#and my dad went to a barbecuing course one time
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Pairing: DI!Leon x Fem!Reader
Summary: Leon met his new obsession in the college girl that is his friends daughter.
Tags: Smut; fluff; p in v; oral (f/m); loss of virginity; there's an age gap (i imagined reader being 23-25 and leon 37; he only met her as an adult, so no icky age stuff); breeding kink; a slight daddy kink; innocence kink (both are consenting adults! reader is not dumb and knows about it, and she teases leon with it, like a little minx!)
Notes: this fic has a slight darker theme (VERY LITTLE because a lot would go against my values), so if you feel uncomfortable with that, please don't read it! i have other fics that might be better suited for you! stay safe!
Also, this was one of my old fics!
The city always felt empty to her. Sure, she had her dad with her, but it was always missing something. Her dad is always off to god knows where, probably on his so called “missions”, while she had her studies and college classes.
After that fateful day, Wednesdays became her favorite day of the week, as it was the day where Leon came to a cookout to celebrate one of their missions. With only one look, everything changed - as their eyes met each other, she knew she was his. His gaze gave her chills, the blue of his eyes showed a sea of emotions that she couldn’t pinpoint. He gave her a passing smile, and after that, hurricane Leon was a part of her day-to-day life.
At first, Leon wasn't really present at the usual football dinners or barbecues her father was used to having after every successful mission.
After some weeks, the man and her dad became close friends, since they fought together, saving lives. Her dad, however, had no idea that Leon wanted to fuck the brains out of his “treasure”. Whenever he had his famous barbecues on Sundays, he missed how hungry Leon looked at the girl, how her pretty dresses flowed, and always teased him of seeing the parts that he really wanted.
As their friendship grew, so did Leon's feelings. He felt like a pervert because of their age gap, but it was impossible to resist her smile, her laughs, her curves and her personality. He saw how the perverted fucks of the agency looked at her, and it always made him want to shoot every single one of them. He craved to claim her, showing her around as his, showing that these poor idiots would never have a chance with her. He knew that was impossible, until her dad died, so he did the best thing he could think of: he gave her gifts.
Whenever they went on long missions, Leon bought dresses, creams, perfumes and lingeries to give to her. Of course that the last items were a secret between him and her. It was really tough, but whenever he saw her wearing the special gifts, his heart and cock were pumped full of blood.
So, he asked her, as a courtesy, to always model to him in private her gifts. She loved it. Leon looked at her with adoration, and such a penetrating look, that she couldn’t quite figure out the emotions behind them. But god, if she didn’t lose herself in his arms whenever he hugged her, and he touched her body as if he was inspecting his gift: her. Those were her favorite times, because she always came home with wet panties and hard nipples, so desperate for his touch.
Because of her father's protectiveness, and her hectic life, she had no experience, whatsoever, but she wasn’t dumb. She knew of the game of attraction they played, and knew how her so-called “innocence” turned Leon on to the point where his cock got too hard to touch. She wanted him to go crazy on her.
Leon was also aware that she wasn’t a hopeless innocent woman, it was all a fantasy that she happily indulged him every time.
After some time, some rookies got admitted to the D.S.O, and they casually made their way to the usual hangouts. She felt excited to have new faces in the usual events that her dad holds, but consistent socializing always tired her out. Because of it, she usually secluded herself in her room for some time - and her dad knew all about it, so it wasn’t news to him.
In one of the events held at her place, Leon returned from the bathroom and she was nowhere to be seen. The man grew worried, and went in looking for her. As he opened her bedroom door, he saw his pretty baby laying down tired on her bed. He approached her, caressing her head “Are you okay, baby girl?”
She nodded, smiling softly at him “Just overwhelmed, don’t worry about it”
His heart softened, and went to sit on her bed, pulling her sideways on his lap. The older man's arms wrapped her in a tight hug, and shushed her.
He pressed gentle kisses at her forehead, trying to make her feel better.
“You always know how to make it better, don't you?” She giggles, then nuzzles her nose in his neck. Fuck, she could feel herself getting wetter from his scent.
The man laughs at that, and he could also feel his cock hardening. He realized he had the perfect moment to have her to himself, and he wasn’t crazy to waste the opportunity. “You didn’t model to me the clothes you are wearing, darling” His hands move up her legs, massaging them slowly.
She looks at him with wide eyes. “I’m so sorry, I had to help my daddy organize the barbecue today as he was running behind”.
Leon chose to ignore the tingling feeling he had whenever the word “daddy” came out of her pretty lips. “It’s okay, sweet thing” He pressed a kiss to her forehead “you can show me now, can’t you?”
She nods at him, then she starts talking sweetly, almost if the previous moment didn’t happen with that disgusting man. “Well, my dress you gave me last summer”.
He hums, passing his hands all over her body, feeling how the fabric behaves against her soft skin. “I remember it, pretty girl. Love seeing you wear it” His nose glides against her throat, creating goosebumps on her sensitive skin.
She giggles at his comments “that’s why I always wear it.” She feels him smiling at her neck, then keeps going to the most interesting part to both “and i’m wearing the pretty panties with the pink bow, the ones you gave me recently”.
He smirks, his voice getting huskier. “They are your favorite, isn’t it? Show me, sweet baby.” His hands move up her thighs, raising the hem of her dress to her waist.
She opens her legs slightly, so he has a better view. She prays he can’t see her arousal, she doesn't want to come off as easy, but it’s just too damn hard to resist him. The panties were her favorite for one thing only: how soft they feel. The white fabric was satin-like, and the bow on top made her pussy look like a gift wrapped for Leon's delight.
His hands start massaging her hips, fingers passing through the fabric, not low enough to touch her clothed pulsing clit. His fingers trace the bow, and the hem of the garment, feeling how temping such little fabric can be. He couldn’t help but snicker as whenever his hands moved a little bit lower, her legs seemed to open a little bit more.
He pressed kisses on her throat now, rewarding how much of a good girl she is, showing herself to him, becoming a needy slut in his lap as soon as he touched her. “Good job, sweet girl. I’m so happy that you like my gifts.”
One of his hands moved to the top of the dress, tracing the pearl button in it. After some moments and soft whines from her, he moved a little bit to the side, tracing delicate circles where her nipples are. “Where is your bra, baby?”
Her pretty face hides in his neck, and she quietly murmurs “Didn’t want to wear it with this dress”.
With that, like a hunter preparing to feast on its prey, he smirks, and tells her with a condescending tone: “Oh, my pretty girl is not wearing one now? Is it too much with your pretty dress, baby girl?”
She nods and gives him a pout, knowingly starting that seduction game they played. Her cunt was wet and needy, pulsing for him. She was sure that it was red and puffy, and Leon was all aware of it.
He tuts, one finger circling her nipple, other two lowering dangerously to unexplored places. “It’s okay, darling, you are always so good, let me think for you, okay? I’ll treat you well, not like any other man out there, angel”. He proceeds to lightly trace his fingers to her lower lips, going up and down, not pressing any force, just traveling his fingers to her precious pussy.
Her slick starts to wet his fingers further, she now fully lays on Leon’s chest, legs wider than ever. The soft moans and whimpers leaving her mouth were music to him, his cock pulsing to fuck her and stretch that delicious hole open. Maybe she would even let her fuck her other puckered hole. Even imagining his seed seeping out of her holes made him go insane, but he had to be patient, give to her slowly, get her addicted so she comes back for more.
He whispers sensually to her ear, voice dripping with lust “Feeling better, sunshine? Or my needy, spoiled baby needs more?” his fingers don’t stop tracing her pussy over her ruined panties, sure that her slick was drenching his pants too.
“C-can I have more, Leon? Please?” She begs him perfectly, his eyes roll back in his head, finally hearing her say his name in that desperate tone.
“Let’s take off these panties, baby. We don’t wanna ruin them, do we?” He helps her remove the fabric, and his mouth watered at the sight. He had never seen a woman, in his entire life, be so wet and puffy for him like she was. He knew that after today, he would spend his entire life buried deep in her womb. His fingers traced lightly her naked pussy, admiring, collecting her slick, completely hypnotized.
His fingers gently touch her entrance, gathering her juices and spreading all over her sensitive place. After getting it lubricated enough, he traced slow circles in her clit, and her body seems like it went through a shock, back arching and hands going to his hair. She moaned his name softly, making groans leave Leon's mouth in satisfaction.
“Open your dress a little bit, princess, let me make you feel even better. My baby deserves it” She proceeds to open the top of her dress, her boobs spilling out. His free hand moves two of his fingers to her mouth, muffling her moans, to not attract attention, and wet them so he can pleasure her beautiful tits. She sucks his fingers wantonly, as his fingers circle her bud faster.
After some time, his fingers leave her mouth so he can finally abuse her neglected nipples, the slick from her saliva still present on his fingers. She had to bite her lip hard, eyes tearing up from pleasure. The man is in cloud 9, seeing her succumb to him so easily.
“Is my princess feeling good, huh? Love seeing you like that, baby, you’ll come for me every day from now on, okay? I’ll give everything to you, make you only mine. Do you want that, angel?” His fingers start moving just right, and she is stepping each second closer to the edge.
She can only give him desperate nods, the knowledge he wants to do it everyday fuels her further with desire - she was already obsessed with him. It takes Leon to start pressing kisses to her throat, and she unravels on his fingers, coming with his name on her mouth. “Leon, I’m coming, o-oh god… f-fuck…”
“That’s it my angel, fuck, how delicious you look. Come for me, and I’ll give this to you forever, okay, sweetheart? My fucking baby, from now on” his fingers move slower, letting her ride the waves.
She sits on his lap panting, heart beating fast, rosy cheeks showing the great work out she’s been through. The man kisses every inch of skin he can reach, completely satiated from seeing her spent body because of him.
He lays her down on her bed, then grabs one of her pink towels to softly clean her wet delicious cunt, pressing a kiss on the skin at the top. He grabs one of the babydolls he gave to her and dresses her up, kissing her arms, legs and neck again, making the girl give him soft giggles.
Lastly, he presses kisses to her forehead, and whispers to her ear “go to sleep baby, have sweet dreams, my love”. And she obeys him, letting soft beard patches and calloused fingers guide her to her dreams.
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One month after the barbecue, Leon didn’t make any advances on the girl again, letting her reach the peak of her desperation. He had seen the looks she gave her, and even if it was hard to ignore sometimes, he had to lay low to not raise suspicions, and maybe tease her some more.
He entered the kitchen and saw her cooking the sides to help her dad with feeding the guests. As she stood cooking on the stove, he watched her silently, every inch of him burning with lust. He comes behind her, placing his hands gently on her hips, his lips moving against her skin. “I really missed you, pretty baby.”
She gasps, momentarily forgetting about the food, but not turning to him “Hm, not enough as you ignored me”
His hands start massaging her hips, giving her a reassuring smile. “Sorry, baby, but we have to lay low, you know that” His hands now caressing her cheeks “After you help your dad, we can slip away from the guests and I'll reward you for being my special girl, how does that feel?”.
Her eyes light up, and she nods excitedly. He chuckles at her eagerness, and presses a loving his to her forehead, letting her be.
Oh, how fun this night is about to be.
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They mingle with everyone at the barbecue, having some D.S.O agents and some of the neighbors from around.
As she was washing the dishes, Leon was behind her every second of it, taking advantage that the kitchen was secluded from the hangout spot and pressing kisses to her neck and praises to her skin: “such a good girl”, “so obedient”, “so perfect”. She couldn’t help but feel her hands trembling a little bit as she did the dishes, she was hoping he forgot about his little “show”, otherwise she would have to show him her ruined panties pressed on her cunt. God, she was blushing from shame.
As she finished washing, before she could say anything, his raspy voice whispered to her ear, hands now touching her hips again. “Gonna model f’me today, sweet baby?”
She gulps, nervous and excited: she couldn’t say no to him when his voice got like this. Ever since he touched her a month ago, she tried to chase that feeling again, every day having to hump her poor little pillow, to try to reach bliss again. Sadly, only he seemed to have the knowledge for that, causing her to go to bed with a wet needy pussy. “Okay…” her pretty voice was meek, playing coy with him.
The man smirked, as he had of an idea why she was shy. He gently grabbed her hands, giving her a reassuring smile, guiding her to his bedroom. As they got there, he sat on the edge of bed, legs spreading to accommodate her body between them. He starts passing his hands on her body, sighting heavily in pleasure, after denying himself of her body for days. “This dress is new baby, where did you get it, hm?”
She smiles at him, her redness still on her cheeks “I bought it when I went to the mall with my friends.” She twirls for him, the wind showing her pink panties hugging her bottom. He bites his lip, and gives her a smile “I like it, sweet thing. Looking like a princess, aren’t you?”
She giggles, and wraps her arms around him, her pretty face hiding in his neck again. She shines beneath his praises. “Thank you, Leon.”
He presses a chaste kiss on her cheek, his rough hands passing in her hair. She is his sweet little baby, he would take his sweet time with her sweet young body. “Lay down in bed, sweet baby. Need to check you entirely”.
She lays down for him, their bodies not at the edge of the bed anymore, fully laying down. He gently removes the straps on her shoulders, kissing every inch of her skin as the fabric passes by. She was breathing heavier now, he could sense how aroused she was. He pushes down the top of her dress until it reaches her waist. Her pink bra is shown to him, one that was one of his gifts for her. “Such a pretty bra, sweetheart. You always look so pretty in it.” He whispers as he traces the item.
He unclaps her bra, her perfect breasts at show to him. His mouth latches to one of them, while he pinches her other nipple. He rolls her buds with his tongue and fingers, the only sound in his room is her desperate and quiet moaning. “Oh god, Leon!”
He switches his fingers and mouth, giving both her delicious nipples the same treatment. When he is done, both are hard and sensitive, ready for more. He had to stop himself, or he would lose control way too quickly. He had to enjoy the night, after days of not listening to his needs.
Her doe, glazed eyes look at him, watching him as he watches her. His hands start to go lower, to the end of her dress. He raised up the clothing, and he groaned at what he saw: her matching panties ruined from her slick, her perfect lips pressing at the wet fabric. “Oh baby, did I do that?” She nods to him, her blush coming back. “Let’s take these out, hm?”.
After her consent, he removes her panties and dress too. Just like last time, her center was red, puffy and gushing. He sighs at the sight, and traces her lower lips gently, easing her into the sensations. Her quiet whimpers were heard, fuelling him to finally go a little further. Just using his thumb, he circles her clit, enough to make her feel good, but still not enough to make her cum. His mouth presses kisses to her neck, leaving love bites to her chest: his claim hidden, their lustful little secret.
Her mouth forms and forms an “O”, and her hips pick up the pace, following his thumb, drunk on so little. The agent smirks to her neck, thumb applying just a little bit more of pressure. She wails louder, her juices soaking his sheets too. “Oh, baby girl… I have been mean, neglecting you, haven’t I?” As she agrees, he gives her a hungry smile, and whispers “no more of that, okay?”.
He crouches between her legs, spreading them apart, and flattens his tongue, licking her cunt. Her body arches at the new feeling, it was something she never felt before. He oscillates his movements in pressing his tongue in her, and sucking her clit to his mouth. Her moans get louder when he enters one finger in her hole, fucking it nice and slowly, letting she get used to it. His mouth doesn’t stop, distracting her from the intrusion. As she got used to it, he added another finger, wanton moans leaving her.
She clutches his hair, it was too much, too much, making her orgasm closer. After days of not getting anything from him, his tongue and fingers pressing into that spot get her to her edge in no time, and she gushes in his face, Leon swallowing it all with low grunts.
He goes to her face, and they finally have their first kiss, marked by her taste and their hunger for each other. He gently wraps his arms around her, letting her shaking body come down, while still connecting their mouths together. He parts to press kisses to her cheeks, murmuring soft praises: “did so good, baby girl”, and “such a pretty girl, all for me”.
After she calms down in his arms, he kisses her again, gently this time. He whispers to her, afraid of breaking their bubble: “that felt good, sweet thing?”
She answers him with an eager nod. At that moment, she was putty in the man's hands, he could ask her anything and she would do it, so he took advantage of that. “Baby, wanna make me feel happier?” he already knew her answer to that, but still had to ask. As she consents again, he starts unbuckling his belt, then, opening the buttons on his pants, not taking it off, it would be her job, after all. He stands before her, letting her sit on the edge of the bed.
The girl looks at him with wide eyes, hopeful and eager to please him. She had an idea of what he was proposing, and she was a mix of nervousness and excitement. He only motions with his head, and she proceeds to take off his pants, his hard, throbbing cock springing free. Her mouth salivates looking at him, ready to please him in any way he asks.
He looks at her with a warm smile, then orders: “Take it baby, it’s yours. I’ll teach you how to do it”.
Not one moment later, she softly grabs his dick, tracing it and admiring it. He sighs, finally relieving himself from all this teasing he had to endure for a long time. He was gonna reap what he sowed. “Put the tip on your mouth, princess, it’s gonna feel even better for me”.
She obeys the older man, sucking his tip lightly. She was clumsy at first, not knowing how to move her tongue, but as she heard his grunts, she fixed her movements. Her soft hands jerked what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, she must’ve done something right, since his grunts turned into moans and huffs. “That’s right baby, suck me dry. Let me fill your mouth, angel.”
As she’s gotten braver, more started to fit in her mouth, hollowing her cheeks like he ordered. Her tongue traces the vein in his cock, and his moans began to get deliciously louder. Although still uncoordinated, her pace gets faster, and in minutes he rips her away. She was so into it she didn’t even notice how Leon looked: he was panting, sweat forming in his face, that was slightly red. “Got me so close baby, you were wonderful”.
She is happy at the praise, happier as he kisses her again - now their mouths had both the taste of them. Like a starved animal, the man gets on top of her, grabbing every inch of flesh he could come across. The kisses were desperate, but still filled with care for her. “Will you let me put it in, sweet baby? Will you let me make love to you?”
Her breath hitches, suddenly nervous. She knew that was coming, but an idea is different from the reality. He notices her nervousness, and slows everything down. He was eager, yes, but she was his baby, and he would take care of her whatever the circumstances were. “Hey, pretty girl, it’s ok if you don’t want to, I promise i won’t be mad-”
Her eyes widened “no, no, no! I really want it… I just don’t wanna disappoint you”. Even if she was naked, she felt exposed to him now. He smiled at her, pressing gentle kisses to her mouth “honey, you would never let me down. Everything we’ve done by now already feels like a dream to me, pretty things like yourself are never present in my life.”
Her body relaxes at the reassurance, and with a more confident smile, her arms wrap around his shoulders, letting him get on top. “Thank you, Leon. I’m ready”.
He hovers her smaller body, putting each of her legs on his hips. He could see her needy wet cunt gaping, desperate to have him. He grabs his member, and slowly pushes into her entrance, drawing heavy breaths from both of them. He slowly inserts more and more to her, checking her reactions, watching if it was too much.
On her end, she was going insane. Her previous orgasm, as well as his fingers helped her. There was a stretch, but it was such a pleasant one. They could feel him opening her tight gummy walls, the slow insertion being heartbreaking for both of them.
As he is fully inside her, he gives the pretty girl a break. “That’s it baby, it’s all in. Did such a great job, letting me get deep inside your pretty hole” he whispers caringly in her ears, waiting for her to adjust to his size.
“I’m okay now, Leon. Please move” her sweet voice begs for him, how could he ever deny her?
He starts moving slowly, letting soft whimpers leave her juicy lips. “Fuck, baby girl, you are swallowing me. I knew your cunt would be this needy, I knew it.” He kisses her passionately, his hips rocking slowly into hers.
Her gasps and moans fuelled him, picking his pace. His body lowers into hers, chest to chest, fucking her throughly, looking directly in her eyes. “My, baby you look so good like this, drunk on my cock. Gonna give it to you everyday, I promise.”
If anyone saw her face, they would tell that she was high, but she was walking on clouds. His big cock made her so full, she finally felt like something was right in her life. That’s where she should be: underneath him, taking what he wanted to give her. “Oh, Leon, please don’t stop…oh god”.
“Won’t stop, baby. I’mma keep fucking you deep, just like my pretty girl deserves.” his hips pick up the pace, now sitting on his toes, arching her hips, making him finally reach that little spot inside her. Her moans are hard to keep down, but she bites her pillow. “Found it, baby. Gonna keep hitting it, darling.”
She now resorted to grabbing hard the sheets, boobs bouncing with his movements, he drilled into her in a way that brought tears to her eyes, she was overwhelmed in pleasure.
His cock throbs inside her, he wished to keep going for a long time, but the vision was too much: her sweet pussy enveloping him, creaming his cock with her juices, while her breasts move on her chest at his force, all that by chanting his name over and over again. One of his hands reaches her swollen red bud, circling it as he fucks her, hoping to make her cum as fast as he will.
“Leon, oh god I’m cumming, oh god, oh god, oh god, please don’t stop!” Her desperate moans are muffled by her pillow once more, her beautiful legs shaking around his hips. He grunts in response to her “that’s it baby, get your cum around my cock, let me paint your pretty insides, fuck, you are only gonna walk around dripping with my cum”.
After a few moments of this, she clamps hard around on his cock, her walls throb, and she cums around him, leaving a nice white ring around his shaft, his title being let out on a final scream. Feeling that, it triggers his own orgasm, making her clamp down harder as she feels him coming inside her “fuck angel, fuck, you are my baby girl, mine, only mine”.
His hips move slowly, letting both come down from their highs. He lowers, torsos touching, giving her a final passionate kiss. He finally stops moving, but remains kissing her, caressing her hair. “Good job, sweet thing, my pretty girl. You make me so proud” he lays beside her, putting her head to rest on his upper chest.
She nuzzles his neck, basking in his affections. “Thank you, Leon. That felt so good”.
Leon realized that they didn't have much longer to keep away from the party without being weird, but he figured she deserved a calm relaxation.
Finally, he was hers and she was his.
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BEING JOEL'S WIFE AND BECOMING A MOM TO SARAH 🩷 - HEADCANONS
No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader
A/N: Sarah is a toddler here ❤️
When you and Joel started dating, he was a little weary of letting you meet Sarah; it was nothing personal, but he didn't like the idea of introducing someone to his daughter and have her attached to them just to walk away from her
Sarah had already suffered enough having to grow up without her mom, so he didn't want to take any risks and you obviously understood everything, you never wanted to force things up with Joel and Sarah and you were also a little anxious about meeting her… what if she didn't like you?
But whenever you were out on a date with Joel, he still talked about his daughter, telling you how she was like and what she enjoyed doing and you loved how proud he was of his little girl, you could tell he was an amazing dad and she seemed like a wonderful girl
And even if you didn't know her, whenever you were out with Joel, you always bought a few things here and there and asked him to take to her, whether it was a box of chocolate, or maybe a cute blouse or a puzzle because he always bragged about how smart his little girl was
And that always made Joel soft, he didn't understand why you did it if you hadn't met her yet, but he was thankful you were so sweet to her without even knowing her
And you explained to Joel you were already fond of Sarah because of him and the adorable things he talked about her
And after that, he decided maybe it was time for you to meet his baby girl, so when he threw a barbecue for the 4th of July, you were among the guests he'd invited
And that's when you first spotted Sarah, she was playing with some other kids from the neighborhood, you'd seen pictures of her, but none of them prepared you for how pretty and adorable that tiny little princess was
Her laugh was adorable and she had warm brown eyes like her dad, and you were sold right there, she had got your heart without even talking to you
Of course you'd brought her some treats like you often did, and Joel was happy, knowing his daughter would love it
He was busy with the barbecue when you noticed Sarah fell roughly onto the floor and scrapped her knee. You saw how it happened but you weren't close enough to prevent her from falling, but you still rushed to her and felt your heart breaking the moment her little eyes glistened with tears, a small sob left her mouth
You picked her up in your arms and carried her to the kitchen, sitting her down and looking for something to wipe off the blood and a band-aid
"Can you get my daddy, please?"
Her small voice broke the silence as she watched you curiously; Sarah was an outgoing kid, but she was usually used to have her daddy around her all the time
You nodded and stroked her cheek, your thumb drying her tears kindly, standing up to go get Joel, she held your hand with her small one and asked your name, which you informed
"So you're the nice lady who sends me gifts? Nice!"
She said adorably and you two engaged on talking about the favorite treats you sent her
Joel watched your interaction as he was walking into the kitchen and felt pretty happy to see how well you two were getting along
After that, you went to Joel's more and more often, always spending time with him and Sarah
You would spend hours helping her with the homework, doing puzzles, playing dolls or baking cookies
And it didn't take long for Joel to need your help in babysitting him when he couldn't finish a job earlier or needed someone to drive her or pick her up at school
Once you went to pick her up and saw how she was sobbing, those her little hands tried to wipe her tears as fast as they appeared
You left the car and rushed to her, worried someone had harmed her or just been mean
You asked what was going on but she didn't say anything at first, she just sobbed as you wrapped your arms around her small body and pulled her closer
You thought maybe she would fight your embrace, but she didn't, in fact, she clung to you more and more and hid her face while you cuddled her and tried calming her down
You decided to call Joel because you were running out of ideas and didn't know what to do to soothe her, but she finally looked up at him and told you what was going on
Some mean girls from her class made fun of her because they were rehearsing for the mother's day presentation and Sarah didn't have a mom
Your heart shattered with how cruel those kids could be, and even more so when Sarah looked at you with hopeful eyes and asked you to go to the presentation
You immediately said yes and after that you went to all of her school presentations with Joel
When you finally married your husband Joel, you had a private conversation with Sarah, she was gorgeous wearing the flower girl dress and you asked her if she would like you to be her mommy officially
She squealed in happiness and said yes
And from that moment on, not only you got yourself a handsome husband, but also a beautiful daughter
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rio getting to know shy reader but realizing she far from that now that’s she’s getting comfortable with him.
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He's Right
I hope you like this! I made it hella suggestive at the end. Please let me know what you think! I just started this show Rio is literally my baby daddy but I'm only like four episodes in so I'm if it's too out of character.
Likes and reblogs are very appreciated!
Pairing: Rio (good girls) x shy! black! reader
Warnings: cheating, mentions of traumatic past, cursing, suggestiveness at the end, reader has a boyfriend
I need him in a way that isn't natural, I need him in my draws NOW.
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"Can I help you with anything sir?" Rio glanced up, his sharp eyes leaving the book he was examining. The Lord of the Flies or some shit. He was sure he read it in school. But that didn't matter. What mattered was the woman standing before him. His eyes flicked to her neckline, seeing the star shaped necklace around her chest. That right there was perfect, telling him everything he needed to know about her relation to his target.
The woman was the younger sister of King Jericho. Otherwise known as some lame ass pimp who made the mistake of stealing from Rio. And no one steals from him and gets aways with it.
He still remembers how he was sitting with Marcus in a McDonald's drive through. Marcus was eating chicken nuggets, getting barbecue sauce and shit all over his mouth. Rio was telling him to take it easy, then he heard chiming. His phone rang, and Mick told him that their man went ghost. And when they couldn't find him, that meant they couldn't find Rio's money. And THAT was a problem.
So to make a long story short, Rio had to go the long way and go to his family. Mom sent him and Mick packing, dads dead. Only person left was his sister. And that led him to the gorgeous brown skinned woman before him.
"Of course you can, mama. I need help, I'm looking for King." His eyes scanned over her entire body, looking for something, anything, that could get him some help. Her brown eyes, and long eyelashes blinked at him but they didn't show fear or recognition. Instead she stared patiently waiting for him to continue. Nothing, time to try something else.
"Is that a series? Or an author? Do you know the genre?" Trying her best to do her job, he watched her reach into her side for her walkie talkie. So she didn't know about the King part, time to check if she knew about Jericho.
"Nah, it's none of that. I'm looking for Jericho." And there it was. The second the words left his voice in his usual charming manner her eyes filled with panic. Goosebumps appeared on her brown skin and one of her hands flew to her hair. He noticed for the first time that it must be a wig, black hair was in waves down her body and parted down her middle. For some reason her shiny hair was oddly enticing to him. Her teeth sunk into her plump, glossy lips and Rio's eyes flickered over them.
"Like...from the Bible?" Her soft voice was like music to his ears. If only that sentence wasn’t so stupid.
"...The Bible." He repeated while narrowing his eyes. Either he was being played for stupid,which was not a smart thing to do or she was stupid. He wanted to believe the woman he just found attractive even for a moment wasn’t an idiot.
“Nah girl. I think you know what I’m talking about.” Placing the book that was still in his hands on the table behind him. Her chest was heaving quickly and she was clearly beginning to panic. Rio moved his eyes up to Mick, who was looking at a cookbook with Snoop Dogg on the cover. With a wave of his two fingers, Mick began to intercept her escape.
“I don't, I'm sorry. I don’t think I can help you, maybe you should check somewhere else.” Slowly turning on her heels, she walked head first into Mick. His solid chest stopped her, and nudged her glasses further up on her face. Stepping back she softly groaned and readjusted her lenses.
“Now, this looks like an interesting book. Can you tell me what it’s about?” Rio asked, sitting down and Mick led her to put her plump behind, that Rio noticed when he saw her through the shop's window. She nervously took a seat. While clenching and unclenching her hands on her skirt, Rio watched her with observant eyes. With a glance, he motioned to the book attempting to get her to tell him the truth. With a shaky breath one of her manicured hands reached for the book.
“It’s Lord of the Flies. It revolves around this group of British boys who are stranded on an uninhabited island and try to govern themselves. Things go bad really really fast.” Her brown eyes met him once more and he smirked. In response, she looked down at the table and snuck two looks at him.
“Oh nice nice, it got a nice ending n shit?” With a swift nod, he hummed. He kept his eyes trained on the golden star dangling from her chest, probably bought with Rio’s money.
“Alright, here’s the deal. Your brother’s a bitch. He stole from me and ran out, and I need to find him. And I need you to tell me where he is.” She swallowed thickly.
“And who exactly would you be?”
“My name ain’t important moma. Just know, I know you. I know your mom, I know your auntie and your grandma, I know your boyfriend too. You mom is vicious, she sent my ass packing and told me to try you next.” Her eyes got wider and wider with each sentence. He’d probably be shocked too if his own mom sold him out. Her brother had always been trouble for her. At least that’s what he gathered. She’s had to get him out of trouble more than once. Mostly out of trouble with men, going on dates and what not for his sake. No way they weren’t talking any more.
“Look, I don’t know anything about my brother. I haven’t talked to him in like 3 years! I can’t help you. Whatever debt he’s got with you, I can’t settle it.” With a scoff and a sigh, Rio rolled his eyes lightly. Her eyes went wide at his laughter, her finger digging into her nails. She was afraid of him. He didn’t like that, but that brother of hers seems to have gotten her involved with a lot over the past few years.
“Relax, ma I ain’t gonna hurt you. I just need you to tell me where he is.” Her head shook quickly, her hair flying around wildly. She was still denying contact.
“That’s a nice necklace. You enjoying 21?” Her face went stiff. Her mouth opened slightly to respond, her glossy lips parting. Then they shut quickly as he saw tears well up in her eyes. He was right. The necklace was sent to her apartment by her brother exactly one week ago for her 21st birthday.
“I can’t help you. I don’t know where he is, this didn’t have a return address. It came in an Amazon bag! I mean, if I could I’d help you but I can’t do anything for you gentlemen.” She was trembling in her seat, and two tears escaped her eyes. But if she could receive something from him, she could learn exactly where he was. And given he had no leads, he had to settle for asking her to find out for him.
She was crying like he had threatened her, and he partially imagined what type of people she had been around to warrant a reaction like this.
“Look ma, I just need you to stop crying. Can you do that?” He asked and she nodded, wiping tears from her face.
“I can’t just let you go though. Your brother sent you something and I need you to find out where he sent it from. That’s it. Tell you what, put this book on hold for me. Imma be back tomorrow, with enough to pay for it. Nothing’s gonna happen to you, I just need you to learn this for me.” He slid out of his seat, leaving the trembling woman there and she placed her face in her palms in dismay.
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“Shit! What the fuck Rio?! You just break into my fucking house, you couldn't give me a phone call?” Growled the woman in a slightly drunken anger. She turned on the lights next to the door and kicked off her heeled shoes. His eyes looked up and down her curved figure and she glared at him. Rio let out a laugh and his head lolled back on his shoulders. He was sitting on the back of her couch, petting her black cat who purred gently. Rio already found out that her cat adored anyone who fed her.
“Well yeah baby. We still haven’t found your punk ass brother.” Her eyes rolled hard into her head, and she threw her purse down and came around to the couch. Plopping down on her couch, Rio looked over at her soft skin covered by her golden dress.
It had been about two months. Two months since Rio went into the bookstore she worked at. Two months after the third day he entered the shop and she informed him that she found him. Then when he got there and found Jericho skipped out once again. And from there, something about her kept Rio coming back to bother the shy woman. Except she wasn't what he thought at first.
The woman slouched on the couch right next to him was vulgar, loud and proud, abrasive and more. She cursed at him, cursed out the TV, cursed out her mother and grandmother and boyfriend. She cursed out Rio. She was perfect for him. She was nice to him, despite their off putting first meeting. She put him in his place when she felt he needed it. She wasn’t afraid to tell him to shut his goofy ass up in her exact words. But still, sometimes he’d look at her and she looked just about ready to fold for him. And Rio liked that shit.
Now in a golden mini dress that she wore, with body glitter all over her breast was enticing Rio. She smelt like a mix of vanilla and a bar. In truth, if she could find her brother for him he didn’t care anymore. He could find him on his own with the clues they found at his last known location. In fact, soon enough they’d get their final location. He just liked bothering her. And it wasn’t like she was even bothering to look for him anymore. Last he asked she told him to suck her dick, she wouldn’t be searching for shit.
“What’s wrong baby, you have a shitty night?” He asked, taking one of his large hands and cupping her face. He noticed her thighs pressed together with intense pressure. A smirk came across his face, and ran a thumb over her stained lips. She leaned into his touch and he waited for his answer.
“My boyfriends being a cunt again.” She sighed and her cat jumped into her lap, patting his paws on her soft thighs. Rio wanted to do that too, boyfriend be damned.
“Oh yeah?” He asked his hand itching down to her neck and his pinky scraping over the chain of that star necklace. That same necklace that pushed them to meet. Her eyes stayed glued to his, as she glanced up at him with wide eyes.
“He’s going on about not trusting my friendship with you. Then he told me to get the fuck on, since I didnt want to dance at the club. He was like ‘oh you rather dance with that other nigga?’ and I was like ‘he’s not a fucking pussy, he could probably dance better than you’ so he told me to fuck off and I left him and told him not to come home tonight. You’re the other nigga in question. The niggas trippin, he keep bitching about it. He says he knows you wanna fuck me. He’s being a bitch, it’s making me want to cheat on him.” Suddenly he smirked at her. She raised an eyebrow, still feeling the heat of his hand on her throat and rubbing her thighs together.
“And what if I told you he was right?” His hand was now lightly around her throat, and he brushed pieces of her curly afro out of her face with his free hand. Slowly she began to process his words. Then a wicked smile crossed her face and she licked her lips.
“You should do something about that then.” Her voice now low and seductive, as he saw sparks of mischief in her eyes. He leaned in and pressed his lips against her soft ones. They pulled away for a moment and he lightly squeezed her throat harder. Licking his lips, he tasted the liquor and her strawberry lipgloss.
“I’m about to show you what else I’m better than his ass at.”
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some sense
part2 of ‘how to treat a girl’
pairing: dbf!joel x f!reader
warnings: smut (mdni), thigh riding, degradation, spanking, fingering, edging (kinda), unprotected piv, creampie and lots of pet names
after you and joel's night you both promised not to tell anyone. not a single soul. but you didn't talk if this was a one time thing or not.
it was another barbecue night of your dad and his friends, including joel. they were drinking their beers, talking, laughing and eating as you sat at the table with them, eyes fixated at joel with a beer in your hand while he acted like you didn't even existed. it broke your heart of course but it pissed you off more.
you got up from your seat and got upstairs to your room with no one noticing because they were too into their own conversations. you went in your room to change into something else that you knew would drive him crazy. an almost sheer white top along with a mini skirt that covers so little.
when you got downstairs you sat on joel's leg, almost on his lap, since no one would think anything weird about it knowing that he has known you since you were a kid but well and also they were arguing about something so you were out of their mind.
"what are you doing?" joel gritted behind his teeth.
"just sittin'. you good? you look a bit red."
"you know what. don't be a fucking tease and sit on your chair." he said demandingly.
"im good here, thank you!"
you wrapped your arm around his neck and softly scratched his beard making him moan softly. you could see that he was getting mad and impatient. his breathing was heavy, his eyes were hooded and his pants were tighter than earlier.
"go upstairs. im gonna fuck some sense into you, you little brat."
you waited on your bed for him, sitting on the edge of it. he stormed into the room and closed the door behind him.
"what were you thinking with wearing that little skirt and that see through top, hm? and teasing me with sitting on my lap, in front of your dad?"
you just shrugged innocently.
you excepted another shut down or him telling you to watch your actions but you felt his hands pulling you by your hips and the other pulling you by your face, making you stand up, his lips tasting like sugar and beer mixing the sweet flavors of the little desserts you made for them. you moaned against his lips looking for some relief while your body ached to be touched by the older man in front of you.
he sat on the bed, with you on his lap. you rode his thigh as he kissed your neck and collarbone. he held your thighs in place, chuckling at how desperate you were for him. he stopped kissing you and just took a look at you.
"who told you that you could ride my thigh, huh? you act like a fucking slut then expect to get some relief off of me?"
he turned you around on his lap, making you hang out off the bed with your clothed pussy pressing on his crotch and legs at the sides of him. he roamed his hands up and down on your legs and ass lovingly...then suddenly a harsh slap came down on your ass making you yelp.
he rubbed the place he slapped, shooting the pain. but then another one came down. and another one. then another...
he was laughing at all the noises you were making out of pain as if it was amusing.
he pulled your panties to the side as he kept spanking you. he ran two of his fingers ok your slit. his thick fingers stretched you out nice as you squeezed around him, arching your back.
tears were running down your face, ruining your makeup, cause of the pain and the pleasure you were receiving.
"joel! joel, please i'll be good! please just stop! it hurts."
"aww my poor little baby... didn't think this thought while you were showing off to me infront of your dad now, did you?"
you shook your head no.
"since you asked so nicely..."
he grabbed you from behind and threw you on the bed, on your back. his fingers went back to where they were before.
you couldn't breathe and didn't know how you were so close to just his fingers.
"m gonna- can i?" you found yourself asking if you could cum for him knowing you would even if he said, you were way too close to stop yourself now.
he took his fingers out of you, leaving you empty and unsatisfied.
he unbuckled his pants and pulled them down just enough to free his thick, hard cock. then he took of your panties.
he stretched your pussy wider than his fingers even with just the tip. he lined himself up against your wet hole and you couldn't help but shake underneath him looking at how big he was again.
"gonna fuck some sense into you like i promised, sweet thing." he mumbles as he slides himself slowly into you getting a whimper from you as he filled you up. you gripped the sheets mumbling about how big he was.
you were panting when he finally bottomed out. he didn't wait a second before he slammed himself into you mercilessly. you couldn't breathe anymore. the older man was letting out cuss words and moans as he fucked you senseless. he was pulling you into him by your waist as he thrusted into you beautifully.
you could barely think as he fucked you. you lost your thoughts and could only think about joel and how good you were feeling. until you heard a knock.
"are you ok sweetie? i didn't see you going upstairs." it was your dad.
"y-yeah! i, uh, just needed to lay down. 's all."
you expect joel to stop but he didn't even slow down. he was thrusting into you in an animalistic pace, not minding your dad behind the door.
"do you know where joel is? he just disappeared."
"n-no...idea!"
he hummed and walked away from your room. your eyes were wide as you realized close you were to getting caught.
he noticed you slipping away from him so he grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulders so they rested on there. you could feel your orgasm coming.
"joel, im...gonna-"
"go on sweet thing, milk my cock."
screaming as his finger circled your clit harshly, pushing you into an orgasm just as he flooded your womb with his cum with no more than a grunt of satisfaction.
finding it too tiring to go to the bathroom, he used one of your shirts to wipe whatever spilled out of your pussy, making sure to be gentle and to press a kiss on your temple every time you whined like a baby.
"let's get you in bed, hm?"
he changed you out of your tight shirt into something more comfortable and pulled the blanket on you. as he walked up to the door you asked him where he was going.
"need to go back downstairs, doll."
you groaned softly, wanting him to stay.
he came closer again and kneeled infront of the bed. he placed a soft kiss on your lips. so soft that you barely felt.
"your daddy can't know about this, y'know." his voice was deep and serious despite the small smile appearing on his lips as he looked down at you.
"no shit."
"night, doll."
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What to Expect | Chapter 10
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synopsis: Jake thinks about his future in the Navy as your due date draws closer. What was supposed to be a joyous last day of school, ends up with a call you never wanted to get.
word count: 2.8k
warnings: pregnancy, cursing, topgun shit, missions, end of the school year sadness, Jake's PTSD,
Jake had missed being in the middle of the ocean and being on the carrier. He sat on one of the decks, looking out at the waves crashing against the carrier, and feeling the salty breeze against his skin. He wondered if his little girl would like the ocean and the beach as much as he did. Jake smiled to himself as he looked down at his boots. He never realized how much he could miss home. Of course he always missed you while he was gone on deployments or detachments, but he filled the time with flying and hanging with his friends. But now, the only thing he wanted to do was curl up with you and nuzzle his face into your bump.
“There you are,” Payback said, snapping Jake out of his thoughts, “Been searching the whole damn place for you. Mav wants to go over flight stuff.”
“Yeah, sorry, lost track of time,” Jake said, pushing himself up from the ground. Payback held his hand out and helped pull him up, “Thanks, man.”
“No problem. How’s the lady?”
“Good, tired of being pregnant.”
Payback chuckled, “Man, I remember those days. When Nina was pregnant with Jay, I thought she was going to kill me by the eighth month.”
“How do you do it?” Jake asked, “Being away from them. I mean, my daughter isn’t even born yet and I’m half tempted to take a jet and fly home. Does it get easier?”
“No,” Payback said honestly, “It doesn’t. And when you see your little girl for the first time, you’ll be all too prepared to retire as soon as possible. But, the longing makes you love coming home even more.”
“Aren’t you sad about what you miss?”
“Of course, that’s part of being a parent. But it makes the moments when you are there even more special.”
“Thank you,” Jake said and Payback clapped him on the back.
“No problem. I gotta welcome you to the Dagger Squad Dad’s club. I’ve been the only one for too long,” Payback joked and Jake chuckled.
“I’m guessing my welcome gift is a pair of new balances and a barbecue set.”
“Oh for sure.”
Maverick was less than impressed when Jake and Rueben walked into the briefing room late. He got right to work on explaining what their next task at hand was. The whole point of the detachment was for security and training opportunities. The last time they really had a chance to be on a carrier like this was during the Uranium Mission. This time, there was no immediate threat or enemy that they had to be weary of. It made Jake somewhat less worried and nervous about being away from you.
“Hangman, Rooster, Fanboy and Payback,” Maverick called out the pilots’ callsigns, “I want you all on deck ready to go for flight plan B. Two singles and a team flier.”
Jake looked over at Rooster who clenched his jaw. The two of them had hardly spoken unless it had something to do with the mission. Everyone could feel the tension between them, it was a bit awkward and heated. Jake had tried to make amends with Rooster for the sake of the mission, and for your sake too, but Rooster had no intention of making nice with Jake.
The pilots agreed and were dismissed from the briefing room. Jake went right to the computer lab, going to check his email for what was probably the tenth time today. It was the only form of communication he had with you back home. You had promised to send him pictures and updates as much as you could. Though, things weren’t really changing as you entered the 32nd week of your pregnancy. Jake’s green eyes watched the loading bar cautiously waiting for the screen to pop up. A smile came across his face as he saw a brand new email notification from you. Attached as a picture of the newest ultrasound and your growing belly.
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“Are your boobs leaking?” Your sister Stephanie asked. You looked down at your light blue shirt and groaned, “Is that normal?”
“Apparently,” You grabbed a paper towel and dabbed at your breast. It had only been a week since the Daggers left for detachment. Your sisters Stephanie and Gia decided to come back and visit while your dad was away on this detachment. Even though your mother had been well versed in the life of being married to a pilot, it was still hard to be alone. Gia hadn’t seen you since you moved back to San Diego, and you had been dreading the moment.
Gia wasn’t always the nicest sister, being the middle sister out of the three girls (her and Dylan were the official middle children). Gia always strived to be the star of the family, wanting to be the one that carried on the Kazansky namesake in the army. She wanted people to think of her when they thought of ‘Kazansky’ not Stephanie or Dylan or even you (before you said you weren’t going to join). To her, you were the angel of the family, the sibling who could never do wrong. You got what you wanted, you had Ice’s attention constantly, you were the true star of the family. And Gia hated it. She always had a way of making you feel less than everyone else. Even now, as fully grown adults.
“Have you talked to Jake?” Stephanie asked.
“No, I haven’t,” You sighed, pulling your jacket over your body the best you could. You thought weeks ago you couldn’t get any bigger, but you were quickly proven wrong.
“He’s probably busy,” Stephanie shrugged, giving you a warm smile.
“Or banging a shipman,” Gia said as she walked into the kitchen. You sucked in a breath and Stephanie glared at her, “Is that why you two broke up?”
“Gia, really?” Stephanie scolded, “Enough of that shit.”
“What? Just pointing out the fact that he’s a cheater and you’re having a child out of wedlock,” Gia grabbed a grape off the kitchen counter, “How is the rugrat?”
“Busy,” You mumbled as Baby girl moved around inside you, “Still breech, but they said that’s normal.”
“Hope you don’t have to have a c-section. The scar will ruin your perfect skin complexion.”
“Can you say anything nice today? Or do you have to be such a bitch all the time, Gia?” Stephanie crossed her arms over her chest and glared at her sibling, “Seriously? What’s the deal?”
“Nothing,” Gia shrugged, “Just nice to see the perfect princess’s plans finally getting put off track.” Gia winked at you before walking out of the kitchen like nothing had happened.
You tried hard not to cry, but you couldn’t help letting a few tears slip down your cheeks. Everyone knew damn well that a baby before marriage was not in your plans. You had always talked about your fairytale wedding since you were a child. A dress like Princess Di’s, a big cathedral decorated with beautiful flowers, a beautiful ring placed on your finger. After marriage you wanted to spend at least two years doing just married couple things like traveling the world and settling in a new house, getting a couple of animals before kids.
You almost had that with Jake. You had the house, the animals, the plans in the works of getting married, but it all halted when Jake came home from the Uranium Mission and told you the lie of his infidelity. You had suddenly found yourself having to rebuild a dream that had been destroyed. You wondered if that was even going to be possible, you didn’t think that you could ever find a man like Jake. And then, you got a second chance at the dream life you wanted to have, just in a different order.
“Hey, don’t listen to her,” Stephanie said, frowning at the tears on your cheeks, “She’s bitter cause Steven is being sneaky again, even though she kind of deserves it.”
“She doesn’t deserve that shit,” You sighed, “I know how it feels and it’s horrible. Even though she’s a bitch, she doesn’t deserve to be cheated on.”
“And this is why you’re everyone's favorite,” Stephanie said and booped your nose. You rolled your eyes and stood up from your chair.
“Oh, um. . . the teachers at school want to throw me a small little baby shower. It’s just like cake and ice cream, kinda more of an end of the school year thing,” You said, “Jake won’t be there so-”
“Of course I will be there!” Stephanie yelled and threw her arms around you in a hug. Stephanie was always the hugger of the family, something she clearly got from your mother. You tried to not tell her about certain events or awards you got because she would always pull you in for a bone crushing hug. You were suddenly very thankful that your belly was in the way of her crushing you.
“Oh my god, I should bake cookies!”
“Yeah, you do that,” You said and walked out of the kitchen before you could get sucked into baking way too many chocolate chip cookies.
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The end of the school year always made you a bit sad. Spending nine months getting to know students, watching them grow and learn over the year. You loved summer and the time off, but you missed seeing the smiling faces of your students every day. Usually, what kept you going through the summer and the end of the school year was the fact that you would still see your old students when August would roll back around. Except, this year was different. You wouldn’t be coming back to school in August. You weren’t quite sure if you were going to come back at all.
The idea to be a stay-at-home used to never be something that you liked. You didn’t understand how your mom could stand being home all day with four kids. You had even asked her if she would do something differently if she had the chance, and she told you that she was happy with the way her life was. Jake had never pushed the idea of that on you, either. He viewed raising children as an equal thing between mother and father. In fact, he even thought about staying home and raising kids just so you could still go teach and do what you loved. But you both knew, with his job, it would be nearly impossible.
So you contemplated just staying home for the whole year. Knowing that Jake could possibly be deployed at a drop of a hat, you wanted to be prepared for that to happen. You knew that it would be nearly impossible for you to come back to work after spending five months home with your little one. Jake knew that he was probably going to cry on his first day going back to work after his paternity leave was up.
“Miss K?” You looked up from your desk to see Owen standing in front of it, “We have a card for you.”
“You do?” You asked. You had put on a movie for the kids to watch in the last part of the day before early dismissal. What you didn’t realize while you were trying not to cry about having to take down the decorations in your room was that your kids had made a card and were passing it around the room for each of them to sign. Owen nodded and you paused the movie, standing up and walking to the front of your classroom.
“Miss Ortega helped us write it,” Joy, one of your second graders said. You made a mental note to give Alyssa a hug later.
“You told us we might not see you next year, and it made some of us sad,” Owen said, “And then we saw you get sad about it so we decided to make you a going away card for you and the baby.”
You took the card from his outstretched hands, “To our favorite second grade teacher,” You blinked back tears as you opened the card, “This year you have taught us a lot; how to read chapter books, the regions of the United States, standard multiplication, and how to build the perfect paper airplane,” You chuckled and wiped a tear away, “We will miss you next year, and wish we could have you in third grade. We wish you and Baby K the best. Love, your second graders. And every single one of you signed it.”
You took a deep breath and held the card to your chest, “You guys are awesome. I hope that one day this little one will be as awesome as you.”
“Can we give you a hug!?” Amelia shouted.
“Of course. Very gently, group hug,” You said and 30 some second graders came speed walking up to hug you. You laughed and hugged them all tightly. It really did break your heart to have to say goodbye to this class, probably more than years passed.
When the school bell rang, you stood by your door, giving each kiddo a hug and a small goody bag on their way out the door for the summer.
“Miss K,” Owen said. He was the last one in the line, “Can you give something to Mister Jake for me?”
“For sure,” You said and Owen handed you a piece of yellow paper that had been cut like the wings Jake had given him earlier in the year. You smiled, and Owen wrapped his arms tightly around your waist.
“I’m going to miss you,” Owen said.
“I am going to miss you too,” You said, and then kneeled down to Owen’s height, “Don’t let anyone tell you that you aren’t special, okay? You are a very special kid, Owen.”
“Thank you, Miss K,” Owen said and you nodded, “Bye Miss K and Baby K.”
“Goodbye Owen, have a happy summer.”
You stood up as Owen ran down the hallway towards the front doors of the school. You sighed, and turned around, looking at your now empty classroom. All the kids had put their chairs on their desks and taken their name tags off. You had given them anything in the class that had their name on it, which left it looking pretty bare. Your lip quivered and you bit back a sob. Shaking your head, you shut the door, you weren’t able to look at the room anymore without crying. Jake had already agreed to help you clean everything out when he got back.
“Hey,” Alyssa said, stepping out of her room down the hall, “You okay?”
“No,” You sniffled, “I’m seven months pregnant, my baby daddy is in the middle of the pacific ocean, and your card made me fucking sob.”
Alyssa giggled and put her arm around your shoulders, “I’m going to miss coming to bother you during lunch.”
“Oh don’t you start,” You pushed her arm off of your playfully, “Let’s go. I want cookies. Stephanie has been perfecting her recipe since last week.”
The staff break room was decorated with balloons and streamers, not only for you but to celebrate the end of the year. Your colleagues were all sad to see you go. Even though you had only been there a year, you had quickly become one of everyone's favorite teachers. Your kindness was infectious, and even teachers from other grades were coming by your room for a quick chat. You were thankful for having such a good team by your side.
A couple of the other teacher moms gave you some gifts. You got a couple of books, onesies and diapers. It made you sort of realize that you hadn’t started really buying anything for the baby, and time was running out. Alyssa could see the look of panic on your face, and made sure to add things to the registry she and Phoenix had started for you. Stephanie was getting along greatly with some of the teachers, which surprised no one. She was always the social butterfly, and get along with anyone and everyone.
“Are you ready for the baby to be here?” One of the fourth grade teachers, Mrs. Donohughe asked.
“Can you ever be ready for a baby?” You asked and she chuckled, “I feel somewhat ready. I’ve had things like the crib and dresser and rocker delivered. But besides that. . . I think this is my first package of diapers I’ve gotten.”
“You have time to get all that. Might not seem like it, but you will,” She assured you.
You sucked in a breath as your phone went off. You smiled seeing Jake’s name and contact photo flash across your phone. You excused yourself from the group, and waddled out into the hallway. You swiped to answer it, and let out a sigh.
“Hey, I’ve been waiting to-”
“Sweetheart,” Your eyebrows furrowed at the sound of your dad’s voice. You pulled your phone away and double checked that it was in fact Jake’s phone number.
“Dad? What-Why do you have Jake’s phone?”
“Sweetheart,” Ice sighed, “There’s been an accident.”
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14 BBQ party with toman please
Prompt 14: BBQ
Event
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I hope you enjoy!
Toman chatted happily as they caught up, Draken and Emma with their six month old and takemichi proudly telling everyone about he and Hinas babe to be.
With adulthood came responsibilities and with responsibilities came lack of time so they liked to have hangouts to catch up, today being perfect for a barbecue.
And (name) was nervous.
(Name) and Mikey had broken up after high school, Mikey going into competitive racing and days apart became weeks and (name) had begun university and Mikey broke it off.
And it destroyed (name).
And now he was being dragged by Mitsuya to the event.
A lot of things happened to (name) in the few years since he saw everyone.
Like the kid on his hip.
A one night stand, the mom died at childbirth... Now he's a dad.
"Hi!" Little Shoyo said excitedly as (name) knocked on the door to Drakens house, Draken looking at the small boy wide eyed.
"Holy shhhhake and bake" Draken caught himself as he looked at (name) and the small boy who looked like sunshine incarnate "glad to see you again (name)" Emma said hugging the man "and who are you?" She asked sweetly and Shoyo proudly puffed out his chest "my name is Shoyo!" The boy proclaimed and Emma smiled at him "well come in! No good outside!" Emma ushered them in and Draken took the case of beer cans from (name) "good choice" be said happily and (name) was led to the backyard.
Everyone was chatting as (name) came in, if Mikey wasn't holding his nephew he would have dropped right there.
(Name) looked good.
But who was the kid in his arms?
Everyone greeted (name) and little Shoyo happily and the orange haired tot quickly became friends with "uncle Baji" as the black haired man insisted he call him and began playing with Pochi and Baji introducing the boy to everyone as (name) spoke with his old friends.
"You got a kid!" Smiley said pointing to the small boy who was walking sunshine.
"Yeah..."
"Where's his mom?" Hina asked and (name) chuckled nervously "she's uh she's not with us"
The group looked solumn "I'm so sorry"
"It's all good! It was a long time ago"
The adults continued talking as (name) kept an eye on his toddler who got a hotdog from Pah, the boy thanking him sweetly "so where have you been?" Hakkai asked and (name) looked shy "after university I got hired in another country and took the offer... Came back a few months ago"
"Well we best see you and our nephew more often!" Peh said loudly and (name) smiled "of course, were setting our roots in Tokyo, I found a kindergarten for him and everything"
(Name) trusted his toddler to be left with his aunt's and uncles as he went to the restroom, following Drakens instructions.
Draken and Emma's home was nice.
Homey.
"Oops-- sorry!" (Name) halted as he looked at Mikey "oh... Hey"
The two men looked at each other awkwardly "you look good' Mikey mumbled and (name) nodded "saw you won that race"
"You saw that?"
"My kid loves your races"
"So you're married?"
"O-oh no, single dad life" (name) joked and Mikey nodded "so you're back in Japan?"
"Yup... So how are things?"
"Good good.."
Both men were awkward, (name) thought the hurt in his heart would have gone away but seeing Mikey... It was like it got hurt all over again.
"So he likes my races?"
"Yup, huge fan-- he's also a big fan of volleyball, I signed him up for toddler volleyball and everything"
"You're a good dad"
"Thanks..." (Name) said and the men chatted awkwardly and Mikey had to admit he still had feelings for the other and he wouldn't deny the aggressive jealousy he felt at the concept of (name) possibly married.
"Papa! I got a meat bun!" Shoyo squealed and ran to his dad, (name) snorting "how you manage to get those is beyond me" he ruffled the tots hair and Shoyo noticed Mikey and stumbled back shocked "papa! It's him!"
"Yeah this is papas...friend"
"Whoa"
"You wanna see my bike?" Mikey asked the small boy who looked wide eyed "can I papa!"
"Sure but listen to everything he says ok?"
"Ok!"
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Can I request a drabble 31. “Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.” with Santi? ❤
Don't Tease Me
dbf!Santiago "Pope" Garcia X Reader
I know you didn't specifically say dbf!Santi, but I had this in mind for him so I went with it. Hope you like it!!! <3
Tags/Warnings: NSFW, fingering, age gap (both adults), dbf!Santi, it's Santi with his best friend's daughter so it's a little immoral but we stan.
Word Count: 788
Santiago Garcia, your father’s best friend and former squadmate, sat next to you on the couch in the living room on football Sunday, and he kept looking at you. You knew why he was looking. Of course you knew. You’d worn that short skirt on purpose, the one that hardly covered anything. You knew that your ass was on display for him and that he could probably see the red lacy thong in between your cheeks.
The look he gave you was made of danger. He was telling you that if he got you alone for even a second, he was going to have something to say to you. This wasn’t, after all, the first time you teased him like that.
There was the time at dinner when your dad and Santi had gone to the living room after you all finished eating and you were doing dishes. Santi came in to get another beer and saw you with your shorts pulled up between your cheeks for his pleasure. Then there was the time that you excused yourself from a barbecue in the backyard and you changed into a bikini before going back down to bathe in the hot tub, conveniently placing yourself right next to him.
Most recently, though, Santi’d had enough, and pinned you against the wall. Your father had dozed off during a football game last Sunday and you went to the bathroom. When you walked out, Santi was in the hall.
“I know what you’re trying to do, cut it out. This is ridiculous, you’re my best friend’s kid.”
Now one week later, your dad was in his recliner, fighting off sleep while you leaned on the arm of the couch, proudly displaying your rear to his best friend. When half-time came around, your dad went to grab more beer in the kitchen.
“Shit outta beer,” he said, “I’m running to the store, you two need anything?”
Santi looked at you with a borderline evil glare, “nope, I’ll be right here. I’ll keep an eye on…for you.”
When your dad left and closed the door behind him, there was an awkward silence in the air. You were sitting up straight now.
“You think you’re funny or something? Huh? Dressing like that? Acting like…what are you doing.” He asked as you scooted forward.
“Santi, he doesn’t have to know.” You stood up and shimmied off your thong, tossing it on the floor.
Santiago gulped, looking you up and down.
You chuckled, “Santi, your eyes are already saying yes…” you walked forward, straddling him. He placed a hand on both of your hips, “now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.”
You were taken by surprise when he grabbed your shirt and pulled you in for a bruising kiss. He was quick, bringing his thick fingers under your skirt and rubbing them along your clit. You moaned into his mouth.
“Is this what you wanted? Huh?” Sant asked through clenched teeth before sliding a finger into your dripping channel.
“Y-yes, Santi!” You cried, tossing your head back.
“Good…fuckin’ brat.” He said before pushing his other finger in.
His fingers were surely coated, you’d been soaking wet since he’d arrived, just waiting for this opportunity. You wanted his cock so badly, but knew that would have to wait for another day. You felt lucky you even got him to finger fuck you on your dad’s couch. You knew he’d wanted this too, you could see it every time he looked at you, he just wouldn’t fucking act on it, until now. Finally.
“Who knew you’d turn out to be such a little tease, huh? Walking around, wearing your little skirts and thin shirts.”
He shifted, pushing you down to laying on your back on the couch. He climbed over you, keeping his fingers inside and looking down at them as he kept fucking them in and out of you. You arched your back, angling his digits deeper, feeling your body becoming numb under his touch.
“S-Santi I…”
“You what, fucking say it…” He kept pumping into you
He was grunting, clearly enjoying this too.
“Santi I’m going to come…f-fuck…ah.” Your cunt crushed his fingers while he continued gliding them over your walls.
“There you go, cover your dad’s couch sweetheart. Good luck explaining the mess to him.” He kept going, even when you were too sensitive and screaming for him to stop, until you both heard a car door close.
The look you exchanged with Santi was one of terror, but by the time your father walked inside, you had retrieved your panties from the floor and you were waving at him on your way to the bathroom, hoping he didn’t suspect a thing…
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The first years with a boyfriend was literally so cute! I kinda want to request something sort of based off it?
If it’s not too much, can I request a one shot with Ace bringing his boyfriend over one day to meet the family and at the same time comes out that way? And his family is super supportive and accepting.
pairing: ace trappola x male! reader (he/him)
word count: 1,019 words
warnings: n/a
notes: hi anon! i'm so happy you liked that post. i'm happy to grant you a sweet, fluffy one shot of mc meeting ace's family for the first time!! for ace’s family, i went with the names charles (his father), judith (his mother), and etienne (his brother).
happy pride month!!
coming out was difficult. for everyone, of course. ace was fortunate to hear mostly success stories from his friends when they came out and he was sure his parents would accept him for who he was. but there was this feeling in his gut that made him feel extremely unsettled. something was going to go wrong. he knew it. and it made his body physically sick.
“ace! you’ll be fine!” it was as if you read his mind.
“(y/n), it’s a lot more complicated than that.” he was blue in the face from nervousness.
“well from what you told me, you have a good relationship with your family. i’m sure nothing will come of harm.” you gently take his hand as he stops in front of a house with a red roof. ace takes a deep breath as he hears laughing and chattering in the backyard.
“they must be having a barbecue for today.” he says. “maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. i bet my other family members are here-”
“let’s go! we traveled all the way here!”
“yeah! and i’m hungry!” grim exclaimed, resting on top of your head. “it smells good!”
“must be my dad. he’s not just great at magic tricks but he’s also great at cooking. does most of it actually.” ace laughed before his face fell. “alright well...here goes nothing.”
the two of you walk to the white picket gate and open it, stepping into the backyard space. it was a lot bigger than you anticipated. there were chairs everywhere, plenty of people who you easily recognized as ace’s family since they shared a similar hair color or eye color. people were laughing, drinking, eating food. there were little kids running around (cousins you presumed). it seemed to be a celebration of some sort. a child stopped upon seeing the two of you and smiled. “ace!” he yelled.
the noise immediately died down, everyone turning their heads to look at the two of you. your legs suddenly felt like jelly and grim’s fire suddenly felt too hot for you to handle. they were staring at the two of you, holding hands. you saw an older man who looked very similar to ace cross his arms and ask, “ace, who’s this?”
“uhhh...well...” ace could feel himself begin to sweat. everyone was looking at him curiously. “this is my boyfriend, (y/n) (l/n). we’ve been dating since...december i think?” he turns to you for comfort.
you smile and nod vigorously. “yep!”
ace turns back to his family. “yeah. and (y/n) has to spend the break at nrc all alone and i didn’t want him to be alone so i thought it would be nice for him to...come along with me.”
his gut waited for the worst possible reaction.
instead, there was a sudden rupture of cheer which you were not expecting. you heard plenty of comments along the lines of “he finally found someone serious!” a woman emerged from the crowd. “oh ace! come here!” she immediately brings him in for a hug.
“ah! mom!” his face goes red.
“oh how i missed you.” she turned to you. “and you must be (y/n)! and is this the beast i’ve heard about?”
“the name is grim-sama!” grim sits up on your head.
“it’s a pleasure to meet you mrs. trappola.” you let out a surprised sound when she brought you in for a hug.
“call me judith! oh and that’s my husband charles!” she gestures to the man at the grill wearing a gingham red and white apron. he waves.
“hey (y/n)! you have any dietary restrictions? we have a ton of option!”
“oh that’s sweet! i am very hungry. do you have a tuna patty for him?” you point to grim.
“i would have to check the fridge. harrison! go check the fridge!” he exclaims.
“fine uncle charles.” a teenage boy reluctantly puts down his video game console as he goes to check the fridge for a tuna patty.
“hee hee you’re the best (y/n).” grim snuggles up to you.
“of course. anything for my favorite creature.” you pet his head. “alright ace- ace?” your boyfriend had disappeared before you spotted him being hounded upon by his aunts, uncles, and cousins (especially the baby ones).
the older version of him approached you. “hi. i’m etienne, ace’s brother. i’m sure you’ve heard of me.”
“oh yes! i have! ace talks about you all the time!” you exclaim.
“it’s nice to see that ace loves someone enough to bring them to our home.” he smiles. “but, if you want my opinion, i bet you’re too good for him.”
the comment made you laugh. “isn’t that how we all feel sometimes?”
“yeah, true. would you like something to drink?”
“a lemonade with sparkling water?”
“lemonade soda! coming up!”
you sit with judith and etienne at a table with one of the teenage cousins having taken your bags inside while ace tends to the cousins to talk about how much he’s changed at nrc. you were busy detailing the disastrous details of your first date which his brother shook his head, muttering, “that’s ace for ya.”
eventually ace plopped down in the seat next to you with a glass bottle filled with soda. “great seven! i’m already exhausted!”
“you are the favorite cousin. the kids love you!” judith takes a sip of her water.
“yeah but like, i shouldn’t have to babysit them and stuff.” ace chugs down his soda.
charles takes a seat next to judith, wiping the sweat off his forehead. “whew! i can relax for now. the steak’s cooking and we also found a tuna patty for your little friend.” he gently pats grim’s head.
“i am not a pet!” he exclaims.
“so, anyways, (y/n), i trust my son has been treating you well?” charles raises an eyebrow.
“yes he has! i couldn’t ask for anyone better.” you lean against ace’s shoulder and he leans into your touch.
“good. it means we’ve set a good example. so now, how are my son’s grades? i don’t trust him to tell me.”
“oh great seven! come on!” ace groans.
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gimme your spitfire hcs babey…….😏
Lmao YOU already know basically all my hc, there's not much I can write you don't already know. But it's nice having them on my blog. So sure why not!
Attention and Power
Spitfire loves being the center of attention, a trait she and Rainbow have in common. Unlike Rainbow she doesn’t shout to get it and she lets her aura speak for itself instead. And usually it works - she has an enormous presence once she enters a room.
She loves being looked at in awe and she loves the feeling of power. She’s not one to abuse it though – she cares about fairness and equality, especially later in her years. But she does like the feeling of having power, both in everday life and especially in the bedroom.
Empathy/Drive to Win
If Spitfire wants something, she gets it. She will turn everything upside down if she has to and has an insane drive to get to her goal. This mostly appears in wanting to win and wanting to be the best. It may appear in other daily situations though.
When she's in her drive, she tends to be egocentric and forget about how she affects others. Her tunnel vision may hurt others in the end, something she's usually not aware of until later. She doesn't want to hurt anyone and if she sees she did, she will usually apologize immediately and see the error of her ways. But it's definitely one of her worse traits.
Motorcycles/Machines
She is BIG into motorcycles. Not much more to say. She has a fascination with machinery and owns two or three bikes. That’s it. That’s the headcanon. I’m just a sucker for women on bikes.
Outfits
Spitfire usually wears black and little to no color. It goes well with her love for Motorcycles, usually wearing leather or black jeans and boots. And of course always her signature Aviator sunglasses. Her wardrobe is largely giving off a cool vibe.
However, she does love to shock people and be given attention, as mentioned the upper segments.
When she took over the Wonderbolts as the youngest captain thus far and being a woman, she received a fair share of rude comments. Mostly about her energetic demeanor and rough behaviour not making her look feminine enough and her being called ‘basically a man’. This didn’t sit well with her. Out of spite and out for revenge to anyone saying that about her, she decided to go all in for her first annual Wonderbolt hosted event. Her gala dress was as revealing as could be, showing off her back and hugging her body tighter than anyone expected. No one expected high heels from her either. She went all in with her feminine side and it paid off – no one dared to call manly after that. Sometimes she still likes to show off like that, since it gives her everyone’s attention. It's a rare occasion seeing Spitfire like that.
Family
She’s the youngest of four siblings, having three older brothers. Her dad, a big burly softie, was always hoping for a small girl he could pamper and spoil with many, pink gifts. Unfortunately for him, he receive three little boys. And while he absolutely loves the, he still wanted a daughter. So when the fourth baby turned out a girl, he was crying form joy! Not for long though. Spitfire turned out to be the tomest of boys there could be. She’s rougher, louder and more brutal than her brothers and showed little to no interest in pink or girly things. Still her dad lovingly called her his princess and he spent time with her in her interests. Which included cooking and using the grill. Spits makes a mean barbecue.
Once Rainbow enters the frame and he gets to know her, he's all over her, especially because she's more colorful than Spitfire.
Nicknames
This is freebie for you since the first nickname initially came from you!
I don’t have a hc for Spits’ WB nickname. But I do like the name Spitty, which is given to her by Fleetfoot - the only one who dares to use it. Spits tolerates it for her but she gets seriously pissed if anyone else calls her that. When Rainbow joins the WB and is influenced by Fleets, she uses that nickname as well. Spitfire begrudgingly allows it if she’s got feelings for Rainbow at that point already.
Another nickname of hers is ‘princess’, given to her by her dad. She actually likes this one a lot. Only from him though. She loves it mostly because she loves to humiliate anyone who dares laugh at this nickname and assume she’s a weak girl. She’ll obliterate you in whatever competition or simply intimidate you if you dare laugh at the nickname and make fun of her.
Childhood / Soarin
Spits was a problem child. She’s always had an insane drive to win, something she and Rainbow share. Unlike Rainbow she also had some aggression problems. She never shied away from getting physical, which got her scolded quite some times. It also resulted in her having very few friends as most were scared of her.
In many AUs I love having Soarin as her best childhood friend. I see Soarin as a very soft spoken, almost timid boy growing up. Maybe it was unconventional circumstances but they got along really well after they met. They understood each other even though they were completely different in character. Both always had each other's back. Their friendship stuck until they became adults and both joined the Wonderbolts. Spitfire was the stronger flyer, so she joined one or two years earlier and pretty quickly had a steep career ahead of her. It was never a problem between the two of them though, which surprised most people as well as themselves.
Some NSFW: In some AUs I also see them being platonic soulmates with benefits – for lack of better word. They love each other and would kill for the other. But they are not in love. When younger, they kiss and touch each other, just lay and enjoy each other’s company. And not long after they start sexual activity. They never have ‘regular’ sex since Spits won’t let anyone penetrate her, but they do fuck in lots of other ways and get each other off. They both enjoy it, test a lot of things and always make damn sure the other has a fun time.
Both can feel they aren't meant to be in a serious romantic relationship, so they know this won't last forever – they’re not a couple. But that doesn’t mean they can’t enjoy it. And they'll still always love each other like soulmates.
Dogs
A short one but I LOVE to hc Spitfire adoring dogs. She probably can’t keep them since her job as Wonderbolt captain involves too much of her time. But she just adores dogs and hates that she can’t have one. I imagine she grew up with two of them and misses them dearly. In any AU where she isn’t a WB captain I’d probably see her having two or three dogs.
Rarity
An unlikely friend from any AU that crosses with Rarijack. Spits may usually be masculine/cool in he behaviour but she isn’t ashamed of being feminine. She cares a lot about her appearance (puts a lot of time into getting her hair right and owns a lot of hair products), she loves the spa and getting pampered and she enjoys sugary, colorful drinks – all things that she’s got in common with Rarity.
The don’t get along at first but after Rainbow and AJ are gone, they bond over their common likes and hit it off so well, they even end up meeting up alone sometimes.
Hilariously, AJ and Rainbow both worry that they might fall for each other and get dumped by them. Rarity and Spits aren’t each other’s type at all though, which they both know and clearly state. But they’re surprisingly open with each other and enjoy the possibility to talk about their relationship to someone not from their usual circle and giving another point of view.
Aaand that's it! I love Spits. Spitty. Spitfire. What a woman!
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This is a new au that asks the question: what if the twins were born slightly later? In this au, the twins are six years old, and both parents are there, but there’s a catch - Chucky’s in Nica’s body, and sometimes the twins are babysat by their Auntie Nica whenever their Dad takes a ‘nap’. I just thought it would be interesting, and it’s slightly inspired by a fic I saw on ao3 where Chucky gets pregnant in Nica’s body (I think it was called ‘Crazy Love’? Anyway I recommend it). Nica isn’t in this particular fic, but if I expand this au she might be. With all that out of the way along with my standard disclaimer that goes in front of all the fics where the twins are kids (he/him pronouns for Glen and she/her pronouns for Glenda) - enjoy :).
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Chucky considered himself to be a decent dad. He didn’t want to kill children anymore (not young ones at least, teenagers were still on his list as an okay age demographic to kill) and his approach to parenting was fairly laidback (he let his kids swear and watch scary movies, but only Glenda took advantage of these privileges). Every summer he’d barbecue by the pool in a pair of shorts, and he fully intended to murder the twins’ first romantic partners. By all accounts he was a pretty normal father, except for one small thing - he was a retired serial killer in a woman’s body.
Despite this, he and the kids got along fine. Sure, there were a few jokes made by Glen about being the ‘man of the house’, but Chucky quickly settled that by handing his son their latest bill and asking him to pay it since he was in charge. The six year old immediately gave in.
There was just one part of suburban life that Chucky detested, and that was school pickup. Tiffany worked a lot (personally he didn’t think she could act, but somehow his wife pulled it off) so Chucky always had to pick up the twins from school. And that’s where he encountered the PTA moms. They were convinced that he was transgender (was he? He didn’t quite know what he was considering the circumstances) and a lot of the PTA moms were really transphobic (if he was called ‘Charlotte’ one more time he was going to scream). Luckily, as soon as the twins realised that he felt uncomfortable when he was called a woman, they began fiercely telling the PTA parents that they already had a Mommy, and that this was their Daddy.
After a few repetitions of this and one incident where his darling daughter Glenda bit a transphobe on the arm, he had no more problems. But of course, after such a long period of peace, there had to be some sort of trouble, and that came around Mother’s Day. Chucky always tried to avoid leaving the house on that day, but ‘Jennifer Tilly’ had to be at a red carpet premiere, so the duty to actually parent their children fell to him yet again.
This year there was a new teacher at Glen and Glenda’s school - a teacher who didn’t know about their… unique living situation. When the twins came rushing out school to breathlessly tell him how their day was, they’d barely gotten the chance to warn him about their new teacher before a middle aged woman in a lilac cardigan approached him and shook his hand.
“Mrs Tilly I assume? Your children told me all about you, although I have to admit that you look quite different to how you look in the movies…”
Chucky smirked and said:
“Movie magic.”
Somehow that explanation worked, because if he had to clarify it would still be true, some people did just look different on camera, it didn’t have to specifically mean him.
“Will you be participating in the Mother’s Day race Mrs Tilly? It’s just a bit of fun, but there’s a cash prize of $5000.”
At this point, the twins realised what was happening, and Glen went to speak:
“Actually ma’am, this is our-‘
Chucky clasped a hand over his son’s mouth and shouted over his son’s protests:
“Yes, I’d love to! These are my children, I gave them life.”
He was trying to be really careful about how he phrased things, because he’d taught the twins that every time you lie, a unicorn dies. He wasn’t about to go back on his teachings and claim to be their mother in a very open way. Because what he said was true, he did in fact give them life, and they were his children. Glen and Glenda looked very confused, but neither said a word as Chucky signed the application sheet and led them over to the waiting area. It was here where Glenda hissed:
“But Daddy, you aren’t our mom!”
Chucky merely smiled and reassured his daughter:
“Don’t worry sweetie, I’m great at acting like a woman.”
With these confident words Chucky sat down - and immediately began to manspread.
#chucky#chucky series#childs play#seed of chucky#curse of chucky#cult of chucky#charles lee ray#nica pierce#nica chucky#glen ray#glenda ray#tiffany valentine#human tiffany#human chucky#chiffany#human au#horror#humour#fanfiction
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It's morning and now I'm finally able to talk about the ritual last night! I tried taking some pictures and videos but they're not the best quality because my phone is so old :'( anyway I'll mostly talk in bullet points for the whole thing. The videos will be posted separately. (And maybe pictures if I can't fit them here)
My first ritual and concert was amazing and I totally would want to go again! Seriously words can't describe the experience lol
I saw a lot of cosplayers so that was cool
The weather and heat wasn't too bad once the sun went down and my dad and I got good seats in the shade
I was nervous about having to go through the metal detector because I have an insulin pump but they were understanding and I got scanned by a wand instead.
After we got in we immediately went to the merch and got tour tshirts and I got my Plushia! Here's a picture of him after the concert
I love Plushia so much and I held him up for the concert a bit at first
There were people with kandi (which my dad was surprised about but I was like see I told you lol) and I did a bit of trading! I don't have pictures of the bracelets rn but I got a red bead one that says Copia, a yellow one that says Banana Boy (which I'm unsure of the reference unless it's about.. Aether(?) Eating a banana in that one picture?) And then I got another red one that says Hail Satan lol. So thanks to those people! I hoped you liked mine, they were first attempts ha.
Our seats were good and I sat on the aisle which gave me a good view. The only thing that was annoying is the person sitting in front of us was vaping almost the whole time...
I'm very glad I brought my ear protection... cause it was very needed!
Amon Amarth was great and I even had fun doing the rowing part lol. It was cool to see them fight the inflatable dragon/sea monster and also to see the two Vikings fighting with swords and shields
Once Ghost started playing it was absolutely incredible and I was so excited. Seriously I can't believe I saw Papa in real life!
All the songs were great live. The only thing was maybe the bass slightly overpowered some of the songs? But that could be where I was seated. My body was vibrating so much from the sound!
Here's my pictures
I used to be slightly annoyed by how popular MoaC has gotten but it's absolutely amazing live so I guess you could say my opinion has changed
They played Rats closer to the beginning than I thought they would
Square Hammer and Dance Macabre were so good live! I was definitely dancing the whole time despite my feet absolutely hurting :') (and I wore regular tennis shoes! There were people there wearing heels and platforms 💀 their feet must've hurt..)
I'm honestly really happy that I got to see Copia before anything happens...
He was talking about the heat and then was joking about having an ice cube down his pants and who wants to be the ice cube (which of course the audience all screamed lol)
He also mentioned wanting to go to Franklin's (which is a popular barbecue restaurant here in Austin)
The Ghouls and Ghoulettes were amazing too! Though I still have trouble telling them apart.. I've pretty much memorized all the names but it's matching the name to the Ghoul that's difficult for me
I didn't think they'd play Mummy Dust because I wasn't sure about the confetti situation but they did! And afterwards someone gave me some Mummy Dust! (Picture taken after the concert)
Something I'm a little disappointed about that I did was I checked my bloodsugar after the show and I basically missed their bowing and stuff. (I had to look down at my meter so I didn't really get a good look) I wish I would've waited a bit but that's entirely on me.
Ok now.. time for some slight negative thoughts. This isn't directed at the band though, I'm blaming the venue. But the show honestly felt rushed. There wasn't much time in between songs, the Ghouls cut the holding the note bit short, Copia didn't interact with the crowd as much, he didn't ask us to bark like dogs which I was a little disappointed about lol. He didn't do the usual marijuana bit and just did Mary on a Cross which was odd. And near the end he even said 'we usually do this long spiel about you going home and then encores but we need to use all of our time so we're just going to cut to the point' (not word for word obviously) so I guess the venue was really rushing them.... which sucked. Amon Amarth didn't feel rushed (though I'm not very familiar with them so idk) but anyway negative thoughts aside it still was a good concert!
I'll be posting some videos soon after this post goes up.
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The Marriage Pact
By: TalktomeinClexa
Rating: Mature
Warning: None
Status: WIP
Summary: Two childhood best friends swear to marry each other if they are still single by 34. As the years pass and no one else seems good enough, the deadline approaches. Will they go through with it? Can one marry their best friend and truly be happy?
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Chapter 2: Teenagers Get Confused
The music projected by the subwoofers made the windows of Jasper’s house tremble, announcing the party within a two-hundred-yard radius.
“Jeez,” Lexa said with an amused smirk at the sight of the other teenagers singing and dancing in the front and backyard. “I hope Mr. and Mrs. Jordan are on good terms with their neighbors. It would be a shame if the police came to shut it all down before we get to party.”
Clarke shrugged, her hand already on the front door handle. “Jasp said it’s cool. They are mostly old and a bit hard of hearing. Plus, his parents invite them to barbecues and whatnot regularly, so we should be fine.”
“I can’t believe they let Jasp have a party. Don’t they know him at all?”
Everybody would agree Jasper was a sweetheart with his heart on his sleeve. One of those humans who had to have been a labrador in their past life. Unfortunately, he also retained some of their puppy overexcitement and mischief. A school year wasn’t a school year at Arkadia without him and Monty — his best friend and the other school’s official cinnamon roll — being sent to the principal’s office over a prank.
“I guess they would rather we all party here and stay over than hear about someone getting into an accident on the way back. And don’t forget he roped us all into cleaning tomorrow.”
“Still, I wish my mom were that lax.”
Clarke offered her best friend a sympathetic smile as they zigzagged through the people standing in the living room. Since the divorce seven years before and Drogo’s return to Europe, Dani had raised Lexa alone. And although she trusted Lexa and gave her a fair amount of freedom, as long as her grades didn’t slip, Dani would always be stricter than the Jordans. But then, most parents were, Clarke’s included.
“I know what you mean. I had to bargain with Mom for hours before she let me come. Remind me to buy Dad his favorite cake the next time we go to the mall, by the way. To be honest, I’m surprised Dani allowed you to go to a party knowing there aren’t any adults around.”
Lexa offered Clarke a red cup before grabbing one for herself from the kitchen counter. “Cheers. Honestly, she tried to see if Anya would tag along and keep an eye on us first. But I survived three weeks in Europe with Dad without getting in trouble. And she knows many people drink alcohol below 18 there.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me about those three weeks. It was the longest summer ever without you. Next time, I’ll hide in your suitcase.”
Clarke leaned against Lexa’s side, a pout firmly in place. She was glad her friend had a good relationship with her father. Despite the ocean separating them, Drogo made sure to keep in touch with his only child and often video called and texted. Of course, when he invited her to spend part of the summer with him, Lexa went. But selfishly, Clarke had wished time would move faster — a heresy during the holidays. Nothing was the same without her best friend by her side, and she carried a Lexa-shaped hole in her heart until her return.
“Hey, you know I missed you too.” Lexa wrapped one arm around Clarke’s shoulders and pulled her closer. Between Clarke’s heels and her flats, the size difference wasn’t in her favor, and instead of the kisses she loved to leave on Clarke’s forehead, she placed a peck on her cheek before nuzzling her hair. “I’ll bring you along next time; I promise. Dad won’t mind. He loves you too.”
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Twenty first blog
This week went by incredibly fast, but each day seemed to pass so slowly.
On Monday and Tuesday, I did very little on both days. I happened to have a long series of meetings with my organization on Tuesday of varying subject matter. As usual, I partook in the student help sessions provided every Tuesday (as well as Thursday and Friday).
Wednesday was a bit more interesting as the director had helped organize a rugby training session with a local professional rugby team. Unfortunately, we didn't get to see any of the players, but we did get to train with some of the trainers that train with the players regularly. The kids seemed to like it for the most part, which is really all that matters when we do these events.
On Thursday, we again had a very long series of meetings (followed by the scheduled homework aid for the local kids). Afterwards, we had a session especially for the fathers of the kids that usually attend events. This was the first time we had an event like this because normally it is usually only mothers that come by the location to talk with the workers/helpers. We played pétanque with the dads and had a little barbecue setup
On Friday, I had another average day, much the same as Tuesday. It was slightly exciting because it was our last day before departing for a camping trip that would span from the 27th to the 29th at the Chateau de Castille.
On Saturday, I and four other volunteers accompanied two students for the walk to the chateau. As expected, the kids were quite difficult to walk with and would constantly demand typical questions that a kid would ask during a long hike. Once we finally got there, the kids remained stalwart in being a general bother to us adults - much to our delight.
On Sunday, we had a mock set of Greek games with one of the volunteers serving as a commentator/narrator to help guide the teams. Later, we did something called accrobranche, essentially an obstacle course that you do suspend in trees while attached to a safety cord. I thought it was super fun, but it was quite difficult to do at some times.
On Monday, we had our final day of camp. We went to the beach and saw flamingoes in the wild(I) - sometimes | forget that animals in the zoo exist in the wild as well.
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“Okay, so, new coach — what’s his deal?” The passenger door shut abruptly and brown eyes were on Stede with excitement.
God, Stede loved his daughter.
“Okay first of all — no front seat, you know the rules,” Stede didn’t relent, even after the guttural groan his eldest released, “second of all, where is your brother?”
“He’s—” Alma looked out the car window, “uh…?”
“Alma,” Stede tried to quell the fear in his gut, “did you leave your brother in his classroom again?”
Soon enough, Louis was being walked to Stede’s car behind the hot heels of one Mr. Bellamy, clad in a complimenting royal blue polo and black slacks.
“Sam!” Stede greeted as he rounded the car, Alma sneakily making her way to the back seat to avoid further scolding, “Thank you so much — I’m so sorry to make you wait around—”
“Oh, Stede, it’s not a problem,” and Louis gave his dad a quick hug before hopping into the car. As Stede turned to leave, Sam caught his arm, “did you, uh, get my text? About Saturday?”
Stede smiled sheepishly at him, “I did — I’m sorry, I spent today running around and as you know, Louis’ homework, and I was almost late to meeting someone for coffee and—”
“Stede, slow down,” Sam laughed brightly and Stede couldn’t help but smile, “it’s no big deal! Just wanted to check,” and his hand dropped to smile sheepishly, “this coffee date — anything I should worry about?”
Stede blanked, then blushed, and damn his lightly pigmented skin for giving away his feelings.
“So that’s a yes, then—”
“No— no Sam, honestly,” Stede fluttered his hands in front of him, “I was just meeting with the new coach! For the team!” Sam, having been a mildly interested soccer fan (more than Stede, to be honest) as he played a lot in college, Stede realized his words far too late after they left his mouth.
“So, I can’t coach the soccer team, but you’re fine with someone you’re not seeing do it? Is it,” Sam dropped his voice, “is it because I’m Louis’ teacher? I understand, but Stede—”
“No!” Stede was flushing darker and his collar was hot from all the embarrassment, “I’d rather not discuss this right now, but,” he sighed, “I just don’t think it’s fair when the coach becomes someone I’m involved with.”
And thank god that Alma rolled down her window to shout at her dad at that moment, “Dad, we have homework! You understand, right Mr. B?”
A new found appreciation was then made for Alma’s intuitive (and nosy) nature.
“I’ll see you Saturday?” Sam asked, giving Stede’s arm a squeeze.
Stede’s mouth hung open, “Uh—” he stalled, “the team meetup is Saturday. I’m barbecuing, but,” he didn’t want to have to do this, but he knew Sam wouldn’t let him hear the end of it for at least a week, “you can come, if you like. I know it’s not romantic, but—”
“Sure,” and of course, Sam still looked disappointed, “just let me know the details.”
One thing Stede had a sneaking suspicion of — and it’s a wonder why he was even still seeing Sam if this were true — was that their priorities were not aligned. It had only been a few months, a few dates and maybe a chaste kiss or two, but Stede’s stomach churned. The last time he was around Stede’s friends, that thrumming anxiety never went away.
Saturday needed to come and go as soon as possible. Stede closed the car door softly, eyes straight as he turned the key. He couldn’t look back at Sam, only gave an unthinking look to his mirrors before leaving. In the rearview mirror, he caught Alma’s eyes looking at him, and she smiled (soft and heartfelt, but the gesture didn’t crinkle her eyes like Stede knew smiles could.)
Stede smiled back.
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Intermittent fasting day 9
I went to a restaurant with my dad at 1:30, which was pretty much a dinner for breakfast. It was really good, we had bread with olive oil, halloumi cheese, green salad, and I had chicken with potatoes (the chicken looked like it was barbecued because it looked a lot like the chicken we used to make on our own barbecue at home back in the day). Everything was good and filling and even healthy. I enjoyed it a lot.
I had a late oat breakfast with coffee a bit later because the dinner was so filling. And then I had an egg breakfast with toast before my feeding window closed. So it was overall filling.
I feel like I can keep this up. Obviously with my flight it might get a little messy. But that's only 2 days and not a big deal. I also did not go for a walk because I was a bit tired and wanted to spend some time with my dad. But I enjoyed walking in Cyprus a lot and had an amazing walk last night because it was very self reflective. I obviously do a lot of walking in the US so that's not going to be a hard goal to achieve.
I feel like I am less bloated with fasting. Before eating after I wake up, after my fasting window begins at night, and in between meals. It helped better than probiotics and limiting foods that are known to cause bloating such as salty snacks and carbonated drinks. I will get a little grumbling when I wake up and am hungry. But overall I'm doing okay and will continue to monitor my progress. Bloating was an issue I previously discussed that I wanted my probiotics to take care of, along with anxiety, nutritional absorption, eczema, dry skin, and dandruff. IF I feel took care of the bloating well. I'm still working on anxiety and my skin issues.
I deal with a lot of stress and anxiety and I need to end it once and for all because it is debilitating. I wouldn't be surprised if it contributed to my eczema. Other things I believe contribute are inflammation, poor gut health, needing a detox (pollutants and heavy metals are also inflammatory), trigger foods, and of course stress. But these are issues I obviously want to address just like I did with bloating, along with the nutritional absorption. A functional doctor can help in this case and I will be seeing one eventually.
I was worried that I would be hungry with eating less food, but not with IF. I seem to be doing perfectly fine because I don't have to restrict calories and am craving and eating healthy and filling foods which keep me satiated and happy and not deprived nor nutritionally deficient (causes a lot of hunger). And I'm limiting and restricting calories without knowing it. I'm just doing it in a much healthier manner. I feel like this is more doable than having to workout everyday like I used to when I was eating more. I get tired after work and I personally do not enjoy intensive exercises if I want to be honest with myself. I enjoy walking, maybe I might incorporate some yoga or gentle strength. But not HIIT or sweaty circuits. I even want to reduce my mass both via fat and muscle, so I want to take it easy with the exercise. I also don't want intense exercise to be another addition to my already existing stress. But I'll be okay. Walking and IF are perfect for now.
Tomorrow will be a bit messy because I'm traveling and cannot walk and my flights will mess up my IF schedule especially with the time zone differences. But I'll be back on track.
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Something Stressful, Something Silly
@flashfictionfridayofficial Guess who hasn't really started wedding planning yet? Late posting this I know, I was out until like 2 last night, but since I included your prompt you're getting tagged too.
(Also for Writer's Month day 15 prompt blue. I misremembered neighborhood barbecue as backyard barbecue and included the latter. Sequel for my WIP Close for Comfort.)
I was not doing this for my wedding.
Not that I was going to have a wedding, at this rate, but who knew, Brandon could suddenly realize what he was missing and get back in touch. (Damn it, I had to stop doing that. I told myself it was just a joke, but really I knew it kind of wasn’t.)
But if I found somebody I wanted to marry, I was having it in my parents’ backyard, with sausages grilled by Dad and like ten pounds of various picnic salads for dinner. Julia had said when she got engaged that she wanted a small wedding and didn’t really care about flowers and videographers and all that, and she had still seemed stressed the whole time. At least twice she made jokes that seemed like they kind of weren’t really jokes about eloping.
Here we were getting ready, just me and Mom and her one good friend from college, and Julia was in her dress and her hair was done and her makeup was done and she was stressing about whether she had her something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue, even though that was one of the things she had cared about and picked out very early on. She had this compact mirror from our grandma for something old, of course her dress was new, she’d borrowed a bracelet from Mom, and her earrings were sapphires that were a deep, dark blue.
She was wearing the dress, earrings, and bracelet. I didn’t get why she kept checking them. The compact mirror was the hard part, because she didn’t have anywhere to put it. She’d wanted a dress with pockets, but she didn’t like any of the ones she tried on and then fell in love with one that didn’t have pockets. My dress had pockets, so I was the one carrying it around, so every time she wanted to check if we had it, she had to ask me.
I had already showed it to her like four times when the photographer said, “Oh, I had another idea. Julia, how about you and your mom looking into the compact together?”
“That sounds beautiful,” said Julia, and held out her hand for the compact.
I handed it to her.
Her hand must not have fully been on it when I let go.
It crashed to the floor.
Julia stared at me, and I really genuinely thought for a moment that she was going to kill me.
We were still staring at each other when the photographer stepped in and picked up the compact. She opened it carefully then turned it to face us. The mirror was in one piece.
I let out a sigh of relief, but Julia’s expression did not change. “You could have broken that,” she said, she said in a tone that I would have deserved if I had like, thrown it at her.
“It was an accident,” I said. I didn’t even point out that she’d also had a hand on it when it dropped.
“Be careful with it.”
“I am being careful with it.”
“Clearly,” she said, in an exaggerated voice, giving a disdainful look to the ceiling, “you were not.”
“I was too,” I said, falling right into the sibling-fight pattern.
“I am not arguing with you about this,” said Julia. “Be more careful.” She snatched the compact from the photographer in a way that was not careful at all.
I walked out.
I could not stay in that room and not argue with her. I was also not going to be the person she had a huge argument with on her wedding day.
I knew where we were going to take pictures, so I just wandered out there, figuring Mom would come join me while Julia was doing her first look with Dad. I was sure we’d have to call Jacob to get him over here.
Something like fifteen minutes went by, and then I heard a voice saying, “Hey.”
It was Julia. She sounded a little sheepish. She looked a little sheepish.
“Sorry,” she said when she got close enough to talk quietly. “I know it was an accident. I just would have been really upset if it broke.”
“I would have been, too,” I said. “I’m glad it didn’t.”
“I’m just kind of stressed,” said Julia.
I gave her an exaggerated surprised look. “Wait, you’re stressed? I would never have guessed.”
I hadn’t realized it would sound like a Dr. Seuss rhyme. I was glad it did, because Julia kind of snorted and her eyes were laughing.
She held out the compact. I wrapped my hand around it so she’d know I had it, and didn’t loosen my grip until it was in my pocket.
“Relax,” I told her, and tried something I’d heard once. “At the end of the day, you and Wyatt are going to be married.”
She smiled the kind of lovestruck smile I’d never expected to see on her before Wyatt. Then she said, “And if one of us breaks Nana’s compact, at least we got really good pictures of it first.”
Something occurred to me, and I probably shouldn’t have asked it, but I did. “Did Mom tell you to come apologize?”
“No.” She narrowed her eyes, thinking, then said with a grin I’d almost describe as roguish– not a way I’d ever expected to describe Julia– “I guess I very, very indirectly apologized because of her. I was thinking how she used to tell us ‘You can argue until you’re blue in the face but you still have to be sisters at the end of it.’ And I have my something blue, so arguing until I’m blue in the face is just redundant.”
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