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heartandfangs · 1 year

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HALOS, HORNS & EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN.

GENRE Roommate AU, Smut, Hint of Romance

PAIRING Jongseong/Jay x Fem!Reader x Heeseung

WARNINGS 18+ ONLY MDNI, Threesome, Cursing, Jealousy, Breast worship (what’s new), Making out, Oral sex (f!receiving), Mention of food, Light biting, Daddy kink, Role play, Cum eating/swapping, Unresolved feelings, Dom!Jay, SoftDom!Heeseung, PowerSub!Reader, HeeJay are pervs

SUMMARY After several long months of ignoring the angel and devil living across the hall, said roommates take matters into their own hands to please you on your special day.

WORD COUNT 4k

AUTHOR’S NOTE This one’s simple but kinda crazy?? ngl I REALLY got carried away with the wc for this first request, but I’m going to try and keep the others shorter so I can get through them quicker. Definitely felt less pressure while writing this for fun tho. Happy birthday 🪶 anon! I took some artistic liberties with your simple request lmao, but hope you and everyone enjoy it regardless (if it’s not ur cuppa tea dw!) 🖤🤍🖤🤍

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After an incredibly rough week of work, you’d completely forgotten to switch off your alarm last night so you could sleep in for your birthday. It was your long-awaited day.

“The fuck,” You groaned before tapping the screen of your phone to silence the obnoxious sound.

Clambering and scurrying footsteps could be heard outside your bedroom and in the shared kitchen. A nagging feeling in your stomach told you that you wouldn’t be allowed back to sleep any time soon.

After about a minute, you noticed the sound of your roommates gathering outside your door— then knuckles tentatively rapping against it.

You pulled your duvet over your head and curled up tighter onto your side, refusing to answer.

Another knock.

It was more insistent this time, annoyingly so.

“What?” Your grumpy tone made it known that they were unwelcome visitors this early in the morning.

Please go away…

Jay, seemingly unbothered by your attitude, cracked open the door, surveying your condition before swinging it wide open to reveal a birthday cake in his hand.

Heeseung didn’t look any better than you in his black sweatsuit set and cowlicked ash-gray hair hiding his half-lidded eyes. Jay more than likely dragged him out of bed to help him prepare your surprise, yet he still gave you a smirk behind Jay’s shoulder and flashed you a peace sign.

With a mischievous smile, Jay strode to the edge of your bed wearing a typical pair of gray sweatpants and a black tank, his lean arms on display. “Morning, birthday girl.”

Heeseung made his way in and released a handful of red and pink balloons that floated to the ceiling; you’d think it was Valentine's Day or something. “Happy birthday, ___.”

Slowly, you dragged yourself up to sitting, keeping your blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders. You rubbed your eyes, “I can’t believe I sabotaged myself with my alarm today.”

“Happens to the best of us,” Jay balanced the cake in one hand as he kneeled on the floor by your bed and ran a hand through his pale blonde hair, “And well, now you just have more of your day to enjoy. But first, cake.”

Of course, they knew better than to sing. You sighed and stared down at the simple, pink-frosted cake piped with red dollops in a heart-shaped border.

In the center was written in red frosting:

u can’t pick ur dad

but u can pick ur daddy(s)

hbd!!!

You snorted and pressed a hand to your lips, raising an eyebrow at the two. Grammatically, it didn’t even make any sense, but you guessed it wasn’t supposed to.

“What the hell is this? Which of you—” You barely managed to get out, shoulders shaking from laughter as you eyed Heeseung and gave Jay a look of scrutiny, “Or should I even bother to ask?”

In return, Jay playfully swiped the pads of his fingers across the corner of your lips, effectively smearing a bit of pink cream onto your skin.

“Hey—“ Despite flinching, your tongue automatically darted out to sample the rich semi-sweet frosting, eyes widening in approval, “Mm!”

Jay chuckled and licked the remaining frosting off of his thick fingers, watching as you quickly averted his gaze, “I baked and decorated it. Obviously. But this guy stalked your Pinterest boards and saw something similar. So that’s how we got the idea, I guess.”

“Stalked? I just follow her,” Heeseung insisted, twirling the pink ribbon from a balloon around his finger. The two of them glanced at each other, and despite being touched by the sentiment, you paused.

While you had some pretty questionable content saved to the boards on your account, you definitely couldn’t have known Heeseung bothered to keep an eye on them.

What else did they see?

“Oh— how thoughtful of you,” You glanced over at the culprit, who suddenly found your carpet fascinating.

Jay cleared his throat and gestured the candle-lit cake towards you, its dancing flames taunting you, “Well, make your wish before the candle wax melts all over it, ___. Anything you want?”

“Hm,” You casually stretched your arms and shrugged off your blanket to reveal your gym shorts riding up your thighs as you crossed your ankles, “So if I wished for you both to leave me alone right now, you’d grant my wish?”

Heeseung untangled his finger from the balloon ribbon, blinking in surprise just as Jay’s shoulders slumped slightly, a flicker of hurt unexpectedly crossing his features. The blond pressed his lips together and stood to his feet.

“Well, if that’s what you want. We’ll leave you be.”

“Jay…”

He nearly bumped into Heeseung on his way out but stopped at the sound of your sultry voice.

Heeseung seemed enraptured as you gnawed at your lips and ushered Jay back with a simple look and tilt of your chin. The younger man’s gaze settled on the stretch of your thin cotton shirt over your breasts, and you felt yourself flush.

“I’m fucking with you both. Bring my pretty cake back.”

Both of them seemed to perk up as though they misheard you before trying to cover up how your choice words affected them.

Jay huffed at your smug grin, “Go on then, blow it out, princess.”

With a roll of your eyes, you leaned forward and blew out the candles lined along the top of the rosy pink cake, leaving a trail of smoke in the air.

“There, I made my wish. Thank you, boys.”

The last word seemed to grate on Jay’s nerves, with the way he haphazardly slid your cake onto your desk.

“Hey, be careful. Why wouldn’t you handle your hard work with care? I’m gonna eat that later,” You quipped.

“What was your wish?” Jay dared to ask, crossing his arms as he leaned back onto your desk.

That earned him a weird look from you.

“You can’t just ask her that,” Heeseung nudged Jay in his side and took the opportunity to sit next to you, the mattress dipping under his weight. Heeseung was a bit intimidating in size, but his proximity didn’t make you uncomfortable in the slightest— or so you liked to tell yourself. “We’re not done with your gifts yet.”

You faced him and leaned back on your hand, placing the other atop your thighs, skin suddenly prickling with goosebumps. “No?”

Heeseung couldn’t help the subtle smile playing at his lips due to the unnecessary but predictable tension between you and Jay, “We know the extra attention isn’t your favorite, but just for today, don’t fight it.”

“What do you mean? Don’t fight what exactly…?” You continued to feign confusion, feeling your heart thump erratically as Heeseung tucked your messy hair behind your ears and dragged his soft caress along your warm cheeks.

You felt a sense of adoration in his touch, those languid eyes of his melting into your own so you wouldn’t have doubts about what was to follow.

“This,” The manner in which Heeseung moved against you was gentle but confident, his moist lips capturing yours as though he didn’t want a second with you to go to waste but still knew he could take his time with you.

How could you fight such a sweet kiss?

Not long after, Heeseung began to playfully prod his tongue along your inner cheek before swirling it against yours, slowly dropping his palms down your delicate neck, then even lower, until he found your soft breasts. The squeeze of his warm hands around them sent a jolt through your body and tightened the knot in your belly; you couldn’t help but arch your back to press closer to him with an airy moan.

It took a second before you realized the gravity of what you were doing with your shyest roommate and steadied yourself against his chest. “Heeseung—”

Then you felt a rougher set of fingers hook underneath your jaw and steal you away from Heeseung’s kisses.

Jay stood over you and held you in place, pressing a frosting-dipped thumb past your lips, the flavor awakening your tastebuds once more.

“Suck,” Jay commanded under his breath, which was somehow more intimidating than if he were to shout it. As he pushed the pad of his thumb down onto your wet muscle, you obediently closed your lips around the knuckle of his finger and met his keen eyes.

He nodded approvingly, “That’s a good girl.”

It was common for the two of you to always give each other a hard time, but if he ever overstepped his boundaries, he always made up for it through an unexpected warm gesture or a home-cooked meal the next day once things had simmered down. He wasn’t as much of a hardass as he let on.

At first, Heeseung appeared to be the most laid-back and benevolent of you three, but you always figured he was more of a maverick than one might initially guess. It wasn’t until he started playing clever pranks on you after a couple of months of getting to know him that you realized you’d finally cracked through that bashful exterior of his.

Although the three of you shared an undeniable chemistry that allowed you to live together as roommates without entirely wanting to rip each other’s throats out, neither of them had ever made a move on you before— and you couldn’t have ever guessed they’d make a move on you together.

Were there signals over the months that you’d missed? Looking back, yes, that might’ve been the case— but you’d chosen to ignore them due to an inability to make up your mind. Perhaps that’s why things were getting out of hand; you’d driven the two of them up the wall, and they had no choice but to retaliate.

All you could do right now is try to make it through whatever they had in store for you… and somehow, you didn’t mind that.

“Hate it?” Jay asked.

Judging by your heavy eyelids and the sweet hum of your voice vibrating against his digit, he had an idea that it was quite the contrary.

“Figured,” Jay removed his thumb from your mouth with a pop and leaned over to pull you against his lips for a crushing kiss of his own.

He was all heat and didn’t hesitate to tug your lips between his teeth or shove his tongue against yours until you were red in the face, gasping for air and more of him simultaneously.

“Mmh— Jay!”

He gave you a haughty look and continued to make a mess out of you, ruthlessly nipping at your ear and down your neck, knowing that you enjoyed the roughness of his affection. It almost killed you when he slowed down a bit, eyes flickering open to stare at you with his forehead pressed to yours, breathing the same air as you.

Right then, you felt Heeseung mouth over the fabric of your shirt, gradually coaxing your nipple to hardness. With the moan you rewarded him with, he grew bold and pulled the fabric over your breasts to take the one closest into his mouth, suckling sweetly around it.

You swore your nipples had a direct connection to your clit because it pulsed against your tight shorts and made you sink your fingers into tufts of Heeseung’s dark grey hair with a whimper.

Of course, Heeseung would be the one to make you give in.

After seeing your lovely reactions to his other roommate’s ministrations, Jay promptly kneeled on the bed and caught your other nipple with his soft lips. You cried out as he released it with a smack, only to continuously flick at the tip with his tongue, sending you into oblivion.

The two boys worked in tandem to pleasure you, tugging at your delicate nipples and laying kisses on your burning skin, the delicious sounds of their mouths worshiping your body falling on your ears. How they had their own ways of going about it made you feel even more cherished by the two. This was the kind of gift that kept on giving.

“Oh my god, that feels so good,” Panting, you tipped your head back and squeezed your eyes shut, letting the pleasure wash over your body at being tended to with such enthusiasm. Your panties were growing wetter by the second.

“I told you she’d lose it once we started milking her tits,” Heeseung commented, reaching up to stroke your cheek with his thumb, “Like the feeling of getting milked that much, baby?”

The way Heeseung addressed you made your stomach do flips.

“Mmn, yes… You guys are fucking— ah— crazy,” You whined helplessly.

“We’re not the ones posting kinky shit to our public socials,” Jay deflected with a hoarse laugh, remembering something in particular he saw on yours that he liked.

He continued to suck and knead at your breast with the intent to make you swell under his touch, and by the time you were begging for release, he wanted you to be soaked through your little shorts.

With a bit of tooth and control, Jay gradually sucked around your areola until you let out a delighted yelp, in which he quelled your pain with laps of his tongue. He was extremely cognizant of how your hips twitched, inviting him to touch you further.

“Hngh— please, it’s not like I planted a seed in your minds. You were both perverts to start with,” You shot back despite feeling stranded in the fog of bliss, “Jacking off in the shower with my soap…”

Jay, in particular, froze at your accusation.

“I’ve used that brand my whole life and noticed each bottle went quicker ever since I moved in with you two. And then jacking off in my bed when I’m not home—”

You punctuated your slight annoyance by curling your fingers around Heeseung’s cheeks. That irked you a bit more than Jay’s shower antics for hygienic reasons.

“I can smell your shampoo all over my pillow, you know. Can you at least change my sheets out of courtesy once you’re done? Bet you wanted me to figure it out, didn’t you?”

The entirety of Heeseung’s skin above his collar turned a deep shade of scarlet, his large eyes shining from embarrassment. “Shit, uh. I-I…I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll even do your laundry for a month.”

“What, so you can steal another pair of my panties?”

Heeseung couldn’t hide his startled expression. A few seconds passed before a smirk made its way onto his flushed face, and he wet his lips. “‘Course not …”

Jay cocked a brow at Heeseung having been exposed to the degree that he was. Really, the two of them should’ve known better. Although the blond wasn’t sure if there were more things Heeseung’s done that you hadn’t caught onto yet, he knew that to be so in his case.

“I knew it all along,” You sat up straighter and stroked Jay and Heeseung beneath their chin, spreading your legs to reveal how your arousal had seeped through your layer of panties staining the fabric of your bottoms a darker, enticing shade.

With greedy looks in their eyes, both boys set their sights on the evidence of your excitement, saliva collecting under their tongues.

“So, how are you both really gonna make up for such shameless, deranged behavior?”

Heeseung felt his cock twitch heavily in his sweatpants at your challenge, knowing it was all your fault.

“We were just getting to that part,” Jay appealed, caressing his hand along your inner thigh, dipping closer and closer to your warmth, “___, trust me, you’ll forget all about our fuck-ups in a few minutes.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” You directed Heeseung to continue stimulating your tits by dragging his chin forward as you leaned back onto your elbows.

He peeked over his shoulder at Jay, who positioned himself between your legs, and it was evident by the dark glint in his eyes that he wanted to taste you as well. However, you judged his sinful shenanigans to be greater than Jay’s and instead jerked his head towards your chest, your free hand gripping your breast.

“C’mon, Daddy, make my wish come true. Milk my tits and pussy, I want it so badly...”

That was a first. Your words seemed to reset the two back in order; Heeseung’s breath caught in his chest, but Jay fell back into the flow of things quicker.

“Shit, baby. We’ll give it to you.”

You squirmed as Jay ran his hot tongue over the seam tucked between your swollen mound, his fingers tugging at your waistband to strip you bare.

Heeseung held your hazy gaze as he yanked off his top, tossing it onto the floor before diving back into devouring your breasts. With each messy kiss placed on your chest, your entire body shuddered, and Heeseung found himself groaning against your skin from how amazing it felt to finally gratify his urges for you.

It was so satisfying to make you moan nonsensical things while feeling your nails scrape along his nape and upper back.

Once Jay freed you from your shorts, all that was left was your drenched panties, which he took an even more passionate lap at, shoving his tongue against the dip of your entrance through the fabric but all too conveniently avoiding where you needed him most.

“Mm, Daddy… please,” You whispered with a gulp, spreading your legs even wider to lure him in, “Please make me come on your tongue.”

Jay’s eyes softened; in return, he pressed a kiss to the flesh of your trembling thigh and began to remove the last barrier of clothing that kept him from your warm, wet pussy. “Alright, baby. I’m gonna help you come so much, okay?”

“Mhmm…” You nodded.

Ah, it was so different to see him like this. He’d always spoiled you one way or another, hadn’t he?

If only you noticed how his cock was straining in his pants at seeing you spread so prettily for him while thoroughly enjoying getting your tits sucked.

“I haven’t seen a pussy prettier than this,” Jay commented, catching his roommate’s attention.

For a second, you were given a chance to breathe and merely collapsed onto the sheets, staring up at the balloon-covered ceiling as Heeseung leaned over your body to enjoy the sight of your arousal dripping down your folds.

“Fuck, it’s so wet,” Heeseung murmured, his eyes drinking up the erotic view of you from above as he spread your lips apart with his middle and index fingers. “Look at that drooly little hole. It’s clenching so tightly…”

Jay chuckled, and you could only whimper, feeling Heeseung’s breath ghost over your pussy. Hearing them talk about you so casually caused your face to overheat; you wondered if they ever discussed you behind your back like this.

“Think this pink little clit would like it if we suck on it?”

Before Jay could respond, Heeseung pressed forward and swiped his tongue across your swollen clit, fit his lips around the nub, and then sucked.

“Heeseung!” You jerked against his face and reached back to grip your duvet, feeling more wetness drip onto your sheets.

Heeseung had the nerve to snicker in front of Jay’s face before pressing himself back up at the sound of your needy voice.

Jay’s jaw clenched, but he hadn’t made a move to stop the other male since it wasn’t against their agreement. All he could do was sink his grip into your mattress, pissed that Heeseung had just stolen the first taste of you from him.

Well, he did practically invite him over to gloat before feasting on you. He just didn’t anticipate that it’d backfire; should’ve thought twice about that.

Little did you know it’d work in your favor.

“Mm, knew you’d taste like candy,” Heeseung hummed, clearly trying to hold back a smile. He tipped your chin up, his voice low and tender, “Give Daddy a kiss, I want you to taste yourself.”

You were tentative in doing so but eventually got lost in the sensation of sharing the taste of your arousal with Heeseung. It made your lips tingle, toes curling against Jay’s shoulders.

“Ah…”

Every inch of your skin became a magnet for Heeseung’s lips as he kept himself busy, rubbing at your tits, fully aware of the havoc he’d wreaked with Jay. He supposed that’s one thing he shared in common with you— getting on Jay’s nerves when he felt like it.

Oh, were you feeling absolutely dizzy now, and even more so when a plush pair of lips you’d been missing began to make out with your pussy.

You exhaled harshly and glimpsed down your body at the blond tending to your aching mound. All that softness previously on display was gone; Jay’s never looked more starved than he did now, grip fierce on your thighs whilst plunging his tongue into your pussy.

“Oh fuck, Jay—!“

He wasn’t messing around. With each heavy drag of his hot tongue on your clit, your muscles seized, breath growing shorter and shorter, your body on the brink of an orgasm.

Heeseung latched onto your tit and rolled your other nipple under his fingers, watching your desperate expression from beneath his lashes.

With the incredible sensations you were experiencing all over the pleasure points of your body, you were done for.

Jay reveled in the fact that you couldn’t keep your plush thighs from squeezing tightly around his head. He was just as attentive to your responses as Heeseung, his kisses to your clit pushing you over the edge as your eyes fluttered shut.

Shocks of pleasure traveled up your core, causing spasms throughout your entire body. The boys couldn’t get enough of your precious moans echoing off your bedroom walls, and Jay seemed to be enjoying your high as much as you were. You felt his moans rumble against your skin— had a feeling he was savoring every drop of you.

Heeseung fondly ran his fingers through strands of your hair strewn across the sheets while your limbs were awash with ecstasy. Despite your twitching, you felt Jay continue to dip between your thighs and gather your creamy release on his tongue. Shortly after, he crept over your body and reached for your jaw, his eyes trained on yours as you felt his cock scorch against your abdomen.

“Open,” He urged, and not a second later, you were mindlessly offering him your tongue.

Your cream dribbled from the tip of his tongue onto yours, like honey— and just before the strand could break, he sealed his lips over yours, stroking deeply and slowly into your mouth like he wanted you to blackout in his arms from lack of oxygen.

Oh god…

After all that, you managed to let out a breathless chuckle and offer Jay a bashful smile which he returned.

“So, did we somewhat make up for our shameless, deranged behavior?” He asked.

Well. You supposed you could say you weren’t nearly as put off by the secret perversions that took place over the past several months as you were 30 minutes ago.

You swallowed thickly, adrenaline still coursing through your veins as you pressed your sticky thighs together. “Yeah… a bit.”

“Just ‘a bit’ she says. Good thing we have more gifts,” Heeseung exchanged a look of amusement with Jay and kneeled by your side.

He began to stroke himself over the jet black sweatpants hanging low on his hips, brazenly shooting you a heated look as he did.

Without thinking, you reached out to touch him, and his large hand immediately covered yours, guiding you to squeeze along his thick cock and feel him up as you pleased. You just couldn’t get your hands on enough of him— either of them.

Heeseung clicked his tongue.

“Wanna open mine?”

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A/N CONT.

Yay, I can finally add something to Jay’s repertoire! It was fun to see what naturally came out on the page for him in this fic, he ended up being Very Daddy. 😵‍💫 I actually started a femdom sub!Jay fic months ago but never got around to finishing it so I’m glad some other anons requested more of him lmao

I wasn’t sure if I’d like writing a threesome fic, but I thought I’d try it out– I didn’t hate it. A threesome tit sucking scene had been a long time comin 🤭 ANYWAYS Hee was a nice contrast to Jay in this as I’m still high off of him in NIIY. 🥰 This is also my first time writing in some aspects of a Daddy kink, but I’m still exploring it. Let me know if you enjoyed that aspect bc I know I usually tend towards more switch dynamics in my fics?

I was about to write a part 2, but I gotta get the other requests done! Also random but not, I feel like perv Hee is just a running joke in this fandom on here, so I’m just keeping the legend alive (again), he’s the official panty thief ™

As always, reblog, like or follow me if you enjoyed and check out my masterlist for more fics ⚰️🖤 It’s appreciated!

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dtrghost · 11 months

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closeness and proximity part.6

pairing: ghost x f!reader

synopsis: callsign is sunshine, because you're anything but. team 141 thought ghost was bad? at least they could crack a smile out of the guy from time to time, you? you were stone faced, all day, every day. until one day you're not, not with a certain someone anyway.

warnings: fluff, some angst, ooc simon, virgin! reader, 18+ smut, cunnilingus, piv, praise kink, this a softer smut, degrading terms are still gonna be used but in a praising way because i think after everything that's happened her first time shouldn't be too much, he still gets rough though. size kink, overstimulation!receiving, some masochism!receiving on simon's behalf, some sub!ghost, cursing.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

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The last half a year wasn't as bad as she thought it'd be. Turns out she wasn't a sociopath, she had some tendencies sure, but in reality she was just broken from years of unresolved trauma. She had a long way to go, but according to the reports sent to HQ by her therapist, Ms. Maeve Riva, she was making excellent progress.

Price moved out halfway through her leave, and at first she was happy about it, the flat was a lot cleaner, quieter, she had more space for herself and she could decorate it in peace without hearing him grumble about how feminine her decor was.

But she got lonely within a week, and adding on the depression from reliving her worst traumatic experiences, she'd end up calling someone to talk to, which was more often than not, Price. She trusted him enough for that, and she knew he wouldn't tell the team. She wanted them to think she was getting better, and in a lot of ways she was, but some aspects of recovery couldn't be helped.

It was the last day before she was officially off leave and back on call, and she wanted to make it memorable. She sat down in her usual spot in front of Maeve who smiled warmly at her.

"Last day! I brought.." She pulled out two half liter bottles of cherry coke, handing one to her with a cheeky look in her eyes.

"These, to celebrate you! Look how far you've come!" Her therapist gushed emotionally. She chuckled, cracking it open and taking a sip. She sighed at the burn of the carbonation as it slide down to her stomach.

"Thank you Maeve. Couldn't have done it without you and you're weird obsession with tea." Maeve rolled her eyes, snickering as she took a swig from her bottle. Normally she'd do this with alcohol, but knowing her client it was best not to.

"So what's on the agenda for today. Party your heart out, one night stand." She hummed, shrugging her shoulders.

"I was actually gonna call a friend of mine."

"Oooooo one night stand with a friend then. Those are always interesting." She laughed and looked at her incredulously.

"No no no just for some time to reconnect. I'm getting tired of being alone all the time." Maeve nodded, tilting her bottle towards her in agreement.

"Who's this friend of yours? Are they hot?"

"Name's classified, but damn straight he's hot. Shit. I wanted to climb him like a tree when we first met." Her eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Alright then. So have you asked him out yet?" She sighed, leaning back on the couch.

"Nope. Don't even know where he is right about now. Haven't tried to call in the last 6 months either."

"And why is that?" Here the therapy session truly started.

"About 2 weeks before I was put on leave we had an.. altercation. Meaning a knife to my neck and some hurtful words. He apologized, we moved on, but a part of me still feels like what he said was true." She knew what she was referring to, and she leaned forward and put her hand on her knee gently.

"You then and you now are two very different people. Yes your occupation requires more, gruesome methods of getting information out of people, but you feel remorse, you do it out of necessity. You can't keep beating yourself up about it." Y/N nodded, looking down at her phone for a second in contemplation.

"Give him a call. I'll be here with you." Her eyes flickered to Maeve's, only seeing comfort and reassurance. She sighed, her tongue poking at the side of her cheek for a moment before she picked up her phone and looked in her notes. She'd asked Price for Simon's number before he left, and she saved it for when she got the courage to actually contact him. She took a deep breath, hitting the call button and listening to it ring in her ear.

"This is Ghost." Her heart was beating out her chest, the sound of his voice causing her eyes to water involuntarily. Maeve noticed the immediate panic in her eyes and reached over to squeeze her hand, gesturing her to respond. She couldn't hear the conversation, but she could tell by her facial expressions the idea of what was going on.

"Uh-, hey, it's Y/N." All the air left his lungs for a moment, his throat dry as he sat up from his bed. It was his off day, so he back at his flat, watching some old crime movie that he'd seen a while back and took a liking to.

"I just wanted to ask if you um, if you wanted to just ya know, hang out with me later. If you can." She hated how she sounded. Her voice was shaky and she was having a hard time getting the words out. The silence was killer, and it was because he was shocked. 6 months of no contact and suddenly she's asking him to dinner.

"...Yeah. Alright. Time?" Her eyes blew open, Maeve cheering her on as she forced herself to remain calm.

"Does 6:30 work for you? I know you prefer staying in so I can-"

"S'alright I'll come to you. I know where you live anyway."

"Oh alright." It went silent for a bit, and she shrugged at Maeve's curious look.

"...You doing alright then?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah. I'll tell you about it when I see. I don't have alcohol so if you plan to drink you'll have to bring your own. Oh, and no masks. Bye." She hung up quickly, taking a deep inhale as she looked at Maeve with wide eyes.

"So you have a date then."

"I guess so. He's coming to me... fuck." She realized she had no idea when he was going to show up.

"We can cut this one short. I got you covered." She thanked her, seeing it was 4 and she needed time to get ready. She rushed home, cleaning up before racing upstairs to change where she was suddenly at a loss. What the hell was she going to wear?

Simon was in no better situation either, staring at his closet that consisted of hoodies, cargo pants, black t-shirts, and mostly work attire. What did a hang out at her place constitute? Nothing formal surely, casual? He decided on a black t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of black shoes he had that weren't too worn out.

The idea of no masks surprised him, but he didn't care too much. They'd known each other for years and he'd been meaning to find a reason to show her his face, and seeing her own. Then realization struck him.

Did that mean she's not wearing one either?

He couldn't help the sudden bloom of excitement in his chest and stomach at the thought of it. He sprayed on his cologne and grabbed his keys before heading to his car. He had memorized the way there, having driven by sometimes to catch a quick glimpse at her as a way to check in.

She sighed, looking in the mirror at her final look, fear and overthinking plaguing her mind. She didn't wanna look like a bum in her own house, so she put on a nicer pair of clothes, which was really just an all black, long sleeve two piece. She looked comfortable but put together at the same time, even if she was anything but the latter.

What if she just called him and said something came up? What if he's already driving over here?

A knock on her door interrupted her thoughts, mentally cursing herself as she sprayed herself with her favorite perfume and scurried downstairs while adjusting her hair. With a deep breath, the door opened and her eyes blew open, and so did his.

Fuckin' hell. I'm not gonna make it through the night. He thought to himself.

Her mask was off, revealing her perfect nose, skin, and god those lips. They were just the right size, shiny with whatever lipgloss she was wearing. She flashed him a smile that took his breath away. Her outfit hugged her curves in sinful ways that made him swallow his drool before it had to chance to run out of his mouth.

He was just as hot, the way his clothes perfectly hugged him figure, showing off the slim of his waist and broad, bulky shoulders. His pants accentuated his muscular thighs, getting just that much tighter around them as he moved in them.

His jaw was chiseled, as if sculpted by the Gods themselves, his scars added depth to his face with plump lips and a look that would make anyone's drawls or panties fall off. She's surprised hers didn't.

"You look great."

"You look beautiful." They said at the same time, their cheeks beginning to burn.

"Thank you Simon. It's good to see you again."

"It's good to see you too Y/N, oh and I.. I brought these.. for you." He pulled out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back, her eyes lighting up in surprise as she hadn't noticed his arm behind his frame in the first place. They were gorgeous. White roses with stems of lavender to compliment them.

"Awwww thank you. These are beautiful." She smelled them, humming at the aroma.

"Do you mind if I put them in a vase really quick?" He shook his head, watching her shuffle back into the flat as he trailed behind her, shutting the door. He took his time looking around, nodding to himself as he was impressed at how well decorated it was. He left his fairly bare, the walls were gray and he'd only furnished it with the necessities. He watched her walk back into the room, bending down to put the flowers on the coffee table in front of the couches.

He almost groaned at how perfectly those pants hugged her legs, complimenting the shape of her ass as she adjusted the vase to be at the center of the table. Her hair fell off to the side beautifully, her velvet locks entrancing him as this was only the second time he'd seen it naturally. He forced himself to look away as she stood back up, smiling at them before shifting her gaze to him. She noticed that he didn't bring anything other than the flowers.

"Not drinking tonight?" He shook his head, dropping his keys onto the table.

"Alright, do you want anything else? Water, I have some coke."

"Coke's fine." She hummed, quickly grabbing two bottles from her fridge and coming back to see him getting himself comfortable on her couch.

"Here." She passed it to him before taking a seat next to him, crossing her leg over the other as she grabbed the remote to put on a movie.

Fuck, those thighs of hers.

He couldn't help but let his mind drift off for just a moment.

How good they'd look locked around his head as he ate her pretty little cunt out until she was begging for him to stop. How'd they feel against his body as he fucked her through the night. Their smoothness, how'd they be shaking by dawn.

"Simon, you okay?" Her voice dragged him out. She looked at him curiously as he snapped out of it suddenly, embarrassed.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She pressed, making him snicker to her surprise.

"I don't think we'd make it to the end of the movie if I told you that." Her jaw dropped for a moment, suddenly not sure how to comprehend his blatant statement as her thighs unconsciously pressed together.

"Don't do that." He commanded roughly, eyes flickering away from her legs and his hand squeezing the bottle in his hand a bit tighter. Suddenly she understood, and she couldn't help the grin stretching across her face making him roll his eyes.

"I know I know, I'm hot. Don't gotta tell me." She teased lightly, chuckling to herself.

"Don't get all cocky on me now. You were the one fantasizing about me while I was in the shower that one time." "Fuck yeah. Told my therapist about it too, she thought I should've shot my shot when I had the chance back then." He looked over to her for a brief moment, watching as she took in the look in his eyes before they flickered back to the screen.

"You could still shoot it." He suggested quietly, his cheeks burning red as he took another swig of his drink. He wished he'd brought the damn whiskey.

"Would I miss?" He huffed a small laugh at her uncertainty.

"You never miss." Her throat went dry, her eyes darting around the room in front of her before her hand reached out to the one he had on his thigh, grasping it in hers before resting it on the meat of hers.

She sighed lightly at the feeling of his hand squeezing her quads, her eyes shutting for a moment as she let her head fall back.

"Call it a miracle if we get to the credits Riley." He chuckled, his thumb stroking her clothed skin gently. They watched the movie in tense silence, their breathing a bit ragged in an attempt to not jump on each other.

"So, how's the team been?" She began, watching him shift in his spot.

"S'been good. Soap's still a shithead but what's new with that." He listened to her chuckle, missing the melody of it.

"Not surprising."

"How's therapy been? Honestly." He was looking for a genuine answer, turning his head and seeing her bite her inner cheek for a moment.

"It's been rough at times, but I guess I should've been expecting that." She avoided Simon's gaze for a bit while, feeling a bit odd talking about it. When she looked back up, she noticed his look focused on her neck.

Her hand reached up, feeling the unevenness in the area from the scar that was left after he pressed his knife against her neck.

"It's okay, forgot it was even there." She brushed off.

"No it's not." Every part of him regretted that, he never forgave himself.

"It was justified. I threatened you before that too. You were just scared, rightfully so." She had reached over to the other side of him, grasped his clenched fist and gently poking her fingers through the break it apart.

"Si, honey. Look at me." His eyes flickered to hers, his chest tightening at the tenderness looking back at him as she squeezed his hand. She was so close, he could smell her lovely perfume, one that made his head spin.

"I forgive you. Okay?" He hesitated, his hand slowly relaxing as hers slipped in, intertwining their fingers for a moment before she sat back. She noticed the dazed look on his face, his mouth slightly opened as his eyes flickered all over her body, from her face, to her waist, to her legs, and back up.

"So how long have you had a crush on me for."

"Oh fuckin' hell."

"What it's a fair question! I'll answer if you answer."

"I'm not answering that."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Why not?"

"Because it's a bloody stupid question that's why."

"No it's not! If we're gonna fuck then I should at least get to know how long you've been waiting." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his eyebrow and listening to her laugh.

"Well, hopefully not JUST fuck, but I'll take what I can get." She added on quietly, picking at her nails with a small smile on her lips.

"Since a few months after we met." He answered suddenly, looking back up at her. His stare was intense, as it always was, his amber eyes boring into hers.

"Yeah. About the same for me. I didn't understand it for a while until I went through therapy, a bit before that but I wasn't completely sure until I talked it out." He nodded.

"Thank you, by the way." She spoke up, her leg beginning to bob nervously.

"For?"

"Everything. Trying to help me when I didn't want it, coming back for me, fighting HQ for me. All that stuff."

"Of course I came back for you." She placed down her bottle with a shrug.

"I didn't think you would."

Sick, selfish bastard. I don't want something like that on my team.

Those words had stuck with her, and he could tell.

"Oh um, speaking of. We did this thing in therapy where I had to write a letter to the person I think I hurt the most and you were one of them. I was gonna mail it but I never found the courage. Can I just give it to you now?" His eyes widened for a moment, placing down his coke on the floor next to him and giving her a curt nod. She rushed upstairs, opening her drawer and taking out the singular letter she had kept, the rest already having been shipped out.

She stared at it for a moment. Was she ready to hand this to him? For him to read her thoughts and emotions during one of the most vulnerable times of her life? She could say she lost it, accidentally shipped it to the wrong address by mistake. She could've just wrote "sorry for being a prick my bad" and moved on, but she made it personal, emotional, she was pretty sure that there was a stain on it from a tear that had fallen as she wrote.

"Get lost?" Simon called out, noticing how long she'd been gone. She took a deep breath before going back down, staring down at it as she took a seat next to him. He could see her hesitance to hand it to him, her fingers tightly glued to the sides.

"Read it to me then." He offered, shifting his body to face her.

"I'm not sure if that'll be any better."

"I disagree. Go on. Take your time." She felt small in that moment, his intense gaze causing her hands to shake as her finger glided over the indents of his name written on the front. She turned it over, gently slipping her finger underneath the seal of the envelope and opening it, pulling out the letter.

"I tried to keep it short." She spoke, her heart pounding and her voice wavering. He nodded, though she likely didn't see it with how trained her eyes were on the letter. With a deep breath, she started, her voice being the only sound in the room as Simon paused the movie.

"Dear Simon, I dreaded writing your letter because of how personal it would be, but I managed to force myself to pick up my pen and put ink on the page. This letter has no goal, and my therapist told me it was supposed to make me feel better, but that isn't the case for this one."

She stopped for a moment, feeling her throat close up and tighten.

"Take your time lovie." He crooned softly, watching as her eyes darted around the page. She could do this, she thought to herself, clearing her throat and beginning again.

"We've known each other for a few years now, and at first I thought we'd be great friends. We were alike in some ways and even if some our conversations were painfully awkward, I looked forward to them. I was excited when I found out that I was being moved to team 141 because I'd see you again. I used to stay up sometimes and think about some bullshit future with you, where we'd live somewhere quiet together, getting old with a cat and a small garden in the back or whatever else I imagined. But then I actually got there."

She could feel the tears burning in her eyes. Simon didn't speak, instead he just continued to stare at her with a soft gaze, watching the emotions flicker in her eyes, like the candlelight he had seen all that time ago.

"I was confused. I didn't understand why I imagined these fantasies about us or why I wanted to be around you in the first place. I couldn't handle all of it at the time. I had done horrible things in front of you, tortured people in ways that now I can't stomach thinking about. There is no amount of money or apologies I can give to take my actions back, to bring those people back to life and figure out another way. And I did it because I'd seen it done before. I've watched the strongest of people break in Verdansk, and I replicated it because I knew it would work, and that's what matters right? That i got the job done."

Her voice had cracked, the tears that had once blurred her vision now streaming down her cheeks.

"I know that none of this is an excuse, and I won't ask for your forgiveness because I know that I don't deserve it. But I need you to know that I'm sorry, for hurting you, for scaring you, for failing you. Your face in that room is what I see when I close my eyes at night, consistently reliving it every chance of sleep that I get. You tried to save me and I didn't let you, and I'll always regret that. You words stuck with me, and I promise that I will spend the rest of my life trying to make amends with myself and everyone else I've hurt. If you've gotten this far, thank you for reading, and for what it's worth, if anything, I'm truly sorry for what I've done to you.

Yours wholeheartedly,

-Y/N L/N."

He watched as she covered her face with the paper to try and hide her sobs, even though her body shook and convulsed lightly as she cried. His body moved before his mind did, getting up silently. She thought he was leaving, and she was okay with that.

"Hey, look at me." He cooed softly, gently taking the paper from her tight grip and placing it on the table behind him. Her eyes flickered to his, her cheeks red and puffy in his hands as he cupped her cheeks.

"I forgive you, Y/N." His voice was calm, even. She shook her head, her hands coming up to her face to hide her tears, only for him to pull her arms away and intertwine their fingers.

"What I said was fucked up. It's not true. You're not sick, you're not selfish. Do you hear me?" The resolve in his eyes only made her feel worse. She wanted him to hate her, to scream in her face and rip up her letter, but here he was. On his knees in front of her and holding her hands, doing the opposite.

"You're all I want, and you're all I'll need. I know that now, always have." He could still see the hesitance and disbelief in her wide range of emotions, so he did what he's been wanting to do for so long. His hands went back to her face, and with a gentle tug their lips met. It was almost too overwhelming, the sensations that flooded her senses soon overpowered her. She kissed back with the same fiery passion, sighing into his mouth as his hands dropped to her waist.

He rose, pushing her frame back into the couch, hovering over her. She was engulfed by him, he kissed her like it would be his last, pouring every ounce of his soul into hers, and she drank it gladly. She engraved the feeling of his soft lips on hers into her mind, feeling the roughness of his palms gliding under her top to feel her skin against his.

"Let me show you how much I need you lovie." He muttered against her lips, his eyes dark with lust, love, and desire.

"Let me take care of you."

Her throat when dry at his words as they sent shockwaves through her body, her thighs pressing together once more as heat gathered in the place she now needed him the most. With a single nod she was picked up in his arms, her legs wrapped around his middle as he began heading up the stairs to her room.

"Where." He followed her point to the right, pushing the door open with his hand and shutting it with his leg. His lips met hers again, moaning at the feeling of her hands combing through his hair. He tossed her onto the bed with a small umph, and she suddenly regretted wearing pants.

~ Oh we're switching to 2nd POV for this yall. Buckle up! Or should I say saddle up ;)))) ~

He settled himself between your legs, his hands squeezing the flesh of your plump ass as his lips hit yours, this time rougher and more needy.

"You ever done this before lovie?" He mumbled against your lips. Your breath hitched, your body tensing underneath his as you look away, embarrassed by your unspoken answer. He on the other hand, he loved it. His length grew impossibly harder at the idea of him being your first and your last.

He'd be damned to let you go again. You were it for him, it ended here, just you and him.

"Hey hey, look at me." Your eyes flickered to his, only to find fondness and excitement in his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours.

"It's alright love. I'm more than happy to be your first." He could feel you relax, his lips grazing over yours as he moved to your ear.

"I'll do it right yeah? I'll take my time with you, give it to you real nice and ruin you. You want that sweet thing? You want me to ruin you?" He could hear your uneven, shaky breaths as your legs pressed together, trying to relieve some of the pressure of your arousal. He groaned at the sight, of your small body under his and aching to be touched by his big, rough hands.

"Please Si." You whimpered, your eyes shiny with lust and need. He used his knee to push your legs open, his hand traveling down your body and cupping your hot sex. Your skin burned at him feeling how wet you were, the moisture pushing through your panties and just nearly to your pants.

"I know lovie. I got you, always have right?" You nodded vigorously, buckling your hips into his hand desperately for some friction. He hummed, pressing a sweet kiss on your lips before they traveled to your neck. You felt his tongue travel over your scar in a silent apology, one of likely many as his hand cupped your breast under your shirt. He loved how perfectly they fit in his hands, how soft and supple they were.

"How about we take some of these things off." His suggestion was more of an order, and you worked quick, pulling off your top and unclipping your bra as his knees sat on either side of your hips, watching with a raging hard on and sultry eyes.

"You're fucking beautiful love, so perfect for me." You felt vulnerable under his intense gaze, gripping the sheets to stop yourself from covering your chest. His head came down, swirling his tongue around your nipple as he teased and pinched the other one. Your breathy, soft moans were music to his ears, and they only grew louder as you felt him grind his clothed length against your core. He kissed and sucked, leaving marks all over chest to claim you as his.

"Simon" You whined, grabbing at his shirt, watching it ride a bit to showcase his lower back. With a smirk he lifted himself up for a moment, slowly peeling off his shirt as if he were giving you a show before tossing it somewhere in the room. Your hands began to roam, and he watched as you became entranced by him, your fingers delicately tracing his scars and running over his muscles.

You shivered, feeling his finger gliding underneath the waistband of your pants. You watched as he got off of you, sinking down to his knees as he began to slide them and your panties off of your legs. With a grip of your thighs he yanked you closer, amused by your small yelp as he examined your wet cunt.

Were you okay down there? Your thoughts began to race as he sat in silence.

"You... are a fucking goddess." His words caused you to gasp lightly, his hands pushing at your now arched legs to open them wider for him. You exhaled shakily at the feeling of him kissing and nipping at your inner thighs, leaving more marks he'd probably reencounter soon.

He was addicted to you already, fuck knows how many times he'll be in your room on base, doing just this.

He gripped your hips, cementing you in place before he licked a strip from your hole to your clit, listening to you moan as your head fell back against the bed.

"Eyes on me lovie. Want you to watch me eat this delicious fucking pussy." Once your eyes met his, he began eating you out like a starved man who had been deprived of a good meal for months. Your hands landed on his head in shock by his vigor and need as you moaned his name. He hummed, the vibrations adding to the hot pleasure that was coursing through your body as his tongue swirled around your clit.

"Fuck this is the best pussy I've ever had." He growled, his tongue entering your hole as he fucked you expertly. He forced himself to not thrust his hips into the bed for some relief, focusing all of his efforts into this moment. You moaned his name as you approached your orgasm, his eyes shooting up to look at you as he almost came from the way you said it. You felt his fingers replace his tongue, grinning at you as two slipped into easily.

"Gotta get this pretty cunt ready for me lovie." When his mouth attached to your clit and his fingers moved inside you, you saw stars, your hand gripped his free one that pressed flat of your lower stomach.

"Cum for me. Cum all over my fucking fingers." He instructed. He felt you clench down on his fingers, your head thrown back in ecstasy as your orgasm rocked you. He continued his motions until your whined, pushing at his head to get him off for a moment.

"You taste amazing, fuck I could do that for hours." He came up, pressing his lips against yours and shoving his tongue in your mouth, letting you taste your euphoria. You tugged on the belt loop of his jeans, feeling his chest vibrate against yours as he chuckled. He stood back up, your eyes trained on his body as he undid his button, letting his jeans drop.

Your eyes blew open, a sudden fear striking your heart. He was massive, his tip red in agony from the lack of attention.

"Si... that's not gonna fit." You told him. He brushed it off, stepping out of his pants and returning to his position, hovering over you.

"I'll make it fit. Don't worry." Shivers ran up your spine at his deep, raspy promise to you. You reached down, gathering some of your slick and beginning to slide your hand up and down his cock. his head hung for a moment, moaning your name softly. You sped up for a brief moment, only for him to yank your hand away with a shake of his head.

"This is about you love. Just do me a favor and say my name all pretty like you did earlier while I fuck you." You moaned, your arms wrapping around his neck as he grabbed the base of his dick, slowly pressing himself into you with a quiet groan in your ear. You felt yourself stretching to accommodate his size, your eyes flickering down to watch as he slowly disappeared into your sopping cunt.

He bottomed out with a moan, looking down at you.

"Any pain pretty?" Your cheeks burned at the pet name, shaking your head as he shifted your hips to get comfortable, listening to him hiss at the movement. He gives you a moment to adjust, and with your signal of buckling your hips into him for friction, he began thrusting into you. His pace was slow, following through with his promise to take his time with you as he memorized the feeling of your pussy clamped around him, hot and wet and needy for him to fill you up.

You soon began moaning loudly, still sensitive from his tongue as your nails pressed into his back.

"You're taking me so well Y/N, swear your pussy was made just for my cock." He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes as he fucked you.

"You were made for me love, made to be fucked like the pretty fuck toy you are." Your mind was sent into cloud 9, the feeling of his hips driving into you with purpose and need sending you over the edge.

"Oh fuck si right there!" He knew just how to fuck you, his length hitting the spot he knew would make you see stars, spots that had never been touched or stimulated in your life until now. He grunted at the feeling of your squeezing him again, kissing and sucking your neck as he pounded into you faster.

"Oh f-fuck yeah. Pussy feels amazing, so fucking good for me Y/N. I can feel myself, right here love" He took your hand and used his to push yours down on your lower stomach, feeling him fuck you with rhythm.

You were the best he'd ever had, and the best he'll ever have. No one could compare to you, nobody could moan his name like you could, make him feel good like you could. He was yours now, and he intended to let everyone, including yourself know that. The pleasure soon grew to be overwhelming, your fingers digging into his shoulder blades and making him shudder and whine into your ear.

"Fuck, do that again lovie. Mark me. Give me something to show off and let em know I belong to you." And you did just that. You left deep, red scratch marks on his back, kissing and nipping at his neck and his chest, leaving dark marks that he could flaunt later. His praises never stopped, him talking you through every orgasm you had and quickly slipping his cock back in when one had forced him out. He had no filter now, saying anything he wanted, which consisted of the filthiest words you'd ever hear him speak, and each time it would bring you and him that much closer to the never ending ecstasy you found in each other.

"S-Si I can't." You cried, tears rushing down your face as you pushed at his chest, the pleasure mixing with pain as your legs shook against his torso.

"One more for me. I'm so close lovie." Your want for him to cum was more than enough to help you persevere, his thumb coming down to rub your clit as he felt his orgasm approach.

"Where do you want me my love." He groaned, looking down at your fucked out face with his hooded eyes.

"In me. Please fill me up Si." You begged, your doe eyes big and watery. He let out a dirty moan you'd have to get out of him again later when you were able to move again as he let your legs down, fucking you fast in missionary, your legs locked around his middle.

"You want me to breed you huh. Dirty little girl, I'll give it to you. Fill that tight pussy up, you'll be full of me every day, walking around with my seed running down those pretty thighs of yours." His words sent both of you into a euphoria, your cum mixing together as he shot his load into you, your pussy having a vice grip around him as he shuddered. He managed to fuck you through yours, only stopping when you had begged him to with your pretty voice.

"Shhhh. I'll take care of you Y/N. Just trust me." He cooed in your ear, slowly pulling out of you and hearing you whimper from the loss of connection. He picked you up, bringing you to the shower that you lazily directed him to. He ran a bath, noticing how you were unable to stand up without his help. He scrubbed you clean, leaving loving kisses on your delicate skin, feeling you shiver as his tongue swirled over a few love bites he made.

When you were all clean he dried you off and helped you get dressed. You sent him to shower and managed to keep yourself up enough to grab some old clothes Price left behind that you cleaned and left in your drawer for whenever he came back for them, which was never. You laid on the bed, your eyes closing from exhaustion as you curled into yourself under your comforter, missing Simon's warmth and body heat. You were asleep by the time he got out, throwing his clothes into your laundry hamper and slipping into bed next to you, bringing your body flush against his.

"Goodnight lovie." He soothed, brushing your hair back and pressing a slow, loving kiss on your forehead before falling asleep with you, happy and content to have you in his arms.

That night was the first in 6 months where you slept through the night, no nightmares to plague your mind, no loneliness to keep you up in tears. You were in his arms, full of his love in every way, your closeness and proximity being the last identifier you needed to believe that life would get better.

And it would, you both knew it.

And that's it people!! It was my first time writing smut to be published so bear with me if it's bad. I might write a follow up chapter to this series but this is what I'll consider to be the last part! Thank you so much for your love and support and if you have an ideas for the next series, any hcs, preferences, smut etc let me know!

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itsmealaiah · 3 months

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Could I request another em fic where reader is Hailie’s friend or smth and it’s just like a “best friends dad” fic where it’s like forbidden but they’re just so drawn to each other. And could it have smut as well? I’m a sucker for forbidden relationship smut fics, especially ones where they get caught lmao I just read one where jughead caught reader fucking his dad lmao

yes.

fatal attraction

tags/ warnings: reader being hailie's best friend, p in v, age gap, reader and em going behind hailie's back, begging, cursing, dacryphilia, cloth around mouth (so hailie doesn't hear)

MDNI ⚠️

summary: being hailie's best friend includes some special privileges, including seeing the man you're strangely drawn to.

Your POV:

Hanging out with hailie at her dad's insanely large mansion, I'm sprawled across the couch, extremely comfortable, my head in her lap while she lays down as well, watching TV together. I had been here all day, just relaxing, going swimming or sitting outside a couple times, soaking up the beautiful sun, letting the warm rays consume and mark my skin with the yellow beams.

However, whenever me and hailie hang out, it's a golden opportunity for me and her dad, marshall, or marsh, my nickname for him. We've never told her, because it's mutual on both ends that she would lost her shit. So, we kept a vow of silence, going behind her back, keeping our little secret.

It wasn't really a big deal, we fucked every now and then, trying not to be too consumed by each other. But lately, I had grew more and more feelings for him, my attempts to push them down, to let them die only small hopes failing every time. "Hey y/n, I'm gonna make dinner, any special requests?" Hailie asked, lifting my head up from her waist, and I sat upright. "Hmm, maybe just pasta?" I questioned, my face curious. "Sure! sounds great, I could use the carbs" she laughed, and so did I.

My phone buzzed, the contact reading marsh. He was probably done with rehearsals, and en route home. I entered my passcode, and sure enough, the text read "hey, coming home now baby, how was your day?" I smiled, a small blush creeping across my face before I responded. "Good, how about yours? I'm at your place right now I waited a few moments, glancing at the TV and then back at hailie, my stomach craving the food. "It was fine, missed you though" the second text from him stated, my phone turning a bright shade of white. "The pasta's ready" Hailie called out. I walked over to the counter, sitting down on one of the stools.

"Who were you texting?" She asked suggestively, making me laugh. "Oh no one, just some dude" I shrugged it off. "Okay" She said, her words trailing off as she scrapped the noodles onto my plate. "It look delicious hailie, thank you" I compliment. I hear a door open, signaling marsh must be home. "hey dad!" She beamed, waving at him. I turned around as he was walking away, probably to get changed. I ate the rest of the pasta, and grabbed my belongings. "Thanks hailie, it was really fun today" I grinned, opening the door and leaving.

Well, not really. Me and marsh had come up with a plan a few weeks ago. I "leave", and go to his window. I knock carefully, trying to not make too much noise. "Hey baby" His voice is low and sultry when he opens it, pulling me in. "Good day?" I nodded as we made our way to the bed sitting in the middle of the room. He slowly pulled down my top, my breasts spilling out of the tiny bra I had chosen to wear today. "Fuck baby, you're killing me" He muttered, grabbing the small cloth we used each time, tying it around the back of my neck. "You gon' be a good girl for me?" Muffled noises could be heard from my lips, not escaping the mask, capturing each whine, each whimper.

"Ah ah ah baby, gotta stay quiet f'me" He whispered as his lips wrapped around my nipple, the hardened bud swelling against his tongue. He could feel everything through the small fabric, using it to his advantage. His eyes were hooded with lust and desire as he continuously tortured me, my back arching with every lick. He tore off my bra, shorts, and panties, leaving me completely exposed to him. His clothes followed mine, tossed to another part of the bedroom, as he spat on his hand, lubricating his dick.

He slowly slid in, each inch making me turn my head and bury my face into the pillows. I was blushing like crazy, even though we nad done this so many times before, too many times. "s'tight baby, ngh, feel so good" he moaned quietly, trying to cover his noises with his hand. "So wet, all for me, good girl" He whispered in the shell of my ear. His dick was easily leaving and re-entering my hole, covered in my juices.

"Oh babygirl, doin' do well, taking my cock so easily" He groaned. My legs were wrapped around his waist tightly, my eyes reeling from ghe pleasure. My mouth was open in a silent scream, even though he couldn't see it. "almost there, are you?" I nodded rapidly, and when he was going to finish, the door slammed open, my eyes meeting hailies.

Her jaw dropped, eyes widening at the sight of her dad fucking the living shit out of her best friend. "what the fuck" she sighed, walking out, closing the door behind her. My whole body was on fire, as he didn't stop, only going faster. "we're gonna finish this, you hear me?" He pulled the mask down so I could breathe properly. My mind was clouded with pleasure, so much so i didn't quite comprehend my next words.

"I love you!" I squealed, and he stopped.

"What?"

A/n: sorry if its bad 😭

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hey! i was wondering if you could write a jack champion or Ethan landry x reader about him sticking up for his gf or smth like that please and thank you xoxo

Frat Parties and Ex’s ; Ethan Landry

summary: ethan convinces you to go to a frat party with him, but before the nights over you are reminded that they never end well when your ex decides to push some buttons

pairing(s): ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol, cursing, underage drinking, shitty ex, violence, blood, kissing

notes: working on several requests right now!!

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You weren't the biggest fan of frat parties, but when your boyfriend had flashed his big brown eyes at you earlier today and asked you to come with him to one you just couldn't say no.

So here you were, hand in hand with Ethan, making your way across campus.

“Thanks for coming with me,” An appreciative smile made its way onto his face.

“You're lucky I love you.” You joked giving his hand a soft squeeze.

A light blush washed over Ethan's face, not yet used to hearing you say those three words.

“Sorry, what was that?” He teased, wanting you to repeat yourself.

You playfully rolled your eyes, “I take it back.”

Ethan faked a gasp, pretending to be hurt by your words. You couldn't help but laugh at his terrible acting.

“I just wanna hear it one more time.” There were those eyes again.

“I said I love you.” Your voice had lost its playfulness and instead found a more sincere tone.

“I love you too.” He hummed in satisfaction as you finally made it to the house the party was being hosted at.

There were several people scattered throughout the lawn, all of them engulfed in their own conversations. You could hear the music bumping from inside and could smell the faint scent of alcohol.

You didn't have much time before you were thrown into the chaos that consumed the inside of the house.

It didn't take long for you and Ethan to spot your friends that had gathered near a couch in a corner of the house. You immediately flocked toward Tara, Anika, and Mindy who had been sitting on the couch.

“Y/n! You're here!” Anika spoke excitedly while pulling you down to sit in between her and Tara.

Your body relaxed a bit as you sat down, “I’m here!”

Chad had already pulled Ethan away, more than likely trying to get him to take a shot.

The music was a bit quieter over where you guys had been, allowing you to talk to your friends in a normal voice instead of having to yell.

You were at least thankful for that, that is until the group of boys standing a few feet away from you said your name.

Tara had looked at you with wide eyes, already having noticed that your ex-boyfriend had been the one to say it.

The four of you stopped talking, trying to hear what was gonna be said next.

“The only thing that bitch was good for was a good fuck.” He laughed, more than likely knowing you were within an earshot and could hear what he was saying.

“He's an asshole.” Mindy pointed out, trying to make you feel better.

A few minutes passed and the boys had finally found their way back to the small couch.

Ethan's eyes had found you first. He knew you weren't the biggest fan of parties but the look on your face right now told him that something had happened while he was gone.

He walked over to you and bent down, “You okay?”

You looked up to meet his eyes. You could tell he was having a good time with Chad and you had no intention of ruining his night, “Yeah.” You gave him a reassuring smile.

He didn't believe you, but before he could question you again, you heard your ex’s voice for the second time.

“I mean come on, do you see the guy she is with now? He’s a fucking nerd. I ought to fuck her just to put that bitch back in her place.”

You felt like throwing up.

You hoped maybe Ethan wasn’t listening but when you saw the look on his face you knew he heard and he knew the comment was about you.

You tried to think of something to say, but you didn't even have time to contemplate before Ethan had gotten up and started walking over to the group of guys.

All you could do was sit in shock. Ethan was shy and sweet. He was usually quiet around people he didn't know and avoided conflict at all costs.

This wasn't that Ethan.

“Dude shut the fuck up.” His voice had turned cold.

You wanted to covet your eyes, half afraid you were about to watch your boyfriend get beat up by a group of frat boys.

Your ex immediately turned around. He had a look of amusement on his face as if he thought it was funny that Ethan was trying to stand up for you.

“Go back to your slut of a girlfriend and-” Before the rest of the sentence could be said out loud, Ethan had punched him, right in the nose.

“Holy shit.” You gasped.

Your whole friend group watched in shock as they saw their sweet little Ethan just break someone's nose.

“Bro! You broke my nose! What the fuck!” Your ex was doubled over on his knees as blood poured from both sides of his nose.

Although you knew you probably shouldn't be enjoying this, there was a part of you that did.

“Okay, everyone! Time to go!” Chad smiled while rounding up everyone and ushering you all out the door within 10 minutes.

Once outside Ethan immediately made his way over to you.

“Are you okay?” The soft look had returned to his face and his touch was gentle.

You tried to speak, but the only thing that came out was laughter.

You were laughing.

The confused look on your boyfriend's face made you laugh even harder.

“W-Whats funny?” He asked.

You calmed yourself down, “It's just, I can’t believe you totally just broke his nose. I mean he was all tough until that happened.”

Ethan was a bit relieved, “So you aren’t mad?”

You stopped walking so you could look at him, “Of course, I'm not mad. Thank you for sticking up for me.”

“I've always got your back.” He leaned down to give you a gentle kiss.

“Although I was kinda scared he was gonna beat my ass.” Ethan laughed nervously.

You shook your head with a giggle before grabbing his hand and making your way back to Ethan's dorm.

“No more frat parties for me.”

“Me either.”

#scream #scream vi #ethan landry x reader #ghostface #ethan landry #fem reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x y/n #jack champion #jack champion x reader

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2012aura · 1 year

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progression !

summary : cont of free treats, this is part 3!

wanring : marijuan use, cursing & idk what else

pairing : college!ellie williams x black!reader

the thing that you heard when you woke up was giggling, which wasn't unusual, dina and jessie were always laughing at some silly stuff. but when you moved around and realized that one, you were practically still cuddled against ellie and two your phone wasn't where you left it.

you touched everywhere, your boob, behind your back, even under the pillow, dina then came near you and saw you freaking out. "looking for something?" she said holding your phone with two fingers. these sneaky girls, jesus christ what kind of trouble did they get you into today? "real funny dina, can i have it back now?" you asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. she threw it to the empty space on the couch, and you swiftly grabbed it. you instantly went to instagram to see the post and you laughed.

you honestly thought it was gonna be a thousand times worse than them posting some pics of you and ellie cuddling. you laughed along with them, once they realized you weren't upset, rather you found it amusing. as long as ellie didn't see anything wrong with it, you would just leave it up. there wasn't anything bad about it, it just looks like friends cuddling, right? you yawned as you started to get up from the couch, letting the pads of your feet hit the cold floor. "damn what time did you guys come in?" you asked as you finally got up and made your way to the small makeshift kitchen, "around five i think, i honestly can't remember, me and dina were wasted." jessie said sitting on one of the chairs. "shall i make us my famous dish, es scrambled eggs and thee finest turkey bacon?" you said in a fake french accent, using your hands to pronounciate the words. "YES WE ARE STARVING!" jessie and dina yelled in union, and that woke ellie up.

"shit whatever it is, me too." ellie laughed, quickly adjusting to the setting in the room. you got started, using the last four eggs they had and the seven pieces of bacon they had, you made enough for everyone to eat once and have a leftover baked good from last night. well, the ones that were still left over, and once you were done chefing it up you served everyone. you all sat on the floor and joyed the silence between each other, speaking ever so often to mention something irrelevant. once everyone was done you did the dishes, the shorts you had on yesterday were rolled up because it became hot in the room quickly but you couldn't tell if it was because of ellie or the heat from the sun outside.

ellie was definitely checking you out the whole time and the other girls took notice, telling jokes within themselves about the obvious pinning. it was around eleven am, meaning you had to clock in to work in about an hour, and you decided to say goodbye to everyone. "guys i gotta go, duty calls! how about you guys come around and maybe we can hang out on my break, or even better after my shift and we can do something!" you said excitedly. they all gave you some form of agreement except for ellie, "sorry i can't make it, i have practice." that made you upset, you were looking forward to seeing ellie today but that was okay! you knew things came before you because you both were barely friends and not even CLOSE to dating so why should it affect you? "that's alright ellie, maybe next time!" you said cheerfully, knowing somewhere deep down it kind of hurt.

you left out the door with your pants from yesterday placed onto of your shorts and simply just left after the final goodbyes. you felt like you were missing something but you brushed it off, not remembering the bag that you had brought with you. but ellie definitely remembered, it smelt like pure weed and vodka and she just had to return it to you. it took you only around thirty minutes to get ready and you were off to your job. the walk wasn't too far, just around ten minutes so you took the short stroll and admired the outside life. it wasn't long before you arrived at one of your favorite places, this place felt like home to you. you opened the door and the little bell rang letting them know someone entered.

"we don't open for another ten- oh hey good morning [name], what good?" cameron said. his ginger fro sticking up, and glowing from the sunlight outside. "ah i see you listened about oiling your scalp, how does it feel?" you asked while you grabbed your apron from the hanger. "bitch it feels the same bye." he said jokingly before returning to preparing the baked goodies presentations, you laughed with him as you tried to stifle it. the owner of the shop came out from the back, flour all over his black apron. he was an elderly man, and it was his families bakery for years, and he loved what he did. he smiled at you both as she took a seat at one of the tables closest to you both, "good morning team, how are you both?" his low voice echoing because of the silence. "I'm good sir, spent the night at a friend-" cameron cut you off, "she means GIRL friend, sir," you hit cameron over the counter dividing you two.

that started a small and childish hitting battle between you both that your boss found amusing, "enough you two, but a girlfriend? I'm happy for you sunshine, if she hurts you in any way you know where to find me." he said laughing to himself, causing you to laugh along. "yes sir i know, thank you." you said walking your way behind the counter to finally start your shift, today was gonna be good, you could feel it in your bones. the shop started to fill immediately and you were on your feet at a fast pace, taking orders, making drinks, and serving them right up. one of your favorite artists came on, mac miller, the way featuring ariana grande. it was an absolute hit in your opinion, and you loved the song, it got you in such a happy mood. you were so wrapped up in work that you didn't notice ellie waiting to the side patiently. you told cameron to take over the register for a second so you could walk over to her, and he did. you walked over to her and looked at her for a brief moment before asking, "hey ellie, what did you need?"

she pointed to her back and you saw your bookbag, your sunflower-themed bookbag on her back, and that's what you had forgotten. "oh my lord, thank you ellie! i must've forgotten it on my way out," she handed you her bag, and you held it for a second. "well i should go now, i've got soccer practice, see you later!" she said as she walked out the shop. you were honestly left starstruck, and it took a second to get back to your sense. when you did you went back behind the register and threw your bag through the open kitchen doors and left it in the corner somewhere. you saw cameron and mr. anderson speaking secretly and you just knew cameron was spilling everything and anything he knew. the day went on and the customers were coming in nonstop which didn't bother you, and near the end of your shift, you saw jessie, dina, and ellie sitting down at a table. why was ellie here, didn't she have practice you thought to yourself as you finished your last drink of the day? you said goodbye to cameron and mr. anderson. taking off your apron and hanging it back up where it was first put this morning, you fixed your hair slightly and grabbed your bag from the back.

you walked up to their table and spoke, "seems like i have some stalkers today, hm?" you jokingly said as they got up from the table. ellie smiled at you as dina and jessie said hello to you by attacking you with bear hugs, you were still confused as to why ellie was here. "hi guys, i missed yall," you said into the tight hug. once they let go you asked ellie, "i thought you had practice today?" you said softly as you all were leaving out the door. "yeah i did but the coach's daughter got hurt pretty badly and she goes to a different university so he had to go to her, which means no practice till he comes back." ellie said joyfully. that was good news, you really wanted to see her pretty face again today. "alright folks lets go smoke in a park, first, we have to stop by my dorm to grab the goods," you said as yall started walking that way. it didn't take long for you all to arrive and you instantly unlocked the door with your keycard and let them all in. you all went up to your room and grabbed the weed and some snacks for the travels. the park wasn't too far and the whole time was spent talking and joking around so the walk was way shorter than it seemed.

ellie made sure to let you stand on the safe side of the street while she stood near the traffic. she came close to holding your hand a couple times as the other girls were wrapped in their own conversation. you guys arrived and went to your usual spot in the park which was a little beyond it in the near woods. well it was rather a walkway for couples but it had a lot of wooded area, and you all settled down on top of the "wood blanket" and opened the book bag. in it sat a bong, some weed, and snacks and that's all you guys needed, ellie started to pack a bowl for herself as you scrolled on your phone. as she started to hit it you took out your phone to take photos of her for instagram, once she was done she passed it to you. she has hit the whole thing so you had to refill it and hit it yourself, feeling the plant hit your lungs, you breathed it out. you started to subtly feel the effects as you all were talking.

it was no joke with this stuff, a little really does go a long way with these. you laid back onto the blanket and ellie lay beside you, you both were very starry-eyed and zoned out. ellie then pulled out a small joint from her pocket and lit it up, taking a hit and then passing it to you. you took a hit and then another and passed it back to her. until you got up and handed dina your phone and told her to take a picture of you with it in your mouth. she did and you laid back down once again, seeing your body drifting off like the wind blowing against you guys. you reached your hand to the side and you felt ellie's and you grabbed it. it was really warm so you kept holding it, and in ellie's dazed state she didn't mind, she found it comforting. the rest of the night was spent with you all goofing around and taking so many pictures to post later.

at one point you and ellie took a little walk down the path, holding hands and just enjoying the outside. the trees were beautiful and so was the moonlight. it hit you both so beautifully, and you both were now staring at each other with nothing but adoration and affection in your eyes. one thing led to another and now you both were very handsy making out behind a tree, but dina and jessie still had a very clear view of this. your lips hit ellie's with a powerful force, making her stumble back into the tree, your teeth slightly biting down on her lips as she moaned into it. she flipped you guys over so now your back was against the tree and she started to attack your neck with these bites. they weren't so painful but they made something inside you crave more, maybe it was the high or maybe you were genuinely enjoying it. but it all came to a halt when jessie and dina snuck up on you both and gasped loudly.

making ellie take her teeth off your skin and you cover your face in embarrassment, not that you were kissing ellie but that you were caught. after that, you all decided the responsible young adult thing to was head back to your dorm and sleep the high away, and that's exactly what you did. you and ellie shared and bed while dina and jessie shared the empty one in your room, but before you went to bed you had to post about your night.

blackmacmiller

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blackmacmiller the key to happiness is good weed, good company and late night adventures. i love you guys, @dinawina @ elliewilliams @jjessiemessy! my hearts in human form!

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dinawina i love you, way more ⭐️

> blackmacmiller lying again? wowza

jjessiemessy i hate you all

> blackmacmiller we love you too baby

> dinawina facts

elliewilliams thanks for the super awesome night, hopefully we have more of these

> blackmacmiller anytime you want, els

> dinawina FLIRTING I SEEE

cameronwalker & you say she not yo gf … bye GIRL!

> blackmacmiller gtfo cam, i’ll see you tmr

and with that, you were out like a light, hoping that your morning tomorrow could outshine the amazing day you had today. but you knew deep inside, nothing could ever top this bonding experience with your favorite people.

how we feeling … how we FEELING!

#2012aura♡#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fic #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x you #ellie williams #ellie williams angst #ellie williams x black!reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fluff #tlou fic #tlou fanfiction

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trespasser - chapter three

Ava likes to think about the scale of the world sometimes.

She can remember being back in Switzerland and listening incessantly to Hans complaining again and again about not being able to get a Playstation.

For weeks he would try whenever new ones would go on sale. He’d be on his phone trying to time releases and get it into his cart - only to have them sell out before he could get his payment information in.

He’d scream and curse in German, groaning dramatically as Ava giggled and even Beatrice had to slip away upstairs not to show her true colors and laugh.

At that moment, that was the greatest trial of his life.

All over the world, people are dealing with these kinds of issues, these tiny, yet all consuming things that frustrate them to no end.

For Hans, it was a Playstation.

For Ava however, her problem is that she returned from another realm, only to find out that the girl she loves is possessed by a demon and currently being held prisoner by the nuns who basically count as their family.

So yeah, Ava’s thinking about the balance of the world today, hoping Hans got his Playstation because maybe it’ll mean Ava can finally catch a break one day too.

Today however, is not that day.

CONT ON AO3

#avatrice #avatrice fanfiction #warrior nun #warrior nun fanfiction #watch as i bend the demon lore of wn to my will to tell the most angsty love story i can #also small content warning #this chapter is intense lol

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A fantasy read-list: B-2

Part B: The First Classical Fantasy

2) On the other side, a century of France...

As I said in my previous post, for this section I will limit myself to two geographical areas: on one side the British Isles (especially England/Scotland), and now France. More specifically, the France of fairytales!

Maybe you didn’t know, but the genre of fairy tales, and the very name “fairy tale” was invented by the French! Now, it is true that fairytales existed long before that as oral tales spread from generations to generations, and it is also true that fairy tales had entered literature and been written down before the French started to write down their own... But the fairytale genre as we know it today, and the specific name “fairy tale”, “conte de fées”, is a purely French AND literary invention.

# If we really want to go back to the very roots of fairy tales in literature, the oldest fairytale text we have still today, it would be a specific segment of Apuleius’ The Golden Ass (or The Metamorphoses depending on your favorite title). In it, you find the Tale of Psyche and Cupid, and this story, which got MASSIVELY popular during the Renaissance, is actually the “original” fairytale. In it you will find all sorts of very common fairytale tropes and elements (the hidden husband one must not see, the wicked stepmother imposing three impossible tasks, the bride wandering in search of her missing husband and asking inanimate elements given a voice...), as well as the traditional fairytale context (an old woman telling the story to a younger audience to carry a specific message). In fact, all French fairytale authors recognized Psyche and Cupid as an influence and inspiration for their own tales, often making references to it, or including it among the “fairytales” of their time.

# The French invented the genre and baptized it, but the Italian started writing the tales and began the new fashion! The first true corpus, the first literary block of fairytales, is actually dating from the 16th century Italy. Two authors, Straparola and Basile, inspired by the structure, genre and enormous success of Boccace’s Decameron, published two anthologies respectively titled, Piacevoli Notti (The Facetious Nights) and the Pentamerone, or The Tale of Tales. These books were anthologies of what we would call today fairytales, stories of metamorphosed princes, and fairies, and ogres, and magical animals, and bizarre transformations, and curses needing to be broken, and damsels needing to be rescued... In fact, these books contain the “literary ancestors” and the “literary prototypes” of some of the very famous fairytales we know today. The ancestors of Sleeping Beauty (The Sun, the Moon and Thalia), Cinderella (Cenerentola), Snow-White (Lo cuorvo/The Raven), Rapunzel (Petrosinella) or Puss in Boots (Costantino Fortunato, Cagliuso)...

However be warned: these books were intended to be licentious, rude and saucy. They were not meant to be refined and delicate tales - far from it! Scatological jokes are found everywhere, many of the tales are sexual in nature, there’s a lot of very gory and bloody moments... It was basically a series sex-blood-and-poop supernatural comedies where most of the characters were grotesque caricatures or laughable beings. We are far, far away from the Disney fairytales...

# The big success and admiration caused by the Italian works prompted however the French to try their hand at the genre. They took inspiration from these stories, as well as from the actual oral fairytales that were told and spread in France itself, and turned them into literary works meant to entertain the salons and the courts. This was the birth of the French fairytale, at the end of the 17th century - and the birth of the fairytale itself, since the name “fairy tale” was invented to designate the work of these authors.

The greatest author of French fairytale is, of course, Charles Perrault with his Histoires ou Contes du Temps Passé (Stories or Tales of the Past), mistakenly referred to by everyone today as Les Contes de Ma Mère L’Oie (Mother Goose Fairytales - no relationship to the Mother Goose of nursery rhymes). Charles Perrault is today the only name remembered by the general public and audience when it comes to fairytales. He is THE face of fairytales in France and part of the “trio of fairytale names” alongside Grimm and Andersen. He wrote some of the most famous fairytales: Sleeping Beauty, Puss in Boots, Cinderella... He also wrote fairytales that are considered today classics of French culture, even though they are not as well known internationally: Donkey Skin, Diamonds and Toads or Little Thumbling. The first Disney fairytale movies (Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella) were based on his stories!

But another name should seat alongside his. If Charles Perrault was the father of fairytales, madame d’Aulnoy was their mother. She was for centuries just as famous and recognized as Charles Perrault - when Tchaikovsky made his “Sleeping Beauty” ballet, he made heavy references to both Perrault and d’Aulnoy - only to be completely ignored and erased by the late 19th and early 20th centuries, for all sorts of reasons (including the fact she was a woman). But Madame d’Aulnoy had stories translated all the way to Russia and India, and she wrote twice more fairytales as Perrault, and she was the author of the very first chronological French fairytale! (L’Ile de la Félicité, The Island of Felicity). Her fairytales were compiled in Les Contes des Fées (The Tales of Fairies), and Contes Nouveaux, ou Les Fées à la mode (New Tales, or Fairies in fashion) - and while for quite some times madame d’Aulnoy fell into obscurity, many of her tales are still known somehow and stayed classics that people could not attribute a name to. The White Doe (an incorrect translation of “The Doe in the Wood), The White Cat, The Blue Bird, The Sheep, Cunning Cinders, The Orange-Tree and the Bee, The Yellow Dwarf, The Story of Pretty Goldilocks (an incorrect translation of “Beauty with Golden Hair”), Green Serpent...

A similar warning should be held as with the Italian fairytales - because the French fairytales aren’t exactly as you would imagine. These fairytales were very literary - far away from the short, lacking, simplified folklore-like tales a la Grimm. They were pieces of literature meant to be read as entertainment for aristocrats and bourgeois, in literary salons. As a result, these pieces were heavily influenced (and heavily referenced) things such as the Greco-Roman poems, or the medieval Arthuriana tales, and the most shocking and vulgar sexual and scatological elements of the Italian fairytales were removed (the violence and bloody part sometimes also). But it doesn’t mean these stories were the innocent tales we know today either... These fairytales were aimed at adults, and written by adults - which means, beyond all the cultural references, there are a lot of wordplays, social critics, courtly caricatures and hidden messages between the lines. The sexual elements might not be overtly present for example, but they are here, and can be found for those that pay attention. These stories have “morals” at the end, but if you pay attention to the tale and read carefully, you realize these morals either do not make any sense or are inadequated to the tales they come with - and that’s because fairy tales were deeply subversive and humoristic tales. People today forgot that these fairytales were meant to be read, re-read, analyzed and dissected by those that spend their days reading and discussing about it - things are never so simple...

# While Perrault and d’Aulnoy are the two giants of French fairytales, and the ones embodying the genre by themselves, they were but part of a wider circle of fairytale authors who together built the genre at the end of the 17th century. But unfortunately most of them fell into obscurity... Perrault for example had a series of back-and-forth coworks with a friend named Catherine Bernard and his niece mademoiselle Lhéritier, both fairytale authors too. In fact, the “game” of their “discussion through their work” can be seen in a series of three fairytales that they wrote together, each author varying on a given story and referencing each-other in the process: Catherine Bernard wrote Riquet à la houppe (Riquet with the Tuft), Charles Perrault wrote his own Riquet à la houppe in return, and mademoiselle Lhéritier formed a third variation with the story Ricdin-Ricdon. Other fairytale authors of the time include madame de Murat/comtesse de Murat, mademoiselle de La Force, or Louise de Bossigny/comtesse d’Auneuil. Yes, the fairytale scene was dominated by women, since the fairytale as a genre we perceived as “feminine” in nature. There were however a few men in it too, alongside Perrault, such as the knight de Mailly with his Les Illustres Fées (Illustrious Fairies) or Jean de Préchac with his Contes moins contes que les autres (Fairy tales less fairy than others).

A handful of these fairytales not written by either Perrault or d’Aulnoy ended up translated in English by Andrew Lang, who included them in his famous Fairy Books. For example, The Wizard King, Alphege or the Green Monkey, Fairer-than-a-Fairy (The Yellow Fairy Book) or The Story of the Queen of the Flowery Isles (The Grey Fairy Book).

# These people were however only the first wave, the first generation of what would become a “century of fairytales” in France. After this first wave, the publication of a new work at the beginning of the 18th century shook French literature: Antoine Galland translation+rewriting of The One Thousand and One Nights, also known later as The Arabian Nights. This work created a new wave and passion in France for “Arabian-flavored fairytales”. Everybody knows the Arabian Nights today, thanks to the everlasting success of some of its pieces (Aladdin, Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, Sinbad the Sailor, The Tale of Scheherazade...), but less people know that after its publication in France tons of other books were published, either translating-rewriting actual Arabian folktales, or completely inventing Arabian-flavors fairytales to ride on the new fashion. Pétis de la Croix published Les Milles et Un Jours, Contes Persans, “The One Thousand and One Days, Persian tales” to rival Galland’s own book. Jean-Paul Bignon wrote a book called Les Aventures d’Abdalla (The Adventures of Abdalla), and Jacques Cazotte a fairytale called La Patte de Chat (The Cat’s Paw). I could go on to list a lot of works, but to show you the “One Thousand and One” mania - after the success of 1001 Nights and 1001 Days, a man called Thomas-Simon Gueulette came to bank on the phenomenon, and wrote, among other things, The One Thousand and One Hours, Peruvian tales and The One Thousand and One Quarter-of-Hours, Tartar Tales.

# Then came what could be considered either the second or third “wave” or “generation” of fairytales. It is technically the third since it follows the original wave (Perrault and d’Aulnoy times, end of the 17th) and the Arabian wave (begining of the 18th). But it can also be counted as the second generation, since it was the decision in the mid 18th century to rewrite French fairytales a la Perrault and d’Aulnoy, rejecting the whole Arabian wave that had fallen over literature. So, technically the “return” of French fairytales.

The most defining and famous story to come of this generation was, Beauty and the Beast. The version most well-known today, due to being the shortest, most simplified and most recent, was the one written by Mme Leprince de Beaumont, in her Magasin des Enfants. Beaumont’s Magasin des Enfants was heavily praised and a great best-seller at the time because she was the one who had the idea of making fairytales 1- for children and 2- educational, with ACTUAL morals in them, and not fake or subversive morals like before. If people think fairytales are sweet stories for children, it is partially her fault, as she began the creation of what we would call today “children literature”. However Leprince de Beaumont did not invent the Beauty and the Beast fairytale - in truth she rewrote a previous literary version, much longer and more complex, written by madame de Villeneuve in her book La Jeune Américaine et les contes marins (The Young American Girl and the sea tales). Madame de Villeneuve was another fairy-tale author of this “fairytale renewal”. Other names I could mention are the comtesse de Ségur, who wrote a set of fairytales that were translated in English as Old French Fairytales (she was also a defender of fairytales being made into educational stories for children), and mademoiselle de Lubert, who went the opposite road and rather tried to recreate subversive, comical, bizarre fairytales in the style of madame d’Aulnoy - writing tales such as Princess Camion, Bear Skin, Prince Glacé et Princesse Etincelante (Prince Frozen and Princess Shining), Blancherose (Whiterose)...

Similarly to what I described before, a lot of these fairytales ended up in Andrew Lang’s Fairy Books. Prince Hyacinth and the Dear Little Princess, Prince Darling (The Blue Fairy Book), Rosanella, The Fairy Gifts (The Green Fairy Book)...

# The “century of fairy tales” in France ended up with the publication of one specific book - or rather a set of books. Le Cabinet des Fées, by Charles-Joseph Meyer. As we reached the end of the 18th century, Meyer noticed that fairy tales had fallen out of fashion. None were written anymore, nobody was interested in them, nothing was reprinted, and a lot of fairytales (and their authors) were starting to fall into oblivion. Meyer, who was a massive fan of fairytales, hated that, and decided to preserve the fairytale genre by collecting ALL of the literary fairytales of France in one big anthology. It took him four years of publication, from 1785 to 1789, but in a total of forty-one books he managed to collect and compile the greatest collection of French literary fairytales that was ever known - even saving from destruction a handful of anonymous fairytales we wouldn’t know existed today if it wasn’t for his work. In a paradoxical way, while this ultimate collection did save the fairytale genre from disappearing, it also marked the end of the “century of fairytales”, as it set in stone what had been done before and marked in the history of literature the fairytale genre as “closed off”. All the French fairytales were here to be read, and there was nothing more to add.

Ironically, Le Cabinet des Fées itself was only reprinted and republished a handful of times, due to how big it was. The latest reprints are from the 19th century if I recall correctly - and after that, there was a time where Le Cabinet was nowhere to be found except in antique shops and private collections. It is only in very recent time (the late 2010s) that France rediscovered the century of fairytales and that new reprints came out - on one side you have cut-down and shortened versions of Le Cabinet published for everybody to read, and on the other you have extended, annotated, full reprints of Le Cabinet with additional tales Meyer missed that are sold for professional critics, teachers, students and historians of literature. But the existence of Le Cabinet, and Meyer’s great efforts to collect as much fairytales as possible, would go on to inspire other men in later centuries, inciting them to collect on their own fairytales... Men such as the brothers Grimm.

#fantasy literature #fantasy read-list #fantasy reading list #fairy tales #fairytales #history of fairy tales #french literature #the one thousand and one nights #charles perrault #madame d'aulnoy #italian fairy tales #the century of fairytales #evolution of fairytales

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magicalgardenofhypnosis · 9 months

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Love Isle Resort Part 1

Jamie Lomas is a extremely hot British soap star actor on the English show the young, edgy and soapy Hollyoaks for a whole new generation.

He is visiting on vacation when I caught him in his hotel room upon a request waiting for him on the bathroom I can see him in the reflection.

The mirror previously cleaned he stops to be his own admirer posing at the mirror with s huge fake smile and dental implants galore of course.

He flips the light switch on the light radiating on him I continue to hide in the shadows of the bathroom as he looks up to see the light blink.

He curses the lights as he bangs the wall all goes dark for him his eyes stay upward lock on the light frozen on time it malfunctions according to my plan.

I glee with excitement sneaking out of the closet I reach in back of him embracing his body with mine as I dig my nose in to his shirt.

This lifeless husk of a body is mine it to play with hours unfortunately he taste sour and ripe from a few hours of the gym my hands enjoy.

My hands begin to roam on his body feeling how plump his pecs are, erect his nipples are and his upper body strength fully bulked up.

I lean in laying my lips on his skin first his face then down his shoulders tracing it to the chest and his abs so broad and godly I had to have him.

“Can you hear me Jamie? Answer me love” I demand of his attention instinctively.

“Yes…. I can hear you.” He replies to me.

“You will do everything I instruct of you.” I add.

“Yes sir.” He issues.

“Your cock, nipples and pecs are hard.” I tell him.

“Uummmmm….aaaaahhhh….yyyeeesss” he howls.

“It’s throbbing and you are burning fucking hot.”

“Oh God! It’s burning “

“Strip off your clothes you need too”

“These damn clothes….oofff”

“Much better “

“I feel sexy “

“Let’s play “

“First off get in the shower and clean up “

“Yes”

“After be my entertainment for the night “

“Your wish is my command “

“I am deeply programmed “

“In the mean time let’s peruse this den that use to be my hotel.”

“God most of this like a movie set”

“ Time to update the clothing for today”

“One swipe and the staff will prep the pool”

“Now for my main course “

“You are back? Excellent! Put these pieces on.”

“Meet my by the pool after “

“I have plans for you “

“Sir Yes Sir”

Leaving the room he compiled automatically as if on autopilot the clothes rip off the bed and the towel falls to the floor in a frantic way.

He cleans up the room putting everything in its proper place as I designed in his mind as his architect and now rule for a lifetime well obviously.

He grabs his wallet, keys, cellphone and his hotel room key as he exits the sweet aroma of the cologne I left for him mix with his own scent fills the halls.

He pops on the elevator pressing the pool side button as it descends his mind is in a whirlwind of emotions overtaking him in his own madness.

Walking off en glides over to me standing far too tall his shadow overcast on me then I grab him and yank his lips down to mine as we kiss.

We make out intensely feeling each other up in more ways then I can say as he kisses me slowly and we touch I am enamored at his ways.

“How do you register yourself?”

“I am slave nothing less nothing more”

“Good boi! This will be quite blissful.”

The end

Love isle Resort Part 2

“When you look in my eyes what do you see?”

“Fuck you prick”

“Look in my eyes “

“I said….”

“LOOK IN MY EYES”

“Damn it”

“It’s so much easier”

“To stare and obey “

“S-t-a-r—e”

“O-b-e-y”

“You belong to me”

“I belong to you “

“Take me to your room”

“Wait!”

“Yes”

“Finish your drink “

“As your wish “

“Let’s go “

“How about we do some role play”

“When you arrive upstairs….”

“YES MASTER!”

I exit the elevator walking on to the floor in a state of frenzy knocking on the hotel door for room 403.

Ashley Taylor Dawnson opens the door for me standing shirtless waiting for a pizza order as programmed.

He stares at me checking me up and down

I can see his cock growing, body pecs are bouncing and I assume control.

“Well hell there”

“Would you like to come in”

“Excuse me!”

“You heard me hot stuff “

“Where’s my pizza”

“I see it in your pants”

“Oh my god!”

“Sure! Let me teach you a few lessons”

“Hell yeah!”

“Slam the door “

“Crawl to me and kneel “

“Mwahahahahaha “

The end

#Ashley Taylor Dawson #Jamie Lomas #hypnosis #the lights #reprogramming #mind control #actor

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adarkrainbow · 7 months

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All fairytale fans heard about or know about the ATU, the Aarne-Thompson-Uther classification, this international classification of folktales and fairytales in numbered types.

But do you know that there are other fairytale classifications? Local fairytale classifications? And since I am French let me present you...

The Delarue-Tenèze classification. Also known as "Le Conte populaire français" (The French Folktales), of its complete title "Catalogue raisonné des versions de France et des pays de langue française d'outremer" (Reasoned catalogue of the versions of France and French-speaking oversea countries).

This book/classification, created by Paul Delarue and Marie-Louise Tenèze, and published in five volumes between 1957 and 2000, is a study of folkloric fairytales inspired by the ATU, which it heavily borrows from and frequently references. However, the Delarue-Tenèze classification is an exclusively French system. That is to say all the folktales and fairytales studied there are originating from France, or present in countries that inherited some of French culture. The complete list of countries is: "France, Canada, Louisiana, French islands of the USA, French West Indies, Haïti, Maurice island, La Réunion". By studying, comparing and classifying the French-speaking (or French-written) fairytales of these various areas, Delarue and Tenèze managed to create a complete study of the history and evolution of essentially French fairytales, excluding all the types of stories that are typically not found on French-speaking lands.

It was thanks to the work of Delarue and Tenèze that we notably can reconstruct what the fairytales of Perrault, for example, ORIGINALLY looked like before the author took them back and rerote them. I evoked this during my Little Red Riding Hood posts (I think it was in the one titled "The dark roots"). Delarue and Tenèze, by accumulating all the French variants of the fairytale they could find, separating those that clearly were post-Perrault (they had elements newly introduced by the author) to those prior to Perrault (or at least not "contaminated" by their written cousin), and looking at the geographical repartition of these tales, they could identify which elements exactly Perrault cut out of his tale (the wolf serving meat and wine to the girl, the removing of clothes in the fire, the cat cursing under the table...) and thus re-create what the fairytale would have originally looked like.

In this extent, this work is deeply needed for whoever wants to study fairytales in France or the French folklore. Unfortunately, after two "complete editions" gathering all the volumes in 1997 and 2002, the publishing house of the catalogue fell on hard times, and closed in 2011. Since this date, the catalogue is out of print, and you can only access it by having second-hand copies or borrowing it at libraries.

However - and I just learned of this today upon looking at my references - the work of Delarue and Tenèze (both unfortunately deceased) is still continued today, or rather was taken back by a group of anthropological studies of Toulouse, who are preparing three more volumes to add to the original catalogue.

If you are interested in what each volume contains:

Volume 1 and 2 cover the "contes merveilleux" (marvelous tales/magical tales - aka the fairytales as we understand them today).

Volume 3 is about the "Animal tales", mixing animal-featuring fairytales, Reynard the Fox-type of stories, and other moral and fables inherited by popular culture from La Fontaine, Aesop and more.

Volume 4 is about the "Religious tales", aka all the French folktales, fairytales and local legends that show France's folk-Christianity, mixing the heavily Christian (Catholic-flavored) culture of France, "first daughter of the Church", with the countryside legends and tales of witches, wizards, fairies, giants and other ogres, turned into demons, saints, angels and Virgin Maries.

Volume 5 is the "conte-nouvelle" (the "short story-tales"), basically folktales that are realistic sounding and just sound like non-magical, non-religious life stories or local legends.

#fairytales #fairy tales #french fairytales #delarue-tenèze classification #fairytale classification #fairytale catalogue #atu

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ssahotstuff · 1 year

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Aaron Hotchner Playlist Collection 💕

I Don’t Want To Miss a Thing part One can be found here

This is PART 2

I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing by Aerosmith can be found here

Warnings: pregnancy talk, pregnancy, sex with the intentions of getting pregnant, light choking, unprotected sex, cockwarming, cursing, mentions of food, 18+, descriptions of labor and childbirth but nothing graphic

Word count: 12.6 k

Flashbacks and text messages are italicized.

I use this ✨✨✨ for time jumps and POV switches

The thoughts had started one day long after you moved in with Aaron; they'd been sporadic at first, but now it was all you could think about with him.

A baby.

Maverick needed a sibling and you were desperate to give him one, but you were hesitant to mention the idea to Aaron, unless of course, he brought it up himself. You'd never had a conversation about it, but you weren't working, so you could easily manage a pregnancy, and he was no longer in the field, so the set up was ideal.

You stood at the sink, rinsing vegetables for dinner, Aaron and Maverick at the park near your house. You'd lived with him nearly a year now, and Aaron was thrilled to experience it all. Fatherhood looked so good on him, so you thought surely expanding your family could be good for everyone involved. You were waiting until they arrived home before you started dinner, which according to the clock would be any minute.

You sat with your feelings, and your hesitation to say anything for fear that he'd get scared; raising two kids was way different than just having one, and it was a big step to think about, growing your family. You started to chop up the vegetables for fajitas, and as promised, you heard the slamming of a car door which meant the Hotchner men were home. One of the first things you'd done was went to court and had Maverick's last name changed. Aaron deserved to share that with him, and any future children you might have.

You met them at the door, Maverick holding his arms out for you as soon as he saw you.

"Tell Mommy what we saw at the park," Aaron encouraged, and Maverick thought for a minute before answering, like he was trying to remember.

"Big dog!" He clapped his hands together cheerfully as Aaron told you about the German Shepard that was a bit too curious about Maverick; he wanted to follow him around, pulling his owner towards Maverick the entire time they were at the park.

"I was just about to start on dinner," Aaron took Maverick, coming to the kitchen so the two of them could keep you company while you cooked. Maverick was a lot like his dad when it came to watching you, happy to just be along for the journey, no matter what you were doing.

You watched Aaron with Maverick and wondered how he'd be with a little baby, a newborn. You knew when the time came, he'd be as helpful as ever, because even now there were times his eagerness to do things for you was something to be admired. He always helped you out, but now that he wasn't in the field, he had the time. He'd barely set foot in his office since you moved in, more interested in keeping up with you and Maverick.

"You know, Maverick was the only kid at the park today that was an only child. Everyone else had a sibling to play with," you perked up instantly, listening intently to what Aaron had to say.

"Oh?"

He nodded his head, cradling Maverick against his chest. He was worn out, and it was barely 7 pm. He was trying to hold on, but the more Aaron bounced him, the harder it got. Eventually his little eyes closed and he was out cold, clinging to Aaron.

"Do you want more kids? We should talk about that before I say anything else," he decided, his brow raised at you. You nodded, sautéing the peppers and onions as he swayed Maverick back and forth.

"I do. I've been thinking about a baby a lot," you admitted, a grin curling onto his lips. He put his finger up and excused himself long enough to go put Maverick in the bed, and then he came back, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind.

"Do you want to quit your birth control? We can start trying whenever you're ready," he sounded crazy about the idea, which took you by surprise. You wondered how long he'd been having the exact same thoughts as you, and why he didn't say anything sooner.

"I'll quit it today, if you're serious," you told him, his lips crashing into yours the minute you said it. He hugged you tight, careful not to let you burn the food, giving you a loving look as he peered down at you.

"I'd get to experience it all this time. You'd have me the whole time," he said softly, and the idea of doing it with someone rather than being alone made you want it even more. You'd be doing it with Aaron, and you had no doubt that he'd be as thoughtful and caring as possible the entire time.

"I really enjoyed being pregnant," you told him, his eyes lighting up as he scanned your body, squeezing your ass lightly, cupping it with his hands.

"I can't wait to see you pregnant."

You giggled, letting your backside brush against him deliberately as you finished up things at the stove. You could feel him, rock hard against your lower back as his hands wandered across your skin. He couldn't do much because you were preoccupied but that didn't stop him from touching you anywhere he could reach while you tried to plate your food. He took a plate and went to the couch and you followed, sitting down with him for the first time all day. He came home from work and immediately took Maverick to the park, and you'd stayed behind to shower and start work on dinner.

"So we're planning a pregnancy. That's a big step," he couldn't wipe the cheeky grin off his face as he looked at you, his smile contagious. You were excited for the path your life was taking and that you'd have Aaron by your side through it all.

"Very big. You sure you're ready for it?" You didn't want to scare him by rushing in too fast—you'd been back together for a year but you'd had no way of knowing if it was enough time or not until he mentioned it himself.

"Are you kidding? Of course I'm ready for it. Things are going so well, another baby would be the perfect addition to our family. Maverick will be in preschool next year, and you could be home with the baby. It's perfect, sweetheart."

You took your plates to the kitchen and joined him on the couch, slipping into his lap. He took you in his arms, bringing you to straddle him, his hands falling to your hips. He sat up slightly, bringing his hand to the back of your neck so he could pull you forward, meeting your mouth with his. You kissed him back eagerly, taking off his tie.

"You know, I can't wait to see how you deal with a pregnancy. The cravings, the hormones," he chuckled, his nose brushing yours lightly before he kissed you again, this time for a little longer, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth.

"I'm excited for every second of it," he shot back, your mouths tangled together in the heat of the moment, your hips grinding down against him as he moaned into your mouth. He started to strip you down, tugging your shirt off before he started working on his slacks and belt, sliding them down his legs furiously as you stood up to remove your pants. By the time you were back in his lap, you were bare against him, his boxers the only thing separating your bodies.

"So gorgeous, baby," he cooed, his fingertips blazing a hot trail against your thighs as he inched toward your center, thumb barely brushing your clit. Your hips bucked against him, but he kept you still with his hands, securing you in place on his lap.

"Aaron, need you so bad," you whimpered, and he groaned, sliding down his boxers so he could drag you onto his member, not interested in teasing you. You sank down on him, letting him fill you as you gripped around him, waiting until you were used to him to move your hips. He didn't want you doing all of the work, so he held you up a little and pounded into you from below, making you bury your head in the crook of his neck—it was almost too much, the satisfying way he slid into you, your arousal coating his member, making him enter you with ease.

"That's it, sweetheart. Going to fill you up, start working on putting a baby in you," he grunted, letting you take over as you bounced on his member, your eyes half closed from sheer ecstasy as you found your release, panting his name. From your current position, you could make out all of his gorgeous features, his long legs, his muscular thighs. He was gorgeous, and you were obsessed with him, from his voice to the way he looked when he was sleeping.

His hips met yours once more before he hissed and pulled you onto his length, coming deep inside of you as you tried to catch your breath. He let you climb off of him and slip on the shirt he'd been wearing before he stood up and led you to the bedroom, Maverick still sleeping peacefully. Normally you would've taken your birth control before bed, but you skipped it, crawling into bed with your two favorite men, wondering how you'd fit another baby in the bed.

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You had officially quit your birth control 8 weeks ago, your body suffering the consequences for more than two weeks after. You'd been moody, irritable, craving food nonstop. Aaron was a godsend, taking care of you, running to the gas station for late night candy cravings. He considered it practice for when you were pregnant and having cravings, and he truly didn't mind as long as you'd be happy in the end.

On this day in particular, you had just dropped Maverick off with your Aunt Claire for the day, since Maverick hadn't stayed with her in a while. She missed him and would offer to get him on the weekends sometimes, so you and Aaron could go out if you wanted, or just have the time alone. You had just pulled out of her driveway when you were hit with a overwhelming feeling of nausea, pulling the car to the shoulder to wait on it to pass. You hadn't even had breakfast yet, so you were unsure why you'd gotten so sick in a matter of minutes. You went home, because all you really needed to do was go to the grocery store and you could do that later; you needed to lie down and shake whatever was ailing you.

You felt a little better by lunch time and decided to eat a small snack before attempting to go to the store. You took small, cautious bites but still ended up getting sick, deciding you'd just wait on Aaron to go to the grocery store. You hoped he was feeling okay, and that you weren't contagious so you didn't get Maverick sick too. You checked your temperature, you didn't have a fever. Your next guess was food poisoning, but Aaron would've been sick too.

You came to the conclusion that you had a stomach bug and decided to lounge around the house. You called your Aunt Claire to let her know, in case Maverick started acting sick, but he seemed fine.

"He's played since he walked in the door. He doesn't seem sick at all," she assured you, but you didn't understand why you couldn't stop throwing up.

"I've been sick all morning, maybe it'll pass soon."

She went quiet for a second before clearing her throat.

"You couldn't be pregnant, right? You're on the pill," she was quick to toss the suggestion out but the lightbulb clicked for you almost immediately as you put two and two together and assumed you might be pregnant already.

"I quit the pill two months ago," you said simply and she gasped excitedly, urging you to go get a test.

"I think I'll do that," your keys were already in your hand and you got to the pharmacy quick, the green lights working in your favor. You bought two packs of tests and drove home, debating on waiting for Aaron or not. You decided to text him quickly to see what he thought, even though you usually didn't bother him at work.

I'm sick so I bought a pregnancy test. Should I wait on you?

You waited on a response but got a call instead, Aaron frantic on the other line.

"Don't wait for me, take one now. I'll stay on the phone," he was too excited to wait, so you went to the bathroom and took one, sitting it on the counter.

"Two minutes," you told him, the seconds ticking by slowly as you waited impatiently, only to frown when you saw a negative result.

"What's it say?"

You told him, but he didn't seem disappointed. He was quick to reassure you that you'd keep trying.

"We just have to give it time, sweetheart. We did it last time without any effort," he chuckled, lightening the mood some, but you were still slightly upset, and still wondering why you might be sick.

"I have another test, I'll save it for later," you told him, and he promised to be home soon. He was going to take an early day since you didn't feel good, so he could come home and help. You told him you were going to lay in bed until he showed up and he encouraged you to be as lazy as possible for the rest of the day. You were never sick, so he knew you needed to take it easy until you regained your strength. You'd been sick once before, when you first got together, and he'd called out of work just to tend to you, making you soup and tucking you into his bed to spend the day.

"I'll be home soon. Don't do anything until I get there," you promised him you wouldn't and you went to lay down, tossing the test in the trash. You'd only been asleep for maybe 20 minutes when he gently shook you awake, your pregnancy test in his hand.

"I don't think you waited long enough."

You blinked awake and sat up, not really sure of what he meant until he handed the test back to you and you saw the plus sign, which hadn't been there when you checked the test earlier.

"Wait, what?" You rubbed your eyes and looked at the test again, thinking maybe he was imaging things, but you saw it too.

"Maybe you should take that other test," he suggested, and that was the first thing you did when your feet hit the floor. He stood outside of the door and waited until you were finished, the two of you crowding around the little white stick to wait on the results. Sure enough, there was another plus sign, only it didn't even take the full two minutes to appear. You looked between Aaron and the test to make sure he was seeing it too, because it all felt like a dream.

"You're never sick. I knew something was going on," he was kissing you furiously, his arms wrapped around you as he stared at the test in disbelief, his hands coming forward to rest on your stomach.

"I was never sick with Maverick, so this is all new to me," you still didn't feel great although you felt better than before.

"Can you believe it? We made another baby," the smile on his face was enough to lift your spirits even if you felt awful, you couldn't help but be thrilled.

"I'll make an appointment this week, see how far along we are," it felt surreal; you couldn't believe you were pregnant already, but then again, you'd managed to get pregnant on birth control, so you knew the chances were good.

"When can we start telling everyone?" You knew Aaron wouldn't last with a secret this big—he'd end up telling everyone out of pure excitement.

"I should probably tell Aunt Claire. I asked her to keep an eye out on Maverick in case he got sick," you giggled, because what you had definitely wasn't contagious.

"Does this mean I can tell my team? You know, Penelope will be thrilled," she was always begging you to have another baby, because she'd enjoyed your pregnancy so much the first time around.

"Let's wait until I go to the doctor before we tell anyone, just to make sure everything's okay," he was willing to wait a little while longer, but he made you call and make an appointment right then; you'd be seeing the doctor in three days time, and then he could break the news to everyone.

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Dave was throwing a dinner party and you were planning to tell the team about your pregnancy that night. You'd gone to the doctor and found out you were 6 weeks pregnant, and everything looked good. The baby was healthy and growing at a normal rate, and you were due in June, so you wouldn't be pregnant during the hottest part of the year. Your Aunt Claire was the only person so far that knew, and that was because she was family and she'd already guessed.

You were patiently waiting on a bump but you had already started to notice a few changes. Your hips seemed curvier, your hair a little bit longer. You loved the way pregnancy treated your body, even if you gained weight, you always felt great during your pregnancy and Aaron was like a dream, always complimenting you any chance he got, making you feel so special. He was dropping Maverick off at Aunt Claire's for the night; she wanted the two of you to have a good time together, and she wanted to spend as much time with Maverick as she could since he wouldn't be the only baby anymore; she'd treat your kids equally but she'd make sure to spoil Maverick while she could.

You were getting dressed, waiting on Aaron to return, noticing how much better your clothes seem to fit now that you had a little bit of baby weight on you. You were putting the finishing touches on your makeup and hair when Aaron pulled in, admiring you from the doorway of the bathroom as you got ready.

"Gorgeous girl," he purred, taking a step forward so he could stand behind you at the mirror, looking at your reflection. His hands snaked around your waist, gripping your hips as you finished up.

"You ready?"

He shook his head, his mouth connecting with your neck, sucking gently at your sensitive skin as he worked to pull your dress up. Once he had it past your hips, he was shoving down his slacks and teasing your already slick folds with his cock before his palms met your back and bent you over the counter, your hands gripping the marble tightly in anticipation.

"I need to feel you before we go anywhere," he hissed, sliding into you slowly, your ass in the air as he stood behind you, filling you completely. His hand met your neck briefly, squeezing the sides of your throat tentatively until you nodded at him in the mirror and his grip tightened on you, enough for you to feel a slight pressure.

"Look at yourself, baby. You look so pretty on my cock," you met his eyes in the mirror, the slamming of his hips against yours creating a pressure that was too much to ignore; you were trembling in no time, your knees nearly buckling underneath you. You struggled to keep your eyes open as he drilled into you, his name falling from your lips, echoing off the tile in the bathroom. With one final thrust, he filled you up, careful not to make a mess on your dress.

"Don't move," he told you, cleaning you up before you could stand up, pulling your panties up and your dress back down. He got dressed again, leading you towards the door so you could go tell your friends the good news.

You managed to keep your secret until Dave sat down to make a toast, passing things off to Aaron so he could share your big surprise.

"I believe Aaron has something to tell everyone," Dave nodded towards Aaron, who stood up, glass in hand.

"Y/n and I are having another baby. We found out this week," he beamed proudly, looking down at you as your friends whooped and cheered, Penelope gushing at your side, her hands instinctively flying to your stomach.

"Oh my gosh, it's really happening," she fanned her face to keep from crying, which made you tear up in response. Aaron was quick to the rescue, handing you his napkin so you could dab at your eyes. There was an outpouring of love and support throughout the night, and when you and Aaron made it to the car to get ready to leave, he turned to you, looking at you from the drivers seat.

"I'm so glad I get to do this with you. You'll never know how happy I am, how much I enjoy being with you." You leaned across the console to kiss him, brushing his hair back with your fingers.

"I love you so much. There's no one else I'd rather do this with."

By the time you made it home, you were exhausted. Aaron unzipped your dress so you could toss on one of his t-shirts, his eyes lingering on you as you changed clothes, his arms crossed over his chest as he took you in.

"Come here," he opened his arms for you, letting you walk into them as he sat on the bed. He leaned down to kiss your tummy, his hands on either side of your stomach.

"You're just so beautiful, baby. I'm obsessed with you," you helped him get undressed, unbuttoning his shirt while he pulled his pants down, kicking them off while you were still wrapped around him. When he was in his undershirt and boxers, he pulled you into his lap, letting you straddle him.

"I hope you still think I'm beautiful when I'm really pregnant," he kissed your jaw, your cheek, and finally your mouth, his tongue seeking yours out. You tangled your hands in his air and pulled him forward, the two of you barely taking a breath as you got lost in one another.

"I'll always think you're the most gorgeous person on the planet, baby. There's no one that compares to you," your heart skipped a beat as his mouth moved to your neck, pressing soft kisses along your jaw and across your throat. He was quickly undressing you, his mouth moving to your chest, tongue swirling against your nipples.

"I think you're perfect, Aaron," you breathed, and he groaned, bucking his hips upward into you, dragging you across his member. You let out a whimper and he promptly put you on your back, dragging your panties down your legs.

"You smell so good, so sweet," he took a deep breath as he brought himself to lay between your legs, spreading your swollen lips with his fingers as he leaned forward and flattened his tongue against your core, making you go rigid against the mattress. You let your hands fall to his hair as he fucked you with his mouth, every inch of your sex being devoured by his tongue, needy for you. He often got so caught up that he found it hard to focus on anything that wasn't you, pleasuring you to the fullest extent. He had a one track mind sometimes, and you were his primary objective.

"Feels so good, Aaron," you choked, having the first of many orgasms as he coaxed you through, his tongue never stopping against your center, instead he went faster, his mouth sloppy and greedy against you, and all you could do was whimper his name. Once you got started, you just couldn't stop, and he loved how quickly you could come undone, how he could make you unravel at the seams in no time flat.

"You taste so good, baby. Can I fuck you now?" He was sitting up on his knees, parting your legs further as he teased your entrance with his thick cock.

"Please fuck me," you begged, and he slammed into you, making you cry out as you went flat against the bed, his hand reaching for yours. He quickly found his rhythm, steady but rough, making you dig your nails into the sheets as you found your release once more. He was in awe, ducking down to kiss you quickly, his brows pulled together in concentration.

"I love every inch of you baby, God, you are perfect," his hand caressed your face before it found its way to your neck, his eyebrow raised curiously as he looked down at you. You nodded, watching him bite his lip as he squeezed gently, his hand wrapped around your neck as he fucked you.

"Oh baby, you like that, don't you? Dirty girl," you could only nod, his hand combined with his hips pounding into you was a heavenly combination, and it was driving you wild. You came hard, and he let go, brushing your hair back away from your face.

"I love that," you whispered, his thumb brushing your bottom lip as he nodded, going a little bit faster, his hand rooting in your hair, every muscle in his body flexed deliciously as he hovered over you. Your eyes raked over his body, your fingertips grazing his sides, trailing towards his back, making him lurch forward, shivering slightly. His mouth met yours, his tongue invading your mouth as he shuddered, coming with a groan, his hips going still against yours.

"I love you so much, baby."

You kissed him hard, cupping his face with your hands.

"I love you, Aaron."

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She was 18 weeks in, and we were sat in a room, waiting on an ultrasound technician to come tell us what we were having. She was over the moon with excitement, despite the paper gown she wore, she was in high spirits.

"I think it's a girl," I hadn't made any guesses until now, but I had a hunch, and I hoped I was right.

"I think so too. This pregnancy has been completely different than the first."

It was only a matter of time until the technician came in to check on the baby and tell us the gender, putting the ultrasound paddle onto her stomach. I watched the screen in wonder, seeing the baby wiggle around inside of her.

"Do you guys want to know the gender?"

"Yes," I answered quickly, and they both smiled at me as she situated the paddle at just the right angle on her stomach.

"She's a girl," the technician confirmed, and I immediately reached for her hand, lacing my fingers through hers. The technician left so she could get dressed, and as soon as she had on her dress, I was pulling her into my arms, my hands on her stomach.

"A sweet little girl," I couldn't believe it, even saying it out loud it didn't feel real. We were getting a baby girl, and I couldn't have been more excited.

"I'm so happy. Maverick will love a baby sister," she wiped at her eyes, misty as she got emotional. Her hormones had been in full swing lately, but nothing I couldn't handle. She cried at the drop of a pin, and it was sweet, adorable even. She often cried over commercials, especially if they involved babies, and I couldn't help but smile a little every time, because her heart was just so big.

"We can go buy some stuff after we pick him up if you feel up for it. Or we can go to the house and shop online, all depends on how you feel, baby," she wanted to go to the store, so we went to pick up Maverick, letting Claire know the baby was a girl. She was thrilled, hugging Y/n and I as she gathered up Maverick's things. We got him settled in the car and we were off to the mall to buy him and his sister some new things.

We shopped until Maverick and Mama started to get tired, and I knew I needed to get them home. Maverick dozed on the car ride back, and when we got home, she curled up in the bed next to him and took a nap too. She'd been napping regularly, which was so good for her. She barely slept through the night since we were trying to transition Maverick in the room across the hall, so she was back and forth all night, even when I told her to let me go check on him. She'd be up anyway, trudging across the hall to check on him and put him back to bed.

He was doing well in his own room lately, and we had recently bought a baby camera monitor so we could keep an eye on him and that eased her worries some, so she'd been getting a lot more rest, but naps helped her power through the rest of the day.

I decided to change into something comfy and make her dinner, so she didn't have to do it. I'd taken the day off work for her appointment, and I wanted to make the most of it, spoil her as much as I could while I got to be home. I made her favorite, and I was just finishing up as she came into the kitchen, still a little bleary eyed from sleep.

"Hi, my gorgeous girl," she smiled softly as she wrapped her arms around my waist, hugging me as tightly as she could.

"You made dinner?" She inhaled deeply, smiling when she realized what I'd made. She leaned up to kiss me, her arms around my neck.

"Thank you. I appreciate you so much, Aaron. You're always so helpful," she kissed my cheek, letting me put my hands on her tummy as she made a plate. She wanted to eat before Maverick woke up, so she sat down and I followed her, the two of us able to eat before he woke up. He was ready for dinner and to play, so they sat in the floor and played with blocks while I made him some mac and cheese, his new favorite.

"It needs to cool but his dinner is ready," she nodded, reaching her hands out for me to help her up from the floor. She put her hands on her back, groaning lightly, and I could feel myself make a face at her discomfort. As soon as we'd laid Maverick down for the night, I grabbed her lotion and sat her down in front of me, instructing her to take her shirt off.

"Bossy," she giggled, doing as I asked, goosebumps prickling her warm skin when the cool lotion made contact with her back. It was then that she realized what I was doing, and she pulled her knees up, leaning forward slightly as she let me rub her back. She let out a sweet little moan as my thumbs pressed into her flesh, her back and shoulders littered with knots. I was as gentle as possible while still trying to be effective, and I could tell by the way she was starting to loosen up some that it was working. She let her arms go limp at her sides, her head between her knees as she breathed in deep, exhaling slowly.

"Your hands feel so good, Aaron," she squeaked, my hands moving from her back to her stomach as she leaned into me, sighing heavily in relief. She let her eyes close as she laid against my chest, my hand moving her hair out of the way so I could look at her face. I never really understood what people meant before about pregnancy glow, but now I could comprehend it just fine. She was radiant, her skin shiny and smooth, her clothes fitting a little more snug than before, but it drove me wild to bear witness to the changes her body was making. I'd never found a pregnant person so attractive, but it suited her so well that it made me want to keep giving her babies, so long as I'd get to see her pregnant all of the time.

"Anything for you, sweetheart. Feel a little better?" She nodded against me, letting me hold her close. It took a while to adjust to sharing the bed without Maverick, but I enjoyed getting to cuddle with her every night, the two of us tangled up together under the sheets.

She grabbed my hand and placed it near the bottom of her stomach, letting me feel our baby move inside of her, a series of tiny kicks delivered to her tummy.

"She's all over the place," I marveled, unable to pull my hands away from her abdomen, which would tighten and get stiff before she'd start kicking, making me follow her movements with my hand as she moved around in her stomach. I'd never seen anything like it before, and each time it happened it nearly took my breath away.

"She has strong legs," she giggled, the two of us just laying there and letting our little lady use our hands as kicking bags, amazed at her strength.

"She needs a name. How'd you pick Maverick's?"

She explained how easy it was to name him given that she already had a middle name in mind, so half of the work was already done. She'd heard Maverick on the radio one day and decided that would be his name.

"What do you like?" She wanted to give me free reign of choosing a name since I didn't get to with a Maverick, but it was something I'd really have to think about, it couldn't be rushed. She assured me that we had plenty of time, nearly asleep in my lap.

"Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you on your side of the bed so you can get some rest," I helped her get situated as I settled in next to her, spooning her as closely as I could. It was sometimes hard to believe this was my life, that I was lucky enough to get a second chance at having a family that loved me endlessly. There wasn't anything I wouldn't have done for them; she did so much for us everyday, she'd grown used to it, but that didn't mean I didn't see and appreciate the effort she put into taking care of us. She kept our house functioning properly; we wouldn't be able to accomplish anything without her help and guidance.

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You were chasing Maverick around the park, struggling to keep up with him now that your belly was more round and prominent. You'd gotten lucky enough to only gain weight in your stomach and nowhere else, but the walk to the park everyday wore you out by the time you'd made it to your destination. Aaron was on his way home from work and had promised to pick the two of you up, so you were letting Mav play until then, the summer sun still beaming down. You were three weeks away from your due date and growing more impatient by the minute. With so little time left, Aaron didn't want you going too far from the house, so you'd been staying home the last couple of weeks, just in case your little girl decided to come early.

"Here comes Daddy!" It was the only car in the lot, and Aaron was quick to come chasing you down, his tie and blazer long gone. It was the weekend, and he had planned on the three of you being as lazy as possible so you weren't on your feet too much. He'd been a dream, helping you get everything ready for your daughter's arrival, easing your worries. He was especially good at helping you forget your problems; he made them feel a million miles away, like they weren't even there to begin with.

"I hope my babies aren't having too much fun without me," he scooped Maverick up, who was happy to see his dad. He wrapped his arms around his neck, squeezing tight as Aaron held him in his arms.

"We missed you," it had happened back when you hit the 30 week mark; you started to get irrationally clingy to Aaron, wanting to be by his side even more than usual, counting down the minutes until he was off of work. He didn't mind a bit, in fact, he'd never admit it, but you knew he loved the attention.

"I missed you both so much. Now I've got the whole weekend to spend with my babies," he took your hand and led you to the car, knowing you'd had enough fun for the day. You needed to get home and off of your feet, and Aaron would make you rest even if you weren't tired. You got fatigued more easily than normal given your condition, so he'd have to make you slow down, and take things easy.

"What sounds good for dinner?" You didn't have anything in mind to cook so you hoped he had a good suggestion so you could go home and get to work.

"I was thinking we could order in, get your favorite. You've been cooking so much lately," you'd been filled with energy so you hadn't minded cooking, but if Aaron could make things easier on you, he would.

"I won't argue with that," you hummed, letting him get Maverick out of the car. As you stepped out, you were hit with a contraction, which wasn't unusual; you'd time them and unless they were coming quick and hard, you had nothing to worry about, but Aunt Claire was on standby just in case.

"Let's check on Mommy," Aaron whispered in the backseat as he got Mav out on his side, coming around to make sure you were okay. You held up your finger, taking a deep breath, waiting on the pain to pass.

"They're getting more frequent," he noted, holding out his hand for you to squeeze if the pain got to be too much. Maverick looked back at you curiously, too young to understand what was going on, but the worry on his face anyway, wondering what was wrong with his Mommy.

"Not close enough. She needs a little more time," you knew she would come when she was ready, and you didn't think now was the right time. You stood up slowly, taking short, small steps until you'd made it in the house and could sit down on the couch. Maverick crawled up next to you, his tiny hand creeping onto your belly.

"Sissy," he cooed, patting you lightly as you ruffled his hair. She still didn't have a name, so you'd been calling her Sissy, so Maverick could get the hang of calling her by her nickname. She wasn't even here and she already had plenty of nicknames, most of them just cute little pet names that Aaron would call her when he talked to her at night. She loved the sound of his voice, and she'd kick up a storm any time he talked to her, so he'd made it a part of the bedtime ritual. You would miss how special he made you feel during what could've potentially been the most self conscious time of your life. He never let you feel a seconds worth of doubt when it came to your self image, and you were more than grateful for him.

"Sissy will be here soon," you said excitedly, his eyes lighting up, even if he wasn't sure what you meant exactly. He knew you'd be having another baby soon, but he'd just turned 3, so he was still unsure of what all that entailed. He was getting smarter and funnier everyday, his personality big and bold, like his Dad. He was an inquisitive, hilarious child, and you couldn't wait to see what his sister was like. You wondered about their looks, if they'd share similar features; Aaron had strong genes, and it was obvious every time you looked at Mav. He was his father's twin, looking nearly nothing like you other than in the eyes, if he was making a certain face.

"Mommy's tired. We're going to order some dinner and maybe we could watch Scooby Doo," that was their favorite show to watch—Aaron loved being able to share part of his childhood with Maverick, and for it to still be just as timeless as when he was a kid. You'd found a box set on dvd and bought it because you were tired of watching the same cartoons over and over, and when Aaron came home, he was so happy that he sat straight down and started watching, Maverick in his lap the whole time.

"Scooby!" He took off down the hall to his room to grab his stuffed Scooby toy, coming back to the living room to play in the floor with his toys, leaving you and Aaron on the couch. You were still trying to catch your breath; you could feel your face, flushed and red, a thin layer of sweat on your forehead. Aaron made you sit back and prop your feet up while he ordered dinner. You were silently timing contractions that seemed to be getting more swift and gut wrenching by the minute, but you still weren't sure you were in labor. You wanted to wait until after you'd eaten something to see if you felt any better.

Dinner arrived and you decided you weren't feeling any better. Aaron was standing in the hall, on the phone with Aunt Claire, who was trying to convince him to just bring Maverick over and take you to the hospital.

"I'll pack him a bag. I think it's time," he told her, telling you to stay put while he got everything together. You did the opposite, making sure your bags were packed across the hall from him. Maverick sat on the bed and watched you, but you didn't get to work much longer. Aaron caught you, sitting you down so he could take over.

"I won't forget anything, sweetheart. Let me do this. You just worry about staying calm," you could tell he was getting nervous—he was moving around like a man possessed, working quicker than you'd ever seen him move, floating from one room to the next. You put your shoes back on, and then Maverick's, waiting in the living room while Aaron carried your bags outside. He put Maverick in the car and then helped you get in, his hand finding yours across the console.

"I'm so excited I don't know what to do with myself," he said, pulling into Claire's driveway. She came to the car, opening your door to give you a hug.

"You've done this before. Don't worry," she kissed your cheek before Aaron handed Maverick to you, letting you kiss him bye.

"Mommy loves you," you promised him, kissing his forehead as he hugged your neck.

"Love you," he chirped, letting Aunt Claire carry him inside. You were a puddle of tears by the time Aaron made it back to the drivers seat, and he was immediately clutching your hands, asking what was the matter.

"I'm scared. What if she doesn't like me? What if—" he cut you off with a kiss, wiping your tears away with his thumbs as he caressed your cheeks.

"Listen to me, she's going to love you. You're her mama, baby. You're the best mother I know, you're doing just fine, I promise."

He was in a rush to get you to the hospital, flipping on his hazards so he could zoom in and out of traffic. You made it there in one piece, a nurse meeting you at the entrance with a wheel chair. Aaron had to park the car, but she told him you'd be on the fourth floor, Labor and Delivery.

You took the elevator up and got changed into a gown as soon as you made it to the room. They'd just hooked you up to a contraction monitor when Aaron walked in the room, your bags in hand. He was convinced you'd be staying, but you were sure it was a false alarm, and just seriously bad contractions.

"We'll get you hooked up and watch you for a bit and see how far you're dilated and go from there," the nurse told you, leaving you alone with Aaron. He sat on the bed next to you, his fingers lacing through yours.

"Not to pressure you or anything, but we need a name, baby."

You groaned, because you'd been thinking for months and nothing really spoke to you the way it should've. Aaron was good at girl names, and you weren't.

"Okay, what was your favorite name?" You wanted to give him the opportunity to choose her name, because you'd got to pick Maverick's. He deserved that special bond it would give them, it would make it even more special for him.

"I like the first name we picked. When we first found out what we were having."

"She's gonna look like you," you told him as you browsed the racks of little pink clothing, your buggy already half full. Aaron was having the time of his life choosing little dresses and bows, frequently holding up an outfit to get your opinion. If you liked it too, it went in the cart. You had various sizes and seasons, mapping out when she'd need what. He couldn't help but buy Maverick some stuff too, because that was just the type of parent he was. You admired that a lot about him—he treated both babies equally. You had no doubt in your mind that he'd love them both the same.

"We don't know that. She could look like her mama," he held up a little yellow romper, his eyebrow raised questionably as you looked it over. You weren't a fan of the color, so he put it back on the rack, coming to stand behind you, his hands on your waist.

"We can't keep calling her 'baby' forever," he reminded you, so on the ride home, you tossed name suggestions back and forth.

"I like Samira. I don't know where I heard it but it stuck with me," he was shockingly good at names, and their meanings; he'd already compiled a list on his phone for you to go through.

"We could call her Sami," you liked it, it was cute. It wasn't the only good name on the list though; you were forever surprised by the things he was good at, and naming babies was one of them.

"Middle name?" He questioned, and you thought hard about it, one name in particular running through your mind over and over.

"I like Joy."

He smiled softly as he pulled into the driveway, coming around to open your door as he handed you the keys and went to the hatch, unloading everything you bought. He met you inside, sitting everything in the spare bedroom you were planning to use as a nursery. It was the same room you and Maverick used to sleep in, but now Mav slept across the hall, in a smaller bedroom next to Aaron's office. He'd had so much space going to waste that he was happy to fill it with bedrooms, especially if it meant he got to enjoy the sound of little feet scurrying across the floor and hear tiny giggles before bedtime.

"You know, I think you get more gorgeous everyday," he twirled you around, his hands coming to rest on your stomach as he looked down at you.

"I'm really glad you still find me attractive," you looked down, but he was tilting your chin up to meet his gaze, his lips brushing yours tenderly.

"You are divine, sweetheart. I've never seen pregnancy look so good on anyone," your dress was shorter because of your newfound bump, his fingertips brushing the hem as they slipped below your dress, trailing up your thighs.

"I love you so much," you kissed him, letting him hook his fingers in your panties, dropping to his knees so he could drag them down your legs. You stepped out of them as his hands guided you back a few steps, until you were pressed against the wall in the kitchen. His head disappeared between your thighs, his tongue connecting with your clit quickly, as if he just couldn't wait any longer. You heard the sigh that fell from his lips as he made contact with your core, just as relieved as you, only his desire to please you was unlike anything you'd ever seen, especially lately. He couldn't keep his hands off of you, always wanting to touch you; you thought it was cute, and it made you feel incredible.

"I love you, gorgeous girl," he mused, his tongue lapping at you feverishly, making you grip his shoulders so you didn't crumple to the ground. You were almost too overwhelmed to stand, your legs shook beneath you as you found your release; he looked towards you and the table and you knew what he wanted, so you bent over the table, your arms folded up as he stood behind you.

"That's it, baby. Stay right there," his cock slid against your soaked folds before pressing into you, your nails scraping against the wood as you got used to him. You could barely see him towering over you, over your shoulder, but from the corner of your eye, you could see the smile plastered to his face as he started to move. You braced yourself, feeling his pace quicken rapidly as he drilled into you, your cries of pleasure bouncing off of the walls, encouraging him to fuck you harder.

"Fuck, baby," you muttered, his hand gathering your hair as he tugged gently, making your back arch for him. You came immediately, his cock hitting your g-spot in the precisely perfect angle to have you coming undone, your knees weak.

"That's it, sweetheart. Love it when you clench around me," his voice was raspy and deep, making your skin feel even hotter than usual. His voice unlocked something primal in you—something purely erotic. It was like silk, and you could listen to him talk all day and never get tired of hearing him speak. His thrusts became more urgent, hips rapidly drumming against your own, your moans mixed with flesh colliding made the kitchen sound truly pornographic.

You both came at once, perfectly timed orgasms making him slip a chair underneath you as soon as he'd finished, because he knew your legs were tired. He lovingly rubbed your back and neck, standing behind you in the chair after he'd pulled up his boxers.

"I know that look. Come on, sweet girl. It's time for a nap," he held his t-shirt up, letting you lift your arms so he could slip it onto you, pressing a kiss to your forehead right after.

"Only a little tired," you told him as he tucked you in, promptly climbing in after, but sitting on top of the covers.

"You're allowed to be sleepy. You're growing a human, baby. That sounds exhausting," he chuckled, patting his thigh. You used him as a pillow, his hands brushing your hair back soothingly, making your eyes flutter shut in no time.

"So we have a name. That's one less thing to worry about," he cupped your face with his hand, leaning forward to give you a quick kiss before the nurse came back inside. She looked at the sheet of paper attached to your contraction monitor and smiled wide, looking at the two of you.

"You're in labor, how exciting! Good thing you have your bags!" She explained that if your water didn't break soon, they'd break it on their own and then you'd get an epidural. They brought in a yoga ball, instructing you to put it between your thighs. It would speed up the dilation process and distract you from some of the pressure. You were in bed on your side, yoga ball between your legs, Aaron in the chair next to you, holding your hand.

"You're doing so good. In the movies, the women are always screaming," he brushed your hair back, knowing it would calm you down some, so you could try to get a little rest. The nurse had told you to sleep if you could, that it was a waiting game on your sweet girl to make an appearance.

"Last time wasn't so bad. I'm more nervous than anything. The pain doesn't even register anymore," your jitters had overtaken the pain drastically. It was like every worry you'd ever had was surfacing; you missed Maverick, and you were starting to get scared about having a newborn again. You were worried more than anything about your ability to be a mother to two children instead of just one—it would be an entirely different journey. Aaron's hand gently squeezing yours reminded you that you weren't alone this time, and it wouldn't be nearly as difficult as it had been before. That comforting thought didn't stop the tears from coming, and soon enough, Aaron was trying to make room on the bed so he could take you in his arms.

"I need to call Strauss so she can get started on my Paternity leave paperwork. They gave me 6 weeks," you could feel your mouth fall open at his words; he'd be home for the next 6 weeks, so he'd be around to witness everything. You were worried he'd go right back to work and he wouldn't get to experience her being little, fragile.

"While you do that, I'll call Penelope," you hadn't told anyone that you were in the hospital yet, but Penelope deserved to know. She'd been with you the first time around, and although she was absent today, you missed her and hoped she'd come visit after your baby was born.

Aaron stepped into the hall, so you dialed her number. She had a suspicion that you were in labor already, because you were calling so late.

"Is it time?!"

Her upbeat voice was enough for a smile to break out onto your face, making things a little more bearable because thankfully, you had a village that would help; you were extremely grateful for everyone in your life and the way they loved your children.

"It's time. We're here now. I just wanted to tell you so you can come visit when she's here," you told her which hospital and where she could find you, and you promised to let her know as soon as your sweet girl was Earth side. She assured you she loved you, which made you cry harder, but they were happy tears this time.

"I love you, Pen. I hope he can handle it," your biggest fear was that he'd be overwhelmed, that it would be too much for him to handle and he'd get scared. You could do it alone if you had to, but you didn't want to; the thoughts in the back of your mind about him running when things got tough we're all consuming.

"Oh, I don't think you have anything to worry about. All he talks about are you and the kids. He messed up before, but that man eats, sleeps and breathes for you and those babies. I know you're scared but I don't think he's going anywhere."

He'd been so supportive; him leaving now didn't make any sense. He'd wanted this just as much as you did, but the idea of being on your own a second time was enough to make you wonder.

"I just get so scared, Pen."

She understood why, but she truly believed you didn't have anything to worry about now—Aaron was more than happy, he was over the moon to be having a baby, and your own self doubt was trying to make things harder than they should've been.

"You've got this, mama. Text me as soon as she's here and I'll come visit."

The nurse came back in the room to check and see how far you were dilated. After an uncomfortable minute, she told you that you were dilated to 5, and if you wanted to get up and walk around to speed up the process, you could. Shortly after, Aaron made it back to the room, and you filled him in; he helped you put your shoes on so you could walk the halls, his hand in yours.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart? We've been walking for twenty minutes now," his eyes were on his watch as you rounded the corner to the food court, your mouth watering instantly. He turned you around, mostly because it was closed, but you couldn't eat until after the delivery and you didn't need the temptation.

"We can go back to the room, my back is hurting," his hand fell to the small of your back as he walked behind you. By the time you made it back to the room, you were happy to get off your feet and the nurse was coming back in to break your water and offer you an epidural. Aaron watched the entire thing with wide eyes, holding your hand tight, his lips pulled in a tight line across his face. Last time, you'd been alone for this part; it wasn't so bad with him there to let you grip his hand.

"You're doing great, almost done," the anesthesiologist told you, and Aaron nodded, brushing your hair back away from your face.

"You're doing so well, baby. It's almost over," there was a slight pinch, and you were done, Aaron helping you into a sitting position so you could sit back against the bed, and wait for it to kick in. The nurse checked you once more and you were dilated to 9, so it was almost time to push.

"You okay? Want some water?" You nodded, letting him lift the cup to your mouth so you could take a sip. He sat down on the bed next to you, kissing you softly as you leaned back, your legs and feet beginning to feel the numbing effects of the medication.

"It's starting to work. I'm okay," you told him, letting him play with your hair, his gaze entirely on you.

"You're so beautiful right now. You're beautiful all of the time, but especially right now," he whispered, kissing your cheek as you smiled up at him.

"I'm so glad you're here. You're making things so much easier," he smiled softly at you, his thumb brushing your cheek. He seemed to be handling things well and you were glad for that; you wouldn't be able to handle it if he was freaking out.

"It's such an amazing thing to be experiencing. I couldn't imagine doing this with anyone else. You're such a blessing, sweetheart."

The Doctor came in to explain what you'd be doing over the next half hour. You were getting ready to push, your feet in stirrups as Aaron stood behind you, a paper gown over his clothes so he didn't get anything on his clothes.

"Once we have her out past the shoulders, Dad can do the rest if he wants," she offered, and Aaron was quick to say yes, much to your shock. He'd get to help deliver her; it was a once in a lifetime experience.

"Just tell me what I have to do," he put on a pair of gloves, standing at your side while you pushed, occasionally kissing your forehead, keeping your hair out of the way.

"You're doing great baby, she'll be here in just a few minutes," he told you, the Doctor signaling to him that it was time; in what felt like a couple of seconds, Aaron was holding up your daughter, cradling her in his arms while the Doctor worked to clean her up some so you could see her face.

"Want to cut the cord?" Aaron ended up doing just as much as the Doctor, helping through the entire process. Once he'd cut the cord, he was bringing her to your side so you could see her. You saw the head full of dark hair, just like Maverick had been born with, her features shockingly similar.

"Look at how perfect she is," he cooed, sitting on the edge of the bed so you could see her before they took her to clean up and weigh.

"She is so beautiful," you murmured in amazement, the sight of him with your tiny, precious daughter making your heart do backflips in your chest. Aaron gave her to the nurse and came to your side, his hand in yours.

"You did it, baby. God, you're incredible. You made it look so easy," he kissed you quickly, considering the room was full of people, but he didn't care; he wanted you to know how proud he was of you.

"How do you feel? You did a lot," you couldn't believe he'd gotten to help in the delivery room—you had no doubt it would be a story he told with pride to his team when they came to visit.

"I'm just so happy. Thank you for trusting me enough to do this with me again," his eyes were misty as he looked back at you, the love he had for you warming your entire body; you'd never felt so whole, all that was missing was Maverick.

"Give me a few years and maybe we can do it again," you laughed, making him shoot you a look, a smirk on his face.

"Does she have a name?"

You let Aaron have the honors, and by the time he was finished filling out her birth certificate, she was clean and ready to be held. You still couldn't walk, your epidural hadn't worn off yet, so Aaron carried her from the small, clear bed type structure she'd been sleeping in to bring her across the room to you.

"Sweet Sami," he whispered to himself as he handed her to you. You'd just gotten her settled in your arms when he started taking photos, the flash from his phone taking you by surprise.

"I have to tell the team," he sent the group chat a message and he was flooded with texts immediately, congratulations and promises to visit as soon as everyone had gotten some rest. She was a calm baby, staying content in your arms until she began to get hungry.

"Want to feed her?" To your knowledge, he'd never fed a baby before, so he came to sit down next to you while you showed him what to do, and how to hold her while she ate.

"I'm glad I get to be home with you guys for a while. I don't want to miss a second of this," his eyes met yours briefly, a smile on his face. He leaned forward and kissed you before he put Samira to his chest to burp her. He was catching on quick, getting the hang of things easier than you expected.

"You're so good at this, Aaron. I love our little family," you watched Samira smile softly as Aaron fed her, his eyes lighting up at the sight. He checked to make sure you'd seen it too, scanning your face, beaming back at you.

"I love the three of you so much."

✨✨✨

Sami was two months old, getting bigger everyday. Aaron was back to work and you'd just been cleared for all regular activities, which Aaron would be happy to hear. He'd been having such a hard time keeping his hands to himself, but he wouldn't have to anymore. Your Aunt Claire had the kids while you'd been at the doctor, so you picked them up and headed to the house, Maverick especially chatty in the backseat.

"I miss Daddy," he told you, pouring slightly as you glanced at him in the rear view mirror. You made a face back at him, hoping it would make him laugh, but he only smiled a tiny sliver, making you turn around in your seat to look at him.

"Well by the time you and your sister take a nap, it'll be time for Daddy," you assured him, but he began to cry for Aaron instead, making you feel helpless. You pulled out your phone and called him, hoping he wasn't busy.

"Hi, sweetheart. Are you alright?"

You explained what was going on with Maverick and asked if he'd talk to him while you drove home. You handed Mav the phone and Aaron got him to calm down by telling him he'd be home as soon as he could, and that he loved him. Maverick didn't usually get upset like that, but he had gotten used to having Aaron home on paternity leave, so when he went back to work, it messed Maverick up.

"Daddy come home?" Maverick asked quietly in the backseat, and after a moment of quiet, you heard Aaron answer him on the other line.

"I'll leave early just for you, buddy. Tell Mommy I'm on my way, okay?"

Maverick gave you his version of the sentence, making you giggle in the front seat. You let him hold onto your phone until you made it home, getting the kids inside where it was cool. It was especially hot this time of year, and you were thankful you were no longer pregnant and miserable in the sweltering heat.

Sami was asleep, so you put her in her swing and sat on the couch while Maverick sat next to you, his face in the window, watching for Aaron.

"Daddy's coming," he said happily, keeping his eyes trained on the driveway until Aaron pulled in. Maverick was tugging you towards the door so he could greet Aaron, so you opened the door and let Maverick run into his arms. Aaron had just made it to the porch, so he didn't have far to go.

"Did you miss me, buddy?" His arms were wrapped around Aaron's neck, his face buried in his shirt. Aaron wasn't one to leave work normally, but you were glad he'd made the exception today.

"Missed you," he confirmed, and you stepped aside and let Aaron walk in the house. He peeked down at Sami, seeing that she was sleeping peacefully before he sat on the couch with you, Maverick in his arms.

"I think it's almost nap time," Aaron told Mav, but Maverick was already starting to doze now that Aaron was home. Sometimes the only way he could be consoled was if Aaron held him; sometimes he just needed his Daddy.

Aaron went to lay Maverick down so you took Sami to the bedroom so she could sleep. You had monitors in each room so you could keep an eye on them both, but they were out cold for the moment. Aaron rejoined you, letting you climb into his lap.

"What happened at the Doctor?" He wanted to know if he had to keep going on unable to touch you or not; it was driving him crazy even though you made sure he was taken care of. He didn't like leaving you untouched, but your body needed at least 6 weeks to heal—it had been 8, and you were aching to touch him.

"Nothing special. He cleared me for normal activities again," you couldn't hide your cheeky smile as his hands gripped your ass, pulling you forward.

"I'm hoping that means I can lay you down and love on you," he purred, turning so he could do as promised, your back against the cushions as he moved towards the end of the couch. Your pants were around your ankles in seconds, your panties following swiftly after.

"8 weeks of not being able to taste you was miserable, baby. You'll have to be quiet, though," you nodded, watching as his tongue collided with your center, swirling expertly around your clit. You'd never known a man that could make you feel the way he did—he was selfless, sensual, and he knew exactly what your body needed every time he touched you. You were only insecure about your post-pregnancy body for a moment after you had Sami, until Aaron swept those worries away. Even during labor he didn't stop reminding you of how beautiful he thought you were, and his compliments had a way of sticking with you, because they were so genuine and sincere.

Your first orgasm came quickly, Aaron slipping a finger into you shortly after. You could feel yourself clenching around his finger, so needy to be touched by him that it was unreal; you were a fiend, another orgasm building in the pit of your stomach as you sat up on your elbows and watched him, tie still around his neck as he fucked you with his mouth.

"Your tongue feels so good, Aaron," he moaned in response, sending you over the edge quicker than you could blink.

"I need to feel you baby," he begged, so you sat up, letting him sit down so you could ride him. You liked the control, the way you could make him completely succumb to pleasure all for you.

"You're on birth control again?"

You nodded, because you'd gotten your prescription refilled and started taking it again weeks ago, so you were in the clear. You didn't want any more babies any time soon.

He shoved his slacks down, letting you mount his lap as you tossed your leg over him, his cock pulsing, leaking precum already as you took him in your hand. You stroked his length a few times, making his eyes close, his lip pulled between his teeth. You sank down on him with no warning, making his hips buck upward.

"Fuck, baby. I've missed the way you feel. My God—so fucking good," he hissed, letting his head sink back into the cushions as your hips moved against him, up and down, his cock slipping in and out of you with ease. After a moment, he held you up, pounding into you from below so your legs didn't get tired from doing all of the work. You came with a shudder, slipping onto him completely, letting him fill you. It had been so long since you'd had him like this—you were glad he was just as eager as you were.

His hand came to rest between your bodies, his fingers toying with your clit as you rode him, feeling the pressure start to build before you came hard, hanging onto his shoulders to keep yourself upright.

"That's it, gorgeous girl. So perfect," he said through gritted teeth as he found his own release, sputtering into you. For a moment you just sat there, letting his dick twitch inside of you; his hands were still firmly keeping you in place, so he didn't want you going anywhere either.

"Feels so good," he whispered, and you had to agree; it was satisfying in the most sensual way, letting him make himself at home inside of you. You leaned forward to capture his lips, his hand moving to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss as his strong arms wrapped around your body, keeping you close.

He didn’t let you move for another minute or so, until he was no longer throbbing inside of you, climbing off of his lap so Aaron could go find a towel. Shortly after you were dressed again, you could see Sami getting restless on her monitor, so Aaron went to grab her. He came back cradling her in his arms, speaking softly to her. You couldn’t hear him, but judging by the smile on his face, Sami was just as happy to see him as Maverick had been.

“We all got used to having you around,” you told him, because having him around for 6 straight weeks had spoiled all of you; you were just getting used to him being around when he went back to work. You’d missed him terribly, and so had the kids. He handed Sami to you so he could make her a bottle, but when he came back, he grabbed her again, so he could feed her himself. She was content in his arms, her eyes drifting between open and closed every few seconds until she was asleep, barely eating.

“Isn’t she so sweet?” His voice was hushed so he didn’t wake her, but you were quick to agree, touching her tiny nose with the tip of your finger.

“I love seeing you like this,” he was so attentive yet carefree at the same time; his love for you and his children was loud, he never let any of you feel like you didn’t have every ounce of his attention, no matter who was around. It was hard not to notice how much more he smiled since he became a father; before, it was sporadic and rare, but now, he seemed more upbeat. Being out of the field had something to do with it too—he didn’t bury himself in work anymore. It allowed him to let the good in to stay permanently, not just visit from time to time.

“I truly love my life with you. Every day it just keeps getting better.” There was a small bassinet in the living room, so he laid Sami down, coming back to the couch. He kissed you, his arms wrapping around you. He leaned back to look at you and you could tell there was something going on behind his eyes, gleaming a little too bright, but you couldn’t be sure of what was going on.

“We make a pretty good team,” you said, and he nodded in agreement, reaching into his pocket, his eyes never leaving yours. He produced a velvety, blue ring box, kissing you quickly before he opened it and slid the ring on your finger, holding your hand up so he could admire it.

“I’ve had this since you agreed to move in with me,” you were stunned to say the least, looking down at the gorgeous diamond on your finger, wondering what you did to ever get so lucky.

“I think it’s time you become a Hotchner too.”

The tears fell without warning as you told him yes, his arms opening up for you in an instant. You were elated; there was nothing that could’ve compared to this perfect moment, and you knew you had a lifetime worth of memories left to make with the man you loved more than anything. Becoming his wife would mean you were tied together forever, always tackling things as a unit—you couldn’t wait. Taking a second chance on life with him had proven to be the best decision you could’ve made; your future was brighter than ever now, and he wanted you by his side through it all.

“I’ll always take care of you, and the kids. Just promise you’ll always stay with me,” he mumbled against your lips as he kissed you, his hands cupping your face.

“I promise.”

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