#and jack being a sweetheart is amazing

[zvdvdlvr]

Lolololol imagine Aaron coming home from a case and your little baby girl and jack are quietly reading a book as you lay sprawlrd on the bed hahahaha im normal!

It was out of the ordinary for you not to greet Aaron with a kiss after he set his briefcase down and tossed his keys onto the table. The time was 09:36, so it was safe to say Aaron was mildly concerned about your whereabouts.

He walked slowly to your shared bedroom and heard a tiny voice punctured by some quiet coos. Aaron opened the door, relaxing.

You were sleeping on your side, entire body curved as to keep little Giada constained while you slept. She was laying on your arm as Jack used your stomach as a pillow, reading quietly from a Magic Tree House book.

Aaron felt his heart swell and his eyes water at the sight. When you had told Aaron about Giada, you were worried you would turn out like your parents. But Aaron knew otherwise. You were an amazing wife and an even better mother.

When Jack finally looked up, he lit up. He carefully collected his little sister into his arms and met his dad in the middle of the room to hug him. “Hi daddy!” Jack greeted.

Aaron knelt down. “Hey kiddos,” he greeted, pressing a kiss to each of their forhead’s. Giada bubbled excitedly, reaching up for Aaron. “Were you both good?”

“Yes! We went to the park a lot and I got to hang out with Ricky!” Jack excitedly said.

“Hi Aaron.”

The man looked up, his finger being gnawed on by the little girl in his hands. “Hey sweetheart,” he smiled. “Sorry we woke you.”

Jack climbed into your lap and motioned for Aaron to take your other side.

“‘S alright. Good to have you back, angel,” you said, resting your head against his chest as Giada started clawing for you.

[luveline]

hi can i request girl dad!aaron 🥺🥺 i am such a sucker for him, anything would be amazing thank you so much <3

hope this is okay!! —you have big news for your small family. 1.5k pregnant!mom!reader

When you first married his father, you weren't expecting Jack Hotchner to like you very much. Losing his mom so young, you wouldn't have blamed him for resenting you, or even hating you. You were like a stranger in his home. 

Things are different now. Jack lays in your lap with his head on your shoulder, and maybe he's a little too old for such a coddling cuddle, but who really cares? You love him and you love holding him, and if he wants some extra comfort tonight you're happy to give it. Plus, you have something you've been meaning to tell him.

“He doesn't have real headlights, did you know?” Jack asks. “They're just stickers.” 

You raise your brows at the car on screen. “No kidding.” You brush your fingers through his hair. He's blonde like his mom, though that blonde has turned brown the older he gets. 

“Race cars don't have headlights.”

“They don't need them,” you say. Jack smiles at you shyly and leans into your neck, clearly pleased. 

You're very, very glad that you ended up being someone he loved. It's a privilege to get to look after him, and to be his step mom. In the same way you're lucky to be Aaron's partner and Jane's mom, too. 

“Think dad's made dinner?” you ask. 

“No, he's probably just talking to your sister.” 

Yes, well. You can't blame him, nor would you want him to stop. He talks to Jane like she understands, and Jane, not even two years old, nearly brand new to the world, soaks him in. You can hear him if you strain, the dulcet cadence of his voice under the steady hum of the dishwasher. 

“That's okay, sweetheart, don't get upset,” he's saying, “it's okay. Come here, I've got you.” 

Jane starts to cry. You and Jack give one another the look, apprehensive in hoping it won't turn into a full blown melt down. 

“Honey?” Aaron calls. “Sorry, where did you put her other pacifier?” 

You kiss Jack's hair. “Sorry, bub. Wanna come with me?” 

Jack wants to stay and watch Cars. You wrap him in a throw blanket and make your way into the Hotchner kitchen, where Aaron rifles through the drawers and cabinets with Jane held snugly to his chest. “I know,” he says, “I know. I'll get it.” 

You nudge him aside. You only know where the spare pacifier is because you put away the wooden spoons last night and pushed it back. You fish for it, a ladybug made of glittery red plastic, and Jane's crying slows as soon as you pull it free. She grizzles while you rinse it, but she settles when you hand it over. 

“This is not the best, is it? The pacifiers?” you murmur. 

“She dropped her other one and it rolled under the oven. And no. Not ideal.” He pats her back gently. “As long as she stops before she gets her big teeth, she'll be okay.” 

“Do you think it's a comfort issue?” you ask. 

“No,” he says. You worry about stuff like this constantly, but he knows kids are more hardy, and he isn't worried. “Sorry for making you get up.” 

He hates when she cries; he may see his kids as a hardy bunch, but he takes their upset as a personal failure half the time. His concern for her overrides his concern for you, but in a few weeks that might change. You can't imagine him calling you to find something again when your stomach is round as a honeydew. 

You've been meaning to tell him about that, too. 

You're not secret-keeping immorally, he does want another baby, but you've been having a little bit of fun. He's gone on cases so often lately that he hasn't been able to keep track of you, or your doctor's appointments.

You watch him with Jane, and you think about him with Jack, and you know he's going to be happy. He's told you as much before. 

“My poor girl,” he says, covering the back of Jane's head with his hand and pulling her under his chin. He looks as fine as ever, tall, dark and handsome to a fault. Jane's lips smack as she sucks and digs her teary cheek into his chest. 

You can feel his gaze on you. “Is now a good time?” he asks. 

You shrug. “For what?” 

“To tell me what you're not telling me.” 

“Oh, busted,” you croon, aiming for his shoulder. 

You do as Jane had and press your cheek to his front, your eye forced shut. 

“What do you think it is?” you ask. 

He makes a strange noise. You can practically hear the possibilities for your secret running through his head. His birthday is vaguely soon, so that's what he'll settle on first. But Aaron likes to disregard the obvious as most people do, only circling back to it when there's no other lead to follow. 

“How big of a secret is it?” he asks, rubbing Jane's back diligently. She makes a happy sound, and for a moment he forgets his plight to kiss the top of her head. 

You speak quietly, carefully, because it is big, huge news. “The pamphlets say it’s about the size of a strawberry.” 

He puts his cheek to Jane's head softly, looking at you in confusion. A second, another, and his eyebrows start to relax, rise, a smile on his lips like it's too good to be true. “You are?” he asks in surprise.

Jack appears in the doorway with the throw blanket trailing behind him. “Y/N, when are you coming back to watch TV?” 

“Jack, lovely, come here. I have something to tell you,” you say. 

Aaron grabs your wrist. When you meet his eyes, he squeezes gently. “You're sure?” he asks. 

“The doctor seemed pretty certain, handsome.” You lower your voice as Jack comes to stand in front of you. “Are you happy?” 

“Happy about what?” 

You put your hand on your stomach cautiously, worried about Aaron and how quiet he's being, and if it's as okay to tell Jack as you'd thought, but that action is what gets him. “I love you,” he says quizzically, as though his being happy is totally dependent on the fact. “Of course I'm happy. This is the best secret you could've kept.” 

“About what?” Jack asks, patting your arm. 

You bend down just a bit to see his face properly. “It's a secret you can't tell anyone for a while, okay? The only people who can know for now are me, you, and dad.” 

“Can I tell Jane?” he asks. 

“Yeah, buddy, you can tell your sister,” Aaron says. 

You peer at him from the corner of your eye, both concerned and pleased to see the wetness ringing his waterline, and the tenderness with which he holds Jane close, his thumb rubbing little circles into her back. 

“I'm going to have another baby,” you say. 

Jack's jaw drops. “Right now?” 

“No, not right now! You still remember last time?” you ask with a laugh, taking his shoulders into your hands. 

“You were crying and shouting for dad to hold your hand.” He pokes your stomach. “So it's like Jane?” 

“Maybe one day, sweetheart. For now, it's just a tiny baby.” 

Jack wants to see your stomach. He's expecting a much bigger bump than you have to offer, but you explain that eventually it'll get bigger again, and he seems quite pleased. Aaron makes sure to give him a hug and ask him if he's okay, to which Jack says, “Yes, but can we have a brother this time?” 

You rub the soft top of your stomach. “I'll see what I can do, Jack.” 

Aaron commandeers your attention, kissing you more times than you can count. You don't think you've ever seen him this happy now the reality has truly set in, asking Jane in his murmur, “Do you want to be a big sister?” 

She gurgles around the pacifier, leaving drool in a line down his chest. 

“I know, honey. I'm excited too. Let's clean you up, mm? And make mommy a cup of hot cocoa…” He narrows his eyes at you. “Would you sit down?” 

“I'm only ten weeks, I'm fine.”

“She's keeping secrets from me, and now she won't do what I'm asking,” he says to Jane. “Can you believe it? Anyone would think mommy doesn't like me as much as she claims.” 

You kiss his cheek. “M'having your baby, Aaron, again.” 

“That is a compelling argument.” He wipes Jane's cheek. “What do you think? Should we forgive her?” Jane laughs. He smiles at you, lovesick. You're not sure who for. “I guess we're letting you get away with this one, sweetheart. But no more secrets.”

“None,” you promise. 

[ethernights]

Arthur Morgan Headcanons :3

he’s a killer no he’s my little pookie bear (gn! reader)

I feel like he’s super domestic - that one of his favourite things in the world is just to be at camp with you

Not even doing anything particular he just loves being around you while being safe and comfortable in camp

He most definitely loves cuddles in the mornings. He roles over in the morning and takes in your sleeping form, slowly and tentatively he wraps his arms around you and holds you close to him planting soft little kisses and with his large hands tracing the lines of your back.

“Mornin’ sweetheart” he says as you stir with that handsome goofy smile he never does as often as you’d like.

You plant a soft, lazy kiss on his lips “Morning handsome”. He opens his mouth to object but you shush him and settle down into his arms.

“I don’t want to get up” you mumble into his chest. He lets out a hearty chuckle, “do ya’ want Miss Grimshaw to beat you up?”

You laugh too, “No, but i want to just say here a little longer”

“Me too love. Just a little while longer ok?”

He’s so gentle towards you, not because he thinks you’re fragile but because he’s so afraid of hurting not just you but everyone he cares about.

Is always sketching you, wether you’re looking or not. Even before you got together, he’d have just pages dedicated to you (not in the creepy way) doing the hundreds of different things you do each day.

Pretty sketches of you picking flowers with Jack, with said flowers in your hair, chopping vegetables with Pearson, carrying in kindling from the forest and cutting wood. Anything really - it’s the only drawings that he really loves to look back on, especially when he’s away from camp and missing you.

With your sleeves rolled up to your elbows, you wipe the thin sheen of sweat from your forehead after chopping up some wood for camp - you spot Arthur sitting on his bed, nose in his journal sketching away. When his looks up, his pretty blue eyes meet yours- he adverts his gaze and shoves his nose back into his journal with a blush spreading over his cheeks and nose.

When he sees you walking over to him, he (not very discreetly) closes his journal and places it beside him as you sit next to him.

“What you drawing cowboy?” you smile, noticing the redness of his cheeks.

“I uh, jus’ pretty things i seen” he says avoiding your gaze.

“Can i see?” you ask as he looks a little hesitant.

“I guess-“ He says opening up his journal to his recent page.

You read your name scribbled atop of the page in his pretty cursive writing, however the charcoal drawing of you drawing the axe down into the wood makes you blush a little. The other sketches of your face and side profile make you smile - you admire the scratches of the charcoal against the page, how he captures the high points and the low points of your face.

“These are beautiful Arthur” You say, amazed with his talent.

Instinctively he goes to say some self-depreciating comment, not used to accepting praise but he sees your wide eyes and large smile. “Thank you sweetheart”

He also really likes riding with you on the same horse, in-front or behind him he doesn’t care. He loves the way you wrap your arms around him and hold onto his gun belt. Or way that you lean back into his chest while he has one hand on the reins and the other resting atop your thigh or his arm wrapped around your stomach.

Overall i think he loves physical affection - giving and receiving, it’s definitely his love language. Just holding you and admiring you is his personal definition of heaven. PDA is definitely not his thing though, he much prefers the privacy of his tent or the quietness and peace of the wilderness even if it doesn’t last long while the two of you are there.

[tomssexdoll]

I'll be your paparazzi

PAIRINGS: Tom 2009 x Female reader

CONTENT: SMUT

SYPNOSIS: When Y/N meets Tom at a meet and greet she slips him a piece of paper, when he opens it he finds her number with a red kiss stain. Later on when Y/N gets home she suddenly gets a call...

A/N: yes thats toms signature on her chest

WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader,

Tom was a famous rockstar, he was the guitarist in his band Tokio Hotel. I had been a fan for years, going to all their concerts and buying every single item they released, cds, merch, dvds, you name it, I had it.

The only thing I'd never done was meet them, they were holding a meet and greet at one of the venues nearby my house, as soon as I checked their website, since I did it 5 times a day, and saw those tickets being sold I was quick to buy one.

As I waited in line my heart raced each time I got closer to Tom, he was first, the other guys standing beside him, signing multiple different things at once. When it finally came to my turn I couldn't help but smile like an idiot, a huge grin planted on my face.

"Hi Tom!" I squealed, I held out the new album they had produced, Humanoid. He chuckled at my excitement, quickly signing the album. "Oh before I go, could you do me a favour and sign my chest?" I smirked, unbuttoning the top part of my blouse and flaunting the skin.

He raised an eyebrow, smirking, "Ah, of course," he moved the sharpie to my skin, signing my chest with a flourish, his hand lingering on my chest for a moment, "there you go, sweetheart," he said, I slid him a small note, winking at him as I walked off to Gustav.

I watched as he opened the note, a grin forming on his face as he pocketed the note, returning to sign fans items. As the meet and greet ended I walked back home, the nights breeze cool against my skin. I couldn't believe I actually had a chance with the one and only Tom Kaulitz, even if I was just a quick fuck to him I'd be happy.

I quickly slipped inside my house, locking the door behind me and taking my coat off, smirking down at my signed chest. I bit my lip in anticipation, the thought of Tom actually calling me making my heart race.

Then, my phone suddenly started to ring, buzzing in my jean pocket. I quickly grabbed my phone, struggling to get it open with my shaky hands, an unknown number was calling and I knew it had to be him, I instantly picked up, "hello?" I said innocently, "Hey, its Tom. We met at the meet and greet, I was wondering if you wanted to grab a drink sometime," his voice low and sultry.

I smirked, "oh yeah? How about you come to my place now, I have loads of drinks," I giggled, "that's the kind of invitation I cant resist, I'll be there soon, sweetheart," he chuckled lowly, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I quickly scrambled around my house, finding the sexiest outfit I could find. I settled on a cute cherry red dress with a leather jacket and long black boots. As soon as he arrived I practically ran to the door, greeting him with a smile.

"You look amazing," he shot me a wink, reaching out and grabbing my hand, planting a soft kiss. "What a gentlemen you are, hm?" I rolled my eyes playfully and invited him in, he was wearing a black leather jacket with some dark blue jeans, his cologne intoxicating.

"Come sit, I'll make you something to drink," I smiled, guiding him to the couch, "what would you like?" I looked over my shoulder, "just a whiskey and coke baby, nothing too complicated," he huffed, getting comfortable.

I grabbed the heavy bottle of jack daniels, pouring a generous amount and topping it off with cola, I moved to the wine cabinet and poured a glass for me before sitting next to him.

"You are gorgeous," he leaned in, brushing a stray hair from my face. "O..oh.." I stumbled over my words, his presence making me nervous. "Don't be nervous baby, it's just me..I won't bite.." he smirked, placing his drink down and kissing me gently, tasting the whiskey left over on his lips.

"God, you taste amazing," I smirked, deepening the kiss, his hands exploring my body. I slowly shifted into his lap, feeling his hands snake down to my ass, giving it a soft squeeze.

He forced his tongue in my mouth, grinding his hard cock against me, "god..you're driving me crazy.." he muttered, reaching up and tangling his fingers in my hair as he dominated the kiss. He broke away for a moment, panting heavily as he gazed into my eyes, "take everything off...I need you liebe.." he grunted, his voice rough with desire.

I instantly obeyed, taking my jacket off and teasingly slipping my dress straps slowly, watching as his hunger grew at the sight of my bare skin, the signature still on my chest above my boob.

I slid the dress off, leaving me in my lacey black bra and matching black thong, "fuck..you really wanted to impress me huh?" he chuckled, laying back and taking in all of my features.

"You're more beautiful than I imagined.." his breath hitched as he caressed my skin, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I reached behind me and cliped my bra off, my tits spilling out.

"Oh fuck.." I felt his erect cock press into my thigh, he reached out to touch me, his fingers gently caressing my nipples as he leans in to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting softly. I rolled my eyes back, the sensation of his tongue swirling around my sensitive buds addicting, my hands wrapped around his head, tugging at his braids.

"You like that, baby?" he smirked, I nodded slowly, throwing my head back as he grazed his teeth over my nipple. "How about you get on your knees and suck my cock, hm?" he whispered, his breath hot against my neck.

My eyes widened at his request, I'd never done that, the only experience I had was one guy fucking me, this was so embarassing..Being with a rockstar who was beyond experienced, yet having barely any experience myself.

"Uh...Tom.." I looked back at him, "hm? Having doubts?" he chuckled, caressing my ass, "no...it's just, I've never sucked cock before..." I bit my lip, waiting for him to make fun of me, but his eyes just softened, "oh..it's ok schatzi, I'll teach you," he said gently, "just get on your knees and I'll guide you," he instructed.

I nodded, sliding off his lap and onto the floor on my knees, I sat in between his thighs, looking up at him for guidance. "Okay, now take my pants off for me baby," he smiled gently. I unbuckled his belt, placing it to the side before sliding his jeans down, his cock straining against his grey boxers.

"Keep going.." he muttered, I sighed and slid his boxers down, his cock sprang out and slapped against his abdomen, my eyes widened at his size, how the fuck was I going to fit that in my mouth?

He chuckles and took my hand, guiding it to his cock, showing me how to stroke it, "now wrap your lips around the tip.." he groaned, pushing my head down. I hesitated but obliged, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock, softly sucking, "ohhh baby.." he moaned lowly, murmuring words of encouragement and praise as I lowered my head onto his cock, "good girl..just like that," he groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair once again.

He helps guide me as I take him deeper, showing me how to bob my head and use my hand to stroke the parts of his cock that didn't fit in my mouth. "Can you do it on your own now baby?" he mumbled, "yeah..I think so.." I muttered, trying to speak despite my mouth full of cock.

"Go ahead.." he smirked, watching as I lowered my head on his cock again, flattening my tongue on his cock, feeling the buldging veins. He lets out a low groan of pleasure as he watches me suck his cock, feeling my mouth move against him, he runs his fingers over my cheek, a signal for me to keep going.

I swirled my tongue around his tip everything I came up, his grip tightening every time on my hair, "mmm.." he moaned, his balls tightening. Without warning Tom suddenly pushed my head down deeper onto his cock, filling my mouth completely as he begins to fuck my face in earnest. He thrusts in and out of my mouth, holding onto the back of my head as he takes his pleasure from me.

"You like that, don't you schlampe..." he growled, continuing to fuck my mouth as he watches me writhe and squirm beneath him, clearly enjoying the power he holds over me.

I nodded, humming in response, saliva building around my mouth. He pushes his cock even deeper until he's almost to the point of making me gag, "mmmh! Can't take anymore!" I whined, holding onto his thigh.

"Shut up...take it.." he grunted, his grip on the back fo my head tightening as he thrusts harder into my mouth, a deep growl rumbling in his chest as he fucks my face mercilessly, pulling at my hair.

"Gonna cum!" he yelped, slamming his cock into my throat, his balls slapping against my chin, beads of saliva dripping down my chin. "Ohhh fuck!" he gasped, shooting a load into my mouth, letting it seep down my throat.

He smirked, pulling his dick from my mouth, watching as a bit of his cum drips from my lips down to my chin, "swallow it all, now," he commanded, a satified sigh came out of his mouth as he saw my throat bob up and down.

"I'm not done with you.." he growled, flipping me onto my stomach and yanking my pants down, along with my panties, around my ankles. I arched my back, flaunting my wet pussy to him.

"Oh fuck..wet already?" he chuckled, his fingers dug into my hips as he spreads my legs wider, his eyes locked on my dripping cunt. "I'll destroy this pussy before you know it..." I felt the couch dip behind me as he aligned his tip at my entrance, slowly pushing every inch in.

"Tom!" I gasped, his thick cock stretching me out, "take it...take it all.." he grunted, grabbing hold of my hips and thrusting into me harshly, his hips slamming against my ass over and over as he fucks me with wild abandon.

Hr grunted, his cock throbbing inside of me as he fucks me hard and faster, his tip stabbing into my g spot and sending shockwaves throughout my entire body. "Ohhh fuck!" I gasped, desperatly gripping onto the couch

He chuckled, raising his hand and smacking my ass roughly, "you like that don't you? Being fucked rough and hard like this.." he whispered in my ear, pounding his cock into my needy cunt.

"Mm, yes I love it!" I cried out, rolling my eyes back as the pleasure rose, his thrusts becoming erratic as he gets lost in the moment, completely drunk off of my pussy, "fuck, you're so fucking good.." he growled, enjoying the way I reponded to his rough treatment.

I felt tension begin to form in my stomach, signalling my impending release, his fingers dug deep into my hips, leaving bruises behind. "You're gonna cum on this fucking cock..." he groaned, moving his hand down to my breast, fiddling with my nipples with his fingers, rubbing them in between his thumb and index finger.

"Ohhh fuck!" I whined, feeling myself get closer and closer, his thrusts never faltering, only getting harder. His hips slapping against my ass with a loud smack, his other hand reaching down to my clit as he starts to furiously rub rough circles on it.

"Cum baby..let go for me.." he growled, his fingers moving in quick tight circles, bringing me closer to my orgasm. "Fuck!" I squealed, my walls clenching around his cock, he started to rub my clit faster, savouring the feeling of my cunt tightly wrapped around his shaft.

With one last hard thrust I came, my orgasm coming in shock waves as my juices spilled down his cock, "shit!" he quickly pulled out, spilling his cum onto my ass, watching it in awe.

"Fuck..." I panted, Tom grabbed a tissue and wiped us both down, laying behind me as I collapsed on the couch, he gently caressed my curves, looking down at me, "I think I should bring you on our tours, I can't get enough of you," he chuckled, leaning down and kissing me softly.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsmealaiah @kaulitzsbabyy

tags: @ballhair @kaulitzswhxre @cosmicck

tags: @bkaulitzlover @ge-billsgf @tomsonlyslut

tags: @20doozers @ella1289 @miyukafujii

[hopplessilse]

The nanny

Joel miller x f!reader 18+ explicit

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Summary: You've worked for the millers for a while, you love Sarah she's an amazing little girl. Your favorite part of going to his house is being able to see Mr. Miller, and how good he looks in his dress suit.

Warnings: Age gab (in her early 20's, he's middle 40's) pet names, Hard Sex, teabagging, almost got caught, unprotective v in p.

A/N: He has money, he is humble, he has problems with his wife, he loves Sarah and we love him, let him give us good love. if you want a second part let me know sweethearts <3

At the Millers' house, you were drawing with Sarah in the living room, it was afternoon. The Millers almost never asked for your service for many hours, this time it would be all day, until 9 p.m. or until they told you.

Mrs. Miller had an event of her company, which she would attend from 5:30 to 11:00 p.m. On the other side, Mr. Miller worked in the morning but returned home in the afternoon, around 4:00, and would be busy with zoom meetings.So you'd take care of Sarah until he was done.

From the moment you set foot in his house, you found Mr. Miller fascinating. But you were professional and you needed the job, he always treated you well and you were the same, they always asked for your opinion on things, they trusted you in any situation.

He's a good father to Sarah, he's a good husband, despite the constant fights they had lately, he's always respected her, you can see the love he has for her.

Although… You couldn't get it out of your head that day when you were in the pool.

When Mrs. Miller called you to babysit Sarah in the afternoon, you thought you'd be alone, but you'd not. Mr. Miller was working from home. From the pool you could see him through the window that looked out onto his office.

You could see the way he stared at you while he was on the phone, how he looked away from the computer as he typed to check you out. When you took Sarah to bathe and put her on her nap. The way he smiled at you when you went to say goodbye to him, the way he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close to him to kiss you on the cheek.

Today he would have a morning event at work, something a bit formal. His wife, Mrs. Miller, made him buy a suit. He was a man who liked casual clothes, a pair of jeans, some plaid shirts or simple T-shirts. You were deeply grateful to Mrs. Miller for making him buy that suit, because god—" You never thought he could look better than in his plaid shirts.

He is tall, broad, broad-shouldered, in fact his body is very well proportioned thanks to his work. He is a contractor but before he was dedicated to all the loading and repairing part, now he is more in the area of design and site preparation. although it is still doing repair work. His arms are wide as are his forearms, broad back. You could imagine something else wide.

He had a strong profile, stood out in the most beautiful way, his jaw covered by his dark, grayish beard, and his lips decorated by a mustache that barely touched his upper lip.

And his eyes… Well, his eyes were two big, round dark spheres, which every time they looked at you, made you feel like you were the only person in the room, with that intensity of eye contact that brought you to your knees.

You heard his heavy footsteps down the stairs as he spoke to his wife. You looked up as you felt him enter the living room, right in front of you, wearing dark dress pants, light blue shirt, with the last button open exposing his exquisite tan collar… A dark blue tie hung from his hand.

His hair, fresh out of the shower.

"How do I look like?" he said, adjusting his tie behind his neck

"You look better than in your jeans." His wife got up from the couch to walk over to him and help him tie the knot

He looks good in everything, he looks so good

"And the jacket?" his wife looked him up and down

"I'm not going to wear a jacket," he said, buttoning the last button of his blue shirt

"It's a formal event, you must wear it"

"No, it's too early and hot to wear it" he buttoned the buttons of his sleeves as he walked towards Sarah and you

He sat down in the couch behind Sarah to see what she was doing, while exchanging a few words with her, Mrs. Miller went to get the jacket and threw it to the side of him in the couch, he just looked at her seriously as he leaned on the back of the couch and his legs remained open.

"You take it, and you'll tell me if you don't use it," she told him before going upstairs to her room to get ready

After Mrs. Miller left, the air changed. At least for you it did. You felt Joel's gaze on your neck, a feeling of nerves ran through your entire body, although you decided to ignore the fact that his knee almost touched your shoulder, you decided to give all your concentration to Sarah while she told you about the animals you were painting.

A few hours had passed since Joel had left, Mrs. Miller was about to leave, right at the door saying goodbye to her daughter. She, like Mr. Miller, looked beautiful. She wore a purple dress that highlighted her warm skin.

You had a good time when you were alone with Sarah, one of your favorite activities was playing Taylor Swift music and singing at the top of your lungs. You enjoyed swimming, making brownies, and drawing. She was a quiet, obedient and above all honest girl, she even told you secrets from her school.

She loved being with you. Once on vacation when you weren't working, she asked her parents to talk to you so you could spend the afternoon with her. Despite being 8 years old she was a responsible child with her homework, she always reminded you to do it.

You knew things about her, like she knew things about you. You were best friends.

Hours passed, Joel was already at home, but he was in his office working as he had meetings by call. Normally when one of them arrives you always put Sarah to take a nap and go home, after a long day for everyone it was the best solution to lower her energy.

"I don't want to sleep, I want to get in the pool," Sarah said as she pouted sitting on her bed

"You know the rules, no pool after 6 p.m., and you have to take your nap." You said as you closed the curtains a little and turned on her vanity light

"Can you convince my dad to leave us?" you looked at her and she smiled at you, cocking her small head

"No, I can't," you laughed and saw her eyebrows gather in anger

"He won't say no"

"And why wouldn't he say no" You looked at her with a thoughtful face

"Because he likes you," she smiled at you and her hazel eyes sparkled

You opened your mouth in surprise

"And where do you get that?"

"Because he was telling my mom again that you were one of the best babysitters I've ever had."

"Do you think that?"

"sure" she smiled to you

"Well anyway I can't do it honey, you'll have to take your nap, on the weekend we'll probably be able to swim okay"

She just went to bed with a pout on her face

"Can I at least read the story myself? it's just that I'm not very sleepy."

"Do you want to read it alone?" You took the book off the shelf and gave it to her

She just nodded happily.

"Okay, I'll let you read the book, but you promise you'll fall asleep?" You pointed to it as a warning

"Yes, I promise"

"Little hand" you made your hand a fist, placed your thumb on your lips while extending your pinky finger in her direction, she did the same as you, and they joined their pinky fingers in an embrace.

You walked to her door and waved goodbye, telling her to keep quiet so her dad wouldn't hear her.

You closed her door slowly, then walked down the hall and headed for the stairs. The house was dark, you had left a lamp on the side of the stairs to light them.

Going down the stairs you turned to enter the living room. When you looked up you jumped and put your hand to your chest, Joel was sitting on the couch with only 2 lamps on that reflected a dim light in the room.

He had reports on the coffee table and his laptop was resting on the edge of it. He looked up at you. He was wearing dark square glasses, in his hands he held a notebook and pen and, he was still in his clothes from this morning.

"God!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he said, leaving his notebook and pen on the side of his laptop along with the rest of the papers.

"Don't worry" You got your posture back by watching it from the entrance "I thought you were in your office"

"I was there, but I needed air, I couldn't last another minute"

You both stared at each other, you trying to control your nervousness as he looked you up and down.

"Sarah's already fallen asleep?"

"Yes, she just fell asleep" You walked over to the couch where he was, your bag resting a few feet away from him. You took it, looked at him and just smiled and walked away

His raspy voice rang in your ears.

"Hey, I wanted to know if you couldn't stay another hour" You looked at him confused "I'll be busy with another meeting"

"Oh okay sure, no problem" He just gave you a smile and started typing on his computer, you just sat next to him on the couch, saying nothing.

Sitting next to him, you couldn't help but look at him and see how sexy he looked in the dim light in the room. What would it be like to be loved by him? How would it feel to be touched by him? What would it feel like to kiss him?

No, you can't think that, it's Mr. Miller we're talking about, that's not healthy or right, he's married and has a daughter, a daughter that you take care of in the trust of their house.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up below his elbows. You could see the hair in his arms, and his veins underneath them.

He was so focused on what he was doing.He looked calm, you couldn't think why he and his wife were always fighting, you would be very happy by his side.

You came back to reality when his eyes turned to look at you, and a smile appeared on his face. You just settled back on the couch, a nervous smile on your face. Joel stopped writing and leaned back on the back of the chair, and like this morning, his legs spread, his knee touching yours.

"So… How's college going?" He put his left arm behind the couch, leaving his hand behind your shoulder.

"Mmh I… I don't go to college anymore, I graduated a few months ago."

His brows furrowed, "Mmj, and what was your career?"

"Architecture" you smiled as you nodded and looked away from him

"You haven't looked for a job yet"

"Yes, I have, but… Since I'm still new to the field, they don't accept me in any of them" You played with your fingers as you watched them intertwine.

"If you want, you could be an intern in the construction I work in"

You looked at him and your eyes softened "for real"

"Of course" a soft grimace was on his lips, causing his eyes to become small and the edges of their eyes to appear wrinkled.

You just smiled at him in the same way, and when you lowered your head to your lap, you felt his hand, the same hand behind you, caress your hair. You turned to look at him and his eyes wandered over your breasts that were slightly shown by the collar of the shirt, his eyes ran over it until they reached your face.

"You are so beautiful, did you know that?"

His eyes were even darker with the light, his lips parted. It didn't help you stop your thoughts.

"Yes, I know," you said in a whisper as you saw his lips, his face, his eyes

His hand went from being in your hair to being on your cheek. He stroked you with his knuckles slowly, as he watched the places where he caressed you. You didn't take your eyes off him. He came closer to you being inches from your face, while his hands rested on your jaw, following the shape of it to your chin and resting his thumb on your lips.

"You have beautiful lips" His thumb caressed your upper lip to your lower lip slowly.

You didn't know what to do or how to react, you never expected this from him. Why was him this way just now?

He came up to you and left a kiss on your cheek, close to your lips. You could feel his breath brushing your lips. Until you just decided to put your lips together with his.

You closed your eyes to the contact. Your lips moved in time, slowly as he held your face with his left hand.

The kiss only intensified when you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, sliding your hands down his chest. You parted for lack of air, but your foreheads stayed together.

"Is it okay for us to do this?" you asked him, begging him to say yes, that he wanted to kiss you, to feel you… But a little part of you told you it was wrong

"I want it, I've wanted it for a while" He caressed your face and brushed his nose with yours "Do you want it to happen?" He looked straight into your eyes

"Yes.." you swallowed seeing it "But… your wife."

"Don't worry about her, she won't know this happened"

You stared at him gasping for breath, thinking of a million things that could happen. If she found out you would lose your job, you would be embarrassed if your parents knew the reason why they fired you, it would be a torment in your head if they separated because of you. You didn't want to be the other woman, but if it happened one time, you put the feelings aside, you could enjoy it.

You could have this experience and not be left wanting.

You joined your lips with his, making your teeth collide, the kiss was intense, your tongues caressed each other, asking for more. You couldn't help but slide your hand from his chest to his crotch, you felt a bulge through his dark pants. You massaged him up and down, feeling his harder length.

You heard him growl with pleasure from your hand, your movements so soft, your hands on him and your panties getting wetter and wetter.

Your hands went to his belt, undoing it with a speed that showed how impatient you were.

"shh calm down, I know you want this cock inside you honey"

"I want it in my mouth too" you looked at him with puppy eyes as you got off the couch and knelt in front of him, you positioned yourself between his legs and guided your hands to unbutton his pants and unzip him.

"oh baby, you will be the death of me"

He settled better on the couch, he helped you lower his pants, staying in boxers, he placed his right hand on your head, caressing it.

You guided your head and your hand close to his member that was still covered by his boxers. You could perfectly see the shape of its length, the thickness of it. You placed your mouth on it, leaving a trail of kisses along its length on the fabric. A growl left his lips, prompting you to pull the hem of his boxers down a little, making his head peek out.

You turned to look at him, he smiled at you and nodded for you to continue. You licked your lips and placed a kiss on the tip, this made his hips rise a little, he was asking for more, but you wanted to play with him a little before putting him in your mouth.

You stuck out your tongue and ran it along his length as you landed your lips and gently sucked on the sides of his member. Your hands wandered over him, you touched the tip of his head with your right hand and felt how he moved due to the cold contact of your hand on his very warm length.

"Come on baby, show me what that little mouth can do." He told you in a low tone and with his raspy voice.

You pulled down his boxers so you could free his member. Your jaw dropped when you saw it. It was thick, definitely not too long but it wasn't small either, it was a size that you considered perfect. Its length rested on his stomach which was still covered by his blue shirt.

"I know you can take it, show me how well you suck it."

Damn, with that language I would let him do whatever he wanted to me

You took his length with your right hand, a smile forming on your face when you realized that your fingers were not touching your thumb on the other side. first time you had one like this and you were going to enjoy it. You left kisses on the tip and then put the head of his member in your mouth, delicately sucking it, while you heard moans and grunts come out of Joel's mouth.

Both of his hands were placed on your head, urging you to take more of his length into your mouth, and so you did. You opened your lips wider to give him access to more of him, his hands guiding you up and down as a trail of saliva ran down his member. Your right hand didn't stop moving, it followed the same movements as your head.

you wanted to give him more, you wanted him to feel satisfied by your mouth. You took his member from your lips, only touching it with your hand, you looked at him through your eyelashes and you could see how excited he was, his eyes screamed for your attention. You lowered your head so you could kiss his balls.

You put one in your mouth as you slowly sucked him, while your right hand masturbated his member. You looked at him and watched with his head thrown back while moans and moans left his lips. He lowered his head to look you in the eyes, you saw how his teeth pressed together, how his neck would tense and his neck veins would show through his sweaty skin, his eyebrows united in excitement .

You continued sucking and touching his member while he undid the knot of his tie and tossed it aside on the couch.

Joel leaned over to you, pulled his testicles out of your mouth, and grabbed you by your armpits to pull you up.

"I don't want to come in your mouth honey, I need to do it inside you" as he told you that he placed you on his lap, each leg on one side of his hip.

You were wearing a shortboard skirt, so he had easy access to your underwear. With his hands he pulled your skirt up until it folded up to your back, and with both hands he pulled your panties down. You lifted one leg so you could pull it out of your panties and leave them hanging by just one.

He slid his right hand between your legs so he could caress your clit that ached for attention. You moaned at the touch of his calloused fingers on your soft skin. You were so wet that you could feel the remnants of your wetness on your inner thighs.

"Hell sweetheart, does this tight pussy cry for attention?"

You suppressed your moans by biting your lip as you looked straight into his eyes, the only thing you could see in them was your reflection as his eyes were darker than they were, you could see how he needed this as much as you did.

"Just fuck me please," the words came squinting from your lips as little whimpers followed.

Without telling you, he placed you on top of his cock, you felt how he guided the tip in your entrance making you sigh, without further do, he entered you suddenly. You let out a loud moan that caused you to bend over and bite his shoulder so you could silence your scream.

He began to move and penetrate you tightly while holding you firmly by the hips. Your breasts were a few inches from his face, practically bouncing off his chin. The place became a sauna of sweat, moans and gasping breaths from both of you. You straightened up so that you could take control of the situation, seeing your action he let you take control and ride him.

He looked so good from above, you could feel the firmness of his hands, as they traveled from your breasts, to your hips, waist and buttocks squeezing them firmly, he spanked you to encourage you.

"You're so good, God you look so beautiful from here," he said in a voice choked from lack of breath as he approached your breasts and kissed them over the fabric biting a little over the top.

"Shit" you couldn't control your moans, the more you felt your orgasm build, as you watched the gestures on his face, the way his neck tightened, your hands on his hair, on his face as you leaned in to kiss him. A deep kiss that led him to stick you to his chest, hold you in place and penetrate you hard.

His balls bounced off your ass, echoing around the room as it mingled with your whining between his lips.

"I'm coming Joel" his name came out mostly in the form of a moan

"Come on baby, let me hear ya"

Your orgasm hit you hard, you couldn't help but let out a loud moan that echoed through the room, whining coming out of your lips as joel penetrated you mercilessly. Joel's moans were present as he kept pace with his lunges. From one moment to the next you could feel his movements losing pace as moans came out of the back of his throat.

You knew he was about to end when the sound of an engine came through the entrance. You froze, you knew it was his wife, you looked at him and he had his eyes closed as he penetrated you, you knew he was concentrating because he heard him too.

"Joel," your voice cracked from the friction your was receiving.

The grip of his hands around your hips intensified as he opened his eyes and looked at you, his movements were slowing down but you could see through his eyes how he was collapsing little by little.

It wasn't enough a couple more thrusts and the sound of a car door closed, so that he came down hard inside you, silencing his moan on your lips as he penetrated you deeply a couple more times to empty itself completely into you.

Hearing the keys in the lock, you both got up, you fixed your skirt while he quickly buttoned his pants and shirt. You got away from him by taking your things.

Joel adjusted his hair as his wife's heels echoed across the floor of the house.

You could feel Joel's fluids trickle down your inner thighs. You could feel your cheeks red and hot from all the blood that went down your face, the heat you felt emanating from your body.

His wife thanked you for taking care of Sarah. Before leaving you were saying goodbye to his wife and you turned to look at him, he was behind her a few meters away from you, he smiled at you, but this time it was different, it was a smile you had never seen, your eye contact ended with a wink from him.

You didn't know how the hell you were going to work for them.

You didn't know how you were going to walk into that house every day and see him leave, see him come home from work while you take care of his daughter.

But if you knew anything….. This wouldn't be the last time it would happen

[ray4hotchner]

Bliss

❀ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: aaron hotchner x reader

❀ 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: A short drabble of Aaron being a girl dad🤍

❀ 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1k

❀ 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: Hey, my loves🥰 I just saw this video and immediately thought of Aaron and had to write something short and cute. Thank for reading and let me know what you think. Comment if you want to be tagged in other Aaron fics🤍

❀ 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕔𝕔: @iyv-ray24

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Ao3

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It was one of those lazy Sundays. Aaron sat at the kitchen table, engrossed in his laptop as he tackled his emails. Jack, meanwhile, diligently worked on his science project at the kitchen island. You had just placed a Sunday roast dinner and a pumpkin pie into the oven before joining Jack to help him with his model of the solar system.

The kitchen was filled with a delicious aroma, accompanied by soft music playing in the background. The dark, rainy fall weather outside only added to the cozy ambiance of the room. Even after four years of marriage, you couldn't believe that this was your life now—your home, your family.

Little footsteps echoed through the house as Violet, your 3-year-old daughter, joyfully entered the kitchen. She proudly displayed the fourth outfit she had changed into in the last hour, undoubtedly leaving her room in quite a mess. But that was a problem for later. No one was going to stop her now, especially not when she was so enthusiastically staging a runway show for the entire family. She loved the attention she received from everyone and erupted into giggles whenever she got enough compliments.

Now in a pink, flowy dress, she gracefully walked up to you and her brother, performing a little spin while awaiting your verdict.

"Wow, Vi, this is the best one yet," exclaimed Jack, making his little sister giggle.

"He's absolutely right, sweetheart. This dress looks so pretty," you chimed in. Violet skipped over to her father to bask in some more of his attention. As she approached, he promptly pushed his laptop aside and turned his full attention toward her.

"Oh wow, look at this adorable little princess," he exclaimed.

She twinkled her eyes at him, tugging at the hem of her dress and performing a delicate curtsy before asking, "Will you dance with me daddy?"

"Of course, my angel," he replied, rising to his feet, which prompted giggles from Jack and you in the background. She had him so wrapped around her tiny fingers that he couldn't deny her anything.

"Can you hold me and spin really fast?" she asked sweetly as he lifted her into his arms.

"Of course, pumpkin. What song do you want?"

"Tangled!" Of course, 'Tangled' was her favorite Disney movie, and she never went to sleep without her Pascal stuffy.

"Alexa, play 'I See the Lights,'" Aaron said, and the soft melody began to fill the kitchen. They both started singing and swaying to the music, while you and Jack watched them with big smiles on your faces.

Seeing them together made your heart swell with love. You had known that Aaron was an amazing father from the moment you met him years ago. His gentleness and affection toward Jack had only deepened your love for him.

After getting married, Jack insisted on wanting a sibling, and you were confident that Aaron would be wonderful with your child too. However, he exceeded all your expectations.

Aaron had even reduced his workload to support you during and after the pregnancy and when they found out it was going to be a baby girl, both he and Jack had erupted with excitement.

Jack stood up, turned towards you, and extended his hand, asking, "Mom, may I have this dance?"

"How could I say no to such a handsome prince?" you replied, rising and taking his hand. Jack had grown so much taller since the time you first met him, when Aaron introduced you as his girlfriend. Now, he was a teenager and almost as tall as you, clearly taking after his dad in height.

Now, all of you were twirling around in the kitchen, and as your eyes met Aaron's, all you could see was pure love and bliss. The song was coming to an end when the oven timer went off.

"Thank you for the dance, my love," you said, kissing Jack on the head before walking over to the oven.

Aaron did one last, big spin with Violet in his arms, causing her to laugh cheerfully. With a big kiss on her cheek, he gently set her down, and she instantly ran over to her brother, clearly not finished with dancing.

The two siblings continued dancing while you pulled the pie out of the oven and checked on the chicken.

Aaron came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He buried his face in your neck, leaving little kisses there. You placed your hand on his cheek and tilted your neck to give him better access.

"I love you so much, you know that," he whispered in your ear.

You turned around within his embrace, your hands laced around his neck. "I know, honey, I love you too."

"I'm so grateful that you chose me," Aaron said with a mixture of tenderness and sincerity in his voice.

"Aaron," you began, your eyes welling up with affectionate tears, but he stopped you, his gaze filled with warmth and appreciation.

"No, really. You gave me this," he said, pointing towards the kids with his head, "you gave me a family and a home… happiness."

"And this is only a home and a family because you are a part of it, my love," you replied, kissing his dimple.

He gazed at the kids, a glimmer of nostalgia and love in his eyes, and then back at you, his expression filled with affection. With a mischievous smile, he said, "I think we should make another one."

"Another what?" you asked, raising an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and curiosity in your voice.

"Another baby," he answered with a grin, a playful spark in his eyes that mirrored his excitement.

"Oh no, Aaron Hotchner. Don't give me that look," you said, trying to pull away, but he held you close and brought you into a kiss. You were immediately lost in the touch of his lips.

"Eww, Jackie, Mom and Dad are being gross again!" Violet exclaimed, pointing with her finger at you, which made everyone laugh.

"Okay, okay. The dance party is postponed until after dinner. Now, everyone, wash your hands and help me set the table, please," you announced, pushing Aaron away after whispering suggestively into his ear, "We'll talk about this tonight."

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𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤: @callm3c0nfus3d @mrs-ssa-hotch

[jojojoy1]

hi ! just saw your post and was asking if you could do 13 & 62 with Oscar Piastri ?? 🧡

13-"Marry me" 62-"I've loved you since we were kids"

Marry me - Oscar Piastri

Oscar Piastri x reader

You and Oscar embody the classic high school sweethearts trope. Madly in love with each other your entire lives. Making people jealous with your relationship and being completely lost in your own love filled world that no one else could come close to understanding.

It was late, but neither of you cared. You'd driven to a quiet, secluded spot just to sit and watch the stars with each others company. Laying on a checkered picnic blanket, resting your head on Oscar's chest. One hand behind his head, the other stroking up and down the side of your body.

It was peaceful and calm. No one challenging you for Oscar's attention, no big crowds that you could get lost in. Just you and Oscar and you couldn't ask for anything more in that moment.

"I can't imagine my future without you in it." He said softly. You could feel his chest moving as he spoke, making you feel impossibly closer to him.

"Good, 'cause I'm not going anywhere." You replied, matching his soft tone.

There was a slight pause before Oscar spoke again.

"Marry me." He said it so nonchalantly, like it was just casual conversation, something you say to someone every other day.

You didn't know what to say a first. It's not everyday the love of your life proposes to you. So you didn't say anything, not until Oscar's panicked voice met your ears.

"I mean, you don't have to. I get it if you don't want to." That made your body shoot up from your position on the ground.

"Oscar Jack Piastri, of course I want to marry you. Don't doubt that." You stare at him sternly as his eyes widen from the unexpected use of his full name.

"Well you didn't say anything so-" Before Oscar could finish his sentence you jumped in to set the record straight.

"I've loved you since we were kids and I'm going to keep loving you even when we're both in the ground. I want you and you only. I've imagined our life together for as long as I can remember. We are most definitely getting married and we will have a house full of little Piastris." When you finished your little speech all Oscar could do was smile and stare at you. A stare that held so much love for the amazing woman in front of him. A smile that told you he agreed with everything you just said with every cell in his body.

"I love you." Those three words couldn't express his feelings for you enough, of course he loves you, but it's so much more than that. He feels like he belongs with you. He knows that without you in his life his world crumble to the ground and stay there. You are a part of him that he needs to survive.

[callsign-rogueone]

like snow on the beach - r.g.

Ridoc Gamlyn x marked!reader a continuation of love at first fight, part of the Ridoc and Sweetheart series 🦋 words: 2.8k 🏷: FOURTH WING SPOILERS. she/her, feminine reader (wears a dress for Reunification Day, referred to as a girl/woman). mentions of canon character death, mentions of dissociation and anxiety. you have a panic attack, but someone helps you through it. titled after the tswift song!

“Don’t look now, but that guy from second squad is staring at you again,” Liam says quietly. “At your four.”

You twist in your seat as if cracking your back, looking over your shoulder. Sure enough, the cute curly-haired boy who had handed you the dagger you’d won from Jack Barlowe the other day is looking right at you. 

“Say the word and I’ll handle him,” Imogen offers, picking at her nails with disinterest. She’s been itching for another fight since her last opponent tapped out after ten seconds. 

The tall redhead sitting across from him notices you’re looking in their direction, and he kicks his friend under the table. He looks away quickly, starting a conversation with the rest of the group. Not discreet at all.

“Hurting anyone in Sorrengail’s squad wouldn’t go over well with Xaden. And look at him. He’s harmless,” you defend. 

“He definitely doesn’t want to kill you,” Liam agrees. “He’s just smitten.”

You glance to your right again. He has his back turned now, still engaged in conversation with his friends, who are all laughing at something he said.

So he’s the class clown type. Interesting.

Imogen scoffs. “He can bark up that tree all he wants, but we all know it’ll never get him anywhere.”

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And bark he does. You can’t shake the guy and his sunny personality. He’s everywhere you are, always having something to say, some shameless line to drop on you.

“If I make this bullseye, you have to let me take you out for dinner. There’s an amazing pasta place in town, you’ll love it.”

“No,” you say flatly.

“You don’t like pasta?” He asks, and you know that if you say you don’t, he’ll just offer something else. 

“I do. But we’re not going out.” 

He misses by an inch and a half anyway.

You pick up one of your own blades, weighing it carefully in one hand before pulling it back and letting sail. It lands to the left of his, in the dead center of the target.

He doesn’t look embarrassed in the slightest. “Alright, we’ll stay in and work on my aim. Just you, me, and a whole rack of knives. What do you say?” 

“I’d say that putting us in a room with one weapon is a bad idea.”

He grins. “There’s just something undeniably sexy about a woman who wants to kill me.” 

“I don’t want to kill you.” It’s true -- you have no ill will toward the guy, you just wish he’d quit while he’s behind.

“That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

You falter for a moment, thinking about it. You don’t think you’ve ever been objectively mean to him, just blunt in declining his advances.

“You’re moving your arm too much,” you say instead, yanking your dagger out of the wood panel, but leaving his where it stands, off-center. “Less in the elbow, more in the wrist.”

You don’t stick around to watch him try again.

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Nothing seems to discourage him, not your dry responses nor being ignored completely. He’s determined to keep chipping away at your shell, but why?

“Is your dragon mated? I was thinking we could go on a double date. Aotrom’s an upstanding guy, she’d like him.”

You can’t even begin to imagine the conversations this guy must have with his dragon. Is he as weary of the boy’s enthusiasm as you are, or is he encouraging this behavior?

“I’d consider it if he wasn’t missing so many teeth,” Rhith muses. “But he’s a bit old for my taste.” 

“Their personalities wouldn’t mesh at all,” you answer, as if you’re speaking about Rhith and Aotrom, and not you and Ridoc. 

“I think if she gave him a chance, she’d change her mind,” he says slyly.

“I don’t date men under six foot.”

He mimes taking a knife to the chest. “You wound me, sweetheart. But I promise I can make up for it in all the ways that matter.”

“With that dazzling sense of humor?” 

“I was going to make a dick joke, actually. But I’m glad you think I’m dazzling.”

You roll your eyes, leaving.

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You have never considered yourself vain, but you’d spent a full minute admiring your reflection in the bathroom mirror before heading down for the festivities. 

The formal dress looks incredible on you. Tight in all the right places, the cut highlights the muscle you’ve gained since starting the term at Basgiath, but it covers enough to still be somewhat professional.

You don’t need jewelry -- your rebellion relic is the perfect accessory, the black swirls forming the illusion of a lace sleeve up one arm, complimenting the black satin draped over your skin.

You’d even fixed up your hair for the occasion, freeing it from its usual sweaty braids and washing and drying it carefully, letting it fall over the exposed curves of your shoulders. Simple. Perfect.

Imogen hadn’t hesitated to hype you up when she saw you, her jaw dropping at the sight. “Holy shit, girl, you look hot. If you’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone in the quadrant, tonight would be the night to do it.”

You laugh. “I’ll be perfectly content to have a calm night. Some boring speeches, some fireworks, and then straight to bed.”

“Suit yourself,” she calls, headed off.

“Someone should tell Amari that she’s missing an angel.” 

You don’t need to turn to know who it is, but you look over your shoulder at him anyway.

Ridoc continues to wax poetic, a lazy smile on his face. “You are a goddess among men. The kind of woman bards write songs about and men go to war over.”

“How many drinks have you had?” 

“None,” Sawyer answers for his friend, sounding like he could use one himself. “This is just the way he is.”

Ridoc agrees, grinning. “Stone cold sober, gorgeous. I want to remember this sight forever.”

You laugh at his bold absurdity, and the light, clear sound goes straight to his heart.

He beams even brighter. “You laughed. That’s a crack in the armor.”

“You’re a menace to society, Gamlyn.” 

“Gods, I love it when you’re mean to me,” he says with a dreamy sigh. “I’m gonna write about this in my diary when I get back to my room.”

“Goodnight,” you say, ending the conversation, or trying to.

“Someday, sweetheart,” he calls, watching you walk away. “I’ll get there someday, I know I will.”

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You should already be on the flight field, but the fear gripping your heart has your boots stuck to the stone ground of the courtyard. You’ll be no use to your friends in this state, anyway. You need to relax.

You close your eyes for a moment, picturing the meadows of Tyrrendor. A dozen blue butterflies materialize in front of you, the gentle motion of their wings as they float through the night air soothing your nerves.

“Whoa.”

You startle, and the butterflies vanish, your head snapping toward the voice. 

Ridoc stands a few yards away, still in his dress uniform, though he’s undone the first two buttons of the shirt, rolled up the sleeves and ditched the jacket entirely. A few dark locks fall across his forehead, loosened from the gel that had been holding them earlier.

He looks good like this. Too good.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he offers. “I’ve just never seen anything like them before. They’re beautiful.”

You compose yourself quickly. “They’re native to Tyrrendor. They don’t live anywhere else on the continent.”

“You’ll have to show me the real ones sometime,” he says, smiling.

You raise an eyebrow at the implication that you’d be bringing him home any time soon.

He continues, not missing a beat. “I may look like a hotshot dragon rider, which I am, but we both know you’d be the one in charge between us. I’d do anything you asked, sweetheart.” 

“Anything except leave me alone?” you ask, regretting the sharp words as soon as they enter the air.

He’s silent. Maybe you’ve finally proven your point, proven to both him and yourself that you’re no good for him, that you don’t deserve the starry-eyed reverence he’s afforded you for months.

A whistle echoes across the courtyard, a three-note gliss you’d recognize anywhere; the one your parents had used to call you inside for dinner when you were kids.

You don’t turn toward the sound, still looking at Ridoc. For the first time ever, he isn’t smiling at you, and it feels like the world has stopped turning, that the sun has burnt out and the moons have disappeared from the sky.

You’re sick with guilt, struggling to form complete sentences. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… that was a really fucked up thing for me to say. I just… I don’t understand why you-”

“Hurry up,” Garrick calls, impatient. “Xaden is pissed.”

“You should go,” Ridoc says softly. “We can talk about this another day.” 

Why is he looking at you like that after what you’d said to him? Why does he still care about you? Why did he in the first place?

“Be safe,” he adds quietly, and that’s enough for you to finally move your feet, to run toward your foster brother, to follow him and Xaden to gods-know-where for their final assignment. 

Garrick’s words go in one ear and out the other as you race toward the flight field. It doesn’t matter where you’re going or what you have to do, only that you come back, that you see Ridoc again and tell him the truth.

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The next few days go by in a blur, devoid of color. You’re barely aware of your existence, just going through the motions to keep yourself alive. You sleep, you eat, but your dreams are blank and the food tasteless. 

You settle onto the cold stone of the main staircase, leaning your cheek against the banister. 

It’s easy enough to conjure a few of the soft blue butterflies, watching them flutter about above your head. You reach forward, extending your hand to one, and it lands on your finger, flapping its wings gently.

“You’re getting really good at that,” Garrick says quietly, sitting down on the step above you. 

Five years living as siblings has attuned him to your emotions -- he knows that something is wrong, that something had been wrong even before you were sent on this suicide mission and lost two of your friends. “Do you want to talk about what happened when I came to get you?”

You really don’t, but the words come out anyway. “I fucked up,” you whisper, still watching the butterflies. The sight of them only reminds you Ridoc, of the soft awe that had lingered in his eyes even after they’d disappeared — until you’d snapped at him. Gods, the look on his face…

You push the thought away, and they fade back into air. “I hurt him, because I was scared.”

“Scared of what?” He asks. There’s no judgment in his tone, just gentleness; he genuinely wants to understand.

“That he was being serious, that he actually likes me,” you answer. “I keep pushing him away, but he keeps coming back, he keeps looking at me like… like I mean something to him, and I don’t understand why. He doesn’t know me, he isn’t one of us, he isn’t even in my squad. There’s no reason for him to care about me.”

Garrick lets your words hang in the air for a moment before he speaks. “I thought it was fitting that you developed an illusion signet.”

You look up, waiting for him to elaborate.

“It took me a full year to figure you out when we met, to realize that the person you really are on the inside doesn’t match the person that you show people. I think he saw right through that perpetual stone-faced look, saw the girl that I’m proud to call a sister.”

“You really think so?” You ask quietly.

“I know so.”

You rest your head against his shoulder, a gesture that he knows is equivalent to a tight embrace from anyone else -- you’ve never been a touchy person. 

You’ve never been good at feelings, either. “It’s too damn quiet in this house,” you say after a moment, changing the subject.

He laughs. “It really is.”

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Ridoc is standing in front of you.

You’re relieved at the sight of him, that no terrible fate befell him in the week you’d been away, but you can’t handle the conversation that you need to have, not when you feel like your heart is going to give out.

“I can’t do this right now,” you say, but the words don’t come out as strongly as you’d hoped, not enough air in your lungs to speak properly. “So if you could find somewhere else to be, that would be great.”

In true Ridoc fashion, he isn’t discouraged by your protests, kneeling down next to you. “Can you look at me, sweetheart?”

His seriousness confuses you enough to comply. You raise your chin, stunned at the softness in his eyes -- you’ve never been this close to him before. He’s beautiful.

“I’m gonna check your pulse, okay?”

You nod silently, allowing him to extend a hand toward you. Two fingers press into the side of your neck, feeling for your heartbeat. 

He’s never touched you before. His hands are warm.

“Do you know where you are?”

“Basgiath,” you answer easily.

“Good. How long have you been sitting here?”

“I don’t know. Since we got out of formation?”

He realizes exactly what upset you — that must have been your first flight since you got back from War Games with the rest of the marked ones.

“I don’t know what you saw out there, and you don’t need to tell me, but whatever it is, it can’t hurt you right now,” he promises. The genuine sincerity in his voice has the tears falling faster. 

Through your blurred vision you see him open his arms, and you lean into them without hesitation. He’s so warm that you can’t help but melt as soon as your skin touches his. 

He rubs your back, speaking softly. “You’re okay, pretty girl, you’re safe. Just breathe with me, okay?”

You attempt to match the even pace of his chest rising and falling against yours, deepening your shuddering breaths.

“That’s it,” he soothes. “You’re doing great.”

Grief comes flooding out of you, and you clutch at the fabric of his flight jacket to remain upright. “I miss them so much,” you sob. “They didn’t deserve to die.” 

Liam and Soleil, the two marked ones that hadn’t come back with you. 

“I know, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.”

He continues to rub your back, murmuring soft reassurances to you until your grip on him has loosened and your breathing has slowed.

You’ve relaxed, your heart no longer pounding as it had been when he found you, but you still don’t want him to go, you couldn’t bear it if he left right now. “Stay?” You ask in a small voice.

“Of course,” he answers, pulling back to sit beside you. “As long as you need.”

Your tears have dried, leaving you with a headache and a hollow feeling in your sinuses. “Why did you help me?” You ask quietly, looking out at the river. 

He wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Because it was the right thing to do. And because I can’t stand to see pretty girls cry.”

“Of course you’re back to cracking jokes already.”

“I’ve never been joking with you,” he says, shaking his head. “I meant every word I said to you, sweetheart. You’re beautiful, but you’re so much more than that, too. You’re capable, strong, witty, kind, caring, gentle… everything about you is good, and I wish that people would see past the relic on your arm and realize that.”

You blink at him, stunned.

“It’s true,” he says softly. “When you smiled at me that day at challenges, I knew that there was a soft heart under all that steel.”

A soft heart. A sweet heart.

There’s a moment of quiet while you work up the courage. 

“Is that pasta place still there?” 

He laughs, perhaps a little too loudly, but you’ve grown to love that sound, and the way it shakes his chest is comforting, like the rumble of a thunderstorm when you’re safe and dry indoors. “I think so.”

“Wanna go there tomorrow? Together?”

He grins from ear to ear. “Are you asking me out right now, sweetheart?”

You look over at him. “Yeah. I am.”

“This is going in the diary too, for the record.”

You can’t help but laugh, leaning back against him. If only for a moment, your anxiety has melted away.

You feel like you could face anything, as long as you have Ridoc to come home to.

[astars-things]

Jack leaves his daughter with Quinn and Luke to go out with the boys and when he returns to pick her up, he finds them at teatime with Quinn and Luke dressed as princesses (wrapped in a sheet and a plastic crown).

I had plans to go out with Trev and Cole to the bar, which meant y/n couldn't come with me. So I left Quinn and Luke in charge of her, Y/n loves them both and Quinn complains he doesn't get to spend much time with her so killing two birds with one stone 

"Alright, sweetheart," I say, bending down to kiss her forehead. "Be good for Uncle Quinn and Uncle Luke, okay?"

Y/N giggles and nods enthusiastically. “Okay, Dada! We’re gonna have so much fun!”

Quinn and Luke exchange knowing smiles, already having a plan for the evening. “Don’t worry, Jack,” Quinn assures me, “We’ve got it all under control.”

“Yeah, go have fun,” Luke adds, ruffling Y/N’s hair. “We’ll see you later.”

With one last hug for Y/N, I head out the door, trusting my brothers to keep her entertained. 

as the evening went on I got a pain of guilt leaving y/n she was attached to my hip being with me wherever I went, especially in the summer, "Jack cmon a few drinks won't hurt" Trevor yelled to me and off I went to have a few shots, 

But even as we enjoy our night out, I can’t help but think about what shenanigans Y/N and my brothers are getting up to. Knowing Quinn and Luke, it could be anything from a movie marathon to an indoor obstacle course. 

it was 11 by the time we left the bar, we got an Uber back even though we were somewhat sober it was just safer, I checked the time knowing y/n should be asleep but she probably showed Quinn and Luke her puppy eyes and got to stay up late. I let myself in quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone.

But as I walk further into the house, I hear faint giggles coming from the living room. Curious, I follow the sound.

What I see when I turn the corner stops me in my tracks. There, in the middle of the living room, is a sight I’ll never forget. Y/N is sitting at her tiny table, pouring imaginary tea into plastic cups. She’s dressed in her favorite princess dress, complete with a tiara perched on her head.

and soon my eyes found Quinn and Luke, both wrapped in bed sheets like makeshift dresses, sitting on either side of her. They’re each wearing a plastic crown, courtesy of Y/N’s dress-up box, and are holding delicate pink teacups with their pinkies out.

I can’t help but laugh out loud at the sight. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

Quinn and Luke look up, grinning sheepishly but clearly having the time of their lives. Y/N jumps up and runs to me, her face glowing with excitement. “Dada! We’re having a princess tea party! Look, Uncle Quinny and Uncle Luke are princesses too!”

“I can see that,” I say, scooping her up and giving her a hug. “You all look amazing.”

Quinn chuckles, adjusting his makeshift gown. “She insisted we dress up. Said it wasn’t a real tea party without everyone being a princess.” 

"That is a fair point I must say, but sweetheart it's time for bed" I say still holding y/n in my arms, "but dada" y/n whined "No none of that it's 11 at night way past your bedtime" I spoke walking to our room y/n huffed and crossed her arms, "you can pout and huff all you want you are still going to bed" I said putting her down and changing her into her pjs, and as soon as her head hit the pillow she was out

Once she’s tucked in, I head back to the living room where Quinn and Luke are cleaning up.

“Thanks, guys,” I say, genuinely grateful. “You made her night.”

Quinn waves it off, smiling. “Anytime, Jack. She’s a special kid. We’d do anything for her.”

Luke nods in agreement. “Yeah, and besides, who doesn’t love a good tea party?”

[earthtoharlow]

Teach Me: XOXO

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“What do you mean you don’t have a reservation under my name?” Jack asked sternly into the phone. Valentine’s Day was coming up which meant that this was going to be Ariel and his first time celebrating the holiday together. Wanting to make it special he made reservations for a fanciest restaurant in town, booking out the private room so they could have some privacy.

Jack listened as the guy stuttered nervously over the phone. “I’ve checked everywhere, sir. I apologize.” Frustration etched across his face and he ran a hand through his curls roughly. “Fine. So can I just book the private room for 7pm Wednesday please?”

The host cleared their throat nervously, “Well, Mr. Harlow the room is actually booked by another party. I’m so terribly sorry.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jack said, failing to keep his emotions in check.

“Again. I’m so sorry for the inconvenience—“ Not wanting to hear another word from him, Jack hung up the phone and threw it on the couch of the recording studio. Jack couldn’t shake the disappointment. Valentine’s Day was Ariel’s favorite holiday, all he wanted to do was make it special and now he felt like the day was ruined before it even got here.

Jack groaned loudly and placed his head in his hands, trying to figure out what he was going to do for Ariel’s favorite holiday now. Urban, who walked in during the tail end of the call, offered a suggestion. “Dude, why not just have a casual dinner at home? You two are more about the cozy and comfortable than the fancy and formal. Besides, you don’t even like being around people anymore. This would be perfect.”

So that’s what Jack did, as Valentine’s Day rolled around, he dropped Jayla off to spend the night with his parents, which she wasn’t very happy about. Jayla clung to his hand, getting emotional as Jack tried to leave.

“Daddy, can’t I just stay with you and Miss Ariel? I’ll be good, I promise!” Jayla asked, with a small sense of hope in her eyes.

Jack crouched down to her height, gently wiping the tears that were threatening to fall. “Sweetheart, Ariel and I need a little time for just the two of us, but we’ll make it up to you. How about a special day together tomorrow?”

Jayla nodded reluctantly “Okay, but it has to be super special. Candy for breakfast!” Jack could only smile, “Deal. We’ll make tomorrow just as amazing, I promise.” With a reassuring hug, he left Jayla in the care of his parents before rushing back home to get everything set up for tonight.

When he got home he immediately started working on dinner, determined to make it an unforgettable evening despite the restaurant hiccup. As the minutes ticked by, Jack found himself nervously pacing the living room floor awaiting for Ariel’s arrival. While he was nervous he was proud of himself for preparing a home cooked meal that looked edible, adorned with Valentine decorations and flickering candles.

Jack’s heart raced in his chest with each creak in the floorboards. Finally the doorbell rung, his nerves immediately turned to excitement as he welcomed Ariel inside.

“Wow, Jack, this looks amazing!” Ariel exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she took in the cozy atmosphere and the spread laid out before her. Relief washed over Jack as he watched her appreciate the effort he had put in.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said, a hint of nervousness still lingering in his voice. “I love it.” With a warm smile, Ariel leaned in to give him a tender kiss, expressing her thanks.

Jack reciprocated the affection, but as they pulled away, a playful grin spread across Ariel's face. “Oops, looks like I left a little something behind,” she chuckled, noticing a faint lipstick mark on Jack’s lips.

Jack’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment before he joined in her laughter. “Well, I guess I’ll wear it as a badge of honor,” he joked, gently wiping away the lipstick.

As they settled onto the coach after having dinner enjoying being in each other’s arms. “Everything tonight was perfect!” Ariel sighed happily snuggling closer to Jack. “This is exactly what I wanted – a quiet evening with you.” Jack smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead, happy that the night was going well.

“Remember last Valentine’s Day when we weren’t officially a couple?” Ariel grinned, her eyes sparkling with the memory.

Jack chuckled, “How could I forget? I was nervously trying to figure out how to express my feelings without sounding like a creep for liking my daughter's teacher.” They both laughed, recalling the playful banter and subtle hints.

Now, a year later, those memories were tinged with a profound warmth. “Who would’ve thought we’d be here now?” Jack mused, his gaze filled with affection. Ariel leaned in, a gentle smile on her face, “I had a good feeling about it. Look at us, celebrating Valentine’s Day as a couple, and I couldn’t be happier.”

They had agreed earlier that month not to exchange any gifts but they both couldn’t help themselves. With a sheepish smile, Jack reached inside the side table drawer and pulled out a cheesy card adored with hearts. “You’re the missing piece to my puzzle,” it read, with her favorite lollipop attached to it.

“I know we said no gifts, but I couldn’t resist. Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Ariel laughed, equally guilty, “Funny, I got you something too.” She presented him a card that read “Our love is like these candies – sweet, irresistible, and a little nutty,” featuring Jack’s favorite chocolates.

They both couldn’t help but laugh at realizing the joy in breaking their own pact. “I guess we both failed at keeping it gift-free,” Jack teased, and Ariel grinned. “Well I’m not complaining one bit!” Ariel said as she ripped open her candy.

As the night continued Ariel couldn’t help but wish Jayla was there with them to celebrate. They had grown closer this past year and it felt weird not having Jayla with them.

She gently broached the subject with Jack, “Do you think we could pick up Jayla and spend the rest of the night as a family?”

Jack’s eyes softened as he realized the significance of the request. “Absolutely,” he replied, touched by her thoughtfulness. They made their way to his parents place, and the joy on the little girl’s face when she saw Ariel spoke volumes. The trio embraced the rest of the night with warmth, creating cherished memories that extended beyond the romantic, making it a truly special Valentine’s Day.

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[thekeystothebasement]

Awesome that you’re taking price requests cause we definitely need more of those!!! Thank you for your service and writing!!

Request:

You’re drunk and your friends dare you to introduce yourself to captain price at a bar. You actually have a nice conversation end up dating and he shows you off and then he breeds you

Haha idk how that escalated quickly but yasss

A/n: I'm so sorry this took so long to post! I've been facing some writer's block, nothing I've been writing has been sounding good 😫

So I apologize if this doesn't meet your expectations! 🧎‍♀️

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"Your beard looks amazing, it would look even better wet between my legs."

Maybe playing truth or dare with your best friend while alcohol was running through your veins wasn't such a good idea.

Your body went rigid in shock at the words leaving your mouth.

You didn't even greet the man.

You didn't say hello

You didn't ask for his name before the horny thoughts that were clouding your mind all night escaped at the first chance.

Drunk and horny wasn't a good combination.

"What the hell happened to buying someone dinner first?" Price chuckled before taking another sip of whiskey and glancing at you.

"I Ummm..." your train of thought had stopped as you looked into his amused eyes, and a small grin lingered on his lips. "I'll...eat you out for dinner???" your words slurred out, unsure of what you said sounded right.

"fuck. I meant to take you out for dinner.." you cursed. "Not eat you out." you laughed nervously as you looked at the male who couldn't contain his laughter.

"You're fucking pissed..." Price said with an amused tone. " Can't hold your liquor well can you?"

You shook your head no as a small blush dusted your cheeks.

"Dinner sounds nice but so does option two." Price teased.

"Who says we can't do both? I always have room for dessert" you teased back, liquor courage making a comeback inside of you.

"Big appetite?" Price asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Always" you responded with a small smile on your lips while batting your lashes at the older bearded man. His head tilted slightly to the side as his amused eyes never left your face, the smile on his face making you weak on your knees.

"You look like you bite off more than you can chew, young lady."

A playful pout formed on your lips at his words, "awfully rude thing to assume," You crossed your arms under your chest as you glared playfully at him. "Besides, I've been raised to lick my plate clean."

"A good little girl ain't ya?"

"Only when I want to be rewarded." flashing him an 'innocent' smile.

You see him digging through his pockets before pulling out a black marker, he held out his hand and which you reached over and placed your arm in. His calloused hands gently held your wrist as the cool ink of the marker traveled through your arm. You could smell the mix of whiskey and cigar smoke from being so close to him.

"Call me when you're not trollied," he said with a raspy voice, his eyes looking into your shining eyes.

"Trollied? I'm just a bit tipsy," you whined. You tried to lean closer to him but you underestimated the lack of control you had over your body. Before you knew it your face had planted into his chest. Price held onto your upper arms pushing you up.

"Just tipsy, huh?" he said mockingly.

You sent him the middle finger before you rested the side of your head against the bar countertop. You were looking at him while he looked down at you with a soft smile.

"...Harry?" you asked.

"Harry?" he asked back.

"I'm trying to guess your name...Henry?"

"Nope." he took another big gulp from his drink before giving you a clue. "First letter is J."

"James?"

"..."

"...Jack?"

"Fucking hell, do I look like a Jack to you? " he grunted, his eyes squinting at you.

"I'm trying, jeez...Jonathan?"

"You're getting closer, sweetheart."

You kept chanting the name Jonathan before your eyes widened and you looked at him with disgust.

"John? That's such a boring name," you muttered.

"Like your name is any better." he countered

"Best name that will ever leave your mouth" you argued.

"Is that so?" he asked with an eyebrow raised and a cocky smile on his lips.

"It is so, John," you said with emphasis on his name. "The name's y/n"

"Y/n? Only a muppet would have a name like that."

"Fuck you."

"I know you do sweetheart." he teased. "Too fucking drunk to remember your first words to me sweetheart?”"

"Yeah, but with a mouth like yours, the beard gonna stay dry" you taunted.

"Sounds like a challenge," he said while getting closer to your face, noses nearly touching. "Tomorrow night after dinner?"

"Tomorrow night after dinner." you recited his words in agreement.

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"You're dating the captain?" Gaz asked, bewildered that such a young fine woman would be dating his captain. The captain that he knew was a gruff, grumpy, and bearded old man. The exact man who had a harsh grip on your waist, fingernails plunging into the fabric of your sundress, and harshly pressing into your skin. His usually warm kind eyes, now cold and ruthless, picturing how he could make both of his sergeants suffer for having their eyes roam your body. You both have noticed how their eyes flicker between your eyes and the deep neckline of your dress exposing your cleavage to the young men.

"Why do you both sound so surprised?" Price asked. Standing right behind you, he leaned down and rested his face between your neck and shoulder. His mouth licked a stride of your skin, maintaining eye contact with his men. You let out a small whine at the feeling of his rough beard pricking at your skin, your body slightly squirming against his. "Don't believe your Captain still has his charm?"

"Stop teasing them." you scolded Price, slightly slapping at his chest and pushing him off of your body. You held out your hand, greeting both men formally and apologizing for your lover's behavior. "Well, I hope to see you both more often."

"Likewise bonnie."

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What was such an honest and somewhat innocent statement from Soap, was the final breaking point for the Captain. Having to constantly see younger males fawn over your beauty, their undeserving eyes devouring your body sometimes left Price self-conscious. It made him question his worth, but you were always ready on your knees to praise him and remind him how wonderful of a lover he is. At other times, it made him territorial, spewing commands and punishments onto you. You were always eager to comply with his commands, and his jealousy and anger were welcomed with your legs wide open, your wet cunt for his personal use. Your moans and whines were encouragement enough for him to know you were his alone.

But for Price to see his own men practically swooning over his lover awakened primal urges in John that were left dormant for far too long. Urges that had you face down onto the sheets with your ass in the air, juices running down your thighs, and a wet cunt milking the captain of his semen.

Rings of white at the base of his cock as you cummed around his length for the fourth time that night. His promises that he growled into your ear had you throbbing around his cock yet again.

"A cunt full of my seed..." Price mumbled against your neck, his fingers kneading the skin of your stomach. "You know what happens if I fuck my cum into your womb don't you darling?" he asked in a teasing voice.

"..b-baby." you cried out. Your back was now pressed against the mattress, Price mounted on top of you with his cock drilling into your gushing wet cunt.

"That's right, princess. You'll look so pretty with a round tummy." Price hissed. Your nails scratched at his back and your legs locked around his waist. "I'll make you a mommy, fuck a baby right into you."

"yes please, daddy." you sobbed. Your back arched as you felt another toe-curling orgasm creeping. "I want to be a mommy. Make me a mommy."

"Shhh..." John shushed, wiping off the tears rolling down your face. " I'll make you a mommy, no need to cry, sweetie."

Small chants of daddy spewed from your mouth as you felt yourself your love juices gush onto Price, absolutely soaking his pelvic region.

"Make you round with my child, your breasts engorged with milk for the baby," Price continued to thrust into you, his cock throbbing, eager to fill your welcoming cunt with his seed. "But you'll let daddy have a taste of your milk, right? Wouldn't want the baby to grow up greedy like his daddy?"

You let out a loud moan as you felt his hot semen spew inside of you, bursts of cum launching deeper and deeper into your womb, Price's words of making you a mommy increasing in possibility. Your legs freed Price from temporary captivity, allowing him to lean back but not pull out just yet. He wanted to ensure his cum stayed inside, his cock merely a cork for your hole at the moment.

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For the rest of the week, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost would hear you far more often than see you. Your moans of 'daddy' have nearly become background noises, but at night it only serves as a broken alarm keeping them all awake.

" I blame this shit on you" Gaz spat out, trying his best to ignore your begging moans of 'daddy please' through the walls.

"Steamin Jesus." Soap cursed, running and pulling at his mohawk in frustration. "I only called her bonnie, you were eyeing her tits."

Before Gaz could retaliate, Ghost's ruff voice cut through the room. "We are in this fucking bloody situation because you twits don't know to act around anything with tits and a cunt. "

Both men watched as their lieutenant stood up from the room and stated he was going out for a smoke.

"It's gonna be harder to ignore her tits if the Captain knocks her up."

"She'll be walking around with huge milkers."

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[sweetlummie]

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Jack Daniels (Agent Whiskey) x Fem! Plus Size! Reader

A/n: ANOTHER PEDRO CHARACTER‼️‼️🗣️🗣️ Something soft n sweet and not smutty just to dip my toe into this pond! I hope you all enjoy!! ALSO sapphires come in different colors not just blue! :) Not proofread so any and all mistake are mine!! As always feel free to leave constructive criticism. Likes, comments, and reposts are appreciated 🫶🫶🫶💗

Warnings: Whiskey being a jerk to women, mentions of deceased loved one

W/c: 1.7k+

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Jack Daniels, better known as Agent Whiskey, wasn't one for relationships. After his high school sweetheart died, his need or want for love died along with her. Of course like any man with needs he would often fuck around. It was meaningless one night stands, just to satiate his lust. He was sure to let whoever he was fucking know that there were no strings attached and he didn’t want a relationship. He broke countless hearts and even some women from the office quit once he rejected them, he simply didn’t care.

That’s what happened to the last receptionist. He swooped in and began to woo her with his southern charm just to get her in bed and he had accomplished his feat. They slept around for a few months before she caught feelings. One night after they had sex, she confessed and he laughed. “Sorry sweetheart, don’t want ya like that. You’re only good to me in my bed when you’re moanin’. Don’t need ya for anythin’ else. Now get.” He told her harshly, essentially laughing in her face. After that she quit, no two week notice or anything. Simply never came back.

Today the new receptionist was supposed to begin. He didn’t care who you were, he wasn’t interested in getting to know you. He would simply play nice, woo you, and fuck you. The same as he’d done with other women. As he sat in his office reviewing mission files Champ knocked on his door. “Come in.” Whiskey looked up from the files. “Ah, what can I do ya for Champ?” He spoke as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “New receptionist started today. Don’t be a jerk and make this one quit, alright son?” Champ said with a smirk even though he was serious. Whiskey laughed, “No promises. Anyway reckon I outta introduce myself to the little lady.” He said as he stood up buttoning his blazer, he made his way to the elevator to go to the first floor where you were at.

Once he reached the floor and the elevators opened, he looked up and the air was taken from his lungs. His eyes widened, his jaw nearly dropped, he swore he heard a choir of angels singing as he laid eyes upon you. He clutched his chest, this feeling was foreign. He swore he could never feel what he felt ever again.. What was happening? He had never felt this way for any other women except his wi- no. He can’t feel this way, he won’t feel this way. He knows you can only fall in love once and he already was in love, this isn’t possible.. Right? He was probably having a stroke or a heart attack, yeah, that sounds about right.

You felt the sensation of someone staring at you so you looked up from your computer and saw Agent Whiskey standing in front of the elevator, looking at you while clutching his chest. You had a look of concern etched on your face. You quickly got up and made your way over to him. “Agent Whiskey? Are you okay?” You spoke softly as you walked toward him.

He looked you up and down and internally groaned. You were so curvy and your rolls were so cute to him. You were far different from the women he used to bring home. And your voice- it was like honey, like silk, like the sweetest sugar. There was no denying it he was so fucked.

He cleared his throat and straightened out, flashing a smile. “I’m alright sugar, jus’ had a lil’ heartburn. Thank ya for checkin’ up. You’re new around here ain’t ya?” When he confirmed he was alright you smiled and nodded. “Yes sir! I’m the new receptionist!” You sure were a bubbly thing, your smile contagious. Whiskey kept his smile, but this smile was genuine and he genuinely was interested in the things you said, he clung onto the words you spoke like you were giving him oxygen to breathe. “I see, got a name lil’ lady?” He placed his hands on his hips as he looked down at you. You told him your name and chuckled. “Very pretty name, I must say you’re a pretty lil’ thing.” He flirted, which shocked you. Agent Whiskey was an attractive man and you had high confidence but men rarely openly complimented or flirted with you. “Oh, thank you! You’re not too bad yourself.” You chuckled, Whiskey was about to make a risky move but he didn’t care, he had come to terms with it. He wanted you, actually wanted you. Not for a fling, not to get in your pants, he truly wanted you. “Are uh, are ya doin’ anythin’ later tonight doll?” he asked, you shook your head, “No, why?” Now was his chance. “There’s this lil’ burger joint ‘round here that’s like a vintage diner.. Maybe ya wanted to, I dunno come out with me there for dinner?” He asked as he looked into your eyes, they were so beautiful to him. Like two sapphires shining in the moonlight. You smiled and bit your bottom lip. “Sure! I’d like that Agent..” He exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and he had the biggest grin on his face. “Alright then.. I’ll come down here after hours an’ I’ll pick ya up to take ya to the diner.”

Once back in his office Whiskey couldn’t believe what happened. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that would happen. As he sat down on his chair he thought about his deceased wife. She would’ve wanted him to move on… truth be told she was probably disappointed in how he had treated women and discarded them like they were nothing. It was time for him to start anew with you. He wouldn’t mess this up, he owes it to you and his wife to at least try to make this work.

Surprisingly the time goes by fast for both you and Whiskey. You both busied yourself in your work which made time fly. Before you knew it Whiskey was already descending the elevators on his way to your desk. You logged off the computer and collected your things. “Hey doll.” His thick, rich southern voice drew. You looked over at him, “Hi Whiskey!” He grinned, “Please doll, call me Jack.” He held out his arm for you to take, ever the gentleman.

As you both left the building he held the door open for you and when you got to his vintage Ford Bronco, he held the door open for you as well. Y’all hadn’t even gotten to the diner and already this date was going super well. Once you both were inside and buckled up he pulled out of the parking lot and drove through the Kentucky streets to take you to the diner.

After y’all arrived and he parked he helped you out of the vehicle and escorted you inside. The place was so cute, it looked like it was out of a movie in the 50’s with all the vibrant colors and lights that surrounded the area. You both were seated in a booth and you looked around in awe. Whiskey couldn’t help but smile at how adorable you looked as you took in your surroundings.

“Ya like it doll?” He asked as he leaned back in the booth, draping his arm on top of the booth he was sitting in. You looked at him with the biggest smile. “Uh huh! It’s so cute! This place is amazing!” He was pleased that you liked this place. “Glad ya think so.”

When the waitress came and took their orders Whiskey got a bacon cheeseburger with a coca-cola. You got a regular cheeseburger with a strawberry milkshake. While you waited on the food you both chatted for what seemed like hours. The conversation flowed so naturally between you both, it was as if you’ve known each other for years. Whiskey himself thought about how he could listen to you yap forever and he’d never get bored or annoyed with you. He was truly a man in love.

Once your food came you both ate, the food was so yummy! You shared your burger and milkshake with him and he shared his burger with you. Whiskey watched at how cute you looked with your chubby cheeks filled with food, he could get used to this sight every day. If there was one thing Whiskey learned today was that maybe you can fall in love more than once and that was okay. He knew he wanted to be the one that you woke up next to and would fall asleep next to as well, he wants to be the one who sees you at all hours of the day. Hell he even wants you to carry his children and carry his last name. His late wife could never be replaced but he didn’t see you as a replacement, he saw you as someone who was slowly healing him and helping him move on.

When you both finished your food, he paid and drove you home, the ride was filled with a nice comfortable silence. Once he pulled up to your place, he got out and opened the door for you so you could exit his vehicle. He then walked you to your door. Before you opened the door, you turned to look at him, a small shy smile on your face. “Thank you for everything Jack.. I truly enjoyed myself.. I hope we can do this again soon.” Whiskey looked down at you with a soft smile on his lips. “Glad you enjoyed yourself.. I did too.. Of course, this ain’t a one time thing baby. I wanna keep seein’ ya.” You nodded and leaned in, placing a soft, gentle kiss on his plush lips. He held you there for a while before you both pulled away. “Kay.. Night Jack, see you tomorrow..” You said as you entered your house. As you shut the door Whiskey stood there, bringing his fingers to his lips, still feeling the phantom feeling your lips left on his. He made his way back to his Bronco, maybe his wife sent you to come to his life and make him a better man.. He grinned and began to drive back to his place. He was hopeful that you two would create something beautiful and real together.

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[turtle-boris]

Jack hanma (NSFW)Head cannons

First time writing smut, sorry if it's bad. But enjoy anyways.

MINORS DNI

Has a biting kink, he likes marking what's his. He makes sure not to bite to hard though, just hard enough to leave a marks for him to enjoy later. You'll be covered in hickies and bite marks afterwards. I have a feeling he 100% has a breeding kink. His loads are huge so if he does cum inside, he's gonna stuff you like a pastry. As long as your on the pill of course. (I feel like he would totally call you his little stuffed pastry. He would call himself the pastry chef, because you know he stuffed you with his cream.)

His favorite positions are full Nelson, doggy style, and even if he doesn't like to admit it he likes it when you ride him. He likes watching you bounce, as you take what you want, but if it gets too boring for him he'll take over. If he's doing doggy style or full Nelson, that's when he wants to take you nice and rough. Would totally pull your hair in doggy style and whisper in your ear 'taking me so good darlin' or 'you like it rough, don't you sweetheart'. When he's got you in full Nelson he's just gonna have a cocky smirk while whispering things like 'aww, look at those pretty tears, am I fucking you that good baby?' or 'such a good little thing for me, taking me so good.' (They definitely call him Jack hammer for other reasons😏)

He's big into body worship, receiving and giving. So if you ever randomly say 'I'm so ugly' or 'I look horrible' in front of him, oh honey get ready. He will overstimulate you until your crying about how beautiful and perfect you are. He'll say stuff like 'Now, who's perfect, baby?' or 'Look how gorgeous you look right now, don't you agree?'. He loves it when you kiss his body and his scars, it makes him feel good. He adores it when you complement his body. He's worked really hard for his body, so you telling him how amazing he looks or strong he is makes him feel special and happy.

He 100% loves fucking you in front of a mirror. He loves being able to watch himself take you, while you writhe and moan. He will make sure your making eye contact with him in the mirror while he fucks you. If you look away, out of embarrassment, he'll grab your chin and make you look at him. He'll say stuff like 'look at me while I take you darlin, that's a good girl.' or 'tsk tsk, don't look away sweetheart, I wanna watch you come undone.'

He's big. About 12 inches long and 4 inches thick, so you need a lot of foreplay to be able to take him. But once he's inside, you'll feel impossibly full, and he'll talk you through it. Saying stuff like 'it's okay, your taking me so well sweetheart, being so good.' or 'There you go baby, take it.'

He makes sure to give you aftercare, he doesn't want you feeling used. He'll cuddle you and kiss where he bit you or gave you bruises or hickies. He'll clean you up and draw you a bath, while he changes the sheets. Then he'll cuddle up with you in bed and you'll fall asleep in each other's arms.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Jack Hughes Would Include:

Dating him is pretty amazing. I mean, he has a great sense of humor and he's super chill. Plus, he's always up for an adventure, whether it's trying a new restaurant or going skydiving. And he can be a total romantic. He loves surprising you with little gestures like flowers or writing you a love letter every once in a while. He's definitely the type of guy that will sweep you off your feet and make sure you always feel special.

He loves making you laugh and smile, so he's always cracking jokes and making you laugh. When you're having a bad day, he's the first to cheer you up and offer you a shoulder to cry on.

He loves spoiling you with small gifts or thoughtful gestures. When you're sick, he'll bring over your favorite food and make sure you have everything you need to feel better.

He loves helping you with whatever you need, whether it's fixing your car or giving you a personal massage after a long day.

Well, he's also the kind of guy who loves to have a good time with friends, so you can expect him to be down for a party or a night on the town. But if you want him to be completely honest, the thing he'll enjoy the most is just spending time with you. When you're together, there's nothing else in the world that matters. A bowl of popcorn, and a good movie or show. Or ordering pizza and playing video games all night! Either way, it's going to be amazing because you're next to him.

Dating him also means never having to worry about missing out on a good time because he's always up for trying new things. Whether it's traveling to an exotic locale or trying a new food, he's your guy. And he's not just a pretty face - he's a total sweetheart. He's loyal, and kind, and never wants to see you sad. So, if you need a shoulder to cry on, he's here for you.

You'll have a partner who is supportive and understanding. When you're having a bad day, he'll listen without judgment and make sure you feel supported. He also cares a lot about staying physically and mentally healthy, so he'll encourage you to be your best. He'll take care of any pets you have like they were his own. And if you have kids one day, you can count on him to be a great dad.

His love language is physical touch, so you'll never catch him without one of his arms around you, and at night, you'll be his little spoon.

Just being around him means never having to worry because you'll always feel safe and protected. Plus, he's also a total romantic, so make sure you wear your favorite dress, and get your hair/nails done or something special when you go out, because he will definitely notice.

When it comes to jealousy, I can tell you that he's not the jealous type. Of course, he loves you and he wants you to be his, but he trusts you completely. If any guys try to make a move on you, he knows you'll shoot them down because you're loyal and trustworthy. Other than that, he'll want you to feel free to hang out with your friends and go out without him. As long as you come home to him at the end of the night, he's not worried about anything else.

When it comes to roadies, he's not worried about them either. Yes, he's a famous hockey player and sure, there may be some girls who want to hang out with him. But at the end of the day, he's got a beautiful partner like you waiting for him at home. So any girls who try to make a move on him are just wasting their time. You don't need to worry about anything - he's all yours.

Away games are no problem as well. He'll make sure to keep in touch with you while he's away and he'll tell you all about his travels when he gets back home. Plus, he'll make sure to always bring back a little gift or souvenir for you to remind you of him. He'll also make you jealous with pictures of him hanging out with all his handsome teammates because let's face it - they're all really jealous of the super awesome partner he has left waiting at home.

If you come along to away games, even better. You can hang out and cheer him on and then you can all have dinner together or catch up after the game.

Dates with him are the best. You never have to worry about what to wear or where to go because he always has a plan. He loves surprises, so he'll just pick you up, drive you somewhere, and you'll find out where you're going when you get there. But don't worry, it's always a great location that he's picked out just for you both. And if you ever get tired, he'll just carry you back home so you don't have to walk another step.

PDA (Public Displays of Affection) are totally fine with him. He doesn't really care if people watch or judge him for how he shows you affection - he's just happy to be with you. He has no problem kissing you in public, holding your hand, or wrapping his arms around you for all to see. He's not shy at all and he doesn't mind being a little possessive of you either (in the adorable sense of the word). Everyone can see how lucky he is and how crazy he is about you.

His family loves you almost as much as he does, if not more! They can tell how much he adores and cares about you, and they're always asking when you're going to tie the knot. It doesn't matter where you go or what you do, they're always happy to see you. So you're pretty in the clear.

If any of his fans are ever mean to you, he's going to put them in their place real quick. Who do they think they are to mess with the person that he cares most about? He doesn't tolerate that kind of behavior, so they'll have a piece of his mind. No one's allowed to mess with his girl, and if he get a little protective and aggressive while defending you, just know that it's coming from a good place.

If another team ever makes any unwanted comments about you, you can rest assured that he will be the first one to shut them down. It doesn't matter where it happens or what the circumstances are - you're totally off limits. Any player who tries to cross that line will have him to answer to, and trust me - he means business. Just know that no one will ever treat you with less than the utmost respect while he's around.

The future looks bright and full of excitement for you and him. He knows he wants you by his side for the rest of his life, and he's excited to make all your dreams come true. Of course, he'll never forget to keep having fun too, and he'll be sure to take you on romantic trips and surprise you with fun surprises every once in a while. He can't wait to see where life takes you both, and he knows that you'll always have each other for support and guidance. It's going to be an amazing journey, and he wouldn't want to spend it with anyone else.

So, to sum it up, dating him means that you'll be treated like a princess/prince. He's funny, loyal, sweet, and totally devoted to making you happy. He'll always make sure that you never have a dull moment. Plus, he looks pretty damn good in a tux, so just imagine how good he'll look when he asks you to marry him.

Blindfolded teasing: He likes to blindfold you and then tease you with touches and sensations that you cannot see coming.

Body worship: He enjoys appreciating and worshipping your body and giving it his full attention.

Dirty talk: He enjoys adding dirty talk to spice things up and adding more of an intimate connection to your encounters.

Oral sex: He enjoys giving and receiving oral sex as a form of foreplay and intimacy.

Rough sex: The sensation of having sex in a rough and dominating way appeals to him, and he enjoys being assertive and aggressive in bed.

[babydollmarauders]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY & MOTHER’S DAY!

part of the el!hughes au!

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y/n.hughes imagine having the hottest, sweetest, most loving husband in the world. thankfully, i don’t have to imagine!

happy 22nd birthday to my best friend since i was 13, the best father i could’ve ever imagined to our beautiful baby girl, and my absolute world.

since we were tiny teenagers, you put the stars in my sky. you went from my friends brother, to my best friend, to my boyfriend, to my fiancé, to my husband, to the most amazing baby daddy. i’m so proud of how far you’ve come and i’m so grateful to have been by your side for all of it.

thank you for choosing me to love you for the rest of our lives.

i hope you have the best birthday, love!

p.s. if only teenage us could see us now!

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jackhughes thank you lovie ❤️ i’m so thankful that i have you in my life, for the rest of my life. i love you so much!

y/n.hughes 22 birthday kisses incoming!

trevorzegras lemme get in on that action! 😚😚

y/n.hughes @/trevorzegras come over! come see your niece and your bff’s!

trevorzegras @/y/n.hughes on my way!

lhughes_06 happy bday bro!

jackhughes thanks lil bro!

user37 THEY’RE SO CUTE 😭 MY PARENTS! HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACK!!

trevorzegras let’s blast some t-swift! happy 22, dude!

jackhughes thanks bro! lovie’s already had 22 on repeat all morning, she beat you to it

trevorzegras that’s my best friend!

nicohischier happy birthday hughesy! had fun last night!

jackhughes thanks cap! me too!

_quinnhughes happy birthday little brother! see you soon!

jackhughes thank you quinny! see you soon!

colecaufield happy birthday jacky! 22 has never looked so good!

jackhughes thank you cole 😉

elblue6 happy birthday to my middle baby ❤️

jackhughes thank you mom! happy mother’s day!

_alexturcotte happy birthday stud!

jackhughes thanks bro!

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jackhughes happy mother’s day to the girl who shook my world!

this girl came into my life when i was 14, and i remember when quinn introduced us. we hit it off immediately and one of my first thoughts was “i’m gonna spend my life with this girl”

at the time, i didn’t think it in a romantic sense, but more of a ‘this girl is gonna be my best friend forever’ way. of course, i’m not surprised to find that i was right. the past seven years with her in my life have been nothing short of amazing.

and then she blessed me with our baby girl and showed me just how amazing she really is. this girl is the best wife, friend, and most importantly mother.

lovie, i can’t thank you enough for giving me the most amazing gift: el. and i can’t thank you enough for being the most selfless, caring, kindhearted mom to our girl.

i love you with my whole heart.

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y/n.hughes i love you so insanely much, sweet boy! thank you! and thank you again for the beautiful flowers this morning <3

jackhughes flowers are the absolute least i can do compared to what you do for me and el every day

trevorzegras happy mother’s day to my best friend! thank you for giving me my goddaughter!

y/n.hughes thank you bff! can’t wait to see you later!

trevorzegras i’m armed with gifts!

lhughes_06 happy mother’s day sis! thanks for being like a much too young second mother to me!

y/n.hughes thank you bubs!! and thank you for the cards from you and el this morning! those were the sweetest!

user27 EVERYONE’S FAV MILF! HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY Y/N!

_quinnhughes happy mother’s day sis! i could never have imagined you becoming my sister and the mother of my niece when i introduced you two, but i’m so glad that’s what happened!

y/n.hughes thank you huggy! for everything! <3

elblue6 happy mother’s day sweetheart! ❤️

y/n.hughes thank you momma! happy mother’s day to you as well! you did such an incredible job raising your boys!

colecaufield HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY BESTIE!! see you soon?!

jackhughes i’m not a mother, cole. but thank you! see you soon!

colecaufield well this is awkward…

y/n.hughes THANK YOU COLEY!! see you so soon! can’t wait to be back home with the gang!

_alexturcotte happy mother’s day, y/n/n! jack, you better make her entire day!

y/n.hughes thank you turcs! we’ve been switching between spoiling each other all day!

nicohischier happy mother’s day to the team mom! thanks for always bringing us snacks and hosting team dinners!

y/n.hughes thank you neeks! it’s my pleasure!

dawson1417 HAPPY MOM’S DAY!!

y/n.hughes THANK YOU!!!

[altsvu]

i love what you did with my last ask so i just knew i needed to do another. how about a aaron x black!reader she's 7 months pregnant and over the phone has a discussion with aaron about the baby's skin color telling him "what if when it gets older it gets killed" and even aaron has to take a breath but over all jack heard the convo and is confused because he's like 8 and doesn't understand race like that and you and aaron explain it

complexities of race

pairing: aaron hotchner x pregnant!black!fem!reader

wc: 1.3k

cw: underlying mentions of current climate (iykyk), brief mentions of race/racism, fluff, pregnancy

a/n: girlll your prompts are so amazing, i love that you give me a challenge 🫶🏽🫶🏽 this was so hard to write not gonna lie, but of course i enjoyed it nonetheless!!! also this is the first fic of 2024! :) also i’m sorry it took me so long to write this!

criminal minds masterlist! ✯ taglist!

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“Aaron... I have something to tell you.” you smiled, leaning against the frame of the living room walkway. You hoped that he would be just as excited as you were, all those nights making love paid off.

“Sweetheart... you’re smiling, grinning even. What is it?” He asked.

“I’m pregnant.” you gushed, revealing the pregnancy test that was hidden in your hand.

Aaron’s eyes lit up in excitement. He rushed over to you and pulled you into his arms. “Oh, Y/N, that’s amazing!”

You were crying tears of joy, you were super excited to finally have a baby with the love of your life.

Fast forward to 7 months, you were thriving through all the symptoms of pregnancy. All the motion sickness, waking up in the middle of the night to throw up, the kicking, just to name a few.

Aaron made sure to be there for you every step of the way, from the moment he found out you were pregnant up until now. He would rub your belly a lot, give you foot and shoulder massages, satisfy your weird food cravings, and even read to your unborn child when he could.

You had no worries about this pregnancy. Until the intrusive thoughts started coming. Being a soon to be mom, you didn’t know if it was mother’s intuition, or just the simple fact that you were a black woman living in America. You started thinking a lot about how your baby would be when they grew up. Facing racism almost everywhere you went was not fun, which was why learning how to handle a situation like that was extremely important. You didn’t want your child being made fun of for their skin color or the way they look and not being able to see their self worth, see how beautiful they are, and that comments like those are baseless and have no real meaning.

This was something that needed to be discussed with Aaron. He sees the world differently than you do so it was important to you that your significant other understand your feelings and experiences. It wasn’t going to be like any other conversation they have had about racism; this time it involved a child, an innocent child.

You were at your grandparents’ house for the weekend and you decided to call Aaron to talk while you had some downtime.

He answered the phone fast and the two of you got into conversation quick. He asked you if you were doing okay and that he missed you and couldn’t wait until you came back so he could take care of you. You expressed that you missed him as well and asked him how he and Jackson were doing.

Then you decided to let the cat out of the bag.

“Aaron?”

“Yes love?”

You exhaled out of your nose. “There’s something I’m worried about, uh, for this pregnancy. Or at least something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about for a while.”

“What is it?”

“Our baby is black. I just- I dunno, what if... our child gets killed when it goes out into the world on their own? This world is a sick place and it’s hard to raise a black child.“

Aaron paused for a bit. He knew what you were saying was the truth, and nothing but the truth. But he had no idea how to respond. Growing up, he never really knew what it was like to be made fun of because of the color of someone’s skin, let alone now in today’s world, where people get killed just because of it.

“Y/N, I want you to know that our baby will be protected to the fullest extent. Everything that you told me is all true, and I don’t want to dismiss any of your feelings.”

“I know, and I appreciate you for that.” you answered.

All of Aaron’s words were reassuring, but you still didn’t think he understood. It’s not that you were mad at him for that, you didn’t blame him for anything. You wanted to educate as much as possible.

You were the oldest daughter in your family, and seeing how your other siblings were raised, you wanted the best for your child.

You continued talking to Aaron about it in hopes that those intrusive thoughts would go away sometime soon.

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You were back from your grandparents’ house and you were now sitting on the couch at Aaron’s place, which became yours as well since you moved in with him.

He had something important to talk to you about, and a part of you thought it had to do with the phone conversation a few days ago.

“Is everything okay?” you asked.

“Yeah, um, it’s just Jack. He overheard our conversation the other day and he’s been asking questions and I think it would be best for the both of us to answer those questions.”

“I think that’s a good thing. He’s growing up and these are conversations that need to be held. I’m happy to help him understand as best as I can.”

Aaron took your hand and smiled. “I agree.”

A few hours later, after Jack came back home from school, the three of you sat at the dining table enjoying the meal Aaron cooked. Beforehand, you had told Aaron that you were gonna use the eggs in the fridge as an example since Jack was still so young to understand technical terms.

“So, Jack, we wanted to talk to you about something, and it’s very important, okay?” Aaron started.

“Okay.”

“So I know you’ve asked about what race is and things like that. I wanna show you something, okay? I think it will help you understand.”

You got up and got a white and a brown egg from the fridge as well as a spoon and placed them in front of Jack.

“Which egg do you want to break?”

“The white one!” Jack exclaimed, taking the spoon and breaking it.

You smiled softly. “Okay, good. Now how come you decided not to break the brown one instead?”

“I thought it would look different on the inside.”

“Well, do you wanna see something cool?” You asked. Jack nodded in response. You took the spoon and broke the brown one.

“They look the same on the inside.” Jack noted.

“You’re right, Jack. The eggs look different on the outside, but when you break them open, you see that they look the same.” Aaron started.

He explained to Jack that people have preferences for a lot of tangible things, and how it can apply to actual human beings. For only being 8 years old, Jack was very attentive to what you and Aaron had to say, and was asking all the right questions.

“Because the baby growing inside of me is going to look different than you, people may not like that. But my baby is a human too.”

“Is that why you were scared?”

You nodded. “I went through it too, and I just want to keep my baby safe.”

Jack went over to you and hugged your belly in response. It made you smile from ear to ear.

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“Hi beautiful.” Aaron said, kissing your cheek.

It had been evening time at this point and Aaron had just tucked Jack into bed, and you were lying down in the other room reading a book.

“Hi,” you responded back smiling.

Aaron got settled in with you in bed and cuddled. “Do you feel better about everything now?”

“Honestly, I know that deep down inside, those feelings are still there and will arise at some point but being able to talk about it freely is refreshing.” you admitted. “And that’s okay.”

He smiled. “That’s good. I’m glad Jack was able to take part of this conversation with us.”

“Me too. Surely we’ll have even more engaging conversations like this.”

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