SINCE I know y’all miss him, and this idea wouldn’t really work with my other boys, and I miss him too lowkey HA have this, inspired by this.
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It’s quiet in your home, and that can never mean anything good.
Axel’s home for breakfast for the first time in months, his schedule has been absolutely insane given the jobs he’s had to do. To be frank, you’re blessed to have even just today with your husband and catch up on the domestics needed while he watches over Ella.
Or in a perfect world, that’s how it would be.
“Hey, uh,” Axel’s voice calls from the kitchen, voice quivering slightly and it makes your brows furrow in concern. “Babe, can you uh… can you come here, please?”
And just by the sound of his voice, you know it’s either extremely serious or absolutely ridiculous, so without further thinking, you make your way into the kitchen, where Axel is leaning on the island, his elbows resting on the marble as large hands cover his mouth. Across from him sits your daughter, still in her pajama’s while munching on soggy Fruity Pebbles.
So far, so good…
“Ella, sweetie,” axel begins, hands scrubbing his face. “Can you ask that again- daddy didn’t- I don’t think I heard you correct, maybe mommy can help too.”
And as you plant yourself next to your husband, you watch in confusion as Axel struggles to stay composed, Ella matching your confusion as she shovels another spoonful in her mouth.
“When can we have lesbians again?”
You can’t fight the snort that slips from your mouth, your own hand flying up to cover your face. You feel bad, you never want to make your sweet child feel bad for asking questions-
But oh god, what.
“Ella, I don’t think I know what that is,” Axel continues, his teeth sinking deep into his lower lip. “W-What does that mean, what is that?”
“It’s lesbians!” She repeats, her toes drumming against the island while she annunciates the word. You’re trying so hard not to laugh, you feel Axel shaking while trying to hold back his own laughter.
“S-Sweetie,” you chime in, clearing your throat. “I really don’t think you’re using the right word, I don’t think that word means what you think it does, baby.”
“Yuh-huh!” She continues, her bottom lip pouting out as large green eyes blink curiously up at her parents. “It’s like… like spaghetti! Daddy made it before!”
“Oh, my god,” you wheeze, your head resting on Axel’s shoulder and facing away from your daughter. Your nails dig into the fabric of his night shirt as he takes deep breaths to contain and calm himself down.
“Do you…” he snickers and excuses himself briefly. “Do you mean lasagna, my love?”
“Uh-huh!” Ella finally confirms, and you watch her bounce excitedly in her seat. You clear your throat once again as you stand up straight, your hands smoothing out your shirt. “Yes hun, we can… we can have lasagna, soon. Sure.”
“Yay!” She cheers victoriously, all before slipping out of the high-top stool and making her way into the living room, abandoning the last of her cereal and her two struggling parents in the kitchen.
“Alexander,” you say, both in disbelief for what just happened, and scolding him because you have no idea where else she could have learned that word.
“Don’t look at me like that!” He cackles, raising his hands in defense. “I don’t talk like that in front of her, she must’ve learned it at school!”
“Alexander.”
Then, his brow cocks and he looks you up and down, a cheeky smirk finally taking residence on his cheek, now slightly flushed from holding in laughter.
“What can I say?” He hums, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “She’s definitely my kid… Who doesn’t love a good lesbian?”
The room was quiet, save for the cheesy sitcom playing on the tv. You could tell as soon as he walked through the door, with his sleepy eyes and messy hair, this kind of night was needed.
You had him showered, fed and in his pajamas, and now you had him draped between your legs with his head on your stomach, your fingers gently tickling up and down his arms and the dip of his broad back, which were wrapped around your torso childishly. He always loved your touch, a unique remedy for him to instantly come back to life.
It was amazing how much a big man like him was so open about his need for you and thrive when you were around.
“You’re so quiet,” you purr sweetly, an adoring smile pulling at your cheeks. He smiles shyly and nudges closer to your stomach, “‘m tired, leave me alone.”
You giggle and lean down to kiss the crown of his head, “I’m just saying, it’s a sweet change of pace to have you so needy.”
Axel merely laughs and buries his face into your stomach, taking a deep inhale of your scent, his body once again going limp in your sweet hold. You settle deep into the couch, one of your hands moving to his hair and gently carding the soft locks.
Once again, the room is quiet and warm with gentle affections and the soft voices on tv, and you’re halfway convinced Axel had fallen asleep in your arms, evidently trapping you to the couch for the night.
“Keep doing that and I’ll fall asleep,” he mumbles suddenly, and you laugh softly as you kiss his head once more, the smell of his clean shampoo filling your senses, making you swoon deeper.
“That’s fine, my love,” you whisper, smiling in his hair. “Get some sleep. I’ll drag you to bed later, for now get some rest.”
Without having to be told again, Axel angles his head against your sweet touch, his face buried in your stomach, so close his stubble tickles you softly through the fabric of your tank top, though you pay it no mind as the relaxed, rhythmic breathing of your man against you warms you from the outside in.
ok so i have made um...mistakes and i've done a couple of shitty stick and poke tattoos on myself. all i can think about is doing stick and pokes with Axel while you're both suuuper high
“Hold stilllll!!”
The childlike whine from your boyfriend only makes you laugh more at the situation you two find yourself in. Thick clouds of smoke hang lowly in the air of your shared room, a joint having already been stubbed out, the other one hanging between your lips. With Axel holding your wrist in his hands, he uses the sharp tip of his inked needle to trace the outline of your tattoo, a simplistic dinosaur to pair with the matching one on his own wrist, the idea being that they would kiss when you two hold hands.
You pull out the tightly rolled joint to blow the sweet, sticky smoke past your lips, a stream of giggles falling past you, “I c-can’t baby, it hurts!” You manage, resting the cigarette in the ash tray.
Axel finally breaks his focused façade to giggle with you, dropping his head on the bed as he breathlessly cackles, “then why are you laughing, if it hurts, babe?”
“Because I knew it would hurt, so all my body can do is laugh!” You drop your head next to his as you giggle like children to each other, the hand holding your wrist gently running his thumb up and down over the side of your own, and he smiles as he calms down from his airy laughter.
His green eyes, although glazed, are fixated on you adoringly, a small smile etched on his perfect face, and all you can do is gaze back at him past the shaggy bits of hair that slipped from the gel and fell in front of his eyes.
“’M gonna marry you one day, babydoll,” he mumbles, making your smile grow. “You and me.. we’re gonna be old and wrinkly together with our dumb dinosaur tattoos, fuckin’ with our nieces and nephews and travelling with our 7 goldens.”
“They’re not dumb,” you scold. Then, your face softens, “do you think we’ll still be fun when I’m old and wrinkly?”
With a grin, Axel picks up the joint and takes a hit, leaning close to your face and cupping the back of your head with his massive paw, and you gratefully take the shotgun before lazily exhaling the smoke between you.
“Of course we will,” he mumbles, watching you in awe.
Axel and Mark are brothers. Axel’s older than mark by a fairly big margin so he offers that good ol’ elder brother wisdom™️ and Mark isn’t always here for it.
Axel’s had to drag mark out of parties more times than he can count, some because he was worried about his lil bro, some because he wasn’t answering moms texts and axel wasn’t about to let him make their momma feel bad.
Like this one time, their mom was punishing Mark for being completely shitfaced and missing something for their grampa, and Mark straight up snuck out of his room, no note, no regards, nothing, and with his mom fearing the absolute worst, that she’d lost her son, her baby, Axel quickly tracked down his brother and hauled his drunk ass right back home, speeding so fast mark was puking in the truck, yelling at him so bad mark pouted, and by the time they got home his brother was just a needy, scolded mess, and their mom was all over him, taking care of him and letting him puke and whine about his tummyache, and if she needed Axel to get anything, he did, not questions asked.
When mark was going through his first serious breakup, Axel really stepped forwards to work him back to normal, doing things with him other than just drinking the problems away like his friends wanted to. They went to cheap bowling alleys and drank cheap beer, they would drive around at 2 am, blasting music as they passed a joint, and it was probably the first real time- like honest, true, raw- that Mark learned it was okay to be a man and cry. He was hitting Axel, screaming and telling him she was every terrible name under the sun and that Axel had no idea what the fuck Mark went through to try to keep her happy.
When Axel pulled over, he shoved Mark back a little, just enough to straighten him back, telling him to stop being a pussy and just embrace it. She was gone. She was no good for him, and she was gone. She broke his heart, it was okay to be sad, and Mark wore his vocal chords raw with his sobs and shrieks of despair. “Why doesn’t she fucking want me, Axe? What’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing, dude,” he promises over his brothers tears. “You’re at a stupid age where love doesnt mean shit to nobody. Fuck, I am too. But right now, you’re sad because you’re alone, and one day you’re going to find someone, and they’re going to make you fear a lot of things more important than just ‘being alone.’ Trust me dude. You’re too fucking young to get that.”
They don’t talk about that night often. Axel’s jacket collar had been permanently ruined from Mark’s tears and hot breath against the leather, but from then on, instead of just getting drunk off his rocker when he was sad, he’d just find Axel and cry it out.
Their dad passed away when Mark was young, and their mom never really recovered from it. Because of this, Axel really took the role of being momma’s fix-it man, getting an under-the-table job when he was young and making sure Mark had snacks and lunches while their mom took care of the house. When momma Cluney eventually remarried, she never ceased to thank Axel for all he did, and it always put Mark in a weird feeling. Not that he wasn’t grateful beyond words, he just always felt bad that Axel had to go through that at such a young age.
“You were in Kindergarten,” Axel says cooly, passing his brother a beer. “What were you going to do, sell dunk-a-roos for cold, hard cash?”
“I could’ve done more,” he mumbles, taking a long sip of his drink. “Like... I could’ve been more grateful for the toys and the lunch money.”
Axel chuckles and reaches over to ruffle Mark’s hair, “hey; you were fed. You didn’t give mom too much shit. And on your birthday, you got the Power-Ranger toys you wanted. You were grateful. You just didn’t get why you had to wait until your birthday.”
Mark snorts and shoves Axel’s hand away, sighing softly, “I wish I knew him, dude..”
“You look just like him.”
“What was he like?”
Axel hums and leans back in his seat, fingers swirling the lip of his beer bottle, “I remember when I was nine, I told him I was going to run away. Go live in the treehouse of our old house.” He paused to smirk, “bastard made me a lunch box with two peanut butter sandwiches, a bag of barbecue chips and a juice box and said ‘good for you! You’re a man now, do what you gotta do!’ I never made it off of the porch.”
Mark snickers and they get real quiet. “I miss him,” he admits. “I don’t remember him... but I miss him.”
Axel hums again, “he was moms great love. Never laid a hand on us, nor her. He was a good man.”
Mark raises his bottle to his brother, “you’re a good man too, dude.”
“Believe me, mark,” Axel chuckles sadly. “I’m only a quarter of the man he was.”
On a lighter note, Axel taught Mark to drive. He filled his truck with gas, drove them both out to the city limits, butt-fuck no where, with a bag of fast food and his gps.
“Okay,” Axel hums. “Get out.”
“Excuse me?”
Axel pulled the keys out of the ignition and tossed them to his brother, “you’re driving us back home. Oh, and to CVS, mom needs sugar and milk.”
And with those buggy green eyes, Mark just completely stares at Axel, freaked out and worried (mostly because Axel’s truck is his baby, and Axel was levelheaded enough at all times to hide a body if need be), so with a reassuring smile, axel slips out of the driver side, gesturing mark to slide over the bench-seat, and he slowly walked Mark through the process of starting the car and driving back home.
He hit a curb. And ran a stop-light. Nearly hit a squirrel, but never once did axel raise his voice to him. He would simply tell him it was alright and that “it doesn’t have to be perfect; I just want you to get us home.”
When they finally pull in a few hours later, Mark was so terrified Axel would tell their mom everything, but axel just shook his head. “If I wanted you to be perfect, I wouldn’t have just thrown you into traffic; I wanted to make sure you could drive if I wasn’t around and mom needed you. You got home. We’re alive. Tomorrow, if you’re feeling easy, we’ll go to a parking lot or something. But you did fine.” He smiles and leaves the truck, “but don’t puke in the truck; do it in the front yard, please.”
Which. Mark obeys.
Whenever Mark’s birthday rolls around, Axel drives them up to an old lake house their great-grandparents built, only bringing some clothes, booze and a gas can to get in and out of town, and they fish, make s’mores, and just be kids again. Again, Mark is much younger than Axel, so all the memories Axel has here, Mark doesn’t, so he wants him to enjoy the young years of his life that Axel really couldn’t.
Sometimes, if they’re bold, they’ll bring whoever they’re dating or smashing, but they’ve found it’s better to just have a guys weekend away, only them two in the middle of the woods, with only the fish in the lake to keep them company.
“So you had a treehouse and a fuckin’ cabin before I came along?” Mark asks by the fire, marshmallow clinging to his face childishly. Axel snorts, “dude I haven’t had a birthday party since I was seven, then you showed up.”
“Oh I’m sooo sorry,” Mark sings, rolling his eyes and plopping the last of his s’more in his mouth. Axel sighs dramatically, “don’t be. You made mom happy,” he pats his brother on the shoulder. “And she said I wasn’t allowed to try and return you anymore, so.”
Mark laughs before his brows furrowed, “anymore?”
Axel smirks. “Why do you think you’re so claustrophobic now, Markie?”
“The fuck did you do to me?”
“Shoved you in a box and left you outside.”
“You WHAT.”
“Three times.”
They bicker. They fight. But they’d fucking die for each other. As they got older, they really became best friends and Mark is open to that fact.
In fact, for Axel’s birthday, Mark got his hands on a pikachu doll from the 90’s that Axel was dying to have a kid but couldn’t get because he had to help his mom take care of mark, but every now and again he brought it up to joke.
Mark could tell that, even as an adult, he still wanted that pikachu toy because he wouldn’t shut up about it, so he finally saved up and got it ($150 mint-condition his asshole), and when Axel opened it on his birthday, there was not a dry eye from anyone except Mark.
Big, green eyes flip from the toy to Mark, jaw dropped in surprise and just completely at a loss for words. Mark grins, “now you can shut up about it; you own it. Live your Ash Katchum dreams, freak.”
Axel laughs around his cries, a tattooed hand coming up to stop himself. He wastes no time in stalking his way over to his brother, pulling him in for a tight hug while the younger just hugs him back, still smiling before shoving him off when people tried to get pictures.
“Cant have people who get our Christmas card think I like you or anything,” he snorts, making Axel laugh again before going back to his seat to finish his gifts, but everyone (including himself) knew that Mark won that year.
The first time Axel brings someone home, they’re a guy. Their mom was chillin, she had no problems with it (though she didn’t really expect Morgan to necessarily be a man), Mark was pretty confused. Like, sure Axel always had friends over, but they were never cuddly and touchy before, and it made Mark really curious.
He probably brings it up on one of their fishing trips years later, and axel barely has any clue what he’s talking about at first.
“You seriously don’t remember Morgan?” Mark asks in disbelief. “Like, how do I, but you don’t?”
“I’ve been with a lot of people,” Axel shrugs. Then, he tenses up and a slow grin spreads across his face, “oh. Morgan.”
“Yes! Morgan, the first person you ever brought home!”
“They’re not Morgan anymore,” Axel recalls. “Well, to me anyways. After we broke up, they became she, and her name is Bella. We’re still close, she’s just not Morgan anymore.”
“So... are you... like...?”
Axel smirks, “I’m nothing, dude. No skin off my ass for labels. If you learn anything from me, Markie boy,” he turns to his brother, “do what makes you happy. Love who the hell you want. Mom’s going to love you. I’m gonna love you. And fuck anyone who tells you you can’t.”
“I think I’m straight.”
Axel chuckles. “You’ve just never pursued anyone who hasn’t gone after you; just so happens only women have gone after you.”
Mark frowns and sinks lower in his seat, “do you think... not-straight-guys are afraid of me?”
“I think they’re afraid of your frat-boy-fuck-buddies who tease someone for having any sort of human emotions,” Axel says nonchalantly. “I’ve taught you enough about treating people with respect, your friends don’t have the same drive you do.”
Which brings me to my next point
Axel ABSOLUTELY taught Mark about the birds and the bees.
He drove them both around town not long after Mark turned 14, and he parked at their town’s high school and just... talked about sex. What happens, how does it feel, etc..
“You need to listen to her, Mark,” he says sternly. “The minute you hear a “no,” you fucking stop. The minute you hear a ‘I don’t want to,’ you stop. I don’t care if you’re balls deep inside of her, you slip out, tuck yourself away and apologize for making her uncomfortable.”
“But what if-“
“No.”
That’s the basics; like what happens when you have sex, what how to use protection, and the importance of consent. A while later, once Mark starts going to parties, he drives them out again, only this time to talk about when she says “yes.”
“You gotta work her up,” Axel hums, cigarette low on his lips. “Her body will let you know when she’s ready. If you go in dry, you’re going to hurt her.”
“How do I like... do that?”
Axel smirks, “play with her a little. Kiss her nice and slow... let your hands paw and squeeze, let her moan a little, let her purr... I’ve been with a few girls who like being tickled and picked up, some girls like it more rough and playful too, a smack on the ass, a few bites on their neck-“
“How will I know?” Mark squeaks. “If she like... likes what I’m doing.”
Once again, Axel grins, “believe me, Markie boy- you’ll know.”
A quiet knock on his door snapped him out of his current activity, a small, Batmobile model that his brother had gotten him for his birthday. It’s the first day Axel’s had off in months, he wasn’t going to waste it. “Doors open!”
Slowly, she entered his small apartment, her frame slouching out of exhaustion. Heavy bags bunched under her eyes and she looked ready to collapse. “Doll? You alright?”
“No,” she grumbled, stumbling into the room. Axel quickly stood up and gently helped her stand, holding her steady as she walked.
“Easy,” he said, guiding her to the couch. “I thought you were just kidding when you said you were coming over to just nap.”
“No,” she repeated, leaning her weight into Axel’s side. “But I couldn’t sleep without you.”
“Why not?”
“You’re comfy...” her voice trailed off as Axel sat her down on the couch. “And you smell good... and because your apartment is quieter than mine.”
Axel chuckles lovingly, a large hand petting her warm cheek, “alright baby, you just relax then. I’ll be in the other room if you need me.”
A loud whine escaped her lips as he tried to walk away, and he spun back around to see her.
“What’s wrong?”
“I want you to stay,” she whimpered, trapping his wrist in her hands.
Axel sighed, “why? I got stuff to do.”
“Please, Axel?” She begged, tugging on his arm gently. “I just wanna snuggle...”
Chuckling quietly, Axel sat down next to her, letting her head fall into his large lap. His hand traveled to her scalp as he massaged it gently.
But a frown still lingered on her softened face.
“What now, baby?”
She stayed quiet for a moment before knuckling an eye, “I wanna sleep... like we do in bed...”
Part of Axel wanted to be gross, ask her if she was so sleepy, why’d she want his dick inside of her. But she was so tired that he knew that words like that were means for being smacked. He knew what she meant, god bless her sleepy self.
“Baby-“
“Please, Axe?” She whined, reaching up and balling his shirt in her fist.
She had no clue just how much he loved her, just how much his heart fluttered when she looked and acted so small. It made him feel important. Like he was needed.
“Fine, you brat,” he said dramatically. “Scoot over.”
She happily obliged, letting him next to her on the small couch. He slithered behind her and she nuzzled into his chest, letting his arms wrap securely around her. He could feel his ass hang off the couch, the leather soon turning hot against his cheek and his feet dangling helplessly over the edge, but with a content smile, she looked so angelic, already half asleep and Axel wouldn’t dare wake her up.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, babes,” he mumbles back, kissing her head.
“I’ll make it up to you,” she continues to mumble, nuzzling the crown of her head under his chin. “I promise...”
“Don’t worry about that,” he assures, shifting slightly in an attempt to get his butt planted onto the couch, to no avail. “Just get some rest, I’m falling off of the couch already.”
She snickers and he lays a thumb on her temple, rhythmically stroking the tense muscle to lull her to sleep, proving effective as moments later her hot breath puffs over his tattooed neck, a small little slice of heaven Axel, deep down, wouldn’t change for the world.
I just need a soft make-out session with Axel, nothing but praise for one another and love 😌💕
Save for the soft smacking of lips and the gentle moans you managed to coax from each other, the room stays shrouded in silence. The sun shyly peeks through the blinds in your shared room before it sets for the night silently, but with you, straddling Axel’s lap with your knees tightening possessively to bracket his hips, your lips slotted with his delicately yet vivaciously with each eye-fluttering swipe of his tongue against yours, neither of you can bring yourselves to care.
It was unknown to either of you how long you had been kissing, easily for the better half of the late afternoon, his massive paws tracing your sides and hips as they had done time and time again. Neither of you could move. Totally encapsulated in each other’s company, who could blame you?
With sessions like this, it was almost hard to imagine there ever, ever could be anyone else for each of you. In moments like this, you are absolutely perfect for each other, fitting together like a puzzle as you only can give each other the most amazing pleasure.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Alexander cluney.”
“You are the best thing to ever happen to me.” His nose traces up and down the side of your face, kissing every obvious line and freckle he can find. “My perfect baby...”
“Never stop loving me,” you nearly beg, your obsession with him seemingly growing.
Axel coming home from a night out completely shitfaced and waking you up to tell you how much he loves you hehehe
It was hard not to wake up from the loud clomping of boot steps down your halls to your shared room, the occasional stumbling and quiet “awh shit”’s in tandem with the knocking of furniture being the only indication that the intruder was your boyfriend and not a threat. You weren’t mad, far from it actually. It wasn’t uncommon for Axel and his employees to hang out after work and drink, getting their sober friends to drive them home.
You fight the chuckles that want to bubble from your throat at his struggling, and you watch as next to you, Diesel raises his head at the jiggling of the door handle.
“Baaaaabe,” Axel whispers rather loudly, slowly stepping into the bedroom. “I’m homeeeee.”
Like you hadn’t noticed.
You angle your head slightly to watch him make his way to the bed, stripping his clothing off as he continues to speak, “sorry it’s so late. Pat showed up with nips and a broken heart, bro code says we have to sss’pport him.”
“It’s alright, handsome,” you assure, sitting up with a yawn. You flick on the lamp on your nightstand, “you got home safe, that’s what I care about.”
Axel smiles widely at you, flopping down on the bed in his boxers, wife beater and socks, nuzzling between you and Diesel childishly, “I knew you’d understand... s’ good to me.” His eyes are closed, his smile dopey, and you assume he’d already fallen asleep as you reach to flick off the light next to you.
“I love you so much, m’ baby,” he mumbles into your thigh, lips pursed out from laying on his cheek, the flushed areas of skin making him look childlike against you. “The best thing that ever ‘appened to me.”
With a grin, you gently lift his head and scoot down to have him lay on your chest, placing tentative kisses to his soft, greasy hair. “You smell good,” he mumbles, burying his nose deeper in the crook of your neck, smiling enough for you to feel his mustache grate over your skin.
“You stink,” you snicker, making him whine in protest. “You’re showering tomorrow.”
“Not gonna make me tonight?”
You smile and shake your head, “I don’t think you could make it to the shower right now, baby.”
He giggles squeakily before nuzzling deeper in your arms, cradling him and rocking him softly to coax him to sleep like the child he seemed to be at the moment.
“Mkay.”
“Get some sleep, handsome man,” you whisper, closing your own eyes to get back to sleep. “We’ll clean you up tomorrow.”
I completely see Axel showing off his child to everyone and anyone. He swears his proudest moment is y/n choosing him to impregnant and raise a child with. Her favorite thing is taking their child to the shop after hours and eat dinner while Axel explained to the baby everything he was doing. The child looked at him in fascination while y/n just looks at him with the biggest heart eyes... Sorry Dad Axel or any of them gives me feels.
AHHHH-
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“And this is a ‘64 Ford F-150,” Axel says softly, yet excitedly at the baby boy in his arms, chubby legs dangling over his forearm while he bounces the infant to keep him happy. “The dude who owns this truck has a lot of money, so daddy’s gotta make sure this is reaaaaally well done, yeah?”
The child merely grabs Axel’s dirty thumb and brings it to his mouth to chew on, his tiny, spit-covered fist uninteresting to him now.
A few feet away, on the small couch Axel has out for customers, you watch adoringly as he, for the fourth time that week, walks Mason around the garage and explained each and every car, truck, bike and scooter and the jobs being done on them. It made your heart swell to watch their tender interactions, your sons green eyes of interests dancing over the machines and occasional up to his father when he speaks.
You giggle, “I thought you said you weren’t going to force the car-life on him.”
“I’m not!” Axel gasps in mock offense. “I’m merely showing him the basics to help him recognize certain shapes and colors. I thought you’d be supportive of my teaching efforts.”
You raise your hands in surrender before standing up and stalking your way over to the pair, taking the small child from his arms with a sigh. “I forgot how sexy you looked all covered in grease and oil,” you croon, bumping your hip with his as he looks at you in mischief.
“What happened to no dirty talk in front of Mason?”
“Much like you explaining your cars to him, he doesn’t have a clue of what I’m saying.”
“I’ll give you a clue,” he snickers, reaching forwards to grab your hips and pull you towards him, your shoulders and back flush to his chest as he growls playfully and traces bites all down your neck and ears.
“Alexander!” You scold, giggling and clutching Mason tighter to not drop him. “Stop it, I’m with child!” You turn your head to grin at him and, with a wolffish smile, stalks his way over to an old, beat up mustang that you two would always mess around in.
“Speaking of being with child,” he sighs, slapping the top of the car. “Kid... I’m pretty sure this is the car where it all began. And if all goes to plan, it’ll be yours one day.”
“Alexander!”
“What, I think it’s romantic! It’ll all come full circle!”
“You’re disgusting!”
“Maybe he’ll make his own lil’ Cluney clone in it-“
“Oh my God.”
( @amandalynngraves wanted to make sure you saw this as it was from the old account!😁❤️)
