#My awful day got so much better the moment I opened that box

[caterpillarinacave]

Are there any other neurodivergent people who just love subscription boxes? Like, I can get a gift every month full of something tailored to my special interest for the price of Netlifx and Hulu? Sign me the fuck up.

[neoarchipelago]

Just saw a TikTok where a kid send their favorite stuff animal to his dad who's deployed. Just imagine this happening with 141 🥺 (I'm actually sending this to my favorite writers hoping I can get a cute scenario 😅)

That sounds adorable... I melted at the thought. Sorry it got very angst with Ghost but I'm feral for this man and I'd give him babies any time he wants.

Warning: slight NSFW, f!reader, angst and comfort

Price:

Price would frown but have a little smirk, watching the recruit hand him a cardboard box. His smile spreads when he notices figures of who it is from.

He wouldn't mind opening it in front of the team. They'd be busy bickering anyway.

He swears his heart stops for a second and he sees the soft thing. He could recognize it in the middle of the battlefield, the awful thought putting a ping of anger in his heart.

He'd be silent for a moment, looking at the round pink thing, his mind instantly wandering home, to you and your daughter.

He took the tiny note, scribbled a bit. "Keep you company daddy. Love, mom and me"

He swears he could cry right now.

He keeps it in his barracks, hidden so well no one ever glanced at it until he left. He wouldn't dare taking it with him, not wanting to soil it with he horrors of the battlefield.

He hugs it at night, until the day he returns, his daughter running to him as he holds the stuffed animal who kept his sanity strong.

He makes sure to worship you that night, thanking you silently for making him the happiest man on earth. In the morning you're sore but oh so happy. He whispers sweet nothings as he helps prepare breakfast, thanking you for giving him a daughter and home to come to.

Soap:

Soap would be thrilled to see the box for him. He wouldn't even wait to open it, under the amused gazes of the team.

He'd smile brightly at the sight of the little shark, immediately taking the note to read it out loud "to help you fight daddy!"

He run around the room, holding it up in the air, voicing to his team how happy he was, how proud of his son and how he absolutely loved you for giving him such a gift .

He'd keep it at all times at base. The round thing on the table in front of him during meetings.

He calls it Sergeant Sharky, everyone starting referring it by the same name.

At night he hold it tight, it's more intimate. He can let himself feel the way he misses home, almost tearing up. He knows you're waiting for him at home, probably preparing for his arrival.

He swears he's the happiest man alive.

When he gets home he tells stories of Sergeant Sharky on the battlefield (never anything gory) his boy being in absolute amazement over how his favorite stuffed animal was a hero with his dad.

He absolutely ravages you that night, almost begging you for another kid, begging to make him a daddy again. He just praises you for being the best mama, the best wife. He has you limping by morning as he holds his son, running around with him as he winks at you, subtly hinting to his son to ask you for a sibling.

Gaz:

I feel like gaz would open it with the team too. Though he'd be much more hidden and private about it.

He immediately smiles when he sees the little white bear inside of the box. He can't help the sadness and yearning he feels almost immediately.

The images of you, laughing in the morning as his son jumps on the bed to wake him up makes his throat burn slightly.

He found the indulging gaze of Price who noticed the fluffy thing.

He'd read the note to himself, hiding it from anyone's gaze.

"to take care of you daddy" he has to blink away the blurriness.

He'd be more secret about it, but as soon as his in his tent the toy is with him at all times. He finds himself sometimes talking to it. "Yeah... I miss home too. We'll go back to them."

He finds himself with a new strength, the battle almost feeling less heavy on him. He's doing it for you. For his son. To try and make the world a better place.

He almost runs home from the airport, throwing the front door open, bags dropping to the floor as you see him. Your mouth opens slightly, shocked, but he sees the relief in your eyes. He kisses you deeply, the sound of tiny running footsteps from the hallway making his heart stammer in his chest.

He's home. That night he makes love to you, lovingly, sweetly and with such love that you find yourself crying and clinging to him. He finds himself absolutely loving the way your son runs into the room by morning, waking him up. He doesn't give a shit how tired he is.

Ghost:

Oh god... Here I go...

When he's handed the box, he frowns. He immediately retreats to his tent to open it. He freezes when he sees the white and brown bunny.

He's scared to touch it. His gloves feel disgusting and tainted with horrors. He rips them off his hands, putting the box down on his bed to rush to wash his hands. They're clean, albeit sweaty but he just can't seem to shake away the feeling of blood on them.

When he finally let's himself touch the soft thing he holds it like it's the most fragile thing he ever touched. It shouldn't be here. So close to him when he's a monster right now.

The note breaks him. "Come back to us" it's your writing, she's too small to write. But there's a tiny sun scribbled in pencil next to it.

He rips off his mask bringing the bunny to his forehead as his head bows down, closing his eyes. He's crying. He feels guilty from being away from you. From his daughter. From home. Home that you allowed him, after he had thought he'd never be worthy of it.

It stays in his things. Hidden. He very rarely takes it out. Tries to not look at it too much. He's almost protecting it from even witnessing the base. Keeping it away from Ghost. That he tried to keep at the front door every time he came home.

When he gets home he needs time. It's always the same. He calls you, announcing that he is back. He takes 24h to remain on base, letting himself split from the battlefield. He needs time. You know it. You understood it.

When he gets home you notice something else this time. His eyes look at you with such adoration that you catch yourself almost hyperventilating. He often looks at you with love and care. But right now he looks at you like you were his goddess, his air and life essence. The same look he gives your daughter, like she's the only thing that ever matters to him.

He sits on the couch later, handing the bunny to his daughter who beams at the sight of her bunny back. He softly thanked her for sending the bunny to him. Softly explains that she should keep it home, it'd get dirty with daddy. You noticed the subtle message underneath his words. You want to hug him. But of course she understands. Such a clever girl.

He fucks you passionately and hard. He marks you with hickeys and bites, he gets lost in you, lost in your scent, the soft sheets are freshly clean. Your moans anchor him to his new found paradise.

He's got a small need to breed you again. But he'd talk to you about it. Beg on his knees if necessary, hoping that you'd be merciful to grant him another miracle. (As if he needed to do anything else but simply ask. Like you weren't the one who'd kneel for him if he asked.)

If you were the one to start the conversation, about, perhaps, maybe, if there was a chance, at some point "just spill it out love" "I want a baby... Again"

Absolutely feral. Literally throws your pill to the trash. It's on.

Doesn't let go of his daughter for days. She's in heaven as daddy holds her whenever she wants, reads her stories and plays with her. He keeps bending you over the nearest surface if she's napping or playing at a family's house (extremely rare, he's a protective wolf over her)

Spoils her rotten, he feels so guilty for leaving for such long periods of time. Spoils you as well.

[empress-simps]

Letters To My Lupin

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader CW: Occasional swearing but that’s about it. Genre: Fluff

Summary: Remus decided to find out who’s behind giving him little notes and chocolates ever since his fourth year at Hogwarts that made him fall in love.

Note: It’s time for my man’s fic! (Don’t let Regulus see this) This is just pure fluff guys (and self-indulgent tbh) please enjoy! I had so much fun making this! (The song I listened to while making this is Hey Lover! - Wabie, you guys might want to listen to it while reading this ;) ) Photos used are from Pinterest! Credits to the owner!

‘The man that you are, Remus Lupin. It honestly drives me crazy.’

Normally, this would be weird and downright creepy for other people if they receive this kind of note from an anonymous sender— but for Remus, it isn’t.

Remus feels his brows raise, a small smile grazes upon his lips, chuckling to himself as he folds up the small piece of paper and tucks it to his cardigan pocket, quite amused. It sort of became a part of his routine to receive letters and chocolates (mainly kisses) from his secret admirer almost every day since the start of their fourth year.

He found it weird at first, feeling a bit creeped out as he thought it was a bit stalkerish. He would find random notes to his bed with a Hershey’s kiss after taking a shower or when he got back from classes, on some occasions it will be delivered through the owl in the great hall (which was quite embarrassing in his opinion). He often catches himself waiting for the little note and chocolates to just magically appear wherever he is at the moment.

As time passed, he was actually looking forward to the little harmless notes he receives. It felt surprisingly good? Somehow, his heart fills with warmth and a smile subconsciously forms on his lips. He even has a small box hidden under his bed which was filled with the little notes you send him throughout the years.

It makes him feel like he could be loved; he’s worthy of being loved.

He took the Hershey’s chocolate bar that came along with the note, opening it and taking a bite. Seems like his secret admirer was feeling pretty generous today.

“Moony, can I have some?” Sirius asks, eyeing the chocolate in his friend’s hands.

“No. It’s mine.”

“Aw come on! Are you seriously still upset I just took one kiss from your not-so-hidden stash?! You’ve got loads of ‘em mate!” Sirius threw his arms up in the air, complaining. “It’s mine, Pads. Go buy yours.” He reasons out but breaking a piece off his chocolate bar and giving some to an awaiting and smug Sirius.

“It tastes better when it’s free,”

“Seems like Moony got a note, huh?” James teased, elbowing the tall werewolf as he saw the paper poking out of the pocket of Remus’ cardigan and the chocolate in his hands.

“What does it say, Moons?” Peter asked curiously.

Remus blushed, a shade of pink dusting his face as he shakes his head.

“Come on, Moony! You always used to tell us!” Sirius whines tugging Remus’ arm, shaking his dear friend. James laughed, a sudden glint in his eye. “Pads, stop it- “cue a protest from Sirius. “Our Moony’s blushing!” James teased in a sing song voice. “Oh sod off, Prongs!” Remus retorts back.

“You think we don’t notice mate?”

Remus fell silent, flustered. Prongs caught him off guard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Prongs- “

“You’re in love, Moony.” Sirius cuts him off, smiling cheekily at one of his best mates. Remus raised an eyebrow and “You think I would fall for a person who sends me letters anonymously?”

“Well, yes?” Sirius smiled sheepishly as Remus shot him an unimpressed look. “You’re secretly a hopeless romantic, Moony. Don’t think we don’t notice you reading those romance books when you thought no one is looking.” Peter joined in, smiling.

He just sighs, rubbing his hands on his face. He can’t deny it, they’re right. It makes him feel stupid that he felt attraction to whoever is sending letters to him, but he can’t help it.

“Y/n, you’re seriously going to make the poor boy have diabetes by the time he turns 21.” Your friend shakes her head, seeing the overflowing number of chocolates scattered on your bed as you decide what to give him throughout the week.

“He just looks so adorable; I can’t help it!” You reasoned out, finally picking up the Reese cups at the foot of your bed and deciding you (more like your owl) will give it to him tomorrow.

“Merlin’s beard, Y/n! You’re so fucking in love with Remus Lupin. You’ve probably already spent hundreds of galleons already just to get your hands on muggle chocolate.” She told you, knowing that you bribed one of your muggle born classmates to buy you some during the break.

“Not hundreds, probably around a thousand?” You shrugged, grabbing a quill and a piece of parchment, smiling to yourself as you write. “Y/n! You’ve got to be kidding me!” Your friend exclaimed, stunned.

“Eh, it’s alright.” You waved her off, folding the piece of parchment and attaching the chocolate to it.

“I’m seriously gonna tell Sirius one of these days that you’re the one who sends love letters to his friend.”

“And I’m also gonna seriously tell him that you secretly wish you would date each other.”

Remus stared at the Reese Cup and note that was delivered in front of him as he ate breakfast in the great hall. A small smile crept through his lips as he opened the note. ‘I hope you like Reese cups :) Have a great day!’

The owl hoots, trying to get Remus’ attention. “Ah yes, I almost forgot. Sorry!” He took out a treat, feeding it to the owl before grabbing the little note he made, tying it securely so it wouldn’t fall. “Give that to your owner, yeah?” The owl then flew away.

“Finally making a move, Moony?” Sirius asked, smirking as he saw the whole interaction. “I guess? I need to find out who’s been sending them before we graduate, because I might never get the chance to.”

“Oh my Merlin! You wouldn’t believe it! Remus just sent me a letter!” You exclaimed, entering your dorm room, expecting your friend to be there.

Well she is, but two things were out of the ordinary: A boy was in your dorm room hanging out with your friend, and it was Sirius Black. Your stomach dropped. “Ah shit.” You mumbled, feeling the heat creep up your cheeks. You couldn’t even look at him, worried he’ll tease you and you just might combust from the utter embarrassment you’re feeling.

“I see you’re the one who’s sending our Moony little notes?” He grinned, acknowledging you. All you could do was mutter a small “Yeah.” wanting the castle floors to swallow you whole now.

“It’s alright, Y/n. I’m pretty sure he’s already head over heels for you. He might just marry you then and there when you finally decide to meet him.” Sirius chuckles.

“Sirius! What does it say, Y/N?” Your friend asks, clearly happy and eager for you.

“He wants to meet me,” You blushed as Sirius whistled and your friend squeals.

“That’s my Moony!”

“That’s great! When?”

You gulped, “Later evening, an hour before our Astronomy class shared with Gryffindors.”

To say that you were nervous was an understatement. Your felt your heart rate pick up every time you heard footsteps echoing, getting closer to your meeting place for it to only pass by. You kept having these mini heart attacks every now and then as you patiently waited for Remus to (hopefully) arrive.

“Y/n?” A voice called out, making you turn your head in that direction.

Remus felt his world stop, seeing the girl who took his breath away since they were first years. You offered him a nervous smile as he slowly walked towards her.

He would never admit it, but he secretly pictured you to be the one that was writing notes and giving him those chocolates that made his day. It was probably the main reason why he felt attracted to the person behind the notes and chocolates he receives. Although he made himself believe it was far from the truth, there is no way you would’ve done those when there were more good-looking guys other than him.

Except it was real. You’re standing in front of him and looking up with those eyes of yours that seem to enchant him and make him fall for you even deeper. “Hi, Rems.” Biting your lip nervously, calling him by the nickname you gave him in your letters.

 Merlin, maybe Sirius is right; he might marry you right there and then.

[imaginemalereader]

Anonymous request: Imagine dating Will and him taking care of you when you get sick

"Will, honestly, it's just," you paused as you felt a sneeze coming on, "a cold." You managed to finish your sentence before sneezing loudly.

Will was clearly hearing none of your protests. He had gone full doctor mode, in spite of the fact that you were so certain this was nothing more than the common cold.

He pressed his hand to your forehead, for probably the fifth time in the last hour.

"Your temp's a little elevated." He said. You could have sworn he was making a chart on his phone.

"Maybe my head's warm because you keep touching it." You retorted.

Will gave you a look. The head tilt, raised eyebrow look that was clearly meant to ask 'which one of us has a medical degree?' It was cute, albeit slightly condescending, not that you could really mind.

"Okay, okay." You relented a little before reaching out and holding his hand. "Will," you said, drawing his attention and finally getting him to look you in the eyes as a partner and not as a doctor, "I appreciate you taking care of me, but you can relax a little. I promise."

Will searched your eyes before giving that cute little smile of his and nodding a little.

"I'll make you a deal," he said, "you let me take your temperature, get a new box of tissues out here, and get you some cough drops,"

"This better have a good deal for me at the end." You interrupted as he listed what he wanted to do. He smiled again before continuing.

"Then you can pick whatever show you want to watch, and I will sit here on the couch with you and offer no medical advice unless you ask for it."

That was a pretty tempting deal. Will had needed to give you some space the first day you were sick since he had to work and he couldn't very well be bringing a cold into the ED. But, he had tomorrow off and was not apparently willing to risk the germs.

"You've got yourself a deal." You said decisively.

"Good. Don't go anywhere." He said, standing up to go get his supplies.

"Uh-huh, right. I'm a real Usain Bolt right now." You said, looking down at your sprawled position on the couch, wrapped comfortably and messily in a blanket or possibly two (you weren't sure at this point).

Will chuckled at your response as he walked away. He did what seemed to be a larger lap of the apartment than necessary but he was soon back with the new tissues, a whole bag of cough drops, a thermometer, and something he was hiding behind his back.

"Will, what's that?" You asked.

"Don't worry about it." He said with a little smirk. "Now open up."

Your curiosity piqued, there was nothing to do but comply at the moment. You opened your mouth and Will put the thermometer in, letting you hold it in place. Shortly, it beeped and Will took it out to read.

"99.1." He said. "I guess it isn't that elevated."

"See, told you."

"You did, you were right." He conceded, much to your pleasure.

"So, are you going to show me what it is you're hiding?" You asked.

Will brought his hand forward as he sat down on the couch next to you, offering you a box of your favorite crackers he must have grabbed from the pantry.

"I know you haven't been that hungry, but I thought you could use a snack."

You smiled up at him gratefully. It was really sweet that he'd thought of that actually. And given that you hadn't been off the couch in a few hours, you were in fact in need of some food.

"Aw, thanks Will." You said, leaning over to give him a quick peck on the cheek. "You're a good boyfriend."

"So are you." He said, kissing your forehead. "But you do make a terrible patient."

"Yeah well I hear you do too."

Will shook his head, even though he couldn't deny it and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close to him. Maybe he was a little overly cautious with you, but it was always better to be safe than sorry, especially when it came to you. It wasn't like he could let his medical skills go to waste, even if you did have something as minor as a cold.

[callalillywrites]

His Scarred Omega Part 1

Alpha!Bucky really put me in a chokehold the past couple of days. I wasn't even trying to write his story just yet. Was actually trying write a one-shot that would happen after the main story, but yeah, he quite changed my mind and this feverish, 7-part story came to be in two days.

This is set in the same universe as Their Sweet Omega (aka It Takes All Packs to Make It Work). You don't really have to read that story first, which features Alpha!Jake Jensen with Beta!Pre-serum Steve Rogers and their Omega!Reader, but I would love it so much if you did. They hold my heart as much as Bucky does.

Relationship: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 1450

Summary: While helping out his friends, Bucky makes a shocking discovery. He's got a daughter he never knew existed.

Warnings: not much in this part beyond one shell-shocked Bucky

A/N: I wrote this story really fast as I mentioned above. It’s proofread but all mistakes are my own.

I also do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other sites or fed into an AI machine.

*****

Bucky is a weak man.

He really is.

All it takes a pretty face making those awful puppy eyes at him, and he’s putty in Angel’s hands.

She doesn’t play fair, either, enlisting Steve’s equally effective puppy-dog eyes.

Bucky kowtows in less than five seconds though he’ll forever say it took more than that to get him to agree to help them.

Spooky Season is right around the corner.

Angel and Steve feel bad for telling Jake he can’t buy any more big decorations for their home. It’s already overflowing as it is, but they do know he’s been eyeing a couple of pieces. He really is the best Alpha for them as Jake’s constantly doting on them and taking such good care of them.

One of said pieces is what Angel and Steve have wrangled Bucky into this whole mess.

They drag him to the store to pick up said piece, needing his Alpha strength and build since the piece weighs more than the two of them combined plus some. No way they can get it home, let alone carry it into their home. Delivery isn’t an option, either, without paying triple what the item costs.

So, he’s there and eyeing the piece with them.

A few grumbles come out under his breath. “I’m holding you to your promise, Angel.”

Angel simply smiles at him, knowing she still has his help and nods. “I haven’t forgotten. Name the date, and I’ll be there. We’ll take down that ogre boss together.”

“Your truck will hold this, won’t it, Buck?” Steve can’t help asking, seeing the piece himself and having his own doubts about this plan he and Angel came up with for Jake.

Bucky eyes the box holding the piece for another few moments before he finally nods. “It’ll be a tight fit, but I’ll make it work.”

With that, the trio begin working on pulling the giant statue from the low shelf and onto the flatbed cart they snagged from an employee.

With that successfully done, Angel quickly grabs up a spare ticket for the cashier to scan since the barcode is poorly placed on the bottom of the box. Not something they’re going to want to deal with and slow down the few lanes open at this time of day.

“I’ll go ahead and pay for it if you two want to start making your way to the truck,” Steve says, taking the ticket from Angel and rushing off before she can think to argue.

Bucky bites back a smile when he sees and hears Angel huff at Steve’s retreating back.

“The punk is gone, Angel,” he says.

“He promised we’d split this gift.” Angel turns back to Bucky with a look he’s come to understand all too well in the almost two years he’s known her now. He does his best to brace himself as she grabs the front of the flatbed cart. “Time to do some extra shopping, I guess. If I can’t use my money on Jake, then I’m going to use it on Stevie.”

Shaking his head, Bucky knows better than to try and dissuade her at this point. “How are you going to hide this gift from him when he’s with us?”

Rather than answer, Angel just gives him a mischievous look that has him bracing for whatever he’s about to witness.

He can’t help wondering how Jake handles these two most days as Angel drags him towards the art supply aisles of the store. A basket somehow ends up in the crook of her arm where she’s already tossing several items within it. How that happened, he can and will never be able to explain.

Within five minutes, she has the basket overflowing with supplies.

Bucky can make out a lot of the brands that Steve really likes, including some of the more expensive items that Steve only splurges occasionally to get himself.

When Angel is satisfied with her overflowing basket, she grabs hold of the flatbed and helps him maneuver toward the front of the store again.

Seeing the satisfied grin on her face, Bucky can’t help wondering if he’ll ever find someone who wants to spoil him as much as Angel, Steve, and Jake spoil each other. That’s the kind of love Bucky wants, but he’s not sure it’ll ever be in the cards for him.

It’s on their way back that they overhear a young girl, probably no older than 8 or 9 as she whined about one of the latest costume trends. “All the girls are going as Harley Quinn this year, Auntie. Please? Please?”

The woman’s voice niggles at Bucky as he overhears the woman say, “You can go as a butterfly or a witch, but I draw the line at Harley, Gracie. We can talk about Harley when you’re older.”

“Mama would’ve let me go as Harley,” the young girl named Gracie grouses back. “I wish she was here instead of you.”

Bucky isn’t sure why or how it’s possible, but it’s like he can feel the disappointment and sadness of the woman at the young girl’s words. No doubt the woman is an Omega, but he’s never had such a reaction to someone like this before. He briefly wonders if Jake has had this reaction with either Angel or Steve before. A mental note is made to ask Jake later about it.

When they round the corner, Bucky gets his first glimpse of the Omega and the young girl named Gracie.

He forgets how to breathe as he takes in the familiar features of a woman he never thought to see again. A woman who’d been little more than a young lady when he last saw her.

Has it really been almost ten years since he’s seen her?

Yet, it’s not the Omega from his past that captures his focus as much as Gracie does.

The little girl’s appearance is enough to send Bucky to his knees.

It’s not possible.

It can’t be.

Yet, there’s no denying this Gracie looks just like him. The same dark hair. The same crystal blue eyes. Even her nose and mouth match his as they pout up at her aunt.

“You okay, Buck?” Angel asks, her gaze going between him and the Omega with the little girl. “Bucky?”

Her questions don’t go unnoticed, either, as the Omega turns her attention to them. Her eyes widen and her lip instantly goes between her teeth. A gesture that Bucky recalls she does when she’s feeling guilty about something.

No one speaks for another full minute.

At least, not until Steve happens upon them and sees the Omega.

“Sapphire, is that really you?” Steve asks before his gaze drops to the little girl.

Bucky knows he’d be laughing at Steve’s comically shocked expression if he could just get the ability to breathe and function back into his own body.

“Who is this?” Steve finally asks with a soft smile at the little girl. He holds out his hand to the little girl and introduces himself.

“I’m Gracie.”

She adds her last name as she takes Steve’s hand.

Steve’s gaze bounces between Gracie and Bucky. It’s clear he’s coming to the same conclusions Bucky already has made at seeing the little girl.

Gracie is his kid, and Dot is her mother.

Dot, the woman who broke his heart all those years ago with a Dear John letter. The same woman who has given birth to his child and never bothered to tell him.

“So, I think we need to talk,” her aunt says, her gaze never leaving Bucky.

Bucky nods, drawing on his inner alpha to help him regain control of himself.

“Yeah, we do.”

He wants answers, and he’s going to make sure he gets them one way or another.

“Tomorrow at noon?” her aunt asks, naming a quiet café not too far from the store.

Bucky nods again, then turns his attention to Gracie.

A small smile grows on his features as she’s lost interest in Steve and has turned her attention to him. Her eyes study him in a way that he knows he’s done with others throughout his life. She’s taking note of everything about him, and he can only hope he doesn’t end up disappointing her.

Whatever doubts he might have, they disappear the longer he and Gracie measure each other.

She’s his.

When she holds out her little hand to him, he has to swallow the emotions clogging his throat as she introduces herself. It takes him a few tries before he can tell her his name in return.

Now, he has to make sure he doesn’t lose any more time than he’s already lost with her.

*****

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Life in the City 5

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bad friends, creep behaviour, abuse of power dynamics, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You move to the big city and find yourself swallowed up by its chaos.

Characters: Clark Kent, Thor Odinson, short!reader

Note: Heloooooo.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you. No tag list, do not ask for updates.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

As promised, you’re shown to your new office by the end of the day. You put your meagre box of belongings on the desk and unpack a piece at a time. Isn’t an exhaustive task so you take your time. 

You put your watermelon post-its by the base of the monitor’s pedestal and your cell phone screen lights up. It’s been buried in your bag for much of the day but you took it out to reconnect to your work accounts. Melanie’s name fills the top of the screen. You still haven’t responded to her since the weekend. 

You swipe up your phone and cross the office. You answer as you shut the door, eking out a tiny hello as you turn back and bite your thumb. You pace aimlessly as your stomach knots. You don‘t think you’re mad at her, just embarrassed about how it all turned out. She knows how many times your excitement was burnt to disappointment, you hoped she wouldn’t have added to your pile ashes. 

“Hey, girl, you busy? I’ve been calling you all week.” 

It’s Tuesday, you think to yourself. 

“I’m sorry, I just have a lot going on at work--” 

“That’s great,” she interrupts, “did you see my texts? I really am sorry about the other night. You know, I was stressed. Clark was out of town for his job and I hadn’t seen him all week. Really, I didn’t forget about you, I just thought we were meeting Saturday, not Friday.” 

Your mouth slants as you weigh her excuse. You don’t know if you believe her but it could be true. How long have you been friends? Doesn’t she deserve the benefit of the doubt?

“Everyone gets busy,” you say with a brittle laugh, “I totally get it. Next time I’ll be clearer, that’s all. Make sure there’s no misunderstanding.” 

“Of course,” her voice is trills and is overly affected, “I just wanted to check in since Clark said you were so upset.” 

“He did?” You frown as you stop by the desk and take your stapler out of the box. 

“Uh, yeah, he did. So, in the future, if your upset, you can just let me know, hon,” her tone drips like syrup, “we’re friends, aren’t we? I mean, it’s a big city and we gotta stick together.” 

“Erm, sure, I’m sorry, I didn’t think... I wasn’t upset. I didn’t say anything, you know, I was just tired.” 

“Whatever, hon, it’s behind us now, isn’t it? You forgive me?” She pauses, waiting. 

“Y-yeah?” You answer. 

“Aw, that’s so wonderful,” she chimes, “anyway, you sound busy. You must be working so I’ll let you go. Ciao.” 

She hangs up and you hold the phone to your ear for a moment after the line dies. That was weird. Like she wasn’t really talking to you, but more putting on a show for someone. Strange. 

You drop your arm and a knock comes at the door. You wince and put your phone screen down. You face the door and fold your hands. 

“Uh, who is it?” You call out. 

The door opens and a throat clears, “just me,” Thor says as he enters, “wanted to be sure you got some of the leftovers.” 

He has a container in his hands. You try to blow off the tension and force a smile. You drop your arms straight and drag a finger up and down the seam of your pants. 

“Thanks, that’s too sweet,” you chirp. 

“Ah, I made sure to get you some cinnamon cookies,” he nears and offers the container. 

“Oh, my, I shouldn’t,” you accept the box. 

“You shouldn’t?” He wonders, “you’re not on some diet, are you? You hardly need one.”  

You laugh nervously, “oh, no,” you back up and spin to put the container on the desk. You go back and reach into the box, “I just... I have a rotten sweet tooth, you know? Sugar keeps me up.” 

“Mmm, well, you should indulge. Enjoy. Nothing wrong with allowing yourself the small things,” he goads, “so,” he claps his hands, the sound making you jump, “your office. How do you like it?” 

He looks around theatrically as he pivots. You take out your small blue mug with the teddy bear on it and follow his gaze, “it’s nice. Big.” 

“Yes, I suppose you don’t take up much space,” he remarks, “if you need any supplies, you can just let me know.” 

“Oh, um, I shouldn’t. I... I could just contact finance--” 

“Come to me,” he insists, “accounting takes too long.” 

“Okay,” you agree. 

“Are you excited?” He asks as he turns to you. 

“Sure,” you answer. 

“Mm,” he hums, “you’re sweet, but I don’t want you to stress. If there’s anything overwhelming me, don’t be afraid to let me know.” 

“I know, thank you, Mr. Odinson.” 

“Thor,” he corrects you with a wink, “you don’t know want to know Mr. Odinson.” He grins and you look at him blankly, “my father. He’s an old grump.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you put the cup down and rub your palms together, “it’s been a long day.” 

“It has indeed,” he checks his watch, “you’re almost done... I should let you finish.” He flicks his finger towards your desk, “tomorrow, the heavy lifting begins.” 

“Yeah,” you murmur. 

“Don’t forget your treats,” he points to the container, “you’ve earned it.” 

“Right, thanks again,” your smile trembles as fatigue nips at the corner of your eyes. 

“See you tomorrow morning,” he avows before he spins and goes to the door. 

You return your attention to the box as you sense him hovering at the threshold. You think he’s looking at you but you’re too nervous to check. Finally, the door closes and you exhale and close your eyes. You can’t believe how much today has taken out of you and the days to come promise much of the same. 

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You yawn as you come out of your building, eyelids heavy and itchy as you rub them with your knuckles. You hitch up your bag as you turn down the sidewalk and cross to the stop on the other side of the street. You barely slept through the anxiety and anticipation. The unknown stresses you out more than anything and you really have no idea what you’re walking into. 

You let your head lean back as you give another silent roar of fatigue. You roll your shoulders and urge yourself to wake up. You got to get with it. You can’t show up at the office half-asleep. 

The whir of an engine approaches and you look towards the direction of the bus route. Its too quiet to be a bus. Instead, there’s a vaguely familiar car that slows instead of passing. You squint and cross your arms defensively. You have to keep reminding yourself this is the city. 

The window rolls down as you bounce on your feet awkwardly, “hey,” your name rises in the deep timbre. 

You bend and find Clark smiling at you. Of course! That’s why you recognised his car. 

“Heyyyy,” you say, “what are you doing... here?” 

“Working on a story, actually. Was in the area and... what timing, huh?” He pushes his shoulder up as he keeps one hand on the steering wheel, “you on your way to work?” 

“Yup,” you answer brightly, swallowing another yawn, “bus should be here soon.” 

“The bus? Get in, I’ll give you a ride.” 

“Oh, no, you don’t have to... that’s too far.” 

“Where do you work?” 

“Tempest,” you answer. 

“Tempest? That’s right by the paper. I’ll take you, no problem.” 

“Really?” Your brows arch dramatically, “that’s so nice of you.” 

“Of course,” he pats the passenger seat and the door unlocks with a loud click.

“I owe you one." You open the door and get in, tempted to melt into the seat. It’s so much better than the stiff ones on the bus. Ugh, your head is tenuous at best. It could start pounding at any minute. 

“How are you?” Clark asks as you buckle in. 

“Alright,” you repress yet another yawn, “how are you? How’s Melly?” 

“Melly?” He chuckles, “she’s fine, I think. I'm... fine too.” 

“Oh...” you twiddle your fingers in your lap as he slowly leans on the gas and pulls away from the curb, “just fine?” 

“Yeah, yeah, we’ve just been... talking a lot. You know, relationship stuff,” he drives with one hand, combing his other through his hair. 

“Ah, right,” you nod, “hopefully it’s okay.” 

“Huh,” he scoffs and puts his other hand on the wheel, “you’re a good friend.” 

“I... guess,” you shrug. “I... I just think Melanie really likes you.” 

“Oh, I know she does,” he laughs, “doesn’t keep her from being... how she is. I like her too but we both know she can be very demanding.” 

“She can be,” you agree, “but I think that’s just her personality. Sometimes I wish I could be more like her.” 

“Why would you want that?” he asks. 

“Er...” 

“I just mean, you’re you. Everyone’s different right and you’re just so sweet,” he says, “this world has enough Melanies.” 

“Maybe,” you turn your head and cover your mouth as you yawn at the window. 

“I’m dying for a coffee,” Clark says, his tone shifting smoothly with the topic, “how about you? Green tea?” 

You look at him. He remembers your order? You rub your cheek and drop your hand to your lap. 

“I’m okay, but thank you--” 

“Really, it’s no big deal,” he flips the blinker on, “I need an espresso so, how about it? Iced, hot?” 

You bite the inside of your lip. You really could use a boost. You don’t often get the chance. Your bus ride is too long to factor in a cafe run. 

“Could I get a matcha latte, iced? I have some change,” you open your bag and shove your hand inside. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he waves you off. 

“Really, you’re giving me a ride. The least I can do--” 

“The least you can do is let me buy your drink,” he insists, “because I kinda have a big favour to ask you.” 

“You do?” 

“Yeah, uh, it’s for Melanie. You must know her birthday is coming up.” 

“Yeah, I know--” 

“I really wanna work through things with her and I figured if I threw her a party, maybe it’s better than all this talking,” he joins the queue for the drive thru, “and you’ve known Melanie a lot longer than me so you’re like an expert. Do you think you could help me out?” 

“A birthday party? Well, I... could try. Mel’s always been the one into parties and planning and all that.” 

“I’m not good at it either but you know what she likes. I could use help at least with colours or whatever,” he suggest, “I mean, obviously, you don’t have to. I’m not going to blackmail you with a car ride and a latte.” 

You laugh rockily, “well, I could try. It wouldn’t be so bad and I should do something special. We’re both finally living in the same city. Maybe this would help with us too.” 

“Us? You and... Mel?” 

You give him a look then look through the windshield. You fidget as he rolls up to the speaker and orders. You wait until he’s done. 

“Things were awkward the other day when I crashed your date night,” you say, “I’m sure you caught on.” 

“Yeah, yeah, she wasn’t very gracious,” his tone lowers sharply. 

“It’s okay. She didn’t mean anything. I’m not upset--” 

“Did she apologise?” He asks abruptly. 

“Uh, yeah, of course, but she doesn’t have to--” 

“I think you deserve the apology,” he interrupts again. “You know, you don’t deserve to be walked all over like that. Hell, if I had friend like you, I think I’d treat you a lot better.” 

“I’m not upset,” you assure him, his mood making you uneasy. It’s flattering he would be so upset on your behalf but you’d rather just put it all behind you, “she said sorry, it’s all good.” You wiggle your foot as you think, “alright, I can help with the party.” 

“Ah, yes, you’re a life saver,” he pulls up to the window and pays. He gets the drinks and hands you the matcha before he slips his in the cup holder, “great, I’ll get your number and we can throw around ideas when you have a chance.” 

“Oh, yeah, sure, I could...” the cup soaks your hands in condensation, chilling you, “I’ll do my best. I have a new assignment at work so I’ll be a bit tied up.” 

“No problem, whenever you can. Hope you don’t mind if I send you a couple of pictures I saw,” he says, “tryna come up with a vision, you know?” 

“That’s cool,” you pause to sip the matcha, nearly sighing at the refreshing flow that coats your stomach, “thank you so much for the tea.” 

“Any time,” he says as he pulls out into the street, “anything you need at all.” 

[exhaslo]

Hi! hello! Can I request a side story #2 for puzzle pieces? Im sorry but the series is just so good!! can I request where wifey is finally pregnant and miguel is going FERAL, like he is down bad. Pls?

also if you like, add where the baby comes, ok bye!

Don't be sorry! I love writing extra Puzzle Pieces content!!

Warning: Fluff, mentions of sex, language

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Finally.

Your fingers trembled slightly as you held the pregnancy test in your hands. Your nervous smile growing wider by the second as you thought of ways to tell your loving husband, Miguel. Your heart rate pounding faster as you could just imagine your future with a little Miguel running around.

Finally.

All those nights of Miguel bullying your body paid off. The thought made your face grow flustered. Stepping out of the bathroom, you gripped onto the pregnancy test, wondering how you were going to tell Miguel.

Should you be cheesy and give him a bunch of baby food or put a bun in the oven? Maybe you should just tell him? Pouting at the thought, you wanted to be just a little clever towards Miguel.

"Oh! Oh! I know!!"

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It took a few days for you order to arrive. Unable to stop smiling, you placed the box in the living room and waited for Miguel to return home. He had you take the day off since you weren't feeling too well. You blamed the morning sickness on some small food poisoning.

A bad idea since Miguel was about to have his men raid the restaurant the two of you went too. You had to beg him not too, especially since it was a white lie.

Sighing at the thought, you quickly pushed it away as you heard the door open. Hurrying over, you smiled towards an exhausted Miguel.

"Welcome home~" You cooed, spreading your arms out for a hug.

"Aye, que vista (what a sight)," Miguel hummed, burying himself into your embrace, "Are you feelings better, my little bunny?" He asked, inhaling your scent.

"Hehe, I am. Are you hungry? I made dinner...and I have a surprise for you~"

"Oh? Can I have the surprise now?" Miguel chuckled, finding you adorable.

You gave Miguel a pout, but after a bunch of little kisses and hand roaming, you caved. Miguel kept his hands on your waist, kissing the back of your neck as you brought him to the couch. Whines and whimpers escaped your lips as you tried to get serious.

"M-Miggy, the puzzle," You complained.

"Sorry, sorry, mi amor (my love). Can't wait to see what you have in store for me,"

You giggled as you sat on Miguel's lap, working on the puzzle with him. You felt his breathe against your neck as he hummed every now and then. You shuddered softly when Miguel groaned softly as the word, 'baby' was formed.

"(Y/N), are you-"

"Awe, finish the puzzle,"

Miguel just chuckled as he pinned you to the couch. His eyes sparkling in awe as he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. His words and feelings expressed with each moment of his body and hands.

"Thank you."

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Miguel was going crazy. It had been a few months since you announced your pregnancy to him. Miguel was spoiling the shit out of you. Making sure you got everything you wanted, taking care of your every whim.

If you were craving something, Miguel would get it. If your feet hurt, Miguel would massage them. Miguel was going to do everything for you.

Currently, you were at home with a big belly, being taken care of by Jessica. As much as Miguel wanted to be home with you, he still had a job to do and a mafia to run.

That, and Miguel was having a hard time resisting you. You looked so perfect with your big belly. His child inside you, growing. The thought made Miguel want you more and more. He wished for you to have their child already to Miguel could put another one in you.

"Fuck, I need to focus," Miguel grumbled.

Miguel needed to calm these thoughts. He felt like a beast wanting to devour you. How could he resist though? You always looked at him with needy and lustful eyes, whining and begging for any little thing. It was so cute.

"Soon. Soon."

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When it was close to your due date, Miguel took off of work and hovered over you. He had his men ready at any moment to make sure there was a clear path to the hospital for your baby. Miguel wanted to make sure everything went smoothly.

"Miggy," You whimpered, holding his hand, "You're more worried than me, hehe."

"I just want to make sure everything is smooth." Miguel pecked your forehead, stroking your hand, "I can't wait to see our child."

"Mhm~ Same~" You cooed then groaned, gasping softly, "M-Miguel...ah....m-my...hn, my water-"

"On it!"

Miguel easily picked you up, calling out to Lyla who was on speed dial. Carefully, but quickly, Miguel carried you to his car, making sure you made it to the hospital.

You were crying and breathing heavily as Miguel held your hand. His focus and attention all on you as he whispered sweet nothingness in his ear. You cried, gripping his hand tightly,

"M-Miguel! It hurts!"

"Shh, I know, baby. I know. You're doing such a good job." Miguel whispered, kissing your hand.

You cried until you reached the hospital. Miguel hurried beside you as the nurses took over. He didn't leave your side for even a second. His hand holding yours as you pushed, cried and screamed.

"AH!!!"

After one last scream and push, you breathed heavily as cries filled the room. Miguel stroked your hair and kissed your head, whispering you a good job. The nurses went to clean the baby before returning the child to the two of you.

"M-Miguel," You panted softly, "Look, our baby~ Hehe,"

"Good job," Miguel hummed, kissing you, "Such a good girl,"

Stroking your hair, you just smiled as you held your baby. The doctors congratulated the two on you on a healthy baby boy before leaving. The nurses stayed to clean you up, before transferring you to another room and the baby to the baby room.

To your request, Miguel got on the bed and cuddled you as you rested. Exhausted took over your system as you fell asleep in his arms. Miguel hummed happily, kissing your head.

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By the time you woke up, you were still exhausted, but also relieved. A smile formed against your lips as you looked up at your husband. Miguel was watching the news, his hands stroking your hair every now and then.

"How's our baby?"

"Healthy," Miguel responded and pecked your forehead, "How are you?"

"Tired. When can we go home?"

"Soon, baby. I know you don't like hospitals." Miguel hummed and chuckled lowly, "That much of a hurry to go home and make another baby?"

"M-Miguel!" You squeaked, covering your face in his chest, "H-How long have you....b-been ready for another one?"

"Months." Miguel said with a soft groan, nibbling against your ear, "You've been so fucking tempting."

"Miggy!" You whined softly.

Miguel just chuckled, pulling you close as he whispered dirty thoughts into your ear.

He was ready for another child.

And he wasn't going to wait much longer. Not after holding back for the last few months.

"Ah, amor, I'm going to treat you so good after doing such a good job."

"Miguuuuuuel!"

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I hope you enjoyed! Puzzle Pieces is always fun to write! Also, you all might like my new series:

Over-Time

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You are who you eat

Dexter Morgan x Reader

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: You and Dexter finally take the next step in your relationship, but as the saying goes one step forward and three steps back

Part 6

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As the sun came up I did end up getting called in to help at the cabin, thankfully I was already there. I helped set up the computers and mini lab that they’d brought from the station, it wasn’t very difficult but it was busy work that allowed me to get a better look at what happened without looking out of place. I had even received my own jacket which was nice, I finished setting up the last computer and kind of just stood off to the side unsure what else I could be doing right now. I wandered around looking at all the debris until I found Dexter, but just as I was about to talk to him both of us were called back to work. I sighed and just planned on calling him later.

I was sent home for the day since I’d already incurred more overtime than they liked, not that I was complaining it was kind of boring being there anyway. Besides as far as I was concerned Doakes was burned to death in that fire, unfortunate as it was but I was trying not to think about it. Guilt was a nasty emotion that eats away at you, I hated it and busied myself with other things. It had already been a day since the cabin fire, it was now Monday my usual day off. I lounged around in my pajamas on the couch doing the crossword puzzles in the newspaper as I sipped from my cup of coffee, I was surprised when there was a knock at my door. I set my coffee and newspaper down and got up, I stood in the mirror for a moment tidying my appearance slightly before opening the door.

I was greeted by a smiling Dexter who held a box of donuts in one hand and an envelope, I eyed him curiously and opened the door wider welcoming him inside. He set the donuts down on my dining table and handed me the envelope, he seemed unsure of himself like every action he was taking was new to him. His face remained neutral albeit I swore I could see the faint bit of hesitation in his eye, but I was drawn away from my thoughts as he spoke.

“I figured you liked notes with how many you sent to me, so I decided the best way to say this was through one as well. I’m not much of a baker so I brought donuts.” He gestured to the note prompting me to read it.

I opened the envelope and of course, there was a letter inside, I sat down at the dinner table and began to read the note.

“Last night was a mess but it solidified one thing in my mind, I want someone by my side who is clever, likeminded, and gorgeous. So I knew the first thing I needed to do was ask you to be mine. Would you like to become my girlfriend?”

The note was short and to the point but just as much as I expected out of Dexter of all people, despite that he hadn’t failed at being charming and I smiled as I set the note down on the table. I stood and wrapped Dexter in a hug startled him as he had become lost in his thoughts waiting for me to read the note. After a moment he hugged back and we stood there for a few moments basking in each other's warmth despite how warm it was here in Maimi. I pulled away after a moment and composed myself, I grabbed a donut out of the box.

“Of course, I’ll be your girlfriend, who knew you could be so sweet?”

“I certainly didn’t, that’s the first time I’ve ever written a love letter.”

“Awe I’m your first! I’ll cherish this forever, Dexter.” I took a bite from my donut and held the note close to my chest before walking to the fridge and hanging it up.

“You don’t have to do that, it’s just a letter.” He said bluntly but I could have sworn there was a hint of bashfulness in his tone.

“Yeah, just the first love letter I ever received from you. I have to cherish it because it may be the only one I’ll ever get.”

“So if I write you more love letters, you won’t pin that to your fridge?” He said with a sigh taking a donut for himself and I laughed.

“Okay I won’t but just know I’ll be waiting for another one.” I took the note down and set it on the counter as I wiped my hands before folding it and sticking it in my ‘recipe book’.

“That’s alright with me, but because we’re dating that does mean you’ll bake for me? I’m hesitant to admit it but I’ve been craving more of those muffins you made.”

“Oh really, the banana nut ones? I’m glad you liked them so much, I’ll definitely make you some soon then.”

“Thank you, the store-bought ones I got couldn’t compare. It was honestly a shame, I really did enjoy them though.” He said with a smile for a brief moment before his expression returned to neutral.

“Oh yeah, once you get home baked goods you can never go back,” I said with a laugh.

Dexter and I spent another hour together enjoying our morning before he did have to eventually part ways and head to work. As we were saying our goodbyes I gave him a small kiss on the cheek which I was surprised when he returned it with a kiss on the lips, he squeezed my arm and left shortly after. My face burned red at the thought and I grinned to myself kicking my feet up in the air, today was an amazing day by far and nothing could put a damper on my mood. After finishing the rest of the donuts I took the note out of the book and brought it into my bedroom, I set it on my vanity as I searched for something to keep it in. I hated to admit it but I was a slight hoarder, thankfully not to an unhealthy extent but still not very good either. I finally found it after searching the depths of my closet, I emerged with a small wooden box the perfect size for the note. Did I mention was handwritten? I tucked it inside the wooden chest and set it on top of my dresser beside the picture of my mom.

I picked it up and sat down on my bed, I traced my finger over the outline of her face. The photo was old in black and white, it was from she was much younger and before she had me. She looked beautiful and it made me miss her deeply, I hugged the photo tight to my chest for a moment before standing. I set the photo back on my dresser and went to look for my phone so that I could call her, I found my phone tucked underneath a pillow on my couch. I dialed her number and waited for it to ring.

“Hello, who is this?” She asked as her phone was old and didn’t show who was calling.

“It’s me, Mom, I was calling to check up on you and Stanley. How are you guys?”

“Oh hello sweetheart, we’re doing fine. Stanley’s out in the yard cutting some firewood for us, how are you, sweetie?”

“I’m doing good, today’s my day off so I’m just relaxing at home for now.”

“That’s good you deserve a nice day off, I know how hard you wo- Stanley you have to stack them neatly or they’ll all fall over!” Her voice grew muffled as she stepped away from the phone but she quickly returned.

“I hear Stan’s still lazy about cutting the firewood,” I said with a laugh and Mom sighed and I could almost see her shake her head.

“Yeah, you think he would learn after the first five times but nope. I swear that man is dumber than an ox, but I love him to pieces. How about you sweetie, any eligible Bachelor’s I need to come give my sign of approval?”

“I well- I am dating someone but it’s too early for any of that, but when I’m sure things are serious I would love to have you guys come meet him. I know you enjoy the weather down here, I still don’t understand why you won’t move.”

“Alright keep me updated sweetie, but you know me. All my friends are in this town and there ain't another place in the world where I belong, but I sure as hell love getting out of this cold!” We both laughed at her comment and I smiled.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it mom, just called to say hello. I love you.”

“I love you too sweetheart, now go get me some grandbabies!” She hung up the phone before I could even retaliate so all I could do was laugh at her words.

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Monday came and went, and before I knew it Tuesday was upon me. After I finished getting ready for work I made sure to grab the banana nut muffins in my fridge I had made yesterday for Dexter, with a smile on my face I left home for the department. It was a relatively short drive and I made it just in time to clock in, I said hello to my coworkers and sat down at my desk. I decided to check my assignments before heading upstairs to see Dexter, I only had two tasks so far one of them coincidentally in the homicide department which was perfect. I grabbed what I needed and the muffins before heading up there, I climbed inside the elevator but just as the doors closed a woman approached trying to get on as well but I reacted too late and couldn’t open the door. I just shrugged and got off the elevator at the next floor, I walked into the homicide department and smiled seeing that Dexter was outside his office.

“Hey Dexter, look what I’ve brought.” Masuka smiled over at me as Dexter eyed the muffin in the Tupperware I brought.

“I know we talked about it but I wasn’t expecting them this soon, thank you.”

“So does this mean the secrets are out now?” Masuka butted in with his shiny bald head.

“Yes, Masuka he knows it’s me. We’ve been on several dates at this point.”

“And when were you going to tell me this?!” He said baffled looking between the two of us.

“At the same time, I was going to tell you that we’re dating.”

“Dating!?” Masuka said a bit too loudly, the rest of the office looked over at is curiously and I smiled nervously.

“Well don’t scream it out loud you asshole!” I whispered loudly at him as I was slightly embarrassed.

“Sorry, but you guys are dating!? Since when?”

Since yesterday Masuka.” Dexter said finally inserting himself back into the conversation.

“Dexter?” An unfamiliar voice called out, all three of us turned to look and I saw the woman from outside the elevator.

“Rita? What are you doing here?” Dexter asked his brow furrowing slightly.

“You wouldn’t answer my calls so I had to come to see you in person, it’s important can we talk?” I glanced over at Dexter deeply confused.

“Now isn’t a good time Rita.”

“Then when is a good time, because you been blowing me off for the last week and a half? I really needed you, Dexter, cause-cause I’m pregnant.”

If things weren’t awkward before they sure as hell were now, especially considering the whole office had heard the entire altercation especially after Masuka had drawn their attention to us moments before. This whole situation made me feel sick truth be told, I grabbed the box of muffins and politely excused myself from the situation not wanting to be associated with whatever that was any longer. I’d be lying if I said my heart didn’t hurt, one day into dating my boyfriends got another woman pregnant. What kind of fucked up romance novel was this?

★ ✮ ★

To say Dexter was shocked was an understatement, he was baffled or flabbergasted even. Things in life were finally going right with the Bay Harbor Butcher case being closed and you as his girlfriend, but of course, things could only be right in his life for just a moment. Here he was outside in the parking lot with Rita as she talked on and on about how Dexter needed to step up so that they could raise their kid in a happy home. And Dexter waivered, what he had with Rita wasn’t awful. She made for the perfect cover life and he truly did think fondly of Aster and Cody, he needed to step up and be a father. But on the other hand, there was you, an option yet to be explored. You were someone who would understand him on a level no one else could and his girlfriend Rita had ultimately ended things between them a while ago, Dexter didn’t necessarily have to be with Rita to be a dad. He remembered the hurt expression on your face even as you politely excused yourself from the situation, you didn’t get angry or shout like Lila would have nor did you cause a scene and cry like Rita had. He had no idea what you were thinking and he hoped he hadn’t ruined things with you, but he needed to deal with Rita first.

“Are you even listening to a word I said, Dexter?”

“Yes, you want me to come back and raise our child together.”

“Yes, they deserve the world and the best chance at life. So you’ll come by the house later today? Astor and Cody miss you, I miss you.”

“I’ll stop by but Rita we broke up, you broke up with me.”

“Yeah, I did, because you cheated on me with your ‘sponsor’.” She said her voice growing heated.

“I did do that, and it wasn’t right for me to do that. I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you, but you still need to come by the house. We need to talk in-depth about the baby because I am keeping it.” She said standing up and grabbing her purse.

“Okay, I’ll see you later Rita,” Dexter said with a quiet exhale of air, he looked away and out into the distance with a frown. He saw Lila and knew that this couldn’t and wouldn’t be good.

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

[rkvriki]

romantic moments with them - a playlist

omg ana was seen posting??? sorry for not posting but i've been so caught in my studies and i really needed to focus. also enhas comeback??!

make sure to leave feedback ! my requests are open and so is my tlak box so let's talk !

WARNINGS ! none really i think?? warn me if theres any!!

a/n: i got carried away in some of the members so sorry if theres longer one and shorter ones i jutsvfdhfef

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LEE HEESEUNG ! - bills by enhypen

enhypen’s new album had just come out and the showcase was now happening and you were watching it backstage through the monitors watching and supporting heeseung. you watched as danced and sang so passionately and your heart felt full watching him do the things he had always loved doing even before you met him in high school. you felt so proud watching as he and his group grew so much and how far they’ve become. it made you look back at the shy heeseung from a few years ago and see how much he changed, for better obviously, into a carefree person. heeseung was a very hard worker and you had to always remind him not to overwork himself and sometimes you worried he wouldn’t listen to you since you couldn’t be with him at all times. you know he had gone through a lot during his training days and you tried to make sure he didn’t have to go through the same thing now that he had debuted. the performance had just ended and you were waiting for your boyfriend to come backstage. the door finally opened revealing all of the boys sweaty from all their hard work. heeseung ran to you and pulled you up, spinning you in the air as he smothered your face with kisses. he put you down and you stared into each other's eyes like two fools in love, making you both laugh. heeseung cupped your cheeks and pulled you into a sweet and awaited kiss.

rest under the cut !

PARK JONGSEONG ! - die for you by joji 

it was late at night and you and jay were out for a day night. you were just strolling around the city which was almost empty since it was almost midnight and the weather was pretty gloomy. even though it was dark you could still see clouds covering the sky. the walk was pretty silent, you were holding each other's hands, swinging hands back and forth. there was a comfortable silence in the air, the only sound came from people walking by or from the people talking in the esplanades around you. times like this made you feel like you were in a movie where you and jay were the main characters and only you and him mattered. times like these were rare for you and you were always afraid you couldn’t enjoy them to the max, so you tried make the most of them no matter the circumstances. suddenly it started raining, anyone's first instinct would be finding a place to cover themselves, but you two just stood still in the middle of the street, feeling the droplets wet your skin. you looked at each other as the rain got heavier and just laughed. jay pulled you into his arms as you both let out loud chuckles and spun around without a care in the world, enjoying yourselves in the rain. jay pulled you closer, his breath mixing with yours as you leaned closer until your lips connected in a deep kiss.

SIM JAEYUN ! - yukon (interlude) by joji 

you and jake were spending a lazy day indoors, deciding to spend his free day at your apartment and doing things at home. having a full day with jake was a very rare thing to happen lately since he has a especially busy schedule for comeback season so you would only see each other very late at night, only having time for dinner together and him having to leave right after eating since he had to wake up extra early for practices and whatnot. so last night he came over to your apartment to enjoy the silence and privacy you two couldn’t have in the dorms. you were both laid out on your couch as a shitty movie you picked on purpose played on your tv. you both would let out occasional chuckles at awful scenes that would play in the movie. a especially bad scene played and you both started laughing so hard you had to clutch your stomach. words tried to get out of your mouth but none came since you were laughing so hard. you noticed jake’s eyes on you, and you looked at him as your chuckles died down “what?” you asked him, still letting out small giggles. “nothing” he answered “i love you.” he said “oh, why so out of the blue?” you asked, letting out a chuckle as you held his hand. he just shrugged and leaned in to kiss you, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, making you smile into the kiss.

PARK SUNGHOON ! - self control by frank ocean

it was one of those rare evenings where sunghoon would appear at your house unannounced and you two would just hang out and sometimes have dinner before he went back to the dorms. this happened often since he never knew when he could or could not visit you, obviously you didn’t mind it, seeing him so unexpectedly always made you so happy and your heart felt so full knowing that he thinks of visiting you at the most random times. dark orange rays were peaking through your blinds since the sun was starting to set. the smell of food could be smelt in the living room as you cooked some food for both of you and some tunes were heard quietly in the kitchen, probably sunghoon putting some music on the speaker you had on the living room. you put the stove on the lowest heat and walked to where sunghoon was, sat on the couch scrolling through his phone. the melody from frank ocean’s self control was playing quietly, the song filling the area. you grabbed sunghoon’s hand and pulled him in a hug, making him chuckle at him but hug you back anyway. he kissed the top of your head and you both started swinging to the rhythm of the song. sunghoon hugged you tighter and you did the same, listening to the sound of his steady heartbeat along with the song that played.

KIM SUNOO ! - kiss me by dpr live

dating sunoo sometimes felt like a dream. he always made sure to plan the best days for you two, always trying to make the best out of them since you were always a little restricted as you tried to protect and hide your relationship from the public. he made sure to always prepare everything in advance and also made sure you were up for what he had planned or f you wanted to change anything. you had experienced so many things with him. from getting up at 3:30 am to get ready and watch the sunset in a place 40 minutes away from the city to camping with him in the middle of a mountain he convinced you was safe. today sunoo decided to be a little more cliché and he planned an outdoor date near the hand river, late at night where you could be alone, enjoying each other's presence. you were both laid in the picnic blanket as you looked at the stars and tried to make out the different constellations. “i literally can’t tell any of them apart.” you said looking at him.  sunoo turned to look at you and opened his mouth to say something but he decided to stay quiet and just stare at you. he propped up on his elbows as he observed each of your feature, making you blush under his gaze. he leaned down closer to your face, but only left a peck on the corner of your mouth, teasing you. you started whining at him, making him laugh at your reaction.

YANG JUNGWON ! - jasmine by dpr live

concerts were something you found yourself enjoying a lot ever since you went to your first one. it felt so good to be in a space where so many people shared the same taste and you just loved the energy of people singing along to any songs that played. usually you go with your friends, but lately you’ve been asking jungwon to go on one with you since your friends sometimes bring their partners along and you also wanted to experience that. still he needed to remind you he couldn’t just attend a concert as he pleased but that din’t make you give up. yours and jungwons favorite artist was gonna have this concert in seoul, so obviously you wouldn’t miss it for the world and you literally begged won for days to come along which he ended up giving in. you both were in high places in the venue, since those were always less booked and you could be a little more private. the concert started and you both couldn’t contain your joy as you sang along. then a song that you both consider you guys’ song started playing. jungwon pulled you to his side as his arms embraced you and you started swinging along to the song, you back against his chest. you rested your head against his shoulder as you looked up at him. he looked down at you and pulled down both of your masks as he leaned down to kiss you, not caring if anyone even saw, it felt surreal to him.

NISHIMURA RIKI ! - understand by keshi 

niki had invited you to come watch him dance in the studio at the hybe building. visits like this happened often, since he loved having your presence as he danced, saying, in his words, “you were his muse”. you also didn’t mind watching him, your chest always swells with pride and you watch as he gets better and better each time you, which you thought was impossible since he is already perfect in your eyes. niki has a tendency to be hard on himself, which ends up with you comforting him each time he gets angry at himself for thinking he is not good enough. it makes your heart break knowing he can’t see himself through your eyes, you wish he could see how flawless he looks in your eyes. you watched as niki danced, feeling the loud bass from the music vibrating in your chest. you loved when he could turn a simple studio into a huge stage and he owned it all. the song came to an end and niki did a playful bow as you clapped happily at him. other songs from his playlist started playing and understand by keshi played through. niki extended his hand to you “would you give me the honor to have this dance, m’lady?” you laughed at his choice of words but took his hand. he started swaying you through the studio, turning and twisting you, stopping as he put a hand on your back and swung you down. you stared in his eyes laughing at his playful gesture and placed a peck on his lips making him smile at you.

[thegoldencontracts]

May I request Ace, Deuce, and Riddle taking care of a Ramshackle Prefect reader who’s come down with the flu or something? (I hope requesting multiple characters at once is okay…)

Of course, multiple characters is okay! Thank you so much for requesting!

Sick Days

You're sick. Lovely. But at least your fellow schoolmates are there to make this a bit less awful.

Notes: Sickfic, my beloved, small fics for each character, reader has no pronouns, reader's face isn't mentioned to turn red, no size/hair type giveaways, etc, please tell me if I've added a description that makes the reader difficult to relate to!

You woke up feeling like absolute garbage. You felt hot and cold at the same time, your head hurt, and you were so, so dizzy.

There was a paw on your face. Grim.

"Myah, human, took you long enough!" he said. "Class already started, but the Great Grim stayed behind just for you!"

It took a second for his words to register.

What? Class already started? You're late, this is gonna be terrible, you're late, and-

"You're burnin' up!" Grim said, which was probably true, now that you thought about it. You didn't really feel like addressing his concerns.

Instead, you gave your own very intelligent input.

"Ugh."

"You should probably stay home, human. Get better, so you can get back to serving the Great Grim faster."

Even when he was concerned, Grim just had to be- well, Grim, didn't he? Whatever. You just wanted to sleep. You'd call in absent later, or whatever.

You went to sleep. Tried to, at least. It was half tossing and turning, a quarter trying to get comfortable in your blankets, an immeasurable amount of time sneezing and sniffling - Grim managed to get you a tissue box with his paws at some point and maybe one percent actual resting.

After what, according to the clock was a few hours worth of suffering, you heard a knock on your bedroom.

"Who is it?"

Ace Trappola

"Vil Schoenheit, duh." You were not letting Ace diss you while you were sick. Not a chance.

"Don't come in."

"Jeez," Ace said, seeming pretty concerned. "You sound awful. I'm coming in."

So kind, Ace. So kind. Truly, that man deserved an award for his raw tact.

The door slammed open, and you could see Ace's smug grin fall for a moment before coming back up.

"You got sick?" He said, giving you a once-over.

Obviously you were sick! What kind of question was that?

"No, I'm actually better than I've ever been," you said. "That's why I didn't come to school. To celebrate my raw level of health."

"Whatever. Can't blame you for that, but you're still and idiot for those thick blankets. You're supposed to lower your body temperature when you're sick; even Deuce knows that."

You weren't going to stand for this slander of your mutual friend - no matter how much those two tried to deny their friendship.

"Take back what you said about-"

"And get some food in your system! I'm getting you some soup."

Before you could even say anything, Ace was gone.

Was he- concerned about you? Actually, yeah, that was probably it. Ace was just built like that.

After a while, he was back, with a bowl of soup and a wet towel in hand.

"Trey, uh, had some soup leftover," he said, pressing the towel to your forehead. Cold. So cold. You wanted it off. "And the towel'll help get your temperature down. Don't take it off."

For all you made fun of Ace, he was actually so street-smart it was scary sometimes, and that included being able to read your thoughts.

"I won't," you said, more like mumbled, because your throat was so sore you'd think someone shoved a bunch of needles down it.

"You sound awful," he said with a snicker. "You need water. I'll go get it for you."

You didn't even mind the fact that he was making fun of you right now, you were just thankful for that sweet, sweet water. Your throat was dryer than the Sahara - which, funnily enough, didn't actually mean anything, since the Sahara didn't exist in Twisted Wonderland and was therefore just gibberish.

Lo and behold, he came back, carrying a thermos filled with water.

"Drink some," he said, holding the bottle up to your lips.

That gave you pause. What was next, him feeding you the soup?

Still, you needed the water, so you drank it without thinking.

It felt so good. Finally, rain in the Sahara!

You didn't have much time to rejoice before Ace held up a spoon of soup to your mouth.

"Say ah," he said, evidently very amused.

"I'm not a little kid, I can feed myself."

Ace just looked at you, unimpressed.

"Your hands're shaking so hard I can see them through the blankets," he said. "You're an idiot if you think your hands can take that soup anywhere but all over your blankets."

He was mean, but he was right. Curse him.

You opened your mouth, and he fed you a spoonful. This was how it went until the bowl was gone.

"You can leave now," you said.

"Nah," Ace replied. "You clearly need help getting better."

He was staying, wasn't he? And there was nothing you could do to change that. Whatever, maybe being babied wouldn't be so bad.

Besides, this was his own way of showing he cared, and it was one you didn't entirely mind. It'd be rude to push him away.

"Fine, fine," you said.

"Good."

And so, with Ace's help, getting better wasn't so bad.

A week later, however, Ace himself got sick. He really should've seen that coming.

"Here, say 'ah'."

"D-Don't feed me, idiot! I'm not a baby, I can do it myself."

How the turns had tabled.

Deuce Spade

"It's me, Deuce."

That was a relief.

"Come in," you said. "It's not locked."

The door opened, and you could make out the blue hair and black mark of none other than Deuce, one of your two friends from Heartslabyul - No matter how much Ace tried to deny he cared.

"You look terrible, Prefect," he said, and you knew he didn't mean to insult you, but it still hurt.

"I know," you said. "What'd you come here for?"

"You didn't come to class, so I was worried," Deuce said. "Now I know why. Anything I can do to make you feel better?"

There was one thing you wanted, more than anything.

"Water," you croaked out. "Please."

Right now, you and water were star-crossed lovers. Maybe Deuce could change that.

"Right away."

Deuce scurried out of the room, and, after a few, agonizing seconds, came back with your beloved water.

"Do you need help drinking?" he asked.

For a second, you thought that question was offensive. You could get it yourself. Then. you tried to reach for the bottle, and realized that his question was a very good one.

"Yep," you said, because your trembling hand were not bringing that bottle up to your mouth. The task just seemed daunting.

He put the bottle up to your mouth, and you drank up. Finally, your throat was parched. Relief.

"Anything else you need?" Deuce asked.

Although you didn't feel particularly nauseous right now, you weren't going to risk it with a meal. Right now, you just wanted someone to accompany you through your misery.

"Just stay with me," you asked. "You don't have to, I mean, I know you probably have a bunch of things to do, but-"

"No," Deuce said. "I'll stay with you. You're my friend, a-and, I want to do anything I can to make you feel any better."

He looked away.

"S-Sorry, I know how stupid that sounds," he said. You were going to correct his inaccurate statement.

"Deuce."

"Y-Yeah?"

"I'm pretty sure that's the nicest thing anyone's said to me."

"Thanks." Deuce scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "Anyways, do you wanna know what stuff in class we learned so it's easier for you to catch up?"

You smiled.

"I would love that."

Deuce made that sick day so much better. Somehow, he didn't even get sick. You honestly envied that good immune system. It was good that he didn't suffer for trying to help you, though.

Riddle Rosehearts

"Prefect, I was informed that you were absent from class today. Do you have an explanation?"

"I'm sick," you said, miffed. Riddle was actually great to be around, but god, you didn't have the patience for getting lectured right now.

Silence. More silence. Sheepish scurrying.

After a while, you hear another knock.

"Prefect, it's me," Riddle said. "I would like to apologize for my discourteous behavior prior."

The door opened, and there was Riddle, carrying a bunch of stuff.

"Aagh," was your highly intelligent greeting.

Riddle walked up to you, getting out a towel. He cast a water spell on it.

"You look quite disheveled," he said, putting the now wet towel on your forehead. "I really do feel terrible about the way I addressed you earlier. Trey had some soup leftover, would you like some?"

You nodded. You wanted something warm right now, especially with the cold cloth on your head.

"I'll get it for you, then."

From his bag, he took out a canteen, a spoon, and a napkin. He was really well-prepared, wasn't he? That really wasn't a shock. This was Riddle, after all, top student and ultimate over-preparer - actually, maybe Azul or Jamil took the latter role. Nothing could beat seeing Azul's backup-backup plans for the serious affair of buying cheese from Sam's.

Riddle handed you the soup, waving his magic-pen.

Your hand weren't trembling anymore. Weird.

"That was me," Riddle said, noticing your confusion. "The spell will temporarily let you eat in comfort."

"Thanks," you said, taking a sip of the soup. It tasted so good to your empty stomach. The nausea'd worn off some time ago, and now you were left with the burning feeling of hunger. You scarfed down that soup in no time, leaving Riddle with a concerned look.

"Are you not worried about vomiting?" he said.

You shook your head.

"I don't feel nauseous," you said. "Not now, at least."

That seemed to be a good enough answer for Riddle, who nodded.

"Is there anything else you'd like?"

"Can you help me catch up on the stuff I missed?"

"Of course," Riddle said, summoning a massive notebook. You gulped.

This was going to be a long day, wasn't it? Oh, well, at least it wouldn't be as bad as it would've been without Riddle.

Only three days after helping you get better, Riddle also got sick. You felt so bad, he was a stickler for attendance and now he was missing school because of you! You had to help him.

"I'm so, so sorry, Riddle, I swear!"

"You- achoo! H-Have nothing to- to be sorry for, Prefect."

[starsomens]

𝕂𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕟

Finding out

I write about Eden a lot however Keaton was your first baby. This happened about a year and a half after you and Noah had gotten married, find out that you are pregnant with your first baby! And that was Keaton :)

Of course, you both were aware of the risk since you guys didn’t use a lot of protection during the first year of marriage and you’re OK with that. During this pregnancy, you both actually had noticed you’re missing period

It was about nine at night after I got home from the studio, when you had told him you were feeling a little weird and you had your suspicions so you both take a trip to the convenience store and buy two boxes of tests just because there were such things as false positives and you wanted to be sure of the results

This was a somewhat planned pregnancy. You knew the risks that would happen and you both came to an agreement that if you did fall pregnant you’d take it as it was and be happy about it

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“ so you can watch me pee on a stick?”

Well, he seen more than that already but you were sure he was just nervous.

He was. He paced, he sat on the couch for like 3 minutes, got up and listened to the bathroom door. Deadass looked up long long a pregnancy test took and went to knock on your door

“Baby? Are you okay? Do you need any help or-“ you opened the door and you swore you saw how panicked he was

“Noah, honey I’m fine…..I haven’t looked yet” you said as you hand him the rest that was wrapped back in the wrapper

“Oh okay….hey it’s okay, we’ll open it together” we both stood there in a space to move while he takes test out of the wrapper and flips it.

“ITS POSITIVE OH MY GOD-“

You were running around the house not finding a better way to get your energy out

“Baby? Baby, we’re gonna…we’re gonna HAVE a baby. Oh god….a baby!” Then Noah started running after you and finally caught you in a Hug

“Wow…..Noah…I’m….im pregnant!”

“You are princess” he just starts kissing the top of your head and nuzzling you. He then pulls back and comes down to your belly button and you can feel your cheeks blush

“Hey there, I’m your….dad! Or I’m gonna be your dad…..yeah…..I’m gonna be your dad”

He now has a habit of rest his head on your stomach. He feels closer to you and the baby, that wasn’t even the size of a strawberry at the moment.

I don’t really see him as someone made the appointment because he was so excited

“ when is your next earliest appointment?….mhm… at 2? That’s perfect. I can come in with her right? Okay thank you.”

While you waited for your appointment, a lot of symptoms at first, but the closer the day the more nauseous you were feeling. And of course on the date of appointment was when you first experienced morning sickness, and it was awful.

You were very close to canceling the appointment and going on a different day. However, if it wasn’t for Noah helping you out and soothing your nausea you would’ve just crawled back into bed.

1st trimester

Noah has big hands and he put those big hands to use. He holds your hair back with one hand and he rubs circles on your back with the other.

While you brush your teeth from the nasty bitter flavor, he wants to get you some water. the kids make sure you drink all the water

He was very excited for the first appointment, and since this was your first child, he took every pamphlet on any kind of information that you guys would need it. He’ll just read out all the facts to you while you’re waiting in the room for your doctor

He may have went a bit over his head with how much you’d be able to see at this point but still amazing that the tiny little blob on the screen would soon become your baby

“

“I’d say you’re just about tipping 2 weeks. Still a early on, so you should still enjoy this wonderful early symptoms unfortunately”

You had never seen him so focused as he looked at the screen and subconsciously played with your fingers.

You had never seen his eyes sparkle as much as they did when you had gotten a small sonogram of your first appointment. He was all smiles and was already clearing days so he’d be able to come to the appointments with you.

Time was your first baby.

Nothing I’d put out

Everything is kept LOWKEY, UNDER WRAPS, IN PRIVATE

The only people who knew were the boys and direct management so they knew about any kind of up coming appointments, or change of plans and dates. He was already protective of you but now you’re carrying a baby! Your baby!

He just feels the need to keep you safe and comfortable and secure

Definitely takes pictures each week that passes to document progress and of course create memories to look back on. Works on a top secret project in his studio for the baby as well. He makes a video documentary for the baby, starting from when he found out and every time you have a milestone

2nd trimester

3 months down, 6 to go!

Your morning sickness is finally easing up and you can actually get up in the morning and get your things done.

Or can you?

Aside from the morning sickness finally subsiding you’re not just very sleepy and you love to take morning naps preferably right after you wake up if you’re a stomach sleeper, Noah is definitely making sure that you’re starting to sleep on your sides or on your back. He’s already offered to buy you a pregnancy pillow so that you can avoid sleeping on your stomach, even though your bump is still not showing.

You’ll get bloated from something you eat and your baby girl over it and you kinda have to ruin the moment. It’s just food, but that’s what it would look like.

His wish does come true. Once you get into your five month mark you start showing and he is over the moon about it. If you scroll through his gallery, it’s a bunch of pictures of your bump from different angles his favorite one, that is now his wallpaper is a picture of you on the sofa with a bullet chips. Stuffing your face while his head is in your lap and he took a picture from that angle and he is in love with it.

The first trimester, it is a time where you both agree to tell anyone else that you are close with meaning any kind of family or very close friends from either one of your sides. You also start to rearrange things in the house. Luckily, you did have an extra room that was mostly being used for storage than Noah was starting to clean out to turn into a nursery.

And has pitched the ideas to his team to make clothes from the band

So that he can start with his baby and he could look hard-core

He definitely does his research and wonders if his type of music would be great for development for the baby to hear. Either way he does sing to your baby bump. Whether it’s songs in general that everyone knows or songs that he and the band wrote.

For sure, seeing because in a sense, he wants them to know that since the day they were conceived, he would be there for them and even beyond

You’ve also noticed faster when his face is right up against your bump, which sometimes is a little uncomfortable for you, but you don’t have the heart to move in because he looks so content and happy

No, you also went to your OB/GYN and heard the heartbeat and this man started crying in the examination room. of course it was all real from the start, but once he heard the heartbeat, it really just made things so real for him. And yes, he does document this in the video that he’s creating. He also asked the doctor if he could record the heartbeat and he has three different versions of them, he sends them to the guys so that they can hear the sound and also so that he can brag about his baby having a great heartbeat.

This heartbeat will appear in any songs that he makes in his fact in his mind he wanted to be beat for every song in the next album that he makes, but you didn’t argue with him on it saying that it might make the song sound repetitive. Which he argues.

“ there is nothing better than heartbeat. If people don’t like it they obviously have some questionable taste”

Is just completely infatuated with your baby from day one which is something that honestly warms your heart and you couldn’t wait to see him as a dad in action if he was being a great dad now

Really do love to watch how he builds and paints the nursery. He doesn’t let you do anything because he doesn’t want you breathing in the harsh chemicals of whatever he’s using and because he he just wants you to rest and let the baby grow. He said your job was to grow the baby and let him take care of you. Which honestly you cannot argue on. It sound of like a great deal.

You guys paint the nursery, a neutral color only because you wanted the sex of your baby to stay a surprise until the day that they’re born so every time you go to your appointment, he makes sure to say no gender please when he enters the room by now all of thenurses, assistance, doctors they all say the most proud father they have ever met, whose baby isn’t even born yet it’s very charming.

He has definitely put in paternity leave already for when after you give birth so he doesn’t even have to worry about going back in to work so soon because he wants to help you out at home once the baby arrives.

When you guys do laundry, definitely separate some clothes into your pile because he knows those are most comfortable for you now. He also loves seeing how big his clothes were on you and how your bump would poke out of his clothes.

Whenever you guys do go to bed, he has a ritual where he says good night to both of you, you eat get kisses good night and I don’t mean a single kiss I mean being smothered by his kisses. Also, he likes to shower with you before bed to help relax you. He massages and washes your back and he goes few too many times over your bump because he likes to feel it

Night and if you ask him what he’s doing, he’ll tell you that he’s having a private conversation with your baby 

But you do pretend to be asleep so that you can hear these infamous conversations, and you were nearly caught because you had a hold in your sniffs because you just want to cry after hearing what he said

“ we are so excited for you to come. I think I’m more excited than Mommy is….. you’re going to love her. She’s amazing, she’s smart and she’s pretty. I hope you have her eyes, and her cute nose, and I hope you laugh like her too…”

3rd trimester

With this pregnancy you showed very little in the first half but now that you’re in the third trimester you really started showing it was like one day you had a little bloating and now it’s like a full-blown baby bump and it was like a huge change for you

he adjusts his cooking for your cravings and what your scene of smell can handle, but he makes sure everything is nutritious and makes sure you take your prenatal vitamins with your meals.

yes, he will get up at 5 am and make you a grill cheese with some chips on the side if that's what he princess wants

But this also means that the baby has started kicking! Every chance he gets Noah is touching your bump (when isn’t he??)

Definitely tried to provoke the kicks and innocent forgets that it kinda hurts you "wow babe did you see that one? That was a huge stretch"

"Yeah, felt it too"

He is also the only one who can get the baby to relax when you couldn't sleep or even sit still because of the kicking and moving and there are 2 version! When he's loving and more strict about it

"hey, hey, hey what's with the party? Having a dance party in there huh? How about let mama sleep for first, then you can party okay?"

Or

"hey, it's 3 am, your mom is overstimulated and needs sleep, which means you should sleep too,"

He lathers you in coco butter and lotion after your showers and massages your hips, back and feet

10/10 pregnancy because he made it barrable

Birth

I've said this somewhere and can't remember where, your pregnancy went according to the due date.

Labor started the day before your due date and delivery was on the day of the due date you were given. Baby, right on time!

Noah had your hospital bag packed and near the hall closet near the door, packed with EVERYTHING you'd need. Towels, clothes, shoes, socks, snacks, chargers, camera, extra underwear, his clothes also if you wanted them instead, hair and skin products, EVERYTHING

Now Noah has done his research and is knowing what to expect for labor. Yes, he watched birthing videos, however while you were pushing he peaked and you SWEAR this man became paler

"A-are you okay-"

"fine. Just focus on breathing okay?" despite his shock or nerves, the main focus was on YOU and the baby,

holds your hand, ties up your hair, gives you water, and anything you asked for

P A I N, because you thought it would be a good idea to experience "raw natural birth" but unfortunately once you broke it was a bit too late for any medication. You were honestly ready to punch Noah for saying

"Should have taken it when we got here," he was joking but he was honestly very anxious about the pain you were feeling burr he knew you needed him to be your support

"Come on baby you got this" "good job, take your time, you're doing great" "You're so strong Y/N...you're almost there"

Once the baby is born and crying NOAH IS CRYING

IT'S A BOY. You're crying and Noah is kissing your head and just spilling his guts out "Baby you did amazing!" "I'm so proud of you Y/N" "He's so perfect Y/N,"

Now you had discussed that if it was boy you would honor his best friend Keaton by giving him his name. You thought it was just so sweet and meaningful and you knew it would be so important to Noah you saw nothing better than that

Keaton was born in late October, so he is born as the next Sassy Sebastion Scorpio as discussed with @darling-millicent-aubrey

Noah constantly says he isn't crying but he is, while you're resting he's just admiring Keaton and speaking to him softly

"hey buddy...oh look at you, kinda feel bad you looks like me more than your mom, but you're so perfect....I love you Keaton.....so much"

And you? Ugh....when he'd look at you, all he'd see was an absolute champion, a goddess...his wife and best friend who had just went through something so big like pregnancy and labor to bring your son into the world

"Y/N....thank you," he caresses your hand with his thumb while he held Keaton in his other arm "Thank you so much baby.....I love you."

「🍼taglist」: @badomensls @darling-millicent-aubrey @lma1986 @sanchez099 @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @flowery-mess @veronicaphoenix @malerieee

[totallybakedcake]

Yo yo hello! Could I request a Tsubakino x Reader who is trying to get into fashion and become more feminine with herself? Maybe they start interacting when she one day struggles to walk in her heels and fall? Then, he helps her out and stuff + reader working with Kotoha and knowing that, Tsubaki just adores her even more because Kotoha and Ume means a lot to him. Like, reader dresses up to work at the cafe using his tips and he's just watching from the corner of the cafe all proud AAAHHH we need more Tsubaki x Reader content, I love him :( Thank you ♡♡♡ Have a nice day~

Ah such a sweet idea! I love it<3

Cutiepie

"Name girlie get some outfits you would look stunning in any clothes but you don't even try to step out of your comfort zone." Kotoha spoke as you both were strolling down the street after doing grocery shopping. Those words hit you in the heart, maybe you do need to buy more clothes and get into fashion more.

"Ah, um I am just looking for cute feminine stuff if you know what I mean." You felt so awful trying to buy clothes as well as try something new. It would always be Kotoha who helped you buy clothes but today she left your side trusting that you would handle yourself well.

Little did you know you were the most shy person ever.

It just felt awkward asking random people for fashion advice because you were clueless. Name you got to put yourself together you can do this!

As you motivated yourself a pair of heels caught your attention. They were pink stilettos with a box in the front, they were pretty to put it bluntly. You picked them out wearing them " Oh, boy these are so tight. My feet will die." You thought to yourself as you started to walk but a moment later your feet slipped, closing your eyes you prepared for the worst outcome but that didn't come.

"Are you okay?" A voiced reached out as you slowly opened your eyes and saw Tsubakino, one the four kings of Furin.

"Oh my gosh Tsubakino! Uh- uhm yeah thanks for saving me." You babbled on and on about something that even Tsubakino could not understand. Just looking at how your face turned pink and the way you talked made him feel a lot better.

"Hey, hey. Since you are new to fashion. How about trying cute flats first. They are easy to wear and would look great on you." He then picked out a white pair for you to try.

"Also, you should first wear and try out fun prints on clothes you wear. Even cardigans, fabric headbands and bracelets are comfortable to wear and would look great!" The way he helped you up and was all giddy while talking to you made you smile so hard that even your face hurt from smiling so much and blushing so much.

From that day, Tsubakino and you became pals. It was just friends or bestfriends even who shopped together, ate together, bought things together, went to places together and even held hands and hugged each other. That was all friends to you.

Tsubakino on the other hand was starting to feel something with you. It was not just pure fun and joy but more than that. He couldn't describe it but whenever you were near him it would make his heartbeat faster. He wanted to hold your hand, be in more body contact but you never showed signs on whether you thought the same or not.

It took some time to realize but Tsubakino finally knew he loved you. He felt it was as if the best day ever. He bought you flowers and other cute items you liked before going to Pothos to tell Kotoha he was going to confess to you.

It was not until when he saw you working with Kotoha. Cooking a stew that smelled so good he could smell it from outside. Another reason to love you more.

He went inside where you all alone, a wide grin spread across your face when you saw him.

It took no time for him to say "I love you Name. I love you and want you to be mine." He looked down after saying that. Feeling all the confidence vanish.

All you did was smirk before pulling him in for a chaste kiss. He wrapped his arms around you. Feeling as if he was the luckiest.

That was how you and him started to date and still laugh about it till this day..

[outro-jo]

good cow-munication

pairing: lee felix x (gn) reader

type: drabble

warnings: fluff, mentions of non speaking, reader uses korean sign language once, mentions of the reader being anxious and overstimulated

notes: i saw these sweatshirts on tiktok and my brain just thought of this little scenario. this is more for like neurodivergence (autism) but i suppose it could be for anyone who doesn’t/can’t speak 🫶🏻 also please correct me if you’re a part of the autistic non speaking community if there is something better to call these periods for those of us that are more vocal. i did see a video where a lot of things were being discussed but nothing had really been agreed upon but i want to be respectful 🩵 here is the sweatshirt mentioned

not taking requests at this time

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the day was normal.

you did your thing and was waiting in the evening for your boyfriend to get home as your usual schedule had you expecting. felix was excited to get home to you, as he usually was, finding himself walking a bit faster than normal despite the aches from dance practice. you knew he was home, not by the door opening and him walking in but by the sound that was made outside the door.

“ahh!”

most would have said it was a bird call but you knew it was just your boyfriend. moments later he came rushing in, excitedly tossing his shoes and bag to the side as he came over to you.

“baby! i got something for you it came today!” he told you, bouncing on to the couch next to you. “can i give you some kisses first though?”

your lix was always so thoughtful, wanting to make sure you were comfortable before showing you affection. the second he saw you nod, giving him the ok, he leaned in and kissed all over your face quickly before returning his attention to the brown box in his lap.

“right, so i found this company online that makes things for like diverse people! queer people, neurodivergent people, and so on. they have this hoodie that i thought is perfect for you!” he explained, tearing into the package, not bothering to get something to cut it open.

he handed you the card and stickers that came with the order before tearing into the wrapping paper. his smile was the widest you’ve seen in a while as he held up the hoodie for you to see.

“look! isn’t it cute?! so, it’s for when you’re…” he paused, his eyes rolling back in his head in thought trying to remember it correctly. “not speaking! right? not speaking! that’s the right one… so, when your brain is too much and you can’t speak, look! it’s got these little fluffy cows on it! i know you love those.”

you watch as felix continued to explain the sweatshirt to you in full detail. your heart nearly exploding from how he was wanting to support you during your harder moments and prepare for good communication.

“look! this one’s happy, so when you’re feeling ok you can point to him and let me know. or! this one’s so cute, he’s eating noodles so when you’re hungry then you can point to him and i’ll make you some food!” he paused to kiss your head.

“and then the sleeves have ‘yes’ and ‘no’ so you can answer any questions! what do you think, angel?” his eyes were wide, expectantly waiting for your response.

it’s funny how well he knows you because your anxiety was high today and you were overstimulated, not feeling like you could really speak. you wordlessly pull off the hoodie of his you were already wearing and pulled on this new hoodie, smiling big as your head popped out of the top hole and pointing at the happy little cow on the front.

“oh, happy! you like it? i’m so glad!”

nodding, you reached up to tug at the collar of his shirt to pull him into you as a thank you.

“aw, yeah, i know what that means.” he joked once he broke the kiss and leaned in again.

when you separated again, you kept close to him, looking at him like he put the stars in the sky, so happy and grateful to have a partner that cared so much about you. you brought your hand up and brought it down to the top of your other hand.

“oh, ‘thank you’? there’s no need to thank me, love. i just wanna make sure you always feel safe and loved with me.” his cheeks raised making his eyes disappear with his smile. “so, what now? hungry? nap? anime?”

you thought for a minute, trying to figure out what your body was telling you before pointing at the cow eating noodles.

“hungry! i’m on it!” felix got up to prepare dinner.

[ralvezfanatic]

You're home!?

Luke Alvez x Male!Reader

Luke leaves for a case just as soon as they're getting intimate. A week goes by and Reader had enough, he misses Luke and is horny. Takes care of himself only to be interrupted and then taken care of.

Warnings: First time writing smut, masturbating, getting caught masturbating, rough-ish sex, cursing. || lmk if im missing anything.

First post !!! Kinda embarrassing that its smut. (First time writing smut sorry). Not proofread. Sorry for any mistakes. I was really sick while writing this.

any feedback, comments and/or criticism appreciate <33

Word Count: 2.8k

You were both in bed, stripped down to your boxers under the covers with each other. Luke's hand was on your waist, pulling you close until you were pressed against him. He leaned in close to you, the feeling of his stubble against your jaw as he pressed kisses under your ear causing you to moan out.

"Mm Luke…" you moaned out softly, your hands making their way to his bicep, feeling your arousal grow in your boxers.

He trailed his kisses down your neck, leaving a bunch of red marks to your collarbone, nipping at your soft skin. His grip on your waist became tighter, his kisses harsher as he found your sweet spot and put all the attention on it. You continued to moan out quietly, his lips on your skin driving you crazy with need, and you started rolling your hips forward ever so slightly.

Suddenly, the intimate moment was interrupted by a ringing phone. You groaned out hearing that awful ringtone of his, knowing what that meant. Luke pulled away, his own face equally annoyed as he turned to grab his phone on the nightstand.

"Alvez." He answered, laying on his back, his arm stretched out onto the pillow inviting you to get close. "Yeah, I'll be there in a bit." He spoke into his phone while you shifted to rest on top of his chest. He hung up, placing his phone back on the stand before looking down at your disappointed face

"Case?" You asked, although it sounded more like a statement than a question. He nodded, pressing a kiss on your forehead apologetically before answering.

"Mhm. I'm sorry Y/N, annoys me just as much." He sighed as he rubbed your back softly before sitting up, forcing you to get off him. You frowned as you watched him get ready, hating the timing of the call.

As he finished getting ready, he went back to you, kissing you softly on the lips before leaving. "Bye, my love, I'll be back soon, don't worry"

And with that said, he walked out the bedroom and out the apartment, leaving you in bed all alone, not to mention horny.

"Soon my ass." You thought to yourself, pissed off as you laid in bed while scrolling through your phone. It's been 6 days since he left. You'd texted him daily, called a few times as well and it was mostly fine. The case was tough and it took longer than expected. You put your phone down as you sat up on your shared bed, a sudden unease growing in your pajamas pants.

The phone rang at the worst time, you two were about to get intimate. Then he left, leaving you semi-hard. You were pissed, that horniness hasn't exactly left since then. You'd tried to sext him, but that just wasn't good enough, at all.

You finally had enough, 6 days without Luke and without his touch, it was driving you crazy. You decided to take matters into your own hands, in a different way this time. You got off the bed and walked over to your closet, reaching up to grab a hidden box.

You brought the box over to the bed, placing it down gently before opening it and examining the items inside. You rummaged through it, deciding what to choose from it, and then finally grabbed a toy. It was a decently sized dildo, almost as big as Luke, so you hoped it would satisfy you. "Better than nothing I suppose…" You mumbled out to yourself as you closed the box, placing it under the bed just in case.

You left the toy on the bed, and walked to your bedroom door, making sure to close it so Roxy would interrupt. God that would be awkward, and a complete mood killer too. After you closed the door, you headed back to the bed, slowly undressing yourself until you laid completely naked.

You touched yourself softly, taking a hold of your cock and pumping it a few times, closing your eyes as you imagine Luke there with you. You moaned out as you continued fantasizing about your boyfriend touching you, your grip becoming tighter on yourself.

Finally, you let go of your dick, and then turned to grab a bottle of lube, and moved to have your face on the bed as your ass was displayed in the air. You poured out some lube on your fingers, then made your way to your entrance and teased yourself for a few seconds before pushing your finger in.

"Oh god.." you breathed out, pumping your finger inside yourself, your eyes shut as you imagined Luke fingering your ass. You add another finger in, moaning out his name as you pumped them in and out in a scissoring motion trying to stretch yourself.

You moaned out as you finger fucked yourself, and pulled your fingers out after feeling properly prepped now. You move to sit up, grabbing the dildo, generously covering it in lube. You move up, kneeling on the bed as you move the toy under you, lining it up with your entrance.

You tease yourself, circling the toy around your hole before finally lowering yourself and sinking into it. You quickly shut your eyes, letting out a loud moan as it dug deep inside you. "Oh fuck.. fuck that's so good" You moan out as you finally sit down completely on it. Your eyes were closed as you thought about Luke, imagine he was deep inside you instead of some plastic.

You lifted yourself back up, leaving only the tip of the toy inside and then pushed yourself back down into it, causing another loud moan to erupt out from you, this time moaning out your boyfriend's name. "Oh Luke, you're so good." You moaned out as you continued moving on the toy, copying the same movements, only slightly moving as you tried finding the right angle to hit that spot.

You continued bouncing on the toy, and your free hand made its way to wrap around your neglected cock, starting to stroke it as you rode the toy. You started to get lost in the pleasure, you head was thrown back as you desperately bounced on the toy, moaning out Luke's name with each movement, helplessly pumping your leaking cock as you looked for that release.

Your mind clouded with such pleasure, you never heard the front door click, didn't hear it open or hear Roxy's paw's outside in the living room. As you were so focused on finding that release, that the footsteps outside didn't even register, and neither did the bedroom door handle rattling.

"Oh my god Luke, mmf… so good, please oh god" You moaned out, unable to form real sentences. As you lifted yourself up from the toy, the bedroom door opened, and a voice came from the doorway.

"Did you miss me that much?" Luke teased, his voice laced with amusement as he leaned against the doorframe. His eyes wandered all over your body, admiring the erotic view in front of him.

His voice caught you off guard and you immediately turned to see him, your face flushed with embarrassment at being caught. Being in the middle of a movement, you went back down on the toy as Luke spoke and bit your lip trying to hold back a moan. "Luke..! I-.. I didn't think you were coming back home today" You stammered out, looking at him dumbfounded and embarrassed.

"It was supposed to be a surprise." He chuckled, slowly making his way towards the bed, running his fingers along the edge as he walked around it. He sat down on the bed, right next to your knee and placed a hand on your thigh. "But guess I'm not the only one with surprise.. look at you, so pretty while riding that toy, moaning out my name so needily." He said, slowly climbing onto the bed and kneeling in front of you, now placing both his hands on your thighs and rubbing up and down softly.

"God baby, you're making me so hard seeing you like this. You want me to fuck you? Is that what you were fantasizing about when I walked in?" He asked as he started to unbutton his shirt.

You let out a whine, nodding in response to him, too embarrassed to verbally answer. Luke leaned forward, grabbing onto your waist with one hand before cupping your cheek with the other and kissing you passionately. He slipped his tongue inside you as he pushed you back, guiding you to lay down on the bed.

After getting you down, he hovered over you, pressing a trail of hot kisses down your jaw to your collarbone, his hand making its way to your ass. He pulled away from your skin, and grabbed the base of the dildo, pulling it out and carefully disposing of it to the side.

"Don't need these anymore." He said as he started to unzip his jeans, quickly, pulling them off, exposing the tent at the front of his briefs.

"Luke please, need you." You begged quietly, the removal of the toy having left you empty and desperate to be filled by him already. Your eyes looked up at him, slowly trailing down when he took off his jeans.

He hovered over you, his hands trailing up your body, caressing your sides and your chest while leaning in close. His lips brushed against yours as his hand passed your nipple, playing with it as he spoke. "You need me hm? Tell me baby, how do you want it?" He asked, wanting to understand how tonight would go.

"Hard, please Luke. Need you so bad, I've missed you all week." You begged, your voice desperate, holding back moans as he played with your chest. "Need your cock Luke, please."

Luke smirked at your begging, removing his hands off your nipple before kissing you passionately. His tongue quickly forced its way inside, exploring every part of your mouth as his hands roamed your body. He broke the kiss, his voice husky as he spoke. "Wow Y/N, such a naughty boy. Begging for my cock like that?"

He grabbed you, quickly flipping you onto your hands and knees, causing you to let out a small yelp as he positioned himself behind you. He grabbed your ass, massaging it before speaking.

"Spread your legs for me baby, want to see every part of you." He ordered you, pulling his boxers down and throwing them to the side. You quickly did as he asked, even arching your back and pushing your ass closer to him.

"Luke, please! Hurry up, I need you in me already." You whined out, grabbing a pillow nearby and using it for support. Luke let out a quiet moan as you begged, and took a hold of his dick and lined up against your entrance.

Slowly, he pushed himself in, groaning out as he felt your tightness envelope him.

"Fuck Y/N, you feel so good baby." He groaned holding onto your hips and he pushed himself in completely. He waited a second, allowing you to get used to him, his length being bigger than the toy you used.

You rocked your hips, signaling him to move, and with that, he tightened his grips on your hips and started to move. You moaned out, arched your back, burying your face in the pillow underneath you. He thrusted into you, slow and sweet as you got used to his size.

"Harder Luke! M'god, fuck me harder." You moaned out, muffled by the cloth you hide yourself in. He groaned, angling himself trying to find your prostate, each thrust slamming into you harder and rocking your body.

"God, baby, you're so fucking tight" He groaned out as his thrusts become harsher, the room filled with the sound of skin slapping, and both your moans mixing in. In a quick motion, he wrapped his arm around your chest and pulled you up against him, his dick still buried deep inside you. He held you tight, his grip on you possessive as he thrusted up into you.

As he finally hit your spot, you cried out in pleasure and gripped the bedsheets under your hands. Luke's hand wrapped around you, and gripped your neglected dick, stroking you in sync of his thrusts.

You gasped as you felt his hand on you, your length twitching as he gripped it. He bent over you, kissing your neck as he continued to thrust inside you, groaning with each of his movements.

His hand on your dick sped up and became harder as well, precum leaking out of you, and he continued to fuck into you, driving you closer to the edge. You threw your head back onto his shoulders, moaning out loudly as he slammed into you, his tight grip on your cock made you buck your hips into him.

"I-I'm close Luke." You moaned out, your eyes closing as you relished in the pleasure he gave you. He continued his assault behind you, kissing and sucking on your sensitive skin while jerking off your length as you bounced on his dick trying to find that release

"Cum for me Y/N, cum into my hand" He whispered his, his voice husky as he nipped at your neck.

You moaned out at his words, feeling a well known sensation build up at the pit of your stomach. You moved your hips down onto him meeting his thrusts, hastily chasing your orgasm.

"Oh god Luke, I'm.. I'm gonna cu-" You panted out, cutting yourself out with a loud moan as he slammed back inside you, hitting your prostate once more. Your dick spat out thick ropes of cum out, spilling out onto your hand and some shot out onto the bed. You cried out as you rode your high, Luke still jerking you off and thrusting inside of you.

The sight of your orgasm pushed Luke closer to the edge, and his thrusts became quicker each hitting that one spot that helped you ride you your high as he chased his own high.

With a final deep thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, moaning out while he came, his own cum spilling inside you.

He held your hips, moving them to grind you on his length as he rode out his high, his cum filling you up completely. He groaned, and stopped moving your hips, only keeping you sat on his dick, your hole full of his semen. As you both came down from your highs, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed small kisses on your neck and up your jawline.

"You were so good, baby boy. " He kissed your cheek, carefully pulling out of you, and bit his lip as he watched his cum spill out your hole. You whined as he pulled out, feeling empty but comforted by his kisses and words.

He turned you around, and held your face softly, smiling at you, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

You melted as he kissed you, relishing in the pleasure he gave you and how sweet he was afterwards. You closed your eyes as you leaned into him, nuzzling your face into his hands.

"Mm, love you" You mumbled you, growing tired after being fucked thoroughly. He smiled and backed away, admiring how you looked.

"I love you too Y/N" He responded, slowly getting up from the bed. He stood up and headed to the bathroom, getting a small towel and wetting it with warm water to clean you up.

"Let me clean you, baby" He said as he returned, climbing back into bed. He sat in front of you, spreading your legs open carefully and cleaned the cum off your dick. You smiled as he took care of you, humming out lazily as you spoke. He pushed you onto your back gently, and cleaned his own cum from your hole before getting up again, throwing the towel somewhere to be picked up later.

"Thank you, love." You smiled, closing your legs as he got up. He moved over next to you, pulling a blanket with him and covered the both of you when he laid down.

"Of course, anything for you baby boy." He said as he pulled you into his arms, kissing your face all over again. His kisses were loving, just appreciating your warm body against him.

"I love you.. thank you for everything" You yawned out, wrapping your arms around him as you hid in his arms. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, your eyes growing heavy as tiredness took over.

Luke responded back with something and placed a kiss on your head, but you were unsure what he said as you started to doze off. You just let out a lazy hum, which he chuckled at.

[severelystrangewriter]

Birthday (Flufftober 2023 Day 5)

Pairing: hakkai shiba x female reader

WC: 579

Warnings: none

Summary: no one showed up to your birthday party except one other person

Note: hakkai is so precious i wanted to write something for him <3

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Birthdays were dumb.

Why?

Because right now you were sitting at a picnic table by yourself celebrating yours on your own. Not a single person you invited had showed up to your party; all the ones that had told you yes had texted you various reasons as to why they couldn’t come as you were getting set up at the park: something unexpected popped up, or they fell ill, or they were just too busy.

You had believed them, that is, until you were scrolling through social media when you stumbled across the popular kid’s profile and they had posted a photo of them celebrating their birthday with all the people that couldn’t come to yours. That solidified your thoughts on birthdays being the dumbest thing in the world.

Your eyes filled with tears and you dropped your head on the table. There was a lot of pizza and cupcakes but you couldn’t bring yourself to eat. It was a blow to your ego, that much was for sure, and you felt like the lamest person in the world as you sat there, your sniffles and the sounds of nature being the only thing to break the silence.

“I don’t think you're supposed to cry on your birthday,” A guy’s voice startled you from your pity party.

Looking up, you saw a tall teenager you recognized from your class as Hakkai Shiba. He was a shy boy that didn’t talk much to you, but you had still invited him to your party because he was nice and you didn’t want him to feel left out. He hadn’t given you a definitive answer on whether he would come, but here he was with a small present in hand. You were surprised, to say the least.

Hakkai then looked around and asked in a curious tone, “Am I early?”

At this, you wiped your eyes and shook your head, “It’s just us. Everyone else went to a different party.”

“Oh,” Was all he said before adding with a light shrug, “Well I’m here.”

You cracked a small smile, saying quietly, “I’m glad you could come. It means a lot.”

Hakkai took a seat next to you with a smile of his own as he held out the small box. He looked sheepish as he explained, “It’s not much, but I got you this.”

You took it from him and gingerly removed the wrapping. It was a jewelry box and when you opened it, your mouth dropped open in shock. Inside was a bracelet made of colorful glass beads and dangling from it was a little butterfly charm.

“Oh wow,” You looked at it in awe, lifting it up from the box to get a closer look. Then you slipped the bracelet around your wrist, your smile growing as it fit perfectly. “I love it.”

Hakkai released a small breath of relief, “I didn’t know what you liked, but I saw it and thought of you.”

Your happiness overtook you and you gave him a quick hug as you thanked him. When you pulled away, his cheeks were dusted a light pink, clearly flustered by your actions.

“Sorry, I just got excited,” You apologized quickly, feeling a little embarrassed yourself.

He looked away and cleared his throat, “It’s fine. I’m just glad you like it.”

It fell silent for a moment and your gaze landed on the pizza and cupcakes, realizing that it was way too much for just the two of you. Tilting your head, you looked over at Hakkai and asked, “You wouldn’t happen to know anyone who would want some free food would you?”

Hakkai looked at the food, humming in thought, “I could text my sister and Taka-chan if you want.”

Grinning brightly, you nodded your head, “The more the merrier.”

And so Hakkai sent a message to his older sister, Yuzuha. She answered right away saying that she’d be there in about ten minutes. While you waited, you and Hakkai spent the time getting to know each other better. When Yuzuha showed up, she brought with her another boy that went by Mitsuya, or Taka-chan as Hakkai had called him.

Being with the three of them was a lot of fun and you couldn’t remember the last time you laughed so much. Hakkai really saved the day and for that, you were grateful. You even exchanged numbers with him so you could start making plans to hang out again. By the time it was over, you felt like it had been the best birthday you ever had.

[sdr2lovemail]

HI! I love your writing a lot and i would love to request something

there's been posts going around about demons giving their heart to their partners in the demon slayer fandom. I would like to request Mitsuri, Tengen and his wives, and Zenitsu with a demon partner that gives them their heart? I understand if not, thats okay Thank you!

Showing you my love! (GN Reader)

Synopsis: Demons have rather gory ways of showing their affections. But it's okay if it's out of love, right?

Notes: I love this trope! Reading it in a vampire novel in middle school changed the course of my life. Enjoy!

Requests are open!

Mitsuri Kanroji:

Upon seeing you in front of her estate, bleeding heart in your hands, she was terrified. Mitsuri’s first thought was that you took it from someone. If that were the case, she’d have to kill you. As much as she loved you, Mitsuri couldn’t let you live if you were out killing innocents.

She looks at you with tears in her eyes. The poor hashira was close to sobbing.

“[Name]! W-Where did you get that?!” She was almost shaking in fear. “Did you take that from someone?”

You smiled, taking a step closer with the still beating heart. “Of course not. I promised you I would never harm a human. It’s my heart, silly! To show how much I love you!” You thrust your heart towards her, which caused her to take a step back. Blood drips down onto her wood floors.

Though she should be thoroughly creeped out, Mitsuri could feel her own heart melt. She was the love hashira, after all. With shaking hands, she thought about taking the heart before rethinking. Her hands move to grip her kimono instead.

“You’re giving your heart to me? That’s… That’s so sweet! Oh, but I wouldn’t have anywhere to put it. Are you sure you don’t need it?” Mitsuri rambled for a moment, her face flushed pink. “Hmm, maybe you could just hold it for me? I don’t need your heart to know you love me.” 

Mitsuri watched with an amazed expression as you set your heart back in your chest, the skin growing around it. No matter how many times she’s seen a demon regenerate, it will always be interesting to see.

She sets a soft hand on your shoulder, guiding you into her estate. “Let’s get that blood cleaned up. I’ll have to go shopping to buy you a gift in return!”

Tengen Uzui + Wives:

It was the anniversary of you joining Tengen and his wives’ marriage. They said you didn’t have to get them anything, but you wanted to. You want to show them how much you care. What better way than your beating heart?

Everyone was gathered in the bedroom, tired after spending the whole day together. Makio and Suma cuddle up to you as Tengen and Hinatsuru prepare the futon. With a smile, you pull away from your wives. 

“I know you guys said you didn’t need anything, but I still wanted to get a gift for our anniversary.” Creeping over to the closet, you pull out a neatly wrapped box. Your husband and wives gather together, wondering what you have gotten them.

“Aw! You didn’t have to get us anything, really!” Suma beamed with a bright look on her face. She was eager to know what was inside.

“My, and what bright wrapping. You know me so well!” Tengen eagerly took the box. Though once it was in his hands, his smile faltered. He could feel a subtle, rhythmic beating through the cardboard.

Hinatsuru looked at him with a curious look. “Aren’t you going to open it, Lord Tengen?”

Leaning in close to her husband, Makio whispered. “What’s with that look on your face? They went out of their way to get us a present. Open it!”

Tengen watched as a mysterious red liquid dripped onto his hands. The box got soggier as the minutes passed. “It’s dripping!”

You laughed as you got closer to them. “Come on, open my present. It’s one of a kind, just for my loves.”

Tengen looked at his wives, knowing he’d get an earful if he hurt your feelings. Though, something about this present made his stomach clench. Opening the soggy box, Tengen knew he should’ve trusted his gut. Inside was a still beating, still bleeding heart.

“Surprise! Now you have a physical symbol of my love for you all!” Adjusting your top, You show off the gaping hole where your heart once was.

Bursting into tears, Suma pushed the box towards you. “No, no! Please, put your heart back. You need that!”

“What the hell! I was expecting flowers, or jewelry, anything besides one of your organs!” Eyeing the heart, Makio looked both scared and irritated.

Hina started to console Suma. She gives you the best smile she can muster. “Uh, thank you, honey. But I think it would be better if you kept that.”

“I will say, your own beating heart is creative. A very flashy gift indeed. But seriously, put that back in your chest.” Tengen set the lid back on the box, pushing it into your hands.

Zenitsu Agatsuma:

Sliding the door open, you smile. With your hands behind your back, you kick the door closed with your foot. “I have a surprise for you, Zenitsu!”

Zenitsu leaps up from the ground, bounding over to you with quick steps. He cups his blushing face with his hands. He has a dopey smile on his face.

“A surprise? Oh, you're too sweet! What is it? I’ll love anything you have to offer!” He gushed. As he looked at you with that lovesick grin, he felt like something was off.

Your heartbeat was a sound he could discern from any other. And while his hearing was good, the beating was loud. Unusually so. It didn’t sound any faster either, just loud.

“I hope you like it. It’s something special that you can only get from me!” As you pull the heart from behind your back, Zenitsu screams.

His legs buckle with fear, sending him toppling to the floor. Frantically, he crawled back until he hit the wall. His eyes were wide. Pointing with his shaking hands, he starts shouting.

“Is that a heart?! Is it real? Where did you get it from? Is it yours?! Why would you scare me like that? Don’t come closer with it!” Zenitsu pressed himself against the wall, cowering behind his arms as you stepped closer.

You frowned, looking down at your heart. “It’s mine. I wanted to show you how much I love you.”

“You didn’t have to rip it out your chest to do that!” 

“I didn’t rip it out! I took it out carefully so it wouldn’t tear or get punctured!” 

Those words sent a shiver down Zenitsu’s spine. He didn’t want to hurt your feelings. He wanted to love anything you gave him. But something like this was too much for him.

He covered his eyes with his hands, not wanting to see the bleeding organ anymore. “Gifts for your partners are supposed to be cute! Not something soaked in blood! Please get that away from me!”