#camy my baby boy

[vickling27]

Ice cream Time!!<33

@nyx-mrbones-2360 Look the yummy flavors of your baby

yes despite that small size Camy eats a lot UwU

Mr.Bones belongs to @nyx-mrbones-2360 Camellia Belongs to @vickling27(me)

[unrelenting-usurper]

His ass loves watching Elden Ring challenge runs with me

[leonsdolly]

Canto V

Plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem! reader

Synopsis: Leon's back from Spain, but there's something off about him.

CW: nsfw 18+, p in v, dubcon, implied somnophilia, breeding kink, bruising, titplay, cunnilingus, creampie, unprotected sex, forced orgasms, overstimulation, lots of spit, choking, reader passes out during sex

WC: 2.4k

It may as well be a universally known concept that when you’re in a relationship with a government agent, you’d better get used to being strangers with the finer details. Who, what, when, where, and why made themselves at home in your vocabulary while you were dating Leon. It was all futile; he couldn't ever tell you where he was going for his next mission or when he was coming back to your grabby hands. Swearing confidentiality with your left hand on the Bible trumps a loving, concerned girlfriend apparently.

Leon had been gone for a few days this time around, and you weren’t sure when exactly he’d be back. You prayed to every divinity who cared to listen that he would come back home safe and sound to you. You did so every time he left. The government calls, he runs, you make your deals with Jesus.

The clock strikes midnight as you flit around your apartment, closing the kitchen and ensuring everything is locked up for the night. You got home from work rather late, and you’re looking forward to falling into a deep slumber, especially since you’ve taken your everything shower, completed your skincare routine, and changed into a cute teddy bear print cami with matching boy shorts. While your heart aches for your absent boyfriend, you throw your shoulders back and keep your chin high, braving another night of sleeping alone in your queen-sized bed. You slide under the covers and turn off your bedside lamp before closing your eyes and ultimately slipping into a welcomed state of unconsciousness.

Scratching, more scratching… Huh? You blearily open your eyes before squinting at the time displayed on your alarm clock - 1:48 am. Did something wake you? You don’t hear anything, yet you have the sinking feeling that something did lull you out of your sleep. You fumble to turn the lamp on - thankfully, there’s nothing standing in the corner of your room or anything else that would have you screaming bloody murder until your lungs collapsed. The covers are pulled aside as you sit up in bed, planting your feet on the hardwood floor. 

Once your feet lightly hit the floor, a terrible shuffling resounds from the living room which makes your blood freeze over. Your limbs are immobilized, but your eyes move towards the door, like you’re in a state of sleep paralysis and your demon’s lurking around the corner. Heavy footsteps grow closer and closer to your door, and you watch the doorknob turn in slow motion. 

The door swings open, and your body dissolves. 

“Leon?” Your eyes blink at him, unsure for a second if he’s the product of a sleep paralysis induced hallucination.

Your lover stands before you with a somewhat dazed expression himself - dark circles engraved below his exhausted eyes, faded bruises on his face, dark veins trailing across his pale skin. He stands transfixed for what feels like forever before he blinks. “Baby.”

The sound of his voice breaks you out of your own stupor, and you launch off the bed and straight into his arms. You bury your face in his chest as you wrap your arms around him tightly. “You’re home.”

He shudders violently before his arms encircle you as he buries his face in your hair, inhaling the smell of your shampoo - ah, figs and camellia, a breath of fresh air from guts and mold. “I missed you… I almost didn't…” His voice is unsteady, wavering in a way that makes you want to never let go of him.

“It's okay, my love. You're home now, you’re safe.”

“I almost didn't make it… You don’t know what happened…” His hands shake slightly as he grips onto you a little harder.

A lump forms in your throat at the realization that he could have very well perished during this mission. It’s not often that he lets you see him in such a vulnerable state, so hearing the fear decorate his tone causes your heart to squeeze painfully. 

“What happened?”

“You know I can’t tell you that.”

“Fine, at least tell me where you were. S’not like I can head there and foil the government’s plans after it’s already over. ”

“...Spain.”

You wonder what kind of horrors had transpired in Spain, but you know better than to inquire further. You hold him close and rub his back soothingly, trying to make him feel as loved as possible. “It's over now, right?”

“Right…” A hint of worry colors his tone as he presses a kiss to your head. “Can we just go to sleep?”

“Of course,” you reach up to gently rub the shadowy veins visible underneath his eyes and creeping up his neck. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah. Guess my body just went through a lot back there.”

You take his arms, turning them over and over and examining them closely for any serious wounds. Thankfully, you don’t see anything except for the occasional minuscule scrape, though the unnaturally dark veins worry you. You’re afraid they may be the result of some sort of vascular impairment, so you make a promise to yourself that you’ll drag him to the doctor’s office soon for a proper assessment. You help him wash up, letting him use your products so he’s soft and smelling like you. You hold each other close in bed, relishing the feeling of finally being able to sleep in each other’s arms after time apart.

Ouch. You wince slightly as you wake up to the sun streaming in through your lace curtains. You drowsily fumble for Leon’s hand to hold first thing in the morning like you usually do, but the space next to you is empty. You certainly hope you hadn’t just dreamed of his homecoming.

“Baby?” You croak as you wince again. Are you naked? And why are you so sore? Your eyes trail down to your arms which are littered with bruises. Eyes wide like cherry pies, you tug the comforter off to discover that the rest of your bare body is marked in a similar fashion - bruises bloomed across your neck, teeth marks engraved in your breasts, handprints stamped onto your hips like someone had been gripping onto them for dear life. Trembling, you slowly raise yourself up to a sitting position. You squirm as you feel slick in between your thighs, how fresh it is, you can't say for sure.

“Leon?” Your voice sounds foreign to your own ears as you call out for your lover.

You’re dazed as you take a step forward, feeling your body spinning like a ballerina, a delicate little thing that’s been used and abused and stuffed in a box marked FRAGILE. A strong pair of arms wrap around you from behind, anchoring you to his bare chest- they’re so much warmer than your Leon’s. Your eyes flutter as they gaze straight up into a pair that look like your Leon's except they’re murkier, hungrier. 

Inky blood vessels coagulate underneath his skin, giving him a mottled appearance. They interweave throughout his body like morbid ribbons decorating his limbs for a funeral. He breathes heavily as he squeezes at your already tender body, causing you to whimper.

“Leon, ‘m sore… What did you do?” A low growl reverberates within him as he pulls you back onto the bed, shoving you onto your back. Before you can interrogate him further, his lips smash against yours. His kisses are all teeth and slobber, filled with nothing but the desire to ravage everything you hold near and dear.

“Mine, all mine,” he groans as he latches his lips onto your neck, decorating it with his very own artistic flair. “Mine to keep forever.” You whimper at the way his lips assault your most sensitive point like a wolf ready to tear out the wide eyed fawn’s throat. 

“Fuck, feels so good,” you moan which further ignites that primal instinct in him that wants to give you the greatest pleasure you’ve ever known, all for the sake of claiming you as his very own mate. He squeezes your tits together and spits on them before rubbing it into your nipples with the rough pads of his thumbs. You squeal at the stimulation as he takes a nipple in his mouth, suckling at it as hard as he can before letting go with a pop.

“God, Leon,” you cry out as he continues to suck on your tits. He pushes them together as hard as he can and forces both nipples into his mouth so he can lap at them like a creature who stumbled across an eternal spring in the vast desert.

“Love these tits,” he groans. “Sweet fucking nipples, made to suck on all day and night. To think they’re gonna get even bigger when they're full of milk.” He pushes his face in between them before finally pulling away with a slap to each one, watching them jiggle with a carnal gaze.

“M-milk?” You whimper as he kisses across your abdomen and lowers down to your leaking pussy.

“Yeah,” he pants as he spreads your dripping folds open with his thumbs, inspecting the remnants of the now stale cum he had dumped inside while you slept like an unsuspecting angel. “Your body has accepted my gift.” A tinge of fear courses through your veins at this last line; you can’t put your finger on why it makes your skin crawl, but they don’t sound like your Leon’s words.

“Gift?” You involuntarily moan as he lets himself drool on your pussy before pressing sloppy kisses straight onto your clit. 

“You’ll take my seed.” He starts lapping at your pussy ruthlessly, but not before grabbing your thighs and forcing them to clamp around his head, keeping him fused to your most intimate parts. Your sweet noises overflow the room as your back arches like he’s possessing you, dragging you down to flail around for eternity among the powerful black winds. Your voice turns shrill as you cum on his salacious tongue. Canto V.

When he finally emerges for air, his eyes are now murkier than before - the once serene blue that inspired such tranquility is now charred, tenebrous. “Leon,” your eyes tear up as you gaze down at him with your elbows propping you up.

“Shh,” he smirks as he raises himself up to pump his hard cock a few times before aligning himself with your pretty hole. “My baby, my lamb. Gonna get your beautiful belly all swollen for me. Gonna creampie you as many times as it takes.” He pushes himself inside your sopping cunt as you wail for the heavens. Your pussy allows him to enter with ease, clenching around him like it needed him to breathe - which it did. He begins to thrust into you with all the vigor of a madman.

“So good for me, my fucking girl,” he pants as he continues to pound into you. He leers at the way your tits bounce at each thrust before leaning over to spit on them. Your chest gleams with his saliva as you moan louder than you ever have before, like your throat really is being ripped out by the big bad wolf. His cock reaches deep, hitting all the spots you know nothing else can, and before you know it, you’re cumming all over him as he continues to pummel into you. Your nails dig into his back as you try to claw onto anything that can keep you physically grounded through your orgasm.

He laughs a little to himself as he continues to fuck you despite the fact you just came. “L-leon,” you cry out. “S’too much, too sensitive.”

“You can take it, been taking it all night.” His balls slap against your ass as he leans down to jam his lips against yours, licking into your mouth until your head’s all dizzy again. He rears back to push your legs up against your chest as his cock pounds into you; the new angle’s making your eyes roll all the way back into your head. “Oh, fuck,” he murmurs to himself as his breath hitches and he stares down at you losing yourself in the mating press. “That’s a good breeding bitch.” His words are hushed, but they bounce around in your head and yank another orgasm out of you, leaving you sobbing from the overstimulation.

“S’okay baby,” he coos as he kisses your salty tears away and wraps a hand around your smooth throat. “You’re doing so well, accepting my gift.” His eyes unsettle you, damn near pitch black as they peer right into yours. Your battered pussy tightens in tandem with the hand gripping your throat. Your tongue lolls out as you start seeing stars, and he sucks on it. “Give me another one, little lamb.”

“C-can’t,” you slur as your limbs dissolve. You want to give him another one. Want it, want to bear his child, want to exist for him. Want to breathe him, let him pump through your circulatory system. His breathing becomes erratic, damn near hysterical, as he nears his own high. He rubs your swollen clit to bring you closer to yet another orgasm, though you wonder if you’ll live to tell the tale once you reach it. He pounds into you as hard as he can, unrestrained growls falling from his lips as he dumps his load into you. You manage to cum yet again, release so intense on your already wasted form, that it shatters your senses. You’re vaguely aware of someone shrieking, and it takes a while to realize that it’s coming from your own mouth. You did it. Your vision goes black, and you slump into unconsciousness. 

The first thing you perceive when you regain consciousness is the calloused hand gently caressing your face as if you’re a china doll. “Leon?” Your mumble brings him to slowly gaze at you with concern and shame.

“Baby.” He raises his other hand to hold yours with all the love and tenderness he could muster. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore… tired…” You frown slightly as you try to sit up, but he stops you from straining yourself. “What happened, Leon?”

“I’m so sorry.” His eyes are cast downwards as if the floor will be more forgiving than his own lover. “I’m not okay.”

“It’s okay,” you frown as you squeeze his hand reassuringly. “You didn’t hurt me.”

“I could’ve. I thought this thing had resolved itself in Spain.”

“We’ll figure this out together.” You gently tug his arm, signaling to him that for now, you just want him laying with you. He slides into the bed and cautiously rolls you over on your side so that he’s spooning you from behind. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and gives your belly a pat.

[kissitbttr]

can u please do one where Eddie asks to sucks on ur titties, and he super shy about it because ur his first girlfriend but u ofc let him and I think it’s absolutely adorable

BIG YESSSS oh mannn, he’d get so tittydrunk!! also i changed it up a little bit towards the end <3

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eddie has seen tits before. not in real life, though. he’s seen them in magazines and home videos and he thinks they’re absolutely divine.

growing up, he never experienced what dating is like nor sex. he never even had a girlfriend before! does it bother him? not really, but it’d be such a blessing if he was gifted with a woman of his dreams. someone like debbie harry or cindy crawford. yeah, he was pretty unrealistic about that one. i mean, don’t all teenage boys?

and that’s when you happened. soft, girly looking princess who stole his heart with your gorgeous smile and rockin’ body. he admits he was a little shallow at first, but how could he not when he sees you dressing up in small clothings that shows the shape of your perfect tits? he’d drool.

eddie, just like any other hormonal teenager, has dirty thoughts that consumed his brain. but he never really acts on them, seemingly afraid that he’d do something wrong or make you feel grossed. he doesn’t want that.

but god, does he want so badly to touch and suck on your tits. just imagining his hands wrapped around the soft flesh makes his cock twitches.

“you okay there, eds?”

a soft voice pulls him out of the train of thoughts. he blinks rapidly and find your eyes looking at him in concerned. you’re sitting beside him, with legs tucked under your butt and his eyes casts down to see your thick thighs hugged perfectly by the grey cotton shorts.

he’s definitely not looking at your tits too right now. definitely. not

“hm? oh, y-yeah” he chuckles nervously, gliding his sweaty palms against his jeans. is your room always been this hot?

“you sure? you look a little red” as you lean over towards him to brush the sweat coating his forehead, he tenses. maybe it’s because your chest is now pressing against his arm. “did i do something?”

“n-no! you didn’t do anything wrong, princess. it’s just that-“ he pauses to glance down at your tits, gulping at the sight of them almost spilling out of your cami top. “you’re distracting. that’s all?”

raising an eyebrow, you crossed your arms. which isn’t helping the case because your tits only pop out more. “how am i distracting?” he doesn’t give you an answer, only to eye at your chest once again and that’s when you realize,

“are you kidding me? my tits?! that’s why you’ve been acting weird?”

“what? I’m a guy! tits and ass make me hard! and yours are…” he trails off, tilting his head. “perfect—shit I’m sorry, i don’t know why I’m acting like this”

his tinted cheeks just make him ten times more cuter. like a kid getting caught hiding an adult magazine under his bed

“you know, just because you’re a virgin that doesn’t give you the right to be a perv” he knows you’re joking but he can’t help to blush when you say that,

“i’m not a perv! and god—you promised you’d stop making fun of me about that!” he pouts, brows tipping in as he watches his girlfriend laughs,

“i’m kidding” you give him a peck on his cheekbone, staring at the adorable boy who’s blushing like crazy as he looks at you, then a sudden question pops in his mind,

“c-can i… touch them?”

“what?”

“you know—uhm, c-can i feel…your tits?” he points at your chest, voice grows quite and shy when he asks the question. looking over to you hesitatingly as he plays with his fingers. a habit of his when he’s nervous,

“you want to play with them?” a smirk plays on your lips, toying with the material of your top, “fondle a little and make a mess on my tits, baby?”

“god don’t say it like that. it sounds dirty” he rubs his face vigorously with his hands. also to hide the blush on his cheeks so you won’t have to see. “but y-yeah. can i ?”

“you’re so cute. asking for my consent and all. such a good boyfriend” you giggle, and his lips stretch into a smile when you say that. he likes being complimented that way. means that he’s doing a great job and hasn’t done anything to make you feel weird around him,

“of course you can. thought you’d never asked” you shift yourself into a much more comfortable position,

“really? that’s—oh shit—“ he gets interrupted by you plopping down on his lap, legs kneeling beside his. hands going over around your waist to keep your body steady. “okay uhm—wow—princess, god, you’re very close to me.”

your breasts are now at his eye level and dangerously close to them. wouldn’t be surprised if his nose brushes against them.

he feels goosebumps arise on his skin when your hands making their way towards his neck, tugging on his hair to get him to look up. he whines at the sudden contact,

“you can play, eddie—besides” you halt your sentences by giving him a soft kiss. “they belong to you, anyways. right?”

eddie feels a sense of pride inside of him when you mentioned that. confidence grows knowing he’s the only person that gets to feel and see your tits. one lucky motherfucker, that he is.

“y-yeah. fuck yes” he replies almost too shyly. watching you drag the straps down to your shoulders. enough to make your tits bounce free from the material.

eddie’s cock just turns painfully hard.

“they’re so—pretty” he breathes out, eyes locked on your breasts. hypnotized by the fullness of them and perky nipples just begging to be touched by him.

slowly, his shaky hands come up to rest them on your chest. a sigh of relief leaves his mouth when your nipples graze against his palms. he gives them a squeeze, cursing under his breathe by the softness of it,

“you like em?” you tuck a hair behind your ear. looking down at his hands. “how do they feel?”

“fucking amazing” he responds clearly amazed he’s too far gone now and refuses to look at you. “god, baby—they’re so” his hands give another squeeze. “soft and plushy—do they lactate?”

“jesus, eddie. I’m not pregnant.”

“you’d look hot if you were” he mumbles, hoping you don’t hear that but you manage to catch it,

“i’m still in high school dumbass. don’t even think about trying to knock me up” you swat his chest with the back of your hand, making him giggle childishly.

“after graduation then.” he shrugs playfully and he could sense you sending him a glare but chooses to ignore that,

his thumbs slowly drawing circles around the hardened nipples making you moan softly, and hearing it almost makes him cream his pants. eddie thinks you create the prettiest moans ever. plus, it’s an extreme ego boost for him.

“you do know how to make a man weak on his knees, sweetheart”. his voice grows cockier the minute you become putty in his hands. “fucking perfect.”

he’s in a trance at the sight of you. pupils dilating at your body arching back a bit with hands on your thighs. teeth sinking into your bottom lip and eyes screwed shut. making it impossible for him to stop playing with your breasts.

you’re looking like a proper dream to him,

“can i suck on them?”

you chuckle before nodding. “again with the questions? you should know the answers by now.”

“just making sure I’m not crossing any boundaries. trying to be a gentleman here.”

“stop with all the modesty. you literally have your hands on my boobs” with an eye roll, you push yourself back towards his chest. hands link around the nape of his neck. “need a little push maybe?”

he’s about to ask what you mean by that, only to be answered with your hips slowly rolling against his hard cock over the jeans. “jesus christ, y/n—“

“come on, now” you nod your head towards your chest. “do what you gotta do.”

in instant, his mouth is wrapped around your pebbled nipple. you yelp in surprise then giggle after seeing him like that, his hand flies to your ass and pull you close.

“easy, cowboy—i’m not going anywhere”

he can’t focus. you feel so good and soft inside his mouth. tongue messing around the nipple, painting it with his spit. suckling on the soft flesh like a baby with his eyes shut, his other hand moves to give a rough squeeze on your other breast.

“fuck i love them so much” he moans, leaving wet kisses on them. teeth dragging over the skin to mark you. “you have the prettiest of em all, sweetheart—i swear.”

he’s lost in them. truly hooked. and you thought to yourself that he could be just saying that because your tits are the only ones he has ever seen. when he knows for sure, that the others are nothing compared to yours.

“aw look at that. my baby is hooked” you coo at him, who’s resting his cheek on your body with his mouth still not letting go. his soft brown curls tickling the valley of your breasts. “enjoying yourself, my pretty boy?”

you pat his cheek to get him to respond, which he only hums instead while continuously flicking your nipple with his tongue. never wanting to stop. but he can’t stop the fluttery feeling in his stomach when you call him ‘pretty’.

circling your hips just a little harder now, you bury your hands in his hair. massaging the scalp that guarantees another moan from him. sending the vibrations down to your spine and straight to your core. he pinches your nipple between his thumb and fore finger, rolling it ever so gently. brown eyes snap open to see how you doing. smiling to himself when your jaw hangs open in pleasure.

“i have an idea.” your hands turn to grip on his shoulders, giving a firm squeeze before pulling his mouth off of you, making him whine. “how about i teach you how to fuck my tits now, eds?”

he has never felt more excited in his life.

[crxss01]

hiii, can i request a e-42 miles morales where he just wants to be comforted but he’s that miles so obviously he doesn’t want to admit it and puts up a strong facade in front of reader but she knows what’s up. thank you!!

— After Dark

pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ e-42!miles morales x reader

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ you have come to know miles so much that you know when he is stressed and in much need of comforting even when he tries to act tough in front of you.

warnings ✧˖ ° angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, kissing, miles is our baby boy and needs to be held, cuddling, you being a good partner.

m. list, main m.list.

translations ✧࿓☾ bonito: handsome/or pretty boy, (mi) princesa: (my) princess, cariño: dear, amor: love, te amo tanto: i love you so much, mi angelito: my little angel.

a/n . . ◟੭ hey, sweet anon! i felt this request in my heart while writing it, hope you enjoy!

you were awaken in the middle of the night by the creak! of your window as it was forced open, you flopped back down from your sitting position after realizing who the intruder was. your boyfriend, miles morales.

"bonito, what are you doing here?" you asked him, you felt exhausted and when you looked at the clock on your nightstand you noticed you had only slept for an hour.

"sorry for waking you, princesa." he apologized, then sat on the end of your bed just examining your face. he did this often, but now there was something off with him.

"what's wrong?" you sat back up, and moved until you were kneeling on your bed right in front of him, taking his head in between your hands.

"nothing, mami." he shook his head, a small smirk making its way to his face as he looked you up and down.

the covers had come off when you moved towards him and in the process revealing your pijama shorts along with the pijama cami top.

"miles, don't play with me." you warned which wiped the smirk off his face. "tell me what's up with you."

"it's nothing, cariño. don't worry about it." he dismissed once again.

"mhm..." you hummed, then proceeded to get off your bed to kneel on the floor. grabbing his feet, one by one, you took off his jordans. you put them to the side neatly and stood back up, unzipping your boyfriend's jacket while he just observed then you took that off too and since he doesn't like sleeping with a shirt on you took it off of him.

"come on," you said getting in bed once again and grabbing his hands, pulling him up the bed which he obliged to.

he laid under the covers with you, between your legs with his head on your chest as you ran your hand up and down his back trying to bring as much comfort to him as you could.

it was silent for what felt like hours and you couldn't figure out if he was sleeping or not because of how relaxed his breathing had become, but you had your answer when he spoke up again.

"it's my mom,”

you stayed silent, wanting him to continue at whatever pace he would like to.

"she keeps working overnight shifts and i know she is doing all of that to provide for me, but it hurts me so much to see her work herself so hard like that. it makes me feel like a burden to her, because if it wasn't for me she wouldn't have to do that." he took a shaky breath, pausing.

once again you remained silent, not pushing him to continue.

"when she comes home she looks so tired and she doesn't even sleep that much because she immediately starts worrying about how i didn't eat properly and if my clothes are washed or some other stuff and it just makes me feel like shit seeing her like that and all because of me." he finishes.

you waited just in case he had something else to say before you said anything, when he didn't you took his head in your hands making him look up at you. you wanted him to look you in the eye as you spoke.

"miles morales, you're not a burden to your mother." you stated, loud and clear. the thought that your parents might hear you did not go through your head. "she works like that not only because she is raising a child all on her own and has to take care of him because she loves him so much, more than anything in this world. she also works like that so that she can be able to provide for herself. she works like that because she is a strong, beautiful and independent woman who others can not compare to. miles, you're her son, of course she would do all of that and more for you because the love of a mother is something that is unrivaled."

you took a deep breath. "if tia morales had considered you a burden, don't you think that she would've given you up to some child system or whatever? but she hasn't and would never do it, i know she wouldn't. she loves you just like you love her."

miles was looking at you, eyes watery but only one tear came out before he wiped it off, breaking eye contact as he did this. he buried his head on your chest for a moment.

"so if you ever feel like a burden again, just remind yourself that she loves you and that she also needs to do that for herself. okay, amor?" you asked.

miles lifted his head up, nodding.

"no, i want you to say it for me." you told him.

"okay." he said.

"i love you, did you know that?" you smiled down at him.

"yes and i love you too, mi princesa." he smiled back and pulled himself further up on top of you until he was on eye level with you. "te amo tanto," he kissed your forehead. "the love of my life," he kissed your right cheek. "my one and only." he kissed your left cheek. "my happiness." he kissed your nose. "mi angelito." he kissed your mouth.

you smiled into the kiss, and kissed him back before pulling away. "i'll always be here for you." you told him.

"i know." he smiled, full teeth showing which was rare, then kissed you again.

life was perfect when he was with you.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ reblogs are really appreciated!

[wholoveseggs]

Yo I’m back. Tbh half of your anon requests are me lol. Can you write something about Elijah and the reader having a family. Kids of any age maybe living in the compound with the rest of the mikaelsons? Still smut ofc but I love that episode where Elijah is with Cami at the safe house and he acts all family man fixing the fence n stuff that was hotttt

Family Man

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

Life at the compound can be chaotic with kids and family running around, but Elijah wouldn't have it any other way.

♡♡ Thanks for the request wonderful @elijahstwink (everyone go check out his fics!) & anon!I Love domestic Elijah sooo much, I truly believe this would be his dream life. ♡♡

4.5k words - Warnings: smut, oral sex, unfortunately I didn't make this as kinky as requested...its just very sappy and sweet, this is just a day in the life of Elijah as a devoted father and husband, pregnant!reader, uncle Klaus being precious, toddlers, hot cocoa, kittens & so much flufffffff

ps, this is pretty much a sequel to devotion...

In the early hours of the morning you were awoken by a loud snore from your husband. You rolled over to face him, chuckling a little as you watched his peaceful sleeping form. It was the first time in a long time he was finally getting the rest he deserved.

You slowly turned, carefully sliding out of bed. You tiptoed out the room and decided to go down to the kitchen to make some tea.

You loved this time of night, being in the stillness of the house, just enjoying the calmness and being able to take in the beauty of it all.

When you reached the bottom step, you heard some sniffling and cries coming from one of the rooms down the hall. You rushed to the door and opened it, and a small figure ran into your arms, clinging onto you.

"What's wrong, little one?" you asked, scooping her up.

"I had a nightmare. There were these people with sharp teeth and they were chasing me. And then you were there but you were gone. It was scary, mommy," she sobbed, her head buried in your chest.

"It's okay, sweetheart, it was just a dream. Nothing bad will happen to you. You are safe," you said, kissing her head and stroking her hair, soothing her. "Come on, let's go get something warm to drink,"

You carried her down to the kitchen and began to prepare the hot cocoa, which was her favorite. As you stood over the stove, waiting for the milk to boil, you felt her little hands rubbing your stomach.

"Mommy, when is the baby going to come out?" she asked.

"Not for a while, sweetie. It needs to grow inside my belly for a little longer," you chuckled.

"Okay," she said, looking sad. "I can't wait to meet them. Is it a girl or a boy?" she asked, looking up at you with her big, brown eyes.

"We don't know yet," you replied.

"Oh," she replied, disappointed. "I hope it's a girl. I already have a brother, I want a sister," she said.

"We'll just have to wait and see," you smiled, placing the mug of hot cocoa down on the counter. "Here, drink up, before it gets cold," you said.

She hopped off the chair and held the mug with both her hands, sipping away. You sipped on your tea as well, feeling relaxed. You loved these quiet moments with her, and you would cherish every one of them, since she was growing up so fast.

"So, what was this dream about, princess?" you asked, wanting to know more.

"T-there were people with sharp teeth and they were after me," she said.

"And why do you think that was?" you asked, not wanting her to feel afraid, but curious about what caused this dream.

"I think I saw it in a movie or something," she said, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "An-and uncle Nik showed me his sharp teeth, but he promised he would never bite me, only use them to protect me," she said.

"Oh, did he now?" you laughed.

"Yeah, but then he bit my teddy bear," she said, giggling. "he said my teddy was a threat!"

"That sounds like something uncle Nik would do," you chuckled.

"Can I sleep with you and daddy tonight?" she asked, her eyes wide and pleading.

"Of course, sweetheart," you replied.

"Thank you, mommy," she said, smiling and hugging your legs.

"Come on, let's go to bed," you said, picking her up. She wrapped her arms around your neck and laid her head on your shoulder as you walked back up to your bedroom.

You placed her in the middle of the bed, and she quickly snuggled up against Elijah, her head on his chest. She loved having his attention. She was a daddy's girl through and through.

You slid back into bed, lying down on your side and Elijah instantly pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you, holding you both.

"Is my little one alright?" he asked sleepily, his eyes still closed.

"I had a bad dream, daddy," she sniffled, curling up against him.

"It's alright, my love. Everything will be alright," he said, kissing her head and soothing her. "No bad dreams will get you while I'm here," he said, pulling the blanket up and tucking her in.

She smiled at him and kissed his cheek, cuddling him as she drifted off to sleep. He stroked her hair, and her eyes grew heavy. Soon she was sound asleep, and he placed his hand on your stomach, his precious family safe in his arms.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Exhausted. Our littlest one is keeping me up, constantly moving and kicking," you sighed, feeling drained.

"Let's hope it's not like this for the whole pregnancy," he chuckled.

"Don't even joke about that," you groaned.

He gave you a kiss on the head, your daughter snuggled in between the two of you, and you finally managed to get a few more hours of sleep.

Elijah was woken by the sunlight shining through the curtains, and he smiled at the sight of his beautiful family.

His daughter was still cuddled up to him, her head buried in his chest, she stirred slightly and yawned.

"Do you want breakfast?" he asked, his hand on her back.

"Yes," she mumbled.

"Hmmm what would you and your brother like? Gruel? Porridge?" he asked, teasing her.

"Eww no," she groaned, loudly.

"Alright, alright, pancakes it is, let's go wake your brother and the rest of the family," he said, chuckling.

"Can we get chocolate chips on the pancakes?" she asked as he carried her out the room.

"I don't know, maybe your brother wants blueberries, but we'll ask," he said, tickling her.

His son and his niece were both awake and running around, and Klaus was chasing him, laughing, the children giggling as they hid under the dining table.

"Oh, look who's here. Little Rebekah is up," Klaus teased.

"No! That's not my name!" she pouted, crossing her arms.

"Yes, it is," Elijah chuckled.

"Nooo," she whined. "It's just Bex," she said.

"Alright, alright, Bex it is," Klaus chuckled, patting his head.

"Pancakes for breakfast, anyone?" Elijah asked.

"Yes, yes, yes," the children yelled.

"Chocolate chips?" Klaus asked, grinning.

"Yes!!!" the kids screamed, all jumping up and down in excitement.

"Alright, I'll make them, the last one to the kitchen is a rotten egg," Klaus said, speeding off.

The kids squealed and ran after Klaus, and Elijah chuckled and went back upstairs to check on you.

You were sound asleep, your hair fanned across the pillow. He laid down next to you, placing his hand on the swell of your stomach, smiling and talking to the baby.

"How are you, littlest one? Have you been keeping mommy up all night?" he asked, his dimples on full display.

"Yes, they have," you sighed.

"That's my job," he smirked, leaning in and giving you a kiss. "Would you like some breakfast?" he asked.

"I'll go eat later. I just want to stay here for a little longer," you replied, holding his hand on your stomach.

Elijah hummed softly and pulled you close, kissing your head and rubbing your back. He loved the way you melted into his touch.

"How is Bex?" you asked.

"She's completely forgotten about her nightmare, Klaus is making breakfast for all the kids," he chuckled.

"They have him wrapped around their little fingers," you giggled.

"He has grown soft, it's true," Elijah said.

"Bex told me he bit her teddy bear," you laughed.

"Yes, well, that doesn't surprise me," he chuckled, his lips brushing against yours.

You sighed happily and wrapped your arms around him, feeling complete bliss in his embrace.

"What would you like to do today?" he asked.

"Stay right here with you," you replied, running your hand through his hair, making him hum in delight. You were feeling a bit needy this morning, the pregnancy hormones making you want him all the time.

"I think that can be arranged," he smirked.

You grinned and leaned in, kissing him slowly, deepening the kiss. He moaned, and rolled over, pressing you into the mattress, making sure not to put any weight on your stomach.

He loved your pregnant state, the way your skin glowed, your eyes sparkled and the way you moaned his name made him crazy. He couldn't keep his hands off you, he wanted to ravish you day and night.

He thought he knew all of his kinks, but this one took him by surprise. When you were first pregnant with Henry it was like something in his brain clicked. The possessiveness, the lust, the way his cock ached to be inside you, he was lost.

Henry was a miracle, he didn't quite know how the magic worked. You tried to explain it to him once, your witch ancestry, how the moon played a part, but all he could think about was fucking you senseless, filling you up, and breeding you.

You were the perfect partner, and an absolute warrior, but nothing turned him on more than seeing you in this submissive, almost docile state. You were his wife, his goddess, and his greatest treasure, and he wanted nothing more than to please you day and night.

His hands went to your soft, full breasts, squeezing and kneading them, making you whimper and moan. He captured your nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud, his other hand moving your nightdress up your thighs.

"Elijah," you sighed, his fingers brushing over your wet panties, making you gasp and moan.

"Is my beautiful wife needy this morning?" he smirked, his fingers slipping past the lace.

"Yes," you panted, the pad of his index finger teasing your clit, making your body tremble.

"Good," he hummed, his mouth on your neck, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of your wet heat.

You were both so lost in pleasure that neither of you heard the sound of Bex running up the stairs, Klaus not far behind her.

Luckily the door was locked, Elijah knew better than that with a house full of children.

"Daddy? Mommy?" she asked softly, knocking on the door.

"One minute, my love," Elijah called, his voice strained, trying to keep himself from ravishing you.

"Okay," she said, not leaving, but sitting down outside the door.

"Come back downstairs Bex, your mom and dad are a bit busy at the moment," Klaus chuckled, his voice low.

"Are they playing hide and seek?" she asked.

"Something like that," he replied.

"Can we play after?" she asked.

"Absolutely, sweetheart. Now come on, let's finish our pancakes, you don't want Henry to eat them all," he chuckled, lifting her up and taking her back downstairs.

Elijah looked down at your flushed face, laughing at the situation.

"You are so mean," you groaned, pushing him off you.

"Mean? I was just getting started," he chuckled.

"I think our daughter needs us, and Henry has probably eaten all the pancakes by now," you laughed, getting up and smoothing out your dress.

"I'll finish what I started tonight," he smirked.

"Don't get your hopes up," you chuckled, kissing his cheek and getting dressed.

Elijah watched your every move, the way you walked, the glow on your skin, and how the dress clung to the curve of your stomach. You looked ethereal. He was completely mesmerized, and completely smitten.

You were looking at yourself in the mirror, the dress a little too tight, the buttons straining against your swollen breasts.

"We are going to have to get you new dresses," he chuckled, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around you.

"This was my favorite," you pouted.

"We'll find you something that fits, don't worry," he said, kissing your shoulder.

"My back is killing me," you groaned, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

"Let me try something," he said, his hands dipping under your belly and lifting the bump, and you immediately felt relief. "Better?" he whispered against your skin.

You let out a happy groan and leaned into him, letting him hold you. His hands were gentle, his touch making the tension and aches melt away.

"Thank you," you sighed.

"You are very welcome," he hummed.

"Let's go eat, I'm absolutely starving," you laughed, kissing him and taking his hand.

"Let's," he smiled.

When the two of you entered the dining room, Bex squealed and jumped out of her seat, running towards Elijah.

"Daddy I saved you a pancake, see, here it is," she said, holding it up.

"That's very sweet of you, darling," he said, bending down and picking her up.

She fed him the pancake, giggling and laughing, and Klaus was grinning from ear to ear, and he handed you a plate filled with an assortment of fruit, knowing it was your favorite.

"Thank you," you smiled, sitting down at the table, feeling your stomach rumble.

Hope was sitting with Henry, and they were coloring on their plates, syrup and chocolate spread everywhere, their laughter filling the room.

Bex was still cuddled up to Elijah, and his hand was on your stomach, and he was feeding you pieces of fruit, smiling at you.

"Your birthday is coming up little Bekah, what do you want as a present?" Klaus asked, ruffling her hair.

"Hmmm I don't know," she replied, deep in thought.

"Anything you want, sweetheart," Elijah smiled.

"Can we get a puppy?" Henry asked, excitedly.

"Not until you're old enough to take care of it," Elijah replied, ruffling his hair.

"What about a kitten?" Klaus asked, raising his eyebrow.

"I love kitties!" Hope squealed.

"Yes, yes, yes!" the children yelled.

"I'll have to think about it," Elijah chuckled.

"Please dad! It's all I want for my birthday," Bex begged, her big brown eyes looking at him, her little lip pouting.

"Don't let her pull that face, Elijah, it's not fair," Klaus laughed.

"Alright, alright, you can have a kitten," he replied, smiling at his little girl.

She squealed and threw her arms around him, giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

"I promise I'll take care of it, daddy," she smiled.

"I'm sure you will," he replied, smiling and looking at you.

Klaus could see the exhaustion on your face, and the way you rubbed your stomach. You were tired and he could sense it, he knew you needed a break and some alone time with Elijah.

"Why don't we go out and play, little ones," he said, scooping up the children. "Let's all go to the park, we can even invite uncle Kol and aunt Rebekah," he suggested.

"Yay, yay, yay," the kids cheered.

"That sounds like a good idea," you replied, yawning and stretching your arms.

"Let's go, let's go," he said, wrangling the kids out of the compound.

Once they were gone, Elijah got up and started cleaning up the mess everyone had made. The compound was bursting at the seams with his family, and it was never quiet, but he enjoyed it, seeing the children run around and play, their laughter and their love filling the rooms.

You leaned back in your chair, admiring the sight of your husband working, his sleeves rolled up, and his hair falling over his forehead.

"You are gorgeous," you sighed, making him look up from the sink.

"As are you," he smirked.

"I can't believe you agreed to get Bex a kitten," you laughed.

"She can be very persuasive," he chuckled, drying his hands and coming to sit next to you.

"She has you wrapped around her finger," you smiled, cupping his cheek.

"Like I am not the same with her mother," he laughed.

"You have a point there," you grinned, kissing him.

He smiled against your lips, his hand moving down your body, resting on your stomach, letting out a contented sigh.

You mind wandered to all the things that needed to be done for the kids and around the house, you also hadn't even started preparing the nursery. You felt overwhelmed and the hormones weren't helping. On top of all that you had a party coming up.

"Stop thinking out loud," Elijah chuckled, pulling you closer.

"I can't help it, there is just so much to do," you groaned, burying your head in the crook of his neck. "I'm already behind, the baby will be here soon and I still haven't gotten anything ready."

"We still have a few months, everything will be fine, love. We will get the nursery ready, and the party will be wonderful, I'm sure of it," he replied, kissing your forehead.

His reassurances didn't help your worries, and you knew you were being unreasonable, but the stress was starting to take its toll.

"And now we have to go find a kitten, I don't even know where to start," you sighed, shaking your head.

"We can look online, we can go to a shelter, there's plenty of options," he replied, stroking your hair.

He was always so patient, so understanding, and you had no idea how he stayed so calm. You felt like you were going crazy.

"Do you even want a kitten?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I prefer them over dogs, although their hair does get everywhere," he chuckled, cupping your cheek. "They are excellent little predators, great for catching the mice that are running around this old place," he smirked.

"You're not wrong, the mice are awful," you laughed, remembering the time you were down in the wine cellar and one of them ran across your foot.

"Why don't you go rest, my love? I will clean up here and join you upstairs," he suggested.

You nodded and yawned, standing up and heading towards the stairs, Elijah's eyes on you the entire time.

The moment you got to the bed and laid down, your eyes closed and you were fast asleep.

When you woke up you heard soft hammering coming from the other room, and you went to investigate, finding Elijah, shirtless and sweaty, fixing the nursery.

"I told you not to start without me," you sighed, crossing your arms and leaning against the door.

He looked over his shoulder, smiling at the sight of you, the sunlight coming in through the window and making you glow.

"It needed to be done. I'm almost finished," he replied, standing up and putting the crib together.

"You've been busy," you laughed, walking over and running your hands over the white, wooden furniture. He hand painted the walls and assembled everything, and you felt tears prickle at your eyes.

"It's beautiful," you sighed, looking around.

"Are you crying? Don't cry, darling," he said, pulling you close, your face pressed against his chest.

"I can't help it, these stupid hormones," you sniffled.

"It's alright," he laughed, stroking your hair.

You sighed and pulled away, taking in the nursery. There was a rocking chair and a bookshelf, filled with all the children's books the two of you had collected over the years.

"It looks wonderful," you said, smiling and wiping away your tears.

"Now, what would my lovely wife like to do for the rest of the afternoon? We have the place to ourselves, so I was thinking we could make good use of that large tub in our bathroom," he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"You read my mind," you grinned.

You followed him back into your room, watching him fill up the tub with warm water, pouring in some bubble bath.

"Get undressed, darling," he smiled, taking his pants off and getting in the tub, moaning at the sensation of the water against his skin.

You slowly peeled off your dress, feeling a little self-conscious about your changing body. Here was your husband, eternally chiseled, and there you were, round and swollen.

"Come, let me take care of you," he whispered, seeing your hesitation.

You slipped in next to him, the water and bubbles a nice contrast to the heat of the day.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest, placing his hands on the swell of your stomach.

"There, doesn't that feel nice?" he hummed.

"Very nice," you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and relaxing.

His hands roamed over your skin, his lips brushing over the curve of your neck.

"I've missed having you all to myself," he whispered, his voice low and seductive.

"Mmm," was all you could say, too relaxed and content to form words.

He gently cupped your breasts, the pads of his thumbs brushing over your nipples, making you whimper and moan.

"Eli," you sighed, his touch sending shivers through your body.

"You're so beautiful," he said, his voice breathy.

You turned your head and looked at him, his gaze filled with lust and desire.

"Do you want to continue this on our bed?" You asked, your voice sultry.

"I'd love to," he replied, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smirk.

He helped you out of the tub, wrapping a towel around your body. Before suddenly scooping you up in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom and laying you down.

"I can't wait until I'm not this enormous," you sighed, looking down at your swollen belly.

"You're not enormous, you're beautiful, and absolutely radiant," he replied, hovering over you, his hand gently resting on your stomach.

You couldn't help but smile, and the tears started rolling down your cheeks.

"Don't cry again, my love," he chuckled.

"I can't help it! Just ignore me," you said, wiping the tears away.

"As if that is possible," he laughed.

He kissed your forehead, moving his way down your body, placing his hands on your hips, his lips pressing soft kisses against the curve of your stomach.

"Elijah, you don't have to do that," you whispered, feeling a little shy.

"But I want to," he replied, kissing his way down, spreading your legs.

"Oh," was all you could say, his tongue swirling over your clit, one hand on your inner thigh, the other resting on your stomach.

He hummed and moaned, the vibrations making you gasp, and arch your back. He could tell you were sensitive, and he was gentle, taking his time.

You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging a little, making him moan and pick up the pace.

" 'lijah," you panted, feeling the pleasure coil in your core.

You couldn't even see him over the swell of your stomach, but you could feel him, and the noises he was making were sending you into overdrive.

"Fuck, don't stop," you gasped, the orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks, leaving you dizzy and lightheaded.

Elijah was enjoying himself, the taste of you on his tongue, the noises you were making, and the sight of you coming apart, was driving him crazy.

You tugged on his hair, pulling his face away, the sensations becoming too much, and he crawled up your body, kissing your stomach as he moved.

"Did you enjoy that, darling?" He asked, kissing you and tasting yourself on his tongue.

"Mmm yes, very much," you hummed, pushing on his chest so he laid back.

He watched you move, a smirk on his face, his pupils blown. You sat on his thighs, stroking him, seeing his abs tense and relax, and he let out a long, deep moan.

"You are such a good father and husband, always going above and beyond for us," you said, leaning down and licking his length. "Let me show you how much I appreciate you,"

You leaned down and teased his head with your tongue, enjoying the string of curses that came tumbling from his mouth.

A soft hum escaped you as you slowly, and carefully, sucked on the head, teasing and tasting.

"Love, you are exquisite," he groaned, burying his fingers in your hair.

You took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, letting him move at the pace he desired. All you wanted to do was please him, you loved when his voice would crack from pleasure and the way his fingers would tug on your hair.

"Come here," he said, cupping your cheek.

You pulled off of him with a pop, moving to sit on top of him, kissing him and grinding against his length.

"Mmm, I could do this forever," you hummed, biting his bottom lip and tugging.

He ran his hands up and down your back, nibbling at your shoulder, suckling marks into your skin.

Your swell was pressed against his abs, and he could feel every slight movement, enjoying the sight of you rolling your hips.

He guided you down onto his cock, the sheets bunched up around the two of you, and he rolled his hips, his hands gripping your ass.

"You are stunning," he murmured, kissing the valley between your breasts.

His lips brushed over your nipples, sucking, his teeth grazing them, his groans vibrating through your body.

"Eli- stop, they are too sensitive," you panted, running your nails over his skin, leaving bright red scratches.

"Sorry, love," he replied, grinning at the sting of your nails.

He did most of the work, gently rocking you in a steady rhythm, and the two of you moaned, the pleasure coursing through your bodies, his lips brushing your neck.

It was a slow, hot and steamy fuck, you felt like your body was on fire, the sweat and heat radiating off the two of you.

You leaned forward a little, allowing Elijah to get a little more friction, his hips moving faster, the both of you panting and moaning.

"Ah- Elijah, I'm-," you panted against his lips.

You buried your head in the crook of his neck as you came undone, clenching around him.

Elijah followed suit, the sensation of your orgasm bringing him to the edge.

He cupped the back of your neck, bringing you down for a kiss, and the two of you hummed, content and sated, basking in the afterglow.

"I wish we could stay like this," you sighed, nuzzling against him.

He laughed, and gently rolled you onto your side, pulling out of you and tucking you against his chest, both of you smiling like idiots.

"I love you," he said, stroking your hair.

"I love you too," you whispered, resting your head on his arm, letting the world melt away for just a few minutes.

Elijah watched you drift off to sleep, a small smile on his face. He kissed your forehead and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of being next to you.

It was days like these that made him wonder what he did to deserve it. That perhaps there was some sort of higher power that had guided him to you, that brought him such profound peace and happiness after centuries of darkness.

You mumbled and cuddled up against him, he placed his hand on your belly, rubbing it with his thumb, thinking about how lucky he was.

He was living a life he never thought he would have, a family of his own, one he created. He didn't know what was waiting for him after he was done with this life, but he hoped you would be there with him.

In the next life, and all the ones after that.

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current wardrobe shopping list 💻💕💵:

around this time of year i always like making clothing wishlists for the fall and winter, and my wardrobe naturally shifts for the spring and summer. i always seem to slightly tweak my personal look around this time of year to make sure my wardrobe is true to me! prissy girl 4 life! 💓🍰

tops:

lace bandeaus for layering, feather trimmed button down tops, knitted fuzzy fitted tops, fur trimmed half jackets and crop tops, rhinestone lettered shirts, victoria’s secret off shoulder sweaters, lace camis, off shoulder knitted tops in my color palette, satin button downs, sheer tops, lululemon strawberry milkshake define jacket, fur collar leather jacket, oversized sweaters in pink and black, basic neutral long sleeved cotton tops

bottoms:

microscopic boy shorts with cute details, leather mini skirt, tartan plaid mini skirt, fold over yoga pants, lace trimmed skirt, miss me embellished skinny jeans, denim pleated skirt, houndstooth mini skirt, leather flare pants, fur/feather skirt

dresses + etc.:

ribbed knit bodysuit, pink and black rompers for layering, cotton bodysuits in my color palette, rhinestone skims dresses, hidden cult distressed pink halter dress, skims slip dresses, knit bodysuits, i am gia tracksuits in black and pink, pink jacket and legging set, solid black leggings, gray leggings, pink body by tracy set, black and pink fine girl set, new pink workout set

accessories:

knitted knee high socks, sheer socks, fuzzy beret, baby phat belt, fur headbands, fuzzy leg warmers, lace tights, diamond hair clips

jewelry:

anklets, new pandora charms, body chains, bling nostril hoops, bow ring and necklace, tiara charm bracelet and necklace, diamond encrusted hoops, tiffany toggle choker, dainty tennis bracelets, new cute belly rings

purses:

medium ballerina telfar, hello kitty wallet, heaven sent leopard print wallet, tory burch ella tote, juicy couture wristlet, louis vuitton speedy 30, rhinestone encrusted purse, feather satchel, hello kitty purse, pink puffer tote, victoria’s secret glitter tote, burberry satchel, ruffled pink purse, juicy couture 2022 bowler bag

shoes:

fuzzy boots in pink and gray, black kitten heels, pink closed toe pumps, jelly platform sandals, white fur bearpaw boots, y.r.u. qrystal pink platforms, juicy couture fur slides, total temptress heels, sequin uggs, pink fur platform sandals, sherpa lined pink crocs, sparkly heels, strappy heels, mary janes

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III. Where the sun doesn't reach

Word count: 3,2 k

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley X F!Reader Content: zombie apocalypse, children, enemies to lovers, slow burn

Taglist: @poohkie90 @gaida-511 @synthe4u @beebeechaos Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

Note: Sorry it took so long to update, I'll try to be more consistent. This one was hard to write because there is a lot of information i needed to put out there and i wanted to make sure it made sense. if it doesn't, please let me know so i can explain better on the next chapter. Enjoy :)

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There was something alien about seeing life growing in a rotting world. Her soft baby skin was a contrast to everyone around her, who wore their skins dirty, scarred, and calloused. He hadn’t truly noticed the baby at first. He had seen her, because soldiers like him were trained to see everything: a child, around a year old, with dark hair and dark eyes. 

As the Humvee hit a bumpy road, he noticed how her curly brown hair was secured in place by two pink elastic bands, the locks on the pigtails moving side to side. She held a pink stuffed dolphin with her chubby hands and swung her feet, making the pink socks go back and forth. She wore a pink jumper that seemed a number too big and was covered in drawings of pink unicorns and rainbow clouds. In Simon’s opinion, it was an obscene amount of pink. He didn’t know if he was more astounded by the combination or by the fact that it had been put together in the middle of an apocalypse. 

Her eyes were hazel, and they bore into Simon’s skull with innocence he thought he would never see again. Especially in a vehicle like that, made for war and destruction. They sat on the back of it, on the seats that faced each other, like he used to do when going on missions, and ‘odd’ didn’t even begin to describe seeing Cami there. Cami. It felt weird to know her name when all the other boys didn’t. Like it was their secret to share. As if she could read his mind, Cami giggled, somehow not fazed by his mask. He was used to people cowering in front of him, children hiding behind their mothers and peeking at him from behind their legs. The opposite seemed to apply to the baby in front of him, as she grinned showing her scarce teeth. 

“Stop staring at my baby.” He rolls his eyes, redirecting his stare to her with a new layer of hardness. The woman looked like she was in her early twenties, but she spoke with the authority of someone who had lived a dozen lives. Her nose and cheeks were covered in scarce freckles from the sun exposure, and her hair was tied in a ponytail, with loose strands now matted to her face in dried blood. Unlike Cami, she hadn’t escaped the crash unscathed. There was a large gash on her forehead from when she probably hit her face on the steering wheel, now covered in gaze from the medkit. Her lip was split and her nose bleeding. During the crash, the instrument panel from the car had collapsed, causing a gnarly knee injury. “Stop staring at me”. He didn’t. She rolled her eyes. 

“Oh, don’t mind Ghost. He does that sometimes.” Johnny said in a joking tone, but lightly kicked Simon’s foot, secretly telling him to quit it. “I think it’s about time we do some proper introductions around here, don’t you think?” She gives him a small smile of approval, moving Cami in her arms. “My name is John McTavish, but you can call me Johnny or Soap, since the old man behind the wheel is also John. We usually call him by his last name, Price. Or Captain, but I feel like that won’t be exactly your vibe” 

“I’m not old, Johnny.” Price says behind the wheel with a sigh. 

“Sure, Grandpa.” Soap retorts, and Price lets another defeated sigh, focusing back on the road. Y/N laughs, and Cami laughs too, even though she has no idea what she is laughing at. 

“I’m Kyle Garrick, but you can call me Gaz. We still use our callsigns from when we served together.” He explains, poking his tongue out at Cami and making her laugh even more. This time, she even claps, letting her pink dolphin fall to the floor. She immediately frowns. Not even the car crash had been able to separate her from the toy, her little hands crushing it as she cried in the backseat, and now her face was starting to contort like the crying was going to start again. 

Simon reaches out to it at the same time Y/N does, but grabs it first due to his longer arms. “Ghost.” He introduces himself shortly, looking her in the eye. Neither of them breaks eye contact until Cami stretches her hands out towards the toy. 

“Dodo!” she screams, shaking a demanding hand in front of Simon. He’s taken aback by the sound of her voice, not expecting her to be able to talk. He hands her the dolphin and she gives him a big smile. He smiles behind the mask in return, a secret infatuation that he buries under the skull. He notices her gaze on him now, studying his reaction, and he has the urge to say ‘Stop staring at me’.

“Kamila is just learning how to talk”. At the mention of her name, she turns her head to Y/N, and shows her the stuffed animal with excitement. Kami wasn’t the only one to hang onto her personal belongings; Y/N had managed to grab a backpack she had taken with her from the house. “She is a bit shy, but once she gets used to you she can be quite the talker, although most of it is in her own language.” 

“It’s a beautiful name. Suits her well.” Soap says, smiling at them. 

“It’s Arabic, spelled with a K. Means ‘perfect’.” She kisses Kami on her nose. “What about ‘Soap’? What does it mean?”

“Let’s just say I’m pretty good at what I do. Clean with it.” He says with a smug grin on his face. “What about you? Any nicknames?”

“Well, there was a crackhead near my house that used to call me ‘strawberry’, because I liked to wear red lipstick. Until one day I got hit by a bicycle in front of him so he changed it to ‘smoothie’, since ‘I got mushed’.” She says using air quotes. 

Soap and Gaz burst out in laughter and Simon snorts, holding in his laugh out of ego. Price is too focused on the radio with Laswell to listen, probably debriefing her about what happened and the new addition to the group. “Peaceful neighborhood, I see”. Gaz tries to recompose, while the Scot is still doubled over, slapping his own knee. “Whereabouts did you live?”

“At that time, Liverpool, but I moved around a lot. My mother was a Journalist.” Her voice sounded distant at the last part. For most people, it was hard to talk about the past. They had lives that were worth living and never thought that they would have to watch it slip through their fingers. In that sense, being a soldier made things easier. They were always ready to pack their lives into one bag, and most of them had made peace with the thought that they might not come home whenever they stepped foot on the tarmac. Others, like Simon, didn’t have a home to come back to and found solace in the nomad nature of the profession. She coughs in an attempt to clear her voice and continues. “I followed in her footsteps, so that’s how I ended up here. I was investigating a corruption scandal in the Government.” 

“Always chasing a story. Is that how you got in trouble with the Resistance?” Gaz was good at getting information out of people. Like Price, he had a trusting face and a calming voice that quickly tore down people’s walls. 

Although Y/N had been previously reluctant to share information about her past, she knew that she didn’t have a choice now. They had saved her life and jumped into the crossfire to rescue her and Kami. She owed them answers. Taking a deep breath and rearranging Kamila in her arms, she starts talking. “When the first people got infected, I got curious. The story I had been writing had come to a halt after my main source stopped cooperating with the investigation, so I had been looking for a break. The virus seemed unrelated at first, but interesting enough to write a story about. So I started digging and came across some familiar names. The people I had been investigating for corruption had been dislocating funds from the Government for an unsanctioned project on biological weapons.”

The Humvee was quiet, except for the sound of the engine and Y/N’s voice. She looked at Kami again, now fast asleep in her arms. There was a softness in her eyes that Simon yearned for in his darkest thoughts. He dreamed of caring eyes that pulled him out of his nightmares, only to wake up alone, drenched in sweat. During nights like that, he would pour a glass of moonshine and sit on the old kitchen chair in the base. Time would pass as he stared at the glass, each second increasing the burning in his lungs. He ached to scream, to punch, to tackle the thoughts that tormented him and sink a knife in its gut. But he couldn’t, so he would just sit and stare at the alcohol-filled glass, imagining the liquid burning down his throat and numbing the ache in his chest. He would then get up and empty the glass on the sink, because the only thing he could hate more than himself was his father. He relished watching the moonshine go down the drain, a small victory in his demise, a promise that he would never become the man who buries his sorrow with glasses of booze. 

“I found a guy willing to talk to me. His name was Eric Rhodes, a brilliant scientist. He had been working on the project but got fired for asking the wrong questions. He thought that the virus he had been working on before he got sacked was the same one that was turning people into… Well, zombies. I guess that’s the technical term for it. At first, I thought it was just some conspiracy theory, you know? The guy gets angry because he got fired and needs to find someone to blame. But then he showed me solid leads, names, and notes he had been able to keep, detailing what he was doing in the lab.” 

“Did you believe in him?” Price asks from the front, now engaged in the story. Laswell had the same theory, that the apocalypse was a result of a biological weapon gone wrong, but hadn’t been able to prove it. Not that it would change a thing: they were already doomed, and whoever was to blame was probably dead by now.

“I didn’t, in the beginning. But after he showed me the documents… Yeah, I did. He stopped talking to me after that. I figured he got scared that I was going to rat him out. The virus was spiraling out of control by then, so I decided to reach out to him while the phones still worked.” She pauses, looking at Kami again as if to check that she is still safe in her arms. “His younger brother, Killian, picked up the phone. Told me they had sent someone to kill Eric, burn his house down with all the evidence. He said Eric had told him about me and asked for us to meet. He wanted to know more about the reason his brother was killed.”

“Killian Rhodes. That’s the guy who started the Resistance.” Simon points out in a low voice. He knows his tone is suggestive, that she is way deeper into this than they had previously thought. The silence is palpable in the atmosphere by that point. 

“Yes. He did. It wasn’t all bad in the beginning.” Simon scoffs and leans back on his seat. Her voice is more pleading now, trying to resonate with them. “Killian wanted to avenge his brother. I told him about the virus, and how Eric thought it was a biological weapon built by the Government. It was never meant to turn into this, I know it’s not what he wanted.” 

“You’re defending him? He tried to kill you. He sent people out to kill you and your kid!” Soap shook his head, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Killian died protecting me and our daughter!” Her eyes were glossy, but she refused to cry. She was determined not to show any weakness. “Don’t you dare try and blame this on him.” Her tone was angry and bitter. It wakes up Kami, and she tries to put her back to sleep, but to no avail. 

“Mommy sad?”

“No, mommy is fine, love. Go back to sleep.” But she doesn’t, alarmed now, looking at her mom with worried eyes. Gaz, Soap, and Simon also look at her, surprised by the revelation that Killian Rhodes is Kamila’s father. But she doesn’t give them time to digest the new information. “We made it to the first quarantine zone together, when things started to get bad. Killian had always been good at convincing people, talking about how the government was dirty and that they were better off on their own. With the rations and the way the soldiers were treating people, it didn’t take long before an insurgence was formed. We took them over and that’s when we started the Resistance.”

We. Simon couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He wanted to laugh and say ‘I told you so’ to Johnny, but the disbelief on the Seargent’s face was satisfying enough for him. If they thought they were helping an innocent girl, they were wrong. They were harboring the founder of the most prominent and deadly rebellion created in the apocalypse. Not that they were sophisticated criminals before, but they had caused enough trouble to get their reputation: either you were with them, or against them. And now they seemed to be more keen on that policy than ever. 

Price stops the car, looking at the backseats through the rearview mirror. “You have a lot of explaining to do.” Simon recognized that tone, and it meant that whoever it was directed to was in deep shit. 

She huffs. “I never asked for you to take me in. In fact, if I remember correctly, I was dragged here.” She gives Simon a pointed look, that aggravates him even more. 

“Then leave.” Simon stares her down. “But you won’t, will you? You know you don’t stand a chance against them on your own, so start talking.” His voice is low and threatening. He doesn’t look at Kami when he speaks. He knows his voice would falter. 

She bites her bottom lip and shakes her head, looking at the ceiling, trying to find shelter from the prying eyes that stare at her. “People started coming in from other quarantine zones, escaping totalitarian groups and ill-intended people. Other communities began to rise, but they weren’t as strong as we were. They wanted to weaken the Resistance so they spread word that Killian’s brother, Eric, was the one that created the virus. It drove him crazy. His brother had died trying to find the truth and now people were blaming him, trying to use his brother to taint his name. We were forced to step down and give up everything we had built. There was too much invested in the Resistance, too many people with too much to lose. Leadership changed, and we had to sit back and watch as what we stood for was deprived of its meaning. We just wanted to help people. We thought we could stop what would come next but we were wrong.”

“You killed people before that.” John said in a stern voice. 

“That was different. We didn’t start battles, we were forced into them. You can’t blame us for fighting back. There is no revolution without war.” She shifts Kamila in her arms again. “For fuck’s sake, you were in the army. Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. Don’t act like you haven’t done worse.” She says the last sentence looking directly at Simon. This time, he looks away. He knows he has done worse, much worse. For some reason, the fact that she would assume that of him hurts. 

“You did more than fight back. We’ve heard about what the Resistance has done.” Simon wants to hurt her back, remind her that no one gets to be innocent their whole life. 

“That was after Killian and I were forced to step down. We didn’t know what was going on. We thought that the foundation that we had built would be strong enough to last after we were gone, but things changed completely”

“Look, lass. We want to believe you. We really do. But you have to be honest with us.” Sometimes Simon wants to grab Johnny by the shoulders and shake him, so he would stop being so trusting, so willing. But it is also the reason why they became friends in the first place. Soap never judged him, as broken as he was. Whether he was Simon or Ghost, Soap would crack jokes and share a pint, and for that he was grateful.

“When we were forced to leave the leadership, Lawrence took over. He was ruthless and thought that the Resistance should be more than a safe harbor for people. Those are the stories you have heard, of civilians killing each other for no reason. We didn’t know how bad it was for the people outside, how Lawrence had been looking for groups and attacking them, forcing them to join the Resistance or killing them. He had no purpose, no direction, he just wanted power and he kept us blind to it all.”

“I’ve heard of Lawrence. He was killed.” Price’s voice still carries a somber tone. 

“I left right after that. He had been talking about how they were finally going to rise to their full potential, about how the Resistance was going to control what was left of the world. He was delusional, talking about how they were going to have enough firepower to kill whoever stood in their way. Killian and I knew we needed to leave by then, that the principles we had stood for were long gone and now the Resistance was just a power-thirsty militia. We only understood how serious things were when the military group arrived. They killed Lawrence and took control of what was left. Killian sacrificed his life so I could run away with Kami.”

“But why are they after you and Kami?” Price pressed further. “Why would a military group want to kill two civilians?”

“Because I’m the only one who knows their identity and their plans. I ran away with documents that could compromise them, photos and names of who operates the Resistance now.” She gestures towards the backpack that she had salvaged from the crash. 

“Why would they take over the Resistance but want to hide their identity? That makes no sense” Simon inquires, still skeptical of the story.

“Because they like to operate in the dark. That’s why they call themselves The Shadow Company.”

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me writing that plot twist: 🤭😝🤓

[k1ttykatsu]

“EARNED IT”- THE WEEKEND

pairings: housekeeper/nanny reader! x pro-hero katsuki bakugo.

summary: what happens when your boss confesses he wanted you all along?

warnings: five year age gap, dilf bakugo, vanilla sex,riding, fingering, slight spit, kissing, grinding, annoying camie, i think that’s all.

word count:4.8k

a/n: not proof read! and i did camie pretty bad. hope u like it

you’ve been working for the pro-hero since his kids were two. you’ve seen it all go down, the divorce, the custody battle, the press conferences and much more.

your a 20 year old who works as a live in nanny for bakugo. you love your job to the core, you love the kids, the pay, the lifestyle and also your boss. you’ve been around the pro-hero for 3 years and in those three years you always found yourself being attracted to the man, even when he was still married to camie, you just felt a connection to the man.

you’ve never made a move tho, you stayed professional for the sake of your job, the kids and the man's failed marriage. you knew that when you got hired the couple started to have some problems. camie always thought there was something going on between the two of you but everything was strictly professional.

before the divorce was even mentioned you talked to bakugo about it expressing that you would quit so his family could have order again but he explained that the problem started when the twins were first born and camie decided to go out and hook up with a random guy.

you felt so much relief hearing that you weren’t the problem and that camie was just a cheater.

——————

“sumi’ you gotta put on your shoes love, your mom will be here soon” you say to one of the little firecrackers. “i don’t wanna go to mommy's,” she says, still running around the house. when you finally catch up to her you grab her and pick her up gently.

“i know baby but you have too okay?” the little girl pouts but nods. you sit her down and she puts on her shoes with the small pout still on her face. “sai’ can you help me please?” you say to the little boy who’s watching tv. he gets up and runs to you with a big smile. “can you bring you and your sister's bag down please?” he nods and runs upstairs to grab them.

you're in the kitchen packing the kids favorite snacks in a tupperware bowl when you hear the door open. you already know it’s bakugo so you don’t move from your position. you hear little footsteps running to the door making you smile.

“hey brats” you hear the man say while closing the door. the little kids ask him a whole bunch of nonsense, talking about there day and etc. “where’s y/n?” bakugo ask’s while he walks to the living room. “kitchen” you hear kasaki say while your finishing up the snacks.

you hear big footsteps coming towards the kitchen making you a little nervous. “how were the brats?” he asks as he goes into the fridge. “they were good” you say as you finish up the snacks and walk to kasaki who has the bags. you feel eyes watching your every move but you don’t pay it any attention. “daddy do we have to go to mommy’s?” the pro-hero’s daughter asked.

“you already know you gotta go over to mommy’s babe” he says while looking at his daughter. “but mommy talks bad about you and y/n '' the little girl says. you're not surprised at all but bakugo has his face scrunched up slightly and his jaw is clenched.

“oh really?” is all he says before walking over to the living room with the rest of y’all. “it’s okay baby, i’ll talk to mommy about that okay?” the little girl nods and hugs her father.

a couple of minutes later three knocks are placed against the door. the little girl turns to her dad and he rolls his eyes. you stand up and walk over to the door before opening it.

you see the pro-hero standing in her hero suit looking down at her phone. once her eyes meets your figure she eyes you up and down before rolling her eyes. “Are you wearing that around my kids?” you turn your head slightly letting her in and  not answering her question.

once she’s in you close the door behind her and you walk over to the kitchen and sit at the island and you watch her walk over to the living room. “are you guys ready to have fun with mommy?” the woman asks. her kids look at her before giving her a fake smile. “can we get pizza tonight?” the eldest son asks his mother. she sighs before nodding her head making her kids smile slightly.

after a few minutes when the mother decides that she wants to get going she gently taps her ex-husbands shoulder getting his attention, he looks up to the woman and she whispers something in his ear making him visibly uncomfortable.

camie looks over to you and gives you the stank eye making you simply just turn away not wanting to engage with her childish actions.

“y/n do you mind walking us out?” the mother of two says while grabbing her two children’s hands and walking towards the door. you walk behind her in a meekly manner not wanting to do anything that will make the mother complain.

camie unlocks the door and slowly walks out the door stopping in her tracks and telling her kids to get in the car. once the children were out of ear shot, camie comes a little closer to you before speaking. “do you really think it’s appropriate to wear that in front of my children and your employer?” she asks while gesturing to your outfit.

you were simply wearing a simple pink bodycon dress and a pair of white birkenstocks. you look at her baffled, not knowing what to say. “i don’t see anything wrong with the outfit” you say calmly, not wanting to sound disrespectful. “ur dressed inappropriately, and your around my husba-, ex-husband and children i have the right to say something about i-”

camies words were cut off when she heard the front door open and saw her ex-husband standing in the doorway. “katsuki i was just talking to y/n about what’s appropriate to wear when you walk with children.” she explains immediately switching her tone and facial expressions.

“camie save it, don’t tell y/n what she can and can’t wear, she works under me god damnit and if i tell her to wear a fucking bikini around the house while the kids are out, then she will…. you got that?”

camie’s cheeks floods with embarrassment as she looks at her ex-husband. “now take my kids home and feed them some fucking pizza.” is the last thing he says before grabbing you by the arm and pulling you inside the house, slamming the door shut once you both are inside.

bakugo walks back over to his place on the couch while you stand there shocked. after a few seconds you hear her car pull off making you aware that she’s finally gone. “y/n can you pass me a beer from the fridge?”

you instantly snap out of your trance and make your way towards the fridge, pulling two beers out of it. you walk over to the man and hand him his beer, you watch him open it before you open your mouth.

“can you open mines?” your voice was very quiet and timid if he’s being honest. “you okay?” he asks while taking the beer out of your hands and opens it in 0.5 seconds.

you take the beer from his hands and sigh, “i don’t know, i was thinking maybe camie had a point” you say before sitting down on couch with the pro-hero. he looks at you intensely for a few seconds before speaking. “i don’t know why, you're fully clothed.” he says before taking a swig of his beer.

you simply chuckle before looking at the man. “i just don’t want her thinking that i’m trying to seduce you or something”  you say before laughing at your stupid words. of course you think bakugo is attractive, and of course you have a crush on him but you would never go out of your way to purposely seduce your boss.

“who gives a fuck what she thinks? she doesn’t live here, she’s not my wife and she has no responsibility over you” he says while shrugging his shoulders. “ i know” you say quietly, not really knowing how to respond to the man.

“y/n just don’t fucking listen to her” he say before getting up and throwing away his empty beer bottle and heading up stairs leaving you in the couch.

you were stuck in your thoughts, thinking about your interaction with the pro-hero.

after a few minutes you snap out of your thoughts and decide to do something productive. you pick up your phone and pop in your airpods before shuffling your music. you quickly stand up and start eliminating the minimum trash around the house. you put the dishes in the sink and wash them before sweeping the floor.

after all of that you make your way over to the stove and start to clean it off. after a few minutes you suddenly hear shuffling so you quickly turn your head making your airpod fall out and roll under a cabinet. you look up and see bakugo standing there with no shirt on and some sweats.

you gawk at him for a bit before remembering your airpod fell out. you quickly drop to the ground in an attempt to find it. you get your phone and turn on your flashlight before getting in a face down position to look for the missing pod.

you hear shuffling around you making you think bakugo probably just went back upstairs. suddenly you feel three taps being placed on your back making you slightly yelp. you quickly get up from your position and you are face to chest with the pro-hero.

“i’ll fucking get it” the man says before pushing you to the side. he simply walks past the cabinet and picks up the broom…you wanna smack yourself for how dumb you feel. “being fucking logical” he says before swiping under the cabinet easily getting the pod from under it, “pays off” is all he says before putting the broom back.

you run to your airpod and pick it up before walking over to bakugo and kissing him on the cheek. “thank you katsuki”.

——————-

it’s now about 10pm and you just got out the shower. you quickly do your skin routine before putting on your ‘pajamas’ which were a pair of spandex shorts and a simple tank top. once you're done you spray some perfume on yourself to make sure you smelled good.

after you're done you grab your phone and walk out of your room and into the living room. as you're walking you immediately feel eyes looking at you from the couch. “hi katsuki” you say as you walk through the living room feeling nervous for some reason. “hey, could you come here?” he asked in an alluring tone.

you stop where you were and begin to really back to the couch.

now you’re standing in front of the man waiting for him to talk. “sit down” he says demandingly while patting the spot next to him. you hurriedly do so not knowing what’s wrong or what’s going on.

“what’s wrong?” you can hear your high strung tone and you feel stupid for letting it show. “Nothing, just wanted to spend time with my favorite nanny” he says before chuckling. you're pretty confused and kinda nervous, “katsuki are you sick?” you ask, trying to see what’s wrong.

“i’m alright sweetheart, i promise” he says while putting his hand on his heart. your heart drops from the mention of the new nickname, you feel heat rise immediately to your cheeks making you turn away from him.

he notices this and smirks deeply, “y/n can i ask you a question?” you turn your head back to him and you smile and nod. “yes katsuki?” your voice is sweet as honey and it’s making this a lot easier and harder for bakugo. '`how do you feel about me?” he asked, going straight for it.

you silently choke on your spit not wanting to misinterpret the question. “what do you mean?” you ask with a shaky voice. he just simply laughs at your nervous demeanor. “just answer the question y/n, in all fronts” he says before looking at you directly this time.

“well, you're a great boss and um- you pay very well and i love your kids and um- i think you're a good dad an-” your words were caught off by the sudden feeling of lips on yours. you're too shocked to respond at first but after a millisecond you immediately kiss back.

you feel his hand grab your hand and pull you towards his lap which you happily get on. after a few seconds later you feel him pull back making you pathetically try to chase his lips. when they're out of your reach you pout and whine making the pro-hero laugh.

“you still didn’t tell me babe” he says while caressing your exposed thigh. once again you feel heat rise to your cheeks and you get nervous. “um i don’t know what you want me to say.” you say flat out, he knows that your playing stupid and he’s not a big fan of it.

'`sweetheart i’m not in a playing mood okay?” he says while his grip on your thigh gets tighter. you notice this and look down. “um i think you're really handsome and you're a great father and hero.” he smiles and loosen his grip. “i know that’s not all, what else?” you look down once again not knowing what he’s getting at. “katsuki i just told you what you wanted to hear” you say quietly not wanting to provoke the man.

“y/n you didn’t tell me the main thing babe, you didn’t tell me how at night you touch yourself to the thought of me.” your jaw drops out of embarrassment and shock, how the hell did he know this?

you try to look for words but nothing comes out. bakugo sees your frightening face and he shifts his hips about trying to hide his rising arousal. “it’s okay sweetheart, i do the same” your in sudden shock at the new information.

“you know y/n, i really like you… since the first time i saw you around the house holdin my kid, i always thought about what it would be like to have a kid with you” he confesses while dipping his head into the crease of your neck placing butterfly kisses all over.

you grab his blond locks and try to keep yourself from grinding yourself against him. “do you ever think about what it would be like to be pregnant with my kid y/n?” you nod your head aggressively. “do you wanna be with me y/n?” he asks while smiling against your neck. “yes katsuki, wanna’ be yours,” you say, closing your eyes.

you feel his hands on the back of your head pulling your hair back snapping you out of your thoughts. “wanna make me a daddy again?” once again you nod aggressively making him smirk.

he lets you go and brings your face to his kissing you aggressively. the kiss was hot and steamy, you feel his tongue protruding your mouth making you moan.

you roughly pull on his hair making him moan in your mouth. you slowly grind your hips against his making him grip your thighs forcing you to stop. “be patient” is all he says against your lips.

you whine once again from the lack of friction between you both. suddenly you hear a phone ring making you snap out of your lustful daze. you look at katsuki’s phone seeing the contact name of his ex wife.

you instantly snap back into reality and realize what your doing. katsuki grabs his phone and looks at the caller id before answering the phone call.

you instantly panic, your brain goes haywire why he calmly talks on the phone with his ex-wife.

you suddenly feel a hand against your waist making you silently gasp. katsuki slots the phone between his shoulder and ear so he could bring his other hand down to the other side waist as well.

you hear countless amounts  of ‘uh huh, and yea’s’ while the hero rolls his eyes on the conversation. after a few minutes he starts moving your hips against his, making his head fall back and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

you scoot closer and bring your hands to his hair, slightly pulling at it as you grind against him. you see his eyes roll back and you see him try to stop a moan from coming to the surface.

‘camie i can’t talk right now, i gotta go” he says before hanging up and throwing his phone. his lips instantly latch on to your making you moan out of shock.

“kats, what about-” your words stop as you find pleasure in the man nipping across your neck while gripping your ass. “what about what baby?” he asks out of breath.

you quickly get your words together not wanting to prolong this conversation. “what about camie and the kids?” you say making katsuki stop his actions.

the man looks you straight in the eyes before smirking. “the kids love you like your there mother y/n” he says making you smile. “and camie?” you ask, sounding a bit insecure.

his smirk gets bigger before he quickly picks you up, you yelp and wrap your legs around his waist making sure you don’t fall. he starts walking towards his bedroom while you giggle and hide your face in his neck.

once you make it to his room you feel him drop you down on his full king size bed. you look up to the man and get shy not knowing what to expect. “i could care less about what camie thinks y/n, she’s not my wife” he says while taking off his shirt.

you nod in understanding but you wanted to get one more thing off your chest. “yea i know but i don’t wanna make it seem like i’m the reason why your marriage ended, ya ‘know?” he simply nods and smiles before getting on top of you kissing your cheek.

“ur definitely one of the reasons we got divorced babe, she knew how i felt about you and she couldn’t stand it… she couldn’t stand the fact that i wanted someone younger, more likable and prettier.” he says while kissing your neck.

“but bakug-” he cuts you off with a rut of his hips making you slightly moan. “just shut up and enjoy yourself y/n, you earned it.

you sheepishly smile at the confession the man just made. you take his face in your hands and kiss him passionately.

after a few minutes of just kissing you feel him get harder against your heat making you grind your hips into his. “please” you ask him, needing to feel  pleasure from the man.

“what do you want?” he asks the girl beneath him. you mumble something incoherent making him plaster a nasty smirk on his lips. “you gotta be more clear babe…” he says going back down to ur neck.

“i want you, inside…” you say with your voice just above a whisper. you quickly feel him smile against your neck making you shudder. he picks his head up and looks you in your eyes, “you don’t want me to eat it?” 

you shake your head ‘no’ and he laughs, “you sure, cuz i wil-” you cut him off my kissing him roughly and whispering a ‘no’ against his lips. making him smile for the 100th time tonight.

he simply flips you both over so now you're on top. you sit up a bit so you're straddling him and he immediately starts feeling on your ass making you whimper.

“take your shirt off” katsuki say’s to you sounding outta breath. you let go of his lips and slowly take off your shirt leaving you in just your bra and your shorts. you feel bakugo get harder under you making you chuckle sweetly. “you gonna take my pants off?” the man asks you while ignoring your chuckles.

“so demanding katsuki.” you say while getting off his lap. you hear him laugh making you roll your eyes. “watch it” he says as he lifts his hips so you could pull them down.

while you're pulling them down you notice that you see no underwear band. katuski notices you discovery and smile. once his pants are all the way down your eyes widen. you look up to the man and he laughs, “all for you babe” he says before laying all the way down.

his erect cock standing up in all its glory. you notice the pink mushroom tip leaking with pre-cum, the veins alongside of it pulsating with need. “you just gonna sit there?” the man asks while still laying down.

you quickly snap out of your trance and quickly take off your remaining clothes. you quickly straddle his legs not wanting to get to action just yet. “use your fingers first.” you say to him so it won’t be as painful.

he slowly sits up before opening his mouth a bit and placing his fingers in there. the scene was one you imagined before. you reached down to your breast and brushed over your nipples a few times before moaning.

bakugo takes his fingers out his mouth and motions for you to come to him. you scoot closer to the man allowing him to flip you over so you're sitting in his lap. you feel his length pressing against your ass making you move your hips a bit earning a slap on your thigh.

“stop with the sneaky shit, you wanted to get prepped, so be patient.” he says before taking his wet digits and sliding them across your chest. leading them to each of your nipples, circling them both.

“more” you say breathlessly while raising your hips. you were honestly wet enough to take him right now but you didn’t wanna miss out on this.

he takes what you said and glides his fingers down until they reach your pussy. they ghost over your clit making you shudder and look up at the man. “say please” he says while looking down at you. “please daddy” you say in an innocent tone making him scoff. “now you wanna call me daddy? pathetic” he says before sinking his fingers straight into your cunt.

you moan loudly from the unexpected feeling of his thick fingers inside your cunt. “shit kat’s!” you exclaim while throwing your head back on his shoulder. he looks down at you while skillfully moving his fingers in and out of you.

“suki slow- mhhfff fuck!” you shout out while your eyes roll to the back of your head. katsuki picks up one of your hands and brings your pointer finger to his mouth and twirls his tongue around it.

“m’ cummin kat’s” you say while gripping his thigh hard, ur definitely sure  that you left marks. the man hears your pleas and indulges with your needs. you feel him start to rub your clit aggressively making you spread your legs wider making his fingers hit deeper inside.

katsuki bends down a bit to reach your ear to whisper the word, “cum”. that’s what pushes you over the edge, your legs start shaking and your eyes roll back aggressively. “katuski!” you scream his name out, making him smirk.

once you come down from your high you open your eyes and slowly react to your surroundings. you quickly turn your head to look at the man to already catch him looking at you.

“i’m ready” is all you needed to say before he picked you up and turned you around to face him. “I want you to ride” he says while putting you in his lap. you look down and see his cock standing and ready to be used. “it’s all yours,” he says as he sits against the headboard. you meekly smile and decide to get to work.

you grab his cock with your hands and pump it up a couple of times making him groan. after a while you slightly push up on your feet so you would sink down on the man. but before you do so you decide to tease him a bit by running his tip along your slit making him grip the bed sheets. “stop playing” he says before striking a hard smack against your asscheek.

you moan from the pain and pleasure and decide to give the man what he wants. one of your hands grip his shoulder while the other one pushes his dick in slightly. “oh god” you sigh out from the stretch of the man.  bakugo decides to take matters into his own hands and grip your waist, sinking you down in one go.

“bakugo” you whine out of plain and pleasure, his hands keep their place on your waist as he moans. “shit, so fuckin tight” he says as he keeps your hips still.

soon after you feel him start to move your hips in a circular motion (dutty whine) making you grip his shoulders and grind harder. bakugo looks down at where you're connected and his eyes roll back as he throws his head back.

“shit babe, go faster” he says before landing a hard smack on your as making you yelp. you look at the man and grin hard.

you take your hands off his shoulders and take his hands from off your hips, you hold his hands in the air while slowing down your actions. “the fuck?” he asks when he realizes what your doing.

you smile innocently at the man who looks at you with anger. “stop fucking with me” he says trying to move your hips. “katsuuu” you whine in his ear making him flush red.

you feel him aggressively rut his into your making you instantly lose balance and letting go his hands making him instantly latch his hands back on your hips.

“shit” you whisper not wanting to be as vocal. you bend your head down to latch your lips with his. his thrust never slowing down. “kat-hmfhhh, im gonna cum kat”. you moan out making katsuki smirk.

he positions his hands on your back before switching positions, katsuki skillfully switches to missionary hitting something deep inside you. “oh fuck katuski i’m coming” you scream at the top of your lungs. you feel like your body is levitating, your vision goes white as your body aggressively shakes.

“fuck yea y/n” bakugo says in your neck trying not to cum at this very comment but your making it very hard from him. “stop fuckin squeezing me y/n” he says out of breath.

you snap back to reality and realize he was still working on chasing his orgasam. your eyes open and you tug on his hair and whisper in his ear, “please fill me up suki, make me a mommy, daddy”

bakugo eyes instantly roll to the back of his head. his body visibly shudders making you smirk. “fu-fuck baby” he moans as you feel his hot cum fill your womb. he fucks his cum into you making you moan. soon after his body collapses on yours making you chuckle.

“ready to make you a mommy” he whispers before kissing you on the cheek.

2 days later…

“hii munchkins' ' you say to the two kids who run up to their house instantly hugging you as you stand in the doorway. you bend down and kiss the two children on the cheek making them giggle with excitement.

as your talking to the kids you feel a strong presence behind you making you smirk. you stand up slowly and look back at the man who you adore.

turning your gaze back to the single mother who stands outside her car with a mean mug on her face. you feel the kids standing next to you so you suggest waving at the mother.

“he kids let's wave to mommy” you say with a smile on your face. you feel bakugo’s hand creep onto your stomach making you smile wider as he rubs it while looking at his former wife. you see her face change as she squints her eyes making sure she’s not seeing anything.

you take this opportunity to put your hand on top of bakugos as he continues to rub it. you feel the man love closer against you making you smirk. “bye camie, nice seeing you” you exclaim before bakugo slams the door shut.

you instantly turn to the man that has kids on each of his legs making you smile. “you guys want another sibling?” you hear the pro-hero ask the children, making them smile from ear to ear.

“YES!”

[lolasimms]

giggly cuddling with abby that turns into play fighting that turns into her pinning reader down and saying “try it. try to get away.” that turns into r struggling and cursing at abby

and what if baby wakes up before things get dirty and abby starts playing fight with him too🥺

Play fighting with Abby

It was the typical spring day in the Anderson household. Wet afternoon, rain pouring outside, littlest rays of sun were peeking through the privacy curtains and little Levi was finally down for his nap.

You and Abby were getting your much needed break from your clingy and loud baby boy, when innocent cuddling turned into a full blown tickle attack.

It started with you pressed against Abby’s back, her right hand was stretched over the soft curve of your waist and her nose tucked into your neck.

The contact was nice, relaxing even. That’s until your wife began blowing pressured raspberries against your neck. Immediately you let out a fit of squeals an and giggles.

“Abs stop it tickles!” You yell, rolling around on the bed trying to get away from her ticklish affection.

“What you don’t like my kisses?” She’s pouting, while holding your both of your hands beside your head. She was straddling your waist as you lied beneath her, out of breath.

“No baby, I love your kisses. S’just the tickles, that hurt.” You let out a whimper when she grinds down against your crotch, once she hears your words. Immediately she patted your waist, alerting you to lift it up. In a quick motion she had discarded your pyjama cami and shorts onto the floor, followed by her own.

“My poor baby doesn’t like tickles huh?” She teases, bringing her face down towards your neck again, continuing to grind against your cunt, that was covered by your Lacy panties.

“Abs, feels so good, want more.” You demand, your stomach swirling with butterflies, heat rising throughout your body.

“Yeah, my girl wants more? More what?”

“More kisses, please.”

“Fine, but only cause you asked so nicely.”

You’re laying there in anticipation, as the both of you continue to grind against one another. Abby’s hand are still pinning yours against the pillows. As you wait for her soft kisses that you loved so much. To your surprise and horror you’re met with Abby blowing ticklish raspberries against your neck, once more.

“Abby no, please it tickles.” You try your best to move away from her again, but she has you pinned down by the hands and the hips.

“Try it, try to get away baby.” She whispers as you let out half moans and half giggles. The pain of the tickles is worth it when you see that goofy smile of hers, clearly proud of her work.

“Abs fuck off, it’s ticklish.” You’re screaming as you’re confusing to weasel your way out from under her.

The blissful moment of fun is however interrupted before it could go any further.

“Mommy!” Levi cried, throwing the door handle. Within seconds you were jumping off of Abby and covering yourself and her with the blanket. The two of you had just barely enough time to scramble for your clothes that were strewn all over the bed and the floor until the door flew open and in stormed your tiny toddler. He ran like a hurricane from the door to your side of the bed, crying the entire way there.

“Jesus, Levi,” Abby groaned as she lifted her hips and pulled her pyjama pants up. “I swear we’re going to buy a net for the top of your crib dude.”

“Want momma!” He whines, reaching his hands out for you and you lift him onto the bed, before passing him to Abby. Just when he begins to settle , Abby begins an attack of tickles, causing him to let out the loudest high pitched giggles you’d ever heard.

“That’s for interrupting my mommy time.”

[vickling27]

"Fallen"

it's been a long time since I drew Camy my baby~

so here we go

°some headcanon

when he gets hurt his blood becomes camellia flowers, his eye bleeds all the time so that's why there's a camellia planted in it

Camellia sans belongs to me

[klausysworld]

Master list:

Klaus Mikaelson:

🌸=fluff

❤️‍🔥=smut

💔=angst or sad stuff

Agnsty Smuts:

All his 💔❤️‍🔥

Only you 💔❤️‍🔥

Shit.Marcel. 💔❤️‍🔥

Smuts:

Dreams? Or Fantasies? ❤️‍🔥 (sub klaus)

Hope’s best friend ❤️‍🔥

I always know when you need me ❤️‍🔥

Happy Birthday Love ❤️‍🔥

Niklaus ❤️‍🔥

I want you (daddy) ❤️‍🔥

Just think about how it feels ❤️‍🔥

Can i please you now love? ❤️‍🔥

His desperate whore <3 ❤️‍🔥

Touch ❤️‍🔥

I trust you ❤️‍🔥

I’ve always wanted this (sub klaus) ❤️‍🔥

Making him proud ❤️‍🔥

His little secret? ❤️‍🔥

Fuck sakes ❤️‍🔥(kinda)

Soft smuts:

An always and forever ❤️‍🔥🌸

His little angel ❤️‍🔥🌸

You’re mine now ❤️‍🔥🌸 Part 2 ❤️‍🔥🌸

His lovely girl ❤️‍🔥🌸

Stop stressing ❤️‍🔥🌸

Perfect ❤️‍🔥🌸

You’ll always have me (❤️‍🔥) 🌸

You did so well ❤️‍🔥🌸 (sub klaus)

All his and all yours

Bite me (❤️‍🔥?)🌸

Breaking the rules ❤️‍🔥🌸 (sub klaus)

Fluffs:

Klaus Jealous of Elijah & his prego girl 🌸

Pretty boy 🌸

Klaus taking care of sick y/n 🌸

Secrets shared 🌸

Simply adorable 🌸

I love you, and i love you (pregnant story)🌸

I intend to be your last 🌸

You care about me 🌸

No painting=no snuggles 🌸 Pt 2 Pt 3 ❤️‍🔥 sub klaus

I love everything about you 🌸

I love you more 🌸

A narcissistic white man with anger issues 🌸

I love that people know that i am yours 🌸

For you, my love i would do this every day 🌸

Pancakes with Nik <3 🌸

I enjoy spoiling you 🌸

It’s okay 🌸

Fuck. Off. 🌸

Fluffs with Angst:

I love you 🌸💔

Just us 🌸(💔)

You 🌸💔

We’re together now, you’re safe 🌸💔

“July” 🌸💔 pt 2

You want a baby, don’t you sweetheart 🌸💔

Always and forever 🌸💔

I don’t want to lose you 🌸💔

Forgive me 💔🌸

You were with Cami 💔 Pt 2 💔🌸

Because I love you 💔🌸

I’ve lost it 💔🌸

Just angst :(

Enough💔

A life i do not deserve 💔

Head canons: 🤍

Klaus Yandere 🤍

Yandere Klaus 🤍

Human Yandere Klaus 🤍

Modern day Human Yandere Klaus 🤍

Arranged marriage to Yandere Klaus 🤍

Submissive Yandere Klaus 🤍

Yandere Klaus & Yandere Elijah love triangle 🤍

Yandere Klaus & Manipulative reader 🤍

Yandere Klaus and Katherine’s little sister 🤍

Yandere Klaus & Katerina’s best friend 🤍

Possessive Klaus + Elijah trying to steal y/n 🤍

Klaus crushing on Katherine’s little sister 🤍

Klaus finding out you’re his mate 🤍

Dating Klaus 🤍

Klaus courting you🤍

Simp Klaus 🤍

Pregnant with yandere Klaus’s baby🤍

Possessive Klaus 🤍

Giving Klaus a Blowjob 🤍

Klaus And The Devils Daughter 🤍

Yandere reader & Klaus 🤍

Klaus’ rich house wife 🤍

Dominant Klaus 🤍

Alphabets: ⚜️

nsfw Klaus alphabet ⚜️

Klaus fluff alphabet ⚜️

Yandere Klaus fluff alphabet ⚜️

Sub Klaus NSFW alphabet ⚜️

Elijah mikaelson:

Yandere Elijah Mikaelson 🤍

Yandere Elijah & Yandere Klaus love traingle 🤍

Kol Mikaelson:

I’ll always stay 🌸

The one that i never got 🌸💔

Rebekah Mikaelson:

Rebekah have a female s/o 🤍

Sex with Rebekah 🤍

Damon Salvatore:

Toxic Damon (smut) 🤍

did not realise how many posts i’ve written, i still have a bunch of requests but i am getting through them ASAP! i really appreciate all your ideas and look forward to seeing what other great ideas you all have ☺️

[ev3rgreenxtrees]

,,Hellbound’’

-C.S

Part Two.

Synopsis: Christopher fucking Sturniolo. A name Camila couldn’t stand. No, not for any normal reason. She didn’t hate him because he had everything she didn’t. She didn’t hate him because he’s too damn confident. No, she hated him because of how much she wanted him.

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo (he/him) x Camila Solan (she/her)

Warnings: Cussing, Suggestive content, drugs, and alcohol.

back to: {masterlist} {pt1} {pt2} {pt3} {pt4} {pt 5}

___recap___

“Chris ‘s sorry. You know he didn’t mean it,” Matt smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder. He understands that she likes him, and he understands why it hurts her when he makes jokes like that, but he also knows how head over heels Chris is for Cami. No matter how much he tries, they both refuse to ask one another out. In their words, they’re

‘Not meant to be.’

___

“Then Chris can say sorry to my face.” Cami scoffed. She was tired of his brothers always apologizing for him. “He needs to stop being a little bitch. Go tell him to man the fuck up, and come say sorry to my face, like he means it, or dont fucking bother. Okay?” Cami glances at Matt, and he sighs before nodding.

“Goddamnit, Matt.. I’m sorry. I know we shouldn’t be dragging you and Nick through this..” Cami propped her elbows on the cold island, and frustratedly placed her head in her hands.

“It’s okay, Cams. I promise. It’ll all work out. And i’ll go tell him to stop being a pussy, ‘kay?” Matt asked, giving his best friend a side-hug. She just nodded in response.

Matt was so good at comforting people, but she wanted Chris to comfort her. Not Matt. She wanted Chris to hold her on sleepless nights and let her fall asleep in his arms, not Matt. She wanted to call Chris at 3:00 A.M. to watch a stupid movie she found on Netflix, not Matt.

She wanted Chris, not Matt.

She looked up when she heard the door shut again, signaling Matt went outside to confront his brother.

She loved all of them, but she’s always loved Chris in a ‘different’ way. She knows she has feelings for him, she just doesn’t know what to do with said feelings. She can’t quite tell if Chris actually likes her, or if this is just how he is.

She snapped back to reality as she heard the door open and shut. She heard the pattering of shoes on the ground; and she looked up, her eyes meeting Chris’.

He stood there, expressionless.

“Cam, I’m sorry. Y’know I didn’t mean to make ya uncomfortable, right?” Chris apologized, but thats not what bothered her. She wasn’t upset that Chris made her ‘uncomfortable’. No. She was upset that she couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. She was upset that she didn’t know if he wanted her like she wanted him.

“Mhm.” She mumbled, breaking eye contact with him. She was feeling awkward, which wasn’t normally how she was around him.

“Cam, c’mon. Tell me you know I didn’t mean it,” There. That broke her. ‘I didn’t mean it’. She wasn’t sure why, but she broke down. She let out choked sobs, and she slowly sat on the floor. “Cam.. Cam, baby… I’m so so sorry..” Chris frowned, quickly making his way to her side. Be kneeled next to her, holding his arms out, “I.. Come here?” He offered.

Cami looked at him, and shook her head.

“Don’t t-touch me, Chris,” She cried, and she couldn’t stop. God, she was humiliating herself right in front of him, but she just couldn’t stop.

“Cam, c’mon, please..” Chris inched closer to her, but didn’t touch her. “Cam, trust me.. please,” He pleaded. Seeing the girl he ‘hated’ sobbing like this broke him. He couldn’t stand it.

Cami didn’t want to give in, but she didn’t have much willpower in her to refuse, so she just let herself slowly fall into Chris’ warm arms.

The boy unexpectedly lifted her with ease, causing her to grip onto him. She was trying her best to slow her breathing, as Chris walked throughout the walls of the house. She couldn’t quite make out where they were, due to her blurry eyesight.

Cami felt Chris gently place her on a bed, presumably hers. She could see Chris start to walk towards the door, but instead of leaving, he turned off the lights, and shut the door.

He slowly made his way back to the bed, and gently laid down next to Cami. She quickly realized, she was in his room.

She jumped when Chris’ hands came in contact with her sides, as he pulled her practically on top of him. Her head was resting on his chest, as the both of them laid under the blankets.

“This okay?” Chris asked, as his hand found it’s way to Cami’s hair, playing with it. Chris was finally the one to cuddle her and calm her down. Not Matt.

This wasn’t the ideal way she wanted it to be, especially after he basically told her he ‘wasn’t into her’, but this made her think otherwise. She didn’t mind, though. She’d take it. To be honest, he was calming her down. She nodded, and he smiled.

Cami was confused, to say the least. Chris called her ‘baby’, and immediately after denied feelings for her. Her sobs had subsided, but she didn’t want to get up and loose this moment with Chris.

Especially if this was going to be their last moment like this. She didn’t want to waste it.

“I’m sorry,” Cami heard Chris mumble. He wasn’t normally the apologetic type, so seeing her break down like that must’ve really done something to him. “Cam, i’m so fucking sorry. I know I shouldn’t have said some stupid shit like that, especially not in front of anyone. Nonetheless my brothers and your best friends,” he apologized.

As much as Cami wanted to say “thats not what upset me, chris” she couldn’t. She just couldn’t.

“‘s okay, Chris. I promise,” she sighed.

“No, It’s not okay. It clearly bothered you. I promise I won’t ever pull some shit like that again, ‘kay?” He reassures her.

‘please let it happen again.’ She wanted to say. But once again, she couldn’t.

“Chris, it’s okay.” Cami looked up at him, making eye contact with him.

He had such pretty eyes. She wanted to stare into them forever. But she can’t. They can’t be together. He doesn’t like her, and she can’t like him.

What if they got together, and then broke up? Where would they move? What would that do to Nick and Matt? What would that do to them?

There are endless horrible reasons as to why their relationship could go wrong, that’s why it can’t happen.

Not like it would anyways, though.

@bernardenjoyer

[sillygirlactivities]

Let Me Be Your Girl

Summary: You decided you weren't a little girl anymore. Pairing: DBF Leon Kennedy x Younger Fem Reader (y/n) Tags: older Leon (mid 30s), reader is 20, IM SORRY I DIDN'T WANNA USE Y/N IT JUST HAPPENED, f masturbation, p in v

A/N: first (official) fic! Feedback is appreciated !! Please enjoy! ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ (he has a slight accent DONT CARE IF ITS NOT CANON IDFC)

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I loved wearing short skirts, tight tops, little bows in my hair.

I loved parading myself around knowing I had everyones eyes on me.

But boys my age would never be what I wanted, I always wanted something older. More bitter. Like how I always would take whiskey over cheap beer. Sweet wine over a shot. Just like how I wanted him from the start. Leon has always been close to my dad. Whenever my dad was on missions, Leon was there to watch me. Held me over my first breakup, gave me my first glass of whiskey. I mean what about him was there not to love? "You'll find older is always better hunny." He told me after pouring me a glass. Leon always wanted me to be safe. Drinking with him than at some stupid party with drunk boys. "Teenage boys don't know how to treat someone like you yet baby." He said to me that night. That's when it started, my little teenage crush on Leon. Whenever he came over my shorts got shorter, my tops tighter. I always did my hair up for him, my makeup a little nicer than usual. I started to wear the bows in my hair for him when he said drunkly to me, "You should wear these more often. Make you look pretty." he said stumbling all over his words, mindlessly moving my hair out of my face. I tried making my crush on him obvious, brushing my hand along his, bending over to pick stuff up, listening to him talk about his hard day at work. Batting my lashes at him, practically giving him fuck me eyes. Never did he ever do anything back. Moved away from my advances even. Now I'm 20, still having him babysit me like some stupid teenager. I'm not some stupid kid anymore who can't take care of herself. I pull my tits into my lacy cami top, braiding my hair putting little bows at the end, just like he said he liked. My pj shorts rested low on my hips, barely doing anything to cover up the pink lacy underwear underneath.

Tonight I was going to prove to Leon I wasn't some dumb kid he needed to protect and watch over, but rather a girl who could love. A girl he could fuck. No more restless nights in my bed, fucking into my own hand thinking of him, I needed him. Just once. To ruin every other man for me, just like he said. "Older always better."

I hear the door open downstair, "Hey baby, your daddy said I had to watch you tonight." I hear him yell from downstairs. I skip down the stairs checking myself in the mirror before going into the kitchen. I smile big before jumping into his arms. "Leon!!" I can hear him chuckle as he holds me back. His hands resting on my lower back, never any lower. I lean my head back to look up at him, "Don't you think I'm a little old for a babysitter?" Leon tilts his head at me, "No but I also rather not lose my job because I told your dad off." I roll my eyes at him, "Daddy likes you to much, he'd never do that." Leon walks around the kitchen, in what I'm assuming is making us dinner. So I perch myself up on the counter, trying to position myself in a way that would draw his attention to me. I hear him sigh, "Yeah, I guess I am a favorite of his ain't I?" He puts the pan on the stove next to me, and he leans over me. I lean into him more, "Yeah, and I think he knows I'd be mad if I didn't see you around again." I say smiling, bringing my face closer to his. Leon immediately backs up. I pout a bit, going to get off the counter before, "You need to stop that." He says gruffly from his spot on the other side of the kitchen. I tilt my head, walking towards him. "Stop doing what Leon?" He turns and stops me in my tracks, my face almost colliding with his chest. "Parading yourself around for me, I'm not stupid y/n." I look up at him, giving him the best fuck me eyes I can give. "Than give me what I want Leon." I put my hand out onto his chest, "I've only been asking for years now. Just one time is all I'm asking for." He grabs my wrist and leans into my face, "Baby, one time would ruin you. Would risk me my entire job. What if your daddy found out huh? I think he'd kill me." I tilt my head, pouting out my lip a bit, "He doesn't have to find out, you're a government agent, I know you can keep a secret."

The grip he had on my wrist got a little tighter, and he gave me a harsh look, like he was trying to figure out what he was going to do to me. That look, the grip he had on me, made me wet. I step closer into him, "Leon, please?" He dropped my wrist, "Go to your room." He turned away from me, going back to cooking. "Your sending me to my room?" I stop my foot on the tile. "I am not a fucking child Leon!" He swiftly turns, "Your sure actin like it!" I sniffle and climb up the stairs back to my room. I slam my door before letting out another little sob. I was not a little kid anymore. I lay in my bed, cuddling my pillow. I sniffle again drying whatever tears were last till I had another idea. Why be sad when I can make myself feel better? I reach into my bedside table grabbing my pink vibrator, before removing my pj pants.

I sit up on my knees, before turning it on and placing it on my clit. I moan, loudly at the feeling. If I wasn't going to get the attention from him, I'll give it to myself. I spread myself out onto my bed, ass up, starting to grind into it. "Y/N! Dinner is ready!" I moan, turning it on to the higher setting, ignoring Leon. I hear him start to climb up the steps before swinging my door open. I don't stop. I open my legs wider, exposing my wet cunt to him. I keep chasing my high before I feel a pair of hands grab me and flip me over. He grabs the vibartor out of my hands, and throws it across the room. "What the fuck do you think you're doing." I tilt my head, "Pleasing myself cus you wouldn't man up and do it for me."

Leon grabs my hips harder, digging his hands into my hips. "You're real stupid to think this would work on me." I get my foot in-between us, pushing on his lower stomach. "Well something down there is say something else, hun." Leon grabs me again, pushing my leg out of the way, putting me flush onto his hard on. He leans down, putting his face right in mine, "Well, Hun, me ever fucking you, is not an option. I could lose my job, your dad's friendship. It doesn't matter how badly I want you or your tight ass cunt." His grip on my hips feels bruising now, causing me to lock my legs around him.

"Leon nobody has to know, please. I can't explain to you how much I need you. " I plead to him. "I know, you think I can't hear you up here? Walls are pretty thin here baby, and do you know how hard it is to not come up here and treat you the way you're begging?" He seethes out of his mouth. "Trust me I've had blue balls for months Y/n."

I let out a shakey breath, "Nobody, Leon, has to know." I bring my hand up to cup his cheek, "I can keep a secret and my dad would never know any better. Please." I beg. Guess my pleading worked because next thing I know his mouth was on mine. Hot, feverish, sloppy, kisses. In a mess on tongue and teeth clashing, panting into each others mouth. He moves down to my neck, leaving hickeys on my collarbone, "Gotta stop wearing those stupid tiny little camis, drive me fucking wild baby. I know every other boy is staring at your pretty little tits too, but they'll never see em' will they baby?" He continues his assault on my chest, "No, nuh-uh." I drunkly mumble out.

I can hear him chuckle as he moves his hands under my shirt, "We haven't got to the good part and you're already drunk on me, ain't that cute." I whine at his words, "Leon~". I tilt my head back, trying to grind myself into him, (very unsuccessfully). He finally pulls my shirt off of me, before running his hands back down to my thighs. "Just because I think you've been left so high and dry for so long, I'll give into you but next time you're gonna have to work for it, k baby?" I frantically nod my head, desperate for him to touch me, "Yes Sir." I watch him smirk above me as he starts to play with my clit. "I like that." He says to me, before he slips in one of his large sized fingers, causing my to moan. "Fuck aren't you wet, I really get you going huh hun." I can sense the shit eating grin he has on his face, but my eyes are rolled so far into the back of my head I could give a fuck less. He continues to finger me open, before I start to come undo around his fingers. "We aren't done yet baby, still haven't had my turn." He flips me over and pulls me to the edge of the bed, lifting my ass up to meet his hips. He puts the tip to my entrance, circling and tapping on it just to get a reaction out of me. It worked, I was squirming and moaning beneath him. "Leon, fuck, please just fuck me already." I cry into my sheets. I feel him push into me, causing me to gasp at how wide I was being spread open. "You said you wanted it." He says from behind me. And he took advantage of it. The grip he had on my hips would leave bruises in the morning as he pounded his cock into me. Leaving me a drooling, moaning mess, gripping onto my sheets. He moves one hand under my chin, bringing me up to him, "You can't even say how good you feel I'm fucking you so good, huh baby?" He chuckles as nothing but a broken moan escapes me as I paw at the hand on my chin. He spits into my mouth before pushing me back into my sheets. Keeping one hand on my head, pushing me down and the other still bruisingly gripping my hip. He starts to pound into me faster, "Come on baby, I'm close, I know you close. Can feel your little pussy squeezing me." I can hear his low groans as he pounds into me faster. I let out a loud, broken moan as I feel myself cum around his cock. He pulls out just in time, coming all over my ass as I twitch and squirm underneath him. He moves a piece of my bangs out of my face, leaning over me. "You alright baby?" I nod, contently (after having the best fuck of my life) before he smiles, "Well let's get you cleaned up then and we can have dinner. I made your favorite." And he did, he showered you, helped you change your clothes, he even let you pick out the movies you guys watched as y'all ate. You cuddled up into his chest after, him running his fingers through your hair, both contently holding each other, falling asleep on the couch.

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A/N: AAAAAA I hope yall enjoyed!! much love if you read this far !! <33 :3

[whoahoney]

An Attempt at a One Night Stand Pt. 6

Summary: various Sundays with reader, Danny, and Eddie.

CW: Fluff, the slightest hint of spice, angst, slight SH (reader hits something), grief, adams death story, mentions of drunk driving, reader and Eddie argue, adult themes and language.

A/N: I’m sorry this took me forever, my metaphorical egg is scrambled, but I’m back baby 😩🤘🏻

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After that night, Eddie didn’t sleep at his house for another week, not that anyone was complaining.

The first Sunday morning the couple didn’t set an alarm, Eddie was awoken by the click of the bedroom door opening. He peeked through his eyelashes to find Y/n still sleeping next to him, her hair a beautiful mess on her pillow. Her back was mostly bare, save for the cami she wore to sleep. Then he felt the tap on his shoulder.

Eddie turned to find Danny rubbing his sleepy eyes, “Yeti? Where's mama?” He asked. Eddie froze, unsure where to go from here, “Uh, she’s sleeping. Right over there, see?” He pointed over his shoulder. Danny wasted no time crawling up onto the bed, across Eddie’s lap and into the small space between them with a flop.

Y/n groaned and stretched as she rolled over, slinging her arm over the little boy before she even opened her eyes. Eddie sat still, watching the scene. Danny was smiling already, his little feet wriggling under the blanket to get warm. Y/n kissed the top of his head a couple times. “Hi baby.” She mumbled with eyes closed as she nuzzled against his curls.

“Why’s Yeti in your bed?” Danny asked. Y/n looked up at Eddie properly, squinting in the early morning light filtering in through the window.

“We had a sleepover.” She said simply. Eddie smiled at her, smoothing her hair back on her pillow adoringly.

“Next time, can Yeti sleep in my room?” Danny asked.

Y/n looked as if she were at a loss for words, a chuckle slipping through her lips as she looked at Eddie, who didn’t hesitate to answer, “Yeah, kid. We can make a fort and everything!” Eddie offered, but not before the realization hit him that he can’t make decisions like those, it wasn’t his place.

His eyes darted to Y/n’s, finding her smiling dreamily at him. She noticed the panic in his eyes before she nodded, “That sounds like a fantastic idea.” She answered.

Eddie felt the butterflies erupt in his stomach, warm and fluttery against his every nerve. He smiled and laid back down, finally relaxed. “Can we eat?” Danny asked after a moment of lazy morning bliss.

Y/n’s eyes opened again as she crinkled her brows in agony. “Five more minutes, Dan, the suns barely up.” She mumbled.

“But it’s wake up time!” He reasoned.

Eddie chuckled, his heart an absolute mess over these two. “C’mon, buddy,” Eddie sat up as he whispered, reaching on the floor for his shirt. Danny crawled out of the blanket next to him, ready to follow his Yeti anywhere.

Y/n peeked her eyes open again to see Eddie’s bare back sitting at the edge of the bed, his curls falling over his shoulders before he pulled the shirt on over his head. She bit back a smirk at the light pink lines leftover on his pale skin, flashbacks from the night before already sending heat to her core.

Eddie stood and shuffled out of the room behind Danny, pausing at the door when Y/n sat up to follow, “Uh-uh, lay back down, missy.” He pointed at her and raised his brow like a stern father.

Y/n giggled and laid back down, her eyes still on him. “What are you doing?” She asked, pulling the blankets over her shoulder.

“I’m gonna make us some breakfast, and you’re gonna get up when you’re ready. ‘M gonna hang out with Danny til then.” He said simply, pulling the door shut before she could argue.

“Okay… are you sure you got this? There’s cereal in the—“

“Aht! I got it, babe. Get some rest, you deserve it.”

Y/n sighed, looking at her empty bed in the pale morning light. She smiled and rolled over, pulling a pillow over her head.

Eddie shuffled into the kitchen with an easy smile on his lips, finding Danny already sitting on the couch, his legs stretched out on the cushion in front of him. Sesame Street was on, which happened to be one of their shared favorites.

“Alright, buddy, what’d’ya wanna eat?” He asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“Cereal!” Danny cheered, hopping off the couch and running after him. Danny sped around Eddie to the cabinet the cereal stayed in, opening it for him and pointing to the top, “See? See? Up there!” He bounced eagerly.

Eddie grabbed the box of chocolate crunch flakes, his own excitement rising in his chest, “This is my favorite kind!” He said to the boy, pulling down three bowls from the cabinet, one of them Danny sized. “Does mommy like these too?” He asked, pouring into the small bowl and ignoring the warm satisfaction that bloomed in his chest as he referred to her as such. He could dream all he wanted.

Danny shook his head, “She has her own, up there.” He pointed again. Eddie poured his helping and reached up for the other box, the cinnamon cereal making him smile. Lots of times he spent the night, he hadn’t been able to stay for breakfast, and the times he did, Y/n always made him a mouthwatering spread for all of them to enjoy. It never occurred to him that he didn’t know what kind of cereal she preferred.

He sat with Danny at the coffee table, watching the tv until he drank the chocolatey leftover milk. “Where’s mommy?” Danny asked, glancing down the hallway.

Eddie followed his gaze to the still shut door. “She’s sleeping some more, I hope.”

“I better go check on her.” Danny mentioned, eyes back on the tv as he spooned another scoop into his mouth and made to get off the couch.

“No, no, I can do that, bud, watch your show.” Eddie gave a breathy chuckle as he walked to the kitchen to prepare her cereal. He wondered if she liked it crunchy or more on the milky side. If she’s liked this kind her entire life or if this was a recent favorite.

He wondered if Adam ever made breakfast for her.

He gently turned her doorknob, peeking through the crack before opening it more to slip inside. He smiled when he saw her curled up in the middle of the bed, her eyes closed. The blanket was pulled up over her chin, her nose and eyes the only part of her face that was visible. Eddie almost regretted making her bowl, knowing it’d be soggy by the time she was ready to wake up.

But then her eyes fluttered open, kissing at the outer corners when she smiled from under the blanket. Eddie smiled back at her, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently pulling the blanket down to her chin. “Hi.” She quietly greeted. Eddie only smiled as his finger traced her cheekbone and jaw, his fingers extending across her cheek to hold her face. She leaned into his touch for a moment before she sat up. “What’s this?” She asked when she saw the cereal.

“For my lady,” he handed it to her, relishing the way her eyes widened in delight as her smile grew, “Danny wanted to check on you.” He added while she took a large bite.

She nodded, speaking through a mouthful shamelessly, “He thinks because—“ she swallowed, “because I check on him all the time, he needs to check on me too.” She shook her head with a loving smile.

“I’m sure he has to keep a very close eye on you, you’re pretty wild.” He teased.

She took another bite and swallowed before speaking, “He lines me out when I need him to, that’s for sure.” She scoffed. “It’s just been us, so.” She shrugged, “Guess he thinks I’m his responsibility, or something.” She rolled her eyes and took another bite, looking more contemplative than Eddie wanted her to.

“Well, now he’s got two of us to keep in line.” Eddie said with a cracked smile, noticing the way her eyes turned softer. She stared at him for a moment, long enough to make him worry if he overstepped.

Instead, she licked her lips, sweet from her sugar tainted milk, and pressed them to his. It was slow and loving, no sense of urgency found in the way they kissed this time. This was new for Eddie, but far from it for Y/n. She hadn’t allowed herself to feel this kind of tenderness in a long time, and had only just now realized how good it felt to be soft with someone again.

And not just someone, it felt good to be soft with Eddie.

She lost herself in him, unaware of their lips slowing to a stop as he broke it to pull back only a centimeter, “I got you.” He said the smallest whisper she’d ever heard from him.

She exhaled sharply and nodded, closing her eyes and resting her forehead against his. She wanted to say it. She felt it bubbling up in her throat, the ways she felt about Eddie. How she felt about his unwavering effort, patience, and love. All the ways he’d made her feel cared for and thought of.

She felt her mouth opening, still unsure of the words about to worm their way out, when Eddie spoke instead, “I better go see what he’s up to, he’s too quiet.” He chuckled adoringly before he kissed her head and headed for the door.

Before he could step out of the room she sat up real fast, “Wait!”

He poked his head back through the door, the sound of the tv turning on filling the once empty space. His gaze turned worried once again, that it wasn’t his place to check on Danny, to know things about Danny. To love Danny the way he did.

She didn’t notice his contemplation, or his wide eyes as she looked at him adoringly, his shirt and his boxers making him look like a certifiable DILF. She sighed and nodded, “Come back,” She l crawled to the end of the bed. “I want another kiss first.” She said simply, her heart absolutely on fire for this man.

Eddie smiled, looking like the child he was at heart as he crept back inside the room to plant an innocent kiss on her lips, but that wasn’t what Y/n had in mind. He pecked her lips once, her hands flying up to his neck to keep him close as she kissed him again, smiling when she felt his lips do the same. She kisses him again, deepening it this time and lightly sucking on his bottom lip. Eddie groaned and pulled away, “You are evil.” He mumbled against her. “Absolutely despicable.” He finished as he pulled away. His cheeks were warm with a blush, his morning wood on prominent display in his boxers now.

Eddie looked down and placed his hands on his hips. “Look what you did!” He scolded lightly. “I’m gonna go think about roadkill, and you, missy, are gonna stay in here until you can act right.” He shook his finger at her as he went to leave the room, but that wasn’t enough to Y/n.

She sat up on her knees and pouted playfully. “‘M sorry, I just couldn’t help myself. You’re just—ugh!” She groaned, “you make me wanna jump your bones every time you do something like this.” She shrugged.

Eddie chuckled, “Like what?” He shook his head.

Y/n rolled her eyes and instead of answering, lifted her shirt up to flash her tits at him. The gesture knocking Eddie backwards and clipping his shoulder on the doorframe as he cried out, “Holy shit—fu—I mean shit! Crap—dammit!” He struggled with his family friendly words as he made his way down the hall, the image of her smirk and immaculate rack burned into his eyes forever and ever… to be used at a later time.

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Another Sunday together, the day was warm, a breeze chilly enough to call for a jacket, but the perfect weather to fly a kite. Eddie and Y/n stopped into Melvaldt's, grabbing a few snacks for their little trip to the park, when Danny spotted a kite kit. The plastic spaceship made the boy's eyes shine, his whole face lighting up in excitement.

“Can we have it? Please, please, please?” The boy pleaded,

Y/n sighed and looked over the cart, picking which boxes to put back to fit the budget. She picked through the snacks she’d chosen with Eddie, picking up her favorite brand of cookies to put back when a ringed hand stopped her. “I got it, let me buy the kite, babe.”

Her eyes soften when she looks up at him, “Really?”

He nods, “Of course! I’m getting one too.” He smiled and dropped two kites in the cart.

And now, a couple hours later, she’s sitting on a blanket in the grass, a couple grocery bags of snacks and the wadded up plastic from the kite kits. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she watched Eddie and Danny in the distance, their curls bouncing with every stride as Eddie held onto the string, catching a breeze while Danny eagerly clutched the handle.

There were plenty of families at the park today, moms and dads with the same plan—load the kids in the car, pack a lunch and spend the afternoon enjoying the weather. Though Y/n couldn’t help but notice the wide berth everyone seemed to leave Eddie and Danny as they played, as if there was a dome around them that extended at least 5 feet.

She munched on some chips and watched the pastel people, their glances darting from Eddie and Danny to her and shamefully looking away when they met her hard stare. She’d grown accustomed to the looks they received when out and about, the three of them together. The way the community viewed Eddie made her skin crawl and her heart pound in her chest. How dare they?

They may have thought Eddie was a smudge, staining their town, but to Y/n he was striking crimson against the mundane background everyone else blended into. She was proud to see him in his beauty, in his loud and passionate nature.

As she was giving a bitch with a headband her best ‘go to hell’ look, a familiar, ear piercing screech sounded from across the field, Y/n’s eyes found Danny immediately, his arms reaching up towards the sky as his kite flew away. Without another thought, she takes off running towards the boy before he can get farther away. Eddie turns to Danny and points him in the direction of his mom, and as the boy runs towards Y/n, Eddie sprints in the direction of the kite.

Y/n reaches Danny and swings him up onto her hip, “What happened, buddy??”

“My kite string broke!” He held up his handle with a wobbly pout. “Yeti said he’s gonna get it back.”

Y/n smiles at her son before looking around for Eddie, spotting his dark figure in the distance, across the street climbing a tree in someone’s front yard.

“Oh, god.” She giggles and steps up to the curb, a tall slender woman comes storming out of her house to yap at the man dangling from one of her highest limbs.

“Eddie Munson! I thought I told you to stay outta my trees a long time ago!”

“Sorry, Mrs. Willick! I’ll be out in a sec, I swear, I just gotta—“ he grunts, reaching out for the plastic wing of the kite.

“You’re gonna bend my branches!” She crooned.

“—your branches are gonna snag my boy's kite!” He called back just as he gripped the wing of it and carefully descended the trunk of the tree, slipping at the last couple steps and falling on his ass.

He springs back up, checking that the orange tinsel tail is still intact, and smiles when he sees Y/n and Danny standing and waiting for him.

“Yay!!!” Danny bounced eagerly in his moms arms as Eddie crossed the street in long strides to hand it back to him.

“This better be the last time!” The woman warned, her voice less harsh as she observed the boy she once knew to steal her apples and TP her trees every Halloween, tying a small child’s kite string back together. She observed him and the woman he stood with and kept her smile hidden before going back inside.

“Thank you, Yeti.” Danny smiled and kicks his legs in a way that tells his mom he wants down to walk with them.

As they wander back to their spot, Y/n spots a child with Eddie’s kite and smiles before nudging him, “Finders keepers.”

He follows her line of sight and sags with false disappointment, “Gosh darn it—kids these days.” He jokes as he flops onto the blanket.

“Stay close, Danny, right here with us.” Y/n instructs and points to the grass in front of their space. Danny backs up and lets his kite fly higher, his tongue between his lips like Eddie could often be found doing. Y/n smiles with pride, watching her baby boy do it by himself.

A warm breeze brushed across her neck before Eddie rubbed her shoulder, and she realized he’d called her son ‘his boy’ and it didn’t even phase her.

She met his eye and smiled at him before she heard yet another screeching voice, this one unfamiliar. “You put that back over there where you found it!” The woman from earlier hissed at her child, the one that found Eddie’s kite.

The blonde boy walked over to Eddie with a quivering lip and tears streaming down his face. “I’m sorry.” He whimpered. Eddie’s eyes went big and he stood up to address the woman.

“He can totally have it, I wasn’t using it anymore!” He assured, though the woman looked him over with disgust.

“We don’t know where it’s been. C’mon, Tucker, we’ll get you your own kite.” She takes the boy's hand as he drops the kite on the ground and drags him away.

“I know that boy!” Danny chirped as he sat down with his kite still flying high. “He’s in my class!”

Y/n was ready to march over to the woman and confront her, until Eddie slumped. A heavy sigh moved through him as he shook his head, messing with his fingers and letting his shoulders tense. Y/n scoots closer and lays her head on his shoulder. “I can’t believe I saw you climb a tree. And so fast!”

She feels his shoulder bounce with a chuckle and his arm wraps around her as he relaxes. “Yeah, Mrs. Willick hasn’t ever spoken to me so kindly before.” He chuckled at the memories, “She might be in there calling my uncle as we speak.”

Y/n snorted and shook her head. “Tellin him all about the trouble his boy’s causing, huh?” She asked with another nudge.

Eddie’s eyes found hers, fearful before melting into tenderness when he saw the pointed look on her face. “You heard that?” He chuckled and blushed. “I didn’t mean—“

“You didn’t?” She asks, looking at the grass in front of them, Danny, now standing in his red high tops and frayed shorts as the kite flew and danced in the wind.

Eddie sighs and bites his lip, looking down at his hands before back up at her, “He’s my best friend.” He shrugs with a small smile.

Y/n smiles back at him and nods, “You’re his best friend too.” Eddie mirrors her and looks back at Danny.

“I don’t—“ he sighs, that tension coming back into his face before he shakes his head and stops himself.

Y/n turns to him more, “What?”

“Nothing! Just, I don’t want there to ever be a time I’m not his best friend.” He shrugs it off convincingly. Y/n nods, though still keeps her suspicion. Something was eating at him— maybe just nibbling right now, but nevertheless, something was bothering him.

“He couldn’t find a better friend than you, honey.” She mumbles and places her hand over his, her heart strings tugging when his fingers laced through hers and gave her a squeeze.

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Another Sunday morning started earlier than usual due to a phone call. Eddie sat up before Y/n was able to rouse herself and offered to grab it.

“Hel—Ahem—Hello?” He said through his morning rasp.

“Hi! This is Cindy, from the grill. Is Y/n in?” She asked.

Eddie’s eyes shot wide open at the mention of Y/n’s boss, was she supposed to go in today??

“Uh, yeah! One sec, she’s-shes getting ready!” He said before covering the mouthpiece and running across the house with the cord stretched. He slows down when he reaches there hallway and tip toes past Danny’s door before reaching Y/n’s.

“Babe!” He whispers and opens the door carefully, wincing at the squeak. “Baby, it’s your boss, she’s on the phone!” He whispers again as he tries to move closer and is jerked back by the taught cord.

Y/n bolts upright and wipes her eyes, “Am I supposed to come in?”

“I dunno! I said you were getting ready, take it!” He whispers and holds the phone out.

Y/n crawls off the bed and clears her throat before answering. “Cindy? Hi!” She looks to Eddie in relief, “I’m doing alright, do you need me there today?” She asks before meeting Eddie’s eye again and deflating. “Oh. Okay. Yeah! I understand. No worries, I get it! Yeah, I’ll check the mail. Thanks. Bye.” She stands there for a moment before she finally hands the phone to Eddie.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“Uh. Well. She just… kinda let me go.” She shrugs numbly.

“What?? Why?! You’re a great waitress!”

“Because I can only work certain nights, they got other people that can work full time.” She shrugs. “I dunno how I’m—“ she shakes her head. Daycare alone was nearing $300 a week, now. “It doesn’t matter.” She sighs and makes her way to the newspaper on the tv stand.

“What— Can you.. clue me in a bit, babe? I mean…” he smiles and shrugs, “I can help, you know.” He hints.

“Eddie…” she shakes her head at herself.

“What? What’s so wrong with me helping you?”

“Because you help me all the time. Like way more than a boyfriend should.”

“Oh. Is that—“ he freezes for a moment before his thoughts compute and he swallows, “Is that all I am?”

“Yeah, Eddie, you’re my boyfriend, aren’t you?” She asks, her tone a little pinched with nerves as she searches for the help wanted ads.

“I have been here every day since—“ he shakes his head, “I just thought it’d be fair. For me to pay my part. Right? I mean, I do my laundry here part of the time, I sleep here, I eat, I shower— c’mon that’s gotta be like $100 right there! Not to mention all your fancy soap and lotion I use!” He reasoned.

Y/n sighs, “I don’t need your money! You’re a guest in my house!” She insists. “I just need to find another job. Shouldn’t be super hard, right?” She turns the page.

Eddie nods, gritting his teeth as he tries to understand. “Okay. Well. Since I’m a guest, I guess I should go before I wear out my welcome.” He says calmly as he picks up his pants and pulls them on.

Y/n turns to him abruptly, “What? No!” She steps in front of the door before he can reach it, fingers curling around the doorway, “You can’t leave, you’re mad—“

“—C’mon, Y/n, let me through.” He said looking past her.

“No!” Her chest tenses, her hands almost numb as they trembled. “You’re m—you can’t—“

“—I have to go, okay? I’m supposed to help Wayne today, remember? You need to let me go.” He said softly through his clenched jaw.

She stares at him in disbelief, her brain moving so fast she can’t think straight. All she can think of is that day with Adam almost four years ago. She felt like she was back at the apartment they had together, standing in that doorway begging him to stay. Tears poured down her face as Adam readied himself for a drive and collected his belongings with his lip between his teeth and a thousand yard stare.

In her present stone faced daze, Eddie gently moves her by her shoulders and walks out the door.

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Y/n couldn’t get rid of the sick feeling that settled in her stomach like a knot that churned, turning over and over again. Her teeth hadn’t stopped tingling and her tears hadn’t ceased since they started the moment she hung up with Ginger, who was surprised Y/n called but still happy to extend her nephews stay.

She laid, crumpled over on the couch, the newspaper open on the coffee table to the wanted ads that contained jobs she didn’t want or wasn’t qualified for. So instead, she laid here and watched daytime television until she could find the will to do something else.

It wasn’t until early evening that she woke up to the lights and tv off. Everything sounded eerily still, even the weird sound the fridge always made was—

“Oh, fuck.” She hissed at herself before she jumped up from the sofa and raced to the kitchen, fumbling for the first light switch she came upon, and no matter how many times she flipped it, no matter the room, the power was off.

She glanced at the fridge to find her stack of utility bills stuck to the door. Crossing the room in two quick steps, she ripped the stack out from under the magnet and let the other pages fall to the floor, except the power bill in her hand.

“Due: Sunday, the 17th— are you fucking kidd—you’re gonna shut my shit off today?!” She yelled at the paper.

She resisted the urge to crumple it up and found a familiar lump rising in her throat as her chest began heaving with torn, panicked breaths.

‘You are so stupid’

‘You always mail the check, why didn’t you mail the check?’

‘Cause your head is too far up Eddie’s—‘

She clenched her eyes shut and let a couple tears fall before she took another deep shuddering breath and walked to the fridge. As she peered inside, she noted she should throw out the perishables, but then she eyed the liquor in the freezer up top and pursed her lips.

A bottle of Jose Cuervo sat next to his bffs; Malibu and Jack Daniels, with promises of a warm buzz that boosted her optimism in desperate times of need. And right when she desperately needed her spirits lifted.

She reached for the rum and twisted the top, hesitating only long enough to remember if she locked the doors, before tipping the bottle back and inviting the warm and spicy river to fill her.

She drank until she no longer cared about bills, or her job, or her fight with Eddie or that last night with Adam. She drank until it all muddled together—problems? What problems?

Bills? What bills?

Eddie? Adam? Who?

By the time night shrouded her windows in black, she’d finished the Malibu and moved onto the half bottle of Jack. She couldn’t remember at this point if she’d been drinking water like she meant to, but she did remember that there were enough candles to provide some light for the remainder of the evening.

Her body was heavy as she moved through the house like molasses, her eye on the hall cabinet where the tapered candles lived. She braced herself against the wall as the world began turning on her, fumbling at the handle that seemed to be farther away than it actually was.

When she piled the candles into her arms, ignoring the stray columns of wax that tumbled out onto the floor (I’ll totally get them later), she caught a glimpse of the leather bound book shoved away at the back of the cabinet.

The same book she sat with aunt ginger and made while she was pregnant with Danny, preparing to start his baby book and deciding to start with her own. They chose every picture together; her and Adam.

She sighed and shut the door, stumbling over her feet as she turned and walked to the living room. “No more, bitch. Ya done.” She mumbled to herself before she clipped her shoulder on the doorframe.

She lined them all up on the coffee table, clumsily pushing the bits and bobs Eddie always strung out across her tables and countertops—coins, wrappers, stray keys from work, maybe a couple enamel pins that had fallen off his vest— everything as far back as she could, along with the thoughts of him and his whereabouts.

She groaned as thoughts of him flooded her mind and she trembled with agony before striking her fist on the table twice. The sting hummed through her knuckles in an odd comforting way, enough to keep her grounded in her present task; light the fucking candles.

She let loose a shuddered sigh in lieu of a sob and grabbed up her bic lighter. With eyes wide open—willing it to help her eyesight— each wick crackled to life. Her room was cast in a flickering golden glow. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was Danny’s absence or her first day truly alone since having him, but time seemed to be stopped around her.

The weight on her chest was heavy, literally. She looked down and saw her locket, the attention it demanded might as well have been tugging on the chain. She clicked it open and saw their smiling faces, so similar and strikingly beautiful—and cried.

He was always beautiful, from the moment she saw him. His hair had always been long and shiny, his eyes were bright, despite their darkness, and his smile was sharp and wide. The funniest boy in class. The fastest runner on the playground. Adam Buckley was her first love, through and through.

They went together like peanut butter and jelly, matching scraped knees and cherry stained lips from the abundance of popsicles they shared throughout their long summer days at the creek with the other neighborhood kids. He had an affinity for lizards and garden snakes, finding the weird and gross the most interesting.

And despite how terrified she had been of the creatures that captured his attention, she listened to him ramble about them until she was brave enough to hold a newt. She’d been assisting him in his explorations for weeks, none of the other kids wanting to humor him in his curiosities except for her.

His little round chocolate chip eyes widened in delight, “Really?? Ya sure?”

When he’d handed the little lizard over, she squealed but stayed still, letting him wriggle up her wrist as Adam giggled in delight, “He likes you!” The newt paused, circling her arm like a bracelet before settling in her palm. Adam gently ran his finger over the scaly back and smiled at her, the closest they’d ever been at the time.

From there it was tree climbing and fishing, games of cops and robbers or detectives filling their days. Their skin grew darker and freckled the more time they spent together under the sun, eager to start back at school side by side.

Until she moved.

The heartbreak of leaving him in Indiana broke her little 8 year old heart. The fear of him forgetting all about her swallowed her up completely. The thought of the boy she loved so deeply, the boy that saw her so wholly, not thinking about her the way she did him—she couldn’t handle it.

But apparently, neither could he. She hadn’t expected the tears to streak his cheeks at the news of her family’s departure, but the sight both pained her and gave her relief.

He’d made her promise to write to him, to call him, whenever she could. That she’d come to his birthday party at his Aunt Ginger’s house that winter. With her pinky wrapped around his, matching tear tracks staining their cheeks, and hopeful smiles on their lips, she promised him all of it.

He’d pulled her into a tight hug, his bushy curls hanging over his ears and eyes tickled at her neck. “I’m gonna miss you so much.” he whispered.

“I’ll write to you so much you can’t.”

When she presently found herself in front of the cabinet door again, she sighed and wiped her face before yanking the door open and reaching inside. Most people’s childhood album isn’t entwined with the memory of their deceased love on every page, but hers was. Even on the front, peeking through a window was a picture of them their freshman year, really their first picture as boyfriend and girlfriend.

She sniffled a laugh at his braces and her own acne, the sparse whiskers that sprinkled Adam’s chin and her frizzy baby hairs around her face. They were both blushing, smooshed close in a booth after school at the gas station with their friends when her old friend Heather Barlow snapped the picture.

She flipped it open to find a picture of herself at age 3, the same as Danny. Little her was sitting on a crate with a furrowed brow and a frown—her timeout chair. There were other pictures taken at the places they’d visited, the trailer parks they stayed at, group shots of the neighborhood kids she played with. Another was her and her cousin dressed up in their mother’s clothes, gloves and jewelry too big for their little frames.

“Here we go," she sighed, finding where their pictures began.

And there they were, pictured with a jar of murky pond water, tadpoles inside. They held it between them, triumphant smiles on their faces. Her front corner tooth was missing and he sported flushed pink cheeks from the hot sunny day and a scrunchy he borrowed from Y/n to keep his hair off his neck.

She ended up sat on the floor against the couch, silent tears churning out of the corners of her eyes as she flipped through the years. She saw a picture of her mother, perched by the window of the camper, a pen and paper pad in hand as she gazed out of the glass.

She wondered how tired she’d been, practically doing it all on her own as her father pursued his dreams of travel—making them live off next to nothing and never staying anywhere too long. When they came back to Indiana, just the two of them, things were different—heavier, in the way that her mother left her without much guidance, taking her opportunity to explore her own freedom, before becoming fully estranged.

She sighed and turned the page, leaving behind her only two pictures of mom and pop without another tear shed. Instead, she cackled at Adam’s 7th grade picture, his shirt one size too small and his hair messed up from playing kickball at recess before the pictures were taken.

She found the only remaining evidence of the makeovers her and Robin would convince him into receiving at their hands, making him ‘over the top, show stoppingly gorgeous’ as he’d requested.

And then there was the pregnancy section. She reached out for the bottle of Jack and took a hefty gulp before turning the page.

There was Danny’s first picture as a little bean in the womb, along with a photo of Y/n and Adam outside of their first doctor's appointment, his arm slung around her with a gaping smile on his speaking lips. Y/n was mid giggle, her face flushed with anxiety and giddiness.

Another sip.

The next was one he’d taken when her bump was starting to round out, nearing that halfway mark, a book propped on it as she read comfortably. She snickered at the sight, remembering how handy the bump had been for bowls of cereal or takeout boxes, basically a table for anything she desired.

A couple times she’d wake up to Adam stacking crackers or cheerios until she’d inevitably move or wake up.

Two glugs sounded as she tipped the bottle back. She almost wretched at the taste, still refusing a chaser.

And then there was the picture of their first apartment, a snapshot taken on a Polaroid from their front door, her body a blurry frame in the kitchen as she cooked their first meal of soup and sandwiches, her bump big and round and heavy.

She sniffled and took a sip, the world a little bleary at the edges.

Another picture was their first night in their own bed. They’d taken great delight in picking out their sheets and blankets, excited to decorate their space—sharing a bed being something they’d romanticized over the previous couple of years. They laid on their backs, Adam holding the camera out as she snuggled into his side, the striped blankets pulled up over her nose as he smiled widely.

She missed the way his pillow smelled, the way his essence followed him and lingered when he wasn’t around. He was always so clean, woodsy and sweet. It was home. It had been for a long time.

Ever since their first embrace after being apart for a few years in their childhood, since he started wearing cologne and no longer smelled like a little boy playing in the summer sun.

The memory of his scent faded into something just as comforting, rich leather and citrus, muddled together with a hint of jasmine and smoke—the new home she’d settled into.

She choked out a sob and gripped the cover in her fingers until she feared she might scar the leather with her nails, dropping it against the table top with a thud as she clenched the roots of her hair and held her breath to stop the tears.

‘Where is he?’ She wondered, ‘surely he’d be back by now..’ her heart thumped and throbbed in her chest.

‘Maybe he’s sleeping at his house tonight,’ she rationalized, ‘what if he still doesn’t come back?’

The sobs wouldn’t stop, the sharp gasping breaths practically ripping open the seams of her chest she spent years trying to stitch back together. In this moment she wished more than anything to not be alone, for Danny to be home to snuggle and distract her from the pain like he had for the last three years.

Her wail began as a guttural moan before she opened her mouth and cried out into the empty house and dissolved into pathetic blubbering sobs.

She was racked with questions; why? Why did Eddie leave? Why did Adam get behind the wheel? Where was he going? Will he come back? Would he have come back? She’d never seen Adam so hurt. Looking at her like he didn’t know her at all,

“Why didn’t I just say yes?” She whispered to herself through her hands. Just then, the front door rattled as keys slid into the lock and clicked it open.

He sighs tiredly as he slips off his shoes and hangs up his jacket, the jingle and clack of his keys and pocket change hitting the entry table echoing through the house.

Y/n busied herself with fixing her face and rubbing her eyes to maybe regain some sobriety.

He jumped a little when he came into the room and saw her illuminated by only candlelight, “Hi,” he breathed in relief, his gaze on the candles and bottles before taking in her position on the floor in front of the table, her eyes puffy and cast low and nose pink and runny. His face had guilt written on it before he could notice her state and quickly fell into concern as he crossed the room.

“Hey, what’re you—come here.” He dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around her, sighing in relief when he felt her bury her face in his neck and hug him back. “What are you doin, Angel? These bottles have a hole in ‘em or somethin?” He reached out to pick them up, sloshing them around and finding the rum empty with maybe a finger’s worth of whiskey left in the Jack.

Y/n shook her head, still hiding in his neck. The tension that weighed her down like a pack mule dissipated at the mere stroke of his hand down her hair as he nodded, “And Danny? Is he asleep?” He asked.

“S’at Gingers still, so prob’ly.” She sighed against him.

Eddie sighed before nodding, “I’m sorry.”

“No, Eddie, I’m sorry, shouldn’t have pushed you away for jus wanting to help, I’m jus—“ she sighed as she pulled back to look at him. “—I jus haven’t been able to count on anyone like that in a long time, and—“

“—I know, honey.” He cooed, stroking her cheek. “I’m sorry for overstepping.” He said after a second.

Y/n shook her head insistently, “No! No you didn’t, not a bit.” She slurred and focused on a curl that rested on his shoulder, knowing if she looked at him in his big brown eyes that she’d burst into tears all over again.

Eddie appraised her, noticing the smell that poured out of her mouth, her words running together every once in a while due to the drinks she’d been nursing all evening in his absence. “How drunk are you right now?” He asked skeptically.

“Only like half.” She shrugged with heavy eyes.

Eddie chuckled with a hand on her cheek “Mhm… so pretty drunk.” He tsked and looked around, “Drunk in a blackout? Blackout drunk?” He questioned.

“S’not a blackout, I didn’t pay the—they shut me off a week early.” She groaned.

Eddie chuckled and kissed her head, “No, baby, the lights went out at the shop, too. I-I tried to get here as fast as I could, but I had to get everything put up—Y’know those car lifts can’t come dow—“

“—So it’s gonna come back on?” She asked like a hopeful child.

Eddie nodded, “Yeah, it’ll get fixed soon, you’ll see.” He assured as he lifted the Jack and gulped the last bit down before sitting it back on the table and glancing at the now closed scrapbook.

He saw her and Adam on the front, much younger and smilier than he’d ever seen her before. She was still green and new, the innocence still dancing behind her eyes. Eddie smiled and slid it closer, using his finger to trace the edge before he looked back at Y/n.

“How old were you here?” He asked, getting comfortable.

She sniffled and cleared her throat, “Uh, I was-I was 15.” She nodded as Eddie looked back down at it with a smile.

“You’re adorable.” He snickered and she pushed him playfully with a glowering blush. “Shut up.” She muttered before opening the book to the first page of her childhood.

“Look familiar?” She asked as Eddie cackled at the pout on the three year old Y/n’s lips.

“Oh, you bet it does.” He said through his laughter, “Every time you have to get onto Danny he looks over at me like this—“ he points at her face again, “—like I dunno how you ever tell him no!”

Y/n chuckled, “It’s the puppy dog eyes for me, I can’t ever look him in the eyes when I’m trying to discipline him cause then it—“ she stopped before turning the page again and again, bypassing the rest of her childhood to find the page her and Adam shared, toothless and freckled.

“Holy shit.” Eddie breathed at the resemblance to Danny on Adam’s little face.

“I fell in love with him on the playground, y’know?” She chuckled and Eddie smiled at her admission.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. He had the longest hair out of all the boys in class. I always loved long hair, on everyone, but especially him.” She shook her head, “and he could run really fast. So, impressive, right? 1st grade and all.”

Eddie chuckled this time and examined the photos closer. “He loved you too huh?”

She scoffs with a smile, “Duh.” Eddie meets her eyes and shakes his head at her. “I mean in the 1st grade.”

“Yeah.” She nodded again. “He did. I didn’t think so at the time, just kinda thought he was nice to me cause no one else really was. But now I know.” She shrugged.

Eddie scooted closer and wrapped an arm around her as he turned the page, “I wanna know more.” He said quietly.

Y/n sighed and nodded, “I’ve been meaning to, I just get— I mean it’s hard. But I wanna share with you, I really do—it’s just so hard.” She said again, a sharp inhale rose in her chest, her eyes already shining.

“I know, baby,” he whispered, leaning his head against hers. “Thank you for showing me this.”

She nodded again and a moment stretched between them before she turned the page again. “This is when it really begins, I’d say. For me and him.”

“I’d just moved back. And when I left in 2nd grade, we were thick as thieves. So we wrote and called when we could. He wrote his phone number on my hand, and when it wore off I’d write it again,” she giggled, “I called him at a couple rest stops on our first trip—the one to Montana. And when I settled we mostly just exchanged letters every week, but when middle school hit, we met up in the summer, visiting family and all, and…” she lost herself in the memory for a second, “He just wrapped me in the biggest hug. And I knew he still felt it.” She giggled again before turning her head and nudging his shoulder with hers, “We kissed for the first time that summer.” She pointed at a picture of the two of them sharing a swing, looking slightly younger than they did on the cover.

Eddie’s lips quirked up in a smile, an unexpected one at that. He’d spent so much time worrying about hearing how great Adam was, worried he wouldn’t measure up, worried he wouldn’t be able to compete with their history or reach her through her grief. But hearing her reminisce on their love made his heart smile, so his mouth did too.

“Was it your first ever?” He nudged her with a teasing grin.

She blushed again and rolled her eyes before nodding, “Yeah, it was.” She giggled and looked upon their smiling faces smooshed together. “We, uh, it was our last day together before I had to go back west, and he was starting back at school, for 7th grade. He told me I’d gotten too pretty and that he was afraid a boy would ‘take my first kiss and do it wrong”

Eddie chuckled at the thought, Adam was a clever guy.

“So, I asked if he thought he’d do it right, and he said yes right before crashing into me, no warning— it was awful.” She laughed heartily, “I mean little me was absolutely quaking, it was magic, but that boy had no idea what he was doing for a minute.”

Eddie laughed with her as she turned a page, finding a photo of her large bump under a velvet dress, Adam standing behind her with hands around her stomach and a proud smile on his face. “You were pregnant at prom?!” He gaped and smiled at her swollen curves, his tongue almost flopping out onto the floor.

Y/n threw her head back and laughed before she shook her head, “We didn’t go, but we went to dinner and danced at home. People were always staring.” She rolled her eyes.

“People will always stare because you’re beautiful.” Eddie uttered.

Y/n whipped around to face him, leaning away to look at him properly with questioning eyes and gaping lips poised to ask, “Wh—why did you say that?”

“What?” He asked, with an incredulous smile.

She shook her head and let the moment sink into deafening silence before she answered, “That’s what he said.”

Eddie was stunned, finding his grip on her and stroking her assuringly, “Well, he sounds like a really smart guy.”

She giggled and leaned in to rest her head on his shoulder. “You’re so much alike, I swear you’d be best friends.” She trailed off, conflicted and worried she’d said the wrong thing.

Eddie sighed and despite his wishes, his stomach sank at the comparison. “Yeah, well, I dunno how that would work out considering we both love the same woman, might’ve caused a spat or two.”

Y/n felt the blow land in her chest, sending a shockwave rattling through her whole body. “What?” She asked.

Eddie shook his head, almost disappointedly, “C’mon, Y/n. You’ve gotta know that. Surely at this point you know I love you.” He said, withdrawing his hand.

Y/n shook her head, “I mean, I thought you might, but I just— I dunno, Ed, I just thought maybe you’d get tired of playing house with us some—“

Eddie gripped her face in both of his hands, leaning in closer and speaking with seething adoration, “—I love you! I’ve known it was you since the first night. I love you, and-and I love Danny, too! And I don’t wanna leave you guys, okay? I’m not going to!” He paused, searching her eyes, “What will it take?” He whispered almost desperately.

Tears streamed down her face as they sat in the silence, only the sound of Eddie’s quivering breath audible between them. “I love you too.” She breathed. “We both do, Danny’s crazy about you.” She amended.

“Yeah?” He asked, his eyes brimming with tears.

“Mhm.” She held his wrist, leaning into his tender hold.

“You’re gonna keep me?” He whispered, leaning his forehead against hers.

“Yes.” She whispered, a couple more tears sliding down her cheeks. He nodded before pressing his lips to her tentatively, a couple of chaste kisses in succession before they turned lustful and hungry.

Before she knew it, the world was turning and she was beneath him on the floor. His hand slide back into her hair, playing with the roots. “I love you.” He mumbled.

“I love you.” She urged against him before he could even finish talking, chasing his kiss and opening her legs for his hips to settle against hers. Eddie groaned at the way her legs wrapped around him, how tight of a hold she kept on him as if he’d disappear.

“Fuuuuck, Eddie—“ she breathed as he moved to her neck, his stubble brushing against her soft skin with every movement. “—T-Take off your pants.” She half orders, half suggests.

Eddie shakes his head, “Uh-uh,” he mumbles in the crook of her neck, “No sex tonight.”

Y/n pushes on his shoulders to look at him, waiting for the laughter to sound along with the familiar click and chink of his belt loosening, but he only stared.

“Why?” She asked with a weak chuckle.

“Cause you’re drunk, and I’m not.” He mumbled.

“That’s a bullshit excuse.”

“How?”

“We’ve fucked drunk before.” She reasons.

“You’re drunk, I’m not.” He shrugs, “It’d feel—“

“Well let’s fix that!” She pops up, pulling him with her, “—you in the mood for tequila?” She asked sensuously, her eyes heavy and her smile cool and relaxed beneath her warm cheeks.

Eddie chuckled and shook his head as he followed her, “Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?” He asked as she poured. She slid a glass over to him and sipped deeply.

Eddie eyed the glass before curling his fingers around it and sighing. Y/n set her drink down and gazed at him in question. “‘S wrong?”

Through a sigh, he thought before taking a sip and speaking, “You really love me?” He asked.

She nodded, “Yeah, I do.”

He nodded back at her and breathed as he collected his thoughts, “Will you… tell me what happened? With Adam?”

She exhaled a long breath before taking another drink, finishing her small glass. “Yup.” She popped the P and settled onto a stool next to him.

“You sure?” He appraised her, her drunkenness still present based on how she slouched over on the counter, an easy smile on her lips and eyes heavy lidded. He decided to fix her some water.

“Mhm. S’now or never right?”

Eddie shrugged as he filled the glass, “Now… or later.” He smiled softly, setting the cold water in front of her and assuring her he could be patient.

Her eyes were glassy as they softened, Eddie’s tenderness being unexpected yet familiar. “Now’s okay.” Her hand found his on the countertop and gave it a squeeze before picking up the water and drinking. “M’ gonna have to pee after this, just so you know.” She mumbled and got comfortable in her seat.

“I was 8 months pregnant, 17 years old, and me and Adam were about to graduate,” she sighed and swallowed, finding the texture of the countertop more intriguing than Eddie’s eyes. “We’d just decided on names—Daniel for a boy, Layla for a girl—“ she smiled at the thought before it fell all too quickly, “We were really excited, and for a minute I wasn’t, Y’know, at the beginning.” She looked at her fingers almost shamefully, “But Adam assured me it’d all be fine, it’d work itself out. That we made a good team and that—“ her voice cracked and her breath trembled, “—that we’d always have each other so—“ she hiccuped and felt Eddie’s hand on her knee, “—so I was finally optimistic. We were making plans—it felt like forever, you know? Like we already had it, like it was already promised. And so the weekend before graduation, when he proposed—“ she said it out loud for the first time as the hot tears streamed down her face.

Eddie found his mouth gaping with a soft gasp, feeling useless watching the woman he loved break down in front of him.

“—when he proposed I was shocked— to my core! I-I was so rattled I could only stand there and look at him, and-and then when I finally opened my mouth all I could ask was why?” She scoffed in disbelief at herself before meeting his eyes. “Can you believe that?? How could I not say yes?!”

Eddie’s words caught in his throat as he stuttered out a response, “W—I-I dunno, wh-why didn’t you say yes?” He asked carefully, worried about pressing the wrong button.

She shook her head and shrugged, “I-I-I dunno! I mean, I was 17, and super pregnant! It was like walking around with a wedding ring already, you know? And I had every intention of marrying him, I just—I wanted to make it past high school! I didn’t want the rest of my life to change—I know, it’s dumb, now that I think about it, trust me, I know how awful it sounds—“ her voice pinched again with swelling emotion before Eddie cut her off.

“—hey! No, no, don’t say that—did he want you to… not go?” He shrugged as he dropped his voice.

She nodded, “He didn’t want me to work, either. I should say ‘have to work’ but I wanted to, and he wanted me to be able to take care of Danny and not have to pay for daycare while he worked—he made good points but it just wasn’t— ugh…” she groaned as the gears in her head wedged and stopped.

“… wasn’t what you wanted?”

Y/n sighed, closing her eyes as she nodded. “For the first time I didn’t agree with his plans.”

“And then?” Eddie pressed, bordering on concern.

“He said he had to leave.” Her voice broke before she sniffled again, hands tangled in her lap. “I- I was so upset, and confused, and I just wanted to talk, but Adam thought—“ she inhaled sharply and steadied herself before pouring herself another shot.

Eddie’s heart wrenched for her, wondering how many nights she bore this weight on her shoulders.

“Adam thought I didn’t love him anymore. Or that I hadn’t. I don’t know,” she shook her head, “But instead of listening, he wanted to clear his head and drive.”

Eddie's heart pounded in anticipation, knowing what came next.

“Next thing I know, I get a call in the middle of the night—the police telling me he’s been in an accident with a drunk driver, that he’s at the hospital but it was too late, he was...” She sobbed into her hands before Eddie lurched out of his seat and wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.

“Baby, I’m sorry— I’m so sorry.” He cooed and stroked her hair as she heaved and sobbed into his chest.

“He died thinking I didn’t love him anymore! And-and I didn’t even get to see him before—“ she shook her head, “—before they cremated him.”

Eddie stayed silent, though his affection was worth more than anything he could think of saying. “‘M so sorry, Y/n, I really am. I-If I pushed too much, I didn’t mean—“

“No, no.” She sniffled and wiped her face, “You deserve to know, I mean, you’re—“ she shook her head again as she struggled for words. Eddie reached out and wiped away the fresh tears as they fell.

Eddie watched wearily as she combed her mind for words that failed her. After a moment more he spoke up softly, “You don’t have to hurt alone, okay? Not anymore.”

More tears welled in her eyes as she nodded and wrapped her arms back around him for another embrace. “I got you. And you got me, I already know.” He smiled, settling his head atop hers. She chuckled softly and he felt her nod beneath his chin.

After a comfortable moment stretched between them, enjoying each others embrace and warmth, the lights flickered back on. Y/n looks up and around at the house, relief flooding her body.

“See? Blackout.” He smiled proudly.

She sighed deeply with a blooming smile on her lips, looking up at him fondly through the red lenses over her eyes, still tinted with her lingering grief and pain. But through it all, her softness remained. The softness Eddie had been digging for.

And it was so beautiful to see.

She’d always had a sexual prowess, a confident air about her that made him feel like a trembling virgin during their bedroom encounters. He used to envy the other men that had her before he did. But now he was assured that she hadn’t shared this part of herself before— not with many, anyway.

But to be one of the few was an honor.

“You know he knows you love him, right?” He whispered.

She looked up at him with a pinch in her brows, “How do you know?”

“Because, if he and I are as alike as you say we are—he was just confused, okay? Our… fight had me worried too. And I’m so sorry for scaring you, if I had known—“

“It’s okay, Eddie, you didn’t.” She assured almost tiredly. “I’m just… I’m so tired of carrying the regret. This overwhelming sense of… responsibility for what happened to him—I haven’t even told Ginger or Robin everything that happened because—” She hid her face as the tears came again. “I don’t wanna feel like this anymore…. then again… if I.. it feels like I’m letting him go.”

Eddie shook his head, “Hey, hey, no. Don’t do that to yourself.” He whispered, finding his palm on her cheek and fingers in her hair. “You showed him every day how much you love him. You know that? All the time you spent together, it wasn’t for nothing just because of one fight and a freak accident—look at me—“ he said firmly, and her eyes snapped up to meet his as the tears continued to stream down her face, “You didn’t tell him to leave,” she shook her head no in confirmation, “—you didn’t make him get in the car, and you damn sure didn’t hand the keys to the drunk driver.” He reasoned with her like a father calming a child.

Her eyes clenched closed and she loosened a ragged breath, her shoulders sagging with relief at his words she didn’t know she needed to hear. She leaned forward against his chest, submitting to his affection and love as her sobs subsided to sniffles and he swayed them soothingly like he’d seen her do with Danny dozens of times.

After a while, Eddie’s playing with the loose locks of her hair as he looks over at the table and candles. “What do you say we turn out the lights, get in bed, and look at more pictures? I wanna hear some better stories about the guy, I know you have a ton.” He smiled down at her adoringly.

Y/n wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands and smiled to herself before nodding in agreement. “I might have a couple.”

Eddie kissed her forehead before parting and turning off the lights throughout the house as Y/n blew out the candles and carefully collected them. She carted them to her room, as he smiled and followed after, scooping up the leather bound book as he went.

He found her pantsless and attempting to flick the lighter to life, her drunken fingers not making contact like they should due to the tingling numbness in her fingers. “Here, baby, let me.” He offers as he gently takes it and lights each wick with ease. “Go lay down, Jackie D, and prepare to tell me the best story you have.”

“Ooh! Drunk bedtime stories.” She gleamed, making for the bed and crawling up the end with excitement.

Eddie chuckled as her booty swayed side to side, her floral granny panties looking so fine stretched over her ass. He dropped his pants and stripped off his shirt, following after her. She pushed the covers back and patted the spot next to her, a divet in the space that belonged to him.

Instead of settling in his spot, he leaned over and pressed a lingering kiss to her cheek. “I love you.” He whispered.

She sighed in content as he covered the both of them up and systematically fluffed the pillows before positioning them like a nest and propping his head up on his arm. “I love you too, Eddie Munson.” She said with a smile. He sent her a blushing grin before opening the book to the page they left off, then turned another.

“Whoa!” He laughed and pointed at the picture of Adam with his makeup masterfully done, while Y/n looked like hers was done by someone who put in good effort but lacked experience. Their hair was pinned up in rollers and sported smudged lipstick smiles.

Y/n joined in his laughter and blushed at the memory, “Oh god, well, Adam got high and I convinced him to let me do his makeup, and he wouldn’t let me unless I let him do mine so we did it at the same time—it was a mess.” She giggled and traced the edge of the picture, talking about the way he tried to use mascara on her eyebrows and lip liner on her eyelids.

As much as he was worried about how it would feel listening to her gush about him this way, expressing her raw, unadulterated love for a man who would be forever perfect, he felt his heart warm in admiration of her. Of how purely she loved. Of how well she was loved.

And because of her love for Adam, her love for Eddie was all the more special.

When he reached the last page, there was a picture of Y/n and Danny in the hospital. He looked over at her to find she had fallen asleep. Eddie continued to study the photo; a framed picture of Adam sat on the table next to them in front of a vase of flowers and a blue foil balloon. Y/n’s smile was tired and forced in the one shot she looked directly at the camera, but the next she looked down at Danny and the warmth was evident in her face as she adjusted his little hat.

Eddie glanced over at her, finding her mouth agape and a steady stream of drool flowing onto her pillow. He chuckled and brushed her baby hairs away from her face before closing the book and placing it on the table alongside the candles that were now extinguished.

He leans over to kiss her head and pull the blankets up, whispering “Goodnight, sweetheart.” Before settling next to her and finding purchase on her waist.

In her sleep she rolled over and wriggled back towards him, making him smile and squeeze her once for good measure before she spoke, her voice a rasp from the evening of tears and whiskey, “G’night, Adam. I love you.”

Eddie inhaled deeply before nuzzling his face into her neck and whispering, “I love you too, baby.”

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Camilo and Chickpea

Camilo was doing his usual routine of pranking villagers and just having a fun time with his friends. After he was done, he decided to head home for lunch and relax a bit. Unbeknownst to him, a small little yellow thing was following him.

It took about five chirps before he stopped…and looked around. 

“What is that noise?”

Chirp!

He looked down, and that’s when he saw a little chick sitting on top of his foot like it owned it. Milo tilted his head at the little yellow puffball and looked around, seemingly looking for where this little thing came from.

It was from one of the Chicken farms, that much he knew. But HOW did it end up from the other side of the Encanto…to on top of his foot? Without being seen by cats or being stepped on?

So, he picked the little fella up and contemplated what he should do. Should he take it to a farm where this little guy could be used for food or to lay more eggs once it’s older?...or keep it as a pet?

Camilo decided to go with the latter and walked back inside with his new friend. And besides, if Antonio can keep a jaguar then camilo can surely keep a chicken, right? 

Once inside he saw his little brother and prima mira sitting on the floor coloring. 

“Hey, look at what followed me home”

Cami sat down in front of them and released the yellow feather baby. Antonio ‘awed’ and picked the little chick up. Mirabel was just confused as to why camilo had a chick on him. 

“Um…why do you have a chick?”

“It followed me”

“.....a chick…followed YOU home?” 

“Mirabel, I'm not just going to take a chick from its mother. Don’t you think that’s a little cruel?”

“Well I’m finding it hard to believe a literal baby chick followed you home on its own accord”

Antonio chimed in to the conversation “she said she left her nest to see what was beyond that weird barrier that only the big weird looking chickens can go through. After that she got lost and scared and decided to follow that big chicken. I think she means Milo”

“I’m sorry, does she think humans are just…bigger, odd looking chickens?”

“Yeah, all chickens do”

“...Oh”

The chick peeped some more and Antonio leaned down to hear her. “Oh, she says she likes Cami as her mama more. She doesn’t really remember her old one anyway or which nest she came from” 

Cue camilo who looks really emotional “she sees me as her mama?”

Cue Mirabel rolling her eyes “oh hear we go”

After that day, Camilo kept the little chick and named her Chickpea (right on the nose aint it?). All family members find it hilarious and ironic that the shapeshifting chameleon boy has a chicken for a pet. 

Pepa and Felix see Chickpea as their unconventional nieta. They can’t do much given her…chicken-ness but they like to have her around when Camilo is out. Both of them keep her on their shoulders or in their pockets. 

Casita decided to be funny and mark Alma’s door “Bisabuela”. She didn’t understand what it meant until she saw Chickpea and was told the situation. 

Mirabel knitted “father of an animal club” on his rauna. It was originally a club of one, which was just Bruno and his rats but now there’s a new member. Camilo wears it proudly. She also stitched a pocket to the front of it just in case he wanted to carry her around. 

Mira also likes knitting little hats for Chickpea, it’s tedious to make something for a creature so small but she’s up for the challenge.

Dolores takes her role as the honorary Tia very seriously. Same with Antonio. He pledged to be the very best influence on her. 

Luisa and Isabela love her too, although only one of them is trying to be a good influence and it’s not Luisa. Isa likes snatching Chickpea whenever she can and sprinkles her with pollen to make her look “cool”.

“Isabela! She’s MY daughter, not yours”

“I don’t care”

Alma and the blue couple don’t know what to think of the new family member other than she’s cute. And Alma hopes Camilo won’t get bored or tired of the new responsibility because from what she knew, chicks need care like every other pet in this world.

He never got tired of her though and always made sure she was okay. 

Luisa absolutely loves her. Will have her sit on her lap while she reads or just talk to her. 

(teenage and adult years) 

Chickpea is very spoiled and very much a diva (thanks to her “mama”). And used to having her needs met instantly. If they aren’t, she irritatingly bawks like no tomorrow. Not too loud, she knows Dolores has sensitive hearing, but she does it loud enough to the point where it’s annoying enough to get what she wants. And if that doesn’t work, she pecks you.

Chickpea also has her own collection of hats and necklaces thanks to her Tia Mirabel, Tio Antonio, and her “mama”. 

She is very sweet though and knows when someone is upset and needs a cuddle. She’ll cuddle just about anyone if it makes them happy, especially Camilo.

She certainly IS potty trained and knows exactly where to go when she needs to go (if you catch my drift). 

Camilo does include her in on his pranks (thanks to Antonio explaining the concept to her). She’s just as mischievous as her mama and loves chasing people around because it’s funny to her. Seeing creatures much bigger than you run away when you are chasing them is a hilarious thing to see. 

She is also in Bruno’s rat telenovelas as the leading actress. She won’t have it any other way…and yes, she’s just as dramatic as her mother. 

That’s all I got, I hoped you liked these. 

Inspired by @midcanto (Also, I remember you saying Camilo has Disney princess aura and I kind of want to make an au now)