#nice job calling me an embarrassment to my fucking face dad

[imthatwannabeauthor]

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[beatrixstonehill2]

"I've officially been a Hooters girl for one year! Just look at how fucking big my boss has made my tits. I was a C-Cup when I got hired. Before I even got my uniform they were shoving these supplements in my face. I kind of love it but I know if I ever want a real job someday I'll have to chop these embarrassing things off. It's all my coworkers and I talk about, finally getting out of the job and getting a reduction or having these monster tits we were forced to grow chopped off completely. It sucks, cuz I liked my boobs and thought they were so pretty. But now look at these grotesque melons I'm forced to walk around with all day. Every guy assumes I'm some free-use breeding cow. I've given up trying to fight them off. My commutes are now just one giant hardcore porno shoot. Which is to say nothing about how many customers I have to tit fuck and suck off every shift. Men are so greedy.....

The second guys see these huge lactating tits of mine they go nuts. They could be walking arm-in-arm with their pregnant girlfriend and still run over grope my tits and fuck me. The girlfriends just watch and film it anyway, sometimes they even masturbate, watching their bfs fuck me and smack me around. It's pathetic how used to being a cum dumpster I've become. I don't even care or notice when cum is pouring down my legs anymore. I actually leave a pool of cum wherever I sit. I can't believe what this job has turned me into, all because my dad talked me into working here, calling it a great opportunity.

Well, I hope they like taking care of all the grandkids I'll be forced to push out now. Since we're all in various stages of pregnancy, as well (Two months along with batch two!). I always dreamt of my first pregnancy being with my husband, us cherishing our kids. Not me getting fucked against the door of a subway car as a literal crowd of men surround me, all taking turns fucking me. Giving birth not in a nice hospital with my husband at my side, but instead at work as my boss gives me tequila shots for the pain, as customers face fuck me while I'm pushing out triplets. I thought men were supposed to be more gentle with pregnant girls? I swear once my belly gets really big and round they go ballistic. Way more guys start hitting me, roughing me up just for fun as they fuck me in bigger groups. My boss actually likes it when I come into work with bruises on my boobs and belly or a black eye, says it gets the customers more aroused.

Now after all this sex and breeding and my breasts getting so big I feel like my spine is gonna snap any day, I can't focus on school at all. My one way out of this job and it's like if I go ten minutes without getting fucked or playing with my tits and pussy I get agitated and restless. Like I'm addicted to getting fucked, even if 90% of it is not consensual. I'm literally fantasizing about getting my clothes ripped off and fucked in public, humiliated and treated like garbage as I write this. What the hell am I becoming? I'm doomed to drop out and keep working here. How big are my tits gonna be in a year? My brain can't take this, it's like my mind is breaking and soon I'll be nothing but a cock-addicted pregnant bimbo with a 40 IQ and breasts that weight over 100lbs a piece. The worst part is, I keep thinking to myself..... is that such a bad thing?"

[valuunit]

after midnight

summary: some steamy sex after dancing at the club with harry in his frat era.

title because im obsessed with chapelle roan, as you should

Content: She/her pronouns. smut (mdi), alcohol consumption, hair pulling, using a tie as a way to muffle sound ;), oral (m receiver), finguer fucking, clothed sex?, oh, a photo taken during sex, this oc is really stupid and horny, don’t show you’re face in an explicit pic of yourself wit someone new. that’s it ig :)

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if there’s any mistake I'm sorry, please let me know so i can correct it :D

y/n

why did i agree to this? jesus, this is the shitiest-

“y/n, my miracle is here!” the strong mature voice of Patricia sends shivers down my spine.

“hi” i quietly say, accepting her hug.

“here, i want you to met someone.”

fuck. social interaction.

i’m so so tired for this, i just want to pet my beautiful dog and sleep cuddling with him.

“Michael! here she is, y/n, y/n that’s Michael Young, owner of the record label i told you.” she whispers the last bit. my attitude automatically changes, another rich man who wants more money.

a very well preserved old man turns around, he’s like the definition of daddy if i were attracted to him, he gives me a gentle handshake. “nice to meet you miss, i’ve heard great things about you.”

“thanks, it’s very nice to meet you too.” after that he kisses Patricia’s cheek and excuses himself, promising to get back a little later.

“well, that didn’t go as planned.”

i chuckled. “maybe in a bit will go better, he said he was coming back”

“that’s the equivalent of a guys promising you he’s calling you back after fucking.”

“oh, then forget about it, let’s drink!” i smile eyeing the open bar.

“you do you, honey, i’ll be here if you need me.”

“okay mother, thanks.” i love that woman even if she’s in my monthly payroll.

“love ya.”

i pass some people, looking for the edge of the bar, and fortunately it was empty. “hi, can i take an old fashioned, please?” the bar tender nodded. life like this is kinda good.

harry

“that girl, she’s fit.” louis said.

oh i know lou, i’ve been watching her since she stepped in the club.

“who?” niall said genuinely curious to look at a cute girl.

“there, in the leather jacket at the edge of the table.” louis kept trying to get a better look at her.

“you should go talk to her.” niall says after also looking.

“i think that harry’s job here, he’s been drooling here for her.”

“what?, no, i didn’t even saw her before you mentioned her.” you fucking liar. you even know her name and music.

“okay, then i’ll take the word from nialler here and go count that lady.” you’re a good player louis, but not the best.

he’s testing me to push myself to go there.

“no, not at all.” i simply reply.

“ehh! louis, louis, louis!” niall cheers.

and there he goes, confident steps but playing with his hands.

y/n

i feel a pair of eyes on my back, i try not to think to much about it, i’m here to enjoy myself not to pay attention for others.

“hi” a particular voice says.

i don’t reply, maybe it’s not for me, i don’t want to embarrass me.

“hey, you like it old fashioned?, you’re like a dad?” okay, maybe that is for me.

“yeah, i probably have someone pregnant rounding around the world. i’m at that stage of my life.” i simply replied.

they laughed “i might like you. i’m louis, nice to meet ya”

“hi, y/n” this is louis tomlinson, one of the most famous boys at the moment. if this was happening a couple of years ago i would probably pass out, but i’ve slowly realized that doesn’t matter you ‘status’, you should be treated as kindly and respectful as anyone.

“aren’t you going to invite me a drink?” he says offended, playin, obviously.

“yeah, because i’m the one who approached” i said smiling. “what would you like? it’s on me.”

“oh, becoming my sugar mommy, i get it. i’ll get a shot, tequila.”

“yeah, the free aspect does play a roll here.” he laughs again and looks to where he came from. “four shots of tequila please, extra lime.”

“two rounds, i for sure like you now.” he immediately takes one of the caballito, waiting for me.

“i was just hopping you’d get pleased with that and leave.” i also take one, he hums and aproches for slice of lime.

“damn, that’s tough, if you want me to leave you’re not going to achieve it giving me drinks.” he talks quickly, then proceeds to cheer and gut down the little but dangerous liquid. i follow.

“oof, party animal, aren’t ya?” a deep and also british voice comes in.

“harry!, your finally came, i thought i was gonna stay here all night mate.” he looks at me “not that i would mind”

i completely turn around to look at a curly haired guy, he’s also really handsome, and how not? he’s harry styles.

“ah, yeah, thanks man, see you?” his confused comment makes me laugh.

“yeah, whatever you say. it was really nice to meet you, y/n, hope we can finish this round one day.” he pats the back of his friend and gets out. damn, what the fuck.

“am, i’m really sorry ‘bout that, i’m harry though, you’re y/n?”

“yeah, no it’s fine, if you want you can finish the shots with me?” i say also confused, he looks so nervous and i don’t know why, i'm not that scary am i?

“sure, thanks.” and it becomes silent. well, the conversation with louis was better, that’s for sure.

we swallow the drinks and when i reach out for the fruit i find his hands in the same one i was about to grab, i quickly change my election, and he does as well, i laugh at the awkwardness. he smiles at that.

“i heard your album. it’s amazing.”

“what? you’ve heard my album.” a say fascinated while sucking the last bit of sour liquid.

“what? are you surprised i listen to good music?” he smiled and smooths his chin.

“i wouldn’t say that, i just thought it didn’t reached that many people for you to listen to it.”

“what do you mean? it’s hit after hit, it’s really popular.”

“well, i don’t often look at the logistics of it. but thanks, i wasn’t really sure about it, nor my record label i almost got dropped.”

“well, they’re losers, it’s great.” he smiles and i also do, it’s really nice to heard that from someone who doesn’t know me, it feels genuine.

“i feel like i have to return the compliment but i haven’t heard 1D in like one year, ahm, i really love c’mon c’mon.” he and i laugh.

“yeah, i don’t blame you.” he suddenly looks uncomfortable.

“i’m really sorry.” i try to read his eyes, he was looking at a light above, but now his eyes are back on mine, he doesn’t look as happy as some people seem when they talk about something the love, like music. “you’re not satisfied, are you?”

“you could say that in a lot of aspects.” he smirks.

“okay, i don’t wanna hear it.” i say laughing nervously.

“let’s not talk about this depressing stuff. wanna dance?”

“sure, i’d love to.”

he takes my hand to make sure i don’t get lost in the crowd, he pauses for a second to give louis a warning look when he makes quiet wolf whistles.

“he’s an idiot, sorry.”

“i figured, no problem.”

promiscuous is blasting across the club, this song is sexy and i’m with a sexy guy, i must be a little sexy.

i’m against his chest, the room between our bodies is none, and the space we have to dance is limited, but we can make it work.

i see him starting to sway his shoulders first, trying to get used to the beat. i put my arms on his obliques, also starting to sway my hips, looking at his chest tattoos.

his hands go under my leather jacket and stay in between my hips and my waist, following me. i hear him pant, his mouth is slightly parted and his forehead falls to mine.

“can i take this?” he grabs the tie that hangs loosely in my neck, trying to distract himself for the erection i feel near my left hip.

“sure” we separate out heads and he puts it around his neck, the red looks good on him.

harry

she’s the hottest, most gorgeous person i’ve met.

her lips are as bright as the tie i just grabbed from her beautiful neck, i really want to kiss her. but maybe she’s not into me in that way.

“fuck, how are you so hard, a minute has hardly passed” her voice is deeper than before. i feel slightly embarrassed, but also no.

“that’s the reaction my body has with you.” i say honestly. some say that fake it till you make it, and that what i’m gonna do, fake confidence, maybe it’ll let me somewhere good.

she hums and looks at me in the eyes, to the lips and back at my eyes, with a bright smile and a dark look.

she grabs the tie, pulling me to her, we’re centimeters apart. when i’m about to kiss her she speaks.

“may i kiss you?” she whispers. this might be the hottest thing she’s done so far, or maybe the tie thing it’s.

“of fucking course.”

y/n

this kiss is as alex turner would say, were teeth collide.

is desperate, full of the sexual tension we’ve managed to build, and i couldn’t want it any other way.

we dance, grind, kiss and even moan, at least me, for what seems like the entire night, but when we take our make out session to the back of the building it seems like it barely 12 in the morning.

“jesus, love, i would love to take you home.” he says between wet neck kisses, all i reply is a fervent nod.

after that i feel his warm and big hand on my cheek, making me look at him, then is when i reply with actual words. “we can go back to my place, it not far and it’s alone.” i smile.

“you sure?”

“yeah, if you want.” he smiles and pecks my lips, i don’t know why his hand here makes me wanna melt against it.

“of course, love. it’s better than a shared hotel room.”

“yeah, probably.”

we decide to walk, it’s like i said not far away. the walk was definitely less heated, but it was something.

he asked if he could borrow my purse or my jacket to hide his boner, i laughed so much at that. but the outfit ended up amazingly on him, with the red tie and the also red small bag in his hands contrasting with his all black base.

as soon as i get home blake jumps, almost to the height of my head.

“i’m sorry, honey, i had somewhere to be.”

i think this might kill the mood, maybe not.

“who is this little bud?” harry asked when blake started sniffing his legs. i hang my jacket on a chair and take my purse from harry’s hand, leaving it in the same spot.

“blake, i hope he doesn’t bother you.”

“what, how could he.” he kneeled petting his puffy black hair. “right bud?, you’re adorable” blake turned into his back, to get some love in his belly.

okay, this is really cute, i feel bad for getting wet at the sight of him like this, being sweet to my dog.

“want a drink?, water, vodka, tequila?”

“no, i’m fine. i would prefer to get back were we left it.” blake has lost his interest on him and went to his bed.

“okay, you can go to my room, i’ll be there in a minute.” he looks around the house looking for the destination, “upstairs.” he nods and heads up. “blake. i have some… stuff to do, so please don’t cockblock me, please love, you’ll get a lot of treats tomorrow.” his ears move when he hears ‘treats’.

i grab a cushion from the couch and put it at the beginning of the stairs, hoping he can’t jump over it. “love ya, i’m really sorry if you hear something!” i whisper-scream.

getting near the door i smooth my skirt out and take may hair out of my face.

when i enter harry is sitting at the edge of my bed, he’s cheeks look very red now that i see them in a different light. i smile at him and he smiles at me.

“you look great in red. in your cheeks and my tie” i whisper as i sit in his lap.

“thanks, i might borrow it for another day.”

“you’re still, you know, hard?” i say almost laughing at how cringe that sounded to me.

“you’re wet?” he says. i nod, desperate to kiss him. “perfect.”

his hands crawls up my knee, ass and thigh, reaching my underwear, which was very much soaked.

“i feel flattered, love, i haven’t touched you and look at this” he makes me stand in my knees and slides my panties down my legs, finally showing the mess i made. “we’re gonna keep the skirt if that’s fine with you” i nod and he kisses me.

as soon as the kisses starts it becomes a kiss full of passion. he undoes my white shirt and i do the same with his black shirt.

he’s now laying down, his legs hanging from the bed and im right in top of him, my core against his belt, which feels weird in a good way.

i moan when he sits down, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling it backwards. “your really pretty when you’re all flustered.”

he slides the shirt down my shoulders and for my bralette he slides it upwards, passing through my head.

“i feel like you have an advantage here.” i look down his opened shirt and pants, hell, he even has his shoes on.

“take whatever you want.” he smiles and kisses the in middle of my breasts.

i hug his neck with both of my arms, letting him please me with his kisses and bites in my chest.

he pays equal attention to both, i think he gave the same amount of bites to each, i don’t know, i was enjoying myself to much to care.

when i fell his mouth starting to separate from me i begin to go down his body, taking the tie and the shirt off, kissing his shoulder, chest, stomach and his boner from above the denim material.

he groans desperately but doesn’t move, just seats there with his hands on each side of his body. “you’re really a tease, baby.” he whispers.

“i think it will be worth it.” i say, quickly undoing his jeans and sliding off his boxer, leaving his cock free.

i think of what to do for a second, i could do a handjob or a blowjob, i finally decide in a hybrid.

i first take his length in my right hand, slowly feeling his body react, his legs move a bit and his body leans back. i then start to move down, making my eyes align with his crotch, and with my hand still in the base i start by wrapping my mouth at the tip. his makes a beautiful sharp gasp.

“god’s fucking sake.” he decides to look down at me, looking deep into my eyes.

harry

her eyes are gonna be the death of me. she can look evil but also innocent. and that makes me want to take her right now and leave her dumb fucked.

my dick disappears in her mouth, over and over again, i don’t know how she manages to keep a consistent move in her hands and in her mouth, including her tongue and her head. the guitar must help her multitasking abilities.

“love, t-that s-sss amazing. ah, but i w-won’t last a lot longerr and i will like to do sooo… much m-more with y-ya…”

she gets my dick out of her mouth, god that’s so dirty, an i love it. but yeah, she does so, chuckling a bit with a sense of pride, some drool goes down her chin, she’s perfect.

“okay, next time i guess.” fuck yeah, hopefully.

“now it’s my turn” she come back up, sitting her naked clit into my semi, this little minx jumped into my dick, and she knows it, she smiles.

“sorry.”

“you’re not.” i smile.

“no, i’m not.” she smiles.

“but you will.” i grab her hips from under the washed denim mini skirt and switched our position, leaving her laying down on her chest and me above her, looking at the greatest fucking view; her face was looking at me over her shoulder, he naked back and her skirt rolled up, leaving nothing to the imagination, her ass was in perfect alignment with my eyes.

i decided to be a little wild and spank her, she moaned, but i quickly turned to look at her “was that okay?”

“yeah… fucking perfect.” she moaned more.

“who would’ve thought…” i say, giving her another one, this one harder, making her cheeks giggle.

i pull her skirt even further, and also pulled from her hips to make her stick her ass up, giving me better access to her clit. i begin caressing her outer lips, soft touches to get her desperate and my fingers getting lubricated.

i inserted one of them, the ring finger to be specific. she moans softly, pushing her hips back. “more…”

“patience, love, want to cherish the moment.” but i do what she says, i enter another and begin to diversify my movements. when i get to a specific and wet point i feel her body shake.

“t-t… there.” she sighs “right therrre.” she purrs.

she looks so angelic like this: baby hairs stick to her sweaty forehead, eyes closed, mouth open full or profane sounds, i also see her stimulating her breasts, just like she could read my mind.

when i put my third finger in i feel her lips stretch, so i turn my hand, she screams at my move. “shh… we don’t want to scare blake, or anyone for that matter. would hate for someone to interrupt, right?”

“mhm” she opens her eyes, they are watering now, i don’t know whether to worry or to be turned on.

“everything okay there, baby?” i ask pulling her hair to the side to look at her fully.

“gr-great!” she sights when i touch her newly founded button.

i feel some more palpitating, some more stretching and i see her jaw being clenched. she’s close.

“you’re getting there, aren’t you?”

“yess! i’m goo…” sight “gonna cum.” her hips push against my hand, i took my index finger out because it felt like i couldn’t move my hand at all.

“patience baby, let it all out” i groan at her cunt stretching around my hand.

she screams my name, might be my new favorite sound of all time. it’s a mix of a hoarse and sweet voice.

she stops moving her hips i see a bit of liquid being thrown against my still moving hand, she squirted. i try really hard not to cum also.

she pants and groans. one hand reaches to mine, telling me to stop.

“good job, love” i slowly take my hand up and taste her discard. i then lean to kiss her cheek.

“want you inside of me” she whispers against the mattress.

“of course baby, just waiting for you to catch your breath at least.” i chuckle. she pouts but stays still.

“i’m fine. i just want you to fuck me.” she looks at me undress completely. biting her lip as she check me out.

“ouch, wouldn’t thought you’ll just use me like that, love, thought this was real.” i say jokingly offended and also a bit nervous. maybe this is just a one night thing, and i wouldn’t like it to end like this.

“maybe it is, but i would really like you to fuck me good so i can consider you as a potential candidate.”

nice answer, miss y/n.

“fine, firstly, do you have any condoms?” she sakes her head no.

“i’ve got iud and clean. if you’re up and clean we can make it raw.” she says nonchalantly.

“fucking hell” i go to kiss her mouth, gripping her cheek harshly, “i’ll make you scream really loud, so i think we could put this to some more use”, i say taking the tie from the floor.

she smiles, curious. i hover over her body again, pass the tie through her head to stop at her mouth, tightening it.

“wow” she barely says.

“you can grip me at the arm of you want to stop, okay?” she nods. “show me” she takes my forearm and tightens her grip around it two times. “good girl.” i kiss her cheek again.

i look down, she still has that fucking skirt i hope every time she uses it she remembers who fucked her in that, i direct my dick into her clit. i soak my tip into her cum and wetness.

and finally i enter, our mouth open at the contact, i thrust slowly and fully, i stay there “goodness, this is g-ood.” i whisper in her ear, she moans quietly.

“look at me angel.” she deserves the nickname. i could take a picture of this obscene and artistic piece. “can i take a picture?, i promise ill protect it with my life…”

she hesitates a bit, but when she looks at me in the eyes she nods “yeah”.

i lean over to the bedside table, take my phone and quickly snap one time.

“move?” she says.

“as you wish.” i let my phone slide off my hand and focused solely on her.

i put one hand next to her face , the other went to her hip. giving me the base i need to get her good.

my hips roll against hers, looking at her face to her ass and back and forth.

i quickly gain a fast, hard and pleasing pace.

she hides her face into the pillow and grips the bedsheets tightly. her muffled moans and screams, my groans and screams and the sound of our bodies colliding is the only sound i listen to, and maybe in a 1 mile radius.

“doing good, l-love?” i ask her, my breathing is shaky, maybe not that sexy.

“mhm.” she turn her face to look at me “y-yesh…”

“look so fricking good like this…” i wished i could look at her full face.

she screams something that sounds like my name, and i know i need to she her climaxing around my dick.

“we’re g-gonna turn…” groan “you around, ‘right?”

“yeahyeahyeah” she said.

“h-hug, hug your leg darling.” i pat her left leg , she struggles a bit but makes it. with the force i have i turn her almost limb body.

she moans when her back hits the mattress and i thrust into her faster, while kissing her face, she entangles both her hands in my hair, pulling. fuck.

“hmm. c-c… cum!” she sights into my neck.

thanks love, i wouldn’t like to burst before you.

“perfect. relax, baby…” i groan, struggling to keep that fast of a pace, she’s squeezing my dick so hard and i might come way too fast.

“ha… haffy!” she screams again.

“i’m cu…ming love.”

i feel her groaning at the overstimulation, so i give a final thrust and let it all out.

y/n

i’ve been talking with harry for probably 30 minutes, after last night fucking midblowing fuck i barely was awake, but harry made me change into some pajamas and then he changed the bedsheets. it was the best aftercare ever.

“would you like to go for a coffee later in the evening?” he says looking at me with his beautiful green eyes.

“yeah, as long as blake can come.” i say jokingly.

“of course, love, little man is always welcome.”

“see? that’s what makes me want you every day and every night!” i hit his chest lightly, he chuckles. “you can’t say shit like that, i’ll get attached.”

“is that something wrong?” he smiles. “i also want you, i really like you, and it might be too soon, but i would like to get to know you and be something else.”

“i would love that too.”

[pinguwrites]

Kinktober 2023 | Day Two — Cillian Murphy + spanking, authority kink

Pairing -> dom!cillian murphy x stepdaughter!reader

Warnings -> kinda dark and sick, stepcest, mentions of masturbation, use of the word daddy (not really sure if it counts as kinky or not, but it's in there), huge age gap (implied Cillian and reader knew each other before reader was fourteen but no relationship), slut shaming, spanking

KINKTOBER 2023 MLIST

Disclaimer: This is not a reflection of Cillian Murphy's actual life. This is completely separate and is not intended to harm him or his family in any way. DNI if you're a Yvonne hater. This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

Your stepfather, Cillian, laughed. A dry laugh, his fingers touching his lips for a moment. You were sitting on his bed, hands interlocked, waiting patiently for him to say something. 

You knew you fucked up. When you decided to wear that pink mini-skirt — the type that showed a scrape of your bottom — with a crop top that accentuated the curve of your breasts, you knew you were asking for trouble. 

Your intention hadn’t been to make him upset. Just a little pissed off, enough for him to sweep you away to some corner and work his magic on you, but you had ended up making him angry. Angry enough to call off the entire night and bring you back home.

What was I expecting? He was still your dad. Sure, you had sex, but in some fucked up way or another, he still saw you as that little girl he met all those years ago, the one that needed to be cared for and protected and disciplined.

Cillian sat down on the bed beside you, thinking for a moment. Then, “Get over my knees.”

Your eyes widened slightly in surprise. He hadn’t spanked you since you were fourteen. 

“What?” The thought of him punishing you like that, now that you saw him in a different light, was both humiliating and arousing. 

“Get over my knees,” he repeated, with that soft Irish accent you loved. “You need to learn a lesson.”

Not wanting to make it easy for him, you complained. “It was only a dress! Why—”

Cillian cupped your face in his hand, forcing you to look at him.

“I’m doing this because I love you,” he said earnestly. “It’s either my knees or against the wall.”

The thought of standing while he spanked  you made you shudder. Your knees would probably buckle and you would collapse into his arms, which didn’t sound like a bad idea, but you would rather be laying down while he did it — to avoid the embarrassment. 

You nodded, and laid over his knees, feeling a sense of excitement rush through your body. “What if Mom finds out—” you tried to say, but he didn’t let you finish. He pulled up your skirt and pushed your underwear between your cheeks, giving you a nice, hard slap on your ass.

You yelped. “Mr. Murphy—”

“—Be quiet!”

He slapped you again, this time on the other cheek. You made another sound, the pain stinging like a burn. He wasn’t being gentle. Behind each slap was intent and fury.

“How dare you behave like that in public?” he said, his voice low. “How dare you flirt with other boys like a desperate slut?”

“I was just — oww — I was just tryna get your attention!” 

“Yeah?” He spanked you again, this time much harder. The force of it made your ass jiggle. You forgot how much this hurt.

“And you couldn’t have just asked me politely? You know I would give you anything you want — anything.”

Another spank. 

“M’sorry!”

Cillian shook his head. “That’s not enough. Do you understand how painful it is for me, to see you act like that? When I see you wearing these things in public.” He tugged at your dress. “I mean, what even is this? A bikini? Some type of lingerie?”

“It’s just a skirt,” you whined, noticing a familiar bump on your thigh. He was hard. Your dad was getting hard hitting you. 

Fuck, you thought, feeling a pool of wetness form between your legs. 

Another slap. You cried out.

“It’s my job to watch out for you. Is that not something you want?”

“I do want it,” you said earnestly, feeling tears well up in your eyes. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

You knew calling him that did something to him. Everytime you used that word he would always give into your wants or give you extra affection. 

Cillian’s eyes softened. “I know you are.” 

He gave your sore bum a rub, kneading the flesh. “Come on, sit on my lap.”

You did as he asked. It still hurt a little, but you managed.

He gave you a kiss, a gentle one, long and tender. Lips locked, you ran your hand down his body to the bulge in his pants, but he stopped your hand. “I’m not going to please you tonight. And you are not going to touch yourself.”

You groaned, frustrated. You were aching for him, that’s the whole reason you decided to tease him in public in the first place. What was all this spanking for if he wasn’t going to fuck you at the end of the day? “Why not? I said sorry!”

“I told you that’s not enough. Now, go finish your homework.” He lifted you off his lap and placed you on the floor. “If I catch you masturbating,” he added, his voice low, “you’re not getting anything at all this entire week, okay?”

He said this almost condescending tone, which made you infuriated.

“Fine,” you grumbled, leaving the room.

He won’t find out.

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All for you | Carl Gallagher

pairing: Carl Gallagher x female!reader

show: Shameless

warnings: angst, fluff, smut (the reader and Carl are 18 years old in this ff)

summary: Carl is challenged that he can get your money, if he makes you fall in love with him. He loves the challenge until he loves something else more...

authors note: sorry for so many pov switched, I didnt notice it, when I first wrote this ff. Also I haven't had the chance to watch all the seasons yet, but I still hope that Carl's character is somewhat accurate :))

Carl's pov

"Frank, goddamit youre no help! Why are you even lying around here - oh forget it, I don't want to hear it." Fiona's voice echoes in the room, while the entire Gallagher household is present.

The everyday discussion has been going on for too many minutes in which I could have done something better. The damn question “How do we get enough money?”

Lip at college, Ian with his gangster boyfriend, my shitty sister with her kid and then Liam. This family is screwed. No wonder with a father like Frank.

As the argument continues to escalate, I have the misfortune of sitting right next to him.

"You care to share some money, son?" Of course, my attempts to ignore him are unsuccessful.

"The drug trade doesn't always work out so well, but the weapon thing was something. You could give one to your good old dad, you know what the neighborhood is like." I run my hands through my hair in frustration, shaking my head.

"Just get one or two girls pregnant at school, then all of our problems are solved. But she has to be rich. After all, you want to get your hard work paid." Why the hell am I still here?

"You used to be more enthusiastic about my ideas. If you don't want to do play daddy, then use your charm. When I was your age, my cock was enough and the girls were happy."

"Be fucking quiet, no one wants to hear about your pathetic youth." It's no use, he keeps talking.

"I'm only saying, If you make a rich girl fall in love with you, then you can get money to do something nice for your family."

As I get up and walk away from him I take a breath, the tension caused by this idiot sucks.

Still, his words got me thinking. Maybe there's a new girl who would be perfect for this job...

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Your pov

When I moved here, I wasn't sure what to expect. New school, maybe mean classmates and bad cafeteria food. That I might be able to join a group and make friends, people who laugh with me in class or go to the cinema together on weekends.

I was prepared to get lost in the hallways a few times, perhaps to be peppered with embarrassing questions by the teachers. I had even prepared myself for being called a nerd again and therefore spending my lunch breaks alone.

Then things turned out differently. I met two girls who, although they scared me at first with their need to gossip all the time, are good people at heart.

They studied with me (meaning they told me the newest gossip and braided my hair while I did our homework), showed me the city and its pitfalls. I felt comfortable, prepared and confident for what awaited me here.

Oh lord, was I wrong.

On a Thursday in the middle of the week I met a boy who messed everything up. Literally.

I met him when he was running through the halls twenty minutes late, but stupidly didn't pay attention to me, who was about to cross his path. Let's put it this way, it ended with my books on the floor, my jacket hanging off my shoulder, and his hair being a huge mess.

When he looked at me, I expected to hear something like "sorry" or "I'll help you."

You want to know what he said?

"Cute top. Let me know if you need help taking it off."

Then he got up casually and walked into the classroom across the hallway, a grin on his face as if he had won the Bachelor title.

After this encounter two things became very clear to me. 1. Look both ways when crossing the halls and 2. Stop daydreaming about this boy, even if he has beautiful blue eyes.

The first thing worked better than the second.

After a few descriptions, which actually only consisted of "incredibly impudent and incredibly good-looking", it was explained to me who I was dealing with.

Carl Gallagher. A boy who has lived here since he was born, someone who is rumoured to be more dangerous than the Italian Mafia.

Even though I thought that was exaggerated, I quickly realized that I should stay away from him and that he meant trouble.

Aside from the fact that I wasn't going to be in the situation of talking to him again anyway, my eyes couldn't stop themselves from looking at him.

There was something that defined him, something that made me want to watch a grin creep across his face when he made an inappropriate joke, how he would push his blonde hair back and his eyes would shine mischievously, as if he had already planned the next bank robbery.

I wasn't the only one who found his charisma attractive tho, of course not when he looked like one of God's angels, but he never really seemed interested in other girls. At least not with any serious intent, you might hear him flirting or making comments about his free bed, but you would never saw him in a relationship.

He never held hands or kissed anyone, had a real smile on his face or said sweet things, he was just Carl.

Suggestive, hot-tempered and like a flag that proclaimed: Stay away from me, because you will lose this fight.

I also felt that if I continued to watch him, I would lose the battle for platonic feelings towards him too.

"Please don't tell me you're looking at our school bad boy again. You better be careful, he might want to sell you a gun." Kenzie's voice makes me sigh.

"These are just rumors. Besides, it's not my fault, he's just -" Her hand on my shoulder interrupts me.

"We know, you have heart eyes every time you talk about him. There are so many great guys in this world, I'm not saying at this school, but you choose this one?" Her look says more than a thousand words as she looks over at Carl, who is pushing his way trough the crowd.

"I'm not in love, just curious. Those are two different things, okay?" Her eyebrows raise.

"You mean, curious how his lips would feel on yours?" Her laughter at my expression is lost in the sounds of the cafeteria.

"Very funny." I murmur to her, food forgotten on my plate. When the school bell rings, I stand up and pick up my backpack.

"My class is canceled now, but I'm going to the library. Will you meet me later?" As I walk backwards I see her thumbs up and the hearts she makes in Carl's direction. My reaction is two quick middle fingers.

As I walk out of the school building, I check my phone and tie my hair into a braid. The library is a few blocks away and the cool air makes me shiver.

When I get there and wave to the boy at the entrance, I turn to my favorite department. Call it cliche, but I love romance books. I mean, I don't know what it feels like to love someone with all my heart, but that doesn't mean I don't love reading about it.

The books I actually need are a few rows away. History, literature, everything I am assigned to get for school.

As I stroke over a few tapes and finally pull out a book to read the first few pages, I hear a noise next to me that makes me look up. After all, the library is usually a pretty quiet place.

As I look into the familiar blue eyes, I feel my cheeks turn red.

I have to stop myself from staring.

"Always a book in your hand, I see." Oh his voice hasn't changed. I try to shrug casually as I answer, but I'm not sure if it actually works.

"Aren't you going to be late for class again?" At my sarcasm he smiles, he takes a step in my direction which weakens my control over my voice.

"I thought I would learn something somewhere else too." These coded words make me swallow.

"So, you're here often?" I almost think he's not answering me, but maybe I'm just not concentrating, because I'm paying too much attention to every mole on his face.

"Actually, I didn't even know this shitty town had a library." His words make me laugh, but several requests to be quiet around us, make me whisper in response.

"Then why are you here?" I think my breathing stops as his hand brushes my fingers that are still holding the book.

"You're here." I feel my heart beating nervously faster, I probably look pretty confused and when I notice his grin, something flutters in my chest.

"No interest in books, huh?" Can my answer actually be any lamer?

"Dont worry, I have a newfound interest in you."

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Your pov

If someone had told me a few weeks ago that I would become friends with Carl Gallagher, I would have found the idea absolutely crazy. To be honest, I still find the situation insane, but damn my cheeks still turn just as red when he's with me as they did the first time.

It turns out that he really has no interest in books, even though he visited me at the library almost every day since we met in the romance department.

I've never met anyone like him, funny and couragous without any reserve, always looking for trouble, acting self-confident. But also sweet.

He's like a current that pulls you along, like a wind that blows so hard that you fly with it. He feels like freedom and it is wonderful.

He makes me laugh, he carries my books, plays with my hair, walks home with me. In such a short time I feel like he didn't knock on the doors to my heart, instead he made a home there.

Maybe this is what it feels like to fall in love.

It's not a gentle announcement, more of a realization that makes you incredibly desperate and happy at the same time.

But with him I actually just feel happy.

"Ready, sunshine?" As soon as I come out of the classroom, he comes towards me and takes my bag from me. My heart jumps at his gesture, which feels like winning the Olympics.

"You're crazy, where do you even want to go?" He has something planned but won't tell me. When he puts his arm around my shoulder and I lean against him, I get a few sideways glances from our classmates.

Carl ignores everyone like always, it's crazy but the way he's so confident is pretty attractive to me.

"Does the guy in your cheesy books also tell you where they go on dates? I bet not, so just wait."

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"It feels like you're kidnapping me."

I feel his smile on my back and have to giggle quietly at his response.

"Mh, I plan to do that. But only for a few hours, otherwise my head will roll tomorrow. Your father takes your curfew pretty seriously."

I feel his hands on my hips, guiding me forward, hear the birds chirping around us, but can't figure out where we're going.

"Just a few more steps, baby. Then you'll see." As he promised, it is only a few meters away and when I see a small, calm lake, my mouth falls open in surprise.

"Carl, oh my God! It's wonderful here, thank you so much." I turn around in his grip and look at him, his smile reflects the love that I feel.

"Yeah? How much do you like it?" As his eyes focus on my lips, I feel a tingling feeling in my stomach. Slowly, my fingers stroke his chest and I see him swallow, even though he tries to hide it.

"I think it's incredibly beautiful here, I love it. And...I really like you." I shyly lower my gaze, my words are met with an unknown silence that makes me anxious after a few seconds. But when I look up at him again, he pushes a strand of my hair out of my face.

"To me, you are much more beautiful than this sight. I like you too and I thought that was pretty obvious." I smile broadly, butterflies fly around in my stomach and as the sun illuminates his face, I feel incredibly happy.

"You're so nice to me, I don't know how I deserve this." An expression crosses his face, but when I blink he smiles at me again.

"After all, you are the first person who explained the topics for the history exam to me, without giving up." My hand cups his cheek.

"I wouldn't give you up, you've become too important to me." As I stand on my tiptoes, our lips brush, his hand is on my back and pushes me closer to him.

"You are an angel." With his words we kiss and everything else around us blurs, only he remains. Everything is unimportant except him, standing in front of me, so handsome, that it is difficult not to look at him.

"Come on, let's go for a swim." As he pulls me towards the lake, you can hear our loud laughter in the air.

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Carl's pov

"When are you going to collect the money? You've been with her for the last three months and nothing has come of it." Frank's annoying voice frustrates me more than anything else.

"I am working on it. Besides, she's actually really caring." When I see the dismissive hand gesture in my direction, I roll my eyes.

"You are completely wrong, son. A person is there for a certain period of time, but money? Money accompanies you throughout your life, especially if you buy beautiful bottles of the best alcohol."

I sink into the sofa, but want to turn away when I feel his hand on my shoulder.

"If you put it off any longer, it will be harder to get out of the situation. Girls your age will start planning to get married, if you stay with them for months."

But when he leaves, I feel conflicted. Can I really do this to her?

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Carl's pov

"Happy birthday!" Her voice makes me jump and, confused, I turn around on the bench to look into her excited eyes.

"Why are you jumping around like that? Are you practicing for cheerleading?" I'm making fun of her, but the smile on her face doesn't fade.

"No, idiot. I'm just really curious to see how you react to your gift." My breath catches for a moment as I take in her words.

"You got me something?" When she leans forward and gives me a kiss on the cheek while pressing the bag into my lap, I start to smile too.

"Open!" Her encouragement breaks me out of my trance and I quickly tear up the paper, looking at the tickets with wide eyes.

"But...these tickets cost a fortune? Did you sell your liver or something?" When I look at her, she smiles back at me.

"I talked to my dad and he agreed that you deserve something special for your birthday. Are you happy?" As I look at the cards, I suddenly feel a pang in my heart. It must be showing on my face, because her happiness is also fading away.

"Do you not like it? I thought it was your favorite team? I can get you something else." When I look at her, I quickly pull her between my legs and kiss her.

"Shh, breathe angel. It's perfect, thank you. And well, your father. It's just a lot of money." Her hands play with the fabric of my shirt.

"You always say that. Do you have problems at home, with money, I mean? I've never been to your place, I don't even know where you live." What should I say to her now?

"It's okay." Her raised eyebrows look at me reproachfully, making me sigh.

"Each of us has to contribute a certain amount of money every month and if I don't sell fucking drugs, it will be tight." Her astonished look makes me pause and I gently stroke her arms.

Before I can say anything else, she kisses me. I look at her in surprise.

"What's that for?" She smiles shyly, looks at the floor for a moment before looking at me again.

"You're just so honest, I admire that. And that you've never asked me for anything, you know. That I lend you some money."

Fuck. Shit. What do I say?

"Yeah, I mean, I don't want to burden you with that-" but she interrupts me again, her concentrated expression makes me curious.

"What's going on in your pretty head?" My hands wander over her sides.

"It's the end of the month, how much are you missing?" I frown in confusion, but when she doesn't let it go, I tell her the amount.

"$240, the rest I earned by helping in the neighborhood." But despite the high sum, she just nods, looks at me again and gives me another kiss.

"Okay, maybe I'll be your sugar mommy." I have to laugh at the absurdity, but the longer she grins at me, the more I think she means it.

"What, are you serious? Thats fucking crazy, how am I supposed to pay you back?" Her eyes look around, but since the classroom is relatively empty during recess, she finds herself between my legs again. She slowly lets her hand wander down my stomach until she squeezes my cock through my clothes and I close my eyes in delight.

"Hmm, maybe you could help me relax between classes." Her eyes sparkle mischievously and I look at her with a grin.

"Anything you want, sugar."

Let's put it this way, the next few weeks the breaks were filled with kissing in the back corner of the classroom, dry humping on the toilet or Carl doing his best to pleasure me with his tongue in the caretaker's room, like now.

"Ahh-, Carl. I'll cum if you keep that up." His head has disappeared under my skirt, his fingers are stroking the bare skin of my thigh and the sinful movements of his tongue are making me see stars.

As he adds a finger and runs it over my folds, slowly until he inserts it, he looks at me again.

"You coming for me? Yeah, be a good girl or do you want to get caught by the old janitor grandpa spreading your legs for me?" As my eyes roll back, he pumps another finger into me, scissoring it thoroughly and hitting that sweet spot inside me.

When I moan loudly, he grins.

"You like that? Just wait until I bury my cock in you and you cant walk straight afterwards, so that everyone will notice." When his finger presses my clitoris, I see white and as I come I try to muffle the sounds with my hand over my mouth.

When I get off my high, I blindly search for my panties. But Carl beats me first.

"Hmm, no. I think I'll keep it as a little souvenir. Maybe you can get it back when you come to my house later." I don't know what surprises me more: that he wants me to run around exposed at school or that I'm invited to his house for the first time.

"Really? I'd like to come." But he interprets my words differently, his fingers stroke my entrance again and I moan and squeeze my eyes shut.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Very well and for a very long time." When the bell rings, he lets go of me and I whimper slightly.

"Carl-" but he interrupts me by pulling back and straightening my skirt.

"I'm sure our agreement was between recess, now it's class time. Come on, I'll make it up to you later."

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Your pov

As we ride the bus toward his home, I take his hand and intertwine our fingers.

"But don't expect a mansion or any of that shit." Ever since we left school, he has been bad-mouthing his hometown every free minute he has.

"Don't worry, I'll only have eyes for you anyway." The statement makes him laugh and he relaxes a little. As we get out and walk a little way along the street, we are watched by a few people.

"Why are so many people staring at us?" When he look at me, I'm obviously confused.

"Not everyone here wears designer clothes that cost several thousand dollars. If you come here more often, they'll call you a princess." Giggling, I slap him on the arm and as we climb the stairs to his house, I look around curiously.

"So this is where you grew up." His shoulders shrug casually, but I see him trying to gauge my reaction.

"Yeah, where in the world could it be nicer?" I laugh at his sarcastic comment and we both smile at each other as we enter the house.

I hear him calling into the house, then a girl with red hair appears, carrying a baby.

"You must be Debbie, the little one is so adorable." When I hold out my hand, she just looks at Carl with her eyebrows still raised.

"What did you do to end up with her? Also my daughter's name is Franny and yes, I know condoms exist." Surprised, I don't know exactly how to answer, so I leave it to Carl.

"My tongue is magic, Debs. Too bad you won't find out yourself anytime soon, Derek has moved away. By the way, Franny seems hungry." I'm unsure of the dynamic between the two of them, as she turns away and walks away, I resist the urge to say goodbye.

"That was...nice." His hand pulling me towards the stairs distracts me.

"She's a real ray of sunshine, come on. The others aren't back yet, so you can be as loud as you want this time."

When we get upstairs, he leads me into his room and I look at the magazines, posters and little things scattered everywhere.

"Cleaning and you are definitely not friends, huh?" I laugh at my joke, but Carl has other plans than letting me inspect his room.

He puts his hands on my hips and pushes me against the closed door, my breath catches as his eyes find mine.

"Do you want to keep playing housemaid? Then put on a damn maid costume, otherwise keep your eyes on me." At his stern voice, I press my thighs together and, grinning, I drag my fingers across his chest once again.

"Would you like that? Me on the floor, my ass in the air, and no underwear? Oh wait, what a coincidence that I'm not wearing any now either." His eyebrows raise, I see his eyes darken with lust.

"Let's save this little fantasy for another time, right now I just want to see you on my cock." Smiling, I lean towards him and start kissing him. I loosen the belt I bought him and pull him closer to me by his waistband.

"I think I did well today. After all, I didn't complain about getting through the school day without underwear. Do I get my reward now?" Grinning, he takes off my top and looks at my lace bra.

"Everything you want." He drops to his knees in front of me and kisses his way along my thighs, lifts my skirt and presses a kiss to my folds. Slowly he moves his tongue higher and kisses my stomach, I lean my head against the door.

"Does that feel good?" I just nod, burying my hand in his hair as he puts his mouth on me again.

"Ahh- Carl, I want you now." His fingers stretch me, the wetness running down my legs, making me tremble.

"You got me, sweetheart. What do you want me to do?" His head lifts to look at me and I place my fingers around his chin, seeing the moisture on his lips.

"I've been prepared enough, I want your dick now. Let's see if it's as magical as your tongue." Grinning, he stands up and lifts me up, lays me on my back on his bed and lies down between my legs.

He places a few kisses on my legs, then stretches up on his elbows so he's hovering over me. Then he kisses my cheek and my lips, lets his tongue slide over them and lets me taste myself.

I run my fingers through his blonde hair and pull his body closer to me. When he pulls a condom out of his pocket, I hold my breath.

"You still want to do this?" His look calms all the worries I had. I nod, stroking my fingers over his heated cheek.

"I trust you." His next kiss is passionate, his hands gliding over my body, caressing every bit of exposed skin. I lift my back off the mattress and let him take off my bra. His head lowers to run his tongue over my navel. As he sucks on them, I moan softly.

One of his hands starts kneading my breasts and when I try to take off my skirt, he stops me.

"Leave it on, okay?" I kiss him in response.

His hand strokes my sides and my own hands rest on his shoulders as he presses the tip of his cock against my entrance.

"Ready, baby?" When I agree, he presses himself into me and for a moment I have to squint my eyes because it hurts.

Then I feel several gentle kisses on my cheek, my forehead and my lips. His attempts to distract me work and as I become more and more relaxed, he slides further into me.

Slowly he presses his hips against me, the stretch so great that I can feel him all the way into my stomach. He waits for a moment, whispering sweet things in my ears until they get dirty and I beg him to move.

My hands wrap around his shoulders as he thrusts into me for the first time, the air around us thickening as he grunts and a moan escapes me.

"You're doing so well, God, you feel so good." His hips move faster and faster, the pleasure spreads through my body and the wetter I feel, the easier he slides in and out of me.

"You are perfect, my perfect girl. Do you feel good?" His hands stroke my skin, gently pinching my nipples, playing with them and making me squirm beneath him.

As he grips my hips and pushes himself harder into me, my head starts to spin. My noises get louder.

"Carl- god, please go harder" And so he does, the room is filled with the sounds of our bodies and sweat forms on us.

"Baby, do you want to ride me? You have such pretty thighs." I nod and when he pulls out of me I can't think clearly, I just want him to fill me up again.

He leans back and as I stabilize myself on his shoulders, I sink back onto him. The feeling is even better that my eyes roll back. His hands grasp my hips, helping me move.

"That's right, baby. You're doing so good, riding my cock like the good girl you are." At his words, I tighten my grip on him and he curses as I move harder on top of him.

The faster I go, the more exhausting it becomes, but as I feel a knot forming in my stomach, I ride him so fast just to chase my pleasure.

Then suddenly as he hits my spot inside me over and over again, I go boneless on him and melt in his arms. My come drips all over him and as he continues to fuck me, reaching his own climax, I tremble in his grip.

"Just a few more thrusts, baby. Ah, keep holding on to me." Even though I have lost my strength, I move on him a few more times until he comes and I lay my head on his shoulder.

We're both breathing heavily, but everything feels so good, so warm and comfortable, that I don't want to move a single muscle anymore.

He carefully pulls out of me, I moan slightly at the loss. He gently lays me back on his pillow and gives me a kiss before throwing the condom away.

He pulls the blanket over us and puts his arm around me to pull me closer. I snuggle up to him and feel so safe that I quickly press my lips to his skin.

"That was wonderful." He also presses a kiss on my hair.

"That was incredible, you are the best. I can't wait to do it again." Our embrace becomes tighter. For a moment the room is silent.

When I whisper his name, he hums in response.

"I know it's cliche to say something like that after the first time. But I just feel it so much that it hurts to keep it to myself. I love you." As I lie on his chest I hear his heart stop for a moment and then it starts beating much faster.

"I- no one has ever said that to me before." When I raise my head and look at him, he doesn't look at me. Instead, his eyes are fouced on the ceiling.

"I just want you to know. I don't want to put any pressure on you to say it. I just thought you should hear it. You know, now that things are serious between us." Again he is silent and I start to worry, but then he looks at me.

"You are truly the most incredible person I have ever met. I consider myself very lucky." He smiles at me, then leans down and we kiss for a moment. It feels like heaven.

We lay there for a few minutes, just cuddling and telling each other how our day was. We laugh and as the sun slowly sets, I start to get dressed.

"I wish I could stay here with you. But you know what my parents are like." He leans back on his elbow, watching me get dressed and contact my parents to pick me up.

"Hmm, I think we would do it again. If you stayed here tonight, I mean." I smile at him, sit down on his bed for a moment and ruffle his hair.

"I wouldn't mind, darling." The nickname makes him blush and when he leans forward to kiss me, I playfully push him away.

"I have to go, are you coming down with me?" He nods, feigning annoyance, and as we walk out of his room, he puts his arm around my waist and pulls me towards him.

He steals his kiss there, but more than that he steals my heart.

We smile at each other and for this moment everything is just perfect. We go downstairs and just as we are back in the living room we hear a door open loudly.

A visibly drunk man stumbles in. I see Carl tense up next to me, staring at the stranger angrily. I quietly lean towards him to whisper my question.

"Who is that?" When he rolls his eyes, I get a bad feeling.

"That's my father, great isn't it?" The man in front of me is dirty, has unkempt hair and an unpleasant smile on his face.

"Should I ask my parents if you can stay overnight?" My gaze is more focused on the man than on Carl.

But he just shakes his head, and just as he is about to answer, the man sees us too.

"Oh, my son! It's so good to see you, not really, but I'll take your bed. Fiona has mine. Is that your little girlfriend? She looks expensive, very good catch. How much money did you rip her off? I hope it's worth it to go through all this drama." I frown in confusion, but when Carl freezes next to me, I become uncertain.

"What does he mean by that?" This time my gaze is directed solely at Carl.

"Nothing, he's drunk-" but before he can finish, the man does.

"How rude of me, I am Frank. The proud father of this child, at least one of my descendants has made something of himself and used his talent. He has my good genes, the good looks and I teach him the tricks. Like exploiting an innocent, very very rich girl for money. It doesn't bother you, I hope? You seem to have enough, but I hope my son returns the favor to you."

The words catch me so off guard that I can't move. I don't believe anything this man says until I see the guilty look on Carl's face.

"W-what? That's a lie, right? Tell me he's lying, Carl." As he runs his hands through his hair and tries to answer me, Frank speaks again.

"Oh, you haven't confessed to her yet? My fault, I should have waited. I didn't think you would humiliate this girl for so long. I told you this wouldn't end well." But Carl ignores him completely when he notices me moving away from him.

"Wait, I'm sorry. It wasn't like that-" But I interrupt him, already feeling tears gathering in my eyes.

"So what happened? You act like you don't want any money from me and-" Carl's look becomes frustrated.

"You offered me your money! You said if I matched it, everything would be fine for you." I'm almost speechless, is this all a nightmare?

"Are you serious? I offered it to you because you weren't asking for it. And now I find out it was your plan from the beginning? You just talked to me, just spent time with me to get my money? Who does that?" Frank's voice intervenes.

"I invented the strategy, my dear. It's turning out to be quite useful." But I don't pay attention to him, I just look at Carl.

"Please, I'm sorry. Yes, it was meant that way in the beginning, but it's different now. I-" My tears flow when he admits it and any feeling of happiness disappears. All that remains is betrayal and sadness.

"You what? What am I saying, you were probably happy that I only wanted you in return. I'm such an idiot. You didn't just take my money, you took my first time too!" As he comes towards me, I step back.

"Listen to me, I didnt force you to do all this for me. You wanted it." The more he talks the more desperate I feel and the greater my anger becomes.

"You idiot! I thought you liked me! I thought you finally noticed me too." My sobs get louder and my vision blurs. When he tries to grab my face, I slap him.

"My cue to go. I can see that you're sorting it out between yourselves just fine." Frank's footsteps fading away are nothing compared to the sound of my heart breaking.

"I like you, I really like you. At first it wasn't my intention to start a relationship with you, but then I got to know you and-" Every word that escapes him is only worse.

"Stop talking! You know what the worst thing is that I liked you for so long before you even talked to me. And I thought it was a miracle when you first spoke to me in the libary. I should have listened to the others, you only care about yourself!" I wipe the tears from my cheeks, wishing I could be anywhere but here.

Then before he can say anything, I turn around and run out of the house. But I hear him following me.

"Wait! Don't just walk away, I have to get this straight. Hey!" He catches me, turns me around and holds my tear-stained face in his hands.

"I'm an idiot, I know that. I'm sorry for hurting you. I- God, I love you. You hear me? I love you too. Please stay." But I just shake my head and try to free myself from his grip.

"How do I know if that isn't a lie too? You've betrayed me, I can't talk to you now." When my car pulls up, I get in without turning around. I don't look back, even though his loud curse can be heard throughout the whole neighborhood.

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Your pov

I spend the next few days without saying much, but I cried almost the whole time.

I miss him incredibly, not a day has gone by in the last few months when I haven't seen him and now I've been alone for three days.

I wish he was here, but on the other hand I am so hurt and feel terrible. He is the reason for this.

I wish I had never found out. I wish he had never done it, never lied to me. Didn't use me for money, but worst of all, I don't know if he even likes me.

Today is the first day that I go back to school. Even though I put on make-up, choose a nice outfit and listen to my favorite songs to distract myself, I can only think of him.

His blonde hair, his beautiful eyes, the way his lips felt. How he felt inside me. Then I remember that he loves me and how he finally said it, something I have wanted to hear for so long.

But then I think about what he did and everything feels empty again.

As I enter the school, my friends come to meet me. They already know what happened, they all hug me and I feel a little better.

Until I see him.

And he sees me too. It takes all my effort to avert my gaze. To get my books out of my cupboard, but then I have to stop because he is not standing next to me offering to carry them.

I take it myself, close my door, but before I can go any further, he is standing in front of me. My heart stops. Oh, how his eyes shine.

"Do you need help?" His eyes focus on the books and I have to swallow several times before I can answer.

"No, I have to go to class now." But as I try to walk past him, he stops me.

"You don't answer my texts, you don't call me back. I'm not allowed into your house and you avoid me at school. What can I do? Please tell me what I need to do, so you forgive me." I laugh, but it is without humor.

"What can you do? Move."

I can see his shock, but he still doesn't step aside.

"Can't you hear me? I said-" but he walks toward me until I'm forced to lean my back against the lockers.

His eyes find mine.

"I can't sleep. And when I do, I dream of you. There's a - a hole in my heart that only you can fill. It hurts and I hate not being with you. It's even worse to be here, when you don't look at me the way you usually do. You don't smile at me, God, you don't look like you're in love with me anymore. It's hell."

Tears gather in my eyes, his words are so desperate, it hurts to see him like this.

"Maybe you should have thought about that before you took advantage of me. Before you slept with me." A tear runs down my cheek and I know my mascara is smudging.

"I know, I know. And I feel so bad, I'll do anything to make it right. Just tell me."

When I look into his eyes, my heart also hurts.

"Move, Carl. I can't see you now." This time he lets go of me and I go to class with tears in my eyes.

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Your pov

It's been four weeks since we last spoke, but it doesn't hurt any less to see him. Even if I don't let him talk to me, he doesn't give up.

He puts flowers in my locker, chocolate, and notes full of apologies and sweet promises.

Everything warms my heart, but it still feels like this money thing is unresolved between us. I know now that he likes me, very much in fact, as he makes it clear, but that doesn't change the real problem.

That he used me for my money.

As I leave school that day, I feel exhausted and, as I often do, I wish I had his arms around me.

Holding me tight, his lips kissing me, loving me.

As I wait for my father's car, I suddenly hear his familiar throat clearing. With my heart pounding, I turn around and see him smiling uncertainly at me.

"I know what I had to do and now I've done it. Here." He gives me an envelope and I take it uncertainly.

"Carl, your letters are flattering, but-" He quickly interrupts me.

"No, it's something else. Open it." The deja vu hits me unexpectedly and I slowly open the envelope, the content leaves me speechless.

"What is that supposed to be?" It's rhetorical, but I ask anyway.

"All the money I owe you. What you've kindly given me, I pay it back. Every cent. You can count." He looks so proud, I almost have to laugh.

"How- did you rob a bank?" He grins contentedly at my reaction.

"An old grandma." This time I laugh and he comes closer to me, slowly taking my hands.

"No, seriously. How did you do that?" He looks at me lovingly.

"Working in the kitchen every day after school, I found a part-time job with Fiona. The payment is bad, but it was worth it. I understand that money was the problem and well, that I wasn't honest to you." As I lower the envelope, we look at each other.

"Promise, no more secrets?"

He smiles and suddenly the world is a brighter place.

"Promise, but we continue one of our agreements." I raise my eyebrows questioningly, seeing him grin as he leans toward me, his breath brushing against my lips and he whispers:

"I'll still spend my breaks with you in the janitor's room."

The laughter that escapes me gets interrupted, when his lips meet mine.

[attempt-at-fanfic]

That makes two of us

The sun was coming through the curtains putting a calming light in the room. It however woke up Alex who was none to impressed by it. She stirred awake, the sun annoying her, she turned over and made refuge in the neck of the pilot next to her. Jake was still deep asleep, his arm wrapped around her waist. Alex lay still listening to him breathing and watching his gorgeous face. His face was calm and void of all the arrogance and anxiety it was normally filled with. It was nice seeing him so calm and at peace. He was so beautiful in moments like this.

As if he could sense her watching him, Jake gentle stirred awake. Is eyes still closed he mumbled “Stop staring at me, creep.” She smiled “Not my fault my boyfriend is very pretty.” His eyes opened and Alex got to see the beautiful pools of green and blue. She turned on to her stomach, his arm wrapping tighter around her. She leaned down to him kissing him softly. This was her favourite moments. It was Jake’s too, even though he would ever admit that he enjoy these moments more than the intimate events the night previous that lead up to it. They enjoyed these simple moments together when they could, as their job rarely allowed them.

He then flipped them both over, trapping her under him with his arms at either side of her head, lips still interlocked. He pulled back and looked at her, she looked so beautiful. He then began kissing her neck, trailing along her collar bone up to her ear and along her jaw. He pecked her lips before moving down to her breasts that were begging for attention. He sucked, licked and kissed at them until he got bored and began to move downwards.

Alex was loving every moment of this. She usually did with him. He was the only man she had been with that could make her feel so good so easily. She was in the moment not paying attention to anything other than Jake burying his face in her pussy. She didn’t even hear the sound of her front door opening and slamming shut. Neither of them even heard the sound of Bradley calling for Alex. Not until he was on the stairs did she hear him.

“Fuck, Bradley.” Jake stopped, “Excuse me.” She rolled her eyes “No, Bradley’s here. Fuck. I forgot I said I’d get breakfast with him and dad.” She pushed Jake off her. “Shit” he whisper-yelled. He jumped up desperately trying to getting his underwear and jeans on. Alex had managed to grab a top and pair of jeans to pull on, only to be hit with realisation they left Jakes shirt downstairs. She looked at Jake who seemed to have the same quick realisation after he shoved his jeans on.

“Hey, Alex! Who’s your new male sleepover guest! Better hope Mav knows who he is or he’ll be finding out real soon!” Bradley yelled laughing to himself. He reached the door and, deciding to embarrass her further, he dramatically threw open the door. Only to be meet with Alex dressed and “HANGMAN!” Standing shirtless and with unbuttoned jeans. “WHAT THE HELL?!” Rooster yelled. Alex ushered him outside the room closing the door. Rooster protesting and looking pissed at Jake.

“HANGMAN, ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!” He yelled at her. “Bradley Bradshaw will you keep your voice down.” She scolded him. “Oh you’re right I’m so sorry for shocking you with upset.” He sarcastically replied. She glared at him. “You’re not dating him.” He said shaking his head. “You can’t.” “Well it’s too late” she replied angrily. Rooster sighed. “But why him?” He complained “Hangman’s the worst.

“Hey!” Yelled Jake from behind the door. Alex rolled your eyes. “How long?” He asked. “6 months” she said avoiding his gaze. “6 MONTHS, I MEAN!!…WHAT!…HAVE YOU TOLD MAV.” “Keep your voice down! And no I haven’t.” She glared at him “And it’s going to stay that why.”

“Fine!” Rooster rolled his eyes. “But you could do so much better.” “No I can’t. I like Jake, just deal with that.” She smirked. He huffed “Fine, I’m not ok with this but I’m not gonna argue cause you’re a stubborn bitch.” She smiled at this. “Good, now go wait outside I’ll be down in a minute.” Rooster walked away. “Fine but if it’s longer than a minute then I’m calling Mav and telling!” She rolled her eyes again. “Man child” she mumbled to herself.

The bedroom door opened to a very shirtless and very attractive Jake. “So no quickie before I go.” He smirked. She sighed at him “No you horny bastard.” She leaned against him “But Rooster isn’t amazing at keeping secrets so we might have to tell my dad.” Jake sighed and then leaned in and kissed her deeply. She fell into him as the kiss got more passionate, before hearing the horn of Bradleys truck, informing them that their minute was up. Alex reluctantly pulled away sighing “I’ll be back later, but I’ll text you.”. He smiled “Ill wait here for you, all alone, in you’re bed…possibly naked.” He smirked. “Damn you Jacob.” She whispered before peaking his lips and walking out. He watched her go, smiling to himself.

“That was three minutes.” Rooster said to her as she got in the car. “Yes and tell me Bradley what we could possible do in three minutes.” She said matter of fact. “Hey, I don’t wanna assume shit.” He said. She laughed then turned to him “All seriousness Bradley. He makes me really happy. I really like him.” Rooster sighed and turned her and smiled. “Good. He better or I’ll kill him. I mean it he hurts you at all I’ll-“ “I know you’ll kill him. He knows to that’s why we haven’t you or dad.” She irrupted with. He smiled and backed out of the car park. “Does explain Bagmans behaviour.” He said. “How do you mean?” She questioned. “Well, looking back I feel like an idiot. He was down bad for you the whole time and I didn’t even notice.”

She smilies “That makes two of us.”

[lostonehero]

What remains after eternity

Did you get what I hinted at?

They've been back in New Texas a year. The gods decided to let them relax for a moment as they adjusted their bodies to deage them because, like hell, they would let them die. Thomas is the oldest, only by 6 minutes, who was humming along to a recording of his father. Thankfully, the five of them managed to get a job at this museum while the fucking deities fix the pesky problem of aging. Thankfully slowly so it's not as painful as last time.

"Hey fuckface." Mae comes up from behind slapping the back of Thomas's head. "Did you hear the news?"

Thomas huffs. "Nice to see you too, Sallie Mae." He turns to face his twin. "No? Aren't you with Alex? You know how they get when left alone."

Mae rolls her eyes. "Alex is fine. There's some massive commotion right by the edge of town. Something about a giant ship landing."

"So? It's not as if we don't get no visitors. The museum is popular." Thomas crossed his arms.

A woman runs between them. "Fuck you guys! Fucking shit!"

"Damnit, Janet, I told you to stay with Alex and Trevor!" Mae huffs.

"The ship! The fucking ship!" Janet takes a breath she ran as full pace to them. "It's the fucking Aurora!"

Mae and Thomas stare at her.

"Ex fucking scuse me?" Thomas looked around to the empty museum floor which only happened at closing. "What the fuck do you mean it's the Aurora?"

Mae shakes her head. "No impossible, that ship was destroyed, and dad was the only one left. I don't give a shit what this museum claims. We all fucking know dad left because that inspector came and picked him up. He wouldn't leave for any other reason."

"Mae's right. The gods would have to get involved to make him leave. If it's him I'm eating my fucking hat." Thomas huffs. "Might as well see what the fucking hype is."

Janet scoffs. "I know damn well what I saw, Tommy. We've seen the impossible." She starts to head back, and her two older siblings follow.

.......

"So what is this important thing you want to share with us?" Nastya raised her brow.

Jonny stares into the curious crowd that has formed about their ship. "You'll realize once I take you there." He frowns and reaches out to hold Tim's hand. "It's not exactly something I have ever shared. I don't even think this museum they built has that information."

"Sad?" Tim's voice was quiet as he was relearning to talk.

"Bittersweet." Jonny sighs. "I'm happy it happened. I'm not happy how it ended."

Tim nodded seemingly understanding, but it was hard to tell as he regained more of himself it was a very slow process.

"Sand Skipper, whatever it is, we'll all be here for you." Valerie ruffles her hair as she steps out barefooted on the burning hot sand.

Marius pats Jonny's shoulder. "I wonder what your museum is like. Did you tell them to call you captain?"

Jonny elbows Marius, but there's a smile on his lips. "Fuck you. I ain't as full of myself as you."

Lyf chuckles, pulling Marius out of the ship. "For once this is a moment I can appreciate my species is practically extinct. I would die from the embarrassment alone for having a museum dedicated to myself."

"I would love that inspector. It would be my personal sanctuary." Marius's nose bleeds red as Lyf punches him in the face, but there was a slight green tinge. "Oho, are you flirting?"

"Fucking shit Jonny look at what you started." Ashes snickers. "Also, your shadow has already wandered off into the sands."

Jonny blinks, staring at the spot Tim was in. "How the fuck does he do that?"

"My theory is the plants." Carmillia sighs. "Mostly because I literally don't understand how they work."

Raphealla tugs Carmillia along. "He still doesn't know what it means to make noise."

Jonny shakes his head. "Ivy?"

"I'm going to grab every book they have on you." Ivy says quietly, walking out of the ship.

"Of course you are." Jonny shakes his head and is the last one to leave Aurora. Brian left silently, giving him a hug. He should probably find Tim first before he shows everyone the memorial cave.

........

"Like Jonny." Tim's voice was incredibly soft.

Trevor and Alex both shriek in surprise.

"Fucking shit. How the in the world did you sneak up on us?" Trevor rubs his face. "Wait fuck me, you're Gunpowder Tim."

"Just Tim." Tim tilts his head staring at the two.

Alex was the odd one with both a male and female set of horns and mixed features, but she obviously takes after Jonny, both of them do. "Ok, just Tim, what are you doing?"

"Look like Jonny." Tim seems to be studying them.

"Right, well, we should." Alex looks to Trevor, who just shrugs. "Why are you here?" They try to ask again.

Tim tilted his head. "Museum."

Trevor raised a brow. "You mean the D'ville museum?"

Tim nodded his head and smiled. "Husband museum."

"He does view you as his partner." Trevor smiles softly. "Alright, you're lucky we work there."

"Yeah we'll show - what the fuck!" Alex slaps Tim's hand off their tail. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Don't get lost." Tim pauses and frowns. "Don't want to get lost."

Alex takes a breath. Something was clearly wrong with him. They knew better than to pry, and he seemed actually scared to get lost. They groan and hold their tail out. "No pulling."

Tim lights up. "Ok!"

Trevor raised his brow at his sibling. "Seriously?"

"Oh fuck off something is clearly wrong with him." Alex huffs. "Besides, there has to be a reason they're here. He can't be the only one on the ship."

"Well, I know that, but still." Trevor sighs. "I know that's a sensitive issue for you. I can just let him grab mine."

"No, it's fine." Alex crosses their arms as they move forward. "He's obviously way too out of it to truly hurt me, and I can defend myself. You're here too, so I'm not worried."

Both look back at Tim who seems completely unaware that they are talking about him.

"Right.... yeah, I really don't think he's a threat. Also, what's up with the greenery?" Trevor looked over Tim, who was wearing a sleeveless version of his trench coat and jorts. He didn't have shoes on and both knee that human feet aren't made for the blazing sand.

"I have no clue. Anyway, we're here." Alex stops, and Tim nearly crashes into them.

Tim points at the building. "Museum?"

Trevor nods. "Yeah, this is the museum. Hopefully, Thomas is here to figure this out, or even Mae."

"Janet fucked off before this ass showed up, so I highly doubt she would be help." Alex turns and yelps in shock.

"Jolly Good, You Made Friends Tim." A wooden being in uniform salutes.

"Hi TS." Tim waves.

"I thought dad made that up." Trevor blinks.

"Mae told us she saw it, but I didn't believe her." Alex shakes their head.

"Nastya Asked Me To Find You On Behalf Of Jonny." TS grins.

Trevor and Alex stare at each other.

"Da- D'ville is here?" Trevor stares at the wooden creature.

"Husband is here." Tim smiles. "I went faster than him."

"You Share Similar Features To Jonny." TS marches forward. "Keep Up Timothy. We Have Much To See."

Alex rushed forward. "W-wait, we work here. We can show you guys around."

"Jolly Good." TS smiles.

Trevor clears his throat. "We can start at the beginning and move from there. It's a lot, so please do follow along and stay close."

Tim nods and holds onto his tail.

Alex mumbling. "Ok, he does that to everyone. I feel less gross now."

.......

"Hey." Ashes stood over the three talking among each other who were looking at Aurora.

Thomas spins around. "Hello!" He glares at his sister's who giggle at him.

Ashes looks to Nastya next to them and raised a brow.

"Don't look at me. You wanted to ask the locals." Nastya rolls her eyes. "I wanted to know what they were planning with Aurora."

Mae snickers with Janet.

"Fuck off both of you." Thomas huffs and his tail lashes behind him. "We ain't doing shit to your ship."

"Not that he can. Ass can't even figure out how to fix a table." Janet snickers.

"He fucking set a toy set on fire." Mae starts to laugh. "There wasn't even any electricity."

Thomas groans. "You both are fucking useless. I'm going back to work."

Ashes smirks. "Where you work, kid?"

"The fuck you calling a kid?" Thomas narrows his gaze at both who are clearly much taller than him.

"You obviously." Nastya rolls her eyes.

The two women stop laughing.

"Relax, Thomas, we ain't here for trouble. We work at the D'ville museum." Mae sighs. "Most foreigners always stop there when they visit anyhow."

Janet shrugs. "We can show you both if you want. It's nothing spectacular if you don't enjoy history." She nudges Thomas.

"Yeah, yeah." Thomas cracks his neck relaxing. "What are you guys even doing in New Texas? It's not exactly a great tourist trap. Most species can't handle the heat."

"I'm normally cold, so this is a much needed change." Nastya smiles. "Why talk so lowly of this museum? I've heard many amazing things D'ville has done to this planet."

"Because it ain't special." Thomas rolls his eyes and marches forward. "We know for a fact that D'ville never wanted a museum and wanted his legacy to fade to dust."

"As everything dies except him." Mae continues. "What's the point of saving it if death forgets you?"

"The people should be smart enough to not fuck up and repeat past mistakes." Janet has a small smile. "And if not, burn it down and start again."

Ashes hums. "Have you practiced that?"

Thomas snorts. "It's a bedtime story. We grew up on them."

"It ain't nothing." Mae clicks her tongue. "The people here will tell you the same shit."

"If yer local the memorial is where you actually visit to be respectful not the fucking museum." Janet crossed her arms. "Everyone should know that."

"They ain't local." Mae elbows her. "Besides, I highly doubt they want to visit a graveyard."

"They could be into that." Thomas shrugs.

"We are not." Nastya says as curiosity eats at them.

"You literally fuck Aurora." Ashes scoffs.

"And?" Nastya rolls her eyes as they reach the museum.

Valerie was outside smoking, seemingly waiting for Jonny to join her. "Everyone else is inside minus my boy. It seems the tour guides have drummed up quite the spectacular show." She looks up, staring past Nastya and Ashes. She nearly drops her cigarette. She easily covers her shock and takes a deep inhale, and blows out smoke.

"Fucking shit they promised no grand shows without us." Thomas rushed in leaving his sisters behind.

"He always gets pissy when he can't lead." Mae chuckles. "However, it's been a while since we've put on a show."

"A show?" Ashes looks bemused.

"Stories, tales to be told, history laid out to behold." Janet motions with her arms. "Entertaiment for the gods and beyond."

"Weather you believe it or not, it happened, and history bares the ugly true of time." Mae continues. "So welcome to the tragic show, and even with endless time, happy endings are near impossible to find. So sit, relax, and don't leave till the tales are finished." She chuckles. "We should probably join them. You three are welcome to watch." She grabs Janet's hand.

"Yeah, come on, it's always good fun." Janet smiles and heads inside with her sister.

Nastya blinks as shock washes over her. "I... you.... they..."

"No fucking way." Ashes stares mouth agape.

Valerie smiles. "I'm a grandmother." She heads to the door. "My sisters are going to be pissed they refused to come."

.......

Jonny frowns as he enters a cave just a ways off from the museum. Something was wrong. This place shouldn't have been touched. He set traps that he knows would last thousands of years. He made his way deeper into the cave to find the memorials. What he didn't expect was to find it to be lived in.

At each of the names he carved lay a makeshift bed. There was a collection of personal items by each bed. And Jonny felt his breath catch in his throat as he saw items that he knew he gave to his children. There was a banner hanging that read. "God's are letting us rest but won't let us fucking die. Our humble home."

Jonny can feel tears stream down his cheeks. They were alive, they vanished because of some bored deities fucks, but they were still alive. The stuff.... oh fuck the stuff. It was worn, yes, but from use, not abandoned time. Oh fuck that means.... he had to get to the museum.

........

The crowd goes wild as the five finish.

"See, I told you." Thomas smiles wide.

"Told us what? We were doing fine without you." Alex rolls their eyes.

Trevor sighs. "You guys weren't even here at the start." He motions to the crowd. "They came without you."

"You wish pea brain." Mae sticks out her tongue. "Ain't that right, Jan.... where did Janet go?"

Thomas scans over the crowd and shrugs. "Who knows, probably to get snacks or something. She's the motherly one."

"No, that's you." Trevor playfully tugs his horns.

"Maybe she just had to fucking pee? Don't make a big deal about it." Alex sighs. "Speaking of which, what bathroom am I feeling today?"

"They aren't even divided by gender." Mae scoffs.

"Oh fuck off." Alex snickers.

Valerie approaches the four. "That was quite impressive."

Thomas pulls to the front. "Thank you, ma'am. We've had a lot of practice."

"I can tell. What's your name, young man?" Valerie smiles.

"Thomas, my twin sister is Sallie Mae, but she goes by Mae."

Mae waves and smiles seemingly studying Valerie.

"Next is Alex. Their full name is Alexander, but they perfer Alex."

Alex smiles and nudges Mae. "It's rude to stare."

"She looks like dad." Mae whispers back.

Alex pauses as their eyes widen. "Bullshit."

"After that would be Janet, but she slipped away, and the youngest is Trevor, but he happens to be the tallest, which compared to other species isn't tall." Thomas chuckles.

Trevor shrugs. "I don't need to be tall. I just need to be taller than you asshat."

Thomas pushes him. "Oh, shut up."

......

"You are way too big for me to carry you." Jonny says but still holds his daughter in his arms. "Do you guys like to give me a heart attack?"

"Can't you've got a ticker." Janet giggles through happy tears burying her face in her father's shoulder.

Jonny chuckles. "Oh, you've got my wit still. Where are your siblings, you little monster."

"Ah! You missed us performing." Janet, let's go and stands. "Dad, holy shit we have so much to tell you. The gods are a bunch of fucks but that doesn't matter."

Jonny sighs. "Use the bathroom first."

"I don't have to."

"Yes, you do. Why else would you split off?" Jonny gives a knowing look as his daughter stomps off to the bathroom and returns after she finishes.

"Don't look so smug." Janet huffs.

"I'm allowed to be smug. I'm your father, and I'm right." Jonny chuckles as Janet hugs him again.

"Yeah, yeah." Janet grabs her father's hand, and they run off to the main showroom.

Valerie was talking to Alex. "Your horns are quite impressive."

"Oh, thank you, it's not that impressive. I merely identify as both of our parts yaknow how it goes, our bodies adapt." Alex shrugs.

"Oh, I understand. I just never seen such a perfect example like yourself." Valerie chuckles as Alex lights up red.

"W-well, thank you." Alex goes to ask about Valerie's scars when a loud crack silents the room.

Thomas was laughing as he shook his head. He ran full force, and his horns collided with his father's. "Fuck." He stops and pulls Jonny into a tight hug.

"Still got that thick skull of yours." Jonny chuckles, patting his back. "Come on..." He stops as that crack alerted the others, and he lay under the co.bined weight of his five kids. He chuckles. "Aren't you lot a bit too old for this?"

The five giggle.

Valerie walks over and smiles. "Seems like you've got your hands full, my little Sand Skipper."

Jonny manages to squirm out from underneath. "Alright, spawns line up." He smiles wide, watching his kids scramble to their feet and line up in age order. His crew was behind him, curious, waiting with baited breath. "These are my children, different parents obviously, but they are all mine don't have those marks anymore but ya know."

"Five times." Valerie smiles and pats her son's back.

"No three times, these two fucks decided to fight for first place." Jonny points to Thomas and Sallie Mae.

"I won." Thomas chuckles until Mae elbows him in the stomach.

"That's what you get for bragging." Jonny smiles. "Ain't ya learn to be humble by now?"

"He ain't." Trevor snickers.

"He's just a mother hen." Janet smiles.

"Eh I told you fucks to take turns." Jonny crosses his arms never losing his smile. He shakes his head and turns. "These are my kids. Apparently, the gods have taken a liking to them and refuse to let them die. Guess we got that in common. Don't you say a fucking word you awful cunt of a doctor."

Carmillia opens her mouth, and no words come out as Valerie puts away her smoking gun.

"Again, you have to teach me how to shoot that quick." Jonny shakes his head. "Anyway, this is my mother, the actual first mechanism, and your grandmother. And this is my crew, and a former space cop."

"Asshole." Lyf mumbles with no real bite still in shock from the fact Jonny has children, and they love him. Also, the fact that apparently he gave birth to them, he was in no way prepared to learn that about the man.

"That is Lyfrassir Edda, as you know from the bifrost, and Yog Sogoth special little man." Jonny snickers.

"Again you're a fucking dick." Lyf rolls his eyes. "How the fuck did you even have kids?"

"New Texans are a hermaphrodite species. We have both working sexes. Our horns present on what gender we prefer." Alex raised a brow like this was common knowledge. "How long have you've been traveling with my dad?"

"Wow, there a bunch of yous." Nastya smiles. "I like them."

"That is Nastya." Jonny smiles. "Next is Ashes. They can tell you how to run an empire and hoard gold for tax purposes."

Ashes tips their hat. "You're going to have to teach me how to do that smokey eye, Trevor."

"It's actually genetic, but thanks?" Trevor shrugs.

Jonny sighs. "Their asking how you get your eye markings to pop."

"Ohhhhh yeah I i can teach you." Trevor nods.

"I want to test all of them." Raphaella is held back by Lyf from going forward.

"I will gut you." Jonny scowls. "That's Raphaella. Stay away from her lab. Yes, Mae, you can stab her if she tries anything, but no biting."

Mae crosses her arms. "That just ruins the fun of it."

"That goes for Marius as well. He is actually poisonous, and it will kill you." Jonny points to Marius who waves.

"Is that the same Marius that made you grow mushrooms in your mouth?" Thomas asks, looking over at Marius.

"Yes." Marius smiles

"Weird." Thomas hums, and Marius deflates.

Lyf snickers.

"Now the one with red hair and not at all suited for this environment is Ivy. She's going to probably steal your journals." Jonny shrugs.

"I will give them back after they are uploaded to my archive." Ivy replies emotionless.

"I Am The Toy Soilder." TS salutes.

"You're still as creepy as ever." Mae frowns.

"Thank You." TS smiles.

"Our pilot, drumbot Brian, who is now not entirely metal but bio metal due to the gods keeping him as a pet." Jonny motions to Brian, who waves.

"Do you still have the switch?" Janet smiles with curiosity.

"No?" Brian raised a concerned brow.

"Damn, that would have been cool." Jannet snaps her fingers.

"And finally, this is Tim, my husband. He's still recovering, but he can talk again and answers to his name." Jonny smiles softly as he could at Tim.

Tim smiles. "Babies?"

"Tim, they're adults." Jonny sighs. "It's a."

"Your babies." Tim seems to correct himself.

Jonny seems to light up. "Yes, they are my babies. Tim's recovering, as you can see, there isn't anything quite like human cruelty." He pauses. "You fucks can move I ain't your keeper."

Jonny's kids giggle and begin to crowd around Jonny.

......

"What happened to Tim?" Mae sat next to her father.

Jonny frowns and leans back in his seat. Tim was sitting with Trevor and Janet. Alex was talking to Ashes, and Thomas was in a debate with Lyf and Marius. "As I said, humans are cruel creatures. He's recovering from the removal of toxins and uranium removed from his brain, preventing it from properly healing for thousands of years. He's slowly regaining his memory, and Raphealla just gave him back his voice, but it's not.... I'm trying to adjust and wait."

Mae leaned on her father's shoulder. "That sounds like something you hate."

"Well, I've changed. I fell in love with you guys first."Jonny smiles softly.

"I think marriage is supposed to come before kids." Mae elbows, Jonny who chuckles.

"Since when do we ever do anything properly?" Jonny sighs. "So is what Janet said true? These deities really stopping you guys from aging and dying?"

Mae nods. "Yeah, picked us off as soon as however turned 25. That's why we disappeared." She frowns. "For what it's worth, none of us wanted to leave."

"Well, kids are supposed to branch out from their parents." Jonny smiles, brushing a stray lock out of Mae's face.

"Since when do we ever do things the normal way?" Mae smiles back gently, headbutting her father.

"I suppose you're correct." Jonny smiled, pulling her into a half hug. "So tell me of your travels."

"I think the weirdest thing was seeing a you before us. Also TS is really fucking creepy. The gods don't excatly care about timelines." Mae smiles. "You were a real violent prick."

"Of course I was." Jonny hums. "And TS grows on you."

"I don't like that." Mae makes a face.

Jonny chuckles.

........

Tim was following Alex around, not saying anything, but it was obvious what he was doing. He was humming something that only made sense to him.

Alex sighs and stops, and Tim crashes into them but doesn't fall. "Why are you following me? Look, dad already explained whatever is going on with you, and I get that it sucks but why are you following me?" They growl.

Tim tilts his head. "Jonny's baby." He points at Alex.

"Yes, Jonny is my father." Alex pauses watching Tim get frustrated. "That isn't what you meant." They sigh. "Come on ill help you find my dad."

"No." Tim crosses his arms, and the vines seem to move and twist. "I'm Jonny's husband."

"Yes, and I'm happy for you two. Haven't seen dad happy with someone in a long time. Or, like ever, to be honest." Alex raised their brow as Tim grabbed their shoulders.

"My babies now?" Tim stares down at them.

Alex pauses a moment for it to register. They smile softly. "Oh, dad doesn't like to share."

"My babies?" Tim seems to be getting excited.

"Sure, why not? Second dad, then I uh Whoa." Alex breaks out into a wide grin as Tim picks them up.

"My baby now!" Tim grins walking off carrying Alex.

Alex is giggling as Tim carrys them into the next room.

Thomas raised a brow, spotting the two. "So what's up with that?"

Brian pauses and follows his gaze. "I really don't know, but they both look happy."

Thomas sighs, approaching Tim and Alex. "What did y- fuck."

Tim has adjusted Alex on one shoulder and put Thomas on his other shoulder. "Babies."

Alex starts to laugh.

Thomas red faced. "W-what? Put me down!"

Brian can't help but smile. "Hey, Tim what are you doing?"

"Jonny's babies, now my babies." Tim smiles brightly.

Alex laughed harder.

Thomas groans. "I appreciate that you want to take us in, but we are adults and just put us down. We have a dad already."

"My babies now!" Tim grins. "Gonna collect."

Brian sighs and smiles. "Tim you can't carry all of them."

"Babies!" Tim marches forward.

"I don't think that will stop him." Alex sighs.

"This is humiliating." Thomas groans.

Brian follows them along. "I, for one, want to see how this goes."

Trevor snickers spotting the three. "Oh, are you two in time out? This is fu- Ugh." He lets out a soft groan being thrown on top of Thomas. "What the fuck?"

"One of us!" Alex giggles.

Thomas sighs. "You are way to fucking happy with this."

"Babies!" Tim giggles, not slowing down in the slightest.

"I... is this how humans adopt?" Trevor sounded incredibly confused.

"The fuck if I know, but dad's gonna be pissed, and I for one can't wait to see that." Alex chuckles. "I think he thinks that we're his now because he's married to dad."

"So that means he's going to carry us?" Trevor huffs.

"To be fair, I thought he would collapse by now. Dad always talked about how skinny he was well is." Thomas sighs.

"If he collapses, we're going on top of him." Trevor sighs. "Oh hey Brian."

Brian waves. "I want to see where this goes."

"All aboard second dad train!" Alex pumps their fist, not paying attention as Janet is scooped up and on top of her. "Fuck."

"Hey guys, so why are we being carried?" Janet hums, holding down a bag of chips. "Want some?"

"Why are you fine with this?" Thomas huffs.

Janet shrugs the best she can in her position. "I know Tim's mind isn't all back, and he seems happy. Also, I can't wait to hear what dad has to say about this."

"Am I the only sane one here!?" Thomas groans.

Trevor chuckles. "You're just anti fun."

"Am not. He's going to hurt himself." Thomas sighs. "Just because they can't die doesn't mean they can't get hurt."

"To be fair to Tim, he hasn't actually broken a sweat, let alone stop." Brian muses.

"Tim hasn't sto - Ah." Mae barely has a chance to register as Tim scoops her up. "Why are we being carried?"

"Babies are mine now!" Tim smiles wide.

"That doesn't really explain this." Mae blinks in a bridal carry.

"Tim married dad, so he is claiming us as his own kids or babies." Thomas rolls his eyes.

"I honestly thought he would collapse with two of us." Alex grabs the chips from Janet.

"I wonder how much he can actually carry now." Trevor muses.

The sound of Valerie laughing is heard. She is cackling bent over.

Jonny stares. "Tim put my children down."

"My babies!" Tim smiles wide.

"First, they're adults." Jonny sighs. "And they aren't yours." He shrieks when Tim grabs him with a vine and holds him up as well.

"All mine!" Tim smiles.

Valerie laughs harder.

"Fucking put me down! For fucks sake Tim." Jonny huffs.

"No." Tim hums.

Jonny's kids start laughing.

Brian takes a few photos.

:Aurora chat:

Brian posted a picture.

Ashes: When the fuck did Tim get shredded?

Ivy: This is actually cute.

Lyf: That's really adorable.

Marius: now I miss my kids

Lyf: you had children?

Ashes: What the fuck

Marius: I adopted, and they died in the civil war regardless kids went first yaknow taken out and shot.

Nastya: That's really depressing

Lyf: I'm gonna find you now.

Raphealla: that's really fucked up.

Ashes: yeah fuck it I'm joining you two fuckheads

Brian: the more I learn about your life on your homeworld the more I want to blow up an actual planet like Tim.

Valerie posted a picture of Tim with all of Jonny's kids and Jonny on top laying on top of him.

Valerie: All my children in one place. Also, Marius, I'll make you some stew with a nice warm mug of tea.

Marius: fuck yeah stew

TS: I Have Joined The Pile.

......

"So I've been meaning to talk to you." Thomas leans against the wall of the cave. "You're Yog Sogoth acolyte, or whatever you call yourself."

Lyf furrows his brows. "What?"

Thomas raised a brow. "The god picked you and made you immortal. You're not the only one of them yaknow. We're actually waiting for them to be fair. Think this is the first time they've dropped us off here to deage us slowly? Nothing but toys to those fucks but eh we got to see our father again so it ain't that bad. Real tempted to take his offer to join yaknow, but someone has to keep the four others from killing each other."

"There's others like me?" Lyf blinks stunned.

"Yeah, did you think there was only one god? I mean fuck there's the god killer running around the stars and you think there's only one? Fuck I would kill to meet the god killer." Thomas shakes his head. "Can't reverse what's been done yaknow, you'll be alive till the end of time itself, so will everyone else. Hopefully, the gods keep us around. We can spend that end with our dad."

"God killer?" Lyf frowns. "There's a person like that?"

"I know it's a woman, but besides that, she's impossible to track, but the gods adore her even with a name like hers." Thomas sighs. "So what are your plans for eternity?"

"Figure out what the fuck it means to be an acolyte." Lyf frowns. "Stay with Marius and the others. How long do you guys stay here?"

Thomas shrugs. "It really depends on how old we are when we are dropped off. We were in our 70s, and now we are approaching 25 again. Normally, the others are here within the first decade to chill and spend time on New Texas while they wait for us to deage."

"What's it like getting older?" Lyf crosses his arms.

"Peaceful. I like the gray hairs I get, but it never lasts." Thomas motions to head back deeper into the cave. "Come on, we've got enough stuff. You guys can stay here with us as long as you like instead of going back to Aurora."

Lyf nods and follows him deeper into the cave.

Jonny is nodding off next to Janet and Mae. Tim was using his legs as a pillow. Marius was on the other side. He made a nest of the blankets and pillows he was given. Valerie was reading a story quietly to Trevor and Alex, who were doing their best to stay awake to listen.

"Lyf, join me." Marius whines. "You belong in my nest."

Thomas raised a brow.

"Don't ask, his species apparently nests when expecting or in heats, and he has been doing that for that past decade and can't explain why his behavior changed. Raphaella thinks it's his body healing, mistaking it with child, or he's horny. At this point, I can't tell you the answer either." Lyf sighs.

"Huh, I thought our friends were the fucking weird ones." Thomas pauses. "I really thought dad was exaggerating."

Lyf shakes his head, heading close to Marius, and he is grabbed and put in the nest. Marius is purring loudly latched onto Lyf.

Thomas wanted to ask healing from what, but he decided that's a question for tomorrow.

.......

Hands nudge Jonny. He huffs and screws his eyes shut tighter. "Is anyone dying?"

"Well, no.. but." Mae stops.

"Is anyone violently ill?" Jonny sighs.

"Well, maybe." Mae pauses.

Jonny sits up, raising a brow. "The fuck you mean may-" his ears twitch finally hearing a soft haunting melody from a violin. He could feel his stomach drop and bile rise in his throat. "Mae, wake your siblings and get them out."

"Dad?"

"Sallie Mae, listen to me. Wake up your siblings and get out of this fucking cave." Jonny's tone didn't leave room for am argument as Mae rushed off waking everyone.

Besides quiet confusion, one glance at their father made them line up and out of the cave.

Tim sat up, confused. "Violin?"

Jonny watched Lyf slowly wake up. He rubbed his eyes.

"Marius, I told you this is an awful way to wake me up, especially after everything I told you." Lyf yawns nudging Marius.

Marius stops playing and smiles, staring at Lyf. "Hello there, I'm Marius Von Raum. Who are you?"

Lyf swallows. "Marius, this isn't funny."

"Do I know you?" Marius pauses. "I'm waiting for my friends."

"No, no, no. No!" Lyf snaps as a rainbow static fills the cavern, killing every living thing in its path.

Jonny wakes up to singed clothes, and thankfully, nothing else is ruined, there wasn't even blood stains. "Hello?"

A haunting violin begins to play.

The sound of Lyf crying is heard. "F-fuck. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't mean to... Marius, I'm sorry. I'll wait for you. I'll wait for you like always."

Tim tilted his head. "Marius is sick."

Jonny nods. "Yeah, he is." He gets up. "Come on, I have to make sure my kids didn't get caught in the crossfire."

Tim nods and grabs his tail, and follows him out.

.......

Valerie raised her brow. "Why are you five up and outside at this time in the morning?"

"Why are you?" Alex retorts.

"Nightmare, and to use the bathroom." Valerie crossed her arms. "Now tell me again why are you out here?"

"I woke up dad because Marius was playing his violin and didn't stop. Dad told us to leave, and so we're waiting." Mae sighs.

Valerie frowns. "Shit." She lights up a cigarette. "Lyf isn't going to handle this well."

"What do you mean?" Janet raised a brow before jumping back as a rainbow static shoots out of the cave, thankfully not hitting any of them.

"That mostly." Valerie sighs. "Lyf has no control of his powers when strong emotions take hold, and he's been practicing using his powers as well. I ain't certain, but Marius probably is gone again."

Trevor frowns. "He did mention something about a bioweapon."

Everyone is silent as Jonny stumbles out with Tim. The haunting violin follows the two as Lyf is directing Marius to exit.

[antiendovents]

*buries face in pillow and screams* ok I'm sorry for that message lol evalynn took control and I'm still making sure she didn't fuck up anything on my computer but lol yeah. don't worry I'm not mad at her just kinda embarrassed. I love her but she is a headache sometimes (affectionately). she also gets attached to people very quickly sorry lol (evalynn if you read this i love you its ok I'm not mad just um remember to wait five minutes before you make a decision to see if it still sounds like a good idea but I promise its fine)

anyway um yeah. Eva wants to change her name to sunny, short for sunflower. shell probably go by both (Eva and sunny) depending on the mood.

I'm doing well! I took my brother and his friend to the museum. it was nice. I like my brother very much, he's a pretty good human. hbu?

we (system 'we' now, not brother 'we') talked to another alter we don't talk to often. shes pretty uhhh stressy depressy. evalynn doesn't like her very much because she reminds evalynn of her (evalynn's) worse moments. Eva prefers to stay away, but shes politely pleasant to her. Saturn gets her best I think. she (stressy depressy alter) has done a lot for me cus she basically keeps a lot of our sadness and trauma and she helped us a lot when we were having a depressive episode last year cuz that's basically her default mode, but we all are trying very hard to make sure she stays pretty quiet because we don't want to feel like that. I feel kinda bad for making her keep all of this, but I cant help without getting hurt too. yeah. she goes by Dark (may change her name later, she doesn't wanna reveal her real name), btw. rn shes using she/her, but sometimes its he/him or they/them.

sooo yeah. that's us. Eva is feeling lovely rn. I'm just chilling. saturn is lying facedown on the floor listening to music. (saturn is overstimulated and tired). evalynn is building a dollhouse from blocks she painted pink.

update: Saturn is no longer listening to music. Saturn is imagining music. dad stole our spotify. (-Eva/sunny)

we think were gonna make another blog for a headmate named רונה. (if you google translate this name pls don't share it this is my irl name and its very personal to me but this alter doesn't like going by anything but that name). she speaks only Hebrew, and some very bad English, so that's gonna be fun. I suppose she could speak English cuz we share the same brain and all but it makes her feel like throwing up so she doesn't. anyway. she wants to say hi.

שלום!!!!! השם שלי רונה!!!!! רוצים ליהיות חברות??? להיתרות!!!!! י

so yeah that was her. btw what she said was "hello!!!!! my name is רונה!!!!! wanna be friends??? See you later/bye!!!!" that last part deosnt translate too well to english but yeah. anyway. ttyl! byeeeeeee!!! <333

-🌌🌠 system (cuz r still doesn't have an emoji code lol) (oh hey Saturn. feeling better?) (hey. yeah, thx.) (awesome. <333) (<3)

its fine! We found the message quite sweet! And we get it, some of us get attached easily too! I hope she didn't mess anything up on the computer, that wouldn't be great!

Also sunflower / sunny is a great name !! :D we have an alter named sunny, kind of. He only lets his best friend call him it though-

We're glad you're doing well and that sounds pretty fun! We're personally okay, trying desperately to salvage our sleep schedule lol

Also that is interesting, I'm glad Dark managed to help you guys get through that and I understand why you'd feel bad but I want you to know it's not your fault. Alters have roles and even if it's unfavorable someone has to do it. Just make sure she knows y'all are grateful (that's the only advice I can give as an alter with a similar kind of job lol). Don't try help her if it hurts, wait until you're in a safe environment and able to do to so (preferably wait until you have a therapist, if you don't have one already (if you do wait until you can manage a session about it, this kind of stuff is best done with a professional, though if y'all do try healing by yourselves we won't judge either))

It's good that Eva is feeling good, hah I said good twice lol. I hope Saturn is doing okay and that Evalynn is having fun!

Also that's fair enough. We have some alters that are uncomfortable with the English language too, though we don't know any other language (not fluently anyways) so they usually just end up not speaking at all or making animal sounds-

And hi! We'd love to be friends and bye! :3

[menacingdino]

Weirdest greatest phone call

Inspired by this post !

chap one — [ao3]

Steve living with El was.. Weird.

He’d assimilated some but her moving things around in her sleep with her mind was still a fresh feeling. And the three AM Eggo trips. He heard the toaster and knew it was his moment to be a big brother and give her emotional support.

Oh yeah, they’re kind of siblings. Steve got kicked out for his “sinful acts” (being gay). Then Hopper found him on his doorstop one day.

“Hey, um, I’m sorry but.. Can I stay for the night? I got no where to go.” He mumbled and stuttered in the rainy night. And soon that night became seven nights. To three weeks. To many months. To a fucking year with the sheriff and his quiet daughter. Which ended with Hopper going to court to legally adopt Steve. And fuck, his parents agreeing did hurt. But now he has a real dad. And a real sibling.

So a lot changed. The only consistency being his best friend Robin and his family video job.

Which was now being interrupted by a call.

“Hello, family video.”

“Hey, Steve.” His dads voice surprises him.

“Hopper? Are you okay? Aren’t you working?”

“Yeah, yeah all is good but listen,” Steve sighs, “I’ve got a 17 year old in the back of my car right now and he’s your type.” Absolute silence.

“What?”

“Yeah I showed him your picture and he thinks you’re cute, I also gave him your number.” All of Steve’s blood rushes to his face. Good God why is his dad like this.

“Dad!! Stop giving my number to random guys!”

“This is the weirdest greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.” The kid said loud enough for Hopper to hear but not Steve.

“C’mon he’s nice; for a criminal.” He mumbles that last part. “I’ll pay for you guys to go get McDonald’s or something.” Steve can see Hoppers face right now, brows furrowed with that ‘I’m your dad I know best’ look.

“McDonalds is.. A horrible date idea.” Steve chuckles. “But— Whatever I’m working and so are you. Bye.”

“Alright alright. Bye, love ya.” Steve says it back still having to get used to the affection. He hangs up before pinching his nose. At least he’s accepting?

“What?” Robin peered over Steve’s shoulder.

“My dad set me up with another criminal in his car.” He shakes his head as Robin cackles.

“Dude, you are lucky!” She pushes his shoulder, “accepting dad reeling in the bad boys.” She wags her eyebrows.

——

So it seems like Steve has a date. He tells himself he doesn’t care, he’s not going; but he’s still fixing his hair and wondering about wether or not his outfit is good enough.

“I’m home!” Hopper yells and Steve can hear El run over. But Steve’s still too busy frowning at himself in the mirror.

“C’mon, kid, you gotta get goin I told him you’d be there at 6.” Hopper reminds him leaning on the doorframe. Steve just groans and drags himself to the car.

“You have fun now! Be safe! Wrap it up!” Hopper yells out the door making Steve hit his head so hard against the steering wheel in embarrassment it honks.

——

Steve fidgets with his jacket at the Olive Garden table waiting for this mystery boy to show up. And then he shows up and God, his dad was right. This boy is his type.

He can’t even get himself to say hi back because he’s too busy staring.

“Um.. Hello?” The guy waves his hand in front of Steve’s face.

“Oh! Hi.” Steve finally snaps back to reality. “Um, I’m Steve.”

“Hey, I’m Eddie.” The guy— Eddie, gives Steve this kinda dorky grin. Steve’s gonna have a heart attack in the middle of this Olive Garden.

And fuck he has no clue what to say. But Eddie beats him to it.

“You’re probably wondering what I did.” Eddie says what Steve wasn’t gonna dare to. He shrugs. “I was just selling some weed.” He half way whispers. “Promise I’m not dangerous or anything.” Steve giggles a little.

“Well that’s good. I mean I didn’t think my dad would do all.. That if you were like charged with assault or something.” Oh my god Steve why would you bring up your dad.

“No, yeah, he seems cool by the way— For a cop.” Politics on the first date, very cool Ed. “Never had a cop set me up on a date with their handsome son.” He leans forward a little. And Steve is blushing, he’s never felt so easily flustered with anyone else.

“Well this may be his best pick so far.” Steve says.

“Oh so I’ve got competition?” Eddie tilts his head.

“Barely.” They are far too close now in public; but all Steve can think about is the big brown eyes that are in front of him. Eddie just hums and Steve can swear he sees his eyes drops to Steve’s lips.

The waiter comes with water and the two practically jump back getting a very suspicious look from her.

“…. Water?”

“Yes please.” Eddie says looking everywhere but the people near him. “I’m fucking parched.” He says the last part under his breath.

——

“Thanks for the dinner, Steve.” He hadn’t noticed until now that they were standing outside the restaurant Eddie was quite shorter. Looking up at Steve through dark curly eyelashes; he’s pretty like a girl.

“Yeah I enjoyed it.” Steve’s grin is giddy and almost innocent. They share kind looks in comfortable silence before moving to their respective cars.

——

“So?” Hopper grins into his coffee cup; much too late for coffee.

“It was good..” Steve can feel the blush on his face and he just sneaks into his room before he can endure further questioning. Screaming into his pillow and kicking legs.

“It was good..” Steve can feel the blush on his face and he just sneaks into his room before he can endure further questioning. Screaming into his pillow and kicking legs.

“It was good..” Steve can feel the blush on his face and he just sneaks into his room before he can endure further questioning. Screaming into his pillow and kicking legs.

“It was good..” Steve can feel the blush on his face and he just sneaks into his room before he can endure further questioning. Screaming into his pillow and kicking legs.

——

“So?” Hopper grins into his coffee cup; much too late for coffee.

“It was good..” Steve can feel the blush on his face and he just sneaks into his room before he can endure further questioning. Screaming into his pillow and kicking legs.

[casspurrjoybell-23]

LOST and FOUND - Chapter 12 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

'Katie... Jona's daughter.'

When Jona gave them a hug and then started looking around the yard for me, I thought about hiding behind a tree or a bush.

I was nervous to meet Katie, especially since she was only a couple years younger than me.

I didn't know how she would react to her father dating someone so young.

Ethan was fine with it and we got along really well but his daughter could be a whole different story.

I watched them for a minute.

Jona seemed really happy to see his daughter.

The other boy with them must have been Ethan's friend because eventually the two of them walked off together.

I glanced back at Jona and saw him beckoning me over.

I swallowed and then began walking over.

I could feel Katie's eyes on me but I kept my eyes averted.

I was so fucking nervous because I really didn't want her yelling at me or thinking her dad was a freak because he was dating someone so much younger than him.

I eventually got to them and Jona wrapped his arm around me.

"Katie, I'd like you to meet Beau. And Beau, this is my daughter Katie."

I looked up at her... yes, looked up at her.

Of course all of Jona's kin had to be way taller than me.

So fucking embarrassing.

I reached a hand out and she shook it.

"Hi," I said, smiling.

"It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too. My dad and brother talk about you a lot. It's nice to finally put a face to the name," she said with a smile.

Well that wasn't so bad of a start.

Katie was very pretty and while she had Jona's hair, she must have mostly taken after her mother because the brown hair and eyes were the only thing she had in common with Jona.

She was being nice but what was I supposed to say in return?

Jona hadn't said a lot about her and whenever I was around Ethan, we talked about different stuff but I did remember one tidbit that Jona had said.

"Jona said you're studying to get your masters?" I asked, trying to make conversation and she nodded her head, looking pleased that I had mentioned it.

"But as my dad likes to remind me, being an English major doesn't get you anywhere."

She smirked and I smacked Jona on the arm.

"She can to find a good job."

I smacked him again.

Katie seemed to like that and she laughed.

"Hey. Hey," Jon said, laughing too.

"I just said that she will most likely end up being a teacher and they don't make a lot of money."

Katie looked at me and said...

"I want to be an editor for a publishing company."

"That sounds like a really respectable job," I said, then glared at Jon.

Katie then said...

"So my dad said it took you awhile to warm up to the idea of dating him. What made you finally come around?"

I smiled shyly and then said...

"Well, he can be very persistent. He wouldn't leave me alone until I gave in."

"Wow, Dad," she said, looking unamused and I couldn't help but giggle.

"You guys act like I stalked him. Which I didn't," he said seriously.

Katie gave him a suspicious look but didn't sat anything further on the matter.

This interaction had gone way better than I was anticipating.

Jona had told me I had nothing to worry about, even though I had tried to hide my anxiousness from him when he said Katie was coming to the party.

Why couldn't my family be this accepting of me being in a relationship with an older man?

Jona's kids didn't seem to care at all and it was so nice.

Just as I was thinking about my parents, I saw them enter the backyard, glancing around with Liam right behind them.

My heart stopped for a minute as my nerves came back.

I was so worried about them meeting Jona but I had momentarily forgotten about it but I definitely wasn't forgetting it now.

Without saying anything, I walked away from Katie and Jona who had begun talking about something else.

Jona called my name, wondering where I was going but then I think he saw my parents because I could feel him start catching up to me.

I almost told him to wait for a minute, not wanting to introduce them quite yet but maybe it would be better if he came so we could get this over with.

"Hey, guys," I said when they finally saw me.

"Thanks for coming."

I approached them and gave them each a hug.

My mom squeezed me a little while longer then then my dad and brother did.

"We missed you, sweetie," Mom said and I smiled at her.

"Thank you for inviting us."

I just smiled at them, feeling Jona close behind me when I took a few steps back from them.

He was waiting patiently for me to introduce them but I was still scared.

I mean, they were looking right at him.

They of course knew who he was but for some reason I was still petrified.

"Hi, I'm Jona," Jona said finally, sticking his hand out to shake my dad's hand.

My dad smiled politely and shook his hand.

"It's nice to meet you."

He shook Liam's hand too while my brother said...

"I'm Liam, Beau's brother."

After a few more words to Liam, Jona turned to my mother.

She had a tiny smile on her face.

"Are you Beau's boyfriend?" she asked and I cringed.

I was so scared about her reaction to his answer.

"Yes, I am, ma'am. I love your son very much and I'm very glad I'm finally meeting you all," Jona said, being the epitome of the perfect boyfriend.

My mom's smile was shaky but then she threw her arms around Jona unexpectedly and gave him a huge hug.

I was completely shocked but so happy by this surprise.

I was expecting her to be cold and distant and she had done the complete opposite.

Jona hugged her back, giving her a squeeze and when she pulled away, she looked up at Jona with a kind expression.

"I'm so glad someone could make Beau happy again. You better treat him right," she finished with a shake of her finger.

Jona chuckled and I said...

"He is, Mom. Trust me, he is."

She smiled at me, small and unsure and then she wrapped her arms around me again.

She quietly said into my ear...

"I'm sorry for the way I've acted before, honey. I know our last experience together wasn't a good one, but these months away from you have been horrible and I told myself I would support all your future relationships, not matter what they looked like."

When she pulled away to look at me, my eyes were filled with tears.

I was so happy to hear her say those words.

I had wanted her to accepting of Harrison the whole time we had been together but it had never happened.

It was so heartwarming that she had a change of heart and she decided she would accept Jona.

"Oh, honey," she cooed, stroking my cheek.

"I just want you to be happy. That's all I've ever wanted. And I'm sorry I ever let you think otherwise."

A few tears fell and I hugged her again.

She rubbed my back soothingly.

"Thank you, Mom. Thank you," I whispered.

"I love you, honey."

"I love you too," I said and finally pulled away from her, wiping my eyes.

Jona came towards me and put a hand on my back.

"I hope you guys are hungry. We have a lot of food."

He rubbed my back, showing that he was here for me too.

"We are hungry," Mom exclaimed happily and Dad and Liam agreed.

"Well, we have burgers, ribs, brisket. Help yourselves to anything. Beau made a couple types of salads. And there's beer and pop in the cooler," Jon told them, being the good host that he was.

They all made comments, saying it sounded delicious and then they went off to find the food.

I knew I would be talking to them more later, but I needed a moment alone with Jon.

"You okay, baby?" he asked when I looked up at him.

I nodded.

"I know it was a lot, meeting Katie and then introducing me to your parents in the span of ten minutes. It's a lot to take in. So it's okay if you're not okay," he told me with a serious expression.

"I'm okay," I said.

"Maybe a little overwhelmed but I'm okay. Everything went so great."

I wrapped my arms around him and titled my head up to look at him.

"Yes, it did."

He leaned his head down and gave me a kiss on the nose.

"Didn't I tell you everything would be okay?"

I nodded and puckered my lips for a kiss which he quickly gave me.

I saw someone out of the corner of my eyes and turned to see Mom taking pictures of us.

"Mom," I exclaimed, turning in her direction.

"What? You guys are just so cute. Pose for another one," she said and Jona turned in her direction too, putting his arm around my shoulders.

"Perfect. Smile, Beau."

I smiled and I heard the shutter noise she had set up for phone to make when she took a picture.

She took a few more but then eventually I'd had enough.

Jona and I went over to her to look at the pictures.

Jona and Mom made awing noises, looking at all the pictures but I just looked at them, not saying anything.

And it wasn't because I didn't like them.. .I loved them.

I was just overwhelmed with how happy I looked in them.

Especially the candid ones that she had taken.

I hadn't had many pictures of me taken since after Harrison died and I was in awe over how completely different I looked from those first months after losing him.

There was such happiness in my eyes as I looked at Jona and I couldn't get over it.

I heard Jona giving Mom his phone number so she could send them to him.

I stayed quiet and watched them converse.

They were getting along so well and I just had to stop and marvel at how different my life was.

I would always miss Harrison... always... but I was just as happy now as I had been with him.

Maybe even more so because of how my mother had come around and was supportive of my relationship with Jona.

I didn't know it was possible to be this happy.

Not after losing Harrison but it was.

Madly in love, enjoying time with my family and the new family I had with Jona and his kids... I never thought I would be here.

I knew then that Harrison had been looking out for me up in heaven after he died.

Because he wanted this for me, I knew he did and I bet he had pushed Jon in the direction of the coffee shop that morning he had come in because Harrison knew he was exactly what I needed.

I smiled to myself, knowing in my heart that was true.

I closed my eyes and in my head I said...

"Thanks, Harrison. I love you. I'll always love you but it's time for me to move on and be happy now. Thank you for everything."

I opened my eyes, finding no tears in them.

I watched my mother walk off to go show the pictures to my father.

I saw Ethan and his friend on the other side of the yard, throwing a baseball back and forth.

Katie began walking over to my family to most likely introduce herself and Liam's lifted his head when he noticed her approach.

Jona put his hand on my back and I looked up at him.

"Are you okay, babe?" he asked, looking slightly concerned.

"I'm perfect," I said.

[andvys]

ANDY LOVE

THIS CHAPTER WAS SO ENTERTAINING DKJDISJSIDDISS - honey anon

“I guess they didn’t come,” you mumble with sadness and a hint of disappointment in your voice. “They never do.”

noo that's sad :( they seemed so nice with the meatballs and everything

“I mean, I thought that we could spend this night together,” you say, smiling with hope in your eyes. “Or we can leave if that’s what you–”

OMG WAIT!! I SENSE DRAMA POTENTIAL. the love triangle + alcohol 👀

“I knew it! I knew you were lying to me, Dingus!” 

THERE SHE IS THE LOML MY WIFE THE MOTHER OF MY CHILDREN

“You are both two immature idiots,” she groans, burying her hands in her hair. 

she's so right. what about our girl getting into a polyamorous relationship with rob and chrissy

“He threw up in the pool, Robin!”

IF THAT HAPPENED TO ME YOU WOULD NOT GET THIS INFORMATION OUT OF ME BYE

“Let’s go, ladies and.. Steve,” he grins. 

HAHAHAHAHA i remember when in high school we would work in groups and there were boys in our group but our math teacher hated us and was so mean and she would still call us girls just to spite them 😭😭

“Don’t start this again,” Robin warns, pointing at them both before she rushes over to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder, she grins, “us ladies, ride in the front, and you two can cuddle in the back,” she winks at them, pulling you away with a giggle. 

I WOULD LOVE TO SEE THEM CUDDLING IN THE BACK LMFAO

After an eventful ride to Steve’s house and a few shots of tequila, you all settled in his backyard, each of you occupying one of the many loungers around the pool. Passing around the joint that Eddie had given Steve as a ‘birthday gift’. You are sipping on a drink that Steve has made for you, coke mixed with his dad’s expensive whiskey. You are pretty sure that you will regret the amount of alcohol and weed you are having tonight, when you wake up tomorrow morning. But the floaty and giddy feeling you are experiencing right now, will have to make up for it. 

me reading about the drugs imagining the possible effects cause i've never been been under any influence (wish i could paste gifs here 😭)

“A girlfriend?” You ask as you raise the glass to your lips, shrugging, “I don’t know, I never thought about it but kissing girls is fun, so.. I suppose doing anything else with a girl is fun too.” 

BISEXUAL QUEEN

“If you think kissing a girl is fun, you should try eating one out,” Robin mumbles before she takes a drag from the joint, “it’s the best thing ever.” She blows out the smoke, not noticing the confused frown on your face. 

do share your experiences robin go on, lemme just ✍️

“For once, I have to agree with you, Robin,” Eddie chuckles. 

hUH

“What is that, I don’t watch porn.” 

GIRL

Your jaw drops, your cheeks heat up and you stare at him in shock. You look cute like this and he could stare at you forever but, in his state of shock, he slowly turns his head towards Steve, eyes filled with concern, confusion and disbelief, “dude, what is wrong with you?” 

STEVE GETTING EXPOSED ON HIS BIRTHDAY BYE IM CRYING 💀 her reaction is so me i also was shocked when i first learned like "people do that????"

“I’m very self conscious of not doing a good job, so–”

BRO 😭

“What, Munson, are you the pussy expert or something?” He scoffs, rolling his eyes at him. 

NOT THE KITTY KING IM WHEEZING

“I have eaten my share of pussy, thank you very much.”

WHAT IS GOING ON

“Fine! Two or three months ago, happy? Now, Harrington, I think I should teach you some basics.” 

WHO WHO WHO WHO WH- (turns into an owl)

Steve rubs the back of his neck, nervously, “I mean, yeah. Just not–” he pauses with a look of shame in his eyes as he briefly glances at you. 

don't embarrass yourself further 😭

You are so fucking done. 

ME TOO BUT THIS CHAPTER WAS SPICY OKAYYYY

IM SO EXCITED FOR MORE ANDY!! 🤭

WHY DIDNT I SEE THIS LAST NIGHT AAHH BESTIE IM HAPPY YOU LIKED THIS CHAPTER!!!! 🩷

'with the meatballs and everything' why did that make me laugh LMAO

reader getting into a relationship with Chrissy and robin? 🤭

LMAO boys had nothing more than to get called 'ladies' or 'girls' even though it's clearly very sarcastic

Steve being a dumbass and getting exposed, Eddie making reader jealous, what else is new 😩

BESTIE I THINK YOURE GONNA LOVE THE NEW CHAPTER HEHE 🤭 how are you doing?? 🩷

[authurials]

𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ... 2/3

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 . it’s the day after what happened with eddie and it’s time to face the music--you just hope steve can find it in himself to forgive you

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 . one / three

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 .18+ situations, oral sex (male receiving), hand jobs, minimal dirty talk

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . i want to thank everyone for the support on the first part of this! i’d also like to apologize for the lackluster smut in this one--it was my first time writing male receiving oral so it’s a bit rusty (and short). i’ve finally decided this will officially be three parts, with the last one being a bit longer so it might take me more time than parts one or two. remember to like, comment and reblog if you enjoy reading! do not repost/claim as your own please

𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘 been a mistake to grab breakfast with Eddie before heading over to Steve’s the morning after everything had transpired between you two. However, with the taste of diner pancakes on your tongue and the feel of Eddie’s lips still on yours, you walked up the familiar stone steps to the front door and rang the bell. Your heart slammed against your breastbone, so hard and fast you swear you could hear it but really it was just the blood rushing in your ears.

You had been standing in that exact spot over a year ago, the exact same sense of panic settling in the cradle of your chest cavity as you again waited for the door to open; that time it had been Steve’s mother however that had opened the door. It had been your first time meeting her and Steve’s dad over a nice dinner of roasted duck, Steve’s hand on your thigh under the kitchen table as he helpfully guided you through the dry conversation. They hadn’t been impressed with you–Steve’s parents–to them you were just another mark against their son; but they had played the perfect hosts before walking you to the door at the end of the night–the same night in which Steve snuck you back inside and fucked you on the same table you’d forced down the dry duck earlier.

That encounter now seemed like a far away memory, a foggy experience that felt like it belonged to a different person–someone you no longer were. You loved Steve; you had loved him then and you still loved him now as you waited for him to open that door, but nothing ever stayed the same. Gone were the days of your relationship where you both could pretend that nothing was wrong and there wasn’t the ghost of his relationship with Nancy hanging overhead, or the growing tension of whatever there was between you and Eddie.

Now you were just clinging to the remnants of what was left and hoping there was something salvageable there.

After a few moments of increasing panic and talking yourself out of just running away, the door slowly opened and there was Steve on the other side. His eyes were closed in mid yawn as he rubbed the sleep out of them and sniffed, blinking the tiredness away you saw him finally focus on you and he smiled. It was an all too familiar smile that had the last of your restraint holding on for dear life so you didn’t spill your guts right there all over the nice patio. That embarrassment would only serve to provide the neighbors with an interesting show to report back to Steve’s parents when they called for updates on their son and whether he’d managed to burn down the house yet.

“Hey there,” he hummed, bringing your attention back to the present.

“Hi,” you croaked out, swallowing. You could feel the muscles of your throat tensing as your eyes itched with the urge to cry, but you managed to hold it in as you put on a convincing smile. “Did I wake you up?”

You asked as he reached out and grabbed your shaking hand, not commenting on it he pulled you into the house. The only light in the space was what streamed through the dust ladened curtains Steve’s mom would send off to be cleaned upon her return, or maybe she would just buy all new ones and be done with it. The house lights were off and as you walked into the living room you could see the remnants of Steve and Robin’s movie night–sleeping bags, half eaten bowl of stale popcorn, crumpled bags of half eaten chips, and crushed soda cans.

“Uh….” Steve yawned, shaking his head. “Yeah, but it’s fine. Robin was over here for a while and I had to drive her home so I didn’t get to bed until pretty late. It’s not like I have work though so I can probably catch a nap later.”

The movie store had been one casualty of the Upside Down reeking havoc on this side of the dimension and as far as rebuilding Hawkins went it was low on the priority list. Thankfully, Steve’s parents were well off and hadn’t written their son completely off yet, but you knew Steve hated depending on them; their kindness always came with a price.

Not for the first time, you wondered how much they had offered him if he broke up with you.

“So what brings you over?” Steve asked, plopping back down on the couch. “We didn’t have a date did we?”

At first he laughs it off like a joke and you smile, but then he stills and frowns looking at you:

“Did we?”

“No,” you snort and shake your head, sitting down by his bare feet–he wore a white t-shirt and plaid pajama pants. “I just wanted to see you.”

“Did you now?” Steve smirked, sitting up slowly he looked you in the eye and then his gaze flicked to your lips and he leaned in for a kiss.

You resisted the urge to back away, wanting selfishly to have that kiss just in case it ended up being your last. Closing your eyes, you felt him press against you, his hands finding their home on your hips as your lips met. Your back pressed against the arm of the sofa as Steve shifted his weight to hover over you, your knees knocking together as his legs settled on either side of you. Smiling, you pressed soft kisses to his lips, hands coming up to frame his face. You could feel the tickle of his disheveled hair on the backs of your hands as he deepened the kiss.

Neither one of you wanted to stop at just kissing, you knew that, but you also knew that it wouldn’t be fair to go further without telling Steve what had happened. Still, even as Steve groaned and shifted, moving his hands to the bottom of your shirt to pull it up, you did nothing to stop him. Instead, you lifted your arms to help him pull off your shirt. The warm pads of his fingers press into the bare skin of your back as you go back to kissing, your own hands finding purchase in his hair.

“God,” Steve sighed, his kisses moving to the length of your jaw. “I love you….”

Your body froze when you heard those words, eyes now glued to the ceiling as Steve continued to mouth at the skin of your neck. Those three words circled around in your head as you felt your grip on his hair loosen and the tears fill your eyes. You knew you had to tell him, and you had to tell him now before anything else happened, but you also knew that this could be the last time you got to be with him like this–hold him like this. Not only that, but this could be the last time you got to tell him that you loved him too and have him believe you.

“I love you too,” you found yourself whispering, lips brushing against the skin above his ear, your tears falling down your face and onto his. You felt the moment Steve stilled, his mouth pulling away from your neck, breath cold as it blew over the saliva on your skin. He stayed like that for a moment, elbows digging gently into the tops of your shoulders as he held himself up. Those few moments of silence felt like an eternity as you both just just lay there for a moment in each other’s arms.

“Did I do something wrong?” Steve finally asked, pulling back to look at your tear stained face. “Are you hurt?”

You looked at the frown on his lips, it wasn’t one of anger but of concern and that just broke your heart even more. Steve cared about you–he loved you–and though you didn’t regret what had happened with Eddie for one second, you hated that it had come from your own insecurities about Steve’s feelings for you. He may hold some residual love for his ex, but there was still a place for you there too–at least for now.

“We need to talk,” you found yourself saying, reaching up to wipe away your tears.

“Ah shit,” Steve groaned, sitting up and pulling you with him. “Sounds serious….”

Flushing, you shifted away to give him some space, locating your shirt so you could hug it to your chest. You couldn’t meet his eyes as you thought of how to form the right words to say or of some way to soften the blow of your infidelity, though the likelihood of that possibility was slim if not nonexistent.

“You can tell me,” he spoke softly–you could see him playing with the tie of his pants nervously from the corner of your eyes, “even if it’s….bad, you can well me.”

His words of comfort did little to settle the pit eating away at your insides, the knot in your stomach only seemed to pull tighter–cutting off the circulation to the rest of your body as you took a shaky breath in and out. It really was now or never because you knew if you chickened out you’d probably never admit to what you did and even though it hurt to think about the outcome Steve had a right to know.

“I did something,” you forced out, closing your eyes to steady yourself, “and it was….bad.”

Bad–a mirror of Steve’s words; bad didn’t even begin to describe what you had done.

“And I don’t know where it leaves us,” you continued, “but you have a right to know.”

You looked up at him to see that he was listening, brow furrowed and thumb teasing his bottom lip as he looked at you. He gestured for you to continue and crossed his arms, shifting his body so he was angled towards you, shoulder resting against the back of the couch. You nodded and took another breath.

“Eddie and I….” You started but that didn’t sound right. “Last night, I was smoking with Eddie in his room and….”

You trailed off as you saw Steve shake his head, thumb coming up to worry his bottom lip once more. Already he knew where this was going, you could see that, but you still found yourself needing to say it.

“We didn’t sleep together,” you explained, “but something did happen between us last night.”

The silence didn’t last long between you before Steve was letting out a big breath and getting up from the couch. At first you thought he might just walk out of the room and leave, but instead you watched as he paced from one end to the other, running his hands through his hair. Your gaze followed him as he stopped on the other side of the coffee table, foot tapping the ground as he put his hands on his hips.

“Steve-”

“What exactly did you two do?” He shook his head, eyes on the floor instead of you.

“What?” You licked your lips.

“If you didn’t sleep together,” he gritted out, eyes shooting up to lock with yours, “then what happened?”

“Steve, do you really want to-” You started.

“Just tell me,” he cut you off again. “Just tell me what happened.”

You hesitated but one look at his pained face and you sighed, knowing you had no choice but to tell him.

“We kissed,” you started off, “and he touched me-”

“Where?” Steve interjected. “Where did he touch you?”

“Does it really matter?” You frowned. You knew he was upset but what good would it do to know all the dirty details?

“I asked, didn't I?” Steve insisted. “Now tell me–where did he touch you?”

For a moment, you resisted–you thought about just getting up and leaving and letting Steve stew on it for a couple of days but the fact that he was still speaking to you at least had you staying in your spot. Maybe you at least owed him this, for the sake of closure, though you didn’t know what closure was to be had in knowing what another guy had done to your girl.

“He touched me here,” you laid a hand at the top of your breast, the shirt you had been holding there sinking down to expose the pale tops of them, “and….and between my legs, okay?”

“What else did he do to you?” Steve replied, shifting back and forth on his feet.

“Steve….” You pleaded, pulling the shirt back up, hugging it to you like a shield. He didn’t say anything, just stared at you waiting, but you could see the hurt in his eyes so you stopped fighting–this is what he wanted. “He went down on me and that’s it, I promise.”

And just like that it was all out in the open now and there you were sitting on the couch as Steve stood in front of you, not saying anything. He continued to not say anything for several moments, and you didn’t know what to say to fill that silence so you just sat there in it–like some kind of punishment. It wasn’t nearly as much as you deserved; you expected Steve to yell and cry and kick you out, but there he was just looking at his feet as you waited for retribution.

Maybe that was what the silence was–retribution–because it was steadily driving you mad.

“Why?” The dam finally broke when Steve brokenly croaked out that one word, and you’d almost rather go back to the silence because you’d be lying if you said you knew how to answer that.

“I don’t know, Steve,” you answered honestly. “Trust me, I know that’s a lame excuse but I don’t know why I did what I did.”

“So it was a spur of the moment thing to cheat on me?” Steve frowned. “I’m supposed to just accept that?”

“You don’t have to accept anything,” you respond, shaking your head, “but I’m not going to give you some bullshit excuse that I don’t have, Steve, that’s not fair.”

“Oh, that’s not fair,” Steve snorted, “like fucking around with Eddie Munson is somehow fair?”

“I didn’t say that,” you defend yourself. “I know what I did was wrong but I’m trying to do the right thing now and-”

“Do you love him?” Steve asked, stopping you mid sentence.

You stared at him, mouth agape as you thought of how to respond to that question. It would be wrong to say yes but also to say no wouldn’t be completely true, because your feelings for Eddie weren’t so black and white. You knew you felt deeply for him, but it was still too soon to determine how deep those feelings ran and if they were even comparable to what Steve and you had.

“Do you love him?” Steve repeated, drawing you back to the moment.

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I care about him a lot, though.”

“Like you cared about me?” Steve replied brokenly.

“I still care about you,” you insisted.

“Then why did you-” he started.

“Because I let myself get wrapped up in the moment,” you cut him off for once.  “I was feeling really shitty last night and thinking about you and me and you and Nancy and it just-”

“Wait, what do Nancy and I have to do with anything?” Steve frowned.

“....I thought you were falling back in love with her, Steve,” you admitted. “With everything going on I saw Nancy and you getting closer and sometimes when I looked at the both of you together it just….made sense. You seemed so happy with that familiarity, and when you talked to her about your vision of the future-”

“So it’s my fault because my ex and I get along?” Steve cut in.

“I didn’t say that,” you groaned, covering your face as you leaned into the back of the couch. “Look, it’s 100% my fault–it’s not even Eddie’s. I’m the one who made the decision to step out on our relationship and you can’t imagine how sorry I am for that Steve. My insecurities about you and Nancy….they aren’t an excuse.”

You felt the tears from your eyes slip through your fingers as you tried to hold it together. Crying now wasn’t going to solve anything, and you weren’t about to try and guilt trip Steve to show some mercy. Wiping off your damp face, you sniffled and looked up at Steve who was now sitting crossed legged on the floor, his own face in his hands now.

“I know it fixes nothing,” you croaked out, “but I am sorry that it happened this way, Steve.”

“You’re right,” Steve hummed, sighing as he lifted his head, “it fixes nothing.”

You two stared at each other for a second before Steve was standing up and heading towards the adjoining dining room.

“I need a drink,” he mumbled.

At first, you thought it was time for you to go but you couldn’t imagine just leaving everything like that–without any real resolution. So, after only a few moments you found yourself getting up to follow Steve through the doorway. You found him in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a beer in his hand. It was early for alcohol, but you didn’t say anything as you rested your hand on the doorway leading into the kitchen, eyes on him.

“You know the fucked up thing is,” he hummed, watching the liquid twirl around in the dark brown bottle, “I’d still do anything to make sure we stayed together. Pathetic, huh?”

“It’s not pathetic,” you assured him, watching as he threw back the last of the bottle and tossed it into the sink. “It’s certainly more than I expected, though.”

“Why?” He snorted. “I’m crazy about you….this doesn’t change that.”

“It should,” you moved more into the kitchen, hands falling to your side as you continued to look at him. “What I did was….awful, Steve. You deserve better.”

“I’ve never been good at accepting what I deserve,” he admitted with a chuckle, looking at you brokenly.

And with that, you found yourself wrapping your arms around him and without hesitation he held you right back. You felt him pressing his face into your neck, burying into the flesh there as he let out a shuddering breath–the sound somewhere between a laugh and a cry. Your hands stroked up the length of his arms, and you could feel the pads of his fingers caressing the bare skin of your lower back. For a moment, you allowed yourself to close your arms and let the feeling of him sink into your bones, hoping to imprint it into the marrow. This could be the last time you held him like this, who knew what would happen when the emotion cleared up and Steve had time to think more about what you did.

“I love you,” you found yourself whispering brokenly, knowing it could be the last time you got to say it.

You felt Steve shift in your hold at those words, and you feared you had ruined the moment and he was going to pull away. Instead of pulling away, however, you felt the press of his lips against your collarbone. Not stopping there, you froze in place as you felt him drag the kisses across the length of your body and down to the tops of your breasts.

“Steve…” you found yourself saying, fingers sliding into his hair to stop him. Instead, you found yourself guiding him up to the other side of your neck he hadn’t kissed yet.

His hands found your hips, pulling them against his as he continued his assault on the skin of your neck, shoulders, and chest. No part of the exposed area was safe as you struggled to understand what was happening; never when you imagined his reaction did you expect it to escalate like this. Not that you were complaining as you found yourself being turned and placed on the edge of the countertop.

Steve pulled back to tug off his shirt, not saying anything as he leaned back in to press your lips together. Moaning, you combed your fingers through his hair and returned his kiss, tugging on the soft strands. Hearing him groan, you pull back and capture his bottom lip in your teeth, pulling on it before releasing.

You press your foreheads together as you give both you and Steve a moment to collect yourselves and clear your heads. You wanted to make sure that Steve really wanted this, and as you felt him press the evidence of his desire into your leg, you were sure that at least his body did.

“Let me….” you hummed, sliding your hand down the length of his chest, teasing and tugging at the thick trail of hair that led right into his pants.

Widening his stance for you, Steve watched with hooded eyes as you sank your hand into the waistband of his pajama pants. You heard him let out a soft sigh as you brushed against his semi-hard cock, your nails scratching gently across the length of him before you wrapped your fingers around his girth. Already you could feel him hardening slowly, the circumference thickening under your touch as you began to stroke up and down.

Groaning, Steve pressed his forehead into your shoulder as he held himself steady, not allowing himself to pump into your grip just yet. You smiled, loving having this amount of control over him as your other hand slipped into his pants to join your ministrations; while one hand jerked him off at a steady pace, the other slipped underneath to cup the weight of his balls. Gasping, his hips moved forward of their own accord, pushing his cock further into your grip.

“Shit…” Steve laughed, lifting his head to look into your eyes, “forgot how good at this you are….”

You blushed under his praise, rolling your eyes as you focused back on the task at hand–or more like in your hand. The grip you had on him tightened just enough to increase his pleasure as you stroked and squeezed him.

“Did….” he sighed, eyes closing again, “did you touch him like this?”

“Steve….” you bit your lip, unsure if you should entertain his question.

“Please,” he grunted, moving his hips rhythmically–intune with your touch, “tell me.”

“No,” you sighed, looking down at where your hands disappeared into his pants, noting the beginning of a wet spot spreading at the front. You brought your thumb up to smooth gently across the tip, listening as the air escaped Steve once more. “I didn’t touch him like this.”

“Did you want to?” Steve continued, his pace quickening as you teased his head. “Are you going to?”

“I wanted to,” you admitted, watching his face as pumped him, “I still want to, but I don’t know if I will….”

“Fuck,” Steve cursed, hands coming up to grip the counter on either side of your hips. “Take me out….”

You did as he asked, releasing his balls to use your free hand to push down both sides of his pants just enough to expose his penis. Your other hand was still quick at work, stroking him at a steady pace as pearly white precum escaped the tip. Hand slick with the stuff, it made the glide easier as Steve fucked into your grip.

“Could you….” Steve panted, hair starting to stick to his slick forehead. “I want your mouth.”

With only a moment's hesitation, you nodded in agreement and using your free hand pushed him back so you had room to sink to your knees. It didn’t take much time for Steve to find purchase in your hair and guide your mouth onto his cock. Careful with your teeth, you wrapped your lips around him and allowed him to move you where he wanted. You felt the press of his cock nearing the back of your mouth and you willed your gag reflex to relax and accept the intrusion without embarrassing you. Thankfully, it worked, and he slid slightly into the back of your throat before pulling almost all the way out only to repeat the process.

Gripping your head, Steve moved his hips in a decent rythme, fucking in and out of your mouth at his pleasure. You did find yourself gagging to your slight discomfort, but you focused as you looked up at Steve’s face. Head thrown back and eyes still closed, he let out breathy grunts of pleasure as he chased his end.

And his end didn’t take long much to the relief of your already aching knees, as you felt the grip in your hair tighten and Steve’s hips press forward and stutter. You weren’t a particular fan of swallowing but you accepted it gratefully this time, hands stroking his thighs comfortingly as you moaned around him. Coughing, you remind yourself to breathe through your nose as his release slides down your throat. Even after he’s done, you stay there a moment, his softening cock slipping from your slick lips, allowing yourself to catch your breath. 

His fingers are still in your hair, but gentler this time as he strokes through the disheveled tangles and pushes them from your damp face. It is only then that you notice there were tears in your eyes, now staining the plains of your cheek as you let out a shaky laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Steve asks, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“When I came here today,” you hummed, pressing your forehead to his thigh, “I didn’t expect it to end like this.”

“Me either,” he snorted, and then grew quiet.

Sighing, you press a kiss to the inner skin of his thigh before slowly standing up, groaning at the stiffness in your knees and lower back. You felt Steve’s hands settle once more on your lower back as you settled against the counter and looked up at him.

“So where does this leave us?” He asked, hands sliding away from you to pull up his pants.

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “Wherever you want, I guess.”

“Great,” he sighed, and then continued after a pause, “I know I don’t want to lose you.”

“I don’t want to lose you either,” you echoed.

“But I also can’t forget that you also have feelings for Eddie now,” Steve rubbed his face, looking all of the sudden tired as he turned his back on you.

You watched as he paced back and forth in front of you like he had in the living room earlier. All of the sudden you were cold and tired and wanted nothing more than to have a nice hot shower and curl up in bed. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you hummed:

“Are you asking me to choose?”

“Am I an asshole if I do?” Steve asked, turning to look at you.

“No,” you shook your head, “am I an asshole if I tell you I can’t?”

“Why not?” He frowned. “Because you would choose him? Fuck-”

“I’m not saying that,” you interject, “but I’m also not saying that a part of me doesn’t want to know what this is between Eddie and I–that I don’t want to stop whatever it is we are. I really care about him, Steve, and I care about you too–how can I choose?”

“How can I just stand by and let my girlfriend be with someone else?” He shot back.

“I’d never ask you too,” you shook your head, “but I am asking you for time.”

“I won’t wait forever,” Steve shook his head, “I can’t.”

“I’m not asking you to,” you bit your lip, stepping closer and trying to take his hand only for him to pull away. “Steve….please.”

You looked up into his face, watching the turmoil play out across the familiar plains until a moment later he sighed:

“Okay. I’ll give you some time–I probably need some too anyways.”

Petals of hope bloomed in your chest and you found yourself smiling as you nodded in agreement, your hands finding his. This time, Steve didn’t pull away and instead he squeezed them in recognition as he leaned your foreheads together once more. Both your eyes slid close as you stood there in the kitchen, only for a moment forgetting the world outside of each other.

[erodasfishtacos]

Can I request a prompt of dad!Harry where maybe it’s just him And Sasha and they get mobbed and her slightly hurt but he is furious

JUST A LESSON

word count: 5k+ (how'd i write this in one day)

warnings: language, smut, blood, minor injuries

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- PLEASE NOTE: DAD!HARRY & CEO!HARRY ARE TWO DIFFERENT TROPES.

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Harry was quite stressed out. He wasn’t sure how his wife did it all the time. She was constantly packing up Sasha and toting her around the globe to meet up with him for concerts and events when he was away.

The little family had been staying in their Los Angeles home for nearly three months now as Harry had been writing for his third solo album. It involved a lot of late nights were Y/N were putting Sasha to bed by herself.

Harry was eternally grateful that she was so patient and understanding when he snuck into bed quarter past three after finding a rift that fit a new song perfectly or when Mitch had an idea that had Harry on Skype for hours with him.

The stress was overwhelming for her though. She was usually good at self-care and taking time for herself but Sasha had been so needy lately and crabby when her father wasn’t at her beck and call.

The toddler was going through a bout where she struggled to sleep through the night and had a tendency to scream bloody murder when she didn’t get her way.

It was nearly three weeks of this and she hadn’t mentioned it too much to Harry because she didn’t want him to be as stressed out as she was.

Tonight, Y/N had rocked, sang, hummed, and read to her daughter to stop the angry tears that were rolling down her cheeks but nothing was working. It was near eleven at night and she had took Sasha out in the car for a long ride where she finally fell asleep.

But as soon as Y/N unlocked the front door, she startled awake even angrier than before, squirming out her mother’s grip and bolting through the house. When she tried to round a corner, she slipped on her bum.

Y/N felt her anxiety level break.

Sasha began screaming once again, “Mummy! No! No!”

When Y/N picked her up after her slight tumble, she was absolutely not hurt but had become even more frustrated. Y/N was starting to feel overwhelmed - which didn’t happen often.

“Baby, what do you want? What can mummy do?” Y/N asks with desperation, searching her baby’s watery green eyes. She looked so much like her dad it was absurd.

“No! Down! Stop!” The two year old orders with a furrowed brow, lips in a tight line with her nose scrunched up in displeasure.

“Sasha, you just hurt yourself. You can’t run in the house, the floor is slippery,” Y/N tells her firmly despite it falling upon deaf ears.

“Bad mummy,” Sasha shrieks, “Daddy! Want Daddy! Now!”

Y/N is embarrassed to admit that she has tears welling up in her eyes. She was trying everything in her power to soothe her baby. It’s midnight at this point and she’d been at it since seven this morning.

Sasha had refused a nap all day - giving Y/N no respite at all. Harry had left at eight in the morning and hadn’t returned yet. Even though Sasha was only two and a half, Y/N felt a pang at the words ‘bad mummy.’

She didn’t feel any other option at this point than to call Harry for help. She wanted to be capable of being at stay home mum but sometimes it was really fucking hard but she felt guilty because she should be able to do this. Harry was out there working hard, providing, constantly.

When he doesn’t answer, the tears freely start streaming down her face in silence. She scrubs at them quickly so that her daughter doesn’t see them but it’s hard to catch them all - sobs threatening to bubble through her lips.

“Daddy’s working, we need to go to sleep,” Y/N replies to her daughter, jaw clenched to hold back the upset she feels. She needs a minute alone but she doubts her toddler will let her.

“Pool?” Sasha piques, “Swim?”

Y/N wants to laugh, it’s so fucking late and Sasha should have been in bed nearly four hours ago. The mother was so beyond her routine at this point, that she actually just gave in to her daughter.

Sasha’s mood turns around when Y/N wrangles them both into their swimsuits ***and trails out of the back patio, switching on all the lights around as well as in the pool. The California air was still extremely warm, enough to cause a sweat. ***

She tugs a little donut raft into the pool with them that Sasha can float around on while Y/N guides it to keep her safe. She was so tired by this point that her bones felt like they weighed a million pounds.

Sasha’s eyes droop until they finally flutter close within minutes of being in the warm water. Her eyelids splotchy pink from all of the fits and tears from the day. And when she is completely asleep, Y/N lets herself cry as she continues to float the baby around the pool to keep her asleep.

She hasn’t been doing it for more than ten minutes when the patio door opens and Harry is stepping into the back with a confused expression that she can’t see because her back is turned to him.

“Love, why are you in the pool? S’late,” Harry asks softly but he doesn’t get an answer, so he’s slipping out of his plain tee and striped pants, dirty vans kicked to the side ***.

Just in his briefs, he quietly enters the pool to not disrupt the ebb and flow of the water. When he makes his way over to her, he slides in front of his wife, alarmed at the exhausted, tearful expression on her face.

“Baby, what’s happened? Talk t’me,” Harry whispers, hands coming to cup his wife’s face in between his large hands. Rings cold against her hot, wet cheeks. He looks to his sleeping daughter, running his eyes over her a few times and decides she seems completely okay.

“M’fine,” Y/N chokes out but the lie causes a fresh wave of tears.

Harry frowns, “Don’t lie to me, pet. Please, don’t shut me out. M’always here for you.”

“I’m a bad mum,” She sobs silently, her eyes closing as she leans into his palms before moving to rest her head heavily on the crook of his tattooed shoulder, his chest damp from the salty tears.

“Wha-What’s brought this on? Y’the best mum in the world, best wife in the world. The best at everythin’, why are you doubtin’ that, my heart?” Harry murmurs, taking over the rocking motions of Sasha’s raft.

“She wouldn’t settle today, Harry. Like at all, refusing to nap, eat any healthy food, or bathe. She screamed at me the whole day no matter what I did and then she told me I was bad and she wanted you.”

“Love, she’s in the midst of her terrible twos. She loves you more than anythin’ on this earth. Y’her mummy and a damn good one at that. Why didn’t y’call me? I’d come home, work is never more important than our family.”

Y/N doesn’t bring up the fact she did try to call, “I need to be able to do this myself, Harry. M’a stay at home mum, taking care of Sash is literally my only job and I can’t even do that.”

Harry’s face hardens but he tries to not take it personally, knowing his wife is just upset with herself, “That’s not fair to me, dove. M’her daddy, she’s half mine too. She’s just as much of my responsibility as yours, no matter what my job is.”

“I don’t want to stress you out more than necessary,” Y/N mutters into his skin.

“Me coming home to my wife in tears and my baby in the pool at midnight is more stressful than you ringin’ me to come home,” Harry tells her, smearing a few kisses to the top of her hair.

“I’m sorry for worrying you. I’m just tired.”

Harry pulls her back so he can look her in the eyes, “Never apologize for somethin’ like that. Go get a bath and let me put the bub to sleep, okay? I love y’mumma.”

--

Harry calls his mum the next morning while Y/N is out getting a manicure with Glenne. He’d called her favorite salon earlier in the day, coercing them into opening a spot for her with a monetary bribe.

Y/N had hesitated at the door as Sasha threw a fit at her mother leaving the house. She clung onto her calf until Harry had to physically pull her off and hold her tightly in his arms.

Currently, Sasha was playing with a set of dolls on the floor of her bedroom as Harry sat next to her. She’d originally been happy with the presence of her father until he told her he needed to make a phone call.

Harry had to be stern with her when she went to grab at the phone pressed to his ear, gently gripping her wrist and frowning, “We don’t do that, s’not nice.”

Sasha had attempted to grab at it again and managed to tangle Harry’s long locks into his fist, tugging at them. Harry unraveled the small fingers before telling his daughter, “If you do that one more time, y’going on the step for two minutes.”

The threat had her pouting harshly but turning back to her toys to occupy herself, sighing when his mum finally answered the phone, “Hi darling.”

“Hi mum, you alright?” Harry asks, relaxing at the sound of his mother’s melodic voice.

“I’m perfect, you don’t sound okay, dear,” Anne replies with a concerned twinge.

Harry didn’t call much to complain, didn’t like worrying her and most of the time Y/N was able to provide the support he needed or Jeff.

“Y/N’s really overwhelmed,” Harry tells her before choking up a bit, “And I don’t know what to do mum, I feel like m’bein’ a bad husband. Came home to her crying last night and she feels like she’s a bad mum.”

When Sasha hears her father’s voice crack, she looks up at him curiously before recognizing that he’s upset. She crawls into his lap, fitting herself against his chest before playing with a doll there. Comforting him.

Harry wraps his free arm around her, pulling her as close as possible. His precious little baby. A little blessing as sweet as her mother.

“Oh honey, that happens. Mums, good mums especially are so critical when they don’t need to be. Baby’s are overwhelming, plus I know she’s been alone a lot with her. But you’re not a bad husband, dear.”

“It feels like it,” Harry sniffles, burying his face in his daughter’s lavender-scented curls from her bath earlier.

“If you were, you wouldn’t be calling,” Anne chuckles at her son, “Now how can we make this situation better?”

-

The phone call helped Harry not feel so hopeless in helping his wife. He’d come up with the plan to fly to England with Sasha so that Anne could see her but Y/N could have some alone time for a long weekend.

When Y/N enters the front door after her appointment, she’s met by a very excited little human who rushes to her mother and demands to be picked up. Of course, Y/N obliges, looking a bit more refreshed and awake as she tucks the baby against her hip.

Harry had ordered their favorite salads from a shop in the city and had it ready for her, “Oh, looks delicious. Thank you, H,” She smiles at him, leaning to give his stubbly cheek a kiss.

As they dig in, Y/N feeding bits of chicken and veggies to her daughter as they eat, Harry clears his throat, “I’m taking Sash to Holmes Chapel for the long weekend to see my mum.”

Y/N smiles, “That sounds great!”

Harry gives her a perplexed look, he’d thought she’d put up a fight. She despised being away from Sasha - couldn’t go a day without seeing her daughter.

“Really?” Her husband asks, putting down his fork.

“Mhm, I just have to pack a bag for Sash and I. When are we leaving?” Y/N replies eagerly, ready to go back home and get away from California for a bit.

Harry’s stomach clenches, “Erm, I meant just me and the baba? I thought you could stay here and relax for a weekend. Sleep, hang out, shop.”

Y/N’s face falls and is replaced with a devastated look, “You don’t think I’m being a good mum.”

Harry backpedals, realizing he shouldn’t have approached it in the lax way he did.

“No, no, of course not, baby. I think you’re such a good mum that you need a break. You never get breaks, m’the one who always does. S’not fair to you. I just need you to have some time to take care of yourself,” Harry explains, his heart shattering a bit at the tears brimming again.

“I don’t want a break, don’t leave me here,” Y/N begs, tucking a piece of tomato in her daughter’s expectant mouth before Sasha chews and smiles at her mother.

“Mummy, more please?” Sasha chirps, her mood a little bit brighter than it had been the last few days.

“Thank you for using your manners, here baby,” Her mother responds, popping another into her mouth after she sliced it in half.

“Did you book a commercial flight?” She asks her husband with an angry tone.

“No, private but we have to catch it at LAX,” Harry explains, the private airport they usually fly out of was filled to capacity at the moment.

“Either I’m coming or you’re going alone. You’re not taking Sasha without me,” Y/N replies firmly. She stands up and shuffles Sasha into his lap before leaving the room without another word.

Harry didn’t expect that. He should have thought it through more. If Y/N wanted to come, of course she could, but he’d never meant to offend her or act like he was taking Sasha away from her.

--

Harry had attempted to reason his way out of going to the studio with Jeff today. However, with the final cuts and adjustments were being made - he was quickly turned down and demanded in the studio.

When he’d trailed into the quiet house that night, relieved to find his baby in her crib instead of the pool, he went to his bedroom where the lights were still on.

The closet doors were open and Y/N was on the ground folding and sorting Sasha’s clothes before placing them in her suitcase. ***

Y/N’s suitcase already laying zipped and ready to go by the entrance of the closet. Her toiletry bag was placed neatly on top of it. Then his heart pings a bit when he sees that she’s already packed up his suitcase as well.

Harry pads over to his wife, plopping down behind her and tugging her back into him - long arms wrapping around her upper chest.

“Missed you, mumma.”

She hums, “I missed you too. Miss you always.”

“Y’the love of my life, y’know that?” Harry asks, kissing the back of her neck.

“I better be or you married the wrong person,” Y/N laughs softly, her tone still off but lighter than before.

“Married the right person, knocked up the right person.”

Y/N barks out a laugh, rolling her eyes, “How romantic.”

“Baby, y’know what I’m getting at. You’re the best mum and wife. I just wanted you to have a few days to yourself. To lower your stress level and let you do some self-care,” Harry murmurs, pushing the baby clothes out of her hands.

“But your mum can watch her for a bit while we’re there, right? I don’t want alone time, I need the exact opposite. I need company,” She tells him, twisting herself until she’s seated in his lap - straddling him.

“Mmm, can definitely have some alone time,” Harry agrees instantly, his mouth finding her throat - beginning to lay a path of wet, hot kisses down the column down to her collarbones.

“H, I have t’pack, we’re leaving tomorrow morning,” Y/N weakly argues but can’t help but bear down against her husband when she feels him harden in his loose pants quickly.

“S’just a quickie? Yeah, pet? Lemme fuck you,” Harry’s hands dragging the shirt she’s wearing up and over her head. Eyes lighting up boyishly when he realizes she didn’t have a bra on.

She can’t argue as he darts down to wrap his lips around her pert bud, sucking between long swipes of his tongue - just how she liked it. “Missed y’body so much,” Harry states against her heated skin.

“Just had me two days ago,” Y/N laughs but it cuts off into a moan when his hand slides into her pajama shorts and finds her clit over her thin underwear.

“Never enough,” Harry replies easily, “Remember the song I wrote f’you?”

Y/N snarkily asks, “Which one? Nearly all your songs are about me.”

And well...Harry can’t even argue how true her statement is. “The one titled ‘Never Enough’, pet? Remember?”

Before she can speak, he lowly croons out the chorus of the song he wrote for One Direction years ago, “Lips so good I forget my name. I swear I would give you everything. It’s never enough, never enough.”

Harry knows his sweet as syrup singing gets her immensely turned on and so he’s not surprised when she whimpers against his lips, “Fuck me, c’mon.”

He’s delighted at his wife’s pleas and quickly moves them, leaning forward with her until she’s on her back on the ground of their walk-in closet. He accidentally kicks over a pile of Sasha’s dresses but neither even notice.

There is no time wasted as Harry removed every single article from Y/N’s body quickly as well as his own. He’s leaning forward to suck a few more kisses to her chest as his fingers slip down to crook right up into her hot center.

“No teasing,” Y/N complains, wrapping hands around his biceps and bringing him on top of her more fully. She’s squeezing around his two fingers with need, it has him groaning when he brings them up and sucks them between his pouty lips.

Then she’s not waiting any longer, reaching down and grabbing a hold of his thick length. Harry lets out rumble from his chest at the contact before she’s guiding him into her without any further ado.

“Baby,” Harry chastises as soon as she starts goading him into thrusts with her feet against him bum, pushing him into her harder than he’d usually start, “Y’squeezin’ me s’tight, you missed me too?”

Y/N nods, whining every time he pushes against her spot and sends a zip of arousal through her body. His trimmed hair around his base brushing against her clit causing delicious friction for her.

“No, y’need to tell me,” Harry huffs, hand gripping her jaw harsher than he would if they were having slow, intimate sex. He knew she loved it by the way her eyes twinkle with stubbornness.

“No,” She replies coyly, heels of her feet pressing hard against him to the point it itches with a slight pain. Harry loved his wife so much it was looney.

“It’s fine, don’t need y’to come for me to get off, dove,” Harry replies simply, speeding up his thrusts with his hand holding her jaw for him to press bruising kisses against. His teeth are coming to pull her bottom lip in between.

Something switches in her demeanor though without warning, her voice softer and pliant, “Tell me you love me.”

It has Harry slowing down his hips until he’s rocking deeper into her, going down on his elbows so their noses are bumping. He releases the grip of her chin and instead moves to her bum to encourage her to meet him halfway.

“I love you, s’much it hurts most days,” Harry replies obediently, knowing what his wife needed at that moment. Reassurance. “Most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, then you made us a perfect little baby.”

She’s looking up at him with loving, grateful eyes, landing a gentle peck to his upper lip and letting her head fall back onto the floor. This is what she needed right now from her husband and he was so good at providing.

“Breaks my heart when y’don’t think your a good mum or wife. ‘Cause you’re everythin’ I ever wanted. Why’d you think I write every song about you, lovie? S’cause you’re my soulmate.”

“H,” She whimpers, emotion thick in her throat as she meets his eyes, “I love you so much. You’re the best husband and dad ever.”

“Baby,” Harry murmurs into her cheek, picking up speed as she starts to clench around him in a warning of her oncoming orgasm. He slips his hand down to press a few light rubs to her clit before she’s arching her back and moaning with pleasure.

“You look s’good, coming ‘round my cock,” Harry tells her, helping her ride through it before hitching her hips up even further and thrusting harshly until his hips stutter and he’s coming as well.

“Harry,” Y/N sighs, her breathing coming back to normal as she roams a hand down his shoulders and back - scratching lightly.

“Hmm, dove? Y’want my cock again? Need a few,” He replies into her neck, ever the teenage boy.

She giggles, “No, we have to catch a flight at eight in the morning and it’s currently four-thirty.”

Harry grunts before pulling out and sitting up, “Y’better have packed my favorite pajama pants or I’m goin’ to be cross with you.”

--

Y/N now regrets the second round of fun as soon as their alarm goes off. Her body sore from the position he’d twisted her into against the shower wall after they packed the rest of Sasha necessities.

They were nearly at the airport with Sasha nodding back off in the carseat. She was excited to see her Nana and Aunt Gemma once again.

Their daughter was in the cutest, comfiest jumpsuit with comic hearts all over it *** and adorable little sock sneakers*** that slide right on and off her feet.

Harry had chucked on black sunglasses, a black jumper with green lettering, black joggers, and blue checkered van with white socks. He was attempting to fly under the radar as much as possible because he knew paparazzi just sit outside the entrances to spot celebrities. ***

It was annoying but he could deal with it when he was mobbed at the airport when he was by himself. But when it was with his wife and baby - he couldn’t stomach it. It’s part of the reason they fly private from a private port.

When they pull up to the curb, a staff member is waiting for them and helps Harry as well as the driver put his luggage on a cart to be brought to the awaiting jet.

Y/N unbuckles the baby who is awake now but bleary-eyed as she’s sitting on the curve of her mother’s hip.

And well - that’s when the madness begins. A pap spots them within seconds of exiting the car and is pulling up his camera for the first shots, the other photographers sitting around follow suit.

As soon as one of them screams, “Harry Styles - look this way!” The jam packed area looks towards them, seeming fans of his start murmuring before following behind the paparazzi pulling their phones out.

Y/N is used to the crowds by now - but just like Harry, not with Sasha around. They tried to avoid situations like this as much as possible. The lights and loud noises were scary to the little girl.

“Mummy,” Sasha whines, picking her head up from her mother’s shoulder to stare wide-eyed at the gathering in front of them.

Harry started to feel anxiety because this was becoming a massive crowd - scratch that, it wasn’t a crowd it was a fucking mob of people. They were all too close, blinding the family with their flashes despite security attempting to push them back.

Fans were shoving and thrusting their phones in Harry’s face, shoving random things for him to sign in front of him. Paparazzi were screaming questions and taking thousands of pictures in a minute’s time.

Harry grabs onto Y/N’s hand tightly, their diaper bag on Harry’s shoulder, and begins to attempt to guide them through the swarm. It was like trying to move through cement, the crowd not budging despite security’s screams.

Sasha is full blown crying at this point into her mother’s neck. Y/N’s hand cupping the back of her head to keep her head down and out of the photographs - holding her as tightly as possible.

Y/N can hear Harry began to curse - signaling that he’s becoming stressed out because he would usually never be rude to the public despite their actions. But he couldn’t give a fuck when it came to his family.

“Move out of the way.”

“D’you not see I have a fuckin’ baby?”

“Get those fuckin’ cameras out of their faces.”

“Back the fuck away from my wife and baby.”

Then Y/N is being shoved by a teenage girl who trips when she thrusts her arm towards Harry. She tumbles into Y/N with her full weight and Y/N’s loses her footing, falling forward - letting go of Harry’s hand.

When she falls, she manages to catch herself with the arm that’s not holding her daughter. But she feels pain in her knees and Sasha emits a sharp wail that alerts Y/N her daughter is hurt.

“Sash, fuck,” Y/N gasps, her motherly instincts automatically kicking in and she’s cradling her daughter as tightly to her chest as she can, shielding her from the swarm who had quieted only a bit.

It must take Harry a second to realize that something had happened, he turns around - eyes frantic as he absolutely roars, “Back the fuck up! I’ll fuckin’ break each and everyone of your cameras! Fucking leeches.”

With that, he’s helping to pull you up and grasping at the two, “Are you okay? Wha’s hurt?”

Y/N just shakes her head, having a panic attack as she shuffles the crying baby into his arms. “Please, just...Sasha. I think she hurt her arm when I fell.”

“Daddy, ouch,” Sasha shrieks loudly into his sweatshirt as he hikes her up onto his chest, her little legs wrapped around his midsection.

“Ssh, y’okay,” Harry tries to reassure her, matching his wife’s panic.

The crowd seems to give way now, the parents rushing their daughter into the airport.

Employees guide them to the medical office on-site where it’s now silent and calm but the family feels anything but.

Sasha’s sobs have turned into moans and whimpers at this point - but come back with a vengeance when Harry has to set her on the exam table and wrestle her out of her clothes until she’s just sat in her diaper.

The nurse was so amazing and kind. She checked Sasha thoroughly for any signs of trauma or broken bones but luckily, it was just a nasty scrape on her forearm that was hurting her. It wasn’t anything serious.

The parents had such concern for their daughter that Y/N didn’t even realize she had bled through her white joggers at the knees ***. The nurse frowns, “Honey, you’re still bleeding.”

“I’m fine,” She insisted even though her knees were aching.

“I’d like to examine your legs, dear,” The nurse tells her sternly, signaling that Harry can dress Sasha again.

He’s digging into the diaper bag for a spare out that they were always ready with. She was calming even more when Harry dressed her in a comfy pink set of clothes with little deer on them. ***

“Love, please let her,” Harry asks softly, pulling Sasha back onto his chest. Her thumb tucked into her mouth and her father hands her a plushie that Y/N had shoved in the bag last minute.

Y/N obliges with the pressure, wiggling the loose fabric down her legs until she’s just in her underwear and shirt - sits up on the table with her knees off to the side for her to examine.

Harry grimaces when he sees the multiple cuts and scrapes tainting her skin. A few slow trickles of blood still oozing from the gashes. The skin is already slowly covering purple and blue with bruises.

The nurse cleans her up, Y/N wincing when the alcohol brushes the cuts but Sasha is smiling again like nothing ever happened and cooing at her mum. It makes them both feel a lot better.

--

When they’re finally on the private jet, up high into the clouds away from the crowds and paparazzi - it feels like relief. ***

They had tucked their daughter onto the couch with her favorite fuzzy blanket and she’s asleep nearly as soon as her head hits the pillow.

They trail back into the other part of the cabin so that they don’t disturb her, cuddling up on the couch together.

“M’so sorry, I’m such a bad fa-”

Y/N cuts him off before he begins, “If I’m not allowed to be a bad mum - you’re not allowed to be a bad father. It wasn’t y’fault that happened - it’s those careless, crazed people who have nothing better to do.”

Y/N was always the voice of reason in Harry’s head when he started to spiral.

Spiral because his fame was so overwhelming and got his family into difficult situations sometimes. She brought him back to reality.

“Hey, we’re both okay. Just a few scrapes. It was just a lesson, Harry. We just need to be safer and plan better, alright?” Y/N assures him softly, kissing under his chin before resting back - ready to sleep.

“Y’the best. Best mum, best wife,” Harry tells her, encompassing her in his loving hold.

let me know your thoughts bub

come talk to me <3

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)

Chapter Three

Warning: one trippy moment for reader, anxiety talk

Chapter Two | Chapter Four

Steven Grant is a pretty cool guy! He seems meek, shy, a bit anxious too; yet, this man can be brutal in his quips! Twice he caught you off guard when another employee tried to basically jerk him around. His old job's director used to do that along with never calling him by his name.

A condescending bitch is what he wouldn't say but you said it for him.

Steven also lives in the same apartment complex as your father! Top floor attic style, from what he has told you. Fancy in your mind, he says it's okay. Steven is self taught in almost everything when it comes to history and French. He likes burritos and his friend is a guy who pretends to be a statue.

Overall a guy you have no problem having a minor crush on.

In Steven's point of you: you have a lot of energy! Steven is trapped in the maelstrom called you each afternoon on a Wednesday, you said Wednesdays is your day off. He would be at lunch eating and you slide next to explaining how you are going to fist fight your art history professor. Or, showing him the sketches you got done while on the bus here. You are harmless and he found himself enjoying the company.

It took some getting used to someone talking to him back.

To have a friend who responds back with eagerness and ready to talk about any subject, he isn't used to that.

"Aw, you still have it!" Today he is walking you to a vegan cafe he enjoys from time to time.

"It's a lovely sketch. Are you studying art here?"

"Pft, no, for that I would be in South Korea."

"South Korea?"

"Animation and stuff." Shrugging, "I'm studying history and figured why not try out the international problem plus see my old man." Hands moving as you talk, "You never seen him before?"

"Never met most of the residents. We tend to keep to ourselves." The alternative text was that at the time he was afraid of everyone and scared an old lady when Khonshu was walking towards him through a dark hallway. Steven thought he was crazy, completely batshit nuts.

You nod then glance at your phone checking the time, "Saturday you wanna see an art gallery? A classmate invited me to come see their show." Then you nudge him with your shoulder as he orders some food, "Unless that guy at the cafe finally asked you out, ay ay?"

Steven gets flustered easily, "N-no, anyway he tends to flirt with everyone."

"Booooo." 

Lunch with Steven is always educational, he tells you something new or helps you find a better way to remember key dates for a test (it's a pain in the ass). You in turn let him vent, you love when he vents about work!

"Ya'know," Sitting down enjoying the scenery of the cafe and cute Steven. "It's good to know even at thirty years old life is still confusing as fuck."

"You make me sound old, (Name)."

"Older than me! You're at the age my dad helped make me."

He groans, putting his face in his hands while you laugh.

*

Thursday.

Forum update.

New theory support but a new picture! Which said picture looks almost unbelievable. The costume is completely different from the other two though it fits the moon theme.

CapPuertoRico4Prez says: Could be a fake

IntoSpideysHeart says: Idk man it looks real af

Thunderclapping says: Could there be more than one? So far all of them look completely different from each other. Maybe there's more than one??? Like tht one issue of The Bat and Robins where there were more than 1 lady bat.

The forum blew up from there going over and re-analyzing reports and pictures. You just liked seeing the posts. 

*

Saturday could not come fast enough and your dad of course had to embarrass you. Dressing nice means you like him (true but just cause he is cute!) and since he is a boy (your dad though learned to apply that to anyone now) and is meaning you at your door.

Conclusion: scare the man!

You begged him not to be weird when Steven came down to the apartment to pick you up. Your father had to go do the dad-cop move! 

"Thanks, bye dad see you later!" Grabbing Steven out of the kitchen and out the door.

Neither of you spoke until you both were outside waiting for the ride you booked to show up.

"Nice man."

You groaned as Steven broke the silence as you walked. "Listen, I'm sorry about interrogation—"

"(Name), it's alrigh'. I can say now I was interrogated by a bobby."

"American one. Retired veteran and officer." You sigh, "Dads… So extra."

Steven wouldn't know but he nods. He envies you from what you told him about your family. Close with you mother, kinda close with your dad; overall connected to your parents.

"Thanks for being cool about it, Steven."

The gallery your classmate rented out is in Soho which is far from your place, and there are a few spots around to eat and window shop around.

Ideal date vibes. Downside, uber fare prices.

"Are you sure you don't want to take a bus?" Asking as you showed on your phone map the places they should go to after the gallery's presentation.

"Bruh, I one time walked all of Manhattan because Spiderman was seen swinging around."

"Spiderman?"

"... Seriously? You never heard of the Amazing Spiderman!?" Steven can't help admiring how easily excited you get and energy you have, the saying 'kid at heart' really suits you. "Okay, uh guess makes sense given.. Seriously, you never heard of him?"

"Busy adulting." Sharky, "Finding a job, shopping, basic functions for being alive. The economy." 

You snicker at how he copied your complaints from before though you were more dramatic, "Okay, valid."

The conversation goes off and on, comfortable silence then you pointing out things like a tourist.

You stole glances at him during the car ride.

"When you said gallery," Getting out of the car then assisting you out. "I thought it was going to be small with pictures on the wall." You shrug after giving thanks to the driver and closing the door.

"They're loaded." Most of your classmates are of the privileged percentage. "They're one of nice ones and they offer me some good critiques. They worked really hard for this." Taking his hand tugging him along.

You aren't labeling this a date.

Marc is telling Steven this has all the signs of a date.

The gallery is full of paintings, sculptures, and video presentations of music. Your classmate is a modern day Renaissance person!

Steven is distracted by your hold on his arm, firm and secure, as you show him the different paintings or sculptures you witnessed while in the art workshop.

"They love space." He finds himself enjoying this almost as if you infectiously passed on your excitable nature to him. To say he is enjoying himself is putting it mildly with you by his side.

Then Steven suddenly wasn't by your side as a crowd rolled in.

It happens! One moment you are with someone the next they are missing. The crowd going around checking out every inch of the place, you figure to stay where you are. You stood there standing in front of still life painting, your eye taking in the details and brushstrokes seen in the light. You hope they make it out there in whatever field their art is going to take them.

You turn around figuring to do a lookover the crowd to see if Steven is wandering around, then you freeze up. 

A large creature with a body made of what seems like stars and nebulae, a human-like face, and a scepter.

You rub your eyes, blink twice, and pinch yourself.

Holy shit. Not again.

You don't know who or what you are seeing standing next to a man who is talking to your classmate. All you know it looked at you and you turned around pretending to be reading the gallery brochure. Silently praying it didn't see you, praying you maybe are just tripping out.

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck!?

"Hello," The man's voice right behind you. His accent is not British.

Don't freak out, just breathe, "Oh, hello!" Awkwardly turning fearful to see the– Nothing is there. You are so confused right now. "Uh, hi." Maybe it's the paint, yeah totally the paint fumes.

The man holds out his hand, "Thank you for coming, this means a lot to them."

"Oh, it was nothing! I mean this isn't nothing, no problem getting here." You gather your thoughts, "Who are you?"

"A family friend. I have been helping them achieve their goal to break into the art world." So pleasant with a firm business grip, "They told me you are also an artist."

Just when you are about to relax… The creature is back right behind him looking down at you.

Shake your head very quickly and take your hand away, "N-no, just a hobby. Would be in South Korea for animation if I did! Haha." You want to bolt so bad but you know you would look crazy. You feel crazy! "Sorry, um I gotta go to the powder room." Smiling nervously as waved goodbye then speed walking away.

The bathroom is empty and you lean forward against the long sink counter, closing your eyes and counting from ten backwards. Maybe your anxiety triggered you seeing whatever that, God, you wished mom let you figure out why you sometimes see strange things! Google can only do so much! You groan as you reopen your eyes taking a slow breath in then out. At least it was a jackal this time.

When you leave the bathroom, you hear voices coming from the hall just beside where you are.

"Khonshu."

"Ptah."

You stay hidden as you grow curious about the conversation.

"The Gods must be desperate for more avatars. You never cared to just observe humans."

"And you must be desperate to have an avatar. Lots of talk about how broken his mind is. That's pretty low but no surprise coming from you."

You blink a few times, very confused by the way these people are talking. So you take out your phone putting it in camera mode on the selfie view. Peeking it a bit out, you cover your mouth when you see something freaky as all hell.

[kurosukii]

𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

summary: your best friend has been dying to know the guy you’ve been fooling around with since your twenty-first birthday; you wish you could tell her, but the mystery man is no other than her father.

genre: smut, age gap, best friend’s dad au

warnings: 18+. DILF KUROO. dubcon, manipulation, slight somnophilia, spanking, pussyjob, alcohol consumption, dumbification, hair pulling, virginity loss (...social construct), oral (f receiving), overstimulation, size kink, corruption kink, daddy kink, daddy issues, dirty talk, degradation, praise, unprotected sex, nipple play, creampie, cumplay, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, choking, spitting, mating press, clit spanks, begging, fingering, slight exhibitionism, finger sucking, tie kink(?? he makes you wear his tie so...)

word count: 5.2k

author’s note: for @sugawara-sweetheart’s decadence collab! thank you so much for letting me join! shoutout to @stopisa for that ✨lovely✨ dilf convo. (dilf kuroo AAAAAAAAAAAAAA) (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

º thank you @meiansmistress and @ssrated1volleyballplayer for editing and beta reading <33

[12:24 PM]

“come on! you have to tell me who he is!”

you grip the handle of your spoon harder than normal, hoping your best friend doesn’t see your reaction.

you open your mouth to say something, but she cuts you off with a comment that makes shame and embarrassment burn through your body.

“you guys were really loud last night! well, you were. i didn’t hear so much as a peep from your man—well aside from the occasional murmurs, which i’m pretty sure was dirty talk…” she trails off, looking lost in thought.

you squirm and wince at the wet pool between your legs. the wet pool being cum that he told you to keep warm just before he left.

she sees your discomfort and laughs at your predicament, clearly thinking it was the aftermath of a hard night of fucking—it was, but she didn’t need to know about the sticky cum that was still inside your pussy.

“he clearly fucked your brains out! at least one of us is getting dick!” she exclaims, her lips forming into a pout as she takes her finished bowl of ramen to the sink and rinses it with water.

yeah, you are getting dick—not just anyone’s dick, however, because it’s her father’s.

your stomach churns at the thought, not from disgust, but from guilt and shame. you are way past getting disgusted with what you’re doing and who you’re doing it with.

not when her father never fails to make you cum at least three times in one night, not when he calls you his good girl and cockslut, and certainly not when you called him over last night because you were so pent up and you needed your daddy’s cock.

last night…

“you’re such a cockslut,” kuroo growled, his balls slapping against your ass as he delivered a hard thrust that had you creaming and moaning all over his cock. you bunched the sheets in your hands, wincing with slight discomfort when he folded your body in half while he pounded relentlessly inside you.

“you should see how dumb you look with your eyes all crossed and teary while your tits are bouncing everywhere.”

you squealed when he roughly flipped you on your stomach, large hands grabbing your hips as he entered you once more. he lifted one hand and slapped your ass in sync with his thrusts.

“so drunk on my cock now, huh? can’t live without it, hm?” kuroo taunted you, one hand squeezing your hip while the other spanked your ass until it was burning with pain. you moaned words incoherently, tongue lolling out as drool seeped from the corners of your mouth.

“daddy! more, please!” you moaned loudly, toes curling from the pleasure.

“you’re brave for calling me over, knowing that only a thin wall is separating you from my daughter’s room,” he hissed, pounding your pussy from behind.

“but i guess that doesn’t matter to you anymore as long as i fill this dirty pussy with my. hot. cum—fuck!” he ended each word with a hard thrust, cursing when your tight cunt clamped down on him.

“faster, daddy! your cock’s filling up my pussy so well—oh my god!” you screamed, partly aware that you shouldn’t scream his name, for fear that your debauchery with your best friend’s father would be revealed too soon.

kuroo indulged you, teeth bared as he pushed your back into a deeper arch, making his cock reach places he hadn’t before. you winced when his large cock teased the entrance of your cervix. it was always a trip taking him—no matter how many times he fucked you, his cock always stretched your pussy wide open.

“w-wait, it h-hurts daddy!” you whined, moving forward to escape the brutal thrusts of his hips so you could adjust your position. he growled in disapproval, tightening his grip on your hips as he roughly pulled you back on his dick.

“take my cock. i know you can do it, whore.” he hissed, moving your body back and forth on his cock like you were a fuckdoll. you moaned from both pain and pleasure as kuroo guided your hips, fingers leaving bruises on your skin.

you cried out when kuroo tugged your hair from its roots, pulling your body upright until your back met his sweaty chest. “yeah that’s a good fucking pussy. come on slut, squeeze daddy’s cock,” he whispered in your ear, teeth biting your earlobe.

“d-daddy i can’t—i’m going to cum!” you squealed, voice cracking as your body started shaking from your fast approaching orgasm.

“i’m going to cum too, baby—and don’t you fucking dare waste my cum,” he growled, wrapping his arms around your body.

you fell forward on your shaking arms, sheets bunched tightly in your fingers as moans and whimpers freely fell from your lips.

“i want it to stay inside your dirty cunt until tomorrow,” he ordered you, reaching for your arms and holding your wrists in one hand, the other slapping your already swollen ass.

you cried out when your face was smothered by the sheets, drool staining the pillow as the headboard continuously thumped against the wall. your body shook with his thrusts, breasts swaying with the movement.

“i want you to look my daughter in the eye and have a normal conversation with her—just like you always do—while you’re thinking about how slutty you are with her father’s cum inside your pussy.”

that was last night. a couple hours ago, if you were to be specific, since kuroo fucked you until you passed out on your bed. you only woke up when your best friend practically broke the door down—bed empty of him, thank god—saying that she made lunch. she looked pretty disheveled herself and she blamed it on your headboard hitting the wall all throughout the night.

you buried your face into the pillow to cover your guilty expression, groaning at the movement because your body was aching all over. she laughed and left you to your own devices, still recovering from him.

he has a crazy appetite for a man his age, to be honest. he may be an older man but he fucks like a teenage boy who recently discovered sex and became hypnotized by the pleasure of it. you lost count of how many times your best friend—his daughter—almost caught you and him fucking around in the apartment, their house, and even his car.

it wasn’t always like this though. there was a time when you only saw him as a fatherly figure and not someone who regularly uses you as a cocksleeve.

maybe it was the way he looked so good with a five-o-clock shadow, or how even with salt and pepper hair, he still acted youthfully. perhaps it was his signature cocky grin that lured your younger and more impressionable self towards him.

in truth, it was your daddy issues that led you to him.

you met your best friend the summer after high school. you bonded quickly over your common interests and quickly learned that it was just her and her dad. she confided in you and told you how lonely he was and she hoped that he would meet a nice and loving woman to take care of him. you comforted her and reassured her that he would meet that woman. if you only knew.

you couldn’t help but admit to yourself how envious you were of her and her father’s relationship, seeing as the one with your own was non-existent. you couldn’t wait to meet him, hoping that he would treat you as his second daughter since your best friend was basically your sister.

she failed to tell you—because why would she?—that her father is an attractive and charming specimen of a man his age. his eyes would crinkle at the sides when he laughed and his feline eyes would always look at you with warmth and tenderness.

you sigh as you put your chin on your fist, the sounds of dishwashing and humming filling your ears as you play the events that eventually led to your risky love affair with her dad.

you really feel ashamed, but it wasn’t your fault that her dad is so good to you. from the moment you met him, he made you feel so loved and appreciated. it was obviously innocent and familial at first, until it turned to something darker, more carnal.

his glances gradually became lingering and he started giving you sly winks that left you burning with desire. you tried so hard to fight it too, but you were too weak against his sweet talk and honey voice.

it was a year or two later that he finally made a move on you.

you figured that with a job that caused him to be in constant public eye, he would avoid fooling around with girls that were decades younger than him, but even with the heavy implications of a scandal, it still didn’t stop him from devouring you.

it all started one night when he invited you guys over, claiming that he missed the both of you. your best friend told you to go first because she was going to be out for her tutoring session. you internally shivered at the thought of being alone with him, not knowing what was going to happen once you were confined in a small space.

the sexual tension was so thick when you arrived and next thing you knew, you had your back on the dining table, legs spread in the air, with his mouth sucking and slurping on your pussy. you came with a scream of his name, cumming so hard for the first time in your life that your body ended up convulsing.

he had laughed at how blissed out you looked. “you taste even better than what i imagined, baby. thanks for the meal,” he purred, winking at you and leaving you to process what happened, hand wiping off the juices from his face as he went back to cooking dinner.

his daughter finally showed up and your face burned the entire time, unable to look her in the eye because not only did her father make you cum minutes prior, but he also was a tease and had his fingers inside your panties while talking to her, fingers slowly tracing circles on your clit.

the topic of conversation was your living situation. he was never happy about how the two of you wanted to live alone together because he insisted that it was better if you guys lived with him. at first you thought it was him being overprotective, but you came to understand it was because he wanted easy access to you.

he ended up fucking your throat that night out of sheer frustration, punishing you for being a bad girl and wanting to be away from your daddy.

you partly hoped it was a one time thing, but you were proven wrong when you had a movie night and your best friend dozed off on the long couch housing the three of you.

kuroo was under your blanket and between your legs in an instant. your shorts hung off of one ankle while he pushed your panties to the side.

“daddy! we shouldn’t be doing this—fuck!” you moaned as his lips sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue lapping up your slick.

“guess you just have to be quiet then, kitten,” he teased you. you arched your back and bit your lip to muffle your scream when he inserted a finger in your dripping cunt while his lips played with your clit.

you had no idea how your best friend didn’t wake up to the sounds of your muffled moans and whimpers, but that thought went away when you started riding her father’s face and cumming all over his mouth.

you became needier after that, eventually losing the hesitancy of being pleasured by him. instead, you anticipated the times when he would make you cum.

the deal was sealed on the night of your twenty-first birthday.

night of your birthday…

“hey girl, the postman came and said this was for you!” your friend slurred, clearly having had too much to drink for just a small and intimate celebration for your twenty-first.

you’d been buzzing the whole day, both from the alcohol and anticipation of what was going to happen later. you woke up to numerous happy birthday texts until you came across the one you’ve been so excited to see. your cunt gushed when you saw your daddy’s text, letting out a little moan at what he said.

happy twenty-first, kitten. you better be wearing my gift when i come over because i’m going to fuck your little pussy tonight.

you sucked in a breath as your face flushed. you held the smooth black nondescript box that was elegantly wrapped with a crimson satin ribbon. you had a pretty solid guess of what was inside and your best friend had as well, because she wiggled her eyebrows and teased you. you sighed, like father, like daughter.

how you were still able to look her in the eye after everything you’ve done and what you’re going to do with her dad is beyond you. his mouth, tongue, fingers—soon to be his cock—truly hypnotized and consumed your conscience and only left neediness in its wake.

you ducked your head to hide the embarrassment on your face while the rest of your friends that came over jeered and whistled as you walked towards your room to leave the box on your bed for safekeeping.

you left it sitting in the center of the bed and went back to the living room to enjoy, skin tingling the whole time in anticipation for your daddy...

you closed the door after saying goodbye to the last group of people and turned to your best friend. “thank you for the lovely little get together,” you thanked her shyly.

“you’re welcome, darling, but i’m sure the main event is just about to happen. tone it down a little, yeah?” she smirked at you, eyes glinting with mischief as she giggled on the way to her room.

you sighed, the guilt that was momentarily forgotten reared its head once more when you were finally alone in your room. it went away again when you studied the gift kuroo gave, nimble fingers leaving light touches on the box settled on your lap as you untied the ribbon.

you rummaged through the white crepe paper until you saw pieces of red lace that were as red as the ribbon that tied the box. he always loved the color, so it wasn’t a surprise that the lingerie he gifted you was of the same shade. your fingers shook when you took them out in front of you. these can barely cover anything, you gulped.

you caught a tinge of gold in the corner of your eye and saw that there was a white card peeking out amongst the paper. the card was lined with gold embellishments and there was a short message printed in red.

kitten, wear these for me. - k.t.

and who are you to not follow daddy’s orders?

you placed the garments at your side and set the box on the floor. you began to undress, removing your cotton bra and panties which you threw on the floor, somehow landing inside the open box.

your naked body was exposed to the cool air and you shivered, head buzzing and eyes slightly drooping from the alcohol you consumed. you took the lace with delicate fingers and gasped upon inspection of the panties.

you were taken aback by the design because not only did it lack enough cloth to cover your entire lower region, but they were crotchless. your mouth dried at the obscenity, hazy mind playing images of kuroo rutting into you without having to remove anything.

that was most likely his intention after all. you slowly stood up from the bed and softly moaned at the slickness between your thighs, pussy clearly excited and aching for his dick. you slipped your legs through them and grabbed the matching bra. you moaned when you clipped it on, nipples hardening when the lacy pattern rubbed against them.

you might as well be wearing nothing with the way you barely felt the fabric against your sensitive skin. you yawned as you laid on your back, the numerous glasses of wine you drank finally caught up with you.

you tried to fight it, you really did. but you were fighting a losing battle with your eyes and besides, you were only going to close them for a bit. you’d wake up before your daddy comes over, right?

you ended up dozing off. you woke up with a moan, alcohol already flushed out of your body. you slightly squirmed as you felt something wet on your tits and a moving pressure in your pussy. you slowly opened your eyes and found a large body looming over you.

“do you know how long i’ve been waiting to fuck you?” kuroo asked, lips pulling away from your clothed nipple with a pop when he realized that you were finally awake.

“three fucking years. yet you had the audacity to be asleep when i arrived? i’m going to wreck your slutty pussy, whore,” he growled as he scissored his long fingers inside your pussy faster. you cried out in pleasure, hands reaching for his wrist as you tried to slow his movements.

“d-daddy, i’m sorry!” you cried as you arched your back. he just grunted and removed his wet fingers from your cunt. you whimpered at the loss because his fingers always felt so good when they moved inside of you. he stared you down instead, large hands loosening his red tie—you noticed that it matched the lingerie you were wearing—and promptly removed it.

he bit his lip as he reached down and made you wear it instead, cock twitching in his pants as he reveled at the sight of you wearing his gift, and in his favorite color no less. he unbuttoned his white dress shirt, muscles rippling from the movement.

even though he didn’t play volleyball all that much anymore, he still maintained his toned body. if it weren’t for his salt and pepper hair, you wouldn’t think he was decades older than you. not that it mattered, anyway.

“you look so sexy in red, kitten,” he whispered, the sound of his belt unbuckling mixing with your heavy breathing. you gulped when you saw that he wasn’t wearing any underwear, eyes widening at the sheer size of him. he stepped out of his pants and smirked when he saw your reaction.

“fuck, your pussy is so pretty. can’t believe i waited this long to fuck it,” he hissed as he spread your legs, your crotchless panties baring your pussy to his eyes, making them twitch under his scrutiny.

he groaned as he rubbed his hard cock on your slit between your folds. you moaned at the stimulation, thankful that he didn’t thrust inside immediately because that would’ve been more painful than pleasurable.

“i was e-eighteen when we first met, y-you could’ve fucked me—oh that feels good—any t-time you wanted to, why didn’t you?” you stuttered as you shivered from the pleasure his slick cock was giving you.

you planted your feet flat on the bed as you took hold of his cock and humped it with fervor, moaning at the slick sounds it made with your lower lips.

kuroo hissed at the increase in stimulation, warm hands grabbing the back of your thighs and folding your legs toward your chest as he thrusted faster between your folds. you moaned louder as you let go of his throbbing cock to bunch the sheets in your fingers.

“you know what they say, good things come to those who wait,” he grunted, hips thrusting faster, making your pussy wetter and slicker.

“besides, you were still a shy and innocent girl back then—until i corrupted you, obviously,” he teased you as he moved one hand to your mouth, inserting his fingers between your lips. you moaned as you sucked, slightly tasting yourself on his fingers.

“i don’t think you could’ve handled this big...fat...cock,” he grunted as he clenched his jaw from the pleasure.

“but now? now you’re my little whore who’s about to know what it feels like to get fucked by a man,” he growled, separating himself from your body. you whimpered, arms reaching out for him but he held your wrists in one hand and placed them above your head.

“you’re already dumb when i fuck you with my mouth and fingers...they’re nothing compared to my dick,” he said frankly, fingertips lightly teasing your puffy clit, aching from the lack of release from the continuous stimulation of his cock. he let go of your wrists and moved his hand to your thigh, fingers circling your skin.

“i-i don’t think your cock will f-fit daddy,” you said in a small voice, staring at his twitching cock.

“nonsense baby, i trained you to deepthroat me, remember?” he reminded you, memories of all the times you sucked his cock filling both your minds.

“i’m going to train this pussy as well. you’ll be begging me to never leave your cunt after i’m done with you,” he declared, positioning himself between your legs again.

“now hump my cock again, kitten. faster this time,” he ordered you, fitting his cock between your lower lips once more.

“yeah just like that—fuck,” he groaned when you ground your clit with more force on his shaft. you cried out at the movement, pussy gushing out more of your juices.

“you like that, hm? like how you’re making my cock wet with your slick?” he taunted you, fingers squeezing the skin of your thigh as he rutted his hips faster.

“can’t wait for me to—shit—bottom out in that tight cunt?” he growled, basking in the heat emanating from your pussy.

you moaned loudly, hips rolling as the knot in your lower stomach threatened to burst. your breasts were freely swaying with each movement your hips made. you threw your head back as your mouth fell open, uncaring of the volume of your cries and whimpers.

“i’m cumming, daddy!” you screamed, pussy clenching around nothing as you drenched your daddy’s cock with your cum. kuroo followed suit, groaning loudly when he released his cum all over your stomach, staining the front of your barely-there panties.

“such a dumb cockslut, you came by just humping my cock?” he teased you. your face warmed in embarrassment, hiding your face in the pillows. kuroo chuckled, honey eyes glinting in mischief. well, he came by just humping your pussy, so he was one to talk.

he spread your lower lips, puffy clit exposed to the air. you shivered at the chill but quickly yelped when he spanked your clit a few times.

“d-daddy!” you exclaimed but he just laughed at you. “just wanted to slap your clit, baby,” he chuckled, hand slapping it once more.

you tried to squirm away from his spanks but he held you in place. he held his throbbing cock with one hand and guided it back to your clenching hole. he rubbed the tip against your sensitive clit before inserting his cock in your pussy.

“t-too big daddy!” you cried out, tears forming in your eyes as his cockhead went past your tight muscle.

“shh baby, i know you can do it. you can take my cock, yeah that’s a good girl,” he cooed, palm flat against your stomach with his thumb rubbing the skin. you sucked in a breath as he slowly slipped his cock inside your virgin pussy inch by inch.

“i’m gonna fuck you so good with my fat cock that you won’t even care if my daughter catches us,” he growled when he bottomed out. you whimpered at the force of his sudden thrust and the implication of what he said. he only let you adjust to his large cock for a few moments before he started thrusting lazily.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he taunted you as his thrusts increased in speed and strength. you moaned louder, body shaking with the thrusting of his hips.

“n-no s-stop! she’s going to hear you!” you begged, voice cracking when he folded your body in half. he began pounding ruthlessly into your pussy, the slick sounds of skin meeting skin filling the air and making you lightheaded from the pleasure.

“so? i dare you to scream my name, slut. watch her bust that door down,” he mocked you, hands pushing your knees further up your chest. you whimpered at the stretch, the sounds of the headboard thumping against the shared wall only served to make you clench around your daddy’s cock.

“fuck—how do you think her face would look when she sees you taking my cock like a good little bitch?” he growled when he felt you squeeze his cock. he grunted as he thrusted faster, balls slapping against your ass.

“yeah just like that, you want me to cum inside you? fill this slutty pussy to the brim? fuck my cum so deep into your pussy that you’ll get pregnant?” kuroo groaned, throwing his head back as he felt his abdomen tighten, the signal that his orgasm was fast approaching.

you held your bouncing tits in your hands, his silk tie only adding to your pleasure as it rubbed against your sensitive skin. “n-no please!” you pleaded, tears falling from your eyes.

“you’re on the pill, aren’t you?” he asked, jaw clenching because he was stopping himself from cumming immediately. he wanted to spill all of his load in one go, after all.

“y-yes daddy b-but—!” you squealed, stinging pain blooming in your chest when kuroo pinched your nipple.

“then take my fucking cum, whore,” he demanded, cock throbbing because he was so ready to spill all of his hot cum.

“n-no daddy! please don’t cum inside me!” you screamed, eyes rolling to the back of your head and tongue lolling out as his cock hit your g-spot.

“shut up and take it,” he growled, hands squeezing your waist as his thrusts grew erratic.

he groaned loudly when he saw your fucked out face, thrusting so deep that his cock teased the entrance of your cervix. his hot cum spurting out of his cock as he filled your pussy.

“daddy you’re cumming so much—oh my god!” you screamed as you came with him, legs shaking from the intense fucking.

“your cum’s filling up my pussy, fuck and it feels so hot too!” you cried out, throat raw from the sounds that came out of your mouth ever since he came inside your room.

kuroo removed his hands from your waist—one hand snaking around your neck, applying slight pressure to the sides as he rode your pussy to prolong his orgasm.

his other hand moved to straighten your leg, rubbing your outer thigh while he cooed at you. “you like my cum, baby?” he asked softly, hips slowly rocking back and forth. you whimpered, your overstimulated pussy aching from his never-ending thrusts.

his movements caused his cum to overflow and seep out the sides of his cock. the mixed fluids fell out of your pussy, sliding down your ass and drenching the sheets beneath you.

“don’t be shy, baby. you can tell daddy if you like his cum,” he encouraged you, leaning down to kiss you languidly on the lips.

“i-i love your cum daddy,” you tell him in between kisses.

“that’s my good girl. happy birthday, my sweet kitten.”

you open your eyes when your best friend throws the damp towel to your face. “quit daydreaming about him! you were moaning ‘daddy! daddy!’ like he was actually fucking you!” she yells while crossing her arms across her chest.

you duck your head in shame. great, now i’m even messier and wetter down there, you grumble. you wince when you hear the squelching sound—dear god i hope she didn’t hear it—as you shift to face her properly while she walks over to you.

“so! tell me more about him, what’s his name?” she asks animatedly, chin resting on her fists as she sits beside you on the island. you swallow thickly, a lump suddenly weighing down in your throat. you inhale a deep breath before coming up with a half-assed lie on the spot.

“he’s a shy and private guy...i’m not telling you his name yet because...i really want you to meet him in person, you know...?” you already know him—you’re related to him! you scream in your head.

your palms feel sweaty as your nerves are on the verge of frying themselves. you bite your lip while you rub your thighs together, wincing immediately as you feel her dad’s cum drench your panties and shorts further.

“well, judging by your reaction right now and the sounds last night, he’s not really the shy type when it comes to bedroom activities,” your best friend pouts at your secrecy and then smirks, eyebrows wiggling.

your face burns in embarrassment and guilt, if only she knew she was talking about her dad.

“anyway, i’m going to the library right now, i’m so done with this paper,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“take care and have fun laz—dad! what’s up? what brings you here?” she squeals in delight when she sees him and jumps into her father’s arms while he kisses the top of her head.

your pussy quivers at the sight of your daddy, and when his eyes land on you, he winks deviously then places his daughter back on the floor.

“can’t i visit my favorite girls on my day off?” he says to her while looking at you. your best friend is clearly oblivious to the desire that was swimming in her father’s sharp eyes.

“well, i’m going to the library to finish my paper. you guys can hang out in the meantime, but don’t watch our show without me!” she says as she walks out the door and ends her sentence with a click.

kuroo locks the door and turns to you, eyes glinting like a predator. he picks your body up and sits on the chair, settling you on his lap and wrapping his long arms around your middle. his large hand cups your cheek and he kisses you, earning a moan from your mouth when his tongue massages yours.

you kiss for a while and then he pulls away from your lips. he grabs your chin firmly, fingers squeezing your cheek open as he spits inside your mouth. you moan while swallowing his spit, hands reaching for his stubbled face before kissing each other sloppily once more.

“you keeping my cum warm for me, kitten?” he asks, lips separating from yours to leave kisses and nips on your jaw. you moan and squirm on his lap as his other hand sneaks inside the waistband of your shorts and inserts two thick fingers in your messy and dripping cunt.

“such a good girl for daddy. you kept his promise,” he growls lowly, biting the skin of your neck and leaving a mark which he soothes with his warm tongue.

“i think my kitten deserves a reward, hm? would you like that?” he asks you, fingers curling inside your tight walls.

“y-yes daddy!” you whimper, grinding your hips on his lap. he smirks and removes his fingers from your cunt and stands up from the chair. you whine at the loss of stimulation and he shushes you with his finger—the one he had inside of you seconds ago.

“let’s go to your room, shall we? daddy missed his favorite girl.”

[1:14 PM]

[kagejima]

Just thinking about how Toshi would show up to his daughter’s sports day event after overhearing her tell you, as you were tucking her into bed, “Maybe the reason dad doesn’t come to my events is that he's not proud of me…”. Decked out, head to toe, in various shades of his daughter’s team’s colours, he’d stand at the edge of the race track, towering over all the other parents. He might not be the loudest supporter, but his heart swells with pride when he watches your daughter give every event her all. His phone would buzz continuously after texting the group chat he wouldn’t be coming in for practice (with no explanation), but he wouldn’t pull it out to check it because his eyes are only on his daughter and his first and most important, job, is being her dad.

Also, can we talk about how Toshi spends the whole morning making your family bento boxes for the day, like how you and your daughter would when he has a game? He gets up earlier than usual and refuses any help. The apples are cut to look like bunnies, and the onigiris are moulded in the shape of bears. It might not be the tastiest or prettiest lunch, but it's the thought that counts.

WENDY STOP IT!!!!!!!! YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!!!!!! IM CALLING AN AMBULANCE TO COME GET ME BECAUSE MY HEART IS ON THE FLOOR :(((

more thoughts under the cut (gender neutral reader)

Your heart breaks when she tells you this - and you realize that she's old enough now to notice how awkward Wakatoshi is with her sometimes.

And it's not that Wakatoshi doesn't love her, because of course he does.

He always looks at her like she hung all the stars in the sky, like she's the masterpiece she is.

He's always talking about her with everyone, he's always showing off pictures of her to his teammates, he's always putting her up on his shoulders after every match.

It's just that she's so much more different than him.

His whole life had always been sports, his whole life still IS sports.

And she took more after you, loving the arts more and sports weren't really her thing.

He's trying so hard though.

He'll participate in her little musicals that she writes, and he'll play the part of the prince in her re-enactments of her new favorite Disney movie.

He sits still while she does her best to draw his classicaly handsome features and he always tells her how nice her stories are even when they make no sense.

So the fact that she thinks Wakatoshi is embarrassed of her breaks your fucking heart.

Later that night, Wakatoshi comes home late from practice and his heart kind of drops when he sees that you're still awake and doing work at the kitchen counter.

"What are you still doing up, hmm?" He asks, giving you a kiss on the cheek in greeting.

"Mm, I could say the same about you." You answer and he laughs.

The laughter is short-lived though when he sees how your face changes.

"Did something happen? Is she okay?" He asks, glancing towards the stairs.

"Yeah, she's fine. She's asleep now. Just..."

You struggle to find the words.

"She thinks you aren't proud of her." You rip off the band-aid.

Wakatoshi's brow furrows, "What? Why would she think that?"

"I don't know," You shrug, "Maybe she sees how important sports are to you and she thinks that that's all you care about."

"That's not true though. You two are the only things I care about."

"I know, I know..." You say, "It'll pass, I'm sure. Just... I don't know... try to humor her in the meantime, I guess?"

"I don't want to just humor her though. I want her to know." Wakatoshi sighs.

He's so cute when he gets all determined like this. That must be where she gets it from.

You stand up from your stool at the counter and give him a small peck on the cheek because you feel sleep start to overtake you.

"She has a half-day tomorrow for a sports event if that helps." You offer.

Wakatoshi makes a very distinctly low 'hmmph' noise in acknowledgement.

She does the same when she's deep in thought too but wants to prove she's half listening.

Maybe they don't see eye to eye when it comes to sports, but she definitely has more things in common with him than she realizes.

"I'm sure you'll figure something out. You always do." You say as you smile at him and pat his arm, "Don't stay up too late."

He never does come to bed.

When you come downstairs for breakfast, Wakatoshi and your daughter are standing at the dining room table.

She's beaming because Wakatoshi is showing her all of the signs he made with her name on them in glittery letters. He also made them matching shirts to wear for the day - her name and his in messy bubble letters with an incredibly large #1 on them both.

Her favorite part about it all though is the lunches he made.

And she's running over to the fridge, door swinging wide open and hiding her from your view.

Wakatoshi is watching her though.

And he's hoping that he's helped her. Hoping she can see how he'll always be her #1 fan in everything.

Hoping that no matter what she does or who she wants to be, he's always proud of her no matter what.