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lowkeyremi · 11 months

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Bakugo with the kids >:3 (bakugo x fem!reader)

This post was possible bc of @shima707 they commented on my bkg dad post for more so i decided to write more :D

"Daddy, Shoko's cryin' again." Mayako says shaking her father. Katsuki usually sleeps in on Sundays with you by his side but for some reason he's waking up upon the fact that the newest addition to the family is crying.

"Where's mommy at? Tell her to get Shoko." He mumbles under the covers. Mayako gets off the bed to open the blackout curtains which causes Katsuki to groan loudly.

"I looked for mommy but she's not here!!" Katsuki perks up at those words, where could you be early on a Sunday morning?

"She's not here? That's weird, she woulda told me if she was goin' somewhere." Mayako glares at her father, it's actually pretty ironic. Katsuki feels like he's staring at himself.

Your blond husband rises from bed to brush his teeth, this was not how he imagined his day would start.

"Can you get one of Shoko's clean bottles off the rack, Maya?" he asks between brushes.

"Mommy already made a bottle for her its in the fridge left with a note to warm it up." Katsuki finds it strange that you left without saying anything. The hero jogs his memory trying to remember if you said anything about going out on Sunday.

Once he's freshened up, he makes his way to the nursery with Mayako by his side like a little assistant or something.

"Your brothers 'wake yet?" He asks opening the nursery door, he is met by loud cries from his little one.

"I think Kaien is awake, not sure about Kitaro." Katsuki nods, he picks up his daughter with his washed hands. He wanted all of his kids to have K names like him but you argued it'd be too confusing. You agreed on both your sons having K names but you named Shoko and Mayako.

"Alright Shoko, that's enough crying." She's only about four months old which means aside from eating, pooping and peeing, crying is all she can really do. He cradles her and puts the bottle in her mouth. The cries stop immediately and she sucks on the bottle harshly.

"Daddy, please don't get mommy pregnant anymore. I'm tired of hearing crying everyday." She admits in a tired tone as if she's the one who cares for all the children. She does contribute to her siblings care though.

"Hah? I hafta hear crying every day, more than you did and how do you even know I'm the reason mommy has babies?" He's shocked to say the least, Mayako is only nine.

"Well for one mommy was always like 'I swear on my life all that man wants to do is get me pregnant' or 'I'm not having anymore of his kids after this one' so I asked Aunty Mina what she was talking about and she gave me as she called it 'a watered down version of how babies are made'." Mayako explained to her father. He should've known it was Mina.

He switched Shoko's postion so he could burp her, then he realized he needed her towel or he'd have spit up on his shirt.

"'N what exactly did Mina say?" He completely ignores that fact that you've complained about pregnancy, he's heard it all before. Whatever Mina told his daughter was something ridiculous he already knew it.

"She said that you slid your hotdog into mommy's bun and the mayo created a baby hotdog." Katsuki cringes hard. Out of all the things Mina could have told his daughter it had to be that.

"I hate that idiot so much." He mumbles. Shoko gives a good burp and a few coos. Katsuki adores the fact that Shoko has your eyes and your nose.

"Go tell Kaien to brush, Kitaro too if he's 'wake." Mayako gives a silent nod and stomps out of the nursery. Katsuki predicts that Kaien will come crying in a little bit, he and his sister clash often due to Mayako's firey temper and his softness.

He's determined to change Shoko's diaper and clothes before Kaien comes in crying.

Katsuki gets lucky and is able to start breakfast when Kaien comes crying in the kitchen. "Daddy, Mayako's being mean. I hate her!" He yells folding his arms.

"Woah kid, we don't say hate. Especially not about family." Katsuki says, he's in his 'Kiss the chef' apron in courtesy of you.

"You say hate all the time!" Kaien argues, and well, he's right. Katsuki doesn't want his child outsmarting him, though.

"That's cuz I'ma grown up." It's the best thing he can come up with at the moment. A father of four with his wife away can only do so much. He's got Shoko strapped to his chest while he's cooking.

Katsuki gets no respond from his son, so it's time to do some digging.

"What did your sister do, Kaien?" He was not at all prepared for Kaien's answer, he expected that she was bossing him around or something.

"S-she said that I can't use the spicy toothpaste because I'm a baby!" Spicy toothpaste? Oh, he must mean the mint toothpaste.

"What did you tell her?" He quickly scarmbles the eggs with the cooking chopsticks.

"I told her six isn't a baby and she said it is." Katsuki almost laughed, not at Kaien. It's just that cute little pout he has on his face.

"Maya-"

"Yeah?" She responds before her father can finish calling her name. He had a sneaking suspicion that she was lurking around the corner waiting to interject and say that her brother was wrong.

"Why can't Kaien use the spicy toothpaste?" The eggs are done so he plates them and checks on the rice. Shoko was drooling all over his collarbone even with her baby towel.

"Cuz he's only six, he should use the kid toothpaste." She says in her 'as-a-matter-of-fact' voice.

"Are you Kaien's ma?" Katsuki asks, he doesn't miss a beat while chopping the spring onions.

"No but-"

"Aht, no buts. You're not his ma so you can't go around telling him what to do. Unless of course, you're babysitting 'em." He sets the chopped onions aside and puts the rice and eggs into bowls. He makes sure all the servings are equal or he'll get complaints from his mini critiques.

"Mkay." She's sour right now.

"Where's Kitaro?" Katsuki garnishes the the food and sets it on the table.

"We both tried to wake him up but he kept saying he was tired." Mayako comments and sits in her normal spot.

"Ain't nothing for him to be tired for, he's eight." Mayako shrugs at her father's words and says thanks for the food. She and Kaien dig in.

Katsuki heads up the stairs, Shoko still strapped to him. His eyes scan the hallway and it's covered in toys. The blond makes a mental note for his kids to clean up later.

He walks over toys to reach Kitaro's room, the door's closed which isn't normal. You enforced the 'no closed doors' rule, unless someone's in the bathroom or changing.

He opens it half expecting Kitaro to be doing something bad. Instead the eight year old is snoring like he hasn't slept in years.

"Get up kid, time to eat. Go brush." He shakes Kitaro.

He just groans, pulls his covers over his head, and yawns.

"I'm tired." Katsuki raises a brow.

"Tired from what?" Once again, Kitaro's only eight, he can't be doing anything that energy consuming.

"Video games." He mumbles from under the covers.

"Tch, 's why you don't needta be playin' them. I don't know why that old hag got you a gaming system." Kitaro is sluggish getting out of the bed. Katsuki's watching him like a hawk. He watched him all the way until he was at the table.

He sees you sitting with Kaien in your lap eating some of his food because he's not likely to finish it.

"There's my baby girl!" You coo to Shoko. Katsuki undoes the baby carrier and takes her out of it. Those ruby red eyes scan your body for any indication of your activities this morning.

"Where have you been all mornin'?" Shoko babbles while Katsuki starts eating breakfast.

"I went to the gym, I'm trying to lose baby weight." You explain with a small smile.

"Tch, why's it matter? I'm your man 'n I like you the way you are." He never understood why you were so insecure.

"I'm not doing it for anyone besides myself." Kaien whines when you pick at his eggs.

"You aren't gonna eat them, little boy." You boop his nose and he tries to bite your finger.

"Too slow, Kai." He pouts, and it looks just like when Katsuki pouts.

"Why didn't ya tell me you were leavin'?" He huffs.

"Cuz you'd tell me I look good and convince me to stay." You're met by his silence which tells you you're right.

"Date night?" Katsuki asks with a sly smirk.

"No more babies!" Mayako protests.

"I agree- wait how do you-?!"

"Mina." Your husband and eldest daughter say at the same time.

"Oh I love her." It doesn't take a genius to know Mina probably told her some crazy watered down version of sex.

"Ki, hon, you look tired." He yawns at your words.

"He stayed up all night on that gaming system the old hag gave him." Your eyes widen.

"Katsuki! Your mom is not the 'h word' and I've been meaning to put parental controls on that thing." He rolls his eyes at your pg language when you normally have the mouth of a sailor when the kids aren't around.

"Whatever." The hero scoffs.

"Love you too, Kats!" You wink at him obnoxiously and he groans.

Thanks shima707 for giving me the motivation to write more, and I'm glad you enjoyed the first part! Love you guys and see ya next time <3

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luveline · 10 months

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if you're still taking them I would love to make a request for Eddie and Roan! do you know how sometimes little kids will call their parents workplace just to talk about the most random things or just ask some totally super important question? I feel like roan would do that with the reader and Eddie

thank you for your request!! eddie and roan —roan learns how to use the phone, 1.3k

Eddie used to feel nervous when the phone rang for him at work. "Call for baby Munson!" shouted across the shop while Eddie was usually flat on his back under a truck or elbow deep in a scooter engine, he'd get this pit in his stomach thinking something was wrong.

It was usually daycare. Roan's sick, Roan's wet herself and her spare clothes aren't here, is Roan allergic to veggie sticks? Because she's saying she is.

But nowadays, a phone rings for him and it's almost always you with something nice to say. You miss him. You've been thinking about him. All manner of gooey soft confession that has him clutching the phone like a loser, desperate for your voice.

He springs away from his lunch when he's called. Darwin gives Eddie a funny look as he passes the phone.

Eddie shrugs it off. "Hello?" he asks. "Y/N?"

"It's me!"

Eddie feels his eyebrows leap up. "Hi, me." Roan hadn't ever used the phone unassisted, to his memory. "Where's mom?"

"She's trying to fix your hair dryer."

Eddie hears it, then, the roaring blow in the background. "Why does it sound like that?"

"She dropped it. I think she's sad."

"Ro, I fixed it!" you shout, followed by an even louder howling of air, and a heavy silence. "Okay, I didn't."

"Is that why you called me?" Eddie asks, bemused.

"No, I called you because I want to know how they make corndogs. How do they get the hot dog inside of the corn, dad?"

Eddie puts his hand on the wall to steady himself as he laughs. "You wanna know how they make corndogs? Are you gonna make some?"

"I could if I knew how!" she stresses. "I'd ask mom, but she's pre-oc-u-pied."

"That's a big word, babe, where'd you learn that one?" Eddie asks, impressed.

"Dad, corndogs!"

"Right, right. Okay, well. They put the hot dog on the stick first, and then the corn part is actually batter. They roll the hotdog around in the batter and cook them together in the fryer. So it isn't the hotdog going into the corn, it's actually corn going on the hotdog."

"Batter like for cakes?"

"No," he laughs fondly. "And it's not sweet corn, babe, it's something called cornmeal. Maybe we can make some this week, wouldn't that be fun? Then you can see how they make them for real. I think that would be super fun."

His bubbly tone attracts the attention and subsequent laughter of his colleague. He throws them all the bird, totally content and more than happy with his life and his curious girl.

"Yes," Roan cheers, dragging the 's' syllable until she's out of breath, "oh my god that would be so fun!"

"Okay, then that's what we'll do. Are you being good for mom?"

"I'm being awesome." There's a weird crunching noise. "Did you hear that? I think she put the screwdriver in the hairdryer again."

"Again?" Eddie asks worriedly.

Roan must put the phone down. Eddie genuinely can't hear a thing, until you pick up the receiver and say, "Hallo?"

"You blowing up the house?"

You make a pleased noise that has his heart doubling in size. "Hi, Eddie. I'm having a technological mishap, but rest assured, we are in no danger of explosion. Anymore. What did you call for? It's lunch, isn't it?"

"Actually, Roan called me. She wanted to know how to make corndogs."

"You do know everything," you say. "Go and eat your lunch, baby. We'll still be here when you get home, yeah? I love you. Roan, come and tell daddy you love him before we hang up."

A small silence. "Dad?" Roan asks.

"Yep, still here."

"I love you, okie dokie? Please come home in an hour."

Eddie laughs warmly. It's more like four hours, but whatever she wants to think is what he'll tell her. "I love you. Tell Y/N I love her, too, will you? Thank you."

"Yes!" Her voice comes quieter, "I love you," Roan says to you.

"I love you, too. Let's make dinner."

You must think he's said goodbye, because the phone gets a knock and the dial tone sounds.

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You're sitting at your desk shovelling pretzels into your mouth while you click around your emails when the phone rings. You slide it between your ear and shoulder, pausing your frankly messy chewing. "Hello and good afternoon, Y/N L/N speaking, how can I help?"

"Y/N?" Roan says worriedly.

"Roan? What's the matter?"

"Oh, it is you! It didn't sounded like you at first, that's weird."

"Sorry, gorgeous, I was using my voice for fancy grown ups."

She giggles like this is the funniest thing you've ever said to her, "You're being funny," she praises.

You're secretly incredibly pleased. Making your six year old laugh never gets old. "So nothing is wrong, then? You know, those numbers on the fridge are for emergencies."

"This is an emergency."

"Yeah, I bet. What's going on? Where's dad?"

"He's making toffee cake for you. I was helping him do the buttercream but my arms got tired from whisking."

"Is that why you're calling me?"

"Yeah."

You dig for a saltier pretzel and chew thoughtfully. "What's the tiredest part? Your shoulders?"

"And my fingers."

"Asked daddy to kiss 'em better?"

"I would but he's trying to be perfect about the cake. It looks yummy."

"Did you get to lick the bowl?"

"Yeah, and dad let me eat a spoon of the melted chocolate. It was pretty great."

You grin into the receiver. "I bet it was amazing. Maybe you can try and rest your poor arms. Make daddy pour you a big glass of cranberry juice with the heart shaped ice cubes and watch TV until I come home, okay? That's an order."

"Okay," she laughs. "When are you coming home?"

"I can leave in about twenty minutes, and the drive home takes another twenty, so…" You check the time on your computer. "I think by five."

"Ugh, that's forever away."

"I know. Do what I said, okay? Sit down on the couch. I can have a little look at your arms when I come home, maybe we can have a pamper night tonight. We can use some of my fancy lotion and rub it in like a massage," you say.

"That sounds nice," she hums.

"Alright, sweetheart. Listen, can I talk to dad before I go back to work?"

"Yep, yep." You know what's coming as soon as she inhales. "Daddy!" she bellows at the top of her lungs, "Y/N's on the phone!"

It's flattering how swiftly he gets there. "Hey?" he asks.

"Hi, do we need anything for me to grab on the way home? I know you ran out of deodorant, was there anything else?"

"Nothing I can think of. You okay?"

"I'm awesome. I told Ro you'd make her a big cup of juice for her sore arms."

"She told you about those, huh?" He kisses her audibly. "She's the best mixer ever. I was thinking we'd change her name to kitchen aid."

You choke on a pretzel. Coughing, you laugh through a chastisement. "You leave her name alone. Roan is a nice name all by itself."

"If you insist," he says grandly. "See you in an hour? I've got a surprise for you."

"I can't wait," you say. You'll pretend to be totally surprised at his cake, no problem. Anything to make him smile. "Love you both. See you soon."

"Love you. Say love you," Eddie prompts.

"I love you!" Roan yells. "I'll make dad put your blanket in the dryer!"

You put down the phone with a small smile, wondering if you can weasel your way past your eagle-eyed coworkers for an early finish.

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blackopals-world · 8 months

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Dr.Lazarus:(drinking coffee while holding three baby leashes in the other hand) Kids can you please let me finish my drink before trying to run.

Lil' Nurse!Yuu: Okay daddy.

Lil'Vet!Yuu and Marine Biologist!Yuu: (screaming and fighting.)

Crewel:(holding lil'Maid!Yuu) Taking the triples out for a walk I see. I'd recommend getting some sleep first doctor.

Dr.Lazarus: You try sleeping with triplets.

Crewel: Well mine don't always get along.

Dr.Lazarus: Tailor!Yuu plays dress up with Maid!Yuu who always cleans up their messes. Mine fight over what they want for breakfast.

Sam:(jogging over with Delivery kid!Yuu on his back) Divus! Lazlo! You taking the kiddos out to?

Dr.Lazarus: Don't call me that.

Sam: Look at those eye bags. Do all people from the Isle of Woe have them? You could use some of my new face masks. Just in stock! Only ¥5000

Lil'Delivery kid!Yuu:(Holding a box) Aa!

Crewel:Are you really pushing a baby to sell product? They can't even talk yet.

Sam: My little Imp is perfect for business. They already know how to make money.

Dr.Lazarus: I hope you can see your other kid is currently missing

Sam: What? Where did they go?

-elsewhere-

Lil'Chef!Yuu:(waiting at a food truck while holding their little froggy wallet) hotdog, pweez!

#vet!yuu #nurse!yuu #marine biologist!yuu #chef!yuu #delivery person!yuu #maid!yuu #tailor!yuu #twst sam #twisted wonderland sam #twst crewel #twisted wonderland crewel #divus crewel #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland incorrect quotes #twisted wonderland yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #twst yuu

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sweet-honey-tears · 1 year

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🐾The Boys with Cats

Kirishima, Bakugou, Shouji, Tokoyami, Izuku x GN! Reader

Don’t ask me why or where this came from- actually I do, I read this post and I couldn’t stop myself from writing this crack post. Idk where these ideas came from- some of it was me just needing something nice to think about in that moment. Request are open as always. And I barely checked over my spelling.

ALSO the reader refers to the boys as Daddy or Pappa- this is in reference to the cat being like their child…. Don’t at me.

🪨 Kirishima 🪨

Kirishima is a big guy little cat. He got the cat from Denki, who got that cat from Shinso after his cat had kittens. You got lost trying to follow that story.

Your cat is orange, a light orange color with dark splotches of brown in the form of strips. And he follows the idea of every orange cat on the internet. Your sweet baby runs into doors, falls off the counter, and got his head stuck in a cup.

Kirishima, to your surprise, names the crazy Cheeto of a fluff ball “Tigger”.

Tigger is no fighter, he’s chased a mouse out of the house before. But on the subject of actually killing it- Tigger has no clue what to do. You’ve seen him pick a mouse up and just carry it outside. He’s groomed a FRICKEN MOUSE BEFORE.

Tigger also flips over at the slightest bit of possible attention.

💥Bakugou💥

You got the cat, Bakugou hated the idea. But guess who’s that cat dad of the damn year? THAT MAN IS.

You name her Nougat.

The sweet fluffy tabby loves Bakugou. She flops down on him and climbs the man-like a tree- to get onto his shoulders.

You have on video Kirishima and Bakugou talking, your baby on his shoulder. Bakugou, while talking, fake shouts his famous line. And your daddy’s girl cat then lets out a loud meow to copy him.

He screams, she's screaming.

💪 Shouji 💪

You and Shouji have a munchkin cat. Her little legs go a mile a minute the second he comes home. Doing a little dance around his feet till she picked up. And then will angry paw at his mask till she can see his face.

At night. She’ll either sleep in his arms or no joke, across his mouth and noise. Why? You both have no clue.

Shouji has a custom-made sweetshirt (there are no sleeves thou) cat carrier. Your little hotdog of a cat lays happily in the pocket, poking her head out whenever she smells something of interest.

🪶 Tokoyami 🪶

You and Tokoyami cat are named Hedone, which means pleasure in Greek. It means a connection between body and soul….Zoo reading into it.

Black Shadow fucking loves her. She makes Hedone do little cat dances, holding her paws and moving them up and done. And to both your surprises, Hedone doesn’t mind the randomly appearing shadow.

🪴 Izuku 🪴

Izuku gets you a cat- it’s a surprise gift for you. Something to keep you company when he has to leave for a lotime.

You, to his utter delight, name the calico kitten ‘Might Might’. The cat is as active as your husband. The minute Izuku walks through the door, Might Might is screaming at the top of his lungs. Alerting the WHOLE house that Daddy is home. And will only stop his meow-like screeching when Izuku picks him up. Or allow the sharp-clawed spitfire to climb onto his shoulder. Ouch.

#bnha headcannons #bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #bnha writing #izuku x reader #izuku x y/n #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #gender neutral reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima x y/n #tokoyami x reader #tokoyami headcanons #shouji x reader

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absurdthirst · 10 months

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Kinktober 2023 Prompt List

Please feel free to share and use the list below. Or the header! This is only for anyone 18+ years of age, minors - please do not interact. Please feel free to tag me in any and all Kinktober stories that you post, I’m eager to read them. Have fun and have a wonderful Kinktober!

Sex Toys/Strap-on, Mutual Masturbation, Muscle

Frottage, Sexual Frustration, Virginity

Rimming, Fingering/Handjob, Dry Humping

Overstimulation, Oviposition/Egglaying, Human Urinal

Body Worship (Mouth), Fish People, Face-Sitting/Face-Fucking

Leash and Collar, Medical Torture, Sacrifice

Anonymous Sex, Nonconsensual, Somnophilia

Sex Pollen/Fuck or Die, Chastity, Sexual Competition

Slutwear, Squirting/Cumshots, Prostitution/Camming/Sex-for-Service

Anal Sex. Kissing, Crying

Body Hair/Shaving, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, Teasing

Orgasm Denial/Control, Lingerie, Role Reversal

Wrist/Arm Restraints, Triple Penetration, Pet Play

Uniform, Suspension Bondage, Abduction/Kidnapping

Boot Worship, Spanking/Flogging/Whipping/Caning, Lactation/Breastfeeding

Speech/Movement Restriction, Body Worship (Genitals), Vampires/Werewolves

Dirty Talking, Pussy Eating/Blowjob, Breath Control

Sensory Deprivation Gags, Service Top/Power Bottom, Bloodplay

Biting/Scratching, Piercings/Tattoos, Marking

Uniform, Titjob, Thighfucking

Anonymous Sex, Hair Pulling, Masturbation

True Monsters, Spiritual Possession, Sexual Exhaustion

Breeding/Impregnation, Fancy Dress, Frottage

Bratty Sub, Anal/Oral Training, Caging

Leather/Rubber/Latex, Daddy/Mommy Dom, Guns/Knives

Tentacles, Demons/Angels, Crying

Wax Play, Glory Hole, Group Sex

Cuckolding, Aphrodisiacs, Temperature Play

Genital Pumping, Coercion/Blackmail, Pregnancy

Double Penetration, Hotdogging, Gape/Fisting

Free For All

#kinktober #kinktober list #kinktober 2023 #absurdthirst kinktober list

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carlyraejepsans · 5 days

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where is everything from your Canon Fat Sans Shrine from?

iceskating sans is from the placeolder art in the yuzuru hanyu segment of the winter 2024 newsletter, sketchier round sans is zoomed in from concept art of waterfall's map, the painting in the final corridor is from the fangamer tarot deck, normal battle sprite's from the game, snail comparison is from papyrus' phonecall in the blook snail farm room, "you'll get huge like me" is sans dialogue after the 4th or 5th time you buy a hotdog from him in a row, fire text from here and my beautiful mind semi referencing megan thee stallion's hot girl summer, carlyraejepsans dot tumblr dot com courtesy of my mommy and daddy

that should cover everything :]

#answered asks

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lastbluetardis · 8 months

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Sacred New Beginnings (19/?)

Summary: James Noble thought he traded away his chance at love and a happy-ever-after when he signed a contract with a record label that turned him into an international celebrity. But a chance meeting in a dive bar may prove him wrong. Ten x Rose AU This Chapter: Explicit, ~5000 words AO3 || Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3 | Ch4 | Ch5 | Ch6 | Ch7 | Ch8 | Ch9 | Ch10 | Ch11 | Ch12 | Ch13 | Ch14 | Ch15 | Ch16 | Ch17 | Ch18 |

James can hardly hear past the roar of his pulse in his ears as he is the sole focus of Jackie Tyler’s—(Jackie Peters’s? He’ll have to ask Rose what last name her mum has)—ire. Gone is the cheerful grin he’d seen in the photos Rose had sent of herself and her mother on holiday in Barcelona; now that joy is replaced with the sort of rage only a mother is capable of.

He throws a desperate glance at the other adult in the room, but Tyler Peters is stunned into silence, his eyes locked on James as though he’d never seen a human being before.

Absurdly, this is what unfreezes James, and he throws out a stupid little, “Hello. I’m James Noble. Pleasure.”

“You’ve got a lot of nerve showin’ up here,” Jackie spits, stalking ever-closer. James regrets that he didn’t use the last two seconds to free himself from his position of being backed against the countertop. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Mummy! Daddy!”

Jackie whirls around to face the corridor at the sound of a tiny voice and pitter-patter of feet. She automatically crouches, and Tony gallops headlong into his mother’s waiting arms. She scoops him up and peppers kisses across his fair skin.

“Did you have a good night with sissy?” Jacke coos, stroking his hair away from his face. “She didn’t feed you any ice cream, did she?”

“Yeah! An’ made hotdogs and cheesy ‘tatoes, then we played Jus’ Dance, an’ James was there!”

“Oh?” Jackie asks, flashing James a withering glare. “When did he get here?”

“Yeah, he’s so fun!” Tony squeals, pivoting in his mother’s arms to beam at James. “He’s my fav’rite.”

Rose finally emerges from down the hall, her cheeks stained scarlet as she squeaks, “Hi, Mum. I expected you to text when you got here.”

“Oh, so you could hide this one somewhere?” Jackie scowls, gesturing to James.

“I… I wanted… I was gonna tell you…”

“What, that you let ‘im come weaslin’ back into your life? Did he come up with a sob story? Made it real convincin’, did he?”

“Jacks,” Tyler says quietly, inclining his head slightly towards Tony, who is still ensconced in his mother’s arms and watching the exchange curiously. “Let’s save it, eh?

Jackie purses her lips, then presses them to her son’s temple before handing the child to his father. “Take him outside, yeah? Meet you downstairs.”

“Five minutes,” Tyler warns. “This one needs to get to bed.” To his son, he chirps, “Say bye to sissy!”

“Bye-bye sissy! Gimme hugs and kisses!”

Rose tiptoes around her mother, not sparing her a glance as she scoops her little brother into her arms and gives him a couple of big twirls around the room.

“Spinny hug, spinny hug!” Tony screeches, clinging to Rose for dear life.

The sight makes something hollow ache in the pit of James’s gut. The siblings clearly adore each other, and Rose is so good with him.

“Bye-bye James!” Small hands tap his legs, and he realizes Tony is gesturing for a hug. He hesitates for only a fraction, but he can’t say no to those big brown eyes.

“G’night Tony,” he whispers, kneeling for a brief embrace. “Thanks for playing with me tonight.”

“All right, little man, wanna see who can race down the stairs fastest?” Tyler asks his son, ruffling Tony’s fair blond hair.

“Yeah! Onetwothreego!”

Tony bolts out of the flat, giggling madly, leaving his father to leisurely stroll behind him. Before Tyler closes the door behind him, he spins and says, “Good night, Rosie.”

“Night,” she mumbles, looking increasingly uncomfortable at the prospect of being left alone with her mother.

James nearly fumbles out an excuse to leave, but realizes that would be the most cowardly thing he’d ever done, and Rose deserves better than that. So he pulls on his big boy pants and turns to face the music.

Before he can speak, Jackie turns on Rose and throws her arms up into the air. “What are you thinking?! Have you gone mental?!”

“Mum, please just…”

“Whatever happened to “I deserve better than bein’ the latest in a long line”? I thought you were over bein’ a good time for someone who would drop you in a heartbeat for someone younger and smarter and prettier?”

Rose flinches from her mother, and James takes an automatic step towards her, reaching across the space between them.

“It’s not… it’s not like that,” Rose says weakly. “I got it wrong.”

“Oh, did you? ‘Cos from where I’m sittin’, it’s bloody obvious what’s going on here. Mister Handsome Rich Rockstar has swindled you again, tellin’ you whatever it is you want to hear so he can keep you ‘til he’s done with you.”

“Er, I’m not technically a rockstar,” James blurts, and he can hardly believe what has just come out of his mouth. But he can’t stop. It’s like his brain has ceased all higher function and his mouth has taken over. “More folk-pop. Indy, maybe? Soft pop?”

“Oh, shut up,” Jackie snaps, turning to him with fire in her eyes.

He clacks his teeth together and nods, stuffing his hands into his pockets in an attempt to make himself seem as small as possible, which is quite the impossible feat, considering his height.

“You! You need to get the hell away from my daughter if you know what’s good for you. You men, you’re all the same, taking what you want, thinkin’ you’re entitled to get your way, lyin’ through your bleedin’ teeth to get what you want. Well I won’t stand for it! My Rose deserves better. She isn’t a girl you can shag and drop the moment someone else comes along.”

“I… I know,” James stammers, his mouth impossibly dry and his stomach roiling in discomfort.

“Oh, do you?” Jackie remarks, false surprise lifting her face. “You had no problem tellin’ the entire bloody world you were just havin’ a bit of fun. ‘Cos that’s all you really want, isn’t it? Fun and a place to wet your cock…”

“Mum! Enough!” Rose shouts, red-faced and near-tears. “I was wrong. We’d both misunderstood each other. But we’re together now. Properly.”

“That’s what he told you, didn’t he? Bet he sounded real sorry too. Bet he said all the right words, didn’t he?”

James’s heart falls when he sees Rose flinch and drop her gaze to her feet.

“That’s enough,” he says quietly. “Say whatever you want about me, but Rose is smart enough to make her own decisions about her life, no matter what you believe. Yes, when Rose and I first started seeing each other, we each thought it was something casual. And I was an idiot for what I told the reporters. But things are different now. I want what’s best for her.”

Jackie grunts dismissively. “You say that now, but the moment she gives you a bit of bad press, you’re going to spin whatever little tale you need to tell to get the public on your side, and my Rose is gonna be the one who gets smeared through the muck.”

“I wouldn’t…”

“Mum, please,” Rose whispers. “I know I have an awful track record with boyfriends, but those are my mistakes to make. Maybe James will be a mistake, maybe he won’t be, but you have to let me live my life the way I choose to. And right now, I choose him.”

Jackie softens a fraction as she turns to her daughter. It’s as though with him out of sight, the gentle mother returns. She reaches to Rose and cradles her jaw, stroking her cheeks as she says, “My Rose. I will always want the best for you. It killed me to see you in such a state on holiday. I don’t want to see you be taken advantage of. Is it money? Sweetheart, you know me and your dad will help you out, you don’t need to stay with him for that.”

James is slightly offended that Jackie thinks he’s paying Rose to hang out with him or paying her for sex, but before he can think of a response, Rose covers her mother’s hands and leans into the touch.

“It’s not money,” she assures. “He’s not paying for anything of mine.”

“He bloody well should—he’s rich! You better not be payin’ for your dates!”

Rose lets out a sniffly giggle and throws her arms around her mother, who holds her tightly and rocks her from side to side. James wonders if he should sneak out while they’re distracted, but he finds he’s rooted to the spot, trying to wrap his head around the last few minutes.

“Please be safe, sweetheart,” Jackie whispers. “Please.”

“I am safe, Mum. And I wish you’d believe me when I say I’m happy. Really happy.”

“I believe that you believe it,” Jackie says, pulling back just far enough to kiss Rose’s forehead. “Remember that I’m here for you the moment you need me. Don’t you ever think you can’t come home to your old mum.”

Rose nods wordlessly.

The fight seems to have left Jackie, but she turns to him and says, “Don’t you dare hurt her, or mess her over.”

“I– I won’t,” he vows.

Jackie narrows her eyes, scanning him up and down, but doesn’t say anything else. She turns away from him and back to Rose. “I gotta go. It’s way past Tony’s bedtime. Thanks for watchin’ him.”

“Of course. I love spending time with him,” Rose says, guiding her mother to the door.

“I love you. More than anything.”

“Love you too. Drive safe.”

Jackie kisses both of Rose’s cheeks and doesn’t even look James’s way as she sweeps out of the flat.

oOoOo

Downstairs in the foyer, Tyler Peters is desperately trying to occupy his definitely-tired-but-pretending-he’s-not-tired four-year-old, and it’s going about as well as one could hope. Tony is racing laps around the room, skillfully dodging the amused (and mercifully tolerant) tenants of the building who are simply trying to enter or exit the building.

“Watch it, mate,” he calls when Tony nearly barrels into the little old lady who has lived in this building for decades. She is one of the few residents who already leased a flat here before Tyler became the owner of the building. “So sorry Mrs. Donovan.”

“Oh, my grandsons have just as much energy,” the old woman says cheerfully, smiling down at Tony. “These bones may be old, but they’re sturdier than they look.”

“Hi!” Tony chirps, flashing a toothy smile. “Bye!”

And so the laps continue.

And continue…

Tyler sighs and checks his watch. He should’ve known Jackie couldn’t keep it to five minutes. It’s nearing on fifteen, and he’s about to corral his son so they can go fetch her when the lift dings and Jackie steps out, her eyes sparking and her jaw locked.

“Mummy!” Tony sprints over and takes her hand. “Time to go!”

Tyler joins his family and takes his wife’s free hand, rubbing his thumb along the back of hers.

“Chat go all right?” he asks quietly.

“I don’t know what the hell she’s thinking,” Jackie grumbles. “I mean… James bloody Noble?! It was bad enough to hear my daughter was havin’ a lark with that… that… scoundrel in the first place. But now she’s taken him back? Stupid. Irresponsible.”

Tyler bites back a smirk and knocks his elbow into her ribs. “Put yourself in her shoes, eh? When you were her age, you can’t tell me that you wouldn’t have bedded Bono if he’d shown the slightest bit of interest in you?”

“It’s not the same!” she complains. “Bono never would’ve…”

“And Rose likely thought James Noble never would’ve,” he says simply. “You know I love her dearly and that I want the best for her, but Rose seems happy right now. Will it last? Probably not. But let her have this, eh? How many people can say they dated a famous singer in their youth? It’ll be a story for the grandkids and great-grandkids.”

His wife huffs out another impatient breath, but doesn’t argue further. “Yeah. Maybe. But still. James bloody Noble. I just hope Rose knows what she’s doing, datin’ that man…”

Tyler wraps his arm around her waist and gives her a squeeze, but doesn’t say more. Together, they walk out of the foyer of the building, all while being watched by two young women leaning on the wall beside the lifts.

The women exchange stunned, disbelieving looks.

“James Noble? The James Noble?” one of them asks.

“With Rose Tyler?” the other asks. “The girl up in flat 10-2?”

No fucking way…

oOoOo

James stares at the front door for several long seconds after Jackie’s marvelous exit. Rose shifts away from his side to step forward, twisting the lock and fastening the deadbolt chain before she clunks her forehead into the door. She doesn’t move from her position, so he goes to her.

Carefully, he slips his arms around her waist and presses a whisper-soft kiss to the side of her neck. Though she feels limp, she manages to spin in his grasp to instead plonk her head into his chest rather than her front door. She simply stands there, unmoving, as he rubs her back.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, voice muffled. “I didn’t think… I thought she’d… I’m so sorry.”

He doesn’t know what to say, so he stays quiet, nestling his stubbly cheek into her hair and breathing her in. Never before has a parental introduction gone so poorly. Usually his partners are as famous as him, so the parents are accepting and gracious or simply indifferent. Occasionally they’ll fawn over him.

But the outright hostility and venom that Jackie just spat at him…

“I didn’t realize you’d told your mum about me,” he finally says, matching the volume of his voice with hers.

She groans and says, “During our holiday. I’d been out of sorts, thinkin’ you didn’t care about us at all. Mum caught on to my mood. I didn’t mean to tell her, but I was quite upset, and it all just sorta… came out. And when I saw your red-carpet interview that confirmed I was just a bit of fun for you… I lost it, and she saw my reaction, and it wasn’t good.”

James wishes he could go back in time and wallop his past self across the head for his thoughtless comments. He wishes he’d had the courage to tell the interviewer how he felt about Rose, to tell the world that he was riding the high of falling in love, and that he wanted to keep it private. But he hadn’t. He’d been a prick and a twat, and he’d broken Rose’s heart from five and a half thousand miles away.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’ve forgiven you for it all. But I just… I guess I’d forgotten how much I’d told Mum about you. And I’d forgotten how upset she was on my behalf. I was stupid for thinking that telling her on the spot that you and I were properly together would be enough for her to accept you. I shouldn’t have done it this way… I should have talked to her first, then introduced you. I’m so stupid.”

His stomach churns as he squeezes her tightly, as though that could rid them both of the shock they’re in.

“Should I… should I go?” he asks, mentally pleading with her to say no. The thought of spending his night in his empty house makes him ache with loneliness.

To his relief, she shakes his head. “I don’t want you to, but I don’t feel like I deserve to have you with me tonight. My mum just… verbally eviscerated you. You must be so angry.”

“Not at all,” he insists. “Well… I’m a bit chastened. And a bit embarrassed that I made such a poor first impression, and that you’d been so upset about my behavior that you told your mum how awful I am. But I still want to be here. With you. If that’s all right.”

In response, Rose finally lifts her face from where it had been pressed into his shirt. Her eyes are a little red but completely dry, though he barely registers that fact before she threads her fingers through his hair, presses up onto her toes, and brushes her mouth to his. His eyes flutter shut at the glorious pressure of her kiss. He melts into her, splaying his palm across her back to hold her close.

“Stay,” she murmurs when she breaks away, though she catches his lips in another kiss a moment later. “Please stay with me.”

“For as long as you wish,” he says, because there is nothing on this planet that could make him leave.

Apart from her kiss of greeting at the door, this is the first that James has had Rose’s hands and lips on him in over a week. He tries to keep it chaste and slow, still unsure whether it’s appropriate for him to stay, while hoping to convey comfort and support through his body. He really shouldn’t let them get carried away; Rose is obviously upset, but he just can’t help it. He’s drawing as much strength from her as she hopefully is from him.

He has the presence of mind to keep his hands in safe places, primarily across the expanse of her back. He grabs onto the fabric to anchor himself as he basks in the heady intoxication of her mouth.

They each know exactly where this kiss is headed but pretend not to, and instead they explore each other’s mouths in lazy, indolent strokes of lips and tongue. James quickly becomes far too hot, his skin flushed and tingling with anticipation of things to come. He tentatively dips his fingers beneath her jumper, shuddering to touch her bare skin. She sighs into his mouth and presses her front flush with his.

He’s steadily getting hard in his jeans, each beat of his heart sending his blood rushing down, down, down, helped along by the rocking of Rose’s hips. He drops a hand to her arse, caressing and squeezing and pulling her more tightly into him. With his other hand, he tangles his fingers into her hair and guides her head back a bit to get better access to her neck. She grips his hips with near-bruising force as he plants row after row of searing kisses to the sensitive patch of skin beneath her ear. That familiar whining moan rushes out of her as she shudders in his arms, holding him close to urge him on. Not that he needs the encouragement.

Without breaking the kiss or the press of their bodies, James slowly guides them down the hall and to Rose’s bedroom. It takes ages, as he keeps getting distracted with the taste of her skin and the sound of her quiet gasps. They move even more slowly when Rose remembers that she has hands, then proceeds to use them to cup him and stroke him through his jeans.

“Christ,” he chokes out as a spark of pleasure zips up his spine.

“Rose,” she counters, giving him a playful squeeze that sends a full-body shudder through him.

“Smart-arse. Fuck, do that again.”

A laugh hums up her throat, vibrating against his now-still lips as she grips him tightly and rubs. He’s going to fucking lose it, right here in the doorway of her bedroom, but Christ this feels so good and he never, ever wants her to stop.

The intensity recedes a moment later, and he regains his senses enough to tug her hand away from him to instead guide her all the way into her room. There’s a pile of laundry on her bed that Rose haphazardly shoves to the floor.

“Clothes off,” she orders as she fumbles with the hem of her jumper, tugging until she pulls it over her head.

He doesn’t need telling twice.

Neither of them bothers with trying to sexily disrobe the other. Rather, they go for speed and efficiency, and soon enough, they’re both wonderfully naked. She’s as beautiful as he remembers, even more so, and he drags her down to the mattress with him. They move together until Rose is on her back, her legs open for him, and he’s atop her, his hips cradled in hers. She reaches between them for his cock, and strokes him a few times as she guides him inside of her.

He presses in, slowly, inch by inch, shivering at the sensations rushing through him. He groans through clenched teeth as he’s fully seated, forcing himself to wait, to give Rose a moment to adjust. She’s panting beneath him, chest rising and falling as her nails bite into the fleshy part of his back.

“Okay,” she whispers, arching her hips up and pulling him close for a rough, sloppy kiss that conveys everything she wants and needs from him.

His skin sings, tingling at the sensation of so much of her body pressed to his. His blood turns molten, burning him from within as he begins to move.

“Feels so good,” he chokes out, pulling back and plunging forward in a steady, measured manner. The slick glide of her all around him is as addictive as ever, and he trembles with the pleasure slowly mounting in him.

“Uh huh.” Her agreement dies on a moan as he thrusts in with a little more force this time. “James.”

He catches her bottom lip between his before releasing it to kiss her again. He teases his tongue into her mouth, flicking at the roof of her mouth just behind her front teeth, then going back to simpler kisses. Rose clings to him, kissing him back in equal measure as her nails rake down his spine to cup his arse, guiding his quickening rhythm. The sting of her nails coils a raging, aching heat low in his spine, building higher and higher until he knows it won’t be much longer until he’s lost.

“I missed you,” he grunts as her muscles begin to tighten around him. Thank fuck; she’s as close as he is. He redoubles his effort, wanting to push her over the edge first. “So much.”

“Me too,” she gasps. “Fuck. Please…”

He speeds up his rhythm, giving up on kissing her lips and instead tucking his face into the side of her neck. He breathes her in then plants his mouth to that patch of skin beneath her ear that is always her undoing. He grins to himself as she shudders and curses and moans, and when he dips a hand between them to rub her, she breaks.

She cries out and writhes into the mattress, arching her hips up and up and up, closer to him, closer to the sensations he is wringing out of her. She’s perfect, and fucking hell, he’s right on her heels. The perfect pressure within him pulls tighter, making him lose all sense as he chases his high. He thrusts with abandon, clenching his teeth as the flames fan hotter, drowning him, consuming him…

He lets out a wrenching moan and thrusts deeply into her, releasing helplessly, shaking and cursing and burying his face into her. Sensation sparks through him, channeling relief and pleasure through his entire body, curling his toes and stealing his breath. She’s everywhere, all around him and holding him through this maelstrom that has never felt so fucking good.

Rose… he thinks he gasps her name, but the rushing in his ears deafens him to anything except his erratic heartbeat.

He returns to awareness by Rose lazily stroking his back and kissing the top of his shoulder. His body is too heavy to move, but he manages to pull out and flop indelicately beside her, keeping an arm and leg slung over her. She laughs quietly at his antics, and he grins into the pillow. He cracks open an eye to look at her, and the sight of her smile and sex-mussed hair and flushed cheeks ignites a joy and love so deep that he begins to giggle. His body is thrumming with hormones that make him feel boneless and content, and through it all, he laughs and folds himself closer to Rose.

She’s laughing with him and turns to face him fully. He mirrors her position so they’re both on their sides, their legs tangled lazily together. He reaches out and brushes a few rogue strands of hair away from her face, then leans in to kiss her softly.

“That was great,” he whispers into the sacred silence of her bedroom.

“Mhm. Very great.”

“The most great,” he says, beaming as she rolls her eyes.

“Did you have a nice trip?” she asks.

He hums in wordless assent, and briefly tells her all about the week he’d spent in east Asia, meeting fans and doing photoshoots while promoting Catalysis.

“How was your week? Are you feeling better?” While her voice is still raspy from the illness she’d contracted, she looks and sounds much better than she had during their video chat on his last night in Japan.

“Much better. Teaching classes while feeling like death is always frustrating, but it’s easier than arranging for a substitute,” she says with a shrug.

He frowns, but they already had this discussion about how shittily schools treat their teachers, so he lets it go.

“I’ve got an upcoming holiday concert at the O2, weekend after next,” he murmurs, remembering the monthly schedule Donna had sent him that morning. “I’d… I’d really like you to come. If you want. It’s not just me. I think Ed Sheeran is on the list too. And Astrid Peth. She’s a good mate of mine. You can bring a few friends with you. There’s a private suite for my guests, so you could stay hidden, mostly, as long as cameras aren’t wandering around. And my mum’ll be there too. I think. Well. I should invite her, shouldn’t I…?”

Rose interrupts his nervous rambling with a soft kiss. He melts into her, but she breaks it far too soon for his liking.

“I’d love to,” she says, cupping his cheek before scraping her nails through his hair.

His eyes flutter shut at the echoes of pleasure that ripple through him, and he grins at her acceptance of his invitation. He’s giddy at the thought of being on stage and looking into his private suite to see Rose. His favorite pieces of his life will be in the same place, melding together perfectly.

He leans forward to kiss her again, and she willingly reciprocates.

oOoOo

They sleep, eventually. Between (and during) bouts of sex, they talk about everything and nothing. It’s like nothing bad can happen to them here, not when they’re twined so intimately, not when they’re making each other laugh so freely.

Wrung out in that perfect post-marathon-sex way, James buries himself beneath Rose’s blankets and lets blissful unconsciousness claim him. His dreams are vague and foggy, and he doesn’t remember them when he awakes later that morning to sunlight peeking through Rose’s curtains.

His eyes are gritty and heavy as he leans over to check the time. It’s barely 8am, but he feels refreshed, even though the drowsiness of lingering sleep tugs at him again. His shuffling has disturbed Rose, who curls close to him and mutters something unintelligible. He kisses her forehead and closes his eyes once more.

He drifts in and out for many long minutes before the gurgling of his stomach is too distracting. Even Rose hears it, and she pokes his belly, mumbling, “Shush.”

“Can’t exactly help it. Mind if I order a breakfast and coffee delivery?”

“Go for it,” Rose says through a yawn.

“Then can I borrow your shower?” he asks, sitting up and letting the sheets pool around his naked waist.

“Go for it,” she repeats, tucking an arm beneath her pillow to glance up at him. Her gaze falls to the morning erection that is somehow poking at the blankets despite their multiple rounds of very satisfying sex the night before. “Well, hello.”

She gently prods it, giggling when it bobs a bit. “Bouncy.”

James stifles a snort. “You’re adorable when you’re sleepy.”

“Pfft.”

He lets her mindlessly poke his cock as he scrolls to a food delivery app and orders a selection of bagels and croissants for them, as well as his favorite coffee and her favorite tea. His chest balloons with warmth when he adds Rose’s address to his list of favorites, then places their breakfast order.

“Should be here in half an hour,” he says, resting his phone on the nightstand, ignoring the handful of missed notifications. It’s the bloody weekend, for God’s sake. It can wait. For good measure, he completely silences everything, not wanting his morning with Rose to be disturbed.

“Hmmm, how can we pass the time?” Rose muses, blinking up at him through her lashes and grinning wickedly.

She shows him just how entertaining thirty minutes can be.

He doesn’t have time for a shower before there’s a knock at the door that has them scrambling for clothes. He tugs on his pants and t-shirt while Rose simply dons a robe overtop her knickers, cinching it tight at the waist to keep her modesty. They emerge from the bedroom, with James going to the kitchen for plates while Rose heads to the door.

There’s an odd commotion in the hallway, but James doesn’t really think much of it, not as he absently wonders what he and Rose could do today. Maybe they can sneak out somewhere and visit a museum or something. Maybe he could take her to the studio—it should be fairly empty on a Saturday morning. Maybe they can take an impromptu road trip to somewhere Rose has never been. Pack their bags and drive to the first place they can think of. Book a hotel and order in a bunch of fancy food and rent some films to watch and get drunk on expensive wine and kiss until their lips are bruised. God, that sounds like a perfect weekend, and he hopes Rose will be agreeable.

But all of those plans, those hopes, are dashed the moment Rose opens her front door to reveal a stunned delivery person and over a dozen paparazzi photographers, armed and ready with flashing cameras.

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Tachipen (Part 3)

Tommy x female reader

Summary: With the flip of a coin, Tommy makes a deal to bring a 20 year old gypsy girl into the Shelby clan. Considering her too young to marry, he employs her as a nanny. When tragedy strikes, he’s forced to confront the truth he has always known.

Author’s Note: This was requested by @honey-im-hotdog who asked for a fic about Charlie’s nanny. I decided to turn it into a series. The story will be told through flashbacks, but I will note the year. Tommy meets y/n in 1919 and the story goes thru present time which is the year of the vendetta, 1925.

Warnings: language, mention of injury, mention of blood, mention of pregnancy

Part 2

1924

Your eyes scanned the room, taking note of all the visitors. You recognized some faces in the crowd, but there were a great many who were unfamiliar to you, including a pair of men in fedoras by the door who stared at you intently. You watched them carefully as well, pulling Charlie in closer. Feeling your grasp tighten, Charlie placed his chubby hand on your cheek, patting you lightly. You smiled at him as he brought your attention back to him, letting out a loud squeal. He shifted in your arms and you struggled to hold him. Then he spied his father and gurgled and pointed animatedly, “Dada!”

“Yes, look, it’s Daddy!” you exclaimed.

You jumped slightly as you felt a hand rest on your shoulder and you turned to see John standing behind you. “Friends of yours?” he asked in a somber tone, eyes flicking to the men at the door.

“Of course not,” you said tersely.

“I have to be sure the family is protected, y/n,” John scolded, jaw muscles tightening slightly. "From all our enemies," he added.

“Yes, I’m aware, John,” you said, holding eye contact with him for a moment longer than necessary before striding to your seat. You didn’t feel the need to defend yourself. Would he even listen if you tried?

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1919

As you stumbled inside John’s home, you closed the door and pressed your palms against the wood as you cried, slowly sliding down the paneled surface in your despair. When John heard you, he came running from the other room. “Y/n, what’s happened?” he asked, taking in the sight of your wet and bloodied body. You’d only left a couple of hours ago, asking to stay with Polly. Had someone hurt you on your way there, he wondered.

You couldn’t answer, the weight of your fear pressing down upon your chest like a lead weight. He would never take your side against his own brother. Even if you tried to explain, what if he agreed with Tommy that you were to blame for the curse on the horse? He might try to kill you as well. John leaned down to you, but you held your arms out to keep him away saying, “I’m…I’m fine.”

“I’ll be alright,” you assured him, gasping for breath between sobs.

“Look, you’re not alright,” John said with a frustrated huff, more annoyed with himself than you. He silently cursed himself for letting you walk back alone. He should have had a blinder escort you or walked you there himself. As he watched you tremble, he ran a hand over his face and inhaled deeply. Kneeling down to where you sat he reached a hand out to you tentatively, moving the wet strands of hair from your face so as not to startle you. Then he pleaded once more in a softer tone of voice, “Please tell me who did this to you and I swear it’ll never happen again.”

When you buried your head in your arms he conceded, giving you your privacy. “Will you at least let me clean these cuts? If you don’t put cream on ‘em, they’ll get bad. You understand?” You looked down at your torn stockings and bloodied knees, feeling the ache for the first time. You nodded slowly and allowed John to carry you into the parlor. He carefully placed you in a chair closest to the fire, leaving your side momentarily to fetch the first aid kit.

You shifted uncomfortably in the chair, wincing as the fire chased away the numbness of the cold. The closeness of the flames made you acutely aware of the throbbing below the bruised and bleeding skin.

When he returned, John kneeled before you, but didn’t say anything as he worked. His large, calloused hands were surprisingly gentle as he brought a cloth soaked in alcohol toward you to clean your wounds. You hissed at the contact and his eyes flicked up to yours, “Sorry,” he mumbled quickly, eyes darting back to his work. When he was done with the bandages, he cleared away all the items he’d been using and returned to you with an outstretched hand. You turned your head to see a glass of whisky held out like an offering.

“It’ll steady your nerves,” he explained, as you looked at him hesitantly. You grasped the sides of the glass with shaky hands and John wrapped your fingers around the bottom to ensure you could hold it before bringing a blanket to drape around your shoulders. Then he took a seat opposite you, staring into the fire.

“Thank you for being so kind,” you said after taking a long swig of the amber liquid. The warmth of it spread through your chest and limbs slowly as you drained the glass. Finally you felt calm and you allowed your eyelids to close momentarily before you heard John speak.

“It’s the least I could do. You’ve been good to my kids and, believe me, I know they’re not easy,” he said, swirling the contents of his glass.

You considered him for a moment, knowing he was trying his best with the family. You’d observed him with his children and been pleasantly surprised by what you saw. Despite acting like an overgrown child himself at times, he obviously cared for them deeply. He was so unlike your own father. “I like their spirit and you’re very good with them,” you said, avoiding his gaze as you realized the compliment might have been overly familiar.

You felt him lean toward you and noticed the shadow his large frame cast over the hearth, before he asked, “You don’t like it here though, do you?” You could tell by the lack of malice in his voice he was sincere. He obviously held deep regret for what had been decided on his behalf.

You turned to face him, biting your lip in contemplation, then shook your head slowly. Somehow you felt you could be honest with him. You could see it in his deep blue eyes, how he considered you with an air of tenderness.

“Right, well that changes tomorrow. I’m taking you on a picnic. Would you like that?” he asked, searching your face for a sign of hope. You couldn’t deny him when he was attempting to earn your friendship so you agreed and John grinned, promising a long drive in the country.

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The following day was pleasant with the warm sunshine on your faces and the older children playing by a stream as Henry slept in your lap. John chased William and Clara, pretending to be an ogre and Clara squealed with delight when he caught her in his arms. You smiled as he spun her in circles, making an exaggeration of his dizziness until they fell upon the ground in a heap of laughter. She pointed to the blanket and he gave her a nod, brushing grass from his pants and hair before coming to join you.

“Daddy said I could have another slice of cake, y/n,” she said, reaching into the basket and digging all ten fingers in greedily.

“Woah, Katie girl, I said one slice!” John chuckled as he caught her tiny wrists and extracted them to have a look at her sticky fingers. “You have to use a fork, love. Where are your manners, eh?” John asked, wiping her clean with a napkin.

“Aunt Ada eats jam with her fingers. I saw her do it at Aunt Polly’s yesterday. Why is she allowed? ” Clara said, sticking her inquisitive face under her father’s nose demanding an answer.

“Aunt Ada’s got a baby in her belly and I reckon that makes her very hungry. I wouldn’t know,” he said with a smirk.

Clara whipped her head around to you and asked, “Does it?”

“I don’t have any children of my own so I’m afraid I wouldn’t know either, Clara,” you replied, honestly, looking down at Henry to stroke his hair longingly.

John put the napkin away and served Clara her cake. As she munched away happily on the last bite, she stood from the blanket and cocked her head at you. With crumbs sticking to her lips and mouth still quite full she said, “That’s alright. When Daddy puts a baby in your belly you can tell me.”

Silence filled the air as she darted away to play with William. Your cheeks flushed hot at her words and you held your breath until you heard John snort. When you looked up, your eyes met and the tension was broken as you shared a hearty laugh.

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After the picnic everything seemed to change. In a month's time you had settled into your new home with plenty of guidance from Polly and Ada. You found a routine with the children and even Katie showed signs of acceptance, which helped you gain a bit more confidence. You threw yourself into cleaning and organizing the house despite John’s insistence that you didn’t have to work so hard. However, you wanted to do something useful for the family. You were growing fond of everyone despite the circumstances.

Katie’s warning about John’s women had upset you at first, thinking he was a womanizer or worse, a drunk who rarely came home. However, you were learning he was quite the devoted father to his children. He liked to have dinner with them every night and read them bedtime stories, sometimes falling asleep with the children piled on top of him. Many evenings he returned to sit with you by the fire, asking about the children’s day and laughing with you about their antics. Eventually he began asking questions about you as well which always embarrassed you slightly.

You could never be certain with John if he meant to flirt with you by the little comments and jokes he made. The way he would smile or laugh, especially after a few glasses of whisky, blurred the lines too much to say for sure. You knew you enjoyed his company though and no longer felt lonely when he was around. At times you asked yourself if you wanted something more.

That’s why it thrilled you when John asked you to the Garrison one evening for a drink. You left together arm in arm with Finn and Isaiah in tow and the four of you were quickly joined by Arthur and Lizzie, a woman they all seemed to consider a friend. As you finished your first round of drinks, everyone had a rosy glow about them feeling the effects of the alcohol and the good mood of those who sang a tune around you.

The atmosphere in the pub quickly turned sour, voices trailing off into silence and hushed whispers as Tommy walked through the doors of the pub. For some reason his presence always seemed to put a damper on people’s high spirits. Truthfully, things between you hadn’t been the same since the night in the stables, though you didn’t dare broach the topic with anyone, not even John.

You quickly excused yourself to the bar saying you were getting another round, trying to hide yourself in the crowd. As you waited for Harry to fill another bucket with beer, you noticed Tommy disappear into the snug with the new barmaid and you found yourself staring at the door long after it had closed.

“I’ll say one thing for ‘em. They’re bad men, but they’re our bad men,” Harry offered, looking up at you sympathetically. By now everyone in Birmingham knew the terms of your employment. “It might help you to know Shelby women are protected,” he added as if you hadn’t understood him.

“Oh, I’m not��,” you stumbled over your words, attempting to clarify with a small shake of your head, wondering if he had indeed gotten it wrong. Surely he knew you weren’t married to John.

Harry huffed out a little laugh and grinned at you. “Don't worry. The way John’s been looking at you, sweetheart, it won’t be long,” he said, patting your hand.

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Give In(Miguel o’Hara)

INTRO: You were happy to see your dad’s best friend, Miguel. You were home from college and haven’t seen him in months. Your dad invited everyone over for a cookout, and made it optional for people to wear their swimsuits or not. You’ve been trying to fight your sexual urges for Miguel for a whileee, but neither can he.

warnings: SMUT, 18+, language/ swearing, choking, degrading, slapping, Miguel being hot, spanking, size kink, seduction??, neck biting/nibbling, fingering, eating pussy, full nelson, humiliation, Miguel being VERY rough, dirty talk, and body worship.

PAIRING: dbf!miguel and female!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.5K-4.6K I GOT CARRIED AWAY<3

P.S: the readers skin is NOT mentioned.

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It was one of those beautiful, shiny, and hot days in Houston, TX. Your dad owned a huge business, and even had a house that was almost as big as a mansion. Your dad really came a long way to do the best for himself, but you more, of course. Your dad always worked hard for you. He always wanted the best for you, he loves everything you’ve done so far ,and how much you’ve accomplished in your life, including college and working for what you want in life. Not to brag, but, Your guy’s house was incredibly beautiful. You had a huge outdoor pool and a nice patio. Huge Hawaiian palm trees inside your inclosed gates, 4-5 bedrooms, 2-3 bathrooms, even a workout room that was located downstairs.

You were incredibly proud of what your dad has sacrificed for you and how successful he was becoming. You couldn’t ask for a better dad. While it was turning 2:00 in the afternoon, you were sliding your pretty swimsuit on, adding any makeup you wanted on, and making sure you looked your sexiest and prettiest. You texted your friends to start heading over, as your dad had already invited his friends over from his job. You of course knew there were gonna be lots of people around, so you put on a long cover up over your shoulders, still showing off your swimsuit. You still looked beautiful.

While heading downstairs, you noticed that there was a bunch of food and fruits on the table. Damn, your dad really went all out on this feast, huh?

“There’s my pretty girl!” You hear a voice say. You look over to your side and see your dad, holding a Shish Kabob in his left hand and holding his right arm out, pulling you into a hug.” Hi, sweetie.” He says happily.

“Hi, daddy!” You hug him back while smiling, pulling away and looking at looking up at him. “ How did you sleep, last night?” You ask him.

Your dad shrugs before answering.” You know.” He drags.” I stayed up for a little, maybe until 3:00 AM, prepping some of the food, then passed out when I got upstairs.” Your dad says, laughing and taking a bite of the Shish Kabob.

“Aw, dad. You didn’t have to stay up that late. I could’ve helped!” You say, putting a hand on your hip.

“Oh no.” He smiles.” That’s ok, sweetie. I don’t want you stressin’ or rushing around like I was.” Your dad says, finishing off his piece and throwing it away and grabbing another.

“If you say so.” You laugh.

Your dad smiles at you before speaking again,

“You look nice today , hun.” He smiles and slides his slippers back on his feet.” Very pretty.” He finishes.

“Aw, dad!” You laugh and look back at him.” Thank you..” You smile again.”You’re the one who showed me how to do my own makeup and gave me so much confidence while growing up..” You say, looking at your dad with a soft smile.

“I try my best, Hun.” Your dad says before grabbing a plate of sausage and hotdogs , and in his other hand, carrying a plate of many different fruits.” Can you do me a favor, sweetie? Carry that plate and follow me outside.” He says, walking toward the back door in the kitchen.

“Yea!” You nod your head, shoving a piece of cooked chicken into your mouth and grabbing the plate full of fettuccine pasta in your hand, following your dad outside.

Sure, it was people inside your guys house who were chatting, and watching tv etc . But it was so many people outside too. Your uncles and aunts, even some of your dads old friends from a job he use to work at. You even notice your friends at a table drinking wine.

While setting the plate of pasta down on the food tray outside, you look over and your jaw could almost drop to the floor. It was Miguel. You haven’t seen him in months, but it felt like centuries. He was looked good as fuck. He was wearing a skin tight white t-shirt with blue trunk shorts and some white flip flops on. His brown hair was pulled back with few strands hanging on the sides. As you observed him more, you noticed how much bigger he got. He was so ho-

“Damn you look so sexy, mama!” Your desired thoughts about Miguel were interrupted. It was your friend, Iman, speaking to you.

“Oh my gosh!” You say, gasping and looking at her swimsuit.” Me? You look like a fucking model!” You say, hugging your friend and giving her a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Girl, I missed you so much.” Your friend Iman says, grabbing your arm and dragging you over to the table where the rest of your friends are.” Come here, I want you to meet my girlfriend!” She says.

“Ok!” You say excitingly, following Iman and greeting all of your other friends and meeting her girlfriend.

You decide to take your cover up off, showing off your swimsuit.

“Oh my goodness your swimsuit is so pretty on you!”

“You look Beautiful.”

“Damn, you’re so gorgeous.”

All these compliments you were getting really boosted your confidence up more, smiling to yourself and feeling really good about yourself. You looked good as hell.

You were a little nervous to meet Iman’s new girlfriend, because the last one wasn’t as nice. You were hoping this next girl was an improvement.

“Hi! It’s so nice to meet you.” You smile at her girlfriend, holding out your hand out for her to shake.

She just stares at you and laughs, sizing you up. Tf was this girl on?

You raise an eyebrow at the girl and Iman speaks up,

“Babe, don’t be like that!” Iman says, rolling her eyes at her girlfriend .” She’s a little nervous, is all.” Iman smiles at you.

“Hmm.” You nod a little and squint your eyes at the girl, brushing off the weird energy.” I’m gonna go find my dad! Have fun you guys. I’ll be back soon.” You smile and nod off to your friends.

“Ok, girl. I’ll talk some sense into her!” Iman laughs.

You nod and laugh to yourself before walking off.

The was awkward. You think to yourself.

As you were searching for your dad outside, you couldn’t find him anywhere. So you decided to look for him inside. You spot your dad leaning against the kitchen counter with a cup of beer in his hand, chatting with someone.

You walk closer to your dad and he notices you, he smiles and sits up.” Hi honey! Look who I found.” Your dad says and nods his head over across the table. You wonder who it could be. As your eyebrow was raised, you looked across from your dad and notice it’s Miguel. He was standing up against the fridge and also, holding a cup of beer in his hand, He looked so good and tall. You gasp and immediately run over to him.

“Aw! Hi, sweetie!” Miguel says, laughing and setting his cup of beer down and opening his arms for you. You wrap your arms around his lower waist and close your eyes, smiling widely and not wanting to let go.” Someone missed me, huh?” He says and hugs you back, Miguel cracking a smirk, which is very rare.

“Oh!” Your dad starts.” She’s been bragging and talking about you ever since she’s got back from school!” Your dad laughs and watches you both, smiling.

“Dad!” You snap at him, opening your eyes and feeling a little embarrassed.

“Oh, is that right?” Miguel questions, still hugging you and smirking.” You’ve grown so much!” He finishes.

“Hasn’t she!?” Your dad says, also shocked and agreeing.

“It’s so good to see you!” You pull away from the hug, looking up at Miguel with a soft smile on your face. “I haven’t seen you in so long! It’s been like..What? 10 years?” You joke, making Miguel laugh and shake his head.

“Trust me, it wouldn’t be that long. I wouldn’t be able to make it without seeing you.” Miguel says, picking up his cup and drinking some more beer.

“I’ll leave you two at it. I’ll be outside.”Your dad says, smiling at you both before walking off and stopping to look at you both.” You’ll keep an eye on her, won’t you?” Your dad questions Miguel, smiling.

“Of course, No worries.” Miguel says, nodding his head at your dad.” I’ll make sure she’s being a good girl.” He says.

“Good!” You dad smiles before walking off outside.

What the fuck? Was he trying to get you riled up? How dare he say that? In front of your dad, especially?

“So, how was college? Meet any cute boys? Or girls?” Miguel smirks, taking another snip of his drink and setting it down, his attention all of you while his arms are folded. Looking down at you. Damn, he’s so tall.

You think for a minute before answering,

“Maybe..” You say, looking down and playing with the tip of your fingers. You were lying. You just wanted to see his reaction.

“Oh yea?” He says.” What’s their name?” He knew you were lying.

“Uhm..”You start.” His name is Michael.”You lie. Out of all the names? Really?

He raises an eyebrow and stares down at you still.” Mike, huh?” He steps a little closer to you.” What’s his last name? What does he do for a living? What’s his major? What does he want to be in life?” He asks you, laughing.

“H-he uhm..” You say.” He wants to be a engineer..” You say, still lying.

He wasn’t buying your shit. Not one bit.

“That wasn’t my first question.” Miguel says softly while he folds his arms and still looks down at you.

“Y-yea it was!” You argue back.

Just shut up.

Miguel scoffs and looks at you, lifting your chin up with his two fingers.

“If you were listening..you should’ve known that I asked what his last name was..” He keeps eye contact with you.” So what is it?” He backs up and leads back against the fridge.

“Does this kid even fucking exist?”

“What does he do?”

“Is he good looking, like me?”

“Why aren’t you answering my questions hm? You’re a smart girl.”

He started asking all these random questions that you couldn’t keep up with. You decided that you weren’t going to let this up , you wanted to storm off like a little kid who didn’t get a ps3 for their birthday. You hated the way he was questioning you. To be honest, you shouldn’t have lied in the first place. Right?

“I don’t need to tell you anything..”You laugh nervously, rolling your eyes and beginning to storm off and he grabs your arm.

“Where you going,? I just wanted to know more about this ‘Michael’ guy.” He laughs and looks down at you, a little closer this time.

He bends down to your ear level and smirks before speaking,

“He doesn’t even fucking exist, does he?” Miguel speaks harshly in your ear.” You think lying to me is cute, don’t you?” He questions you more.

“N-no”You stutter over your words, feeling stupid.

“That’s what I fucking thought.” He says, clenching his jaw and siting up from his position, being bent down to your ear level.

“Now go have fun!” Miguel says with a soft smirk on his face, looking down at you.” I’ll be out in a second!” He says to you.

How did his demeanor change so fast? This man has got to be crazy, right? He just went from intimidating you to being a sweetheart? How?

You stare at him for a minute and nod your head, having no words for the situation that just happened.

“Atta girl.” Miguel says as you walk out, watching your hips sway side to side.

You clench your jaw at the name and sigh to yourself. You couldn’t deny that the bottoms of your swimsuit were getting slightly wet by the way he was talking to you.

“I’ll show him.” You say to yourself, walking out the back door and closing it slightly behind you so no bugs could get in.

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Time flew by really quick, it was nearing 8 o’clock PM. Your friends and a few of your dads buddies were still there, including Miguel. Oh great.

After chatting with your dad for a few, You began waking over to your friend table and saw that it’s only Iman and another friend of yours is there. Her girlfriend and others friends must’ve left earlier.

“Hey, pretty! I was just going to find you!” Iman smiles and looks at you.” We needa take some photos before we leave.” She motions to her and the other friend of yours.

“Of course!” You smile. While walking over by the pool, you noticed Miguel standing and chatting with your dad and few other of his close buddies. Your dads back was facing you so he couldn’t see your way, but Miguel sure could.

“We look good as fuck” Iman says, holding her phone up with the 3 of you in the photo.

“Of course”You laugh and pose in the photo, slightly pulling your swimsuit up so your ass shows a little more.

While taking the photo with your girls, you noticed how Miguel was watching the three of you, especially you. He was now sat in a chair, leaning back and having one arm lay over his crotch area. His stare was intense.

“I’m gonna post that one!” Iman says.

“Make sure you tag me.” You say ,smirking and walking off to the table full of fruits.

You know Miguel is watching you and your every step. You on purposely bend down and grab a sliced up apple, dipping it into apple sauce, you look back at him and gently lick around the sliced apple with the sauce on the tip of it. Plunging it into your mouth and seductively chewing on it.

Whilst standing back up and licking the apple sauce residue off your fingers, you noticed how Miguel was gone after a split second.

“You really are trying to get me riled up huh, Cariño?.” You hear a voice say, looking over and seeing Miguel. “Eatin’ that fuckin’ apple like that..”He says, clenching his jaw and looking at you.

“Aww, I thought you might’ve liked that.” You say, smirking and grabbing another apple, sliding it into your mouth and chewing on it slowly while looking at him.

He just stares at you for a moment.

You wonder what he must be thinking.

“So..”You begin.” I see you’ve gotten taller..”You smirk while keeping eye contact with him.” And bigger..” You tease at him.

“Oh yea?” He questions you.” You know I’ve always been this big, hun. Just decided to work out more and strengthen myself.” Miguel says blandly.

“You like how big I am, don’t you?” He smirks while looking at him.

“I don’t actually..”You lie and shrug to yourself.

“Yeah? So you wouldn’t mind it if I did this then, would you?” He walks over to you and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You almost screamed as he threw you over his shoulder. He laughed to himself and shook his head.” Quit movin’ around so much, girl” He says, taking you upstairs.

“Put me down, where the hell are you taking me?!” You protest while hitting his muscular back.

“You’ll see..”Miguel laughs to himself, walking up your carpet steps and heading to your bedroom that was down the hall. He opens up your bedroom door and shuts it behind him, locking it.

He walks over to your bed and throws you onto your soft sheets. Making you immediately sit up.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?! How dare you carry me like that. Someone could’ve saw us, Miguel!” You say and fold your arms, looking up at him.

“But they didn’t, did they?” Miguel looks at you and walks over to you.

You shake your head while looking down, avoiding his eye contact.

“That’s what I thought.” He says and lifts your chin, running his thumb over your bottom lip.

You felt yourself getting wetter and hotter as his thumb ran against your lip, his eye contact being to intense to take.

“You’re so disgusting..”He says and grabs you by the neck, shoving you against the wall.

“I-i didn’t do anything” You protest innocently.

“You know what you fucking did..”He hisses.” Outside a little while ago, pullin’ up that tiny little swimsuit and showing off that gorgeous ass of yours, yea?” His hand begins to trail down your thigh, his other resting against your neck.

“M-mmm!”You whimper out.” I thought you wanted to see a little naughty side of me”You say, biting your lip as his hand begins choking you harder than before.

“Oh yea? You trynna make me hard as a fucking rock..”His scary eyes glare into your pretty and soft ones.” He sizes you up in a disgusted way.” I see the way you look at me..the way you wear these short little swimsuits when I’m around..”He says and chokes you harder, making you gasp.

“P-please..”You whimper and look up at him with soft and innocent eyes. That always worked. Didn’t it?

He scoffs at you and releases his hand from your neck, still looking at you.

“That innocent shit isn’t gonna work on me, girl. I’m not that stupid..”Miguel says and grabs you by the arm, shoving you back onto the bed.

You just loved getting tossed around like this. He was so hot.

“Your dad told me about the little crush you had on me for years..”He laughs and begins sliding his shirt off, throwing it to the side. “I just laughed it off..Gosh you’re so cute..I wanted you for so long, Princesa.” He bites his lip and grabs your legs, pulling you the end of the bed and looking at you.

You couldn’t lie, you were shocked to hear that your dad told him about the little crush. But it was pretty obvious, wasn’t it? You always talked about him, bragged about him, and always missed him.

“You’re so hot..how could I not have a crush on a man like you?”You say seductively, looking up at him.

“You really want this hm, sweetie?” He questions .” What would your dad think if saw us huh? His slut of a daughter on her knees for an older man, his best friend?” He questions and begins opening your legs, kneeling.

“Heh , he would be so furious hm?” He says, grabbing the hem of your swim bottoms and rips them off of you, throwing them to the side.” Those tiny little fucking bottoms..”He opens your legs more and looks up at you.

“Mhm!”You nod your head and bite your lip, looking down at him and seeing how soaked you were.

“I bet you don’t even care hm. You just want a good dicking ?” Miguel says.

“I care! I-I just—hmm.”You whimper out and take note of how close his nose is to your pussy.

“You just what, huh slut ? Wanted me to fuck your brains out and give you a good fuck while you try and keep those little moans in your mouth? Is that it?” He says, slowly running his thumb up your body and to your nipples, softly twisting them between his fingers.

“Mm, feels so good!” You start.” I-I need your tongue so bad, sir!” You moan out, completely sliding your swimsuit top off and throwing it to the side. Your nipples being free and hardened.

“Yea, want me to eat that wet little pussy?” He smirks and keeps your legs spreaded with his big hands, kissing up your thighs. Making you shake with how wet and cold his lips are.

“P-please sir..”You moan out again, tossing your head back and feeling his tongue latch onto your swollen bud. You continue moaning as he sucks and licks at your clit. It feels so good..

He continues licking at your clit, you playing with your hard nipples and tugging at them.

“Mmhm ..”He mumbles against you, shaking his head side to side while sucking at your wetness. He’s gonna make you cum in no time if he keeps working at you like that.

Miguel smirks and hears how loud you’re becoming, he moves one of his hands up your body and covers your mouth.

“Mm!” You whimper against his hand, moving your hand over his and grinding up against his mouth. Miguel moves his hand to your heat. He begins to rub at your hole and slide a finger in, watching you wiggle and shake against him.

“Mhm, atta girl..”He mumbles into your pussy and begins to move his finger at a slow, but reasonable pace.

“It feels s-so good-“You moan out, still grinding up against Miguel’s face.

He continues lapping at your pussy, groaning and licking up and down your clit, driving you more insane than before. He slides another finger inside of you and begins moving them in and out at a fast pace, looking up at you with those dark eyes, watching you fall apart on his wet tongue and large fingers.

You buck up your hips and begin shaking your hips, beginning to get overstimulated.

“Mhm, that’s a good girl..”He moans against your pussy, pulling away and sliding his fingers out of you and standing to his feet. He looks down and you and smirks widely.

“You liked that, hm baby?”He smirks and reaches one hand down, rubbing your clit and watching your facial expressions change.

“Mhm—p-please!”You whine out.” I-I need your cock so b—bad, daddy.”You say, tossing your head back again at how good his fingers feel rubbing against your little nub.

“Yeah? You need an older man’s cock, hm?”Miguel scoffs and slides his trunks down, revealing his huge length. You could also choke on your words at how big he looked. It looked like he would split you into two on his cock, he would rip you in half and watch you fall apart on him. He’d loved to see that.

While your mouth is dropped and eyes widening at how big his cock is, he bends over to you and begins kissing down your neck, crawling onto the bed as he does.” You on birthday control, sweetie?”He questions.

“Yea!”You moan out.

“Atta girl ..”He says and smirks.

“Y—yes! P-please, daddy..”You whine.

“You’re so fucking Beautiful, you’re gonna take me like a champ and keep those pretty little noises down, aren’t ya?”He says while kissing down your neck, opening your legs widely and bending them towards your head. He was putting you in the full Nelson position. You’ve always loved that position and dreamed of him fucking you that way. He could pound you so hard, make you scream, and bit all of your deepest spots. He wanted to make you cum. Your dream was coming a reality.

“Mhm!”You nod your head, moaning at how soft his lips feel. He reaches down and begins pumping his cock, rubbing his hard tip up and down against your pussy.”J-just like that, d—daddy!”You whine out.

“You ready for me, princesa?”He lifts up from kissing your neck and makes sure your legs are fully bent almost to your neck, keeping them bent with his big hands, seeing your pussy clench around nothing.

“Yes, baby!” You moan out again, looking at how big and thick he is. It frightens you, but you’re gonna be a good girl and take him so good.

He nods his head knowingly and begins to slowly slide into you, watching your face change.

“S—so big!” You say, dropping your lips in an O shape, tightening around his cock already.

“You’re doing so good f’me, baby. You know that?”Miguel bites his lip and slides his cock a little more deeper inside of you, talking you through his movements, making sure you’re okay.

“Mhm!”You bite your lip and keep your legs open, taking his cock so well.

After a few minutes, he’s fully inside of you and beginning to slowly pound into you. He can’t look this man in the eyes. He’s too sexy and too big to even concentrate. You close your eyes and keep your mouth open while he plows into you. Miguel always keeps eye contact with you even though your eyes are closed, he loves how quick and easy you fall apart on his cock.

“You look at me when I fuck you..”He groans out and begins pounding into you faster, grabbing your jaw and making you look at him. You open your eyes slowly and your eyes begin to roll back at how good he feels.” That’s a good girl..”He keeps the hold on your jaw.

“S—so good, daddy! You’re fucking me so good!”You almost yell out, tightening around his cock again. That makes him go crazy.

“Ooo—yea pretty girl !”Miguel smirks.” Tell me how good I’m pounding your insides…tell me what a little slut you are for me..”He groans again and slaps your thighs, making you yelp.

You gasp before speaking, being absolutely fucked dumb,

“You’re fucking m-me so good! I’m such a little fucking w—whore for you!”You whine, looking up into his eyes.

“That’s a good little bitch..”He clenches his jaw and begins pounding into your faster, his hips and thrusts getting sloppier. You can tell he’s going to come soon.

“You gonna come for me, slut?”Miguel asks, watching your hips shake slightly.

“Y—yes, daddy!” You whimper, feeling like you’re gonna come in a few seconds.” I-I’m gonna come baby!” You look up at him.

“Come all over this cock, sexy.” He looks down and wants to watch you come all over his cock. Watch his pretty girl come undone.

“Oh g—goodness!”You cry out, coming over his cock and covering your mouth, making sure your moans aren’t going to be heard.

“Fuuuck—“Miguel drags out, watching you come over his cock. This also makes his come. He keeps his hips at a slight movement while watching both your guys come drip down from the bed.

Miguel pulls out slowly and takes his index and middle finger, sliding it up against your pussy and swiping up your come, sliding them into your mouth and making you suck them.

“Mmm..”You moan on his fingers, tasting the salty and warm juices from both of you. He slides his fingers back out and they’re wiped clean.” Whatta good girl..”He smirks and sits down on the bed, pulling you towards him.

“That was so good”You say, kissing his cheek.

“Yeah, that was amazing, doll..You really had a crush on me that bad ,hm?” He jokes and gathers his clothes together, you doing the same.

“Oh shut up!”You giggle and roll your eyes, grabbing your swim suit and sliding it back on.

“How bout’ you get in the shower and I’ll go back downstairs, and tell your daddy you weren’t feeling too good and how I made you take some medicine?” He smirks and looks at you, looking at how beautiful you still look.

“Sounds perfect to me!” You wink at him.

“Good..” Miguel says.

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That was all, beauties<3 hope y’all loved/ liked ittt💕💕💗💗💗💕💗💗🍒💋💋🍒💕🍒💕🍒💕💕🍒💕🍒💕💋💋❤️💕💕💗🍒🍒💕

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