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A fic where reader likes Aaron but is like 20 years younger than him (I checked the math, even at the start of the show, he was 43 so that wouldn't have been weird. Unless u find that weird? Pretend i said 10 years if that weirds u out) and she thinks she doesn't have a chance with him and that he wouldn't even consider her. And so she just pines over him with the unrequited crush blues. Maybe hotch seems to "baby" her and be extra protective of her so she chalks it up to being the baby of the team. Meanwhile he does not view her as a baby. At all. And maybe he doesn't even realize he treats her any different. Angst welcome! Definitely romance

She/her pronouns for the fic if u want to do it please 🙏 and thank u 😁

– Zee

MY DARLING ZEE

I have been SO excited to post this one, so thank you for requesting it. as usual, I got carried away, but it's daddy hotch so I apologize for nothing

enjoy ;)

warnings: swearing, lots and lots of angst word count: 4.5k

baby.

Furious didn’t even begin to cover the way you felt currently. The entire cabin of the jet was thick with tension radiating from your barely concealed rage, and for a split second you felt guilty, because the team’s discomfort was more than palpable. But as your gaze wandered to the opposite end of the jet and you caught sight of the culprit of your vexation, brooding heavily in your direction, any sliver of remorse evaporated from your pores and your eyes instantly hardened in response.

Fucking Aaron Hotchner.

Hotch’s thick dark brows were pinched together, creating a crease of annoyance right between them, and his lips were pressed in a line that was harsher than usual, causing his frown lines to settle even deeper into the skin around his mouth. His deep umber eyes were void of any warmth, and there was no evidence of faint mirth creasing around them. Instead his lethal gaze was cold as steel, and as rigorous as stone.

You had seen a more intense version of that look several times before whenever he interviewed unsubs that made monsters look like fairytales, and normally it sent a chill down your spine. Not because you were scared of your boss; quite the opposite actually. Every time you watched him stare down the worst of humanity with an aura of disinterest and a hard glare that showed he was completely unimpressed, you found yourself more and more attracted to him. Especially on the rare occasions when he lost his temper and ended up slamming his hands on the table while yelling in their face. You found that incredibly hot.

From the day you met Hotch for your interview, you had found him attractive. Intimidating as hell, but attractive. The fact that he was your boss didn’t deter you from developing a little crush on him, or the fact that he was a widower with a six year old son. None of that stopped the butterflies that swarmed in your stomach every time he gave you a tiny bit of praise in the form of a “good job”, or a simple nod of approval. In fact, the more Hotch warmed up to you, the worse your little crush got.

You found yourself grinning whenever someone made him crack the tiniest of smiles, and nothing fueled your ego more than his quiet snort whenever you said something he seemed to find funny. Hotch surprisingly had a great sense of humor when the stress of being the unit chief of the B.A.U. wasn’t looming over his head. He could be stubborn and closed off sometimes, and he wasn’t always the best with words, but you could tell by his actions that he truly cared about his team. Unfortunately for you, his treatment revealed exactly how he saw you.

The baby of the team.

It was no secret that’s how the rest of the team saw you too. Derek had been teasingly, but affectionately, referring to you as “Baby Spice” since your first day because you were by far the youngest member of the team and beyond feisty. Spencer even joined in with the nicknames, jokingly calling you “kid” with a proud grin now that he was no longer the youngest, even though there was less than a five year gap between the two of you, which Rossi constantly reminded him of with a smack to the back of his head. At a certain point you realized that Rossi just enjoyed messing with Spencer, but you still grinned at him in appreciation every time he came to your defense.

Even though you were far from being a child, Hotch still treated you differently than the others, which did not go unnoticed by anyone. He was far more protective of you, not allowing you to go anywhere alone when the team was working a case, and he hardly ever wanted you in the interrogation room with unsubs. Only after Emily backed you up, insisting it was important to your training, did he finally allow you to interrogate. But it was under the strict condition that he was always the one in the room with you. He never allowed you to enter a crime scene or a suspected location of an unsub first, and the first time you got injured while on a case, resulting in the tiniest of a cut above your eyebrow, Hotch forced you to take a leave of absence for two weeks.

You made it three days before you burst into his office and demanded that he end your leave.

He didn’t.

Because of the way Hotch seemed to “baby” you, it resulted in the rest of the team doing it too. Emily and JJ weren’t as bad about it, but they definitely put themselves in front of you anytime a situation got dangerous. Derek and Hotch were by far the worst and the most obvious about being overprotective, but Spencer and Rossi weren’t far behind. The only one that ever treated you as an equal was Garcia, and that’s why she was your favorite.

And the only one you confided in about your little crush on your boss. Although, you were sure Emily and JJ had caught on by now. They always flashed you a teasing smirk and a little wink anytime they caught you silently pining.

But that was what seemed to solidify that you would never have a chance with Hotch. Not that he was your boss, or that he had traumatically lost his wife, or that he had a young son, or even the fact that he was a good twenty years older than you. It was that he seemed to view you more as a helpless child than a capable woman.

As soon as the jet landed, you were the first one off. You could hear Hotch’s shoes stomping along the floor of Headquarters right on your heels. While you stopped at your desk to drop off your go bag, fully prepared to get your shit and leave, his angry march continued up the stairs towards his office, but he never once took his irritated glare away from your figure.

“Y/L/N, my office. Now.”

Gritting your teeth hard, you turned your head to shoot daggers in his direction, but he had already disappeared into his office. Disregarding the sympathetic concern from your coworkers, you furiously made your way up the stairs and made a dramatic show of slamming the door to Hotch’s office forcefully behind yourself, which in turn made his eyes narrow into vehement slits as he looked at you. He straightened his back, squaring his shoulders while he stepped around his desk to stand a few feet away from you. He looked absolutely pissed, but you were too lost in your own rage to care.

“You were completely out of line-”

“Oh, bullshit! I was doing my job-”

“I gave you a direct order and you ignored it, putting yourself and the entire team at risk.”

Hotch’s voice rose in volume when you combated his critique, and even though you had spoken over him first, the fact that he was now doing it to you only fueled your anger further. You took a bold step forward and glared up at Hotch as you grit your rebuttal out through your teeth.

“I saved that kid’s life-”

“By being reckless! You could’ve gotten him killed. You could have gotten killed. Don’t you get that?”

“But I didn’t! No one got hurt, so what the fuck is the issue-”

“The issue is you.”

Hotch’s comment quickly halted the verbal punch you were about to throw, and as you glared up at him, you noticed that his nostrils were flaring with fury and that his darkened eyes were wild and blown open with pure unbridled rage. The sting of his words caused the wildfire flaring inside of you to shrink to the dull roar of a fireplace blaze. Crossing your arms over your chest in a sign of defiance, you lowered the volume of your voice and layered it with acidity.

“You’re a fucking hypocrite.”

Hotch narrowed his eyes, which seemed to be glowing with resentment, as he took another step towards you, faintly cocking his head to the side.

“Excuse me?”

He was giving you an opportunity to correct yourself. But one thing Hotch hadn’t seemed to learn about you was that you could be just as stubborn as he was, and once you reached a certain stage in your wrath, you didn’t back down. You went straight for the jugular.

“If it had been you, you wouldn’t have called it ‘reckless’. But because it’s me, you flip out and blow the whole fucking thing out of proportion because you treat me like I’m a goddamn child-”

“I wouldn’t treat you like a child if you didn’t fucking act like one.”

At this point, there was barely an inch of space between you and Hotch, and you had to tilt your head back slightly just to return his scowl. He might as well have thrown gasoline on the fire with that comment, and you were suddenly completely fed up with no one in this goddamn building viewing you as a grown fucking woman.

“If it had been Derek, or Emily, you wouldn’t be giving them shit like this. You would’ve given them a slap on the wrist, but still acknowledged that they got the job done. So why do I get treated differently-”

“Because you’re not as good as you think you are, and you’re certainly not as good as them.”

That simple statement hurt worse than if Hotch had physically struck you across the face with the back of his hand. All the fury within you suddenly fizzled out, and you stood there dumbstruck while Hotch let out an exasperated exhale through his nose and turned away from you to walk around the corner of his desk and plop down angrily in his chair. He opened the file currently sitting in front of him and directed his irritated attention solely to the pages, reaching for a pen from the holder to his right to wrap his fingers around. He didn’t even look up as he barked out his next order.

“You’re suspended for three weeks. When you return, we’ll discuss your behavior and your future here at the B.A.U.”

Everything felt like it had suddenly come crashing down around you, and you found yourself wondering if it was all worth it. The stress of the job, the never ending hours, the horrors you saw day in and day out, but especially the treatment you received from Hotch and the others. You started to wonder if you had tricked yourself into believing it wasn’t harmful and had all come from a good place, but now you weren’t so sure anymore. For the first time since joining the B.A.U., you found yourself wanting out.

Swallowing the pieces of the lump that threatened to form in your throat, you lifted your chin slightly and spoke in a quiet but firm voice.

“No.”

Hotch quickly lifted his gaze to glower up at you, the thickness of his brows making him appear angrier from where you stood above him. However the second he caught the look on your face, his eyes softened considerably and he sat up straight, the semi permanent frown on his lips vanishing into a subtle line. His eyes followed the movement of your hand while you pulled the gun from the holster at your hip and sat it down in front of him on the desk, along with your badge. There was a brief flash of panic in Hotch’s eyes when he looked at you again, and his lips parted slightly, but you didn’t give him a chance to speak.

“I quit.”

Turning around to solemnly leave his office, you ignored the gentle pleas of your name leaving his lips. As you descended the stairs, the team’s heads perked up in curiosity, their gazes darting between your melancholic movements while you gathered your things, and the sight of a frantic Hotch rushing down the stairs like a man on a mission.

“Agent Y/L/N, do not walk away from me when I’m talking to you.”

Realizing that he was getting nowhere by being authoritative, Hotch let out an exasperated deep exhale through his nose and lowered the volume of his voice, speaking in a far gentler tone.

“Y/N we have to talk about this, you can’t just leave.”

You didn’t bother looking at any of them as you began your walk towards the elevators. You could still hear Hotch following closely behind you, and all of a sudden Derek’s large figure appeared in front of you. He dipped his head slightly to capture your eyes, the confusion on his features melting into pure concern as he glanced over your shoulder at Hotch before looking back at you. He held his right hand out towards you as if he were extending an olive branch and tilted his head to the side slightly.

“Whoa, what’s goin’ on Baby Spice? C’mon, talk to me.”

Derek was speaking to you in that gentle manner that he used when he wanted to show a victim that he wasn’t a threat. There was no doubt he could see the sadness and defeat glistening in your eyes, but you didn’t have the energy to rip open the wound any further.

“I’m going home. Please move.”

That was all you could manage to weakly get out as you attempted to step around him. But Derek, being Derek, wasn’t having it. He reached out to gently place his hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll drive you.”

“I can drive myself.”

“Baby-”

“I’m not a child, Derek. I don’t need your help, can you back off?”

Derek’s warm gaze widened considerably, and his neat onyx brows rose up his forehead in complete shock. You had never exploded on him like that, or any of the others for that matter. But right now all you wanted to do was get the hell out of there.

“Let her go.”

Derek glanced over your shoulder to look at JJ in pure confusion, but she gave a slight shake of her head while holding his gaze with a firm look in her ocean blue eyes, giving him a nonverbal cue to sit this one out. After a moment of hesitation, Derek removed his hand from your shoulder and took a step to the left to unblock your path.

The entire team was silent while watching you disappear behind the elevator doors.

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A subtle but firm series of knocks at your door roused you from your sleep. Squinting at the clock on your bedside table, the lime green numbers read ten twenty-three pm. You hadn’t even remembered falling asleep. As soon as you had walked through the door of your apartment hours ago, you kicked off your shoes and crawled in bed, your mind spiraling about what you had just done and what it meant for the future.

When the knocks grew more impatient, you threw your comforter off with an irritated huff and got out of bed, exiting your bedroom to make your way to the living room to figure out who the hell was knocking on your door this late. However when you swung the front door open, your unexpected visitor was the last person you expected it to be.

Aaron Hotchner.

The darkness under his eyes was more prominent than usual, and his neatly cropped hair looked messy, as if he had been stressfully running his fingers through it. The permanent scowl he normally wore was missing from his lips, and there was a faint flicker of concern highlighted in his eyes. The first two buttons of his white dress shirt were undone, and his merlot colored tie hung loosely around his neck.

He looked exhausted.

Instead of speaking, you arched one of your dark brows, silently asking for the reason for his impromptu visit. As he shifted awkwardly to his other foot and cleared his throat, you realized you had never seen him look so unsure of himself.

“May I come in?”

Part of you wanted to slam the door in his face, but a bigger part of you was curious to know why your former boss had shown up at your door unannounced at ten thirty at night. Letting out a deep exhale through your nose, you stepped aside to allow Hotch to pass by you. The second the door shut with a soft click and you turned around to face him, there was already a blanket of irritation tugging his features down. He didn’t even give you a chance to question his presence before speaking.

“You’re a pain in my ass.”

A dry laugh instantly escaped your lips, and a soft furrow settled between your brows while you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Wow, you’re really good at this whole apology thing, huh?”

“I’m not here to apologize. I’m here to be honest with you, and the honest truth is you’re a huge pain in my ass. You’re stubborn, emotionally reactive, not to mention combative-”

“Then why the hell did you hire me-”

“I’m not finished.”

Hotch was speaking in that firm authoritative voice he used whenever he wanted to make it crystal clear he wasn’t in the mood for bullshit or push back. Despite your burning desire to lash out again, you bit your tongue and settled for glaring at him instead.

“You are constantly acting like you have something to prove-”

“Because you make me feel like I have to, Aaron. You, and the rest of the team, make me feel like I have to prove my worth every fucking day. Do you have any idea how exhausting that is? Or how much that makes me doubt myself?”

“Do you ever stop talking long enough to listen to someone else speak?”

Tension hung in the small space of your living room like a heavy and dense fog. Hotch observed you silently for a moment as your frustrations lingered in the air while you refused to meet his eyes. There was an unreadable expression on his face, and he seemed to wait until he could tell your emotions had leveled out slightly before speaking again.

“I admired your compassion.”

Perplexity twisted up your features as you stared across your living room at Hotch.

“What?”

“You asked why I hired you. That’s why.”

He made it sound like it was the most simple statement in the world, but it only added another layer to the cryptic labyrinth you were trying to navigate.

“I don’t understand-”

“When I reviewed your case work with you in your interview, I was impressed by your attention to detail. But I was even more impressed that when I asked you questions about the victims you had worked with, you gave me personal details about them, not just black and white facts that were in their file. You remembered things about them. You humanized them instead of speaking about them like a statistic.”

All you could do was blink at him in surprise. That was the last thing you expected to come out of his mouth. Sensing that a calmness had settled over you, Hotch took a cautious step forward and continued.

“You know just as much about the victims of notorious serial killers as you do about the serial killers themselves. Every solution you have to a problem is led with people in mind, trying to minimize casualties. You speak about victims like people, not numbers or objects. You put everyone’s feelings, and safety, before your own, and that is both the best thing about you and the worst.”

The sincerity in Hotch’s voice caught you off guard, and for a moment you weren’t sure what to say. He spoke to you in the soft voice you had once overheard him speaking to Jack in on the phone, and that caused a fluttering feeling inside your stomach. But it also added to your confusion. If he thought so highly of you, then why did he treat you the way he did?

“Why are you so different with me?”

Hotch let out a deep exhale through his nose, dragging his palm down his face slowly before loosely gesturing to you with his hand.

“Because it’s my job to protect you.”

“No it isn’t.”

It was Hotch’s turn to stare at you in puzzlement, his thick brows knit together in the center of his forehead. Running a hand through your hair in slight irritation, you shook your head slowly.

“I knew exactly what I was signing up for when I applied for this job. I knew it was dangerous-”

“My job as the unit chief is to keep my team safe-”

“No, Aaron. It’s to lead us. We all knew the risks when we joined. There is only so much you can control, you of all people should know that. I know you try to look out for us, but you don’t treat the rest of the team like you treat me. And I get it, okay? I am the youngest on the team, but I’m not a child-”

“I don’t think you’re a child.”

Hotch looked even more perplexed by your words, his head tilted to the side slightly while looking over at you.

“Y/N, your age has nothing to do with the way I treat you-”

“Then what is it?”

That uncertainty was once again shining in his eyes. It looked like Hotch was struggling internally with which version of his truth he wanted to give you. The revelation about your age not being a factor in his treatment filled you with a sense of relief, but also left you with more questions than answers. After what felt like an eternity of silence, Hotch’s face softened considerably as he took a few steps closer towards you.

“I…I care about all of you, and I don’t want to see anything happen to any of you.”

The intensity of his eye contact caused a slight shiver to nip at your spine, and it seemed like there was a hidden meaning to his sentence; something deeper.

“You…care about me?”

The tiniest of smirks tugged at the edge of Hotch’s lips, and his eyes had lightened in color with pure amusement.

“You know, for one of my most brilliant profilers, you’re pretty bad at this. Should I be concerned?”

Warmth bloomed in your cheeks hearing the faint tease lingering at the edge of his question. Hotch had never been this laid back and playful with you before. It almost sounded like he was…flirting?

Your eyes widened slightly while staring up at him, an overly dramatic gasp leaving your lips.

“Was that…a joke? Did you just make a joke? Are you feeling alright? Should I call a doctor?”

Deciding to test the waters, you brought your hand up to place the back of it against his forehead before moving it downwards to place against his cheek, as if you were checking his temperature. All of a sudden, a huge tooth bearing grin stretched across his lips, and your breath caught in your throat.

He was smiling.

Aaron Hotchner was smiling.

He gently grasped your wrist in his large hand, his grin fading to a miniscule smirk while his gaze became a little more intense.

“Actually, smartass, I’m having a bit of a rough night. One of my best profilers quit on me earlier. Although in her defense, I was kind of being a dick.”

“Kind of?”

“Don’t push it. I’m already doing something I normally don’t.”

“Which is?”

“Begging for forgiveness.”

Hotch hadn’t let go of your wrist, and either your mind was playing tricks on you, or he had somehow gotten closer. There was barely a centimeter separating your chests. Him telling you not to push it only made you want to do it that much more, and since you had already technically quit, you decided to throw caution to the wind.

“I don’t hear any begging.”

The mirth in Hotch’s eyes darkened into something you hadn’t seen before, and for a moment you were nervous that you had crossed a line. It felt like he was staring directly into your soul, searching for some answer that would determine his next move.

“You are by far the most frustrating woman I have ever met.”

Woman.

Hotch thought of you as a woman, and that caused a bright grin to stretch across your lips.

“Well, you’re no ray of sunshine either, but I still like you.”

Hotch’s grasp on your wrist tightened slightly at the end of your sentence, and a look of surprise flashed across his face before his eyes returned to that darkened look you couldn’t decipher.

“Is that so?”

His voice was low, but firm, and the sultriness of it nestled comfortably between your inner thighs. All you could do was subtly nod while staring up at him, watching as he leaned in meticulously and painfully slow.

“If I’m reading this wrong-”

“If you’re reading this wrong, you’re a terrible profiler.”

You weren’t one to wait for action, so before he could respond, you reached up to grab onto the back of Hotch’s neck and pulled him down to press your lips against his in a tentative kiss. At first he tensed up, but then you felt his body physically relax, and a soft hum sounded in your throat when he snaked his arm around your waist. Reluctantly pulling away, he gently brushed his nose against yours and whispered.

“So, I’ll see you in the office Monday?”

“Mm, no.”

Hotch pulled back so he could stare down at you in pure perplexity, and you grinned at his facial expression.

“No?”

“I’m suspended, remember? Three weeks, I think it was?”

Hotch’s lips formed into a thin line as he stared down at you, the amusement previously lingering in his eyes completely gone. You couldn’t help but laugh, lightly shoving him away from you with your palms against his chest.

“Hey, you decided my sentence.”

“You were being a brat-”

“And now this brat has a three week vacation. I’ve been meaning to take a trip anyway-”

“Actually, I haven’t filed any paperwork, so you’re not officially suspended, and you’re still a current employee. I’ll see you on Monday, Agent Y/L/N.”

The demanding tone of his voice made you bite down on your bottom lip, and you leaned back against your kitchen island while arching one of your brows in challenge and crossing your arms across your chest with a playful smirk on your lips.

“You don’t wanna see me before that, sir?”

The way you used his title clearly had an affect on him, and you suddenly realized that the emotion eclipsing his eyes was pure lust. He slowly reached his hand up to tug at the loose knot on his tie until it came undone around his neck completely, and he slowly approached you with a wolfish grin.

“Why do you think I’m here?”

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corroded-hellfire · 1 month

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Ok I feel like As You Wish!Eddie would be obsessed with that part in Enter Sandman where like he says the lines like “Now I lay me down to sleep” just to have his kids or reader repeat them back in like the innocent voice

Eddie lives his life by Metallica songs and teaches his children to do the same

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“Alright pipsqueak,” Eddie says, gently tugging on the toe of Eliza’s purple footie pajamas as he passes where she sits between her brothers on the couch. “Bedtime.”

“No!” Eliza says, quickly rolling over a hundred eighty degrees so she’s laying on her tummy and buries her face in the couch cushion.

“Yes,” Eddie says. He scoops the remote up from the coffee table and presses the off button, effectively ending Shrek 2. “Come on. Go brush your teeth, little girl.”

Luke stares at his father and gestures to the television, as if to say we were watching that too, man. Rolling his eyes, Eddie tosses the remote into his younger son’s lap.

“Eliza Marie Munson,” Eddie says.

With a huff to show her father her displeasure, the three-year-old pushes herself off the couch and disappears down the hallway. Luke flicks the television back on and the last thing Eddie hears as he follows his daughter down the hallway is his teenage sons laughing at Puss in Boots coughing up a hairball.

“Ah, ah, with the toothpaste.” Your voice floats out of the bathroom into the hallway, making Eddie chuckle as he passes and keeps walking into Eliza’s room.

Deciding to mess with the feisty little firecracker, Eddie snatches up her favorite stuffed pig and lounges on his daughter’s too-short bed. It’s only a few minutes later that Eliza’s heavy tread can be heard coming down the hallway, the heavy footsteps baffling for such a small girl. The moment she crosses the threshold into her room, Eliza’s face scrunches up and her tiny shoulders rise up toward her ears.

“Hey!”

“Is for horses,” Eddie answers.

You’re two steps behind Eliza and the moment you see Eddie on the bed you chuckle to yourself. The Little Terror is about to be unleashed.

“My bed!” Eliza launches herself up on top of her father, causing him to let out an oof as she lands on his stomach. “My Penelope!” Small hands go to grab the stuffed pig but Eddie’s quicker, moving the plush animal behind his head to use as a pillow.

“Wow, kid, you really need to learn to share,” Eddie says.

A long exhale blows from Eliza’s nose, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say it was a growl. Scooting her body up Eddie’s chest, your daughter rests her forehead against her father’s, giving him the most intimidating look she can manage. She probably doesn’t realize that to Eddie it now just looks like she has one giant eye, though. Hardly intimidating–even for the toddler.

“Did you give night-night kisses?” Eddie asks.

“Penelope,” is Eliza’s only reply.

“I’ll give you Penelope the Pig back once you give everyone goodnight kisses.”

Sitting up straight, Eliza eyes her father skeptically. When he raises his eyebrows at her, she must decide to believe him because she slides from his chest and lands on her carpet with a thud.

“Ryaaaaaan! Luuuuuuke!” Her calls echo down the hall as she runs, the shouts accompanied by the loud thumping of her feet as she picks up speed.

“And you wonder why she’s a menace,” you say to your husband, tilting your head at him as you lean against the door jamb.

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re implying,” your husband answers, giving you the most innocent doe eyes he can manage.

Before you can come up with a response, Eliza rushes past you, back into the room. She skids to a stop and spins on her covered feet to face you.

“Kiss, Mama!”

Happy to oblige her, you scoop her up in your arms and press kisses all over her face. Her giggles are infectious as she tries to dodge your lips, protesting that this is an overload of kisses. She gives you a quick squeeze around the neck and you can’t help but notice how she’s feeling heavier in your arms these days. It makes a part of you sad, remembering when she was small enough to lay in the crook of your elbow.

Eliza wriggles out of your grip and makes her way back over to her bed. Her lower lip juts out in a pout and she bats her dark eyelashes at her dad.

“Can I have Penelope now pleeeeease?” she asks in her sweetest voice.

“I guess so.”

Eddie pushes himself off the child’s bed and hands his daughter the stuffed pig. He presses a kiss to her head and tucks her in as she snuggles beneath her blankets.

“Okay, ready for prayers?” Eddie asks.

“Ready.” Eliza snuggles back against her pillow, clasps her hands together in front of her, and closes her eyes.

“Now, I lay me down to sleep.”

“Now, I lay me down to sleep,” your daughter repeats, making you smile.

“Pray the Lord my soul to keep.”

“If I die before I wake.”

“Pray the Lord my soul to take.”

“Good job.” Eddie leans down and kisses her. “Goodnight, Sweet Pea.”

“Nighty night, Daddy.”

Quietly, you slip from the room, Eddie right behind you. He flips the light switch, turning off her overhead light and activating her Mulan nightlight. Gently, he closes the door behind him, and the two of you pad down the hall towards your room.

“You think Wayne will ever catch on that’s from a Metallica song and not your devotion to God?” you ask, a smirk dancing on your lips.

“Not if someone keeps her mouth shut,” Eddie says, grabbing your sides and digging his fingers into them. Giggles erupt from you as you push his hands away and stumble into your shared room.

“Hush little baby, don't say a word,” you recite the next line of the song, walking backwards towards your bed. “And never mind that noise you heard.”

Eddie cocks an eyebrow at you as he slowly saunters forward, coming closer to you.

“It's just the beasts under your bed,” you continue. “In your closet, in your head.”

“Yeah, well,” Eddie says, smirk on his face growing, “you’re about to have a beast in your bed.”

A soft yelp shoots out of you with a bout of laughter as Eddie tackles you down on the bed. He climbs on top of you and presses kisses all over your face, just like you’d done to Eliza.

“Oof, she’s right,” you say. “Too much.”

“Oh, really?” Eddie teases. He scoffs and pretends to climb off of you.

With a roll of your eyes, your fingers grip into the front of his t-shirt and you pull him back down on top of you.

“Get back here, altar boy.”

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alexa-fika · 28 days

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Could I request child reader where she ate the devil fruit that turns her into a spotted rusted cat( it's one of the smallest cats in the world, they grow up to 5'9 to 11 inches) i think it would be fun seeing her on whitebeards ship. Just a tiny kitty running around the deck, she was in her cat form and kinda dozed off. Maybe in a crate of supplies

Please just whitebeard holding this tiny kitten in his palm or by the scruff by the neck. She just turns back into a Human. She just feral because she's an orphan and looks after herself. She isn't scared to bite and scratch.

Claws out (Whitebeard pirates x f!Cat!reader)

A/N Guys I COOKED here, I have like one curse word here so be on the lookout for that, I also had to tease our favorite Freckled man on his origins on the Moby dick, just had to. Also double post today since I have homework I have been pushing back and have to do tomorrow so im not sure if I can upload tomorrow so wanted to feed you guys before

Reader here is replaced by dokucha which means Reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

“How was the mission, Thatch?” Izou asked, walking next to his brother

“Ace and I rounded up those guys in no time; he replied, making his way into the kitchen

“They never stood a chance,” said commander pipes in

“You should have- Is that a cat?” he asks, interrupting his statements as he glances at the feline freely dozing off on top of his kitchen’s oven

“Not again! Hey! Wake up! Out of here!”

Dokusha opens her eyes as the sound of screams directed her way abruptly wakes her up, narrowing her eyes and hissing at the commanders

She shifts into her human form, taking a defensive position, ready to pounce on the two strangers

“Who are you?”

“Woah! It talks?” Ace asked his brother in disbelief with a broad smile

“Looks like it’s a zoan type,” Thatch says, glancing at the girl on his counter

“I don’t think she likes us,” Izou says, matching the stare of the stowaway and narrowing his eyes

“Get closer, and I'm clawing your eyes out,” she hisses

“Well, someone is grumpy,” Ace says, chuckling as he holds his hands up

“Now, isn’t that cute?” Thatch says with a small smile

“Hey, lil lady, how about you get off the counter, and we can talk things out?”

“How about you fuck off?”

“Aww, don’t talk like that lil one. You’re hurting my feelings,” Thatch says, smirking as he tries to come closer to the girl

“Careful, Thatch, this one is rather feisty,” Izou says

“Don’t worry, he can handle it,” Ace says, also coming closer

“Get the hell away from me!”

Ace and Thatch look at each other, smirking as they try to approach the girl

“Don’t be like that kitty, I just want to get to know you,” Thatch says, trying to take another step forward

They hiss at him, pouncing on him

Thatch laughs easily, taking hold of her wrists and trapping her against him, bringing her closer to his chest, effectively hugging her trapped

“Sorry, little lady, it’s gonna take a little bit more than that to take me down.”

Izou quickly steps close to the two, snapping a sea stone bracelet on her wrist

She frowns as her claws go back to normal, effectively leaving her defenseless, struggling against the hold Thatch had on her

Thatch keeps holding her close, ignoring her struggles with a grin on his face

“Quite the wild one,” Sighs Izou, glancing at the girl and ignoring the constant hisses and struggles

“Reminds me of your early days, Ace,” Thatch laughs

“You think so?”

A smirk was visible on Ace’s face at this, and he replied with a sarcastic tone of voice

“I reminded you of a cat?”

“A dejected one, always trying to get to Pops,” Izou comments

“I was not a dejected cat! If anything, I was a fierce one.”

“If you say so, Ace,” Thatch says with a grin on his face

“Let me go you lowlifes!” she continues hissing and struggling, unable to move and trapped in his grip

“Oh, now that’s just rude; we’re not even trying to hurt you,” Thatch says, still holding her in his grasp

“Come on, we just want to talk,” Ace says

“Let’s talk without these on then,” she growls, gesturing to the bracelet now bound around her wrist

“Sorry, the bracelet stays on,” Izou says, smiling

“We should take her to Pops, see what he wants to do,” Ace comments, glancing at the cat girl, frowning when he notices the various scratches littering her skin

“We should also have Marco take a look at her.”

“Let me go, you giant troll!”

Currently, Dokucha had found herself once again under the hands of the pirates, held by the scruff of her shirt and under the scrutiny of the captain, who simply watched her with a laugh

“Well, aren’t you a squirmy one?” Whitebeard grins as the girl continues to struggle in his hands

“She does remind me of you, boy.”

“Not this again, Pops; I was not this bad, was I ?”

“You were, went at it hundreds of times before you came around,” Laughs Vista, looking at the Flame man

“Let me down!”She yells, continuing to struggle in the hands of the large pirate, now starting to kick her legs in the direction of the large pirate

“So what do we do with this one?” Ace asks

“Take her to Marco; it seems she’s in a rough shape,” he said, placing her down

“After she has been patched up, you can show her where she’ll be sleeping; you will have to take turns watching this one.”

“Will do Pops”

She takes advantage of the small handoff and makes a dash for one of the Junior Boats

“Woah there, slow down, Madam, you’re not going nowhere but the medic bay,” says Vista, quickly taking hold of the woman, making his way to the clinic with her

“Let me go, you damn brute!”

“Brute? I’ll have you know I'm far from a brute, Madam,” he retorts

“Don’t let her get to you, Vista; you know how the new ones are,” Izou pipes in, walking next to the swordsman

“I swear I will claw your heart out once I get off these!” Dokucha growls, pulling at the restraints that now held her to the examination table

“I apologize for the restraints, but I really need to take a look at you; you have wounds that need attention, and you are at risk of an infection if they are not taken care of-yoi, please understand” sighs Marco

“How did you get all of these wounds-yoi?” Marco asked curiously once she had stopped struggling

“I don’t need to answer that,” She hisses through gritted teeth, glaring at him, trying her hardest to keep her arms from pulling at the restraints

“You certainly don’t, and no one here will force you to; we just want to help you, is all; it’s the least you could do, seeing as you are a stowaway in our ship-yoi.”

She remains quiet for a few moments after that comment

“You don’t want to talk about it, right?” Marco asks, tilting his head to the side as he takes down notes about her condition

And the many scars she had

“That’s fine; you can speak when you feel more comfortable-yoi.”

“It’s none of your business,” she mumbles

“Alright, I won’t pry then-yoi,” he replies, taking down more notes before speaking again

“Do you feel anything weird lately? Like an uneasy sensation, headaches, fatigue, or anything similar-yoi?” he questions, glancing up when he receives no response

“Let’s do something. You seem to have calmed down, so answer me the question, and I‘ll get those restraints off-yoi.”

“I have been getting fatigued lately, lots of headaches,” she mutters

“See? Not so hard now, was it-yoi?” he said, taking notes of her comments, placing the clipboard down, and snapping off her restraints

She rubs at her wrists once they have been removed

“And the sea stone?”

“We’ll keep that on until we are sure you’re not a danger to anyone on board-yoi,” Marco replies, looking up at her

“Tell me more about those headaches-yoi. Are they the throbbing type? Do they come and go?”

“No, it’s pulsating and constant.”

“And the fatigue?”

“Constant, I always feel tired and end up dozing off.”

“Have you been eating?”

“I don’t have the liberty to eat as I please,” she growls

“Been struggling lately?”

“I have since my folks were killed.”

He glances up at her

“I ‘m sorry for your loss.”

“…I appreciate that.”

He smiles, ruffling her head

“There you go, you can relax her. None of us mean any harm-you”

Be pauses as he hears a rumbling sound, his smile growing into a wide grin

“Are you purring-yoi?”

She blushes, slapping his hand away

“No!”

This has potential for a part 2 doesn’t it 👀 okay so I feel like I always start it in the supply room so I decided to switch things up and started up in the kitchen this time, spice things up a bit 💅🏽

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lovelaetter · 18 days

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hér in that two piece…

she looks like a sugar baby trying to convince her mommy not to leave her for a business trip 🥲 purposefully wearing a skimpy mini skirt and a tiny little top that doesn’t even try to cover her bra underneath. when you ask her to give up your suitcase she’s all over you, saying the dirtiest things trying to distract you so you hopefully miss your flight—and which you do because how could you when it’s hér

you getting angry with her and fucking her without letting her cum til she’s crying and all she can do is blabber out apologies to you. so soaked and so grabby with you. when you try to get her naked she gets all whiny and says “no, i put this on for you :(“

when you wipe her tears and it finally comes to her riding you she mumbles that she swears that she could “feel it in her stomach” and looks down with wide eyes at her pretty white skirt bunched and shrivelled up to her waist to see her belly bulge as you fill her pussy.

(extra thought: also imagine just bringing hér on the private jet with you after hér pleading and when you catch a certain flight crew member looking at her for too long you fuck her real good that everyone could hear who she belongs to but that’s just me)

i love the fact there isn’t a name mentioned anywhere but we just know bc hér.

she would be so fucking insisting and annoying, wrapping her arms around your neck and pouting, saying you “can’t leave me here, i’ll miss you soooo much, i might die!”, dramatic af, and you’re like “you’re not dying, rosie, now give me that” trying to get your suitcase from behind her but she’s faster, sitting on top of it like 😠 and when you say she better stop that and you’re going to be late? “hm, i hope so”. but who we fooling here, if you really cared about your trip and wanted to leave that bad you could easily push her away, kiss her goodbye and leave, but the truth is deep down you’re having so much fun with her overreacting moment. and the way she bites her lip when you check your phone and shows her that you indeed lost the flight? “now you have no choice but staying with me!”

finding the whole thing fun doesn’t mean you aren’t making her pay for it, obviously, sighing and grabbing her waist, looking at her like who asks “what am i going to do with you?” while she giggles. let’s out a loud gasp that turns into a moan when you force her to bend over the back of the couch and your hand slides between her legs, instinctively pushing against your touch. kicking and whining when your hand stops and her orgasm drifts away, arching her back trying to get more of your fingers but only getting a laugh and a “look at you, not so feisty anymore” from you. not so hard to make her cry as she’s so used to getting what she wants from you, tears threatening to spill by the second orgasm you deny her and sliding down her cheeks halfway through the third edging. can’t barely speak as you repeat it for a fourth time, sobbing when you give her pussy light spanks, her clit aching, asking if she’s really, really sorry and all she can is nod, crying harder when you tell her to use her words. so lost that when you finally let her cum she doesn’t babble the usual “thank you” but keeps on going “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry”, to which you have to turn her around and shush her with kisses because it’s almost pitiful.

barely being able to close her legs after, hugging you and letting you carry her to bed because of course you’re not done. didn’t she want you to stay at home with her? might as well enjoy it to the fullest! i think she would insist on eating you out before riding you, because she loves to taste you but mostly to give her a break. kneeling between your legs as you sit at the edge of the bed, so weak, but almost purring when you grab her chin and brush hair off her face. genuinely not her best job, her mind still a little fuzzy, tongue all over the place but the important part is that she does make you cum, coming up with a big smile and the lower half of her face all wet.

you can’t help but chuckle when she whines and stops you from taking her top off, simply lowering it to show her tits. ignores you saying her clothes are going to get out of place anyways, sliding easily down your strap, mouth opening in a big ‘O’, quiet at first as you let her found her rhythm up and down, listening to the wet squelches from her abused pussy. growing louder and louder as you take in your hands the job to bounce her up and down, making her take all of the toy’s length. backing away a bit and opening her eyes suddenly and staring at you with mouth hanging open, moving her skirt to get a better view, in awe, taking your hand to her tummy and muttering it’s too big and that she can “feel it here”, almost going cross eyed as you feel it too and make her go faster.

waking up the next morning and she’s wasted in your arms, looking like an angel, as if you didn’t do the worst to her night before. poor baby, being so sad to wake up and find you getting ready to take a private jet because you really need to take this business trip, she will miss you so much. but lighten up after you stare at her for a long time and ask if she wants to come you, going “yesyesyesyes” and jumping on your arms :( she doesn’t mind it’s going to be boring and that she’s going to be alone most of the time, just knowing that at the end of the day she won’t have to wait for a call because instead you’ll be coming back for her at the hotel?! she’s the happiest girl in the world.

AND FUCKING HER DURING THE FLIGHT??? her trying so hard to be quiet while being on your lap and your touch, even if nice and slow, still feel like too much as she’s still sensitive and you’re not being that merciful as well, filling her with three fingers :( you can be so mean to her sometimes!

#asks #blackpink smut #rosé smut #🥀 anon

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pandoramyst · 1 year

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Can we get more Jake x reader with their children it’s so cute!

absolutely <33333333 glad u liked my little drabble

it was awfully difficult for you to hide your swooning for dad jake. the way he held tuk in his arms until she feel asleep and how he watched her lovingly as she wrapped her tiny hand around his big thumb. or how he made sure nobody went to sleep angry, and that any problem you ran into was resolved before the sun went down.

you, kiri and tuk were sitting around the fire, kiri braiding her hair and tuk in your arms looking up at you as you cooked the fish you had caught that same morning. the boys were gone, out hunting and jake had left a while later to fetch them. it didn't dawn on you that they were gone for a while until you heard jake's voice in the distance.

"you hungry, tuktuk?" she cooed before giggling playfully. her eyes squinted and you admired her adorable expression. you enjoyed moments like these were you took care of jake's children. your children. it made you feel whole. you wished you savored this moment as you heard your husband's voice from afar.

"jesus, you must be some real geniuses to not know how to follow direct orders," he grunted as he walked towards where you three were sitting. your town sons were following him, heads down as they knew what they did and what was coming. Jake stood in front of the fire, hands balled up into fists as he stared at his two sons that were now standing behind you.

you held tuk closer to your chest as to not scare her and looked between jake and your sons. kiri was alarmed too, staring at her two brothers.

"what happened?" your legs remained crosses in front of you as you awaited for an answer. jake laughed sarcastically and pointed at his two sons.

"these two knuckleheads thought I would be a good idea to sneak up on a Thanator. Practically got killed." jake said looking away from his guilty sons. at this, you stood up. still rocking tuk in your arms, you faced your sons, scanning to make sure they weren't wounded.

"are you hurt?" you went to both of them, caressing their cheeks as they gave you those saddened eyes, those eyes filled with guilt and fear.

"we're fine, mother" neteyam said, assuring you with a smile. jake walked towards them, pointing a finger at them while doing so.

"I told you to stay away from obvious threats, you are not trained for that yet. why do you not listen?" he hissed at them and their faces contorted at their father's screaming. lo'ak opened his mouth to speak but neteyam beat him to it.

"dad, we thought we had it. we wanted to-"

"wanted what, huh? wanted to get yourselves killed? jesus, one of these days you are gonna give me a heart attack. go to your rooms. go!" he yelled and gestured them to go to their hut. you sighed and nodded at them as they walked towards their rooms.

you turned around towards your husband who had his hand on his forehead, sighing heavily.

"I'll go help them" she stood up, fixing her newly braided hair.

"thank you, kiri" you told her and kissed her forehead before she followed her brothers. you stared at your husband who was huffing and puffing, fuming at his son's behavior.

"what am I gonna do? no matter what I say, no matter how I scold them, they always step in harm's way" he threw his arms up as a gesture of "giving up". a bad thing about being a father was the worry he constantly felt for his children. lo'ak and neteyam took from his father. they had his ambition and his curiosity. his warrior like mentality. it was certainly a challenge to keep them at bay, but it was much more difficult for jake to handle that, than it was for you.

you were feisty enough to keep him at his feet when you first met. always going about things in an aggressive manner. but you had been pregnant for so long that your body's condition calmed jake, made him less worried. but his sons sparked a worry in him that he had only felt with you. the worry of losing someone. thankfully, he had you to relieve him of his worries.

"Jake.." you walked towards him, placing your hand on his shoulder.

"they are ambitious, like you. hard-headed but they are warriors like you. you can't blame them for that. they have your nature." he looked at you with pain in his eyes. you knew he was scared. as proud as he was to admit it, you knew as soon as you looked into his eyes.

"thought we lost them," he laid his head on your shoulder, staring down at your daughter in your arms. you put your hand on the back of his head, caressing his hair.

"I know, hun. but they're fine, they're alive. we are all alive," he sighed, looking back up at you. he rested his forehead on yours, breathing in your air.

"just wanna keep em' safe, you know?"

"they're safe here jake, you can stop worrying now." he leaned in to kiss you and you let him, caressing his cheek. the baby in between you was making gargling sounds to express disgust. you both pulled away and looked at her, letting out a synchronized giggle.

"you don't worry about that now, go to sleep, honey" he planted kisses on her cheeks, prompting her to giggle loudly. he tickled her sides and you admired his change in attitude. you stared into his eyes that were filled with admiration. the young child under him, opened her eyes wide as she stared up at her father, grabbing at the air and reaching out for her father.

"oh, this is what you want? hm?" he reached at the back of his head, pulling the hair tie that held his hair in a ponytail. he let his dreads fall loose for his daughter to grab, as he knew she loved to play with them. you placed your hand on his cheek, pulling his face up to look at you.

"I love you," you whispered through a smile. his eyes softened and he intertwined his fingers with yours.

"I love you too, kid"

#jake sully age gap #jake sully x y/n #jake x reader #jake smut #jake sully x reader #avatar the way of water #spider avatar #avatar smut #avatar 2009 #avatar #avatar neteyam #avatar 2022 #avatarthewayofwater #dilf jake sully

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mastermindmiko · 5 months

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Poor Mrs Norris

Pairing: Fred Weasley + reader

Word count: 834

Summary: You plan out a prank with Fred and George

Warnings: pranks, hexing, kissing that's all, but lmk if there's anything else

Requests are open

Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.

At first I thought it was endearing, and sweet. The way he would make sure that I'm feeling well, ate enough and that I am enjoying myself. Now, it's been bringing a bubbly sensation in my stomach that I can't get rid off.

"If we go to Flich's office, we can kidnap Mrs Norris and then-"

"Bold of you to assume that Mrs Norris can be kidnapped she's one feisty cat." I shake my head disapprovingly at Fred's plan, knowing that the cat would scratch his hand enough before she's a meters distance away from him. Fred flirts, "Just like you."

He sends me a wink, and if there were a month ago, merlin, even a few days ago I would have rolled my eyes and continued on with my day, but now, the stupid fluttery, bubbly feeling is back. George says, "We'll just hex her from where she's at."

"How will we get filch away from her long enough to do the hex?" Fred continues, eager to make this prank amazing, hilarious and fool proof. I suggest, "One of you can set up a dungbomb to make Filch notice, and while he's too bust running to catch you, I can hex Mrs Norris."

Poor Mrs Norris, I didn't actually want to hex her, she's a pretty nice cat if you ignore the whole scratching and violent thing she has going on. Luckily, the hex won't hurt her or anything, it'll only last a few hours at most.

"I can do it, since I'm the fastest runner." George says, and Fred looks at his brother like he's grown two heads. Fred counters, "I am the fastest runner."

"No, I am-"

"It really doesn't matter who is faster as long as Filch doesn't catch you." I say, looking between the two bickering boys disapprovingly, but finding Fred's pout adorable.

I think I spend too much time gazing at Fred's beauty because next thing I know he's looking at me with a smug grin then he teases, "You're staring."

"I am not."

"I understand that I'm completely irresistible, but love, you can hide it a bit better than that." Fred continues to tease me, and I roll my eyes, standing up, hoping that he doesn't notice the blush on my face.

"George, you've got the bombs?" I ask, and George stands up waving them. Fred stands up too and I say, "Let's do this then."

George nods his head then leaves the room already making his way to the far side of the corridor a few feet away from where Filch's office is located.

I hide behind one of the pillars and wait until I hear the sound of the bombs exploding then see Filch leaving the room. I wait patiently, but then I feel a hand wrapping around my waist.

I look up to see Fred waiting behind me, eyes trained to the door. I gasp and remove his hand, taking a step back. I say, "What are you doing here?"

"Pranking Filch with you, genius." Fred says, smiling at me, and my face heats again. This crush was getting out of hand, of course he was pranking Filch with me. He looks back at the door and I look at him.

I wonder how anyone could not be able to differentiate between Fred and George. They were identical twins, but there were so many differences. Fred's face was rounder, and he has that adorable freckle on his neck, and that cute-

"You're staring again." Fred says, catching me in the middle of looking at the tiny freckle about his top lip. I turn redder, but don't break the eye contact. I blink a few times, and maybe I've Imagined it, but I see Fred looking at my lips.

It was a spur of the moment thing, I don't even think about it because I know that if I do I'll find a million reasons not to do this. I step up on my tiptoes and kiss him. He reciprocates the kiss before I even realize what I was doing.

He wraps his arms around me and I toy with the hairs on the nape of his neck. He presses me against the pillar and we kiss for what feels like the perfect equivalent of both a second and an eternity.

We hear footsteps approaching and we part. George comes jogging towards us and he has a bit of sweat on his forehead. He's grinning wildly in anticipation. He asks, "Did you do it?"

I didn't even hear the bomb exploding or Filch running after George, so we definitely didn't hex Mrs Norris. I bite my lip sheepishly and Fred answers, "No, we didn't."

"Why not?" George pouts and then he looks confused. He looks at Fred and I, and I feel myself blush. I notice Fred's ears turning pink too. George rambles, "Why are you blushing? And why is your lipstick smudged? And-"

George gasps, and that's the day Fred Weasley became my boyfriend.

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daisies-daydreams · 11 months

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Greetings! I am here to request a little short piece about Price holding his first-born child. A daughter that kicks, and babbles like a baby should. As the female reader watches from the doorway of the nursery. Of course, when he turns around, he tries to play it cool, but he can’t help the tear in his eye. Thank you, notthatfanfictionwriter

Pairing: John Price x F!Reader Category: Fluff Warnings: None! Author’s Note: Hello dear! Thank you very much for your sweet request! 🫶 I can definitely see Price as a girl dad. D/N = Daughter’s Name.

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You quietly padded down the hall, eyes set on the nursery. You put your daughter (D/N) down for a nap about an hour ago, and the small noises coming from the room told you she should be awake by now. Just as you rounded the corner and walked through the doorway, you froze. A smile spread cheek to cheek as you watched your husband, John, bounce her in his bulky arms. You leaned on the threshold as you watched them tenderly. Your husband’s eyes sparkled as he spoke to (D/N) in a hushed tone.

“You have a good nap, yeah?" John asked. Your baby gurgled and kicked around in her little blanket. He laughed. “Feisty little thing-you definitely get that from your mum," John chuckled softly. You rolled your eyes. He hummed as he pointed a finger down and tickled her chubby belly. She giggled, the sound floating around the room like bubbles.

“Look at you, little dove. You've got my eyes and your mum’s pretty hair,” John beamed. You heard him gasp slightly when she suddenly wrapped her tiny palm around his digit. It was incredible how small she was compared to him: her papa bear.

Your heart melted as John leaned down and pressed his lips to the top of your daughter’s head. The little one squealed, raising her other tiny fist as if to protest the feeling of his scratchy beard.

“Sorry, love,” John murmured as he smoothed the small tuft of soft, messy hair. (D/N) babbled in reply. The corners of his eyes wrinkled as his mustache curled up with his bright smile. You could barely make it out, but it looked like a faint tear was rolling down his cheek. He slowly turned as he swayed her in his arms. John’s body stiffened when he saw you leaning on the doorframe, soon shuffling in place awkwardly as you walked towards him.

“I was…just getting (D/N) up from her nap,” he explained. His rigid exterior seemed to melt when you pressed a warm kiss to his scruffy cheek. You tilted your head down and gave him a knowing glance once you pulled back. “What?” he blinked. You shook your head and kissed his cheek again, your hand falling down to pat his lower back.

“I knew you were a softie,” you said. John huffed.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, though you couldn’t help but notice the tear stain down his cheek as he cracked a small grin.

You knew how he felt about being a father for the first time. Even though he didn't always express it, you were aware of the doubt that filled him throughout your pregnancy. How could he by worthy to hold something so precious as a life when he’s taken them for years? You had to remind John that he saved more lives than taken them, something that stuck with him to this day.

Your baby suddenly broke out into a high-pitched squeal, causing both of you to look down at her. She gave you a wide, toothless grin, her sea-green eyes shining with overabundant joy. John glanced over at you, his features relaxed and warm.

“I think she wants her mum,” he said. Your daughter, however, reached her hands out towards him and whined. You rested a hand on his forearm.

“No-I think she wants her papa to hold her a little while longer,” you replied while patting his arm. He raised a bushy brow and looked down at the small infant beaming up at him.

“You sure, love?” he asked, a bit of hesitancy laced in his gruff voice. (D/N) babbled and stuck her tongue out. John couldn't help but laugh at his child’s silliness, mirroring her expression.

“Don't worry, I know she's in good hands," you nudged his shoulder lightly. "Besides, I have other chores I need to finish. If she needs to eat she’ll start crying for me,” you told him. He nodded before looking back down at the babe in his arms.

“Alright, sweetpea. You’re with me,” John beamed as he tapped her button nose. She giggled again as he strode towards the rocking chair in the corner of the room. You smiled as he slid into the seat, your daughter cooing as he snatched a book off of a nearby shelf.

“You're in for a treat, little dove," John said as he cracked open the book. Your baby chewed and slobbered on her hand as she tried to shove it into her mouth. "Your Nan read this to me when I was a babe,” he smiled. (D/N) tilted her head curiously as she went to clutch her blanket. John's eyes became misty again as he leaned down to press another kiss to her head.

“I’ll be in the bedroom,” you said as you turned. John gave a small grunt in reply. You heard him clear his throat as you stepped out of the nursery.

“Corduroy is a bear who once lived in the toy department of a big store...” he began. You couldn’t help but feel your heart melt at your husband being so caring and attentive to your little one. It wasn’t long before you returned from putting your laundry away. You grinned ear to ear as you saw (D/N) secure and fast asleep in John's lap, your love snoring softly with the book hanging loosely in his other hand. You pulled your phone out, silently capturing the moment. You were careful as you tiptoed back into the hall, leaving the door cracked open.

“Sweet dreams,” you whispered gently.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

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strawberryama · 2 years

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younger, tiny fem reader x hotaru haganezuka~

content : age gap!!! (early/mid twenties reader. If you arent comfy with that/dont like it, just dont read it. Easy as that.), lil bit o blood /Hotaru cuts his hand, tsundere-ish? reader, fingering, squirting, one (1) cunt slap, “good girl,” i didnt beta read im sorry;;

Word Count : 3.2k

Minors DNI!! 18+

“Hotaru!”

The yell startled the daylights out of the man, freezing him in his tracks. If the shout wasn’t enough, the ice cold glare directed at him by the housekeeper surely would do the trick.

“I cannot believe you,” the young girl griped. She quickly grabbed the older man’s by the arm, leading him around the corner of the veranda. For such a young thing, she sure had grip as strong as the ore Hotaru worked with.

“What is it this time?” he groaned.

______ quickly came to a halt, huffing up to him in disgust and frustration. “Are you trying to upset me? Or are you truly that dense?”

“Me?! You’re the one grabbing me and yelling at me!”

“Take your mask off for one second maybe and you’d get it through that thick skull of yours!”

Hotaru’s voice immediately rose in pitch, mocking the girl. “‘Take your mask off’…nag, nag, nag! You say that like I wear this for fun!”

Sick of the bickering, ______ reached up for the clown mask. Surprisingly, Hotaru didn’t put up much of a fight as it was shifted to the side of his face. Not even when the soft palm of ______’s hand pushed against his cheek, directing his attention to behind them. That’s when he finally caught sight of what she meant.

A trail of dark red drops had followed them, letting all in the building know of Hotaru’s whereabouts. Looking to his arm that ______ held onto, he saw a deep wound in the palm of his hand. He must’ve gotten it while working. Normally something like that was hard to miss, but he was the kind of man to submerge himself entirely in his work. He wasn’t too shocked, but he’d normally remember a cut like that.

“Idiot,” ______ muttered as she moved his mask back over, covering his face. She wasted no more time, tugging Hotaru into the kitchen.

“Sit.”

Hotaru’s arm was finally released once he sat upon a little wooden stool. For once, he had no retort. The housekeeper was as feisty as he was, but he knew she was just trying to take care of him. So Hotaru sat patiently, waiting with his palm up.

Truthfully, he felt a bit bad for dragging his blood all over the veranda. That would be her job to clean up. He knew even if he offered, she would refuse. It’s not like she’d let him help with dinner either. ______ was even more stubborn than him. But still, she did all the work. That was why she worked there, of course. That way everyone could focus on their work without living in shit conditions.

Hotaru’s gaze met ______’s as she knelt before him, gently taking his hand in her smaller one. In her other hand, she held a wet rag. ______ wiped up all the excess blood that spilled from the wound. As she applied a bit of pressure, Hotaru studied her face. She was pretty cute he had to admit; the way her tongue poked out a bit, and the scrunch of her eyebrows as she concentrated. Fuck…she adorable.

“______, why haven’t you taken a husband?”

The girl didn’t even miss a beat, not looking up. “Why haven’t you taken a wife? You’re much older than me.”

“I’m thirty-seven!”

“Exactly! So mind your business!”

______ set aside the wet rag that now was dyed red, reaching for the bandages she set besides her. At first, she was gentle, not wanting to put too much pressure on the wound. It seemed only superficial but having more blood seep out would only make a bigger mess. That was the last thing she wanted; especially with the veranda to clean after this.

“______. Are you seeing anyone at least?”

“No. Are you, old man?”

“I’m not that old!”

“Then why haven’t you married and had kids then? Hm? By now you should be on your, what? Third kid, at the very least?”

“And you should be on your second!”

“Why does it matter to you?!”

“None of your business!”

The more they bickered, the tighter ______ wrapped up Hotaru’s hand. But after his last comment, it shut down their argument. As she came to the end of the bandage, ______ was more gentle.

“______,” Hotaru began for a third time.

“What?!”

“It’s too tight…”

She gave a bit of a huff but quickly unwound the bandage. ______ was more gentle this time, getting it just right. This time Hotaru allowed her to focus, no longer provoking her. With the accurate amount of attention given, this time around, the bandage was wrapped not too tight, not too loose.

______ gave a gentle pat to his hand before pushing off her knees to stand up. “There. Now be more aware next time. I’m nothing special and can’t heal or whatever. I’m just a housekeeper.”

Hotaru sat still on the wooden stool, staring at his hand. He flexed his fingers, gently opening and closing his fist. It was easy to move with. This was far from the first time ______ had patched someone up. And now that he was thinking about it, she missed a step.

Raising from his seat, Hotaru held his hand out, palm up. “You missed the last step.”

Setting the bloody rag in a bucket, ______ turned to him, eyebrow raised. “Uh…no I didn’t?”

“Yeah. You did.”

“Enlighten me.”

Fuck. Hotaru could feel his face warming up. He didn’t think about her asking what it was. But it’s too embarrassing to say. “You have to-!” Fuck fuckfuck!!! His voice cracked.

“Ahem. Kiss it better.”

The bewildered look on ______’s face slowly morphed into one of embarrassment. Her cheeks turned red and she couldn’t even find a witty retort. That was something she only did for the younger kids in the village. Since when did this old man expect that of her?!

But at a loss for words, she took his hand in both of hers. ______ couldn’t even look up at him. She quickly lowered her head, softly kissing his palm wrapped up in the bandages. As fast as she went down, she came right back up, avoiding all eye contact.

Turning towards the bucket with the rag, ______ grabbed it in haste. “G…Get better.”

She quickly made her way out, returning to the trail of blood on the veranda

Hotaru’s hand healed up just fine and quickly much to everyone’s relief. A cranky Haganezuka was never a pleasurable experience, but a cranky and injured Haganezuka was even less desirable. He thankfully was back to work though, and his first assignment was done already.

It was late in the night when he’d finally finished, and truthfully, this was the first time Hotaru was unsure of something he’d made. He had made plenty of beautiful swords; never once did he doubt them or their craftsmanship. But this - this was something new. Something he wasn’t entirely certain of. What if the recipient hated it? What if they thought it was stupid? Even worse, what if they wouldn’t accept it at all?

Hotaru had left his mask behind cause of how late it was, certain that it’d simply be those within the village around. He approached a specific room with light foot steps, noticing the lantern light was still glowing. Perfect. She’s awake.

Without even announcing himself, Hotaru slid back the shoji. “Excuse me, ______-“

Never in his life, had Hotaru made a larger mistake, nor a more embarrassing mistake. The very moment he stepped inside he was met with a high pitched shriek and a pillow to the face.

“Get out!”

This was the first and the last time, Hotaru decided then, that he’d ever be nice. He grabbed the pillow, practically growling. Throwing it right back, he yelled, “Do you mind? I’m trying to be nice!”

Once the pillow left his hand though, he finally got what exactly cause ______ to shriek. Her kimono was undone and she was in a compromising position, to put it nicely. Hotaru felt his face heat up instantly. In fact, his whole body was on fire. He had to act fast before someone else walked by, or someone came over wondering why ______’d yelled in the first place. The only problem was Hotaru’s brain had completely shut off.

His body moved completely on its own. It stepped into ______’s room fully before shutting the sliding door.

“Calm down! Calm down! I am so sorry,” Hotaru panicked. He began to kneel down, trying to bow deeply as an apology.

All the while, ______ was trying to cover herself and preserve what little dignity she had left. To be caught with two fingers as far as they’d go into her cunt was embarrassing as is. But to be caught like so by one of the most attractive men she’d ever laid eyes on, was even more psychologically damaging. And now he was bowing before her, forehead at the edge of her futon mattress.

“Get up. Please, this is the worst! This is so embarrassing!”

. . .

It took a moment but the pair eventually settled down and sat face to face. Though neither of them could really look each other in the eye. The tension was so thick that it was suffocating.

It wasn’t until Hotaru cleared his throat that the silence was cleared. “I made you a gift.”

______ perked up a bit, tilting her head. “Wh…Why?”

“A-A, ahem! A thank you for all the work you do, and for taking care of my hand. I made you a hair pin.”

“A hair pin?” ______ sounded so soft. Hotaru’s heart nearly stopped when he looked towards her and saw the look on her face. She was precious. The look of wonder and surprise suited her well. It made her look adorable.

Hotaru slowly took the wooden box out from his sleeve, setting it on the floor for ______. She didn’t hesitate to reach for it. Her eyes lit up as she opened the box and marveled at the jewelry. It was simple, but it was gorgeous. Hotaru had made a silver hair pin with a crescent moon at the end as decoration. It must’ve taken him forever. This was so different from the swords he forged. Nonetheless, it was flawless and clean, just like his other work. It was beautiful.

“Th…Thank you, Hotaru. It’s stunning!”

She had the purest smile; a smile that Hotaru hoped wouldn’t leave his memories any time soon. If he got to see that smile everyday, then he’d keep fighting for another day, one at a time. He’d decided right there and then, ______’s smile was his motivation for anything and everything.

“I’m glad you like it. It’s late though, so I’ll let you return to your…activities,” he mumbled the last bit. Hotaru began to stand up but felt a soft hand grab onto his wrist. Mid-stand, Hotaru looked down to the younger woman, eyes wide.

“Actually, would you…stay?”

That was how Hotaru came to his current situation. A situation he’d had impure thoughts about, sure, but never thought would happen.

Sat in between his legs was ______, kimono open and sliding off her shoulders. Her face rested against his collarbone as she tried to hide her embarrassment. She was the one that had boldly asked if he would ‘lend a hand.’ Yet here she was, whimpering as one of his hands fondled her left breast. All the while, his other hand ran circles over her inner thigh.

“You’re all bark and no bite after all, aren’t you?” he chuckled. He was putting up a good front, but inside, Hotaru was also malfunctioning. How was it even possible for her skin to be so soft?! And the little whines that left her lips were driving him up a wall! Focus, Hotaru! You’re just gonna help her, then head to your room for the night, he told himself.

“Hotaru, I need you,” she whined breathlessly.

“Where’s your manners?”

_______’s hips jolted as Hotaru’s hand grew closer to where she needed him. “Pl-Please! Please, Hotaru!”

“There you go.”

Hotaru wasn’t always the most patient despite his craft, so once he got what he wanted, he gave in. This scenario was no different. His callused fingertip dipped into her folds, running up and down slowly. He collected her slick, trailing up to her clit, gently rolling it a few times.

The moan that left ______’s throat, pleading for more, was heavenly. Hotaru wasn’t going to make it without cumming in his pant if she sounded this good now. He wasn’t even a finger in yet. He was getting aroused at the thought of what she may sound like when he gets two fingers into the tight cunt.

He applied more pressure as two of his fingertips drew circles over that oh so sensitive clit. Each movement elicited a breathy whine or throaty moan from ______. Each one got more and more needy. This wasn’t enough. She wanted more from Hotaru. She needed more from him.

______ tilted her head up, eyes pleading with him. And while Hotaru wasn’t too experience, he could see what she was silently asking for. Which he was happy to supply. He craned his neck down, his lips meeting her own with a soft grunt. Hotaru began to flick ______’s clit side to side quickly, swallowing every whimper of hers. He began grinning into the kiss as he felt her body shaking against his broad chest. She was so damn sensitive.

Breaking the kiss with a sigh, he let out a deep chuckle. “You’re so needy.”

“Inside, pl..please. I-I need you inside,” she panted.

“I don’t know. You’re already so sensitive, ______,” Hotaru teased.

“Please! I can handle it! I promis-! Ah!”

A sudden sharp slap to her cunt interrupted _______, causing her to jump. The pitiful, helpless look in her teary eyes was enamoring. He wasn’t planning on teasing her too much, but Hotaru was in love with that look. It was one he never saw during the day. He already knew this had to be his favorite side of her; a side that only he got to see.

Hotaru let out a dramatic sigh, looking down at the housekeeper. “I suppose, since you said please, I can indulge your request. After all,” he began. He spread her pussy lips with two fingers. “you’re so wet. You’re a good girl and can handle my fingers, right? You wanted me to stay cause they’re thicker and longer, yeah?”

______ gulped, nodding. She was practically salivating at the thought of what his fingers would feel like. “M-Mhm..”

“Good girl. I’ll start slow.”

And just as promised, one fat, long finger began to prod at her tight hole. Her cunt wrapped about his finger as he gently pushed in. Even Hotaru let out a groan at the tightness, causing ______ to feel lightheaded. God, his moans are the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, she thought.

______’s slick was practically dripping down Hotaru’s hand at this point. As he began pumping his finger in and out, ______’s moans only got louder. Her fingers couldn’t reach as far as his. And just one finger was nearly the stretch of two of hers. Everything about Hotaru was bigger and better in the best way possible. His pace began to pick up steadily, causing her hips to grind to meet with it.

Then the calloused pad of his fingertip hit a spot that had ______ yelping, breath hitching. Figuring it was just a fluke, Hotaru experimentally curled his finger like he just had. The shudder that left _______’s body was sinful. The broken moan was hot. He needed more.

Hotaru was relentless, his free hand wrapping about her waist to press her firmly against him. With each curl of his finger, ______ would squirm and whine, tears of pleasure building up. It only sent her over the edge each time her hips pressed into his palm, clit grinding against the heel of his hand.

“W-Wait! Hah! H-Hotaru! Please-“

Her cries fell on deaf ears though as the older man was out of it. Hotaru was allowing for his body to take over, intuition trying its best to make ______ feel good. Was it too soon to add another finger? Hotaru’s body didn’t let his thoughts fester for too long, deciding on its own.

Eagerly, Hotaru added his ring finger, forcing it into ______’s cunt. Her walls ached at the stretched and she threw her head back against his chest. ______ grabbed Hotaru’s thighs, nails digging into the meat of them.

“H-Hotaru, mm!”

Hotaru took advantage of her head being tossed back, slotting his lips perfectly into hers. He groaned into the kiss, ______ whining in response. She let out a muffled squeal as she felt Hotaru’d released her squirming body only to add more and more pleasure. His fingertips began to attend to her swollen clit again, rolling the abused nub.

There was so much stimulation going on. She was going to drown in the pleasure. She was going to go absolutely brain dead. The only thought on her mind was Hotaru. Hotaru. Hotaru! Hotaru Hotaru Hotaru!

His name came out in a jumble as she felt her vision get splotchy. She was hot and couldn’t keep up. Both of the thick, strong fingers were curling into her tight cunt. The noise they made was obscene. It almost threatened to drown out the moans that Hotaru let out, right in _______’s ear.

“Cum,” he panted softly. “Be a good girl and cum for me”

“Mm!”

_______’s head began to shake back and forth, unable to take the pleasure she was being given anymore. She let out a choked whine and her vision filled with splotches. Her dripping pussy squeezed even tighter about Hotaru’s fingers and he was forced to stop pumping. His other hand never stopped flicking her clit though. Not even when the clear liquid squirted out and all over his arm.

Hotaru watched in awe as the younger girl writhed under his touch, cumming about his fingers and squirting onto him. He did that; he’d made her feel this good.

He finally let up, giving her abused cunt some room to breathe once ______ stopped squirting. Her grip on his thighs loosened and she slouched in exhaustion against him, gasping for air.

There was one thing that the sword smith was curious about though. The thick, creamy fluid that coated his two fingers. He didn’t even give ______ time to stop him before him stuck them in his mouth, tongue swirling about and lapping up every drop. ______ weakly reached up to his arm, whining in protest but it was too late.

“Tasty,” he murmured as his fingers popped from his mouth. “Perhaps next time, I know what I’ll be partaking in.”

“…’Taru..”

Looking down with a grin, Hotaru chuckled. “What?”

______’s arm that reached for Hotaru’s hand fell. She was still catching her breath after the orgasm he’d managed to rip out of her. She was truthfully a bit surprised her eyes were still open.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and to bed.”

“Thank you.”

…

Snuggled up to Hotaru as he carried her bridaly beneath the veranda in the cold night air, ______ sighed softly.

“It truly is a wonder you’ve not taken a wife, old man.”

“And I suppose,” he mocked. “it’s a wonder you’ve yet to take a husband, after all.”

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