd managed to give it up, he had replaced the coke with alcohol. high school gf notices and does her best to reduce his intake, but truthfully, after seeing how difficult is was for rafe to stop the coke, she knew that this was probably the best she would get for a while. still, he doesnât escape without a raised eyebrow when he goes to get another drink from the fridge
topper who knows never to talk bad about rafeâs girl - EVER. he made that mistake once and lived to regret it, having to lie to his parents that he fell from his bike. topper actually likes her now, and he gave himself the title of uncle topper to the cameron kids
as a husband, rafe is so handsy in public. he doesnât care what people think about him anymore, so he lets himself squeeze and touch as much as he wants
beach time bby! i feel like honestly, rafe doesnât like bringing his kids around the drunken kooks. theyâre rowdy and rude, and rafe is trying to be better
so instead, he loves to take the family down to their private stretch of beach adjacent to the house, and relax and play with the kids. itâs so peaceful to him, and he truly feels content with his life in those moments. heâs got his hot as shit wife in a little bikini with their daughter tucked in her side, and little charlie is climbing all over rafe as he tries to get his father to throw him in the water again
oh he 100% helps his wife pick out her bikini that day, tying the tie for her, his hands roaming a little too much as she giggles in front of him
she had told him once that she felt insecure after having their children, her body a little different than it used to be. truth be told, rafe loved it. every time he looked at her body naked, fucked her or held her in his arms, he was reminded that she brought their children into the world. she gave him purpose and love
(he also likes that her tits are bigger from breastfeeding and loves to squeeze them whenever he can)
rafe is such a good dad bc he puts everything he has into being there for his children. theyâre his entire world and everyone can see it
still, he needs frequent reassurance that he is nothing like the father his dad was, instead, he cares and nurtures his children
rafe discusses his plans to make amends with sarah with his wife, and she gives him strategies to try and talk to her (not that he tends to take them), but she also misses sarah
charlie who still asks for his aunty every now and then, making his mothers heart break. sarah hasnât even met their daughter yet :(
when he makes the decision to do the deal with hollis, he does it for his family. he wants to look after them, and this deal would do that for them.
but when she hits on him, sensually touching his hand, he makes his priorities clear to the woman as he scoffs, pulling away from her
âIâm marriedâŠ. And you know that - you even met her. Iâm doing this deal for her, and for our family, soâŠ.â
rafe has problems but that man is so loyal, he actually couldnât ever imagine wanting anyone else. he fought so hard and went through so much to keep his high school gf by his side and now he feels that she is the only person in the world who understands him fully. in his mind, itâs them against the world
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Doctor's In - Part 6
Summary: Your relationship with Wanda is put to the test when someone from her past stops by.
Wanda Maximoff x F!R
Youâre an adult. Youâre an adult.
You have to tell yourself over and over again, because itâs been forever since youâve been to the movies and the popcorn smells delicious, the candy assorment is incredible and you want to buy it all.
âCan we get nachos too?â Tommy says and your mouth waters.
âOh my God, nachosâ
By the time you join Billy and Wanda at the theater, youâre carrying two buckets of popcorn, four sodas, nachos and gummies.
âYou are never getting the food for movie night againâ Wanda glares, thinking about the sugar high sheâll have to deal with if the twins actually eat everything.
âBabe, itâs ok. Iâll eat everything before the kids canâ you joke. Wanda rolls her eyes and you keep your promise, checking that theyâre not gulfing down everything before the movie starts.
Ever since you told the kids about you two, youâve tried to make time for at least one family day as you call it, every week. So, today they wanted to see Inside Out 2 (after making you watch the first one) and you were happy to comply.
Wanda has to stop herself from laughing at the way you react to the movie. You make the same faces and noises as her two children, laughing especially hard at the scene where Anger attacks Pouchy.
âIâm so fullâ Billy complains.
âMe tooâ Tommy says.
âMe threeâ you join, making them laugh.
âWhose fault is that?â Wanda says, playfully pinching your side and you smile.
âSorry, love. Next time weâll just get the popcornâ
Walking around the mall, you decide to take them to the arcade so they can exhaust themselves playing.
âNothing with gunsâ Wanda warns in her stern mom voice.
âCome on, you two against me on foosballâ you challenge, a hand behind your back to make it seem like itâs the easiest thing in the world to play against them. Still, you tie and on the last ball, youâre about to score when you feel Wandaâs hands on your face, making you turn to kiss her.
Her lips are soft and she looks so gorgeous, you melt against the contact, forgetting the game.
âNot fairâ you say when you realise you lost the last point. Wanda laughs against your lips when you kiss her again, while the boys go play air hockey.
Once theyâve spent enough time exhausting themselves, you decide to head back home.
âTeeth and pajamasâ Wanda says to the kids as they go up the stairs.
âWhat about me?â you follow her to the kitchen, cornering her against the counter. âCan I get a little sweet treat before bed?â
âAnd what would that sweet treat be?â
âYouâ
Wandaâs eyes darken, remembering how you ate her out right in this spot a few weeks ago.
âBut you were a bit naughty, getting all that candyâ she teases, turning her face when you lean forward to kiss her. âYouâve had enough sweets for the day, donât want you getting cavitiesâ
âJust one more, I promiseâ you plead, hand going behind her to cup her ass through her jeans.
She finally gives in to your advances, initiating a sensual kiss that makes you weak in the knees.
âMom, I was ready for bed first!â Tommy shouts from upstairs, because theyâre always making it a competition.
âDo they happen to go to summer camp? Winter camp? Anything camp?â you joke as she breaks the kiss, laughing.
âCome onâ she leads you upstairs, where you usually lean against the doorway as Wanda tucks them in.
There, you see with adoration as Wanda makes sure theyâre all set for the night, kissing their foreheads and whispering something in Sokovian. You know by the sounds of the room that sometimes they stay up after that, but theyâre just talking to each other while they feel tired enough to sleep.
Once youâre at Wandaâs room, you sit in her bed, because the favorite part of this little routine is watching her while sheâs in front of the mirror of her dresser. First, she takes off her jewelry, then the very light makeup she usually has and at the end, Wanda applies some skincare product because she insists there are wrinkles around her eyes that make her feel old. Even if she doesnât tell you, Wanda enjoys how you take in every little movement she makes, and the look of complete love in your face.
âThink theyâll ever want their own rooms? Or not want to share as much as they do now?â
âMaybe when theyâre teenagers. I remember Pietro and I just started to talk to more people and make other friends in high school. But he was still my best friend, at the end of the day. I think heâs the only person that knows everything about meâ
âEverything?â you repeat, enjoying how Wanda moves over to your lap as soon as she finishes with her makeup. âDoes he know about me?â
âYeah, I knew the boys would tell him if I didnâtâ she laughs and you smile, kissing her neck. âHad to convince him to not book the first flight here, because he wanted to come and give you the shovel talkâ
âBring itâ
âMaybe later. I donât want him to scare you off, babyâ
âNothing can and nothing willâ you promise, carrying her so sheâs laying in bed. You smile, enjoying how beautiful she looks. âNow, about that sweet treatâ
â
Lazy Sundays are a thing that you recently discovered, and they have become your favorite.
It usually starts with waking up next to Wanda, cuddled up in bed, sharing kisses until you hear the unmistakable noise of small footsteps trying to get some morning cookies.
Then, you wake up, and play with the kids for a little, while Wanda makes breakfast. You always clean up, making sure she doesnât do anything more than strictly necessary.
This morning is no different, and youâre excited because the plan for today is drive to the Natural History Museum. You canât wait for the kids to see all the cool fossils.
âDarling, can you go to the car and check if I left my charger there? My phoneâs deadâ
âSure, babyâ you smile, giving her a playful smack on the butt as you walk to the door.
Youâre still yawning, rubbing the sleep off your eyes while you step outside. You hear a motorcycle and perk up, wondering if itâs a certain someone you know. But whoever is driving parks right outside of Wandaâs driveway, and a man with short blonde hair and blue eyes gets off, carrying a duffel bag.
âOh, sorry. I must have the wrong houseâ he says as you walk out the door.
âWho are you looking for?â
âWanda Maximoffâ
âNo, youâre in the right place. Can I help you?â you say, your heart beating fast. This man is definitely not Pietro, as youâve seen him in pictures before.
âSteve? Oh, my God!â you hear Wanda shout behind you and she runs past you, right into his arms. Youâre taken aback by her excitement over someone whose name youâve never even heard.
âUncle Steve!â the kids join, and he stops spinning Wanda in the air (like out of a fucking romcom) and goes to greet the kids. You stan there, feeling uncomfortable until Wanda asks him to step inside and sees you.
âOh, pardon my manners. Steve, this is Y/Nâ
Not my girlfriend, but Y/N.
Right.
âNice to meet youâ
âCaptain Steve Rogersâ he says, making sure you know he is a captain.
Oh, big man with a big title. Asshole.
âDoctor Y/N Y/L/Nâ you hit back.
âWe grew up together. Well, he was a few years older than us, but the Rogers were so nice and welcoming when we first moved to the USâ Wanda says, practically giving the man heart eyes. âAnd now, well, heâs in the army so we donât see each other as muchâ
âHad a couple of days off, thought Iâd stop by. Iâm sorry, I didnât know you had companyâ he eyes you curiously and then to Wanda. âIâll find a place to stayâ
âNone of that, youâre staying with us. Y/N lives across the streetâ
âYeah, I doâ you nod. âWe were just going to the museum todayâ
âOn such a nice day? We could go and play some baseballâ he says, and you have to resist the urge to punch him in his very defined jaw.
But the twins agree and Wanda is quick to follow suit, so you just smile politely.
âCome on, I want to hear everythingâ Wanda pulls him inside, her arm around his.
You look back to your place and sigh.
âWhateverâ you mutter, going back to your own house.
Wanda doesnât even notice until they are getting ready to leave for their baseball game.
âArenât you coming?â she asks as soon as you open the door.
âNo, Iâm more of an indoors type of person. Have fun, catch up with your friendâ
âYouâre still having dinner with us, right?â
âSureâ you say, knowing full well youâll run to the hospital under the excuse of an emergency at the last minute.
âEverything ok? I didnât mean to⊠ignore you back there. I was just so surprised about Steveâ
âItâs fineâ you lie.
âOk. I love youâ she stands on her toes to kiss you and you smile, appreciating how the words sooth your heart in spite of everything.
Youâre restless, so you run to the gym and spend a good hour just listening to music and working out. By the time youâre back, completely exhausted, thereâs another god damn bike on your driveway.
âWhere the hell have you been?â Carol says as soon as you step on to your house.
âWow, whatâs gotten into you?â
âI have a lesbian emergency. And youâre the only other lesbian I trust enough!â she hisses, looking like a mad woman.
âOk, chill, will ya? Let me take a shower and weâll talk about itâ
âMaria wants kidsâ Carol blurts out, following you upstairs.
âOk, so?â
âSo! Itâs too soonâ
âYouâve been dating since med school. By gay standards thatâs like a good ten years of marriage, Carolâ youâre about to step into the room to shower when you turn around. âCan I help you?â
âIâve been to your room!â
âWhen we were fuck buddies. Now youâre engaged and I have a girlfriend, so wait downstairs for meâ you say, because thereâs no way in hell youâre letting her in just like that. You know Wanda would be upset about it.
âYouâre meanâ
âAnd you are a baby, Danversâ you stick your tongue out, closing the door to shower.
When you go downstairs, thereâs Chinese food waiting and a couple of beers.
âIâm stress eatingâ she explains. You nod, taking out the food to the porch where you can enjoy the cool breeze. âWhose bike is that?â
âA friend of Wandaâsâ
âDo I detect a hint of jealousy?â
âSo, Maria wants to have kids?â you retort, making her groan. âCome on, this canât be a surprise to you. Unless she recently changed her mindâ
âItâs not about having them, itâs about whenâ she says, playing with her food. âWe agreed weâd get married, travel for a bit. Have a life outside of work and then think about kids. But she left, and we broke it off for a whileâ
âSo, youâre worried itâs too soon because of the time apartâ
âIâm angryâ Carol says and it seems like it takes an enormous amount of effort to even admit it. âI stayed, I didnât change our plans together. And now, she came back and wants to change things again. It doesnât seem fair that Maria is calling all the shotsâ
âDid you tell her that?â you take a sip of your beer, enjoying the taste. Youâve only had wine for the last couple of weeks.
âI just said Iâd think about itâ Carol admits. âAnd then I ran hereâ
âI seeâ you nod, taking a breath before asking something youâve thought in the past. âAre you afraid youâll be a bad parent?â
âYesâ Carol answers immediately.
Youâve seen so many surgeons struggle to keep up with their personal life while doing their job. Hell, even Stark and Pepper had their rough patch when Morgan was a baby.
âI think youâd be a great mom, Carolâ you admit, knowing how good she is with kids. âMaybe you can compromise on the timeline. Like at least have a wedding even if itâs small and a honeymoon. Because once a baby comes, itâs gonna be your job 24/7â
âSpeaking from experience with two kids?â she wiggles her eyebrows and you chuckle. âWanna tell me about the friend?â
âHe showed up unannounced and Wanda acted like this⊠teenager with a crush. Oh, and get this, I wasnât introduced as her girlfriend, she only used my nameâ
âThatâs kinda annoying. Very Iâm still in the closet vibesâ
âHer brother knows about us, thoughâ you say. Unless that was a lie.
âWell, you should tell her itâs bothering you. Iâve seen you make so many changes to your life for her, Y/N. You take time off and help her, and that speaks volumes about youâ
âMaybe I moved foo fastâ you think, sipping your beer.
âYou are a lesbianâ she points out and you both laugh.
For the next hour, you keep talking about work and other stuff, until you see Wandaâs car approaching. Youâre hit with a pang of jealousy when you see Steve driving, and opening the car door for Wanda.
âDude is buffâ Carol comments, and she whistles. âYeap, I see what you meanâ
Wanda barely looks at your place, and she only pays attention when she catches up to Carol sitting next to you.
âThatâs my cue to go. Good luckâ Carol says, taking her jacket.
âDrive safelyâ you say. âOr maybe take a cab?â
âI only had half a beer. See ya, princessâ Carol says loud enough for Wanda to hear. Your girlfriend glares at her retreating figure and then looks at you.
âIs that why you didnât want to come with us?â
âI didnât even know Carol was going to come, Wanda. She needed some relationship adviceâ you say, standing up to pick up the trash. âAnd Iâm not the one who cancelled our plans to hang with a total stranger. You know I only get one Sunday off every three weeks and I worked extra hours to be with you for the weekendâ
âSteve isnât a strangerâ
It annoys you that she ignores your comment about the time off you work hard to get. To spend time together, no less.
âHe is to meâ
âYouâre right. Just come over and meet him? I promise you once you do everything will be fineâ
âSureâ you say. Thatâs the last thing you want to do, but you feel the tension between you and Wanda, and if you say no to dinner or skip at the last minute how you had originally planned, youâll get into a fight.
You can get through one dinner, right?
As soon as you walk in to Wandaâs home, you wish you had just faked a work emergency.
Steve is playing with Billy and Tommy, clearly not understanding how the control of the console works.
âDragons are kinda lameâ he jokes. Or not, who knows.
âSpyro isnât lameâ Billy says and you smile proudly. Thatâs your boy.
âHeyâ the man greets you as you walk to the kitchen to find Wanda. âYour friend has a nice bike. Too bad she drinks and drivesâ
You give him a dirty look from across the room, figuring itâs better to ignore him.
âDo you drink and drive too?â he asks, and now youâre certain you will kick his ass.
âOh, so glad youâre hereâ Wanda walks in, carrying a couple of plates. âMind helping me with the salad?â
âSureâ you say, eager to get away from Captain Morality.
Unfortunately, he seems to be in a chatty mood during dinner and you have to resist the urge to ignore him every time he asks a question.
âWhat about your family?â he asks at one point and you think you might break the Hippocratic Oath and stick your fork in his hand.
âWhat about them?â you dodge the question, taking a bite of your chicken.
âYeah, what do your parents do? Any siblings?â
âMy momâs a teacher, my dadâs deadâ you say without any more context.
âSorryâ the man says.
âMaybe we can talk about something elseâ Wanda says, and itâs the first time in all night that sheâs had some consideration towards you. She asks him about another friend of theirs and youâre allowed to eat peacefully, happy that Captain Ass is leaving you alone.
âYou ok?â Tommy says next to you and you smile, nodding. âI really wanted to go to the museumâ
âMe too, buddy. Some other timeâ
When everyoneâs done you do the usual cleaning, starting with washing the dishes.
Wanda joins you in the kitchen a while later, saving leftovers and putting away some of the spices she used.
âEverything ok?â she asks.
âFineâ
âAre you staying over?â
âI have to go to the hospitalâ you lie. Youâre gonna be restless and canât stand the idea of just laying in bed thinking about everything thatâs happened today. You need the rush of work to clear your head.
âWell, Iâm glad you got to know Steve a little better. Heâll only stay for a couple of days before going to visit his parents. Joseph and Sarah are so greatâ
âMhmâ you give a noncomittal groan and she keeps going.
âIt was always so nice for us to spend time with them. And my parents, they just love Steve! My mom always told me we would be great together, but then I met someone else and you know, the twins came alongâ
âWow, thatâs greatâ
âYeah, I always wondered. Maybe we would have been a good coupleâ she keeps going, completely oblivious to how annoyed you are.
âLucky you, heâs here now and seems like heâs ready to pick up were you left offâ
âWhat?âÂ
âI donât know, Wanda. Youâre out here talking about him like heâs Godâs greatest gift to this Earth, how you wonder if your life would be better with him. Go be with him if thatâs what you want. I wonât be the one to stop youâ you finally break, finishing the dishes and drying your hands.
âDo you hear yourself? Youâre being incredibly immatureâ Wanda hisses, looking at the kitchen door, concerned that her friend or her children will listen.
âIâm being honest. How do you think it makes me feel to listen to this?â
âOh, please. Iâm not the one who is all cozy with her exâ she retorts.
âCarol and I work together and you knew about us before you and I started datingâ
âWhat do you want me to do? Kick my friend out because youâre insecure?â
âNo. I want you toâŠâ
I want you to want me.
The words come back to you from a place you thought was buried, and it hits you like a ton of bricks.
A hand covers your mouth, trying to keep the words in, as if youâre not crumbling down. Taking a breath, you try to steady yourself.
âI have to goâ you say, eager to put some distance between you two.
âWaitâ Wanda says, her demeanor completely different. Sheâs never seen you this vulnerable or shaken.
âIâm going to the hospitalâ you avoid her eyes, leaving in a rush.
All you can do is run.
â
Thank God for work. Thereâs so much to do, you spend all night running around and by the time you sit, itâs 5 AM.
âMy feet are killing meâ Carol says; she also came to the hospital to run away from her problems.
âCome on, cheer upâ you say, giving her chocolate and a granola bar.
You sit next to her, both of you staring at the wall, caught up in your own thoughts. When Darcy stops by, she tilts her head, eyeing you curiously.
âGirl trouble?â
You both nod and she sighs, sitting between the two.
âMe tooâ
âYou and who?â Carol says.
âMe. Iâm the problem with myselfâ Darcy says and in spite of yourself, you laugh. âCome on, the doctorâs in. Who wants to go first?â
âWanda has a surprise guest that looks like a model, and it happens to be a dude she grew up with and her parents loved and wanted them to marryâ
âWow. Thatâs awful. Is he staying with her now? Are you worried theyâre gonna bone?â
âI am nowâ you frown.
âOk, good talk!â Darcy says, grimacing. âCarol, wanna go next?â
âNo, thanksâ she says, afraid Darcy will put new worries in her head like she did with you.
Itâs really fucking funny, isnât it? The dude shows up out of nowhere, is passive agressive when Wanda isnât looking, you fight and maybe now sheâs sad and running into his arms.
Perfect.
Your pager releases you from the new horrors and you spring to action, hoping work takes your mind off of everything else.
There are a few accidents on the road due to the heavy rain, so you focus on that and even scrub in with Carol in what Darcy dubs the Gay Denial Club.
âGo to sleepâ Fury says when he catches you drifting off while standing up a few hours later.
âIâm fineâ you lie.
âTake a walk, sleep. If you donât want to go back home now itâs fine. But donât stay here, youâve been at the hospital for too longâ
âOkâ you rub your eyes, feeling hungry and knowing cafeteria food wonât do the trick for now.
The pier is the one place where you can feel at peace right now, so you pick up some food and eat on a bench, looking out the water. When it gets cold, you do something that only happens once a year.
Smoking is so damn bad, but so good when youâre feeling completely done with the world. Right now youâre wondering why you quit.
Someone walks up to you, and you recognise the parfum instantly.
âThatâs bad for youâ Wanda says and you let out a dry laugh.
âSo Iâve heard. What are you doing here?â
âYou werenât at the hospital and I just had a feeling Iâd find you hereâ she says, sitting.
âGood callâ you say, pushing out the smoke away from her.
âIâm sorryâ
âWhat for?â
âThe way I acted. And that thing I said⊠I didnât mean it like that. When I said I sometimes wondered what my life would be like, I didnât mean it as if I wanted it to be different⊠because then I wouldnât have Billy and Tommy and thatâs just simply unconceivable for meâ
âI knowâ you nod, but keep staring at the pier.
âAre you gonna say anything else?â
You shrug your shoulders, debating if itâs worth it to open up about whatâs bothering you.
âMy mom didnât want meâ you finally say, putting out the cigarrette and coughing. You feel the need to light up another one immediately. âI heard her once or twice, saying it would have been easier if it was only her and her new family.â
âThatâs awful. I never meant to make you feel that wayâ she says, trying to reach for your hand, but you move it away.
âI know. In my head, logically, I get what you meant. But all I feel is like a second choice. And I really, really, donât want to feel that, you know? I spent my whole life running from that, and I canât deal with it. I just donât know howâ
âIs there anything I can do?â she asks, sighing. The sound of your pager goes off, and you smile.
âYou should go home. And I have workâ
âI love youâ Wanda says, holding your hand as you walk past her. You nod, looking at her for the first time. Sheâs so beautiful and perfect and you love her so much, but you know you need to step back and work through the pain this whole thing revived in you.
âI knowâ you nod, walking away, your pager going off a few more times.
You understand the urgency as you arrive to the hospital.
âThereâs a sinkhole in the middle of the city. You and Danvers are going to the siteâ
âJesus, alright. Darcy, youâll handle the ER while Iâm gone, Bishop and Parker, come with meâ you get ready, packing up the essentials and putting on a windbreaker, as it looks like it will rain all night long.
âBe carefulâ Chief Fury says as you all get on an ambulance.
âSee you on the other side, Chiefâ you wink at him, closing the door as you enter last.
â
The rain drops hit the windshield, providing a soothing white noise that helps Wanda calm her thougths. She takes her time driving back home, not just because of the storm, but because she wants peace and quiet to think about everything you just told her.
She had hoped that she could fix things and youâd come home with her, but apparently it was a lot more complicated for you.
âEverything ok?â Steve says as soon as she walks in.
âNot reallyâ Wanda admits, locking the door and dragging her feet to the kitchen. âFor the first time in ten years I meet someone who wants me, and is nice and amazing and also loves my two kids⊠and I managed to make her feel like a second hand toyâ
âIs that what she said?â
âNo. It isnât. But I screwed up so bad, Steveâ Wanda says, pouring a glass of wine, beating herself up over and over again for what happened.
âItâs not your faultâ Steve admits at last, because he knows Wanda can be too hard on herself.
âYes, it isâ Wanda argues, not catching what heâs trying to say.
âI need to tell you somethingâ Steve shifts in his place. âPietro asked me to check up on you. He said you wouldnât let him come and that Y/N sounded too good to be true. So I offered to stop by and see for myself⊠I may have been a bit rude to her when we spokeâ
âAre you being serious right now?â Wanda has to bite her tongue, because her children are asleep and she doesnât want to wake them up. âWhat gave you the right?â
âWanda, he worries about youâ
âI am a grown woman, with two children, a successful career, a house that I own. Iâm more of an adult than Pietro or youâ
âWe didnât mean any harmâ Steve insists but she raises her hand.
âYou should go. Stay over tonight if you have to, but I want you gone tomorrow morning, Steveâ she requests, her tone firm. The man nods, leaving the kitchen.
Wanda sighs and downs the last of her glass of wine, hoping she can call you and apologize. If she had known before that Steve was deliberately rude to youâŠ
âHello?â Darcy picks up. She insists when Wanda doesnât speak. âWanda? I see your name in the caller IDâ
âHi, Darcy. Sorry, I was hoping I could speak to Y/N but if sheâs busyâŠâ
âWeâre all busyâ Darcy says, updating the patient list. âY/N is not here, she was called on site to deal with the sinkholeâ
âThereâs a sinkhole?â
âYeah, itâs all over the news. Listen, I picked up the phone just to make sure you didnât have an emergency, because sheâd freak out if something happened to you. But if youâre fine I gotta get back to managing the ER while sheâs goneâ
âNo, I wanted to talk⊠Iâm fine. Just please tell her to call me?â
âWill try. Byeâ Darcy says, hanging up as two more ambulances stop at the entrance of the ER.
Wanda walks over to the tv, watching as the local newstation reports on the activity.
âDoctors from Shield Medical Center and Stark Hospital have arrived at the scene to help with trauma patients. We encourage people to stay home as the heavy rain will continue throughout Westviewâ the anchor woman says. Thereâs footage of medical personnel walking by the scene but Wanda canât spot you.
She stays in the living room, hoping to see you, just to make sure youâre ok. Pretty soon, she falls asleep on the couch, but the noise of the tv stays in the background, making her dream of you, and the sadness in your eyes the last time she saw you.
â
âI have to go with this patientâ Carol says, while the EMTs get the man on the ambulance. âIâll try to come back as soon as we stabilize himâ
âBe carefulâ you nod, turning to Kate and Peter next. âWhat else we got? Parker?â
âI have a head trauma and weâre waiting for an ambulance. Doctor Stark was out of town but flying in right now. I have to prep the patient so heâs ready by the time Stark landsâ
âHow did he find a flight with this weather?â Kate asks and you chuckle.
âBishop, he owns a helicopterâ
âOh, rightâ
âAlright, Peter, youâre taking the next ambulance. Kate?â
âIâm stayingâ she says and you nod. Itâs been four hours since you got here and youâre all soaked. At least most of the people have been evacuated.
âWe got two people down here!â someone shouts and you turn in that direction.
âHow can we help?â you greet Clint Barton, and he nods your way, greeting you.
âHey, doc. Itâs a small girl and her mom, the woman is trapped under the carâ
âFuckâ Kate says, and you hit her arm.
âLanguageâ
âNo, fuck is right. The woman needs to have her leg amputated if we want to get her out but itâs too risky to go down thereâ
âIâll goâ you say.
âItâs seriously riskyâ Barton insists but you shrug your shoulders and he nods. âAlright everybody, weâre getting the doc downâ
âIs this a good idea?â Kate asks when you request the medical equipment.
âIt will be fine, trust me. Be prepared to stabilize her as soon as theyâre up. And inform Maria about the little girl, sheâll need a consultâ
âRight awayâ
âHold on to the rope and make sure you donât move a lot as we set you down, ok? The rain stopped for a little bit so this is our window. If water keeps falling you could go down in a mudslideâ
âOkâ you say, trying to ignore your erratic heartbeat. This is not the time to get cold feet. âIâm readyâ
You use your flashlight to look around, and then the beam lands on a pair of small eyes that look up at you.
âAll set. Iâm sending the kid overâ you speak through a radio. Barton confirms and then you turn to the girl. âHey, Iâm Y/N. Whatâs your name? Itâs okâ
âIâm Aliceâ the girl says, staying close to her unconscious mother.
âAlice, hi. Look, Iâll get you out of here, and then Iâm staying to help your mom, ok? Iâll be up with her in no timeâ
âI donât want to leave herâ the girl protests as you get her ready to go up.
âAlice, I need to take care of your mommy and it can be scary. I wonât leave her side, I promiseâ you say, because thereâs no way in hell youâll let her watch as you cut off her motherâs leg.
âPromise?â
âPinky swearâ you say, and she smiles, nodding. You talk to the radio âThe kidâs ready. Bishop, check for injuries once sheâs up thereâ
You get to work, noticing the woman is still unconscious but itâs probably for the best. As you set the equipment for the amputation, a light rain begins again.
âStatus report?â Barton says when it seems like the rain is getting stronger.
â60% doneâ
âYou donât have a lot of time leftâ
âGreat, super helpful comment, Bartonâ you mutter, struggling with the bone. God, this is the part that always made you dizzy in your resident years. It doesnât help that youâre doing it in the middle of the ground that could collapse under you any minute.
You pull through the nausea that hits you, letting Barton know that youâre done. His team lowers a gurney and you prepare it for transportation, struggling as you have to drag the woman across the floor.
âAll goodâ you say, watching as sheâs lifted.
âWeâll come back for you, stay putâ
You light up the area, just to make sure youâre not leaving any equipment behind. Something caughts your eye beyond the truck.
âWeâre pulling you up nowâ Barton says over the radio.
âHoldâ you say, quickly approaching the edge of the hole. âThereâs someone else here! The car was covering himâ
âItâs raining heavily, we canât have you stay longerâ Barton says, the water causing the dirt around you to losen up. You feel the soil beneath you getting softer as well, as if it was about to give in. âJust take the rope, you donât even know if theyâre aliveâ
âHe has a pulse, just holdâ
âGrab the rope, damn itâ Barton barks over the radio. His words are met with silence, and then a second later, thereâs a loud crash. He looks over and sees the car sliding further down, the dirt finally giving in at the weight and water.
Youâre nowhere to be found.
â
The sound of thunder wakes Wanda up. She looks around the room, confused.
The TV is still on, and she rubs her eyes, not paying much attention to what is being reported.
That is, until the person on the screen says your name.
âWe have reports that as Doctor Y/L Y/L/N was conducting a search and rescue operation, there were some complications. The other person is an unidentified male, and all we know is they were both taken back to Stark Hospital in critical conditionâ
âNo, no, noâ she stands up, taking her car keys.
âWhere are you going?â Steve says. He has been unable to sleep, feeling guilty over everything that happened.
âI need to go to the hospital, Y/N could be injuredâ
âItâs dangerous to drive with the storm, Wandaâ
âStay with the kids, ok?â she ignores him.
âOk. Be carefulâ he finally agrees, knowing nothing will make her change her mind.
The ten minute drive is probably the longest one of her life. She tries to stay calm, finding the local news on the radio, but thereâs no mention of you.
Stark Hospital is full of people waiting for news on their loved ones. Wanda knows the way to the staff door, so she moves quietly and enters, looking back and hoping no one caught her. Everyoneâs too busy to question why someone outside the hospital is there.
âWanda?â Darcy calls as she exits an examination room, confused. The woman turns around, ready to explain why sheâs there.
âWhy are you calling for Wanda? See, youâre the one with a concussion, Lewisâ you mumble.
Wanda sighs with relief when she hears your voice, walking past Darcy to get inside the room. She sees you, scrubs full of mud and a couple of cuts in your face and arms.
âYouâre okâ she says, forgetting the conflict between you two, and hugging you. âIâm so relieved. I thought I lost you. I heard on the newsâŠâ
âThey exaggerate for viewsâ
âShe almost diedâ Darcy accuses with a glare.
âDid notâ
âOk, fine. Iâm telling your girlfriend because youâre a knuckleheadâ
Wanda breaks the hug, laughing and wiping away the tears that fell down the moment you were in her arms. You keep your hand on her waist, sad that you scared her.
âY/N here has a concussion and a dislocated shoulder. Lucky for her, she managed to take the rope while carrying the man she found in that holeâ
âWouldnât you call that heroic?â
âIâd call it idiotic. Please take her and donât let her come for the next weekâ Darcy pleads to Wanda. âAnd you, sleep, rest, donât move that arm and more importantly, come back with lots of cookiesâ
âYeah, yeahâ
âAnd no sex!â
Darcy glares at you two one last time, before leaving the room.
Thereâs a beat of silence and then you turn to Wanda, smiling shyly.
âCould I get a ride home? I canât drive with this thingâ you point at your armsling and she nods.
âOf course, come onâ she says, her hands on your cheeks. She knows you need to rest and sheâll happily drive you home, but Wanda still needs a minute to ground herself, your touch enough to remind her youâre ok.
âIâm hereâ you say, your hand going up and down her back.
Wanda nods, holding back tears.
âI knowâ
After a few more seconds, she stands back, waiting for you to leave your spot in the hospital bed. You walk slowly, afraid youâll get dizzy if you move too fast. Wanda is leading the way, holding your hand to steady you.
âWanda? Is everything ok? Why are you here?â Barton says and you look confused at both of them. Not another almost husband, for the love of God.
âClint, hi. Iâm just taking my girlfriend homeâ she gestures to you. âY/N, this isâŠâ
âWeâve metâ you say.
âSheâs crazyâ Clint points to you and Wanda is about to lash out at him when the man smiles. âYou saved a manâs life, but try not to do that againâ
âAgreeâ you say, smiling as he pats your good shoulder.
âDrive safelyâ
âHow do you know Barton?â you ask when youâre finally in the car, relaxing against the comfortable seat.
âHeâs Lauraâs husbandâ Wanda says, backing out of the parking lot.
âLaura, as in, your editor? Wow, itâs a small worldâ you mutter, closing your eyes for just a second. Wandaâs voice brings you back to reality.
âWeâre hereâ
âHere where?â
âHome, babyâ
You open your eyes, startled.
âOh. I thought I only closed my eyes for half a second. Thanks for the ride. Gotta shower and take a dozen painkillersâ
âWill you let me⊠will you let me help you?â Wanda asks, reaching for your hand and you nod.
Instead of walking to her place, she leads you across the street, opening the door with the key you gave her weeks ago.
âDid you clean?â you say, looking around. You definitely didnât leave everything so tidy.
âYou know itâs the only thing that calms me when Iâm anxiousâ
âYouâre so cute and weirdâ you chuckle, swaying lightly. Wanda catches you in the air, making you lean on her side.
âYou ok? Maybe you should have stayed at the hospitalâ
âJust tiredâ you say against her temple, enjoying the warmth of her body after spending all night in the pouring rain.
âCome on, thenâ she says, going upstairs with you.
It takes Wanda by surprise to notice sheâd never actually been in your room before. Youâre always at her place, mainly because of the twins.
As she looks at the few pictures scattered across the room, of friends and colleagues (and the lack of family portraits), Wanda realises how much youâve done to acommodate to her life and needs, while asking very little in return.
âBathroomâs that wayâ you yawn, sitting in the bed while Wanda searches for clean clothes.
âGive me a second, babyâ she says and you nod, removing the armsling. âDoes it hurt a lot?â
âNo, but itâs probably because Darcy gave me the good stuff. I might be out for a good couple of hours after cleaning upâ
âNotedâ she smiles, helping you up. With gentle movements, Wanda pulls down your pants and underwear, while you hold on to her shoulders to keep your balance.
âI canât lift my shirtâ you admit with a blush.
âI got you, babyâ
Itâs a little difficult to remove the clothes with the limited motion, but you manage, letting out a giggle as Wanda finally throws the scrubs away, leading you to the shower.
âI think theyâre too dirty to use them againâ
âWeâll worry about that later. How do you like the water?â
âRight now, hot. I spent all night in the freezing rainâ
âOkâ Wanda reaches forward to get a feel of the temperature, nodding when itâs ready. However, you stay in your spot, staring. âWhat is it?â
âArenât you getting in?â
âI have nothing to wear for afterâ
âThatâs the opposite of a problem, as far as Iâm concernedâ you smile, pulling her hand.
Wanda enjoys this, knowing that you still want her. That in spite of your fight, thereâs still that look of complete adoration in your eyes when you tease her or admire her figure.
âAlrightâ she says, stripping down until sheâs naked in front of you. âBehaveâ
âBut I just saved a manâs lifeâ
âAnd got yourself hurt. We donât wanna come back to the hospital with more injuries and explain to Darcy how that happenedâ
âMmm, that would be funny, actuallyâ you mumble, sighing against Wandaâs front when she stands behind you, her hands massaging your scalp. You feel the dirt slide off your skin, and the hot water relaxes your muscles.
Thereâs a struggle to stay awake when sheâs being so soothing with her touch, but you manage by leaning against the bathroom wall, the water washing away the soap as youâre finally clean and warm.
With the upmost care, Wanda dries you off and brushes your hair, and you yawn as she helps you put on clean clothes. Sheâs wearing your college sweatshirt, looking adorable with the sleeves too long.
âItâs almost dayâ you say, looking out the window. Wanda nods, but helps you lay in bed.
âJust get some rest, ok?â
âWill you stay with me?â you ask, settling in bed and smiling up at her.
âOf courseâ she says, running her hands through your hair.
âFor one second, I thought I wouldnât make itâ you confess, trying to stay awake to tell her how you feel. âAnd all I could think about was how I wished I had kissed you when you came looking for meâ
âIâm glad youâre ok. And Iâm not going anywhereâ she promises, leaning forward to kiss you.
You fall asleep with a smile on your face.
â
The space next to you is empty, and as you regain consciousness, you wonder if it was all a dream. Pain hits every inch of your body when you wake up, to remind you that it was all very much real.
âWanda?â you say, looking around. Sheâs nowhere to be found.
You go down the stairs, adjusting the armsling and searching for the other woman. It must be past noon, so maybe sheâs home with the twins.
Since you donât even remember where your phone is, you go across the street, knocking on the Maximoffâs door.
âItâs Y/N!â Billy says excitedly, running to hug you. Heâs a little rough with his movements, making you groan. âIâm so happy youâre back, donât go again. Uncle Steve is so boringâ
Thatâs the best thing the kid has ever said to you, and then Tommy joins in the hug.
âYeah, he never lets us play videogames and we eat green stuff that tastes like crap. And he says language if we say dude!!â
âDude, that sucksâ you say, enjoying every second of this. They both laugh, hugging you and you pat their heads with your one good arm.
âBoys, give Y/N some space, sheâs recoveringâ Wanda says, smiling as you look at her. âIâm sorry, I had to come back to get lunch ready, Iâm sure youâre hungryâ
âOne thing before thatâ you smile, pulling her into a kiss. Wanda smiles against your lips, laughing as the kids call you gross and leave in a rush.
Just as youâre sitting in the kitchen counter, Rogers goes down the stairs, carrying his bag.
âThanks for letting me stayâ he says, and Wanda nods, her arm around your shoulders, âY/N, glad to see youâre ok. Iâm sorry if I was a little rude at first. You seem like a great galâ
âThanks, Capâ you smile. He shakes your hand and goes to say goodbye to the kids, Wanda pressing a kiss against your temple.
âWeâre gonna miss you so muchâ Billy says a bit dramatically, obviously lying. You give him a thumbs up.
As soon as the manâs out the door, the kids run back to the living room, pulling out their videogames.
âSteveâs a little boringâ Wanda says against your temple and you smile. âYouâre so good with them and we love you so much. Never forget thatâ
âI love you tooâ you say, turning to kiss her.
Staying home for the rest of the week is not so bad, especially when you have your family by your side.
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Restless Dreams
pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader
summary: leon gets home late after another hard day at work to you having some extra sweet dreams.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, fingering, somnophilia, wet dream
word count: 3.6k
a/n: hey everyone!! hope you all enjoy this :) i guess i've been into soft leon with somno lately idk LOL. i was kind of tired myself when writing/editing this, so forgive any errors pretty please. new divider from here. thank you for any comments and reblogs <3
tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld @explorevenus
âSo what time do you think youâre gonna get here?â you ask before blowing on the drying polish that coats your nails.
âMy shift finishes up at 12, and then I gotta file some reports. Iâll probably be done at 1, so not too long after that,â Leon explains through the phone. Despite his attempt to lay it out for you, thereâs still a pause, one he came to recognize as your reaction of displeasure. A smile plays on his lips. âBut you know the real answer is as soon as I can.â
You look down at your phone on your vanity, a pout forming on your face. Obviously, it wasnât his fault he had to work so much now. Heâd warned you when he started at the police station a few months ago, but it didnât prepare you for how much youâd miss him.
It made you feel dumb, that nagging, achy feeling of longing in your chest. It wasnât like he was off to war or something. You still saw him almost everyday. But more and more of his time was consumed by work now. Even when he was with you, he was often exhausted.Â
Sometimes all you could think about his new job was that he was your boyfriend, not theirs. Youâd mentally scold yourself for being so immature when that happened, but the sentiment still lingered in your head.
âOkâŠâ you say, trying to keep your voice neutral. He hears the dejection in your tone though.
âBaby,â he coos in that voice that sent warmth through your spine and got you to agree with everything he said, âYou know Iâd rather be with you. Iâm just new and have to take the time to learn. Plus, with the caseload and the number of officers here, they need me at the station.â
âI need you more,â you say. You try to pass it off as playfulness, but it comes from real feelings. Your heart was beginning to tense with resentment for the RPD for taking him away so much. You knew the job meant a lot to him though which is why you would never unleash your admittedly petty frustrations.
A low laugh leaves him, and you can hear that loving smirk on his face as his voice comes through your phoneâs speaker.
âDo you now? Youâre really missing me that much?â he teases, leaning back in the driverâs seat of his cruiser.Â
He knew that you did in fact miss him that much. And even though, since starting at the police station, he tried to project the image of a tough guy, he missed you just as much. Thatâs why he started calling you during lulls in his shift.
âMhm. Itâs not fair. Itâs like Iâm sharing you with the station. And I donât like sharing,â you say with an exaggerated huff.
âOh, I know you donât,â he chuckles. He sighs happily, checking the time to calculate how much time was left before he could have you in his arms again. âBut not much longer, baby. Then you get me all to yourself for the whole weekend.â
âI better,â you grumble with a smile.
âI promise you will,â he says genuinely. A light on his dashboard flickers, alerting him that his attention is needed elsewhere. âJust donât stay up too late waiting for me tonight, ok? Your rest is important.â
âSeeing you is more important,â you respond.
âI know, but I prefer my girl when sheâs not all cranky and sleep deprived. So try tonight, sweetheart. For me?â he asks.
âI guess,â you concede. Your heart already aches, knowing heâs about to hang up.
âI love you, baby,â he says softly, âIâll see you later.â
âI love you too,â you tell him before he disconnects the call.
The silence that falls over your room makes it feel even more empty. You tap the glass screen of your phone, scanning for the time before you finish getting ready for bed. Your mouth curves downward when the numbers light up on the screen.
Only 10:30. Too much time till youâll hear him come through your front door, but itâs not like you can do anything about it. You haphazardly go through the rest of your routine before dragging yourself over to your bed and getting in.
Sliding between the soft pink sheets, you flop down against your pillow and stare at the ceiling as you contemplate how to kill the time. Nothing grabs your interest because none of itâs him. Itâs all just filler.
And worst of all, you were starting to feel sleepy. You wanted to wait up for Leon so badly, but you also went through a whole day of your own that tired you out. Plus, your bed was just so comfy with your plush blankets and full pillows, stuffed animals and frilly decorative cushions scattered on one side.
Thinking it would help to keep your eyes actively focused on something, you try to read. Your eyes scan over the words, and it isnât long before you realize youâd made a horrible mistake. Moving your eyes along the page only made them more drowsy.
Next you turn on the tv and put on something you didnât really have to pay attention to. But the soft glow of the tv casts across you and the low chatter of the characters becomes background noise, making it even harder for you to keep your eyes open.
You lazily reach across your bed and grab the bunny stuffie Leon had bought for you a few weeks prior. Tucking it beneath your chin and close to your chest, your drooping eyes fall shut and your breaths become soft and even. Barely any time has gone by before youâre sinking into slumber.
Leon glances down at his phone, the small numbers illuminating 2:04 in the darkness of the hallway. He enters your place with the key you gave him and shuts the door as quietly as possible. He knows youâre sleeping from seeing the dark bedroom. Already feeling guilty for taking longer than heâd expected, he didnât want to add to that feeling by waking you up.
He makes his way to your room, padding silently down the hall. Once he reaches the door, he pushes it open with almost no force in an attempt to avoid even the slightest creak. Youâre where he expected you to be, curled up in your bed, completely peaceful as you slept. He knew he probably looked like a little lovesick puppy right about now, eager to hop into bed and snuggle up to your side, but he didnât care.
It takes him no time to shed his police uniform. He makes quick work of unlacing his boots and kicking them off. His pants and shirt crumple up at the foot of your bed next to his belt and socks. Finally, once heâs got on a pair of sweatpants he kept at your place, he climbs into bed with you.
He shoves your stuffies and extra pillows out of his way with a playful roll of his eyes and gets as close to you as he can. His arm drapes over you, and he nuzzles the back of your neck, planting a few kisses on the base of your head. You smelled so good, felt so soft, perfect to come home to.
His body melts into the mattress, and heâs ready to give into his own urges to sleep. That is until he notices youâre not as peaceful as you appeared from the doorway. His eyebrows raise as he feels your legs squirming. Restless movements from your feet beneath the covers and your thighs shifting aimlessly against each other.
Heâs ready to brush it off at first. âMust just be having some wild dreams,â he thinks with another kiss to your head. But then he hears the faintest sound, so quiet that he probably would have missed it had he been focused on anything else. Itâs a whimper. A gentle, tender squeak that slips from between your lips into the cool air of your bedroom.
Now, his face conveys his concern. He worries youâre having a nightmare. That at any moment youâll wake up with tears in your eyes and your heart pounding out of your chest. Immediately, he begins stroking your arm, kissing your temple, murmuring âItâs ok, baby. Iâm here.â
But you make that little noise again, and this time it paints a different picture in Leonâs head. This whimper didnât sound scared or stressed, like you were crying out for his protection. No, this sound brought to mind images of you writhing beneath him, nails marking his biceps with small crescents as he pumped himself in and out of you.
He shakes his head because that couldnât be it. Thatâs just his horny mind creating things that arenât there from being so pent up.
At least thatâs what he tells himself until you make the noise again. It brings the same memories up, but this time heâs even more sure of it. He lifts his head off of yours to look down at you and try to figure out what to do next.
You look so cute, brows slightly furrowed, lips parted. As he brushes some hair from your face, he notices your fingers clutching your stuffed rabbit a little tighter. Your breath hitches for a moment before you let out a soft, sleepy whine of his name.
Itâs unmistakable now whatâs going on. He smirks and traces a finger over your lips. The pad of his index finger drags on your bottom lip slightly, turning your mouth into that pout he loved so much. He leans and kisses your cheek as you whine again.
âPlease.â
He chuckles at how needy you sound even in your sleep, but at the same time, your voice has blood rushing to his cock while his head swirls with desire. He shifts his own hips, subtly pressing his erection against your ass. His eyes flutter at the minute pleasure. He grows more bold, and his hand rubs your hip before coasting up your side to your chest, giving your breast a gentle squeeze.
You whimper louder and squirm. He squeezes again softly while lowering his head to your neck to lay some tender kisses on the side of your throat. His palm leaves your tits and smooths down over your tummy in the direction of your shorts.
Cautiously, he maneuvers his hand past the waistband and dips into your panties. He cups your pussy, feeling the heat radiating off the area. A single finger slides between your folds in almost an exploratory touch. He feels your slick all over his digit. Clearly, this dream was a pretty good one.
He begins to use another finger, sliding the two up and down through your wetness. You roll onto your back, your breasts rising and falling as your breath gets heavier. Your thighs spread a little as if you subconsciously sensed his presence between your legs.
In your dreams, Leon was doing a lot more than rubbing you with his fingers. After you had fallen asleep, it felt like no time had passed. All of the sudden you were just on the table in your dining room, spread out for his rapture.Â
You didnât realize you were dreaming, everything felt so real. To you, he was really there, looking down at you with those loving yet lecherous eyes. Hands roaming your exposed body, lips caressing your skin all over. Everything seemed light and airy while also feeling heavy and thick. Your head, filled with clouds, slipped in and out of the moment. The sensation of him rutting his cock between your thighs and sliding inside of you was your reality at the moment.
In actual reality, Leon continues to move his fingers slowly, swiping them over your entrance and taking them back up to circle your clit. You mewl when he applies some pressure, sending sparks through you. Your squirming becomes more motivated, and he can tell your drifting away from your restful sleep back toward consciousness.
âIâm right here, sweetheart. Iâve got you,â he murmurs, his voice huskier with arousal this time around.
You hear his voice in your dreams. The deep rumble enters your ears as you envision his hips pistoning into your wanting cunt. You mumble something in response, but he canât understand the sleepy babbling. He rubs your clit a little harder with some more speed. You twitch in response, yet your eyes remain closed.
âI know, baby. I know it feels so good,â he coos and kisses behind your ear.
More incoherent words fall from your mouth. He sucks love bites into your neck, and you tilt your head back, craving more of that feeling. The dream version of him began mimicking the actions of the real Leon as you neared waking.
Whining louder, your fingers dig into the smooth fur of your plush bunny before letting it go. He nips at the sensitive skin of your throat as his fingers travel down and push inside your heat.
The feeling rips a moan from you and causes your eyes to open. Your back arches as he works them deeper. Your hips wriggle a little as you make sense of whatâs happening.
âLeon?â you whimper. Your sleepy eyes struggle to stay open after being torn from the fog of sleep.
âThatâs right, baby. Itâs just me. You were having some nice dreams, werenât you, pretty girl?â he says.
âMhm,â you hum mindlessly.
âAbout me?â he teases, eyes watching your body fidget with the pleasure you felt.
âAbout you,â you confirm before he leans down and kisses your lips. They were so soft against his own. He slowly moves his mouth with yours and languidly slides his tongue against yours.
You moan into the kiss as his fingers curl within you and hit your favorite spot. Your feet lightly kick at the sensation. Your hips rise a little as you feel the flood gates holding your release about to break.
Youâre too sleepy to tell him out right, but he knows the signs. He keeps working you there until your body seizes and arches off the bed. You let out a throaty moan and turn your head to bury your face against his shoulder.
âThere you go. Let it all out, sweetheart,â he whispers and kisses your head.
You ride out the high on his hand, and by the time youâre done, youâre ready to fall asleep again. Your mind is hazy with the fog of release. Youâre drifting off as your body settles without even realizing it.
Youâre only yanked back to reality by Leon scooping you up into his lap. Heâs sitting with his back to the headboard, and he situates you between his thighs, back against his chest. His arms keep you caged in nice and close, safe and warm.
âDonât fall asleep again just yet, babydoll,â he murmurs while kissing up your neck.
Your head lolls back against his shoulder. The fight to stay awake gets a little easier as his hand returns to your soaked panties. He doesnât tease this time, just slides in two fingers and starts moving them in and out.
The new angle makes you squirm and whine, but he holds you tight in place with his free arm.
âGotta work you open, honey. Canât just slide my dick in you with no warm up,â he says with a smirk.
His voice pulls you towards lucidity a little more. Your hands wrap around his free arm for support while your hips instinctively roll into his blissful touch.
âI missed you,â you choke out between gasps and whimpers.
âI know you did,â he teases, grinning against your throat. His cock throbs against the small of your back as his ears latch onto the sound of your slick around his fingers. âCame home to cuddle with my sweet girl, and I find her having such dirty dreams.â
Your cheeks heat up as you start to piece together what had happened. You fully realize now that your escapade on the kitchen table was entirely in your mind. You feel embarrassed for a moment, but the feeling dies pretty quick as you rapidly approach the edge for a second time.
âNot my fault,â you whimper shyly.
He chuckles and kisses your temple once more. âI know itâs not. If anything, itâs mine. I think Iâve been neglecting my baby,â he says with a mocking lilt in his voice.
You cry out as his fingers brush against those same spots that brought you to the finish last time. Your hips twitch, and you grip his thighs as your peak rises within you. Moments later your cumming all over his fingers, sucking in a harsh breath as a second release courses through you, even more intense then the last.
His free arm keeps you secure against his chest while rubbing your side soothingly. The heel of his other palm roughly massages your clit as his fingers pump in and out.
âGood girl,â he coos, âThatâs it, just one more and then I can put you to sleep how you deserve.â
As soon as you seem to be coming down, Leon lifts you up again, tugging your clothes off and moving your body around like a doll to get you in the position he wants. You were definitely more pliant after two orgasms, but you could also see how his training had been paying off. Maybe this new job wasnât all bad.
He has you on your back now, thighs against your chest and knees hooked over his arms. Again, he had no patience to tease right now, so after pushing his sweats down to mid thigh, he takes his cock and slides it in you with no hesitation. He groans as your hole takes him in, your walls pulsing around him even after he bottoms out.
âSo wet. I can just slide right in,â he mumbles as his own hips twitch.
Your eyes droop at the stretch. It always felt so satisfying, having him buried balls deep in you. As close as he could possibly be. No fear of him leaving or pain of being separated. You whine and reach up to pull him closer.
He follows along and rests his face against your neck as he begins thrusting. You hear him panting right in your ear. His hands grip your hips so hard you know thereâll be marks.
âPerfect pussyâs made for me,â he grunts while snapping his hips, âMiss it every second Iâm not inside it.â
You nod lazily as you continue to clamp down around him. After two releases, you didnât even feel a building ecstasy anymore, just a constant stream of pleasure.
âLeon,â you whine, âHarder. Wanna feel it.â
He moans at your plea but indulges you, grabbing you harder, pressing your legs higher, filling you deeper.
âWanna be sore after, donât you, sweetheart? Want a reminder of me while Iâm at work. Something to tide you over till I can do this again. Wonât have to rely on dreams then, right?â he says.
âYeah,â you whimper. Your bed creaks as he picks up the pace, but your moans mask the sound as they grow in volume.
He fucks into you over and over, stoking the flames within himself, trying to build to that explosion. You were so tight, so warm. He hums another low moan and whimpers softly as he feels it right there. He gasps softly before holding you tighter and muttering in your ear.
âReady for another one, honey? Gonna be the last one and then weâll get you comfy and off to sleep.â
âYeah,â you moan again, unable to say much else.
âGood⊠good girl,â he moans before his hips buck wildly and he finally releases.
You finish for a third time. You cling to him tight as the euphoria washes over you again. Locking your legs around his hips, you keep your face pressed to the warm skin of his neck as it goes through you. You feel the hot flood of cum he fucks into you. His chest is heaving now too as he recovers from the high.
He stays on top of you for a moment before pulling out. You cling harder upon losing that full feeling. He smiles at your desire to be close to him and gives you one more kiss before sitting up.
âSo sweet to me, baby. I hope that made up for the late night,â he whispers and strokes your hair.
âIt did,â you say with a nod. Your eyes were already shutting again, ready to go back to sleep after being fucked so good.
He looks at you with all the love in the world as he pulls his sweats up. He then helps you pull your panties and shirt back on, trying to laugh at your sleepy, half-assed movements.
After that, he gets you all tucked in next to him, snuggled up in his arms like he originally intended. He even grabs that stuffed bunny he got you and fits it close to you in case you want it.
âGet some rest, honey. You need it,â he whispers while rubbing your back.
âMhm,â you respond tiredly, âYou too. Youâre all mine for the weekend, and I donât want you tired out the whole time.â
âAlright, but Iâm gonna be tired out if we do some more of that again tomorrow,â he jokes. He pulls you close to him and shuts his eyes, nestling his head against yours and settling in to rest.
That puts a smile on your face and you nuzzle him once more before letting yourself fall asleep for the night.
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aa23 | put it into speed drive
summary:Â [ lawyer!alex albon x f!driver!reader â social media au ] alex is contracted to help you get out of trouble after you land in hot water
faceclaim: florence pugh
warnings:Â language, dirty jokes
authorâs note: hello party people!! so happy to bring you the first installment of in their shoes, my series with @lorarri about driver!reader. chaotic reader is the love of my life frfr
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yourusername eat pasta drive fasta đđ
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user mother is mothering đ©
user i live for y/n's photodumps
user everyone say thank you y/n for feeding us!!
redbullracing let her cook đ
user the way y/n looks at the camera in slide 2 đ«Ł
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redbullracing Oracle Red Bull Racing is aware of the charges being brought against driver Y/N L/N. Oracle Red Bull Racing respects all official decisions and will be assisting Y/N in any legal proceedings. We ask for privacy and discretion during this period of time.
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y/nupdates y/n left the monaco police station this morning accompanied by her lawyer, alex albon. alex is also a family friend and was contracted by red bull to help y/n with any legal issues that may arise. y/n and alex left on motorcycle shortly after she was released. when asked about recent events, y/n stated that she isn't worried and that she's in good hands (implied to be alex's)
pictured above: y/n this morning, a photo captured by passerby of alex on his bike waiting for y/n, and a picture of alex found on his firm's website
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user y/n's slaying everywhere đ even getting arrested isn't stopping her from serving with every outfit
âȘ user omg fr i love her jacket and boots
âȘ user we should have a y/n style account ngl
user damn her lawyer's hotttt đł
âȘ user yeah exactly!!! so glad someone else sees my âš vision âš
user lol i can already see this dude getting a migraine within the first two hours of dealing with y/n
âȘ user she's a menace and while i love her for that i pity her lawyer đ
âȘ user our thoughts and prayers for mr albon đŻđŻđŻ
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effwontea ok so who was going to tell me that y/n's lawyer is hot, cute, AND good with animals - admin g đŸ
what crimes do i need to commit to hire alex to defend me đł - admin t đ
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user idk if anyone's noticed but he's actually in a few of her older vlogs đ guess they've been friends for a while
âȘ user and she hasn't showed us him until now???
âȘ user i went back to watch the videos with alex in them and omg they're so cute togetherrrrrr
âȘ user ikr!!! did you see that part where she drives them around monaco and he's literally scared for his life but also staring at y/n with heart eyes đ
âȘ user guess this isn't the first time that y/n has terrorized alex with her driving skills then đ
user is it just me or are they really freaking adorable together
âȘ user omg fr!! he balances out her chaos and she makes him laugh so much â€ïž my heart can't take this
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yourusername everyone say thank you to alex_albon's savior complex đ love u đ«¶
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user did she just... hard launch???
âȘ user i think???????
âȘ user knowing y/n she kept him a secret just for the chaos đ
georgerussell63 about time, mate!
âȘ landonorris thanks a lot for making me lose my bet with george đ
âȘ alex_albon what were you two even betting on?
âȘ yourusername when i would get arrested and you'd have to defend me in court đ btw georgerussell63 i expect dinner from whatever lando needs to give you
alex_albon love you too (even if you exhaust me sometimes đ)
âȘ yourusername don't lie, you like it đ
user so now on top of dealing with y/n in court he has to deal with her every day đ thoughts and prayers dude
âȘ yourusername i promised to behave in public if he lets me misbehave in private đ
âȘ alex_albon you call that behaving???
âȘ landonorris ewww get a room
âȘ yourusername get a win đ€·ââïž
âȘ georgerussell63 MIC. DROP.
âȘ landonorris alex_albon can i hire you to sue y/n and george for emotional damage
âȘ alex_albon i'm afraid that you're on your own đ i have no intention of stepping into a courtroom with y/n ever again
âȘ yourusername guess who's sleeping on the couch tonight!
âȘ alex_albon lando because he insists that we've adopted him?
âȘ yourusername correct â
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okâŠ.hear me out⊠husband miguel and wife reader, but they both have a baby and Miguel finds it insanely attractive when she accidentally leaks milk onto her shirt when the baby cries, reader calls him out on his new kink and it leads up to a steamy night where baby #2 could be otw đđ
SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE!!!! I've totally seen stuff like this and I honestly think it's super hot cute.
Warning: MINORS DNI, smut, p in v, lactation, mating press, creampie, rough sex, overstimulation
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Who would have thought that you'd finally live the life you'd always wanted. You had found the perfect husband, had the perfect home and lived an easy life. Work was non existent for you since your loving husband, Miguel O'hara, made more than enough for both of you.
You were a stay home wife. Your job was mainly to help Miguel with his work from both Alchemax and the Spider Society. Only whatever you wanted to help with and nothing more to stress you out. That was Miguel's job as he kept reminding you.
You and Miguel were married for over two years now and already had a child. It was surprising how long it took you to get pregnant considering how sex driven Miguel was. That man was touch starved when you first met and he refused to let you go when the two of you were finally dating.
Miguel took such good care of you when you were pregnant with your child. It felt like a fairy tale. Miguel treated you like a princess before and even now.
Now, you were at home with the newborn, nearly exhausted all the time. Taking care of a child was new for you. Miguel always came home and pampered you despite you telling him to rest. Sometimes he seemed more tired than you.
"Baby, I'm home," Miguel called out as he swung in through the window. You stepped out of the kitchen,
"Shh," You whispered, your finger against your lips.
Miguel smiled as he saw your son sleeping in the crib in the living room. He quietly made his way over to you and gave you a passionate kiss. You smiled softly, melting under his touch as he cupped your cheeks.
"Go wash up, I'll have dinner ready in a bit,"
"Just...once more," Miguel whispered as he kissed you again, licking your lips for entrance, "Missed you so much today."
"Mhm~ Me...too,"
"Waaaaaah!!! Waaaaaaaah!!!"
"It was a decent nap," You whispered as your son started to cry.
Miguel chuckled as he watched you break away from him. His eyes scanned your body, wanting a taste. As you approached your son, Miguel noticed you huff and whine. He sniffed towards you since his sense of smell was higher than others.
You nudged Miguel's side, chuckling towards his behavior. Miguel was still confused but finally noticed your shirt damp from your nipples. His eyes shined brightly as you started to lactate due to his son's crying.
Heading into the shower after your cute pestering, Miguel kept thinking about your breasts. Oh, how sensitive your body was now that your child was born. Oh, how delicious it must taste. Miguel was going to enjoy his dessert tonight.
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You let out a heavy sigh as you finally laid down on your shared bed. Miguel was already there, his arms wide open for you to crawl your way into his embrace. Your son was asleep in the baby room and you had the little monitor and Lyla keeping an eye on him.
"You're not tired are you, baby?" Miguel whispered as he stroked your back. You planted your head against his chest,
"A little,"
"Awake enough for dessert?"
"Hm? Dessert?" You questioned.
Miguel smirked as he sat up with you on his lap. His hands slowly stroking your waist as he easily removed your night gown. You huffed your cheeks, knowing that you weren't going to get an ounce of sleep tonight. Miguel kissed along your collarbone, making his way down to your breasts,
"I saw the most wonderful thing earlier,"
"Hm?" You hummed, enjoying his kisses. Miguel kissed between your breasts before placing his lips against your nipple,
"My beautiful girl, milking at the sound of our son," He whispered, sucking against your breast.
"M-Miguel...T-That....mhm~ T-That's for our son!" You tried to complain, but shuddered at his sucking, "D-Don't s-squeeze,"
"He can share," Miguel chuckled, placing your back against the bed as he groped and sucked your breast, "You taste so good, baby."
"S-Someone...has a new k-kink," You teased, moaning softly as Miguel started to rut into you, "M-Miggy~"
"If there isn't enough to share, then I suppose we need to make another baby, no?" Miguel said as he tore your panties off with his talons, "Our son could use a sibling."
"Miguel~!"
You gasped and arched your back as Miguel grinded into you at a much rougher pace. He was sucking and biting your nipples, wanting to make you cum before he went onto the main course. You fell right into his trap since your body was still sensitive from the baby.
Panting heavily from your first orgasm, you squirmed and moaned as Miguel spent no time shoving his cock inside your tight velvet walls. Your vision blurred for just a second as you felt his tip hit your cervix, kissing it just the way you liked it.
"Baby, you're milking so much. Miss my cock that much?" Miguel groaned as he started to slap his hips into yours.
"Ah~ Hah~ M-Miguel~" You moaned, gripping onto the bedsheets as he abused your tight walls.
You felt your body heat up and your breasts swell as Miguel fucked the life out of your cunt. His dick hitting just the right spots while hitting your cervix with each thrust. Your body arched as you cried out your orgasm, unable to take the pleasure.
You body was twitching and your brain was getting fuzzy. You felt overstimulated as Miguel kept fucking through your high. Gasping as Miguel placed you in mating position, you cried out a series of moans, feeling him give you his first load.
"Miguel~"
"You're doing such a good job, baby," Miguel praised, kissing your neck, "Gonna fill you up, give you another baby."
"Mhm~ M-Miggy~" You cried.
Miguel stared at you with blown pupils. All he was thinking about was fucking another baby into you. Your body was begging for him. Your breasts were leaking milk and your pussy was dripping with both your juices and his cum.
Thrusting his hips into yours, Miguel grunted and moaned as he felt your pussy flutter around his cock. His pace fasten, enjoying your blissed out expression. Sucking against your breast again, Miguel groaned as your warm milk went down his throat.
"Such a good girl," He whispered, grunting as he cummed into you again, "Once more, you can give me one more, right?" He begged, feeling your body twitch.
"Mhm~"
"Thaaaat's my girl." Miguel whispered as he kissed you, lifting your hips as he kept pounding you.
Stars were defiantly seen that night as you lost count how many orgasms Miguel drew out of you.
Needless to say, Miguel kept fucking you every day until you were pregnant with your second child. Not that you were complaining, but now you had to teach him to share.
Not the baby, but Miguel.
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I hope you liked it!!! Sorry again for this being posted so late!!!
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