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📄 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐢𝐫

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

𝐀𝐎𝟑 | 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 | 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.6k (LMAOOO)

𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Post-Divorce, shared custody, injury and stitching in the beginning, heavy angst, arguing, Jealous!Miguel, fall out, mentions of infidelity and pregnancy, EVENTUALLY SMUT, PIV unprotected sex, oral sex (m receiving), cum eating (we’re getting nasty nasty), brief breeding kink

𝐀/𝐍: This is inspired by @yougavemeyourheartyouknow baby daddy AU. I didn’t think this one would get this lengthy but here we are I guess.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Divorce was supposed to bring closure, but for Miguel, it only fuelled a lingering ache for the woman he still loved. Convincing himself that ending the marriage was for your benefit, he didn't realise the depth of his mistake until he saw you moving on.

Miguel hissed when he felt the rubbing alcohol being smeared onto the wound across his abdomen with a cotton pad. A sharp scent of disinfectant wove through the air, tingling his nostrils and it mingled with the faint aroma of coffee you both had earlier.

There he was, perched on the sofa in his ex-wife’s living room, hair damp from sweat as you patch him up after another mission as Spider-Man — an event he never anticipated would happen to him at two in the morning.

“Easy, I’m not going anywhere,” he spattered out as he felt another stinging wave from the alcohol. You gaze up at him from his wound that you were focused on before you spoke.

“Sorry, I thought you had a higher pain tolerance,” you said, dabbing the wound gently.

“I do, but that doesn’t give you license to be rough with me like that,” he mumbled. Despite the divorce, he knew you’d never do anything to hurt him.

You both remained friends as your marriage never worked out between the two of you. You would patch him up whenever he needed it— he would rather have you take care of him just to feel your touch than have a random nurse.

As the blood cleared from the open cut, you could see the gash more visibly now. A villain's blade had slashed across him deep enough to leave a large wound that won’t heal on its own.

“You’re gonna need stitches,” you got up from the seat to go to the bathroom before coming back with your kit. Miguel sank further into the plush cushion of the sofa, feeling the fabric yield under his weight.

His heart twisted with a mix of guilt and gratitude as he watched you tend to his wound. He grimaced slightly at the pinch of the needle on his skin but your hands were delicate, careful not to further damage the delicate area.

He sat still motionless as his eyes were glued to you. It was easy to admire you and how concentrated you were right now. You were always nurturing and wanted the best for people you cared about. Your brows furrowed as you kept working on the cut.

“Jesus Miguel…” you whispered, taking in the sheer size of his cut.

“What?” He asked, tilting his head in mock confusion. “It’s not that bad, you know I’ve had worse. You’ve treated worse than this,”

Even if you were divorced and not together by law, he still cherished these moments with you. You were still the same woman he loved.

Watching you fix him up made him feel like things were almost back to normal again— that he was home and his wife was here to get him back on his feet. Until reality would set in.

“I know. It’s almost like you’re testing your own durability,” there was an obvious worry etched in your voice as you were finishing up stitching his wound. It made his stomach churn with silent longing.

“That cut? You really think that’s a test for durability?” He arched his brow inquisitively. He knew it was a big gash but it was nothing he couldn’t handle.

“That was nothing more than me not paying attention. But this one however…" he pointed to his bruised shoulder, "that was a test for durability. I got smashed through a wall,”

You peered up at him momentarily, a flicker of disturbance in your eyes, before you silently resumed his last stitches.

Silence fell between you as the faint hum of the city filtered through the window, punctured by the occasional sirens and car horns.

“All done,” you announced, leaning back to examine your work.

He sat up from the couch carefully, making sure not to put too much strain on the fresh stitches. “Gracias,”

“Don’t forget to drink your fluids,” you reminded him.

“Sí sí. You sound like an overprotective mother,”

“Well…I just so happen to have a daughter,” you gave a soft smile. Out of everything that had happened in your marriage, he would forever be grateful that you gave him a daughter.

Watching Gabriella grow was a profound blessing that he would never take for granted. Fatherhood had made him learn a lot about himself that he never knew he could harbour, fostering a newfound level of patience and empathy within him.

And now, as Gabriella was approaching her fifteenth birthday, Miguel couldn’t help but reflect on how quickly the years had passed. He would soon be preparing for her quinceañera with you, a milestone that seemed to arrive in a blink of an eye.

“And do you tell her to drink her fluids as much as you tell her papá?” He asked in a slight tease.

“You know I do and I tell her to eat her greens,” you replied, matching his lighthearted tone.

His heart soared at the fond memories. You were always an amazing mother, a role that bloomed naturally from you as soon as you gave birth to your daughter and held her in your arms for the first time.

He didn’t think he could fall for you more until he saw you nurse your baby for the first time with a tender look in your eyes. He hated the fact that he wasn’t there to witness those precious moments of you bonding with your daughter enough when he had the chance to.

“I’m surprised Gabi hasn’t picked up any of your bad habits,”

“Bad habits like what?”

“You know…the irresponsible stuff,” he chuckled, clearly getting a rise out of you. “You should’ve seen her last weekend. She called the guy you’re seeing a ‘cabrón’”

An uneasy tension knotted in chest after he broached the subject of your date, almost like he was dreading to hear what you were going to say.

He was never thrilled about the topic, just as he never was when you spoke about anything to do with other men. However, he didn’t expect to see your face drop, like the topic hit a raw nerve.

“She said that?” You voice was hesitant and he noticed shoulders slump and your brows furrowed.

Either you were uncomfortable with Gabriella’s candid remark towards your date or you didn’t like that she was cursing at her age.

“She did. Look I heard what she said but she’s probably just saying that to sound grown up. She is a teenager and the hormones make them go nuts,”

“Sure I guess,”

“Try not to take it personally,” he reached out to hold your hand and tried to reassure you, even if hearing Gabriella cursing wasn’t the best thing a father should let slide.

“I’m not upset about that,” you droned.

“Your tone says otherwise,”

“There’s something I want to discuss with you,” Your demeanor shifted into something more serious and you were avoiding eye contact with him which made him uneasy. “If I’m going to keep dating him, I can’t patch you up like this anymore,”

Miguel swallowed thickly, processing what you had just told him. “You’re not meaning…”

“Yes,”

He felt an uncomfortable pull in his gut and his heart felt like it was about the leap out of his throat. “You can’t be serious,”

“It won’t be fair on him if I’m still friends with the man I was married to,” Miguel couldn’t help but scoff at that, but he couldn’t call it stupid.

A small part of him knew that you were right. How could any man feel safe when his new woman was still close with her ex-husband, her ex who still loved and pined for her? But he wasn’t going to stand for that.

“And since when did I care if it’s fair on him?” He snapped back.

For a split second, Miguel could feel the cool platinum of the wedding band that he still hasn’t removed from his finger. It served him a bitter reminder that he was still not over you. He hoped you wouldn’t bring it up, especially now.

“This isn’t just about you,” there was a sharpness in your tone when you said that, whether it was intentional or not it still cut deep. You continued to pour salt on the wound as you added on, “Don’t act like you didn’t sign those divorce papers too,”

“Stop it, don’t you think I know that. I was naive to think that a divorce was going to solve anything,” Those damn divorce papers. Thinking about it made the knife that was already stabbing his heart twist further.

If there was anything he regretted the most in life, it would be sitting down in the courtroom and signing those papers that finalised your parting.

Now, he had to watch you go on a date with someone else because he pushed you away. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, frustration knotting in his chest.

“You know why we had to file the divorce,” you said.

Miguel’s mind went spiraling and he wanted to sink into the floor. He was fully aware that he was the one to blame for this. The long hours he spent away as Spider-Man, the growing distance between the two of you— it all led to a rift that tore you apart.

He initiated the divorce, convinced it was for the best. Your marriage was standing on its last leg and he didn’t want to waste your time.

Even if there was no bad blood between the two of you and you decided to stick to being friends after, it didn’t make things hurt any less. Miguel still craved more of you and he missed his chance when he had it.

But now the consequences of his decision were biting him in the ass and the prospect of his biggest fear was coming to fruition. He couldn’t stop you from dating again and he hated it.

“Even if we do stick to being friends, we’re going to be more distant than we were before,” you further explained.

Miguel stared silently as you stood up from the couch and kept going. Each word uttered from you was punctuated with agony that was piercing his heart. “You’re not going to be able to have me like you used to Miguel, not the way that you want,”

He knew he was starting to be selfish now and he had no right to be jealous when he failed you as a husband. He was fully aware of the point you were making and the logic behind it but he still refused to let it go.

Finally he spoke after a long while, “I’d rather have a part of you than none of you,”

“Do you truly believe that you’ll be satisfied with that in the long run?”

Realistically, no. But he wasn’t going to admit that to you. He didn’t want to be a bystander in your life and witness you bounce back and love someone again that wasn’t him.

But despite that, he still wanted to stay because there was still a small part of him that was grasping onto straws, hoping that you will take him back and you’ll be his again.

But how long could he accept the scraps of you that you’d throw at him before it got too unbearable? It was ironic— the main cause of his wounds that you just patched up right now, the life of Spider-Man, was the reason why you both drifted apart.

“If it wasn’t for our shared custody that’s tying us down, I would’ve said we should’ve cut off a long time ago,”

Those words hurt more than Miguel let on. He rose from the couch and limped towards you, hissing from the sting of the wounds. “Don’t say that, I’m the father of your child—”

“And that’s all you’ll ever be,” Miguel winced internally.

He didn’t know what hurt more, you interjecting or the fact that you only saw him as a co-parent to your daughter. But the latter was definitely going to have a lasting effect on him.

He was going to reach out for you, but you turned your back to him. He had nothing to say now and this could be the last time you would be this warm and open with him.

Without uttering another word, he tapped on his watch to engage his suit before moving towards the window. A moment before he shot his webs to hoist himself away, you spoke one last time.

“You have Gabi for next weekend.”

He merely nodded at your words before he disappeared into the night, swallowing his frustration and disappointment. His web shooters echoed through the streets.

His mood drastically changed the moment he left your comforting apartment to the chaos of Nueva York— it was almost palpable.

His web shot out, catching onto the building he was aiming for. He landed against the wall with a gentle thud before he turned back to look at your apartment from afar. This was going to be the last time he could swing by your apartment through your window freely and his heart was already aching for you.

Miguel headed up to your apartment and rapped at the door. It didn’t take long before he saw Gabriella answering the door to him.

She had a duffle bag full of her clothes for the weekend and her phone was in one hand. He gave her a warm smile and kissed her forehead.

“Ready to go?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she replied casually.

Miguel’s line of sight went past Gabi and further into the house. You weren’t anywhere near the door.

He didn’t know what it was but Miguel felt a pull that was coaxing him to go to you. For a moment, he was conflicted whether or not he should see you. But eventually he caved in to his desires and stepped into the house.

“Where’s you mom?” Miguel asked.

“She’s in the bathroom taking a shower, I think,” Gabi replied before her attention was drawn into her phone screen.

“Stay here. I’ll be back,” Miguel padded over to the bathroom with cautious steps. It had been six months since your friendship had broken off, and he didn’t know what to expect when you saw him in your home.

His palms were sweating, and he could feel every pulse in his body. Part of him thrived off the anticipation that was building up to the moment but the other part was screaming at him to turn back and just leave you alone.

The bathroom door was ajar but the shower wasn’t running. He could see from the gap that you definitely weren’t taking a shower.

He found you sitting in the walk in shower with your knees tucked into your chest. You were wearing a tank top and some sweatpants. He pushed open the door further so he could get a better look at you.

Your eyes looked foggy but he could still see the redness around the rim from crying moments earlier. It almost looked like you were in a dissociative state, and for a moment, he thought you didn’t acknowledge him until you spoke.

“Gabi’s stuff is at the front door,” you mumbled. Your voice sounded hoarse and wavering as if it took extra effort for you to speak.

“Yeah, I saw,” he replied, keeping his response short so he wouldn’t overstep any boundaries. The last thing he wanted was to open the door to more problems.

“So why are you here?”

Miguel didn’t know how to respond without eliciting a negative reaction from you. He didn’t want to tell you the full truth, but he also couldn’t think of an excuse for your question either.

He couldn’t leave your question hanging longer than it already has, so he opened his mouth to speak, even if he didn’t know what to say “I…was just checking Gabi got everything,”

The nagging urge to reach out to you, to touch you, was getting harder to ignore with each passing second he was in your presence.

Seeing you this vulnerable in the bathroom was tormenting and it was not something he was expecting to see. He didn’t know how to inquire about your well-being without sounding invasive.

“Are you okay?”

Clearly not. You shook your head mutely. At least you were being honest. Miguel cleared his throat before he asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s pathetic,”

“It’s not pathetic if it got you crying like that,”

Seeing you on the bathroom floor like this sent him back fifteen years earlier where you were in the same position, except you didn’t look so ghostly.

Both of you were holding each end of the pregnancy test, nervousness etched in both of your faces as you anticipated for the results.

Miguel gave your hand a reassuring squeeze feeling the clammy warmth of your skin against his. Your eyes remained glued to the test in front of you, time seemingly slowing to a crawl.

The moment you saw the double lines appear, you broke down into tears and sobbed into his chest from pure joy. Miguel’s heart stuttered as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly.

The news that you were going to be parents cremated his love for you even more. You couldn’t stop crying and wouldn’t release him that night— your grip was like titanium.

He didn’t mind carrying you to bed though, the weight of you in his arms grounding him in a sense of euphoria that washed over him now.

Seeing you now, so different yet so achingly familiar, brought a lump to his throat. He heard your voice again and was brought back to the present.

“He…” the word was lodged in your throat. Miguel could feel a tinge of rage brewing in him with a mixture of his protective instincts. He knew you were talking about your current boyfriend the moment the word left your lips.

“He cheated,” you stated. Miguel's anger flared and he balled his fist tightly, struggling to contain the rolling emotions threatening to spill out. Even if he didn’t show his anger outwardly, you still knew him well enough to pick up on the signs.

“Please I’m begging you, don’t do anything rash. I’ll heal from this, but the last thing I want is you getting involved,” he heard your plea, and seeing your upset expression made him push aside his heated thoughts.

He was inadequate when it came to being your devoted husband, so what made him believe that he could be your hero in this situation.

He didn’t want to do anything that would further upset you; he had already overstepped your boundaries by trying to reconnect with you.

But now that you’ve broken things off with your boyfriend, could this be an opportunity to rekindle your friendship? Maybe something more. He didn’t want to get his hopes up.

His heart was trying to root him to stay but his intuition was tugging at him to go. It was clear that you didn’t want to talk about it further with him.

As much as it bothered him, there was nothing he could do. After all, you were a grown woman, and you were free to keep things to yourself.

You didn’t owe him anything even if he was your ex-husband— if anything that was probably more reasons why you shouldn’t share anything with him.

“I think I should be getting going, Gabi’s waiting,” he turned around and reached for the door, trying to conceal his disappointment.

“Wait—” you called out. He halted. “Are you planning to do anything later?”

“Uh…no. Why?”

“Do you want to stay for dinner?” You asked meekly. He mulled it over for a moment. He suspected that you didn’t want to be alone after what you’ve experienced and he was glad that he was the one that could keep you company.

“If it would make you feel better, then of course,” his tone was warmer and his muscles relaxed at the thought of spending an evening with you.

There was still that underlying anger he felt towards you ex who had the galls to betray you like that behind your back.

But that was overshadowed by the newfound seed of hope that was planted in his heart— that things might get better between the two of you.

You rose up from the shower floor and washed your tear stained face before you both got out of the bathroom together.

Miguel felt the rush of wind brushing past him as he swung over from building to building to get to his destination. His movements were fueled by determination and yearning.

It wasn’t long until he could see the soft glow of your bedroom light filtering through the curtains. He paused outside of your apartment, contemplating how things would turn out. What was he doing here? What was he hoping to achieve? All he knew was that he couldn’t stay away no matter how hard he tried.

With a sigh, he slipped into the open window and pushed past the curtains. He found you settled on your bed with the bedside lap on. You glanced at him, showing that you had acknowledged him but you didn’t give him your full attention.

“Gabi’s staying over at my parents’ house,” you said dismissively. Part of him was glad that Gabi wasn’t around— he didn’t want her to witness how vulnerable he was right now and the tension between her parents.

“I’m not here for Gabi,” he replied, his voice steady but his heart racing.

The apartment felt different than normal— almost hollow even though nothing much had changed physically the last time he was here. Maybe the feeling was from the absence of warmth between the two of you

“Do you need me to patch you up again?” You asked incredulously, still not looking at him.

“I’m not here for that either,”

Finally, you look back at him, waiting to see what he had to say.

It took a few seconds before he could trust himself to speak again, but to him it felt like a lifetime. The words he had rehearsed mentally over and over finally spilled.

“I came here to apologise, for everything. I neglected you and wasn’t there for you when you needed me. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I see now how much I’ve hurt you,”

There was an uncomfortable silence that stretched out for a while. Your face was unreadable, blank of any emotion and Miguel couldn’t tell what was going through your head. There wasn’t even a twitch in your expression that he could pick up on.

“Now he says he’s sorry,” your voice carried a bitterness that threw him off. You climbed off your bed and took a few steps away, facing your back to him.

Miguel’s heart sank in disbelief.

“Are you really going to give me the cold shoulder now?” He climbed down the windowsill and stepped further into your room towards you. “Look, I know it’s a late apology, but I need you to understand how much I regret pushing you away. Please just hear me out,”

“Do you have any idea how much you hurt me? You left me alone. You were never there, always busy in another dimension or saving the multiverse while our marriage fell apart.”

“I was trying to protect you!” His voice escalated in volume. “Everything I did, I did it for you and Gabi,”

“Protect me?” You scoffed. “By pushing me away? All you did was made me feel like I wasn’t important enough to fight for,”

Miguel gritted his teeth, feeling his frustration surfacing. “You think I didn’t suffer? Every time I left, it tore me apart. But I thought it was something I had to do,”

“You thought wrong,”

Suddenly all those gloomy memories came rushing to him like a tidal wave. He could see the images of your lonely silhouette sitting at the dining table, waiting for a husband who never came home.

The empty bed that felt colder each night he wasn’t there.

The guilt that had been lingering since the divorce now crashed down like a storm on him, suffocating him.

“I know I made mistakes and I didn’t prioritise our marriage. But I never stopped loving you, not for a second,” He said, his voice softened, almost in a pleading manner.

“Really?” You said, your tone cutting. “Did seeing me move on and go on another date make you suddenly come to your senses?”

Miguel’s jaw clenched at that. He didn’t like that you saw him that way but he couldn’t blame you for coming to that conclusion. “That’s not fair, I was trying to do what’s best for us. I didn’t want to hold you back,”

“You didn’t want to hold me at all, Miguel. Do you really think that you could swing by into my apartment and fix everything with an apology?”

“No…” He shook his head, running a hand through his hair before his voice lowered, “But I would regret it everyday if I didn’t try. Losing you was the biggest mistake of my life,”

His mind was racing, remembering the warmth of you embracing and how you would fit perfectly together. “I miss the way we used to be, I missed the way you would melt in my arms, I miss coming home to you,”

“Kiss me,”

“What?” He gave you a puzzled look. “After everything that I’ve done to you, you want me to kiss you?”

“If you’re really sorry, you would kiss me,”

Miguel hesitated— his mind was conflicted, torn between his guilt and your command. For a moment he didn’t move, studying your face to see if you had an ulterior motive to all of this. Was this a test or a chance at redemption?

But eventually, he caved in and leaned in until his lips met yours. The kiss was soft and gentle at first as he was holding back from overwhelming you.

His lips slowly parted, and he softly whispered into your mouth. “I’m so sorry,”

He heard you moan softly in response and his chest clenched. He couldn’t believe he had that much of an effect on you just from a kiss.

His hands reached over to the back of your head firmly before his lips pressed hard on your lips, not wanting to miss a single moment of you were sharing.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,”

You clung onto him, your kiss hungry and desperate, as if trying to erase all the pain and distance between the two of you.

After everything you’ve been through, you’ve still had a tight grip on him, and it was killing him little by little. But he would happily give himself to you without a second thought.

He pulled away and his lips trailed over your jaw. All the hostility from you melted away as he continued to kiss over your face and neck. He could visibly sense the tension easing from your body as your breath hitched.

He pulled his face away from your neck to look at you in the eyes. “Needy,��

“Says you,”

“Yeah? I’m not the one who asked to be kissed though,”

“You and I both know that you wanted it just as much as I did,”

“Hmm maybe. Do you know what else I want?”

“I might have an idea,” you finished off your sentence by grinding your hips against his own. He let out a stuttered moan at the touch before a smile crept across his face.

So shameless.

He felt the heat creeping to his groin and translating to a growing erection. His dick was painfully hard now and you continued to grind your hips, using his erection to get more friction.

His face heated up when he heard your desperate whines. You were so needy for him right now and that was only stroking his ego.

He pulled away from your embrace and disengaged his suit with his watch to reveal his nude body in its full glory— his throbbing dick was the most prominent view.

He saw you gawking at the precum that was spilling from the tip— an amused smile played on your lips before you looked back up at him. “Look who’s needy now.”

Hearing your smug remark brought him a wave of nostalgia, something he missed when making love to you. But it also ignited something in him— a growing desire to take you and make you eat your words.

He grasped onto the hem of your silky nightgown and pulled them up so he could reach to your undies to pull them down. Swiftly, he lifted your legs up and wrapped them around his waist before effortlessly pinned you against the wall.

He knew he was being desperate and skipping most of the foreplay tonight, but he didn’t care. He needed to feel you clench around him, his body will hate him if he delayed it longer.

Positioning himself against your folds, he could already feel your wetness paint his tip. You were soaked just for him and only him— just how it should be.

He pushed himself in and your mouth hung from the overwhelming stretch from his dick. Feeling the grip you had was almost enough to knock the winds out of him. He halted when he was halfway, gauging the sight of you.

A sense of familiarity washed over him when he saw your face warp while struggling to take him in. Your brows were furrowed and your mouth was agape, slowly drowning in the bliss he was giving you.

You let out a startled moan when he slammed the rest of him in with a lewd slap.

“Go slow…please. I need time to adjust,” you breathed, voice coming out staggered. He kissed the corner of your mouth in acknowledgment. He dragged himself out before rolling his hips in, keeping a steady rhythm so he wouldn’t make you uncomfortable.

It was easier to feel and hear how wet you were with his slow and shallow pace. He had been yearning for this moment for too long and now that he could finally have you like this, everything felt more intense.

You were finally his again and it almost felt too good to be real.

He rested his forehead against you, watching through his hazy eyes how responsive you were to him and picking up every micro expression.

The room filled with your soft moans as he kept thrusting into you. Your labored breaths merged with your lips inches away. He could feel his peak crawling in and he made sure to reach the deepest part of your crevice before he unraveled inside you.

Having his release fill you up again was dizzying. Carefully, he put you back down onto your feet again and you leaned onto his chest for stability until you regained your balance.

He kept holding you close with his body pressing flushed against yours and catching your breaths in silence. A short moment passed before you looked up at him.

“Let me taste you, please.” You said. It wasn’t a question. Hearing the way you requested that in such a sultry way made his cock twitch and he was whipped all over again.

He could feel the heat rush to his cock and his erection forming. “You want a taste? How can I say no?”

He pulled himself away from you and perched on your bed, spreading his thighs to display is dick standing on its end. He let out a sharp exhale as he watched you go down on your knees for him and settled between his legs.

Miguel tensed when he felt your hand clasped around his length, grappling onto the bed sheet to steady himself. The after effect of his previous climax was still tingling and coursing through him.

“Easy…don’t overdo it,” he muttered, his hip stuttered slightly.

You look up at him and he could feel a new string of precum drawing out from the tip. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,”

Your tongue grazed along the tip, and you were collecting your own wetness that coated his dick from earlier along with his precum. You were so eager and yet so gentle, it was overwhelming.

You were too good and it was getting to his head. Everything about you was enticing. You gave the head of his cock a few kitten licks and he let out a groan, his hand reaching over to the back of your head.

It took every fiber of him not to buck his hip and shove him all the way into your mouth. He had to squeeze his eyes shut when he felt the warmth of your mouth around the tip. He let out another pleasurable moan, arching into your touch.

The sensitivity in his body continued to soar through him and the feeling of your mouth was enough to drive him up the walls.

You’re so good. How are you always so good at this.

More precum beaded up from his tip and gently leaked down into your mouth— he heard you hum from the taste. You lowered your head until you had his full length in his mouth.

His eyes fly open from the sudden sensation and he looked down to see you eying up at him. You carried a soft look in you eyes even while doing something lascivious. It was enough to disarm the coldest of souls; he couldn’t help but caress your cheeks right now.

“Eres tan hermosa en este momento,” he mumbled, still in a hazy trance. His nerves were firing and he threw his head back, getting lost in the pleasure you were giving him.

Before he could register it, he was shaking and trembling when his orgasm came crashing down again. Ropes and ropes of his jizz squirted into your mouth. His eyes were unfocused, and it took him several deep breaths before he could find his voice again.

“Ay por dios…”

He still felt sparks from his high and his mind was absolutely buzzed. The lewd sound of you swallowing him down send a shiver crawling down his spine and his stomach fluttering.

His head dropped against the pillows from exhaustion, still panting. He felt the bed shift when you lie besides him and nussled against his chest.

“You’ll be the death of me,” he confessed, kissing the crown of your head.

“I can still taste you,” you teased. He responded lift your chin up to look at him and caught your lips in a gentle kiss. He was insatiable and he didn’t want to stop feeling your touch after having been deprived of it for so long.

He was quick to slip his tongue into your mouth and map out the familiar heat that he loved so much. The taste of himself was barely lingering in your mouth.

His mind was spinning from everything— the taste of your lips, the smell of your arousal and the sound of your low moans as he kissed you deeper.

All the little ways you responded to him was enough to give him the energy to turn you over on your stomach. His straddling on your back and his hard on sat at the base of your rear, between each globe of your cheeks.

“Hard again, eh?,” you quipped, turning your head to look at him.

But your demeanor quickly shifted when he began to push himself in, keeping his pace measured and slow. You started gripping and kneading the sheet from the feeling and muffled your moans into the pillow.

“Don’t hide from me,” he muttered, leaning in before his teeth nipped at your earlobe. You lifted your head from the pillow instinctively, letting out a startled noise.

He continued to slide himself in and out of you while simultaneously kiss along the curse of your neck from behind— each thrust was measured and calculated so you’d feel everything from him.

“Do I make you feel good, amor?” He moaned in your ear before he started to build a faster rhythm. Your noises became more urgent and he could tell you were desperately chase your high.

Each thrust pushed you further into the sheet. A guttural moan ripped from you as you clenched around him and reached your impending climax. He felt your come around him, taking him closer to the edge.

He pulled out momentarily, turning you around so you lied on your back and rested your legs on his shoulders. He didn’t give you a chance to prepare before he bottomed out.

He started thrusting inside you with little to no exit before hand. He didn’t pull his cock all the way but rather dragged himself slightly back before slamming back in relentlessly. The rough pace only milked more moans and sweet noises out of you, encouraging him to keep going.

Your voice was becoming frantic mixed with your moans and he almost missed when you spoke.

“Breed me,”

It took a moment for the words to register in your head and he felt his mind go hazy from your request. It wasn’t a question, but an order. You wanted this more than anything. His thought were filled of you, being bred by him and carrying another child and marking you as his again.

“Make me a mami again,”

This gave him extra motivation now. Each time, his thrusts became more and more sporadic and losing it’s rhythm. The bed creaked in protest from his pace. With one final stroke, he pushed as much of himself inside you and filled you up with your seeds again.

But he wasn’t done. He pulled himself away so he could slip two fingers into your swollen pussy. He gathered the remnants of your shared release onto the pad of his fingers before he held them near your mouth.

Pressing his thumb against your lower lip, he gently lowered it down and watched in awe as you opened your mouth. He pressed his fingers in so you could get a taste and let out a low groan, feeling your mouth suckle on the cum that was clinging onto his fingers.

“Can you taste how good we are together, amor?”

He kept watching you intently until he slipped his fingers out and reached over to kiss your forehead. You look spend and your breathing became laboured.

Miguel perched onto the bed besides you again, gulping to moisture his dry mouth. He had spent so many nights alone, haunted by the nights of his decision that led to your divorce.

Being in bed with you alone, naked and drenched in the afterglow felt surreal. He didn’t think he would ever experience this again.

“Have I told you that I never stopped loving you,” he whispered with raw emotions. Even if he did already tell you, he wanted you to know that he meant every word. It was never about falling out of love but rather about protecting you and his daughter— his family.

Your eyes met his. “I know. But love wasn’t enough to keep us together,”

“I know that now. But I want to make things right, if you let me,” The air that was static with tension was now starting to flourish with new possibilities.

“I don’t know if things will be back to the way they were, but let’s take it a step at a time,” you kissed his mouth.

You pulled away and rose from the bed. “But I want to take a shower first, care to join me?”

He gave you a mischievous look and he was liking where this was going. “Lead the way, cariño,”

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blueparadis · 1 year

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❝ FIRST CODE RED ❞ !

( 𝐢 ) → f!reader, established relationship ( they're all married ), some flashbacks, suggestive, fluff & humor, mention of periods, sanitary pads, parenting, them being adorable dads. headcanon format plus scenarios about their daughter experiencing first time bleeding. characters include—sae itoshi, nagi seishiro, isagi yochi, bachira meguru.

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⌗ SAE ITOSHI

Those teal restless eyes dance all around the house and then land on the wall clock. Although occasionally but Sae seems to lose patience with each tick of the clock, each breath growing longer than the bygone moment. He remembers being like this when his wife was in the washroom with a pregnancy testing kit while he was in another country, following another time in another country. He almost cried after his match, and still thinks it was for the victory and not for the positive news of her pregnancy.

And now, he has to sit in the lounge waiting for her daughter who just had her very first bleed. She thinks she got her mother's presence of mind for calling her first and since she was not able to pick up the phone Sae witnessed half of her daughter’s face through the opening of the washroom door, lips parting, and voice steadily asking for sanitary pads. His first instinct was to call her but his daughter quipped, “I already tried calling her. She isn't answering. Probably busy.” So, rather than scouring her cupboards for sanitary pads, he got them from the store, easier and faster.

“Are you feeling all right?”Sae asked with tension brimming all over his body.

She shakes her head, grabs a pillow places it over her belly saying, “um-hm. Just. . . just feel tired.”

“Alright, come here princess.” His daughter carefully walks in between the space of the tea table and the sofa while holding her father's hand as support. She glances at him, pouting, and then sits beside him for a while only to rest her head on his lap.

“I wish I could talk to Mama” Sae smiles at her confession running his palm over her head, caressing and saying, “I wasn't there for her so many times. Always busy with soccer and as such. When I heard that I'm going to a father over a text, all I thought of was to leave the game and come home. But she never complained. She said she's gonna come to visit me. ”

“Are you listening?” Sae asks since the rise and fall of her chest is long, relaxed and he could hear a low purr. “Ah! She missed the best part. ”

“Well this is a rare sight ”

“jealous?” Sae asked taking another cushion to rest her head on it.

She responded, “try again.” before emptying half of the water bottle.

Sae curls his hands around her waist and rests his chin on her tired shoulders murmuring, “She had her first period. ”

“Oh god. Oh my god,” She checked her phone. “I couldn't pick up the phone i was on the bus.” She was aware that her daughter was calling since she had different ringtones for her daughter, her husband, and her brother-in-law.

“It's okay. I took care of it. And was telling her about you”

“ about me?”

“um-hm. How you were so quick to convince Rin that he took the next flight with you and came to visit me. . . and when I saw Rin carrying your bags I was so jealous ”

“Ah! There we go again ” Rin exclaimed in a whispering audible voice throwing his hands in the air in disappointment, from the entrance of the room watching all of these unfold. Sae recoiled like a spring from his wife glaring at his brother, Rin who was being a major hindrance for all the hard work Sae did to get his wife a little in the mood.

⌗ NAGI SEISHIRO

The cash machine beeps making Nagi more nervous than before as he weakly taps his feet on the floor. He has never done this before, not for his girlfriend and definitely not for his wife. Sure, there were times when he witnessed other people buy sanitary pads, maybe even when he went out shopping for groceries with his wife, but never alone like this, standing at the apex of the queue waiting ( and being the center of attraction ) for that particular thing to cash out. Why does it have to be like this? He just came to the nearest grocery store to buy a few things and that is when his daughter called saying that he needs to buy a pack of pads too.

He hates it, hates the fact that he is not there for his family. Not enough. His daughter is alone in the house, god knows what's running through her mind and his wife is on her way home, stuck in traffic. Well, he is no better. He is stuck in a queue. Even though both of them were aware, they could not do much other than wait.

Somehow he thinks his daughter is tougher than him or the fact that she was aware of what's happening to her body. He is thankful that his wife taught her things at the right time and talked her out of it because some firsts can be terribly scary, if not adequately aware of it's happenings.

The cashier looked at him with surprise asking, “this pack has the same price. But it has wings. Would like me to switch? ”

He tilted his head taking both the packs in his hands mumbled to himself,“Do they make you fly or something? ” He looks up to the cashier noticing a tug on her lips that instantly pushes him into a hole of embarrassment. Why does he have to be like this?. “I’ll take both,” he comments and leaves as soon as the payment was done.

Fifteen minutes. It took fifteen minutes for her to freshen up and come out of the bathroom. The longest fifteen minutes Nagi has ever been through. He was on the couch watching TV, trying to and when he noticed his daughter walking towards him and then slouching beside her he couldn't help but chuckle. It reminded him of himself.

“Here, I brought these” he hands out a packet of ice creams and chips to his daughter. “Mama is gonna scold me for having these. I wouldn't be able to eat dinner for sure.” She protested while Nagi grabbed a juice from the packet exclaiming mischievously, “Who says you're getting scolded alone?” handing her a gamepad.

⌗ ISAGI YOICHI

When Isagi walked out of the store buying pads he did not think of the consequences of not picking her up after school for the past few days. It has been weeks since he picked up his daughter from school and sadly that is the only time he properly gets to talk to her, hear her smiles, and see if she is holding up alright or not. It is not like he did not want this, albeit he wanted this, he worked for this to build a home with her. Guess it really takes a toll on the child when both parents are working.

"All okay?" Isagi asked as he walked into the drawing room holding two bags in his hands.

"What is all these?" She asked throwing her hands up in the air, her voice keeping low as much as possible so that she does not wake up her mom. She came straight home when she saw Isagi's text; a text that conveyed that their little girl is now a big girl. And of course, with all the rush, nervousness, and work exhaustion she forgot to buy a fresh set of pads.

"don't worry. I did not forget to bring pads." Isagi said handing her one of the huge packets filled with different types and different brands of pads. He leans to take a look at his wife who was asleep seated on the couch with her head resting on her hand. "no wonder my calls and texts were not reaching her." Isagi carefully lays her down on the couch while his daughter grabs a pack of pads and heads toward the bathroom.

Something does not fill right by Isagi. It is Friday. His wife is supposed to be working late on Fridays but she is here asleep on the couch. He is supposed to pick up her daughter from school, not her. He is supposed to cook dinner for today yet she has been doing it for some Fridays. When did his home start running on fuel? like a factory .

His daughter walks out of the bathroom and halts in surprise in front of the kitchen counter seeing her dad behind the kitchen counter and chopping vegetables. "What?" Isagi asked while his daughter squints her eyes at him saying, "Did you fight with mama too?"

"Probably." and she chuckles at that.

"can I help you?" she chimes walking towards her dad, standing beside her peeking to see what was boiling. It smells nice.

"Only if you tell me what were you talking to mom while I was out..." Isagi says holding his fist out towards his daughter.

"Sure," she exclaims giving him a fist bump.

⌗ BACHIRA MEGURU.

From the moment his daughter told him that she had her first period he has not stopped googling, texting, or calling. It is back-to-back. His immediate reaction was to call her, his wife and luck seems to be on his side. At least he felt so when he heard her mellowed voice saying, "hello." And there it is. the calm in the chaos of his life.

He tells what happened and when it happened to ask where he could get pads, as in, if they're out of it or if he can find them in the usual place. Many times he has done that. She had told him where she kept the pads and he would bring her while she was still in the bath. So, it is nothing unknown to him, nothing to be freaked out about. He drags the drawer in gasping finding it empty. Of all the days, she had to run out of pads for today. So, he wastes no time doing the needful but the question is how? he has never bought pads before. He tried calling his wife again but it was all in vain, must be in a meeting.

Bachira can feel it, feel her stares on him while his eyes are glued on the stretch of selves that has different types of pads of different brands with different types. How does anyone manage to pick the best from all these options? He tried calling his wife again but the call beeps after ringing for a while. out of reach. He looked around totally clueless as he ran out of time. Luckily, one of the staff turned up asking questions. Questions like, "Does she goes to the bathroom a lot? Does she change her pants regularly? does she has trouble sleeping?"

And, how on earth Bachira could answer all of those? He does not know the answers to any of them, not that he is supposed to so he says that, very clearly, that he does not know because his daughter is having her first period and he is freaking out because her mom is not around her. . .So after the staff explains the benefits of various brands he picks the one that his wife uses. Phew! that was easy. why didn't he think of that earlier?

He calls his daughter letting her know that he is on his way home and if he should buy anything to eat since mom will be late today. "Ahhh... then I want some ramen, the one that we always eat," she responded before hanging up. She did not sound nervous but rather bubbly about it. Maybe the food lightened her mood. Bachira smiled since he was already standing in front of that Ramen shop where he used to take his missis once a month when they were still not married, when they were just seeing each other, when everything was so uncertain "She got her mother's spicy tongue." he texted to the number saved Y/N xoxo.

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enkas-illusion · 9 months

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A Good Daddy

Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Gojo Satoru x f!reader

Rating: NSFW/Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Genre/Theme: Established relationship/marriage; non-sorcery au

Content warning: fluff, light angst, smut, oral (f.receiving), piv sex, bondage, dom!gojo, sub!reader, brat taming, overstimulation, pregnancy kink, unprotected sex, explicit sexual content, language.

Summary: Husband!Gojo with a pregnancy kink. When he sees you babysitting your close friend’s baby and can’t get the idea of seeing you with a baby bump, carrying his child, out of his head.

Author's Note: Satoru would be such a great dad and you can’t convince me otherwise! The kids are sure to be his exact clones, trusting him with their life cause they know their daddy is just that great 🥹🥹🥹. Daddy Gojo has taken over my brain and is manspreading on my thoughts! As always, I hope you enjoy this one shot. Thank you for reading!

~ Eren’s Birdie

Song Dedication: Married Life (from UP) by Michael Giacchino / Daddy’s Home by USHER (aka Gojo theme™)

“Sup, how's it hanging? Long time no see,” you say coolly as you see your husband walking out of the kitchen towards you.

You have your knitting kit in hand, body nestling into the soft cushions of the sofa, belly feeling like it’s about to burst after the delicious dinner you just had.

Satoru lifts your feet up before resting them on his lap as he sits on the opposite end of the sofa. He's massaging your feet with utmost care.

“Where do I even begin?! A lot has happened since we last saw each other about 10 minutes ago. I washed the dishes!” He sighs, raising his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner while his palm presses flat on the bottom of your foot to stretch your achilles tendon, melting the stiffness away, “And what about you? How have you been, stranger?”

You hold the half knitted lavender patch up to show it to him, “I am making a beanie for Hina. It's getting colder so I figured she'd have a cute little warm beanie to go on her cute little head.”

Satoru crinkles his nose at this before confessing, “Cute. Do we need to babysit her anytime soon again? I miss the little devil.”

“‘Toru, I doubt Rin and Kento go out without their baby that often,” you let out a breathy laugh when he massages the top of your foot with a soothing firmness.

“Maybe we should make one of our own then I'll miss her less,” Satoru pouts, trying to test the waters carefully to see if it was the right chance to bring up the topic. Afterall, it's what he had been thinking about the entire week.

The baby in question was 8 months old Hina, your best friend's baby. The couple rarely went out ever since they had the baby – so the handful of times that Rin and her husband Kento needed a babysitter, you’d happily volunteered, not minding it ruining your Saturday night plans.

And although Satoru would pout at this each time, he secretly didn’t mind taking care of the toddler with you. It almost felt like a ‘trial’ run for when you’d have your own kids in the future – mini versions of you and him. And so he looked forward to babysitting little Hina as he got glimpses of the motherly side of you.

Your husband knew that you wanted to wait a while before you made the huge decision of bringing a child into this world and he was on the same page… until recently. He knew he was having a change of heart on the matter when his daydreams of seeing you with a baby bump started to spiral out of control over the last month.

What broke the camel’s back was an incident from a week ago – when he’d rushed out of the room to tell you he’d won a game of Counter-Strike against Suguru, you’d gently motioned him to be quiet, cradling the sleeping baby in your lap. He silently made his way to you when he saw the baby was clutching a strand of your hair in her sleep. Since you couldn’t move, he took it on himself to free your hair from the toddler’s strong grip. But just as he did that, Hina wrapped her tiny fingers around his thumb, holding it tightly in her sleep. When he looked up at you, you smiled at him with your loving eyes – it was when he’d decided that he wanted to impregnate you asap.

He had trouble falling asleep that night. You, on the other hand, were sleeping peacefully, after fulfilling your duty as the babysitter diligently. You’d wished Satoru goodnight right after handing Hina over to her parents, who’d returned from their date well into the night, leaving no opportunity for your husband to bring up the topic.

With much difficulty when he did manage to fall asleep, he’d woken up sweating profusely at the wet dream he had where he came inside you instead of pulling out as per usual. He turned to his side trying his best to control his urges to recreate his dream as he slid his hand up under your tshirt to play with your soft nipples, making you stir in your sleep.

“Wifey… let’s make a baby,” he’d whispered, peppering your neck with soft kisses. You mumbled something incoherent as you turned to wrap your arm around his waist, still deep asleep. He sighed as he pulled his hand away, forcing himself to fall asleep, convincing himself that it was just his horny fantasies talking.

Oh how wrong he was! Here he was, a week later, baby fever running higher than ever.

You look up from the knitting hooks, before giggling, “Yeah, right…”

“Love, I’m serious,” he mumbles, bringing your left leg up to his face to kiss your foot.

“‘Toru, why are you springing this on me so suddenly? You agreed we'd wait a while…” you sigh as you begin, sitting up as you pull your feet away from his hold.

“Yes but–”

“Satoru… we just got married. We need to get used to our married life first. We need to be with each other before we decide to bring a whole new being into this world,” you explain softly, telling him things he already knew.

“But technically, we've been together for almost 6 years now, I say we're beyond ready,” he protests.

“No, I doubt we're mature enough for the responsibility,” you retort.

“But imagine mini versions of us two running around the house,” he places his hands on your feet once again, pleading with a twinkle in his eyes akin to a kid begging for candy at a store.

“Please! My genes won't even fight, our baby will look like you,” you laugh.

“Then we can just make another one,” he says in a playful tone.

“Well… I have a feeling both of our babies will end up looking like you,” you roll your eyes at him.

“Then what about the next 2?” he says hopefully.

“Next 2? ONLY 2!” you scold him softly. He raises an eyebrow at you and you give him a calculated reasoning, “Just so that they have someone they share an unbreakable bond with and aren't lonely while growing up.”

“Exactly! I say the more the merrier!” he squeezes your feet in excitement.

“Satoru, I'm not a baby machine!” you slide your leg to his lap to nudge his thigh jokingly, “Besides, counting you I'd have 3 babies anyway.”

“Now you're just coming up with whatever excuses,” he snickers, slapping your foot away before shuffling to sit closer to you.

“Oh really?” you furrow your eyebrows as you sit up completely in front of him, sensing the conversation taking a serious turn. You place the knitting yarn and hook to the side on the coffee table.

“Yes really,” he kisses your temple to dissolve the wrinkle there. He always does that whenever you seem annoyed at him as he knows it never fails to make you giggle instantly. However, you simply fold your arms over your chest and give him a stern look.

“No… don’t do this. Talk to me Satoru, I’m serious…” you speak and he drops the playful act, nodding and signalling you to put your point across before he gets his chance to speak.

You sigh as you begin, “You’re the love of my life and I don't doubt for a second that you'd be an amazing father with time but I also believe you don't have the attention span or patience that taking care of a newborn requires, at least for now.”

“Are you being serious right now?” he folds his hands over his chest, sitting up straight.

The crinkle on your forehead fades as you try to find the best words to explain your point to your husband without seeming too harsh, “I'm sorry love, I'm not trying to be mean. I'm just saying… for example, when I was trying to get Hina to sleep, you were screaming at your xbox each time something happened. It made her wake up a few times before she finally fell asleep–”

“You should’ve told me, I would’ve tried to be quiet,” he pouts, slumping and leaning back on the sofa.

“‘Toru… I literally called your phone since I couldn’t yell at you but you were too busy with your game to notice.”

“You know I don't play everyday– okay, if it’s just that, I don’t see a problem. I can change that habit,” he says with a determined look on his face.

“Baby, I'm not trying to change you. But you have to realise that things change drastically when there’s a baby involved, whether you want them to or not,” you explain and he can tell you’re tired by the way your voice sounds. You bring your hand up to rub your temple, letting out a deep exhale.

He dips his head low, mumbling something along the lines of ‘but I'd be a good dad.’

“You tried to feed her chocolate saying she loved the taste! You're not supposed to feed them stuff like that till they're like… one! I don’t think you’re ready for such a huge responsibility just yet,” The tone of your voice is strict, a little louder than you’d like it to be and you already feel guilty at raising your voice at him.

He opens his mouth as if to say something but then shuts it back again. “What is it?” you urge him to speak.

“Nothing… it’s alright, I get it. You don't want me to be the father of your babies,” He mutters as he tries getting up. You grab his wrist to stop him from leaving, giving him a ‘you know that's not true’ look.

He sighs as he sits back down, “Okay maybe what you're saying is kinda true. I don't know much about babies besides the fact that they're like cute mini humans. But I can learn, you know? No one has a manual on how to be the best father but I know I will give it my 100%”

When he sees a faint smile return to your face, it encourages him to continue to convince you, “Maybe I might surprise you. Remember when you first thought I wasn't the type to take aftercare seriously but then you told me how surprised you were when I made you feel good during and after our first time?”

“Yeah,” you blush at him, rolling your eyes playfully, “You are good at that.”

“So let me show you baby… I’ll prove it to you, I'll be the best daddy,” He leans his weight on your body, trapping you between the cushions to kiss you. You wrap your arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth when his hands play with your breasts from over your t-shirt.

When he dips his face down to your neck, sucking you where he knows will have you putty in his hand, you take a shaky breath, biting your lip at the sensation.

“Can’t wait to fill you up with my cum– gonna make your pretty belly swell,” he whispers as his head moves down, lifting up your t-shirt along with your bra to expose your chest before latching his mouth onto one of your hardened buds.

You bring your hands down to place them firmly on his chest as you push him away lightly, letting out a heavy sigh. Satoru stops as he moves back up to look into your eyes, eyebrows knitted.

You simply let out another sigh as you break eye contact to look to the side. He waits for you to speak but when the moment passes, he pulls away completely. You pull your t-shirt down and fix your bra quietly, actively avoiding his gaze.

“I'm going to bed, night,” he mumbles, getting up off the sofa to retire to the bedroom without waiting for your reply. He didn't kiss you good night, he almost never does that unless he's really upset. But why can't he understand where you're coming from?

Can't you understand where he’s coming from?

You close your eyes briefly as you slump onto the sofa. You rest one arm on your forehead as your head starts going into overthinking mode. However, your train of thought is broken before it can reach a destination when your phone vibrates in your pocket. You pull it out lazily as you open the text you’d just received from Rin.

Rin:

Look how cute this is! I never knew I had this in my phone!

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You download the picture and your heart flutters when you see that it’s a photo of Satoru holding baby Hina in a loving embrace. It’s a picture taken on your wedding day, your husband’s crisp white shirt wrinkled by the way he’s holding the baby and smiling at her lovingly. She must’ve been barely 2 months old at the wedding. You can’t help but smile at the photo, your heart aching when you remember that the same man is sleeping in the other room, upset with you. You’re pulled out of your thoughts once again when your phone rings.

“Did you see the picture? Aren’t they the cutest? I was just telling Kento about how I wish you guys should have a baby soon. It’d make Hina a big sister,” your friend squeals. You laugh back at her but it’s due to the absurdity of her timing.

“Seriously, I’d love to see Satoru being a dad,” she adds when you don’t say anything.

You laugh again, “Right, that makes it the two of you.”

“What do you mean?” she asks.

“I mean that Satoru and I just had a small disagreement about this,” you press your hand to your temple, massaging it.

Rin stays quiet for a moment before you hear her speak again, “Do you remember that day? He had taken off his suit coat, not because he was worried Hina would spoil it, but because he thought the fabric of his shirt was softer for her to rest her head on.”

You nod, not realising she can’t see you, before you reply with a quiet ‘hmm’.

“All I’m saying is that I know you fear him being too easy going, but Satoru is a serious guy, he knows when to take responsibility diligently,” your friend continues, reminding you of the things you already know and adore about your man.

You almost tear up – you'd been overthinking this so much that you forgot to acknowledge Satoru for the man that he is. Of course he'd be a great dad!

Even if Rin hears you sniff, she doesn’t comment on it. Instead she asks, “Oh by the way, do you have her blue binky?”

“Huh?”

“It must be at your place. I can't find it here and Hina’s been raising hell cause it's one of her favourites,” Rin explains.

“Oh, just a min–” You look around the sofa, digging your hands into the creases and corners in hopes of finding it.

“It's here!” you exclaim but your smile fades as you observe the tiny object in your hand, a realisation hitting you with the speed of lightning.

You had been projecting. Sure, having a baby was going to be hard but you were worried about being a bad mother more than Satoru being a bad father. Taking care of a growing life, who’s primarily dependent on you for everything, requires a lot of patience. Making sure your tiny human receives everything it deserves isn’t an easy task at all times.

Yet, despite all of this, if there’s one thing you knew without a speck of doubt, it was that you wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else but the love of your life, Gojo Satoru. You're brought back to reality, breaking from your ruminations when you hear your friend’s voice calling your name once again.

“Sorry… hey– let me call you back?” you mumble.

“Sure, take care. Good night. See you tomorrow,” your friend speaks softly before hanging up.

You drop your phone on the sofa as you get up to make your way to the bedroom. When you walk in, you find Satoru sleeping on his side, his back turned to you.

“Baby, are you asleep?” you speak softly. He doesn't respond but you know he's awake – he can never fall asleep when he's lying on his right side.

Shit, he’s really mad.

You quietly strip off your sweatpants and t-shirt, leaving you only in your bra and underwear before hopping on the bed to get closer to your husband.

“‘Toru, my love,” you coo softly as you kiss his cheek from behind. He turns to look at you, poker face on. You catch his eyes wandering down to your cleavage briefly but he doesn’t break his composure nonetheless.

You lean forward to press your chest against his, kissing him on the lips but he's annoyingly stiff. You sit back up as you pout at him.

“Please don't be mad at me baby,” you murmur as your fingers draw lazy circles over the expanse of his chest. Just as you move your hand down his torso, dangerously closer to his crotch, he grabs your wrist and flips your bodies so that you’re trapped under him.

Your giggles come to an abrupt halt and you bite your lip when you feel his hips press against you, fully aware of his evidently erect bulge.

“And why shouldn't I be mad at you?” He mocks, bringing his right hand up to your neck, his long fingers gripping the sides firmly.

“Because you love me?” You pout as you bat your eyelashes at him. He lets out a dry chuckle as his fingers choke you lightly.

“Not enough. Gotta try harder than that baby.”

“I'm sorry, ‘Toru… maybe you can forgive the mother of your future children,” you bring a hand up to caress his cheek.

“Hmm… should I?” He says, adding a bit more pressure. When you let out a quiet gasp, he dips his head down to kiss your parted lips hungrily. Your breathing gets heavier as his tongue explores your mouth, the sloppy wetness of your salivas mixing together making your pussy throb in excitement. Your hands move up to his hair, tugging at his blonde locks.

You whimper into his mouth when he bites your lower lip, pulling it out before releasing it with a soft plop. His grip on your throat releases as his hand slides underneath to unclasp your bra before hastily taking it off and tossing it aside.

You cup his face so that he’s looking into your eyes when you speak. His demeanour almost collapses at what you say next.

“Satoru… don’t pull out. Please fill me up. Don't stop till you put a baby in my belly,” you say timidly, the heat in your cheeks rising. He knows that you know just how much your words get to him and use it to your advantage often – usually he’d let you but this time, he doesn't want to let you have your way with him just yet. He wants to toy with you for a bit first.

“Maybe I've changed my mind?” he says with a smug look on his face. Your hands move down to his hips, hooking into the band of his sweatpants to push them down along with his underwear to his thighs, freeing his dick from its restraints. You lift your hips up to feel his hard on against your core.

“I doubt,” you bite back, deceitful innocence in your eyes, “...but I could just go to sleep if you're not up for it.”

Your husband lets out a low chuckle as he grabs your jaw firmly, shaking his head at you, “You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you.”

In an attempt to rile him up further, you decide to mock him as you repeat his words in a condescending tone, “You're not going anywhere until– AHH!”

Big mistake.

Within a second Satoru flips you over till you're lying on your stomach, caging you in place with his knees dipping into the mattress on either side of you. He leans back to pull your underwear off and your heart picks up its pace when he grabs both your wrists to tie them behind your back with the flimsy fabric in a tight, makeshift knot.

He pushes your head into the pillow before landing a rough slap on your ass. He kneads the skin right after to soothe the stinging sensation.

“‘Toru–” you whimper. He ignores your pleading voice, simply tapping two fingers over your ass. You know what he wants and you obey immediately, lifting your hips up off the mattress. He folds your thighs further in till your back is arched with your ass up in the air, on display for him.

“You know what happens when you act bratty,” he kneads your asscheeks with both of his hands before clawing at the flesh. You push back in response and he laughs, “... or maybe you’re just a masochist.”

He lands another sharp spank, causing you to let out a tiny sob into the pillow.

“Tell me what you want baby,” he teases. Your head turns to the side, hoping to catch a glimpse of his face behind you but your movement’s restricted, rendering your attempts useless.

If there’s one thing that Satoru claims to lose his mind over is the look in your eyes. He often calls your eyes his ‘weakness’, confessing he’d do anything you ask of him when you look at him with those fucked out eyes during sex. So for him to take away his weakness, typically with a blindfold, is when you know you’re really fucked.

“Didn’t you have a lot to say just now, love?” he mocks and you feel two fingers glide over your exposed cunt. You sigh at the sensation, letting out soft moans when his fingers begin to play with your folds.

“‘Toru– more,” you beg and he slides two fingers inside you. You hum in pleasure but huff when you’re reminded of the annoyance of being restricted each time you try to move your arms.

His movements are excruciatingly slow and it’s making you lose your mind and patience. You try to chase his touch, failing miserably at getting him to push his fingers deeper inside you. Satoru lets out a condescending chuckle at your poor attempt, “Are you really that desperate for me baby?”

You huff and you’re about to complain but it turns into broken moans when he starts pumping his fingers into you – the squelching sound of your pussy blending with drawn out cries of his name.

“Aww, does my wife like it when I do this?” he teases, curving his fingers inside to rub your walls, massaging a particular spot that has you begging him for more. Your thighs tremble and your pussy flutters around his fingers. “Guess she really does!” you hear him squeal before he pulls his fingers out completely, depriving you of all contact within a second.

“Satoru! S– stop being so mean!” you scold him with shallow breaths.

“Satoru! Stop being so mean!” he laughs as he mocks you, his fingers lightly grazing over your folds.

“Baby… pl–please, I’m sorry,” you cry, desperate for his touch.

“What for, baby?” he nudges further, his finger inching towards your clit.

“For teasing you– mmh,” you whimper when he rubs over the bundle of nerves.

“But that’s not why I’m mad…”

“‘Toru please–”

“Yes?” he sings.

“Fuc– I’m sorry… I was wrong, you’ll be a great dad– ahh,” you squeeze your eyes shut when he pinches your clit.

“That’s it,” he coos softly and you feel him come up behind you to kiss your shoulder, “was that so hard, baby?” he moves down to bite one of your tied wrists, moving further down to kiss the skin over your tailbone. You feel his fingers dig into your ass, pulling the flesh apart before diving his face down as he begins lapping at your cunt with a brutal pace.

Your ass jerks up at the sudden touch and he continues his ministrations, alternating between sucking your clit and licking down till his tongue’s dipping inside your hole, wiggling it in. You twist your wrists, feeling the urge to grab at something, anything to steady yourself, yet it’s a futile attempt.

“Toru– too much,” your tears wetting the pillow as you feel your legs shake, threatening to collapse at any moment. Satoru is quick to sit up straight and you feel his shuffling movement behind you and see him toss the bundle of his clothes to the side before settling behind you once again, wedging his knees between yours to spread them wider. He taps his swollen tip over your folds, rubbing it back and forth to coat it with your wet slick.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel him push the tip in, splitting your walls to adjust to his length. Once he’s completely buried inside you, he grips the side of your hips to support you, “Gonna fill you up so good baby.”

“Oh god– Sa–toru–” you howl when he pulls almost his entire length out before thrusting back into you. When his pace builds up, your body jerks slightly forward due to the force of his thrusts. His grip on your sides tightens as he pulls your hips back to slam you back against him.

The sound of your skin slapping fills the air along with both of your moans and groans. When you wiggle your wrists again in a desperate attempt, the knot loosens just enough for you to wring your wrist free. You bring one hand down to support your weight while the other moves behind you to claw at his forearm.

Satoru hisses at the sudden contact as he twists your wrist, holding it against your lower back while his other hand snakes around your throat, pulling you back till you’re sitting up flush against his chest. His other hand hooks around your waist as he starts bouncing your torso up and down on his dick at the same time he slams up into you.

You free the hand behind your back to pull his face closer while twisting your neck to look back, kissing him frantically, the wet trail of your tears smudging and transferring onto his skin.

At a particularly rough thrust, Satoru’s knee slides slightly, making his balance stumble a bit. He lets out a breathy ‘fuck’ as he pulls out abruptly.

“‘Toru?”

“Shhh–” he orders as he grips your waist tightly to pull you down till you both are lying down on your left side, his chest pressed against your back. He adjusts his position to hook your legs around his, opening you up wider for him as he brings his hand down to guide his dick back near your entrance to shove it in your swollen hole.

His hand is shaky as he brings it to your clit to rub circles as he resumes thrusting into you ruthlessly once again. You cry his name out loud at how good this new motion hits and he bites your shoulder. You know he’s close by how erratic his thrusts get.

His other arm that is placed beneath you comes up to pinch your nipples, the added stimulation is too intense for you as you feel the muscles in your stomach tighten more than they already have. His nose buries in the crook of your neck as his lips bite your skin harshly. When he starts sucking on your favourite spot behind your ear, it causes goosebumps to rise all over your body.

You claw at his biceps as you turn your head back to look at him. He looks so fucked out and the fact that he gets this way only for you is what overwhelms your senses even further.

“Fuck–” his eyebrows knit as he leans down to kiss you. You feel your body twitch as the knot in your stomach gets tighter and tighter before letting go completely, causing your walls to pulse around his cock as you reach your orgasm.

Your moans are swallowed by his kisses and your grip on his locks loosens. When you break away from the kiss to catch your breath, you stare at his face and your eyebrows knit when you see the way a string of saliva connects your lips with his. Your chest heaves as you look into his eyes and you can tell he’s close.

“Fuck– fuck– shi–” he grunts as he shuts his eyes, biting your shoulder once again and you feel him shoot his load inside, painting your walls. With broken thrusts, he slows down before stopping completely. He stays inside you for a few seconds before pulling out and shutting your legs close to keep his cum from spilling out.

You let out a tired laugh at this as you close your eyes, suddenly feeling hyper aware of everything that had just transpired, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. He readjusts your position so that you’re lying flat on your back, while he moves on top of you till his head is resting on the valley of your breasts.

You open your eyes when you feel him tug at your wrist and you see him free it from your underwear that was still hanging limply there. As he holds the fabric up, you see that the elasticity of its band had been completely destroyed. You see red marks on your wrist where it was secured tightly. Satoru pulls your hand down to kiss your wrist, mumbling a ‘sorry’ and turning his head to kiss your other wrist.

You simply hum as you close your eyes again, calming your breathing and nerves. You feel him rub circles over your stomach before moving down to kiss you over your belly button. He brings both his hands up to intertwine his fingers with yours, peppering soft kisses all over your stomach.

“So… care to explain what changed your mind so quickly?” he asks.

You nod as you slowly open your eyes, gulping as you look down to meet his gaze. He moves up till he’s at your eye level, expectantly waiting for your answer, pinning your hands to the sides of your head.

You bite your lip nervously as you begin, “Sorry for insinuating that you’d be a bad father. It wasn’t my intention – I just got scared. I know you’ll be a great papa, I don’t doubt it for a second…” you look away to avoid his gaze, “... sorry for projecting my insecurities onto you– I’m just worried if I’d be able to be a good mom.”

“Baby… you’re so smart, yet sometimes you say the dumbest shit,” he chuckles softly as he brings one hand up to cup your face, “I’ve seen the way you take care of Hina… seeing you be so kind and loving is what made me go crazy about wanting our own babies. I want kids because I’d get to be a parent with you… so that you can be the mother of my children. Don’t go thinking about crazy hypotheticals like that!”

“Hmm, thank you baby. But taking care of Hina is easy when it’s only for a couple of hours at a time. Having our own baby will be like a full time job. I listen to the way Rin sometimes jokes that she doesn’t even have time alone with Kento cause she’s so tired oft–”

“Hey, hey… breathe,” Satoru interrupts you, resting his forehead against yours and your face relaxes as you close your eyes, taking deep breaths. “Even if all of that is true, you have me with you. I’m not leaving your side even for a second, my love. We’re in this together. Taking care of our baby and his pretty mommy is my responsibility and I’m gonna do it right.”

You feel the tears well up in your eyes as you look up at him and he smiles softly at you, “I love you.”

You tilt your head slightly to kiss him before speaking, “I love you so much Satoru. I wouldn’t want to have anyone else’s baby.”

“Oh thank goodness! Wanting a baby only with your husband is the ideal thing after all,” he laughs breathily and you slap his chest lightly.

“Besides, I think we’ll be ready by the time I actually conceive. I’ve heard that it takes a few months for some couples, so who knows, right?” you think out loud.

“Please,” he snickers, “I’ve got the best swimmers, there’s no way in hell you won’t be pregnant after tonight…”

You giggle as you pull him down till he’s lying on top of you completely like your own personal weighted blanket.

He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, “... but just to be sure, let’s go another round… make it certain.”

“‘Toru! I’m tired” you laugh as you try to pull him off of you but he continues kissing down your neck. You close your eyes at how sensitive your skin feels against his kisses.

“Then just lie down. I’ll do all the work, princess,” your husband winks at you before circling his tongue around one of your already hardened nipples.

You hum contentedly as you rest your head back down, melting into the pillow and accepting your fate – you were going to have to run on very little sleep tomorrow.

~fin~

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sunny44 · 9 months

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Marriage (Part 8)

Pairing: Max Verstappen x ex fiancée!reader Mason Mount x Fiancée!reader

Warnings: fights and that’s it

Summary: Max leaves his fiancée y/n at the altar on their wedding day but after years of regretting what he did, by a miracle of fate (or Lando) she appears in his life again.

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I didn't have the courage to take the test.

It had been two days since the event, and I sat on the bed, staring at a pregnancy test kit, trying to gather the courage to use it.

Mason was at training, and despite being invited by Red Bull and wanting to avoid Max, Mason's media team insisted that attending the Monaco GP would be good for his image.

That was the reason for our trip.

I used the opportunity when I needed to pee and took the test. Once done, I put it back in the box and tossed it into my bedside table.

I spent the day working to distract myself. I only realized it was evening when I felt a kiss on my forehead.

"Been here all day?" he asked.

"Yeah, had a lot of work," I replied.

"Have you eaten?"

"I only noticed the time because you arrived," I said. He chuckled and kissed my forehead again.

"Well, then I'll get something for us to eat, and you stay right there."

I continued working until he left, only stopping when he returned and we had dinner.

After we finished, we went to the bedroom. I took a shower while he got ready to sleep.

"Love, can I borrow your charger? Can't find mine." he asked.

"Sure, it's in my bedside table, first drawer." I shouted back.

After drying my hair, doing my skincare and getting dressed, I went to the room. Mason was sitting on the bed with a paper in hand and a displeased expression.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Mind explaining what this is?" He stood up and practically threw the paper at me.

It was the letter.

I took a deep breath, realizing Mason had found the letter. The atmosphere in the room shifted, filled with unspoken tension.

"Mason, I..." I began, but he interrupted.

"Just explain what the hell this is." he insisted, eyes fixed on the letter.

I walked over, took the paper, and glanced at the content. I hadn't read it since he handed it to me. It probably contained words and apologies Max wanted me to know, and my heart raced.

"It's a letter." I stated the obvious, trying to buy time to gather my thoughts.

"I can see that." he replied with a touch of frustration. "But it's a letter apologizing and also a letter saying he still loves you."

Taking another deep breath, I decided to be honest.

"Max wrote this letter to me some time ago."

"How long ago?"

"Do you remember when I told you I became friends with Lando?" He nodded. "We hung out that time because he insisted on introducing me to his best friends that ended up being Max and Daniel."

"What does that have to do with the letter?" He asked, frustrated.

"After the party that he introduced us he talked to Lando about what happened. He made him help him meet me to apologize. So, he said he wrote this letter and handed it to me, but I didn't have the courage to open it."

"And why did you keep it?"

"I don't know. I thought maybe one day I'd have the courage to read it and that’s why I kept it. Perhaps I felt I needed a reminder of how things were before."

His expression changed from frustration to anger.

"You kept a letter from your ex in our house? Are you serious?"

"I was unsure what to do with it and couldn't bring myself to throw it away, so I kept it. It's a piece of the past I kept hidden."

"Why hide it, then? Why keep secrets from me?" Mason's frustration grew. "You lied again about this. Not long ago, you argued with me for defending you and then you do this, keeping his things."

"I thought I could handle it on my own. I didn't want to burden you with my past." I explained.

He sighed, clearly upset.

"Y/n, we promised transparency. Keeping something like this from me... hurts."

"I'm sorry, Mason. I should have told you about this and I know this now." I admitted, feeling a pang of guilt.

"But it's always going to be like this, isn't it? You lie to me about him, and it makes me think you still love him even after he left you at the altar like an idiot," he said angrily. "You were supposed to tell me about him years ago and then when I found out on the internet I’ve try to be cool with it because I saw how much it hurts you, even if I was angry that you e lied to me. And now this, im your fiancé and u was supposed to be the one you trust to tell me this things but apparently lying to me it’s easier for you.

“I’m sorry.”

“I honestly don't know if I can still do this."

"What does that mean?"

"I don't know if I can marry you." I felt tears fill my eyes. "I don't know if I can marry someone who lies to me."

"Mason, I..."

"I need some time." He left the room, leaving me there alone.

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castiwls · 2 months

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"your my sun, my moon, and all my stars"

having a baby with patrick zweig...

I feel Patrick is the type of guy to be absolutely terrified of pregnancy he kinda hates the idea but then the baby is actually born and he’s just smitten.

You’d barely been going out 3 months but you’d both been hooking up for just under a year when you randomly show up at his hotel with a pregnancy test.

His initial reaction is to slam the door in your face - he’s not ready for this. A baby would get in the way of his career.

After having the door slammed in your face you stood there for a moment, the hormones already seeming to affect you more than you’d known as a rush of anger runs through you so you do the only logical thing and bang on the door until he opens it.

“Patrick Zweig open this door right now or I swear to god.”

He opens the door and you have half a mind to slap him for getting you into this mess in the first place.

Neither of you was exactly ready to be parents.

You spend the first few months of your pregnancy trying to get used to your relationship and to the idea of being parents.

The idea terrified you but the fact that Patrick seemed to be slowly coming around to the idea left you feeling more relaxed.

You half expected him to run for the hills when you’d randomly shown up at his hotel yet he surprised you.

I feel he’s the type of guy to buy baby clothes based on his interests (like when they buy football kits for their team.)

He DEFFENTLY buys your baby a little tennis outfit with a toy racket and all.

“You did not buy our unborn child a tennis racket?” He shrugged placing the bag down. He looked at you with that lopsided grin which always made you melt. “I’m being prepared! My child will not be a football player.”

(He’s already looking into tennis lessons for when they're older but you don't have to know that)

He definitely cries the first time you see the baby on an ultrasound.

Also, I'm sorry but he gives girl dad energy - the idea of a mini version of him scares him more than he’d admit.

Secretly hope the baby takes after you more than him.

You both decide to do a really low-key gender reveal with only your close friends and family. When it’s revealed as a girl he completely freaks out.

This man is a MESS when you eventually do go into labour.

“Oh my god. Is…is that normal? You're not going to die right?? I can’t do this alone i don't know the first thing about babies never mind girls.”

You're considerably calmer than him for most of it. (You joke about him needing the gas and air more than you and he fully tries to grab it)

I saw this video on TikTok of a woman being like I wanted my boyfriend by my head the whole time I didn't want him to see anything but then the nurses asked if he wanted to catch the baby and he full-on sprinted to get gowned up - that Patrick.

This man full-on starts crying with the baby the minute she's out.

Holds your hand the entire time she’s being checked and cleaned. He just stands there whispering sweet nothings as you both watch.

Cries again when you get to hold her - you cry with him this time.

“She’s so tiny.” You sniffled slightly stroking a hand over her tiny head. “We made that.” He grins. You laugh quietly. “Yeah…I guess we didn’t do too bad.” He presses a kiss to your lips before running a hand idly up her tiny back. You're both quiet for a moment, watching her in pure disbelief before. “Will you marry me?”

For a moment you think that it's some sort of pain relief-induced dream. There is no way Patrick Zweig of all people just asked you to marry him. This is the same guy who not even a year ago happily lay in bed and planned his next hook-up.

Turns out to be the BEST dad!! This man is happily up at all times of the night to feed her or rock her back to sleep.

Whenever he can't soothe her he just ends up on the couch watching back old tennis games with her until she falls asleep.

Much to your chagrin, your daughter ends up sleeping best when a tennis game is playing in the background - truly her father-daughter,

“I told you she’d like tennis.” “She's 4 months old.”

You both wait a few months before going back to the marriage conversion.

This man was prepared. He had a ring and all much to your shock.

“I didn’t pit you for the marriage type.” “Well, it wasn’t high on my list but you’ve apparently changed that.”

You agree to marry him but you both wanna wait a little till your daughter is older. You make a one-off mention about how cute of a flower girl she would be and he is sold.

Overall he’s a surprisingly good dad and partner. He’s still trying to move up in the tennis world but manages to split his time so that he never misses anything big.

Though he did make you promise that when she’s older you’ll come to his games - you roll your eyes and begrudgingly agree but deep down you know that there is a good chance watching him play tennis may lead to your daughter getting a sibling or two.

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ullalshreya · 2 years

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oh-saints · 2 years

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fight

rúben dias x you

part of the dad!rúben collection

word count: 1.6k

tw: endometriosis, health issues while pregnant, intrusive paparazis, implied violence

note: hello i'm back from the dead bcs i've absolutely GONE FERAL AT THE THOUGHT OF THIS ashsjklkkjkl but as usual, i happen to write things at dawn so this is certainly not proof-read yet.

similar to any other parents, the moment you and rúben found out you're pregnant sent you both to the moon. for you, it was definitely topping your list of "best moment of my life" by far. and for rúben, it was up there somewhere with the feeling of winning the premier league and the feeling when you walked down the aisle, looking regal in white only for him.

but probably more meaningful for you and rúben because in all honesty, you've been trying to have a baby for almost 2 years now.

your earlier issue with endometriosis didn't allow you to naturally conceive as easy as other wives and girlfriends of rúben's teammates, or as any other healthy women in general. you were actually at the brink of giving up and were actively discussing adoption with your husband, who is nothing more than supportive at the decision, bless him.

rúben being himself, though, had a way of predicting the future. that's your simplified explanation but in professional jargons, one of the reason pep bought him from benefica; his ability to read the game.

your husband suggested for another honeymoon, during the time he was injured, before he'd get swamped with matches again and you'd be busy with the whole adoption procedure. it was a weekend gateway to st barths, a place you both have never been, but the beauty took your breath away. but even more for rúben because goddamn, that man could speak words without actually using words. he's more expressive when his body takes control of the whole speaking thing, and you've never felt so loved and grateful to have found the meaning of love in rúben dias.

and to be loved by him, surely didn't lie. the 2 lines of the test kit stared back at you like they were meant to be taken seriously, like it was supposed to tell you to get a grip of your life instead of gaping so wide at it your mouth could've sucked it in. rúben had to knock on the door to make sure you were alright and didn't slip on anything because you tend to be clumsy—he’d made a habit to check up on you whenever you’re in a bathroom for more than 15 minutes because of your reckless nature.

after endless failed test, you truthfully didn’t know what to do. this kind of result never came to you. so you just opened the door, in hope he’d know what to do—he always does, usually. only to be met by your husband’s concerned face because you didn’t slip on anything but went back outside with an aghast face.

“what’s wrong, coração?”

you handed him the test kit wordlessly, with shaky hands at it.

rúben looked down to see what it was because he’d never actually seen the test kit. you’d always hide in a bathroom and come out shaking your head, and you never let him buy them on his own. why would you—

“what—”

rúben looked up to you and you were already brimming in tears, a silent confirmation he needed. “we’re going to the doctor. now.”

at first, he did it because he wanted to confirm it himself, that the test kit wasn’t lying. but on the second thought, should you be truly pregnant, the purpose of the trip to the hospital was to make sure your pregnancy needs are met and you’ll have a safe and sound journey until you bring the product of rúben’s love for you to the world.

but of course, life being life didn’t give you everything smoothly as expected.

if you want it, earn it kind of life had been rúben’s way of life so when the doctor told you both that you’ll face some dangers throughout the 9-month journey, rúben gained another purpose in life outside football. to flash a fuck you to world, for they can’t let you and rúben have a peaceful moment in life.

rúben made sure to get home early so he’d cook you dinner during your bedrest period on the first trimester, shocking everyone in the etihad perimeter because he always is the first one to come and the last one to leave. he arranges catering for your lunch on top of it all so you don’t have to cook when he’s not home. he flies your mum and his to be there with you on the days he has a match to go to. he keeps a book to track all your craving and blood pressure, as well as a sketchbook for the baby journey “so we can take a look at it again when they’re grown up.”

you and rúben agreed not to let anyone know beside your immediate family the moment you stepped out of the fragile period, as a precaution, having the taste of public eyes first hand. the moment you announce it to the world, your safe space would and should be compromised.

thus, your baggy apparels whenever you come to rúben’s home matches. it wasn’t often, only once a month or only when the big matches are around the corner. the fanbases and fan accounts still talk about your fashion, with coats and cute jackets and everything, and thankfully none of them has noticed your changing preference from high-waist jeans and wool skirts.

but rúben scores a fantastic header and you see no reason not to jump from your seat. you know he’s been working so hard on set pieces and his headers, only now does it pay off. ivan has to remind you to sit down and not overdo yourself because “rúben will kill me if anything happens to you.”

however, the camera catches your celebration and in less than 5 minutes, your phone rings like the world’s ending. well in a way, it is.

everyone called netizens immediately shoots out their fire, on the speculation you might be pregnant. some congratulate you already, some believe your pregnancy is the reason rúben’s scoring and his gigantic performances as of late, some criticizes you, some questions your decision to come to the match like you’re not carrying rúben’s world. your head aches not long after scrolling down the internet that ivan had to submit rúben upstairs to your box instead of you coming down to the tunnel like usual.

your husband crouches in front of you as soon as he sees your deflated figure, eyes closed in resignation. that’s when he knows the intensity level has reached emergency status because he knows you well and he knows you’re strong enough for both of you to make it through a catastrophe—it’s the reason he’s adamant to marry you anyway—so the word fucking hell escaped his mouth before he even realised it himself.

they didn’t say anything as he shared you his tightest hug, the kind you love the most after a tiring day at work. had she said one word about killing those people behind the screen, he would’ve done so in a heartbeat. only when you pull away, indicating you’re now good to go home, does rúben let go of you and the issue at hand.

he tells you to head to the car first because he needs to pick up his bag from the locker room. but that decision would hunt him down for life, as he watched you being swarmed and surrounded by reporters on the parking lot, camera shoved up on your face and flashes and clicks blinded your vision that you steps on your own feet and fall down.

the idiots don’t stop harassing her, though.

rúben’s feet had never run faster than that moment. pep might be calling him a deceit for never being able to break sprint records. and thank god he was a footballer, a centre back at that, so pushing and shoving people out of his way is within his job description.

rúben lifts his wife from the ground, and the shattering sound of his heart don’t escape him as he notices you’re in the position to protect their child even when you’re in danger herself from the ambush. he brings this to you, he brings this to you and his child, and rage takes over at the thought they both shouldn’t have suffered this side of rúben’s professional life.

if these brainless fuckers are suing him for collateral damages on the cameras he throw to the asphalt, rúben’s so ready to hire a hitman on each and every head count.

rúben doesn’t see anything else than red and only when he’s done strapping the seatbelt on you, you bring him back to life like natasha romanov brings back hulk to serenity. you hold him by his face, staring him down like he’s not capable of bloodbath until his breaths return to normalcy.

“enough, my love.”

and all the sudden, there was the calm, collected rúben you married 3 years ago. the one who loves you when you brush the strands escaping his perfectly styled hair after the match, so you do it and he rests his head on your palm when you’re done tucking the strands back in and hands now tracing his unshaved stubbles.

even when you’d just been tackled down, you’re the one who saves him. he’s not wrong at all about you being the stronger one for the 3 of you, strong enough for the family you both are building. and with the thought you have to still play death with god later during labour, he can’t help but fall in love with you all over again.

“te amo, meu amor,” he brings his head closer to yours to feel his world on his hands. “always and forever.”

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infinityerlingx · 1 year

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Baby Fever

P A R T 3

pairing - erling haaland x (fem)reader

genre - fluff

warnings - pregnancy, childbirth, swearing

wordcount - 8.8k

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read part two here

You sat on the floor of the bathroom, your hand placed over your mouth in shock. The pregnancy test in your hand, clearly two lines, showing that you were indeed pregnant.

Of course you were trying, but you never knew that one round of sex would get you pregnant, you thought you would’ve had to try at least a few times, but a missed period later, you bought a test just in case and here you were 3 weeks pregnant.

Erling was at training, you did the test in private, wanting to keep it a surprise either way, not wanting Erling to be disappointed, but now you knew he wouldn’t have anything to be disappointed about.

You were pregnant with his baby.

Now was just the plan to surprise him, hundreds of thoughts raced in your mind, trying to think of one to help your thoughts. The plans of buying a Manchester City kit with Daddy 9 on the back was the best you could think of, and you knew it would melt his heart with the gesture.

Quickly you got yourself dressed, heading down to the apartment car park, making a plan of which shops you needed to go to, all before Erling would get back from training, which was only 2 hours. You set off for the City Store, deciding on buying the kit first.

Once everything had been done, you set off for the nearest supermarket, buying a cute gift bag alongside a card. It didn’t take long for you to get back home and prepare yourself for what was coming in the next half an hour. You had multiple feelings racing through your body, nerves, excitement and strangely enough, butterflies. It didn’t feel real that you were pregnant. Both of your schedules were too busy for you to even get a quick moment together alone since the last time, but it all worked out so well.

You didn’t even click at what time it was until you heard the front door open. You quickly sighed before finishing up and putting the bag next to your side of the bed. Panic was now racing through your veins at telling him. You knew this was what he wanted as he insinuated it first, but that didn’t stop your palms from sweating.

“I’m home love” You heard Erling shout, his voice getting louder as he wandered down the hallway.

“In the bedroom” You shouted back, before you saw the doorknob turning, the door opening slowly, exposing your large boyfriend. A smile plastered onto his face. You smiled back at him before he wandered into the room, closing the door again and sat himself down next to you. Luckily he hadn’t noticed the bag on the floor next to you. You sat back against the headboard, your legs outstretched, as Erling sat next to you, a large hand on your thigh, his thumb circling on your skin.

“Missed you” He spoke softly, leaning forward to press a small kiss to your lips. “Sorry I haven’t seen much of you recently, it’s been so hectic with games and all the training, day off tomorrow if you want to go out somewhere nice together” He carried on.

“That sounds perfect Erling, I’d love to” You replied with a smile. “But for now I’ve got a surprise for you” You spoke, preparing yourself for the news. Erling cocked an eyebrow at you. “Just go sit down in the living room and I’ll be there in just a minute” You ushered him out of the room. Erling mumbled a quick ‘Okay’ followed by a nervous laugh as he walked down to the living room.

You turned around, grabbing the bag from beside the bed, quickly writing the card and putting it inside the bag, next to the white gift box. You made your way down to the living room, Erling sitting on the sofa, his eyes struck up to you as he felt your presence. You sat yourself down next to him, placing the bag on the floor, Erling trying to take a peek inside the bag, however he was disappointed when you quickly covered it.

“Eyes closed please Erl” You spoke, Erling knew to hold his hands out too, something he always told you to do when he was giving you a surprise. You first picked the card out, placing the small envelope in his large hands. “You can open your eyes now love” You say back, leaning your side on the back of the sofa. Erling kept his eyes on the envelope as he opened it. The picture on the front of the card wasn’t anything special, however it just said ‘Congratulations’. Erling opened the card, the inside reading:

“To Daddy,

I can’t wait to meet you soon!

Love ?”

Erling’s expression was full of confusion, his eyes scanning your face and then the words on the card once again. You were quick to grab the gift box from the bag, a small white square box with a beautiful silver ribbon on the top. You passed it over to him, taking the card in exchange and placing it on the coffee table.

Erling was slow to untie the ribbon and lift the lid from the box. He quickly saw the sky blue of the city kit, lifting it up and holding the small material in his hands, looking at the tiny shirt, turning it over. His heart raced when he saw the name on the back. His eyes scanned from the shirt, to your face and back again, his mouth hanging open in shock, however no words left his lips. He was too gobsmacked to speak.

“You’re pregnant?” He finally asked, barely above a whisper, too scared his voice would fail him.

“Yeah, it’s early days, but I did a test earlier on and it said 3 weeks” You spoke back, edging a bit closer to him on the sofa.

“You’re pregnant!” He repeated, however this time a smile broke out onto his face, he was quick to put down the shirt on the coffee table, and quickly moving down next to you, pulling you into him. “Thank you” He spoke, wrapping his arms around you, your arms snaked around his shoulders, pulling him into you. The nerves of the day finally dissipating, leaving you with nothing but excitement. Tears pricked at your eyes at his embrace, feeling overwhelmed with everything. You pulled away from the hug moments later, noticing tears trickling down Erling’s cheeks. Your hands cupped his cheeks, your thumbs swiping the tears away. You leant in kissing the tip of his nose.

“We’re going to be parents, Erling” You whispered, leaning your forehead against his. Erling’s hands held your hips, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin, a smile broke out onto his face again, not being able to keep it in him.

“We are, you’re gonna be the best mama to our baby” His words sent shivers down your spine and a blush rise to your cheeks, butterflies swarmed your belly.

“Our baby” You repeated, smiling as his words ran through your head. “Our baby will be so lucky to have you as their daddy Erling” You spoke, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“I still can’t believe it, I’m so happy” He replied, smiling into the kiss.

*2 months later

Erling had an unexpected day off from training, he was bound to spend the whole day with you, just doing nothing, you both needed it, you didn’t get an easy first 2 months of pregnancy, the morning sickness way beyond the extent you would’ve thought, every morning you woke up, a wave of nausea running through you, and today was no different.

You had once again woken up before the crack of dawn, the nausea taking over you suddenly, making you jump from your warm bed, stepping straight to the bathroom, falling to your knees over the toilet, your forearms resting on the toilet seat, you rested your head on your bicep, closing your eyes as you felt your heart begin to race, head spinning as you tried to relax yourself.

Erling woke up to the noise of the bathroom door opening, he knew this now, it was a daily routine. He got himself out of bed, making a beeline to the bathroom, noticing your figure hunched over the toilet. He was quick to sit down next to you, a large hand on your back, stroking up and down. You sighed at his touch, silently thanking him once again.

“Y/N love, I told you to wake me up” He spoke softly.

“I felt bad, it's your first day off in weeks” You replied slowly, not wanting to rush your voice in case.

“That doesn't matter, what matters is that you're okay, I told you I'd do anything to help you through this” He replied, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. You relaxed into his touch, finally settling yourself. You leant your head onto your other forearm, sighing through your nose, trying to focus on your breathing and not the nausea. However before you could focus again, a wave of nausea hit you suddenly, making you rise to your knees, emptying out your stomach into the toilet once again. Erling was quick to pull your hair out of your face, making a makeshift ponytail with his hand, his other hand rubbing up and down your back soothingly.

You sank back onto the floor once you had done, feeling relieved but exhausted, you rested your head onto Erling’s shoulder, thanking him for being there for you once again.

After a few moments of sitting in silence, Erling helped you up from the ground, letting you know that he was taking you out for a coffee and a walk in a while. You thanked him again before letting yourself get ready, deciding on making an effort. You took your time getting ready, making sure that you chose a nice outfit, and doing your hair to make you feel better about yourself.

You stood facing the mirror as you got dressed, pulling on a pair of leggings, you turned to the side, quickly noticing something that you hadn’t noticed yet, due to you wearing nothing but baggy clothes to keep yourself comfy. Your bump had started to grow and you had no idea. You were quick to shout Erling, who came racing up the stairs at your call.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” He asked quickly as he flung the bedroom door open.

“Come and have a look for yourself” You smiled to yourself, turning again in the mirror so your belly was more prominent. Erling paced into the dressing room, looking at you, before looking at you through the mirror, his jaw dropping as he saw the small bump that had grown. “They’ve finally made their appearance, Erling” You smiled at your boyfriend, who stepped closer to you.

Erling was speechless as he came closer, his hands reaching out for you, he was quick to step behind you, your back resting against his chest, his hands soothing over the small bump. He could finally feel your swollen belly, his eyes brimmed with tears. Your hand came to rest on top of his, your eyes diverting from your belly to the mirror, the love of your life standing behind you, his whole world in his hands, you and your baby.

“I can’t believe it” He smiled, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I told you you’d look so pretty pregnant” He smirked, leaving a kiss on your cheek. You couldn’t help but smile at his comment, the feeling of being pregnant and carrying his baby feeling all too real now. “I love you” He spoke, before letting go of you, and stepping to face you before sinking to his knees. “And I love you little one” He spoke, littering kisses all over your belly.

“We love you so much, Erling” You spoke with a smile plastered on your face.

Before you knew it, you were 5 months along, Erling taking you to the hospital for your next scan, in which you would find out your baby’s gender. You had decided to keep it private, letting the nurse write down what the gender was, and you had given the envelope to your mum, who was organising your gender reveal. You had both decided on letting your and Erling’s mum decide on what they wanted to do. Pep had let you use the pitch to do your reveal on, that was including Erling begging him to do so, Pep allowed him as long as he got an invite himself to come and watch. You had laughed at that comment when Erling told you, however you were more than happy to do so, along with his idea of inviting all of his teammates, they all loved you, and being friends with their girlfriends made it so much easier for you.

Your bump had now grown more and was more restricting than what you had first expected, however that didn’t make anything change, you loved how your baby was growing, you even got told that anytime soon you would be able to feel your baby kick. Which sent warmth all through your body, excitement kicking in at being able to feel your baby respond to you.

A few days had passed and it was finally time for your reveal, you wore a white summer dress and Erling dressed in black dress pants and a white button up shirt.

The turnout to your reveal was not expected in the slightest, all of the boys had managed to come in on their days off and some had brought along their girlfriends with them, knowing how much you got along with them. You went around and said your hello’s to everyone before. You all walked down to the pitch, where you finally saw what you weren’t expecting. Two large illuminated words stating ‘Girl’ and ‘Boy’ in the middle of the pitch. Blue and pink balloons decorated the words. In the middle of the words stood a podium with a button on the top. You took your place with Erling at the button.

You suddenly felt nervous with the amount of eyes on you as you scanned the pitch before meeting Erling’s eyes, who unexpectedly were already looking at you. You sent him a smile which he could tell was a nervous one. His hand latched onto yours, holding it over the button, you both spoke in synchronisation from 10 downwards, before pressing down onto the button. A loud pop was heard before you looked up, the smoke rockets setting off, the fireworks flying into the air, the colour of pink illuminating the sky. You were pulled into Erling’s embrace, his lips pressed against your own. The sound of cheers behind you. You were having a perfect baby girl.

A week after your reveal, you felt the pain of hitting 5 months, the constant headache, the back pain and discomfort of the belly which was still growing with every passing day. You were due tonight to be at the Etihad to watch Erling play, in which he was making sure that you sat in his box, away from the normal seats to ensure nothing happened to your baby. However you currently sat at home, sprawled on the sofa. The headache making you sink further into the sofa, your eyes closed, trying to make some pain go away. Erling was in the bedroom, getting himself changed into his Man City travel kit. It didn’t take him long to get changed, meeting you back in the living room to say goodbye until he saw you again that night.

“Erling, would you be able to get me some painkillers?” You asked as you heard him coming into the living room. He spoke a quick ‘of course’ before making his way to the kitchen to grab you two painkillers along with some water. He brought them into you, meeting you as you lay on the sofa still.

“Causing you some pain is she?” He spoke, a frown on his face.

“Apparently her favourite thing to do” You replied with a smile. Erling didn’t smile in response, if anything his frown was more prominent, he felt awful that you were going through all the pain alone. He passed you over the painkillers and the water, asking you to sit up and take them.

“You don’t have to be there tonight, if you don’t feel up to it” He spoke, a large hand resting on your bump.

“No, I’ll be there, just need a nap I think, but don’t you worry, I won’t miss out on seeing you play” You replied, your hand resting on top of his. “Plus, how are you going to dedicate your goals to me if I'm sat here?” You smiled, in which Erling’s face broke out into a smirk.

“That’s a very good point kjære, I’ve got something special planned for my girls” He spoke, your stomach breaking out in butterflies at his words, a blush spread across your cheeks. He noticed your flushed state, leaning forward and giving you a long kiss. “My girls” He spoke as he pulled away, leaning down and pressing a longing kiss to your belly. “I’ll ring Dad now and ask him to come and pick you up at around half 6? Is that okay?” He asked, standing up from the sofa.

“That’s perfect, thank you, I’ll wait for you in the box after the game” You smiled again, Erling was quick to lean down again, giving you another kiss before making his way out of the house. Not long after you received a message from Alfie, telling you that he was going to pick you up. You replied with ‘thank you’ before closing your eyes for another hour.

By the time you woke up it was half 5, you got yourself up, the headache now long gone. You silently thanked Erling once again for getting you the painkillers. You got yourself changed, doing a bit of makeup and styling your hair, throwing one of Erling’s city shirts on, the ones you usually wore, too small for your growing belly these days, Erling’s fit you comfortably. You put a jacket on top, hiding your belly as much as you could, as the fans had no idea yet about it. That’s what the plan was tonight.

Before you knew it, the doorbell was ringing. You quickly put your shoe on, before making your way down the hall again, opening the door, Alfie stood on the other side, a smile on his face as you gave him a quick hug. You grabbed your keys off the side, following Alfie out of your apartment and down to his car. Sitting in the passenger seat, the both of you talking comfortably about how everything had been going recently, Alfie parked the car in the car park, you got out and walked together from the car park to the reception. You were quick to get your passes and before you knew it you were in Erling’s box. Taking your seat and watching the players warm up. You only had 15 minutes left until kick off. The seat next to you was taken by Astor, Erling’s brother who welcomed you with a hug. He asked you how your pregnancy was going. You spared him the bad details but explained how everything was going. You watched as Erling blew a kiss up to you before heading back inside to get himself changed. Your heart swelling at his actions.

Soon enough, the game had kicked off and it was a battle between the two teams, Erling racing towards the goal and getting more and more frustrated as the other players lost the ball. Before you knew it, Erling had the ball at his feet, before taking a powerful strike, the ball heading for the top right corner, smashing into the netting. He was quick to run and grab the ball again, placing it under his top, his thumb in his mouth as the other hand pointed up towards where you sat. His family cheered as your heart swelling with pride. Your hand placed on your bump. And it was confirmed, the world knew about your baby. Erlings teammates jumped on him, celebrating his goal. He blew up another kiss to you before carrying on with the game.

The full time whistle had been blown, and you stepped inside of Erling’s box, the warmth of the room taking over you. You got yourself a drink before sitting down at the table, waiting for Erling to come and meet you. Astor and Alfie said their goodbyes to you and went off before Erling came up. It wasn’t long until you saw your favourite face arrive at the door, quickly opening it, he stepped inside and made a beeline for you. In which you opened your arms for him, welcoming him with a big hug.

“Proud of you” You spoke into the crook of his neck, leaving a kiss on his skin.

“Thank you baby, I hope little one enjoyed it” He replied, pulling away from the hug and resting his hand on top of your bump. “How you feeling now? Any better than this afternoon?” He asked.

“Much better now, my backs aching a bit but other than that, the headaches have finally worn off” You smiled, which made Erling smile with you. He hated how you were getting all of the pain from this pregnancy and he would do anything to help ease it in the slightest way possible.

An hour later, you were finally back home, you changed your clothes for something comfier and sat back down in the living room, Erling sat in the corner of the L-shaped sofa, with you sat in between his legs, your back resting against his chest.

Erling’s hand found its way under your hoodie, resting on your bump, his thumb stroking back and forth. A pointless movie playing on the tv, you felt yourself relax into his chest. All of a sudden, you felt a kick. Your mouth dropped in shock, turning your head to look at Erling and he had the biggest smile on his face.

“Did she just kick?” He spoke in disbelief.

“I think so” You smiled, looking back towards your bump, lifting your hoodie up and watching your skin. There it was again, a little hand or a foot, pushing against your skin. Your eyes pricked with tears, your baby finally making herself known to the two of you. Erling couldn’t believe his eyes. His mouth agape, he truly had never felt anything like it.

For months in the pregnancy, Erling and his dad took it upon themselves to decorate the spare room to be the baby's room. You were warned not to enter the room at any point, Erling wanting to keep it a surprise from you until it was finally finished.

Today was the day you were finally allowed to go into the room. Erling walked behind you, his large hand covering your eyes so you would get the whole surprise, you were in the middle of the room before Erling took his hands away from your eyes.

Your eyes adjusted to the lights around you before you got a first look, the walls painted a light grey, a giant cot sat in the room, a chair perched up in the corner of the room, facing a large window. Illuminated clouds placed neatly on the walls, a large drawer and changing table next to the cot, and another drawer set on the opposite side of the room, with teddies sat on the top of it. Your heart raced as you looked around the whole room, taking in every little detail of all of Erlings hard work. Erling stood at the door frame watching you in awe as you skimmed your fingers along the cot, watching over as you pictured your tiny daughter in there.

“Do you like it min kjære” Erling spoke softly, slowly walking into the room, joining you.

“I love it Erling, our baby is so lucky” You replied, turning your head, placing a soft and short kiss to his lips. You carried on wandering around the room, opening the drawer, a few tiny clothes folded up, your eyes landing on the city kit that you had bought. “It feels so long ago, when I showed you this” You spoke quietly, running your fingers over the blue material.

“Look how far you’ve come since you did that, I know this hasn’t been easy for you, at all, but you’re doing so well, im so proud of you Y/N, our little girl will be so lucky to have you as her mama” Your eyes pricked at his words. “There’s no one I’d rather do this with, you're the only one for me” You turned around, facing his large frame, your arms circling his waist, his own going around you, pulling you into him as much as he could.

“I can't lie to you, Erling. I'm so nervous that i won't be able to do it” You spoke into his chest. You’d had these thoughts for a few months now, however feeling stupid to share your thoughts with anyone. Erling pulled away, however his arms stayed around you, a confused look on his face. “I mean, what if i'm not good enough for her, I don't want to ruin anything, I'm so scared that i won't be able to do it, it's a lot to adjust to, and as much as i'm excited to meet our baby, it terrifies me” You spoke truthfully.

“Love, why didn't you say anything, you know that I would’ve helped you. Of course it's going to be hard, we have a whole human to look after, but I've seen you around my cousin, and he loves you, you’re amazing with him. Please min kjære, never doubt your abilities” He replied, a hand trailing up to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. “I love you, please talk to me about any worries you have again, darling, I don't want to see you worrying about it all” He leant forward, leaving kisses on your forehead, cheeks, nose and finally your lips.

By the time you knew it, you were finally at 8 months and 2 weeks. 3 weeks until your due date, and tonight was a game that you really did not want to miss. You had managed to be at all of Erling’s home games since you were pregnant, and didnt want to miss out on this one, considering you still had your 3 weeks left.

However, all day you had a feeling that something wasn’t right. Waking up early to a kick to your rib cage, you couldnt wait for this baby to be out of you. You couldn’t lie, you loved being pregnant and having the feeling of a whole human growing inside of you, however recently, you didn’t get one good night sleep, the constant aches and pains of it all, not being able to get comfy, or wear anything that looked reasonably nice. You were sick of it.

Erling had woken up to you, a frown on your face as you leant against the headboard. Your eyes shut as if you were trying to focus on anything but the pain in your body, Erling rubbed his eyes before sitting himself up next to you, placing his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him.

“Not long now baby” He spoke softly, his hand stroking up and down your arm. You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder. “You don’t have to come to the game today if you don’t want to, I’m sure one game won’t hurt me” He spoke with a small laugh, making you smile.

“No Erling, i’ll come, it’s my last time being able to watch you for a while” You pouted, not wanting to miss out as you knew that deep down it would make Erling a bit upset that you weren’t there to cheer him on as you always did.

“Only if you’re 100% sure” He spoke, looking at you, his eyes darting around your face for any uncertainty.

“I’m sure” You spoke, your eyes meeting his, he was quick to pull you into him, sharing a soft morning kiss.

“Jack’s injured at the minute, he can come and stay with you for the game, make sure nothing happens to you, Dad and Astor can’t make it tonight” Erling explained, in which you nodded and gave him a quiet ‘thank you’ in response. You got along well with Jack, and you knew Erling was close with him too.

Erling shifted his body, kneeling by the side of you, his hand resting on your bump, getting ready for his morning ritual of talking to his baby. Throughout your whole pregnancy, Erling told his baby all about yours and his day, every single night, your baby knew her daddy’s voice, instantly moving around to listen to his voice.

“Morning baby, me and mummy can’t wait to meet you soon, only a few more weeks and we get to meet you, please be a good girl for mama tonight, keep your little feet where they should be” He smiled, his face leaning close to your belly, your baby moving around at her daddy’s voice. “Me and your beautiful mama already love you so much baby” He placed a kiss to your belly, as if he was kissing his little girl on her head.

“And I love you more beautiful mama” He spoke to you, his blue eyes meeting yours. A blush rising to your cheeks as his words made butterflies swarm your belly.

“I love you so much” You replied, resting your hand on his cheek, before pulling him into you for another kiss.

A little while later, Erling had set off for the football and you stood in the wardrobe, finding an outfit for the night. You scanned the whole room for something comfy, but something that looked nice, considering you wanted to make an effort.

By the time you were ready, Jack had pulled up to the apartment and had come to your door, you let him in, telling him you’d be 15 minutes, you left him in the living room, finding a pair of shoes.

Once you had gotten to your bedroom, that unusual feeling from the morning had returned, that same harsh pain, however in your lower stomach this time, you stood straight, holding your belly as you focused on your breathing, letting out a deep sigh as the pain dissipated after a few seconds.

You met Jack in the living room, telling him you were ready to go, locking up your door and leaving for the football.

You’d arrived in Erling’s box half an hour later, the both of you sitting inside as the players warmed up, you had stepped out earlier, Erling noticing you and Jack, waving up at you both and blowing a kiss in your direction, you smiled at his gesture before going back inside, sighing as you sat down. However, once again that pain came back again, stronger this time. Your eyes squeezed shut, making Jack look at you, confused.

“Woah, is everything okay?” He asked, his eyebrow cocking. He was quick to get up from one side of the box, joining you on your side. He knelt down by the side of your chair.

“I’m not sure, had a few pains come and go all day today” You spoke, the pain fizzling away finally.

“Does Erling know?” He asked cautiously, and sighed when you shook your head ‘No’. “Y/N, why didn’t you tell him?” He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I didn’t want him to worry, especially how focused he gets in the games, I don't want his head to be anywhere but this game tonight” You explained, Jack’s hand stroked your arm.

“Just let me know if they get worse, or more frequent” He spoke, looking at you. You looked at him confused. “Y/N, little miss Haaland, may want to make her arrival very soon” He carried on, and for the first time ever, Jack was actually making more sense than you ever would’ve imagined. It all clicked in your head, the pains in your lower stomach, that spread through your whole body.

Not even 10 minutes into the first half, you had gotten up from your seat, going to use the bathroom. You took yourself into the toilets, sitting yourself down, however a sudden burst of water made you panic, your heart pounding. Jack was right, she was ready to come and nothing was stopping her. The pain that followed the break of water was unimaginable, your hand gripped the edge of whatever was next to you. You were quick to get up, walking back outside, Jack looked at you, however with your pale face and a nod of your head, Jack knew what was happening.

“Shit” Jack exclaimed, getting himself up and out of the seat, taking you inside as you paced the room. “Are you going to be okay if I run down to the pitch and tell Pep to sub him off?” He asked you, his voice evident with panic, in which you nodded. Jack was quick to leave the room, heading straight for the pitch. You knew that Erling loved the game, but you seriously couldn’t do the whole giving birth on your own, you needed him there.

Meanwhile, Jack raced down to the pitch, he jogged down the tunnel, meeting Pep, who sat on his chair talking to the assistant manager. Pep looked at Jack with an eyebrow raised as he wasn’t meant to be there for that game.

“Erling needs to come off, Y/N’s waters just broke” Jack spoke, his chest heaving with the heavy breaths he was taking. Pep’s eyes widened, aiding for the referee to come over and take Erling off, he pointed to Alvarez, bringing him on for him, explaining the sudden change. Jack had left, running up back to you, not wanting to leave you alone.

Erling was angry to be subbed off so quickly, and so were the fans, all of them booing and looking confused at the early substitution, Erling’s heart racing, his mind going into overdrive with all the thoughts of what he had done wrong for Pep to take him off. He high fived Julian quickly before heading to Pep.

“What’ve I done?” Erling spoke, his voice laced with anger.

“No need to be angry Erling, it’s Y/N, her waters just broke up there” Pep spoke with a smile, pointing up to Erling’s box. Erling’s face dropped, panic evident in his eyes. “Go and welcome your baby into this world Erling, congratulations” Erling was quick to give Pep a hug. Erling was quick to run down the tunnel, into the changing rooms and changing into his tracksuit and normal shoes quicker than he had ever done, before rushing to the box.

You were sat on the chair as Erling walked in, deep in another contraction. Erlings face dropped as he saw the pain you were in. Jack sat down next to you, however as he noticed Erling, he told you that he was here now, Jack got up, giving Erling a hug, telling him that he would leave the both of you to it, Erling thanked him for looking after you.

“I’m here min kjære, how you feeling?” He spoke softly.

“Not great Erling, I’m sorry” You replied, a sad look on your face. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t wait until after the game”

“Oh darling, don’t worry about that at all, I’d rather be here and welcome our daughter to the world than play against Bournemouth” He laughed, making you smile. “Shall we get you to the hospital then?” He asked, helping you to get up.

“Shit, Erling, what about the hospital bags, and the car seat?” You asked, panic evident in your voice.

“Don’t worry, I put all that stuff in the boot a few days ago, just in case the little princess decided to make her entrance early and here we are” He smiled, reaching for your hand, helping you walk out of the room and down to Erling’s car.

You had arrived at the hospital not even 20 minutes later, within that time you had already had another 3 contractions. Erling’s heart dropped with every scream that you made. You had checked in and the nurses had wheeled you to a private room, setting you up in the bed. Checking how dilated you were, in another half an hour, you would be ready to start giving birth.

Erling pulled a chair up right next to the bed, his hand instantly holding onto yours, your hand would squeeze him with every contraction you had gotten. His other hand made its way to your hair, stroking it softly every now and then.

“Are you ready?” He asked you, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“As ready as I’ll ever be I guess” You replied, turning your head to the side, your eyes met his, and they instantly softened.

“You’ve got this Y/N, and I’ve got you forevermore, nothing will ever change that, our baby is so lucky to have you, I'm so lucky to have you” He spoke, your hand gripping his as another contraction took over you.

Soon enough, the nurses had made their way back into the room, and you were dilated enough to start the process. Nerves racked your body, but the sooner it started, the sooner it would be over. Erling let out a deep sigh, your eyes met his once again, nodding to him, silently letting him know that you were indeed ready. The nurse helped you get into the position, and before you knew it, you were pushing with every contraction you got. The nurses shouting that they could see her head, your heart raced. Erling was losing all the feeling in his hand, but he really didn’t care. His face scrunched up seeing you in so much pain, he hated it.

“One final push Y/N, she’s nearly here” The nurse spoke.

“I can’t do it Erling” You cried, tears streaming down your cheeks, the pain too much to handle.

“Y/N, you can do it, one more push and she’s here, you’re doing so amazing my love. I’m so proud of you” He spoke softly, pressing a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead, he pushed the hair out of your face, and wiped away the tears from your eyes. “You’ve got this mama” He promised, in which you nodded again, getting ready for the final push.

You pushed harder than you had ever done, the pain in your body up there with the worst you had ever felt, squeezing Erling’s hand. However at the other end of the bed, you had given birth to your tiny baby. The midwife holding her in a blanket, the tiny cries from the end of the bed made your heart race. Erling watched in pure admiration, you had done it.

Within a minute, your baby had been placed on your chest, she was tiny. A soft blanket wrapped around her, keeping her warm before the midwife’s could take her to clean her up. You had delivered the placenta, and the midwife quickly took your baby off you to go get her clean.

“She is 3 weeks early Y/N, she's a bit smaller than normal babies, but it’s completely fine and everything is normal” The nurse spoke, writing her weight down.

“As long as everything’s okay with her” You spoke, still out of breath. The nurse turned to smile at you, before bringing your little baby over to you. You sat with your back against the bed. Your baby pressed against your chest, the nurse aiding you on breastfeeding, which your little girl didn’t take long to get a hold of. Erling’s eyes darted from you, to your baby.

The midwives had left the room after a short while, leaving you both to have a bit of privacy with your baby. Erling had learnt from the nurses that skin to skin contact was essential at the early stages. Once she had left the room, Erling came and sat down on the bed, just by your feet.

“Does daddy want a cuddle?” You spoke, smiling up at Erling, in which he nodded quickly, removing his shirt, ready to have the first cuddle with his daughter. You lifted your baby up, placing her on Erling’s chest. You swore you had never seen such a sight, one of Erling’s hands pretty much covered her whole body. He looked down at her with nothing but adoration for her.

“She’s perfect” He whispered, not wanting to startle the tiny baby in his hands. You moved yourself slowly to get out of the bed, letting the nurses know that you were ready to get yourself cleaned up.

Not long after, you had returned to the room after having a short shower, you found Erling still sitting on the edge of the bed, however he had moved the baby so he could cradle her in his arms.

“Have we come up with a name for her?” The nurse behind you asked. That’s when it hit you that after an hour or so, you still hadn’t come up with it. You had a few ideas in both your heads.

“Esme Haaland” You spoke, Erling’s face lighting up with his first choice name, he sent you a wide smile, in which you were quick to return.

“Welcome to the world little Esme” The nurse smiled, stepping over to Esme and stroking her cheek, before walking out of the room. Erling stood from the bed, noticing Esme asleep, he carefully put her down in the cot next to your bed. Standing over her for a minute, waiting for her to settle back. You wandered over to his side, the both of you looking down at your gorgeous daughter. Erling’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you into his side.

“I love you” He whispered, tilting his head to look at you. “And thank you. Thank you for bringing Esme into this world, I know it’s not been easy at all, but hopefully it’s all worth it now” He carried on, leaning down to give you a long kiss.

“She’s definitely more than worth it” You smiled into the kiss before looking back down into the cot, Esme relaxing.

“Go and have a sleep love, you’ll feel better when you do, I’ll keep my eye on her” Erling spoke softly, pressing a kiss to your temple, you yawned, walking back over to the bed, getting in slowly, Erling stepped away from the cot, leaving Esme to have a few moments of peace, he sat back down next to your bed, his eyes darting from you, who had fallen to sleep in a matter of minutes, and Esme, who was sleeping soundly. He could’ve slept for a few minutes, but he was happy watching the people who meant the whole world to him.

You had been let home the day after, the hospital checking you out as there were no issues at all. You had gotten Esme into her car seat with no problems, Erling carried her and your hospital bag all the way down to the car, he placed her seat in the back of the car, in which you went in the back too, sitting next to her.

It didn’t take long to get home, Erling driving much more carefully than you had ever seen him drive. Esme had wrapped her tiny hand around one of your fingers, your heart bursting with how small she was. Erling looked back at the both of you once he had parked the car, your face filled with the love you had for her. He had never been happier at this moment.

It was only when Erling got out of the car, that you realised you were home. Prying your finger away from her right grip, you slid out of the car as Erling took her out of the car seat, holding her to take her inside the house.

“I’ll take her to her room” Erling whispered to you once you were both inside the apartment. You thanked him quietly before locking the door behind you. You let out a deep sigh, walking into the living room, placing your bags down onto the floor. The sofa had never looked comfier, the tiredness in your body finally taking over you, however you found yourself walking in the direction of Esme’s room, stopping at the door frame as you heard Erling’s voice, a quiet one compared to the usual. The door slightly ajar, you stood next to it, listening in on what he was saying.

“You’re going to change our lives for the better, Ez, everything I do will be for you and your mama, I love you both so much. Your mum is such an amazing, beautiful woman, I’ll never repay her for bringing you into our world. She means everything to me, and I know she’s still nervous, but she’s gonna be the best mama to you” Slowly opening the door, your heart growing even more at the sight, Erling sat on the chair in the room, Esme cradled in his arms, his head turned at the sound of the door, his eyes softening as he saw you, nodding over for you to come and join him. You stepped over to him, moving one of his arms he pulled you onto his lap, moving Esme so he could hold the both of you. You got yourself comfy, one of your hands around his shoulder, your other hand going to Esme’s hand. Esme looked up at you with wide eyes, her little chubby face scrunching up as she yawned. “My girls” Erling spoke softly, tilting his head to give you a kiss.

You stayed cuddled up on the chair for a while, until Esme cried, letting you know that she was hungry. Erling stood up, letting you get yourself comfy and ready to breastfeed her. He passed her to you, she instantly started feeding from you, a smile making its way onto Erling’s face watching you adjusting to the new life of being a mother.

After she had been fed, you changed her, getting her into one of her many baby grows. She began yawning again, before drifting off to sleep, you placed her in the cot, Erling turned the baby monitor on, and the night lamps, you leant down placing a small kiss onto her forehead, before standing back straight and walking out of the bedroom, Erling walked behind you, closing the door softly. You made your own way down to your bedroom, popping the other baby monitor on your bedside table, watching as Esme slept silently. You got yourself up after a minute or so, heading to the bathroom to get yourself changed and ready for bed. You looked at yourself in the mirror, your baby bump, decreased in size but still there, it felt weird, 9 whole months of growing a baby, now she slept soundly in the next room. You felt bad leaving her in a room all by herself, but you knew that any movement or noise, the monitor would detect it, and you knew the times she needed to be fed and changed. There was no need for her to stay in your room. You were snapped out of your thoughts as Erling walked into the bathroom, standing behind you.

“How you feeling, love?” He asked quietly, his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

“Hm, in all honesty, happier than ever” You smiled at him through the mirror. “Of course I'm nervous, but we can do this can’t we?” Erling nodded, placing his chin on your shoulder, leaving a small kiss on your jaw.

“Of course we can min kjære, we’ve got this. I tell you what, you have the sleep tonight, you need it, I’ll wake up every few hours and go and see to her, I’ll make her a few bottles up and make sure she’s okay, don’t you worry about it for the next few days. You deserve a long rest darling” Erling spoke, you turned in his arms, one of your hands resting on his cheek.

“Are you sure Erling? You don’t need to, don’t you have training this week?” You asked him, not wanting him to ruin his schedule.

“Y/N, don’t worry about me at all, I’ve told Pep I won’t be in for the week, I’d much rather stay at home and look after my girls” He replied, making your face flush.

“I love you” You whispered, leaning in and giving him a long kiss, your lips molding together. Erling deepened the kiss, his tongue battling with your own in a heavy make out session, it wasn’t until you let out a moan that you knew that you couldn’t go any further with it yet. “Soon” You smirked at Erling, who gave a devious smile back at you.

“Can’t come any quicker, I’ve missed you” He smirked, and you instantly knew what he meant, you hadn’t even gotten close to having sex with each other for 2 months, longing and teasing touches was all you had. You were too exhausted every night to even do anything with him. Erling’s hands slid lower, landing on the soft flesh of your bum, squeezing your cheeks.

“I’ve missed you, so much, but a few more nights won’t kill you Erling” You laughed, kissing him again, but pulling away before he had time to react. Pulling away from his grip, Erling groaned as you wandered back into the bedroom, looking around for one of his shirts for you to sleep in. You had gotten changed and climbed into bed, finally getting yourself comfy, relaxing into the soft mattress. Until Esme started crying, you were quick to get yourself out of bed again, however Erling stopped you.

“I told you, I’ve got her.” He spoke. “Get back into bed, I’ll get her back to sleep and I’ll be right back to join you” You thanked him, before walking back over to the bed, watching on the baby monitor how Erling was so gentle with her, picking her tiny body up in his large arms, holding her close to his bare chest, it wasn’t long until she had settled again, Erling placing her back into the cot. You placed the monitor back onto the side, Erling walking back into the bedroom, he got himself changed into a pair of joggers before joining you in bed. He stretched out his arm, silently asking you to come and cuddle with him, you shuffled over to his body, cuddling into his side.

“Thank you” He whispered, looking at you as you completely relaxed.

“Hm, for what?” You looked up at him, your eyes drooping with sleep.

“For bringing Esme into our world, you’re so amazing, if there was anything I could do to repay you for the 9 months of hard work you’ve had, I’d do it in a heartbeat” He replied, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I know you would” You spoke truthfully, Erling was the best person throughout your pregnancy, all of the mood swings and the pain of it all, he was there, comforting you, bringing you anything you needed. You could tell he felt bad about you doing all of the work. You never once made him feel bad for getting you pregnant. He was there every appointment and scan, he took every opportunity he could when he scored to dedicate every goal to you, even if it was just a kiss blown up to your box, or a kiss to his marriage finger, even though you weren’t married yet, you knew that he was the one for you and vice versa. He was everything and more to you. There was no one that helped you as much throughout your pregnancy, and you’d never be able to thank him enough.

Erling kept his promise, the next few days, when Esme would wake up in the night, he would be up in an instant, helping her get back to sleep. He set his alarm every few hours, getting up and feeding her, changing her nappy and getting her back to sleep. He knew that you needed all the time in the world to rest, and he was more than happy to see his daughter's wide eyes as he spoke softly to her. You and Esme meant the whole world to him, and he was happy with doing everything he could to make sure he was what you and Esme deserved.

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