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the-kr8tor · 8 months

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Reader must leave for a work emergency and Hobie must remain in charge of his little daughter, will he have difficulties when the arachnid duty calls him or will it be a father-daughter adventure of which they will be accomplices?

I LITERALLY RUN TO WRITE THIS —🫀

This was so adorable! I changed some things around hope you don't mind ❤️ I tried making their names vague but it's literally impossible for this fic, I hope thats ok. thank you for the lovely prompt!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, they have twin baby girls, CW food mention, FLUFF.

It's Fluffy Friday!

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"Are you sure you'll be okay?" You kiss Ramona on her chubby cheeks whilst Hobie juggles Billie and your work bag in his arms. Helping him immediately, you take the bag from him in exchange for his daughter. It's the first time in months since you've gone to work, maternity leave (unfortunately) ending. You dread it, already missing your girls.

Hobie sees your frown, bouncing Mona in his arms, Billie gurgles in her sleep. "We'll be alright, love" he would embrace you if not for his twins occupying his arms.

You huff, puppy eyes staring at Hobie. You want to stay home, unfortunately diapers don't grow on trees. "I don't wanna go" pouting, you peck Billie's forehead, careful not to wake her. Hands circling Hobie's elbow with a steady hand.

"It'll be over before you know it. The girls and I will just be here waiting for you. Right, Mona?" Hobie addresses Mona, bouncing her in his arm, curls bouncing with the movement. She blows a raspberry, spit bubbles forming on her mouth.

The adorable sight would usually make you giggle but now you look forlorn while you wipe her tiny lips. "Mommy's gonna miss you" cooing at the bundle, you take a big whiff of her scent, (not the weirdest thing you've done since you've become a parent) "And you too" moving towards Billie, you caress her cheek with your index finger, she crinkles her nose in her sleep. It's uncanny how much she looks like Hobie when she makes that face.

"Oi, you forgot somethin'?" Hobie pipes up, brows furrowed.

"No, I was saving you for last" you finally crack a smile, kissing Hobie, pulling away for a second to stare at his eyes before you continue attacking his lips.

"Alright, you'll be late" he says against your lips. Hobie almost couldn't speak with you basically eating his face.

You pull away, sighing, taking a mental picture of your family. "Okay, call me if anything happens"

"Yes I will, they won't cause me any trouble. I've got 'em, yeah?" He fixes his hold on the babies. They've gotten quite heavy the last three months. "Be careful on your way"

"Okay, byeee" walking backwards to the door, your eyes glued to Hobie and your girls. It clicks closed.

Hobie turns back around when the door opens with you peeking through the gap. "Love," he says with a chuckle.

"Okay, bye for real this time" you do a flying kiss motion towards Hobie. The door closes for the second time.

Hobie expects the door to open again but it doesn't, he's so proud of your self restraint. Ramona takes his attention with a small whine, hand gripping his jumper. "You hungry? I think we've still got some roast beef here" he jokes, forgetting that you're not in the room with him. You would've laughed.

Guess you're not the only one missing someone. Hobie brings the twins on their Bassinets, Billie wakes up almost immediately when Hobie takes his arm away. His senses warn him of an impending loud cry. Eyes watering, lips trembling, Billie lets out a wail before Hobie could calm her down.

He takes her out of her bassinet, careful with her head, the loud noise ringing his ears. He can handle it, right? Hobie is Spider-Man after all. Glancing at Mona, he sees her slowly change her face from content to sadness. She probably just heard her sister and now she begs for his attention too.

"Crap" Hobie hisses when Mona cries in tandem with Billie. As if some cosmic entity wanted to torture him, his bracelet rings out, Miguel's booming voice startles his girls, they cry louder in his arms.

Oh it's gonna be a long day for him.

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"I'm home!" You happily trot over to the living room, eyes searching for your family. "Hobie? Mona? Billieee?" You call out to them in a sing-song voice. Rattling the paper bag in your hand, you spot the bedroom door open, tiptoeing inside, melting at the scene.

Hobie sleeps with the twins on his chest, hands secured over their small backs. He looks exhausted with his wicks standing in different angles, shirt stained with milk and baby spit up. He has one sock on his right foot, the other nowhere to be found.

Dropping your bags on the floor, Hobie opens his eyes at the sound. You wince, feeling guilty you've woken him up.

"Sorry" whispering, you sit down on the edge of the bed, wiping his drool with your sleeve. "I've got take out" you beam at him with heart shaped eyes. Tilting your head to check on your girls, finding them both fast asleep. "You okay?"

"Peachy" he yawns, Billie snuggles closer to her dad while Mona holds Hobie's shirt with a strong grip. "That better be shawarma" he says with no ounce of anger, just fatigue laced in his voice. Hobie thinks it's all worth it though, all for his girls.

You chuckle quietly, leaning down to kiss Billie on her little beanie, tiny curls peeking out of her hat. Moving a bit, you peck Mona on the crown of her head, curls tickling your nose. Lastly, you cup Hobie's face with both hands, carefully avoiding hitting the twins with your elbow.

"It's shawarma from your favourite place" you say softly against his waiting lips.

"Thank fuck, love you" He leans up, meeting you halfway. Hobie will tell you about their little adventure after you give him some food.

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gabessquishytum · 2 months

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I’ll be honest I read that last pregnant mobster dream post as being about both dream and hob being pregnant.

So…yes dream is a pregnant mobster and hob is his favorite local pub owner who is…uh…also heavily pregnant.

They’re helping each other out! There are lots of hormones to deal with and both need foot massages and it makes Hob happy to have someone else going through his pregnancy with him.

Hob calls dream when he feels his baby kick! Dream buys two of everything—one diaper bag for himself, one for hob.

And dream knows it isn’t rational but he’s so glad hob is single now because even though it’s clearly hypocritical, as Dream is also pregnant, he can’t stand the idea that hob might have someone else in his and baby robin’s lives!

They are his and orpheus’s now and no one else’s.

We love a simultaneous pregnancy!!! Hell yeah, imagine the adorable contrasts between them. Hob is in big t-shirts and stretchy maternity leggings, meanwhile Dream is still trying to squeeze into his crisp, professional suits. He's a disaster waiting to happen, and Hob definitely has to lend him a hoodie on at least one occasion when his shirt can't handle the strain any longer.

With two sets of hormones swinging all over the place, the bickering between these two is legendary. Seeing them snipping at each other, you'd think they can't stand to be in the same room. Of course that's not the case (but if Dream eats his snacks again, Hob will not be holding back his temper). If they're not affectionately arguing, then they're absolutely so obviously in love. Everyone can see it, apart from them. All the soft looks and the tenderness and the longing. Hob is constantly checking up on Dream, touching the side of his belly with a smile that's full of adoration. If anything, Dream is even more obvious in his affections for Hob. He practically acts as though they're already in a relationship, and no one has ever treated Hob with such care and dedication before.

Unfortunately they're both stupid, and convinced that it's better for everything to remain strictly platonic.

After their two sons are born, life is very frantic. Dream has moved in to Hob’s flat (he spent one night alone with newly born Orpheus and simply couldn't do it again, and who can blame him!), the babies are practically twins with only 10 days between them. It's all milk and nappies and attempting to snatch a moment of sleep. Somewhere along the line, they start sharing Hob’s bed for the few hours between feeds. Cuddling up together for comfort just feels natural. Hob cries for the first time because his body is saggy and soft and he thinks he might never go back to how he was. Dream wipes his tears and calls him beautiful, even more beautiful now that he's carried and delivered a wonderful new life. One night Dream confesses that he's terrified for the future, for Orpheus, terrified that he's going die on the job and leave his baby. Hob holds him the whole time and promises firmly that Orpheus will always be safe with him.

One day Hob kisses Dream good morning (he's sleep deprived, still practically dreaming), and Dream kisses him back. Its as simple as that, apparently. Both of them are grinning as they go about the day - too exhausted for any kind of sex, but very much looking forward to soft kisses and cuddles when the opportunity arises.

Robyn and Orpheus are lucky. One of their dads owns an Inn, with an amazing kitchen full of nice food and nice people. Their other dad has a big box full of guns and rolls of cash and other interesting things that they're not allowed to touch. Hob’s definitely the one going to "parents come and talk about what their jobs are" day at school. But Dream is the one picking the boys up in a range rover flanked by 6 body guards. Their dads are also very VERY in love. Even if it took them both a hot minute to work it out!

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw mpreg #mafia au

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 1 year

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more apprentice!reader and Jason pls!!!

"Gimme!" Cass demanded cheerfully when you walk in with Jason, Jillian asleep in your arms.

You surrender her cautiously and even without being able to see your face, Jason can see the flash of worry in your eyes. Anxiety about not having her near you- not that you thought anyone in the house would hurt her.

"So very plump," Cass cooed, cuddling the sleeping baby.

Jason set the baby bag on a chair and smiled, "We definitely don't have trouble getting her to eat," he said.

"You're sure you don't mind babysitting?" you ask, biting your lip.

"Mind?" Steph gasped walking in with Bruce, "Are you crazy? We've been begging." She kissed your cheek and peered down at the baby in Cass' arms, "Such a little cutie. How did that-" she pointed at Jason teasing, nose crinkling, "help make such a sweet baby?"

"If she gets her mommy's attitude problem we're in trouble," Jason agreed.

"Her attitude problem?" Bruce snorted, taking Jilly from his daughters and settling her against his chest. "Go," he said, "You're going to miss your reservation-"

"If you need anything-"

"We have extra formula, and diapers, and outfits," Stephanie said.

"We're even gonna give her back," Cass added, kissing your cheek opposite the one Steph kissed.

"We'll call," Bruce assured you, "But I think the ladies and I can handle it. Alfred is here someplace-"

"It's going to be fine," Jason agreed, kissing the side of your head and letting go of you just long enough for Bruce to give you your baby back and give her another cuddle, reassuring yourself that she was probably not even going to know you were gone.

Jason leans down and kisses his daughter's head and gives Bruce a look, partly an apology and partly telling him to just give you a second. Jason could take the baby out and be gone for a while, you could leave her with Jason to go to the store and get a cup of coffee- take a little break but the thought of leaving her with someone else was terrifying. Even if they were enthusiastic and perfectly capable.

Bruce nodded, wondering to himself where you got your maternal instincts from- especially now that he'd met both your parents. But, he was pleased to see you so... invested.

"We're going to be late, Beautiful," Jason said, tilting your chin up gently and kissing your forehead. "And you look too pretty to not be taken out for a while."

"Jay-"

"Jilly will be fine," he soothed, "She's going to eat, sleep, and be cuddled to her heart's content." He took Jilly carefully, giving her a last-minute snuggle of his own before handing her to Bruce, just praying she didn't fuss. If she started to fuss or cry, he'd never get you out the door. And he wanted a night out. He wanted to take you out to a nice dinner and pamper you just a little. Make you feel adored. Reminding you gently that you weren't just Jilly's mom. "It'll be fine," he said.

"It really will," Stephanie said, grinning when Bruce rocked his Granddaughter. It was very funny watching the big bad Batman turn into a puddle holding a baby. Hands that could snap a neck and disarm bombs cradling her against his heart.

"They're gonna take a nap," Cass said, stage whispering. "He'll sit down with her and pass out-"

"Don't judge," Jason said, adjusting your coat when your shoulders relax, "She's like one of those weighted plushies."

"Have a good time," Bruce said, resting his cheek on top of her head for a moment, chuckling to himself when Stephanie and Cass cheerfully walk both of you back to the door. "We'll be fine, won't we?" he hummed. "Gonna take a nap with me?"

"Called it," Cass said, coming to rifle through the baby bag for bottles and formula, grinning at him.

"We'll bring you a bottle when she cries," Stephanie said, not able to be too irritated. If Bruce would slow down and hold Jilly for a while she wasn't going to complain.

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #apprentice!reader #ask answered #minors dni

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honey-boyyoongi · 11 months

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Pairing ➪ Reader x Yoongi||Part 54//??

Word count ➪ 1.5k

Warnings ➪ it’s not beta-ed; any mistakes are mine; mentions of self harm; mentions of scars; if you're name is crossed out it's because I'm unable to tag you;

Summary ➪ Min Yoongi, is a simple man. He likes his coffee black and iced, he enjoys his job, and he loves his baby girl. But what happens when the new neighbor, quite literally, drops into his life?

A/n: Wooooow it’s been a bit huh. First off, I narrowly missed posting this on Father’s Day, but oh well, belated works as well lol. Second off I’m sorry for not posting consistently. Thank you to everyone who read my fic while I was gone 💕. Sorry for throwing y’all back into this a little sad lol. As always any feedback is appreciated, and if you want to be added to the tag list please let me know.

P.S. I updated WWDITS!

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Minji laid on her unmade hotel bed, numb. The last 12 hours had felt unreal. She had a daughter, a beautiful daughter, that was all Yoongi with hints of her brother. She could feel flickers of life bloom in her chest when Mrs. Min talked about the toddler. It almost made Minji regret fleeing, almost.

Minji forced herself out of the plush bed, stripping herself of her clothes down to her birthday suit. She stood in front of the mirror, examining herself; every mole, scar, stretch mark, and at the center of it all was the C-section scar from the child’s birth. Most days Minji could forget the long pink scar that decorated her lower belly. Sometimes the pain that comes from it will pull her from the fog she’s been sinking herself in. She dragged her index finger lightly across, remembering the child’s birth.

Yoongi had freaked out that morning, Minji had gone into early labor a week before she was scheduled for her C-section. Yoongi had arranged and rearranged her maternity bag weeks in advance, making sure he kept the child’s belongings in a separate diaper bag. He double, triple, quadruple checked that they had the correct paperwork to check Minji in with no issues. Yoongi was on the phone with her doctor, informing her of the early labor, while Minji floated through his apartment. She could feel the child moving around, just as desperate as she to leave its confines.

Yoongi tried his best to settle their nerves while they drove to their hospital, he guided Minji through the breathing exercises they learned at birthing classes. She remembered doing the bare minimum to ease the sharp pain traveling across her lower body. Minji felt that she deserved to feel the pain enveloping her. She held off until her doctor sedated her for her C-section.

Minji watched as the tub she laid in filled to a less than ideal amount. The steaming water was stinging the skin it enveloped, and she sighed in relief. She allowed her body to relax, washing away the tension that had built up.

Minji walked into the Min home, taking in the room that once gave her comfort. The hallway right at the entrance that was once lined with pictures of Yoongi, were now taken over by pictures of the child. No longer was her former lover’s story up for her to reread. The comfy dark gray sectional was still in its corner, and the rocking chair where she informed the Min elders of her pregnancy was occupied by an obscenely large stuffed bear. She could hear father Min humming along to the song playing from his ‘Alexa’, and their kettle whistling. Mother Min was going forward with the pleasantries, ‘You look great’, ‘I missed you’, ‘why did you leave’, ‘do you have a boyfriend’, ‘do you want tea’, ‘do you want to see pictures of Hani’? It was overwhelming.

Minji nodded through the simple small talk, allowing the Min elders to talk about their lives within the last four years. They’d spent 3 hours on Mrs. Min’s community center stories, and if it hadn’t been for a neighbor stopping by, she’d still be speaking about them. She learned that both Mins’ had technically retired, but Mr. Min was still running his shop. While Mrs. Min would take clients once in a blue moon for events. While the trio ate lunch together, Minji caught herself tearing up. She had missed this feeling of belonging that enveloped her at the Min home. Mrs. Min kept her plate full, and Mr. Min made sure to pack up leftovers for her to eat at her hotel.

After cleaning up, Mrs. Min brought out the child’s pictures. Minji was reading the short story of the child’s life, and she was conflicted. She watched as the child took her first steps towards Yoongi. There he was at every little song learned, art piece being made, movie watched, and word spoken. It never looked like there was a missing piece. There was no place left for her. Minji held back a sob that had built itself as she learned more about the child’s life. So far she had learned that the child liked pink, but hated yellow. She loved mozzarella sticks, cheerios, and watermelon juice. Tiana was her current favorite princess, while Moana sits at a very close second. The Mins’ practically glowed talking about the girl.

Minji stared at the ceiling above, feeling droplets falling on the sides of her face, too numb to care if they’re coming from her or from her bath. Her throat became dry, and it became harder to swallow. Too tired to fight, she allows the sobs that she pushed down, rise once again. Her cries echo across the walls, somehow adding more layers to her misery.

Mrs. Min wasted no time speaking about Yoongi. ‘I never liked her from the beginning,’ she said, and ‘That Jeon boy was trouble’, while she doubted his judgment of character. The way she recounted the first meeting was odd; ‘She was too friendly towards Yoongi’, she said. While Mr. Min would add that he liked how friendly the babysitter was. Mrs. Min didn’t like that she acted like a hostess when they had brunch. Mr. Min liked that she was helping Yoongi, as there was a large amount of food. Mrs. Min was not fond of the child being so close to the babysitter, and Yoongi not correcting her. Mr. Min was ecstatic that his granddaughter was comfortable with someone new. It went on like that for the rest of the talk, for every dislike Mother Min had, Father Min had a counter like. By the end she was visibly frustrated.

Mrs. Min looked at Mr. Min with dark eyes, ‘Why are you defending her’, she demanded. Mr. Min sighed, ‘This conversation isn’t about the babysitter, it’s about Minji wanting to see her daughter.’

‘She deserves to know what kind of person our son has left our granddaughter with’, she sneered.

Mr. Min grunted, ‘Yoongi isn’t completely hopeless, he’s very strict with Haneul’s care.’

Mrs. Min scoffed, offended that her husband wasn’t agreeing with her. Minji was confused, if this person was so horrible as Mother Min said, then why is Yoongi still allowing his child to still be in her care. Who was this person and why was she causing such a rift? Mr. Min stood from his chair, excusing himself, but not before telling Minji that he hopes she’s here for the right reasons. Minji tensed in her seat, she wondered if he knew that Mrs. Min had been reaching out to reunite her with his grandchild.

Mother Min waited until her husband had left the kitchen to speak once again, she asked Minji to please see the child. She went on, and on about how the baby asked for her momma. ‘Any time we’re out and we see a mother and daughter she asks me where her momma is. I always tell her you were sick, but are working on getting better. I tell her you miss her, and want to see her. Hani wants you here Minji.’

Minji teared up, she didn’t know that her baby was asking for her. She had always felt like the baby would be better without her, Minji was aware of the baggage she carried, and she had started facing it little by little with her therapist. But they could never broach the topic of the baby, it opened a can of worms Minji wasn’t sure she wanted to deal with just yet. Mom told her to fight for her child, she had rights, and she should fight for them. She assured Minji that she’d support her through it, even offering for them to stay in their home while she had custody of the baby.

Minji rubbed a scar lightening cream on her lower stomach. She climbed into bed holding her phone, with a new chat opened. She stared at the screen until it darkened, shoving it under the cold hotel pillow to keep it out of mind. Minji laid in darkness, allowing herself to get lost, and leave her body.

Minji watched as the head nurse placed the baby in her chest. It didn’t look like a baby, and smelled like blood and something else she can’t remember. She couldn’t remember the inbetween, next thing she woke up to was a crying Yoongi holding a pink blanket with a tuft of black hair. Minji had left 48 hours after giving birth. Yoongi had begged her to stay longer, ‘I just witnessed your organs on a tray next to you, I think you should stay a bit longer Min.’ Minji refused. She promised Yoongi she’d take care of herself. As she got the last of her things she voiced her goodby, and her well wishes. A week later Minji was in her new apartment, with her new roommate, starting her new life.

Minji had a lot of regrets in her life, but as she laid in her bed, she decided this was not going to be one of them. She reopened the chat she had closed. Once she was satisfied, Minji readjusted herself into her bed, hoping everything will be worth it

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02:37 Unknown

Hi Yoongi. Your mom gave me your new number.

I want to see my daughter.

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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year

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The Green Light: Teaser

Summary: Teaser. Andy is over the moon when you finally get the green light to be intimate again after the birth of your babies. But how do you explain to him that you're not quite comfortable with your post-pregnancy body just yet?

Warnings: Smut, Husband Andy Barber, Daddy Kink, Insecure Reader, Post-Pregnancy Body, Discussions of Intimacy, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Full story coming soon! Prompt courtesy of an anonymous reader. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Warnings subject to change. All mistakes are my own. Please let me know your thoughts!

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You wait to check your phone until after your appointment is over and you're safely back in your car.

2 Missed Calls - Andy Bear

3 New Texts - Andy Bear

Andy Bear: Hey, baby girl. How’d the appointment go? Did we get the all clear?

Andy Bear: Can you answer your phone, please? I want to hear your sweet voice when you tell me the good news.

Andy Bear: C'mon! You’ve got me dancing on pins and needles right now. Call me.

You shake your head and then dial your man. He answers on the second ring.

“There you are, sweetness! I was starting to get worried there for a moment.” The genuine concern in his voice has you playfully rolling your eyes.

“Relax, Andy. Sometimes these appointments can take a while. It doesn’t mean anything is wrong, Dr. Wilson is just being thorough.” You check your appearance in the rearview mirror, noting that the bags under your eyes seem to look better than they have in days. “That’s part of the reason he’s been my OBGYN for so long, because he’s good at what he does.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. He’s great.” You know he's not being dismissive on purpose, it’s just that he’s chomping at the bit to hear one key piece of information. “How’s your little body? Did we get the green light?”

Ahh, and there it was. Sometimes Andrew Barber was like a dog with a fucking bone. And only your husband would refer to your body as being “little” when you were still walking around sporting maternity wear.

“I’ve been cleared for all physical activity. Which means I can finally start working out again and –”

“Fuck, yeah we did!” He cheers into the receiver, loud enough to make you wince. “Alright, baby girl, that settles it. BiBi and KitCat are going to my sister’s for a sleepover and the twins will stay at grandma’s. Meanwhile, I’m gonna leave the office early to pick us up some dinner. How about we celebrate with some surf and turf?”

“Oh my god, Andrew! We are not leaving our two newborns at your mother’s house for the night. That’s too much!”

“What if she already said yes?” You have no doubt that your unrepentant husband is smiling hard enough to crack a tooth right about now.

“You didn’t.” Your head drops to the steering wheel with a light thunk.

“Oh, I did.” The sound of an eager chuckle spills across the other line. “Ma and Bill are happy to keep Rory and Junior. She said you left them with enough formula and diapers to get ‘em through and that she, and I quote, would be positively heartbroken if you deprived her of time with her precious new grandchildren.”

“Andy…I don’t know…” As tempting as the thought of a night of uninterrupted slumber was, you were on the fence about being away from your precious babies for that long.

RoRo needed to be rocked to sleep, while A.J. needed you to pat his little tush and bounce him just so. And they both needed approximately 1,375 kisses every five minutes, otherwise they got fussy.

“You must really want a good night’s sleep, huh, Big Man?”

“Baby, when I get my hands on you, I promise that sleeping will be the last thing on both of our minds. Now, I’ve gotta run. But I’ll see you home around 4:00pm.”

“Andy…”

How did you tell your husband that you weren’t really feeling your post-pregnancy body right now? You’d even taken to changing in the bathroom lately. Thankfully he hadn’t seemed to notice that increasingly bad habit of yours…

At least not yet. But it was only a matter of time.

“Hush, sweetness. You just let Daddy take care of everything, okay? I’ve been dreaming of this day for almost two months now, and I plan to take my time loving all over every inch of your delectable body. And what’s more, you’re going to let me.” You can practically feel your nipples pebbling beneath the fabric of your shirt.

God, how did he always manage to sound so sexy when he was telling you what to do? Handsome ass buttface!

“I’ve gotta head into this meeting, but in the meantime, get some rest. You’re gonna need it.”

“Yeah, okay, sure.” You respond with a resigned sigh. “I…I guess I’ll see you when you get home then.”

“Damn right. Can’t wait to lose myself between those luscious thighs.” Andy rasps with a slightly roughened edge to his tone. “It’s been way too long since I’ve had a taste…”

Oh good God…and it had been way too long since you had to deal with beard burn. At this point, you’d almost forgotten about what it felt like.

“Bye, Andy Bear.”

"Goodbye, little love.”

END TEASER

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joekeeryswife · 2 years

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Hi! So I just came across this Tik Tok: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMNkycKMn/?k=1 and thought about a blurb with Joe/Steve, would you mind writing something similar? Imma a sucker for dad!joe/steve 😻

baby kisses - j.k

that is the cutest video i’ve ever seen stop it! a nappy is the British word for Diaper. i hope this was okay <33

you had just gone back to work after 4 months of maternity leave and to say you missed seeing your baby was an understatement. you missed seeing her smile at you throughout the day, you missed nap time where you would have her on your chest, feeling her small body move up and down with each breath she took, and you missed having family time with her and Joe. you would usually all be sat downstairs together whilst you and Joe watched a movie but recently you had been so tired after each shift, you went straight to bed after greeting them both.

you had just pulled into the driveway and saw most of the lights were off in the house so you assumed that they had both gone to bed and that Joe had left the light on so you could see. you checked the time on your phone and saw that it was 8:21pm. this was your first 12 hour shift on the birthing ward and you did not enjoy yourself. every few hours you would have to pump and dump which was wasteful and you just wish you stayed off for that full year of maternity leave you were offered.

you walked into the house and immediately chucked off your coat, shoes and bag and left them by the front door. all you wanted to do was find Joe and Esme and just hold them both. you felt as though you hadn’t spent time with them in weeks and you just needed them. you were pulled out of your trance when you heard loud giggles coming from your bedroom. you ran up the stairs as fast as you could to see Esme laying on her back only in a nappy and socks with Joe laying over her, smothering her in kisses.

“hi angels” you said in a tired voice but your face has a massive grin covering it. you walked to the bed and sat next to them both, planting a kiss on Joe’s head and then leaning down to leave one on Esme’s head. Joe said his hellos before going back to smothering Esme in hundreds of kisses and she tried to return them. he bent down to her lips where they shared a quick kiss before he went back to her neck. her giggles got louder with each kiss he placed on her. “that’s so precious” you laughed along with Joe as he moved his hair out of the way which had fallen down his face.

“you’re so cute aren’t you” he said to her as he lent down to kiss her neck again. she wriggled and laughed under him as her hands moved to the side of his face. you secretly pulled out your phone and recorded the interaction between Joe and Esme as her laughed got even louder. she then put her feet on his chest and accidentally ‘pushed’ him away from her and her face went blank and then she started frowning. “she pushed me away” he said to you, laughing and bending back down to her. the frown on her face quickly changed into a toothless grin.

her grin turned into more giggles when he kissed her cheek softly, her hands reaching up for his cheeks when he got close enough. “is that funny” he said, kissing all over her neck again. he turned her head to the side this time, mouth wide open as she tried to eat Joe’s face. “she’s trying to eat you” you said, seeing her mouth was still wide open, making you laugh. “are you trying to eat me?” Joe said, leaning up from her neck to look her in the eyes.

he bent back down and this time her tongue touched his cheek. “oh she got me” he said, leaning away from her. she then put her hand in her mouth as he bent back down to her. “didn’t we miss mama today? yeah we did. we don’t like it when mamas away do we? no we don’t” he said. stroking Esme’s cheek softly. you sighed and turned off the camera before looking at him. “you know i don’t like being away. but i have a week off now so” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“we just miss you. you should of stayed off for the full year y/n. you’re gonna stress yourself out.” he said. his words hurt. you didn’t want to go back to work but because your hospital you worked at was short staffed, your manager had begged you to go back to work with a pay rise. “i know. i just felt bad” you said as Esme grabbed your finger with her hand and pulled it towards her mouth, luckily you had washed your hands before leaving work. “you should have said no, you just had a baby, they shouldn’t have asked you” Joe said as he kissed your forehead. Joe and your manager did not get along, she was rude, snobby and basically took you away from your baby, but there was nothing he could do now.

“Joe i can’t do anything about it now. let’s just not talk about work this week and focus on Esme, she’s more important” you said, looking up at him. he bent down and placed a kiss on your lips for the first time that day. you kissed back and turned your head back to Esme who was still chewing on your finger. “i love you y/n” he said, leaving a few kisses on your forehead. “i love you more” you said, leaning into him more and he pulled an arm around your shoulders. you knew it would be fine and you knew your heart would always melt from the sight of Joe and your daughter.

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laangdonn · 6 months

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mother

summary: willow mellark can’t stop crying, and katniss stubbornly refuses any help from her mother.

pairing: post!mockingjay peeta mellark x katniss everdeen

a/n: i really love fics that explore katniss’s internal struggles with being a mom & prim’s absence in that… so i wrote my take! enjoyyyy

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three in the morning. it was three in the morning and still, sleep had not won over the incessant cries bouncing off of peeta and katniss’s bedroom walls.

katniss knew something was wrong the moment she heard the shrill cries, unlike any she’d ever heard, tear from her newborn baby girl’s small mouth. they were high pitched and never ending, surviving through countless attempts at feedings, diaper changes, and even a bath which left their bathroom floor flooded.

“peeta, she won’t stop!” katniss wanted to rip all the hair out of her scalp. “why won’t she stop?!”

“we’ve tried everything,” peeta said over the screams, his hands tugging at the roots of his hair as he paced back and forth. “we should call-“

“no,” katniss snapped, her clothes wet with their daughter’s tears, who was cradled in her arms, disheveled on her body. “no, we can do this.”

“we have been doing this,” peeta said, exasperated. he almost looked worse than katniss did, hair frazzled and eye bags drooping down to the middle of his nose. “i think it’s best we call-“

“we aren’t calling my mother.” katniss said definitely, stroking the wet pudgy cheek of her baby, red with the strain of her cries. her tiny fists clenched up against her face.

peeta ran a hand down his face, stopping to rub furiously at his eyes, “katniss, there’s no harm in asking her for help.”

“by the time she even gets here willow might’ve stopped.” katniss lied straight though her teeth, knowing very well their night was far from over without her mother there to help. “i can do this, i’m her mother.”

one of the many reasons why katniss never wanted kids was because she felt unworthy of being a mother. holding a title so precious, so serious, she’d assumed ‘tribute’ and ‘victor’ was more fitting. surely, katniss everdeen had no maternal instinct to anyone but her sister.

prim. suddenly, the thought of her crept into her mind as willow screamed bloody murder. how perhaps, if prim got to be a mother, her baby wouldn’t be so miserable. katniss always knew prim be better at this than she could ever dream of.

and it was a nightmare.

katniss could feel the tears burn behind her eyes, her nose stuffing up and her lips beginning to swell. the both of them crying would do absolutely no good, but the lack of sleep and the overwhelming feeling of not being good enough was more than she could take.

peeta recognized this, his facial features softening as he slowly approached her. “katniss, give me her.”

“no,” katniss shouted over willow, her voice breaking without warning. “i-“ she hiccuped a cry, “i can be this for her. let me be this for her.”

“you don’t have to prove anything, katniss.” peeta said softly, holding his hands out expectedly for his baby. “let me hold her while you take a break.”

reluctantly, katniss handed willow over to peeta, his lips curling into a solemn smile as he looked down at her, as if it would make her stop. her crying persisted, getting so bad to where they both wondered if haymitch would call from next door to put in a noise complaint.

katniss sat on the edge of the bed, watching through blurry, wet eyes as peeta paced back and forth, bouncing willow in his strong arms. she looked so small compared to him, her face buried snugly in his chest as she wet his shirt with tears and snot.

“cmon willow, what’s wrong?” he mumbled, using his other hand to rub down his face again.

“what if she’s sick?” katniss asked aloud, “what if somethings hurting her, what if-“

“i suggested we call your mother,” peeta reminded.

katniss rolled her swollen eyes, “i-“ she swallowed a sob, “i- i don’t-“ her chest began to weigh down on her. “we can’t call her-“

she hasn’t spoken to her mother since willow was born, and that was almost three months ago. it was like she knew katniss would be a bad mother, hovering over her the few days after the birth, till she finally decided to go. it made katniss breathe a sigh of relief when she heard the front door shut.

“breathe, katniss.”

katniss hadn’t even realized her eyes were clenched shut and she was shaking, choked sobs getting caught in her throat. peeta was bent down in front of her, willow still crying from the bassinet in the corner peeta had placed her in. his hands were on her knees, rubbing comforting circles.

“i cant even get my own baby to stop crying!” she sobbed out, the weight on her chest starting to crumble apart. “she’d be so ashamed of me,”

“your mother only wants to help-“

“no!” she shouted, digging her knuckles into her eyes. her next word came out weak and frail, “prim…”

calling her mother would only prove her point correct. that katniss can’t do this and prim should’ve. willow’s unending misery was an extension of her absence and katniss was suffocating in it.

and peeta knew. he always knows.

“she would be so proud of you, katniss.” she could barely hear him over her and willow’s combined sobs. “all baby’s cry.”

“not like this.” katniss defied, shaking her head.

peeta brushed a calloused hand on her cheek, forcing her chin up to look at him. “yes, like this.”

katniss sniffled, staring into the depths of his blue eyes to stabilize her. he was a constant in her life, through all the life changes they’d experienced in the past year, he’d always remained by her side. through his episodes and hers, he was always there.

and even now, as willow’s tiny lungs emit ear-splitting sounds, katniss remained his first priority.

“now, let’s call your mom so we can help our baby, okay?” katniss’s eyes focused on the bassinet behind him. a quick brush of his thumb on her cheekbone brought her back to his gaze. “okay, katniss?”

she sniffled again, her cries subsiding. “okay.”

they were lucky mrs. everdeen picked up in the late hours of the night, or early morning. katniss bit her fingernails as she watched peeta on the phone, willow resting on his chest, her tiny head on his shoulder as he rubbed her back soothingly. her screams were starting to get hoarse and quiet from strain.

he hung up the phone after a while, running his now free hand through his frizzy hair again. “she said take her outside, the fresh air could help.”

katniss nodded, looking at her daughter.

peeta followed her gaze, “do you want to take her?”

she shook her head yes and she was placed in her arms again. the two walked outside, praying haymitch wouldn’t come out to scold them for disturbing his peace.

both of them knew there’s no one he loved more in this world than willow, though.

the chilly morning air of june felt indescribably good on katniss’s sweaty, wet face. and apparently, it felt good for willow, too. her cries started dying down as gusts of light wind passed over them.

peeta had a hand brushing willow’s baby hairs, murmuring comforting words to her while katniss rocked her. the two working as a pair.

and it was katniss’s chest she nestled into when sleep finally overcame her, and her little fists unclenched and fell flax on her soft face. the silence was overwhelming and unfamiliar.

the two looked at each other, smiles gracing both of their faces.

“we did it.” peeta whispered, placing a light kiss on willow’s forehead, then giving katniss one on her chapped lips. “i told you,”

her eyes fell down to her daughter again. calm. because of her. because of them.

regardless of how katniss ever felt about her role, she’d always be willow’s mother. and peeta will always be her father, and raising a child isn’t a one man job. there’d always be him to keep her grounded, and vise versa, so she could always be there for willow.

“thank you,” she mumbled, looking up at him. “she wouldn’t have stopped without you.”

he smiled softly, “without us.”

once they’d gotten back into bed, and willow was sleeping softly in her bassinet, katniss felt her body completely relax itself. hearing her daughters soft breathing fill the air was more a reward than her life after winning the games.

“y’know,” peeta started quietly, running his fingers down katniss’s back as she lay on his broad chest. “your mom knew it wasn’t your idea to call her.”

she drew patterns on his chest, “i knew that much.”

“she knew why but she told me she’s never seen anyone love their baby as much as you do, katniss.”

her fingers stopped their movement, her head craning to stare at him.

peeta continued, “and she knew you’d figure out how to help her, eventually. even if that means taking advice from someone else.”

katniss sighed, turning to lay back down.

“you’re an incredible mother, katniss. she knows, i know it, and willow certainly knows it.”

peeta hesitated before saying,

“and prim knows it.”

yes, katniss thought, the movements of her fingers continuing on his chest. she knows.

#katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #peeta x katniss #peeta x katniss angst #peeta x katniss fanfic #peeta x katniss fluff #peeta x katniss imagine #the hunger games #thg #dad!peeta #mom!katniss #post!mockingjay fic #mrs everdeen

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misslavenderlady · 2 years

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Giving Dwayne a Baby 💋

Dwayne/Female!Reader (She/Her Pronouns)

Summary: Being with Dwayne for so long you've seen how great of a father figure he is to Laddie. After seeing you show your own maternal side, he decides it's time for the two of you to start your own family. The sooner you begin having fun with conceiving, the better~

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, Flirting, Dirty Talk, Tearing Clothes, Passionate Sex, Vaginal Sex (unsafe), Creampie, Sex against the cave wall, Breeding Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Impregnation, Possessiveness, Protective!Dwayne, Planned Pregnancy (don't read if it's not your thing)

It all began when you were out on a date with Dwayne. As per usual, the two of you were making your way down the boardwalk, but this time was a little different. Laddie, your sweet little buddy, had accompanied you two, wanting a more casual time out after getting up to some shenanigans with Paul and Marko the last few nights. You and Dwayne absolutely adored the kid, always happy to spend time with him.

Laddie held on to each of your hands, walking in the middle of the path. Occasionally, you and your vampire boyfriend would lift up your arms, launching the kid into the air as he giggled in delight. You felt a little selfish for being grateful he’d never grow up, but you were sure there were plenty of parents and guardians that wished their child could stay forever young. Besides, Laddie would never have to worry about the scary stuff that came with adulthood, so perhaps you were doing him a favor.

While you were enjoying your time with them, you stopped in your tracks when something caught your eye. Further down the boardwalk, in front of a random shop, was a young woman struggling with a stroller. She had a baby cradled in one arm and a diaper bag hung on the other. You frowned at how she was clearly overwhelmed, trying to balance everything at once. It was extra bothersome considering nobody else seemed to care, just fine with passing her without any offer to help. You were going to fix that right away.

“I’ll be right back,” you told the boys. You let go of Laddie’s hand and jogged over to the woman. The closer you got, the more you could tell she was looking pretty tired. Her baby was quite young, meaning she was possibly still figuring out all the new challenges that came with motherhood. It would be the right thing to help out at the moment.

“Excuse me, ma’am? Would you like some help?” you asked her, trying to be as polite as possible. She smiled sheepishly, clearly a bit embarrassed that her struggle had been noticed. Still, there was a sense of gratitude in her eyes.

“Oh goodness, thank you so much,” she said. You held out your hands to take the bag and the baby out of her hands so she could fix the stroller properly. While she worked on that, you turned your attention to the baby, looking down at them with a soft smile. They seemed a bit fussy, probably tired and ready to go home. You couldn’t imagine how a big, scary place like the boardwalk was for a baby.

“Shhhh…it’s alright, honey….don’t worry,” you whispered, soft with your tone. You rocked the little one back and forth, slow and gentle, to be as soothing as possible. Even if you didn’t have a baby yourself, you thought they were so very precious. In no time, the baby calmed down a bit, ready to doze off.

“Oh thank you, dear. You’re too kind,” the woman said, the stroller now all set up properly. You carefully handed over her baby and then the bag. She set the little one down in the stroller and bid you a farewell before making her way down the boardwalk in the direction you, Dwayne, and Laddie had come. With a final wave goodbye, you headed back to where your boys were.

“Sorry about that! Let’s go get some food now,” you greeted them cheerfully, feeling accomplished after doing a good deed. Laddie eagerly grabbed your hand again, and you gave it a playful squeeze. While you began to head down the boardwalk again, you looked in Dwayne’s direction. Earlier he was laid back and pretty happy while out with you and Laddie. Now his expression was different.

He was staring at you. So focused on you and nothing else. Even as you all were walking, he didn’t bother to look away to see where he was going. When you first met Dwayne, his staring intimidated you. The intense look in his eyes was rather scary, and you could see why others wouldn’t want to mess with him. Now after getting to know him and falling in love with him you knew he was just thinking deeply about something. Pondering over an idea in his head.

What could he be thinking about?

You didn’t think much of it until later on when you and Dwayne finally got Laddie some food. The three of you were set up at a picnic table, Laddie happily chowing down on a burger and you taking sips of a soda in between some bites of fries. Dwayne hadn’t gotten anything on account of the hunt he went on with the others beforehand.

He was still staring at you. Hands folded and propped under his chin, eyes fixated on you. It only made you wonder even more about what could be going on inside his mind.

“Hey, Laddie?” Dwayne finally spoke, glancing over at the boy. “Do you want a little brother or sister?”

Your drink caught in your throat, and you began coughing harshly. Out of everything that could have come out of Dwayne’s mouth, why the hell was it that? Laddie was completely oblivious to your choking and perked up at the question.

“Yeah! I don’t wanna be the youngest anymore!” he exclaimed. He seemed quite excited at the possibility. “Are we gonna get another kid to join the group?”

A sly smile spread across Dwayne’s handsome face. Even though he was talking to Laddie, his dark brown eyes were still fixated on you. The little boy was completely unaware of the undertones but you were painfully aware that the vampire was purposely trying to make you squirm under his gaze. Maybe if you were a vampire too then you could figure out what he was planning.

“No no, bud,” Dwayne said, moving his position so that now he was leaning his chin on one hand. “I think a baby would be better. You remember that talk we gave you, don’t you?”

A little while ago, you and Dwayne had to sit Laddie down and give him the “birds and the bees” talk. It was after the boy overheard some local surfers cracking quite a few lewd jokes and innocently asked you what they meant. You remembered how Paul and Marko laughed hysterically at how flustered you got.

You felt yourself immediately start to blush. A squeak slipped out of your mouth and you quickly threw a hand over your lips to shut yourself up. The little boy glanced at you in confusion, not understanding why you were suddenly so worked up. Dwayne, on the other hand, knew exactly what was causing your reaction.

You had assumed that was the end of the conversation, but now Dwayne was pulling you back in. What the hell was he implying here??

“You mean you guys are gonna have a baby?” Laddie exclaimed, a bright smile on his adorable face.

Meanwhile, you were looking at Dwayne with a mix of embarrassment and confusion. You bet if you had a mirror right now, your reflection would show a very flushed face. Dwayne was honest to god suggesting that you and him make a baby to be Laddie’s sibling.

You had to put a stop to this before you melted into a puddle right in front of the man.

“W-Well…um…I mean there’s n-no guarantee that will happen, buddy!” you tried to explain, mentally kicking yourself for sounding so flustered. “I-I mean vampires and humans…uh…w-we don’t know if they can…um…”

“Oh don’t worry, Laddie. I’ll make certain we give you a baby brother or sister~”

You couldn’t function anymore. Your brain was over-heating, and you had no words to properly fix this situation. All you could do was put your face in your hands and not look Dwayne in the eye for the rest of the night. His deep, sultry laugh filled your ears as a result of your behavior, taunting you even further.

When you calmed down, the two of you were going to have a VERY serious discussion.

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True to your word, you didn’t acknowledge Dwayne for the remainder of your time out. All your attention was put on Laddie and by the time you headed back to the cave for everyone to sleep you skipped over giving Dwayne the usual goodnight kiss. You did it to teach him a lesson, but the vampire was still as smug as ever, knowing you couldn’t avoid him forever.

The day went by quickly and by nightfall you had rounded up David, Marko, and Paul, asking them to take Laddie out as long as possible so you could have a serious talk with Dwayne in private. They honored your wishes, but deep down you had a feeling they assumed you wanted to be alone with him for more intimate reasons. It didn’t matter. Their thoughts were the least of your worries right now.

You paced back and forth in the center of the lobby, pondering just how you were going to do this. Your head was spinning, overwhelmed by what Dwayne said. If you weren’t so lost in thought, you would have noticed him sneak through the shadows of the cave before coming up behind you.

“Good evening, sweet girl~” the brunet purred, his muscular arms wrapping around your waist. You shivered in surprise, overwhelmed by his touch and his deep voice in your ear. You had to be strong. Stern. Focused. Even if you did want to swoon and fall further into his grasp.

“Dwayne, you owe me an explanation,” you said, forcing a serious tone in your voice before squirming away. You crossed your arms and looked him straight in the eye, showing how unamused you were. He just kept that sly grin plastered on his stupid, gorgeous face.

“Oh do I~?”

“Yes! I don’t know what I’m more upset about! You getting Laddie’s hopes up over something that might not even happen or insinuating that we’d be…making that happen in the first place,” you scolded. You only hoped your boyfriend would take you seriously.

The smile on his face told you he didn’t.

“Awww angel, is that what you’re so upset about~?” he teased. Dwayne moved closer to you again. In a flash, he had one arm wrapped around your lower back and a hand gently taking hold of your wrist. You hated yourself for the slight gasp that came out when he pulled you up to his chest. He was just so strong and he moved you around to his whim so easily.

“Y-Yes!” you stuttered. “Dwayne, you’re a vampire and I’m a human. We don’t even know if that’s possible! You can’t just make promises that you may not-”

He moved his hand from your wrist up to your chin, silencing your words with just a small touch. You really were weak.

“Well we’ve been safe so far because there’s a possibility, haven’t we~?” he asked. You really couldn’t say that was untrue. You and Dwayne had used protection ever since your first time together. It was before you even knew what he was, and even after learning the truth, you kept doing it out of habit and safety.

But deep down you had plenty of moments where you fantasized about him fucking you raw. Letting him fill you up as much as he wanted to. He was so sexy when he took control of you. Took ownership of you.

God, you had to be blushing at this point.

“I-I guess….but….Dwayne, are w-we…is it even the right time to think about…st-starting a family…?” you asked.

You used to think that he didn’t want to have children because of his eternal youth and love for everything wild and dangerous that came with the night. However, when you first saw him interact with Laddie, you doubted your thoughts.

The others acted like fun older brothers, but Dwayne was more like a father figure to the boy. He was always checking to ensure Laddie had everything he needed, teaching him important life lessons and keeping him safe while still showing him fun things to do. He was always leaning down to give Laddie hugs or giving him presents he got on the boardwalk. Dwayne even comforted the boy when he couldn’t sleep, despite the risk that came with the sunlight.

Deep down, you knew Dwayne would be a really good father to any children you may have. Maybe it was time to consider starting a family together, if it was even possible.

“You wanna know what I think?” Dwayne said, interrupting your thoughts. “I think you would be a wonderful mother. I always thought so, but seeing you help that woman on the boardwalk last night truly sealed the deal”

So THAT’S why he was acting this way. You do one nice thing for a random person and suddenly the man was ready to put a baby in you.

Wait.

Now that you thought about it…

“It’s not just…because you w-wanna…get me…p-pregnant?” you asked, your voice shaking. You remembered how he looked at you the other night, staring you down with those bedroom eyes all while making promises to give Laddie a sibling the natural way. The memory itself was starting to get you excited. Surely Dwayne could sense that~

His eyes darkened as he looked you up and down. You felt his hand move down to the back of your pants while he pulled you in closer. It was getting more difficult to think straight.

“Oooh baby, it’s not the only reason…..but god, do I want to fucking knock you up~”

Now you really were making some noise. You whimpered, shuttering at how deep and husky his voice was while saying such depraved things. Without even thinking, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, fingers entwining through his silky, black hair. A low growl came from his throat as he held you tight, grinding against you.

He was already so fucking hard~

“I think about it so much, baby~” he groaned. “Spreading your legs and fucking you all night without a condom so I can pump all my hot cum inside you. I wanna fill you until you’re dripping with it~”

He let go of you for just a moment so he could wrap his arms around your lower body and hoist you upward. Your legs wrapped around him as a reflex. God, he handled you like a rag doll and you loved it. All you could do was moan like a whore while he leaned down and ran his tongue up your neck. If your aching, wet pussy wasn’t taunting his senses already, then your rapid heartbeat surely would.

“Dwayne~” you sighed, shaking from his mouth on your skin.

“Yeah, say my name, sweet girl. It’s the name of the father of your future children, after all~” he teased. Still carrying you, he moved from the center of the lobby to the wall outside your bedroom. Instead of taking you inside, he opted just to push you against the rocky wall instead. If he had it his way, he’d probably try to fuck you against every surface in this whole goddamn cave~

“Wanna breed you, angel. Stuff you with my seed and watch your belly grow with a baby. MY baby~” he growled. His nails had shifted into his vampire claws, tearing open your clothing and letting it scatter in pieces to the ground. God, you really didn’t care, though. All you cared about was fulfilling this fantasy.

“Fuck, Dwayne. I want to give you a baby so bad~” you whimpered, surprising even yourself with the words that came out. Maybe you had wanted this more than you initially realized~

He pressed kiss after kiss after kiss against your lips, holding your body up with just one hand now so he could properly unzip his jeans. You moaned when you felt his hard cock press into your thigh. Apparently, he hadn’t worn any underwear under his pants today. He was that needy for you.

“Let’s make a baby tonight, sweet girl. I’ll fuck you all night long if I have to. Hell, I’d be willing to fuck you in the daytime if it means getting you pregnant~” he said, jerking his cock rapidly and spreading the pre-cum along the length. You felt your entire body shake as he lined up the tip to your cunt. He was going to fuck you raw, and you were already dripping wet before he even started~

He squeezed your hips tightly as he pushed himself inside. You could feel everything now and so could he. The two of you made such lustful noises as you both adjusted to the sensation. He was so warm and thick inside you and you were so hot and wet around him. Your bodies paired so beautifully together. You gazed into his eyes, silently begging for everything you’ve ever wanted. Both an unforgettable night of passion and the possibility of a family to cherish until the end of time.

“Hang on tight to me, baby. I’m not feeling particularly gentle tonight~” he said with a breathy laugh. You did just that, tightening your arms and legs around his muscular body and bracing yourself as he started moving. Sure enough, he started pumping into you at a pace that rapidly moved from slow to frantic. You wanted it that way, though. You wanted Dwayne to fuck you like an animal in heat tonight~

“Oh! OOH God, Dwayne~!!” you moaned, head thrown back in ecstasy as he fucked you against the wall. You tugged your fingers through his hair with one hand and moved your other one downward to scratch down his back, knowing how much he loved it when you did that. If he was going to mark you as his, then you could do the same to him.

“That’s it, girl! FUCK, you’re so fucking perfect. Wanna…mmf…put as many babies as possible…shit….inside you~” he growled. He pressed a hand against the wall next to you to further support you. Part of it cracked under the sheer force of his powers. God, he was so fucking wild~

“Wanna make ya such a pretty little mama….ooh god…gonna make me a daddy, sweet girl? Gonna tell everyone ya know how you let me knock you up? Heh…I bet our baby will be so cute…mmm…want them to look just like you~”

Jesus Christ, even in his most lustful, hungry moments, Dwayne was NEVER this talkative. He was the embodiment of the “strong, silent type”, but whenever he did speak up more, it was absolute heaven. You loved that deep, dark voice in your ear, tantalizing you with so many depraved wishes. If this was what he was like trying to conceive a baby with you, then you would never wear protection ever again~

“N-No…I want them to….ooooh…look like you, Dwayne~” you cried out. “I want our b-baby to…mmhh!...have y-your beautiful eyes…and your…fuck…d-dark hair…~”

Dwayne chuckled under his breath, giving your hips and ass a playful squeeze. Even in a state of absolute wildness, you could tell how genuinely happy he was hearing you say all of these things to him. It was like he had wanted to hear this for so long now. It made your heart melt.

“You’re so kind, baby girl…mmm…wanting to give a monster like me a baby~” he moaned, lips pressed against your ear as he whispered such sweet nothings as he kept slamming his cock inside you. "I’m gonna spoil you fuckin’ rotten when you’re pregnant….grrrrr….I’ll massage you if you’re sore….carry you if you don’t wanna walk…rub that perfect belly when it’s nice and round~”

As much as you wanted to keep returning the ideas of what your pregnancy would be like, your brain was simply losing its ability to function. All you could do was mindlessly moan and cry and scream Dwayne’s name, letting all the noises echo through the cave.

“Ooooh fuck, FUCK, D-Dwayne~!!” you whined helplessly, feeling the power of your orgasm building faster and faster by the second. If he kept this up you were going to cum on his cock so goddamn soon.

“And if anyone tries to touch you or your belly….grrr…or our baby when they’re born…I’ll fucking kill them. Even if it’s on the boardwalk in front of a crowd….mmff….I’ll rip them apart. Nobody hurts my family~”

That’s what did it for you. The scary, possessive, bloodthirsty side of your lover was what finally made you cum. It was so wrong, but god, you loved how protective he was being. All you could do was throw your head back, grip him tight and shake in his grasp as you came hard and fast~

“Fuuuck!! DWAYNE~!” you screamed out, scratching him and holding him all while cumming. Your body convulsed as the pleasure kept coming over you. It was all so much and the only thing you could get your brain to think about was how much you loved this man.

“Yes! Holy shit, YES! Get ready, baby. Gonna…fucking…fill you~!!”

And my god, did he keep his word. You only cried out louder as so much of his hot, gooey cum filled the deepest parts inside you. It was all such a new, yet very delicious feeling and your body welcomed it so easily. You could have cum all over again from how good it felt having him inside you like this.

You had no idea how long the moment after you both finished lasted. Time seemed to completely stop, leaving just you two together. He pulled away from your neck to properly look you in the eyes, his once devious expression now lovesick and gentle. You moved your hands to cup each side of his face. Everything was going to be so different for you now.

“I…Dwayne, I love you…so much…” you whispered, voice soft from how breathless you were. He smiled at you, kissing your cheek and nuzzling the skin.

“I love you too….that’s why I’m gonna fuck you again, baby girl~”

A few months had gone by. Things at the boardwalk were a lot quieter this time of year. No tourists or vacationers to crowd the area and be a bunch of nuisances for the locals. Even if the Lost Boys thought it was a bit more boring, you appreciated things for how they were right now.

Once again, you were out on a date with Dwayne, only this time it was just you two. He held you closer to him, a strong arm around you and his leather jacket draped over your shoulders (this was one of the rare occasions he had a shirt on, after all). You nuzzled against him, completely dumb with the love you had for him.

You knew he felt the same way about you because all the while you walked, his hand hadn’t moved from your belly.

Whether it was that first night or the several nights afterward, the two of you had made the baby you wanted so badly. It was all a rush, preparing for the actual arrival and having to explain the whole predicament to Max. He was not happy with Dwayne, but he was willing to do what he could to make sure you and your baby were safe and well-cared for during your pregnancy.

The boys were all so thrilled, ready to be the fun uncles for your little one when they were born. Laddie often talked to your belly, hoping his “brother” or “sister” could hear him. It was the sweetest thing you’d ever seen, and you couldn’t wait for the two of them to meet.

Dwayne was the biggest help of them all, so doting and patient as he took good care of you. True to his word, anyone who thought it was appropriate to touch your stomach without permission wound up dead on the beach the next day. You shed no tears for them, as it ended up helping feed you and your half-vampire baby with the blood cravings you had. Dwayne was truly a man who provided for his family.

You were so caught up in the loving moment with him that you almost missed a familiar face on the boardwalk.

“Hey, it’s you!”

You and Dwayne turned your attention to the sound of the voice. You instantly perked up, recognizing her as the woman you helped all those months ago. She had her baby with her again, now grown and ready for toddlerhood. You hadn’t even had your baby yet and already you were fretting them growing up that fast.

“Hi! Good to see you again!” you responded politely. Dwayne still held his arm around you but trusted your positive reaction enough to back off with his protectiveness.

“Well, look at you! Got a little one of your own on the way! Congratulations!” she said cheerfully. You smiled warmly in return, rubbing a hand over your stomach.

“Thank you so much. I just started my third trimester! I’m so excited for the baby to come,” you gushed, glowing from both the joy and your pregnancy. The woman was very happy for you two.

“Well, I wish you and baby well. And you, dad! Take good care of them!” she playfully said to Dwayne.

“Yes, ma’am, I definitely will,” he promised, pulling you in close to kiss your forehead.

Both of you said your goodbyes to the kind woman and her little one before making your way down the boardwalk again. You were so unbelievably happy, and you knew Dwayne felt the same way. After she had disappeared down the other end of the boardwalk, he turned his attention to you. You nearly gulped as you watched his sweet expression turn a bit more devious in a matter of seconds.

“When our little one gets to the age of her kid, then I think it’ll be time for me to give you another one~”

God, you were the happiest mother-to-be on Earth~

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sequinsmile-x · 7 months

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Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Fifty One

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends,

As always, thank you so much for your love on this fic! Now we are past chapter 50 it felt like time for another new banner, so I hope you like it!

Also, this chapter of SGW makes my overall word count on AO3 tip over into 1.7 million....which is absurd. That means I am now about 35k words away from having written more words for Hotchniss than there are words in the entire Game of Thrones 'A Song of Fire and Ice' series!! Again...absurd haha

Whilst this chapter, and the next couple in this story, are quite domestic and fluffy....we do have some more drama and hurt/comfort to come.

Please do let me know what you think <3

-x-

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A full list of warnings for the fic can be found on the Series Master List and will be updated as we go along.

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Emily blows out a steady breath as she lifts Lily out of her car seat and holds her against her chest.

“You ready?”

She turns to look at Aaron, the understanding smile on his face going some way to make her feel slightly less ridiculous, but not entirely curing the mix of anxiety and guilt swirling in her gut.

It was her first day back at work. The past few months had flown by. The days had been long, sometimes drawn out with very little sleep and a type of exhaustion she hadn’t known existed, but now looking back on it she couldn’t believe her maternity leave was over. Surgery and a traumatic birth she knew she still hadn’t entirely processed felt like they had happened both a lifetime ago and just yesterday simultaneously.

Emily nods tightly, even though she feels anything but, and she watches as he grabs the diaper bag out of the back of her car and then closes the door for her. They’d driven in separately since he had to go straight to the jet once they dropped off Lily for her first day in daycare. Emily had heard something she refused to call panic rise up in her chest as she was making sure she’d packed enough milk for Lily when she heard Aaron’s phone ring. A call at that time in the morning only ever meant one thing - a case, and the thought of dropping their little girl off for the first time, by herself, made her more anxious than staring down a serial killer ever had.

She was sure she’d never loved her husband more than when she heard him say he’d meet the team on the jet, that he had something important to do first. It was one of the moments when she was strangely grateful that she was his second wife, his second chance. He had taken the lessons he’d learnt from the mistakes in his marriage to Haley and was doing what he could to make things right now.

Aaron wraps his arm around Emily, his hand on her shoulder as he guides her into the daycare centre. It was the best one in the state, something that made him feel infinitely better about leaving his little girl here, and mercifully close to work. He knew this was one of the occasions when he had to be the strong one. All of Emily’s nerves and doubts, things that she only let him see, were just beneath her skin, her whole body vibrating with them if he looked close enough. He could push his own feelings down so he could assure her that everything would be fine, that their daughter would spend her day with people trained to look after her.

He smiles as the daycare director approaches them. They’d met her, a kind woman called Jane Martin, once when they came to register Lily. There was an air of reassurance to her, something that seemed unflappable, but Aaron knew that would do nothing to help his wife through the next few minutes.

“Mr and Mrs Hotchner,” Jane says, her smile wide as she walks over, “It’s so lovely to see you,” she turns her attention to Lily, the baby still snuggled in her mother’s arms, “And hello Lily, you somehow got even prettier than the last time I saw you.”

In any other circumstances, Aaron is sure he’d laugh at how his wife holds Lily even tighter, an unnecessary defence mechanism towards the woman they were paying to look after her. He knows now isn’t the time and he clears his throat to cover it, passing the diaper bag over to Jane.

“She ate about 45 minutes ago,” he says, returning his hand to his wife’s lower back, his palm warm through her shirt, “And we’ve labelled the milk up as you instructed.”

Jane nods as she hangs the bag over her shoulder, “I’ll make sure it all gets put in the fridge,” she says, turning back to look at Emily, who was still holding Lily as if she was going to be snatched from her. Jane’s smile turns sympathetic, and Aaron is sure this is something she sees on a daily basis, “Well Lily,” she says, stepping closer, “I think Mommy and Daddy need to go to work.”

There’s a moment of silence, and Emily feels her throat go dry, her heartbeat loud in her head. It was ridiculous, a pull she didn’t understand, but all she wanted to do was run out the front door and take her baby with her. She knew she needed to do this, that her work was part of who she was, part that she had missed in the last few months, but right now, the part of her that wanted to keep her daughter with her at all times was threatening to win out.

“Sweetheart?”

Aaron’s voice and the way his touch on her back gets more insistence draws her back into the moment, and she clears her throat and nods. She tilts her head down to look at Lily, her heart seizing in her chest as her little girl smiles at her. She kisses her forehead and then her cheek, breathing her in like it wouldn’t be a matter of hours until she sees her again.

“Mommy loves you very much,” she says, her lips still pressed against her daughter’s soft cheek, “And I’ll be back to pick you up later, okay?” She kisses her again and pulls back, her lips shaking as she smiles, “I love you.”

Aaron smiles at the sight of them together, something he could never tire of, and his eyebrows start to furrow as he realises his wife is making absolutely no attempt to hand the baby over to either him or Jane. He clears his throat, getting his wife’s attention, “Em-”

“I think you’re going to have to take her from me,” she says, her voice cracking slightly, a sure sign she would lose control of her emotions the second they stepped out into the parking lot, “I…I can’t let go.”

He nods, briefly squeezing her hip to let her know he understood, and then he reaches for Lily, “Come here Lily-pad,” he says, noting the distinct lack of his wife’s chastisement that usually followed his use of the nickname she hates. He takes a moment to hold Lily close, to press a kiss to her cheek, his heart clenching in his chest as she giggles, one of his favourite sounds in the world, “Daddy loves you too, and I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

He smiles at Jane as he passes Lily to her, his fingers twitching to take her back as soon as she’s no longer in his embrace. Instead, he wraps his arm around his wife, holding her slightly tighter than he usually would in a public setting just in case she tried to bolt.

“You have our numbers if you need anything,” Emily says, her eyes fixed on her daughter as she speaks to Jane, “I’ll just be a few miles away, I can come any time.”

Jane nods patiently, once again obviously very used to this, to the difficulty parents had in letting go, and she smiles, “Of course Mrs Hotchner,” she shifts Lily so she’s facing them a little better, holding her tiny wrist up and helping her wave at her parents, “Say bye bye Lily.”

Emily and Aaron say goodbye simultaneously and she feels rooted to the spot until Aaron starts to turn her, his hand gentle but firm on her as he guides her back into the parking lot. As soon as the door is closed, as soon as they are alone, she wraps her arms around him tightly, sinking into the comfort he willingly gives her.

“She’ll be fine, baby,” he assures her, stamping a kiss to the side of her head as he runs a hand up and down her back, “We picked this place because it’s the best, remember?”

She nods against him and sniffs. She pulls back and wipes a stray tear from her cheek, shaking her head at herself as she does so, “I feel ridiculous for crying,” she says, an edge of frustration in her voice. She looks back into the building but she can’t see Lily anymore and she blows out a breath, “It’s stupid but I miss her already.”

“It isn’t ridiculous or stupid,” he assures her, wiping a tear from her cheek as he cups it to make her look at him, “I feel the same way. Do you want to know why?” He asks and she nods, drawing a small smile out of him, “It’s because we’re her parents.”

She chuckles humourlessly, “Does it get any easier?”

Even though she missed Jack whenever he wasn’t around, this felt different. It had always been a part of her relationship with the boy she loved as her own - saying hello and then see you soon, something she was used to. She’d never been separated from Lily for more than a couple of hours at most, and she’d missed her every second.

“No,” Aaron says, wiping another tear from her face, smiling when she frowns at him, “It doesn’t.”

She scoffs, “You couldn’t lie to me?”

He leans in and presses a kiss to her lips, “Never have, never will.”

She hums and leans into him, wrapping her arms around his middle as she rests her cheek against his jacket, any usual concerns about getting make up on his suit nowhere to be found.

“Tell me something good?”

He smiles and cups the back of her head, his fingers tangled in hair she still complained was too short, “In a few hours you’ll go pick her up and you’ll be able to tell her all about how amazing your first day at work was, and how her mommy is a superhero.”

She pulls back and smiles at him, biting on the inside of her cheek in an attempt to contain it, “You’re sweet,” she checks the time on her watch over his shoulder, “And you’re also late.”

He kisses her again, “You’re sure you’re okay?”

She nods, even though she’s not sure, and she kisses him before she pulls back, “I’ll be fine,” she says as she steps towards her car, “Be safe. I love you.”

“Love you too,” he replies, digging his keys out of his pocket, “Let me know how your first day goes.”

She winks at him and blows him a kiss as she gets into her car. She pulls the door closed behind her and spots the empty car seat in her rearview mirror. She closes her eyes and gives herself a moment, blowing out a slow steady breath as she tries to force herself from the mindset she’d been in for weeks into the one she’d had for years.

She opens her eyes and looks at the car seat’s reflection again before meeting her own eyes in the mirror. She was Emily Hotchner, wife and mother, and she had to remember how to be Emily Prentiss, FBI Special Agent all over again.

She just hoped the day would come when she’d be able to feel like both without feeling like she was failing at one of them.

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Emily is torn from sleep by a familiar sound, her daughter’s cries waking her up what felt like mere minutes after she’d finally drifted off. She struggled to sleep without Aaron next to her, the warmth of his body, the safety of his embrace, allowing her to relax and rest in ways she would have once thought impossible. She missed him when he was away on cases, the luxury they’d once had of always being together when she was still on the team something that was in the past.

Her first day back at work had been good. It felt strange to be part of a new team, to get to know people whose faces she’d seen before around the office but had never spoken to more than polite conversation in the kitchen or elevator. She felt out of sorts and out of practice, trying to balance proving her worth, something her language skills had done almost immediately like when she joined the BAU, and pumping milk in the bathroom before her breasts felt like they were going to explode.

The relief she’d felt at the end of the day when she’d picked Lily up was palpable. A tightness in her chest that had only loosened the second she saw her little girl, when she held her in her arms. Aaron had called at the time he knew they’d be getting home even though he was busy with work trying to pin down a spree killer in the midwest.

Emily groans as she sits up, blearily rubbing her eyes as she looks at the time, noting it had only been about 90 minutes since she’d last checked it. She smiles at Lily as she leans over the bassinet and picks her up, shushing the infant by instinct, her lips against her forehead as she settles back onto the bed with her daughter on her chest.

“Mommy’s got you, sweet girl,” she says, whispering even though it was only the two of them in the house, both of them now awake despite the unsociable hour, “What’s wrong, huh?” Lily continues to cry, one of her tiny fists in her mouth as she turns her head towards Emily’s chest. Emily chuckles softly as she adjusts her hold on the baby, unbuttoning her pyjama shirt so she can start to feed her daughter, “Daddy always says you’re like me,” she says, shifting Lily so latches on, the sensation, although still painful at times, was something Emily was used to now, the strangeness that had once existed with it long gone, “But he’s always hungry just like you,” she says, stroking Lily’s cheek, “And you both have a thing for my breasts.”

She leans back against the headrest and lets out a yawn, her eyes fixed on her daughter as she eats. When it was just the two of them like this she couldn’t help but wonder about what it was like when she was as young as Lily. If her mother had woken up in the night with her, or if the nannies Emily remembered from her earliest memories had always been around. There were so many gaps in her knowledge of when she was a baby, questions she’d never been able to ask her mother, their relationship not one that allowed for queries about whether she’d been breastfed or not, whether she’d been fussy or slept through the night. It was hard to imagine either of her parents getting up with her, impossible to picture them exhausted as the baby who turned out to be their only child kept them up all night.

She couldn’t picture them looking at her the way she looked at Lily, awe and love and adoration seeping out of every pore no matter the time of day or night.

She knew her parents loved her, that there must have been joy somewhere along the line. Excitement when they realised they were having a baby, relief when she was born safely despite her slightly early arrival, but that knowledge made everything worse. They’d both chosen something else over her, whether it be a new life completely or alcohol, and she couldn’t imagine ever doing that with Lily or Jack, or any other children that she may have. They would always be her priority, and she would spend her whole life making sure they knew that.

Emily sighs as she feels the guilt from that morning return, the burning feeling in her chest she was sure she would get used to. A phantom sensation she’d only ever realise was there when she paid attention to it.

“Mommy loves you so much,” she says, smiling at the sight of an increasingly sleepy Lily, the baby milk drunk as she pulls away from her mother’s chest, seemingly full for now. Emily lifts her so she's against her shoulder, gently patting her back as she kisses her temple, “I hope you never doubt that for a second.”

She smiles as her response is a burp, and she kisses Lily’s temple again before she sits up, placing her back in her bassinet. Emily yawns as she re-buttons her pyjama shirt unevenly, not caring enough to start again, and she lays back down. Her phone vibrates and she picks it up, squinting at the bright light as she reads a text from her husband on the screen.

Hope you are asleep. We got the unsub, I should be home with you by morning. Love you.

She smiles as she types out a quick response, locking her phone and placing it down on the nightstand before she snuggles back into the covers, breathing in the scent of her and her husband on their sheets.

Love you too. If you wake our daughter up when you open the front door we’re never having sex again.

-x-

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power-rings · 4 months

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Tom and Maddie's Announcement: Baby Wachowski

For the next several weeks, and month to follow were filled with appointments with Maddie's prenatal care practitioner to keep her updated on the baby's growth, and on Maddie's health as well. It was starting to become scary, as it would be for any expectant mother. Once they started seeing scans of the baby forming in her womb, the couple was given an option about whether they wanted to know the gender of the baby. Unlike the popular trend of gender reveals, the couple decided to just simply tell everyone that the baby was in fact a girl.

Maddie was growing exhausted, and started to waddle everywhere she went. Maddie was determined to work until baby Wachowski was close to her appearance, but her body refused to let her. After a scare working at the vet's office, her job was interrupted with false labor pains. After a visit her doctor, she was told to take an early maternity leave. For the next 2 months, Maddie was stuck at home. She was determined to work on the nursery. She was already gifted a crib, a bassinet, rocking chair, and some various hand-me-down's that her family held onto since she was a baby herself.

Her sister Rachel was in charge of the upcoming baby shower, that was a huge surprise for Maddie and Tom. Family came far to celebrate the new addiction to the family. Friends, coworkers, and yes even Crazy Carl came. Rachel did a great job picking a theme for the shower, with the help of Jojo of course.

Upon entry to the shower, there was a table spread with diapers and pens available- encouraging the guests to write something funny or a a sweet memory for the couple. In the corner, there was a bench with pink, and white balloons hanging above with a "oh, baby" balloon in the middle of the arch. In another room, gifts were being piled on another table.

Food was laid out on three or four tables, most of them were finger foods, ranging from some meat, cheese cubes, crackers, grapes, and plenty of sweet treats at the end of the table. This was were Sonic was sneaking a bite or two of different items that interested the short hedgehog. Until Tom shooed him away, asking him to help Jojo with some things in another room. They had a few more things to finish up before Maddie would be showing up. With Jojo, Tails was helping her hang up some items, while Knuckles struggled with to tie up some treat bags for the guests. Jojo was setting up the dining room, placing down reservation cards, napkins, and utensils. She asked Sonic to help her pass out some pamphlets that was supposedly a Baby shower emoji game.

Maddie soon arrived, and greeted with warm hugs. Excitement started to fill the room as guests started lining up behind the Wachowski's. Sonic grabbed a handful of pigs-in-a-blanket, and piled on the sweets and chips. Tom ended up taking a good portions of desserts off of Sonic's plate, knowing too well that Sonic would be up all night with that amount of sugar. All of them gathered in the dining area, several guests talked with the couple, and congratulated them. After everyone cleaned their plates, Rachel made some announcements, gave an emotional speech before some of the games started. It wasn't a lengthy duration of games, so everyone was encouraged to mingle, and then return to the lobby area where the couple would be opening gifts. Some of the guests did end up departing early because of other events, and their own children were getting into trouble, or needed to sleep some of that sugar off.

Tom, and Maddie soon sat at the bench as Jojo helped hand out the presents. Eventually, Tails helped too so Jojo could document which guest brought what so they could send them thank-you cards, while Sonic occasionally would peak and wonder why a baby needed so many wipes! How boring!

Not only were there a lot of wipes gifted, but plenty of diapers as well. Among the gifts, they received a car seat, a stroller, some toys, and lots and lots of clothes. The couple were so grateful to everyone. Soon enough, all the gifts were opened, and everyone begun to help clean up. Knuckles and Wade helped load up the vehicle, while others gathered to get some snapshots together with Maddie, Tom, and Sonic as well.

That night...

Baby Wachowski couldn't wait any longer. At about a week before Maddie reached 38 weeks pregnant, she was being rushed to the hospital by Wade - with her husband in the back seat of the cop car, comforting her, as contractions got more intense. Maddie was wondering why on earth Tom asked Wade to take them... he was known for not handling emergencies well, but at least they got to the right hospital and safely. It didn't take long for the couple to be took to a room. The baby was coming and very quickly. By 5AM that morning, she was welcomed into the world. Weighing in at a healthy 6 pounds. Tom and Maddie embraced, as Maddie held her newborn daughter to her chest, tears of joy falling down her cheeks. She never knew that she could love something this much until she arrived.

After a much needed rest for the couple, the nurses kept a check on the newborn's vitals, and when Maddie woke up once more they checked her over. They were doing so well. The doctor even said that they mom and the baby could be discharged that evening. Tom and Maddie could not wait to bring her home to meet her bigger brother.

When they arrived, Sonic was pacing the floor, the family's golden retriever also anxiously waited at the door for the couple. Tom came in first so Ozzy wouldn't jump on Maddie, Sonic came rushing over shortly after. He was mad that they didn't wake him up. But, Tom knew better to take Sonic to the hospital in such a situation. Maddie stepped inside with her bundle of joy, she kneeled down to Ozzy's level so they could meet, and then encouraged Sonic join them on the couch so he could meet the new addition to the family.

"Sonic, meet your baby sister... Eliana." Carefully, Maddie helped Sonic hold her properly.

The weeks to follow, Maddie and Tom would discover on the baby camera that Sonic kept watch over Eliana occasionally throughout the nights. Maddie knew for sure he was gonna be the best brother to Eliana. She was concerned because of his immature tendencies- but she had to remind herself that he was still a kid, but he took big brother role so well. Why should she doubt? When he was so good with Tails, who also looked at Sonic like a brother. Boy, what a interesting family Eliana will be growing up in. But, Tom and Maddie wouldn't trade it for the world.

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Sorry it was short, but this won't be as huge as my other fanfictions. Just a sweet little story. I may or may not write more. We shall see!

But, I think after Eliana arrives Sonic is gonna mature a lot more, and boy that hedgehog is gonna be super protective over her which Maddie and Tom are already seeing.

Oh, and of course Eliana's first word will be "Sonic".

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headoverheelsforramsey · 11 months

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Based on my real life experience today - I have an ask.

Ethan accidentally because he'd never be this much of a dick says "He needs to babysit" their kids and your MC overhears this.

How does your MC react?

Okay. First of all Ethan would never actually say something like this but I am giving into imagination for a moment.

So if you know about my Future Careers HC, Meera had to fight pretty hard for the director of the trauma centre title, while being pregnant. She actually never got to enjoy it because soon after she went for maternity leave, leaving Naveen to handle it while she was gone. Now coming back into work she was not only nervous about working again but also doubly nervous since it was a new job all over again. At this she suffered with low self esteem and worth issues because she felt like a failure as both a mother and a director.

Finally to take her mind off things, her girls arranged for a girl's night of trashy reality shows, drinks and all the gossips she had missed while being on leave. Ethan was supposed to watch Ishaan, and Meera heard him talk about babysitting his own kid while speaking with a board member. Ethan didn't know she was around, but he was in for a storm when he picked up Ishaan from daycare and decided to say goodbye to Meera before heading home.

"Okay we are all set," Ethan walked through the automatic doors of his wife's new office, carrying his son and the diaper bag.

Meera looked up from her laptop a stone cold expression in her eyes. Without uttering a single word she focused back on her work.

Ethan was confused. The Meera he knew would have come running to hug both him and Ishaan shouted a million instructions and finally give each of them a goodnight kiss before saying bye.

"Rookie, are you okay?" Ethan took a seat across from her looking genuinely confused. "Did anyone say anything?" Ethan knew about how harsh Edenbrook had been since Meera returned to work, and how often it affected his wife's mood.

"Can I have your phone for a minute Ethan?" Meera said, her voice even colder than her glare.

Without any hesitation Ethan placed his phone on her table. He watched as his wife fidgeted with it for just a couple minutes, before handing it back to him.

"I just deleted all the numbers of our babysitters."

Ethan tried saying something but he was so lost he couldn't figure out what would be the best response.

"Since we have you as a babysitter, I figured we wouldn't need another one, given we live together and the baby literally has your DNA," Meera's voice reaching a higher decibel.

It then dawned on Ethan. It had been so trivial he had actually forgotten he had said something like that. Now that he is sitting face to face with the woman who had nurtured and raised his baby for nine months and had undergone hours of labour and pain to bring a new life into the world all he could feel was shame and remorse.

"Meera I---"

"Save it Ethan," Meera didn't need to know what he was about to say. She got up from her desk, packed up her things and took over Ishaan from Ethan. "And yes, please do name your price," her voice cracked tears threatening to break free, "because trust me Ethan I can afford it."

With that Dr. Meera Bose Ramsey walked out of her office, cradling her son, tears streaming her face, and all the ever so bright and genius Ethan Ramsey could do was stare at her retreating figure, hanging his head in shame.

This turned out into a little drabble that I didn't plan on lol. I'm putting my taglist since it has been ages since I posted.

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A Christmas Elf

Book: Open Heart (Beyond) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Genevieve McClure), feat. Elizabeth “Lizzie” Ramsey Word Count: 1295 Rating: G Category: fluff, domestic bliss (family dynamics) Trope(s): and they were in the office

Summary: Gen surprises Ethan at the hospital with lunch... and their 4 month old daughter dressed as an elf!

Warnings: none

A/N: who’s ready for some holiday fluff, baby?! Featuring everyone’s favorite tiny human, Lizzie. Hopefully this is the first of a few holiday fics but we’ll see how the inspiration goes.

Submission for @choicesficwriterscreations holiday event

She checks the diaper bag one last time, mentally cataloging every item inside. It’s the first time Genevieve has taken her and Ethan’s now four month old daughter out by herself. Which seems crazy, but with Ethan having been on paternity leave until last week, every time they took Elizabeth out it was together.

Now she herself had one month left on her maternity leave and it was time to get used to taking their sweet Lizzie out without the assistance of her husband. And since he had left them the car that morning, it seemed like the perfect opportunity.

“Okay, munchkin, you ready?” Genevieve turns to look at Lizzie, sitting happily and quietly in her car seat. “We’re gonna go surprise Daddy, because he sounded very sad on the phone.”

They say that nothing compares to watching the love of your life, your husband, become a father – that it makes you fall even more in love – and Gen has come to find that statement true. Ethan had been so scared at first, nervous that he’d screw it up, but since the moment they found out Gen was pregnant he’d been nothing but a doting father. He loved every second of this life he once believed wasn’t in the cards for him. He changed diapers, helped with the midnight feedings, laid on the floor with Lizzie during tummy time, read her books and sang her songs, all with a smile on his face.

Ethan had become a whole new person since Lizzie came into their lives and it had Gen falling more in love everyday.

Even seeing how sad he was to go back to work – the job he so adored – melted her heart. He was afraid to miss even a second of Lizzie’s life, wanted updates and photos throughout the day.

Just an hour ago he’d facetimed them between mountains of paperwork, eager to catch a glimpse at his two favorite blondes, and sounding so despondent to not be home with them. Which lead Genevieve to make the decision to take Lizzie out and see her dad.

She slings the bag over her shoulder, then picks up the car seat, smiling at how cute their daughter looks in her Christmas themed outfit.

It was a gift from Ethan’s assistant, Barbara, and the perfect thing to lift his spirits.

Along with the lunch she’d prepared for them.

“Alright, lets go see Daddy.”

In no time at all, the two blonde Ramsey’s make it to the hospital. Genevieve parks the car in Ethan’s designated Chief of Medicine spot right out front, and quickly gets herself and Lizzie into the building. They’re bombarded almost immediately by her colleagues, all eager to catch the newest edition to the Edenbrook family.

“Oh, look at her!” Harper rushes over to the stroller, titling her head to look down at the baby. “She’s gotten so big.”

“I know. It’s crazy.”

“So cute in her little Christmas outfit, all ready to see Santa.”

“More like, ready to go have lunch with Dad.”

Harper looks up at her then, a smile on her face. “Good, he’s been sulking around here all day. It’s actually quite adorable.”

“He’s afraid he’s going to miss something exciting,” Genevieve shifts her gaze down to her daughter, voice changing its tune to something overly sweet and cheerful. “But all our little lizard does is cry and sleep and eat and make mommy change her diaper a thousand times a day.”

“And smile.” Harper beams down at Lizzie, cooing at her. Her fingers tickling Lizzie’s tummy. “She’s got her mama’s smile.”

“That’s what my husband says.”

“Well, I’ll let you go. It was great to see you.”

“You, too.” Gen gives Harper a hug, then quickly makes her way to the elevator. Avoiding as many people as possible.

They get inside the lift with only one more interruption from a nurse and she presses the bottom for the top floor. A sigh of relief escaping when the elevator dings and they’ve evaded the hoard of nurses and doctors.

The only people on this floor were administration, Ethan included.

Gen and Lizzie make it down the hall, and to Chief’s office. Smiling brightly at his assistant, sitting at her own desk just outside the doors.

“Hi, Barbara.”

“Oh, hello!” The older woman rises from her chair, quickly coming round to look in the stroller. “She’s in her little elf outfit!”

“Yeah, I thought we’d cheer our Chief up with a little Christmas elf time.”

“Those bright blue eyes and round cheeks would cheer anyone up.”

“Is he in?”

“Yes. Just came back from speaking with Mr. Bloom.”

“Oh, no.” Gen laughs, knowing just how grumpy Ethan gets after speaking with Leland. “Well, here’s hoping we put him in a better mood.”

“I’ll hold all his calls until you two leave.”

“Thank you.” With that, Gen pushes the stroller to the door to Ethan’s office, opening it without bothering to knock.

She’s always had an open invitation, anyway.

“Not now. I don’t have time.” Ethan barks, glasses perched low on nose and his eyes focused on the files scattered around the mahogany desk.

“Not even for us?” Gen closes the door, smiling at how fast his head whips up. Eyes wide in shock. Though he smiles, happy to see his wife and child.

“What are you doing here?”

“We came to surprise you with lunch.” She drops the diaper bag onto the coffee table in his office, “I made sandwiches for us and a bottle for Lizzie. You sounded sad on the phone, and I thought we could cheer you up a bit.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” Ethan rises from his desk, tossing his glasses down and walking to the stroller.

Without hesitation, he takes their daughter out, his smile growing as he settles her in his arms.

Nothing will ever beat the sight of seeing Ethan holding their daughter. They way he instantly relaxes and his hard exterior softens.

“Hi, sweetpea.” He utters softly, rocking their daughter slightly.

The rest of the world always seems to fall away for him when Lizzie is in his arms. The stress and anxiety of being Chief of Medicine, the everyday pressures of adult life – none of it fazes him when he’s holding their little girl.

Just like when it was just the two of them, and they’d hide away from the world in their apartment, snuggled together under mountains of blankets.

The family they created together was his sanctuary.

Hers, too.

“Does your wife get a hello, too.” Gen giggles, stepping closer to her husband. One hand resting on Lizzie’s head and one on Ethan’s bicep.

“Always.” Ethan leans down, kissing Genevieve sweetly. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi.” Unable to resist, she kisses him one more time, lingering for just a moment. “Did you see her outfit?”

“She’s a Christmas elf?” He takes in Lizzie’s aforementioned outfit. The little stripped onesie and tulle skirt, with a matching stripped hat with elf ears and a pompom on top.

“Yes. Come to give her daddy some holiday joy.”

“Hm,” He looks at Gen then back down at Lizzie, soft smile still on his face. “I don’t know about holiday joy, but this little surprise lunch definitely raised my spirits, Rookie.”

“Good. God, she’s so cute, it’s ridiculous.”

“Like her mom.”

“Smooth, Ramsey.” She kisses his cheek, then guides them to the sofa.

They sit beside each other, all eyes focused on the little bundle of green and red still nestled happily in her dad’s arms.

After the months of trying and feeling discouraged, to the months of waiting for their little girl to arrive, it was moments like this that Genevieve wanted to remember most. The picture perfect instances of them as the family she had always envisioned.

A/N: Happy Holidays, fam jam.

Hopefully we can write some more things. Like the mini series and maybe other holiday fics. I’ve just been having major writers block. Like I don’t even really love this what it is what it is. I mean I like it but I feel like it’s not my best.

Whatevs. We gonna keep going, write the things

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#ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #open heart #open heart fanfiction #ethan x gen #cfwc holidays 2022

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