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trashcanfanfics · 1 year

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i would like to ask an imagine ir headcannons about Alastor, Angel Dust, Husk, Vox and Blitzø when their s/o tells them "i love you" for the first time

I think I did something like this for Alastor and Vox in an overlord headcanon ask but I'll do them for Angel, Husk, and Blitz :)

Edit: I can't fuckin believe I forgot Husk goddammit

Angel Dust:

You were tired after a very long day of just trying to go to the store to stock up the hotel kitchen. Charlie had unfortunately made you the unlucky soul to go out to do it. You found it hard to hate her, but in this moment you disliked her extremely. The car you'd been loaned was stolen and you had to try and carry everything back on your own. No one from the hotel was answering their phone, except your boyfriend who was on the other side of the Pentagram for a show. So you were on your own and completely fucked.

Hours later, you've been in several fights over these groceries and hit with the car that was stolen from you, but you finally made it to the hotel. Up the steps and stumbling your way to the kitchen, you think about how to ease your aching body.

The groceries put away, and a new list for tomorrow to get the things you'd lost/went bad in the time it took to get home, you flop on your bed with a groan. A few minutes later you fell asleep.

You woke up to a commotion. Groggy, you sat up and winced at the ache in all of your limbs. The noises sounded distant, like it was in the lobby, but loud enough to rouse you from a fitful nap. You stood with a slight stumble to go see what it could be, and to possibly tell whoever it is to shut the fuck up.

On the stairs, you heard Angel's voice yelling and more angry than you've ever known him to be. Charlie's voice came softer, trying to mediate between the other angry voice. It seemed like Vaggie and Angel were going at it again. You made your way slowly down the stairs, wincing at the pain in your feet and knees from your little adventure today.

"You fucks! You sent them out to get some stupid fuckin' groceries and you don't even make sure they're okay after they called you so many fuckin' times!" All four of his arms were waving around and his eyes were slightly bloodshot from the exertion of yelling at the top of his lungs. Vaggie looked ready to kill him again, and with a bit of shame mixed into her expression.

"Angel, I'm sure they're fine--" Charlie was cut off by Angel's yelling once again.

"They aren't answerin' their phone! None of you assholes have seen 'em! If they're so fuckin' fine then where the goddamn fuck are they?!" He stops a moment to catch his breath. "Where are they?" His voice changed from anger to desperation. His four shoulders slumped as he looked at the ground. You cleared your throat.

"Uh, Angel?" You voice was rough from the nap. He whipped around, the movement causing you to sway with dizziness. "Woah..." Angel hurried over to you and grabbed you up in all his arms, squeezing you tight.

"Oh my god, I thought something happened to you!" He pulled back to look at you, your eyes tired, your limbs limp, scratches and cuts and forming bruises. "Why...Why are you so banged up?" You blinked and looked at him before shaking your head.

"I'm tired." You had barely said the sentence before Angel scooped you up and took you back upstairs. Vaggie's distant huff of annoyance and Charlie's "glad you're okay!" were the last things from the conversation as Angel took you back to your room.

Thanks for carrying me, babe." You were placed on your soft bed and Angel made quick work of taking off your shoes. He didn't answer as he went to the connected bathroom. You heard the faucet start before you saw him enter the room again. "Angel?"

"Why didn't you answer your phone?" His voice sounded angry, but in a hollow way. Not accusatory, not really. It sounded worried, haunted almost. He made his way to you and helped you out of your shirt. "I called you. A lot." Your heart ached worse than the rest of your body at the small tone.

"It was broken when some of the groceries were stolen." You pointed to the night stand, where you placed the broken remnants of your poor phone. Angel glared at it like it was the one to blame for everything wrong in his life. He helped you get out of the rest of your clothes and into the tub.

"Let me help." He grabbed a rag and cleaned your scratches and cuts. His hands were gentle and he apologized softly every time you winced. He helped dry you off and bandaged the worse of the cuts before allowing you to change into fresh underwear and pajamas.

You two were cuddled up in your bed. His arms gently around you and your head in his fluff. Angel had been soft and quiet this entire time. It made you think that he probably thought something more serious had happened. You thought about the last thing you said to him before he left to work. "Get going, bitch" wasn't what you would want to leave him with.

"Hey, you still up?" Angel only groaned in response and you decided to continue. "I want you to know that I love you." Angel only held you tighter at your words. You knew he reciprocated and you snuggled up closer before falling into a better sleep.

Blitz:

All day you wanted to talk to him. All day you waited patiently for him to be done with work. He just kept getting busy. You hadn't even gotten more than a "hi" with a small peck. Normally that'd satisfy you, you would be fine all day with that. Today was different. Today was exactly 666 days since you started dating. You'd been counting and wanted to do a silly anniversary like all the other dumb couples.

"I can't even be mad at him." You flopped on your couch. "He wasn't counting with me. This was just me being sentimental." You rolled over and curled on your side. It felt ridiculous to be upset about it. Childish. A ping from your phone dragged you out of your wallowing for a second. You picked it up.

Blitz Baby <3: Wanna get takout tnite

You: Are you asking a question?? Or is this you demanding??

Blitz Baby <3: Asking

You: Then yes ;*

Blitz Baby <3: ;* ;* ;*

You giggled, feeling a little bit better. Maybe you two could finally watch that movie you'd been wanting to for a while. A newfound excitement filled you. You loved things like this. Nights in, watching movies or playing games or even just talking. Simple, just you two. Intimacy in the best way. You're sure Blitz felt the same. He seemed to really enjoy both your alone time together.

The both of you communicated a time and decided to chill at your place this time. You'd gotten the food, cleaned up a little, got into the nicest comfy clothes you had. Everything was set and perfect and cozy. There was even a pillow fort and plenty of blankets. You were buzzing with excitement when you heard your phone pinged.

Blitz Baby <3: Mite hv t reshcedg som thn came up

You: Aw what?? :( Okay...

Blitz Baby <3: Gimme liek 30 min I try tmak it short

You: Okay

Somehow you knew this was going to happen. It always did when you wanted to hang out. Work took him too long, you had your own job, his thing with the owl prince. Too many things got in the way. But you were stubborn and had the attitude that if something wanted to take him from you, it'd have to pry him from your cold dead hands. Tonight that was kinda squandered.

Hours had gone by and still no sign from him. No text, no call, no knock on the door. Nothing. A part of you was worried something happened; the rest was just upset. Not at him, but the universe. You were laying on your couch, pillow fort taken down in a fit of sadness. Only a few pillows were allowed to stay to help comfort you. You put his food in the fridge and ate most of yours already. A little bit was saved because he liked to eat some of your plate like he liked to feed you some of his.

A knock at your door roused you from your almost sleep. You sniffed and rolled off the couch to head towards the door. Attempting to rub the redness from your eyes, you curse yourself for allowing yourself a small cry over some arbitrary thing you made up. A giant bouquet was shoved into your face.

"What the--!" You grab the offending flowers and look to the criminal responsible for the attack. There, stood in the hallway of your apartment building, was your boyfriend. "Blitz what the fuck? I thought you were busy?" His cat like grin grew on his face as he slithered by you into your apartment.

"Well, I was but, y'know." He went to the fridge and pulled out the food, popping it into the microwave. You grabbed your scissors to cut the ends at an angle only to find they'd already been cut. Blitz handed you a vase.

"You wanna watch a movie?" You put the water filled vase on the table and discard the wrapper on the flowers. "I've got that we talked about one in the dvd player already." The microwave beeped as he agreed with a hum.

"The flowers really go with the paint." They didn't but you appreciate the thought. You both left them to their vase and awful puke green wall paint.

The couch was still kind of warm from your sad wallowing earlier. You curled up to an arm on one side as he snuggled up beside you, feeding you bites every so often. Your arm was around his shoulders. The movie was some B-list horror about lake fungus coming alive and mutating the wildlife. It was probably some sort of message about saving nature or some shit, but it was funny and full of camp.

"I wanted to tell you something, by the way." You set your head on one of his huge horns. "It's kinda dumb."

"Yeah, so are a lot of things." He didn't move his head, but lifted up a forkful of whatever he was eating. "Shoot." You took the bite and chewed slowly, thinking over how you wanted to word this without sounding like the dumbest bitch in Hell.

"Today was a stupid little thing that I wanted to celebrate." You started. You felt him tense up. "It wasn't major, more like a fun thing that doesn't mean anything." You've said "thing" too many times. Abort! Abort!

"Well, what was it?" He finally moved so he could look at at you. You looked down and back to the tv. A breath or two and you thought more about what you wanted to say.

"It's been exactly 666 days since we started dating and I thought that was funny so I wanted to celebrate it like an anniversary." You stared at the credits rolling on the screen. "It doesn't matter, it was kinda dumb." You shrugged your shoulders. Blitz gently grabbed your face and made you look at him.

"I counted the days too." He admitted with a small smile, his brows knitted together. "It's kinda why I wanted to hang out today." He flops back into your side. You let out a small "oof". He fed you another bite of food before tossing the empty container onto the coffee table. The imp wiggled around to get comfy. You laughed a little and laid down so you'd both be comfy. Arms wrapped around each other, you couldn't be happier.

"I love you." You blurted after a few moments of silently tracing his white spot. Looking down, you saw Blitz already asleep. "Jesus Christ it's only been a minute." You let out a sigh of amused exasperation. That sentence can be used tomorrow to make it hard for him to leave for work in the morning.

Husk:

All day had been a living nightmare. You hadn't had the chance to sit longer than a minute at any given time. Charlie had her hands full with her and Vaggie's visit to the center of the Pride Ring. Some family reunion; the news was covering every appearance of another Prince of Hell and their immediate family. With the Pride Princess's attention elsewhere, she left most of the paper work to you. Today was full of talking with contractors and running around to get materials for the fixing of the Hotel. You'd been cussed out, smacked, overloaded, looked down on, and laughed at. In other words, you were overwhelmed and exhausted. All you wanted to do was curl up and sleep, maybe even cry.

Husk watched you run in and out the entire day. He'd seen how you looked worse and worse as the minutes ticked by. There was a pang in his chest every time you would do a half wave with a tired smile every time you passed him. He hated to see you so overworked. If he remembered correctly, Alastor was supposed to be doing half the work you were trying to juggle. Said asshole was smiling smugly in the shadows, watching you struggle with sadistic glee. Husk could feel the sticky air that hung around the red bastard nearby. It pissed him off, and Alastor knew it. That was worse.

"Finally done?" Husk grumbled out as you threw down a stack of paperwork you still had to do and sat on a bar stool. He glared at the documents. You sighed and laid your head on the cool, polished wood of the bar top. Husk winced at the way your back cracked as you went basically boneless. He poured you a cup of orange juice. A book somewhere said something about orange slices being a good idea after sports; this was the closest thing he had. The exhaustion on your face was heartbreaking as you looked at the glass.

"I don't want to exist right now." Your mumbled wish was emphasized by a small sniff. Husk put his clawed hand on your head and gave you a small scratch. You always did that when he was feeling down, maybe this could help you too. A small sigh of bliss was a good encouragement.

"What a heartwarming moment! I didn't think you had it in you, Husker!" The bane of your existence finally decided to show himself. You groaned at his loud voice interrupting the small bit of calm you were enjoying. The Radio Demon sat down next to you and threw an arm around your tired form.

"Go fuck yourself, you bastard." Husk threw Alastor's arm off you. Static popped as Alastor fixed his hair nonchalantly. You gave your lover a tired smile of appreciation. His undead heart ached at the sight.

"Now, now, no need to be crass!" The ever smiling demon laughed, making you wince. Husk's ears flattened as his anger flared. "If they wanted to be left alone, all they'd need to do is ask." That seemed to be the final straw for the cat.

"The only reason they're too tired to even be near you is because you're an asshole who loves to watch people suffer!" Husk pointed a claw at the red menace. His tail thrashed behind him, wings puffed up to make him look bigger. "Not only that, you're even more exhausting today because of your fuckin' smug face. You know you were supposed to help them today but you enjoy causing people misery more than you like controlling everything so you decided to hide in the shadows like the piece of shit you are!" You raised your head at Husk's outburst, jaw hung open. You'd never seen your boyfriend so mad.

"Husk--" You tried to comfort or calm him down. The last this you wanted was for Alastor decide to torture Husk over one bad day. Alastor's smile grew more amused at every word. Husk's glare grew with it. The deer demon threw his arm around your shoulders again and pulled you to his side.

"Would you look at that! You see how your loverboy raises his hackles! What a show, don't you think dear?" His grip tightened on you as you tried to push him away. You didn't have the energy to tell him off today, nor the strength to shove him off his stool, it seemed. Husk growled.

"Get your. Fuckin' hands. Off them." Husk's words were said through gritted teeth. Alastor was about to say something but Husk hissed at him. You felt like you were sitting in the middle of a vortex. They were both staring each other down with an intensity you'd never seen before. Miraculously, Alastor let you go and stood up.

"Fine, fine, I suppose I should be getting to work, anyhow." And with a snap of the deer's fingers, he was gone, along with the paperwork you'd placed on the bar top. A sigh slipped from your lips as you placed your head back down in relief. You really thought you were about to witness Husk's second death. It took the last bit of energy you had.

"Sorry 'bout that." Husk rounded the bar and gently scooped you into his arms. "Didn't mean to make you feel worse." You only groaned in response as you rested your head against his chest. He carried you upstairs and to his room.

Husk's room was the same design as yours when you first got here. A standard red wallpaper with dark wood furniture, red sheets and dim lighting. He hadn't bothered to change it, other than some of your clothes littering the floor. There were a few knickknacks you'd given him, some from his apartment. He'd always act aloof or uninterested when you'd give him something in the beginning of your relationship, but you knew he liked them.

"Wait here." He gently placed you on the bed. You basically moaned as you sank into the soft mattress. He left the room and you heard his footsteps retreat down the hall. You used this time to take off your shoes and get comfier in the bed. The weight of your eyelids caused you to close them.

Husk re-entered the room, the sound of the door clicking back closed making you open your eyes again. He walked over to you and offered the glass of orange juice from earlier. You smiled and sat up a bit to drink some of it.

"Husk." Your eyes blinked slowly before looking up at him with a slightly bigger, tired smile. "I love you." The words made him tense up. He looked at the lamp across the room, his tail twitched at the end and wings fluffed up then back down. You waited patiently for his response. He fidgeted a bit more before looking at you then back down at the half empty cup in your hand.

"You should sleep, you look exhausted." He gently too the cup from you and set it on the nightstand. You laid back down and he went to turn off the light and draw the curtains. It left you in near darkness. You tensed slightly when you felt him crawl up beside you, but soon relaxed. He pulled you into his gentle embrace and covered you both with a wing as his tail curled over your thigh. A gentle purr lulled you into a much needed sleep.

"Love you too." The grumbled words were the last thing you registered before rest fully took over.

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mamirhodessxox · 4 months

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Pass The Test

Older!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Desc- Reader & Leon are out grocery shopping & recently you have discovered a trend going around where girls test their boyfriends on what they would do if another woman approached them. So. You thought it would be funny to put it to the test!

Small little blurb!

Contents- Fluff, Pet Names, Modern era (basically now), Cursing?, Just very sweet content today :)

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It was an easy going day, Leon & You were getting your Daily Duties out of the way now that he had came back from a 1 week work trip so you guys decided to get some responsibilities out of the way and that involved and that was Grocery Shopping!

As of right now you & Leon were standing in the middle of the fresh veggie isle in Target & he had to have a tight grasp on your hand given the fact that whenever you two are there you wind out putting the most unneeded items in the cart known to man kind, but little did he know you had a DIFFERENT plan. “Hey Leon?” You chirped out and got a hum of curiosity as a response “I wanna test you on somethi-“ “Baby if it’s that ridiculous worm question again I’m not answering.” You lightly laughed while shaking your head which made him sigh with a smile and set a small bag of lettuce down to give you his full attention “What’s your test pretty girl?” You cleared your throat trying to ignore the nickname.

“I wanna pretend to be some random chick here trying to talk to you & I wanna know what you’d do okay?” He hesitantly nodded “Okay…” You smiled and made him look at the vegetables while you started testing him, you tried rubbing your hands down his arms but the entire situation was so unserious that he set down whatever vegetable in hand and laughed before looking at you “Baby what woman is gonna go up to me & stroke my arms?” “Me? Now focus why are you letting her touch your arm” Leon sighed and quickly set down the vegetables and smacked your hand making you laugh until you started to focus again.

“Excuse me sir can you tell me where the cereal isle is.” Leon didn’t respond instead he shoved his hand in his pockets looking around as if he were completely unaware of his surroundings “Sir?” You tried again but still no reply so eventually you just gave up and let him have the pass “I better see you keep that same energy with random women in public” Leon smiled looking at you and kissed your head “Of course I will angel face, your my only girl.” He planted small kisses around your entire face while holding your head in his hands

“Mine?” He smiled nodding his head “All yours sweetheart.” You smiled as your tummy felt like it was doing backflips “Now c’mon we need to finish grocery shopping.”

You quickly nodded your head and continued walking around the store with your beloved husband.

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hecateslore · 2 months

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Ohh could you do older Simon with a reader who doesn’t get along with their mother and comes crying to him about it. Thanks you.

I'm gonna twist it around a bit, Simon witnessing and finding out you two don't get along, if that's okay lol.

You sat on Simon's balcony, going back and forth in your brain.

It was your Mom's birthday. You both hadn't texted or called each other in months over the argument you had at your childhood home. If you were a smoker you'd be chain-smoking right now.

You and Simon started off rocky, you constantly felt like he didn't need you or want you because of his schedule and his job, your mom saw it, and she didn't approve of the damage the relationship did in the beginning. Every time he came over she always had a snarky comment. She'd voice her disaproval.

That was with everything. The kind of shoes you bought, what shirt you decided to wear, How you fixed your hair, how you pronounced a word. It was so excessive, and sometimes you missed her?

Like when you would hear the songs she sang around the house in the grocery, or on the radio.

You pull up your contact list, your thumb hanging over your mothers contact. Putting your pride aside for the moment, you let out a big sigh and Hit the green button that said "Dial."

Her phone rang, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight times before it sent you to voicemail. And it stung a bit, of course it did.

"Hey mom," You sigh into the phone's mic, "I remembered it was your birthday today,

I hope you're having a good day. I bought a card at the store today! it was for you, actually. I saw a red velvet cake today and thought why don't I just give you a call -- Dad said you guys were going to dinner.

Sorry I didn't make it- or sorry I can't make it. I don't know if you'd want me to be there. I was going to call you yesterday, but I didn't know if you'd pick up.

Which is ironic cause I'm leaving you this voicemail.

I miss you mom. and I'm sorry... For whatever I've done, I'm sorry. And I love you.

I'll leave you alone now, cause you're probably not gonna listen to this full message, if you do, i'll be surprised. anyways,

Happy Birthday mom." You press the glowing red button on your screen, and place your head in your hands.

"I'm proud of you," Simons deep voice breaks your silence. You keep your face buried into your palms. He takes the open seat next to you, and looks at your phone screen. He turns your phone off and moves it away from you.

He hears your sniffs and feels the deep breaths under his palm that sits on your back. "You did a good thing," He assures you, rubbing your back in circles.

"I don't feel like it." You huff, finally showing your face, "thats normal," He says, "It's not your fault your mom is the way she is." You let out a chuckle, "You tell her that." You scoff. "You're not," Simon sighs, "Don't do bad by doing good by her." He says, rubbing your shoulder, "I cant do either, If I can't reach her." You point.

"Then don't." You look at him, and see his brown eyes already on you. "If it were only that Simple." You snicker, "It will be, before you know it." He places a kiss on your cheek, "Let's go inside?"

"Yeah."

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vanteguccir · 3 months

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Daddy's favorite girl | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x reader | Dad!Matt Sturniolo x Daughter!Eloise

Summary: Where Matt realizes that his daughter, Eloise, has him tied up in her pinkie.

Warning: None.

Requested?: No.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

PS.: Just a little thing that I wrote today after I went to the market and saw a cute little scene between a father and daughter! (I've posted this earlier, but I deleted it accidentally and just realized it)

PS. 2: I'm already working on a Matt x reader based on today's video of Sam and Colby ft Sturniolo Triplets, so stay tuned!! I'm probably going to post it tomorrow 🩷

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"Matt!" Y/N called from the kitchen, lifting her chin so that her voice echoed better throughout the house, turning her attention back to the items in front of her as she began preparations for lunch.

"Daddy!" Eloise's thin, excited voice echoed through the kitchen, catching Y/N's attention, who momentarily turned back, her eyes finding her daughter.

Eloise sat cross-legged on her fluffy pink carpet, scattered around her were barbies while her little fingers held a mini pink pan and a mini purple spoon. In front of her, almost on top of her white sock-clad feet, she had a mini board with fake vegetables of all colors. The little girl had asked that her mother give her her kitchen toys, wanting to imitate her.

Eloise had an area with toys in each room of the house, and in the kitchen it was between the refrigerator and the counter, with a child-sized stove and refrigerator in neutral colors, full of plastic kitchen items in all colors, and a pink carpet on the front.

"Hi, my little dove." Matt replied, having entered the kitchen seconds after his wife called him.

The man went to his daughter, bending down momentarily and kissing her head covered in curly brown hair - exactly like his -, tied with a pink bow. The smell of children's shampoo and neutral perfume filled Matt's nostrils, making his heart warm from the scent he loved so much.

Matt stood up seconds later, walking over to his wife - who had returned her attention to the vegetables in front of her. His arms wrapped around her baby blue apron covered waist, resting his large hands on her very much pregnant belly while his head rested on Y/N's covered shoulder, kissing the area gently.

"Hi, mama. You look so beautiful today." Matt's voice was low and husky. Y/N felt her face heat up, as if this wasn't the tenth time he'd said that to her that day alone.

The effects that his pregnant wife had on Matt were enormous, he felt his legs getting weak and his heart racing every time he looked at her, besides the arousal, which had increased at least twice as much. Y/N joked that he was worse than her when it came to hormones, and she was the one carrying his second baby.

"I need you to go to the market for me, please. We're out of tomatoes and peppers, and I'm going to use them in the vegetable gratin I'm making." Y/N asked, smiling sideways with Matt's hot breath so close to her as kisses were planted on her shoulder.

"Okay, I'm going to the grocery store around the corner." He informed, earning a nod from Y/N.

Matt and Y/N lived in a house situated in a very homely neighborhood, which had everything nearby: grocery store, butcher's shop, school, pharmacy, etc., which made the couple's day-to-day life easier, reducing the need for use as much car as they needed when they lived in downtown LA.

"Daddy, where are you going?" Eloise asked, raising her big blue eyes, which were now looking intently at her father who was about to walk through the kitchen door with their house keys and his wallet in hand, which he took from the counter.

"Daddy's going to the market, baby." Matt turned around, giving his daughter his full attention as he answered her.

"I want to come along! Mommy, can I go with daddy, please?" The little girl asked, getting up carefully so as not to fall - as had happened several times before because of her haste -, standing on top of her carpet and looking at her mother, her little hands holding the skirt of her pink dress with white ruffles.

Y/N turned to her daughter, pressing her lips in a thin line when she saw the girl's expression, eyes wide and lips in a pout, holding herself back from laughing at the similarity between her and her husband.

"Okay, you can go. But promise me you will be a good girl and listen and obey your father, remember what mommy taught you." Y/N spoke with a soft expression on her face, but serious voice. "And when you come back, be prepared to put away your toys, missy."

Eloise nodded her head repeatedly, smiling big and taking careful steps off the carpet, afraid of steping on her toys. Seeing that she was out of reach of the barbies and pans, she quickly walked towards her father, raising her arms and waiting to be picked up.

Matt, who observed the interaction between his wife and daughter, smiled a smile identical to Eloise's, bending down and picking her up with ease, arranging his arms so that the skirt of his daughter's dress was straight and wouldn't ride up with her movements.

"Her shoes are next to the door. Go carefully, I love you." Y/N spoke from the kitchen, turning her attention to the sink in front of her with a soft smile on her face after hearing her husband and daughter shouting "I love you" back.

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"Come on honey, give your hand to daddy." Matt asked after passing the market entrance, placing Eloise on the floor and taking her small hand, which seemed even smaller when compared to his own. "Let's see what your mom needs."

Matt fished his phone out of his jeans pocket and opened the messaging app, clicking straight to chat with his wife and reading the small list she sent.

The man decided that a basket would be enough, opting not to take a cart. Two of his hands were busy with his daughter and the basket, something he had already gotten used to after repeating this same routine since Eloise learned to walk.

Eloise loved accompanying her father in everything he did, seeing him as her inspiration.

Matt still worked on YouTube with his brothers - of course with fewer videos, since each one had their own family and personal life; but Eloise always made a point of accompanying her father on filming, even though she never appeared in the videos, her baby voice and loud laughs always sounded in the background of each of them.

When Matt was playing video games, Eloise would sit on his lap and watch her father type quickly, often falling asleep even with the loud sounds coming from his headphones.

Even when her father went out with his friends and brothers to play lacrosse or hockey, Eloise begged to accompany him, always being spoiled by the adults and cheering loudly for her father.

Eloise was a true daddy's girl.

"Daddy, can I get some ice cream?" The little girl asked as they passed the ice cream fridge. A big smile graced her face, showing her gums with some missing teeth.

Matt paused for a few seconds, knowing that if Y/N found out that Eloise ate something sweet before lunch, she would fight him. But who said he would be able to resist his daughter's smile and her big blue eyes?

"Alright, dove, but you have to promise to keep it a secret between the two of us." The man asked, crouching down to Eloise's height, raising his pinkie.

And that brings us to the current moment, with Matt already in the checkout line, the basket in his left hand, and Eloise at his right side, holding the ice cream with both hands and a smile still on her face, waiting patiently to being able to eat her treat.

After paying for all the items, Matt thanked the cashier and balanced the bags in his arms, taking his daughter's hand and leaving the store.

On the way home, Eloise squeezed Matt's index finger hard - with her little strength -, getting his attention. The man stopped his steps, looking at Eloise, who was already looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Yes, honey?" He asked, waiting for his daughter to verbalize what she wanted, just like he and Y/N taught her.

"Daddy, I want my ice cream. Please." The little girl asked, remembering to add the magic word at the end.

Matt smiled softly, bending down again and opening one of the bags, keeping Eloise close to him. His right hand reached through the vegetables, pulling out the ice cream covered in pink plastic.

Eloise raised her hands, waiting for her father to give her the treat, but the man lowered her little hands with his left one.

"Let daddy open it first." He spoke, using his two hands to open the plastic, being careful not to tear it, arranging it so that the ice cream melted only inside the packaging, avoiding a bigger mess.

"Here, baby. Hold it with both hands and eat it carefully." Matt asked, handing her the wrapped ice cream and arranging her smaller hands so she could hold it properly.

The man straightened up, arranging all the bags in his right hand and placing his left hand on his daughter's shoulder, keeping her close to him, guiding her carefully so she didn't trip over something or hit somewhere, her eyes too entertained by the pink treat in front of her.

Unfortunately, the promise made between father and daughter did not prevail, Y/N having discovered the treat due to Eloise's hands and mouth being covered in a sticky pink substance and a larger than normal smile adorning her face.

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sunnylands-world · 1 year

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stepdad draco getting mad at y/n and smut after?

You little brat

Pairing: step dad draco x fem reader

Summary: your way of coping with your mother's death is not okay with your step father. I mean why sleep with little boys when you have your step dad who is sexy as hell…

Word count: 1,371

Warning: squirting, aggressive Draco, daddy kink, mentions of spit?, unprotected sex, oral [male an female receiving], fingering, degrading kink, mentions of dead parent, spanking, slut and whore are said, possessive Draco, age gap but the reader is of age and yeah I think that's it let me know if I missed anything 🙃

A/n: Sorry it took all day, today was a bit of a mess but nevertheless I wrote it!! Hope you like it Also I'm obsessed with the banner for this one 😮‍💨

You knew better than to sneak boys into your step dad's house but you did anyway, it wasn't like you'd been caught and after the first time you did it a few more times. Today your step dad was out grocery shopping for dinner which is when you'd snuck the next one in. With your door locked and your body pressed against your bed as Mike or whatever his name was thrusted into you, your headboard hitting the wall as he threw his head back groaning.

You were feeling like a sex doll as he chased his release and for a second you wondered why you were doing this until you felt that horrible ache in your chest, your mother. She had passed and you needed a way to forget, a way to feel better so you did hook-ups. This felt good or it was supposed to but it didn't, and now you were fucking people in the man's house who had opened his door for you after you'd been hurt by loss and every once and awhile you'd feel guilty but then it go as quickly as it came.

You were a grown woman who had needs, what did he expect but what you didn't expect was your step father to come back early. "Hey! [Name] the funniest thing happened. I went to the store and forgot my card!" his deep voice came booming through the manor and you moaned pushing at whoever this was chests and he halted in place, had he been that far gone? "Get up! My dad's here!" you whispered, pushing him. He looks at you in horror, grabbing his clothes.

Everyone knew Draco Malfoy and how possessive he could be over his little girl but it was too late, Draco had already started to unlock your door with his key assuming you were sleep when you didn't answer but to his surprise you were very much not sleeping, you were naked while a boy was pulling his clothes on. His eyes went to yours that held a look of panic sending you a piercing glare before looking back at the boy.

"Get the fuck out of my house or I'll lock you in my personal jail downstairs till your pissing your pants and calling your mother" the boy ran faster than he was thrusting early and you sighed. "Daddy i- ow! What are you doing?" He didn't answer because you could clearly see what he was doing. He was pulling you by your hair to the floor. You try to walk towards him to ease the pain in your scalp as you stumble. "So I go out to make us dinner, and you whore around spreading your legs for some coward?" He asked.

It's then that he drops you on your knees causing pain to shoot through you as you look up seeing him unbuckling his pants. "It's not that big of a deal, your-" he's shut you up, literally, forcing his cock into your mouth and fucking your throat. "Now, you're gonna actually listen to me and stop mouthing off" he says breathlessly, thrusting into you till your face touches his base, making you gag as drool runs down your neck to your bare breasts. "Fuck!" He hissed as you contracted around him. The room fills with your moans as you push at his thighs.

He pulls back a string of saliva the only thing connecting you as he picks you up, tossing you back on your bed. "You can't do this i-" "what? you don't want to fuck your daddy, I'm not your type" he pouts. "Sure seems like you don't really care about that, do you?" He says yanking you towards the end of the bed causing you to gasp as he pushes your legs apart holding them back so they're in the air, planting a kiss on your clit making you sigh. "But you know what I can do that they can't" he says, his breath against your wet center adding a cooling feeling.

He waits till you sit up before he finishes. "I can actually make you cum." His mouth latches onto you, licking through your folds rapidly and your head falls back with a loud moan. He smirks against you, practically making out with your pussy till your coating in spit, then pulling back to rub fast circles against your clit with his fingers. Your hips buck in need of more, he takes the hint adding two fingers into your empty hole; his lips taking the place of his digits working on your bud.

"See they didn't stretch you out properly, poor thing haven't been fucked right" he says biting down and you cry trying to pull away. "Ah, ah, ah don't run from daddy" he teased, kissing the pain away, stroking his tongue across everything that fit in his mouth, lapping up the juices as they come from you. Your body shakes violently as you arch like a back. "That's it, come on, give it to me" he says as he grabs your thighs holding them again because they were on the verge of shutting. He continues to fuck his warm tongue into your dripping cunt till your finished, slapping your face gently.

"Your not going to sleep yet darling, still wanna fill this pretty little pussy of yours" he chuckles, flipping you over, manhandling you till your Face is pressed in the mattress and your ass is up. He lowers down licking your throbbing entrance a few times causing you to relax into the bed, moaning softly. He pulls back hitting your ass cheek once watching as it jiggles from the empact before he thrust into you roughly, not giving you time to adjust as he slams his hips into yours. You grip the sheets weakly, your eyes shutting as you whine under him.

"Daddy" you call and he slaps your ass, you yelp as you shake again. "So sensitive" he teases, pulling back slowly leaving you feeling empty and clenching on nothing before bringing himself fully inside you again. His hand snakes around, grabbing you and pulling you upwards so your back is to his chest as he cuts your air short. It only adds to your pleasure to think about how he's got complete control on whether you breathe or not but he drops you as quickly as he'd picked up, letting you fall, grabbing your hips to bring them back Against his as he hits your ass again.

"Move" he says and you try to muster the strength to move against him despite feeling like you're gonna collapse while your body spasms from the intense pleasure. "Come on you little slut, you had all that mouth till you got an actual man's cock in you" he says and you just whine. "Pathetic" he scoffs, taking control of your twitching body, thrusting into you while you roll your hips back against his as they come forward. "Daddy I need to cum!" You cry out desperately and he hums in thought.

"No" he says before quickening his pace and you sob probably being heard through the giant house. "But" "I said no! you'll cum when I want you to. Do as you are told and take it!" he says and you can barely hold yourself together. Draco basically has to hold you both together because you've gone almost limp. He thrust into you with long strokes, rubbing his veiny cock against your battered walls. He's grown sloppy and begins rocking into you faster while planting kisses to your back. His hand moves down, toying with your button. You lay there only letting out quiet cries now.

"You can let go now princess" he says as his own climax approaches. He's gone haywire biting your skin, groaning and muttering how good you feel. Your whole body tenses as you clench around him and he groans loudly. "Oh my god, Draco" you wail squirting all on him and your thighs. He follows suit filling you full of him, thrusting a few more times falling on top of you. His breath kisses your skin before he lays beside you. Your eyes shut from exhaustion only seeing his Blue ones.

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billthedrake · 4 months

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Note: This is a hypnosis story co-written with @josmith1718

THE PROTOCOL (CHAPTER TWO)

The next day, Dad and I had a lazy Saturday. I usually woke up early, but I slept like a log especially after dad's insatiable appetite after being under. I woke up and saw I was in bed alone. I stretched and made my way downstairs. I was wearing only boxer briefs when I came to the kitchen and saw dad making a whole breakfast spread, "Morning, bud. Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Morning dad, what time did you wake up?"

"I've been up for a while. Woke up so refreshed." He smiled and gave me a kiss before asking me again, "Drink?"

"Uh, I'll have some orange juice."

"Okay bud, sit down, I'll get it for you."

Dad was very happy this morning. He was wearing an old baseball tee and shorts that were being eaten by his ass. I was spent from last night but seeing the sex god in this kitchen making me breakfast was giving me a second wind.

"Here you go son. What do you say we have a nice cookout today? Weather should be good; we can put some steaks on the grill and have some beers."

"Sure dad, but you are in the sun all day, I thought you would want to spend some time in the A/C."

"Well, we could do something else if you want." He smirked as he saw my hardon.

I reached down and tugged at my loose shorts, playfully showing off my endowment to Dad, but also pinching the base a little bit to tame the beast.

"It'll probably be better if I wait." I said.

"Waiting isn't your strong suit, buddy," Dad smirked.

"Nah it isn't," I admitted. I was about to ask whose fault that was but I reflected at how great my father was. I was the luckiest guy in the world. "So... cookout?" I asked. I knew if we stayed in that kitchen, I'd be initiating sex. And last Saturday we didn't leave the house till after noon...

Dad went to get dressed to run his errands to the grocery store. I offered to hit the hardware store for charcoal and some other stuff we needed. Surprisingly, bagged ice is cheaper there, too, so Dad asked me to get a bag or two so we could set up the cooler for the beer.

I was in and out of the big box store pretty quick. I don't know if it was the hypnosis, but I was in a weird mood that morning. Almost giddy with excitement of seeing if Dad was gonna put out for me later, really put out. Maybe I had some misgivings, too. I mean, Dad had brought up the hypnosis route and found the Company, but maybe I was too excited by the idea of reprogramming my loving father.

As I tossed the stuff in the back seat and as I started the car, I wondered about maybe my approach with fucking Dad was wrong. Maybe it wasn't just mental. Hypnosis was one thing, but he would need to get used to having something in his hole.

I took a little detour home, to where one of the adult sex stores was. Hopefully the ice wouldn't melt too much. I'd only been to this store a couple of times, the first time when I turned 18 and a buddy dared me to go as some sort of stupid high school ritual. The other was soon after that, when I heard a rumor you could get a no-strings blowjob in one of the booths. I went in, but chickened out.

Now, I went in and made a beeline for the vibrators and butt plugs. I was not a small fry and Dad would need some practice, even if he was under when I used the toys on him.

I found a beginner sized dildo and picked up an enema bag. I looked for a smaller sized butt plug. Even the smallest looked like it might be a challenge for a newbie at bottoming, but I picked it up too. With a naughty thought I eyed one of the bigger plugs. It would take a hell of a lot of hypnosis to get my tight virgin father to fit that inside him. But the idea turned me on like mad so I bought it too.

I made my purchases and headed back home. Dad was already putting away the groceries in the kitchen, as I went upstairs with my toys and hid them until I needed them.

I'd barely stashed them in the back of my sweaters in the closet when Dad walked into our bedroom. "I'm gonna hit the gym, Kyle," he said, peeling off that baseball shirt. God, here comes my hardon again. But Dad seemed oblivious to that as he went to root through his drawer for his workout gear. "I'll fire up the grill when I get back, OK?"

"Yeah, Dad," I said.

He grabbed his stuff and then paused to look at me. Maybe he wasn't so oblivious to my excitement after all. With a grin he sauntered over and stepped up to me, leaning forward to kiss me gently. It was hot, a lot of soft tongue as Dad and I made out in our bedroom.

His free hand was on my flank, feeling up my muscle beneath my T-shirt. "Nice, son," he grinned. "I can tell you've been hitting the gym too, buddy," he smirked. I worked out during my lunch hour at a corporate gym near my office. I usually enjoyed taking Saturday off.

"Gotta keep up with my old man," I smirked back. I reached down to undo my shorts, but Dad stopped me.

"Save it, buddy... it'll be worth your while, I promise." With that, dad pulled my shorts up and gave me a parting kiss, “Try to keep your hand away from that dick.” He said as he left the room. I did not know it was possible but I was even harder at that comment.

***

The food smelled great as dad sat next to me to let the meat cook on the grill. He had continued to wear the same workout clothes except for the sweaty shirt. He was showing off a good pump, I'd say, his perky nipples saluted me and his calves looked exceptionally delectable. If I was not so hungry, I probably would have tackled him as soon as he walked through the door.

"So how do you feel about the hypnosis, son?" Dad asked as he took a sip of his beer and sat next to me.

"I was hesitant at first but if it makes you happy, Dad, I'm game but, how about you? Did you feel different when you were under?" I asked. I kept putting the old man under and never even thought of asking if it was enjoyable.

"Not just me, son. Remember what you told me, if we're both not into it, we don't have to do it." He held his gaze on mine, "But I will be honest, if it'll help us... me... I want it."

I nodded and smiled at him. He reached and patted my thigh before answering the second half of my question.

"And to answer your question, I didn't feel anything. It felt like I fell asleep and when I ‘woke up' I felt refreshed. I hope it can help me to be able to give you what you want but if not, it's helping me to feel relaxed at least."

"Did you remember what you did when the man from the Company put you under?"

"No. We were talking and then he was telling me we were done. Whatever I did, I don't think it was embarrassing but I did feel good afterwards."

We ate, we tanned, and we had some more beers. It was a nice relaxed way to spend the weekend. Dad worked hard and in my own white collar way, I worked hard too. It was nice to lie in the backyard and think about nothing.

I had my eyes closed and tried to keep everything out of my mind. I just heard the sizzling of the grill, dad whistling, the light chirping of the birds. Suddenly, I began to think about the hypnosis and started throwing wood. It was a hot idea, having my dad do anything I wanted, bend over, and let me rim him or ask me to fuck him as matter-of-factly as he did when providing me with his oral services. I was maybe hoping it was a one session kind of deal and then Dad would be lifting his legs for me. Yet, he'd put off sex, even more than normal. I wondered if he needed more reinforcement or if I needed to expedite the process.

The more I thought about it, the more I decided I'd put him under again and take dad back to the white hallway. As soon as we went inside, I was determined I'd be putting him under again. I wanted to get in his ass but didn't want to do it prematurely. As I went through the motions of helping him clean and put away things, I was formulating a script in my mind of what I was going to say and do. I had to think of the Protocol the Company provided, and how reinforcement could help tap into Dad's inner psyche.

"That was great." Dad said as we were putting away the last of the leftovers in containers. I admired his hairy frame now that he had gotten a tan on his chest and back. A shame he didn't go shirtless at work, I'm sure he'd get more contracts showing his body off and he'd had an overall tan.

"You are the grill master, dad."

"You flatter me buddy." Dad rubbed my shoulder, as he stepped by me. I watched him walk down the hall, and even as he was out of my sight, the sound of the door closing suggested to me he was taking a piss.

It seemed the perfect chance to catch him unaware. That approach seemed to work the first time and if he was easily put under then, it should be no issue now. I put the food away as quickly as I could and then I walked down the hall to wait outside the bathroom for him to come out. I heard the flushing of the toilet followed by the start of dad washing his hands and whistling as he cleaned up.

"Hey buddy... you gotta go...?" Dad began as he opened the door but at the sound of me saying “power down” he stopped mid-sentence. He went from animated to emotionless in one swoop. His face was drained of emotion, his arms fell to his sides, and he looked past me, as though there was a point behind me, he needed to concentrate on.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Relaxed..." Was dad's monotone response.

"Remember what I told you about Kyle?"

Dad nodded and said "Yes..."

"Repeat to me what you learned about Kyle and what you need to do."

"Kyle does the fucking, to show him I love him, I have to let go and give him what he wants..." He responded. Once again, I smiled, "What does he want?"

"To fuck me." Dad responded, determined. As he finished his thought, I saw how he began to breathe a bit faster, and his cock began to swell up. The shorts he was wearing were flimsy and nothing hid what was happening down there.

"That's right. When this finally happens, you will give him happiness and he, in turn, will bring you pleasure. Your son will be happy, and you want to make your son happy right?"

"That's all I want, my boy to be happy." He was more determined with his response.

"Extend your hands and hold on to me, we are going back to the door in the white hallway." He extended his hands and I reached with mine. I held on, feeling the dampness on his skin.

"Walk with me as I count to five. Once I reach five, we'll be at the door."

"One... we're walking down the corridor," I slowly walked us to the bedroom where I had stashed the toys I would be needing, "Two... you are feeling relaxed and calm knowing your son will never cause you pain or hurt you," I passed a couple of framed pictures of us at a camping trip and from both of my graduations, "Three... you are closer to the door, remembering what you saw there, getting you excited..." At the threshold of the bedroom, I said, "Four... the door is at arm's reach, you want to open the door, right?"

"Yes, I want to open the door." Dad responded a bit breathlessly.

"Good... five, reach for the doorknob and open the door. What do you see?" I let go of his hand momentarily and saw him reach to the imaginary door to open it.

"I'm in bed with my boy... He is on top of me, getting ready to fuck me... My son looks happy..." Dad began to smile warmly as he saw the scene.

"He is very happy, but you can't bottom for him yet, why?" I caressed his hand.

"Men don't get fucked." Again, determined. I knew we would need to work on this now if we were going to get anywhere.

"Look at yourself, Brian. You are a man. Look at your muscles, your hairy torso, strong legs, are you not a man?"

"Yes, I'm a man."

"Keep looking at the scene in front of you, is your son inside you, fucking you, making you feel good?"

"God... yes, he is fucking me, making me feel pleasure." He tightened his grip on my hand and his breathing increased. He wanted to be able to give his boy this, the pleasure that he would experience was secondary at this point. All he wanted was to be a good daddy and take care of his boy's needs. He wanted what he saw.

"And as he is doing this... are you changing at all?" I asked, looking at dad's face to see if there was any resistance to what I was inferring.

Dad looked confused at this. I continued to caress his hand and pushed on, "Did you become less of a man?"

Again, confusion, his brow creased as he thought of it. I answered for him, "No you didn't. Look, Kyle is still fucking you, bringing you pleasure. He is fucking a man, not a woman. Say it, Kyle fucks men."

"Kyle fucks men..."

"Again, with conviction."

"Kyle fucks men." I moved his hand to my cock, and I moved my free hand to his, "Hold Kyle's cock and ask him who he fucks."

Dad looked at me as though trying to look through a fog and asked, "Who do you fuck?", his hand lightly gripping my cock like he did when he was ready to give me a handjob. I fished out his cock and began to match his grip and stroking motions as I answered.

"I fuck men, dad, not women, just men. Hairy, muscular, masculine men. Men that work construction, that have a tan from being in the sun working hard, muscles from moving heavy things all day." I said this as I stroked him.

"God, son..." he whispered to himself.

"Brian, who is getting fucked on the bed?" I asked, getting a thrill calling him by his name.

"I am..."

"Are you a man?"

"Yes..."

"So, say it, I'm a man that gets fucked."

Dad's voice was direct and unwavering. A pure expression of his unconscious. "Men don't get fucked."

Jesus Christ. Back to square one.

I let go of his dick and thought for a second. What would the Protocol suggest? I don't even remember where the idea came from, but I remembered something about triangulation. Shifting the focus. "Brian.... Listen carefully to my voice.”

Dad looked at me with unwavering concentration.

"You are past the white door now... where only my voice matters."

"Your voice."

I felt his grip on my cock get tighter, now playing with it, then stroking it. Fuck, this felt good.

"When you are awake, Brian, and you worry about not being a man, you can listen to my voice and it'll relax you, helping you let go for your son."

I spread my legs and let Dad openly stroke me. The more I talked the more eagerly he tugged at my dick. "You know what that voice will be telling you?"

He shook his head no. Like an eager student studying for a test. Aww God, his hand felt amazing. This man, even under, only had one mission and it was to bring me pleasure. I had to bite my lip and take a deep breath before I continued because I didn't want to shoot yet, I needed to see this through.

"That voice will be telling you that anytime you don't feel like a man, to think instead about Kyle. Your son—" God, Dad's hand was driving me crazy. I wasn't normally a hand job guy, but this head fuck was messing with mine in its own way. "—and how manly he is." I finished my train of thought in a raspy voice.

"Yes, Kyle is a man." Dad responded determined, proud even. The same way he would when bragging to his buddies about me for something.

"Good," I said. "And because Kyle is a man, you do not have to worry about yourself. Just listen to that voice...Dad." My breath was getting shorter. I reached out and began stroking Dad's cock as he did mine.

"What does that voice say, Dad?" I stopped calling him by his name and reverted back to ‘Dad.' I wanted him badly and calling him Brian, while naughty at first, was not as personable as ‘Dad.' The man raised me, taught me so much. Now it was my turn to return the favor, as it were, and teach him new things. Things that would bring him pleasure.

"That voice is saying Kyle is a man." He was sweating a bit, his nipples were perky and his cock throbbed in my hand.

"What do men do?"

"Men fuck.”

"What is going to help you be able to be your son's bottom daddy?” I was stroking dad hard, and he was too, we were both lost in the moment. I don't even know when it was the last time, I called dad ‘daddy' but I had just said it and if I was not in the edge of shooting, I was when dad responded.

"Listen to the voice... allow Kyle to make me his bottom daddy." The combination of seeing dad zonked out, his words and his hand on my cock, I shot my load, some of it landing on his hand and floor. Dad, in turn, shot all over my hand. Like father like son, both shooting our loads at the idea that I needed to fuck him, and he was going to allow me to.

We were both breathing hard and as we both caught our breath, I looked at dad and with some clarity instructed him to close the door. Dad used his free hand and simulated closing the imaginary door. I continued, "You are a man that gets fucked, keep that in mind. You still can't bottom for Kyle, but you want to, desperately. You want to get pleasure, you want to make Kyle happy, but you need to prepare for it. You will ask Kyle to help you. It'll be scary but put your trust in your son, he loves you, he is here for you, he is going to make sure everything you do for him, is returned with pleasure tenfold."

"I trust my son." No hesitation at all. That made me really happy that dad have trust in me.

"And he trusts you. He loves you very much." I kissed his cheek and felt the stubble, it was the weekend he hadn't shaved since Friday.

Dad smiled and continued to stroke my spent cock, bringing it back to life, "Once you come out of this state of relaxation, at some point tonight you will ask your son to help you. You will ask him what you need to do, what can you do to get ready. You will only feel pleasure once it happens. This pleasure will make you feel comfortable getting played with and fucked by your son, Kyle. Understood?"

"Yes... I want that... I want Kyle to play with me..."

"He wants to play with you too. Now, you are going to wake up when I count to three. When you wake, you will not realize you were under but will retain all instructions and suggestions. You will also not find it weird that we are here covered in cum. You will find it hot and want to shower off the remnants of it before we head downstairs, and watch T.V. Understood?"

"I understand."

"Good, let's wake up. One... Two... Three..."

Life came back to dad's eyes, and he smiled when he saw the mess we had made, "Shame I didn't get that load in my mouth but can't cry over spilled milk, right buddy?"

I smiled and he closed the gap and gave me a kiss, "Let's hit the showers, son." I nodded and followed him as he dragged me to the bathroom without letting go of my cock.

We showered, made out under the running water, and then saw a bit of T.V. before we called it a night. As we were getting ready for bed, dad looked at me intently, "I love you so much, buddy."

"I love you too dad." I smiled and threw a pillow at him. He caught it and then stroked it a bit, almost as if he was arming himself with courage.

"I really want to give you everything I can, son. I'm a man and I shouldn't be scared to ask for help so here it is.” He took a deep breath, “Help me."

"Dad, anything you need, you know I'm here for you." I responded. I sat on the edge of the bed and dad came to my side and sat next to me.

"I want to be your bottom and I need to know how to do that. I don't know if hypnosis will help but in case it does, I need to prepare myself... but I don't know what I should even do first." He sounded determined but innocent all at once. I bit my lip as he said that, damn, I was once again throwing wood.

I moved a bit, trying to hide what was growing between my legs and at first, I was not sure if dad noticed but he definitely did when he got up and used my name, "Come on Kyle, I need your help. Tell me what I need to do to prep for when I finally give it up." He sounded annoyed that I would choose his vulnerable moment to be a horndog.

"Sorry dad...” I grabbed a pillow and put it over my crotch, “You need to clean yourself out and then practice. It's not much to it. Here..." I got up, covering my crotch making dad more annoyed.

“Take the pillow off, I already know you're horny,” he growled softly.

I blushed and nodded and went to get the toys. I pretended to take a while to look for them as though they were there for a long time and brought out the enema bag, "Here you go dad, this is an enema bag, you use this to clean yourself out."

"So...I fill this with water and then..." He mimed it not wanting to say it, blushing as I nodded my head.

"I can help you if that would—"

"I'll do it alone buddy. We may shower together but I draw the line with you watching me shit out poop water."

"Alright, I'll be here dad. Take your time, it's not a race."

"How long do I do it for?" He asked as he walked towards the bathroom.

"Until the water you push out is clear."

Dad was gone for a while. My cock deflated as soon as he left. Dad's mere presence had that effect on me. He could be standing perfectly still and I'd want to jump his bones. As he cleaned himself, I ended up working on emails and getting them scheduled to be sent out Monday morning. I even folded some laundry as he stayed in the bathroom. I didn't hear much other than the occasional flushing. After a little over half an hour, I heard the toilet flush again and dad come back to the room as I was putting away some clothes.

"If we were to do the deed, I'd have to do that every time?" He was red and sweating. God only knows what he did in that bathroom, but I didn't think it would take that long.

"We can get a bidet and a proper douche, you know, to be cleaner down there." I smiled at dad.

"Fuck, buddy... I have never been in the bathroom this long ever but honestly, I never felt so clean." I couldn't deny my need to be with dad. I grabbed the folded clothes still on the bed and put them on the chair in the corner of the room and ran towards dad. He held me and we began to make out. He held me tight, his shirtless frame on my clothed one. He pulled the shirt off and I began to play with his hairy chest.

As the kisses became more needy, my hands began traveling slowly down towards his ass, something he would not let me do before. The man had his hangups and one of those things was not getting near his hole. I kissed, sucked, touched, caressed and loved every part of my dad's body but his ass... that was something I wanted to explore at length but never could.

"Son..." He began as my hand caressed his ass.

"Dad please, I won't go in, I just want to touch it." I said, going back to kissing him deeply. Dad moaned into my mouth and let me explore. Fuck, that furry ass was making me bone something bad. Dad slowly lowered my shorts and began to play with my cock, "Fat executive cock..." he hissed.

We were both enthralled by what we loved on each other's bodies. I scooted up in bed and let Dad suck my dick some. I had to urge him to go slow at times and finally pulled him off. I didn't want to cum in his mouth, though I could read Dad's desire to get off that way. He loved having my dick in his mouth and loved swallowing my cum.

I got back down so we were face to face, naked in bed together. But as I got on top of him, almost a classic missionary position, I felt Dad's body jerk and shiver beneath mine. Like he got a cold spell.

"You OK, Dad?" I asked.

He nodded, gulping. "Yeah, son... it's just... fuck!"

He got another shiver. I realized it was the hypnotic suggestion, giving him that excitement when I was on top of him. I humped his cock and we made out. Dad was moaning into my mouth and clutching at my back and then my arms. Pulling me in, wanting nothing more than my weight on top of his.

"You're such a fucking stud, son," he whispered as we finally broke that kiss and looked into each other's eyes. Dad was vulnerable and yet totally alive. Turned on. Fuck, this was gonna happen. Maybe I wouldn't even need the toys.

I kissed my way down, feeling my father shiver as I enjoyed the feel of his fur and his aged brawn. I went further, pushing Dad's legs back. That didn't get resistance but almost immediately his hand was on my head, stopping me.

"Can't son," he said. Not apologetic. Like, freaked out just from the fact I was gonna rim him.

Goddamnit.

"Power down," I said.

Dad's body relaxed, almost to the point of going limp. I even had to hold his legs in place, splayed back. I could see his squeaky clean pucker. Maybe this wasn't the Protocol, but I wasn't gonna waste a clean dad hole like this. Not after dreaming about it all day.

"When you were awake, how did you feel Brian?"

"Horny... then nervous."

"I understand... but, I'm going to share a secret with you that'll make the nerves fade away. You want that, right? You can speak freely”

“Yes, I don't want to be nervous for my boy.” I smiled. It must be hard for him. A man that has lived so long with this notion and wanting to get rid of it, knowing that it'll be a pleasure for him and his lover but unable to.

“Can you keep a secret?" I whispered, looking up from his hole. Damn, I wish I didn't have to do this right now. I was ready to rock his world. Nevertheless, I persisted.

"Yes." His voice was quiet, obedient, determined.

Damn, I was rock hard. This whole thing with dad recharged me in a way that I was ready to shoot again if dad helped me out. "You are a special man, Brian. Some men only have one pleasure spot. Their cocks. You have four."

"Four?" he said, a bit surprised with a hint of confusion.

"Yes, four. You've already found two. Your cock, and the back of your throat." I reached and caressed his cock a bit.

Dad's dick surged hard again when he felt my hand and my voice, the words and their meanings sinking in.

"You like when Kyle tickles the spot in your throat, don't you Brian?"

"I do," Dad answered.

"It's pure pleasure for you."

"Yes," he said.

I ran my fingers along his leg hair as I scooted in. Dropping my voice to an even more suggestive register, I continued, "You have a spot like that deep inside you, Brian. Deep in your ass."

His face grew questioning, but he nodded.

"So deep only your son can reach it. Kyle is the only man who has the key to unlock that spot for you."

"Kyle is a man." No hesitation.

Fuck, my cock just spurted some pre on to dad's furry belly.

"You know why he has that key?"

"Because Kyle loves me." His smile grew with his response. I loved this man.

"Yes, Kyle loves you and he wants you to feel that intense pleasure deep inside you."

"I am a lucky father."

"You are a lucky man, Brian. Because you have one more pleasure spot. Your asshole craves stimulation."

"Stimulation."

"You want Kyle to make that spot feel good, too."

"Yes."

We'd see if this works.

"Ok Brian, continue to listen to my voice. I am going to count to three. You will not realize you were under, but you will continue to follow all suggestions and instructions while you were in this state. Once you wake, you'll feel alive and happy and allow your boy do what he wants, you trust him. You want this. Understood?”

“I understand.”

“Let's wake up, handsome. One... two... three...”

Dad's body tensed beneath mine and he let out a breath. It took him a half second to refocus, but he smirked at me.

"You're hard as a rock, buddy," Without missing a beat he responded as though he hadn't been under.

I nodded. "You get me that way, Dad." I attacked his chest again with my lips then started the process of kissing lower. We'd see if this worked. I slowly got to his cock, kissing it before I went lower.

Dad was hesitant, I could feel his body stiffen but then I pulled his legs back again and he let me.

I saw my prize, that beautiful daddy hole winking at me, inviting me to love it. God, I wanted that more than anything, to show how good my tongue could feel in there... before something bigger went in.

"Son please..." He whispered. He knew it was going to happen and was nervous.

"I'm here dad, please trust me, let me make you feel good just like you make me feel good."

"I trust you son... I trust you completely." He bit his lip before reaching for his legs and raising them on his own.

"Aww fuck, dad..." I said and before he changed his mind, I dove into his ass and began to kiss it. I was in heaven, after so many years, I was rimming him, and it was amazing.

"My fucking God!" Dad cried. Unprepared for the sensations, he let out a moan and spread his legs wider. "Kyle! Buddy!"

"Yeah? Like your son eating this ass?" I asked as I pulled back to look up his furry beef and into his handsome face.

"I think so..." He opened his eyes, then watched as I dipped back in again to lick his entrance. "Yeah... that's it.... I love it, son. Keep going, eat your dad's ass, buddy."

"Thank you, dad, thank you," I muttered into his hole. I responded enthusiastically and began to really eat him out. Dad was moaning, his nipples were hard, his cock throbbing. The man had denied himself this feeling for too long, and I was happy and lucky to be the one giving him this pleasure.

"Eat me out, son, God your tongue is slithering in there." He was now bucking his hole against my face, almost riding my mouth. I still didn't know how much of this was the hypnotic suggestion or his body naturally feeling good from my hitting his spot but either way, I was not going to question it. Right now, I was going to enjoy myself and really give dad the full experience.

I moaned and nodded, really pushing my tongue into that nice, clean hole, wiggling it around before retreating to tease the pucker.

"My executive stud," Dad grunted, "Showing his dad how good it is to have him playing with his ass."

‘His ass,' fuck that made me double my efforts before I reached for his cock and began to play with it.

"Yeah buddy, play with it, that ass is yours, all yours stud. Fuck, you got me so hard, son." Goddamn, my father was contracting his abs and thrusting that vulnerable cherry hole up against my munching mouth. This was out of control in the best way.

Thank you, Tech Bro, I was getting everything I ever wanted. Never would Dad have let me do this before, and now he was encouraging me to play with his amazing dad hole. This guy at the Company knew what he was doing, and Dad and I were proof of it. I would recommend the service to however many people I could and leave a great Google review.

My man was now a moaning mess, sweating profusely, his nipples hard, his cock dripping precum, I wanted to concentrate on his pleasure and not mine. My cock would explode in my shorts for all I care if it meant that dad would love this enough to let me play in there whenever I wanted.

I pushed my tongue deeper in there as I felt his hole begin to open and suck on my tongue.

"I'm on the edge, buddy... ready to cum for my executive stud... shoot for my boy..." That was hot, I got off his ass and crawled until I was on top of him, "I love you dad, so damn much."

"I want to shoot my load for you, I want to give you my load, buddy."

"Shoot for your son, dad, shoot for your man." I kissed him again. He didn't object to tasting my lips fresh from his ass. I slipped Dad some tongue before pulling back. I wanted to rim him more.

Going back to his ass, I doubled my efforts, just as my hand gripped his cock as I began to stroke him.

"Give me that load, dad, shoot for your stud, show him what a good dad you are."

"Fuck son, fuck, fuck, eat me out.... You're working my spot, son," Dad grunted.

I nodded and increased the speed of my strokes. A combination of my tongue work and my hand on his cock, Dad moaned and then I felt his cock expand and shoot his load. I continued to stroke until I felt dad's hand on mine.

"Fuck, son...fuck..." He was shaking. I kissed his ass one last time before I let him lower his legs. Scooting up, I lay next to him, my cock hard as steel. We were both catching our breath. Dad had his arm over his eyes, like he was recovering from a marathon.

"Fuck..."

"How do you feel dad?" I asked as I laid my hand on his chest. His hairy chest was damp from the sweat, and I could feel his heart beating hard.

"Damn..." He responded before he laughed, "That was... amazing. So intense, I never... All I can say is.... fuck..."

I smiled and grabbed his head. He lifted his arm and looked at me, "Was it everything you hoped for?" He asked in a sultry voice.

"And more, dad, c'mere." He smiled and we kissed. We stayed kissing until he realized I had not shot, "You didn't cum?" He asked concerned.

"This was about your pleasure dad." I responded honestly.

"I'm such a lucky bastard. Let's get in the shower, son, I'll take care of you there."

***

Before bed, I pulled out the dildo I'd purchased.

"What's this?" He asked, chuckling, nervous as he saw me bring the thing out of the packaging.

"You washed yourself, now, we need to train your ass to get used to having something up there."

I was undeterred and I looked at him before saying, "Trust me, dad."

He bit his lip and nodded, "How do you want me?"

It was difficult but after rimming him again, to calm his nerves though it was more for me, I lubed him up and ran the dildo along his ass lips.

"Oh!" he grunted. I grinned and gave him a determined look as I ran the toy over his sensitive spot. The more I ran it over his ring, the more he seemed into it, and I watched him get a boner again. I took the cue to push it in. It wasn't too big, but it was enough.

"Easy son, I'm cherry back there." He urged, reaching down to grip my forearm. Dad has a strong grip.

I nodded and concentrated on just the inner part of his sphincter, eventually working an inch in and out, giving my old man time to get used to it. All in all, we both worked to get this next step completed. A compromise between my desire to see Dad penetrated and his desire to focus on the pleasures in his anus itself. We would both get a good night's sleep after our efforts this evening.

I was getting hard, and I stroked my cock in one hand while I used the other to diddle his hole.

Dad let out a grunt and another inch of that fake cock slid inside him. The suddenness tripped my wires.

"Fuck!" I gasped as a load shot out. Since Dad had sucked me off an hour before, it wasn't the heaviest cum, but it was bigger than I expected.

I thanked him with a kiss and pulled out the dildo, laying it on the nightstand.

"That was incredible, Dad," I muttered as he pulled my body to his, “I'm glad bud... and it was good for me too.” We fell asleep soon after, dad holding me in his arms.

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pablitogavii · 10 months

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omgg can u do gavi caring for a sick reader? <3 lots of love

I re-posted Sunburn story yesterday and will do similar idea only with reader getting sunburns and Gavi taking care of her. :)

"Where is mi chica??" Pablo asked his sister when he saw that you were not packed and ready to go to the boat when he came back from the grocery store with the guys.

"She's still in your room, hermano" Aurora said before leaving for the kitchen to check if boys got everything from the list.

Pablo scrunched his eyebrows and went to the shared bedroom knocking softly before getting in seeing you snuggled up in the blanket.

"Amor? Que haces? It's almost time to go to the boat" he said but sitting besides you on the bed he saw that your eyes were watery and your face was red.

"Que pasa mi preciosa? Are you crying??" he said tucking a strand of hair behind your ear feeling the heat radiating off your body the more he came closer.

"It hurts Pabloo.." was all you muttered and he got worried wondering weather you've gotten hurt while he was gone but Aurora didn't tell him anything about it which was strange.

"Tell your Pablito what hurts you so he can make it better for you princesa?" Pablo said and she moved a little pulling off the blanket and showing his the red skin of her shoulders, legs and stomach..those were some nasty sunburns!

"Aww mi amor got sunburns huh?" Pablo said and you pouted adorably nodding your head before pulling the blanket over your shaking body again. It felt so cold if you tried to get out of the covers.

"It's okay preciosa..I will take care of you today" he said pecking your lips gently before walking to the door and telling the rest that the two of you won't be joining them today.

When they left, Pablo came back with some anti-burn gel and nice cup of coco you loved so much.

"I'm sorry I ruined our vacation amorcito.." she said sadly when he sat down placing the cup on the nightstand.

"Princesa, it could happen to anybody..it's okay. I will take care of you today and tomorrow you will be like new, I promise" Pablo said touching your forehead to check for fever which you luckily didn't have. Your whole body was aching badly tho.

"Let' take those clothes off princesa and I will put some of this gel on your skin" Pablo said which made you shy but he reassured you that it was okay and that it was only the two of you here. You did as he asked feeling shivers of coldness move down your spine as you sat in your panties when he moved the blanket to the side.

"It's cold!! So cold!!" you whined when he put some of the gel on your stomach and he giggled kissing your lips to distract you which certainly seemed to work. Soon enough, he put gel over all of your burn and got you his hoodie to wear to keep warm.

"Come here now preciosa" he said laying down shirtless and you nuzzled close to him pulling on his body head and sighing in pleasure..it felt so good to feel warm again!

"How do you feel now mi amor??" Pablo asked softly while playing with your hair and you smiled happily while looking up into his gorgeous eyes.

"So warm.." you said and he smiled kissing your forehead and then your lips before you cuddled up to him again stealing a glance of the warm hot coco on the night stand.

"Can I have my hot coco now??" you ask with a pout and Pablo's heart melted at how adorable you were when you were sick as he nodded his head helping you sit up comfortably before giving you the cup of the sweet beverage.

"You can have whatever you want preciosa" Pablo said kissing the side of your head while you blew the hot beverage.

"It's so sweet and yummy!" you say after the very first sip and Pablo chuckled cleaning up your chin which made you blush a little but smile through it.

"Just like you princesa!" he said kissing the side of your neck and you giggled laying your head on Pablo's shoulder while swirling your hot coco and thinking to yourself how fortunate you are to have him in your life..<3

A few days later...

Now that you felt all better, you were excited to go on a boat ride at the Formentera Island.

The moment you stepped on it, you took off your cover up ready to jump in the ocean but was interrupted by your boyfriend.

"Pump those breaks preciosa! Sunscreen first!!" he said running after you with a spray making everyone including yourself laugh at his protective nature.

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dawnoftime22 · 4 months

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for you.

| W.M ( -> N.R )

Undeserving of a love like yours, Chapter 2

Chapter Warnings: None, I don't think

Summary: With Wanda being busy, it's up to you to stock up on the kitchen ingredients at the grocery store.

Series Summary: When you're stuck in a complete hole of confusion and hurt with the one you thought you loved most, a certain redhead finds her way into your life.

Word Count: 3.6k

Category: Fluff, teensy bit of hurt/comfort if you squint

A/N: okay you're going to be in the long run for a bit :] get real cozy with some music because of the bit of slowness. it'll get interesting soon, but for now enjoy <3

| Started on 05/01/2024, 9:51 AM |

| Finished on 11/01/2024, 12:40 AM |

Masterlist | Series Masterlist | N.R Masterlist

<- Chapter 1 Chapter 3 ->

"I want to do all the things for you, that you thought no one ever would."

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The morning came around with the wind gently visiting the windchimes of other houses, and birds easily flying around with all their freedom and grace.

You stir in your sleep, the warmthness of the sunlight from the windows easily signalling your mind to wake up. But the cold sheets that greet you say otherwise. Your eyebrows furrow as you blink away the sleep. You move to put your head up and look at the empty spot beside you, along with your hand trying to find another. But all that came next was nothing but another empty space.

A quiet sigh comes from your mouth. You give up trying to find another body and instead lay against the bed deflatedly with your eyes closed. It was too early to get up so soon. You weren't going to. Right?

But you open your eyes once more, looking at the missing presence of a certain someone. It urged your body to get up. With a long stretch, you eventually come to a sitting position. She was definitely not in the bathroom. It was quiet, and the lights are off.

You turn to the edge of the bed, letting your legs touch the floor and your hands pushing down on the bed sheets. Begrudgingly, you stand up, going to search for the brunette you always see in the morning.

At the small sound of clatter you hear somewhere out the room, you now turn your head towards it and quickly go for the door that was open just a crack.

Soon, after making your way to the living room and finding nothing, but getting to the kitchen, you see a figure with a green jacket moving smoothly after closing the fridge. You smile and sit down on the barstool. There she was.

"What're you doing?" You ask, resting your arms on the kitchen island and watching her. There was nothing on the stove, or the counters, making you all the more curious as to what she was up to.

"Oh! Y/N." Wanda jumped, turning around to see you. She relaxed when she saw you, sitting with your slightly messy hair from your sleep. "Good morning. I'm about to go to the store to get some stuff. You want anything?"

"Sorry. Um, no, probably not. Would you mind picking up a hot chocolate on the way though?" You apologise, letting out a small laugh with your words, having not expected that she would be surprised at your sudden presence. But you know the grocery store is somewhere near your usual café spot, and so you follow along with that.

"Of course." Wanda said, a smile going on her face as she goes to the front door, grabbing her shoes from the shoe rack along with her socks.

"Can I come with you, or...?" Your eyes and head move along with her trail, with soon enough, your entire body turning on the island chair.

"You can't, I'm sorry милая (sweetheart). I have work soon, so I'll be rushing." She wears her socks and gets her shoes on, tying the shoelaces carefully. Your eyebrows raise at the sentence, realising she was out of bed all ready with a jacket because she had work today.

"Oh, okay. I could get the groceries if you'd like, while you go to work?" You suggest, not wanting her to stress too much about it when you have your own free time and car.

"That...is a great idea. Are you okay with that? I know you just woke up." She asks, having finished putting her shoes on and checking her pockets for her phone and keys, to which her hand eventually goes up to point at you for a second as a small gesture.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's fine. You go on ahead to work and relax instead of rushing." You waved your own hand, nodding your head and giving her a reassuring smile. Relief might have flowed through her body when she looks up at you, mirroring your face.

"Alright. I'll see you when I get back home." She says, opening the door and walking outside with her eyes on you as she spoke.

"Okay. See you, and I love you!" You shout, in case she wouldn't have heard the last few words. She had almost closed the door, but opens it again for a bit to reply.

"Love you, too!" She says, speaking in a higher volume considering she was already outside. She closes the door by the time her reply had finished coming out.

Your heart warmed, and you stand up, using your hands to push up from the kitchen island and off the chair. You go back to the bedroom to take a quick shower, the water waking you up a bit more. Once you were out, you got ready to go on your way, wearing your chosen clothing and making sure your phone was in your pocket.

You go out to the living room, walking over to a nearby small table to grab your car keys. After storing them safely in your other free pocket of your jeans, the same as Wanda had done, you then go out the house, locking the door.

Instantly, the wind outside gently meets your face, but the leaves of the trees move a little too much for it to be simply a nice breeze. You click the unlock button, and the familiar sound of the car softly beeping reached your ears.

As you make your way to the car, you look around, seeing birds visiting trees and the rooftops of houses. The sky being gray didn't miss your eyes, but when you saw the drip of the rain on your car, you assumed it had rained while you were asleep.

The car door easily opens when your hand pulls on the handle. You sat in the driver's seat and shut the door, turning on the engine. The car rattles slightly, screens light up, and the engine hums.

After checking the road was clear, you slowly back out the driveway and start your journey to first, the café you love.

Buildings passed by, the trees, and soon enough accompanied with the park you and Wanda went to recently. Every part of this city reminded you of a certain memory. It was a stranger to you just a few months ago, but with you and Wanda's decision to move here, it started to become something familiar. Something close to your heart. It feels like home.

You make a turn to go to another road, one full of stores and small restaurants, even boutiques. But your only target was the small café sat just at the edge of everything else. Your eyes land on one of the many empty parking spots, and you carefully and slowly drive your way into one, parking the car.

After checking you were completely in the borders, you get out your car once the roads were clear. You make your way to the cozily decorated place, chairs and tables neatly placed. It was considerably empty, seeing as today was a weekday. But you knew by lunch hour, it'll be nearly as lively as the many other cafés.

You enter the shop, going up to the counter. Your eyes look up at the menu, reading the words written. Technically, you didn't need to, with how many times you've gone here, but neither of the staff members were at the cash register.

When one comes, up they greet you simply, asking what you'd like. They dusted their hands on their apron, having finished cleaning a coffee machine.

"A hot chocolate, please. With a to-go waffle." You say, your order simple. You were going to the grocery store anyway.

"Is that all?" They ask with a small smile after tapping the screen near the cash register and letting your orders count to a total price.

"Yep," you say with a smile, having not recognised the employee. You guessed it's a part-timer who got the job just recently.

You give them the cash to pay for the order. They take it and store it in the cash register, to which the receipt soon comes out. The employee rips it off and gives it to you

"It'll be ready in 10 minutes." Once that was done, they turn to make a hot chocolate for you and prepare a waffle. You wait patiently at the counter. After a few seconds you look around the café.

There were three tables occupied. One, with a guy busily working away on his laptop and eyes focused, a mug of coffee beside him. You hoped that doesn't spill, from how close it was to the device.

The other table held a person, student perhaps, writing down things in a notebook. You guessed they were doing homework. A plate with a half eaten pastry and a cup of tea was there. A common scene you would always see whenever you walked in.

But then you look to the last table that had someone, and see a familiar face. She's a blonde, brown eyes...leather jacket. It was Carol. Carol Danvers.

"Carol! Hi?" You say, with happiness at the sight of her after so long of not seeing her, but also a questionable tone coming out. She isn't usually here.

Still, she looks up at you, having recognised the sound of your voice, she wasn't surprised, but did have her eyebrows raised.

"Hey, Y/N." She said casually, as she did when you would meet her at the near bar. You walk to her table and away from the counter, knowing it'll be fine considering you had already ordered.

"What are you doing here?" You question while sitting down across from her, still confused at the fact that she was even here.

"I thought I'd hang here, since it's actually a good place. I was going to go do some training rounds, but it got cancelled," she said with a shrug. You blink, and your mind had to register her words for a bit from surprise before you realised she was serious. You'd always offer her to breakfast or lunch whenever Wanda couldn't just to catch up, but she'd always deny.

"I also got kicked from the bar, but then I saw this place," she said, once again, so naturally. Your eyes widen and your mouth moved panickly to make up a response through your shock.

"What? How?" You manage to say. The blonde pursed her lips and you raised your eyebrows.

"I may or may not have punched a drunk guy who tried to flirt with me..." she trails off, making it almost sound like the whole story was in that one sentence, and well, you almost hoped it was.

"Well, if he was that bad, he deserved it." You shrug, resting your arms on the table and leaning as you got into the conversation with her.

"I also knocked him out cold and then he threatened to sue for assault, so the bar kicked both of us out to break us apart," she says, pausing her movements before rolling her eyes. Her thoughts were that he should have forgotten his memories from how drunk he was.

"Oh my god," you whisper under your breath. You knew that must've hurt from having seen a crate of heavy gear getting picked up by her easily before just at her air force base. It was no surprise he'd be mad.

"They better still let you in after today. If not, we're gonna have to find another bar." You lean back. There were still no other customers, and it seems another worker had clocked in. Lunch hour is ticking in soon though, according to the small clock on the wall.

"Hey, I only got kicked out, not banned!" She exclaimed, making you giggle. The both of you have missed ranting on about everything and nothing.

The employee comes back with your cup of hot chocolate and a paper bag of a fresh warm two piece waffle, but notices you aren't at the counter. Their eyes search the place until they see you.

"Order of hot choc and waffles!" Both you and Carol's gaze traveled over to the counter. Although, yours were more alerted.

"That's yours," she says, guessing the order you had. Although she already knew you loved waffles and that there was no other recent people who's gone to take an order other than you.

"I'll talk to you more next time," you say quickly, getting up from the seat and going to walk up to the front counter, the part-timer waiting patiently. They carefully give your order, making sure you held your hot chocolate properly.

"Thank you." You say with a smile, your hands warming up from it quickly from the temperature. You turn to go to the entrance, now the next location being the grocery store.

"See you, Y/N." The blonde says, resting her own arms on the table now as she watched you move and open the door with your back. Lucky the door was push from the inside, and not pull. Perhaps they had thought about it, or it was just something fortunate to have.

"See you!" You turn your body to wave a little with three fingers, considering your hands were full. Carol tries to resist a smile and shakes her head, returning to her own meal.

You walk back to the car, and when you got there, you look down at your hands before decidedly transferring the hot chocolate with your waffle hand, seeing as you still had more fingers on that one. You could've done it earlier, but oh well.

After you open the car door and get in, you set down your drink in the cupholder and put your waffle in the middle of the car. Once more, you turn the engine on, but before you drive, you drink your hot chocolate. The warmth runs down your throat, setting a comfortable feeling in your bones and letting your muscles relax a little more.

You put your drink back down and set your hands on the steering wheel instead. Just when you were about to start driving to get out of the parking spot though, you look up and see the flower shop that's usually nearby.

You think about it for a moment before pulling on the handle and getting out the car once more, going over to the shop. There was a bunch of fresh flowers, beautifully put together at the front and in the place.

The owner was fixing up a bouquet, while you stared at the smallest vase that held hand-picked daisies. It wasn't a lot, but enough for a small glass vase.

The owner turns to look at you, a smile under his small mustache. His face was friendly and he was pretty old. You hadn't met him all that much, just a few visits, but you knew he was one of the kindest souls.

"That was picked up just this morning. The freshest one out of all of these." He nods towards the rest of the flowers, his hat moving along with it. Your teeth caught the inside of your mouth for a second as you looked back at the daisies.

"I think I'll take it." You tilt your head, going closer to brush your fingers against the petals. They were as softer than any flower you've touched before.

"For yourself, or a lover?" He asks, and you look at him, pulling your hand back slowly. He expects the latter anyway, but he was curious, as most would pick the others.

"Oh, um. For my girlfriend." You blush, having not used the word while speaking to a stranger in a while. He gently picks up the daisies, one of his hands holding them while the other went to grab something to wrap around their stems and keep them together.

"Well, then, she is very lucky to have someone thoughtful like you." He says, carefully making sure it was tight enough to not have the flowers fall out.

"And picking out a perfect choice." He looks back up at you, and you know he meant that it was rare to have someone pick one so small for a gift, other than for themselves.

"Don't tell anyone, but the smallest flowers always seem to brighten the room more than the bigger ones, even though they don't last long." He winks, making you giggle. The florist hands you the daisies and you take it, exchanging it with cash.

"Thank you for the flowers, mister!" You say, walking away to your car as you looked at him. He smiles and waves to you, making you wave back.

You arrive back at your car while he continued taking care of his other flowers. You get into the seat once more, now finally going on your way after setting down the daisies in the seat next to you. You reverse a little to then go forward and get back on the main road, driving towards the grocery store.

It wasn't a long drive, seeing as you were already close. After a few minutes of driving ahead, you soon arrive. You unclick your seatbelt and turn off the engine, grabbing your bag of waffles before you go. The car locks when you shut the door and hover your hand in the handle.

You enter the grocery store with a shopping cart, having gotten one that wasn't too rattly. As you go through each aisle, you pick out some things you remember off the top of your head that you needed back home when you checked.

Every now and then, you take a bite of your waffle, not wanting to eat it when it ends up getting cold. Somewhere along the way of stocking up, you notice a child watching you eat your waffle. You try your best to ignore the kid's stare, and go forward with your cart.

The mom was off looking at the different types of yogurts that was available in the cold area. You definitely weren't giving your waffle to a child or offering it. Nope. Eventually, you made it out the aisle and you let out a breath of relief. The stare you felt was gone.

As you were still in the cold area though, you chose to bring out your phone, not remembering a certain something. You click on Wanda's contact and message her.

do we need any sausages?

12:18 PM Today

You ask her, hoping she responds soon, considering you were about to be done with getting everything. Your eyes linger on the sausages. You remember still having a lot of them in the freezer, but that might be your mind messing with you.

Oh, well. You can just come back here if you needed to. You finish the last of your waffle and scrunch up the paper bag to drive the cart easier. You check your phone as you go, and you haven't gotten a reply yet still.

You walk through the last of all the aisles, and having forgotten about the message from the amount of time you spent looking at everything, you went to line up for the cash register.

Right as the person in front of you was done and you had started loading items on the conveyor belt, your phone buzzes with a notification. You grab it out and look at the message. Finally. Wait. It's been 20 minutes? Maybe she was busy.

We ran out a few days ago, so do get some please

12:46 PM Today

At the reply, you tell the cashier to wait as they scan the rest of your items. You quickly ran to the frozen section to search for sausages. You find them in record speed and hold them tightly as you made your way back, the food cold in your hands.

Really, you should've just taken it anyway just in case, but she did reply minutes later. You get done putting the groceries on the counter, and you wait as the cashier loads up the bags and lets you swipe your card.

After all that was done, you store your card back in your wallet and grab the plastic bags filled with food, walking back out to your car. Your phone came up with another notification, but you first put the bags in your trunk and close it.

You get settled in the car and check your phone, seeing another text from Wanda.

I'll be getting home late. sleep first if you need to later ❤️

1:00 PM Today

At that, your shoulders slump slightly. But you try to understand, and dismiss it.

okay. I miss you :(

get home safe <3

Read at 1:01 PM

You turn off your phone and set it down on the side. With the seatbelt clicked in, you drove back home, the sun still high in the sky amongst the clouds.

The silence kept your mind going too much, so you put on some music and let it distract you away from everything. You try your best to not space out, and focus on the roads. A sip of your drink is taken every now and then at the red lights, although there weren't many.

Minutes later you finally arrive. It somehow felt longer than the time you spent driving to the café and the grocery store, but maybe that was because all your aim was this time, was just to get home.

You get out the car and turn off the engine, remembering to unlock the front door of the house and opening it first. You then open the trunk to grab the plastic bags, easily going in the house with the open door. Your hands held them tightly as you put them on the kitchen island, making sure nothing fragile fell.

You go back to the car and grab your hot chocolate that...wasn't really hot anymore and walk into the house after shutting the trunk, the doors, and locking the car.

The last thing to do was close the front door of the house. Or well, second last. Now you needed to grab everything out the bags and organize. It's a tedious task, but you manage to do it slowly but surely.

The time was now 1:58 PM. It was going to be a long rest of your day if your morning already felt like an entire day. You had changed into a sweatshirt, perhaps even Wanda's, just to warm yourself up

You sigh and grab a book, laying down on the couch to hopefully pass by the time. Soon later though, with the air being cold in the room and the peaceful quietness, you end up taking a nap instead, being unable to focus on the book all that much.

And now it was 3:54 PM. You had woken up and the rest of the day went by the same, coziness and laying around. With some boredom, you decide to turn the tv on, scrolling on the phone having been uninteresting.

Not having work at the moment is fun, but it would be more fun if someone was there with you. You would spend some time doing your hobbies here and there, but it didn't help much. The tv had you somewhat focused though.

Soon enough, the time reached 7:28 pm. Which was the time Wanda would assumingly come home, seeing as she said she'll be late. But you yawn as you curl up on the couch, watching one of your favorite tv shows as you waited.

Your eyes were getting heavy, that much was obvious. But you try your hardest to not sleep once more. You know it'll turn into more than a nap with the sun having gone down.

While the scenes played on the tv screen, and voices talked from the show, you still somehow, manage to notice the sound of a car engine humming nearby and wheels rolling on gravel for a second or two.

You perk up a bit, and you look at the windows that were now almost pretty much pitch black. But you don't miss the light gleaming on a part of it.

You muster up some energy withn you and you got up from the couch, going towards the door. Sounds of keys rattling could be heard, and you unlock the door, then pull the handle down to open it. Behind, reveals that familiar brunette you love, standing in the porch light with a surprised face at seeing you.

Her eyebrows furrowed before she smiles, "Well, hi," she said, giggling slightly. She goes into the house with your quick greeting to which she didn't even get time to put her keys in the keyhole at all.

"Hi," you say, closing the door and locking it for safety. You smile and walk back to the couch, sitting back down while she kicked her shoes off and follow you.

"You didn't have to wait up for me." She stands by the couch, looking at you and seeing that you've got a show set up on the tv. She guesses that you've been keepin yourself occupied with it.

"I know, but I wanted to," you say quietly, leaning your head back on the couch and tilting it slightly, glancing at her. Her green eyes could shoot your heart with love and at the same time hold a somewhat passion in them.

"I got you donuts." She moves her hand up, holding a bag of donuts in it. Your eyes travel to it, and your face radiated joy when you see it. She sits down next to you and give you the donuts.

"I'm sorry I'm late," she apologises, snuggling close to you while wrapping her arms around your body. Her warmth quickly making you feel content and glad that she was home safely.

She slips her hand under your sweatshirt to lay it gently against your skin, and then going to lay a kiss on your cheek. Her hand was warm, and tickled you slightly, but it was comforting just as any other touch she'd ever give you.

"It's okay," you say, leaning your head against her shoulder. You're quiet for a bit before you remember something.

"I got you some flowers." You leaned forward to grab the small vase that contains the daisies, then going back to be close with her once more. Her lips were parted in surprise. "No, you didn't."

"That's so sweet of you. Thank you." She smiles, taking it in her hands. Her fingers gently touch the soft petals, and her eyes look softly at the little daisies.

You smile along with her, leaning against her as you watch her.

end of chapter 2. <3

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marymary-diva17 · 3 months

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Spa day (Morden au)

sully family x reader + metekayain teens and spider

When it came to household of teens and one kid there was no normal day, in the sully household and that was very true. As all the weekends were full of your kids always doing something. Most of the times you knew right away and other times you found out very later on in the game.

y/n " hey I'm back from the grocery store I can use some help, if anyone home" you soon heard footsteps walking down the stairs and soon enough all your kids are outside.

neteyam " we are here to help mama"

y/n " good grab some grocery bags and take them into the kitchen"

lo'ak " yes mama"

y/n " thank you all for being my helpful angles"

tuk " yeah I love being helpful" the kids soon grab the amount bags they could carry inside the house, and soon placing them into the kitchen.

neteyam " hey mama will it be fine if we have the others over today and maybe sleepover if needed"

y/n " that others you mean spider, tsireya, aonung, and rotox"

lo'ak " yes we have been planning this hangout for a while"

y/n " do their parents know"

kiri " yes and if they stay over we will make sure they call and remind their parents"

y/n " well sure they can come over you know your father rules"

kids " always tells us if anyone coming over and dont do anything that will cause a visit to urgent care"

y/n " yes that your dad they can come over and I will be here today if you need anything"

kiri " thanks mama we will be downstairs in the basement"

y/n " okay" soon the other kids had arrived to the house.

spider " hey aunt y/n"

y/n " hello sweets what are you all planing to do today"

lo'ak " just playing some cards games or maybe watching some movies and shows that all"

y/n " good for all ages"

kiri " yes mama we made sure that tuk can see them no horror movies like last time"

tuk " yeah I get to watch and have fun"

y/n "good I'm proud of you all well don't let me keep you held up, gp have some fun call me if you need anything or you already know where everything belong"

the kids " yes ma'am" the kids soon rushed down stairs the children had been getting stuff ready, before their cousins and friends arrived so you thought nothing of it.

Later that evening

Jake " hey we are home"

y/n " hey welcome home how was working my handsome husband and beautiful wife"

neytiri " long and boring but we are happy to be home where are the children they are most around here by now"

y/n " oh they are in the basement with spider,tsireya, and rotxo, aonung who might all be spending the night"

neytiri " oh cool well I'm going to change and we can talk more, these heels are killing me"

jakes " told you flats are better honey"

neytiri " oh hush" Jake and you laugh but he soon went upstairs to change as well, and soon they were down stair watching the news with you.

Jake " hey why don't you order pizza for us and the kids it will be easy, and keep us all feed"

Jake " well I'm going to get a drink from the kitchen I'm thirsty"

y/n " sure"

neytiri " that wonderful .... hey did you use that pack of facial mask marker today"

y/n " no it was a pack upstairs"

neytiri " well maybe kiri had taken it and used it I will ask her later"

y/n " maybe we ran out and forgot don't worry I will get more next time"

neytiri " sure and maybe we can have a spa date night without any rude interruptions ... Jake"

Jake " I can hear you tiri ... hey what happened to my favorite sodas they are all gone"

y/n " oh yes lo'ak had come up for some drinks with rotxo and snack hours ago"

Jake " don't they have food and drinks that home" you and neytiri look at each other and soon at Jake.

y/n " as I remember our teens years you will come by my home and raid my kitchen"

neytiri " same here"

Jake " that different" you and neytiri soon laugh at Jake words, soon making him laugh as well.

Jake " your are right but if they are going to take all the cold sodas please replace them" Jake soon had gotten more sodas from the garage and place them into the fridge.

Jake " hey why don't we ask the kids what pizza they will love to have, as we can order two or three and some appetizers as well" The two women had nodded their heads as the there adults soon walked downstairs to see the children.

Jake " hey kids we are ordering pizza tonight for dinner what will you all like ... what going on" all three adults soon looked at the group of kids as they were sitting downstairs having a good time, but having face mask on and it seems like they are having a spa day.

y/n " well it seems like we found the answer for what happened to the pack of face mask mix, so this was apart of your kids day"

kiri " sorry mama"

y/n " it okay"

Jake " it seems like you kids are having a good time down here"

lo'ak " well we were planning to watch movies and have a sleepover, but the girls wanted to do a spa day as well so we combined them together"

aonung " this is not bad after all I kinda of like it"

neteyam " it good you are exploring other stuff aonung"

rotxo " the girls helped us learn how to do face mask it was very fun"

spider " yeah we should do more of these spa days with movies"

tsireya " see I knew you boys will love it"

Jake " well you can have all the spa days you all want but now let decide what types of pizzas we want"

neytiri " maybe we can talk Jake into doing a spa day with us ma y/n"

y/n " yes I love that idea"

Jake " well maybe I will try it out after all my beautiful wives" the kids were laughing at the whole situation between the adults after making more jokes and taking some pictures, soon enough pizza had been order for everyone. While the kids enjoyed their time downstairs you had enjoyed a date night with your husband and wife.

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vex91 · 11 months

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Hirai Momo - Surprising reveal

Pairing: Hirai Momo x Female Reader

Fandom: Twice

Summary: Against her better judgment, Momo began doing a lot of sexual activities with you behind Nayeon's back. A day comes when you visit the dorms and Nayeon finds out about everything.

Warning(s): Mentions of sex

A/N: A part 2 is here.

Part 1

3rd's POV

Momo was feeling conflicted.

On one side she loved you, not for you body but for the whole you and she just felt so good around you.

On the other Nayeon was her best friend and fucking her younger sister wasn't a thing a best friend would do, especially since Momo knew how much Nayeon cared about you and how protective she was of you. She would probably kill Momo if she finds out the truth about your relationship with Momo.

It wasn't a romantic relationship. Momo knew that she loved you but you both never talked about your feelings, you never talk about anything romantic or related with that one night. Since then your relation focused on being friends around others but when you find yourselves alone then it always ends with sex.

There were a few times where Nayeon nearly caught you but fortunately something always saved you both.

Now Momo was sitting on a couch in the living room, looking at her phone and waiting for any call or message from you. She hadn't heard from you since the last time you saw each other at the dorms.

*Flashback*

"Shit!" Momo cursed after she came into you. You visited dorms to spend some times with the girls since you didn't saw them in some time.

At some point all the girls decided to walk to the grocery store together but you decided to stay behind which prompted Momo to stay too. And it didn't took her long to find you alone in the kitchen and your little make out escalated into a hot and intense sex on the kitchen counter.

"It's always amazing" She breathed out into your ear making a shiver to run down your spine. She always had this effect on you.

Momo slowly pulled out of you and helped to clean you up. It looked like something was on your mind but before Momo could ask you about it she heard the front door open and she knew that your time was up.

The whole hiding thing never failed to make her bummed. And if that wasn't enough to destroy her mood, your quick exit from the kitchen and the fact that you bluntly ignored her for the rest of your visit definitely were.

*End of the Flashback*

"You okay Unnie?" Momo turned her head to the side when she heard Tzuyu's voice. She gave the maknae a little smile and said "Yeah, I'm fine Tzuyu, just.... not feeling it today y'know?". Tzuyu nodded, understanding what her Unnie meant and left Momo alone with her thoughts.

Not long after there was a knocking at the door. Nayeon opened it and saw her sister in tears, her protective side already taking over when she quickly pulled you into the living room. She sat you down and hugged you while trying to calm you down. All the girls heard it and came to check what was going on, their expressions turning into a worried ones when they saw you. Momo felt her heart break at your state, wanting nothing more than to comfort you.

You were sat in Nayeon's arms while the girls were standing around you, wondering what made you so emotional.

"Y/N? What happened? Did someone did something to you, I swear if someone did then they will have a serious talk with me" Nayeon said, trying to make you smile but failing when you looked down. She became even more worried but waited until you were ready to say what the problem was.

It took a few minutes and an encouraging from other girls, for you to start talking.

"Nayeon unnie, I'm.... p-pregnant" You sobbed out making Nayeon shocked.

"W-What? With who?" She asked you, already planning to kill whoever got you pregnant. You were silent. No matter how much she asked you, you didn't said anything.

But then Momo said something that shocked everyone and even you "I-Is it mine?". Nayeon snapped her head in Momo's direction, mouth hanging open while she couldn't believe her ears.

Her best friend fucked her little sister and got her pregnant?

Nayeon stood up and started walking in Momo's direction until Jeongyeon and Jihyo blocked her way.

"Seriously Momo? Out of all people that you could have fucked, you chose my little sister and if that wasn't enough you got her pregnant?" Nayeon yelled angrily at Momo, feeling like she would pounce on her if it wasn't for the other girls.

"What's wrong with me and your sister doing it huh? She's a grown up woman, an adult. She can do what she wants with who she wants" Momo defended herself. But it was clear that she was still shocked from the news.

The two girls started arguing making you even more anxious. You suddenly held your stomach in pain while letting out a scream. Momo ignored the whole argument and ran to you.

"Y/N? Everything's okay? What happened?" She asked you while kneeling down next to you and putting her hand on your arm and the other on your stomach. Your pained eyes locked with her worried ones.

"N-Nothing, just..... a pain that was probably caused by nerves. Nothing more" You said but it didn't exactly convinced Momo who stayed still by your side.

Nayeon's eyes soften slightly at the display. Of course, she was mad that Momo did something with her own little sister behind her back but seeing how Momo cared for you, made Nayeon a little less angry.

She wasn't a bad person for reacting like that. A lot of big informations crashed on her at once, a lot of people would have reacted that way.

She knew Momo. She knew that Momo is the perfect person if she wants someone to love and take care of you.

When Momo made sure that you were really fine and the pain went away, she stood up and faced Nayeon with a determined face. "Unnie, I love your sister, and I really mean it. There's no other woman that I love that much and I want to give her the world.... well if she let me that is" Momo said the last part more quietly since she didn't knew if you felt the same.

Before Momo could say anything more, you stood up and kissed her in front of everyone. "I love you too Momo" You said making Momo's smile wider. She pulled you into her side, giving you a backside hug and turned her attention back to your older sister. Nayeon looked Momo up and down with a stern look but seeing Momo so determined and serious, Nayeon just couldn't help but smile.

"Take care of her Momoring" She said and Momo nodded frantically. You both started walking to Momo's room when you heard Nayeon behind you "Just don't do anything inappropriate when you're in that room okay?" Nayeon joked making you both chuckle, the atmosphere becoming lighter now that Nayeon accepted the whole thing.

When you were out of sight, Nayeon shooked her head with a little smile. She knew that you and you're baby were in the good hands.

#vex writes #twice x reader #twice reactions #hirai momo x reader #hirai momo

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kieran-granola · 5 months

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Sometimes I like to think about BruJay, feat Jason opening a food bank in Crime Alley.

He charges a 50¢ flat fare per week, because he can afford to cover the weeks when donations aren't enough, and lets people pay more if they'd like because he knows how important pride is when you're broke.

The donations are slow at first, because he doesn't really have the time to do both community outreach and walk into grocery stores to ask for their end-of-stock. He doesn't mind, and usually just buys stuff himself to distribute it.

And then one week, he gets a big "anonymous" donation. Including new shelves and fridges for the space he's repurposed as the bank.

Jason's like, Huh. Okay. Whatever. It's probably just a power move from Bruce to show that he knows what Jason is doing.

Except the donations keep coming. Quietly, on time, without any requests or cards. It's nothing extravagant—just practical items and staple foods—but it's what Jason's people need. And so eventually, Jason steels himself and pays Bruce a visit.

He's not sure what to expect, but he figures the mature thing to do is to approach Bruce like a businessman. He's a big donor, Jason is going to thank him for his contributions, ask if he needs any paperwork for his tax deductions and be on his way.

Their meeting starts off that way. Bruce lets him set the tone, and thanks him for his work for Gotham. They talk about Jason's goals for the food bank, and about how they could make it more efficient and accessible for the people Jason serves—neighbors help each other in Crime Alley, but Jason knows a few elderly and disabled people who would benefit from deliveries. The Wayne Foundation couldnsubsidize and organize that so he can give aboveboard work to people in need.

Just as he's leaving though, Bruce can't help but stand up and call out for him. "Wait, Jason. How have you been?"

Jason tenses and looks at him. "I'm doing just fine, Bruce."

"Good. That's... Good." Bruce smiles a small, awkward smile that looks nothing like the practiced grin he conjures up for the press. "I just want to say, the food bank is a fantastic initiative and I am grateful that you're letting me contribute."

"I'm not petty enough to fuck my people over just because you piss me off on a regular basis."

"I know. And I know you can handle yourself but... is there anything I could do for you?"

"I don't need anything." Jason glares at Bruce in warning. It should be enough, but he can't help running his mouth. "Unless you wanna find me a date, I'm all set."

"I see." Bruce gives him a long look. "Are you free on Thursday?"

Jason blinks. "What?"

"There's a new Italian place in the Diamond district. I've been invited to their opening night. I could use a partner."

"What the fuck. Are you seriously offering to take me on a date yourself?"

Bruce doesn't flinch. "I am."

"I was kidding."

"And I wasn't. Is that a no?"

"It's—" Jason swallows. "I'm not interested in spending a night with Brucie."

"All I'm asking is for you to spend an evening with me."

Jason bites his lip. He never expected Bruce to see him as a man and not as a child. Not in a way that would make Jason's pitiful crush seem attainable, at least. Saying yes is tempting, if only to see if Bruce is truly capable of treating him like an equal.

"I'll see if I can make it," he answers cautiously.

Tension seeps out of Bruce's shoulders. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me. I haven't decided not to stand you up yet."

"I look forward to the surprise. And I'm happy you came to see me today either way."

"Right." Jason gets to the door. "What happens on Thursday... It won't affect the food bank, will it?"

"It won't." Bruce smiles wryly. "I'm not petty enough to fuck our people over just because you piss me off on a regular basis."

Jason lets out a bark of surprised laughter. "That sounds wrong coming out of your mouth."

"I know. Don't tell Alfred."

┈━ ◇ ━┈

When Thursday comes, Jason heads to the vicinity of the restaurant. He doesn't show himself immediately. Instead, he watches as Bruce waits for him patiently, even though he goes way over reasonable lateness.

Eventually Jason understands that Bruce won't be going in without him. He comes out of hiding, flustered because Bruce looks gorgeous in his evening clothes, and because fuck, he didn't expect him to give him more than just the benefit of the doubt. Except apparently his company was the only thing that made the prospect of this evening worth Bruce's time.

They end up ditching the fancy opening night and grabbing chili dogs and ice cream in the park.

When Bruce kisses him goodnight, he tastes like all of Jason's favorite things, and Jason is pretty sure his heart is going to beat out of his chest.

#brujay #jason todd #Bruce wayne #kieran writes

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 3 months

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Still With You | A Jeon Jungkook Series Chapter 2

Summary: Jungkook comes over and makes dinner for a very sleepy Luna Pairing: Luna (reader) x Jungkook and Jimin, f2l love triangle Word Count: 5.9k~ Warnings: No real warning since I don't wanna spoil it 🤭 Start from the beginning

Trudging down the hall I punch in the access code and open the door to my apartment. I take my shoes off, set my stuff down, throw myself on my bed and scream into my pillow letting out all of the pent up anger and frustration I'm left with as a result of my shift today.

I flip over onto my back after letting out a heavy sigh and stare up at the ceiling, "There's no way there are that many stupid fucking people in this city" I say aloud. From drunks, pda obsessed teenagers, to perverts and really anything in between that can be labeled as a nuisance, I've dealt with. And that just in one day.

"I really need to get a new job" I huff rubbing my eyes, not minding the fact that I still have makeup on and sit up. Letting out another sigh I walk over to the kitchen to start making dinner. Or more like a late night snack at this point since it's already midnight. I still can't believe uncle made me stay this late, I guess it's just further punishment for being late today.

Looking inside my fridge I see that I have absolutely nothing to eat, "Great". I should've just picked something up at the store before I came home but I was too tired to even think about staying there another second. Picking up my phone to figure out what stores might be open at this hour I end up being interrupted by a FaceTime call.

"Hey Kook" I mumble, "Hey! What's wrong?" he asks, going from his smiling face to a concerned one. "Nothing really, just tired is all. I was thinking about walking over to the corner store near me to grab something for dinner real quick since I forgot to go grocery shopping the other day." I admit.

"This late? No, you stay home I'm coming over" he says getting up to grab his stuff. "No it's fine don't worry I'll figure something out" I say touched by his offer but feeling guilty at the same time. "Nope I don't care I'm coming over, any special requests?" he asks, picking the phone back up after putting his jacket on.

"You can pick" I say, happy at the thought of spending some time together. "Okay, can I spend the night?" he questions looking around his room for what I can only assume is his wallet.

"Do you even have to ask?" I chuckle, shaking my head. "I'm just checking" he laughs "I'll be there soon okay?". "Thank you, you're a lifesaver!" I breath out, feeling bless to have someone like him in my life. "Anything for you" he says and quickly ends the call. Smiling at his sentiment I turn my phone off and start getting ready for bed, it's just him so I don't feel the need to get dressed in anything other than comfortable clothes.

I decide to take a quick shower as well to hopefully get rid of all the tension and irritation I still have built up in my body from all of the madness today. Luckily tomorrow I have the day off so I don't have to worry about going back there until the weekend. Although I'm working long shifts, at least I get to hang out with Jungkook again later on.

I hear the door to my apartment open and close signaling his arrival, "Luna?" he calls out, trying to find me. "I'm in the shower, I'll be out in a sec" I yell hoping he can hear me over the running water. "Okay" he shouts back. I rush to finish up and walk out while still drying my hair with a towel, the atmosphere feeling so much lighter with him around.

"You really didn't have to do this for me" I say walking over to him. "It's okay I wanted to, plus you looked tired so I didn't want you to have to worry about going out" he responds, bringing me in for a hug. He lets go after a while and nods towards the bathroom.

"But I wanna eat first" I say pouting. "I don't care, go dry your hair. It's cold and I don't want you to be shivering all night because you're 'too lazy' to do it after we eat. Plus, I just brought some soup so it'll be easy to reheat. Now go!" he says raising his voice a bit at the end in an authoritative but playful manner. I roll my eyes and make my way back into the bathroom to do as he says not without protest again.

By the time I'm finished he has everything set out, ready and waiting for me. I look up at him in astonishment realizing he actually bought all the ingredients to make the soup and not just take out.

"What's this? I thought you were just gonna pick up something quick, you didn't have to do all of this" I say, looking over all that he's brought. "I wanted to get you a few more things as well so it just seemed easier to do it this way" he says putting in the final ingredients and cutting the heat.

He brings the pot over to the table and makes sure to place a hot plate underneath before setting it down and then stands back up looking over at my shocked expression with an amused smile.

"So are you gonna sit down or what?" he teases. I roll my eyes as a result and sit down, him following after grabbing a bottle of soju. I glance up at him surprised yet again, "Looked like you needed it" he says, yet again amused with my reaction. "You know me so well" I say smiling back at him.

After we finish eating we move over to the couch and he decides to get down to business, "Okay what's wrong?" I look up at him confused as to where this is coming from. "What do you mean?" I question, genuinely confused. "You just look like you're hiding something. Like you're more on edge these days" he explains.

The fact that he can clock these things about me before I even start to realize it is sometimes scary. Looking back I seem to realize that there has been a lot on my mind lately.

"If there's something you need help with or if you want someone to talk to you know I'm here right?" he reassures me.

"I didn't really realize that something might be wrong until you just mentioned it. I guess I've been subconsciously avoiding it" I start trying to sort through the many things that might be contributing to my change in demeanor. "And what would that be?" he questions, encouraging me to continue.

"I would say mainly money. I've been thinking about getting a new job or even just working two jobs because of how expensive things are with me living on my own. I'm already tired as is so juggling two job is just too much to think about let alone actually go through with. Just when I think I'm getting ahead and feeling like I could survive off of one, something goes wrong" I say verbally processing it all.

"What's been going wrong? Is it your brother?" he questions, placing his hand on top of my knee. "No he's fine. Well, he's stable for the moment so that's all I could ask for right now. It's just, I don't know, I'm starting to slack off at work these days and I've been showing up late almost every other day and the only reason I still have this job is because my uncle is the owner" I say, hating that I have to admit this to him.

"I just can't find the motivation to get up and get out of bed most days. Even when I do wake up on time I'm still dragging my feet until I'm out the door. Then as soon as I step outside the panic starts to settle in and I'm stressing trying to get there on time, knowing damn well I'll be late anyways" I continue and take a deep breath before continuing.

"When I finally get there I'm anxious so it makes it difficult to focus and then I get in trouble on top of that and, I don't know. It's just been really difficult for me to stay afloat in all aspects of my life if I'm being honest" I let out.

He pulls me closer and rests my head on his chest and I wrap my arms around his torso. "That's a lot. Do you how long you've been feeling like this?" he asks while rubbing my back, keeping his emotions level in an effort to keep me calm.

"I guess I just never had the time to really stop and think about it. I mean I would've told you sooner but we've both got our own lives and struggles that we have to deal with. I don't have as many opportunities to spend time with you so when I do, I don't want to put a damper on the mood. I wanna have fun when we're together so it would make me feel selfish if I was to take away from that" I say feeling sad at the realization.

"We made a promise to not grow apart and still be there for one another remember? We promised to tell each other everything" he argues. I pull away a bit to look up at him "But that was when we were kids and we practically saw each other everyday. We had plenty of time together so I didn't feel bad telling you when I was sad or stressed or angry or anything because it would almost feel weird not to" I explain.

"I don't care about any of that" he says leaning towards me to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. "All I care about is you. You're my best friend and I want to be there for you, especially in those moments when you need someone to lean on. It's okay to ask for help, you don't have to be so strong all the time. Sometimes you need to feel weak and I want to be that person you can come to when you feel like that" he says cupping my face.

I close my eyes and lean into his touch, I start to feel tears welling up in my eyes so I go back to resting my head on his chest in an effort to hide them. "Thank you" I say, "For what?" he laughs. "For being my best friend. I just, I don't know what I'd do without you" I say bringing myself closer to him.

"I don't know what I would do without you either. I need you to tell me when you're feeling like this okay?" he urges, "Okay" I agree, nodding into his chest. "Promise?" he says holding up his pinky finger. "Promise" I say as I wrap mine around his.

"So what do you wanna do now?" I ask standing up and going to grab some more soju in an effort to break the ice and change the subject. "I don't mind, I'm here for you so whatever you wanna do is fine by me" he says.

"Norebang?" I say with a smile on my face. "Norebang" he says smiling back. We spend the rest of the night singing, dancing and drinking in my apartment, helping me escape from reality for just a little bit. When I'm with him, it just feels like the rest of the world just fades away, like nothing else matters. It's just me and him against the world.

Once the last song plays we decide to sit down and take a breather while I start scouring the list to find the next one. "Luna" he says trying to get my attention. "Hm" is all I say in response still too focused on the task at hand. "I'm really glad I came" he admits while looking towards me with a fond smile. "Me too" I say mirroring his sentiment, taking my eyes off the screen.

While I'm still looking over at him I can't help but see his eyes dart down to look at my lips and in turn I decide to glance down at his as well not knowing what kind of urge this might spark in him. He scoots closer to me and I can't help but widen my eyes in response.

He settles next to me and I start to feel my heart rate pick up. He leans in and I shut my eyes, anxious as to what might happen but all I feel next is the remote being snatched out of my hand. I open my eyes realizing what just happened and reach out to take it back.

"Hey! You said that I could pick the next song" I protest leaning up against him trying to grab it back as he stretches his arm out, making the remote out of my reach. "I changed my mind" he teases laughing at my effort. I in turn end up climbing onto his lap still trying to reach for the remote not really paying attention to what I'm doing and just focusing on my goal.

Then in a blink of an eye I find my back against the couch and Jungkook hovering over me. I can't help but feel confused with what his motive might be. "What are you doing?" I say feeling breathless. He looks down at me with a strong resolve and a mixed set of emotions hiding in his expression but I can't quite tell what it is.

I let my eyes wander, admiring each of his features. His rounded slightly hooded eyes, his strong brows, furrowed to match his intense gaze, his eyebrow piercing that he got over the summer, I never really liked them on guys but for some reason I can't help but think that it suits him well.

Wandering down from there I take a second to glance at his scar which although he hates I can't help but adore since it's something that he's had since I met him and I wouldn't want to change a single thing about him.

Ultimately my eyes wander and settle on his soft cupids bow, he hates how small his top lip looks but I think it's adorable and balances out with his full bottom lip but I tease him about it anyways and I end with staring at his lip rings for a second. Realizing moments later that we've been in this position for a while, I feel dumbfounded, not really know what to say or if I should say anything.

I glance up finally making eye contact with him again after taking in the view from his close proximity and I continue to let my question linger.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks barely above a whisper. "I- what" I say feeling surprised by the request. "I said, can I kiss you?" he chuckles, repeating his question. "Why would you want to kiss me?" I question back. "I don't know, I just want to kiss you" he says settling on that explanation and not really wanting to elaborate on the subject further.

I hesitate for a moment still not fully understanding how this happening and seeing my hesitation he backs off, giving me space to breathe, "It's okay just, just forget I said anything".

Regaining a bit more awareness as to what just happened I sit up with a still perplexed expression and prod further. "No Jungkook why did you do that?" I say determined to get an answer. "I just, I don't know I've just been thinking about kissing you for a while and I wanted to see if you would let me" he says, looking down at his hands. Looking almost too embarrassed to meet my gaze.

"But I'm your best friend, why would you wanna kiss me?" I say still not satisfied with his explanation. "Haven't you ever been curious about what it might be like to kiss me?" he questions finally looking up at me. "I-" I start not really knowing how to answer.

"It's okay you don't have to answer that" he says backing off the subject. "Well-" I start off after a period of silence. I can see his interest peek a bit hearing that I don't necessarily want to drop the subject.

"It's just we're best friends right? So best friends shouldn't think about each other that way" I can see him start to wilt a bit, excitement starting to dwindle. "But I would be lying if I said I haven't thought about it before..." I say letting my voice get softer with each word.

"So, would it be okay if I kiss you?" he questions trying to test the waters again. "But what would that mean for us?" I question not wanting to have a misunderstanding after the fact. "It doesn't necessarily have to mean anything. Unless you want it to" he finishes letting his voice trail off at the end.

My heart starts beating faster and I feel apprehensive, still not sure if it's a good idea. One kiss won't hurt though, right? I think about it for a few more seconds before I respond "One kiss?". "One kiss" he responds. I then nod my head in approval and wait for him to make the next move. It was his idea so I want to see how he goes about carrying it out.

He turns towards me and studies my face making sure that I'm still okay with it. Once he sees that I haven't tried to back away he brings his hand up to cup the side of my face. I freeze a bit at the contact not really realizing the fact that this action is far more intimate than I had initially thought as he had done it so many times before.

He takes his time and caresses my face looking at me with a kind of love that goes far beyond friendship. It scares me but at the same time I can't bring myself to look away. He looks down at my lips again seeing that I am unconsciously biting them, a habit of mine that he has grown to love.

Leaning in he stops right before our noses touch and places his thumb on my bottom lip coaxing me to let it go and pushes his thumb between them in an effort to keep them apart. "Keep your mouth open for me okay?" he says in a deep tone that I have never heard from him before and I can't help but widen my eyes in shock at his request which in turn makes me widen my mouth even more. "Perfect" is all he says before placing his lips on mine.

It starts out slow and sweet, he feels how tense I am and takes that into account, leading the kiss and easing me into it. I unconsciously bring my hand up and place it on his chest trying to ground myself and I loosen up with every movement of our lips.

He decides to deepen the kiss and I can feel him start to incorporate his tongue. I decided to let him do just that curious, as to what it might feel like. The kiss has been gentle so far so I can't help but want to see where it goes seeing that he wants more.

He uses his tongue for a while and I can feel him retreat a bit almost coaxing me to use mine as well. I in turn follow his silent request and I get a new set of butterflies settling in my stomach. It takes a turn and gets a bit more intense when he guides me down into our previous position.

Tilting his head to the side he gets a bit more needy, wanting to switch up the pace. I start to feel a bit breathless and push back on his chest a bit to get his attention. He pull away and looks down at me in a questioning manner. "One kiss" is all I say and I can see him feel a bit disappointed but ultimately responds "One kiss". He sits up and I follow him and scoot back creating a bit more distance between us.

After catching our breath for a bit I start to speak. "That was..." I say trailing off, not really knowing what to say. "Yeah" is all he says in response. He suddenly stands up and mumbles that he's going to the bathroom and gives me no time to respond before he goes through my bedroom and into the bathroom.

I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding the second he closes the door. 'What was that? Why- why did I let him kiss me? Why did I let him kiss me like that? He said one kiss so why did I let it continue?' All of these questions start circling my brain but I push away the ones that would tell me all the emotions it had brought on. Taking a few deep breaths I try to calm myself down and bring my heart rate back to normal.

He spends quite a while in there before I hear the toilet flush and the sink turn on. Once he comes out I notice how red and swollen his lips have become. Even his small upper lip seems a bit bigger now. Did I really kiss him that hard? Coming and sitting on the couch next to me he doesn't make an effort to say anything. We sit there for a second and I don't really know what to do now or where to go from here.

"Do you wanna watch a movie?" he asks while grabbing the remote. "A movie sounds great" I rush to respond. "Okay great" he says turning on a movie that we've both seen before. Luckily he picked an action movie without any romance. I don't think watching anything to do with romance would be a smart decision right now. If anything, it would just make this whole situation seem even more awkward.

Feeling myself start to doze off a bit as the movie progresses I can't help but fall into the habit of resting my head on his lap. Once I do I feel myself start to drift off disregarding the suspenseful nature of the current scene and surrendering to the feeling.

I feel his legs tense up a bit at first contact but ultimately relaxes again after a second or two. He brings his hand up and starts tentatively running his fingers through my hair, ultimately coaxing me into a deeper slumber.

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As I watch Luna slowly fall asleep I can't help but feel glad at the fact that even though we might've seemed awkward after the kiss it seems like she still wants to go back to being normal. Seeing her fall into her habit of falling asleep in my lap just proves that fact. I can't help but feel a bit disappointed at that fact but I don't want to try and force anything on her.

Placing my arm around her back and the other under her knees I pick her up and carry her over to her bed and in the process she takes a hold of my shirt and shifts closer to me in an effort to steady herself while still half asleep making me smile.

Once I place her down on the bed I still feel her strong grip on my shirt and as I go to place my hand on hers to encourage her to let go I hear her mumble "Stay with me" in her cute sleepy voice. I can't help but smile at her neediness "Always" is all I say in response knowing that she probably can't hear me but doing so all the same. I place my hand on hers and the warmth of my palm makes her loosen up a bit so I have a chance to release her hold on me.

I look at her once again admiring her from the close proximity and decide to place a featherlight kiss on her forehead. She stirs a bit in her sleep and flips over onto her side in an effort to make herself more comfortable. I laugh at her stubbornness, grabbing my clothes and heading into to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Once I'm done I slip into bed next to her and do my best not to wake her. She ends up sensing my presence in her unconscious state all the same and rests her head on my chest and wraps her arm around my torso. Laughing at her I shake my head and bring her closer to me. "Goodnight Luna" is all I say before slowly drifting off to sleep.

Waking up the next morning I realize Luna has already gotten up and I can smell the sent of bacon and egg which coaxes me out of bed. Doing my best to stay quiet I sneak up on her and wrap my arms around her waist like I always do. I hear her take in a sharp breath as her reaction to my sudden presence.

"Good Morning" I say in her ear looking over her shoulder to see what she's doing. "Um good morning, breakfast is almost ready if you want to set the table" she says clearing her throat at the end. "Sure" is all I say in response before kissing her temple and going to do as she said.

Once everything is ready and on the table we sit down and start eating. "So what's the occasion?" I ask trying to get her attention. She's been pretty silent since I came out and I can't help but feel a bit worried.

"What do you mean? There's no special occasion" I raise my brow at her response and nod towards all the food she made. "Oh well I mean it's been a while since I made an American breakfast and you happened to bring all the ingredients so I figured I might as well make it for a change. Plus you made dinner last night so I thought it would only be fair if I-" "Luna everything looks great. Thank you" I say cutting off her incessant nervous rambling. She's cute when she gets nervous but I'll show her some mercy for right now.

"So what are your plans for today?" I ask while taking a bite of the waffles she made. "Oh nothing so far, I really haven't given it a lot of thought. This week has been pretty hectic as is so I figured I would just stay home. Do you have any plans today?" she asks reciprocating my interest.

"I think some guys from my school wanted to meet up for drinks tonight or something like that. You should come! I've been meaning to introduce you to them for a while now but we just never had the chance" I say hoping she'll take me up on my offer.

"I don't know Kook, I'm not really in the social kind of mood" I deflate a bit at her downright rejection but I understand she's been under a lot of stress lately. "Okay are you sure? I don't want you staying home alone and feeling sad all day" I say feeling a bit concerned.

"I won't be sad all day don't worry. You coming over has put me in a good mood so don't worry. I've just got some stuff to take care of here at the house and I wanted to have a self care kind of day" she responds and I can see that she needs it based off of how exhausted she seems despite just waking up.

"Okay, I believe you. Just be sure to call me if you want me to come back. I really don't mind bailing on them if you need me" I say reassuring her. Seeing how close to tears she was last night and how she's acting this morning has got me worried. I might be overreacting but I just want to make sure she'll be okay and that things won't get bad again.

"I should probably get going then so you can get started on that. I forgot I have an assignment due on Monday anyways so should probably get that out of the way before I go out tonight. Do you want me to help you clean up?" I question letting her know I have time to help her out.

"No it's okay don't worry about it. I'll be cleaning all day so I don't mind doing this as well" she declines, granting me a genuine smile. "Alright well I'm gonna go get cleaned up and then I'll head out. Do you mind if I take a shower?" I question getting up and putting my plate and cup on the counter as well as placing the juice back in the fridge.

"Yeah go ahead. You don't have to ask me stuff like that anymore Kook, my house is your house" she says laughing at me. "Hey just because you're my best friend doesn't mean that I can't be polite" I say ruffling her hair even though I know she hates it. "Tell that to Grey" she says while fixing her disheveled state. I laugh at her while walking over to her room to take that quick shower that I had mentioned before I go.

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While Jungkook is in the shower I let out a deep sigh and start cleaning up. I know I'm acting weird and I know he notices it but I'm just not sure how I should act after that kiss. I feel like it was more than just a kiss to him and I don't really know what to do with that information.

After doing the dishes I head over to my room to get changed but then remember that Jungkook's still washing up. I decide to sit in the living room and wait for him to finish, taking a break from all the work I did this morning.

I look up once he opens the door and my breath catches in my throat at the sight of him shirtless with wet hair. I've seen him like that countess times before but I can't help but feel flustered this morning.

"Luna" he calls out for me. "Huh? What?" I say snapping myself back into reality. "I asked if I could borrow your hair dryer" he says with an amused smile on his face. "Oh uh yeah it's in the cabinet under the sink" I say looking away, embarrassed that he caught me low key checking him out. "Thanks" he responds with a slight chuckle at the end before going back into the bathroom and closing the door.

"Luna wake up wake up wake up! This Jungkook we're talking about okay, stop it!" I say aloud, careful to keep it quiet enough so he won't be able to hear. I shake my head trying to get rid of the image of Jungkook shirtless and just when I think I've managed to erase it for the time being he comes out without a shirt on again.

"Hey I forgot to grab an extra shirt before I came here. Do you have one here that I could use?" he questions knowing that I steal his clothes half the time. I can't help it okay? He dresses well and we have similar styles, luckily he doesn't seem to mind it too much though.

"Yeah there's probably something in the closet" I say, looking at my phone so I don't betray myself by gawking at him again. He nods and heads over and finds his grey 'Flare Up' shirt and slips it over his head. My eyes betray me and I end up checking him out from the back watching his tiny waist disappear under the baggy shirt. Man I would kill to have a figure like that man.

"Alright I'm gonna head out, call me if you need me okay?" he says reiterating his offers from earlier. I get up to walk him out, helping him grab whatever else he might've forgotten on the way there. "Okay I will" I respond with a soft smile. "And if you change your mind the offer still stands for coming out with us tonight, just let me know and I'll come get you".

"Alright alright get going" I joke, "Don't you have an assignment to work on?" he looks puzzled for a second and then remembers the conversation we had earlier. "Yes I do! Thanks for reminding me. What would I do without you?" he says giving me a hug before bending down to put his shoes on. "Be bored and miserable?" I question laughing.

"You're probably right, but at least I wouldn't have as many headaches" he says teasing me and booping me on the nose for good measure. "Hey!" I say pouting at his teasing. "Just kidding, all the headaches in the world are worth it if I get to keep you" he says wrapping me in a big embrace again before turning to grab the handle. "Thanks?" I question confused at whether I should take that as a compliment or not.

He laughs at my dumbfounded appearance and shouts a "Love you loser" while walking down the hall "See ya weirdo" I respond, laughing at his constant carefree nature. "What am I gonna do with this man?" is all I can say to myself as I feel another swirl of emotions building up inside of me.

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Little Family | Single Dad!Hawk Moskowitz x Best Friend!Reader

Based off of this idea: Xx

Hawk was exhausted as he came home, feeling the weight of the day come down on his shoulders. He'd gotten up early to spend time with his son, Mason, before he went to work, where he had to look over three different classes throughout the day. He loved the kids he taught, but today they'd all chosen to be little demons and not listen to a lot of his instruction. Then he had to do paperwork before he could leave the dojo, but he had to go to the grocery store before he could even go home. So saying he was exhausted was an understatement in all reality.

He grabbed the grocery bags and walked to the door, stepping inside to a mostly quiet house. In the distance, he heard a kid's show playing on the TV and he imagined his son was happily watching his favorite show. He went to the kitchen and started putting up the food he'd bought, preheating the oven for a frozen pizza for himself.

"Eli? Is that you?" Reader calls out from the next room.

He smiled. "Yeah, it's me."

He put away the last of his groceries and walked into the living room. His son's favorite show was playing on the TV as he thought it would be and Reader was sitting with Mason on her lap as they watched. However, as soon as Hawk was in view, Mason didn't care about the show anymore. He started babbling and making grabbing hands up at him, smiling happily.

Hawk picked him up and kissed his cheek. "Hey, little man. How's your day been?"

Mason giggled and hugged his daddy, leaning against him. He was so happy to see his dad after the long day they'd each had. Well, to Mason it felt like a long day for such a little baby.

"We've had a pretty great day," Reader told him, standing up and stretching. She sighed as her muscles released tension. "We went on a walk and met a puppy! That was so much fun, wasn't it Mason?"

The baby babbled incoherently as if he was holding a conversation with them. When he was done, he rested his head on Hawk's shoulder and hugged him, holding on. It was obvious that he missed his daddy even if it was just for a day.

The three of them hung out for a while, eventually leading Hawk to give Mason a bath while Reader tidied up the living room and kitchen. She came in to say goodnight to Mason once he was in his pajamas and tucked into his crib. Hawk watched as she read him to sleep and then slipped out of the room with her. Then they ordered takeout.

"I can't thank you enough for all of this," he said over chow mein. He watched her smile.

"You don't have to thank me, Eli," she told him. "This is what friends do."

Friends, Eli thought to himself. If only we were more than that.

They finished their late dinner and put it away in the fridge. Hawk washed baby bottles in the sink while Reader rearranged the fridge to make room for their takeout boxes. He watched her over his shoulder, unable to keep his eyes off of her. When she finally shut the fridge, he turned his attention to the sink and kept washing. She came up beside him and rolled up her sleeves to help.

"I've got this," she said, smiling at him. "You go relax."

"I'm okay. I should be doing this anyway," he told her. He looked at her. "He's my kid after all."

She nudged his shoulder with her own and giggled. "Yeah, but you also work your ass off. You deserve a little time to relax, you know?"

"No such thing with that little guy around," he laughed. It was affectionate, as he never held any ill thoughts or feelings toward his son. He'd never trade being a dad for anything in the world. He loved it. "Really, this is nothing."

He put the clean bottles in the drying rack and washed his hands. He turned to Reader as she did the same. He passed her a kitchen towel to dry her hands with.

"Thanks," she said, taking it. However, before she dried her hands, she flicked the remaining water on them at him. He covered his face but still felt the droplets hit his arm.

"Oh, so that's how it's gonna be," he said, smirking at her.

She quickly dried her hands and threw the towel at him as he charged at her, laughing as he caught her around the waist and backed her up against the counter, effectively cornering her. He then began to mercilessly tickle her and she covered her mouth to keep from laughing too loud. It came out muffled and pitched, hopefully not too loud that Mason woke up. However, neither of them heard anything and Hawk's fingers continued to dance across her sides.

She held in her laughter and started hitting him on the shoulder in an attempt to make him stop, though it seemed futile. He was lean with hard muscle all over his body, on top of the fact that she wasn't trying to actually hurt him, so she was doing nothing.

However, he did stop after she started shoving him away, giggling harder than she should be. He laughed as she stood tall, looking at her as she tried to catch her breath. Her face was warm and only grew hotter when she realized how close he was standing to her.

"Hey," she said, smiling at him.

He licked his lips as he looked at her. "Hey."

Nothing more needed to be said as over a decade's worth of friendship made a magnetic pull between them. He took hold of her thick waist and brought her close as she reached for his face. Their lips touched soon after and an explosion of heat erupted. It was by far the best feeling in the world. Reader threw her arms around his neck and pulled him even closer, pressing her body against him. He pinned her to the counter and braced a hand on the top, holding her around the waist as they melted into each other.

They broke away from each other with a desperate need for air. However, it wasn't as strong as their desire for each other. His lips descended on her neck and he breathed in her scent with the cool air of the kitchen. Her hands laid on the back of his neck and shoulders as he peppered kisses along her skin. One of his hands slipped up her shirt to hold her bare side, squeezing the soft rolls there.

"Eli," she breathed out.

They looked at each other, then kissed again. He led her to his bedroom without breaking it, which came with its hazards. They stumbled and bumped into the walls, stopping only when they remembered Mason was in the other room. They listened for his cry but it never came, and they giggled together before she took his hand and walked the rest of the way to his bed. She fell onto it as if falling onto soft clouds, sure in its ability to catch her. He crawled over her and kissed her again.

In no time, they were naked and rubbing against each other. They couldn't stand to stay apart from each other, laying chest to chest as he thrust in and out of her wet heat. She moaned in his ear or mouth as they shared passion. Their years of friendship turned into something more as she wrapped her legs around him and he left hickeys along her neck. They stayed quiet, holding each other as they whispered sweet nothings to each other.

When it was over, he pulled out and collapsed on top of her. His head rested on her tits and he held her waist while her hands combed through his sweat-soaked hair. It came out of its gelled-up state with her help, not that he cared. She was one of the few people he let see him without it done up. He trusted her and liked when she played with it in all honesty.

"Eli," she said softly, tiredly.

He looked up at her. "Yeah?"

"I love you."

He stared at her, then leaned up and pecked her lips. "I love you too."

She smiled, and they soon fell asleep like that.

Reader might as well move in with how much she came over to see Hawk and Mason. She volunteered to babysit Mason more often than not, allowing Hawk the time to go to work like he needed. She even stayed over some nights to wash their laundry and ensure Hawk had clean clothes to wear to the dojo. She even brought over a toothbrush, so to say they were serious about each other was an understatement.

As Reader sat on the toilet with a little plastic stick in her hand, she hoped he was as serious as she was.

Annoyed, she shook it, as if that would make the results come up faster. She bit her lip as she looked at it, but it was still loading.

"Dammit," she sighed and laid the stick on the countertop. She stood up and started pacing the length of the small room, hands on her hips. "Shit shit shit."

When she thought back on that night they shared together, she didn't think it would have come to this. Sure, they were in a relationship, but between Mason and both of them working, they had little time for sex. It was one time, but she failed to believe that it only took one time to fall pregnant.

A knock came to the door and she jumped, turning to it. Hawk's voice came from the other side. "Hey, Reader, you okay in there?"

She peeked at the test. It was still loading. "Yeah, I'm okay."

"Alright, sorry to bother you," he said. There was some incoherent babbling alongside his voice and he laughed softly. "She'll be out soon, little man."

She listened to his footsteps fade down the small hallway outside. When she didn't hear them anymore, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, then let it out slowly.

After calming her nerves, she turned back to the test and picked it up. As she stared at the small screen, her heartbeat picked up again. Pregnant, it read.

Quickly slipping it into her back pocket, she walked out of the bathroom with shaking hands. How was she supposed to go out there, face her best friend/boyfriend who already had a baby, and tell him she was pregnant with his second child? Her mind ran blank.

As she entered the living room, she found Hawk and Mason having a little dance party. Whatever song was playing was from the show Mason was watching. His dance moves weren't much either. He was standing with Hawk's help and shaking his butt while Hawk held his hands and did a little dance of his own. They were so cute.

It was one of those rare days Hawk had off from work. He loved spending them with Mason and Reader, usually just lounging around at home. They were fun days, some of the best they had together in recent times. But now she was terrified that could all come to an end.

It made little to no sense to her, as she knew Hawk loved Mason, but the irrational fear that he wouldn't love another baby as much scared her. What if he didn't want her anymore? What if this was how they ended things? Where would she go from here? To Demetri and Yasmine? Fat chance of that happening.

Hawk saw her standing in the doorway with a stricken and gaunt look on her face. He picked up Mason and held him on his hip, watching her carefully. He walked up to her, catching her attention with a gentle, "Hey."

She stared at him. "Hey."

"You okay?"

She continued to stare, then reached behind her and pulled the pregnancy test from her pocket. At the same time, Mason reached for her. She tried to smile at him, then held out the test to Hawk and put her other arm out for Mason. They effectively switched off.

Hawk became stunned by what she just handed him while Reader sought out some comfort from holding the cute baby. Mason hugged her and smiled, unaware of the shifting tides around him. He was just happy to be in the arms of someone he loved so much and who loved him.

"Is this real?" Hawk asked dumbly. He looked up at her as she nodded. "You're pregnant?"

"Yeah," she breathed out, a little shaky. "I'm sorry."

"What?" he asked. He was quiet for a moment, then blinked. "Why are you sorry?"

"Because I know you didn't want this and we just got together and you already have a lot on your hands right now," she let out in a rush. She took a deep breath. Tears collected in her eyes and she tried her best to blink them away. It did very little. "I just- I don't want to ruin things with you."

Hawk was stunned silent as he listened to her every word, realizing she was just as terrified as he was. In the meantime, Mason realized something was wrong and tried to fix it.

He began babbling as he looked at Reader, reaching up and wiping away her tears. She looked at him and smiled thankfully, understanding that he was trying his best. When her tears kept falling, he pouted.

"Reader," Hawk said, catching her attention again. He held up the test. "This doesn't ruin anything. I want this. I want you."

He set the test down and came up to her, wrapping her up in his arms and hugging her close, kissing her head. He then kissed Mason's head. He whispered to her softly, "It's a lot to have at once, but I want this. You've been in my life for as long as I can remember and I don't want that to change." He let himself be as vulnerable as he's allowed since Mason was born. "Just... just don't leave, please."

She rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere."

They stayed like that for a while, Hawk holding his girlfriend, son, and new baby as close as possible. He didn't cry even though he felt like he could. He just stood with the comfort of knowing he's had Reader this long and he'll have for many more years to come. And he gave her comfort and reassurance in their new relationship. They stood in silence with those promises for a while.

Until Mason broke it.

"Mama," he said softly.

Hawk and Reader pulled away from each other, looking at him. He glanced at Reader, then asked, "What did you say?"

"Mama," Mason said a little louder, giggling as he was being paid attention to again. He hugged Reader around the neck and laughed. "Mama! Mama!"

Reader cried a little more, smiling softly. She kissed Mason's cheek. It felt so much more deserved than it would have before. She held him close, smiling as he smiled.

Hawk rubbed his son's back and laughed softly. "That's right, Mason. That's Mama."

It was the best day yet. It was the day Reader, despite being there since the beginning, felt like a part of their little family.

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