#throw a full diaper next time

[oscartheghost]

I'm watching a YouTube of the Beyoncé half time show and at some point she throws part of the costuming to the audience but like knowing what we know about who gets those tickets it's like who cares? idgaf who caught it. some billionheir prick who has too much money.

[cxffecoupx]

soonyoung as a girl dad

girl dad! soonyoung fluff, smut (just a lil), requested warnings: reader has a womb, soonyoung absolutely whipped for his baby girl, mentions of him wanting a lot of kids, sex (again, i tried) wc: 925 author's notes: thank you, anon, for requesting this, because i loved it way too much. i got carried away a lil heh, but i hope you enjoy this. (and i might do a boy dad! soonyoung too, maybe)

girl dad! soonyoung who starts jumping up and down in excitement when he sees his little baby girl. he is emotional of course, but his happiness somehow overpowers with the way he keeps smiling giddily and kisses the little baby in his arms. runs over to you to tell you how adorable she looks with his eyes and your smile, but he talks so fast that you cant really keep up with him, but just keep smiling because his happiness is so damn contagious.

girl dad! soonyoung who is always so ready to shopping for baby items. he was so so excited to buy a little rocking cot for the baby before the delivery. now he buys a ton lot of plushies and toys, and you only notice at the checkout that most of them are tiger shaped ones.

girl dad! soonyoung who disappears almost immediately when you enter the clothes shop, only to return 10 minutes later with not one, not two, but three matching tiger onesies, complete with hood and all. you dont even argue with him because you know he's been waiting for this. hell, he'd been planning this ever since he's fucked a baby into you. buys a LOT of more matching clothes, but he's always eyeing the onesies with the brightest of smiles.

girl dad! soonyoung who is always around you and the baby, cooing and giggling at her while telling you jokes. he has his hands interlinked with you whenever you're together, and you know he'll he around to offer you as much help and support you need during this difficult time.

girl dad! soonyoung who learns from his mom, how to take care of your baby. learns about how to feed her, when to feed her, how to burp her, how to change her diapers, how to know why she's crying. he rushes over whenever she starts crying at night, but not before telling you to go back to sleep and that he'll handle it.

girl dad! soonyoung who dresses her up in her tiger onesie when his friends and family come over to meet her. when they arrive, they find the door open and the first thing they see when they enter is two and a half tiger looking people. jihoon asks you to blink twice if you need help, and you cant help but shake your head and sigh watching soonyoung keep up his tiger persona.

girl dad! soonyoung who feels like she grew up within the blink of an eye, and starts missing her baby days when she becomes one year old. but at the same time, he starts to learn how to tie and braid her hair, starts to buy more fashionable clothes for her because to him, "she's either going big or going home". his words, not yours.

girl dad! soonyoung who starts trying for his next baby right after his first child hits one year. he had already told you how he wanted to have a football team of children with you, and although you scoffed at him then, you did discuss to have at least 3 children. "the rest", he said, "we can decide later".

soonyoung who, although swears he loves his baby girl, is absolutely ecstatic when he learns that his mother has volunteered to babysit her for one night. and he promises to take full advantage of it. he pushes your face down into the mattress the second you agree to have more kids and thrusts in deep to make sure that you're pregnant by the next day. his low groans elicit louder moans from you, and he's never been more thankful for his mother, he thinks later.

girl dad! soonyoung who dances with his daughter every single day. it started very unexpectedly though. you were all in the living room and watching music videos until a song came up and your daughter started throwing random moves outta nowhere. this was enough for soonyoung though, to jump up from the couch and hold your baby's hands and dance with her. it didnt take long before they pulled you in too, just three people goofing around in their living room.

girl dad! soonyoung who, even though has a passion for dancing, never forced your daughter towards it. agreed, that seeing his daughter dance to songs makes him feel very proud. and although he'd love to see his daughter has a dancer like he is, he never ever wants to push her to something she doesnt like. which is exactly why he's over the moon when she asks him to take her to his dance studio or practice rooms.

girl dad! soonyoung who is always at the front row seats whenever your child's school has any programs. he's always the first to jump from his seat and give a standing ovation for anything your daughter does on stage, whether it be a dance performance or a speech or singing. he's just very very proud of his baby girl, forever.

girl dad! soonyoung who had a lot planned for his family before his marriage. and even though it doesnt always happen according to them, he's happy for the most adorable daughter who unmistakably takes after him (except for his obsession with tigers tho, which makes him pout), and for the most beautiful wife who he continues to love every single day. he's happy for this small family that he has now, but he's even happier looking forward to expanding it and maybe even have a football team of children. whatever you're up for.

[angellesword]

Baggage l JJK (01)

Summary: Drowning in debt and blood, Jeon Jungkook knows he's better off alone, lest he brings people down with him.

But one drunken night changes everything.

In a blink of an eye, Jungkook found himself drowning not only in debt and blood, but also in dirty diapers and judgmental stares from you, a.k.a his long-lost love and the guardian of the son he didn't even know existed.

Genre and warnings: best friends to lovers, co-parenting, idiots in love, slow burn—really slow burn, mutual pining, angst, fluff, implied smut, kissing, minor character death, slight getting back together, OC cusses excessively so watch out

Pairing: dad!Jungkook x adoptive mom!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

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You know it's New Year's Eve when people flock to Incheon's Chinatown. Some were rushing to buy gifts for their families and friends, while others ate in a fancy restaurant or watched fireworks and the famous lion dance.

As for Jungkook, he knew it was New Year's Eve when he could earn double. 

"I said I don't want to take a picture!" The loud wail of a little girl could be heard through the vast street of Chinatown. Many shoppers looked at the kid and her father with disdain. The child was crying hard, yet her father simply laughed it off, urging the child to take a picture with Jungkook or, rather, with Ronald McDonald.

Jungkook was wearing the infamous mascot costume of that red-haired clown of McDonald's.

"Come on, Wonyoung-ah. Just one picture, please?" Seokjin, the child's father, batted his eyelashes, acting cute. It worked on his partner Namjoon. Unfortunately, it didn't have much effect on Wonyoung.

"No! He's so ugly and scary!" Wonyoung stole a glance at Jungkook. The mascot looked so hideous that Wonyoung couldn't help but throw her ice cream at Jungkook.

"Wonyoung." Namjoon, who had been quiet all this time, grimaced when he saw Jungkook stilled—as if the ice cream that hit his chest also froze his heart.

Namjoon usually tolerated the young girl's brattiness, but seeing that Wonyoung crossed the line and even hurt someone older than her, Namjoon couldn't help but scold his daughter.

"Apologize to him." Namjoon tilted Wonyoung's shoulder, compelling her to face Jungkook, who was still rooted to the ground.

Jungkook had never liked kids. He thought they were annoying and full of shit. What happened today totally embarrassed him. Not to mention, many people witnessed the jarring scene.

"I don't want to! Why don't you listen to me! He's a bad clown! He scares people!" Wonyoung refused to look at the mascot. Honestly, Jungkook couldn't refute the kid's reason. He, too, was aware of how ridiculous he looked. Most of his co-workers went on vacation leave. No one was around to help him apply his Ronald McDonald makeup. He had to do it himself.

Jungkook had no talent when it came to makeup. He had accidentally put on too much white face paint—even his manager laughed at him. But despite feeling helpless, he still swallowed his pride and went out to entertain customers. It's just for one night. Someone who needed money to survive couldn't be picky with the little opportunity available.

Not everyone was lucky enough to throw away food like it was nothing. Wonyoung was a young heiress; throwing ice cream at Jungkook was considered throwing tantrums and not wasting food. They had money. They could buy people's silence.

That's precisely what happened. Namjoon was hellbent on making his daughter apologize, and after a long time of coaxing, Wonyoung finally (although reluctantly) managed to say she was sorry.

Namjoon apologized on behalf of his child, too. Conversely, Seokjin gave Jungkook some hush money after promising to 'discipline' Wonyoung at home.

Jungkook could only nod, once again forced to swallow his pride and accept the money offered to him. Poor people like him didn't only have fewer opportunities; they had no self-preservation either. He endured long hours of smiling as kids cried seeing his face. The brave ones were a little easy to deal with. They only clung to his legs, asking their guardians to take more pictures with him.

It was already late at night when the last customer bid him goodbye. Jungkook was exhausted; the cold winter wind made his body shiver. He was itching to go home.

"What happened to your costume?" The manager who laughed at Jungkook earlier couldn't laugh anymore, not when he knew it would cost the restaurant money to clean off the stain.

The chocolate ice cream thrown by Wonyoung heavily stained the costume. Jungkook explained what happened. Unfortunately, the manager only shook his head.

"Nope, that can't be. It's your fault you didn't dodge. I'm gonna have to deduct the laundry fee from your salary."

Jungkook's hands balled into fists when he heard about the salary deduction. There was ringing in his ears, and as if that wasn't cruel enough, the manager added, "I'm not going to double your payment this day. Half of it goes to dry cleaning."

The strong urge to grab the manager's collar and slam him on the wall made Jungkook's hands twitch. Who even dry-cleans a fucking mascot costume? A whirlpool of profanities at the bottom of his heart threatened to swallow him whole. Jungkook wished he could just disappear from this world.

Logic sided with him in the end, though. Jungkook needed a job. He couldn't leave even if he wanted to because if he did, where would that leave those people to whom he owed money? He couldn't escape his responsibilities. Yes, it would be satisfying to smack the hell out of his manager, but after all that gratifying feeling came the consequences: he would lose his only source of income, face a civil case, and be forced to look for a new job.

The last one was the hardest thing to do. No one would want to hire someone like Jungkook. He was a failure, and almost all business industries knew about it.

For the third time tonight, Jungkook swallowed his pride. He held the crook of his manager's elbow and beamed, "Manager Bang, have mercy on your poor employee, would you? You promised to pay me double today."

Jungkook struggled to steady his voice. He swore he never cried, not even when losing millions of assets. But things were different now. Back then, he lost everything because of his own decisions. But today's case was different. He didn't ask any of this. He didn't ask that stupid brat to throw ice cream on him. None of these was his choice...because sadly, he only had one choice:

It was to beg. 

"Please? I-I need money. I need to..." Jungkook choked on his bitter spit. He shook his head. Never mind his needs, never mind his reason. It wasn't like others cared. He could only compromise, "What if I wash the costume instead? You don't have to pay at all."

Jungkook was so passionate about his proposal. He kept spouting nonsense. It was a pity, really. Even his manager couldn't bear looking at his face. It was such a cringe-worthy juxtaposition to see a happy clown almost crying.

"Okay, fine!" The manager cut Jungkook off. He had never seen someone desperately beg for money. It made him uncomfortable. "Do whatever you want. Just get out of my sight."

The manager shuddered again, but Jungkook smiled, almost kowtowing as he received his compensation.

"Thank you, Manager Bang!" Jungkook smiled at his manager before finally leaving the food chain. He didn't change his outfit, realizing that things were better off like this. It was winter, and he had no money to buy coats and boots. He had to make do with this clown costume.

With little compensation in hand, Jungkook walked around Chinatown, spending his transportation fee on food instead.

It was New Year's Eve, after all. He felt like he at least deserved to eat something delicious. Jungkook originally wanted to buy crabs but could only afford five sticks of chicken skewers and a bottle of the cheapest soju. 

Jungkook had low alcohol tolerance. It had been many years since he last drank, and the consequences of that night had been awful—so awful he decided to never drink again.

Tonight was the only night he'd break his promise. It was New Year's Eve. He had no one by his side; he could only rely on alcohol to give him warmth.

As expected, Jungkook's vision doubled after just a few sips of soju. He couldn't stop drinking, though. The alcohol burned his throat and stomach, but it was nothing compared to his bitterness as he looked at the building before him.

The Bighit building. 

Out of hundreds of restaurants and food stalls in Incheon, Jungkook had no idea why he chose to dine in a place where he would have a clear view of Bighit. He did so well trying to avoid going to this part of the city for years, so what changed tonight? Was the embarrassment he experienced earlier not enough?

Did he need to be reminded of the pain and humiliation he went through at the Bighit back then?

Or was it because he missed someone?   

Jungkook's heart throbbed just thinking about that someone. It had been long since they last saw each other. Things had changed already. Take Bighit as an example. It was called HYBE now.

Some people left, including him. But some things never changed. The building was still as magnificent as ever.

Jungkook felt nostalgic. He couldn't stop himself from walking toward HYBE. Years ago, he could go in and out of this building as he pleased.

Everyone would bow down and smile at him. What a pity that he could only stare at the façade of this company now.

Jungkook wasn't the same man years ago, but the alcohol clouded his mind. He felt as if nothing had changed. He thought he could stand outside the building, smiling like an idiot as he waved at an angry girl leaning against her car, a frown decorating her lips while rolling her eyes.

Jungkook smiled despite himself. How shameless of him to think about that girl? To think that he could drink alcohol and pretend like he could turn back time?

Oh, how he wished he could turn back time. He would do anything to see that girl roll her eyes again, to hear her scream one more time.

Jungkook laughed bitterly.

He missed the girl.

The snowflakes fell, followed by tears falling from his eyes. The tears he thought had frozen over time.

And then he heard the sound of the fireworks before seeing it illuminate the dark sky.

It's New Year.

He heard the sound of her voice before seeing her face-to-face.

"Jungkook."

The fireworks enveloped his ears, but it was nothing compared to his loud heartbeat.

Jungkook looked at the person who had just uttered his name.

Did time really freeze? Was this some kind of New Year miracle?

Or was the alcohol still messing with his brain, making him believe that he was still the Jungkook from the past? The Jungkook could see the girl, also known as you, any time he wanted.

Jungkook blinked, chuckling.

It was absurd.

How drunk was he to see your car again parked in front of Bighit?

Jungkook was drunk, but the image in front of him wasn't a fragment of his imagination.

You were really here to pick Jungkook up.

Just like before.

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NEW JJK ONESHOT HERE

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This fic is originally a soukoku fic which I'm posting/revamping as a JJK one (I don't know, man. I feel like I have to change the characters to eradicate my writer's block. This fic has been on hiatus for many years. This will probably have 8 chapters in total. (I've written 4/8 already, so stay tuned!) This is also for those few readers who never fail to message me, asking if I will be writing more JJK fics. Here you go, I guess? Hehehe

I appreciate COMMENTS the most <33 I love you, guys. Thanks for reading.

[yourmomsawh0r3]

Hurricane

pairing: Joel Miller No Apocalypse x F! wife reader

summary: legit me with hurricane francine yesterday/last night, you guys know i love protective daddy joel. p.s my house is still without power 🫠

The wind whipped fiercely outside, rattling the windows as the sky turned an ominous shade of gray. Joel stood at the front door, staring at the water creeping up the driveway. The outer bands of the hurricane were already making their presence known, and the storm wasn’t even close to landfall yet. His jaw tightened as he wiped his hands on his jeans, adrenaline kicking in.

“Honey!” Joel called, his voice urgent as he hurried toward the bedroom. “We need to pack. Now. The water’s gonna get in the house if we don’t leave soon.”

Y/N appeared in the doorway, holding their newborn close against her chest, her eyes wide with concern. “Is it that bad already?”

“Yeah, it’s that bad,” Joel muttered, grabbing his boots from the closet and throwing them on the bed. “Pack the bags yours, mine, and the kids’. Essentials. I’ll load the truck.”

Without another word, Joel was out the door, his heart racing as he made his way through the garage. The lifted F-150 was their best bet for getting out safely, especially with the rising water, and he wasted no time throwing in bags of snacks, bottles of water, and the kids’ favorite toys. The wind was howling now, rattling the garage door as he loaded the portable crib for the baby.

Inside, Y/N rushed through the house, packing clothes for everyone in a frenzy. Her hands trembled as she grabbed shirts, jeans, and socks from Joel’s dresser, tossing them into the duffel bag. She couldn’t believe the storm had gotten this bad so fast. But if Joel said they had to go, she trusted him.

She scooped up the newborn’s diapers, formula, and bottles, stuffing them into another bag before returning to the living room where their two older kids were huddled on the couch, their little faces full of worry. “Come on, babies. We’re going for a little trip, okay? Daddy’s loading the truck.”

Joel was back in a flash, sweeping through the door, sweat already glistening on his forehead from the effort. He grabbed the bags Y/N had packed and hauled them outside, stuffing them into the back of the truck with barely a grunt.

"Get your pretty ass in the car," Joel growled, his voice firm but soft as he glanced at Y/N, holding their baby in her arms. “Take the kids, millie, and go to your parents’ house. I’ll stay here and make sure the floodwater doesn’t get into the house.”

Y/N froze in her tracks, blinking up at him like he’d lost his mind. “No, Joel. You’re not staying behind. Your safety is more important to me than this house.” Her voice cracked with emotion as she stood her ground.

Joel hesitated, eyes softening as he looked at her. He wanted to argue, but seeing her like this, standing tall in the middle of chaos, broke down any resistance. He let out a heavy sigh, his resolve crumbling. “Yes, ma’am,” he muttered, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

He grabbed the last of the essentials and tossed them into the truck, As Joel loaded the last of the bags into the back of the truck, he gave a sharp whistle, the kind that always got their chocolate lab, Millie, bounding over. Sure enough, Millie came trotting out from the porch, her tail wagging despite the chaos around them.

“Come on, girl,” Joel called, motioning toward the truck. He walked over to Y/N’s side and opened the door, making room for Millie. “Hop in.”

Without hesitation, Millie leapt up into the backseat beside the kids, settling in like she knew they were heading somewhere safe.Then Joel climbed into the driver’s seat. Y/N quickly secured the kids in the back, holding the newborn close as she settled in next to Joel.

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Joel muttered, gripping the wheel tightly as the rain started to come down harder. The water was already licking at the edge of their driveway, but he pulled away just in time, the tires of the truck splashing through puddles as they headed toward her parents’ house.

Y/N reached over, resting a hand on Joel’s arm as they drove, her heart still racing from the panic. “I’m glad you didn’t stay behind.”

Joel glanced at her, squeezing her hand with a small smile. “Me too darlin’, I just want to keep you and the kids safe.” Y/n cupped his check with her hand and said “Wherever you are, we’re safe. “

As the storm raged behind them, Joel kept his focus on getting his family to safety.

The drive to Y/N’s parents’ house was tense, the rain pelting the windshield as Joel carefully navigated through flooded streets. By the time they pulled into the driveway, the winds were howling, and the power was already flickering. Y/N’s parents rushed out to help everyone inside as Joel grabbed the bags and Millie’s food and dog bed from the truck, everyone hurrying to get in before the weather worsened.

As soon as they stepped through the door, the lights went out, leaving the house in darkness. The kids immediately grew scared, clinging to Y/N as they looked around nervously.

“It’s okay, everything’s alright,” Y/N soothed, her voice calm and steady as she knelt down in front of them. “Daddy’s going to get the power back on. We’re safe here.”

Joel shot her a reassuring look before heading toward the back porch with her father. The wind was still howling, but Joel’s focus was on getting the generator running. He filled it with gas and fresh oil, working quickly alongside her father as the storm raged around them.

Inside, Y/N kept the kids close, getting them settled in the living room. The baby stirred in her arms but didn’t fully wake, and Y/N gently placed her back in the portable crib, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. She tucked blankets around the two older kids, calming their fears with gentle words.

Once the generator was up and running, the hum of power returned, filling the house with a comforting buzz. Joel came back inside, his clothes slightly damp from the rain, and nodded toward Y/N, a proud smile on his face.

“It’s set up outside,” Joel said, moving toward the couch. “The TV’s plugged into extension cord which is plugged up to the generator so we can keep an eye on the news.”

Y/N nodded, sinking onto the couch beside him, her hand finding his as they both exhaled in relief. The kids were now calm, settled on their makeshift beds, and the baby was fast asleep. Millie was asleep in her dog bed, still on high alert.

Together, Joel and Y/N sat in the dimly lit room, the flickering glow of the TV illuminating their faces. The weather report showed the storm intensifying, but they were safe riding it out together as a family.

Joel wrapped his arm around Y/N’s shoulders, pulling her closer as the wind howled outside. “We’ll get through this,” he whispered, kissing her temple.

Y/N nodded, leaning into him. "As long as we're together, we can get through anything."

They stayed like that for hours, watching the storm outside but feeling secure in each other’s arms. Despite the chaos outside, inside they were safe and sound, riding out the hurricane as one.

[tarjapearce]

We need to see some early little content of baby gabi, like first time parents! Like them figuring out the routine and dealing with diapers, throw up, crying, and some new firsts!

A Series of First With Baby Gabriella ~ (Pt. 1)

Warning: Mild mild angst, rotting fluff.

His baby girl, his firstborn, Gabriella had been born. He'd spend hours to no end watching her. Little waves, a reminiscence of him, perched over her tiny head.

She had been hours since she came to this world, finally fulfilling one of the deepest and hidden yearnings that came as soon as he knew he loved you. Being a father.

He was scared. Miguel out of everyone knew his childhood had been anything but easy. Even to this day, things were hard and some days they were too overwhelming to ignore. But now, a new purpose had been added to his list. Be everything he didn't have for his baby girl.

Be the best father a girl could ask for. And hopefully one day, the best example of a husband many men would strive to imitate.

The coos and little cries of his girl returned all the attention back to her, her whole hand wrapped around his finger. But in truth it was the opposite.

She didn't need to make anything outrageous to have his whole attention, Gabriella had him wrapped around her tiny and squeezing fingers, ready to make a wonderful father out of him.

You were asleep, on bed, exhausted. Gladly giving into your body's whims to rest. Delivery was a bit tricky, but with the doctor's and nurse's help you were just fine and his daughter in perfect conditions. Like he had been longing for.

"Mírate no más, igualita a mí" (Look at you, so like me)

His eyes softened as his thumb stroked  ever gently at her hair. She stirred and grunted while she stretched. The little yawn and her almost nuzzling in his chest made his chest to swell up in pride.

His lips pressed softly over and over against her forehead, he felt like hallucinating, since Gabi's lips twitched in a little shy smile.

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The first night back at home you had to drag Miguel out of Gabi's baby room. A baby monitor in her crib had given you both enough reassurance for the night. It had been only a couple of months since you moved into your new house and bit by bit, everything started to be full of baby things. Preparing for the arrival of your baby.

And now, it's owner had finally came, the room was complete. His house felt complete with Gabi in it.

A pale lilac adorned the walls, the crib white andk sturdy, a whole Sunday had been spent assembling it. Meaning, you'd watch Miguel doing so, giggling whenever he cursed or crumpled the instructions. Your routine was based on her first feeding she had back at the hospital. Meaning ten pm.

The next one was at 1 am, then at four, seven and so on. She ate every three hours. Sometimes, Miguel would come home and find you curled up on the couch or any other surface cushioned enough for you to rest.

And when you'd wake up, you'll always be in your bed, tucked in. Sometimes, you'd find yourself startling out of nowhere when you heard Gabi's door opening up. Only to find Miguel changing her diapers if needed and sharing time with her.

You'd kiss his cheek and held his hand, pulling him away even though his feet refused at first. "C'mon, let her rest. You need to sleep and so do I."

"I know." He kissed in return your forehead, "Thank you."

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If he could get a picture of his baby girl, every day, he would. But nothing compared to experiencing meaningful moments right there next to her.

The first laugh you got from Gabi was when she nibbled your nipple, the soft nub was nothing against her gums.

"Oww"

She giggled again as she slapped your breast softly. Your fingers caressed her head lovingly, gentle voice lulled her to sleep.

"Glad you're happy chewing my nipple, princesita"

With Miguel things were different, she'd burst into the loudest laughing fit when he'd blow raspberries into her tummy. Excited and kicking feet moved playfully, her hands latched on his dark waves.

"Gimme a smile"

Gabi stared at him as he yawned, too interested in the pair of fangs that peeked out of his plump mouth. Seeing no effect in her, he tried a little growl.

She cooed, the smile creeping up in her little lips. Miguel roared, or at least attempted to roar, Gabi's laugh soared through the room, but quieted down once your steps approached.

"Whose there?"

Miguel taunted, Gabi's expectant eyes darted towards the door, a coo accompanied her.

"Es tu mami." He mumbled with a smile. (It's your mommy)

Gabi smiled, shook her hands and kicked her legs upon seeing you. Her little pony tail swaying.

"Where's my little chomper?"

"Pa pa!"

You gasped as Miguel took Gabi excitedly.

"Dilo de nuevo, Solecito. Whose that?" (Say it again, Sunshine)

"It's Mama, Gabibi"

"Pa pa!"

You couldn't help but gasp audibly, faking betrayal as Gabi squealed while Miguel smothered her in kisses.

Miguel 1, Mama 0.

"I'm switching you to bottle!"

Gabi gave a feisty grunt at your words as if saying 'You wouldn't dare!' But Miguel's laugh made her to cup his face and grin.

"Pa pa"

"Yes, Solecito?"

A bubbly laugh erupted from her, as she tried to bite his cheeks. Her first words had been dedicated to none but him. Another little milestone added to his personal list.

Nothing however had prepared him for another milestone the both of you feared, yet unavoidably happened.

Gabriella fell sick.

Fever had made a fussy and crying mess out of her. Guilt only grew as you had ignored the signals of her eventual illness. She was restless through her feeding hours, and ate in between breaks. She cried and ate.

And no matter how much you tried to make her less fussy, she'd only cry harder before breaking into a fever.

Her wailing only made you scared and anxiety soon took over you, in between tears you called Miguel and explained. He'd ask permission for work to then fly home and take you to the pediatrician with Gabriella.

Nothing more than an ear infection. Even though antibiotics had been given to her, Miguel would rock her slowly, rubbing her back in soothing circles,

Gabi would rub her eyes, and the outer of her ear while exhaling a little pained whimpering

"I know, mijita. You'll feel better ok?"

He whispered while kissing her forehead. It distressed him greatly to see his baby in such discomfort. She slept longer than usual, fed a little before going back to sleep. You both missed her laugh and usual feisty attitude.

He'd be always welcomed with a little squeal or a gurgling mumble. But now it was everything but silence.

But eventually the infection went away, leaving room for her health to be back.

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Gabi was now seven months, Her urge to crawl had been stronger, only to fall into her butt. But her perseverance made her to crawl faster and climb things with such agility it made her almost an unstoppable force you'd often been reckoned with.

You'd have startles like getting her last minute before she crawled up or down the stairs. Sometimes you'd burn food to chase her, and when you'd get her she'd squeal and drool over your cheek while trying to kiss you.

"You'll kill me in one of these jumpscares, mi amor. "

She'd giggle and mumble a clear Mama

"Yes, bebita? You're hungry?"

Your little princess would screech, and point at the boiling pot. It always amazed her to no end to see the lid clattering and seeing bubbles underneath it. Or see you dance at the beat of cumbias, merengue and punta.

The latter had her squirming at the beats of the drums while clapping.

As she reached her ten months, she'd surprise you both and Miguel that had your hearts racing.

You were on the living room, playing on the floor with her, Miguel sat across you.

"Solecito, come here" Miguel urged as he motioned her to come, which she followed to a T. She crawled to him but stopped midway

"Come, come" Miguel kept ebbing her to follow him, but Gabi's eyes were set on him.

You helped her to stand and even though her steps wobbled, she didn't stop. Miguel and you shared a complicity look before you let Gabi go.

Big and loving hands motioned her to get to him. A steady step followed by a wobbly one, Gabi balanced herself and cooed, toddler eyes filled with wonder and joy as she followed Miguel's voice, occasionally looking back to you, as if asking 'Like this, Mama?'

"Go to Papa, mi amor!"

Miguel crouched and opened her arms to her, ready to catch her if she fell. But she didn't. In fact, as she approached Miguel her feet took speed.

Her dear Papa took her in his strong arms and thew her in the air, happy for another meaningful milestone he got to witness.

But that would only bring new and near heart attacks experiences.

Ever since she started walking, Gabi would run after Miguel and hold onto his ankle, crying a loud and maudlin Papa, No!

She wanted him to stay, she wanted him to hold her and put her to sleep, but he had to go.

"Solecito, I'll be back"

She'd cry a harder "No!"

"Gabi, mi amor, come here."

"Papa!"

She'd climb to her and who was Miguel to say no to his baby?

He cradled her and kissed her chubby cheek.

"I'll be back, okay? Se buena con tu mamá, 'ta bien?" (Be good to your mom, okay?)

She nodded in between little hiccups and whines as Miguel handled her over to you after kissing her forehead.

"Wanna go shopping with me, princesita?"

She pointed at a leaving Miguel.

"I know, mi niña, he'll be back, okay? Let's get you ready to go."

As soon as Miguel came through the main door, Gabi ran to him and clung to his leg with a wide beam.

"Papa!"

He picked her up and smooched her cheek, "Hola mi chiquita, God, I missed you." He came closer to you and smiled, "I missed you too."

The two most important women of his life were always waiting for him and his return. Finally, his dream had come true.

[girliism]

girl dad!art hasn’t had to stay home only with your daughters since she’s been born so when he sees you getting ready for a night out he’s confused.

“where on you going?” art stands behind at your vanity. “tashi invited me out and i haven’t been out since the bean was born so.” you shrugged retouching your lipstick. art follows behind you while you pack your purse. “is your mom coming over to watch bean?” you tell him he is and watch him freeze up.

art loves his daughter but watching her alone without you. what if something goes wrong. “baby, you’ll be fine. it’s almost ten and she’s been fed all you need to do is change her then put her to sleep.” you reassure him. “oh and remember to warm up the bottle under hot water. she likes to hold it herself while someone rocks her to sleep.” you kiss your daughter and art goodbye heading out to tashi’s car.

“alright looks like it’s just you and me bean.” art picked her up the two of them smiling at each other his full mouth of teeth and her five tiny ones. three at the bottom two at the top. “so what do you wanna do first.” art pokes at her cheeks. she opens her mouth as if to answer but instead throws up all over arts white t-shirt. “fuc-fudge.” art stops himself from cursing looking at his daughter in disbelief. she just giggles.

back at the club you are a worrying mess. “ok you’ve been setting here for thirty minutes staring at your phone.” tashi plobs down next to you. “this is supposed be girls night out no kids no husbands just girlfriends.” you sigh. “i know i know, but i’ve never left art alone with bean before, and it’s just been me and her her and me for so long. i think i’m having separation anxiety.” you rant. “i don’t even know why i came out it’s not like i can drink yet.” tashi shushes you. “no none of that no mopey mom feelings ok. trust i know how you feel but think about how much when we need this. we have been sitting at home with nothing but shitty diapers and achy boobs. who cares if we can’t drink yet let’s just dance and let loose. art and patrick have everything under control ok.” you nod your head standing up to go hit the dance floor with tashi. this night out is more than deserved. “wait you left lily home alone with patrick?” “course not my moms there. now let’s go.”

“ok bean, daddy’s got a new shirt you’ve got a new diaper now drink this bottle and go to sleep.” art’s seated in the rocking chair handing her the bottle. she immediately chucks it across the room laughing. art goes and picks it up trying again. only for her to throw it again laughing even harder now. art stares at her in shock. “so you think this is a game?”

after 20 minutes of trying to get her to sleep he finally succeeds laying her down in her crib whispering a good night.

art sets down on the couch with a beer flipping through the channels. “god, how does mama do this every night.” he turns on adult swim cause why not and then he hears it. the sound of banging and giggling coming from the baby monitor. picking it up he’s thinking there’s no way that could be bean cause bean is sleeping. but there she was on the monitor screen bouncing in her crib hitting her toy against the rails.

art opens the door to her nursery and is greeted by a very smiley and very awake baby. “you’re not gonna go to sleep are you.” she just laughs making grabbing hands at him.

the next hour art spends playing peak-a-boo, pretended to steal her nose and she still wasn’t a little bit tired. “come on baby cut me some slack here. what does mommy usually do to get you to sleep?” she perks up at the mention of her mother. “ma ma ma ma ma ma.” shes babbles. “yea mama what does mama do? does she read to you or sing you lullaby’s?” your daughter does her little baby dance when art mentions lullaby’s. and art can do that he can sing lullaby’s it’s just he doesn’t know any. so he improvises.

“okay lullaby time. time to sing a lullaby.” art thinks hards but none are popping into his mind. “looks like we’re gonna freestyle this bean.” art clears his throat. “bean bean one year old bean i really need you to go to sleep. sleep sleep is pretty neat especially if you’re a one year old bean.” art looks down at his daughter resting on his shoulder playing with his necklace. assuming the song is working he repeats it three more times before they’re both passed out on the couch.

“thanks for tonight tash i’ll call you in the morning.” you watch her car drive off making your way to your house.

pushing open the front door walking into the living room to be met with a mess of toys and your husband and daughter asleep on the couch. you snap a picture before running your hand through arts hair waking him up. “hey you’re back.” art whispers moving to sit up slowly as not to wake your daughter. “did you have fun?” you nod your head. “looks like you and bean had your own fun.” art stands. “love, she just would not sleep i had to made up a lullaby.” you laugh the both of you walking to her nursery to put her down. you guys watch her sleep for a while before leaving.

“thanks for doing this.” you reach up places a kiss on arts lips. he shrugs. “it’s nothing. watching after her is my responsibility to. i’ll start doing it more so you can go hang out you know start having a life again.” even though it’s truly the bare minimum you still feel happy that he would suggest such a thing. you give him one last kiss before walking off to get ready for the night.

“you look hot by the way.”

(i nicknamed the baby bean for this cause i didn’t wanna keep calling her daughter .)

[astarionbraiinrot]

One for the Road

Now with Sequel!

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Having acquired himself a brood of many daughters, and with enough years passed since the last was born that he's certain they're done having any more, Astarion is content to be a very happy certified Girl Dad™ to his flock of lovely little feral princesses. Which he's over the moon about, because honestly, what would he even do with a boy? No, he’s quite satisfied with the pack of little gremlins he has, thanks very much, all braids and pink ribbons and lace trim, and he’s not interested in adding to it. He and Tav are living their best No More Babies life. They're consistently sleeping through the night without interruption, they can have a glass (or four) of wine whenever they want, and he can’t remember the last time he’s had to wipe an ass that wasn’t his own. No, their house is FULL and they are DONE. No new Ancunins, shop's closed.

So of course, barely three days after finally clearing out and donating all of their various and sundry baby stuff, Tav informs him that there's going to be a last-minute addition to the family, very soon (school had just started back again, and the girls had spent the entire summer banding together to hide increasingly-inappropriate new "pets" in their rooms no matter how many times they got caught, so he supposes Tav can be forgiven for having mistaken the symptoms of yet another impending-dhampir as typical parenting exhaustion. He certainly had). It's the middle of the night when she tells him, and he spends at least an hour pacing the floor of their bedroom and summoning every scrap of memory from his law school days to argue that she must be mistaken, because their eldest just started COLLEGE and their youngest is TEN and they've already given away the crib and you can't have a baby if you don't have a crib because where would it even sleep? So obviously they can't be having another baby. Checkmate. He rests his case, Your Honor.

When his arguments to the contrary do not, in fact, render the impending child any less impending, and he’s had another hour to stomp around the backyard lecturing himself (quietly, so as not to wake the girls or the neighbors) that this is what happens when you drink two bottles of wine and an entire cow and can’t keep your stupid hands to yourself and convince Tav to throw caution to the wind because “it’ll be fine just this once, what’s the worst that could happen,” you idiot, he comes around to the idea. Because, sure, maybe they're starting all over with the diapers and the teething and the sleepless nights, but their other children are old enough to mostly mind themselves now, and the youngest had started asking for a baby sister as soon as she was old enough to figure out that her parents were where siblings came from.

Plus, if he's honest with himself, he may have - just a very teeny tiny bit - missed the feeling of holding a tiny infant curled up on his chest, burying his nose into their fluffy newborn hair to inhale the scent of their little scalp, listening to those soft snuffly noises they make as they fall asleep, his finger held in a ridiculously tiny hand only just barely big enough to wrap around it. Not enough to have another one on purpose, obviously, but if she's coming along anyway, then he supposes he might as well enjoy it all the same.

So he starts the same preparations for her that he did with all her sisters, sewing tiny frilly things as Tav knits yet another blanket and they bounce potential names off each other. Of course it's a girl, he says, when questioned on his name suggestions. With how many children they already have, there would have been a boy by now if there was going to be one. He scoffs each time Tav jokes over the next few tendays that this one feels different, and they could have a little combo-breaker on the horizon. No, not possible, he assures her, with an unearned confidence that he nonetheless felt was quite deserved. Their Standard Operation Protocol is that, once a baby is on the way, a little girl is born soon after. No deviations, and no reason to expect any now after all this time. Repeated experiments have produced the same result every time. They'll have another member for their infamous flock of Ancunin Daughters before the month is out.

When Tav tells him one evening just before their soon-to-be-second-youngest's bedtime that the little one's announced her debut via a puddle on the kitchen floor, there is no panic, no rush, no mad dash to ready everything. They've been through this far too many times for that. He takes a moment to be grateful that at least this one had waited until the sun was down to kick things off. Most of her sisters had not been nearly so courteous, choosing instead to have their first act be one of defiance against their poor stressed out father by beginning their journey into life in the middle of the day.

He bundles the girls off to the neighbors' house for the night, leaving them with a quick kiss on the head each and a promise that he'll send a Message as soon as their new sister has arrived, before making his way to fetch the Midwife. He vaguely wonders if she's even necessary, considering they have enough offspring that he's got the whole process all but memorized and is fairly certain he and Tav could deliver the child themselves at this point (and had done, once. Baby number five had been VERY eager to make her way into the world, with such a swift entry that she'd nearly been born on the living room floor. He'd had no time to even grab a towel and was forced to catch her with his bare hands. She'd ruined his shirt, and the rug, and nearly scared the unlife out of him on top of it. He'd been very calm throughout the entire event, though, a paragon of unflappable stability, patiently waiting until the babe was born, cleaned, and moved upstairs to the bedroom where she snuggled peacefully in her sleeping mother's arms, before politely stepping out the bedroom door and proceeding to have the quietest panic of his entire existence).

When he arrives back home with the Midwife, he doesn’t bother to direct her to the bedroom. She knows where it is, this isn’t her first rodeo with an Ancunin birth either. Water is boiled, clean towels are at hand, their nice bedding has been replaced with plain serviceable sheets, a layer of newspaper underneath to protect the mattress, a tiny outfit and knitted blanket sit ready nearby. Check, check, check. He completes each step with pure muscle memory and no prompting, all routine, everything exactly as expected.

The next nine hours are spent keeping Tav as comfortable as possible. Rubbing her back, walking circles around the house, stopping at each contraction to gently sway and do the breathing exercises that they'd learned so long ago the first time they did this. Normally, she'd catch what sleep she could in between contractions in these early stages, but this one is determined to allow her mother no rest. He really hopes that's not an indication of what the little one’s sleep schedule will look like once she's here.

They near the end of this whole ordeal with the first light of morning. He's sat behind Tav, holding her up, as she grits her teeth through near back-to-back contractions and shakes with the effort of bringing this last child into the world. She's exhausted, grumpily hissing between pushes that of course his child would be fucking nocturnal and think the asscrack of dawn was a splendid time to be born. He considers reminding her that most of their children had been born during the day, so he really didn’t think the timing of this one could be blamed on him, but any response he might have had is cut off with the next push, when he feels his knuckle bones grind together as she once again resumes her efforts to reduce them to powder. It's probably for the best that he keep that comment to himself right now, anyway, he thinks.

One more big push to get the head out. It's barely visible from his position, head leaning over Tav's shoulder, but he can see that she definitely has the same full head of hair all her sisters did, and maybe his hair color as well, though it's hard to really tell through the blood and fluids plastering it all to her scalp. Could be red for all he knows. He mutters something about not being able to see her hair through the blood, and Tav gives him a sly sideways glance and starts to crack a joke, something about him not having eaten since yesterday, he thinks, before she’s interrupted by a loud, pained, groan and the need to push again.

A few more hard, steady pushes, guided by the Midwife, for the shoulders this time. This is always the hardest part, he remembers, the final hurdle. He whispers gentle encouragement into Tav's ear as, timed with her pushes, the Midwife carefully guides first one shoulder, then the other, out into the world. Poor Tav is bright red from the exertion, covered in sweat and panting. He places a cool hand on her forehead and she leans into his palm as, with a scream and one last push, the babe is finally brought into the world.

She’s bright red herself, wailing with all the power her little lungs can muster. He still can’t see much of her from where he sits, not with Tav sagged back against him, finally able to rest. The Midwife says something he doesn’t catch as she gently wipes the babe off. He’s too busy whispering to Tav about how well she did to pay much attention to anything else right at this moment, but Tav isn’t, and she starts to giggle, quietly, just this side of audible. Odd, he thinks, but adrenaline’s a hell of a drug, so he doesn’t think about it too hard. His towel-wrapped (and still a little fluid-covered) daughter is gently placed on Tav’s chest as the Midwife busies herself with cutting the umbilical cord and delivering the afterbirth. The baby calms a bit as Tav gently coos to her and strokes her back, her cries tapering off into soft whimpers.

Able to get a closer look at her now, he can see this one bears more than just a passing resemblance to her father. Frankly, she looks exactly like him, albeit smaller, wrinklier, and with fewer teeth (for now). Pale, even for a newborn, with tiny, finely-pointed ears, and a head of unruly white curls. When she finally opens her eyes, leveling her parents with an annoyed glare that could have come right off his own face (or so he’s been told), he sees his own gaze reflected back at him in pale green, the color they’d learned with the birth of their second daughter that his eyes used to be. He feels a little bad, honestly. Tav did all the hard work, and yet here their daughter is, their last baby, him in miniature. Not bad enough to keep him from preening a bit when he mentions how beautiful she is, though.

Tav is still giggling. Quietly, but noticeably louder now than before his comment.

He raises an eyebrow at her and asks just what is so funny, and her giggling increases to laughter.

You, she says, in between fits of giggles. She asks if he had been paying attention to anything the Midwife had said, and the confused look on his face only serves to make her laugh harder. He waits while she tries to contain herself, releasing a very put upon sigh when, a few minutes later, she’s still laughing at whatever this joke at his expense is.

Finally, she takes a deep breath, holding in her laughter, eyes still sparkling with mirth, and slowly unwraps their daughter. He is, once again, confused, and the baby’s none too happy either, starting to fuss with the sudden loss of warmth. Before he can say anything, Tav shifts and places the now bared and still slightly-slimy infant in his arms, advising him to get acquainted with their newest little one. He wrinkles his nose at the goo rubbing off onto his sleeves, some sarcastic remark ready on his tongue, reaching out with one hand to take the towel from Tav as he looks down to begin settling his daughter, and-

Oh.

Well.

That explains why Tav was laughing at him, at least.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thinks that he probably should have caught that a lot sooner. It’s almost embarrassing really, considering his various skillsets, he’s usually pretty good at noticing little details. He doesn’t really have the brainpower to ponder that too long though, because the rest of his mind is still trying to reconcile this shift in information.

The best he’s able to come up with is dazedly asking Tav how that had happened, which just induces her into another fit of tired giggles as she presses a gentle kiss to his lips, and another to the top of their son’s fuzzy head.

He smiles and thinks that the girls will be delighted at this change of protocol.

[morning-star-joy]

what a wicked thing (Javier Peña x F!Reader) part 2

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader, Enemies/Rivals to Lovers

Summary: Javier returns to Laredo for good this time, and you have the displeasure of running into him at the store. Much to your frustration, he offers you a small act of kindness.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI Mentions of sex and f masturbation, Javi gets under Reader's skin and enjoys it, mention of cigarettes.

Wordcount: 3.3k

A/N: Once again ty to my girl @thetriumphantpanda for beta-reading and giving me the encouragement I need to post, ILY

part 1

Unfortunately, you did see Javier Peña again.

But it wasn’t any time soon after that quick and bizarre interaction with your best friend’s ex-fiancé at Danny's wedding, something you nearly felt like thanking God for when you attended church with your parents that following Sunday.

When you heard Javier’s name float around town again, you found yourself listening that time, picking up on the fact that he was going off from one battle to the next, going to fight another cartel in this drug war that seemed more and more to be never-ending.

So the next time that Javier Peña returned, you were ready. You had heard the news of him rolling back into town, and you were at Lorraine’s house that night, bottle of cheap rosé in hand after the kids had gone to bed.

She had assured you that she was fine, that all of this was unnecessary, but you weren’t satisfied with that. You had seen the hint of irritation that glimmered in her eyes during her brief interaction with her ex at Danny’s wedding, and you wanted her to be able to get everything off her chest before one of you had to deal with Peña again.

So you both sat on her swinging bench on the front porch, cuddled up under a blanket with legs entangled as you passed the bottle back and forth, laughing as you rehashed any old grievances you still had after all these years.

Only when the words ran dry did Lorraine look at you, gaze soft as she said quietly, “You can still get out of here, you know.”

You laughed, staring up at the stars that were shining in that dark Texas sky you had gazed at your whole life, from the window of your childhood room at your parents’ house right down the street.

“Too late for that now, Lori,” you murmured, shaking your head as you stared down into the empty bottle. “Already tried once, and it didn’t last.”

You lifted your head, letting out another humorless laugh as you added, “I mean, Jesus, your hotshot ex-fiancé couldn’t even stay out of Laredo. What hope do I have of getting out?”

Lorraine didn’t say anything then, because she knew you were right. If Javier Peña, of all people who had grown up despising Laredo and escaped it, was back to stay—what hope did anybody else have of leaving?

It was a question you couldn’t stop thinking over, tossing and turning in your bed that night, glaring at the light pink quilt that you’ve had since you were seven years old before pushing it off yourself to stand.

Moving towards your closet, you quietly opened the doors, kneeling so you could rifle through an old box full of junk accumulated throughout your high school career. You had always been a sentimental person, having a hard time throwing out any birthday card or yearbook, even if they didn’t mean anything to you anymore.

You pulled out the one for your sophomore year, sitting cross-legged and letting it fall open on your lap, flipping through it and taking in what were neither the best or worst years of your life.

High school was never going to last forever, but you really couldn’t care less about that. You had focused on getting good grades, hoping to be accepted at a college far away from your hometown.

At least you’d had good friends in high school—well, you’d had one. 

Lorraine, your best friend and other half.

The two of you had been nearly inseparable since you were in diapers—or, according to your mothers who had been best friends before you, the womb, as they had both been pregnant at the same time, the two of you born only a few weeks apart.

Your childhoods were filled with joint birthday parties and sleepovers that lasted weekends, always knowing you had a second home right down the street from your first one.

Lorraine may be your polar opposite—the summer to your winter, the sun to your moon—but she had always been your rock, as you had been hers. You kept each other grounded, and there were times where you felt like you didn’t need anybody else, knowing you had her love and unconditional support, just like she had yours.

And then Javier Peña came into her life.

Your fingers stopped turning the pages, staring down at the photo of the man when he was hardly even a man, smiling at the camera on the page of senior photos in the yearbook.

Javier had always been cute, gathering giggles from the girls in the halls at school whenever his attention was directed their way. Two years above you and Lorraine, he was unattainable, but nice to look at whenever you passed by him in between classes.

He had also known how to use that attention to his advantage. Charismatic and intelligent, Javier knew how to get what he wanted—and how to make you want it too. A truly deadly combination in a man.

But you didn’t realize just how dangerous his charm was until he got older, became more handsome, and captured Lorraine’s heart.

It’s fine, you had told yourself again and again as you watched them entertain a room from the edge of it. He makes her happy.

And he did. Javier really did make Lorraine happy. You remembered nights where you both sat on her bed, painting your toenails as she told you all about how gentle he was when he took her virginity on that very bed, and all the things he had taught her about pleasure since then.

You had blushed at each story she told you, still a virgin yourself back then, playfully swatting at her and eliciting her musical laughter as she explained in even more explicit detail how it felt to have sex with Javier Peña.

The next morning, when Javier was leaning against his truck in her driveway to wait for your friend while you walked home, you had made brief eye contact with the man, cheeks blazing as you remembered what Lori had told you about how he actually knew how to make her come, before you quickly made your way back to your own doorstep.

You had made yourself come once or twice too, picturing what it would be like if Javier made you do it.

Guilt and embarrassment flooded you the few times you gave into temptation, on lonely nights where you longed for a man to touch you the way that your best friend described was possible.

It was just an inconvenience that Javier’s face was the one that crossed your mind. It was only because he was the one you had very vivid details of in just how a man could fuck a woman.

Now you sat in the same room where you had masturbated to mental images of Javier’s face back during your young adulthood, thinking about how much the man’s face had changed in the years he had been away.

Gone was the youthful charm, replaced by a mature magnetism that you had felt just during your very brief interaction with him at Danny’s wedding.

The way he had blatantly checked you out, the confident step forward, the small smirk curling onto full lips—Javier still knew exactly what he was doing, and it was even more dangerous now than it had ever been.

Because he wasn’t cute anymore.

He wasn’t even handsome.

Javier Peña was fucking sexy.

You sucked in a breath, plopping back into your bed and burrowing under the quilt.

It didn’t matter if Javier Peña had aged like fine wine, becoming even more attractive in not only looks, but in his mere presence.

It didn’t matter, because he was still the same bastard who stole your best friend’s heart only to break it.

You glared at a blank spot on the wall of your room until your eyes got heavy, the spots where the paint had peeled from tape that had once held pictures of pop stars there for years blurring in your vision until you fell into a fitful sleep, full of images of you punching your best friend’s ex-fiancé right in his goddamn gorgeous nose.

“What about this one?”

You glanced up at the nail polish your mom was holding up, raising an eyebrow at the dark red color.

“You really want me walking around town with red nails?” you asked as you took a step closer to see the color better. You had to admit, it was pretty, but you didn’t want the stares and gossip if you wore it. “What would las abuelas say?”

Your mom laughed, raising her hand to cover her mouth before swatting you lightly in the shoulder.

“I suppose you’re right,” she sighed, putting it back where she found it before picking up a pale pink one. “This more your speed, mija?”

Biting your lip, you fought to hold back a sigh as you stared at the color that had been associated with you since you had asked for your bedroom walls to be painted that baby pink shade in the 4th grade.

“Perfect,” you said with a forced smile, but your mom was too busy smiling genuinely to herself, passing the nail polish to you to hold before heading out of the makeup department.

You followed on her heels, looking down at the color that had haunted you for most your life, unable to escape the sweet innocence it painted you in except for the few years you had spent outside of Laredo’s confines.

“So, what do you think about—Javi!”

Frowning, you turned the nail polish over in your hand again, not caring to look up as you muttered bitterly, “Why would I care about Javier Pe—”

You stopped short when a hand smacked into your chest, and you glanced up at your mother, affronted at the light hit before looking towards whoever she was ogling at in that moment.

Oh.

Goddammit, you thought to yourself, sending a quick prayer to the God your parents believed in far more than you did as you straightened, glancing over the very man you had been about to talk shit about standing at the end of an aisle a few rows down from you.

Apparently, he hadn’t heard his name, too distracted by choosing a shaving cream from a display.

He also didn’t notice the whispered argument between you and your mother a few feet behind him, her scolding you in Spanish as you rejected her efforts to get you to talk to him until she pushed you forward and darted down an aisle to the side.

This time, Javier definitely heard you as you stumbled forward a few steps before catching yourself, straightening up to see him looking right towards you with a thick eyebrow raised.

When his eyes met yours, some look you didn’t recognize flickered through them before it was gone, face smoothing out into careful neutrality as he glanced over you standing a few feet away from him.

“Hola,” Javier greeted you smoothly, continuing to look up and down your body even after he had initially taken you in, and your blood nearly boiled as you realized he was checking you out again.

You merely nodded, muttering the same greeting back to him, your posture stiff before purposefully striding past him as he turned his body to watch you go.

The heat of Javier’s gaze on your back was palpable, and you tried to ignore the added heat of anger simmering in your veins as you searched for your mother to get out of here.

Then you saw the flash of her familiar hair through the windows of the store, and your jaw dropped, watching as she stood on the outside of the shop, giving you a grin and a wave through the window before darting towards the car.

Traitor.

With a suppressed groan, you moved towards the cashier, exchanging a genuine smile and mumbled greetings with the older gentleman there. He was one of your favorite workers at this store, part of the select few cashiers you knew wouldn’t go blabbing to the rest of the town if you bought a pack of cigarettes during a late night shopping trip.

You eyed the packs behind the counter now, fingers twitching against the countertop next to where you had set down the nail polish, wondering if you could get away with purchasing a pack when your mother was waiting for you in the car outside.

Sighing, you began to reach into your purse for your wallet, deciding against it when a presence settled in at your side and a deep voice spoke smoothly, “Pack of Marlboros, por favor.”

Your jaw clenched, glancing up to see that none other than Javier had settled next to you, standing far too close for your comfort as he set down his shaving cream next to your nail polish.

“Do you mind?” you found yourself saying before you could stop yourself, that blaze of anger igniting inside you again as Javier merely turned to you with another arch of his eyebrow, glancing over you once more in that infuriating way at your blunt statement of, “I was here first.”

“I’m aware,” he replied easily, his tone showing no annoyance or offense at your short tone as he pushed both of your items on the counter forward, thick fingers tapping against the countertop a few times before he said to the cashier, “I’ll pay for these.”

“What?” you asked, shock mixing with the irritation in your tone as you blinked a few times, glancing over Javier’s face as he reached for his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans—Jesus, why were they so tight?

The older gentleman merely nodded at Javier, ignoring your surprise at the offer to pay for your nail polish along with his things, and you were once again grateful for the cashier’s utter lack of concern for gossip—a rare, truly beautiful gift in Laredo—as he rang up the cigarettes and the other two items.

You tried to snatch up the nail polish as soon as it was set back down in front of you, eager to get back out of this odd situation you were in, but Javier was quicker.

He picked up the polish, turning it around in his large palm that completely enveloped the small, pale pink bottle before saying slowly, “Same pink you wore at the wedding. This your color, hermosa?”

“That’s not my name,” you snapped, eyes widening at how quickly you lost your cool before you glanced around you, making sure nobody had heard your tone of voice.

Javier watched your eyes dart around, a smirk slowly curling onto his full lips as you looked back to him, anger coiling in your gut, burning even hotter at the sight of his smugness.

The bastard was smug.

“What is it then?” he asked, barely lifting his eyes from your face as he pulled the money from his wallet and passed it over to the cashier for the items, only glancing away from you long enough to receive the change. “Your name.”

He was still holding the nail polish in his other hand, keeping you from leaving as quickly as you wanted to.

You glared at him now as you hissed quietly, “You really don’t remember?”

Javier leaned back slightly as he pushed his wallet back into his pocket, smirk shifting into a small frown as he glanced over you again, though with less undisguised intention, and more analysis this time.

When no spark of recognition lit up his eyes, you laughed humorlessly under your breath, though you otherwise fought to stay quiet, so you wouldn’t say something that you might regret.

Silently, you held your hand out, palm up as you waited for him to give you the nail polish.

For a moment, Javier continued to look at you, brows knitted together over his dark eyes that flickered between yours, and you were almost unsettled by the keen analysis he seemed to be applying to you before he slowly unfurled his fingers from the bottle to place in your waiting hand.

But when you tried to take the bottle, he tightened his grip on the top of it, keeping you from taking it completely as he murmured, “Querida?”

Your eyes slowly narrowed as a devious smirk curled onto his lips at your reaction towards his shameless teasing made in an attempt to get your name. “Cariño?”

Curling your hand around the bottle, you jerked it out of his grasp, and that smirk of his nearly twitched up into a small grin, making that fire burn hotter inside of you as you began to turn away.

But not before he could slide the pack of cigarettes across the counter towards you, tapping his thick index finger on it a couple of times.

“What’s this?” you asked, glancing down towards the Malboros before looking back up at him.

“Yours,” he said plainly, nudging it towards you a bit more before taking his shaving cream and pushing himself away from the counter. “For the pack you gave me.”

You stared down at the cigarettes, brows furrowed as a feeling so complex that it had to be multiple emotions rushed through you, as intangible and infuriating as the man you were speaking to as your eyes darted back to Javier.

Words failed you in that moment as you opened your mouth to say something only to see that Javier was already walking away, heading towards the doors leading out of the store without another word back towards you.

You scoffed, grabbing the cigarettes and shoving them in your purse, buried deep underneath the other contents from paranoia of anybody finding them before mumbling thanks to the cashier, and soon you were speed walking after the man who had bought your things for you tonight.

“I don’t need that from you,” were the words that finally fell from your lips as you stepped out into the warm night air that permeated Laredo during the transition from spring to summer.

Javier paused from where he was walking towards his truck—the same one he had driven a decade ago, the one that had been in Lorraine’s driveway the morning after she had told you how good he fucked.

He had looked right at you then, but here he was now, having no idea who you were. 

You shifted back, feeling your cheeks blaze as you quickly glanced away from the analytical gaze he fixed you with again, mad at yourself for nearly running out after him to try and get the last word in when you had just been so eager to be rid of his presence as quickly as possible.

“Then share them with me sometime.”

Your head whipped around, eyes wide as you looked at Javier, but he was already moving away again, heading towards his truck and leaving you dumbfounded at the baffling complexity this man had grown into.

But he glanced back over his shoulder at you as he curled his long fingers around the door handle, pulling it open while he called back with a cheeky grin that told you he had gotten you exactly where he wanted you by walking away in the store and making you chase after him, “Looking forward to it, cariño.”

Any emotion you may have been feeling quickly resorted back to annoyance, your eyes narrowing at the audacity of this man before you spun on your heel. 

You practically marched towards the car where your mother sat waiting for you, not looking forward to the discussion about the man you would be trapped into with her on the short ride home any more than you dreaded the inevitable future meetings you would have with him

Because it seemed you detested the way that Javier Peña managed to get under your skin just as much as he enjoyed doing it.

[maddiethedogstories]

Sarah's Playground - 3

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

"I wish this magic amulet was mine!" Lidia yelled out in a surprisingly clear voice.

I desperately pushed Lidia off my lap, hoping to separate her from the source of my power before I was too late. But, I was.

I watched in horror as Lidia pushed her small, diapered frame off the floor and smiled at me in victory. The amulet was now clearly dangling from her neck.

I reach between my breasts, still dripping milk, hoping that what I was seeing was an illusion. However, when I groped for my salvation, all my fingers found with was empty air.

"Oh, no? Did Baby Sarah lose her toy?" Lidia said, her tone deep with malevolent sarcasm. "I wish that Sarah and I both had our original bodies."

"No!" I yelled out as I felt my body begin to shrink. I could feel my tight fitting clothes rolling off my body as my perfect, Mommy Domme frame shrank back to that of the timid woman I was months ago. My chest suddenly felt lighter as my breasts deflated. My vantage point lowered as my body and legs shrank back down to my original height of 5'2".

As I am felt myself shrink, I watched Lidia's body grow. Lidia's breasts swelled back up to a respectable size. Her hips grew, stretching the small onesie she is wearing and the tapes of her messy diaper to the max. She also grew taller and fitter. The snaps at the crotch of her onesie snapped open almost comically as her torso lengthened, making the clothes she was wearing too small.

Looking up at Lidia from my vantage point on the couch, for the first time since the world became my playground, I suddenly felt small and defenseless. I knew, in the pit of my stomach, I was at the whim of the 5'11", beautiful woman who was standing in front of me wearing nothing but a too small onesie and messy diaper. I sunk deeply into the couch, gripping at my pool of clothes to preserve some modesty and hide my small frame.

"Well there's the Baby Sarah that I know and love! What's wrong little girl? Are you afraid of your big, bad babysitter Lidia?" Lidia asks in a mocking tone. "Is that because you used your magic to force me to sign my life away to you?" Lidia continued, slowly stalking forwards to me.

"Is it because you forced me to wear stupid baby clothes?" Lidia growled as she whipped the onesie she was wearing over her head and threw it over my face.

I tossed it to the side to reveal Lidia standing even closer to me, naked except for the necklace with the magic ruby dangling between her breasts and her shitty diaper with it's tapes stretched to their capacity dangling between her legs.

"Or is because your forced me to sit around in a poopy diaper for hours on end?" Lidia asked, getting even closer to me and gesturing to the shit filled diaper barely clinging to her waist.

Looking at Lidia's bare breasts and the ruby pendant dangling in her cleavage, I knew I had to take this opportunity to get my power back. I suddenly lunged at Lidia with all of my might, desperately groping for the magic necklace with my hands. However, in my smaller, weakened state, I couldn't overcome Lidia's newly returned strength.

"Naughty baby! Trying you use my own tricks against me? Not today, sweetheart."

Just like when I was a teenager, Lidia easily manhandled me, grabbing me by the wrist and throwing me to the ground. While laying on the ground helplessly, I looked up only to be greeted by the sight of Lidia's diaper, on the verge of a blowout, slowly lowering onto my face.

"I think Baby Sarah needs a punishment for that. You seemed to like my poopy diapers so much when you were in charge, maybe you'll like a face full of one now!" Lidia said manically as she firmly pressed her poop filled diaper into my face.

As much as I struggled, I couldn't get free. The stench filled my nostrils, and I started to gag.

"Please, stop," I pleaded between dry heaves. Lidia's only response was a remorseless laugh. That was, until she pinched the amulet between her fingers again and made her next wish.

NEXT CHAPTER

[kelcemenow]

Win Or Lose - Chapter 2.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1666

Warnings Strong language and pregnancy themes.

This was a very detailed Anon request that I received and knew I had to give it a go! (I’ll not paste the whole request here as I usually do, as it was rather long but if you want to read it, it’s here. Be warned, it’s rather full of spoilers!) 

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

"What, what?" Your eyebrows shot upwards.

Travis stared at the plastic test in his hand, his eyes beginning to moisten due to the lack of blinking.

"Trav, honey...what?"

He paused for what felt like forever, "We're going to have a baby."

You screamed and jumped up onto your feet, throwing your arms around Travis' neck. He immediately picked you up and lifted you around his waist, covering your mouth in kisses.

"We're going to have a baby!" Travis repeated, tears welling up along his lower lash line.

"Oh my God, I can't believe it!" You stuttered.

You looked deeply into his bright eyes, holding his face and stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. Travis held onto you tightly, laughing through his happy tears. You dipped your head and kissed him passionately, your lips moving across each other softly. He cleared his throat and gently placed you back to the floor before kneeling down and placing his hands on your stomach.

"This is the happiest day of my life." He whispered.

You grinned widely, "Even more than the Super Bowl?"

Travis looked at you, still holding your non-existent bump, "Man, that day was awesome. But this is something else." He looked at your stomach, "Hey, little one."

You smiled and laughed under your breath, "You're so cute." You lowered yourself down, crouching in front of him, "Are you ready for our next adventure, baby?"

"With you? Always."

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Travis was always an attentive husband, but once you were pregnant, he barely let you move anywhere or do anything.

"Baby, sit down, I'll take the laundry up."

You sighed, "Travis, I'm not even 3 weeks pregnant yet. It's a few sheets...I'm fine." You gripped the laundry basket, twisting your body away from him so that he couldn't reach.

He lowered his eyebrows, "Okay, but after you do that, you're coming back here to rest." He patted the empty space on the couch next to him.

You rolled your eyebrows and hummed a noise as you walked away. Stepping through into your laundry room, you smiled as you placed the laundry basket on the counter top. Picking up the sheets and placing them into the machine, you imagined the endless laundry loads you'd be doing in 9 months time. Rompers, socks and blankets would soon be filling up every shelf, drawer and surface. Your mind soon drifted to visions of family walks in the park, first birthdays and diaper changes. You pictured the baby's nursery, already half deciding on colour schemes and the furniture layout. You and Travis had already discussed names but you grew excited at the thought of settling on one that you both loved.

Your daydreaming was interrupted by two strong arms slowly wrapping themselves around your waist. You felt Travis' face settle next to yours and his warming and familiar scent surrounded you.

"Yes, Daddy?"

Travis groaned with contentment in your ear, "I like it when you call me that, but I like it for a whole other reason now."

You leaned into his hold, gently running your nails across his forearms and closing your eyes, "Here's a thought...when shall we tell our parents?"

"Maybe we should wait a bit? Let's just stay in our happy bubble for a while longer?"

"Your Mom is going to be so happy."

Travis smiled against your cheek, "I know. Make sure she's sat down when we tell her."

You giggled quietly, "Come on, big guy. Let's go and 'rest'." You used your fingers as air-quotes to mock Travis' earlier request.

He tightened his hold around your waist, laying multiple kisses onto your neck as you both walked back to the lounge, laughing and falling onto the coach in each others arms.

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"Can I be honest?"

You turned to Travis, as you finished pouring yourself a cup of tea, "Sure."

"You honestly look so sexy right now."

You looked down at yourself. You were wearing simple white trousers with a lilac sweater, "Really?"

Travis folded the last napkin and placed it on the table. You'd decided to invite both of your families to the house for a dinner party to announce your pregnancy. You were approaching your 6th week and although you weren't showing yet, it wouldn't be long before you would start to, so you and Travis had a plan in place of who to tell and when. Luckily, it was winter and your incoming baby bump would be slightly easier to hide out in public, but your closest friends would notice.

"Yeah." His voice was low, "You're growing our baby in there, that shit's crazy. You're amazing, you know that?"

You smiled and placed your mug on the counter top, walking over and sitting in Travis' lap, "Well, you'll always look sexy to me, baby."

"Even when I'm old, bald and fat?"

You nodded, "Even more so."

As you placed a gentle kiss on Travis' lips, the sound of the doorbell diverted your attention.

"There're here." Travis said as you stood up and smoothed down your outfit, "You nervous?"

You ran your hands through your hair, "Nervous? No. More...excited."

Travis gave your hand a quick squeeze before he jogged over to the front door and opened it, allowing the sounds of happy cheering and laughter pour into the house. Travis' Mom Donna was the first one to come in, practically ignoring Travis and instead holding her arms out to embrace you.

She squeezed you tightly, "Ohhh honey, you look great!"

You pulled away, stepping back as she gazed over you, "Thank you, Donna. Come in, please. There's some drinks over on the kitchen counter."

Looking back towards the door, you saw Jason and Kylie coming towards you and just behind them, Travis was enjoying a long hug with his Dad, Ed. You grinned at Kylie as she wrapped her arms around you and Jason gave you a fist bump from over her shoulder.

"It's been so long! How have you been?" Kylie's voice was excitable and high-pitched.

"I've been great, but enough about me! How are the kids?"

She grinned, "Oh they're great! Wyatt drew you a picture the other day and I forgot to bring it!"

You waved your hand, "That's okay. I'm sure we'll be up to visit soon."

Travis suddenly shouted out of the door and you turned to see your parents car pulling up in the driveway. Your Dad was the first out of the car and he made a beeline for Travis, shaking his hand, "Great game on Sunday, Travis. Very impressive."

"Thank you, sir." Travis bowed his head a little which made you giggle.

"Princess!" Your Dad turned to you and kissed your cheek, bringing you closer to him for a hug.

"Daddy, it's so good to see you." His moustache tickled your forehead, as it always did and you felt a rush of happiness spread over your chest.

"Travis, be a dear and grab this bag for me." Your Mother's shrill voice almost made you jump as you watched her struggle trying to get out of the car.

Travis rushed to her side, taking her bag out of her hands and offering an arm for her to pull herself out of her seat with. You looked to your husband with apologetic eyes and he responded with a wink.

"Well, if you didn't cram so much in there, you'd be able to carry it." Your Dad said, rolling his eyes.

As your Mom reached you, she took hold of your hands, "The weather here is so unpredictable." She said, narrowing her eyes, "I had to make sure I had everything I might need."

"We're here for a dinner, not a hike." Your Dad laughed with Travis as they made their way into the house.

"Honey, are you okay?" Your Mom's face was full of questions, "You look pale, and your hair is limp."

You quickly glanced to Travis with wide eyes. "Nice to see you too, Mom."

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Travis cleared his throat as soon as everyone finished dinner, tapping his knife against his glass, looking around the table as conversations quickly died down.

Your Mom raised her eyebrows at you in confusion next to you and Jason frowned slightly, unsure of what was to come.

"Okay, so there was a reason we invited you all here today, and it wasn't just for you all to eat my beautiful wife's amazing cooking."

You raised your glass and bowed your head, "Thank you baby. Yes, you're all here because we have some pretty special news. And we wanted to tell our immediate family first, the people who we love so much. So, I hope you'll be pleased to hear that in my glass is just soda...and I'll only be drinking soda for the next 9 months."

There was a combination of gasps, screams and shouts from the table at your news, and your Mom threw her arms around you, peppering your cheek with kisses, "Oh honey, that's amazing news! I knew something was up with you!"

You turned your head to see Donna covering her face and wiping tears away from her eyes, Travis placing his arm around her, his own eyes welling up.

"Finally, someone to pass all of our baby stuff on to!" Jason shouted, causing the room to erupt into laughter.

Kylie stood up, "I think this news deserves a toast." Your combined families held their glasses up in the air as Kylie continued, "We are all so happy for the both of you and we know you're going to be incredible parents. So, congratulations to the most amazing couple, and the next chapter of your lives!"

Your hand instinctively connected with your stomach, an immense feeling of love surrounding you as you looked at the faces of the people in the room. Your finally looked towards Travis, who was stood with Ed and your Dad, receiving a pat on the back. He made eye contract with you and your breath hitched, his mouth moving silently.

"I love you."

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[allthingsfangirl101]

A Man of Mistakes – Gator Tillman

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Everyone makes mistakes in their life. The biggest mistake I made was trusting Gator Tillman. We have been together since high school. At the beginning of this year, I found out I was pregnant. I don't think I've ever seen Gator more excited.

But that's when he started to change.

He didn't change toward me or the baby. He came home later and later. When he did finally come home, he was angry and jittery. I tried talking to him about it, several times. Each time, he'd brush me off and tell me he was fine.

Things escalated.

I was about six months pregnant when Gator came home drunk.

~•~

I jumped when the door was kicked open. I looked over my shoulder to see Gator struggling to take off his shoes.

"Son of a bitch!" He yelled.

"Gator?" I took off my blanket and slowly stood up. I couldn't help but place my hands over my belly.

"Sorry, baby," he whispered loudly. "Did I wake you?"

"Wake me? Gator, it's 5 o'clock."

"Oh," he chuckled. "My bad. Time got away from me."

"Where were you?"

"Hanging with my dad," he slurred.

Oh no.

"And he took you to a bar," I said instead of asking.

"Duh," Gator scoffed. I jumped when he threw his gun belt over onto the table.

"Gator," I hesitated.

"Don't start with me, Y/N," he snapped. He brushed past me, slightly bumping my shoulder. My heart sank when he went to the fridge and grabbed a beer.

"Are you sure you should. . ."

Gator cut me off by throwing the completely full beer at me. Luckily he was drunk so it hit the wall to my right instead of me. I looked at the broken beer bottle before turning my shocked eyes to my boyfriend.

"Get out."

"Y/N. . ."

"Get out!"

~•~

Gator came back the next day completely sober. He apologized and begged me to take him back. I was firm and clear about what he needed to do if he wanted to be a part of our child's life. He swore that he would do everything.

At first, it seemed like he really meant it. He started coming home right at 5:10. He'd bring home dinner and a gift for the baby. He was with me when I went into labor and he stayed by my side until we brought our daughter, Annabelle, home. Everything was going great. I actually started to believe that we could build a life, a family, together.

I woke up from that fantasy real quick.

It only took one shoot-out at the grocery store that Annabelle and I got in the middle of for me to kick him out for good.

~•~

"Y/N? What the hell are you doing here?"

"We needed more diapers," I said slowly, still shaken from the shoot-out.

Gator looked down at Annabelle in my arms. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw her still asleep.

"Damn," he chuckled. "This little babe can sleep through just about anything."

My anger took over when he reached for her. I used my arm that wasn't holding her and pushed him away.

"I'm done," I said through my teeth. "Stay the hell away from me and my daughter."

"Y/N. . ."

"This wasn't a normal police shoot-out," I cut him off. "You and your crew were wearing masks. What were you doing? Robbing the place?!"

"No," he said slowly.

"Then what. . ." I didn't need to finish my question. "You are just like your father," I said under my breath. "And I will not allow my baby girl to be around someone like him."

~•~

Ever since the store shoot-out, I've ignored Gator's many attempts to see me and our daughter. I also haven't slept. I kept having nightmares about that day. I looked over at the clock and sighed when I saw it was almost two in the morning.

I got out of bed and went to the kitchen. I made some tea to hopefully help me sleep. I had barely started my first cup when I heard sirens. I didn't get nervous until the lights started bouncing off my kitchen. I jumped when the front door was forced open.

"Y/N!" Gator yelled as he ran to me. "I'm so happy you're okay. I can explain. . ."

"Gator! There's a baby in this house!" I yelled, pushing him away from me. "You can't come barging in here with the lights going and the sirens blaring as our two-month-old daughter sleeps!"

"I'm sorry," he stuttered. "I was just. . . I can explain."

"I can't wait to hear this," I scoffed as I crossed my arms over my chest. "Please, explain."

"We need to get you and Annabelle out of here." He started to walk toward her nursery, but I pushed him again.

"That's not an explanation," I said through my teeth. "And I am not taking her anywhere until you tell me what's going on."

"Okay," he sighed. "Look, a while ago I arrested a guy connected to a pretty big drug smuggling ring. And now. . ."

"Now what?"

"They threatened you and Annabelle."

"Wait, what?" I asked, taking a step away from him.

"They left me a message that if I don't release their boss, they'll come after my family."

"So, what are you saying?" I asked my voice low.

"I need to put you in protective custody," he said. I opened my mouth to say something, but he cut me off. "I'm sorry, but I have to make sure you're safe. They threatened you, Y/N. They threatened our daughter. I know you and I are working through some things right now, but that doesn't mean I am going to sit back and let them take you from me."

"Gator," I sighed. "Why would you get involved with those kind of guys?"

"My dad. . ."

"Would you stop with that?!" I snapped. "Gator, you are not your father!"

"I want to be!"

"You shouldn't," I said, strangely calm. Gator's face fell as I took a small step closer to him. "You have the ability of being better than your father. He did his job horribly. You know that. You know how many people got hurt, how many criminals he let slide. When I told you I was pregnant, do you remember the promise you made me?"

"I promised to make the town safe for our daughter," he answered, his voice soft.

"So let me ask you something," I said, softening my own voice. "Do you think you've done that?"

Gator opened and closed his mouth. I could see the tears threatening to spill.

"I haven't," he admitted. He quickly added, "I can start though. If you and Annabelle come with me, I can keep you guys safe. And once the threat is gone. . ."

"There will be another one," I sighed. "You can't fix these types of things, Gator. Once you get started down that road, it's nearly impossible to go back. I can't keep my daughter close to trouble."

I started to walk away, but Gator grabbed my hand. "What are you saying?" He stuttered.

"I'm saying that my top priority is keeping my baby safe," I said, my voice breaking, "even if that means taking her away from here."

"Away from me," he said slowly.

"It's not like it's an easy decision," I scoffed. "You have to understand why I would make it, Gator."

"I do," he stuttered. "But that doesn't mean. . ."

"I've been having nightmares."

"You what?" Gator gasped, stepping toward me. "What are your nightmares about, baby?"

"That day," I said, my voice breaking. "At the grocery store. It's one of two dreams. Either I get shot or. . ."

"Or?" Gator gently pushed as he cupped my cheek.

"Or Annabelle."

"Shit," he mumbled. He took another step closer to me and gently grabbed my arms. "I'm so sorry, baby. Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," I said softly. "I just. . . I don't want to have them anymore."

Gator pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around me. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head.

"You know," he whispered, "sleeping next to someone who would take a bullet for you helps get rid of nightmares."

"That's kind of hard when the person next to you is mixed up in what's causing your nightmares," I said softly as I pulled out of his embrace.

"What if I wasn't in a job that gave you nightmares?"

"What?" I stuttered. "Gator. . . You can't. . . Are you. . ."

"Sir?"

Gator sighed when we were interrupted. "What?" He snapped at the officer.

"We should really get your family out of here," the guy said slowly. Gator turned toward me with pleading eyes.

"Please," he whispered. "We will have this conversation, I promise, but can we do it at a safe house?"

"I'll go pack a bag for me," I said softly. "Will you pack some things for Annabelle?"

"Of course," he said letting out a sigh of relief.

He leaned in and quickly kissed me before jogging to the nursery. I messed with my hands as I went to my room. My mind was swarming with questions and what-ifs as I packed a bag. When I was done, I put it on the kitchen table and went to check on Gator.

I froze in the doorway when I saw him in the rocking chair, holding our daughter. My heart jumped into my throat as he softly sang her favorite lullaby.

"I see you haven't started packing her bag," I said my voice almost a whisper. Gator looked up at me and smiled.

"She woke up," he smiled. I walked over, leaned down, grabbed his face, and pressed my lips to his. I had tears streaming down my face as our lips moved in sync. I broke the kiss and pressed my forehead against his.

"I've missed you."

"Really?" He asked as I leaned back. "I've missed you too, baby. And our little girl. I promise I will do whatever it takes to protect both of you. Even if that means leaving my job and this town."

"This is everything you've ever worked for, Gator. You'd really walk away?"

"For you and Annabelle?" He whispered. He stood up, still holding our daughter, and pulled me into his side. "I'd do anything to protect my family."

[kinardsevan]

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“What are you doing?” 

Evan is stripping out of the shirt Tommy just gave him not ten minutes earlier, and the minute he has it off, he’s reaching for the hem of Tommy’s. 

“Skin-to-skin,” Evan replies. “She can still benefit from it.” 

Tommy raises an eyebrow at him, even as he settles Ellie’s on his legs and lifts his arms, lets Evan pull his shirt over his head. Once he’s tossed it away, Evan is already peeling her out of the blankets she’s wrapped in. 

“I couldn’t sleep last night so I did a deep dive refresher on it,” he explains, working on the buttons of the sleeper Maddie left her in. “There’s no time limit on when you have to stop, but I did see something about it being good for a full-term baby for three to six months; another website said a year. Pretty much until they don’t want to do it anymore.”  Evan lifts her once he’s gotten her down to just the diaper and hat Maddie left her dressed in and kisses her forehead before he shifts her over onto Tommy’s chest, getting her settled. He wraps the blankets back over her afterward and then moves to the end of the couch, grabbing a throw blanket from their basket, and adding it on top to keep both of them warm. 

“Good?” Evan asks once he’s done. 

Tommy nods, keeping his focus on Ellie. He’s still feeling a massive swirl of emotions about everything, and doing this has only added to those emotions. He knows he loves her; he’s loved her pretty much from the moment he decided he wanted to do this with Evan. But it’s the way she’s found a way to create space inside of his heart, right up next to River. He hasn’t forgotten him by any stretch of the imagination in all of this, but he’d be lying to say he had worried that his feelings might change about River’s life. 

But they haven’t. If anything, he’s somehow developed extra space for Ellie. 

Evan settles on the space next to him, hand stroking over the back of Ellie’s head as she snoozes on Tommy’s chest. 

“You’re really hot like this,” he says softly, and when Tommy shoots a glance in his direction, there’s a smile on his face. “I mean damn, I always wanted to be a dad, but somehow it never occurred to me how sexy you would be.” 

[thezombieprostitute]

How do the Garbage Men deal with their Readers being cranky because of heatwave?

Funny enough, this is going to come up in the next chapter of Frayed with Mace and DC. So I'll keep the answer for them until that chapter gets posted (eventually).

Other responses under the cut because they get a little smutty.

Curtis and Teach:

When Teach gets grumpy she snaps a lot easier than usual. She's apologetic when warranted but in the moment she's fire incarnate. Curtis knows he shouldn't but damn if he doesn't get turned on when she gets fiery. He's a bit cranky because of the heat as well, but he's always been the type to just bear it. Watching Teach be so fired up, so besieged by the heat, yet still getting stuff done? As soon as they're alone he's throwing her on her back and eating her out.

Nick and Lady:

Because Lady is in the first trimester of a high-risk pregnancy, Nick will take her crankiness as a sign to check the temperature and make sure their apartment/condo/penthouse (I haven't decided yet for them) is at a safe temperature for her and the baby.

If they have to go out in the heat, it'll be for a damn good reason because Nick isn't willing to put her at risk from the heat, even if she wasn't pregnant. If they're outside in the heat, Nick's in full-on security mode. No one's allowed to crowd. First sign of trouble, he's taking her inside a building. Doesn't matter if it's private property or not, she's getting time to cool down. He's even been carrying a bag (practice for carrying a diaper bag) with some supplies like water bottles and ice packs.

Steve and Hummingbird:

Because Hummingbird is in the last trimester of her pregnancy, there's only so much Steve can do when she starts getting grumpy. It's useless, and counterproductive, to point out that if she wasn't cooking and baking so much she wouldn't be so overheated and, therefore, cranky. Last time he brought that up, she kicked him out of the kitchen and told him to order out if he wanted dinner that night.

Instead, he's learned to gently, carefully, softly ask if she'd like to go for a dip in the pool. If he's worded it correctly, she'll jump at the opportunity as it's the one place in the world where she doesn't feel like a beached whale. Their pool is in a shaded area so it really helps her cool down. Enough so that she'll even let Steve hold her while they're lazing in the pool.

[weirdoldstans]

Oooo! Taking some inspiration from the 30s!Stan Twins anon!

When Stanley arrives at Ford’s cabin, he’s on his last 2 diapers, and the one he’s wearing now is not a dry one. He hopes his brother can make this quick so he can go down this town’s store, if they have one, and swipe a pack. Stanley doesn’t need diapers, not in the way some people do. He leaks a little, years of gut punches will mess up your bladder, but he’s not incontinent or anything. He mostly just enjoys the childish comfort, the nice feeling of the padding surround his hips and waist, how it covers his dick so nicely, the soft padding rubbing against him feeling so good. Plus, he can piss where he wants without worry of staining his seats or pants.

He figures he gonna have to wait awhile once Ford raves on and on about the dangers he’s gotten himself into as they go down the the last floor of this Mansions basement. Typical Ford, he has everything a person could want-money, food, a home-but he’s still so selfish. A 3 floor basement? That’s just excessive.

And maybe it’s the feeling of a soaked diaper, maybe it’s his lack of food and sleep, or maybe it’s Ford’s audacity to think Stanley would do anything for him after he ruined his life. Stan doesn’t know, he just explodes. He yells, Ford yells, they both yell and shove and push to get that stupid book. It goes until Ford kicks him-in his already messed up bladder mind you-and then all he feels is read of fire on his shoulder. The the vague warmth of a bladder full of urine being released in a too wet diaper. Fuck, he leaked and now his pants are going to be soaked. He can’t help himself, he starts sobbing, not from the pain and not from the leaking. But he sobs because he’s so scared that this. This one comfort of his is going to be ruined for him. Because if diapers are ruined for him, then hiss stuffy and blankie and paci are too. And he has only this one comfort, it keeps him sane and happy enough to not want to die all the time.

He can vaguely feel himself be lifted and walked over to the elevator, Ford murmuring something in his ears that he can’t pay attention to over his thoughts. He must lose track of time, because the next thing he’s aware of is him in the bathroom, Ford stripping off what remains of his jacket and shirt, carefully avoiding his burn, and going to pull down his jeans. That causes him to panic, but moving his arms causes shooting pain to hit him, he bends over the sinks and just breathes through the pain, more tears escaping his eyes. He feels Ford snuck down his pants and pause. Great, his brother already hates him, what’s one more mail in the coffin? Stan’s a freak, but not the acceptable kind of freak, the gross kind that even the elephant man would make fun of.

“Oh Stanley,” he finally registers, looking up at Ford’s face for the first time since the fight. He doesn’t look disgusted at him, underneath his eye bags and pale face, he looks upset? Sorry? Is he being pitied? Fuck no, he won’t accept pity from Ford. But he can’t bring himself to say that to Ford, he barely utter more than distressed moans and whimpers.

“D-do you have anymore? With you?” Ford hesitantly asks, hands hovering. No matter much shame fills Stanley, how much his brother may hate him and be disgusted by him, he still wants his comfort, his diapers and his teddy. Luckily, he brought his bag that has his comfort items in it, needing the presence of them to help his nerves when seeing Ford for the first time in a decade.

“Front door, m’ red bag.” He manages weakly before hearing Ford rush off, leaving Stanley standing there, soaked diaper still on, but nothing else. He can’t tell how long it takes for Ford to get his bag, but he knows it’s longer than it should. Shit. He must be looking through it, he always was a snoop. He’s going to find his stuff, his special comfort stuff and then he’s going to be disgusted he’ll throw him out right into the snow, no shirt, no pants, just his burn and soaked diapers. He sniffles, tears brimming in his eyes, his mind feeling hazy, but he can’t let himself feel like that! He’s going to be kicked out! Again!

“Oh, Baby,” Stan startle as he feels a shaking hand wipes away his tears. He sees Ford, his expression not reading pity but, it looks soft? As soft as it can be when he’s exhausted and shaking from the massive amounts of caffeine in his body. Ford really should get some sleep. “You’re just a baby, Stanley, I should’ve known. You need your big brother to care for you?” He struggles to understand the weird glint in Ford’s eyes, is he that Bill guy now? No, his eyes aren’t yellow, they’re still the same blue as his. He wish his mind and mouth were working properly so he could speak and figure out Ford’s angle.

He comes back to his thoughts as he feels his brother slide off his dripping wet diaper and help him sit on the diaper Ford laid out on the bathroom floor. He gets stop from fully laying down, though. He looks at Ford, confused. This is how you’re supposed to do your diapers.

“Oh, Little One, this is why you need your big brother. If you lay down, you’ll hurt the burn on your shoulder, so you have to sit while I diaper you.” Oh, that makes sense. Ford could’ve said it without the condescending tone. He blushes a little as he looks down and sees an erection forming, using his left hand-his left shoulder isn’t burned-to cover it from Ford’s eyes.

“Hmmm, do you like this, Stanley? Being diapered?” Stan blushes even harder as Ford moves his hand away to reveal his hard cock. “You know, I’ve always wanted to do this to you. Maybe not exactly diapering, but to care for you as you rely solely on me. This is just an added bonus. You know, I didn’t really expect anything when I asked you to come here, but you continue to prove my expectations wrong.” Ford finished taping up the diaper, giving Stan’s hard cock a squeeze through the padding, before going around back and finally administering aid to his burn mark.

Stan’s mind goes fuzzy again, he’s sitting in his soft diaper, his cock aching but his body too tired to do anything about it. He can hear Ford talk, he can’t understand what he’s saying, but he knows he hates the tone of it. He lets Ford move his about as a long sweater-must be Ford’s is slipped on him. It doesn’t go past his hips, so his crinkling diaper is in full display to his brother, but Stan can see the tenting in his pants from his position on the floor. Ford helps him up from the floor and shoves his paci in his mouth and blankie and stuffy in his hands. Stan blinks slowly as he brings his teddy up to his face to rub against it, slowly sucking on the paci as Ford leads him to a room and sits down, bringing Stan to sit on his lap.

“Now, I think it’s bedtime for you, Stanley. But we can’t let you go to bed with your big boy cock distracting you, hmm? You’ll be frotting against the couch cushions all night, just like when we were children. Come on, hump against me, right here,” Ford brings Stanley’s diapered crotch to bump against his own, both able to feel each others hard-ons. Stanley shudders at the feeling, clutching his blankie and teddy closer to hip as his hips begin to move against his big brothers. “That’s a good boy, rub against me harder. There we are, fuck. You feel so good, Little One.” Ford brings his hands down from Stan’s hips to slip his finger tips under the legs of the diaper. He grasps Stan’s ass cheeks and pulls them apart as he makes Stan hump him faster. Stan’s breathing picked up and he sucks at his pacifier faster, he can feel his ass clench as his cheeks are pulled apart. He whines as he feels himself get closer and closer.

“C’mon, you’re almost there Stanley. Be a good boy for me and make cummies in your diaper.” Stan whimpers and moans as he does exactly that. Feeling his balls clench and he cums the hardest he has since his first erection. He pants as Ford moves him to kneels in the floor, pulling his paci out of his mouth and replacing it with his own cock. Stan sucks it just as he did his pacifier, he sucks until he can feel Ford cums in the back of his throat. He pants against his big brothers thigh, feeling worn out and tired.

“Alright, it’s bed time now. I’ll have to lay you on your front to relieve pressure from your burn and to keep your bandage from coming undone. But,” Ford says as he gathers Stan off the floor and lays him on the couch, tucking his teddy his him arms and grabbing his blanket to cover him with, “no rubbing yourself on the cushions. You’re only to do that with me present and my permission, understand?” Stan can barely understand him through his exhaustion, so he just nods sleepily as Ford tucks the Blanket around him and shoves the pacifier in his mouth.

“Good. Now sleep, I’ll be down in the basement. I’m locking the door, it locks from the inside, so nothing can come to get you from outside.” Ford stares at Stanley, an intense look in his tired eyes. “I’m going to make sure nothing bad will ever bother us, not here. Not now that you’re my Baby. Good night, Stanley.” With that, Ford leaves, locking the door before it closes. Stan would wonder what he has talking about, but he was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open. Sound and light fading away and he falls asleep.

OUGHHH WOW

this is a very fun dynamic!! neither of them has forgiven the other, ford still loves his brother Intensely but he’s also Fucking Nuts right now, stan just wants love and comfort…wrow

thank you for this!!

[moon-huny]

Feel Your Power - ScareActor!Buggy

CW: My content is not for anyone under 18. Minors DNI. cursing, p in v sex, afab reader, dom!Buggy, sub!Reader that type of dynamic at least

Word Count: 2.7K

Summary: Caleb and Blake throw a Halloween party at their place and a certain guest makes an appearance.

A/N: Ayo, this one is half the length of the original. But it is because I'll have a little epilogue published later on. I am still a bit eepy, but thank you all for your patience and understanding that this weekend was a much needed break from looking at a computer screen.

Happy Kinktober. Okay, that's all, enjoy.

Read Part One The Midnight Hour

“Come on, tell us more about him.”

“Yea, (Y/N), I want to hear every. single. detail.”

You, Lete and Marnie were curled up together on the couch at Caleb’s place – Marnie practically on Lete’s lap. The soft lights around the room reflected in shades of red, blue, green and orange. 

Though Blake and Caleb’s apartment wasn’t huge, they somehow managed to get quite a crowd packed into the small space. The two had been friends since diapers and you’re pretty sure they were third cousins … or shared a step mom … or some other miscellaneous familial thing that was hard to explain.

Marnie was Carrie this year. Her pretty pink slip dress was covered in blood as well as her forehead and neck. The tiara she wore was just a smidge too big and she’d had to readjust the sparkly headpiece all night yet refused to take it off since it would “ruin her look.”

Lete went with a classic Patrick Batemen costume. She had pulled her old school wired headphones down around her neck in the same place a little red tie hung. She wore a cute mini-skirt and suit-jacket combo with a clear raincoat covered in blood to complete the look.

You were a bit spooky last year in your Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas get up. This year, however, you’d decided to go full Halloween glam opting for the ever popular mermaid costume.

“I think he was just Caleb’s weird friend,” you said, brushing off the conversation. “He didn’t even give me his number or contact or name. I really can’t imagine we’d meet again much less … well you get it.”

This was not your first time talking about Buggy since the night of the haunt visit. You had rehashed the story over and over to Lete, Marnie and Blake after they asked where you’d gone on the way home and Caleb just had to open his mouth. 

Granted you only told the story in summary, but still your friends were so intrigued with the idea that some mystery man was on your mind 24/7.

“Why would you be so sure about that?” asked Marnie.

“Yea! Why not ask Caleb for his number or snap or something?” said Lete, exasperated with the fact you refused to make any moves when it came to a guy you were clearly obsessed over.

“Because, I am of the firm belief that when someone says ‘See ya next Halloween’ they aren’t exactly looking for a relationship.” You retort.

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to see him again, just that the idea of getting your hopes up for a guy in this economy was like putting all your chips on 23. You might spin the roulette wheel and win big or you might spend all your money gambling.

It was just then you felt a presence flop onto the empty space on the couch beside you.

“How you feeling tonight, sea queen?” said a very stupidly drunk Caleb dressed as the horror classic Ghostface. “Do you three know that Blake is in the kitchen right now absolutely cleaning house at beer pong? I lost *bur* so many times.”

Blake, dressed as a very glamorous Freddy Kruger, was in fact impeccable at most drinking games. Part of the reason why you and the two lovers decided that, unless you wanted to be face down on the floor, it was best to avoid Blake’s winning rampage until they got bored.

“We told you not to play with them Caleb,” said Lete.

“Hey, (Y/N),” said Caleb, hooking onto you like a backpack. “Trick or treat?”

“You smell like a bar, go eat something and drink a glass of water.” You replied. You were only slightly worried about your friend knowing full well that this was just how he was. A total flirt and a massive drinker.

“Answer my question, Little Mermaid,” he spoke into your ear. “Trick or Treat?”

You rolled your eyes, “I don’t know Caleb, treat?”

Expecting, at worst, a kiss on the cheek or, at best, another seltzer shoved into your hand you did not see it coming when he grabbed your head, rotated it 90 degrees to the left, and pointed out none other than the man who had haunted your dreams for the past week.

There he was plain as day on the other side of the room, only, he didn’t look like he had that night. He wasn’t even wearing a costume. No wonder you didn’t notice him.

Your eyes went wide and your deepest fears came true. He was a real, tangible person and he could potentially think you aren’t worth his time. All of your memories came flooding back to you. All of the super hot moments you shared in the moment began to color in your mind a deep shade of shame and embarrassment. You felt a hand reach over and touch your knee.

“Whatever you are thinking right now,” said Lete. “I need you to know you are the hottest person in the room.”

“Hey!” said Marnie.

“I’m in love with you, it doesn’t count,” Lete said back in an even tone.

“She’s right though, (Y/N) you look great and I am sure he’ll be happy to see you.” Marnie said, confidence in her girlfriend restored.

Eyes still wide in terror at the potential scenarios, he finally turned in your direction. You knew that had to have been your fault. Why is it that people can feel you looking at them? Getting up you swiftly ran into the kitchen.

Pushing past the tight knit cluster of bodies your eyes landed on Blake at the dinner table under soft green light.

“Yo! (Y/N)! Come watch me destroy these losers at this game,” They shouted to you.

If you hadn’t been on a mission to be anywhere but here, you would have called on Blake to stop bullying the other party goers. But these were different circumstances.

“Can I go up to your room for a bit?” you asked quietly so as not to draw attention to yourself while the other team set up their cups. 

Blake got a more serious tone, “yea dude of course. You good?”

“Yep. I’m fine, just need some quiet.”

“Okay, know where to go?”

“Yes, be down in a lil.”

And off you went, down the hall and toward the stairs. 

That is, until a certain someone had to get in your way.

“If you’re avoiding me that is totally okay just say the word and I’ll walk away and leave you alone. But parties aren’t really my thing and I came here tonight to see you so give me one sec?”

There were people all around you yelling over one another and in the small hallway. You really didn’t want to have to yell either. Plus, now that you had plotted a course for the quietness of Blake’s room you were hellbent on going there.

“Okay yea, come on.” You grabbed his wrist in your hand and pulled him up the stairs.

Reaching your friend's room and shutting the door, you turned around to see a somewhat flustered man behind you.

“You know I am more than happy to do whatever you want right now, but I kinda wanted to take a moment to talk beforehand if that’s okay?”

You were confused for a moment but when it all finally registered you let out a loud HA!

“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” you said. “No, I just got overwhelmed with the crowd.”

“Oh! So we aren’t fucking right now? Okay no, that’s cool.” He tried to play it off.

“It’s cool?” you questioned.

“Well I mean it would be cool if we were about to fuck. No, shit sorry I wanted to talk to you for a minute.”

Someone tell you why you were preparing for the worst.

“I wanted to say that what happened between us was ridiculously unprofessional. I am so sorry and I know we both had a good time – or at least I assume we both did �� I don’t want you to feel like I was out to take advantage of you. 

I mean I was cause you're incredibly hot and I would take advantage of you all night long if you let me but, shit okay, what I am trying to say is I hope I’m not some douchebag.”

You weren’t sure if you should take the apology or laugh. He seemed so genuine and it kinda melted your heartstrings a little. 

“You know,” you started. “I was a little worried you thought the same thing about me. I was super worried that you thought I was just using you for my own twisted sexual fantasy and that you never wanted to see me ever again.”

“Well I don’t want that,” he said. Genuine expression never leaving his face.

“Likewise.”

“So,” he made a few steps toward you, pinning you against the door with his body. “Why don’t you go ahead and tell me what you want.”

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Kneeling before him, you’d been working on sucking his gorgeous cock into your mouth for the last handful of minutes. He gripped your hair in his fist and softly guided you down and around him listening to your little moans and gasps for air every time he stalled himself at the back.

“That’s a good feeling baby. I like feeling your little throat constrict around me. Almost feels just as good as that pussy.”

In only a few moments after you exchanged words was he able to work you into a pliant obedient putty in the palm of his hand. You could feel yourself getting wetter with every one of his praises coupled with the mean little things he would do to your body.

His words caused you to moan around him which in turn made him buck up into your mouth to chase that vibration.

“God, princess you suck this dick like a fuckin champ.” He started to work into you faster chasing that high and feeling himself get closer to snapping.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Okay!” He pulled you off of him and looked down at your stunning eyes, glazed over with desire and more than a little confidence with how quickly he was about to bust.

“You’re dangerous.” He looked down at you wiggling your ass in the air on all fours while he held his heavy cock in his hand.

The little giggle you let out coupled with his hand lightly squeezing down around the base of his shaft made Buggy feel like he’d died and gone to heaven.

He climbed down onto the floor beside you leaning against the bed frame. Both of you decided that to use Blake’s room was fine, but to have sex on their bed was a whole nother level of ‘don't-go-there.’

“Get right up close to me, pretty girl.” he said into your ear.

He sat you in between his legs so you were in his lap and spread out for him. Your hair and makeup was still elaborately done while the only thing you were left wearing was a pair of aquamarine colored lace underwear.

Your head turned to look at him over your shoulder. His hand found its way under your chin and guided you to meet his lips. His kiss was just as you remembered it. Warm and gentle and it made you feel like you were walking on air.

But then it turned darker, as it always does with him – like sailing into a storm. His kiss grew hungry, he bit down on your lower lip and you’d be lying if you said your tongues fought for any sort of dominance. He was the one to win, to take.

As he kissed you, his hands came up to your chest. His fingers quickly found your nipples and made slow soft circles while he kissed you. The little motions that Buggy made on the raised flesh of your breasts was the exact kind of motion he knew would feel oh so good just a bit lower at a different little bud.

The movements he made sent socks of pleasure straight to where you needed him to touch the most. And yet, Buggy refused to move any lower, opting instead to launch a full assault on your tits. But, what’s the harm in begging?

“Please, daddy,” you whined out. “Can you rub my clit like this, please.”

You used the nickname he liked and spoke as directly as possible. That ought to get you some brownie points, right?

“You little slut,” he said between breaths as his lips continued to dance with your own in a teasing way. “You need to learn some patience. I bet you’ll feel really good if I make you wait longer.”

The plan backfired.

“Feel what you do to me?” He asked. his cock jumping against your back at every moan and keen your let out. “You make me so hard it’s painful. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that night. The way you cried out for me and all those nasty little thoughts you shared.”

He was beginning to turn you on past the point of no return. You tried to touch yourself for some relief, but Buggy had slapped your hand away. 

“Every night I’d dream about these tits and that tight little cunt. I’d have to pull on my cock every night just to have some peace.”

You wanted him to touch you, but all you could do while he played with you was rock your hips into the air and beg for more.

“Oh? Is baby feeling needy? You want daddy’s fingers in your pussy. You want me to rub your little clit till you come, s’at it?”

You nodded furiously, the feeling of his hard length pressing into your back made you picture all of the delicious ways he could stretch you out on it. 

“I want your cock now, please.” You could feel how sopping wet you were through your underwear.

At this point, Buggy was not inclined to say no. After edging himself in your mouth and now having you ask so sweetly for him to fuck you, there was no time to spare.

Turning around to straddle him, he hooked his finger around your lace panties and pulled his finger through your folds. He let out a groan at how wet you had gotten with just a little nipple play. It was like you’d never been touched before.

While he didnt take the time to stretch you out on his fingers – nor had he gotten you to cum yet – Buggy knew deep down that you were about to be so unbelievably tight. Sure, it might hurt you a little bit, but that feeling was about to be amazing.

You lowered yourself down onto him, but were met with some resistance. Even just the feeling of his tip nestled inside you made you want to push through the discomfort and just feel him already.

“You’re doing so good for me, my good girl, want you to cum on this cock and make this cock cum.”

His words were plenty to spur you on. Ignoring the stretch, you sunk down onto him and felt your eyes flutter shut.

“Yea, holy fuck, that feels so good baby. Can you feel that sweet cunt squeezing me?”

With that you started moving. Slowly up and down at first, but your confidence got the better of you and allowed for much deeper and faster movements.

Every stroke or so, he would whimper, whine, or let out some other form of gorgeous noise that would make you want more.

Soon you both began to approach your high. The string in your belly began to tighten until all of a sudden it snapped.

“Oh fuuucckk, yea yea that’s my girl. That’s my pretty girl. Good girls cum just like this, my girl cums just like this. Let me fuck you baby, I’m not done. You want daddy to finish don't you? You wanna feel my cum in you right?”

Completely dumb on his cock you just nod your head and allow him to finish inside of you. He cums with a growl and a deathgrip on your hips.

Epilogue Coming Soon

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[typicalopposite]

thank you @bidisasterevankinard for the tag! 🫶🫶 I have finally been getting some progress made on the next chapter of my Tommy Mpreg! So here’s the beginning of ch 9! 🫶

The last thing Tommy remembered before finally slipping off to sleep was Evan snapping a quick selfie of the four of them. Apparently he sent it to everyone and Tommy just looked so exhausted they all collectively decided everyone should go home for the night and return the next day to visit. Evan filled Tommy in on this the first time he woke up to one of the twins— Ro, that time— starting to fuss; Evan told him the plans as he secured his hold on Robby and handed Ro to Tommy. (Yes he was holding both, he said he couldn’t choose one.) After that, the rest of the night was spent getting next to no sleep, swapping the twins from Tommy to Evan and sometimes back again. Feedings, burping, diapers, and then just a moment of shut eye before one is up and ready to start the cycle again. It’s a lot to adjust to, but he doesn’t mind one bit! If Tommy is being honest, he has been falling in love with them from the moment his doctor handed him that paper with the positive results— he may have only thought it would be one baby, and he may have taken a moment to fully accept this unexpected reality… but he definitely felt it nonetheless. He didn’t know, however, how intense and fulfilling this love was going to be. It baffles him how these two tiny beings somehow make him suddenly feel whole; like he’s finally complete.  And tiny they definitely are! It’s a little terrifying, how they nearly fit in the palm of his big hands. Robby is the bigger of the two— bigger being just a few ounces over six pounds— and Ro is absolutely itty bitty at only five and a half.  Robby looks just like Evan; Ro is the spitting image of Tommy. Both have a head full of soft curls, but his are dark brown and hers are a dirty blonde.  Twenty fingers and twenty toes— Tommy has counted them multiple times just to pass the time through the night during feedings… and because they are just so cute. They are the tiniest embodiments of pure perfection and he is just so in love!

Throwing out a few no pressure tags incase yall have something yall want to tease as well! @30somethingautisticteacher @judymarch15 @nine-one-wanton @onthewaytosomewhere @sunnywithachanceofbi @herrmannhalsteadproduction & then @bucksxkinard and @somethingaboutfirefly because I know yall are following the fic 😂🫶