#YES i started buddy daddies i don't want to hear it

[travelling-on-the-octopath]

media with arguably queerplatonic relationships is hands-down my favourite thing because depending on my mood i can be like "no they're not romantic in the typical sense but they're the most important people to each other" or i can be like "these two are so fucking in love it makes me sick." and i hate that that media is so often labelled as queerbaiting, because it's not.

i will say though that i love relationships that are romantic in the strictest sense of the word, in that it's big feelings and deep devotion that cannot be contained and must in big and small ways be expressed constantly.

#YES i started buddy daddies i don't want to hear it #leave me be #this is also inspired by recent var posting so -- thank you var #romance is not the be all end all of relationships and i am sick of pretending it is! #i love my best friend with my whole being. i write her handwritten notes and give her charms i know mean a lot. #still wouldn't kiss her or marry her. #relationships are as unique as the people they connect and that is the end of the story #s rambles

[writingoddess1125]

Simon with his Triplets

Simon and how he is with each of his triplets.

Hazel

• His fighter and his attitude, Wrapped up in the beautiful bundle that was his Hazel.

• Hazel was the most like him in terms of his fighting spirat, While he had simmered down greatly over the years he saw it everyday in his daughter.

• She carried herself with a sense of pride and strength that he couldn't be more proud of.

• Hazel was the defender of the triplets, being the one to fight if anyone dared pick on her other siblings

• Simon had to pick her up from school far too many times for fighting-

• Simon did had to teach her how to control herself, Having to show her different ways to channel her temper- And the best way he found was Boxing

• Simon still kept in shape, not wanting to get weak as time did him in- So he kept up some heavy workouts. So he had the two of them go to the Boxing gym together

• There she blew off steam and trained with him. Well into her late teens she did this picking up MMA as well on her own.

• "Dad I want to go into the military-" She said, firmly as she lowered her arms from the boxing bag. Her fist still in the skull hand gloves he bought her for her 18th birthday. Simon freezing mid set and looked at her-

• "No-" He said simply, before going back to the bag.

• Hazel glared at him but didn't say anything else but went back to the bag herself. Simon assuming the conversation was over.

• He was going through the mail and sees a Royal Marine letter, assuming it's his he opens it and sees its an acceptance letter for Hazel and her date to start basic.

• Was he proud? Of Course

• Was he also angry that she had hidden this from him, went behind his back and disobeyed him? ABSOLUT-FUCKING-ELY

• Him and Hazel have the argument of the centry- But he was able to calm down enough to hear her out and makes her promise that she won't do anything dangerous as a job- She agrees..

• Then immediately goes in for Special Forces Operations like he did and Simon damn near has a stroke and is ready to drag his daughter by home when he learns of this.

Rose

• Rose- His little princess. His sunshine and rainbows child.

• She is the dreamer of the trio, Always imagining new things.

• She is also the artist- Has Simon cleaned enough crayon, paint, pencil from the floors and walls to last a lifetime? Yes- Has he bought thousands of dollars worth of supplies and made his credit card cry.. Absolutely

• But Simon loves every painting, statue and drawing imaginable. Keeping them in his office- Even if he doesn't understand artsy things he will smile and thank Rose

• Rose is also his hiking buddy- The two taking a weekends to explore new hiking trails together. Which he uses to rip his daughter away from the grips of the crows of boys that seemed to drool over his precious girl.

• Due to her naturally bubbly and sweet nature she gets a lot more attention from boys then Simon would like-

• "I don't like the boys that try after you, You know what they want-" He said in a warning tone, already irritated at the idea of them sniffing around his little girl.

• "W-Well...Daddy what would you say if I didn't like the boys either-?" She said softly, almost at a whisper- The irritation Simon felt damn near flying out his body.

• Simon looks at her quietly, trying to gauge her reaction only to see she was doing the same-

• "So- You don't like boys? What about girls?" He asked softly, unsure of any other way or working it. Her cheeks turning a flushed pink at this-

• "I see-" He said calmly, Patting Rose's shoulder as they made it over the steep hill of the hiking trail. The two looking over the beautiful scenery before them

• "Same rules, We have to meet her and her parents and No closed doors" He said simply and with a hint of a smile on his face. Rose smiling as well and nodding-

• Simon is secretly overjoyed to learn his daughter likes girls, he finds it mentally easier. Meets his daughter's girlfriend and will take her along with him hiking.

• She ends up as a Art Teacher, While he didn't understand he absolutely supported it happy she had found her calling.

Johnny

• Johnny is his Mini-Me and his lad.

• Seeing as your genes didn't even fucking try with Johnny it was just like you copy and pasted Simon. Blonde hair, light eyes and only a shade or two darker then his father. Other then that he got nothing from you-

• He adores his Son and feels proud of him everyday he lived and breathes.

• Johnny still refuses to speak, remaining mute but Simon is fairly certain it's by choice which he respects.

• Simon and him sitting next to each other as you argue with Hazel about something stupid, Johnny discreetly reaching up and taking off his hearing-aids to not hear anymore.

• Simon has to suppress a laugh-

• Johnny often goes hunting with Simon, especially since he's the most into the outdoors besides Rose.

• Is oddly a perfect hunter- Has very quiet steps and is smart with a gun.

• Him and Johnny are sitting in some trees waiting for the elk to go by, Johnny staring out into space a bit as he holds his rifle and thinks.

• Simon seeing this grabs a piece of bark and tosses it at him to get his sons attention. 'Whats wrong?' Simon signs, Johnny sighing lightly.

• 'I guess, just thinking-' Johnny signed. Simon nodding his head for the teen to continue.

• 'Do you wish I wasn't deaf? I could have been military like you, I couldn't have done a lot of things. Like speak.. Does it bother you?'

• Simon felt surprised by this- Shaking his head quickly. 'No-'

• 'No- I do not care about if you are deaf or dont speaak, it doesnt matter to me. You are my Son- I'd have never let you go into the military either way, I don't want any of you to experience what I have. I want you to live good lives, and long ones not just for me and your mother. But for your name sake. So no, it doesnt bother me' Simon signed, feeling the burn in his chest at remembering his fallen comrade and his sons namesake.

• Johnny sat there, his hands twitching as he tried to think what to say but couldn't. Instead just smiling softly with a nod, turning back to see some elk coming into the clearing.

• The two hunted in peace that night not a word spoken between the two of them.

• "Why the long hair?" Simon ask, noticing the lack of haircut from his boy in the last few months. Johnny shrugs and signs 'Growing it out, Going to see if I like it'

• Never cuts it again- Much to Simon's annoyance

• When Johnny goes to University for Aero Space Engineering he almost cries- while he understands absolutely nothing his boy is saying to him when talking about his homework

#x reader #cod ghost #cod x reader #cod mwii #ghost cod #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #dad ghost #dad!ghost #dad!cod #call of duty imagine #call of duty thoughts #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw3 #cod mw2 #call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost

[bigification]

Step Daddy

"You really need to get over your stepdad man." My friend tells me, concerned.

"Look, I'll try this one last thing and if it doesn't work then I'll give it up." I respond. "Did you bring the sunglasses?"

"Yes, but just remember he's like 25 years older than you. He's probably not going to be into you, even after this." He says as he hands me a pair of old pilot shades.

I told him I could let it go, but I can't. I'm just putting all my eggs into this basket, the sunglasses. Apparently they're supposed to transform someone who wears them mentally and physically to match my type. He already is my type, but I guess I wouldn't mind him bulking up a bit and growing some hair. It would be sexy if he got more charming, but he's already charming as it is. I guess there's only one way to find out.

I wait on the living room couch watching tv. He always gets home from work at the same time, so I know he'll be here any minute. I sit and stare at my reflection in the glasses. Am I really ready to change this man's life so drastically. My friend said no one else would take notice of the change, so it'll be like nothing happened. As I'm thinking over it, I hear the roar of his engine from the driveway. I try to calm down, but I can feel my body vibrate from the nerves. The door flies open.

"Hey buddy, hows it goin?" He asks me with his hot southern accent.

"Not bad. By the way, I found these sunglasses lying around, and assumed they were yours." I try to play it cool as I lie to his face.

"Oh, thanks. But these aren't mine." He responds.

"Well you might as well keep em, they don't fit me anyway." I try to convince him to take them without seeming too pushy.

"Well alright, thanks kid." He swipes the glasses and throws them on.

That was easier than I thought. As soon as he put them on, he stopped moving. His jaw slacked as if there was not a thought running through his mind. It started slow, his button up started to look a little bit tighter. His once flat chest started to push against his shirt and the shape of a belly started to show. Then it started to speed up. His chest started to pulse, growing in size with each one. They grew until the button on his collar popped off, then another button popped, then another and another. His juicy pecs flopped down after being released from his shirt. His stomach was next. His midsection widened and his stomach grew into a respectable beer belly, straining against his shirt. It wasn't long before more buttons began to pop, until his shirt was completely open. His arms also looked like they doubled in size, filling out his sleeves with thick muscles.

Next his legs start to look like they're gonna burst out of his dress pants. I can hear the rips ripple through his pants as his thighs grow inside of them. His ass fills out all the space in his pants and proceeds to rip open his fly and snap his belt in half. I can tell his underwear is barely staying in one piece as a large bulge formed in between his legs.

Finally his face begins to change. His once skinny face fills out with fat, giving him a rounder look. I can see that hair is falling out of his hat until he is left completely bald under there. Though in return his clean shaven face grows a bushy beard. But the hair doesn't stop there. It continues down his chest and to his belly, and presumably the rest of his body. He finally regains control of his body. He sighs as he stretched out his arms and cracks his knuckles before looking right at me.

"Come here, son." He says in a deep buttery voice.

A shock travels through my spine as I think he might know what I've done to him.

"What'd I say boy!" He raises his voice.

I jump a bit before I walk closer to him. I realize how imposing he is up close. He must have gotten taller because he seems well over six feet tall now, and at least 250 pounds.

"Daddy had a stressful day, why don't you help him release some tension." He says as he pushes me to my knees.

I blush, this is everything I wanted from this, it just happened so much faster than I thought.

"Don't be shy, boy. This will be our little secret." He says as he pulls his underwear down.

#male tf #masculine #fat tf #hairy #reality change #muscle tf #male transformation

[billthedrake]

SUGAR DADDY (PART TWO)

The next day I was a little bit of a wreck. Still coming down from the high of my fantasy time with Mike Keenan. Sucking his cock. Kissing him. Enjoying the privacy and the deep conversation. I thought of texting him but decided that wouldn't be welcome. It hadn't been a date, it had ust been something that had happened. A combination of Mike taking pity on me and wanting to get his rocks off. We both got something out of it, but it was surely a one-time thing.

I had class that next morning and baseball practice that afternoon, then weightlifting. It was early evening when I got done and saw I had a text from Mike.

"Hi Luke, sorry no contact, I had a long day here. Enjoyed last night. Any chance for a repeat some time?"

My heart pounded. Maybe I was the one overthinking things. Mr. Keenan just wanted his cock sucked again.

"I'd love that," I wrote.

"Nice," came the reply. "You around to talk?"

I said good night to my buddies and told them I had to get back to study for a test. Then I texted a "yes" to Mike. A second later my phone rang.

"Hey," I said. God, I was majorly crushed out on the guy.

"Hey Luke," he said. His voice was sexy as fuck. "What are you up to?"

"Just getting out of practice. Bout to grab some dinner."

"I haven't eaten either. Want to come over? We can get dinner in the hotel bar."

"I probably need to change," I said. I was still in my workout clothes.

"I bet you look sexy as fuck," he growled. It was a trip to hear him lust for another man. "But take your time."

"Yeah, I probably shouldn't go to some fancy bar in my gym clothes."

"They don't give a fuck," he said. "But do what you feel comfortable with."

"All right," I said. "I'll text you when I'm on my way."

"Take an Uber," he said. "I'll pay."

"OK." Then I hung up. I was going to object, but I was eager to see the man. And truth be told I was hungry, real hungry. Maybe that's what made me decided to head right over, underdressed as I was.

"OK, I'm getting in my Uber," I typed to him five minutes later.

He sent a smiley face reply.

The man was in his suit, without tie, on one of the bar stools and his eyes lit up as I walked in. He had a smirk as I set down my backpack and pulled out the adjacent stool to sit. "I was right," he said softly. "Sexy as fuck."

I blushed. "I didn't think you went for guys that way," I whispered.

His blue eyes twinkled some as he patted my back. "No labels, remember?"

I was getting hard in my shorts. Unfortunately the thin fabric wasn't going to hide my boner, but fortunately, it was hidden by the bar. And my hunger was going to win out.

"The steak here is great," the man said as he handed me a menu.

"I dunno," I said as I looked over the option. "A burger is fine." Of course I was concerned about the price.

Mr. K could read me, though. "Get the steak," he grunted.

I felt a little chastised and said something I instantly regretted. "Is that how the Sugar Daddy treatment works?"

Mike gave me a quick glance then replied without missing a beat. "Buddy, you don't eye me up like a cash machine like those girls do. You don't know how nice a change that is."

I blushed and I felt his hand pat my bare thigh.

"I like that I can be honest with you, Luke, for real." His bossy tone was gone, replaced with the old Mr. Keenan charm.

I gulped. "I like being honest with you, too," I said. Until Mr. Keenan re-entered my life six months prior, I hadn't realized how rare it was I could be honest about things. I gave him a smile and saw him smile in return.

"Since I'm being honest," I started, but just then the bartender came over to take our order.

"Two steaks," Mr. Keenan said, ordering for me. "And another scotch and..." he turned to me.

"An IPA?" I asked. The bartender nodded and named off some brewery. Sounded good. We watched as he poured our drinks in front of us and placed them on the bar before going off to ring up our order.

"So..." Mike picked up. "Since you're being honest..."

I lowered my voice. "It's like I said before. You don't need to pay for anything, Mike. Or be a sugar daddy or anything."

He grinned. "There's always trade offs," he said. "And maybe I enjoy the control."

"Control?" I asked dumbly.

"If you're paying, you get your say in a lot of things," he said. He paused and watched me blush. "You think less of me."

"Honesty, right? You don't know how crushed out I am on you."

He smiled. "I have an idea. It's flattering." He took a sip of his scotch and looked over at me like a wolf eyeing up his prey. "I'm hoping you stay over tonight."

I was in over my head. Emotionally, but also with a man like Keenan. Decisive. "If you want, I will," I said.

"Good," he said, satisfied.

***

Mike Keenan surprised me that evening. After we ate and he paid the check, we went up to our room. We showered together, making out, feeling each other up. I was surprised how much this straight man was into my very male body and my cock. Well, he was probably bi and in any case had his no-labels motto. I was gonna embrace it.

Particularly as we made out on the bed, me beneath his middle aged, fit hairy body. I'd eventually find a real boyfriend, I knew, but I also knew it was going to be hard for any man to live up to hot how Mr. K was. His cock felt hard and even bigger as we humped our bodies together and kissed.

"So, Luke... you up for me being inside you?"

I nodded, hungrily. "God yeah, Mr. Keenan."

He grinned. "You have much experience?" That concern coming in.

"A couple of guys, yeah," I said. Then with deep candor, I added, "I wish you'd taken my cherry, Mike."

His voice got husky. "I've done anal a couple of times. With an ex-girlfriend."

His words made me actually break out into goosebumps. For some reason the idea of Mr. K doing some woman in the backdoor seemed kinky as fuck. But also the way he unmistakeably was communicating that he knew how to fuck me. "You liked it, I bet," I said with a lusty smile.

He nodded and winked just as he leaned up and knelt on the bed. His hardon looked magnificent, the thickness perfectly framed by his hairy, DILF-y body. I decided then and there I'd have a hard time sleeping with a man under 40. "Oh, yeah, buddy," he said. Then my body shivered again as I watched the confidence with which he picked up the lube he'd set out next to the bed. As he returned his focus, I pulled back my legs and spread them some, letting his slick hand in to lube up my hole. "It's probably my favorite thing. Hard to talk a woman into it, though."

"I can imagine," I hissed, enjoying the cool contact of the lubed finger on my ring. "I bet that costs extra huh?" Maybe that sounded accusatory, but from my tone it was clear that it was a joke, and Mr. Keenan picked up on that.

He laughed. "I don't hire hookers, but don't think I haven't thought about it." His cock jerked, and I was relieved that being with a dude seemed to work for him as much as fucking a chick.

He pressed in and worked me open some. "That feel OK, buddy?"

I looked at him excitedly and nodded. I kept expecting resistance as the man fingered me but there was none. At all. "Feels amazing Mr. K." My longtime nickname for him just slipped off my tongue, but the man seemed excited to hear it. His cock actually jerked.

He now slipped in a third finger, twisting me open and working in and out. "You're ready," he said, though I knew there was a questioning behind his assured tone.

"Yes, sir," I hissed.

Mike was horny, too, I realized as he scooted in to place and nudged his meaty cock right into place. I don't know the approach he took with women, but he angled his finger to let his prick push in just as he withdrew his hand. Kind of a shoehorn move that slid his meaty cock right into me. Three solid inches inside me in one go.

"There ya go," he said with satisfaction. Then he moved forward, his hips driving more meat into me, as he leaned his upper body forward. I was getting well and truly penetrated.

The thing was, my insides were starting their natural resistance, my guts clenching down on the invader and trying to repel it. Mr. Keenan mistook my discomfort for a natural stimulation of an ass on his cock. "That's goddamn nice, buddy," he hissed and like that he was kissing me, hard and possessively.

I met his tongue as well as I could, but there was something that clicked in me. I was a dude, a masculine dude. I didn't like to think of myself as feminine, and I got offended by the way people would associate gay sex with being feminized. And yet, I was pinned down beneath Mike Keenan and all I could think was to compare myself to those college chicks Mike banged. My hole relaxed around him and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Not slutty or anything, but damn I needed and wanted a Mike Keenan fuck.

He must have sensed the change but in any case pulled back from the kiss. "I guess I didn't even ask about protection," he hissed, his hips slowly pumping me.

"This is perfect, Mr. K," I growled. His dick was rubbing right over my prostate, not punching the button, but playing it like a violin string. It was a surprisingly new sensation for me.

The man liked my answer. He pulled back, further back, and pushed all the way. Then again. Not rushing it, but definitely claiming me with this cock. All the while his blue eyes bore down on mine. "How do you normally like it, Luke?" he asked.

I racked my brain. It was actually hard to think with the man's cock pressing in and out. And I'd only had a few experiences bottoming. "Slow, I guess," I replied. But then as I felt up the man's naked torso and strong arms, I wanted more. "But this is weird to ask... but I'd like you to show me how I like it."

THAT turned Mike on like crazy. "Yeah?" His nostrils flared. "I can do that buddy."

He pulled back and I felt his prick punch into me. In retrospect it probably wasn't rough, but I'd never been fucked with that much force. Then another. Slow, steady, and hard.

The fact that it was Rich's dad doing this drove me wild. I looked up into his handsome face and imagined him rough fucking some sugar baby who'd have to work for her apartment money.

"Shit!" I gasped. My prick was dripping already, a telltale sign that I was about to cum. I gripped it, just in time to let the pleasure boil to a full orgasm, all while Mr. Keenan pounded it out of me.

His own face was scrunching into a clear sign of pleasure. The man was ejaculating into my guts, and good.

"Well, fuck me," he sighed as he lay his forehead against mine. We lay like that, my hands on him and my legs wrapped around him. His more mature, fit body resting on top of me as he caught his breath. "Please tell me you liked that buddy," he hissed.

I felt weirdly emotional. I don't know, it wasn't just the crush I had on Mr. K. It was the hormonal rush on top of the mind fuck of having had such hot sex. "A little too much," I admitted.

That made him smile.

He finally leaned up and slid out of me, and off me. His dick was thick and plump but softening, and very wet. He looked down on me with a mix of surprise, paternal-like affection, and pride in conquest. I loved it all, and it was then that I realized I was hooked on the Mike Keenan experience.

"I thought I was pushing my luck asking you to meet me again," he said as he stepped off the bed and down some water from a water bottle. His middle-aged muscle was covered in a sheen of sweat. The man was sexy as fuck. His eyes barely left my nakedness. "But I guess not," he continued.

I felt all sorts of weird, and more than a little cheap now that the endorphins were wearing off. I sat up in bed, my hole feeling used and wet now. "You really do like being on control, don't you, Mike?"

My words caught him by surprise. "I guess I come on strong, huh?"

"A little," I admitted. "I should probably go," I said as I searched for my briefs.

"Will it make you feel better to stay over?" he asked.

It was my turn to be surprised. "You think I'm like a chick?" I asked. I wasn't sure I was upset he was stereotyping me as a gay guy. Or upset because maybe he was right.

"It's just a question, Luke," he replied. "I'll give you Uber money."

I swallowed my pride. "I'd love to stay. Sorry I was giving you grief."

He smiled. "It's fine buddy. I'm used to game playing. But you're a straight shooter. I like that." Then matter of factly, he added, "I get up early."

"That's cool," I said.

****

I gave Mr. K a blowjob early the next morning. And he stroked me off. I guess I was leaning toward being a bottom before Mike Keenan, but I'd never embraced the label. What the fuck, the man was making me realize the shoe fit.

I was happy and content all day. I kind of wanted a text from Mr. K, but I didn't need one. Even being young and naive, I knew I had to take this for what it was, or not at all.

Around 5:30 I got a text. "Dinner?"

I had a late game and plans with my buddies. "I'm tied up, Mike," I wrote. "Sorry."

"What time you done?" came that reply.

"I don't know. 10?"

"Come over then. You know the room number."

Maybe it should have rubbed me the wrong way, but it didn't. I was horny for this man. So bad.

Only after I replied with an OK, I got a Venmo alert. Mr. K had sent me money. Not an exhorbitant amount. But a lot.

Oh shit.

***

I was nervous as Mike ushered me in. The worst part was how fucking handsome he looked, even in his readers and plush hotel bathrobe. He didn't look exactly sleepy, but he seemed in a relaxed, tired state as he looked me up and down.

"Thanks for coming, Luke," he said. That easygoing charm I remember from going over to his place when I was visiting my buddy Rich.

"Sure," I said. Looking around, I wondered what it was like to live in a hotel like this a few nights a week, always being on the road. I smelled Mr. Keenan's cologne before I felt his hand on my shoulder and his warm body press against my back. Already he was kissing softly at my neck.

"Listen, Mr. K... can we talk about the money thing?"

His voice had a throaty growl. Maybe he'd been thinking all evening, all day about sex, because he seemed to be in a horny mode. "Sure. Was it not enough?"

"No, Jesus," I hissed, feeling his fingers already running beneath the hem of my T-shirt tracking my abs. "I don't need anything. For real."

OK, now his fingers stopped their seductive movement. I guess the man was getting it. "You offended?" he asked.

I blushed. "I dunno," I replied. "It didn't make me feel great."

I felt his breath against my neck. "You deserve the money more than Kimberly," he said. "Or the others. It's just a little something, Luke. Use it to have fun. Or save it for a rainy day."

I don't know how Mike Keenan was so persuasive a man, but he was. Maybe because those fingers are once again tracing up my abs and pulling my shirt with them. "Come on, buddy, let me see that hot baseball jock body," he urged.

I went with it. I knew I was good looking, and even if I had some bulking goals for the off season, I knew I had a solid body. But the fact Mr. Keenan was into it had me so turned on. I turned around to see a smile on his five-o-clock-shadowed face.

"Nice," he said, eyes sweeping up and down my build. "Lose the shorts, Luke," he said.

Mr. K had talked about enjoying being in control. I was now wrestling with the fact that I enjoyed being bossed around, at least by this man. I stepped back and undid my shorts, stripping down completely for him. I was rock hard.

My heart pounded as I watched Mike get a more serious look on his face, as his hands reached down to undo the tie on the robe. The white terry cloth flapped open to show off his furry fit torso and, beneath that, his thick boner. "Come on buddy," he said in a deep whisper, nodding down at his crotch in an unmistakable signal.

I gulped. I assumed my normal catcher's squat, a position which made my hard dick stick up at an angle.

"Fuck yeah," Mike said. He scooted up to offer me his prick. It was fat and veiny, and while not porn-long that dick was pretty damn big.

I leaned forward just an inch to start licking him. Top to bottom. Along his furry nuts. Tasting every inch of Mike Keenan. Maybe his relaxed vibe gave me the implicit permission to take my time.

Only by the time I actually began sucking him, working my mouth up and down on him and doing my best to coordinate suction and tongue along his shaft, the man was starting to get worked up.

"Easy there, buddy," he hissed, gently pushing me off his dick, which throbbed and jerked a little, wet with my saliva. "I almost blew there."

I grinned. I felt so fucking proud. I didn't have a ton of sexual experience and it was good to know I was doing something right to get Mike so close so soon. "Why don't you?" I asked, sitting back on my haunches and looking up at him. I was getting more confident in having sex with this older man.

He let out a heavy sigh, like he was fighting off the urge to do just that. A smile crossed his lips, though. "Guess I'm like a kid with a new toy," he explained.

It took me a second to get it. "You wanna fuck me again." Half statement, half question.

Mike nodded. "Been thinking about it all fucking day, man. Your ass is so fucking tight."

I knew this was a possibility, and I wondered if I should be giving my hole some rest. But I also knew it was going to be hard to turn down a Mr. Keenan fuck. I stood up, my dick riding that crest between pure excited hardness and nervous flagging.

"Ok if we kiss a little, Mike?" I asked feeling almost embarrassed to ask. "You know, make out a little?"

My buddy's dad nodded and grinned as he stepped up to me, placing his hands on my waist. "I guess I can come on strong, huh?" he asked.

God, feeling his dick press against mine and the heat and the soft-hard combo of fur and muscle against me was going to drive me wild. "Some, yeah," I admitted with a laugh. Then blushing, I added, "Part of me really likes it, but fuck it's intimidating too, you know?"

Mike didn't reply but just gave a sympathetic nod and leaned in for a soft kiss. We made out some, and it was incredible to feel the contrast between the gentle approach kissing and the mauling of his hands on my jock body, particularly my butt. Mr. K wasn't kidding about having a new toy. He seemed to really love my ass.

He walked me back to the bed and I went back down on the mattress with a motion of his that was between guiding and pushing. He quickly lost his bathrobe and joined me, covering my body with his older, more experienced one, feeling me up and kissing along my neck, my ear, my upper chest. Mike was in full-on horny mode and bring me there right with him.

Finally he lifted off and rolled to the side. His erection was dripping and rock hard and looked amazing against all that body hair. "All right buddy, get on all fours."

I was primed for Mike Keenan in full on control mode. I scrambled to do as the man asked, facing the headboard and feeling the man settle in behind me. Already his hands were cupping my glutes and feeling the smooth muscle.

"You got a hot fucking ass, Luke," he growled. He pawed at me another few seconds then reached for some lube. The first wet finger felt great, and went in pretty easy.

"You're looser today, buddy," Mike hissed. A second finger popped in.

"Yeah, probably," I responded. "After yesterday."

"I wanna keep you this way," came his deep voice. "Ready for me."

"Oh fuck, Mr. K," I whined. There was an edge to his tone that drove me wild. And as his prick pushed in, I felt a welcome pleasure, even with my residual tightness.

"Fuck yeah," Mike grunted as he felt my insides and pushed to bottom out. "Right back in the saddle."

His grip clenched roughly on my waist. Just as quickly as that thick cock pulled out, it barreled back in. And again. One hard thrust right after the other as Mr. K grunted deeply. "Ung. Ungh. Ung."

The man was fucking for his pleasure, not mine. Still I felt an excited thrill. I wouldn't say I enjoyed this nearly as much as the missionary mating the night before but it felt new to me. Animalistic and raw. I was hard even with the discomfort of the shafting.

Wham. Wham. Wham. That thick piece of hard dad meat was drilling steadily. Then the cadence went off. Mr. Keenan's rhythm was getting more spasmodic and jerky as he pounded me. Then I felt those fingers dig into my hips.

"FUCK!"

From his cry and the sudden stop of his thrusts, I knew the man was seeding me.

I loved every part of the experience, but I now regretted that I hadn't gotten off. The fuck had been too hard and too quick.

Thankfully I felt the man shift behind me and, prick still buried inside me, he leaned forward to press against, my back.

I loved the feeling of his kiss on my neck, but even more I loved the slickness of his palm as he wrapped his hand around my hardon. Mike didn't even need to do much. Just give slow soft pumps in and out of my guts while his fingers ran along my dick. I fired off, heavy and hard. I felt lightheaded when I came.

We were quiet as we uncoupled. The shame was coming back to me as I showered off. Shame that I enjoyed what others might see as a dominant, selfish fuck. Shame that there were funds in my Venmo account. Shame that I was falling for Mr. Keenan so hard. I knew I couldn't stay over in this hotel room, not tonight. I needed some space to think.

Mike had his robe back on. To this day a white terry bathrobe is a fetish for me. His tone was more serious. "You mad at me Luke?" he asked as he sat in the hotel chair and watched me get dressed.

I grimaced but shook my head no. "I didn't think I'd like sex that rough," I said softly.

I could see a sly grin from on his lips. But he continued. "I wasn't talking about the fuck."

God, the man could be intense, behind the suave businessman outgoingness and the friendly paternal vibe. It was like I was seeing the real Mr. Keenan. Intimidating, sure, but I also wondered if he had a hard time with real relationships. His marriage hadn't worked out, he was clearly estranged from his son, and he basically hired dates instead of having real girlfriends.

I paused, just holding the T shirt I was going to put back on. "Can I be blunt, Mr. K? You say you don't want a hooker, and yet have a way of treating me like one."

He was prepared for that. "You're not that, Luke. But I'm not ready for anything serious. I figure I can help you out, and you can help me out." He looked at me and could tell I still didn't get it. "Listen, it's not just sex. I love spending time with you buddy. You're a hell of a lot more fun than those sugar babies, I'll tell ya." He cracked a smile, and I had to as well.

"I guess," I said. Remembering Kimberly, I could imagine she'd be more work than fun.

My conciliatory tone made him happy, and I was glad to see the friendly Mr. Keenan return. "Well, it's just I don't always have the time or interest for all the other boyfriend bullshit. Checking in, looking after emotional needs, dealing with jealousy."

I gulped. I was starting to get a better picture of Mike. The side Rich hated. The side I should hate more.

He watched my reaction but continued. "I know that wouldn't be fun for you to deal with, so I want to make it worth your while."

"Make what worth my while?" I asked. Again, as persuasive as he was, I felt he kept talking around the sex part.

He laughed, almost amused at how astute I was. "Luke, I'm not going to pay you per sex act. Or per night. But..." his voice got conspiratorial. I wondered if he knew what that supportive dad-figure tone did for me, and just weaponized it to get his way. Honestly I think it just came naturally to him. "Well, bud, I'd love an arrangement when you're able to keep me company when I'm in DC." His blue eyes got an impish cast to them, and I knew he was in seal-the-deal mode. "I'm pretty sure we could have a lot of fun together."

"You wanna be my sugar daddy?" I asked, point blank. It's not that I was dumb, but I actually didn't think Mr. Keenan was outright going there.

He nodded. But his face had a caution to it. "Would it better if we ditched the labels?" he asked, a smirk on his face reminding me of his own no-labels policy.

"It would," I answered. Then. "OK if I think on it, Mike?"

"Of course," he said.

He stood up as I finished putting on my shoes. Seeing how handsome he was I almost asked if I could stay over again. But the vibe wasn't right for that.

As I made my way to the room door, Mr. K patted my shoulder. "You're a fine young man, Luke," he said. His fingers gave my muscle a little squeeze before letting go. "I mean that."

"Thanks, Mr. Keenan," I said.

***

The Uber ride was quick at that time of night. I'd have to come up with an excuse to my roommate while I was out again. I'd probably have to come up with a lot more excuses if I hung out more with Mr. K. Or, if he got me my own apartment, things would be easier. Meeting up with him. Having sex with him.

I pulled out my phone. I thought I'd hesitate before sending but I knew I knew my answer.

"You'll have to let me know how it works Mr. K," I texted. "But I'm in."

No labels. But if Mike Keenan was going to call himself my sugar daddy that was probably OK too.

I got a quick reply. "That makes me happy Luke. Talk tomorrow sexy."

I felt warm inside. Mike Keenan was going to make this worth my while. But I was determined to make it worth his, too.

#drakestories

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Oh what about a cheating smut fic where tony is married to pepper and he starts to have a sexual affair towards his daughter morgan's hot babysitter, reader

Babygirl

Friday, 4pm

I check the time on my dainty Cartier watch, walkin in circles around my squad as I zero in on every move, every flip, and every damn high kick. They're phenomal as ever, still I need to make sure we're on point for the next game. Squatting low, I assess how one of my girls back up and shows that flexibility by bending backwards with palms outstretched to the ground. She ends the number with a smooth sensual backflip into the splits, ofcourse poppin each ass cheek individually. I cheer and ofcourse give my girl, along with the crew, a standin ovation.

"Excellent muthafukin job per usual, owwwww!" I mimick my bitch Cardi and I clap for my amazing team.

My cell rings from the bleachers a few feet away. Im tired, plus that might be Mr. Stark and I know better than to ignore; it's definitely time to call it a day.

"Listen up my beautiful people, we done for the day. But, side note, please don't forget to team up with your cheer buddy as many times as needed before the game to make sure each of you got the routine down pact. If you have any questions, hit my line. Aight y'all."

A few hugs goodbye and smacks to my rear, I'm able to grab my phone and check my missed calls. Fuck.. The butterflies in my tummy are instantaneous as I read 'Tony Stark' across my screen. No matter how many times he calls it never fails to make me wanna squeal and do a few back flips of my own.

I hit the send button and redial him as I chew on my bottom lip nervously. It only does half a ring before his sexy voice speaks through the phone.

"Hey, there's my other favorite girl. Where are you? You busy?"

It's just like Tony to be all in my business, even though he was my employer, not father. There wasn't a thing he didn't know about me after being Morgan's babysitter for over 3 years now.

"Why no, Daddy, I'm not busy." I tease him with a giggle. "I'm at uni right now. Just finished practice. Why, wassup?"

The silence lastin just a second too long before he clears his throat and answers.

"You uh.. Just finished cheer practice?" He repeats slowly.

"Yeah, literally just a second ago. Gonna change and head home. Why, you need me?" I ask concerned.

"I do honey, need you to come watch Morgan for the weekend. Peppers outta town for business and I'll be here but not here. You available for me pretty girl?"

The way he speaks to makes my heart wanna dive out my damn chest, especially when his wife's not around. His already pampering nature amplifies he and doesn't seem to able to resist calling me those sweet lil nicknames that make me weak in the knees.

"Yes Mr. Stark. Always, anything for you." I breathe back, thighs clenching at the way the tone of his voice is starting to get me aroused.

"Perfect. And call me Tony, you know better honey." He gently scolds. "Anyway, I'm sending a car to come get you immediately."

I hear him snap his fingers over the phone and assume that's his way of sending me a ride.

"But I'll need to go home and grab a some things to stay for a few days." I remind him.

"No. I want you here as soon as possible. I already have someone on their way to you." His response leaves no room for argument, so I don't even bother.

"Ok then, catch you inna minute. And tell Morgan I can wait to see her."

"You got it babygirl. See you soon."

I hang up, grabbing my Nike backpack and head to the pick up area in front of the school. Fuck, another weekend with Tony Stark. Let's see how long it takes before I drench my panties when I get in his presence this time.

45 mins later

I arrive to Tony's mansion relieved to finally get to see my 2 favorite people in the world. They're waiting for me at the front door with big smiles, Tony holding Morgan on his back. She lightly kicks outwards to get free from her father. He happily sets her down and she runs up to me excitedly wearing the cutest ladybug bathing suit. Wrapping her tiny arms around my waist, she hugs me affectionately. I bend and hug her back just as tight and tell her how happy I am to see her.

"Daddy says your staying all weekend, is that true?" She inquires, nose scrunched making her the spitting image of her father.

"Yes, I am. Us girls are gonna have a blast. I was thinking tomorrow I could paint your nails and then maybe you could paint mine? I'd love your help picking out a cute color, what do ya think?"

"Let's just go get a manicure." She rebuttals smartly, taking my hand and dragging me to the front door. I barely have a second to grab my backpack!

"Or there's that." I laugh and wave goodbye to Tony's driver as Morgan pulls me past her father to the pool.

"Guess Daddy will catch you guys later." Tony chuckles, watching us amused.

"Guess so Daddy." I don't get a chance to catch the way his nostrils flare a bit or how he licks his lips at my statement as he watches his daughter steer me away.

Her and I have a blast in the pool for a couple hours, Morgan even more so as I sit on the edge with just my feet in. She shows me how well she's gotten a swimming since the last time we saw each other. It's beyond obvious her practice is paying off; my best lil buds gonna be ready for competitions in no time.

After, Tony brings us hot cheesy pizza for dinner as she grabs his laptop and shows me how to do the newest tik tok dance challenges that she and her friends like the most. We lay by the pool eat and laugh together as all the goofy and cool new trends come up. It just surprises me that a young girl can navigate the platform so efficiently. The smartie pants even makes me an account so I can keep up with what she's up to.

"Alright, little girl. Its 7:30, time to go to sleep. We'll do a bath in the morning. Go brush your teeth and get into your pjs. Daddy and I'll be by to say goodnight when your done."

The good girl that Morgan is, she kisses my cheek and skips off into the house. I quickly clean up our mess and head off to search for Tony.

When I find him it's 7:45 and he's laid out on the couch in one of his dens, arm thrown tiredly over his face. I think he's asleep from his even breaths, the calm rise and fall of his athletic bare chest. Fuck he makes my mouth water the way he lays with his legs spread wide, wearing only a pair of soft cotton light grey sweats low on his hips. His toned tummy and the thin line of his happy trail entice me to come closer for a better look and I'm right behind him in an instant. Goddam the bulge of his cock looks girthy as fuck.

I reach out and lightly massage at his shoulders, bending for just a moment to whisper at his ear.

"Its time for Daddy to go say goodnight."

Tony removes his arm and gazes up at me tiredly. The short low groan helps activate the already swirling storm in my gut. There's no way my panties aren't wet.

"Ok, honey. Let's go." Sitting up a few inches before pausing as Jarvis begins to speak.

"Actually Mr. Stark, Morgan has been asleep for 3 minutes 26 seconds. I predict she will not be awake for another 10 and a half hours sir."

"Thanks." Daddy relaxes into my touch again before speaking again.

"Hey Jarvis?"

"Yes, Mr. Stark?"

"Take a walk."

"Yes sir."

There's a quiet beep signaling the AI's exit as I continue to massage Tony's strong shoulders.

"Come here, beautiful. Come sit on Daddy's lap, let's talk." He requests gently.

I know we've been crossing some kinda boundary the way we speak to one another, but if I do as he asks this'll be a clear violation in his marriage. I don't wanna cause harm to Tony in any way, in fact I ache to make him happy however I can. That desire in itself is probably what has me toeing of my shoes and plopping my round ass cheeks right on his dick before I have another thought.

He's half hard and I'm baffled how I didn't notice because he's already so thick. The first press of my pussy against it has me biting my lip and pushin again and again to mimic the pressure on my clit. My breath puffs out as I hold back a moan at the feeling. Christ, I'm throbbing in need and I've sittin in his lap for a total of 5 seconds.

"Did my 2 favorite girls have fun?" Tony asks seemingly unaffected..

Except when i squint it seems his breath accelerates just a bit through his slightly open mouth, warm strong chest rising and falling just a fraction faster. His palms slide underneath my skirt to the top of my thighs, tenderly rubbing in a circular motion as I lightly hump at his cock.

"So much fun, Daddy. I'm kinda tired though, long day. Obviously not long as yours. You look exhausted. You ok?"

He only tilts his head and offers a small shrug.

"I kinda feel better now that I get to see my little cheer captain in her sexy uniform." Tony leers up at me with a smirk before winkin, making me bust out in laughter.

"So how's classes sweetheart? You doin okay?"

"I am, first semester was a bit difficult but I got the ropes now. I'm a fuckin superstar." I brag with a smile.

"That's great honey, glad to hear it." He replies warmly, rotating his hips in circles against me.

"Still don't ever forget that I gotta blank check with your name on it. Matter fact, you're not leavin here this weekend without it. Got it?" He asks sternly, lookin directly into my soul.

"Yes Daddy." I answer without a second thought.

"Good girl." He praises, moaning low in his throat at my swift movements.

"Well.." I lean forward till our lips are almost touching and look deep into his pretty eyes. "What can I do to make Daddy feel better?"

Tony breaks first. He roughly presses his lips to mine, sucking and kissing as he holds me in place with one hand on the back of head. The other hand grips my thigh firmly as he dominates our kiss passionately. His fine ass licks into my mouth while groaning, sucking on the tip of my tongue as I moan loud and frantically crush our pelvis' together. He gives me one nip to my lips before speaking against them.

"Make Daddy cum, sweetheart."

"How?" I ask nervously, pulling back to look into his hazy eyes.

"Any way you want gorgeous."

My hips come to a halt as I think for a moment before sliding off his lap to my knees and greedily soakin in the growl he emits when he notices the wet spot I left on his crotch.

Pulling my medium sized perky tits through the designed slit at the bottom of my cheer top, showing him stiff pierced nipples. A small slim chain hangs between my breasts, connecting the 2 piercings. I shake my titties at him, smiling at his hypnotized glazed stare at my supple chest.

"Fuck my tits." I demand, slightly dipping my head forward to let a generous glob of spit splat between them.

There's no need to ask twice as Tony hastily snatches his dick from his sweats and slides it between my round brown orbs. He relaxes back into the deep navy blue sectional while I press my breasts together to surround his thick shaft and begin with slow strokes. Biting those delicious lips, his head dips further into the couch as he watches me through slits. Daddy looks so fucking good as he fights the pleasure enveloping his dick.

"Hoooooh, fu- AH! Jesus y/n, feels so good. Thank you, pretty girl. Ohfuck! Just what I needed. Mmmm.. Yeah, yeah just like thaaat.."

His arms hang limp at his sides as he lets me unravel him. Poor baby, his eyes don't know where to look, darting from my dark nipples to his big fat dick stabbing up through the swell of my breasts. I take a mental picture of the way he loses his mind in my body, hips coming up erratically to meet my downward thrusts.

"You like slipping your fat cock between my titties, Daddy?" I ask innocently, squeezing his dick a bit more firmly.

"Ah, ah, yes babygirl! N-never felt this gooood!" He sputters back to me.

"Glad you're enjoying yourself. Though the other option was to lay on my back, spread open my legs and wet little pussy to you. Let you be the judge of which hole of mine you wanted.. first.."

I speed up my slippery tits, fucking his twitching cock from base to tip at a quick steady pace. The spit turned out to be the perfect lubricate as he easily plunges his dick between my tits.

"Oh fuck little girl, so goddamn perfect for me- haaaashit! Ahhaaaa, fuck! Ohmyfuckinggod y/n want that so bad. N-need to fuck every inch of you honey.."

His hands ball into fists as he widens his stance, giving me ample room to work. Those gorgeous eyes roll back into his head as he gasps at the sensation building in his groin.

"Yes, yes, yes! Please! Letmefuckyouhoney! P-please, need to cum y/n. Aaaaaaahfuuuuuck! Haven't cum in months. Pleasepleaseplease, will do anything sweetheart!"

Now completely understanding Tony's absolute desperation, my cunt flutters as his pleas to feel my pussy double and rise in volume. I slam my tits onto his dick repeatedly, loud wet smacking intermixed with his sobs.

"How long Daddy? Exactly how long since you sprayed your thick milky cream outta this big fat ass cock?" I ask, leaning to give kitten licks to the wide flushed tip.

I moan animatedly at the taste of the salty precum dripping from his leaky dick. It's so fucking addicting that I hungrily slurp on the head of his dick. His abs ripple as his body trembles through the onslaught.

"Almost a-Haaa! FUCK! Almostayeeeear! Ohshitohshit, gonna c-cum babygirl!"

Fuck that's way too damn long, so I resolve to not make him wait a second longer to fill up a wet and willing pussy.

"Yeeees ah, ah, ahhhh- wait! What the fuck?Come back here little girl!"

I giggle as I duck away from his hands swiping to pull my back towards his equally enraged dick. I scoot back on the plush white carpet, pulling off my squort and parting my shapely cocoa thighs. He's so immediately entranced at me spreading my pussy lips with one hand as I crook my finger and invite him over with the other.

"Oh fuck me, thank you sweetheart. Love you so much babygirl, you don't even know. Your my perfect girl, wish you were my wife instead honey."

I don't know if Tony knows he's speaking as he clumsily takes his place between my legs but the admission warms my heart.. And my pussy. I kiss his neck and hold him tight as he thanks me profusely for letting him inside.

He aims his dick at my pulsing little hole, tapping my clit twice before slipping about an inch of his dick inside. I keen at the stretch, whining and pulling at him for more but apparently that's all Daddy needs. Slamming his eyes shut, he hunches over me going completely feral and unloads months and months worth of frustration into me.

"Yea-eeeees, little girl! Lemme breed my favorite girl. Haaaaa fuck! Feels like heaven, cantstophoney! Ah, ah, ah, so gooood y/n. Love you much! So so so much!"

I relish how fucking whiny he becomes as he releases heavy splats of cum against my walls. The pressure of his load makes me moan like a whore underneath him as he holds me to his carpet by my shoulders and gives us both what we need.

"That's it Daddy, fill me up. Make me take your cum. I want all of it, yeeeees! Don't waste a drop, gimme my cream pleeeeease. My wet little kitty wants to drink up a thick dose of your milk Daddy, gimme!"

The force of Tony's nut stuns him but his fluttering lid reopens as he gazes at my face. Even through his flismy focus he stares at the sloppy saliva spattered on my tits and tummy down to where his dick splits me open wide.

It's my turn to become distressed as I hump at the rock hard cock dripping the last few drops of his load into my greedy cunt. Neither of us hear the front door open in our opposite state of minds; or the footsteps clicking towards our location.

"What the fuck?!" Peppers deranged voice echoes throughout the dim den making us jumps, the cock piercin me unintentionally stabbing a few inches deeper.

I wail in fucking pure delight, nails scratching down Tony's back as he immediately seethes at her entrance. It's clear he's not happy she interrupted our private moment. Still, his dick remains stiff as fuck inside me.

Lookin up at his wife with disdain, brows still pinched from the feeling of my pussy clutching at him hungrily, he demands that she leave.

Maybe it's time for Daddy to get a divorce..

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x black!reader #black reader #daddy k!nk #smut #black fanfiction #all readers #affair #dirty talk #daddy’s babygirl #daddy's good girl #breeding k1nk

[iamknicole]

Prologue

A/N: Bare with me the holidays are a busy time for me so it'll most likely be week day uploads when I do start posting chapters! Enjoy! Comment, reblog & share! Updates depend on engagement! 🌻

Warnings: A bit of cursing, 18+, Minors DNI

Masterlist

The sound of kids talking and playing filled Shania's ears as she entered the three year old classroom. A few kids noticed her, running to give her hugs then went back to playing. She watched them for a moment then went to the connected boys restroom, peeking in. 

"Hey, Ms. Martina. You buzzed for me?"

Martina stood from her kneel in front of the middle stall. "Yeah. Jaden has a stomach thing and no clothes."

Shania walked in to check on the child, giving him a soft smile. "Not feeling good, buddy?"

His voice came out weak and sad. "No ma'am."

"I'll get somebody to bring you some ginger ale and extra clothes while I call mommy and daddy. Sound good?" Giving him another pout, she turned to Martina. "If you want when he's cleaned up, you can bring him to the office with me. Tell me the last name again."

"Fatu."

Leaving the classroom, Shania power walked through the daycare back to her office and to her desk. After going through her software, she found his profile and dialed the first number. 

"Good morning, Mrs. Fatu. This is Shania Taylor at Busy Bees. Jaden's not feeling well and he's had an accident so you're gonna have to come pick him up. Thank you. See you soon."

Shania left the same message three times with Jaden's mom, dad and uncle. She sighed softly realizing there was only one more number to call. Dialing the number, she put it on speaker so she could pull her curls away from her face. 

"Hello?"

The deep voice startled her a bit as she honestly wasn't expecting anyone to answer. 

"Helloooo," the voice sang out, "Somebody there?"

"Sorry, yes." She picked her phone up, moving it closer to her.  "Hey, I'm sorry to bother you. This is Shania Taylor from Busy Bees. Is this Joshua Fatu?"

"Uh, yeah, this Josh. Busy Bees?"

"Yes, Busy Bees. Your nephew, Jaden, is enrolled here."

"Oh shit, my bad," he said quickly, "I don't think I ever knew the name. He aight? He need something?"

She glanced at her office door when she heard a light knock, finding Martina standing in the doorway with Jaden in tow. She waved them in, pointing at the ottoman in front of her window. 

"He's actually not feeling well and had an accident. He didn't have any clothes but I keep extras here so that's taken care of. You are gonna have to get him though."

Josh went silent for a moment, Shania could hear rustling around in his background.

"I don't mind at all but did you call Jon or Trinity first?"

"Yes sir," she said softly as she rolled her chair over to Jaden. She covered him with her throw blanket. "I called them and the other uncle they had listed, no one answered."

"Aight, I'll try to call them. I'm on the way though, Ms. Taylor."

"Thank you, see you soon."

The small monitor on her desk chimed and real time video popped up fifteen minutes later. Easing up from her spot, Shania checked the monitor then went to the front door of the center. She pushed the door open for him, a small smile on her face. 

"Hey, Mr. Fatu." She watched him as he stepped inside. "Thank you for coming."

He looked around the foyer then at her, giving her a small nod. "Josh. Just Josh. I gotta get em from the class?"

"Nope, he's actually been in my office with me. Fell asleep not too long ago. He had me watching toy videos so the nap was a blessing in disguise for us both," she joked. "Since he is asleep, I can go ahead and get a copy of your license."

He frowned a little at that. "Why?"

"I make copies of everyone's licenses when they come to pick up one of my babies. State law. Keeps them safe. You can step into my office."

The two stood in silence while she made her copies. Josh grabbed Jaden's backpack, bag of soiled clothes and the small bottle of ginger ale beside him. He watched Shania move quickly around her office from the printer to the filling cabinet then to her desktop, lingering there for a few minutes. She wrote something down on her post it before peeling it off. Going to Josh, she held it out to him smiling. Slowly, he took it then looked at her. 

"What's this?"

"Your family's code to get into the door so you don't have to wait to be let in whenever you come get him."

"Thank you," he stuffed it into his pocket then carefully picked up his sleeping nephew, "I need to sign em out?"

"I'll take care of it. You just take care of my buddy. When you talk to his parents, let them know he can return when he's been symptom free for 24 hours."

"Gotcha. You the boss lady huh?" He joked adjusting Jaden in his arms. 

Her smile grew a little wider, her cheeks pushing her eyes into small slits. "I wouldn't say boss lady but I am the owner."

"Shit. Forreal?"

"Yes and we don't talk like that in Busy Bees, Josh." She chastised playfully.

He flashed her a quick smile, giving a peek of his gold fronts on his bottom teeth. "My bad, Ms. Taylor. Ima let them know though. Have a good day, don't work too hard."

Walking in front of him to the door, she propped the door open for him to exit. She watched him effortlessly unlock his truck, put Jaden's things in then Jaden into his seat. She called out to him before he could open the driver side. 

"What's up?"

"Call me Shania."

His fronts made another appearance. "Yes ma'am."

#MOYL #jey uso x black reader #jey uso #Josh & Shania #the bloodline

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Part One

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Part Five

Part Six

@estrellami-1

Version 1: False Positive

Dustin was sick. That's what Claudia said when she called. Unfortunately, she missed a few days of work already, and she needed to clock in. Eddie volunteered them both to look after him immediately. Eddie hung up the phone and turned to face his partner.

"Our son is sick, he needs us," Eddie said.

"He is not our son," Steve said with a fond sigh.

"Hey, Bumps, you want to come and help us tend to Bubba?" Eddie asked.

Bumpy meowed and slithered in between his legs. That was a yes. Eddie gathered some medicine into a bag out of Steve’s medicine cabinet and stuffed his copy of the Hobbit with it. Steve grinned as he put Bumpy into her pet carrier.

"I think she's more excited to see Mews more than Dustin," Steve said.

"Gasp, do you think that something might happen between them?" Eddie asked.

"First of all, they're girl cats, Eddie," Steve said.

"Cats can be lesbians too. Don't be homophobic, Steven," Eddie said.

"Are we really going to debate the sexuality of cats?" Steve said. "And second of all, Dustin is Mews' brother and Bumby's brother, so that makes them related."

"Did you hear that, Bumps?" Eddie asked, peering into the carrier. "You can't fuck Mews. You're related!"

Bumpy meowed loudly at him.

"Gasp! Bumpy! Language!"

They arrived at Claudia's house to find Dustin laid up on his bed, looking miserable.

"Used the taste test method again, did ya?" Eddie asked in amusement.

Claudia left as soon as they had walked through the door, thanking them profusely.

"Fuck you, Eddie," Dustin coughed.

Eddie pressed the back of his hand against Dustin's forehead and cooed at him.

"You taken anything for that fever?" Eddie asked.

"Just a little bit ago," he wheezed.

Eddie smiled gently and released Bumpy from her carrier.

"Lady Bumpy wanted to help her Bubba feel better," Eddie said and plopped the cat on the bed.

Dustin grinned and scratched behind her one ear. Steve leaned against the doorway, grinning when Mews came running past him. Mews jumped on the bed.

"Someone heard that Bumpy was here," Steve said. "How are you feeling, buddy?"

"Like shit," Dustin coughed.

"Have you eaten anything?" Steve asked.

"I was hoping you would make your soup," Dustin said.

"Of course, you got the stuff?" Steve asked.

"Yep!" Dustin said.

"On it," Steve said and ruffled his hair.

Moments later, Steve came carrying a trey filled with soup, crackers, and orange juice. He set it on Dustin's lap. Eddie made sure it had cooled down enough before he raised the spoon to Dustin's lips.

"I can feed myself, Eddie," Dustin said.

"Just let your dear old dad help you, Dusty Bun," Eddie said.

Dustin rolled his eyes and opened his mouth. After eating his soup and downing the orange juice, Dustin's eyes started to droop.

"I brought the Hobbit. You want me to read to you?" Eddie asked, and Dustin nodded. "Alright, lay down here so you lay on your left side."

While Eddie read, the cats situated themselves on either side of Dustin, and Steve rubbed Dustin's back to help him drift off. It wasn't long before Dustin was fast asleep. Eddie watched from the doorway with Steve’s arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

"You're a good dad," Steve muttered.

"So are you," Eddie replied, leaning back against him. "Do you think it's going to happen for us one day?"

"Oh, I have no doubts, but even if it doesn't, I'm happy with you either way," Steve said.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Version 2: Baby Bat

"Our other child is sick," Eddie announced, hanging up the phone. "He needs us."

"Dustin is not our son," Steve said smiling.

"How about it, Bumps? Do you want to come with your daddies and help them take care of your Bubba? Of course, you have no choice but to follow the daddy that's carrying you," Eddie asked, pressing his hand against Steve’s stomach. He smiled when he felt her kick and watched the lights flicker. "She said yes."

"You always take it as a yes," Steve said, amused. "She's just responding to the sound of your voice."

"I still win," Eddie said and began gathering supplies.

Eddie helped his very pregnant boyfriend into the minivan and slid into the driver's seat.

"I still can't believe you traded in for a minivan," Steve said.

"It's family friendly," Eddie said defensively. "We're a family. Oh, by the way, I was over at the trailer the other day visiting Wayne, and Max showed me the cat she adopted. Poor thing only has one ear. She said the cat reminded her of both of us. She combined both of our last names and named her Harrison. Isn't that cute?"

"Aww, we should invite the Mayfields over for dinner soon," Steve said and then paused. "Did I ever officially ask you to move in?"

"Nah, I just assumed you wanted me to," Eddie said, kissing his knuckles, and Steve laughed.

Claudia hugged them both tightly as soon as they walked in, thanking them profusely before leaving for work. They found Dustin laying in bed, looking miserable.

"Used the taste test method again, did ya?" Eddie asked.

"Fuck you, Eddie," Dustin coughed.

Steve made a tsk-ing sound as he pressed the back of his hand to Dustin's forehead.

"Have you taken anything for your fever?" Steve asked. "What about food? Have you eaten anything?"

"I took something for it a little bit ago, and I was hoping, if you could still move around, that you would make your soup," Dustin said.

"I'll make his soup," Eddie said. "Don't worry, he taught me how to make it when he was in his first trimester. It's basically the only thing he could stomach."

Eddie ruffled Dustin's hair and placed a dramatic kiss on Steve’s stomach before placing one on his lips.

"Now that she's officially a girl, you guys have a name yet?" Dustin asked.

"Well, Eddie came up with a middle name, and I want to surprise him with the first name when she comes," Steve said, stroking his belly.

"Come on, you can at least tell me," Dustin said.

"Yeah, you would give him big wet eyes, and he would know immediately. Yeah, no," Steve scoffed. "Continue calling her Bumpy like everyone else."

"Hi, Bumpy," Dustin cooed at his stomach.

"It's daytime. She probably fell asleep," Steve said and smiled when he felt her kick. "Or not."

Dustin looked around when the lights flickered.

"How often does she do that?" He asked.

"Not often," Steve shrugged. "I don't think she can control it quite yet. She does it when she hears my voice and Eddie's. Now yours too, I guess."

"Aww," Dustin said and then sneezed. "Shit."

Steve pulled a tissue out of his sleeve and handed it to him. Eddie came whistling in as he set the tray on Dustin's lap and gazed at the flickering lights.

"Is our sweet girl awake?" Eddie asked.

"She wanted to say hi to Bubba," Steve said.

Eddie pressed his ear to Steve’s stomach and grinned.

"She's saying she hopes her brother gets well soon," Eddie said.

"Aww," Dustin said.

Dustin fell asleep after he ate with Eddie reading to him and Steve rubbing his back. They stood in the doorway, watching him as he slept. Eddie stood behind Steve, his arms around his waist and his hands clutching his pregnant belly.

"You're a good dad," Eddie whispered.

"So are you," Steve whispered back.

"Hey, the next kid we have. . . Can I be the one who's pregnant?" Eddie said, and Steve chuckled. "I'm serious!"

"Yeah, Eddie, the next kid we have, you can be pregnant," Steve said. "I'll get you good and pregnant."

"Can't wait."

A/N: I got the first name for the baby. What middle name do you guys think Eddie came up with?

Part Seven

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfiction

[seas-storyarchive]

There are racists in hell, everyone finds that out when something about Alastor is brought to light

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There was a knock at the hotel door. charlie answered it first, a big smile on her face.

"Hello! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!" She greeted the two men, one of which looked elderly.

"Greetings, Princess. My father and I are considering this redemption thing.. we were hoping for a tour first?"

"Uh, sure, of course." Charlie said with a smile. She turned to the bar, waving someone over. "Um.. Alastor!"

The man's ears turned to her, and then said man got up from his seat, dusting his suit jacket off as he approached.

"Hello, my good sirs. I am Alastor, manager of this hotel! What ever may I-"

"Uh, this nigger again?" The older man asked a little loudly as to cut Alastor off while looking to his son, who nodded with a displeased look, before looking to Charlie, "is there a place without THESE folk about? I don't want him dirtyin' my things."

Charlie was.. genuinely confused. What was he talking about? Everyone in Hell was a different color! She glanced at Alastor from the corner of her eye, seeing him frozen.

"Hey! What'chu say about my buddy?" Angel had come over, looking pissed off, with an equally pissed off Cherri and concerned Niffty. The most latter of whom crawled up Alastor's pant leg and then his arm to rest on his shoulder to pat his hair to soothe him.

The younger man spoke up, "we don't deal with those," he points to Alastor, who was uncharacteristically still, "types. Filthy, dark skinned, son of a gilly whore-!"

Angel showed a machine gun in his face, resting just below his lower lip, held by his lower arms as his upper arms were cleaning his ears. "What was that? I couldn't hear you. Speak. Up."

The man backed away. "You know what, never fuckin' mind. Come on, dad. Let's go somewhere with civilized folk."

As the door shut, Charlie turned to look at the group again.

"What was all of that about?"

"What'chu you sinners know about racism?" Cherri asked, slipping her unlit bombs into her pocket.

"Not much, honestly." Charlie said, looking to Husk at the bar who was pouring a drink, and then to Vaggie and her dad - former of whom shrugged while the latter said nothing.

"Well, racism is based on those who were like me and Cherri, born Caucasian, or white if you prefer, being mean and prejudice against people of other colors, like Al here-"

"And me." Niffty said, hugging Alastor's head because the man was still a statue. "I was born to a mother from China and a father from America. Not a single person would give me the time of day, it was horrible."

"Did- did they beat you?"

"No."

"Yes."

The 'no' from Niffty nearly drowned out the soft 'yes' of Alastor.

"Who did it, sir? Point'em out!" Niffty said, producing a needle from the pocket of her dress as she looked at her boss.

Alastor gave a shaky beathe in response, trying not to cry, when the radio dial of the radio at the bar moved rapidly as the previously turned off object came to life.

"I looked like my Maman, my mother, when I was alive." Said the radio, in Alastor's voice.

"I still don't understand." Charlie said, as Vaggie and Lucifer both decided that by Charlie was best to get away from the radio.

"Charlie, I told you that humanity fucked up the free will I gave them-"

"Fucked up indeed, monsieur charlatan." The radio responded bitterly. "My maman got tha worst ah father's beatin's. We hardla' had sud ta get new clothes ahcause father spent it on drinkin'."

"You said you looked like your mother, I assume your father was-"

"White, Vagatha, yes." The radio sighed, heavily, sadly. "Maman felt so guilty tha I came out lookin' like her, cause she couldn' pass me off as'a white chil'. Father hated me fer that more than Maman hated herself.."

When it stopped talked, there was a pause, and the radio started crying - but not as the radio demon, as a child.

"Daddy! Stop it!" Said the tearful voice of the child, as there were sounds of someone being struck.

"Alastor, bebe, I'm okay." Said the laboured voice of a woman. "Charles, leave 'im alone!"

"Oh, so you think your tough, huh boy?" There was the sudden sound of someone being stuck again, going to the floor with a grunt. "Huh? Do you?" There were more grunts.

"Charles, stop! Stop-!"

"Enough!" Lucifer had summoned a giant champagne bottle and spilled it on Alastor, making the already crazy going radio that was starting to smoke and flash like an emergency light go all static-like and then explode.

"Oof!" Niffty fell off of Alastor's shoulder as he landed on his ass.

His eyes were blinking rapidly, from the champagne or the tears, no one knew.

"Smiles.." Angel took a step forwards first, something in him feeling awful.

Alastor's wide eyes snapped up to Angel, his ears up in alert and alarm, before they went to the gun in Angel's hands. "Oh, uh.." he dropped the gun. "Look, Smiles.. none of us knew that-"

"I.. I know.." came the soft, tear filled, shaky voice of the man who kept his eyes on Angel as Niffty began to rapidly wipe off his face of any liquids on it.

Charlie, still not understanding, looked around. Angel, Cherri and Niffy were looking at Alastor in loss. Husk seemed like he was enjoying this, his ever so slight smirk as he sucked down a tall bottle wasn't missed by Charlie - or Vaggie who looked so mad at a thing she didn't understand either and had settled on a target. Then she looke to her dad, wbo looked so guilty, close to crying, glaring at his feet.

"I'm so sorry.." the man said, his voice as small as his stature.

Alastor said nothing back, too.. something to even leave, even as his shadow moved around him to hug him. Just to curl in a ball. Too lost in a time where he was beaten and judged and everything was bad that the present was non-existent for the time being.

#tw: slurs #tw: racism #hazbin hotel #alastor altruist #alastor whump #alastor angst #alastor gets a kind of hug??

[halcyon-autumn]

Fantasy High Characters and the song I think they'd listen to the most off the new Taylor Swift album

Kristen: okay early Trackerbees Kristen would listen to But Daddy I Love Him SO much and probably post lyrics on instagram. Judgemental small town with religious overtones opposed to a relationship? Just like her fr. Post-breakup Kristen blasts So Long London SO LOUD that the rest of Mordred Manor starts to have weird pavlovian responses to any song with the same chords.

Sandra Lynn: Sandra Lynn would not make it past Fortnight on the album I fear she would hear one song about an affair and turn off her phone. Sorry Sandra Lynn I love you queen but she would not have a good emotional time with this ablum

Jawbone: Jawbone WOULD love Fortnight but he doesn't pay attention to anything but the chorus and sort of assumes it's about the game. Occupational hazard of working with youths.

Riz: I truly beleive Riz was a Dateline kid and he'd like a cool song about going to Florida because you murdered someone. It's got burying bodies in swamps and stuff! Florence + The Machine is there! Great song for murder-obsessed teens.

Fig: I Can Do It With a Broken Heart because, she claims, "it's got a great beat!" (she misses Ayda)

Sklonda: Just pick whatever song you think people would listen to during sex and put it here. We know next to nothing about Sklonda/Gorthalax but I assume the sex is good so fill in the blank.

Kipperlilly: Kipperlilly was actually listening to Who's Afraid of Little Old Me on airpods when she stabbed Buddy Dawn and Brennan just didn't mention it. She's like 'oh an angry song for a short person that people don't want at parties? that's me.' Yes good question she WOULD sing the asylum lyric without any irony

Rueben: Rueben HATES Taylor Swift he DETESTS her no one can bring her up around him or he will go on a RANT but catch him crying to loml and thinking about Wanda Childa

Tracker: Nara walks on in her listening to How Did It End? and is like "oh why are you crying???" and Tracker has to lie REAL FAST and say she's thinking about Gallicea (sorry Nara)

Gorgug: All of the Bad Kids band together to keep him from hearing a single song off this album so that he doesn't think about Zelda and start crying.

Aelwyn: imgonnagetyouback because she loves to sing about violence

Adaine: Adaine listens to the first eight seconds of The Prophecy over and over against her will because Aelwyn keeps sending it to her under various guises being like "did this happen? did you see this? is this what the old elven people want?" it's like Elven Oracle rickrolling. To be clear - Adaine hates this song.

Fabian: I think Fabian would hear ONE sad song, think about the immense loneliness he feels every day, and throw his special edition vinyl out the window like a frisbee.

Gilear: Gilear accidentally downloaded an Enya album

Arthur Aguefort: this one is hard to explain but I think Aguefort would choose Clara Bow as a karaoke song despite it being one of the worst potential karaoke songs on the album. This is deliberate on his part. Also I think he'd be a real Stevie Nicks girlie.

Feel free to comment/argue/tell me your thoughts!

#important it's not the song they like the most it's the one they listen to the most #sandra lynn faeth #jawbone o'shaughnessey #Kipperlilly Copperkettle #fabian seacaster #kristen apple #tracker o'shaughnessey #aelwyn abernant #fantasy high #fhjy #fantasy high junior year #taylor swift #for anyone who has it blocked

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Aaron Hotchner x Daughter reader

Thank you for requesting the first oneshot!

Summary: Hotches Daughter is targeted by the Unsub the team were following, she is taken hostage by him, the team find her and her kidnapper.

Third person pov...

The team had a case, for once it was local and in Quantico.

It was early morning when SSA Aaron Hotchner got the call. "Hotchner" he said answering the call, "Good morning sir, sorry for thr early call but we have a case" came Penelopes voice.

Hotch sighed quietly as his 10 year old Daughter came downstairs bed hair sticking up but already dressed for the day, He smiled and hugged her, when he pulled away he handed her some toast with honey.

"Thanks Daddy" she said before sitting at the table, Hotch smiled "thank you Garcia I will be there in 30 minutes" he said before ending the call.

He then grabbed his coffee and sat next to his daughter, Jack was still sleeping leaving the Dad and Daughter to talk. "You got work Daddy?" Said the little girl looking at her Dad smiling.

Hotch looked at Y/N apologetically and pulled her in for a side hug, "I do I'm sorry Honey, I know I promised we'd go to the park today"  His angel of a daughter just smiled and hugged him back.

"It's okay Daddy, I'll go with Jack!" She said as Hotch sighed he was looking forward to spending the day with his daughter.

30 minutes later He was standing at the door go bag in hand, saying goodbye to his 15 year old son and 10 year old daughter. "I don't know when I'll be home, so be good both of you and call Aunt Jessica or Me if you need anything" said the FBI Agent.

Jack rolled his eyes at his Dad hearing the speech lots of times. "Yessss Daddd we will be fine, right Princess" said the teen looking at his sister. Y/N grinned "of course Jackie, be safe Daddy!" She yelled jumping into her Dads arms.

Hotch caught her and pulled his son in for a hug, he then left the two alone shutting the door behind him and drove to work, hoping the case wouldn't involve his children.

When the door closed Jack and Y/N looked at each other before the little girl sprinted of to the living room and ran back two pillows in her hands and handed Jack one.

The 15 year old grinned and began chasing his little sister around with a pillow, the duos laugher echoed throughout the house both having alot of fun hitting each other with pillows.

It was a couple of hours until Jack and Y/N decided to go to their neighbourhood park. Before they left Jack reminded himself to call his Dad letting the man know where they went.

With Hotch...

The minute Hotch arrived at the round table Penelope started telling them about the case. "Okay my crime fighters, this time our case is local. Our last victim was found dead outside a local school, his name is Jason Toll and he is 10, he was abducted from the main park in the area while his Dad wasn't looking, he is the third victim this week" she said Hotch was instantly worried thinking of his 10 year old safe at home.

"Okay JJ you and Morgan head to the third Crime Scene, Rossi and Reid you head to the Morgue get the autopsy from Jason Tols body, Prentiss You and I will speak to the local police" Says Hotch standing from the round table.

The team then drove to were Hotch told them to and started working. It was only a few hours later when Hotches phone went off, he stepped away from speaking with Emily to answer the call from Jack.

"Hey buddy, everything okay?"He asked his eldest child he felt tense hoping everything was okay at home. Jack's voice came through his son sounded fine which relaxed the man.

"Yeah Dad we arw fine, jsut wanted to let you know Y/N and I arw going to the park-Hey" Jaco was cut off as Y/Ns voice came through "HI DADDY! Jackie is taking me to the park!" She exclaimed loudly making others look at Hotch who quickly answered his lively daughter.

"Hi princess, yes I heard have fun okay and be careful" he said mainly to Jack who he could see rolling his eyes at him. "Okay Daddy! I love you" Yelled Y/N before Jack took his phone back.

"Hey Dad, sorry she just grabbed it, but don't worry I will look after her, be safe" said the 15 year old before ending the call, Hotch put his phone back a small smile on his lips he loves his children.

The Agent then walked back over to Emily who was smirking. "I see Y/N is as lively as usual" she commented making the man groan, of course everyone heard his daughter.

Time skip...

When Jack and Y/N got to the park the 10 year old sprinted off away from her brother and onto the swings, Jack just shook his head and sat down on a bench.

He made sure he could see where she was at all times, the 15 year old watched her for a bit before going on his phone. Y/N swung on the swing for a bit before jumping off and running to the other end of the park where there was a seesaw.

The little girl sat down on one side, then realised she couldn't get it to move so she looked around fir her brother, when she spotted him she opened her mouth to shout but was then grabbed from behind she tried to cry out but couldn't.

"Don't try and struggle, little girl" came a womans voice, she sounded psychotic making the little girl stop instantly, having a FBI Agent for a Dad you learn a couple of things from him.

Y/N froze when she felt a Knife being placed at her back, the woman made sure knowone could see it and began dragging the 10 year old off somewhere but still in the park.

Y/N looked around and kept her eyes on her brother who was on the phone his eyes were wide with panic before he locked eyes with his sister.

With Jack...

They hadn't been at the park long before Jack got a call from his Dad, when he answered he could hear sirens in the background and his Dad sounded scared. "Dad what's wrong?" He asked worried.

"Jack! Where is Y/N? Is she with you?" Yelled Hotch through the phone, "Shes playing at the minute, what's happening Dad?" Aksed the 15 year old.

"It's the Unsub, Jack do you see a short woman, with short Blonde hair, she's wearing a long trench coat, is she there Jack?" Demands Hotch, the terror in his voice made Jack snap his head around looking for Y/N.

He relaxed when he sees her, but notices her scared face and sees a woman behind her matching the description, a terrified expression appears on his face.

"D-Dad" he whispers making Hotch worry "Jack is everything okay? Is she there?" He asks

Jack nods but remembers his Dad can't see him and speaks. "Yes and she's got Y/N, hurry Dad please" he whispers weakly into the phone wishing his dad was there comforting him.

"Don't worry Jackie we are on our way, keep your eye on them don't let her take Y/N" Says Hotch before ending the call, He begins to drive faster through the streets.

"What's up Hotch?" Asks Emily wondering why her boss started driving faster. "She's at a park near my house" he said making her eyes widen. "And she's holding my little girl hostage" he whispers and Emilt nods understanding.

When the Police and Team finally arrive at the park they surround the Unsub with their guns pointed at her, Y/N held to her tightly a large knife pointed at her throat.

Y/Ns eyes were wide with terror, big tears falling down her cheeks. Hotches heart ahces to have his daughter back in his arms, he spots Jack and the boy runs to his Dad and hugs him tightly. "I'm sorry Dad I should've been watching her" cries his son in his chest.

Hotch pulls his son back and looks him in the eyes. "It's not your fault Jack,okay it's that woamns fault, now stand with JJ okay son" said the man pushing his son to JJ.

The blonde woman walked forward and pulled the young teen away from it, his eyes not looking away from his Sister. Hotch then turned back to the woman holding his daughter.

"Now please let her go, this isn't you Sherry, that's an annoying little girl, do take your sorrow out on her, let me help you" reasoned Hotch.

The woman looked at Hotch then that the girl in her arms, then back at the man. "She's your Daughter isn't she" she yelled seeing the look in his eyes as she looked at the girl.

Hotch nods his head "Yes she's my daughter, please give her to me don't hurt my Princess " he Begged eyes forming tears, the Unsub looked zt the scared child in her arms and the begging man before throwing the knife away and letting Y/N go.

The little girl gasped deeply before sprinting to her Dad yelling "Daddyyy!" She sobbed into his chest, Hotch kneeled down  with his daughter in his arms sobbing into his shoulder.

He hugged her tightly to his chest. "It's okay, your okay princess, don't worry I'm here, Daddy here" he whispered he felt another pair of arms hug him it was Jack.

When his sister was released the 15 year old ran from JJ and to his family, the teen ran into his Dad's back znd wrapped his baby sister in his arms all three had tears running down their faces.

Away from the family the Team were bringing the Unsub in and had handcuffed her, the woman looked at the crying family with her own tears. "That's how a Dad should love his children" she said before getting in the car.

The BAU team watched as their fearless leader hugged his children tightly only letting go when Y/N was being checked over in the ambulance, even then he didn't let go of Jack.

The end!

Hope you liked this first oneshot, I wrote alor more than I thought I would but I really enjoyed it.

Sorry fir the grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Requests are open as usual!

Word count: 1800

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #fluff and comfort #fanfic #x child reader #aaron hotchner x daughter!reader #daughter reader #light angst #father daughter fluff #jack hotchner

[sequinsmile-x]

Could you please write something about Aaron is very popular with the soccer moms and Emily is very jealous and shows her possessiveness, which Aaron thinks is cute.

I don't know if my grammar or spelling is correct because I am a foreigner, if you find my mistake please let me know, thanks.

Hi friend!! I love this idea and had IMMEDIATE inspiration.

Also, I hope you, or anyone else, never feel the need to justify your spelling/grammar to me!! <3 You're doing an amazing job - and better than I could ever dream of doing in frankly any language that isn't English Love you all <3

-x-

Going Green

Emily liked to think she was reasonable. Right up until the moment she sees someone flirting with her husband.

-x-

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: So fluffy you will have to brush your teeth afterwards

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Aaron groans as he reaches the bottom of the stairs, scratching the back of his head as the sound becomes a yawn. Sleep had been a rare commodity over the last few months, even rarer than normal, and he felt like he’d barely closed his eyes before his alarm went off. 

He initially heads for the kitchen to turn on the coffee machine, but hears soft whispers coming from the living room, so goes in that direction instead. He leans against the doorframe, a smile on his face as he watches his wife, their three-month-old in her arms as she paces back and forth. Gently patting their son’s back as she talks to him, her lips against the top of his head. 

“Daddy thinks he’s sneaky, huh Hugo?” Emily whispers, her lips twitching up into a smile as her eyes flash to him briefly before she returns all of their attention to their baby, “But he forgets Mommy used to be a spy, he can’t sneak up on me.” 

Aaron walks over and wraps his arm around her, leaning in to kiss her good morning, “Hi, sweetheart.” 

“Hi,” she replies, kissing him again before continuing to pace, Hugo already fussing because she’d stopped, “We barely got any sleep,” she says, smiling tiredly at her husband, “I gave up trying a couple of hours and brought him down here.” 

Hugo had been colicky since he was born. Crying at all times of the night and only sleeping if he was in one of his parent’s arms, Emily’s if he had a choice. It meant they took it in turns to stay up with him so the other could sleep. It meant that Emily struggled when Aaron was away on cases, several nights in a row with very little reprieve. She still had a month of her maternity left, one of the perks of being married to the boss, and she wasn’t sure how she’d cope when she went back to work.

She’d be starting a new job, becoming a unit chief herself for a different team, which was enough of a change in itself. When she added in the fact she’d be leaving her son for more than an hour or so at a time for the first time she could barely think about it. 

“You should have woken me up, Em,” he says, furrowing his brow at her, “I could have helped.” 

“It’s ok,” she replies, yawning, “One of us needs to be a functioning member of society,” she smiles at him, “It’s your turn tonight though, honey.” 

“Of course,” he says, stopping her in place by putting his hand on her back, “Do you want me to take him so you can go shower? Have a few minutes to yourself?” 

She moans at the thought of it and nods, “God, yes that sounds amazing,” she kisses Hugo’s cheek before handing him over, smiling at the sight of him and Aaron together, “I only fed him about an hour ago so he should be fine.” 

Aaron nods in acknowledgement, aware from experience that if he tried to be funny when she was giving him instructions about their son it didn’t go down well. 

“We’ll be fine, won’t we buddy?” He says, holding Hugo close before looking back up at her, “Go on, sweetheart. Jack will be up soon and the day will only get more chaotic.” 

She nods, giving them one last glance before she walks away, unable to stop herself from yawning as she walks up the stairs. She barely has her feet back on solid ground and Jack’s door bursts open, an excited look on his face.

“Morning, Mom!” 

Despite her exhaustion, she smiles at him, stepping towards him and opening her arms up for a hug. It had been months since he started calling her mom, and it was still as incredible to her as it had been the first time. He steps into her arms and hugs her tightly. 

“Morning, honey,” she says, pushing his hair off of his forehead, “Did you sleep ok?” He nods in response, and it makes her smile, “Your brother didn’t keep you awake?” 

He shrugs slightly, “Hugo can’t help it, he’s a baby.” 

It makes her smile deepen, her and Aaron’s words repeated back at her. A common thing that had been said in their home, especially in the first few weeks after they brought Hugo back from the hospital. 

“Exactly,” she ruffles his hair before she steps away, “I’m going to shower quickly, but then it’s breakfast time and then your big soccer game.” 

“You and Hugo are coming this time, right?” He asks, excitement making his eyes wide as he looks at her. 

She hesitates. She hadn’t been to one of Jack’s games since just before she gave birth. At first, it was practical. She was too pregnant to sit in the uncomfortable stands and, according to Aaron, too hormonal to watch other women talk to him as he coached the games. She was insistent that they were all flirting with him. The combination of him being an excellent father and coach along with the polo shirt he insisted on wearing apparently made him irresistible to not only her. Aaron kept saying that they were just being nice, but she knew better. 

Since then it had become easier for her to stay home with the baby and for Aaron to take Jack to his games. She knew she would start going back soon, but she was exhausted, hoping that she could get a nap of some sort when Hugo finally slept in the later morning. 

“Jack-”

“Mom,” he says, the closest he ever came to whining, “You promised.” 

She sighs and then nods, “Yeah, you’re right I did,” she smiles, “We’ll be there.”

The smile on his face is worth all the exhaustion in the world.

___

Emily finds herself pacing back and forth at the end of the pitch, switching between ensuring the son she had strapped to her chest was sleeping and that the one playing soccer would see her watching him. 

“Been a while since you were here.” 

She turns her head to look at Dave, who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and she smiles at him. 

“I promised Jack I’d come along,” she says, “Something I said before I didn’t get any sleep last night.” 

He smiles at the baby, fast asleep against Emily, “He still hates sleeping?”

“Yes,” she replies, the mere thought of sleep enough to make her yawn, “Good thing he’s so cute.” She looks back over to the game, which was just about to end, and smiles at Aaron from across the pitch, offering him a little wave that he returns. She spots the other women, the moms of both teams watching his every move. 

“Last time you were here I seem to remember you making your feelings about the soccer moms very clear,” Dave says, never missing a thing as always. The mention of it makes her cheeks flush slightly. Aaron liked to say that she all but mounted him in front of everyone to mark her territory, something she thought was a slight exaggeration. 

“I was pregnant,” she says, defending herself as she kisses the top of Hugo’s head, “I wasn’t entirely in control of my emotions.” 

Dave hums in his throat, “I’ll believe you, thousands wouldn’t.” 

Hugo fusses, crying sharply for a moment until Emily focuses her attention back on him, stroking the back of her finger down his cheek. 

“You’re ok, sweet boy,” Emily says, running her hand up and down Hugo’s back through the baby carrier securing him to her chest, “You’re ok.” 

“What’s wrong with mini bossman?” Dave asks, smirking as uses the nickname that Penelope had assigned the baby the first time she met him. 

“He’s just grouchy, and stop calling my son that,” Emily replies, narrowing her eyes at him. 

“Well you did name him after a fashion brand,” he quips and she looks at him, her glare deepening. 

“I did not, I named him after the man who created the sci-fi genre.” 

“I always forget how much of a nerd you are,” Dave says, clearly having fun winding her up, not phased by her annoyance in any way. 

“Why are you here again?” She asks, looking down at her son, smiling when she sees he’s fast asleep. 

“I help Aaron with the team.” 

“Sure,” she replies, raising an eyebrow at him, “That’s why you’re all the way over here, pissing me off instead of over there helping.” 

He pauses and looks at her, a smile she’d almost call proud if she didn’t know any better  “You know, you somehow manage to still be quite intimidating, even with a baby strapped to you.” 

“Thank you,” she says genuinely, looking over to the sidelines and seeing Aaron talking to a couple of women she recognised as the mothers of Jack’s school friends, two women she knew were called Angela and Mary. She tries to maintain her cool, reminds herself that they are just being nice, and then she sees one of them reaching out to touch Aaron. Her hand squeezing tightly around his arm. Emily clenches her teeth and clears her throat, “Let’s go put that to the test.”

She walks away without saying anything else, and only hears Dave’s response as she does so. 

“What was that you said about it being pregnancy hormones?” He asks, laughing as she flips him off whilst she walks away. 

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Aaron has to hide a smirk as she approaches. A determined look on her face that is in no way made any duller by their baby strapped to her chest. 

“Honey,” she says, her voice as sweet as he’d ever heard it as she makes it to his side, “I missed you.” 

She smiles as Angela and Mary take a step backwards, fake smiles etched on their faces. 

“You missed me?” He asks, his eyebrow raised at her as she puts her arm around him, her fingers digging into his ribs slightly.

She hums in response, “So did this little one,” she says, nodding down to Hugo. 

“Well,” he says indulgently, the smile on his face letting her know he knew exactly what she was doing, “I missed you both too.” 

Emily finally acknowledges the other women, both of them still staring at the couple. “Andrea, Mandy,” she says, purposely getting their names wrong, “It’s good to see you both.”

“It’s Angela and Mary,” Angela says, her smile almost as fake as Emily’s. 

“Right, sorry,” she says, sounding anything but, “Baby brain.” 

“He’s adorable,” Mary says, reaching out to touch Hugo but Emily steps backwards, her hand coming to rest on his back as if to protect him. 

“Thank you,” Emily replies, “We’re very proud of him.” 

The silence they fall into is slightly awkward until Angela speaks, “Well we should get going, the boys will want lunch.” 

“Good to see you,” Emily says, watching them go, her smile fixed on her face until they are no longer in sight. She turns to look back at her husband, her eyebrow raised, “Have they been flirting with you like this the entire time I’ve been at home on Saturday mornings looking after our son?”

“I feel like there isn’t a safe way to answer that question,” Aaron replies, kissing the top of her head as he cups the back of Hugo’s, smiling at his youngest son. 

“And who tries to touch someone else’s baby?” She says as if he hadn’t spoken, “Who knows where she’s been.” 

He laughs at that, no longer able to hold it back as he kisses her head again before looking down at her. 

“Settle down, sweetheart,” he says gently, “You scared them off quite successfully,” he kisses her when he sees her frown hasn’t gone away, “You’re somehow still incredibly intimidating even though you have a baby strapped to you.”

Her lips twitch in a smile at that and she tilts her head back in Dave’s direction, who was now talking with Jack. 

“Your best friend said the same thing.”

“You said the same thing about yourself?” He asks, his eyebrow raised and she rolls her eyes, her smile breaking out fully across her face. 

“You’re ridiculous.” 

He hums, putting his arm around her shoulder as he leads them towards Jack and Dave, the thought of pancakes at their favourite diner all but calling his name. She leans into him a little bit, her hand linking with the one draped around her as she makes eye contact with Angela and Mary again. 

“You’re coming to every game from now on, no matter what aren’t you?” 

“You bet your ass I am.” 

-x-

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Buddy Daddies Episode 1 Review: Are You the Daddy?

It's been a while since I last did solid reviewing for anime. Sometimes, my anime watching funk meanders like a wave. However, Winter 2023 has interesting anime, so I am willing to resume my anime reviews.

You can read my review on my blog (Click here) but if you don't want to, continue below.

The reason I picked up Buddy Daddies as one of my two go-to watch for Winter 2023 is because I like Spy x Family. I like the concept and premise of Spy x Family and Buddy Daddies seems like it. While the premise of the two shows are similar in that two people with dangerous jobs adopt a child, but that’s where the similarities end.

The story is about two assassins that are polar opposites, Kazuki Kurusu (28) and Rei Suwa (25), and are roommates. Kazuki is more domestic and womanizing while Rei is just tired, emo and is only proficient in assassination. They live their lives through acquiring assassination jobs they receive from their colleague and they are accidentally responsible for caring for Miri Unasaka after they killed her biological father in the first episode.

Yes, the guy who pointed a gun at Miri is her father, NOT Kazuki. You can tell the difference from the eye color and eyebrow size. Miri and her biological father have amber eyes and her father has thicker eyebrows. Kazuki’s eyes are red and he has thinner eyebrows.

The VA cast is SICK! Toshiyuki Toyonaga and Kouki Uchiyama reunite once again! If you’re not familiar, these two have been paired up in anime such as Blast of Tempest (the main leads), Kimi to Boku (as two of the four childhood friends) and Yuri on Ice (as Yuri Katsuki and Yuri Plisetsky). These two are perfect pairs to play as leads! Also, you can’t have a BL-ish anime without the BL Emperor himself, Toshiyuki Morikawa! Him being casted here is a sign of the BL-coding! I never heard Hina Kino before, but her voice as Miri is super cute! Because of Tosshi and Ucchi’s previous leading roles with each other, their voices have so much chemistry and it shows in their characters! I can’t wait to see more to hear how all the cast mesh together.

However, this is most likely not going to be a BL anime. It’s not because Kazuki is presumably heterosexual, but it’s because it’s not stated as such. I consider these ambiguous BLs because they’re not BL, but are targeted for the fujoshi demographic. But hey, that doesn’t mean it’s not enjoyable. You’re also allowed to see it as BL if you wish to do so.

I’ve never watched a P.A. Works show before, but I really love the smooth movement in animation, especially during the Rei scenes. They’re so fluid. Other than the Rei scenes, I really like the running animations. The scene with Miri jumping to Kabuki’s arms is also another good scene. 

Because the show started off in media res with the two already living and caring for Miri, it’s unknown how much time has passed since their first encounter with her that Christmas Day. It seems that Rei isn’t used to her yet, so the story will probably take place some time after the little prologue scene with the two.

I’m curious to see where this goes. Kazuki and Rei don’t seem to have a solid friendship yet, so I’m sure living with Miri will ultimately change that for both of them. There are also a lot of questions that form from the first episode alone. My biggest question is if they’ll get that cat by the end of the show. That cat deserves to live with them. Kazuki deserved that clap back from Rei.

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The Name Game: A SIREN'S SONG Epilogue

Paring: Rooster x OC Harper "Siren" Mitchell-Bradshaw

Warnings: Language, Child Birth, Allusions to Smut, Hangman being Hangman, Fluff, 18+ Minors DNI

A/N: Okay so this is the first fic from the Siren's Song universe that doesn't have a song inspiration. But I had been tossing the idea around for this to kind of wrap up that universe but there is always the possibility of me writing more for Harper and Rooster because I love them!

"Alright Bradshaws... are we ready to find out what Baby Number 3 is?" The ultrasound tech asked Harper and Rooster as they waited paitently for the image of the third and hopefully final Bradsahw child to pop up on the monitor.

"Yes!" They said in unison. "Well... it looks like Baby Bradshaw is a..."

"Rooster, Siren, there yall are finally!" Hangman loudly greeted the two of them as they walked into the Hard Deck. All of the members of the Dagger Squad had gathered there to hear the gender of the newest Bradshaw.

"Mommy! Daddy!" Goose and Cara called jumping off of their Uncle Bob to run and greet them. "So... what's the baby in your belly Mommy?" Goose asked looking at her with wide eyes. "I can't say yet until Grandpa Mav gets here... you wouldn't want him to miss out on the news would you buddy?" Harper said ruffling her sons hair.

As if on cue Maverick walked through the door to the group. "So?" He said looking at his daughter.

Harper rolled her eyes "Well... Baby Bradshaw is a...."

"Wait!" Hangman cut her off. "What now Bagman?" Rooster asked "Well... we might have placed a little wager on this and I need to make sure I have everyone down correctly. We each put $100 in a pool. So Me, Omaha, Yale, Harvard, Halo, and Payback all say girl. Bob, Fanboy, Coyote, and my lovely wife Phoenix who betrayed me all say boy. Mav, you want to get in on this before we know for sure?" Jake offered.

"Eh, why the hell not... I say boy." Maverick responded tossing his money in the pot. "Well I guess I'm going to have to say girl then." Penny said putting money in as well. "Can I bet on both?" Amelia asked.

"Sorry Milly no can do you have to pick one." Hangman told her. "Fine, I'm with mom and say girl." She responded tossing her money in.

"Alright bets are closed. You may proceed m'dear" Jake said stepping aside and gesturing for Harper to take center stage.

"Okay, well I am so sorry to those of you who are about to lose some money. But, Baby Bradshaw... is... a... BOY!" Harper cheered.

"Fuck!" Hangamn cursed "Haha, don't worry babe, I'll take you out for a nice dinner with my winnings." Phoenix said patting him on the back.

"So I'm gonna have a brother?" Goose asked. "You sure are little guy." Rooster said "Cara, how do you feel about having two brothers?" He asked his daughter picking her up. "I'm happy Daddy!" She smiled.

The team celebrated the newest addition that was on the way well into the evening until Cara and Goose both started letting out yawns indicating it was time for bed.

Later that night Harper and Bradley laid in bed talking. "So have you thought about names?" Harper asked rolling over to her side. "Actually I have." He replied scooting closer to her. "Okay, what were you thinking? Because I thought maybe we could use your middle name? Alexander might be good." Harper said.

"Absolutely not." Rooster shot her down quickly. "Why not? It's a good name!" She protested. "Babe you know I hate my middle name. Like I love my parents but my initials literally spell BAB and everytime I here 'Alexander' I just think about my mom or Mav scolding me... I am just not here for it." He explained.

"I was thinking Thomas... Tommy or Tom for short... after Ice." Rooster told her.

"Thomas Bradshaw... I like it!" Harper agreed. "But what about a middle name?" She asked him.

"Alight... hear me out, you might think I'm crazy for saying this... and hell I might be, but I have a good reason I promise. What if we gave him the middle name Jacob?" Rooster looked at her hopefully.

"Jacob?" Like what Jake is short for? As in Lieutenant Comander Jacob Levi "Hangman" Seresin?! Jacob? You want to name our son after Bagman?!" Harper was shocked that Hangman of all people was who Rooster wanted to name their new son after.

"I know, I know, I sound insane. But, the dude has quiet literally saved my life two times, even though he never ceases to piss me off, he really is my best friend, and without him, there would be no us or Baby Number 3 if you think about it." Rooster explained to her.

"You really do make a good point. Okay. I'm sold. Thomas Jacob Bradshaw it is. But we cannot tell Jake until the baby is born deal?" She asked "Deal" Rooster affirmed kissing her goodnight

"AHHHHH" Harper screamed as another contration hit her. She gripped Roosters hand tightly as she pushed. "I swear to God Bradley Alexander Bradshaw you are never touching me again after this. No more office quickies, no more back of the Bronco hook up, no more shower sex, NOTHING!" She yelled at him. It was all Rooster could do not to laugh. He knew she didn't mean it she was just in pain and needed an outlet. Hell when she was in labor with Caroline she had threatened to castrate him.

"You're doing great honey just keep pushing and breathing" he encouraged her rubbing her back.

"Don't tell me what to do!" She yelled as she pushed again.

"He's almost here Mama, I see his head, give me one more big push!" The doctor told her. Harper straightened her back, clamped down on Rooster hands, planted her feet and pushed until she couldn't give anything else.

Soon a healthy cry was heard in the room "What a beautiful baby boy! The doctor said holding Thomas Jacob Bradshaw up for them to see. The baby was quickly cleaned up and placed on his mothers waiting chest.

"Hey buddy, awww look at you! Hi baby! Hi Tommy!" Both parents cooed over him. It was late when the newest Bradshaw had made his arrival in the world so the only people who met him besides his parents that day were his grandparents and siblings . Maverick and Penny both laughed and cried at his name because of the tribute to Iceman and the big head it was going to give Hangman.

Rooster called Jake and Tasha the next morning for them to come to the hospital to meet their godson before the rest of the team did. While they waited for them to arrive Harper dressed Tommy in a onsie with his full name on it to surprise Hangman.

"Hi guys! Can we meet our godson?" Phoenix asked when she came in the room. "Of course, but Jake, I want you to hold him first if you don't mind." Harper said gently handing him the baby.

"I don't mind at all. Hey there buddy. I'm Uncle Jake and I am your Godfather and I cannot wait to buy you your first slingshot and teach you how to hit your dad in the head with it." He said holding the new baby. He had yet to read the onsie Tommy was wearing.

Tasha looked over and immediately saw what it said and she looked happy and shocked. She looked over at Rooster and Harper who shared a silent laugh with her and an understanding not to say anything yet.

"So what's this little guy's name?" Jake asked as he rocked the baby in his arms. "For a pilot you aren't very observant Dickhead." Phoenix scolded him.

"What do you mean?" He asked turning to her confused. "Look." She said gesturing to Tommy's outfit. Jake followed her hand and looked at the baby.

"Thomas... Jacob...Bradshaw" he read outloud. "Thomas... like Iceman that's pretty good." Hangman said to Rooster and Harper. It still hadn't clicked for him that his godson was named after him. "Thomas Jacob, strong name. Thomas Jac... wait a second..." the light bulb finally went off as the realization came to him. "Jacob? Like me... you named him... after me?" Hangman asked with the slightest quiver in his voice.

"We sure did Jake. It was Roos' idea. He said that since you kind of saved his life twice and are basically the whole reason we were able to get together and are like his best friend or some shit that it would be cool to name our kid after you." Harper laughed.

"I'm your best friend?" Hangman asked looking even more confused. "Well I assumed you were considering you risked your life for me twice and were the best man at my wedding and I named my whole ass kid after you." Rooster laughed. "Am just not your best friend?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"I guess you are... even though you are a giant pain in my ass." Jake told him. "Listen buddy it isn't too late to change his name on his birth certificate" Rooster half threatened, half joked.

"Yes it is Bradley." Harper quipped from her hospital bed. Rooster turned around and shot a glance at her for raining on his parade.

"Jake are you going to hog our godson this whole time or am I going to get a chance to hold him?" Phoenix asked trying to get the baby from her husband's arms. "Oh shit... sorry babe... here you go" he said handing Tommy to her.

"God he is so cute. Si, Roos, yall make the cutest fucking kids I swear!" Phoenix giggled. "They might make the cutest kids for now honey, but ours are going to be waaaaayyyy cuter" Jake joked. "Well see about that Bagman. My kids are fucking adorable." Harper jabbed at him.

A few weeks later Harper and Rooster had brought little Tommy to the Hard Deck to meet the rest of the Dagger Squad. No one knew the newest Bradshaw's name yet because Hangman just had to be the one to tell everyone Rooster of all people named his kid after him.

As the new family of five entered the bar everyone was talking and laughing loudly. Harper picked Tommy out of his car seat to show him to everyone. They all oohed and ahhed over the baby and how cute he was. Goose and Cara never left his side, they were both fiercely protective of the newest addition to the tribe which made everyone laugh even more.

"Alright can I have everyone's attention please!" Harper yelled over the group. "I know you are all eager to know what the baby's name is. So without further ado everyone please meet..." Before Harper could finish, Hangman in true Hangman fashion cut her off and grabbed Tommy.

"....My Godson Thomas Jacob Bradshaw!" Hangman beamed. Everyone cooed at the announcement knowing that Tommy was named after Iceman.

"Wait A Damn Minute!" Coyote yelled from the back of the group. Everyone's head snapped to look at him. "Am I crazy of did he just say that the baby's middle name is Jacob?" He asked looking at Rooster and Harper.

"You aren't crazy Yote... you heard right Bradshaw named his kid after yours truly seeing as I saved his life... twice... and since I'm his best friend and all." Jake said with a shit eating grin on his face as he held his godson.

"Good Job Rooster, as if his head wasn't big enough already." Bob laughed.

"You ever think he is going to get tired if telling people we named Tommy after him?" Harper asked her husband. "Absolutely not." Rooster laughed.

"Hey little mama looks like this guy is getting hungry." Jake said handing Tommy back to Harper. She quickly grabbed a bottle to feed him. Phoenix came over and joined the trio.

"So Rooster..." Hangman began. "Seeing as how you gave the little guy my name.... when we find out what Tasha and I are having, would you be okay if we name it after you of we have a boy?" Jake asked placing a hand on Phoenix's stomach.

"Oh my God you're pregnant?" Harper giggled with glee.

"Yes...shh.... you're the first people we've told. I found out two weeks ago!" Phoenix smiled.

"Well I'm happy for yall." Rooster said patting Hangman on the back.

"Enjoy having the cutest kids for now, because Baby Seresin is going to take that title in about 7 months" Jake laughed as the two couples rejoined their friends.

Hope yall enjoyed. The next fic I am working on if for my boy Bob so keep an eye out for that one!

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PJ's Daycare [Interpretive Reboot]

WARNING: Mentions of drugs/alcohol. This post has been marked mature. Read at your own discretion.

Hot take warning: I think PJ's Daycare was meant to be a story told by adults, for adults. I know most people see PJ's Daycare as a quirky little AU idea, and that's fine. Got nothing against that. But after the dream I had of this AU where PJ was a recovering alcoholic battling depression and childhood trauma, I can't see it as anything but mature now. Yes... my dreams are really that lush. Most of my story ideas come from dreams... how do you think Student's Echoes came to be? Anyways, hear me out here. And remember that this is just my interpretation of things, you do not need to "follow this canon" so to speak.

My idea for the story of PJ's Daycare is mature. Not mature in the sense that it has a lot of nudity/sex or crude humor, but mature in the sense that it deals with very heavy topics. Such as drug abuse, addiction, rehab, major depressive episodes, loneliness, feeling like you have no direction in life, etc.

Such as PJ here. A few weeks after his 26th, he was arrested for drunk driving after a night at the local bar. He had just started experimenting with heroin, because one of his bar buddies said it would help him drown all those sorrows. We all know that doesn't work. When presented in front of a judge, they sentenced him to community service and rehabilitation. PJ will be provided housing near the police station, with weekly visits from his parole officer. PJ will also be required to go to group therapy as well as personal therapy. And, of course, he will serve his community service - in a local daycare/orphanage.

At first, PJ HATES IT. Not only because he doesn't have access to his "best friend", but also because he has withdrawal headaches that stab his temples. And his group therapy peers are annoying. Aaaand his parole officer is quote, "Too happy." Aaaaaaaand his best bud since high school keeps dropping by to talk about his growing career and pregnant wife. Ugh. Noisy little snot-nosed brats from a daycare don't exactly help with that. Over time, do you think it grows on him? Better hope so. Omni may be his ex wife who never wants to give him anymore chances, but they did have a son together. And Monochrome misses his daddy.

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