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beefrobeefcal · 6 months

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BB, I am on death's doorstep over this man's tummy in that visibly too-small tac vest. Look at it. LOOK AT THAT SQUISHY BELLY! 😭💀

So this got me thinking...what if Mouse comes across the tac vest one day while she and Frankie are in the middle of a decluttering weekend? She stashes it away for safekeeping with a mischievous smirk.

Later that night, after Frankie's had his fill of their favorite takeout, Mouse brings out the vest and asks him to try it on. "Please, Frankie Baby? I wanna see how it looks on you. 🥺"

Frankie looks reluctant...the vest was already on the snug side the last time he wore it in Colombia, and he's grown in more ways than one since that dark time. And Mouse? Well, Mouse KNOWS the vest isn't gonna fit. She's not even sure it's gonna close over his round belly...especially with all the indulging he did at dinner.

But sweet baby Frankie is not one to deny his Mouse anything. Right, BB??

Lovey - you know I got you!

HELL YEAH. YES. WE NEED TO SEE IT ON HIM. and we get out wish.

Smuttiest regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie one shot

The Catfish & The Mouse: Frankie Takes a Trip Down Memory Lane

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Summary: Mouse finds some old relics and Frankie puts on a show.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 3,722

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, weight talk, food talk, belly worship, bely rubs, size kink, unprotected p in the v sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy, kids!), v-fingering, dirty talk, the usual Frankie & Mouse shenanigans

Author's Notes: Thank you @thehalflifeofloveisforever - not only did you gift the amazing art of Frankie, you also stuck it out at the first beefro @ the Movies and listened to my unhinged thirsting for Frankie on screen. Thank you for being a Friendo and this one is for you!

And thanks to my lovely Beta Fish @neverwheremoonchild for doing what they do best 💜

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When you and Frankie moved in together, you’d rented a storage locker for all you stuff that didn’t quite fit in your first apartment. But even after moving into your house, neither of you really gave that storage locker much thought outside of grabbing the Christmas decorations each late fall and retiring them in January.

But you’d had enough of that monthly charge on your credit card getting a little higher over time and that was why you were now sitting on a box, sorting through your and Frankie’s separate histories. Frankie was at work, and you’d agreed to not dispose of his stuff – just to bring it home and let him deal with it - you’d managed to sift and sort through all of your boxes, filling up the back of the rented cube van. There was one thing left in the locker and it was a large, metal chest containing Frankie’s military gear.

He hadn’t hidden his past from you and had even shown you what he had in the chest when it was being stored. You opened it and pulled some of the clothing and gear out, smiling at how small it looked. The clothing and gear were from when Frankie was a much, much thinner man, easily less than half his current size. You then pulled an envelope out and opened it, revealing some pictures of Frankie with Santi, Will and Benny. Even though you knew it was him, it still didn’t feel real that the lanky, broad shouldered, baby face smiling in the photographs was now the big bellied, sweet, chubby Frankie that you loved so much.

A devious grin crossed your face as a thought entered your mind. The clothing and gear in the chest would have been bigger on you, but you were absolutely certain that Frankie would be hard pressed to even get the vest around his chest, let alone his belly…

*****

Frankie stood up from the table after devouring his dinner. His stomach was big and round, projecting out and side to side and he huffed as he stood to his full height with his back arched to accommodate the weight he’d packed into himself.

“You ate well…”, you cooed, patting his belly.

He’d been eating really well as of late, his tummy becoming more prominent. He also now needed bigger portions to get full, and you had been more than happy to oblige him. He’d told you last week that he’d had to size up his coveralls again, and when you asked him to bring home his old ones and show you, the sight of him standing before you with his empty belly and chubby love handles stopping the zipper from closing left you a whining mess, begging him to fuck you.

“Yeah… getting pretty big.”, he smiled back, slapping his belly. The dull thud noise it made from being so full was music to your ears. But it did give you pause.

He’d mentioned a few times how big he felt, how big he was getting, and you weren’t sure if this was still what he wanted. He never expressed frustration or discomfort, but there was an air of something in his comments.

“You still happy?”, you asked softly, your hand sliding down and rubbing his underbelly, feeling how heavy his tummy was. “Still happy with this belly?”

He looked at you, his hand finding yours, and nodded with a little bit of nervousness. “Yeah… think I’m where I wanna be… here… not any bigger though; it’s getting kinda hard working on big rigs when I’m just as… big.”, he chuckled at his last statement, then his voice went quiet. “Is that… okay?”

“Yeah, honey… totally fine.”, you smiled, standing on your tip toes and kissing him. “I love you and want you to be happy… and if that means this – “, you said giving his belly a squeeze. “- stays like this? I’m happy.”

He kissed you back sweetly and moved to the couch while you cleaned up after dinner.

*****

After the final pan was washed, dried and put away, you walked into the den to find Frankie laid back and snacking on some snack cakes that you didn’t even realize he’d grabbed enroute to the couch.

His eyes turned to you, and a bashful grin appeared on his face as he swallowed.

“Hey princess… just having a snack.”

You huffed a laugh and walked up to him, pressing a kiss to his forehead and rubbing his belly. Even as he was laid down, his tummy felt firm and full under a layer of softness, and it protruded up from his body.

He hummed in contentment as his hand interlaced his fingers with yours, pulling your hand to his mouth and kissing it.

He looked up at you and smiled. “I meant to ask: how’d you fare with the storage locker?“

“Oh, it’s done. I conquered that shit like a pro.” You gave him your best Rosie the Riveter pose.

“Hey! Good girl!” Frankie beamed up at you. “And my stuff?”

“All your stuff remained intact and it’s in the garage…”, you stated, then your voice dipped into a low, sultry tone as your fingers walked up his hefty tummy. “… except a few things I brought inside… for you to try… on.”

“Oh?” His eyebrows raised and he lowered the footrest. He huffed as he sat up and his belly pushed his thighs open, and he leaned forward, hands on his knees.

“What you got for me, princess?”

“Just stay there… I’ll be right back.”, you chirped as you skipped down the hallway to your bedroom.

When you emerged back in the den, Frankie looked up and his jaw dropped. There you were, in the black bra and pantie lingerie set he’d picked up for your last birthday, your platform heeled combat boots and his tactical vest.

“Oh fuck…”, Frankie groaned, reaching under his belly and palming his crotch. “You know what you’re doing, princess?”

“You like it?”, you tried your hand a pin up pose.

He held his hand out to you. “Come here, princess.”

You grinned wryly at him and took a step back.

He shook his head, keeping firm eye contact, and he growled, “No… don’t you dare. You wanna dress like a soldier, princess, you take orders like one.”

You eyed him again, gauging if it would be worth it for you to make him chase you. He narrowed his eyes at you, and leaned forward a bit further, like he was readying himself to get up.

“Don’t do it, princess. Get over here and fall in fucking line. Now.”

“Sir. Yes, sir.”, you purred as you walked towards him, swaying your hips, and took his hand.

Frankie smugly grinned and tugged you on him; you squeaked and hitched your knee on the arm rest and stood, straddling his thigh.

“Good girl…”, he crooned as his hand not holding yours reached between your legs and stroked your clothed folds, and you sucked in a breath.

“You look good in my vest, princess… it’s a little big on you, but you look fucking hot…”

“Want you to put it on… wanna see it on you… please Frankie…”, you whined, rocking your hips against his hand.

He huffed a chuckle and smiled. “Mouse baby, you’ve ensured I can’t fit into anything I wore last year, let alone shit I wore in the military.”

“I know… that’s the point.”, you panted, wrapping your hand around the wrist of the hand between your thighs. “Wanna see you try… wanna see all my hard work… please, Frankie baby.”

Frankie’s face slacked and he let out soft groan at your words and your palm coming down to the front of his full belly and firmly patting and caressing him.

“There were pictures in with your tac vest, Frankie… you were so skinny… but look at you now… you got big, baby… twice the man you used to be… eating well… getting big… getting round… making your belly heavy and full… look so good like this… but I gotta see it, baby… gotta see you get this vest on you…”

His hazy eyes looked at you as he panted slightly. He nodded dumbly, licked his lips, and hoarsely replied, “Yeah, princess… that what you want?”

You nod and grin mischievously. “Yeah, baby… wanna see you in this – “, you shimmied your chest to highlight the vest, “- so we can have a comparison.”

A smile crept across Frankie’s face; he gently pushed you back and hoisted himself off the couch and stood up. Even with the platform combat boots, he stood a head above you.

He hooked his fingers in the arm holes of the vest and pulled you towards him slowly.

“Looks like it might be a little small, princess.”, he grinned. “Anything you want me to try and get on with it?”

Your hand snakes down his front and you gently gripped his almost-hard cock through his jeans. “It’s laid out in the bedroom for you…”

You tugged his cock and he grunted. “Don’t tease… Gimme the vest, Mouse…”

You let go of him and undid the vest, removed it and handed it to him. He watched your every move and made a low whistle at you standing before him in nothing but your lace lingerie and boots.

He took one last look then walked down the hall to your bedroom.

*****

You sat on the couch, curled up in the corner where Frankie previously sat, playing on your phone while you waited for Frankie. You heard some grunting and swearing coming from your bedroom, and you looked up, trying to see down the hallway.

“You need help, honey?”, you called out.

“Close your eyes, princess!”, he called back.

You did as requested, and you heard the bedroom door open, then heard Frankie lumber down the hallway towards you.

You knew he stood in front of you, not only from his footsteps creaking the floor, but you also could hear the fabric he was wearing creaking and stretching over his body.

He was breathing heavier, like getting the clothing on was strenuous but you could hear his smile when he spoke next, his voice deep.

“Open your eyes, princess.”

The sight before you was everything you had hoped it would be. Frankie stood with his legs wide, as if standing at ease, his cargo khaki pants pulled up but tight on his thighs and undone, and his faded red t-shirt pulled tight across his chest and shoulders and unable to go down any further than that. His round, fully belly prominently sticking out, preventing both the shirt and pants from being able to meet and sit where intended. His old Standard Oil trucker hat was on his head with his aviator sunglasses on his face.

You noted the tac vest was not on him but hanging at his side. He saw you look at it and he sucked in a breath and held it up in one hand as his other slapped his belly.

“The vest ain’t gonna fit, princess… sorry baby… you fed me way too good.”, he chuckled as you got up from the couch and walked towards him.

“I’ll help.”, you cooed, taking the vest from him as you both had stupid grins on your faces.

You helped him get the over his head and one arm through, but getting the side done up was a struggle.

“Frankie… did this ever fit you?”, you giggled as you tried to tug the sides together.

“Well… ooof! … yeah… but the last time I tried when we moved in together, it was – hmph! – getting a bit tight…”, he grunted as he tried to suck in his belly to to avail, then he laughed, and his tummy bounced. “Look what you’ve done to me!”

Your giggles continued as you finally got one of the clips to close, right under his armpit.

“Hey! We got one!”, you chirped, and Frankie laughed.

“Jesus, it’s tight!”, he huffed out with a smile.

You stood back and took in all that was Frankie. “God dammit…”, you breathed as you looked over his big form. “Look fucking good, Morales…”

“I look like an overstuffed sausage shoved in a shrunken leather glove – “

“Don’t… baby, don’t do that…”, your hand cupped his cheek and turned his face to yours, and the other caressed his chubby waist. “You look like a man who’s served his country and is now enjoying life with a woman who loves every pound, every ounce of you.”

“Fuck, you’re good.”, he said with a lopsided grin. “I love you so much… I’m a lucky bastard.”

“I love you, too.”

He leaned down and kissed you, then pulled away with his eyes and smile wide.

“Take a picture! Mouse! Get your phone and take a picture!”, he excitedly said.

You giggled, grabbing your phone. Frankie posed as though nothing was amiss with his outfit and then you got an idea. You grabbed o w of the photograph of Frankie wearing the exact outfit he was in and gave it to him, giggling.

“Hold it up. I’ll get a ‘before and after’ picture!”

He looked at the photo then smiled and held it up, and you got a shot of him, twin smiles almost a decade apart.

The size difference shot a hot spike in your core, and you clenched your thighs. It didn’t go unnoticed by Frankie, and his smile slid into a devilish grin. He took your phone to have a look; you thought he was texting the photo to himself.

“You like what you see, princess?” He began moving towards you. “Like seeing how big you got me?”

“Yeah… baby, yeah, I do.”, you almost panted, nodding as he stood less than a foot from you.

“Tell me how it makes you feel to see me like this- “, he grabs your hand pushes it against his belly, shaking it and making you feel the weight of him, “- to know this is all your handiwork.”

You let out a breathy whimper from your parted, pouted lips.

“Tell me, princess, how it feels to know you’re making me outgrow all my clothes so fast.”

“Frankie…”, you whimpered in a whisper, realizing he was backing you slowly towards the couch.

“Yeah, princess? You wanna tell me how much you like knowing how much bigger I am than you? That why you keep me well fed?”

The back of your knees hit the couch and you fell back with a squeak and Frankie stood over you between your parted knees. He reached under his arm and undid the vest, pulling it off and tossing it to the side.

He bent down and slid his hand between your thighs, pushing your lace thing to the side and feeling how slick you were.

“So fucking wet for me… my kinky baby… my princess gets wet from getting me fat.”, he smugly cooed. He kept eye contact with you as you breathed in and opened your mouth, eyes trying not to roll back. You could feel your cunt gushing again with the way he spoke to and looked at you.

“And my princess likes being called out for making me big… I can feel you getting wetter… pretty little pussy’s just fluttering and clenching on nothing but the hope this fat guy’s gonna fuck you stupid, huh?”

Your eyes widened and before you could respond, he pushed two thick fingers into your core. You gasped and grabbed his arm as his other hand played on the headrest of the couch beside your head.

“Fuck, Mouse… so fucking wet… baby, so tight… love this pussy… love my pussy… so fucking warm and wet…”, he murmured as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. The sounds coming from your mouth and count were like music to him; your whimpers, gasps and cries juxtaposed to the wet, slick and obscene sounds he was pulling from your core.

“Frankie! … please… please baby… please I need… I want you on me… wanna – fuck! – wanna feel how heavy you are… please… please fuck me!”

He smiled and kept fucking you with his fingers. “Princess, you're so sneaky. You've got everybody fooled."

You looked up at him, panting and confused. "What...what do you mean, Frankie?"

“People take one look at me and assume I'm a greedy, fat guy. But YOU'RE the greedy one, baby.”, he growled, circling his thumb on your clit, increasing the speed of his fingers. “You can't get enough of this belly, can you? Never gonna get your fill? You fucking love it when people ask you what you're feeding me. You think you do a good job of hiding it, but I know, Princess. I know."

Words failed you as the coil in your lower belly snapped and you came hard on his fingers, a wet patch now on the couch under you.

“Good girl…”, he groaned as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. “I could tell everyone I got fat on your sweet pussy, and they’d believe me.”

He grinned and leaned down, catching your lips in a fevered kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue and your arms wrapped around his neck, and moaned into his mouth, “Please, Frankie…”

He pulled back and you both tugged and pulled at the too-tight khakis and his boxers to free his aching cock. You then removed your panties, and he pushed you to lay across the couch as you frantically kissed one another. He sat up on his knees and gripped your knee, pulling your hips towards him, and he lined himself up with you and pushed in, leaning over you. Both of you let out a gasp as his hand found yours and interlaced, and you assumed Frankie was going to make love to you.

You couldn’t have been more wrong. What you didn’t realize was how riled up Frankie really was at your confirmation that you loved what you’d done to him. You’d made him bigger, softer, heavier, bulkier – and you loved him even more for it. The idea that he, at his size and in too small clothing, made you that wet and needy… it flipped a switch in his brain and put him on auto pilot; set him on a dangerous crash trajectory to fucking you hard and fast into the couch.

He let go of your hand and when you tried to sit up to catch his mouth in a kiss, he pulled your hips towards him harshly. You fell back and he snapped his hips into yours, forcing low grunts from him and panting whines from you. He put his whole weight into his harsh thrusts, making each time his cock impaled you sting – but you didn’t care right now, he felt so good.

“Can’t even see where I’m fucking you… made me so big… can’t see your tight pussy sucking me in… but fuck… I can feel it…you like having a fat guy fuck you, princess?... that’s why you’re so fucking wet…”

You cried out as he picked up the pace and intensity. He planted a foot on the floor, giving him more power to his already heavy thrusts and causing your body to rub into the coarse fabric of the couch. You could feel the friction making your back warm, and you knew you’d feel it afterwards – but you didn’t care right now; he felt so good.

“Fr-Frankie!... baby… keep – fuck!... keep going… don’t stop… look s-so good… so big… so fucking big!”

“Yeah?... that’s why your pussy’s holding on so hard… fuck… feels so good, Mouse… look so beautiful, baby… fucking small under me…”, he grunted, feeling your cunt start to spasm, knowing you were close. He released one of your knees, brought his thumb to his mouth and coated it in his spit, then brought it to your swollen clit and rubbed circles. “Come on, princess… come for me… come on… lemme feel it…”

Your body reacted quickly, and you came hard, back arched, his name peeling from your throat.

“That’s it… good girl… good…fucking…girl!”, Frankie groaned, his own release building quickly. His thrusts fell out of rhythm and as your body started to come down, he found his end. Pounding into you in a few quick thrusts, he came, and you could feel his hot spend filling you up and seeping out of you on to the couch.

Normally, you would have stay connected for a little while longer, but Frankie’s exertion in combination with the added weight he carried with his big dinner left him needing to sit down. When he pulled out of you, you let out a soft whimper and reached for him.

“I know, princess… I know… I’m sorry… I gotta sit down…”, he panted, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it before sitting back heavily in his spot at the end of the couch. He placed his hand on your ankle and rubbed gently.

You sat up, now keenly aware of the mess under you, and crawled to his side, snuggling in. You rubbed his belly gently; he was still feeling quite full, and you knew he needed to let it settle.

The faded red t-shirt was still pulled tight across his chest, and you slipped your finger under the rolled up hem, feeling almost no give.

“How did you manage to get this on?”, you asked quietly with a smile.

Frankie wiped his forehead and chuckled. “It wasn’t easy… and I can’t imagine getting it off will be either.”

Your phone vibrated, alerting you to a text, and then a few more in rapid succession. You sat up, scanning the room and finally found your phone on the floor next to the couch. Picking it up, you unlocked it and saw your group chat with Benny, Santi, Frankie, Hannah and Will was busy reacting to something. You scrolled up in the chat and saw that Frankie had sent the comparison picture of him holding his old photo to the group from your phone.

“Frankie!”, you gasped, and he laughed beside you, reading the comments.

“Holy fuck Fish!😲😂” - Santi “Yeah… I guess Mouse is a good cook 🤣 ” - Hannah "Breaking news! Relationship weight gain is not a myth!” - Benny “MOUSE. WFT.” - Will

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strangerthingsn · 3 months

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Bruised

Part 5

summary: You live in your car or a hotel, you sell your body to men for money, but got accidentally pregnant by the only one Alan Munson(Eddies dad). He was in jail before, for the same thing he did to you. But lucky he has a son who cares and helps you out.

Warings: 18+ (all parts), throwing up, birth, blood, emotional people

You’re leaning above the toilet throwing up the food that you ate this evening. Eddie is holding your hair and rubs your back. It was already two months ago when Eddie and you ate by bennys burgers and did the baby shopping. Your morning sickness got worser but you loved to feel the little one kicking sometimes. Besides you just needed a couple weeks before giving birth.

“Just a couple weeks to go baby, I know it’s simple saying that for me but you’ll survive it sweetheart” Eddie kisses your shoulder.

“t-towel” you throw up again and Eddie turns around to get a towel from the counter.

“hire” Eddie gives it. “You’re feeling good again.?”

“a little”

“Ill put a bucket next to your bed, yeah?” Eddie kisses your head and grabs one.

“thanks” you wipe off your mouth and you walk into the kitchen.

“You okay kid?” Wayne had walked in behind you and looks worried.

“oh shit, did I wake you up?” You look at him.

“no its fine, just wanted to be sure you’re okay”

“I’m alright, thanks” you grab a cup and you fill it with water.

“Okay, try get some sleep yeah?” Wayne grabs the door handle of his room again.

“I will, good night” you wave.

“Good night” he smiles quickly and disappears in his room. You drink the water and you up the cup down after, then you walk back into the bedroom and Eddie is already laying down. You smile turning the light off and you lay down next to him.

“You seen the bucket?” Eddie looks at you with his brown doe eyes.

“yes” you nod kissing his nose.

“If you’re getting sick you wake me up, yes?”

“You don’t have t-“

“yes?” He interrupts.

“okay okay” you smile, hes so sweet and takes such good care of you all the time. You cuddle up to him and you fall asleep again.

—the next day—

“Can I?” You smile gently putting the beer down you got for Eddie.

“Yeah sure” Eddie nods.

“I mean… maybe you should put this sentence hire and this one hire…” you draw lines on the paper Eddie is trying to write a new song on. You’re with the band in Jeffs garage with all the instruments. That’s were they always practice.

“Yeah that will work I guess”Eddie looks at the paper.

“Ey I think I’ve got something you guys” Gareth brights up.

“let us hear it” Jeff looks at him.

“alright” Gareth grabs his drumsticks and starts playing in a rhythm, it sounded good. After Gareth played it he looks back at you all.

“Yeah that will totally work with the thing I wrote” Grand says.

“go play it together” you smile.

“yes Lets do that” Gareth nods. Eddie suddenly grabs your hips and pulls you towards him on his lap. You look at him trying to get up.

“I’m heavy” you sigh as Eddie pulls you down again. In meanwhile the other boys started playing together.

“you’re heavier then you way months ago but that’s totally obvious with this beauty in your belly” Eddie lays his hand on your belly.

“fine” you lay your hand on his. You notice Eddie started drinking and smoking more, you assume he’s worried about you and the baby.

“but you need to sleep, I’ll tell the boys to be silent when we go upstairs, yeah?” Eddie gives a kiss on your cheek.

“okay” you nod getting up with a little bit help from Eddie.

“guys y/n is gonna sleep” Eddie says loudly so they stop playing.

“good night!” Gareth smiles laying his drumsticks down.

“Sleep well, also for you” Jeff looks down at your belly.

“bye” grand smiles. Eddie kisses your hand and you wave at them all.

“see you in the morning guys” you walk out and into Jeffs house, his mom was home but she said he could have a sleep over, she was really nice.

“I got you something, most of the stuff is not used and I bought it for you” she gives your a box full of baby toys and clothes. “I just wanted to do something nice”

“for me?” You smile exited.

“for your baby actually” she winks.

“Right” you chuckle. “Thank you so much” you go through the stuff, finding multiple outfits, toys, pacifiers and other stuff.

“no problem darling, just let it stand hire on the kitchen and we’ll put it in Eddies van tomorrow.

“Thank you” you say again.

“No problem, Don’t worry about throwing up or something everything can in the washing machine” she smiles.

“the floor can’t”

“but I can clean it up, you know what I mean” she winks.

“Okay okay”

“And if you’re tired of the guys you can always sleep in my room” you nod and walk upstairs.

“good night miss”

“good night sweetheart” she waves with a smile. You were so lucky you met such nice people, you were so happy about Mary, your coworkers and the boys.

After brushing your teeth you lay down on a mattress on the ground in Jeff’s room with your pyjamas on. You hear the boys still play and you tied to fall asleep.

—around 3 am—

You wake up from some cramps and the feeling you needed to pee. You open your eyes and get up to see everyone sleeping except for Eddie. You probably woke him up.

“sorry” you whisper. “I need to pee”

“It’s okay” Eddie whispers back. You walk out of the room and into the bathroom.

. “Hey Eddie?” Gareth looks at him.

“oh you’re awake too?” Eddie looks at him back.

“yeah, is y/n okay?” He whispered.

“Yeah I think so” Eddie sits up placing his hand in a wet spot. “What the-“

“what’s wrong?”

“it’s wet hire” Eddie looks down.

“Did she pee or-..” Gareth says after realizing it in the same time as Eddie.

“fuck her water broke” Eddie gets up as fast as possible. Gareth follows him and they both rush into the bathroom seeing you already pushing.

“E-Eddie …p-please help…” you are all sweaty and out of breath.

“O my god, why didn’t you call for us?” Eddie sits down next to you immediately holding your hand.

“should I call a ambulance? Or wake Jeff’s mom up?” Gareth asks in panic.

“Both!!!” Eddie looked so scared. Gareth nods and walks out of the bathroom. Eddie looks back at you and lift your head up and lays your head on his lap.

“it’s gonna be okay sweetheart” Eddie was drunk and high but still acting fine, he got kinda used to all the weed.

“Help Eddie…” you whisper.

“just keep pushing baby” he was definitely trying to stay calm but that didn’t last long…

“Eddie? Gareth? Where are y-“ Jeff walks the bathroom in. “HOLY SHIT”

“I KNOW. WHAT DO I DO?” Eddie couldn’t hold it anymore. “What do I need to do baby?” Eddie looks down at you.

“UH, I DONT KNOW!! I GET MY CAR” Jeff runs out of the bathroom and bumbs into his mom.

“no Jeff you can’t drive her now, she’s already giving birth” She walks into the bathroom. “Give a towel Gareth” Gareth walks into the bathroom and grabs a towel.

“two?” He grabs them.

“Uh.. yes” She takes it from Gareth.

“What can I do miss.?” Eddie looks at his mom.

“You just let her break your hand” She smiles.

“that’s pretty boring, can’t I do something other then that?” Eddie looks at you.

“shut up.” You snap between the breaths. Eddie was definitely surprised by your reaction and nods after swallowing.

“Jeff grab a scissor make sure it’s good cleaned” His mom ordered.

“okay” He grabs a scissor and washes it with water.

“no dude do it with.. like-..” Gareth grabs a bottle “this, you don’t wanna have bacteria on it”

“right.”

“What the hell is happening..” Grand looks at you all, he slept the most of Yall.

“Y/n is giving birth, uh.. can you wait downstairs for the doctor?” Gareth looks at him.

“Yes, okay” Grand walks out again.

“okay, tell me if this isn’t cold anymore Eddie” Gareth lays a soaked cold towel over you and that felt so good.

“no Gareth leave her” Eddies hand is grabbing the towel but you slam his hand away.

“see, she likes it” Gareth smiles.

“Almost, just keep pushing sweetie”his mom says.

“IM TRYING!” You snap again.

“Ouch” Eddie pulls his hand away.

“EDDIE” you grab his hand again.

“SORRY” He looks panicked. This situation was crazy.

“WHERE IS THE FUCKING DOCTOR” Jeff panicks. You were kinda in your own world and forgot everything, the only thing you knew is you need to keep pushing.

You wake up from your thoughts from a loud crying sound.

“I’ve got him, you did a great job sweetheart” You were just laying on the ground still processing what just happened.

“Eddie you can cut the navelcord.” She smiles. Eddie nods and lifts your head gently up and lays it on a towel instead of his lap. “Scissors Jeff”

“hire” everyone was silent the only thing you could hear was the crying sounds of your newborn. Jeff gives the scissors and Eddie cuts it carefully.

“I-i…” Eddie starts crying having the baby in his arms.

“Awh” Jeff his mom rubs Eddie back.

“hire” Eddie whispers giving you your son carefully.

“a boy” you whisper.

“Yes..” Eddie nods wiping his tears. But when you bursted out in tears he couldn’t hold his own anymore.

“uh… congratulations guys” Jeff says still confused and looks at the baby.

“Thanks” Eddie sobs out and looks at him.

“let’s give them a minute alone boys.” Gareth, Jeff and his mom get up leaving the room in silence.

“He’s gorgeous” Eddie kisses your head and rubs your back. You sit up and get comfortable.

“I know..” you sob.

“I can’t wait to see his eyes” Eddie smiles while crying. You don’t know why but the little boy stopped crying, he probably fell asleep.

“He’s lazy” you chuckle a little with the tears in your eyes.

“He’s got that from you” Eddie chuckles too.

“he’s got your dads dark curls” you smile.

“you don’t like that.?”

“I like it, you have them too” you look up at Eddie, he wipes your tears away and kisses your nose.

“I was so fucking scared” Eddie starts crying again.

“me too” you nod. “But we survived it, because of Jeff’s mom, if she wasn’t home I wouldn’t have survived I guess, with you dumb guys skipping school and biology” you roll your eyes.

“Gareth doesn’t skip biology tho” Eddie smiles.

“I noticed, he was the only one who atleast knew about the scissors and he stayed calm” you both look at the door open.

“hire” Jeff’s mom gives some diapers.

“Thank you” you smile taking them. When she walks out you put the diapers on.

“Fuck. We need a name..”

“fuck.” You look at him with big eyes.

“That’s not a problem, what was the name you told me last week?”

“Elias.?”

“yes, that one, I like that one” Eddie smiles looking at the little baby. You look at Eddie noticing he was looking at your son.

“you wanna hold him again?”

“please” he nods and You give Eddie the newborn carefully.

“fuck, he’s really a combination between my dad and you… I wish he looked more like you”

“he’s perfect Eds” you lay your head on his shoulder.

“he has my dads curls”

“makes him look like you too” you whisper, the vibe was still very emotional and special.

—40 minutes later—

“your kid is very healthy luckily” the doctor smiles.

“Thank you miss” you sigh with relief. When the doctor came she helped you with pushing some other shit out. Also she gave you some help with feeding and you learned if he don’t burb after he’ll throw up. Now Elias is sleeping in his ‘dads’ arms.

“Please let us know if you think something is wrong” you nod and with that Jeff’s mom walks her back to the front door. You were exhausted right now.

“I wanna sleep” you sob. You’re laying in the room of Jeff’s mom, it’s 5 pm and she told you she wasn’t sleepy anymore.

“that’s fine, is it okay if i take Elias with me to the boys.?” Eddie sits next to you.

“yes but do not be too loud, let him sleep”

“I will baby, if he wakes up I’ll just come over and gelty wake you up to feed him” he kisses your forehead.

“thank you for everything today Eddie” you give him a kiss on his cheek.

“yeah ofcourse babe, i love you” Eddir waves and walks out.

Eddie walks into Jeff’s room with the boys waiting impatiently.

“okay you’ve gotta be really silent and careful guys but… meet Elias.” Eddie sits down on one of the mattresses. The rest sit around them.

“What color eyes does he have?” Gareth looks at Elias.

“we don’t know yet” Eddie looks at him too.

“His hands a feed are adorable Eddie” Grand holds one of his little hand, he didn’t expect the baby to grab his finger.

“Yeah now he gots you” Eddie chuckles.

“his strong, Jesus” Grand smiles.

“how is y/n doing” Jeff asks.

“she’s fine, just really tired.”

“and they are both healthy?” Gareth smiles.

“mhm” Eddie nods.

“Should I get the box from downstairs and should we dress him? I mean its February, not that warm”

“Yeah that’s a good idea Grant” Eddie looks at him getting up.

“alright I’ll get it” He walks out and the rest are still watching the little one.

“Hes also pretty much identical to you Eddie” Jeff smiles.

“y/n kinda said that too” Eddie chuckles softly. “You wanna hold him?”

“can I?” Jeff looks with big eyes.

“sure be just really careful” Jeff nods and Eddie hands him the baby carefully.

“he’s so tiny actually”

“yeah he is born 16 days early” Eddie shrugged his shoulders.

“How did that happen?”

“probably just happened, they don’t know” Eddie looks at the baby.

—3 hours later—

“baby, your son is hungry” Eddie shakes you gently. You wake up and rub your eyes. Eddie holds your crying son in his arms.

“Oh” you sit up and take the straps of your top down, you already ha don bra on so it was easy.

“also, his eyes opened” Eddie gently hand him to you.

“grey” you smile. Elias immediately starts drinking and looks at you with his teary eyes.

“I changed his diaper already by the way”

“you’re my hero, thank you Eddie” you kiss his cheek.

“I didn’t call Wayne cause he will rush over to hire, let’s just surprise him when he comes home” Eddie plays with your hair.

“okay” you nod. “You gave him clothes?” You smile looking at the onesie and little socks.

“he had a pyjama on” Eddie smiles.

“I see, suits him”

“he’s adorable, the boys love him”

“how could they not” you take his little tiny hand. “Go sleep Eds”

“you sure? What about Elias?”

“I’ll keep him with me” you look at him.

“Really?”

“really Eddie.” You kiss his nose “go sleep”

“thanks sweetheart” he gets up and walks out waving. You wave a little back as much as possible. When Eddie is gone you make some place next to you. You take away the blanket and pillow on the other side so Elias could lay there safely.

“you slept by daddy huh?” You talk to him silently.

“you’re a gorgeous little man” you stroke his hair. He has your grey eyes, Alan his hair and probably lips cause he has the same as Eddie. He was just adorable. You should call Mary tomorrow, and also your coworkers. Maybe you can invite them if Wayne and Eddie are okay with that.

After a little while Elias finished drinking, you let him burb and when he did you lay him next to you. He was already sleeping so that was pretty simple.

“hey” Jeff’s mom walks in.

“hi” you smile.

“tired?” She chuckled.

“is that so obvious?” You joke.

“just a little” she smiles. “I just wanna say I’m going to work, I’ll see you around and don’t forget to take your rest”

“I won’t forget, good luck at your work” you smile back.

“bye bye”

“bye!” You wave while she walks out. You lay back down and it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep too.

Sorry this part is short and I made it quickly. Thanks for you patience 🙏

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#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #mom!reader

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God reader who is a wolfwalker (don’t know if you’ve seen it but if not it is so good I recommend watching it) let’s keep this at soft au for now

So they usually hide their body before setting off as a wolf and I like to think that they spend a lot of time with Razor and his pack. One day their body is found and taken back to a comfortable spot while they’re off probably causing chaos. I hc that Razor and his pack along with Andrius and rift hounds are giant puppies when they’re not doing anything so Reader just wants to be a giant puppy too.

So one time they decided to run around Mondstadt while barking like crazy just because and giving everyone a big scare. That’s how they found out that the creator was in Teyvat.

Wherever Reader goes they have a huge pack of wolves and people can sometimes tell where Reader is or where they were seen last because at night you can hear wolves howling, which is reader and their pack.

I’m also gonna say that Reader developed a puppy crush on Diluc thanks to his lone wolf behavior so the fist time Diluc saw their wolf form it just ran up to him (giving him a heart attack) tackled him and started sniffing and licking him and following him around like a puppy. Readers body was actually close by the time they wanted to wake up and be human again so they did just that while Diluc watched this big wolf become like a spirit and fly into his god’s body. They get a little blushy around him too

They also appeared to Bennet with their pack. Benny was hurt so they healed him and he thought it was the coolest thing ever, even though he was scared of the wolves for a bit. So then Reader picked him up and took him back to their den

They stalked Albedo all the way to his lab in Dragonspine (in human form and the pack basically follows them) and when asked why the big puppers start barking and losing it so they say “because the wolves want belly rubs and they like you…I also want belly rubs please 🥺”

Once readers pack were all scattered about in Liyue. They were being bad and breaking stuff, usually the fatui camps. They even chewed up some of the equipment and weapons so when Childe complained about it, not knowing those are Reader’s wolves raising hell, they go “ooooo 😬 I’m sorry let me get those” and then he’s confused so they howl really loud into the air and then dozens of wolves come from every direction. So he’s shocked and Reader’s counting them all so none are missing and then they scold them like “what did I tell you about messing with humans I know you wanted snacks and pets but stop chewing on things you’re all not pups anymore go home and go to sleep”

Jesus this is so long I’m so sorry

I like this idea! I mean, it's pretty close to the all-shape-shifting thingy that I've mentioned a few times (and yes, I love that stuff), so I don't think it's that far out of possibility.

Anyway, I noticed that you haven't mentioned my baby Razor! That boy, and, of course, Andrius, will notice that that strange creature is different. It looks like a wolf, but acts in a strange manner, and its aura is different! The great wolf will immediately recognize them and welcome them into their pack, not to mention that they will bond with Razor because they are now Lupical!

By the way, I like the possibility of Reader being just a person that likes to have fun but still has a little control over their power, so there's going to be someone that comes and makes them stop.

#genshin impact #genshn sagau #sagau #razor #god!reader

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We Are (A) Family 🩷

Chapter 5: No Contest 🩷

Kelly is offered a prestigious investigator position.

Stella was now 20 weeks along in her pregnancy. Everything was going along smoothly. Now, in her second trimester. Morning sickness had mostly subsided. She had become more increasingly tired. But it was all worth it. She felt her belly growing, sometimes it felt it was growing daily. Stella had settled into running the firehouse. Desk work. Assisting Boden with anything he needed. She never anticipated not going on calls. Being the bad ass firefighter and lieutenant she has become. But it was all worth it. She missed the action. However, was much more excited at the future and holding their baby in her arms in a few months. She stayed at the firehouse with Kelly when he was on overnights. Hating being at home alone. Having her 51 family around her.

Kelly was contently leading squad. Was completely at peace knowing Stella and their baby were safe. They had a upcoming ultrasound appointment. They had decided to find out if they were having a daughter or son. Stella, especially was anxious to know. As he returned from a call and always went straight into the bullpen to find his wife. As he made his way, his phone was dinging. Seeing a text from Vanmeter. “I have something important to discuss, come down to headquarters as soon as possible” Kelly thinking ‘what now’. Kelly had taken a step back from arson investigating. Concentrating on Squad. Being at the firehouse where his wife and unborn child was. He sometimes found himself missing investigating. But after the rough patch Stella and him went through regarding arson investigating, he took a step back. He would always choose Stella. The love of his life. He would NEVER allow himself to turn into Benny. He was still willing to help out locally with arson cases. But his focus remained with Squad. After their rocky period. They both made a promise to one another. To always be honest and communicate even if the conversations would be hard to have. As he made his way over to his wife. “Hey there, beautiful. How are you? Both of you?” Giving Stella’s belly a rub which he did every chance he got. “We are good. Tired. And your baby thinks my stomach is a punching bag. Kicking me at every turn” chuckling Stella.

“Hey. So I got a text from Vanmeter. He wants to discuss something important. He has asked me come down to his office. Maybe about a case?”

Stella immediately feeling uneasy. She fully trusted Kelly would always come home to her now. But still knowing Kelly’s passion for investigating. Also, her hormones were running rampid. Was hard to not feel nervous.

“Ok. Well you should probably go see what he wants”

Kelly observing the half smile. He knew his wife. He knows what they went through. Bringing her immediately into a tight hug.

“Stella. Baby. Remember what I said. I will always come home to you. To the both of you. “ softly whispering into her ear.

“ I know, Kelly. It’s ok. Go. I will see you when you get back”

Kelly asking Cruz to cover for him for a hour. Made his way to headquarters. Knocking on Van Meters office door. “Come in”

“Hi Severide”

“Van Meter. What’s this about?”

“I have some exciting news. A investigator position has opened up and you have been personally requested for the position. You made quite a impression, especially on the last case in Arizona.”

“First of all, I’m very flattered. Would this position require travel?”

“Yes. Some.”

“I’m gonna have to decline”

“Severide. This is not something you turn down. At least take some time and think about it”

“Look. I appreciate being thought of. And it’s very flattering being thought of but my answer is NO. Stella is pregnant. I will not be away from her. Miss out on being with her and my child. I will always have a passion for arson investigating. And I am so thankful for the opportunities with the cases I have worked on but my priorities have changed. Im concentrating on Squad. Staying in Chicago. It’s simple. Choosing between travelling, working on cases and Stella. It’s NO CONTEST. I will always choose her. Our family. I took that for granted in the past and I won’t make that mistake again”

“Final decision? No wiggle room?”

“Final decision. Thank you for all the opportunities and support. I will be happy to occasionally help on cases locally but that is the best I can do”

Kelly standing and making his way out of HQ. Not feeling any regret. Feeling nothing but pride. He was putting his family first. Something Benny never did. He would never become him. Stella and their baby was more important to him than any career opportunity. He has waited his whole life to find the love of his life. To find that person he would always come home to. To have a family. He would never take that for granted ever again.

Kelly arrived back at 51. Making his way into the bullpen. As his wife was working on some paperwork A wave of emotion came over him. Thinking he had never seen a sight more beautiful.

Stella looking up at her adoring husband. “Hey babe. How was the meeting?” asking nervously. “Take a break. Come lay with me for a few minutes. Please” pleading Kelly.

“Kelly. Your kinda scaring me”

“Everything is ok. I promise.”

As they laid together. Entangled with one another.

“Kelly. What’s going on?”

“So. Vanmeter offered me a investigator position. I had been requested”

“Oh…That’s great” tears forming in her eyes. ‘These damn hormones’ thinking Stella.

“Stella. Baby. I said NO”

“WHAT?” Wow. I didn’t see that coming”

“Are you serious Stel? I will always choose you and our family. I know in the recent past. I let that get away from me. When I came back from Arizona that decision was made. When I imagined a world where there was even a chance of losing you. That was a serious reality check. You are my dream. This baby is my dream. Not some career. I will always choose you and our family”

“Wow. Kelly. I am literally the luckiest woman in the world”

Kelly, once again rubbing circles over her stomach. Turning to face Stella, cupping her face. Staring with those piercing, blue Severide eyes.

“No. Sweetheart. I am the lucky one”

#chicago fire #stellaride #kelly severide #stella kidd #tom vanmeter #reassurance #comfort #marriage #fluff #communication #idiots in love #hurt stella kidd #worried kelly severide #realization #life changes #guilt #pregnancy #family #sacrifices

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sweetsugaryimagines · 3 years

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Fallout: New Vegas Headcanons I have

(Keep in mind I have the Benny Returns Mod so this also includes our favorite Ben-man :] )

Benny and Veronica are the chaotic dumbass duo and are close as bi/lesbian solidarity. People have also mistaken them for siblings for how they act and honestly it’s not too far off the mark at this point since they practically adopted each other as such.

And on that note, Benny and Boone are close friends, though it didn’t start off like that. The Courier kept them from killing each other on sight when they wiped Caesar’s camp. Well, more like Boone from killing Benny. They slowly got to know each other over time, and it went from resentment, to cautious acquaintances, to decent friends, to close. Boone keeps Benny from making rash decisions in the heat of the moment and Benny helps Boone loosen up a little. Yes, it surprised the both of them too.

Lily and Raul are good friends, especially since they’re both the oldest in the group. It’s not uncommon to see them in the recreation room chatting over warm brahmin milk about stories from before their transformations.

Cass is Arcade’s wingman when they hang out. She sets him up on dates for him, much to his chagrin. He does appreciate the help though, since he’s the more introverted of the two.

Cass also did that for Veronica until the Courier came back with Christine one day. She takes the two out for drinks and when they get into deep conversation, sneaks away so the two can have their peace.

Boone would rather die than admit it, but he enjoys being part of the close little family the Courier has made over time. Everyone has been so kind and patient with him, and even surprised him on his birthday. He actually started crying when the cake was brought out.

Arcade, Raul, and Benny often have hour long talks about technology and how they could make it better. Originally it was just the first two until Benny brought up how he made Yes-Man when they were talking about how the Securitrons were programmed. Suddenly he had an audience and boy did he ramble. Together, the three have also collectively disassembled and reassembled the radio in the rec room about 7 times. They’ve got it to where it can gather radio signals from areas outside the wasteland so they could have something other than just jazz and country.

Everyone loves Rex. The little man is full on spoiled, given treats and pets and belly rubs all the time.

ED-E is also just as spoiled, often being held like a baby (though that’s mostly from Lily) and while he can’t eat, he’s set out a plate on the table to make him feel included which makes him the happiest lil robot in the Mojave Wasteland.

#Fallout: New Vegas #FNV #Benny Gecko #Craig Boone #Arcade Israel Gannon #Rose of Sharon Cassidy #Lily Bowen #Veronica Santangelo #Raul Alfonso Tejada #ED-E #Rex #Christine Royce

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Day 2: “No, no no, get away from those presents!” - Benny Miller

A/N: This was requested by @oldstuffnewstuff who was one of the first people to even ask about a Taglist and I appreciate and love them! Here is a short story about our favorite lovable golden retriever.

Pairing: Benny Miller x F! Pregnant! Reader

Warning: 18 + pregnancy mentions but it’s pretty fluffy

Taglist: @oldstuffnewstuff @yespolkadotkitty @heythere-mel @justanotherblonde23 @artsymaddie Also tagging @itspdameronthings because it’s Triple Frontier

My Masterlist

12 Days of Christmas Writing Challenge Masterlist

Delta Force. The Elite force of the United States Army had taught your husband many skills. The ability to hunt, kill, plan, and stealth. Everything Benjamin Miller had learned during his service to his country was to become the best soldier he could be. In his civilian life he still used many of these skills. He was quickly rising in the ranks to become an incredible MMA fighter, and spent most of the days training.

When he first met you he used his impressive skill set. Coming into your work everyday and flirting shamelessly. His skills of being a hunter coming into play as he charmed his way into your heart. Falling in love quickly with the loveable golden retriever that is now your husband. When you found out you were pregnant with twins six months ago he pulled out his planner skill set. Enlisting the help of his brother and brothers in arms to set up your home to be ready for twins. Assembling cribs, painting the nursery, and making it safe.

But now all of those skills are being used against you. Christmas. What is supposed to be the happiest time of the year is now a battle. Three o’clock in the morning and his side of the bed is still warm only recently vacated and you sigh before grabbing your robe and going down the stairs. You stop about halfway down and put your hands on your hips. Benny is sitting in front of the Christmas Tree, the floor littered with presents sent from family and friends for the holidays.

He lifts the box up to shake and you shout, “No, no, no, get away from those presents!” He quickly drops the box and holds up his hands turning to you with a guilty look on his face.

“Babe….I was just...uh…” you scoff shaking your head.

“Are you seriously going to try to talk your way out of this one?” This was the third night this week you had caught your husband in front of the glowing tree and shaking the boxes. You walk down the rest of the stairs and over to the couch lowering yourself down gently. Being six months pregnant with twins your belly was already double the size and you groaned as your back ached.

Benny crawls on his knees over to you and puts his head in your lap gazing up at you, smiling. He moves forward and places a gentle kiss on your swollen belly and you run your fingers through his dirty blonde locks. “What am I going to do when I have three children?” you mutter and he laughs.

“Ha-ha Mrs. Miller,” he teases, “you don’t have to worry about a thing with the twins. I will be right beside you the whole time, fifty-fifty remember?”

“Says the grown man who is downstairs, shaking Christmas presents!” You let out a chuckle at his pout.

“Are you really worried about me helping you with the babies?” he asks seriously.

You put your hands on his cheeks gently, and tilt his head up so he is looking at you. “Why would I be worried? You are the greatest husband, fighter, and soldier. All of that training you’ve done is just getting you ready for your most important mission yet, fatherhood. And there is no one else I would rather go into battle with than you.”

He smiles that adorable crooked one that you fell in love with and puts his head back into your lap rubbing over your tummy and talking to the twins. “You hear that boys? Your daddy is here to take care of you. I’m going to teach you so many things. Like how to hunt, shoot, respect, and love.”

You smile and close your eyes leaning your head back against the couch as he babbles to your babies gently scratching your belly. You feel your body slump lower as you relax and begin drifting off to sleep. Benny’s voice drops to a whisper, “And one day daddy will teach you how to sneak down the stairs and shake all the presents to guess what they are…”

You open one eye and peer down at him, “Benjamin…”

“Just kidding mommy,” he laughs gently and you smile closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep. Dreams of your babies and Benny next Christmas bring a smile to your face.

#Benny Miller #Benny Miller x Female Reader #Benny Miller x reader #Triple Frontier #garret hedlund

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 3 years

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The Wait

Warnings: This chapter deals with pregnancy! I’ve CW’d them for that in the tags!! If you need me to add any additional tags, please let me know. I’m not a doctor and have never been pregnant. Just, you know. Disclaimer.

Summary: Thing is, you think you’re able to keep it quiet from the guys for a while.

You don’t tell the guys the good news at first. Thing is, because you don’t tell them, they notice some stuff about you. Stuff like the fact that you’re getting up to pee… More often than usual. You just pass it off as drinking a lot of water - hydrating way more, it’s been a goal of yours, anyway. They let that go.

But then there is also that time Connors gets a tuna fish sub with extra mustard and relish and you nearly throw up in the middle of the bullpen. You manage to make it to the bathroom before getting sick. Borracho meets you in the hall with a bottle of water, a pack of gum and a kiss on the forehead. You take a walk around the block to get the smell out of your nose. When you get back to the office, all of the windows are wide open. You know it’s Borracho’s doing, but the guys are all ribbing Connors for bringing in the smelliest sandwich imaginable. With this distraction you manage to meet Borracho’s eye and mouth, I love you, without anyone noticing. --

The two of you have some stuff to figure out - moving into a new place is your first priority. Your current apartment just doesn’t have enough room for a baby. The two of you have been looking at a few places, have gone to a couple of open houses, but nothing has seemed like a good fit. Borracho, unsurprisingly, wants to move somewhere closer to his family. You do see the appeal - more people in close range to help with the baby. And you do love the Magalons. But you also… Kinda like having your space. And maybe that’s a little selfish of you, especially considering how much you know they’re going to offer to help you two with the baby. After your first prenatal doctor appointment, the two of you go looking at a few places. The two of you have mostly been looking at two-bedroom apartments. You see one or two that you kind of like, but the two of you agree that what you saw was not what you were looking for. You stop to grab a bite to eat - you’re getting sleepy (you’re so tired these days, but Nadia tells you that that’s normal - so does Megan… And Isobel… And Regina, and your mother), and Borracho didn’t eat before the two of you left the apartment that morning. The two of you cuddle up on the same side of a booth at a diner, and you don’t even care that you look like the kind of couple that you used to make fun of. You’re too comfortable, tucked into Borracho’s side. You’re half-asleep (“Resting my eyes, I swear,” You mumble when he accuses you of being completely asleep), and he’s scrolling through more apartment listings on his phone while you wait for your food. “Food’s here, sweetness,” He murmurs, and you vaguely register the light thunk of plates being set on the table. “You want another cup of coffee?” The waitress asks, “You look like you could use it.” And she’s right, you’d love one, but you need to start cutting back on the caffeine, so you give her a smile and ask for more water instead. “Our baby better appreciate my caffeine withdrawals,” You sigh, scrubbing at your eyes. Borracho chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “They will. Hey-- Gabriel sent me a listing. You up for checking out one more when we’re done here?” You consider it for a moment as you pick up your spoon and push your oatmeal around to help it cool a bit. If Gabriel sent it, it’ll probably be quite close to the Magalons. And frankly, right now what you really want to do is go home and curl up on the couch. But you might feel better after you’ve got some food in you. So you nod. “I could go for one more.” -- It’s a condo, not an apartment. It’s got plenty of light; the bedrooms are right across the hall from one another; there’s only one bathroom, but you think you could live with that; the kitchen is much more open than the kitchen you have now. It’s a twenty minute drive to the nearest Magalon home; they’re not right on top of you and you don’t feel underfoot. “What do you think?” Borracho asks as the two of you leave. “... I really love it, but I didn’t wanna say it while we were in there. What do you think?” “I think… We should look at the listing online again and then maybe go to the bank. See what we can do about a loan.” You grin. “I would so be doing a little excited jump but I feel like if I jump right one, I am going to throw up.” “I’ve got the gum.”

-- Thing is, you think you’re able to keep it quiet from the guys for a while. You don’t intend to at first, really, you don’t, but they do catch on to some things - like the fact that you’re not drinking when the group of you go out for drinks after work. You just pass it off as being the designated driver for the two of you, and the guys rib Borracho, telling him to let you have some fun once in a while. You’re able to hide the slowly growing bump under your jackets and shirts and dresses. Nick officially finds out first - you schedule a meeting with him to discuss maternity leave during your fourth month. He has a straight face for a few moments before he nods and congratulates you. “Thanks,” You smile, “Who won the bet?” “Connors.” “Motherfucker, every time.” The guys won’t tell you how much the bet was for, though - they won’t even tell Borracho, which is new, and weird. But the two of you shrug it off, and the guys insist on taking the two of you out that night, and make a show of buying you rounds of seltzer.

-- “Do you want to know the sex?” You turn away from the ultrasound to look at Borracho. The two of you have been asking each other that all week. “We’ll get a bunch of yellow stuff if we don’t,” You’d pointed out, “Do we want a bunch of yellow baby stuff? Or people will buy a ton of stuff one color or the other and then be like, ‘well gosh, now you can’t use it’ if it’s the other sex-- Even though we’ll use it anyway-- Am I overthinking this?” You’d asked, looking up at him from where you were cuddled back against his chest on the couch in your new condo. He’d looked down at you, brows raised. “You are, but it’s hilarious, so, please, keep going.”

“Do you wanna know?” You ask him now, because if there’s a time to stop the technician from telling you, it’s this moment. And Borracho glances from the ultrasound to you before he shakes his head a little. “Do you?” He asks. You smile and shake your head. “We’ll wait,” You say, turning to look at the technician again.

“I love this green!” Nadia’s squealed declaration is ear-piercing, but you’re glad she approves of it. You laugh a little, watching her look around the room. You and Borracho painted the room a couple of days ago. The two of you had settled on a sage green color - not too in-your-face, but something that would be warm and welcoming. Borracho and Gabriel are out getting some of the furniture for the nursery now - the bassinet, the rocking chair, the combination changing table-dresser. Nadia’s dropped her kids off with Isobel to come over and help you guys start building some of the furniture. “You’re getting a rug?” “A small area one, yeah. Grey,” You nod. “How’s everything been?” Nadia asks, watching you lower yourself to lean against the windowsill. “Oh, it’s been…” Nadia gives you a knowing look, cutting off the, ‘being pregnant is great’ spiel you usually give the guys at work when they ask (because as sweet as it is for them to ask, they don’t really want to know). You sigh. “I’m constipated and my boobs are getting bigger.” Nadia nods, reaching out and patting your cheek. “Welcome to the club, honey.”

“Stop scratching.” “I’m not scratching.” “I saw you scratching, sweetness,” Borracho chuckles, “I’ll get the salve, get on the bed.” You don’t bicker with him. He’s been a saint - giving you a hand up to stretch when you have leg cramps, helping around the apartment more when you’re tired - and rubbing salve when your stretching belly is itchy. You lean back on the bed and pull your sleep shirt up. You sigh, giving your growing baby bump a rub. “Not scratching, huh?” Borracho teases, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you, “I see irritation.” “It’s itchy,” You whine. Borracho lets out a sympathetic hum before he leans down, pressing a kiss to your belly. You smile, watching him sit up and open the jar of salve. His sisters all swore by it - and they’d been right. It smells good, helps soothe the itch, and is a life saver. Borracho scoops out a small amount and begins to rub it in. You sigh, resting your head back against the pillows. “We still have to narrow down names,” You remind him. He hums, nodding, and you reach out to the notepad you keep on the bedside table. “Don’t drop that on your face again,” He teases as he reaches into the jar again. “You made me laugh last time, so that’s still your fault,” You argue, but you’re giggling. You flip it open, finding your list. “Mmm… Start with boy names?” You offer. “Sure, sweetness,” Borracho murmurs. “So we’ve got… Liam… Santiago… Xavier… and Giovanni.” “I don’t like Giovanni,” Borracho says, “I don't like the nickname ‘Gio’.” “Well someone’s name doesn’t necessarily dictate their nickname, Borracho,” You tease, “But I’m fine to take that one off of the list… I don’t think I like Liam so much anymore.” “Really?” “Mm. Liam Magalon. They kinda run together. LiammmMagalon.” Borracho chuckles, closing the jar of solve. “Liam’s out, then.” You reach out to the bedside table and grab the pen, crossing off Liam and Giovanni as Borracho stands up to put away the salve. “So that leaves us with...Santiago or Xavier.” “What about girls?” You turn the page. “Mmmm… Malia… Faye… and Xiomara.” “I like Malia,” Borracho flops onto the bed beside you. “Yeah?” You raise a brow, looking over at him. He nods a little. “Malia Magalon… Lia for short. Be cute.” “It would be cute,” You smile. Borracho watches you for a moment before he leans up, kissing you gently. You lower the notepad and cup his cheek, humming quietly. “Agreed, then?” He murmurs. You nod. “Malia if it’s a girl,” You murmur. “If it’s a boy?” He asks against your lips. “We’ll figure that out later,” You drop the notepad on the bedside table, reaching out to catch hold of his shirt with your other hand.

You have two baby showers. You expect one, but not the other. They’re both sort of surprises in their own way.

The first one is more traditional. It’s at Regina’s house - your friends, Borracho’s sisters, and your family are there. Borracho knows before you do that it’ll be happening. If you’re honest, you kind of suspect it. He’s on his phone all morning - you see his mom’s name, his sister’s names popping up. You don’t look too closely at the messages, but you’re suspicious when he mentions swinging by his mom’s to pick up a couple of things and asks you to tag along. He knows that the jig is up when you come out of the bedroom in a photo-ready outfit. “... Was I obvious?” He asks. “No, babe. I just know how Magalons do surprises now,” You tease, before pecking his lips, “Let’s go.” --

The second one you do not expect at all.

Nick asks you to drop a file to someone on another floor.

There’s a moment where you think, ‘Can you ask someone that isn’t seven months pregnant?’, but you take it and go. The elevator takes a stupidly long time both ways. By the time you make it back, your desk has been decorated, the guys are all standing around it, and there’s a banner hanging from the fluorescent lights that says, ‘Surprise!’

Tears fill your eyes and you cover your mouth with one hand and wave at your eyes with the other.

“She’s crying! Pay up!” Nick yells.

Borracho runs his hand over his face before directing his gaze at the ceiling.

Once you’ve calmed down, you sit at your desk and the guys give you a few gifts for the baby. Henderson passes out cupcakes (you eat yours and Borracho’s).

“You guys find out if it’s a boy or a girl?”

“Nope. We’re flyin’ blind,” Borracho says, rubbing his hand between your shoulder blades.

“How much money is riding on it being a boy?” You ask, peeling the wrapper off of the second cupcake. The guys look between each other and you tip your head to the side.

“C’mon, if you tell me you’re not betting on it, I am so calling bullshit. Do you know?” You turn to Borracho, but he shakes his head, “Not a clue, sweetness.”

“We’re gonna let it be a surprise. You’ll see,” Nick waves it off.

“Settle down, tiny,” You grumble, looking down at your stomach, “You’ve gotta let mama sleep.”

“Kicking again?” Borracho asks.

“We’re having a soccer player,” You tell him as he comes over to the bed, “Or a can-can dancer.”

“Maybe they’ll do both, why are you trying to limit our baby?” Borracho teases you. You chuckle.

“Maybe they will-- Or maybe they hated that idea,” You wince at a particularly hard kick.

Borracho lays down on his stomach beside you and leans closer to your belly.

“No more kicking your mama, little one,” He murmurs, “We talked about this.”

You raise a brow, peering down at him from where you propped up on a small mountain of pillows.

“Did you?” You ask. He hums, nodding and rubbing a hand over your belly.

“When exactly did you have this talk?” You add, “I feel like I would’ve remembered this.”

“You were napping at the time, sweetness. This was a dad and baby talk.”

You bite your lip, fighting a wide smile.

“Do you have these talks often?”

“Sometimes.”

You reach out, running your fingers through Borracho’s hair.

“...Are you excited?” You ask. You feel like you haven’t asked since… Well, since you told Borracho that you were pregnant. He nods, looking up at you,

“A little nervous,” He admits, “But… Yeah, I’m excited. Are you?”

“Mhm. Not just because I won’t be getting kicked… from the inside, but… I wanna meet our kid.”

Borracho chuckles and sits up, placing his hands on either side of your head and bracing himself as he leans in for a kiss. You smile, reaching up and cupping his cheeks.

“... Well, thank you for the dad and baby talk. Tiny listened to you,” You glance down at your stomach.

“Mm,” Borracho lowers his head and presses a kiss to your neck, “Anytime, sweetness.”

Borracho’s at work when it happens.

You try not to panic.

You just take a deep breath and pick up your phone and call Nadia and say as calmly as you possibly can that your water broke and you need someone to drive you to the hospital. She doesn’t exactly… Answer, at first? She kinda screams - an excited one, but it doesn’t exactly calm you down.

You call Borracho after Nadia tells you that she’ll drop the kids off with Regina and be right over.

“Hey, sweetness. I just followed up with the witness Nick tracked down--”

“My water broke, Benny.”

“...Is this a drill?”

“I know that class we took recommended drills, but I was so not into that idea, it seemed alarmist.”

“Fuck-- Okay, I can--”

“It’s okay, Nadia’s on her way to get me. Just meet us at the hospital.”

“The bag’s--”

“Next to the door, I know, Benny.”

“Are you okay?”

You let out a shaky little laugh because you’re a little freaked out right now.

“It’s gonna be alright, sweetness,” He adds gently, “You sure you don’t want me to come and get you?”

“It’s alright, Nadia’s closer. I’ll see you at the hospital.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you, too, sweetness.”

“She’s so small.”

“...Can’t tell if that’s you or the drugs talking, sweetness.”

“Shush. I’m just… I am just saying… She’s frickin’ tiny.”

“Babies usually are.”

“Stop ruining this for me.”

Borracho chuckles, pushing your hair back from your forehead and pressing a kiss to your forehead before resting his forehead against yours. The two of you peer down at your sleeping daughter together, quiet for a few moments.

“Malia Rose Magalon,” You murmur. It’s the first time you’ve said her name aloud.

“...Lia’s got a very tiny nose,” Borracho mumbles.

You’re quiet for a moment before you glance up at him.

“Literally what was I just saying about her being small?”

When the guys come by to see you in the hospital, they have a gift bag with them.

“Guys, what even?” You nod to it.

“Well, you know those bets we had on… Whether or not you were pregnant, boy or girl, that kinda thing…” Henderson lists.

“Uh huh,” You nod.

“Here,” Nick sets the bag on the bed. Borracho carefully lifts Malia out of your arms, shushing her as she whines. You reach into the bag, pushing aside the tissue paper.

“We agreed that the pool money could all go to a… Better cause than usual,” Connors rubs at the back of his neck. You pull out a jar that’s filled with cash, labeled, ‘College Fund’.

“Figured we’d get you guys started,” Zapata adds, tucking his hands into his pockets.

There’s a moment of quiet in the room before Nick laughs, “She’s crying, pay up!”

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glassbxttless · 3 years

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Clyde Logan x Reader

Part Three

Summary: just Clyde being a dad (:

Word Count: 1,196

The same letter board that held Benjamin’s name four years ago now reads,

Andrew James Logan

Due in February

Clyde had the same stupidly huge smile on his face for this announcement photo that he did in Ben’s. But this time, he held his little buddy on his hip, flesh arm wrapped around him as they both held the letter Board. Hair was peeking out from under Clyde’s hat along with the tips of his ears.

Two years of trying for this one, two years paid off for you two to be having another perfect little boy. You felt impossibly more round than you did before, at only twenty weeks. Clyde sat Benjamin down after you’d taken their photo and placed his hand on your belly. He loved feeling your belly.

“Mama.” Ben patted your thigh gently. “There’s a baby?” You just ruffled his hair and nodded.

“Mhm, there’s a baby.” Your grin was ear to ear as Clyde began to pick up the toys Ben had left out on the floor of the trailer.

“How do you get the baby?” He asks curiously. You rolled your eyes and smiled, that’s a question for your daddy, sweet cheeks.

At week 38, You felt so impossibly big that you couldn’t even bend down to do simple tasks anymore. But Clyde was picking up the slack you left. When Ben’s toys were scattered through the living room floor of the trailer— he was the one running along and coaxing Ben to pick up.

Clyde was even insisting you stay in bed, he’d take care of you, the house, his job, and Benjamin. You knew his heart was in it. But could see how quickly it was going to wear him down. “Just let me help, Clyde. I can make dinner.” You laughed, placing a hand on your lower back as you stretched a bit. You felt like you were bigger now than you were with Benjamin.

Clyde smiles as he places his hands on your tummy, his thumb rubbing a soothing circle as you turn your head to check on where Ben was. “Honeybee, I can take care of us. More than capable.

“I know you’re capable.” You say to him, a hand over his as he continues the soothing circles. “But I’m also capable. This pregnancy has been amazing. Fit as a fidd— Ben!” You reach out to grab the collar of Benjamin’s shirt to keep him from running face first into the countertop.

“Let him play, honey. He’s a growin’ boy.” Clyde says softly and fixes the collar of Ben’s shirt for him. “Run on and play. Don’t scare your mama.” He whispers, giving him a pat on the back as Benjamin throws a thumbs up and runs into his bedroom.

“Can’t keep putting off fixing Ben’s room around for Andy.” You say as you move to pull the thawed chicken from the fridge and seasonings to cook with. “Need to put the crib up.”

“Honeybee, stop worryin’ that pretty lil head.” Clyde mumbles as he lifts Benjamin up, holding him on his hip with his flesh arm around him. “Papa bear’s got it. Huh Benny?”

“Daddy got it.” He nods as Clyde sits him in his chair.

“I’m not worrying really. He could be here any day now and we haven’t set up anything yet.” You smile at him. “Literally any day.”

Clyde rolled his eyes as you three ate together, Andrew kicking your rib and causing some major heartburn as you went.

At week 40, you two woke up on the morning of the 14th. The day you’d scheduled your next c-section. Sadie had come by to watch Benjamin. You made sure to tell her he had to eat his dinner and no juice after seven. That he could play outside as long as he took a bath— and you two were off.

After being prepped for your surgery, Clyde was holding your hand the entire time. Which might’ve been different from Benjamin’s birth. He didn’t stand to watch this time, just whispered each and every thing that was happening, wishing you realized just how perfect what you’re doing was.

When they cleared his lungs, the two of you heard a small cry. It’s little Andrew.

When you brought Andy home, you set Benjamin on the couch and Andrew in his lap. Clyde sat beside them, supporting Andy’s head with a smile. Your three boys.

Your heart was so full. You didn’t ever wanna let this moment go. But soon Andy and Ben would be out running around and playing. Maybe they’d get Clyde out there with them. Teaching them to shoot cans and to be gentlemen. But right now you got to see all three of your boys sitting there in front of you.

When it came time for bedtime, you bathed Ben and Andy together; got them into their pjs, and Clyde helped you get them to bed. He tucked Benjamin in as he laid Andrew into his crib. After their bedtime story, and shutting their light off, you two crawled into your own bed.

“Our first night with them both was successful.” You say as Clyde reads from his book. Clyde only hums in response. He loved them both more than anything, maybe more than he loved you. His kids would come first as long as he lived and you didn’t mind. Your kids came first to you too. No matter how much you loved Clyde.

When Andrew was two and Benjamin was six, Clyde decided to sit them both down after a particularly long day shift at the Duck Tape and an unusual amount of misbehaving for you on your kids part. “Now your mama tells me you two’ve been causing trouble.”

Andrew gives Clyde his biggest smile and reaches out for him, “daddy! be good.” He says softly.

Clyde smiles and puts his hands down. “You were not good today. Neither was your brother.” You watched them from where you were cooking, Clyde just talked and talked about them needing to behave when he was gone.

“Now go give your mama a hug and say you’re sorry.” He gives them both a kiss on the head as they stand and he sighs, sitting down himself to relax for a moment. His boys were his biggest accomplishment— maybe besides you. and he wanted to mold them into fine young men.

You hug both of your boys, kissing their cheeks and opening the front door to the trailer. “Go on out and play, boys. Don’t leave the yard.

“Daddy says we—”

“I said don’t leave the yard.” You say a little more stern as the boys run out to play. You pour a glass of sweet tea and bring it over to Clyde, sitting on his lap as he takes the glass. “They’ve been saying all day you and Jimmy promised to take them fishing.”

“Mm, we did.” Clyde takes a few drinks and closes his eyes. “Friday, maybe.”

You smile, tucking back a strand of his hair. Your life with him couldn’t possibly get any better than it was. “Clyde?”

“Hm, honey bee?”

“You ready to be a daddy again?”

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glassbxttles · 3 years

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Clyde Logan x Reader Summary: Just some bits from my brain of Clyde being a dad of two little boys. Word Count: 1,196

The same letter board that held Benjamin’s name four years ago now reads,

Andrew James Logan Due in February <3

“Mama.” Ben patted your thigh gently. “There’s a baby?” You just ruffled his hair and nodded.

“Mhm, there’s a baby.” Your grin was ear to ear as Clyde began to pick up the toys Ben had left out on the floor of the trailer.

“How do you get the baby?” He asks curiously. You rolled your eyes and smiled, that’s a question for your daddy, sweet cheeks.

Clyde smiles as he places his hands on your tummy, his thumb rubbing a soothing circle as you turn your head to check on where Ben was. “Honeybee, I can take care of us. More than capable.”

“Can’t keep putting off fixing Ben’s room around for Andy.” You say as you move to pull the thawed chicken from the fridge and seasonings to cook with. “Need to put the crib up.”

“Honeybee, stop worryin’ that pretty lil head.” Clyde mumbles as he lifts Benjamin up, holding him on his hip with his flesh arm around him. “Papa bear’s got it. Huh Benny?”

“Daddy got it.” He nods as Clyde sits him in his chair.

“I’m not worrying really. He could be here any day now and we haven’t set up anything yet.” You smile at him. “Literally any day.”

Clyde rolled his eyes as you three ate together, Andrew kicking your rib and causing some major heartburn as you went.

When they cleared his lungs, the two of you heard a small cry. It’s little Andrew.

When you brought Andy home, you set Benjamin on the couch and Andrew in his lap. Clyde sat beside them, supporting Andy’s head with a smile. Your three boys.

When Andrew was two and Benjamin was six, Clyde decided to sit them both down after a particularly long day shift at Duck Tape and an unusual amount of misbehaving for you on your kids part. “Now your mama tells me you two’ve been causing trouble.”

Andrew gives Clyde his biggest smile and reaches out for him, “daddy! be good.” He says softly.

You hug both of your boys, kissing their cheeks and opening the front door to the trailer. “Go on out and play, boys. Don’t leave the yard.”

“Daddy says we—”

“Mm, we did.” Clyde takes a few drinks and closes his eyes. “Friday, maybe.”

You smile, tucking back a strand of his hair. Your life with him couldn’t possibly get any better than it was. “Clyde?”

“Hm, honey bee?”

“You ready to be a daddy again?”

|| part one || part two || part three || part four ||

#dad!clyde #clyde logan #clyde logan x reader #clyde x honey bee #honey bee x clyde logan #youre honey bee btw #dad clyde makes my heart soft #clyde needs more love

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phoenixhalliwell · 4 years

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Do You Want to Know A Secret?

Pairings: Frankie 'Catfish' Morales X Gender Neutral Reader

Word count: 3100

Author's Note: Good Evening all, Welcome to my first ever fic! So if you somehow stumble upon this, I hope you enjoy it and if you don't please be gentle with me :P I tried to write this as inclusive as possible ( I've given them a nickname to keep myself right when writing) so I hope I've done a good enough job of it. Also I hope you don’t mind that I’ve tagged you guys in this.

@catfishingmorales @cinewhore @wickedfrsgrl @abuttoncalledsmalls

Frankie happens to meet the younger miller sibling at a party and drama ensues.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Frankie tightens his grip on the steering wheel of his truck and tries to keep himself calm. The loud music from the party drifts in through the window, causing him to sigh.

'It's just party, it's a safe place. Your brothers are inside. Just go in, have a drink, show face and if it gets too much get the fuck out of dodge.' He repeats the mantra over and over again. So caught up in his thoughts, he doesn't see movement out of the corner of his eye.

BANG

"MOTHERFUCKER" Frankie nearly launches himself through the front window at the sudden interruption. Heart racing, he turns to the source of the noise, only to see Santiago giggling with his face pressed up against the door.

"I swear to God Pope, one of these days I'm going to end you!" he growls, quickly opening the door and knocking his friend in the face with it.

"Owwwww" Santi whines, rubbing his nose. Frankie just smirks. "Serves you right pendejo" Grabbing his cap off the passenger's seat, he shoves it on his head like a protective shield and jams his hands in his pockets.

"Thought you were never gonna get out of that fucking truck Fish" Santi teases but only receives a half hearted shrug of the shoulders in return. He feels a pang of sympathy for his friend and quickly tries to reassure him.

"Look, I know you're not the best with people, but it's a party! Just have a drink and relax. God knows you need to chill out yeah? Lets head in, it's fucking freezing out here."

Both men trudge up the driveway towards the house, Santi gives Frankie a playful nudge before opening the door and heading inside. Frankie takes a deep breath to brace himself before heading into the 'warzone' The Millers party is in full swing. With the combination of Will's organisation (there is enough alcohol here to open a liquor store) and Benny's love of people, the house is jam packed and the party goers want for nothing while they are here. Santi is in his element and happily mingles with everyone, smiling and hugging people as he goes. Frankie makes a beeline for the kitchen, his usual designated safe place and finds Will already there, chatting away to an unfamiliar face. Will's face lights up when he eventually sees his friend and calls out

"Hey man! Didn't think you were actually going to make it"

Will excuses himself from the person he was talking to and rushes over to give Frankie a bear hug.

"Pope can be pretty persuasive when he wants to be" Frankie has to shout a little to be heard.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, Santi tackles Will from the side and a tussle breaks out. Frankie just rolls his eyes and grabs himself a beer to watch the show. The boys have a quick catch up in the kitchen before Will is stolen away to play party host. Frankie is nursing his second beer and trying to keep himself calm when he suddenly gets a quick jab in the ribs from Santi.

" What the fuck man?" he growls at his friend. Santi slides closer to him before informing him

" You've caught someone's eye hermano" and subtly nodding over to someone behind Frankie.

Frankie does a quick glance over his shoulder to where Pope gestured and suddenly feels his breath leave him. Standing in the corner of the kitchen has to be the most beautiful person he had ever had the pleasure of seeing. While everyone else is decked out to the nines, they have opted for a more casual approach which he loves. A further glance up and he sees the warm smile which is currently being given to him. Be still my beating heart is all Frankie can think. Ever the Hawk, Santi notices his brother's heart eyes and doesn't hesitate to shout over.

"Hey! Fancy joining us? "

Well that sure as hell snaps Frankie out of his daydreams and panic runs through him. Whipping round he sees Santi wiggle his eyebrows at him and shoot him a thumbs up with a shit eating grin. Frankie feels his face flush muttering curses under his breath. He's definitely going to end Pope, he just has to figure out how to make it look like an accident. Their new guest is quick to make their way over to them and introduces themselves.

"Hi, I'm jinx"

Frankie gapes down at the hand that is currently extended to him but makes no move to shake it. He feels utterly betrayed by his body right now.' Why are you so fucking awkward?' He wants to shout to himself.

Jinx gives Frankie an unsure look as though maybe regretting coming over. Santi is quick to take the lead and playfully pushes Frankie out the way to get to Jinx.

"Jinx! What a great name. I'm Santiago and this useless bastard here is my favourite flyboy Frankie" Jinx lets out a belly laugh at this and Frankie has to hold onto the counter to keep himself upright. A small pang of jealousy shoots through him at the thought of Santi being able to make Jinx laugh like that. 'Smooth bastard' he thinks bitterly. After a few moments of listening to the two of them talk, Frankie gets his wits about him and is able to engage Jinx in a conversation. And boy is he given a run for his money. Jinx is funny, sharp as a tack and sarcastic as hell. Frankie finds himself falling a little deeper as time goes on and can't for the life of him remember now why he didn't want to come to this party. Time seems to fly by and he doesn’t want to ever leave.

" I see you boys have finally met the baby of the family" Benny interrupts the moment, slinging his arm around Jinx's shoulder, squeezing their cheeks together before ruffling their hair. Jinx squawks in outrage and lands a sold punch on Benny's shoulder, causing him to wince. The ensuing sibling squabbling begins to fade out as Frankie feels the colour drain from his face.

"Wait. You're Y/N Miller???? I thought you said your name was Jinx?" Santi questions, casting a glance at Fish.

" It's a nickname my brothers gave me because everything always goes to shit whenever I get involved" Jinx replies, face heating up.

Frankie is in the middle of a meltdown at the new revelation. He Looks between the two millers and draws a complete blank. There is no family resemblance there whatsoever and he can't see a trace of Will either. Then a word flashes in Frankie's head "ADOPTED" Of course! He'd forgotten that part. Of all the people at this fucking party, he had to be pining after his brothers' younger sibling. Frankie groans in realisation, causing everyone to turn at look at him in sync.

"You good there Fish? you're looking a little pale." Frankie is suddenly brought back to the group, embarrassed by being caught out.

"Fine, awesome, Fantastic" Frankie replies with a nervous laugh. Benny narrows his eyes at him before throwing another curve ball into the conversation, causing Jinx to blush.

"I hope the two of you kept your hands off baby Miller, I know what you're like Garcia!" Benny warns, point a finger at him.

"Not me you have to worry about" Santi mutters under his breath, causing Frankie to elbow him roughly in the side. Benny just glares at the both of them. 'And that is enough fun for one evening, time to retreat' Frankie decides and makes his excuses to his friends. He makes sure to tell Jinx how lovely it was to meet them before hightailing it out of the kitchen. He's nearly at the front door when he feels a hand on his arm and turns to see Jinx looking at him nervously.

" Look I know this goes against protocol with you and the guys, but I had a really fun time tonight and I'd really like to spend more time getting to know you if you were interested as well. .." Jinx is suddenly cut off by Benny shouting "YO JINX WHERE YOU AT?" Sighing, they shove a piece of paper into Frankie's hand , and give it a tight squeeze.

" Balls in your court Frankie" and then they disappear into the crowd to find Benny. Frankie looks down at the number in his hand, hardly believing his luck. Maybe Pope can live another day.

After a lot of back and forth, Frankie bites the bullet and texts Jinx. Palms clammy he rewrites the message for the millionth time before launching the phone on the table and throwing himself dramatically on the couch. He has had found a lot of bad thoughts creep into his mind over the past few days since the party which kept him from messaging sooner.

'What have I possibly got to offer? Am I good enough? Why would they want to get involved with a washed up old army man? What if this is a joke? Frankie is pulled from his thoughts by a loud buzz and a coldness washes through him. Moment of truth. Taking a deep breath before glancing down at his phone, a surprised laugh suddenly escapes him.

Messaged received from Jinx: Took you long enough flyboy. You owe me dinner for making me wait.

It's been so long since he had felt this light and care free and it was all thanks to Jinx. After messaging constantly back and forth, it was decided that their first date would be at a cosy little diner. This eased Frankie's mind as he was already a nervous wreck without bringing a fancy establishment into the mix. It was easy to talk to Jinx and Frankie found himself pouring his heart out about his past mistakes: about his substance abuse, how his license had been suspended and how he'd lost his wife and daughter because of it. Shame welled up in him but was swiftly chased away with the feeling of Jinx's hand covering his and the sweet smile they gave him. The next few weeks were honestly the best of Frankie's life. The couple had come to an agreement that they would keep whatever was going on between the two of them to themselves. To allow their relationship to bloom without any outside interference (i.e The Miller brothers) Frankie would wake up to texts wishing him good morning which made his day that much brighter. They would sneak in frequent date nights and their stolen kisses always made him feel like a teenager. His favourite night had to be when they had went out a drive in his truck and sat in the bed of it looking at the stars and making up constellations to make each other laugh. He had made sure to bring a blanket with them and the feeling of Jinx in his arm's quietened all the noise in his head. He was finally at peace.

Of course he felt guilty about sneaking around with Jinx behind his brothers backs but the more time they spent together, the less Frankie began to care about the 'betrayal' His friends started to get a bit suspicious of his sudden shiftiness but Frankie was quick to assure them that everything was fine. And everything was fine until one Santiago fucking Garcia had to go and ruin everything. One night after a nice dinner and drinks at a nearby restaurant, Frankie and Jinx ended up back at his house for the evening. As soon as the front door closed, the couple were all over each other unable to keep their hands to themselves. Giggling, Jinx dragged Frankie to the couch before playful pushing him onto the couch and quickly straddling him. Hands roam each other's bodies and they are just getting into the swing of things when the front door was rudely thrown open and Santiago came marching in

"Frankie what the fuck man why aren't you answering my tex....."

Santi stopped abruptly in the living room doorway, doing a perfect imitation of a fish. Both parties just stare at one another before Santi suddenly points at them and shouts

" I fucking knew it!!!!"

" Please, you didn't know shit" Jinx scoffs while Frankie hid his face in his hands out of sheer embarrassment of being caught. Sighing, he gently rolled Jinx off him onto the couch and received a confused look in return. Frankie dragged himself off the couch and made his way to Santiago, grabbing his shoulders and looking him straight in the eye.

" Pope, I need you to listen to me right now ok, this is important. Me and Jinx have been seeing each other for a couple of months now and its going so good man. I haven't been this happy in a long time. But you CANNOT say anything to Will or Benny about what you saw. If they find out they're going to kill me!"

Santi looks between the two of you, noticing the way Jinx nervously bites their lip, waiting for his answer. Crossing his heart, Santiago nudges Frankie.

"Don't worry guys, your secrets safe with me"

What a load of shit.

*a few weeks later *

"OK boys listen up! I want a clean fight. Smack talk is allowed but absolutely no contact or you will be disqualified." Jinx announces to the room.

On one side of the table, Santi is rubbing Frankie's shoulder, furiously whispering instructions into his ear, while his friend is just nodding numbly along but not really taking anything in. Across the way he sees the Miller boys sending him death glares. Frankie gulps, why did it have to come to this?

After Santi (who still feels really guilty about it) accidentally let it slip at boy's night the previous evening that Frankie and Jinx where sneaking about together, shit hit the fucking fan. In a slight rage, Benny had tried to strangle Frankie for "breaking the bro code" while Santi tried to pry them apart all the while pleading Fish for forgiveness. Will was pacing the floor off to the side giving Jinx a lecture down the phone about the sanctity of brothers in arms and " WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE FRANKIE JINX?"

Eventually the drama had simmered down and an agreement had been made. This would be settled through a good old game of Beer Pong (which Jinx had picked because the whole crew were all abysmal at it) The terms and condition where as follows: If Frankie's team won, he could continue seeing jinx to his hearts content and nothing would be said on the matter. If the Millers won then Frankie was to never see the youngest Miller again and would be forced to live a life of exile ( Will eventually talked his brother down to Fish having to spend a week in the 'doghouse' for his transgressions) Jinx was chosen to referee the match because there wasn't anyone else who could come out to play at such short notice. The only reason Jinx let this go this far was so that their brothers go to do the whole 'overprotective' thing. They scoff at the thought that benny and Will actually believed they had a say in the new relationship.

Regardless of the outcome, Frankie was going home with them tonight.

"Like all great battles, this is to win the hand of your one true love. We know Benny can't shoot for shit so it's Will we have to keep an eye on. We've got this hermano" Santi whispers in Frankie's ear.

The next hour descends into complete chaos as the boy trashed talk one another and take dirty shots and became the most competitive they have ever been in their life. Eventually a tie breaker between the two teams causes a hush fall over the room. This next one would the deciding shot, his last chance. Santi solemnly hands Frankie the ball. No Pressure. Inhaling deeply, Frankie sends up a prayer and takes the shot......

A rabble of noise descends over the room. It takes him a while to understand that Pope is screaming in triumph while Benny is screaming in outrage. Frankie finds himself quickly scooped up into a hug, with Santi chanting " WE WON, WE WON!!!" in his ear. When he is eventually put back down, he turns round to see Jinx doubled over , tears streaming down their face, laughing at the madness. There is a tight feeling in his chest as he suddenly realises just how much he loves them. Sensing movement just behind him, Frankie quickly turns to see Will beside him. The eldest Miller stares him straight in the eye before sighing and shaking his head.

"Listen Fish, i'm not gonna lie I am not 100% ok with this situation. In my eyes, no one is ever going to be good enough for Jinx, but I suppose if they HAVE to be with someone then you are the best man for the job."

Frankie lets out a breath he didn't even realise he was holding. He sticks his hand out to Will who takes it and gives it a firm shake.

"You have no idea how much of a weight that is off my shoulders man. What about Benny?"

" He'll come around eventually, he's just really overprotective of Jinx." Will reassures, clapping Fish on the back and heading into the kitchen to get a beer.

Frankie's shoulders slump in relief that this whole debacle is over. No more sneaking around, stealing kisses and quiet moments together. No more having to keep his feelings a secret. He can still hear Benny grumbling away in the background, arguing that the game was rigged and demanding a rematch. Santi being the shit stirrer that he is, cackles and continues to wind him up, calling him a sore loser. Frankie finally glances back to Jinx who is leaning against the wall smirking at him.

" Ready to claim your prize Francisco?"

Frankie's heart soars.

#frankie 'catfish' morales #triple frontier #santiago pope garcia #will miller #benny miller #pedro pascal #catfish morales #frankie catfish morales x reader #pedro character fic #santiago garcia #frankie morales x reader

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years

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Speed Run (Ben 10, Hypermessing)

it was 9 in the morning when Ben Tennyson opened his eyes while wincing slightly from the bright light coming in though one of the rust bucket's windows. The 10 year part time hero whined softly, reaching blindly for a pillow to cover his face, annoyed to have been woken up from a dream where he was declared most awesome hero in the universe, while Gwen had been declared biggest baby. The irony of the dream wasn't lost on Ben, as his gurgling tummy made him sit up. the Blankets fell back and showed that while Ben was sleeping in a PJ top, he was also sporting a bulky diaper around his hips. Some unknown side effect of the watch had it while Ben could turn into different aliens, it had wreaked havoc with his bladder control. with a small degree of control during the day he could manage on pull ups, but at night he wore thick bulky diapers, made even thinker as he'd started to mess the bed as well. His tummy gurgled and let it know it's demands to be fed, so Ben slid out of bed and waddled over to the table, where there was a note.

'Ben, Me and Gwen went out on a nature hike. it started bright and early and know that's not your thing. should be back around 9:30ish. Change your own diapers and DON"T FORGET TO TOSS IT OUT!! Love max and Gwen.'

Ben chuckled, he kinda deserved that last one after mayybe putting a super poopie diaper in three plastic bags and putting it in a pillow cover..and putting said pillow in place of Gwen's pillow. Still the look on Gwen's face as she went face first into her pillow to relax and got a face of dirty diaper had been worth the spanking and 40 minute time out! But this morning he decided he could be a good boy, in theory at least, and so he could changed and tossed the soaked diaper into the diaper pail. one quick shower and dry off later and he slid on a pair of Paw patrol pull-ups, then his trade mark pants and shirt. Spotting some money on table, Ben assumed it was for him to go and grab something to eat at the little dinner that was part of the information center for the park. Given the choice between Grandpa's leftovers or runny eggs, Ben chose the less then stellar dinner and headed out, making sure to lock the rust bucket, but forgetting his keys inside.

Gwen was in a rotten mood as they headed back towards the center. what was suppose to be a mild and relaxing hike,m with fun facts being told about the area had been instead more of a forced march and no facts. Tired, achy and grumpy and now she got to come back and deal with Ben. 'I swear, if he didn't toss his fucking huggies out again..' Gwen thought, still made about what had happened the other night. gramps headed into the center to talk with the rangers supervisor as Gwen looked and spotted Ben in the dinner though a window. His stupid smug happy face, with his chin glistening with bacon grease while her belly was full of stale and heavy protein bars. Was it really any wonder that in a fit of pent up anger, Gwen might of unleashed a little bit of magical hell on Ben? swamping his fairly strong bowel control with his weak bladder control, expanding just how fast his body processed food, and heightening his ability to feel shame so it could be parleying. with it done, she retreated into the rust bucket, making sure to lock the door behind her and sat by the window as she pretended to read a book. 'And if Benny things this is all, he doesn't know what he's walking into.' Gwen thought with a smirk,.

wiping his chin and letting out a loud burp, Ben leaned back in his booth and patted his belly. "ah..that was good." he mumbled to himself, eyes closed. "uh, aren't you gonna say excuse me?" Came a disgusted female voice. Ben opened a eye, ready to tell off whoever was scolding him but as he looked on, it was a cute Asian girl, about his age and her black hair was in pig-tails. Her arms were crossed and she was giving Ben a look that all but said 'I'm waiting!' "I uh.. Hi my Ben is name." Ben said, giving her his best charming look and holding out a hand. as he clued into what he had said she giggled a little. "well then Name, aren't you going to say excuse me..for the belch." she said when he looked clueless. "J-Just Ben.. and Uh.. excuse me." Ben said and blushed, scooting over and offering her a seat. Or at least that was his intention. what actually happened as he went to scoot over was his guts churned and he let out a massive fart, and the padding in the booth didn't do much to muffle it. "...really?" The girl asked, holding her nose and waving a hand. "I uh.. excuse me?" Ben said, rubbing the back of his head and then leaning forward and grabbing his tummy as he started farting again "G-gah!" he cried out, then even as the girl went to ask if he was alright, he was sprinting up. "Gotta potty!" Squirming past the girl Ben took off in a dead run, farting every step of the way as he raced towards the Men's room. he tried the handle and it wouldn't open, then he noticed the 'out of order' sign on the door. By this point the farts were totally wet and there was no chance in hell they weren't skid-marked, though Ben had bigger worries as he scrambled for the exit, willing himself to hold onto his back door bomb. the cramps got worse and people were staring and pointing, some of the other kids laughing and it slowed Ben down from a dead run to a brisk walk, sweating and waving as his face was beet red and his farted were coming out non stop. 'I'm not going to shit myself. I'm not going to shit myself. I'm not going to shit myself.' Ben mentally chanted in his head, wobbling as he made his way towards the rust bucket. 'I'm not going to shit myself. I'm going to shit myself. anddd I'm shitting myself..' Ben thought, so close but he couldn't even make it to the door before he finally lost the battle. gracefully going down onto his knees, Ben hunched over and braced his hands on the pavement, then cried out as hell was unleashed in his pants. The pull up put up a good fight but was baseball sized lumps started to come out of the boy, it was only a matter of time before the pull up gave up the fight and ripped, ruining not only the pull up but now his pants as Ben made a massive steaming load. as he finished disgracing himself, Ben looked up to see the girl from inside making a disgusted face as her parents hurried her to the car.

Right about then was when Gwen came out of the rust bucket. as much fun as that had been to watch, she had much much worse plans for little Benny. "Ugh, really Ben? this is why i told you to wear your diaper, not a pull up.. come on stinky." She said, shaking her head. she was of course hamming it up for the crowd but was pleased when she noted how little fight was in Ben as she brought him inside. "heh, at least your pants are dry." She smirked as Ben looked down, confirming that while he HAD crapped himself, his front was dry. "Oh come on!" Ben huffed. "Look Ben.. were suppose to be here for a few more days..and I don't think that's going away any time soon." Gwen said as Ben huffed and whined. "Normally i wouldn't do this, but there IS a spell i can do, to give you a redo at this. I should warn you though, you have to er.. take on handicaps with it." "Just tell me it'll help me keep from crapping my pants." Ben said. "well yeah. also .the spell will only give you three shots.. soo Don't blown it." "Pffft Like I would." Ben said and Gwen smirked, and blasted him.

Run 1- Padded

Ben blinked, one second he had been talking to Gwen but now he was back in the dinner, and in clean pants. he had the last bite of his egg and bacon sandwich and looked around, spotting the Asian girl and smiling at her. instead of a smile back, she made a face and it was then he recalled he'd had food in his mouth at that point. Swallowing quickly he squirmed in his seat. It was as he squirmed he heard a noise he knew VERY well! The crinkle of his bulky overnight diapers! Squeezing his thighs together Ben quickly confirmed that he WAS wearing one of the DIAPERS in the dinner and hoped no on had noticed! he tried to draw on any memory from coming in and had a faint flash of him waddling over to the booth and the girl having smirked and called over to him to..oh god! Pull up his pants, his diaper was showing! He nibbled on the last piece of his breakfast in silence and blushing as the Girl got up and came over. "Hi I'm Julie. what's your name?" she asked, a pleasant smile on her face. "I Uh..I'm.." Ben stammered, butterflies in his tummy but he smiled back. "I'm Ben! that's right. Ben! B e n! Ben!" they both froze at what he had said, and the toddler tone he had used to say it. 'way to go dork, if she didn't think you were special before she does now!' Ben groaned, rubbing the back of his head and giving a sheepish smile. "Huh.neat. anyways...So my parents have been scolding me for teasing you. They said not to assume your just one of those little diaper boys and uh.. guessing their right. do you know where your mommy or daddy is?" Julie asked. Ben went to tell her thanks, but he could manage on his own when a sharp cramp like before hit him. 'But..but I was just farting at this point!' Ben thought before a thunder poot escaped into his diaper. the thick diaper did help muffle the sound though and Ben whimpered. "Please move hafa boom!" he said childishly, and started to try and get past Julie, ending up shoving her out of his way as he tried to run to the rust bucket. He made it as far as out the front door though as his guts churned and then he fell to his knees clutching his tummy. "Gonna go poopie!" he whined, tears welling up and then he was pushing out his back door bomb. the diaper held onto the load better then the pull ups, and just expanded and pushed, making Ben's pants expand and the seams start to rip as the massive formerly white diaper tried to strain though. The pants lost the war and Ben's bloated and stained diaper was on display for all to see as he started to wail.

Run 2- In the navy

Ben blinked as he was back in the dinner again, but this time he wasn't alone. Sitting next to him and keeping him pinned in was Gwen, who looked just as surprised as Ben to be there. At least until she got a look at what he was wearing and started to snicker. Ben went to ask what her problem was, but Gwen pointed to the window so he could see his reflection. Ben was in a white little sailor suit, with the short shorts and of COURSE was once again diapered. Only the white shorts didn't even try to hide his diapered state. "awww, aren't you just a lil cutie." Gwen teased and then pinched his cheek. "Owww! gweennn cut it out! let's just go back to the rust bucket OK?" Ben huffed, slapping her hand away and then making his demand, arms crossed and looking like a grumpy big toddler. "ah ah ah..Use your manners Lil Benny." Gwen scolded lightly, waging a finger back and forth. "BITE ME!" Ben huffed and glared definitely at her. For al of 3 seconds before seeing the look on her face. "I love you and we're family!" he squeaked out fast and put his hands together begging for mercy. "Anyone here mind if I spank a diaper boy brat? His diaper will be staying on, this is just a little reminding him of his place." Gwen called out. "nah, go for it." "let me get the boys out of her first.." Ben whimpered, but had a glimmer of hope. "Sure, he's been a brat all morning." "Don't bother me." After all, if enough people said no, they could just go to the rust bucket and- "Can I help?" Wait, why the hell was everyone agreeing with her!? and had Julie just asked to help!? "sure, though how much help I'll need depends on widdle Benny here. Are you gonna be a good big toddler and take your spanking like a man and brace yourself on the table. or do me and.." Gwen paused and turned to the girl. "Julie." "ah nice to meet you. I'm Gwen.. anyways Ben, does Julie have to hold you over the table while i paddle your padded rump?" Neither choice was all that appealing to Ben truth be told, but as he went to answer the question anther pressing matter appeared. he hadn't even felt the need before he just found himself standing up up the seat, bending his knees and grunting. eyes closed though whimpers loud, the seat of his shorts started to expand as Ben unloaded a mighty load into the seat of his diapers. Gwen moved fast to save the shorts and yanked them down to around his ankles, then backed away making a face as his rapidly filling diaper almost smushed her in the face. "Gah! Ben! what did you eat!?!" Gwen cried out holding her nose as the diaper sagged. A totally rotten smell filled the room and if Gwen hadn't of used magic to reinforce the diaper it would of leaked for sure. In the end Ben's diaper went down to his Kneecaps in the back, and the front was only slightly higher. "Holy hell little dude!" Julie said, jaw dropping. "C-Can we skip the spanking?" Ben asked while panting. "..yeah ok." Gwen said, eye twitching.

Run 3 - rocking that crinkle

Ben blinked and found himself back further then normal. In fact, he was back to just after shutting the rust buckets door. 'heh.. man. this is easy! I'll just avoid going inside and plant my butt on the pooper!' Ben thought. He tugged at the rust bucket door, and then recalled that he'd locked the door. "no sweat, I'll just reach into my..Pocket.." Ben trailed offed as he went to stick his hand in his pocket and only brushed his hand on slick plastic. and it was at this point the Ben realized he'd been attracting attention in the parking lot, what with being in nothing but a thick white diaper with teddy bears on them and a pair of paw patrol sneakers. "H-Heh.. No. No no no no.." Ben said, a nervous smile on his face as he tried the door again. and again. "This is NOT happening. it's just not happening." No matter how much he may of wished it wasn't, it was. As he turned and faced the smirking and laughing crowd, Ben's bladder twitched and grew away, making some of the teddy bears vanish off his diaper. He whimpered and started to suck his thumb, tears welling up in his eyes as the crowd reacted as you'd expected. A big collective "D'awww!" Ben's poor mind was going on a humiliation overdose, and he was barley keeping from going to permanent baby brained as he stood there shaking, wishing he could get it together to go and hide at least. It was then as he was trying to avoid a permanent one way ticket to baby land that he heard Gwen's voice, and turned to see her. "BEN!? what are you doing?" She asked, looking confused. whether or not it was legit, Ben didn't care. "Talk later. inside now." Ben said, take a step towards Gwen and then just popping a squat and grunting. "oh my god, Ben are you crapping yourself?" Gwen asked, wrinkling her nose. "Gross Ben! HEY EVERYONE! THIS GROSS LITTLE FUCK IS NOT DISABLED OR SPECIAL, HE'S JUST A DIAPER BOY WHO WANTED TO MAKE ALL OF YOUR WATCH HIM GO POOPIE!" Gwen yelled as Ben's diaper once again rapidly expanded. Ben went to try and defend himself, but a Pacifier appeared in his mouth and he found himself compelled to suckle on it. he had gone onto his knees since he had started, and leaning forward he found a teddy bear in his arms, anther gift from Gwen. The lumps kept coming out of his behind and in next to no time the diaper had reached the ground, forming a semi bean bag of filth that Ben found himself ridding, hiding his face in the teddy bear. As Ben suckled away in his messy diapers, He looked up with tears running down his cheeks at Gwen. She leaned down, holding her nose and making a scene of having to deal with his smell. "Phew yew Ben! How long have you been holding that in?!" She asked loudly, getting LOTS of laughs from the crowd, then leaned in and whispered into Ben's ear. "Anything of you even left over? Just remember Benny, no more redos. This is your new life. a 24/7 world famous hyper messing diaper baby. Sure I could of left well enough alone or even just let you fix this altogether, but well." Gwen paused and then ruffled Ben's hair. "Like you said after your little prank: Don't be such a baby about it." Ben started to bawl and cry and what was left of his big boy mind ended up in his massive diaper. As Gwen watched her cousin go permanently brain brained, she couldn't help but wonder if Grandpa max was right, and she WAS a little to spiteful.

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iwantthedean · 4 years

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Too Grateful to Sleep

True Fluff Series

Word Count: 1320 Summary: As exhausted as you are, you’ve got far too much to be grateful for to sleep, thinking over the last six months of life. Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, babies, breastfeeding. Square Filled: Holiday for BTZ Bingo Square Filled: Free Space for @spngenrebingo A/N: In case you missed it, this is the second to last installment of this series! I am going to round it out at fifty installments (holy cow!), so there will be this installment today, and the finale will come out on Christmas Day -- rightfully so, yes? Oh, and the gif in this I found on Google Images because the tumblr gif search failed me.

A baby crying broke through the epic sleep you were in the middle of — had been in the middle of. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping it was some part of a horrible dream, but the cries continued.

With a sigh, you dragged yourself out of bed. When you had come home from your overnight hospital shift, you had barely had the energy to change from your scrubs into actual relatively-germ-free pajamas. Dean had planned a day in the garage, working on his new project. He had offered to stay home, but since your son was in a reverse-cycling phase, you figured he would be sleeping all day with you.

Of course, today would be the day the universe threw down a reverse card on the reverse-cycling. Thank goodness you’d slept with one hearing aid in and the baby monitor on high volume, just in case.

You threw the blankets back and sighed, making way for the nursery. Though you were exhausted and had a family dinner to be at later for Thanksgiving, one end of your mouth turned up in a smile as you padded down the wood floor toward the baby’s room.

The night you had gone into labor, you had been exhausted like this. You were less worried about the contractions and your water breaking, and more worried about losing sleep. At the time, you were coming to the end of your clinicals for nursing school — something you were also irritated about missing the end of, despite the fact that you had prepared the school for the fact that you could go into labor, and you had done extra clinical shifts to make up for it.

“Hey, baby boy,” you softly greeted the chubby-faced, almost-six-month-old snorting and crying and squirming in his crib. You reached down to pick him up and snuggled him against your chest. “Don’t cry, Benny. We’ll get you a bottle and you can lay down with Mama.”

By the time the bottle was made, Benny was calm, but still eager to eat. You settled against the pillows, balancing Benny carefully on your arm, propped up by another fluffy pillow. He suckled eagerly at the bottle while you took a deep breath and dozed off, trying not to fall too deeply back into sleep.

There was a time when it had bothered you to feed Benny formula in a bottle. You had so looked forward to breastfeeding, but once Benny arrived, your milk didn’t. The doctor and the nurses assured you that, sometimes, that was normal. But then the lactation specialist came and your milk still didn’t. There was a medical, explanation, of course, but all you felt like, was a failure. You blamed it on the head injury, although there really wasn’t anyway the two could be connected. You blamed it on the prenatal vitamins — maybe they hadn’t worked correctly, hadn’t been enough. Then, finally, you blamed yourself. You held your newborn in your arms and cried your eyes out.

Just like he had always been, Dean was at your side. He sat down on the couch next to you, pushed your messy hair away from your face. He kissed your temple, then caressed Benny’s face.

“We have a beautiful, baby boy. He is healthy, he’s chunky. This is not your fault.” You shook your head, crying harder, but Dean only hooked a finger under your chin and forced you to look at him. “You gave me a beautiful gift, Y/N. My son. As a man, when a woman has your child, it’s an amazing thing. I hate to be that guy, but to have a son — you don’t understand how much that means to me. How much more you mean to me.”

You sniffled and looked at him like he was crazy. Dean chuckled and kissed you, yucky breath and all.

“I’m not saying your value lies in our son, pretty girl. Don’t make me one of those guys. I’m just saying — we’re happy. You’re healthy, he’s healthy. I’ve never been this happy in my life. If you can’t — if you can’t —”

“Breastfeed, Dean! The word is breastfeed!”

“Yeah, well, categorize that one with the ’t’ word,” Dean snorted. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter that you can’t. Your value isn’t in the fact that you gave me a son, as much as that means to me, and your value isn’t in the fact that you can’t … breastfeed … Benny. You’re already an amazing mother. You changed your career so you can be there for him when he needs you. That right there tells me that you’ll do anything for him.”

You sniffled and decided that Dean was right. Begrudgingly, you got up and made Benny a bottle. From that moment, it got easier. As long as Benny was healthy and getting the nourishment he needed, did it really matter where it came from?

Thinking of all that broke you from your dozing off just in time to take the bottle from Benny’s mouth and set it on the beside table, then put him on your shoulder and burped him.

“Ooh, that was stinky one,” you said, wrinkling your nose. As you patted his behind, you realized the burp wasn’t what was truly stinking.

You got up again and took him back to the nursery, then brought him back to bed with you, even though he probably would have been fine in the crib by now. You laid on your side and put Benny next to you on his back. He drifted off to sleep easily, but, even as tired as you were, you just watched him sleep. You thought about mornings when you would wake up and he would be moving in your belly, and you would just lay there, rubbing your belly. Being a mom wasn’t for everybody, but for you … not one thing in your life bested this feeling.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping.”

You looked up to the bedroom door and smiled to see your husband standing there, wiping his hands on a greasy rag. “Hey there, Sparky.”

“Came in to check on things and I see this. Not a bad sight to see,” Dean said, laying on the bed next to you. He put a hand on the baby’s chest; you knew how much he loved to just watch Benny breathe sometimes. “Benjamin John, you’re supposed to let your mama sleep.”

You sighed, entirely content in that moment. “He woke up hungry, then he was muddy. He was sleepy after that, but I couldn’t put him back in the crib. I was feeling too grateful. For both of you.”

Dean leaned over the baby and kissed you. “Which is all well and good, but you’re going to be exhausted when we all go to your brother’s later if you don’t get some rest.”

He picked Benny up, resting the baby’s head on his shoulder and patting his back as he walked him back to the nursery. There was no crying, so you settled back in the bed — but you couldn’t sleep.

Dean came back to the bed and laid his head on your stomach. You ran your hands through his hair, thinking of the nights when Dean would press his ear to your swollen belly in hopes of hearing the baby swish around in there.

“I’m going to stay inside,” Dean said, “so how about you take that hearing aid off and turn the baby monitor down.”

You shrugged and followed his suggestion, then resumed brushing your hand through his hair. He moved from your abdomen up to hover over you. He kissed you softly and tilted his head. He made sure that he was looking directly at you, and he spoke clearly.

“Hey, pretty girl. If you’re not gonna sleep, do you wanna …”

“With you, Sparky?” You pulled him towards you and whispered against his lips, “I always want to.”

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thecleverdame · 5 years

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All Teeth and Bad Intentions

Pairings: Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader

Summary: Sam gets jealous...pretty much just filth with a touch of fluff.

This is set right after The Brown Bottle, One More Time and The Morning After (read those first). They are listed in my master list.

Warnings: NSFW gif, dubcon(kinda), knotting, mating, breeding, dominance, claiming, fingering, unprotected sex, biting, dirty talk, rough sex, ownership, manhandling, jealousy, cum play

Words: 5200+

Beta: @moonlitskinwalker

Sam’s hands are everywhere, palming your ass while slender fingers pluck at hard nipples. His mouth at your neck, licking with the flat of his tongue before sucking the skin until it stings. The weight of his body relaxes on top of you as his lips seal over yours in a series of messy, open-mouth kisses that elicit a stir between your legs.

“Sam,” you manage breathlessly before he kisses you silent, his mouth harder than before. Placing both hands on his chest you gently push back, but he doesn't budge. “Hold on,” you mumble in protest. It doesn’t stop him, instead, he rolls his hips between your thighs and the head of his cock pokes the swollen lips of your sex.

It’s been seven days. Seven days of non-stop fucking and Sam doesn’t seem the slightest bit sated. You suspect his rut is coming. Claiming you set certain things into motion, so, in addition to the horniness of being newly mated, he’s also fueled by his cycle building in momentum.

He reaches between your bodies, grasping his dick to line himself up before thrusting forward, his cock sliding deep until his balls rock into your ass. He snarls, nipping at your jaw. “So fuckin’ tight.”

“Ow,” you hiss digging nails into his biceps.

That seems to be the first word that registers for him because he stills, shoved inside your pussy, lifting his head up to look down at you. He’s come to recognize a symphony of moans and whimpers that tell him what you need, but this is something he hasn’t heard before.

“What’s wrong?” His lip curls, eyes sweeping down across your breasts, and then further, sneaking a peek at his cock splitting you open. He rolls his hips, pulling out just a little before nudging deeper than before. When you respond with a pained whimper he grimaces and stops. “What is it?”

“I’m sore.” You respond, biting your lip as your cunt throbs around his manhood.

“Where?” Sam asks thoughtfully, propping himself on his forearms, shifting his weight.

“Everywhere,” you confess.

Sam looks confused but it’s only for a moment before realization washes over his face. You think he might apologize and pull out, but he doesn’t. He just looks you dead in the eyes and says “tell me where.”

Truth be told it would be easier to list the parts that don’t hurt. Your scalp is tender from Sam’s hands twisting and yanking fists of hair and your backside twinges at the thought of him spanking you again, your round little ass can’t take much more. But you have a faint idea of what’s he asking, he wants a starting point. So you give him one.

“My mouth.” You’ve sucked his cock for the better part of a week, letting him come down your throat like a porn star. “And my jaw.” He pauses to grin, giving your effort the appreciation it deserves and then kisses your lips with a feathery light touch before traveling to your jaw with just the brush of his mouth until he’s made his way from ear to ear.

He lifts his head, looking down at you. “Where else?”

“My nipples.” Sam loves to pinch and tug on your nipples as foreplay but he really loves to suck on them while he’s fucking you, biting down until you squeal and claw at his back “They’re raw.”

“I didn’t realize,” he mumbles, cupping a full breast in his hand and closing his mouth around the stiff bud. He doesn’t suck, just runs his tongue, warm and wet, back and forth with gentle precision before moving to the other.

“Alpha,” you moan, writhing. His cock is still inside you eliciting a conflicted mix of pleasure and pain as you feel the tug of his thick shaft.

“Where else?” he looks up. His lips ghosting, just fluttery pecks over the swell of your breasts.

“My hips.” Your hips are the one area he already knows about. He’s tried to be gentle. You’re sporting black and blue fingerprints around your entire waist, reminders of how hard he grabs when he’s really in the moment, fucking you like an animal.

Without so much as a sigh, he pulls his cock out of your pussy and slides down, dragging his nose over your hip bones. He kisses each bruise, slowly and deliberately, until he’s given them all equal attention.

“What about this?” Sam asks. He’s between your legs now, two fingers oh-so-tenderly slipping between the wet, puffy lip of your cunt and opening you like a flower. “Do you ache here too, Omega? My cock too much for this perfect little pussy?”

“Yes.” You wrench your eyes shut, head tipping back. He’s popped his knot inside you more times than you can count over the last week, you’re walking like an overworked jockey. He’s had you in positions you didn’t even know were physically possible, fucking hard and deep as his hips slapped into your ass.

Sam’s tongue scoops over your clit, slow at first until you’re groaning like a whore and shoving yourself into his face. He speeds up, lapping the bundle of nerves as you rock from side to side, thighs clamped around his head. You’re not even sure if he can breathe down there, but you don’t give a shit as your orgasm creeps in.

He’s gone down on you plenty of times before, but this is different. Normally he wants control, he holds you in place, keeps you pinned to the bed. forcing your legs wide. But not this time. This time you lock your ankles behind his neck, thrashing back and forth until you come like a freight train. grinding your pussy into his chin. Your empty cunt pulses around nothing, but you can almost feel him inside, like the pain of a phantom limb.

He draws out every inch of pleasure possible, swirling his tongue in broad circles around your clit until your orgasm leaves you nothing more than a pile of raw connections, twitching and grasping at his shoulders.

When your legs fall apart he stands over you and strokes his cock, jerking himself until he comes in pearly white ropes. He groans as he spurts warm seed over your breasts and stomach, then down farther to shoot the final vestiges over the mound of your pussy.

“Fuck,” he groans holding his dick, a predatory smile pulls his lips over his teeth. “You look good like this.”

“I feel like a mess,” you tease, propping yourself up on bent elbows.

“Still,” he tilts his head before climbing on the bed to lie beside you, carefully bending your leg at the knee, leaving your sex exposed. “Seems like a waste.” With two fingers he swipes across your sullied stomach, coating them in his spunk before slipping inside your sensitive pussy. He doesn't push in too far, just a couple inches, gently stroking with shallow movement.

“Baby,” you whimper, clenching your legs around his hand.

“I know, I know,” he rubs his nose into your temple. “You need a break.”

Chad’s in his early twenties. He’s as tall as Sam, built like a brick wall and definitely a newly turned Alpha. You guess he’s a couple months old and stupid as one would assume. There’s no doubt in your mind that he’s the one who’s turned all four of his buddies, two of them are also Alphas, the others Betas.

All five of them are at your bar, making a scene and acting like idiots but you don’t really mind. As long as they don’t get in a fight or piss off the regulars you let it slide.

“Look at you baby, fuck that ass looks tight.” Chad bites his finger as his friends snicker behind him. It’s clear he’s the sad little king of his own sad little world. Your turn around, smiling and setting down five shots followed by five beers.

“Your mother know you talk like that?” You sling Chad a look and crack a Miller Lite for one of your regulars, Toby, who’s sitting at the end of the bar doing his best to stay upright.

“She’d understand if she saw you.” He grins, his eyes unabashedly staring at your breasts. He notices the scar at your neck for the first time and pounds on the counter turning to his friend. “And she’s one of us! I knew you smelled special.”

“Keep your voice down.” You lean in, covering the bite with your hair as he oggles you like a turkey leg in a Wile E Coyote cartoon. “You even know what this means?”

“It means your like us,” He licks his lips. “Like me. I’ll take good care of you if you give me the chance...Omega.”

“I said, keep your damn voice down. Not everyone here is in on our little secret.” You hiss. “And I already got someone to take care of me, so why don’t you boys go buy that table of questionably dressed girls a drink and free up the bar.”

“Ouch,” he groans with his hand over his heart as if you’ve wounded him. He leans forward with his forearms on the counter, when he grins it’s all teeth. “But I like you so, so much.”

“Yeah, well if you’re staying you better tip well.”

And he does.

It’s a couple hours later when Sam, Dean and the rest of their crew barrel through the door. They take over a table at the back near the jukebox and Benny heads to the bar.

“Hey.” Benny nods.

“Hey back,” you smile. “Usual?”

“Yup.” He looks from you to Chad and friends. “You need any help?”

“They’re harmless.” You wave a hand.

“Don’t be so sure.” If Chad’s good at one thing it’s inserting himself into your conversations. “I could tear you up.”

“Hey,” you snap, slapping the counter with an open palm. “What’d I say about say about that kind of shit?”

Sam wonders if you’re pregnant yet. You casually swipe a hand across your flat belly, exchanging a smile and comment with the old drunk at the end of the bar, and all Sam can think about is what you’re going to look like when you’re swollen with his child. He can imagine your round stomach in such vivid detail it makes his balls ache.

You never leave his mind, you’re always there; mentally if not physically. It's just incomprehensible. You’re the one stable force, his one stability in a world filled with chaos that he didn’t know he needed. Two weeks ago if someone would have asked if he wanted children he would have dismissed the idea outright, but then you came along and now it’s the only thing he thinks about.

Sam’s not an unreasonable person, but he’s the pack Alpha, this is his territory and you’re his Omega, but none of that is stopping the blonde guy at the bar from coming onto to you like a back alley hooker.

There’s something about the way he’s is looking at you that’s making Sam’s blood pressure rise. It doesn’t help that he hasn’t fucked you in two days. He’s on the cusp of a rut and all he’s wanted for the last twenty hours is to pound you into the mattress. But you, understandably, needed a break, and you’re gonna to need it.

His eyes narrow as you laugh big and wide, engaging the douche-bag and making conversation. As soon as you have your back turned he’s elbowing his buddy, slapping each other like cavemen as they stare at your ass.

“Why do we even come here, man?” Dean asks, resting his elbows on the table “She’s a bartender, it’s gonna happen.”

“Fuck you.” Sam grunts, tipping back beer.

“I’m just sayin’, there’s no reason to torture yourself.” Shrugging Dean turns his attention to the scene unfolding before him.

“That anything I should be worried about or just some college kids?” Sams ask Benny as he arrives with a tray of beer.

“She says it’s fine,” he looks back at the bar.

“Human?” Sam presses.

“Nope,” Benny points his bottle toward Sam. “He’s an Alpha.”

“I got one more,” Chad bellows, vying for your attention. Despite the fact that he’s kind of a pig you are enjoying his repertoire of filthy jokes. He’s actually pretty funny. “What do the mafia and pussies have in common?”

Oh lord. “I don’t know, what?”

“One slip of the tongue and you’re in deep shit!” He finishes and half the bar is laughing right along with you.

“Alright,” you set down a rag and place both hands on the counter. “I’ve got a one for you.”

“Hit me with it.” He motions toward his chest.

“What’s the difference between your dick and a bonus check?” He shrugs and you finish “Someone’s always willing to blow your bonus.”

The entire bar erupts and you take a bow. Still chuckling you glance up, suddenly aware that you have a very intent audience. It’s not that you’re doing anything wrong, but you wouldn’t know that by the way they’re looking at you from across the room you. Benny, Dean, the scary little brunette and a bunch of other guys you’ve never officially met are watching silently.

Then there’s Sam. He’s just sitting in his chair with his hand clenched around a beer, his eyes are locked on you with a scowl that drains the color from your face.

“What’s wrong sweetheart,” Chad glances back, and then reaches forward, his hand covering yours. This kid really doesn’t understand, he doesn’t even recognize a pack when he sees it. If he were a more mature Alpha wolf he’d be able to easily smell others of his kind, but newly turned wolves have fucked senses. “I’m not your only fan, huh?”

“Don’t touch me.” You hiss pulling your hand away but he holds firm. You pull back again and he yanks you forward in turn. Not aware of his own strength your ribs connect with the counter. Chad lets you go immediately, oblivious to the impending doom that’s headed in his direction because Sam was out his chair the second Chad laid his hands on you.

You dash around the bar, trying to intervene as Sam whacks him on the shoulder. “Hey, asshole.”

“Sam,” you try to slink between them, placing a hand on his chest. “He doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

Sam glares at you, it’s a frightening look you’ve seen before, but never been the on the receiving end of. “Get out of the way,” he instructs, blinking emotionlessly.

“I got a pretty good idea what I’m doing.” Chad stands up from his chair and his friends follow suit.

“Sam-” You stop as Sam’s fingers curl around your wrist.

“I’m not gonna tell you again, Omega. Get out of the way.” He’s never given you a command before, yeah, he’s bossy when he’s fucking you and you always do what he says, but he’s never spoken to you like this outside of the bedroom.

There’s a part of you that wants to tell him to fuck off, because you don’t like being ordered around like a child; but he’s your Alpha, marking his territory, and you don’t have a death wish, so you take a step back.

“Over here sweetheart,” Dean’s hands are on your shoulders, pulling you away from Sam, and slipping in front of you.

“I didn’t know she’d just do what she’s told.” Chad snickers, stepping up to Sam. They’re roughly the same size, but Sam’s in his prime and headed into a rut; he’s lethal. Not to mention he’s got a dozen other Alphas who’d die for their pack leader in the blink of an eye. Any hope of Chad getting wise and shutting up goes right out the window when he adds “I would have told her to get on her knees a while ago.”

“You hear this guy, Dean?” Sam tilts his head, his lip curling.

“I heard him.” Dean crosses his arms over his chest. “Not a smart move kid.”

“You come into my territory, touch my Omega, and then have the fucking nerve to talk to me like that?” Sam’s a breath away from Chad’s face. “She’s mine. You shouldn’t touch things that don’t belong to you.”

“What? Did you piss on her? As far as I can see she’s free to do whoever she wants.” Chad spits, looking rather proud of his comeback.

Before Sam was your Alpha, he terrified you. Sam, Dean and their merry little gang aren’t the kind of guys who do a lot of talking when it comes to disputes, they settle things the old school way with their fists. Over the past week and a half you’ve become complacent. Sam’s your mate and lover and you forgot the side of him that scared the shit out of you, until now. You don’t have a shadow of a doubt that he’ll kill Chad and he’ll do it right here in the middle of your mother’s bar.

“Sam, he doesn’t know, he’s a baby.” You try to sneak around Dean but he catches you, holding you back. “He doesn’t know the rules.”

You watch Sam process your words as he tilts his chin up, scenting the young Alpha who’s too stupid to stand down. His mouth twitches, and you think he’s going to rip Chad’s throat out but instead, he turns away, grabs you by the arm and hauls you out of the bar.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You try to twist away, but Sam’s got a vice grip on your arm dragging you through the parking lot.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he spits, walking faster as you scramble to keep up with him.

“Sam, stop” you attempt to dig your feet in and stumble, but Sam keeps you from falling.

“We’re leaving.” He snarls.

“I don’t want to go anywhere with you right now.” You protest.

“Hey buddy, maybe you should listen to her.” A guy puffing on a cigarette next to his truck steps forward. “It doesn’t look like she wants your hands on her.”

“I’ll put my hands wherever the fuck I want to. Mind your own business buddy.” Sam sneers and releases your arm taking a step toward him. Dean’s trotting toward you, ready to back Sam up. It won’t be a fair fight, this guy is nothing but a human who has no idea what’s getting himself into.

Shit.

“Okay,” you grab Sam’s arm. “Let’s go, take me home Sam. Come on.”

“You don’t just get to tell me what to do. I don’t respond to commands.” You sneer, it’s the same fight you had on the way home, just moved to the kitchen.

“I’m your Alpha,” he slaps his chest with his palm. “You’re my responsibility.”

“That doesn’t mean that I just blindly follow orders.”

“If I tell you to do something, I expect you to listen.” He counters.

“Well, good luck with that. I’ve never been very good at listening to anyone. You don’t own me.”

“What do you think that mark on your neck means? You belong to me.” He’s deadly serious.

“I don’t belong to anyone.” You know that’ll piss him, it’s why you say it.

“You know what a claimed Omega without an Alpha is? A whore. Is that what you want? To be a bar slut for the rest of your life. You’re already halfway there.”

“Fuck you!” You slap him, hard.

He stares at you, flabbergasted as his face stings red and then he grabs you by the hair, twisting a fist full of it between his fingers. Your neck arches back and you whimper, “you’re hurting me.”

He releases you immediately, hissing like you’ve burned him. “Shit, I-” he runs both his hands through his hair, breathing deep and slow. He bends down, resting his hand on his knees, still shaking with anger. “I don’t know what I’m doing, Y/N. You have to help me because I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I don’t know how to be a mate.”

“All you have to do is trust me, Sam.” You step toward him, “I’ve got three guys a night like that asshole, accidentally touching my ass and asking for my number. It was happening long before I met you and it still happens.”

“Perfect,” he shifts his jaw, standing tall.

“I would never let someone touch me, I mean really touch me. There’s this invisible line and ninety-nine percent of the time people don’t cross it. When someone does, you’re welcome to step in and beat the shit out of them, but until then you’ve got to let it go.”

“You were defending him.” Sam squints at you like you’ve betrayed him. “Why are you even worried about some asshole getting what’s coming to him?”

“I wasn’t worried about him, I was worried about you. You’re all amped up Sam, you’ve been spoiling for a fight for days. What happens if you beat that guy in the middle of the bar? What happens when you hurt him or worse, and you do it in front of a bunch of humans? I’ll tell you what, you end up in jail.” He hadn’t even thought about that, all he could see was you protecting another Alpha...but you weren’t.

“Did I hurt you?” Hesitantly he steps forward, waiting to see if you’ll let him near you. When you don’t back away he reaches out and grabs your waist.

“I’m fine,” you place your hands over his.

“I shouldn’t say those things to you,” resting his chin on your head as he pulls you into an embrace, he’s still on edge you can feel it. He’s not capable of relaxing, not yet anyway.

“I shouldn’t either,” leaning back you look up at him. “I’m sorry I slapped you.” Taking his wrist you pull his hand up to your neck, covering the scar.

“I just have all these thoughts running through my brain. A thousand different scenarios where I end up without you.” Sam pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m here with you.”

As a general rule, Sam is dominant. Half of it’s the Alpha in him, the other half is just his personality, but tonight he relinquishes just a little of that control. He lets you fuck him.

He watches you bouncing up and down on his cock with an enthusiasm reminiscent of a strung out cheerleader.

You lean forward to kiss him, running a hand up his chest and Sam meets you halfway, trailing fingers down your arm. All of the women he’s fucked were at least a little scared of him, most of them knew who or what he was and none of them ever kissed him the way you do. He thinks he might be getting soft because fuck if he doesn’t live for the way you look at him like he’s your whole Goddamn world when you press your mouth to his. You’re not the least bit intimidated, instead, you just keep kissing him like you’re two kids making out in your parents' basement.

He’s not sure why he’s never done this before because the view is absolutely amazing. He gets to watch your mouth fall open, pussy clenching in pleasure. From this vantage point he’s got a spectacular view of your breasts jiggling and the shaft of his shiny, thick cock disappearing into your pussy. Two big hands cup each of your breasts, pushing them together. “God, I love these tits.”

Sam wonders if this is what it feels like to be in love. He doesn’t believe in sappy shit like love at first sight, but this can’t be far off. Logically, he knows it’s all hormones and base instincts, you’re his mate now and this bond is like nothing he could have previously imagined. It has to be close to whatever love is, and he thinks he might get to experience the real thing soon enough.

“So fuckin’ tight, Omega.” Sam sits up, nipping at your throat. When your pace slows he gives you proper motivation to keep moving. “Don’t stop” His hand comes down on your butt cheek with a crack and you yelp, sliding a hand around the back of his neck for leverage as you pick up speed. “Keep fucking yourself on my cock, baby...yeah, just like that. You like the way I feel inside you?”

“Yes,” you moan, finding his mouth with yours. You’re sweaty, really fuckin’ sweaty, drenched like a marathon runner as you ride him and skin slips over skin. He feels bigger than before, it’s only been two days, but having him so deep inside reminds you of just how good he makes you feel, so stretched out and unbelievable full. “I fingered myself thinking about you in the shower this morning. I’ve been thinking about you all day and then tonight...how mad you got...all I could think about was your knot.”

“Good girl,” he growls, his lips smiling into the skin of your throat. “Gonna come so deep in this pussy.”

“Jesus, fuck Sam-” He grabs a fist full of hair, snapping your neck back.

“Alpha,” he corrects you, his free hand curling around your jaw.

“Alpha.” You pant, trying to maintain the rhythm.

“You want me to fuck you?” He grits, teeth sinking into your shoulder. He yanks your head back even further so that your back is arched, leaving breasts on display right in front of his face.

“Yes.” Breath rattling in your throat you reach out, desperate for anything to hold you earthbound. Your fingers curl into the skin of his bicep, nails sinking into skin.

“Tell me.” Both his hands move to your hips, pulling you down onto his cock until the lips of your sex meet the short hair around his shaft. He doesn’t let you move, just keeps in you place stuffed full as you wiggle around searching relief.

“Sa-Alpha, please fuck me. Please, I need you.”

“Yeah?” He smirks. He moves one hand from your side to rub his thumb your clit, sliding in fast circles. You buck around as he holds you in place, working into a frenzy with his cock so deep it’s tapping your cervix when you squirm, drawing little shooting pains that mix with building pleasure. “I could make you come just like this, hold you down on my cock and rub you until you fall apart.”

“Please,” you’re begging, your voice an octave higher than normal. “Please fuck me.”

He releases his hold on you and taps your hip like he’s tapping you out of a fight. Lifting yourself off his dick you immediately roll over, pushing yourself up onto hands and knees. Both his hands curls around your side, fingers fanning out over your ribs. “Turn over, Omega. I wanna see you.”

God help him, he wants to fuck in the missionary position.

As soon as you’re on your back Sam’s settling between your legs, grabbing his own cock and pressing the swollen head into your pussy. In one thrust he’s buried to the hilt. He doesn’t waste a second before pulling out and sliding back in again, the sensitive head of his cock dragging along the clenching walls if your wonderful little cunt. “Keep your legs up,” hooking a hand under each thigh he bends your legs until your knees are pressed into his sides. He can feel the ring of muscle around the base of his dick thickening as he thrusts into you. “So good at taking my cock,” he praises, his hips make hollow smacks that echo off the walls of the bedroom as he pumps into you. He doesn’t say anything else, just listens to his own grunts, your breathy moans and the squishy, gooey sounds of sex that seem incredibly loud.

His knot swells quickly, you feel it pushing into your folds with every thrust. Grasping his ass you pull him closer, begging for release. “Please baby, I need it inside me. Need your knot Alpha.”

“You sure you can take it?” He lifts his head, a bead of sweat rolling down his nose and dropping onto your breast.

“Stop fucking teasing me and let me come.” You growl, bucking under him.

Sam gives you exactly what you’re asking for, he grinds his pelvis forward, his cock unrelenting as he forces his knot inside your pussy with a wet pop that triggers your orgasm. The pleasure is so great you want to hold it in, but there’s no holding back as the damn snaps and gluttonous satisfaction racks your entire body.

Sam keeps shoving his hips forward despite his inability to really move as he watches as your eyes rolls back in your skull and you start to shake. Your legs go stiff around him, breath starting and stopping. When you come it’s like watching someone die and come back to life.

Just as you’re calming down from the high Sam’s balls tighten and he comes with a grunt. He drops his face to your neck, teeth sinking into the ruined skin of his original bite. Rutting forward, he fucks you down into the mattress as he fills you so full of his spunk that it leaks around his knot, dripping down the crack of your ass.

“Fuck.” He groans, sucking at the fresh bite. He grinds into you once more before dropping his weight onto your hips. You’re both a mess of sweaty skin and twitching muscles and not much more.

“Ohmygod,” you whimper, clenching and unclenching your fists.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” He lays open mouthed kissed across your collarbone, slow and steady. Then moves down as his lips press across the curve of your breasts.

“I forgive everything you’ve ever done.” A lazy, exhausted grin spreads over your face.

Sam chuckles, his breath hot as he sucks at the hollow of your neck. This is the unexpected part of sex with Sam, the part when your bodies are trapped together and your strong, rough Alpha worships you slow and sweet, like a love-sick schoolboy. He lifts himself up, resting on his forearms and gazing down at you like Galileo when he first saw the heavens. You never see these moments coming, just a peek at the tender affection that he doesn’t even know he’s capable of until it pours out of him. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“You think so?” He’s fucked you in every position possible. Seen parts of your body that you didn’t know could experience pleasure clench and tremble, but none of that makes you blush the way you are now.

“You should see yourself.” His eyes roam over your face, as his fingers stroke the line of your jaw. “You’re perfect. You’re mine.”

You kiss him, squeezing your legs around his hips. “I’m yours.”

Sam is your other half. The feeling is so strange; it stretches throughout your whole body. It’s overwhelming, yet makes you feel complete. It has no bound nor length nor depth; it’s just absolute.

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