“The fridge?!”

Commission for Vamp

Minotaur (Ambrose) x chubby fem!reader || fluff, tooth-rooting fluff, found family (kinda)

You love family dinners with your minotaur family. It always makes you extra giddy to be invited to Ambrose’s weekly family reunion, and this week wasn’t different. You had had a bit of a rough week, but right then and there, you felt cozy and relaxed. You are talking around the coffee table, everyone lounging around the sofas as the girls play around the table.

You are resting your head on Ambrose’s bicep as you talk to your sister in law about her new job. You are trying not to munch too loudly, but the dessert Cyrene made is fucking delicious and you let out a tiny noise that makes Ambrose’s hand tense on your thigh. You smile up at him, knowingly. You can see the way he’s looking at you with hooded eyes, and you know what that means… you are going to get your pussy pounded as soon as you get home.

But for now… You are content just eating some dessert and maybe a bit more alcohol than necessary when one of Ambrose’s nieces, who were playing around pointed at you and whispered to her sister.

Juniper, the older of the two, points to your leg. Your miniskirt rolled up a bit and your thigh is on full display, which meant… “Hey human-auntie,” your heart skips a beat at the cute nickname they gave you, “why do you have a boo-boo in your leg?”

“Huh?” You look down at where she’s pointing. You have a big finger shaped bruise right on your thigh. Your brain starts firing ideas on what to say. “Oh! You see…”

You try to think what to tell them that is not the truth. Because as much as minotaurs are sexually open, you can’t tell the kids that your boyfriend, his uncle, grabbed your hips so hard while he was fucking you that he left finger imprints in your thighs. You wouldn’t say that out loud in front of his family even if there weren’t any kids around, to be completely honest.

“You see… Your uncle Rose was a total hero!” Ambrose, who was looking at you with a knowing smirk almost chokes on his next breath at your statement. His eyes are big and round as he stares at you, not knowing what you were about to say.

“I am?” Ambrose asks between coughs, making you have to bite your lip not to laugh.

“Yes, silly! So, your uncle here was my hero and saved me when I fell the other day.”

“He did?!” Aster almost screams, the little one has the biggest romantic heart, and she’s already smiling, climbing the table to sit in front of you two. Her sister does the same, both of them staring at you as if you are the best storyteller in the world.

“Mmh-hm,” you hum in agreement, “I was climbing on the counter to get to the top cabinet where we store the good cereal,” you look at the kids who look a bit confused, so for their sake you add: “the cereal that tastes reeeal good, not that one that’s just bland, you know which one, right?” They nod frantically, apparently knowing perfectly what you mean even if you don’t. “So I was on the counter, but I still couldn’t get there, so I tried to climb…” You pause for dramatics, and then continue with a hand flourish: “the fridge!”

“The fridge?!” Both of them exclaim in unison, completely shocked by your story. You want to giggle so bad, but you contain, continuing with your story. The adults around the room are looking at you equally shocked.

You look around expecting to see amused smiles and knowing smirks, but everyone is nodding along your story as if it’s completely doable that you climbed a fridge and fell off it. Well, maybe they aren’t wrong, but you are lowkey offended that they all think you would fall. You have good control, you’ve been climbing on counters and furniture all your life. You are a professional. How dare they think you are clumsy? But the kids are looking at you, and there’s no way you are about to explain the adults that the story is just because of Aster and Juniper.

So you continue your tale. “The fridge. You see… I’m a bit shorter than that.” That makes them laugh, knowing full well you are a lot more than a bit shorter comparing to a minotaur-sized fridge.

“What else?” Juniper asks, her little hands resting under her chin, as if every word out of your mouth is the most interesting story she’s ever heard.

“And I was about to get the cereal, my hands were this close,” you get make a pinching motion and suppress a laughter at their surprised big eyes. “And then I slipped!” You clap hard and they let out a tiny squeal that makes everyone around the room laugh. “But don’t worry, your uncle Rose was right there, catching me before I hit the ground. Isn’t he a hero?” You ask the girls.

“YES!” Both girls yell at the same time, making everyone cheer and clap.

You smile at them, bowing to your public as Ambrose huffs bemusedly next to you. You look at him, eyebrows raised, daring him to say anything. He doesn’t, he just leans down and kisses your forehead as the girls start talking about other princesses and heroes, everyone returning to normal conversation.

The rest of the evening passes in a blur, your heart warm and cozy surrounded by your boyfriend’s family. You are more than content by the time Ambrose taps on your shoulder. “Let’s go home, sunshine,” he says in the softest voice. Your heart skips a beat at the tenderness in his eyes. It’s like staring back at the materialization of love for a second.

Your parents in law walk you two to the door as your sister in law tries to wrestle the kids into their jackets. “Try not to fall off any counters again, we’d hate to lose our new daughter,” your father in law says, ruffling your hair as you pass next to him.

Your brain stops processing information and you just stare at him confused. “What?”

“The bruise?” Ambrose’s mom hints, pointing at your leg.

But you aren’t thinking properly. A part of your brain is still trying to process that the big minotaur just said you are a part of the family, his new daughter. Oh no, you are going to cry. Oh no. Your eyes are getting misty and he’s looking at you the same way you look at tiny kittens and you… Yep, you are letting out a tear as you launch yourself to him and hug his middle. Ambrose laughs behind you, resting his back against the wall and staring at the exchange of love, his smile is so big it must hurt.

“Oh honey, why are you crying?” Cyrene, your mother in law, sounds concerned, and when you feel her strong body pressing against your back so you are in a sandwich of minotaur in-laws.

You can only let out a muffled “I love you, guys!” against your minotaur dad (?) pectorals. Ambrose keeps chuckling, and you want to hit his head before you hear a loud screech and there’s little hands grabbing your legs and hugging against you two. The kids.

“We love you human auntie!” Your heart melts a little more if it was even possible.