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BABY DADDY | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

A one night stand leads to much, much more than either of you bargained for.

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Warning/Includes: BabyDaddy!Matthew, duh!!! Smut Lite™️.

So, the thing about babies is that they don’t really give a fuck about context. They truly couldn’t care less about what you’re doing, what’s happening in your life, your goals, your dreams, your ambitions. It’s all irrelevant. They will show up anyway. And what the little clump of cells in your uterus has failed to realize is that you do not know their father. At all.

Seriously.

You know him biblically. Obviously. You’ve shared drinks and a bed. You’ve seen him naked. He’s seen you naked. You’ve spent, maybe, an hour and a half together total. And you spent the majority of that time making the conscious decision to leave together, undress and fuck. You’re pretty sure the last thing you said to him was, “Safe travels.” As in, I don’t want to see you again. As in, If all goes well, I should never have to see you again.

You used a condom. You’re not dumb, you used a condom. So when weeks passed by and your period was late, you didn’t think anything of it. It happens. Sometimes periods are just late.

But it never came.

You bought the pregnancy test just to be safe. In fact, you were so sure that you were playing it safe that you didn’t take it for another three days. Pushing it back and back, hoping your period would come.

It didn’t.

So you squatted over the toilet and got a good amount of pee on the thing and waited two minutes just for it to stare you directly in the eye and say: FUCK YOU, DUMB BITCH. YOU’RE PREGNANT.

Okay, it just said pregnant. But that’s what went through your head. Your knees buckled and you grabbed your stomach, almost like you could feel the thing just hanging out in there. You doubled over, thinking you were going to puke, but you didn’t. You eye the test again and then, out of pure nerves, you puke.

You buy two more tests. They call you a dumb bitch again, just a little louder. You want a bottle of wine but you don’t have one because you’re pregnant. You want a lighter and a goddamn cigarette but you don’t have one because you don’t even smoke and you’re pregnant.

You sit down for lunch with your friend and it’s the first time you say these words out loud.

She yells, “You’re what?”

Pregnant!

You give her this look that says please don’t make me say it again and she doesn’t. She heard you very well the first time.

“W-wh-what…” she trembles. Shaking, like she’s the one knocked up. “What? H-how…what? who’s the daddy?”

You sigh, cut your eyes up at her, and her jaw drops, stuttering, “O-oh…no…no…[y/n]…no.”

“It’s gotta be him. He’s the last guy I had sex with. I had gotten my period before then. Now, no period, three positive pregnancy tests.”

“Three?” she shouts. “Oh, so you’re pregnant pregnant?”

“Yeah, I took three just to be sure and they all told me to go kill myself. So.”

“Oh my god…” she shudders. “Oh my god? Oh my…” and she chugs her glass of wine in one big gulp. It looks good.

“What are you going to do?” she asks you.

You shrug, your mind made up, “I’m keeping it.”

“What?”

“Okay, you need to quiet down now before we get kicked out of here.”

“What do you mean keeping it? As in, giving birth? As in, raising a child?”

“Yeah, exactly that.”

“O…kay…and the baby daddy?”

You shrug, “What about him?”

“I-“ she slams her hands down. “[y/n].”

“What?”

“You’re not gonna tell him?”

“Why would I? I have a house and a job and insurance and a 401K, I can take care of my kid.”

“Well, yeah…but it’s…his kid, too? Why-why are you keeping it if you’re not gonna tell him?”

“Because I want a baby. I don’t know. I-I thought about…getting it sucked out of there, but I don’t wanna. I want a baby. I want a kid. And yeah, this…isn’t the conventional way of doing that, but I never much saw myself with a husband anyway.”

“So…what’s the plan? Matthew’s just walking down the street one day and a little carbon copy of him comes out of the shadows saying ooh, aah, look at me! I’m the love child you unintentionally abandoned 10 years ago! That’s fucked.”

“What if he doesn’t care? What if he wants to abandon the kid? What if we’re on the same page?”

“Then at least give him the option.”

“Ugh.”

“[y/n], just give him the option. What? You can gargle his cock in your mouth but you can’t have a conversation? You need to tell him.”

“Okay…” you roll your eyes.

“And whatever the outcome, he stills owes you money. He stills owes some type of financial support, whether you want it or not.”

“I don’t want it.”

“Whatever. Look, I work with him when he’s in town, okay? I see him, I have to interact with him, I can’t hold on to this and I can’t be the one to tell him. [y/n]…please…”

“Okay!”

“Okay?”

You huff, “Okay. Fine.”

“Okay. You have his number?”

“No.”

“Classy,” she quips as she scrolls through her phone and you roll your eyes, “Okay, I’m airdropping it to you now.”

His contact comes through to your phone and you only stare at it long enough to accept and then you plant the device face down on the table. You suck back an anxious gulp of water and fidget with your hands, “This is your fault, you know?”

“What? How?”

“You’re the one that introduced us. At that launch party or whatever. What was that even about?”

“It was the launch party for a new production company and fuck you, you whore. I didn’t force you to go and get yourself knocked up. That was all you, Matthew and those free shots.”

“Oh, please, you practically threw us together.”

“Yeah, well, sue me, I thought you guys would hit it off,” she shrugs. “Not quite this much, but…”

The two of you sit in silence, looking around the restaurant, picking at your food.

“So,” she pips.

Your eyes flicker up at her.

“How was it?” she smirks. “Worth a baby?”

You let a long sigh, shaking your head with a very violent roll of your eyes, “Honestly…yeah…”

So far, pregnancy doesn’t suck. You’re still early, still not showing. There’s been no nausea or bloating. The insomnia, however, is getting ridiculous. You’re normally the type of girl to crash in bed as soon as possible, knocked out the moment your head hits the pillow. It is now midnight and your eyes are wide open, unable to relax. You check everything possible off of your to-do list, even scheduling your first obstetrician appointment. The only thing you haven’t done is call Matthew, having had his number sitting in your phone for close to a week now. To make it worse, all you want is a cinnamon roll. But not just any cinnamon roll. One from the late night bakery down the street. This is especially dangerous because you know very well that they are still open and somewhere out there is a cinnamon roll with your name on it. It would be nuts to leave the warmth of your bed right now, walk a mile in the dead of night, just for a cinnamon roll.

But you’re going to.

You bundle up and head out into the summer night, looking completely insane. Hoodie, sweats, tattered sneakers built for walking down the New York City sidewalks. It’s not far and you walk fast, faster than normal tonight because the craving is just that strong. You make it in all of ten minutes and within five more, you have the box cracked open and are tearing a piece off with your bare hands.

You look up for merely a second and your eyes catch him immediately. Now, you’re tired. Your blood sugar’s just shot up but you’re pretty sure it’s him. Posing for a picture with a fan. Tall. Beautiful. Smiling. His eyes land on you and he excuses himself, throws up a wave. You jump, looking around, contemplating running. But, yeah. That wouldn’t be suspicious at all. By the time you stop fidgeting, he’s standing over you and you’re trapped.

“Hi!” he greets you. “Hi, [y/n], how are you?”

You wipe frosting from your mouth and chuckle, more caught off guard by his remembering your name than anything. You cough, “Hi. Matthew, hi. I’m good. I’m doing good. How are you?”

“Good! Just heading home.”

“Oh! Oh, you have a place in New York?”

“Yeah, near the park, just a few blocks over. You live around here?”

“Uh…” you did not know this so you’re forcing your brain to catch up. “Uh, yeah, yeah. About a block over, just… couldn’t sleep. Wanted a cinnamon roll.”

“Looks good,” he giggles. “You look good.”

“Oh, you’re full of shit,” you smile.

“No! No, I mean it. You look great. I love the cinnamon roll run outfit. Honestly.”

You blush, you don’t mean to, but you blush. “Well, thank you. You look good, too.” He does. You can tell he’s just leaving somewhere because he’s dressed up and you suddenly remember very vividly how you ended up pregnant.

“Aw, thank you. I appreciate that…” his eyes scan over you. “Where did you say you live? Can I walk you home? It’s late.”

You want to shout No! Thank you! and run. It wouldn’t be hard to do. Why not? Still, you say, “Yes. Yeah, I’d like that.”

And so the two of you stroll down the empty sidewalks together, he does most of the talking. You can hear it in his voice that he’s flirting. You’ve heard it before. It has been successful, with you, before. Yet, you’re too busy this time around trying not to puke. He walks you to your door and you notice your cinnamon roll has gone cold in your hand.

“This is me,” you tell him. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he smiles. “We should get together again, if you’re up for it.”

You nod, “Mhm. Yeah. That sounds nice. Um, I’ll give you my number.” He instantly pulls his phone from his pocket and hands it over. He’s serious. You type your name and number in and hand it back, chewing on your bottom lip.

“Perfect,” his fingers linger on yours as he takes his phone back. “I’ll call you. Hey, could I use your bathroom? I pee fast so I won’t inconvenience you too long.”

No!

You snicker, “Yeah…” you start to unlock the door. “Of course. Sorry in advance, it’s a little messy.”

“Oh, a little mess doesn’t scare me,” he laughs.

You let him in and point out the bathroom and as soon as he disappears, closes the door behind him, you release the breath that’s been trapped in your chest and plop down on the couch. “Fuck,” you mutter to yourself. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

The toilet flushes and then there’s a loud bang from the bathroom and you snap back to reality. “Matthew?” you call. “You alright in there?”

“Yeah, sorry,” he calls in response. “Just kicked over your trash can. Sorry!”

“That’s okay!” you reply. You relax.

It is definitely not okay.

You hop up and sprint to the bathroom door. You don’t even knock, you just burst into the bathroom where Matthew is picking up the spilled trash. Your eyes instantly land on the pregnancy tests and you can’t do anything but stand in wait.

When he notices them, he laughs. Not a cackle, but a soft giggle, almost silly, “You pregnant or something?” he asks. It’s a joke. He’s making a joke.

He looks at your face. It’s not a joke.

He stops laughing. He stops smiling. You’ve never seen someone’s entire being go so pale.

“Oh, you’re…” he stutters. “You’re…” he breathes. “Is it mine?”

You can hardly look him in the eye but you do and you nod.

“How long have you known?”

You gulp, “Like…a week. I haven’t been to the doctor or anything.”

“Are you…” you can see his chest heaving. “Are you serious?”

You nod, “Yes.”

He looks around the bathroom, wobbling on his heels and you worry he’s going to pass out. Instead, he slams the toilet seat down and sits on it, falls on it. “What…what are you going to do?”

“I’m…” you clear your throat. “Keeping it.”

“Oh.” he says. “You don’t...you’re not…”

“No. I don’t want that.”

And this is where his words became jumbled. Mumbled. Barely incoherent. He, himself, cannot even figure out what he’s trying to say.

“Look,” you interrupt him. “You don’t have to be involved, okay? You don’t even need to be on the birth certificate. I can handle this. I will handle this. If you wanna drop me a couple hundreds bucks every month and call it a day, that’s fine. If you don’t? Also fine. But I need to know because we’re…not…confusing this kid, okay? So, you need to be all in or all out.”

“Are you...” he cuts his eyes up at you and then promptly rises to his feet. “I can’t do this right now.”

You’re so dumbfounded as he rushes past you that your brain doesn’t even fully process it until he’s almost out the door. “Where are you going?”

“I have to clear my head. I-I have to get out of here.”

“Uh, okay...” he closes the door in your face. “Bye…”

And in the wake of all this exciting, suddenly surrounded by silence and cut tension, you remember your cinnamon roll. You want it after all.

When your friend asks if you’ve told Matthew, you say, “Yes.”

“Oh, shit. You called him?”

“No.” And you have to explain. You have to explain every awkward, uncomfortable, terrible second.

“And I haven’t heard from him since,” you shrug.

“Really?”

You nod.

She sighs, “Wow…fuck him.”

“Fuck him.”

And you meant that. You’re content with that. You feel like you can move on. Prepare, nest, move forward. Then he calls you. Out of nowhere. His name pops up on your phone and silences the music that had been playing while you took a bath. You stare at the screen for a long time, wondering if it’s best to protect your peace. It is. But still, you answer.

“Hello?”

“Hey, [y/n]?” he clears his throat. “It’s Matthew.”

“Matthew,” you sigh. “Hi.”

“Hey, um, when is your first doctor’s appointment? Has that passed already?”

“Um…” you furrow your eyebrows, genuinely confused. “No. It’s on the twenty-sixth. At Aster on the upper west side. Eleven o’clock.”

Silence.

Then, he says, “Okay…okay, I’ll be there.”

You shrug, “Okay.”

“Okay.”

You arrive at 10:45. You do not expect him to show up, like truly expect him to show up. So when he comes walking into the waiting room, your heart genuinely stops. You cross and uncross your legs, shuffling in your seat.

“Hi,” you whisper, with very minimal eye contact.

“Hi.”

The nurse calls your name and Matthew follows you into the examination room, taking a seat beside you. The technician asks you a series of questions about your last period, your symptoms, your health history and Matthew hears none of it.

“And are you dad?” she asks him.

He feels like he’s going to throw up. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I guess.”

You roll your eyes and luckily, this kind woman cuts the tension pretty quickly. She slathers this cold gel on your belly and presses the wand to your skin and the heartbeat picks up immediately.

“Oh, wow, strong heartbeat already!” she grins at you. But you can’t take your eyes off the monitor. Matthew either. “You’re right around ten weeks so there’s the little head and you can see their arms and legs starting to form here.”

You can. You can really see it. There’s a baby in there. Barely. But a baby! You look at Matthew and his look of pure terror mirrors yours. It’s kind of comforting.

The nurse wipes you off and says, “So your estimated due date is March 10th, but again, that’s just an estimate so take it with a grain of salt because babies tend to follow their own schedule. You’re looking at anywhere from two to three days before or after.”

“Holy shit,” Matthew swears. “That’s the day after my birthday.”

“Is it really?” you tilt your head and at this, the nurse is dumbfounded. At this, Matthew is completely silenced.

You ask for two separate copies of the ultrasound and the technician has gotten over the shock. She’s not going to question it anymore, not going to give it any thought. Let you two sort it out.

As you stand outside afterwards, twiddling your thumbs, unsure of what to say or what to do, he asks, “Are you hungry? Can I take you to lunch?”

You cross your arms, wanting to say no. Wanting to lie. Instead you sigh, “Yes,” you nod. “Yes, please. I’m fucking starving.”

So he takes you to a cafe down the street where you order possibly the biggest burger even seen and fries and a cup of veggies and a piece of cake. It’s awkward, silent, and he just watches you eat. Almost like he can’t wrapped his head around it. You come up for air and catch his gaze.

“Hey,” you swallow. “Don’t look at me crazy. You’ve never had something in your body competing for resources.”

He chuckles, “No judgement. Eat what you want.”

“That was my plan.”

He picks at his food for a few moments and then sighs, “So…how…how are we gonna do this?”

You would ask for more context but you don’t need it. You know exactly what he means. You shrug, “I don’t know…” you shrug again. “I don’t know, just…do the best we can, I guess?”

He nods, “Yeah. Yeah, that always seems to work for everyone else.”

September | 14 Weeks

The deal is that Matthew will come in every four weeks for your appointments. This is what he agrees to, but you’re not convinced it will happen. But your next appointment rolls around and you’re shocked to walk in and find he’s beat you there. This time, he sees you and he smiles. His eyes scan over your figure as you take a seat, he goes, “Oh, you’re…you’re kinda starting to…”

You glance down at your tiny baby bump and you have this weird urge all the time to touch it so you do. “Oh. Yeah. I finally had to start telling people at work. They made me a registry.”

“Oh, that’s nice. What…what do you need me to get? What does a baby need?”

“God, dude, too much shit, I swear. Plus, I don’t even know what I want to dress her in. There’s like a million different brands and they all look the same or are made from spider silk or something stupid. I don’t know.”

He tilts his head at you, “Her? You think it’s a girl?”

You shrug, “I don’t know. I don’t think we can find out just yet anyway but, maybe?”

This little grin appears on his face and he almost reaches in to your bump, but he doesn’t. He shuffles in his seat, clears his throat, “A girl would be nice.”

You smile, “I think so, too.”

You both get your updated ultrasounds to go and the technician is greatful to not feel so suffocated this time. The energy around the two of you has shifted. Not much. You’re still strangers and it shows. But it’s different. You smile, you joke around, Matthew speaks up, asks questions.

It’s different.

At the end of the appointment, he asks you, “Hey, are you busy tonight?”

“Oh…” you’re caught off guard. “No. Why?”

“I was wondering if you might want to come over? For dinner maybe?”

“Oh.”

“Nothing…weird. I just…want you to know where I live and…I don’t know, I thought we could just talk.”

“Um. Okay. Okay. Send me your address.”

“Okay. I will.”

And so because you reluctantly agreed, you show up at his doorstep at six o’clock sharp. You’re not dressed up or anything, but it’s starting to get cold and you just threw on this big puffy jacket.

He opens the door and greets you with a bright smile, saying, “Hey, you. Come in.”

“Thanks,” you meekly walk in and instantly look around his place and oh, it’s fucking gorgeous. Comforting. Because you can’t have a baby with someone who lacks interior design skills.

“Are you still craving chinese? I got us a fuck ton.”

“Oh, my god,” you sigh in relief, smelling the food, instantly plopping down at the kitchen table. “Oh, my god, yes, thank you.”

“Of course,” he smiles.

You look around and notice the ultrasounds on his fridge, staring at them as he sets up a plate for you.

He takes a seat beside you and takes a bite of his food, then asking, “So, where are you from?”

It catches you off guard so you laugh, “What?”

“Where are you from? What’s your family like? Where’d you go to school?”

“Um, okay…what…you interrogating me?”

He laughs, “No. No, sorry. I just…uh, I wanna get to know you better, that’s all. You can ask me anything you wanna know, too.”

“Hm,” you nod. “Okay.” And you spill your guts.

You wrap your life up in a nutshell and it becomes this rapid game of back and forth about whose parents did this and how many siblings do you have and who was your first crush. Who’s your best friend. Who’s the last person you dated. Tell me about all the people you’ve dated!

Your baby daddy is kind of a slut, but, honestly, who are you to judge?

He’s funny. As far as you can tell, he’s honest. He doesn’t have or want to hide anything from you. What’s the point?

“So, um,” he says. “Why don’t I make you a drink and give you a little tour? Oh, wait, you…”

“Can’t drink,” you nod. “Yeah. Thanks for reminding me.”

“Sorry,” he laughs. “I have sparkling cider.”

“Bleh.”

“Sparkling water?”

“Bleh.”

“I…orange juice?” he laughs but you’re dead serious.

“That sounds so fucking good right now.”

“Yeah?” he chuckles. “Okay, you got it.”

And so, with your cup of orange juice, you follow him around his home. You see his bedroom, his office, and in the corner of the house, an empty room where he proclaims, “This will be the little guy’s room. I’m not sure what I’m gonna do with it yet, but definitely something.”

It’s beautiful. Lots of natural light but he says he’s already started looking at blackout curtains. “And then in my room,” he adds as you walk by. “I’ll have one of those little beside bassinet things, y’know? Just until he gets a little bigger.”

You look up at him with this sober look. You stumble around until you find somewhere to put your glass down and he asks, “You alright?”

You turn back to him and almost immediately jump into his arms, mouth open, a whole growing human between the of you, but still you are close. But still, you are kissing.

“Woah…” he huffs. “W-what…what are you…”

“Sorry,” you breathe out. “It’s nothing personal. I’ve just got a lot of blood rushing to a lot of different places and w-what?” you stutter because he’s caressing your face. “Y’know, it’s not like you can get me pregnant. It’s more like a…a favor?”

His eyes scan over your face and he nods, scoops you up in his arms like it’s nothing. “Yeah, okay, that makes sense,” and he carries you into his bedroom.

October | 18 Weeks

The greeting this week is different. In the past few weeks, there’s been a lot more casual texting. A lot of Matthew asking: Hey, how are you feeling today? Do you need anything? Do you have groceries? You appreciate it.

He walks into the waiting room a few minutes after you and you actually stand to say hi.

“Hi, you!” he pips and he gives you a big hug. This time, he is not so shy and he takes a hold of your bump in both his hands, leaning down to say, “Hi, you! What are you doing in there? Woah!”

“Ah,” you groan. “Yeah, kicking the shit out of me. lately. Don’t get her riled up.”

But he pokes at your belly again and those legs come back swinging. He laughs, “Oh, my god, that’s so cool!”

“Yeah, not so much when it’s the middle of the night and it’s directly on your bladder.”

“Oof. Sorry, I should be stern,” he leans down. “Knock it off, kid.” And the kid kicks back.

“Oh! Jesus. Okay, that was…bad. Keep practicing.”

He cackles, “I will.”

In the exam room, the technician asks, “Do you wanna know the gender?” The smile on her face tells you that she already knows.

And as you shout an enthusiastic, “Yes!” Matthew is shaking his head, saying, “No.”

And then there’s silence.

“What…” you chuckle. “What do you mean no?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “I kinda just wanna be surprised.”

“Hm…” you furrow your eyebrows. You turn to the technician, “Well, I wanna know, will you put it in an envelope for me?”

This envelope is hand delivered to you at the end of your appointment and you hold it tight in your hands all the way out the door. You tear into it as soon as you step outside and Matthew shouts, “Wait!”

“What?”

“I don’t wanna know! Open it when you’re alone.”

“Okay…” you shrug, putting the envelope in your purse.

The two of you stand there, silent, avoiding eye contact.

“Fine, open it,” he says.

“What?” you laugh. “I thought you didn’t wanna know?”

“I don’t! I don’t. But-but you should know. Open it.”

You roll your eyes at him and take the envelope out of your bag, breaking the seal, flipping it open and showing absolutely no emotion. You rise and fall from the tip of your toes, biting down on your lip.

“Oh, c’mon!” he groans. “What is it? What is it? What is it? Just tell me.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“You positive?”

“[y/n]…” he whines.

You chuckle and turn the paper around to face him and his entire expression goes blank.

“A boy?” he whispers. Followed by, “Oh, my god, a boy!” Then, “A boy?” Finally, “A boy…”

You giggle and nod, “A boy.”

Halloween falls on a work day, after which you immediately come home to take a nap. You awake to find missed calls and texts from Matthew, the last of which reads: I’m coming over. You see this just before he rings your doorbell.

You answer and flinch, caught off guard by his costume. His makeup, the whole thing. “Oh…” you say. “You did say you were weird about Halloween.”

“Um, I don’t know if weird is the word I used but…here! For you,” he hands you a bag full of candy and you laugh, taking it from him.

“Thank you.”

“And…also, for you,” and he hands you a pumpkin.

“Oh! Thanks?”

“It’s the exact same weight as the baby. Weighed it myself.”

And your heart just kind of melts. “Aw…that’s so cute…” you hold the thing in your hands and look down at it. “Wow, what? No fucking way that’s in there.” you say in disbelief, holding the pumpkin level with your belly.

The two of you burst into laughter and Matthew sighs, happily exclaming, “Yeah, that’s him.”

November | 22 Weeks

Before your next appointment, Matthew calls you to ask if you’ll spend Thanksgiving with him in Vegas.

“Y’know, I told my family and-and they were…y’know shocked. But, they wanna meet you. I’m sure you already have plans but if you don’t…I’d really love it if you came with me.”

You sit in silence for a second. “I…I don’t have plans. I’ll go.”

“Really?”

“Oh, did you…want me to say no?”

“No,” he laughs. “No. I just thought you would. Um, well, okay, cool! Cool. I’ll book the flight.”

“Okay. Cool.”

Matthew meets you at your place the day before Thanksgiving, greeting you with a hug and a kiss on your belly. “Hey, you ready?”

“Yeah…” you grumble. “I’m all packed, just tired.”

“Want me to carry you?”

“Ha…ha…no, thanks.”

“I’m so dead serious. I’ve been lifting weights, gotta train to carry a baby around.”

“I’m telling you, this fucker is heavy.”

He laughs, “Yeah, he looks it already. Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Um…” you sigh. “Can you just carry my bags?”

“[y/n].” He looks you in the eye. “I was going to do that anyway.”

You get sick on the plane and the flight attendant gives you ice to chew and a cold rag for your forehead. Matthew is constantly rubbing your leg and fanning you with the safety booklet.

“Ugh, I’m so sorry. What can I do?” he asks.

“Will you be the pregnant one for a little bit?”

“Yes, if that’s what you need.”

His face is serious and you can’t help but laugh, “Fuck you.”

As you drive through the desert, you have to keep your eyes closed to feel peace. You only open them when the car slows down and you arrive at the house.

“Oh, by the way,” Matthew says as he shuts the car off. “My family thinks we’re together. Like dating.”

Your eyes goes wide and you shoot up in your seat, “What? What?” you yell.

“Look, look, I’m sorry! I didn’t know what else to say!”

“Uh, how about I got a little too drunk and horny on a Friday night and put a baby in someone? You don’t lie! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I…ugh! I’m sorry. I know, I know. I will tell them the truth, but not right now. [y/n], please.”

“No.”

“[y/n]…”

“No. Fuck you! How could you wait until we get here to tell me that bullshit? You’re insane!”

“Okay. Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry, let’s just, please go inside and I will fix it.”

“No.”

“What?”

“I don’t wanna go inside now. You pissed me off.”

“Oh, my…” he huffs. “[y/n], please.”

“No!” you cross your arms. “I’m staying in the car.”

Just then, his mom comes rushing out the house, waving to you both from the front door and you have to put on a smile very quickly.

“I will tell them,” he whispers.

“Oh, you fucking better,” you sneer, still smiling. “Or I will.”

You play along as you’re introduced to everyone. You tell them about yourself. You show them the most recent ultrasound, you pig out on all the food just laying around and somehow, along the way, you forget why you were mad.

Until you retire to bed and they have you and Matthew set up in one room. Then, you are pissed all, over, again.

You rush into the shower to avoid him and when you come back out, he’s laying in the bed.

“Hi,” he smiles nervously.

“Fuck you.”

“Okay.”

“Did you tell them?”

“No. I’m sorry. I will.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Matthew.”

“[y/n]-“

“Matthew!”

“Okay. Okay. I’ll tell them now.”

“Yeah.”

Still, he lays there. “I…I pulled out your maternity pillow. All ready for you.”

“Get out the damn bed,” you grumble and he’s up before you lay down. And worse, he just stands there.

You roll over from your side, looking at him. He’s looking at you and his face pisses you off so you shout, “Matthew!”

“Okay!” and he leaves the room.

He comes back in after you’ve fallen asleep but still, half awake, you ask, “Did you tell them?” and you don’t even question it when he lays beside you, cradles you in his arms.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Good.”

And you fall asleep just like that.

Thanksgiving goes well, despite the recent news. You practically clear the table yourself because you’re eating for two and one of you is much greedier than the other. You meet Matthew’s dad, who spends the entire evening lulling you into security just to later pull the two of you into a separate room.

Here, the conversation gets legal. And while you were not expecting it, you’re grateful. You hadn’t thought of any of this. Custody, exchange schedules, schools, primary addresses, out-of-state trips. All of it.

His dad finally asks, “And what last name will the baby be taking?”

You say, “[y/l/n],” as Matthew says, “Oh, Gubler, for sure.” And the two of you just slowly turn to look at each other.

“Oh…” he dad says. “You two should probably discuss.”

That discussion lasts well into the night. Through the drive to the airport. Through the flight.

By the time you land, you’ve compromised. You’ll hyphenate.

December | 26 Weeks

Your next appointment is just over a week before Christmas. Matthew agrees then to spend Christmas Eve with you. Your family comes into New York just to keep you from flying yourself. When they arrive, your home is cluttered with boxes and pieces of the crib and a dismantled bassinet and bottles and boxes of diapers and wipes. Your baby shower was a huge success. You and baby boy want for nothing. But you’re big, you’re stressed, you’re aching and you can’t stop crying.

“Baby, let us put the nursery together for you,” you mom suggests.

“No. No, we’ll do it. It’s fine. I want to do it.”

“Okay. Speaking of, is your baby daddy gonna be here any time soon?”

“Yeah, he’s on the way.”

And as if on queue, Matthew walks in and everyone exclaims, “Hey! Baby daddy!”

Your sibling walks up to him immediately and says, “Love Criminal Minds, dude,” and you put your face in your hands.

Matthew gets everything stuffed into the nursery just for now so there’s more space for everyone to move around. He helps your mom with dinner and he doesn’t mind when they poke and prode into his life.

“So, baby daddy, what part of New York are you in?”

“So, baby daddy, is this your first kid?”

“So, baby daddy, do you think you might propose to [y/n] someday?”

“Baby daddy, what’s your net worth?”

And this is not an exaggeration. By the end of the night, he responds to baby daddy like it’s his actual government name and he confesses to you that it makes him uncomfortable.

Standing on your balcony, he wraps a blanket around you and rubs your shoulders, “Y’know, I understand the terminology, definitely. But…damn.”

You cackle, “Well..you are my baby daddy. We’re having a baby together, but were not together, but we have sex sometimes. It fits. Hey, I’m your baby mama!”

“Aw, well…” he sighs. “Thats sweet.” And he grins at you as you burst into laughter.

Your family leaves to stay at a hotel and Matthew stays to make sure you’re okay. You’re pretty fucking exhausted to be honest. So he tucks you into bed and runs his hand over your hair, “You need anything?”

“No. Just sleep.”

“Okay,” he touches your belly. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

When you wake up in the morning, your first thought is that you need to eat. You remember some sugar cookies that your mom had brought by last night and you decide to have them for breakfast. You walk to the kitchen and passing by the nursery, you almost don’t notice. Then, you stop in your tracks, tilt your head and walk backwards.

It’s done.

It’s done!

The crib is built, the dresser and changing table are assembled, the mobile’s up and running, the rocking chair is in the corner. Even the wall art you picked out is hanging up.

“Wh-what…” you stutter and then you march to the living room where Matthew is passed out on the couch. “Matthew!” you shout. Still, he doesn’t wake. So you rush over and shake him, going, “Matthew! Matthew!” and he jolts awake.

“What?” he takes hold of your hands. “What? Are you okay? Are you alright?”

“Yes. What…what the hell did you do?”

“What do you mean?” he rasps. “Oh…the nursery? Do you like it?”

“Do I…” you cut yourself off and run back to the nursery, where you wander around the room unable to focus your attention on just one thing.

Matthew follows behind you and watches you from the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. “Well?”

“It’s…” you gleam. “Exactly like my pinterest board.”

“Of course it’s exactly like your pinterest board, I’m not insane!” he laughs.

You feel this peace wash over you and you hug your baby bump as you breathe out a slow exhale. You turn to him with a smile and he thinks you’re running to give him a hug. So when you all but tackle him, take him a kiss, push him to the floor, tear off his clothes, it all happens so fast.

When it’s over, you have no bottoms on and your head is laying on his chest. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I should probably stop attacking you like that.”

He chuckles, “No. Don’t. I don’t mind.”

January | 30 Weeks

Your appointments are every two weeks now. This is the time you expected Matthew to miss at least one, but he never does. He’s always there. Even when he’s not with you, he’s always there.

When your insomnia is at its very worst, he facetimes you in the middle of the night.

“Hey,” he smiles at the screen. “I knew you’d be up.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Insomnia still kicking your ass?”

“Every night this past week.”

“Ugh, I’m sorry, honey,” he frowns. “But since you’re up, I thought we could talk baby names?”

“Oh,” you say. You had forgotten about that. “Oh…right…names.”

“I know, we kinda dropped the ball on that one,” he laughs. “Now, it’s kinda a Gubler tradition that all the boys have the middle name Gray. Y’know, alliteration and all.”

“Oh..that’s…” Boring, you think. “Unoriginal. Can we compromise?”

“Well, I’m already compromising with the hypenating so I don’t know.”

“Oh, good g-“ you roll your eyes. “Sir, you hyphenated like 7 months ago, let it go.” And he lets it go. You add, “I like the name Lincoln. Link.”

“Ooh, no. He used to bully me in school. What about Silas?”

“Yeah, cause he’s a vampire? Veto. I like Noah.”

“Cause he’s building an arc? Veto!”

“Ugh.”

“What about Simon? Y’know I voiced him in the movie.”

You roll your eyes, again. “Yes. We know. Veto.”

Silence falls over the call as you both rack your brains for another suggestion. And like a domino, it naturally falls into your mind, “Theodore?” you shrug.

Matthew smiles, “Teddy?”

“Aw!” you squeal. “Teddy Gray…” you say aloud and then a tear falls from your eye and then you’re full blown sobbing in front of the camera. “Teddy Gray, that’s it. That’s his name.”

And Matthew is freaked out because he’s never seen you cry before. Ever. Not at the doctor, not in the nursery, he’s never had the pleasure of meeting your hormones face to face quite like this. “Yeah…” he chokes out a sob. “That’s it,” he wipes his eyes. “Fuck, why am I crying?”

“Oh, why would you be, you fucking freak?” you shout and he thinks it’s the funniest thing you’ve ever said.

Suddenly, your doorbell rings and it silences you, scares you. “What the fuck?” you whisper. “Is that you?”

“Nope. I had something delivered.”

“What? Right now?”

“Just a little cinnamon roll and a milkshake, but I can tell them to leave if you don’t want it?”

“Oh, my god,” you rush out of bed and immediately waddle to the door, “You’re amazing. I wanna have your baby.”

February | 34 Weeks

Your customized pillows and blankets have come in the mail. They all say Teddy and his baby book says it too. It is perfect. It’s your son. At your last appointment, he weighed about 7 pounds and you certainly feel every ounce weighing you down.

But for Teddy, it’s worth it.

For now, you’re still going to work and taking an afternoon nap for survival. Matthew jokes all the time that you can quit your job whenever you’d like. That he can take care of you both, just say the word. That was never the deal, but you appreciate it.

When you arrive home on Valentine’s Day, you’re just getting settled when your doorbell rings. You look through the peep hole and the delivery man is holding the largest vase of roses you’ve ever seen.

“Hi,” he greets you. “[y/n] [y/l/n]?”

“Yes,” you nod and take the roses in your arms. “Thank you.”

He hands you a tiny bag and you carry everything inside, setting them down on the table.

“One more thing,” he tells you and when you turn around, it is a teeny, tiny vase of snipped roses. The vase is personalized with the name Teddy.

“Aw,” you want to cry but you can’t do it in front of this random man. So only when he leaves, you let the tears fall and you set Teddy’s vase near in the window in his room. You leave your flowers on the living room table and take a small jewelry box out of the bag. Inside, are the most gorgeous pair of ruby pendant earrings and you audibly gasp.

The card accompanying it all reads: Sorry I can’t be with you and Teddy today, but I’m thinking about you both. I’m always thinking about you.

Happy Valentine’s Day, baby mama!!

March | 37 Weeks

“Any day now, [y/n],” your doctor beams, rolling the wand around on your belly. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” you nod. “Excited. Scared. I didn’t give it much thought about how I was gonna get him out of there.”

Her and Matthew laugh, Matthew holding your hand like it’s No Big Deal.

“You’re gonna do great. You’re right on track for your due date, but it’s possible you’ll start feeling some contractions in the next week or two. If you notice them coming really close together or your water breaks, I want you to put that birthing plan in motion, okay?”

“Okay,” you and Matthew say in unison. It would’ve annoyed you before. Now you just smile at him because you think it’s cute.

Matthew escorts you back home and he’s hoping you’ll settle in and maybe rest. You don’t. You end up in the nursery, walking around like maniac. There is absolutely nothing to do. Nothing to move. Nothing to fix. Still, your brain tells you there must be something.

“Honey, honey,” he calls, taking you by the hand and guiding you to the couch. “Come lay down, please. Everything is all set.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” he laughs. “You’re just nesting, I read about it online.”

“Oh, you and your baby google.”

“There really is so much out there!”

You roll your eyes, smiling as he covers you with a blanket. “You still going to Vegas this weekend? For your birthday?”

“Oh, no. No, I think I’m just gonna stay in New York.”

“What? Why? I thought your mom was planning a whole thing for you? You can’t miss it.”

“Well, I don’t wanna miss Teddy coming either. I don’t wanna leave you alone like that. The doctor said any day now.”

“Yeah, but, she also said it could be well over another week before I start contracting.”

He sighs, visibly anxious.

“Hey, look,” you pull him into your arms. “I appreciate you wanting to be here, I really do, but I want you to enjoy your birthday and I highly, highly doubt this kid is planning on escaping any time soon. Plus, my friend will be here if anything happens so, just, go, baby daddy, we’ll be fine.”

He sighs, “Fine. But you’ll call me if anything happens?”

“I will call you.”

“Immediately?”

“Immediately!”

“Okay.”

“Fine.”

March 9 | 37 Weeks and 6 Days

The eve of Matthew’s birthday, you get roughly four hours of sleep. You rise with the sun and sit in Teddy’s room, folding his clothes, piling them in his dresser.

You friend wanders in, having just woken up herself and she sighs, “What the hell are you doing, crazy lady?”

“Nothing.”

“This nursery looks like it’s straight out of Architectural Digest. There’s nothing else to do, why don’t you go lay down?”

“Why is everyone always wanting me to lay down?”

“Because you’re carrying a human maybe? Duh?”

“I’m fine. I feel fine. I need to check on the bottles and make sure I have the right sized nipples because I’m not sure…”

“[y/n], you have all the nipples in the world. The ones, the twos, the threes, the ones on your tits. It’s fine!”

“I’m just checking!” And as you step towards the kitchen, you suddenly stop in your tracks, grab onto your crotch in shock.

“[y/n]?” you friend rushes to your side. “What’s wrong?”

“I-I…I, um, I think I just pissed myself?”

“Wh-what? Pissed yourself or did your water break?”

You look up at her in fear, “Oh my god.”

“I’ll get the hospital bag.”

“Oh my god.”

“Get some pants and shoes on, dude!”

“Oh my god,” you repeat. “I-I have to call Matthew.”

So you do. You do. Just in the knick of fucking time, your name pops up on his phone and he quickly grabs his luggage and sprints off the plane that was doomed to take off any second.

When he arrives at the hospital, he bursts into the room at full speed, thinking he’s already missed everything. Thinking it’s over. He finds you bouncing on a birthing ball and you grin at him.

“Hi, baby daddy!” you huff. “Happy birthday!”

“Hi! Hi…” he walks up to you, takes your hands in his although you do not stop bouncing. He kisses the top of your head, “Are you okay? How far along are you?”

“Three centimeters,” you pant. “And I am not getting off of this ball until it’s 10!”

“Okay, well, you have to take a break at some point. Do you need some water?”

“Nope! Just need to bounce.”

You last, maybe, five more minutes and then you need to lay down. Except you can’t. Because your contractions are ridiculous and you can never get comfortable and you end up on all fours in the bed, crying and groaning.

And three hours later, you are only 5 centimeters dilated.

Matthew lays in the bed beside you, patting your face with a rag, feeling absolutely useless. “What can I do, [y/n]? Tell me what to do.”

You cry and squeeze his hand until this contraction passes. You pant, “Y-y’know…I’ve heard sometimes…when a baby won’t come out…p-people….sometimes…”

“What? What do they do?”

“They…y’know…”

He is still confused.

“Like!” you shout in frustration. “Like, what gets the baby in also gets the baby out!”

It clicks, “Oh!” he exclaims. “Oh. Will that…will that hurt him?”

“I don’t think so,” you shake your head. “But he’ll sure as shit get the message.”

And so, two fingers, ten minutes and six big pushes later, Theodore Gray [y/l/n]-Gubler is born. He weighs eight pounds, five ounces but he feels so heavy in your arms.

Finally in your arms.

Matthew, like a big baby himself, can’t stop crying. Can’t stop looking at him. Can’t stop kissing your face, “Look at him! He’s beautiful! You did it! Oh, my god, [y/n]! Look what you did!”

Teddy is truly the best birthday gift Matthew has ever gotten.

Two days later, you’re discharged from the hospital. Matthew arranged for a car to drive you home and he installs the car seat himself. He pushes you out in a wheelchair, despite your frequent protests, and gets Teddy buckled in. He then helps you and into the car before sliding in on the opposite side of the car seat.

You cover Teddy with his blanket and touch your fingertips to his face. He’s fast asleep, but this little grin forms on his face and the two of you chuckle.

“Hey,” you coo to him. “Hey, mister man, what are you doing? Huh? You…really don’t look a thing like me.”

Matthew cackles, “Yeah. Yeah, that seems to be the general consensus.”

He follows behind you with the car seat as you unlock your front door and lead them inside.

“Should we…I mean, do we just let him sleep?” he asks you.

“Until he’s hungry, yeah,” you nod, taking Teddy from his carrier. “Oh, hi…” you whisper to him. “Hi, mister man, you wanna lay in your bed? Hm?”

You place him in his crib and he doesn’t make a sound. Doesn’t make a move. Matthew plops down on the floor, legs crisscrossed and you sit right beside him.

“He’s so fucking cool,” he tells you.

You giggle, “The coolest.”

The two of you could stare at him all day. You will.

“Is it still okay if spend the night?” he asks.

You look up at him with a smile, “Yes, we’d like that very much,” and you put your head on his shoulder.

His kisses your forehead softly, saying, “Cool.”

#mine #babydaddy!matthew #matthew gray gubler smut #matthew gray gubler fluff

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lyth-ena · 4 months

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Daddy don't..someone will walk in...

"baby..your pussys dripping on my fingers.."

Daddy played with my cl!t and every now and then,dipped and with drew his finger

Daddy stop it...

I don't bother prying his hands away..

One on my pussy and the other playing with my nipples.

"push back onto me babygirl..just like that.."

Daddy was hard,grinding against my ass

"princess I can't help it...I promise I'll make it feel better.."

He slipped my skirt up,and held one leg up

He tried to be slow,

"babygirl...I'm sorry.."

I knew he wasn't really sorry,

Daddy buried himself to the hilt,

Daddy it hurts!stop it!take it out!

"baby,sshh,I'll make it go away I promise.."

He felt so good,

I clenched around him..

He pulled out to the tip and slammed back into me

"Babygirl your pussy is squeezing me,is his what you wanted,hm?an older man t taken are of this little pussy..?"

I whine out a response,trying to push further onto him.

"such a greedy girl,trying to take all of my cock.."

My belly felt warm,

My body felt like it was going to explode

Daddy...my part feels weird..my body is to hot..

"I know baby,cum for me,Kay?Cum on my cock, babygirl."

My body felt like it snapped,my body arched,

Daddy had to cover my mouth so no one else could hear me.

"Such a good girl,now just lay there and take it for me princess."

Daddy kept going,

Even after I fell asleep

My pussy was so sore in the morning,

He was talking to my dad like nothing happened..

Was I dreaming..?

#fr33use #older daddy #daddi dd lg #mind corruption #cnc k!nk #dd lg babygirl

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littlemissmentallyunstable · 1 month

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title: bad dream

pairing: kai azer x paedyn gray x (oc) daughter

synopsis: kai and paedyn’s daughter has a nightmare

warnings:

a/n: their daughter’s name is Avena (like Ava and Adena’s names smushed together, don’t judge I didn’t know what else to name their child 😭😭)

tag list: @heartwithsimplenotes @lxvebelle @whatsamongus @zaraaaabear @tornqdowarnings @emelia07 @xoxo-vee

Kai Azer had always been a light sleeper but it’d gotten worse since Avena was born, he was always alert, always on edge, never too relaxed in fear she might need protection. His insomniac tendencies had also progressed a lot more than he intended them to. So he often found himself envious of his wife who could sleep like the dead. This particular night Kai was wide awake and sat up in his shared bed. Paedyn was in her deep coma-like sleep, snoring soundly. Kai couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle at his wife as he silently stroked her silver hair, softly playing with a few strands. He had a million and one things on his mind, none of which were actually sleeping.

Cutting him out of every single thought was a sound that smashed his heart into smithereens and shot panic through his every pore. It was the scream of his daughter. Within milliseconds he was up and out of bed, sprinting. He rushed into Avena’s room and knelt by the side of her bed, scooping her into his arms. She was still thrashing around, her screams died down to a dull whimper as her small fingers clung onto the fabric of his shirt for dear life.

“Hey, hey,” he murmured, “shhhhh shhhhh shhhhh, I’ve got you baby.”

She hyperventilated into his chest, then entirety of her tiny body shaking in his arms.

“What’s wrong?” he asked quickly, brushing the hair stuck to her sweaty forehead out of her face.

Big blue eyes, the ones he’d fallen in love with once upon a time, filled to the brim with large tears stared back up at him. Avena began to cry. Bulbous teardrops rolled down her cheruibic cheeks, streaking salty water down her face.

“There was a man and he took me and he said I couldn’t come back to you and mommy ever again,” she sobbed, red faced.

“Slow down Avena,” he soothed, “take a deep breath with me okay?”

She nodded and mirrored her dad as he inhaled and exhaled.

“The pictures in my head,” she told him, “when I sleep.”

“Your dreams?” he asked gently.

She nodded, “but it was a bad one.”

“You had a nightmare?”

“Mhmm,” she said, her bottom lip wobbling, “and you and mommy couldn’t save me.”

His heart clenched in his chest. He knew he wanted to destroy whatever had made her feel this way but he also knew that was impossible.

“Oh Avena,” he whispered, bringing her close to him, “you know that your nightmares aren’t real right? They’re just made up in your had. And me and mommy will always be able to save you.”

“You promise?” she asked, her voice so soft it could melt butter.

“I promise,” he nodded, kissing her forehead.

Avena stared up at him, doe-eyed, “but it felt really real daddy.”

“I know but I promise you baby,” Kai told her firmly, “it wasn’t.”

“I want mommy,” she whimpered, chewing the sleeves of her night shirt.

“I know sweetie,” Kai sighed, gently taking the soggy fabric from her mouth and rolling her sleeve over, “but mommy’s sleeping.”

“Oh,” she replied, pouting her rosy pink lips slightly.

“Let me tell you a secret, you ready Ave?” he whispered with a grin, in attempts to cheer her up.

She looked up, eye widened with a spark of excitement, “yeah!”

Kai adored that look in her eyes, it made a sense of warmth spread across the left side of his chest. He leant in closer to her and pressed his mouth up to her ear.

“Mommy’s snoring,” he murmured.

She giggled, “really?”

“Yep,” he nodded, “I think if we listen quietly enough now I think we’ll able to hear her.”

Avena brought one of her little fingers to her lips and pressed it gently on them. They waited in silence until suddenly there comes the sound of Paedyn’s soft snoring. Avena looked up at Kai.

“Mommy’s snoring!” she laughed.

“You see what I have to put up with now?” he asked jokingly.

“Poor you daddy,” she grinned in reply.

“Are you going to try and go back to sleep now?” Kai murmured gently, putting his daughter back down into her bed and tucking her in.

“I’m scared,” Avena said quietly.

“Why?”

“I don’t want to nightmares to come back,” she replied, grabbing her teddy bear and squeezing it tightly to her chest.

“I don’t think they will,” Kai reassured her, running his fingers through her silver hair, just like he had previously been doing to Paedyn, “but if they do, me and mommy are right next door and you can just come and get us right away, okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded, snuggling back under the covers, “can you look under my bed?”

“Why baby?” he asked.

“Because there might be monsters be under there,” she said, her voice low and cautious, laced with fear.

“I don’t think there are any,” he told her softly,

“Please look,” she begged, “you can scare them away.”

“What makes you think they’ll be scared of me Ave?” he said.

“Because you have a sword,” she explained.

Kai chuckled a little before bending down and looking under his daughter’s bed. Of course there was nothing but her pair of ballet flats there.

“There’s nothing there Avena,” he called up, “only your ballet shoes.”

“Are you sure?” she asked incredulously.

“Sure,” he confirmed, suppressing a smile.

“Sure, sure?” she double checked.

“Sure sure sure sure sure,” he winked, tickling her belly.

She giggled, her smile lighting up Kai from the inside out “okay, I believe you.”

“You feeling a little better now?” he asked.

“Yes but…” she hesitated, “daddy?”

“Yes,” he replied.

“Will you stay here, until I fall asleep?” she asked him with a small yawn.

The question yanked Kai’s heartstrings, the sudden harsh tug taking him off guard. Something about her little voice asking that question, almost had him choked up. But he suppressed whatever it made him feel for the moment and sat down right beside her bed.

“Of course baby,” he said, “I’ll stay here all night if you need me to.”

Avena yawned again. He took the tip of his pinky finger and guided it gently down her nose a few times. Avena’s eyes fluttered shut within moments and her breathing grew heavier. She was sound asleep, just like her momma, minus the snoring. Kai still remained sat at her bedside, something in him not quite allowing him to leave. Avena was breathing soundly, normally, there was even a smile on her face and yet worry was built up in his chest. He wished he could take all her nightmares and murder them with his famous ‘scary’ sword.

“What’s going on?” a new voice yawned.

Kai looked up to see his wife stood in the doorway arms folded. Her hair was slightly messed up and she had sleepy dust in her eyes and yet still to Kai she looked like the most beautiful being he’d ever laid eyes on.

“Is she okay?” Paedyn gestured to Avena, anxiety in her voice, as Kai approached her.

“Nightmare,” Kai explained with a soft sigh.

Paedyn’s face morphed into a mixture of worry and concern, as she paled. She suddenly felt awfully guilty for sleeping through all of this

“Don’t panic, I think she’s alright now,” Kai soothed wrapping an arm around her, “we’ve established there’s no monsters under her bed.”

“Oh my baby,” she said, with a hand over her heart.

“She’ll be okay, “ he comforted, “let’s go back to sleep.”

“You weren’t asleep,” she criticised him with an eyebrow raised. She said it as a statement, not a question.

“How do you know, you were snoring so loudly the roof nearly came down,” he scoffed.

She stopped in her tracks, taking him by surprise as he followed suit. Paedyn then swiftly whacked his arm. Hard. He fought a wince.

“I don’t snore,” she insisted firmly, arms folded across her chest with a sharp look in her eyes, “and you have dark circles under your eyes that could rival charcoal art work.”

“Ouch darling,” he chuckled, biting his bottom lip.

“Marriage means honesty Prince,” she smiled wistfully, “but seriously Kai, you need to sleep.”

“I know but it’s just hard,” he shrugged in response.

“It’s not going to get easier if you don’t try,” she said.

Kai sighed and guided Paedyn back to their bedroom, pulling her back onto the bed beside him. Kai liked the feeling of his wife in his arms, it made him feel like he was physically protecting her. Not that she needed protecting.

“Kai?” she murmured, shattering the silence.

He hummed a response.

“Was Avena really upset?” she asked, finally getting the weighted question off of her chest.

“There were some tears,“ he admitted, “she told me in her dream we couldn’t save her, I think that’s what made her most upset.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?” Paedyn replied, the guilt seeping back through.

“You were asleep,” Kai said, “you need your sleep.”

“I know but I should’ve been there,” she sighed, playing with her fingers.

“Hey,” he snapped firmly, “stop doing that.”

“What?” she asked.

“Beating yourself up, making yourself feel guilty over nothing,” he said, taking her hands into his.

“It wasn’t nothing,” she bit back fiercely.

“Our baby had a nightmare,” he shrugged, “she’s had them before and she’ll have them again. This time you weren’t right by her side but I was, next time it might be the other way around.”

“Okay,” Paedyn exhaled, getting comfy on his chest.

But Kai knew his wife a little better than that. He knew that answer was just a conversation stopper.

“You’re not convinced ,” he sighed.

“No but I’m too stubborn to see it any other way so you should give up whilst you still have your sanity,” she smiled.

“My sanity?” he laughed, tracing spirals on her arm with his fingertip, “darling that left me the day I first tasted your lips.”

“You’re cute and all but sleep,” she mumbled into his chest, slowly dropping off.

He kissed the top of her head and then rested his cheek there, closing his eyes and attempting to fall into darkness.

“Daddy?”

The small voice jolted him upright. He looked down to see Avena standing beside his bedside table, teddy bear in hand.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“Can I come in yours and mommy’s bed tonight? I can’t sleep,” Avena whispered.

“Of course, come here,” he said as he lifted her into his arms and held her right to his chest, letting her know she was safe.

Paedyn stirred and opened her eyes. She immediately noticed Avena and silently scooped her daughter into her arms and rested on Kai’s chest. Kai watched as both of his worlds fell to deep into sleep in perfect synchronisation. When he heard their soft snores he relaxed a little and finally let his eyes close. And it the most peaceful night of sleep he’d ever had.

a/n: thank you for the request anon!! hope you enjoyed 🤍🤍

powerless masterlist

#paedyn x kai #kai azer #paedyn gray #kaipaedyn #powerless lauren roberts #powerless #powerless fic #reckless lauren roberts #lauren roberts

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jqmalikhsgib · 6 months

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bloom

two

eddie groans as he feels someone tugging on his hair. he tries to keep his eyes closed, hoping that it’s all in his head.

“daddy?!”

eddie opens his eyes and looks to see his only son. his big brown eyes staring right back into eddie’s.

“what’s wrong, peanut?”

aster sniffles. “bad dream, daddy. sleep with you and mommy?”

eddie could never say no to his kids. he lifts his baby boy up and puts him between him and yn. aster cuddles up to his father.

“wanna talk about it, peanut?” eddie asked.

the little boy shakes his head as he puts his thumb in his mouth and falls asleep. eddie and yn are trying to get him to break the habit, but the little boy just looks so innocent and adorable, they’d allow him to get away with murder if they could.

eddie kisses the top of his sons head. he slowly falls back to sleep soon after.

when the sun rises the house becomes hectic! every morning is the same routine. the eldest kids came walking into their parents room, waking both eddie and yn, begging for breakfast, while the youngest starts welling, most likely hungry just as much.

when it’s just yn, wayne and her father come to help the best they can—or eleven depending if she has school or not—when eddie is home, he’d take care of the older kids, making breakfast, while yn takes care of the newborn babies, breast feeding them in the privacy of their room.

“daddy! daddy! daddy! are we having cakes?!” jasmine would scream at the top of her lungs. she has eddie’s personality through and through! she’s loud, adventurous, and playful. she got her mothers looks though—if you ask yn she’d say she’s eddie’s twin—eddie loves his daughter spunk. sometimes they’d get complaints from neighbors, but eddie couldn’t care less!

if his baby girl wanted to loud and obnoxious, goddammit he’s gonna let her be!

“yes, baby!”

jasmine cheers. pancakes are her favorite because she believes it’s actually cake. neither eddie nor yn would correct her. if it got her eating it, it’s a win for the young parents.

eddie chuckles at his daughter. he soon hears someone blabbering as he turns to spot yn holding the twins.

they’re six months today. eddie made a joke about them going to college the other night and yn lost it, tears spilling her eyes over and over. eddie had to comfort her and hold back a laugh.

“how are my favorite twins?” eddie kisses the top of their heads.

poppy and azalea just babble happily. eddie chuckles as he goes back to making breakfast.

when he finished he set the table while him and yn made plates for their kids. yn sets the twins in their bin before the rest of the family sit and eat together.

during the weekend, yn and eddie normally take the kids to the park! with their oldest two, they’ve both got use to going out and playing due to being in preschool and kindergarten.

eddie chases his eldest daughter while yn sits with the younger kids and kept an eye on the others.

aster currently playing in the sandbox, while lunaria and lily play with their toys near yn, and the twins babbles in their stroller.

“mama, daddy caught me!” jasmine yells.

“he did?!” yn pretends to be shocked.

eddie chuckles as he walks closer to you. jasmine sits on your lap and kisses your cheek. she’s always been affectionate! eddie and yn both coo at her.

“you tired, baby?” yn runs her hands through her hair. she’s got eddie curls for sure!

“no.” she yawns soon after.

“we need to head home anyway, dear. uncle stevie and uncle dusty are coming over!”

jasmine loves her uncle steve and dustin! mostly because they give her treats every time they come around.

“really?!”

“yep! so, let’s get your brother and head out, yeah?”

“yeah, mommy! aster, uncle dusty and stevie coming! gotta go home!” jasmine yells to her brother. yn and eddie laugh at how excited she is.

“kay.” aster walks over to his parents. eddie grabs his hand before picking him up.

“wat we havin’ daddy?” aster curious on what’s for dinner as always.

“don’t know, ask mama!”

aster turns to his mom. “hmm, im thinking spaghetti and meatballs!”

“yum, mommy. love spesgettie.” aster states.

“i know you do, baby. come on, let’s get you all in you car seats.”

when they get home, yn starts on dinner. eddie goes outside to take a business call. now that the twins were born, eddie is getting back into focusing on the band!

yn is very excited for what’s to come with corroded coffin! especially the money coming in. yn and eddie did alright, they had to with six kids!

eddie still getting money from the band here and there, but corroded coffin still had a little ways to go before they make big money!

yn was also getting money from her agency. she also gets paid every time she post on instagram. but again, it’s not big money!

yn and eddie are still staying in a three bedroom trailer house. they want to be able to get a bigger home so their kids won’t have to split up to share a room.

plus eddie wants yn to have her dream wedding! it’s what she deserves. the big white princess dress, flowers everywhere, all their friends and family, her perfect wedding!

yn tells him time and time again that didn’t matter. she lets him know she’d marry him near a dumpster if she gets to spend the rest of her life with him! but eddie wants his family to have it all!

yn knows it’s because of how he was raised—before wayne took him in and raised him to be the man he is today—

little eddie suffered so much. with his abusive father and his mom leaving him for dry, he didn’t want his family to suffer like he did! he’d be damned if he didn’t show his kids just how much they meant to him.

yn constantly letting him know he’s nothing like his father! their babies are loved and cared for like no other.

when eddie comes back inside the house, steve and dustin are right behind them.

“uncle stevie!” aster being the first one to spot them.

“aster! how’s my favorite little dude doing?!” steve picks him up.

“had bad dream, uncle stevie.” he pouts.

steve frowns. “oh, no! what happened?”

aster shakes his head as he rest it on steve’s shoulder. steve knew he didn’t wanna talk about it. instead he wanted to be coddled. steve would never deny him cuddles.

“daddy, uncle dusty gave me candy!” jasmine yells

eddie glares at dustin. he told him no candy for them until after dinner. “did he now?”

dustin gives his a cheeky smile. “can daddy see?”

jasmine shows her father the small handful of candy dustin gave her. he grabs them before kissing her forehead. “you know the rules, baby?”

“mhm, din first, then candy!”

eddie hums. “good! dinners almost ready. why don’t we all go wash up, yeah?”

“kay!” steve, eddie, and dustin help the kids wash their hands while yn sets the table. soon everyone sits at the table and enjoy dinner.

eddie and yn put their kids to bed while steve and dustin sit in the living room waiting for them patiently.

when eddie comes back he heads for the fridge, grabs two beers, and one soda. eddie hands one beer to steve and the soda to dustin.

he sits on the couch and turns on the tv. yn comes in view and sits right next to her fiancé. eddie wraps his arms on the back of the couch as yn cuddles up to eddie.

“so, when’s the next big gig man?” steve asked eddie.

“next tuesday! headed to new york city.”

“dude, the big apple? you’re really making it, huh?”

eddie hums as he takes a sip of his beer. yn smiles at him lovingly. “before you know it, corroded coffin will be selling out tickets worldwide!”

eddie laughs. “lets not get ahead of ourselves, baby!”

“you, kiddin’ eds? you’re gonna be a legend! top of the world, dude! bigger than metallica.”

“okay, dustin, now you’re getting ahead of yourself!”

dustin shakes his head. “naw, eds! you’re a star!”

eddie smiles. truth is, he knows the bands making a name of themselves! sooner rather than later they’d have many streams on spotify, apple music, and many buying their cds and more! eddie is one hundred percent prepared for his life to do a complete one eighty.

and everyone else in this god forsaken town could kiss his ass! they all doubted him the moment he came out of the womb. he’s proven them wrong on many things!

they all thought he’d be a criminal, he a good citizen! they all said no one would love him, the smartest most prettiest woman fell for him! they claimed he’d be a shitty father just like his old man, he loves and cherishes all his kids! and they all say he’d stay white trailer trash who’ll amount to nothing, eddie is signed to one of the greatest rock legends out there!

eddie continues to prove everyone who doubts him wrong!

“when you make it big eddie, better not forget us!” steve states.

“oh harrington, i could never forget mister hair himself!” eddie smirks.

a/n

thank you all for the love so far on bloom! really appreciate it <3

taglist is still open. just comment or message me privately

#eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #jqhotchner #jqhotchner masterlist #bloom jqhotchner #rockstar eddie munson #dad!eddie munson x reader #husband eddie munson #modern eddie munson

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itstheoneshot · 1 year

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Kinktober 2023

Last year’s Kinktober was so much fun, and I know I’ve been super inactive this year but here we are again!

Masterlist under the cut, 1 fic a day for 31 days.

I hope y’all are ready for this one.

1: Hair Pulling - Onew

2: Roleplay - Suho

3: Facial - Jiwoong

4: Impact Play - Taeyong

5: Exhibitionism - Jonghyun

6: Age Gap/Power Imbalance - Xiumin

7: Pegging - Zhang Hao

8: Dubcon - San

9: Under the Desk - Key

10: Handcuffs - Chen

11: Medical Play - Taerae

12: Wet Dreams - Hyunjin

13: Breeding/Lactation - Minho

14: Feeding - Seok Matthew

15: Daddy Kink - Chanyeol

16: Role Reversal - Xiaojun

17: Lingerie/Stripping - Taemin

18: Teasing/Brat Taming - Baekhyun

19: Shibari - Ricky

20: Feet - Jaehyun

21: Corruption/Training - Lay

22: Pet Play - Gyuvin

23: Mommy Kink - Kai

24: Gender Swap - Hendery

25: Sixty-Nine - D.O.

26: Mind Control - Zitao

27: Aphrodisiacs - Yeosang

28: Car Sex - Luhan

29: Dollification/Objectification - Yuta

30: Caged - Sehun

31: Aftercare - Hanbin

#kpop kinktober #kinktober masterlist #kinktober #kpop fanfic #kpop #kpop smut #if y’all thought last year was intense… you’re in for a wild ride this time #a couple of these are insane like fucked up btw

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nozunhinged · 9 months

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10 (5) BL Boys I Want Carnally

"If you want to play, consider yourself tagged!" said @ginnymoonbeam and I took that personally.

Hot damn I'm so excited. I don't even know of I'm doing this right but I need these boys in a single post. Also, I only have five (5) bc I'm fairly new to BL dramas but those five I want so carnally they count at least tenfold.

Let's goooooooo!!

1. Boeing (Only Friends) / Mond Tanutchai

I dedicated a whole ass essay to the stuff his character did to me as you can read here. I think thats enough of an explanation as to why he takes the No. 1 spot.

2. Tharn (The Sign) / Babe Tanatat

The things BABE - not Tharn the character - does to me is next level. My infatuation for Mond walked so the one for Babes could run. I almost wanted him to have the top spot although The Sign has only been running since like yesterday. I'm so delulu about him, I regularly need to mentally slap myself and remember that he is a living breathing human being with a life. I'm so glad The Sign is still running.

3. Daou Pittaya

I watched Love In Translation but what got me was Daous buzzcut and his bedroom eyes on Insta. I have a REALLY bad weakness for buzzcut-boys. So no character, just irl attraction here.

4. Prom (Playboyy) / Shell Thakrit

Prom, The Daddy Dom Of My Dreams. Cute, soft, glasses but oh so naughty. You do not want to mess with him. Please show me your leash collection, smother me in aftercare and let all of my switch-dreams come true. Let me use your pretty frame to tie you up. Soothe my bruises with soft kisses. I don't care if you're a (potential) criminal, where do I sign so we can make an appointment for our first session.

5. Fan Zerui (Kiseki: Dear To Me) / Hsu Kai

You have no idea how much I am in need of a gangster who turns into a baby girl just for me. Well I didn't know before until Zerui turned up on my screen and awakened all of this in me.

Bonus

Yai (The Sign) / Gap Jakarin

I may not have the brain capacity to simp for 10 boys but the list wouldn't be complete without at least one (1) gorgeous tiddy holder and the only reason I chose Yai is because he's also funny AF and his GF is so damn hot.

If you see this consider yourself tagged and flood your moots TLs with gorgeous men hehe

#tag game #thai bl #taiwanese bl #only friends #the sign #love in translation #playboyy #kiseki: dear to me

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binniesbobastay · 2 years

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San x fem!reader (blurb-ish)

San insists on cuddling despite the hot day and the two of you not being together... well at least until you both can't ignore the growing tension between the two of you anymore...

A/n: This happened in a dream I had, so enjoy 😵‍💫please don't forget to reblog and comment if you did! Requests are open!

Word count: 1.4k

Genre: Smut (18+ minors DNI), friends to lovers

Song recs: 'Closer' by RM (with Paul Blanco, Mahalia), 'Tread Carefully' by SZA, 'To Be Honest' by KAI

Warnings: Smut, mature content (18+ minors DNI), spitting, daddy kink, cunnilingus, fingering, mature language.

It was inevitable... finding yourself in this position. You're in San's bed after coming back to the dorms with him. You hadn't seen each other in a while since he was so busy with the comeback schedule. So that morning he asked if you could pick him up after his practice and hang out after. You obliged, very happy to see your friend you've known for ages, and even happier to see the time apart didn't change anything between you... and hadn't hindered the growing tension between the two of you.

Only recently, your relationship with San had taken a more flirtatious turn. It started with some comments, then slight touches which turned into ones that linger... then progressed to cuddles and sometimes small kisses. It seemed like every day, the two of you were testing the waters with each other to see how far you could go before one of you would snap.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I really can't do this anymore." You sneak out of San's arms, pushing yourself up off of his bed. You shimmy out of your shorts, all while San has his eyes glued on you. He lets out the famous cat-call whistle, dark hues wandering up your legs.

"Is this for free or..?" He teases.

"Shut up!" You snicker, throwing your bunched-up shorts at his face. He just smirks and tosses them onto the floor when he catches them.

"You act like you aren't half-naked too." You retort, the mattress sinking underneath you as you climb back into bed. You lay your head back on San's bare chest, listening to his heartbeat. Your fingers trace patterns on his damp skin as he plays with your hair. It's in the middle of an unbearable heatwave, yet he insisted you two still cuddle. He told you it would help him relieve some of his stress. You allowed it because the thought made you feel warm inside.

"I know it's miserable, but thanks for doing this," San says, kissing your dewy forehead. You hum in response, burrowing into his chest even further. Even with the sun going down and nighttime creeping around the corner, the heat in the room continued to blaze. San set up two fans in his room and the AC had been set so low that the pipes might freeze... but nothing seemed to help.

At some point in your sleepy state, you had gone back to laying on your back. Your head was now perched on San's shoulder. You would have probably drifted off by now... if it weren't for the way his fingertips were running up and down your thigh. It sent a pulse of arousal to your core every time his hand came up to caress the soft flesh before brushing back down to your knee.

You accidentally let out a small whimper when his hands came a little too close to the lining of your panties. You couldn't tell if he heard or not... but you had the feeling he knew what he was doing. So, when you couldn't take it anymore, you grabbed his hand, spread your legs, and placed it over where you needed him most. You shivered when you felt his chest rumble under the low groan he let out.

"I was wondering when you were gonna do that, needy girl." You squeeze your eyes shut as he begins to rub you through your panties, smirking at the wet patch that had already formed.

"San..." You mutter, breathlessly, turning your head to finally face him. Immediately, he captures your lips in a sloppy, desperate kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth and suddenly he feels like he's everywhere at once. When your hips start to buck into his hand, he moves to be on top of you. He plants a knee in between your legs so that you can continue to grind on him while he kisses you.

"Fuck, baby. I've wanted you naked and under me for so long..." He moans between kisses, taking your bottom lip between his teeth. You become breathless at his bluntness.

"Me too, San. Fuck..." You let your hands explore every inch of his sweaty, toned skin, making all grievances with the heat leave your mind.

He pulls away, only to make quick work of your shirt so that it can join your shorts on his floor. You grind harder on his thigh when you see his eyes darken at the sight of your breasts. Before you know it, he's kissing down your neck, occasionally suckling on the sensitive skin. He makes his way down your chest before sucking on the skin above one of your nipples.

"San! Mmmm..." You whine when he takes the nipple into his mouth while pinching the other one between his fingers. Your hips begin to shudder, and he can tell you're close, so he grabs them to stop you. You whimper at the loss of build-up but immediately fall silent when you realize his broad form is hovering back over yours. He places one more searing hot, open-mouthed kiss against your swollen lips before pulling away again.

"Open..." is all he says, voice deep. You obey, opening your mouth as he lets a string of saliva slide off his tongue so it can gather onto yours. You moan as you swallow, not expecting to be as turned on by it as you were. San continues to look down on you with a devilish look in his eyes.

"Good girl." He praises, leaning into your ear. "Call me daddy for the rest of the night, yeah?" Your eyes widen at his request, but you nod rapidly.

"Let me hear you say it, angel." He commands.

"Yes, daddy." You let out. You can see his chest move as he takes a sharp inhale, completely driven mad by you. Suddenly you're being flipped onto your stomach as you squeak.

San places hot kisses down your back until he gets to your ass.

"Ah!" You yelp, burying your face into the pillow when you feel his teeth bite into your skin. It burns but he quickly soothes it with a kiss. You almost freeze when you feel your panties being slid down your legs. Without warning, San spreads your legs a bit before his tongue dives right into you.

"Daddy! Fuck! Oh god..." You cry out as he starts to fuck his tongue into you fast. The sensation is enough to make you feel like fireworks are going off in every part of your body. Your eyes roll back when the tip of his tongue finds that particular sweet spot within your walls. You feel the familiar buildup begin again, but you just need a little more to get you where you need to be...

"D-daddy, please." You beg, pushing your hips closer to his face. San pulls away, landing a slight smack on your ass.

"What is it, baby? Use those words." He tells you, before putting his tongue back in you.

"M-my clit. P- please daddy..." You mewl as red paints your cheeks.

"Mmm, what a good girl. Sounds so pretty when she tells me what she wants." San almost growls. You cry out when you finally feel his tongue against your sensitive bud of nerves. He flicks it rapidly, before swirling circles around it.

"Daddy, that feels so good..." You arch your back, pressing your ass further into his face.

"Mmm, and you taste amazing, sweetheart." He moans. You can feel his nails sinking into the soft flesh as he continues to lap you up. When he can tell you're close... by the way you clench around nothing... he takes your clit in between his lips and sucks, hard. To finish you off, he takes two fingers and slides them in, thrusting them at a more sensual pace than his tongue was going.

"Oh fuck! Daddy, m'cumming!" You cry out before gushing all over his face. He moans into you, lapping up every bit of your release, not letting one drop go to waste. When you've come down, he flips you back over onto your back. He stares at your ruined pussy, biting his lip.

"You sound so damn pretty, you better sound that good and loud for me when I fuck you..." He tells you. Your eyes then widen in horror.

"B-but the boys..." You says. San chuckes, shaking his head.

"Who cares? If anything, they'll be relieved to see... err, hear... that we're finally together."

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tododeku-or-bust · 8 months

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can we see one for kairos and calix, please? i love learning about your characters!

Dawww, of course you can, boo!!! Thank you for the support!!! Let me get this down for you!

Same idea for Modern AUs!

Name: Kairos

Nickname: Kai, my inspiration, the melody of my heart, my beloved child, my beautiful baby boy

Gender: Male

Star sign: Stubborn Taurus ♉

Personality type: observant, intuitive, snarky, fretful, loving. Cold when he's upset.

Height: 5'5

Orientation: Gay, potentially aro

Nationality/Ethnicity: Afro-Greek (he's just light skinned lmao)

Favorite fruit: Plums! They fit his aesthetic and he likes the taste. He carries them in one of his many pockets.

Favorite season: Winter. He likes to wear layers!

Favorite scent: fresh paint, and the lemony smell of his parents home studio, petrichor

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: coffee; he started drinking it jet black to feel cool, and got into the habit. Part of his "artist aesthetic" vibe. Tbh he likes creamer in it too, for the days he's not feeling so hip (which is most days).

Average hours of sleep: 5-6 (sometimes when he gets caught up in a project, he gets less. Which makes the coffee come in handy)

Dogs or cats: bugs! Kai loves bugs!

Dream trip: Kai wants to play the lute in Venice, on one of the gondolas. It's an admittedly specific goal, but he's always wanted that carefree, bard traveling the streets experience. Without the starving artist portion. Alas 🤣 he also wants to visit museums around the world.

Number of blankets: he's got quite a few hand crocheted and quilted by his mother that he won't ever get rid of.

Random fact: Kairos' hair is vines and leaves in the Hades AU, but in modern AUs, lately I've been imagining his hair as locs, they're just tied back into a bun all the time. I've also pictured it as just fluffy curls, always in the ponytail. He also likes to wear very long, sturdy jean/khaki skirts with lots of additional pockets. It's his outfit of choice, to carry all the random shit he'll have on hand as inspiration.

Name: Calix

Nickname: he actually doesn't have any!

Gender: Male

Star sign: Petty Gemini ♊🤣

Personality type: bold, boisterous, charming, funny. Can be hotheaded and a little mean with his sharp tongue.

Height: 6'0

Orientation: bisexual!!

Nationality/Ethnicity: as of the other day, Turkish!

Favorite fruit: I was gonna say apples, but my phone said peaches. So you know what? Now it's peaches 🤣 Calix do love him some As- *knocked out of my chair*

Favorite season: Summer. They used to go to their horse farm in the countryside during the summer for visits, as well as seeing the rest of his very large family, so he has fond memories of the season

Favorite scent: firewood, Philia's body wash (a coconut/sweet tropical sort of scent)

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: coffee; he and Kai will share tips and brands

Average hours of sleep: 5-6

Dogs or cats: dogs!

Dream trip: to be honest, it's a petty dream of his to sweep Philia off her feet in front of her petty ass Daddy and drive off into the sunset in a convertible. He doesn't care where they go, he just wants to 1) marry Phi and make her happy and 2) see the look on Achilles' face.

Number of blankets: like 2, though he starts buying more when he realizes they make Phi more comfortable

Random fact: Calix is smitten with Phi the first time they meet in every universe. But they always get held back by the classic friends to lovers "I don't know if I can tell you yet because I don't want you to run away", as Philia is always... Well, she's not quite there yet with him. Permanent romance isn't what's most important on her plate. They flirt the entire time, with others and with each other, but Phi takes longer than he does to really come to terms with her emotions for him. He's going to wait, he's going to simp for life. Kai has to see this shit in front of his salad in every universe.

#ask #anon #my OCs #this was a LOT but im very happy

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juniperjellyfish · 2 years

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The ninja as things my friends have said:

Kai: Stop showing me pictures of your cat.

Jay: * shows a picture of his cat * Why? You think she’s hot?

Kai: I’m very turned on by your cat.

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Jay: I’m not gay, just opened minded

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Nya: Fear the gays

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Lloyd: No I'm just playing wordle instead of listening to you horny people

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Kai: You’ll never guess what Skylor called me today!

Cole: Daddy

Kai: No.

Cole: Oh…

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Jay: Kai thinks world hunger is kinky!

Kai: No! Jay does!

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Zane: Oh my gosh! The square root of soon is never

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Cole: JAY HAS A WINCEST FANFIC

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Lloyd: It’s the mailman!

Pixal: That’s fine, he’s hot.

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Jay: I colored this for you

Nya: It’s blank

Jay: *flips the paper over*

Nya: Oh…

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Lloyd: Oh, everyone died? Okay.

Cole: No, I just took a quick nap.

Zane: Did you have good dreams?

Cole: Yeah. I had a dream about garlic bread.

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Nya: I saw Bi-208 and instead of bismuth-208, I read bisexual-208

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Jay: I’m bringing a surprise tomorrow!

Kai: Ooo! What is it?

Cole: A surprise stupid.

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Lloyd: Dunking an Oreo just makes it soggy and then it crumbles inside the milk.

Cole: Hmmm, I guess

Lloyd: It’s facts. I only speak truths.

Zane: And not to mention, dunking can get your finger wet.

Jay: Heh, wet fingers.

Kai: I know another thing that get get your fingers wet 😏

Pixal: Water?

Jay: Water 🥴

Nya: Licking Cheeto dust off?

Jay: 😫

Kai: No, I obviously meant boiling water

#these are all real I promise #lego ninjago #ninjago #lego #Ninjago as things my friends have said #Ninjago Jay #Ninjago Cole #Ninjago Lloyd #Ninjago Nya #Ninjago Kai #Ninjago Zane #Ninjago Skylor #ninjago pixal #Ninjago text post #JJS speaks

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cljordan-imperium · 1 year

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Arthur & Kate (Art & Kay)

Peakys Write A Letter

SUMMARY: While at war, Arthur receives a letter from his wife Kate. He had been home weeks before for a visit and she has not heard from him since, but she has some news to tell him, along with that she misses him dearly. Her letter gives him the fire he needs, and his letter indicates such in return. A/N = I received the amazing letter from @runnning-outof-time from her OC Katherine Shelby (Kate). My apologies for the great delay in responding but I was having trouble channeling Arthur...then one of my OC's took control and said that he identified with Arthur...so I hope that he is right and this is an adequate response. (I'm nervous y'all) I hope I did your wonderful letter justice!

TW = BLOOD/WAR/DEATH

(@runnning-outof-time)

Dearest Arthur,

I hope all is well with you. I hate that I have not heard from you in such a long while, but I understand that these sorts of things will happen when you're out on the front.

Being able to see you last month was like a dream come true. The girls are still reeling from it, and Lottie insists that you need to come home every other week now. I tried to tell her that it doesn't work like that, but she doesn't listen. She won't let me read another bedtime story because 'I don't do it like daddy does'.

Elsie wanted me to tell you that she lost a tooth, her very first tooth, and that she didn't even cry when it fell out. Of course, we couldn't find said tooth because it fell out when she was playing in the garden with Mr. Whiskers. By the way, we have a cat now...Mr. Whiskers kept showing up at our doorstep, so the girls convinced me to take him in. He's a very sweet addition to our household, one that I hope you will take to warmly when you return.

The girls are growing so much each day, so much so that I'm afraid you may not recognize them when you return. And they ask for you at the hardest times; at the times where I also am missing you. They wonder why you can't come back like you did, and why they can't talk to you. I tried to explain it, but I'm afraid that it goes over their heads. Children shouldn't have to understand war. They shouldn't have to worry if their family members will come back or not. It's been so hard to try to keep things positive around them, but with how bleak things have been looking, I'm afraid that my positivity may not last for much longer. Oh Arthur, you don’t know how hard it is for me to keep up the front that all is fine in front of them while I worry for your safety every second of every day.

Anyway, I won't fill the majority of this letter with my sad thoughts. Let me share some good news instead. Polly has managed to take total control of the shop, and she's running things in a way that has allowed us to continue making profits even though many men are out on the frontlines. She actually wanted me to ask you: how would you feel if she and I continued with our idea of hosting a special for women on certain race days? I know Tommy has his ideas of how the family business should be run, but you're the oldest and therefore have the power to make this decision. I feel as though this would continue to help Small Heath as a whole.

The nights are much quieter now with you and the boys being gone. Although at times quieter is better, I do miss the nights where we'd all stay up and share stories, and the nights we'd go out and camp under the stars. Oh, how much simpler those times were compared to the life we're living now.

I don't have much room left on the page, so I'll wrap this up with a few more, quick things. First, Elsie and Lottie have asked me to enclose some of their 'most favorite' drawings in this letter for you. It excites me to think that they're taking after you with their artistic talents. Second, I'm thinking of changing my hairstyle up...you may not even recognize me when you come home again. Lastly, along with Mr. Whiskers (who will not be leaving no matter what), how would you feel about us raising chickens?

I hope to hear from you soon, Art. Please be safe.

Sending all of my love until I can see you again,

Yours Always,

Kate Shelby

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(me)

My Dearest and Darling Kay,

How the pictures from the children did make me long to feel the warmth of your arms and to hear the sound of their laughter as they played in the yard. Such comforts are far from where they boys and I are though. While we are presently safe, the nights are cold and the sounds are never as melodious as your voice or the rhymes the children make to entertain themselves.

Do not fret, for this shall end and the life we once knew will return. I can feel it in my bones as surely as I know that Tommy will always find trouble no matter where he shall be and Polly will be the strongest person any of us know. As I said Tommy makes trouble and Polly is strong, but she is also smart. If she is making a profit, I see no reason to change things when we return. My darling, I am proud of you, so proud my heart swells that you two have done so well. I cannot wait to stand beside you and back you. I hope you can feel my love surround you as you work. Tell Polly that I’ll deal with Tommy if he has something to say, and we all know the bastard will.

Of course Elsie could find her tooth. The Tooth Fairie already captured it and brought it over to me here on the frontlines. She wanted me to have something so special since I can’t be there to see it. And she wanted me to send this coin for it, it was too heavy for her to carry all the way back over here from France. You see, during war, sometimes the Tooth Fairie has to make special trips and have couriers. But she can’t tell anyone, it’s a secret. The Tooth Faerie is a spy for the British to bring me home sooner.

I am sorry I have not written sooner, since my visit my heart has ached so. I have seen the you and the girls when my eyes have closed, your voices seeming to call to me in my dreams, but I awake afresh in this hell around me. The mud and blood causing my thoughts to be dark and I did not want to burden your bright and beautiful soul with the thoughts of this tortured man that loves you more than my own life. I would start to put thoughts to paper and I could not put upon you the darkness I have felt, I could not dim you in that way, my bright and shining Northern Star that guides me through this dark time as we fight. I will come home to you, we can raise cats and chickens, goat and cows if you want. I do not care how you do your hair, if you even do it at all. As long as that smile that you had when I was last home, that one that graced your angelic face when I surprised you, that one of utter adoration; if that one is upon your lips, then I do not care if the rest of the Earth falls to ruin, Kay, as long as there is you.

So you tell those girls that John, Tommy, and I will be home soon. You get with Penny and you make sure you are all ready. Because we will win this war, Kay, we will. We have to. We’ve lost too many to give up and come home like dogs with our tails between our legs. I have to believe this to keep the darkness that haunts my heart at bay. We will come home and when we do we will have a party like Small Heath has never seen, we can stay up till dawn and not give a fuck who cares. I will come home to you Kay, if I have to kill the devil himself to do it.

So, you do up that hair how you want. You buy a nice dress. And you know I am coming.

Art

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thelucidityofdeath · 1 year

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welcome. . .

“ YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME NOW, AND YOU’RE NOT SO BIG! ”

my name is lucid. i’m a fanfiction writer, general writer, poetry writer, and other various things. here, i will be posting fanfiction and other oc content.

I. things i WILL NOT write:

cnc/rape/sa

fanfiction of real people

ddlg/age play

pet play

pedophilia/necrophilia/zoophilia

incest/self-cest

fanfiction or smut involving minors. no i will not be aging anybody up or down.

omegaverse

mpreg

piss/blood/scat kink

knife play

teacher x student aus

yandere aus

high school aus (aside from teacher x teacher)

cheating/infidelity

dubious consent/dubcon

anything that would be labeled as “dead dove” shit

stories that are more than one part (this stuff will go on ao3 or some other platform!)

II. things i WILL write:

fluff

smut/lemon/lime

angst

self-harm/eating disorder comfort stories

bdsm (to some degree)

vanilla sex

threesomes/foursomes/orgies

headcanons and one-shots

overstimulation

bondage

cream pies/squirting

breeding kink

mommy/daddy kink

polyamorous relationships

lesbian/gay sex

ships between characters that are LEGAL and NON-PROBLEMATIC

oc x character

platonic fanfiction

satirical/joke fanfiction

III. fandoms/characters i WILL NOT write for (the ones with * beside them are ones i will write platonic only fanfic for!):

dsmp. this includes the characters.

killing stalking

irl serial killers (i cannot believe i have to say this)

stranger things

the twilight saga

yarichin bitch club

danganronpa

ouran high school host club

the mandela catalogue *

the children in south park *

the students in harry potter *

pokémon

amanda the adventurer

puss in boots/shrek *

the karate kid *

the outsiders *

mean girls *

doki doki literature club *

five nights are freddy’s *

IV. fandoms/characters i WILL write for:

the lorax (primarily the onceler)

genshin impact (likely nobody from fontaine!! i haven’t played it yet)

south park adults

ghost (the band. only the papas/sister imperator for now because i’m not too familiar with all the ghouls yet!)

edward scissorhands

cobra kai

jojo’s bizarre adventure

breaking bad (not better call saul yet because i haven’t watched it but i will update this in the future when i do watch it!)

9-1-1

bojack horseman (except for bojack and mr. peanutbutter)

inanimate insanity

battle for dream island/bfb

the umbrella academy (except for allison and five as i don’t feel comfortable writing for them!)

cookie run kingdom

the markiplier cinematic universe

jujutsu kaisen

if i think of any other things, i will update this! sorry that it’s long!

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warmaidensrevenge · 1 year

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This is us.

Papa!Eddie x Fem!plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

A/N: Hey y'all. So it's been a minute. But I am back. And I brought with me my conclusion of Papa Eddie fic. This has been such a pleasure to write. And I'm happy to end it here. I hope all of you who have waited for this love it as much as I did. Thanks for reading. As always feedback is greatly appreciated and asks/ comments are always welcomed. Kay love ya bye.

I do not give permission for this to be published anywhere else. Please respect all creators.

Word count : 2,768

Warnings: 18+ language, sexual implications/situations, fluff and not proof read.

Summary: Life goes on. But oh what a good life it will be.

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After that night you started seeing a therapist to help deal with your postpartum. You got prescripted a new medication to help with it. Keeping in mind the side effects. You went to group therapies with Eddie. Being filled with information that's helped. You didn't understand why you were this way and it was very traumatic. But with Eddie by your side you started getting better. As weeks went by you started seeing Lilly differently. She was incredibly beautiful. And she was very calm. Eddie was so happy seeing you bond with her. And nights got better. He would wake up to you in bed now. Which was a sign of relief for him. It took some time but eventually the situation got better. After a few months the doctor started leaning you off your medication. And things were good. The summer before Rosie was about to start pre k you guys took a family vacation. Florida was absolutely beautiful.

Eddie wanted a beach day with his girls so he helped gather the things for it and took you guys. As he sat on the sand with Lilly he watched you and Rosie make sand castles. Finally, everything was good. He had his beautiful daughters and a happy wife. His life was complete. He had never been so happy in his life. He continued to watch you and Rosie play in the water and collect sea shells. He rocked Lilly back and forth.

" Baby girl, you are so lucky to have a mommy like that. She loves you so much that I'm kinda jealous. Did you know that your mommy is a warrior? Yup. She went to hell and back just to be with us…and when you're older. I'll tell you how she saved daddy and your sissy."

Eddie looked up and saw you smiling at him. You grabbed Rosie's hand and went to join him. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and asked if you could hold her. Eddie nodded and handed you Lilly and grabbed Rosie to sit on his lap. He put an arm around your waist and kissed the side of your head.

"I'm so proud of you sweetheart. You make me so happy."

You smiled at him and looked at Rosie. " All my life I never knew what real love was until I met you and Rosie. Now, it's all I feel when I look at you two. I'm really grateful for this life. Our lives." You looked down at Lilly. Brushing her little brown curls back. " Thank you. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for giving me two beautiful daughters. Thank you for not giving up on me."

You looked at him. " Thank you for being such a great father."

Eddie leaned in and gave you a tender kiss. After resting his forehead on yours.

…

You went back to work a few months later. You were honestly happy to finally be contributing again. Though you loved being at home with your daughters, you felt bad that Eddie had to work so much to bring in the dough. So in order for him to cut his hours back, you decide to work again. It took a while to get back into the rhythm of things. But eventually you got the hang of it.

You were out on the floor doing some work when all of a sudden some new hire stopped you. You smiled and said hi.

" How's it going?" He asked.

" Oh you know. Living the dream."

He grinned. " Yeah."

There was this awkward silence that followed. You were just about to ask if he needed something when he said something.

" So uhh y/n are you married?"

You looked around and saw Eddie coming towards you.

" Yes I am."

" Oh…me too…but you know that doesn't mean anything."

You looked back at him when you saw Eddie stop to talk to someone.

" Umm it does to me." You responded nervously.

" It does to me too." He smirked. " I love my wife…but what they won't know won't hurt them."

You pressed your lips together and looked over to Eddie again giving him 'help me eyes'.

" Are-are you hitting on me?" You asked looking back at the guy.

He chuckled. " Yeah. I am."

You awkwardly laughed and shook your head. That's when Eddie came.

" Hey man. What's going on?" Eddie addressed the guy.

You stood quiet and looked at the ground.

" Oh nothing. Just introducing myself. I'm Ramses."

Eddie held out his hand. " Hey. I'm Eddie Munson."

Rames took his hand and looked at you. " Oh you're the husband. Nice. It's cool that you guys work together."

Eddie gave him a look. When did you tell him that you were married?

" Well I better get back to work." Ramses said, while winking at you.

Eddie gave him a thin lip smile. Did he really have to kick someone's ass at work?

" What was that all about?"

You sighed. " Honestly, I don't know. I told him I was married and he said that it doesn't mean anything."

Eddie furrowed his brow. " The fuck?!"

You shrugged. " It's nothing. Don't worry. I don't tolerate shit like that."

Eddie nodded but he wanted to kick his ass.

" So can you have lunch right now?" You asked, trying to ease his worry.

" Yeah."

You could see Eddie still obviously worried about Ramses. So you took his hand.

" Honey, please don't be upset for too long. I want to have a good lunch with my husband."

Eddie saw the love in your eyes and instantly felt better.

He grinned at you. " What do you want, sweetheart?"

You smiled sweetly up at him. " Is a sub and a strawberry lemonade too much?"

Eddie chuckled a little. " Not at all. That actually sounds good…I'll go get it. Meet me in the parking lot in 15."

" Perfect. Need to grab my stuff to pump."

" I'll get some ice for the cooler."

You really wanted to kiss him but you had to remember that you were at work. So instead you gave him a hug.

" Love you." You whispered.

He hugged you a little tighter. " Love you too"

…

You and Eddie sat in the back of his van and munched down on your sandwiches as you pumped your chest. Eddie kept staring at your now even bigger breasts and wanted so badly to try your milk.

Would that be weird? Would you look at him differently? How would it taste? Have you ever tried it?

There were so many questions going through his mind that he didn't notice that you were trying to get his attention.

" Munson?"

His trance was broken and he met your beautiful eyes. " Huh?"

" Why are you looking at me like that?"

Eddie cleared his throat and put down his sandwich. " So uhh I…I was curious…ummm what- do you know what your milk tastes like?"

You blushed and looked away. " Umm well it depends what I eat. But the one time I tried it, it was sweet."

He nodded even though you weren't looking at him. He gulped and took a calming breath in. Why was he so nervous to ask you?

" Umm baby?"

You looked up at him. " Hmmm?"

" Erm…can I…can I taste it?"

" N-now?"

" Y-yeah. I mean since the girls are out." He pointed at the twins and smirked.

" Umm…alright."

Eddie watched you turn off your pump and unscrew the collection cup. But before you could give it to him he held up his hand.

" Is it weird if I say I want it straight from the tap?"

Your cheeks filled with red. But you smiled and said that it wasn't. You put a lid on the cup and placed the container in the cooler. After you moved your lunch to the side. While putting the recently pumped breast away you pulled out the other.

Eddie's mouth immediately watered. Your tits were so big and beautiful. All he wanted to do was put them in his mouth all the time. He turned his body towards you and gave you a quick kiss before getting eye level with your nipple. His tongue shot out to moisten his lips before he swirled his tongue around your suddenly hardened nub. When his lips latched on he reached up to cup you tit to give him a little leverage so that he could suck a little. Though it was just a little bit of milk, the sweetness of it danced on his taste buds. He swallowed and began sucking a little harder and massaging your breast to get more out. He looked up when he heard you moan. Your eyes were closed but you were biting your lip. When he moved a little that's when he noticed he was rock hard.

Eddie wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you up a little. Mouth still sucking gently. He laid you down and got between your legs. He pushed his length between your legs and pulled off your shirt before returning to suckle.

" Ed-eddie…how much time do we have?"

He lifted his arm to see the time. " Mmmm. 12 minutes." He mumbled against your skin.

You were just about to ask if it was enough time when he took off his shirt and made quick work of your jeans and his.

" No time to waste." He said return his mouth to your chest.

You moaned and sighed feeling his throbbing length push through you. His stretch alone was everything. He had you clawing his back in just a few hard thrust.

" Eddieee" you mewl.

His lips now move from your buds to your collarbone.

" Mmm" he hums. "Baby…it's been too long…too long since I felt your perfect…warm…wet pussy."

It took you a second to register what he said. He just felt so good.

"Honey…you had me this morning."

" Yeah." He grunted against your neck. " And I'm gonna have you again when we clock out, and after dinner."

You moaned and his hand went between your bodies and started rubbing lazy circles on your clit. Before you knew it you came.

" Oh sweetheart…fuck you feel so good when your pussy hugs me like that."

Eddie came right after you did. He pulled out and laid next to you.

He lifted his arm to look at his watch. " 3 minutes to spare. "

You giggled and sat up. " Common. Let's finish lunch in my office."

….

Eddie was just about ready to clock out. He stood back for a minute to put up his tools he used for the day, when the maintenance supervisor asked him to grab a part from the warehouse so that someone could work on it when he left. When he went he saw Ramses was watching you talk to some union members. Ramses seemed to be waiting for you. Eddie, now annoyed with this guy, decided to confront him about it. But before he could, he saw you give Ramses a smile. He watched the interaction unfold. And when he saw you laugh he was blinded by jealousy. Instead of making a scene and losing his job, he quickly went to retrieve the part and clocked out. He found you waiting by the van. He gave you a fake smile and opened the door for you.

The drive to get the girls was quiet. Well that was until you told him what happened. You were never really confrontational. Only when you had to be. So when Ramses asked if you wanted to be FWB you laughed out of nervousness. You had told him that you were very happy in your marriage and you weren't that type of person. When Eddie heard that he pulled over and dragged you to the back. Making love again like he promised. Only this time he let love bites all over. Marking you up as his and only his. If the guy didn't understand your rejection, maybe seeing you with all the hickeys would get him to see. Not that he didn't trust you. He just knew how he used to be until he decided to grow up.

The girls were picked up and you guys went home. Eddie was fixing the handle on the bathroom door while you gave Rosie a bath.

" Mommy?"

" Yeah sweet girl?"

" Love you."

Both you and Eddie smiled.

" I love you too princess."

Rosie giggled.

" What about me? Don't you love daddy too?"

Rosie looked up from her rubber ducks to him.

" Love you daddy. And I love sissy and bastian and poppa Wanye, and Sinclair and auntie Bin."

You beamed at Eddie when she said Erika's last name. She kept naming everyone she loved. Then after she whispered to you.

" But I love you the most, mommy."

Tears filled your eyes when she said that.

" Thank you sweet girl."

After dinner you and Eddie put the girls to bed. You stood in the doorway for a minute, watching the girls sleep. They were so perfect and so beautiful. Eddie came and stood by you. Putting an arm around your waist.

" Whatcha thinking Mrs Munson?"

You put your head on his shoulder. " Just how lucky I am to have you and the girls."

He kissed the top of your head then watched the girls too.

" I think it's us who are the lucky ones to have you sweetheart. The girls have the best mom and I have the best wife."

You kissed his cheek. " Common Honey…you have a promise to upkeep."

Eddie nodded " I want to give the girls a good night kiss and wished them sweet dreams."

" Okay. I'll get the bed ready. "

He went to the girls and just looked back and forth at each one.

" I love you. Sleep tight baby girls."

When Eddie went to the bedroom, you were laying there completely naked. His length was at half mast just seeing you smile.

" Mrs Munson…you sexy thang you."

You giggled watching him shimmy out of his sweats. Once he was in his birthday suit he hopped on the bed and smothered you with kisses.

" I…love…you." He said between every kiss.

You cupped his face and made him look at you. The way you looked at him made him fall all over again.

" Forever?" You softly asked.

Eddie stroked your hair and nodded. " Forever baby."

…

Eddie was standing at the altar next to his uncle. The day had finally come. His uncle. His unofficial father was getting married. And at this very moment he watched his two beautiful daughters walk down the aisle tossing flowers. Eddie swore he had never been so proud of his little girls. As the girls reached the end he went and picked up Lilly and grabbed Rosie's hand. He went straight to Erika and handed off the girls, giving each one a kiss on the head. He went back to his spot and watched as the bridesmaids started making their way down the aisle.

The last girl that came was the prettiest. His grin reached from ear to ear seeing his beautiful wife. The flowy light green dress made you look irresistible. Eddie's mind went straight to the gutter. And you must have noticed because you mouthed ' stop it'.

Eddie smirked and slightly shook his head. ' you're mine tonight.'

Your cheeks turned pink and smiled.

You and Eddie never took your eyes off one another as Wayne and Janet said their vows. Both of you said silent I love yous as the minister closed the ceremony. Everyone clapped and followed the happy newlyweds out the door. While you and Eddie stayed back to grab the girls.

" Oh look at my sweet girls." You cooed, bending down, giving each of the girls a hug.

Eddie went to grab Lilyy and you walked ahead of him holding Rosie's hand.

" Mommy?"

" Yeah princess."

" When can I get married?"

You stopped and looked back at your handsome husband.

" Umm you have to ask daddy sweet girl."

Eddie furrowed his brow at Rosie.

" Daddy?"

" Not until you're 35."

You laughed and continued walking. " Looks like you have to wait a while, sweet girl."

You continued walking and moved your hair to the side. Eddie smiled seeing your tattoo of Bastian's little feet on your shoulder. He turned to Lily.