#and then i will lovingly place it in a box with the rest of the songs i've hyperfixated on

[cowboybeepboop]

Doting

"Say it again. Say you want me."

Pairing: Clark Kent x fem! Reader 

Genre: smut 

Word count: 3k

a/n: Finally writing about this Clark Kent 😝 I'm so excited for the movie chat

Clark is your best friend, the only person who has seen every side of you and continues to stay. He has been there for you through everything, every breakup, when you ran away from home (and moved in with the Kents), every year of school, all of it. 

After graduation you moved out to Gotham together, something the two of you had dreamed of your whole lives. Clark smiled at you with his familiar warm grin, watching you as you raked through your hair and huffed a sigh, frustration coming off you in waves. 

The two of you had just moved into the small little apartment in Gotham and it was nowhere near as spacious as you guys thought, you both had underestimated just how many things you owned, and how much furniture you needed between the two of you 

"Having fun unpacking?" Clark teased quietly, as he effortlessly took all your possessions in one trip from the car. 

"Ugh, not at all." you wipe the sweat beads from your forehead, still shocked at how easily he's able to move things around. "This place.. it's so much smaller than the pictures." 

"I think we were a bit too excited..." he chuckled nervously, looking around at the messy apartment. There were still boxes everywhere, the space looking incredibly cramped and cramped. 

"We're gonna need a lot of shelves, cupboards, and a better couch. It's a bit on the small side" he teased, a fond smile gracing his face.

"But right now I need a nap," you whine, walking to him and pressing your face into his bicep. "Even though you did all the heavy lifting."

Clark chuckled, feeling your face pressed into his arm. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and gave a soft squeeze, his muscles tense beneath your touch. "Go on, take a rest. I'll finish organizing and decorating" he said soothingly, ruffling your hair.

"Come with me, I can't let you do all of the work." you pull your face from him, grinning up at him sweetly. You wander into one of the rooms, plopping onto the plush mattress, Clark at your heels. 

Clark chuckled and shook his head, rolling his eyes and sitting down beside you. The bed gave a loud creak beneath both of your weights, and you could feel his thigh against your own, their strong muscles pressed against your skin. 

He leaned back against the headboard, resting his arms behind his head. "You're gonna be useless anyway, might as well let you rest" he teased lovingly.

"Hey!" you feign offense, pushing his shoulder slightly. "I think I should've grabbed the sheets before laying down," you murmur, cuddling closer to him.

Clark chuckled and shrugged, pulling you even closer. The heat from his muscular frame seemed to envelop you, his body providing more warmth than a heater. 

"I can get them later" he murmured, his voice deep and low, a tinge of amusement in his tone. He allowed his arm to remain wrapped behind your shoulders, his fingers tracing slow circles against your skin

Weeks have passed since you both moved in, and you've gotten into a routine of things, spending practically every second together (aside from when you're at work of course). 

Clark was struggling, balancing his secret life with the feelings he had for you. He had grown to love, admire, and desire you more than he had anyone else. His heart ached for you, to hold and kiss you, to love you and cherish you. He kept himself in check, however, knowing he could never reveal his true identity. 

Clark would still do everything for you, whether it was help around the house, do the cooking, cleaning, and shopping. His heart leaped every time he saw you, he constantly fought the urge to pull you close.

The two of you had a day off from work, and Clark was lounging on the couch, trying to focus and read the newspaper. But every time he tried, his eyes would wander away, looking over to you as you were tidying up. 

Watching you move around the apartment effortlessly, with a grace he couldn't keep in his eyes. He couldn't help but notice the way your hair fell around your face, and the way your clothes clung to your body.

The day drags on with casual interactions between the two of you, leading to you half asleep on the couch, head in his lap as a movie plays in the background. 

Clark smiled down at you fondly, looking away from the movie for a few seconds. One arm was around you, his fingers tracing absentminded patterns on your shoulder and arm. 

He couldn't help but think how incredible it would be to have you this close, and closer, all the time. He loved having you in his arms, feeling you against his body, the smell of your hair. 

Clark slowly lifted his other hand, slowly running his fingers through your hair, enjoying the silky feeling. "Mmm Clark, you're gonna put me to sleep," you murmur, fingers pressing into his thigh as your eyes begin to flutter shut.

Clark chuckled and looked down at you, his fingers continuing to move through your hair. He could feel your hand on his leg, the feeling sending a shiver down his spine. 

"Maybe that's my plan, sleepyhead." he teased back, his muscles tense beneath your touch. His other hand still traced over you, the movements becoming soothing and slow.

Half of you wants nothing more than to go to sleep in his lap, surrounded by his body heat, and the other part of you is desperate to find out how the movie ends. "But the movie..." You groan in protest.

"I'm pretty sure the movie will survive without you watching it" he said in amusement, his voice deep and rumbling as his fingers continued to move through your hair, his touch gentle and soothing. 

He chuckled feeling you shift against him, trying to stay awake. He could feel his self-control slowly slip away as you continued to lay against his leg, the heat from your body sending his mind down dark, sinful paths.

Your half-hearted protest quickly dies on your tongue. Your head grows heavy as you drift off to sleep, only to be awoken by Clark gently placing you on your bed. "Clark," you whisper. 

Clark's muscles strain as he lifts you and places you on the bed. His fingertips linger, tracing across your skin. He leans down and brushes a few strands of hair from your forehead before looking down at you, a soft smile tugging at his lips. 

"Yeah?" he replied quietly, his voice a deep murmur, sounding even deeper in the darkness of the room.

"Don't go..." you reach for him, pulling him to you by his shirt sleeve. "Stay, keep me warm." 

Clark felt his self-control vanish, he couldn't say no to you. When your hand grabbed his sleeve and tugged, he stumbled and fell into the bed, landing beside you. 

A soft chuckle left his lips as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, enjoying the feeling of your body pressed against his. "You're really tired, huh?" he teased quietly.

"Mhm, I want you..." you murmur sleepily, burying your face in his warm chest, breathing in his musk.

Clark's heart leaped at your words, his muscles tensing and stiffening. You couldn't have any idea what you did to him, how he felt. How much he wanted you in return. 

He swallowed, feeling you press your face into his chest. The feel of you against him sent a shiver down his spine, your words making him want to pull you close and kiss you. Instead, he gently wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer.

"Then I'll stay" he whispered, his voice deep and rough. His fingers ran through your hair, relishing the feeling of your body pressed against his own. He tried to keep control, he had to keep control. 

Clark could feel himself slowly losing the battle, his mind going to sinful places. He imagined pulling you even closer, rolling on top of you, and taking you on the bed right there. He wanted you so badly, more than he had anyone else. 

Hours have passed with you napping against him and Clark restlessly staring at the ceiling, avoiding moving in order to not wake you. A soft noise leaves your parted lips, something resembling a moan, capturing his attention. 

Clark felt his muscles tense and stiffen as he heard the sound leave your lips. His eyes were locked on your face, staring down at you.  The noise had gone straight to his lower regions. 

His eyes roved over you, taking in every detail, every feature, the way your skin looked in the low light, and the way your shirt was pushed up, revealing a small slice of flesh on your stomach. He tried to fight the thoughts, to keep them in check.

Your hand resting on his chest begins to tighten, your nails digging into his skin slightly. Your panties are soaked, evidence of your heated dream, and more nearly silent moans escape your mouth. 

Clark clenched his jaw at the feeling of your nails scratching his skin, his head tilting back and shutting his eyes. He swallowed, his throat going dry as he struggled to maintain control. 

He could smell your intoxication in the air, the evidence of your desires slowly making him lose his control. He tried to remain still, to keep his body under control as you squirmed and pressed against him in your sleep.

You're desperate for friction, hips mindlessly grinding against nothing, your cunt aching to be filled. You gasp, hand gripping his chest tighter as you startle awake. 

Clark's eyes snapped open as you startled awake, his own muscles tightening as he felt your body writhe against him. His hand immediately went to your hip, his fingers pressing into your skin. 

He tried to keep his breathing steady, his mind reeling and going to sinful places as he tried to keep control. He could feel the tension in the room, his body struggling to remain still.

Your cheeks flush immediately, eyes wide as you realize the position you're in. But you recognize the darkness of desire in his eyes, beckoning you, and without thinking you move to straddle him. "Clark.." 

Clark couldn't control himself anymore, the dark desire he had barely managed to hold onto slipped from his control. As soon as you straddled him, he grabbed you and pulled you even closer to his body, his hands gripping your hips tightly. 

He panted, his breathing coming out in ragged gasps, his blue eyes locked on yours. "God, you kill me" he groaned. His muscles were tense, his body nearly trembling under your touch.

"Clark," you begin rocking your hips against his, body aching for more of his touch. "I *need* you.. I *want* you..." 

Clark's breathing was heavy and ragged as he felt you rocking your hips against him. The feel of you, the sounds you made, it was driving him insane, and his already thin control snapped. 

His hands gripped your hips, holding you tightly. He needed you just as much, more than you could ever know. 

"You don't know what you do to me," he groaned in a deep, rough voice, his eyes darkened with desire.

Clark's mind was clouded with desire, his thoughts consumed with you. His hands gripped your hips tighter as you continued to rock against him. The low moan he let out sounded almost feral, his control of his inner self slipping. 

"Say it again," he growled desperately, needing to hear your pleas. "Say you want me."

"I want you, Clark, please." You pull your shirt off, freeing your breasts to his hungry gaze, hands moving to pull at his clothes.

Clark's eyes nearly rolled back into his head at the sight of you, his breath leaving him in a low curse. Your words drove him further, made him lose more control, his mind going black. 

He allowed you to pull at his clothes, his own hands ripping at the fabric, trying to get his shirt off as quickly as possible. He ached for you and needed to feel your bare skin on his.

You press your bare chest to his, skin to skin, as you slide out of your bottoms. Your lips press against his chest as you move down his body, leaving wet kisses behind, only stopping once you reach the waistband of his sweatpants. 

Clark's mind was nothing but a dark, clouded haze of desire and want. His body was on fire, every touch from you sending sparks down his spine. He let out a low, rough moan as he felt your lips against his skin, the kisses making him shiver. 

When you reached his waistband, he could barely hold back the sound he made, his heart racing in his chest. He tried to control his strength, to keep from bucking and pressing into your touch and mouth.

"Is this okay?" you whisper, nose brushing against his hard-on through the fabric of his pants. 

Clark's breath was ragged and unsteady, his chest rising and falling heavily. He could hardly form a coherent thought, his mind consumed with the feeling of you against him. 

When you moved down and spoke, he almost saw stars, every part of him tensed and shivered. "God, yes," he groaned, his fingers clenching the sheets beneath him.

You pull his remaining clothes away, eyes widened at the sight of his length, something you've imagined time and time again. But your imagination is nothing compared to the real thing. You wrap both hands around his hardness, leaning forward to kiss his tip.

Clark's breath hitches as you kiss his tip, his eyes closing tightly as his body responds to your touch. He's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so alive with anticipation. His grip on the sheets tightens as you begin to stroke him, your touch tentative yet eager. 

He opens his eyes to watch you, his chest heaving with every stroke, and whispers, "God, you're so beautiful." His voice is hoarse with passion, and he can't help but reach out to trace the curve of your bare shoulder, feeling the smooth skin beneath his fingertips.

Encouraged by his words, you begin to stroke him more confidently, feeling the velvet steel of his manhood in your hand. Your eyes never leave his as you lean in closer, your breath hot against him. Your hand works in tandem with your mouth, taking him in inch by inch, his moans of pleasure spurring you on.

The sensation of your wet lips and the gentle pressure of your tongue send waves of desire through Clark's body. He watches as you take control, his eyes dark with need, his breathing becoming erratic as you explore his most intimate part. His hand moves to the back of your head, not pushing but rather guiding you, urging you deeper.

Your mouth is warm and wet, a stark contrast to the cool air in the room. His cock twitches and pulses in your hand and mouth, and he can't help but let out a low groan, his hips lifting slightly off the bed. The pleasure is almost unbearable, his self-control hanging by a thread as you continue to drive him wild.

The room is filled with the sweet sounds of your passionate exploration, the rustle of the sheets, and the occasional gasp as you hit that perfect spot. Clark's muscles tighten and he feels himself getting closer to the edge, but he doesn't want it to end. He wants to savor every moment of this newfound intimacy with you.

Yet, the pressure builds and he knows he can't hold out much longer. With a final groan, he lets go, filling your mouth with his warmth as his body arches off the bed, lost in the intensity of his release. His eyes never leave yours, the connection between you stronger than it's ever been.

You pull back, a smear of him on your lips, looking up at him with a mix of satisfaction and curiosity. You've never done this before, but the way his eyes are looking at you, the way his chest is heaving, tells you that you've done something incredibly right.

Clark's eyes are filled with a mix of love and lust, his hand still on the back of your head. He pulls you up to kiss you deeply, tasting himself on your lips, the salty sweetness mingling with your own flavor. 

The kiss is passionate and hungry as if he's trying to devour you whole. His other hand slides down your back, cupping your ass and pulling you closer, his hard length still pressed against your stomach.

The intensity of the moment is palpable, the air thick with desire. You can feel his heart pounding against your chest, his breath mingling with yours as your tongues dance together. This is a turning point, a moment that changes everything between the two of you, and it's only just begun.

As you kiss, the tension in the room builds again, the desire between you two a palpable force. You feel a new urgency in Clark's touch, his hands roaming over your body with a gentle yet demanding need. 

You respond eagerly, your own hands exploring every inch of his bare skin, tracing the contours of his muscles. Breaking the kiss, you lean back, panting, and whisper, "I need more of you, Clark." He nods, his eyes smoldering, and gently lays you back on the bed. 

His kisses follow a trail down your neck, your chest, and towards your thighs. With a gentle nudge, he opens your legs and kisses the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, his breath hot against your sex. 

Your body responds instantly, your core tightening in anticipation. The touch of his tongue against your clit sends a shockwave through you, making you arch off the bed. His movements are deliberate and skilled as if he's known your body's secrets all along, bringing you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. 

You grip the sheets, biting down on your lower lip to muffle your cries of pleasure. Clark's eyes never leave yours, his gaze filled with love and unbridled desire as he brings you to the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced.

[sleepyjuice]

dying in the heat rn, so how do you think jj would react if you moved to sleep somewhere else in the middle of the night because you were too hot with his body heat?

Oh JJ would not stand for that! After hours of tossing and turning throughout the night, you finally gave up on trying to sleep with JJ’s body heat pressed against you.

You didn’t know how he was sleeping so soundly considering he was quite literally a human furnace, but his soft snores got quieter and quieter as you pulled yourself out of the bed and padded out to the pullout couch in the living room of the chateau.

You got yourself comfortable, sighing as you felt yourself begin to cool off, eyes becoming heavy as sleep finally took over.

It didn’t last long, however, because just as you were about to enter a deep sleep, you felt yourself being lifted into the air, immediately making you gasp loudly, your eyes shooting open only to realize JJ was fucking carrying you back to bed.

“JJ! What the fuck?” You smacked his arm lightly, your heart rate slowing down once you realized it was just him. In your sleepy daze, you thought you were being kidnapped or something.

“Shh, ‘s alright, just me,” he laid you down in the bed before plopping down beside you. “What were you doin’ out there?” He asked you, his voice thick with sleep. He had clearly left the bedroom to find you only seconds after he had woken up.

You sighed, feeling annoyed with how you were heating up once again but also a bit guilty.

“It’s so fucking hot in here and — as much as I love sleeping with you, you are a human furnace. I can’t sleep when it’s so hot.” You explained, gentle with your tone. It wasn’t his fault he was so warm. When it was colder out, that was something you really loved about him, just not during this heatwave from hell.

He hummed at your words, not saying anything for a moment as if he were taking a second to process what you had said. Like he was mentally trying to come up with a solution.

“Be right back.” Was all he said in response, swinging his legs off the side of the bed and exiting the bedroom. Lord knew what he was doing, but he didn’t seem offended, so that was good.

You fanned yourself with your hand as you lay there waiting for his return, turning your head towards the door once you heard him approaching.

“Alright, we can go get an extra box fan or somethin’ tomorrow, but maybe this’ll help for tonight.” He shut the bedroom door behind him before stepping over to your side of the bed, an ice pack and a washcloth in his hands.

“What is this—“

“Sit up for me, baby.”

You did as he said, sitting up just a little as he wrapped the cool washcloth around the ice pack and placed it on your pillow, right where the back of your neck would go. He gently lowered you back down and you could have moaned at the cool feeling that tickled your neck and slowly started to cool you off completely.

“Oh that… that feels nice.” You giggled softly, earning a satisfied grin from your boyfriend as he crawled back into bed beside you, lovingly kissing your slightly sweaty forehead.

“Mm, salty.” He licked his lips once he pulled away, which got him a middle finger in response, but you quickly dropped it, reaching out to him to pull him closer to you.

“Thank you for this, ‘m sorry I just left. I didn’t think I would wake you up.” You told him, his head resting against the side of your boobs, one of his favorite places to be.

“Can’t sleep without you, baby. Hopefully this helps.” He said simply, brushing off your apology. To him, it wasn’t necessary.

Your eyes grew heavy, the soft murmur of JJ’s voice mixed with the cool sensation below your neck was relaxing you finally. Plus, JJ was nuzzled against you, still warm but the coolness from the ice pack mellowed it out quite a bit.

Maybe you would wake up sweaty and overheated again, but you would manage. This was your favorite place to be, whether or not you were on the verge of a heat stroke.

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ You Hold a Piece of Me — Cookie Run Dragons x Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: Prompt is based off of the headcanon that Dragons offer their scales to court <3

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

Pitaya Dragon Cookie

ᯓᡣ𐭩 On the day of the presentation, Pitaya had asked you to a sparring match. You happily accepted, but the Dragon seemed more careful than usual, almost fumbling at times

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Their steps were more measured, moving with a practiced carefulness you hadn't seen from them before. Why now of all times were they holding back? Why were they so distracted? It was so unlike them

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Your answer came when they straightened up once the match concluded, clearing their throat to get your attention. They held out a bright scale, red fading to green shimmering in the light of day while they avoided your eyes

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Don't do anything ssstupid and break it," Pitaya warned in a mumble, a deep blush on their pink cheeks. Their tail wagged a little as they almost shoved it into your hands "A gift from a Dragon should be treated with ressspect! Ssso... take good care of it, alright?!". You smiled as you carefully held it over your heart "I promise. Thank you, Pitaya"

Ananas Dragon Cookie

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ananas always shared their spoils with you, every bit of food and offerings that towered up were lovingly handed to you in kind. They'd even made a nest for you to rest right beside them as they helped you indulge

ᯓᡣ𐭩 They had invited you over for a grand feast, spoiling you by sharing the freshest fruits, and of course allowing you to feed them by hand personally. They then shifted, moving from being tightly pressed to your side to creating sudden distance

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You were about to ask what was wrong, when they held out their claws, cupping a stunning glistening yellow scale between them. Their smile grew fonder at seeing your awe, and they leaned in to whisper to you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "There's a reason I've asked you to this feast," they began, turning over your palm. They gently put the scale in your hand "Take it as an offering from me. A promise that you're my treasure, among all the island's gifts"

Lotus Dragon Cookie

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Wish Dragon was well known for their preference for comfort, and with you that was no exception. You'd gotten your own room in their home, a place to keep utmost serenity

ᯓᡣ𐭩 They called for you, waiting before a large spring lake, strumming their instrument. You came forwards, sitting in front of them and merely watching for a moment. They gave you a fond smile at the sight

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When the song concluded, you applauded, and Lotus chuckled while giving a little bow. They then reached into their robes, extending a rose pink silk-wrapped object to you. You nearly felt your breath catch at the way the emerald scale underneath caught in the silver moonlight

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "It's only fair that I get to have a wish of my own, yes?" Lotus chuckled, cupping their hands under yours "My one desire.. is that you keep this safe. It's a piece of me, you see, and I trust you to take very good care of it. You'll be keeping this for a long, long time"

Longan Dragon Cookie

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You held great respect for the ivory dragon, knowing their kindness did not come easy, but they had always extended a degree of care for you. They kept you safe, guarded by their side for ultimate protection

ᯓᡣ𐭩 In a rare moment of peace, they were gently petting your crispy little cheeks, watching with amusement how easily you felt comforted by their touch. All their eyes watched as they held out a little gold box to you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You looked to them, seeing their firm gaze unwavering as they gave you a little nod. You opened it, seeing the white scale that was within. You took it into your hands, feeling the sharpness of it's edges with awe in your gaze

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Take this and keep it well, little Cookie. It will serve you in the plans to come" Longan said cooly, holding you closer to their form "You do not bend as easily as others do. You have earned this gift, as a token of my notice. Don't make waste of it."

[love44lew]

Day 3: ‘you’re gonna be a mom’

彡drivers lewis hamilton x pregnant!reader 🪼

彡genre intense fluff

彡summary you find a special way to reveal to your husband that you’re gonna be parents

၊၊||၊ i kind of made a part two for this because i wanted it to be a series originally but i kinda thought it was just fine to leave it here ;-; anyways feedback is always appreciated, enjoy!! ၊၊||၊

彡warnings cuteness overload

Lewis has ALWAYSS wanted kids. his natural connection and love for kids is so beautiful and every time you see him with his niece and nephew your heart just explodes into a million pieces. he is SO CUTE ♡︎!! so to your not-so-much surprise when you found out you were pregnant, you knew this would skyrocket him to space. fathers day is up in coming so you knew it was the perfect timing.

you glanced out the window of your bedroom to see your husband carrying the last of the bags into the trunk of your suv as you were inside finishing wrapping the little present you have for him and make your way to the kitchen where you await for him to enter back into the house.

“baby!? you ready to go?” he calls from the front door. “yeah, can you come here real quick?” you call back. lewis makes his way towards the kitchen to find with a little present box in front of you on the island.

“whats this~?” he leans back a little trying to look suspecting with a big smile creeping on his face at the same time. your heart is beating through your chest but you manage to keep your composure as you shakily slide the box towards him.

“for me? thank you.” he leans over and gives you a loving peck on the cheek before unraveling the ribbon tying the mini gift closed.

you can feel your heart beating in your damn ears and you feel like you’re about to throw up like you have been doing for the last 3 days—the mixtures of fear and excitement stirring up within you. it feels like time is moving in .3x with your eyes glued to his hands as he discards your carefully tied ribbon to the side and pulls the top off the box, which lifts the whole box it and a little with a pop as the air trapped within releases as the top drops off the rest of the box. he carefully pulls back the colorful paper and confetti covering the goods within and he slowly takes out a mini diaper followed by a positive pregnancy test. his shoulders drop and he stares at it for a couple seconds. you swore your heart stopped for a moment and your breathing paused as you stood by impatiently for a response. lewis trails his gaze towards you, his eyes pink and glossy. unexpectedly, he carefully places the stuff onto the counter and takes a step toward you, closing the gap between as he pulls you into a warm embrace.

he didn’t say anything but over your own heartbeat you could hear his as your head lay rested on his shoulder, your bodies enveloping in each others warmth. a few moments pass by and lewis breaks the silence with shaken whispers of “thank you”’s and “i love you”’s muffled into the crook of your neck. you rub your hands up his back and neck, you can feel little warm droplets kiss your cheeks, your eyes spilling sweet tears. its not the reaction you expected, but its the reaction you needed. you’ve always wanted kids of your own, its a shared desire between you and your husband.

now, this dream is true and you’re more than ecstatic not that your fulfilling a dream of your own, but now a dream of the one you love the most. his short lived silence spoke volumes. it wasn’t just happiness, it was relief. lewis slightly pulled away to face you, taking in your beauty lovingly. he leaves a series of soft kisses across your face. lewis takes your hand and shifts his lips over to your fingers and palms and then guiding it to his face. you caress his cheek with your thumb, wiping away a light tear that dared to travel further down his smooth glass skin.

“you’re gonna be a mom” he slightly squeezes your hand as he says that. every doubt and nervousness immediately drops from your body as you fall into a small giggle fit. some tears leaving your eyes as you conclude with a sniffle.

“yea..” you roll your eyes playfully “i guess i am”. he dips his arms down below your bum and picks you up into an embrace, continuing his series of kisses on your neck and chest.

your heart flutters and jumps with positivity as you throw your head back in laughter. he places you down on the island and cups your face taking you lips into his for a passionate but loving kiss. his large hands run up your sides, taking a moment to pass them over your stomach feeling over a baby bump that doesn’t quite exist yet but his imagination going wild knowing everything you both achieved up until this point, your love, patience, and hope, has now taken human form. his little miracle. oh how much they need to catch up on when they’re born. he has so much to tell them, he wont even know where to start. he pressed his forehead against yours, his palms ending their path on your shoulders.

“everything feels so right, you feel right baby..” lewis cups the sides of your neck in his hands.

“i love you. words will never be enough to tell, but i hope you know i do and i’m so glad its you, its always been you.” his lips collide with yours once again.

slow and sweet, but feels like electricity every time. your hand rests on his bicep giving it a little squeeze. he pulls away, his kind doe eyes gazing down at you. your eyes dart to each one of his, a pause before your lips clash once again, wherever you were supposed to go long forgotten by now. bodies intertwined as emotions consumed the two of you. your legs swing around his back, forcing his hand to leave your neck and slap down on the counter trying to keep his balance as you pulled him down, deepening the kiss. his other hand slid its way down your body and back to your lower stomach, caressing with his thumb. before things could go any further, lewis’s phone starts to ring. you attempt to ignore but when they called again, its probably important. with a sigh and a final kiss lewis answered the phone with his sister on the other line. “hello?” lewis spoke into the phone.

you can faintly hear the other line and you recognize the voice. “are you guys on the way?” his sister asked. lewis glanced at you and you both exchanged a quiet chuckle.

“yeah, yeah.. you can say that” you heard some “huh? what does that supposed to—“ before the other side of the line went silent as he hung up you and your husbands clips colided with yours again, continuing your interrupted kiss.

“as much as i love kissing you like this, we do have somewhere to be..” he sighed out in between final pecks between you two before pulling away from your lips completely.

“as much as i love kissing you like this, we do have somewhere to be..” he sighed out in between final pecks between you two before pulling away from your lips completely.

“as much as i love kissing you like this, we do have somewhere to be..” he sighed out in between final pecks between you two before pulling away from your lips completely. you whined, the taste of his lips still lingering on yours. lewis helped you down from the table and walked you all the way to the car.

“hehe I’m not disabled yet” you giggled as he helped you down the porch stairs. “i know, just getting into the habit.” he smiled, kissing your knuckles as he assisted you entering the car. your whole life, you’ve always wanted kids. the only problem was, what if its with the wrong person? what if he leaves mid trimester or isn’t the father that her baby needs? what if she fails as a mother? all these doubts have now flown out the window with the wind. since the day you met your husband, you’ve known it was going to be him. he takes any of those doubts and squashes them like annoying bugs. even if your love story comes to an end (which you hope it doesn’t) you will be sure co parenting with him will be an easy feat.

you couldn’t ask for anything more. “woo hooo im gonna be a dad!” your silly husband screams out the car window to the unsuspecting oncoming cars. all you can do is wipe away your tears of happiness and laughter at his goofiness.

—-🐚-—

[milkb0nny]

Hii, first of all it makes me so happy to see someone writing for Ivar in the year of our Lord 2025, and so well too you deserve more love!

I really enjoyed your works. Since requests look to be open could I ask for some fluffy headcanons about Ivar and his wife during feasts/celebrations? I’m a bit introverted and tend to keep to myself if that helps, but please do your thing and I look forward to anything you come up with!

Ivar with...

an introverted wife during a festive feast...

Pairing: Ivar x fem!reader

Note: I rarely get requests because the fandom is rather dying. I still notice a quiet presence of people enjoying Vikings and liking to read fanfics. I mean, I do too! So thank you so much for finding the courage to slide into my ask box! I included some dialogue perhaps it portrays my intention a little better??

Content: established relationships, fluff, wholesomeness, anxious reader, introverted reader

“Stop wringing your hands, love. They’ll start to bleed.”

⚜️ Ivar has a sharp eye, especially when it comes to you. He knows you so well and therefore observes you constantly. The second he sees you fidgeting nervously, avoiding eye contact, or hesitating to engage with others, he knows you’re not too uncomfortable. His observant nature means he can sense your unease even before you tell him.

“You’ll sit here, next to me. Let them try to bother you while I’m around.”

⚜️ Before the feast even begins, Ivar ensures that you’re seated in a way that keeps you away from the loudest, most boisterous individuals. He places you right next to him, acting as a physical and emotional barrier between you and the chaos. Sometimes you like to banter around with the women, and he doesn’t mind. But incase everything gets too much, you have a rather quiet space in the room.

“Look at Hvitserk. How many mugs do you think it’ll take before he dances on the table? My bet’s three.”

⚜️ Ivar isn’t known for being gentle with most people, but with you, he softens. Throughout the evening, he leans close to whisper jokes or biting comments about the crowd to distract you.

⚜️ Ivar’s way of lightening the mood often involves humor. He’ll joke about how everyone else was far more embarrassing than you anxiety could ever be. Perhaps that would make you less conscious about other people’s opinions.

“You’re doing fine, Krútt. They don’t deserve your attention anyway.”

⚜️ While Ivar isn’t overly touchy in public, he makes exceptions when you’re incredibly overwhelmed. His hand might rest protectively on your knee under the table, or he’ll brush his fingers along your arm to remind you that you’re not alone.

“Mind me telling you some tales? It’s far more entertaining than watching my wife blush so lovingly.”

⚜️ If anyone tries to draw too much attention to you, Ivar is quick to redirect it elsewhere. Whether it’s calling out Ubbe for something embarrassing or telling a story about himself, he ensures all eyes are off his wife.

⚜️ Ivar subtly pushes you to engage in ways that won’t overwhelm you. If someone offers you a drink or a kind word, he gently nudges you to respond. Your answer through a nod or a smile is often enough for him and the people around you.

“Come, let’s leave these fools to their noise. They won’t notice we’re gone.”

⚜️ If it becomes too much for you, Ivar doesn’t hesitate to make an early exit. He’d rather waive the feast than watch you suffer.

⚜️ Ivar’s mix of protective fierceness and surprising tenderness ensures that even in the bustling chaos of a feast, his introverted wife feels seen, supported, and loved. And that, is you.

[awizix]

name: anti stress

character: nanami kento (jujutsu kaisen)

tags?: afab! reader, 18+, face sitting, handjob, it's so soft what the hell, petnames (love), reader isn't shaved (i said it.), being gentle and soft together.

words: around 2,3k

notes: nanami kento.......this man is always on my mind. my roman impire. i just wanted to write something about him so bad oh my god (and i did it with not one but two hands wow) + english isn't my first language

it's friday night.

you close the apartment door behind you as you let out a deep sigh. this day was a hell on earth, you're sure of it. you awkwardly take off your heels, carelessly tossing them on the doormat — you'll put them away later, you're too tired to care about it. (kento will probably do it himself — he always looks after you and your belongings).

you ungraciously walk to the kitchen in this pencil skirt that doesn't allow you to take bigger than normal steps and put boxes with take out food on the counter. it's 9:41 pm. a bit earlier kento sent a message asking what would you want for dinner but you replied that you will get take out today — you know this week was just as hard for him as it was for you. probably even harder so you said he shouldn't cook tonight or he might pass out from standing too much.

you walk towards living room as it's the only room with a light on (you know it's the lamp near tv that gives off warm, not too bright light — kento's eyes can get really tired by the end of the day).

you immediately notice him as you enter the room and even in your tired state a small smile appears on your face. he's sitting on the floor, with his back supported by the couch and his head laying on the soft cushion. he's still in his work suit and white shirt (even though now his clothes are all wrinkled from the long day). you notice a bowl with water on the coffee table near by and a wet cloth covering his eyes. you can see that he noticed your presence as well, slightly turning his face to you. you take off your jacket and throw it on the couch as you make your way towards him and slide to the floor, pressing yourself against him.

you both sigh at the contact, finally reunited after this hell of a day. you gently take the wet cloth as you start carefully wipe the excess water on his face and throw it back in the bowl. kento opens his eyes, these hazel orbs looking at you lovingly as he says "welcome home, love". you smile as your palms find their place on his face, gently caressing his stubble. the sensation isn't unpleasant under your fingertips, but you'll help him to shave in the morning. now? you don't want to move from the floor at all.

you get closer to his face and kiss him softly — a completely chaste kiss, just to feel each over, to relax and ground yourselves. he answers willingly, his strong hands grabbing your waist, squeezing and pulling your body closer. he mumbles, a slight mischief in his voice, "tired day?". you giggle as you hide your face in his chest.

he knows it was. the whole week was busy — you with your additional project at work and kento with missions, reports and meetings. you almost haven't seen each other at all this week, only exchanging quick sleepy kisses as kento was leaving too early in the morning for you to be up and you coming home too late to find him already sleeping in the bed. but it's friday. with whole two days of rest ahead.

so you say, quietly and smiling "a whole week, you can say". you massage the back of his neck, occasionally touching short hair of his undercut and he groans at the feeling. you ask him, unable to hide concern in your voice, "how are you feeling?". you know he works so hard sometimes, coming home with dark bags underneath his eyes and bruised body. he rolls his head back on the couch, closing his eyes, as he answers, "just tired. mission took longer than it was planned. but I'm unharmed".

you smile as your hands travel to his broad shoulders and god, you can't keep your hands off this man. even through layers of fabric you can feel his muscles and power hidden in his body. "can i do something? to help you to relax?"

kento is silent for a moment. "yes"

you angle your head, even if he can't see that. you hum, "hm?". you can make him his favourite tea or give him a massage (you read about it online just for him). so you expect something like that, not...

"sit on my face".

you blink several times and shake your head in disbelief. have you.... heard it correctly? "what?". suddenly, with his hands still on your waist, he tugs you closer and you almost fall on him but he holds you firmly but carefully like the most expensive treasure. your face is so close to his and he whispers into your lips, "sit on my face. please, love".

his hands start caressing your back, slowly running up and down, and your body runs hot on autopilot as a response to his touch. but then he kisses you and your mind goes blank — this kiss is nothing like the previous one. it's hot and wet as he licks your lips and his tongue enters your mouth. one of his hands presses your cheeks together, urging you to open your mouth wider and you comply as you moan instantly, feeling him sucking on your tongue.

he breaks a kiss and you look at him, breathless, your chest heaving, "i... i thought you were tired". he hums, his hot hands now exploring the front of your body through your work shirt — he slides them from your exposed neck to your breasts, palming them through your bra, lower to your soft stomach and then up again. "and this is exactly what will help me to relax".

you swallow hard. gosh, he's impossible. you use his shoulders for leverage as you try to get up, "okay, okay. just give me 10 minutes? I'll shower and then..."

"no. don't".

you look at him, puzzled, "hm? what? what do you mean?"

his wandering hands slide lower, gripping your ass as he says, "want you right now. here".

you smile at him, gently shaking your head, "kento, love, i took a shower in the morning but i spent the whole day on my feet, okay? I'm probably sweaty and...".

"and i want you just like that", kento's raspy voice interrupts you. you look at him, his gaze serious but full of desire and want, his pupils dilated with lust pooling in them. you whisper, "are you... are you sure?".

"yes, I'm sure".

you get up, still nervous but with unmistakable heat burning between your thighs. you start pulling your pencil skirt down as kento's hands gently brush against the back of your calfs. next, you tug down your sheer tights and simple cotton underwear and kento groans at the sight of your pussy, "fuck, thought about this beauty the whole week". he pulls you closer as he starts leaving hot wet kisses on your thighs, getting closer and closer to your heat. there, he inhales deeply and moans. you feel blood rushing to your face as you mumble, "kento, oh my god...".

he looks up at you with a small smile as he plants several kisses to the dark patch of hair. you moan — both at the feeling and how unbelievable he is — as you gently caress his hair. he rolls his head back, laying it on the couch and gently slaps your thighs, "come on. get on, love".

you silently follow his order, getting on the couch facing its back, with his head between your parted legs. his strong arms hug your thighs as he pulls you lower and lower until you're completely seated. a shudder runs through you at the feeling of his stubble gently brushing against the soft skin of your inner thighs.

you grip the back of the couch until it hurts a little as you feel his hot tongue pressed completely flat against your womanhood as he starts licking you. he sucks on your folds and teases your clit with a pointed end of his tongue — you start rocking involuntarily, but kento's hands just squeeze harder, locking you in the place.

you whine and mewl as he keeps licking, sucking and kissing — you're so wet you can hear slurps and squelches. you start impatiently unbuttoning your shirt, fingers shaking and not listening too well. halfway through, you grow annoyed and with just a half of buttons undone, you take it off through you head, throwing in on the couch somewhere. you quickly take off your bra and a loud moan erupts from you as you grab your tits, gently rolling perky nipples between your own fingers.

kento's hands disappear from their place on your thighs and with newfound freedom you can't help but start riding his face, just a little, just a bit of back and forth. after a moment you hear a zipper being pulled down, rustling of fabric and feel kento letting out a dreamy sigh, hot air hitting your sensitive folds, as he starts stroking himself.

you whine and shut your eyes as you imagine what he looks like — still in his suit, with his incredible dick out, gently palming himself as he smears precum on the soft skin and brings you closer to the cloud 9 with his wonderful hot tongue.

kento's free hand slides higher, joining yours in palming and massaging your tits as his wet tongue starts entering you that makes your thighs shake. he gently bites your folds and you arch with a loud mewl, parting your legs even wider in your attempt to get his face even closer to your heat. he pinches your nipples softly that earns a loud shriek from you and you can feel him smirking.

you get closer and closer to your orgasm from his skillful movements and as he angles his face so he could plunge his tongue deep into you with his nose pressing against your cute clit and you suddenly cum with a silent moan. your thighs press together, shaking, trapping his head between them but it seems he doesn't mind in the slightest as he eagerly drinks your juices, licking you clean.

you're panting like you just ran a maraphon as you guide your shaking hand to his head — still between your thighs — to softly pat his hair. you look down and by the creases around his eyes you know kento's smiling. you gigle as you get up with a wet sound and slide lower to find your place on his lap as he still slowly strokes himself.

you start unbuttoning his shirt as he keeps his pace — he's close, but he's not in a hurry. you kiss him, wet and hot, as you finally get your hands on his hard chest and stomach. you almost purr as your hands glide lower and accidently touch his hard cock. you smile in the kiss as you put your hand on top of his moving one, your fingertips gently carassing his hot dick. your other hand is softly rubbing his velvet skin, coated with a thin layer of sweat. you can feel a rapid heartbeat under your palm and the way his lungs expand with each inhale. you gently caress his hardened nipples and he groans in your mouth.

he lets go of the hold on the dick, allowing you to take the reins as his hands start touching your body, gently caressing your sides but almost aggresively grabbing and sqeezing your tits. you whine pitifully as you wrap your hand around him, gripping him firmly and stroking him fast — just the way kento loves. you break the kiss, you two looking at each other and breathing the same air. you feel muscles of his abs tightening under your fingertips as you whisper breathly, "like that?". he's nodding as he guides your body closer to him, your moving hand now trapped between your bodies. "yeah....fuck, yeah, like that. just.....just touch the head".

you hum and move your palm to the mushroom like head of his dick, wrapping a tight circle around it as you start stroking him there — firmly and vigorously. that earns you a low moan from kento as his head rolls back, exposing his sensetive neck and you can't help yourself as you start kissing his salty skin, marking him lightly and gently biting his adam's apple.

a minute later he groans, eyes shut and his body tensed, as he cums with his warm seed getting on his chest and stomach as well as your fingers. you slow down your movements, helping him to ride his high and milking him. after several moments you retrieve your hand to grab a wet cloth from the bowl. you clean your hand and carefully wipe kento's body as his tired gentle eyes follow your every movement. you throw it back in the bowl and he pulls you closer, his hands secure around your waist.

he kisses you then, deeply but without any heat — only love and gratitude. you gigle quietly, breaking the kiss and looking at him warmly. he smiles at you, "thank you, love".

"feel better?".

"so much better".

you raise your hands and stretch, muscles tensing for a moment but relaxing a second later. unbeknownst to you, kento's gaze glides on your body — soft tummy and the way your tits move. you're so beautiful. he kisses the place between your breasts and you laugh softly. he whispers, "i love you".

you gently caress his face, "love you too".

"shower?".

"oh my god, yes".

P.S. istg if he was real i would have to be put down like a feral animal.

[klausysworld]

New Life

Summary: Fear haunts Klaus but love radiates from Y/N. When an unexpected pregnancy comes to light it’s time for Klaus to ensure the best for his new family.

Soft sounds escaped from under the gap in the bathroom door, luring Klaus closer. His fingers had let the handles of the bag slip to the floor so that he could reach her quicker. A worried call already leaving his mouth.

"Y/N?" It was panicked, fearful. Klaus had been constantly concerned that she's been discovered, that he'd come home to her one day and those cries would be filled with pain whilst her body shook with agony in a deeply routed revenge for him. "My love-" The crack in his voice was proof of his terror. The hesitation of his footsteps added to the lump in his throat but when the door was pushed open a instant hit of relief struck him before a completely different kind of worry took it's place

Y/N was letting out the quietest of sobs and sniffles with her head leaning against the tub. One pregnancy test in her hand and three more on the floor near here while too many boxes littered the ground. Klaus felt his stomach drop to his feet. He was already terrified something could happen to Y/N and now he had another baby at risk of death at every turn?

For a split second he considered not keeping the baby but the thought was gone as quick as it came and he was down on his knees beside her. Both his arms encircled her, pulling her close and holding her head to his chin to kiss her head lovingly, reassuringly.

"I'm here." Klaus whispered, eyes wide and wet. The familiar feeling swamped him of the first time he held Hope. The unconditional love, the need to protect and guard. "How long have you been in here?" He questioned, concerned with the tear streaks staining her cheeks and shirt. When no words left her he frowned and caressed her face. "Are you frightened, love?"

It was a stupid question and Klaus knew it but he just needed to hear her speak. Y/N nodded simply and he rubbed down her back comfortingly.

"It's okay." Reassurance laced his voice as he guided her to stand, his arms supporting the majority of her weight to get her back into the living room of her apartment. The space had never seemed small before until he started picturing baby things all over: a bouncer, a crib, toys, nappies, bottles. The list was ongoing but as overwhelmed as Klaus felt, he needed to be calm for her.

So they sat down on the sofa and he took her hands into his, squeezing them gently. Klaus was determined to turn this into the best moment of their relationship.

It took a little while for reality to settle but eventually they seemed to be on the same page.

"Alright, that's the last box." Klaus announced with a sigh of relief as he paced the packed cardboard box into the empty living room of the new house they'd bought. Y/N put up a little fight over the price split but Klaus wasn't going to let her drain her bank when he could get it with the snap of his fingers. But he let her put some in so that she didn't feel so bad about it.

"When did I own so much stuff..." She mumbled, glancing over the boxes a little overwhelmed as Klaus circled her to hug her from behind, his hands resting on the small bump starting to form.

"Some of it's mine too, since we're to be living together now." He smiled, a kiss pressed to her cheek to end the sentence. It was almost odd to feel so comfortable and domestic in his world of chaos and literal magic. Even when he had Hope nothing settled or calmed, she was growing up in madness not a home or a family. The new house had a bedroom for Hope, Klaus somehow wished to be able to just have his own family, Y/N, Hope and the baby. When it was late and he was alone with his thoughts, he would think back to the time his mother wanted him to be in the body of a mortal. Being human wasn't something he had ever wanted or even considered and he knew it was entirely impossible considering who he was, the things he'd done and the people after him but he couldn't bare it to drag her into his lifestyle either. To tell her what he was, how he survived, what their child might become. She had met Hope, the sweetest girl who would tell her she was going to be a powerful witch when she grows up but it was all a fantasy to Y/N. A childish dream, not reality. And it was difficult to explain to Hope that Y/N couldn't know they weren't human yet. Every time he got close to telling, something stopped him. Something telling hm it would ruin the perfect life he could have.

Besides, he definitely couldn't tell her during her pregnancy. It might stress her out too much and Klaus wouldn't risk the baby's health not hers.

Instead he did his very best to keep her happy and as comfortable as a pregnant woman could be.

He held her hands, the bottom of her back, her ass, her hips, her waist, all of her to make her feel secure. He'd massage her shoulders and her feet, insist on cooking or at least helping as well as cleaning (Y/N refused to have hired cleaners come in when they were perfectly capable themselves). Klaus just wanted to look after her the best he could, especially seeing as he didn't do the greatest job at protecting Hayley when he was trying to.

"You're like a damn guard dog." She scolded though her tone was light and teasing as he stood in the doorway with his arms folded over his chest, arguing that she shouldn't be doing so much gardening in the blazing heat whilst pregnant. Her words made his wolf grin inside but it also bristled him a little. She didn't understand how hard it was keeping her safe, not just from the regular human things but from a dozen vampires, werewolves, witches and his own damn family.

"You could overheat. Or dehydrate, burn-"

"I can't just sit all the time Nik, I'm going crazy." She frowned, looking up at him in that 'just let me have my way' look but he wouldn't budge when it came to her safety.

"I'll buy more indoor plants." He mumbled whilst stepping closer to back her into the house further. Y/N just huffed and ran her fingers through her hair making Klaus soften with a sliver of guilt. "I just want to look after you." He sighed, stepping to her and wrapping both arms around her midsection, feeling her swollen belly press against him. "And our little one."

"I know." The words were tired but understanding. Their bodies leant against each other and their breaths mingled in the peace of the quiet.

Life was rarely quiet for Klaus until he started spending his time with Y/N. The silences weren't tense and dangerous but comfortable and soothing. It was difficult to adjust to at times but since living with her everything became natural.

By the time she was eight months pregnant he had her on bed rest, holding her tight and snuggling her close until he needed to run off to get meals and refreshments.

And when the baby finally came it was like all time had stopped.

Klaus hadn't even considered that the child could be a boy, that he would have a son.

Each time the sweet boy was in his arms Klaus felt as though he would accidentally break him, hurt him, ruin him like MIkael did to him. Y/N didn't know the full extent of the abuse, nobody did, but she could see the fear coating him, haunting his relationship with their son.

"He won't break, Nik." Y/N whispered from her place in their bed, watching him hold their little boy -Henry- over the crib.

"He's tiny." He muttered, wrapping his finger and thumb around his little wrist, then his leg.

"He's sleeping" She yawned, "And you should be too, come back."

Eventually he did, crawled back into bed and buried his nose into her hair. Without meaning to he almost never left the house, always wanting to be with them both. Their lives had completely intertwined and blossomed a whole new person.

His soul was made for hers.

[chai-berries]

candid / patri guijarro

you and patri are in love and the girls love it / wc: 1600

“Mi Vida? Can you take a photo of me here?” Patri gestures to the wall of graffiti behind her.

“Sí. Phone?” You hold out your hand to take her phone from her.

It’s early afternoon and you and Patri just finished getting breakfast with the Barça crew Patri has adopted. It varies but the most common members are Jana, Vicky, Salma, Claudia, and Kika (especially now that her brace is off). You don’t usually venture out with them often because of work and all the after work activities you and your own group of friends plan, but once in a while you get to join them at a new café or lunch place that Patri has been “dying to try” and who are you to deny her? This time it was a new Mediterranean restaurant and it was so good that everyone carried boxes of leftovers because no way were they leaving any food left.

Now sufficiently full of delicious food, the group unanimously decides to get fresh coffee and go for a walk around the neighborhood. According to Kika and Jana, there’s also a beautiful park with a gorgeous water fountain in the middle. A great, easy way to work off the food and get some sun in.

Patri stands in front of the graffiti and does various poses for you. She takes some serious ones, but once Jana yells out “YASSS” followed by Salma singing out “Go Patrisiaaaa!!! Muy bonitaaa!!”, she becomes shy from the attention and that’s where you get the good candids of her sweet, sunny smile.

Once she’s done being hyped up, Patri walks back to you. You wrap one arm around her waist, handing her phone back to her. She starts swiping through them and you bring up your hand to block the sun from her screen.

“Gracias, Mi Vida. I like this one!” She shows you the image — it’s right before the girls came out of the restaurant. She’s smiling widely at you and the sun catches her perfectly.

“Hmm. Me too!” You kiss Patri’s cheek, the muscles twitching upwards into a smile under your lips. “MUY, MUY bonita.” You tease lovingly.

Patri groans, titling her head back. “Don’t.” She whines. But you know she’s not mad when she leans into your kiss a second later.

“Chicas, nuestras madres son muy lindas, verdad???” Jana teased loudly.

Patri rolled her eyes from where she’s still wrapped in your hold . “I’m 26! I’m not your mama, okay?”

Jana scoffs. “Well, I’m 23. That’s like a million years of difference to me.”

You can’t hold your laugh back. Then everyone is laughing while Patri stands there, pretending to be annoyed.

She turns to you. “What are you laughing about? You’re 27!”

You stop laughing. “I’m actually a young 27. Like an unofficial 23 year old all over again.” You shrug. Vicky loudly snickers next to you.

“She’s right. Vida is way cooler and hip,” she adds in.

Patri mumbles something under her breath. Something like “How does Alexia live like this?” before she, out loud, says, “I just bought lunch and this is how you repay me? With disrespect? Whatever. I’m gonna go buy coffee and I’m not buying anyone else’s.” With all the sass she has, Patri turns and heads to the café.

You and the rest of the girls share an amused look before following the 26 year old into the store.

Patri is standing in the queue and you walk right up to her and wrap your arms around her waist. You lean forward to rest your chin on her shoulder.

“Mi Solll. You know it was a joke. You are young and beautiful and no one’s mother. I promise.”

Patri squeezes one of your arms. “I know.” She grumbles out. You move with her as the queue shuffles forward.

You make sure to lower your voice and speak only into Patri’s ears. “But you could be mi mami, no?”

She blushes and squeezes your arm again.

“Behave, Mi Vida. The Children are present.”

Said Children are standing behind you now. Jana is taking photos of the café’s decor. Vicky and Kika are both focused on what drink they want to order. And Salma and Claudia are already looking for a place to sit that’s the most aesthetic for potential fit pics.

When it’s Patri’s turn, you step away from her. You love her and love touching her but doing full PDA in front of a person just doing their job? Not your cup of tea, so to speak. Patri finishes her order and turns her head back to you.

“Do you want your flat white?” She asks.

You take a second to acknowledge that she knows your current favorite order, one you change often. Then you take another to tease her. “I thought you said you were not going to buy “anyone else’s”?” You mimed quotation marks with your fingers.

Patri clicks her tongue and nods over your shoulder. “I meant the kids. Never you.” She says easily. Then to the barista. “One Flat White, please.”

She swipes her card, leaves a tip, says a kind “thank you” to the barista, and takes one of your hands in hers to lead you over to the pick-up counter. You follow easily, smiling at her like you’re on your first date all over again. You like to think that loving her is magically both easy and familiar while still feeling brand new and exciting.

“What?” She asks when you can’t wipe the lovesick smile off your face.

You shake your head. “Nothing. Thank you for the coffee, mi amor.” You lean in and give her a quick kiss on the cheek. Patri smiles at you, a little confused, but she accepts the affection, wrapping an arm around you.

Soon Jana and Vicky join you. Jana looks at Patri and frowns. “Patri! Tell Vicky to stop copying me. She ordered the same coffee as me! And—”

Patri held up her free hand. “No soy tu madre. Dios, I need to apologize to Alexia for the teasing,” she moans out, bringing the same hand to her head to rub her temples.

“That was the most Mom thing ever, by the way,” Vicky points out. “The complaining and the hand to head thing…”

Patri drops her hand and gives Vicky a deadpan stare. There's a pause then suddenly Patri leans forward to playfully slap the side of Vicky’s head. The younger girl giggles, swerving away from the incoming hand. This leads into Patri chasing Vicky out of the cafe.

Jana stays with you and helps grab Vicky’s order while you get Patri’s.

“Children, amirite?” Jana says to you.

You guys walk out to the tables that Salma told you to sit at when you walked by her towards the door.

“Yes, you are absolutely right. And you used amirite perfectly,” you tell her. She laughs and thanks you.

Patri and Vicky are apparently done playing chase, and are sitting at the table already. You give Patri her coffee and take the chair next to her. When the rest of the group is ready, the four of you get up and start wandering down the streets. Patri takes your free hand in hers before you walk too far from her and you stay tethered to each other for the rest of the walk.

The one thing about this group is that they are each other's hype men and their photographers. In fact, pictures taken by both Salma and Jana have been posted on your social media recently. And the girls made sure to rub it in Patri’s face who simply said “I’m already her favorite person in the world so I always win.”

Later that night, when you and Patri are back home, post-dinner, and deciding what to meal prep this week, you get a notification from instagram:

janafernandez3 mentioned you in their story

The story was a photo of four cups of coffee on a table outside the café you went to. Jana tagged three of them with names: yours, Patri’s and Vicky’s. In the photo you can also see Patri's wrist (adorned by her smile bead bracelet) and your handbag hanging off the side of the table. You make sure to Heart the story and tag it to yours before messaging Jana about how the picture is “soooo coffee shop aesthetic”, which she Hearts immediately.

“Did you see Jana’s story?” You ask Patri.

“Yeah. Wait did I show you what she sent me on Whatsapp?” Patri crosses the kitchen to grab her phone.

“No? What is it?”

Patri unlocks her phone and taps open the photos app.

“She took a picture of us while in line at the café.”

Patri turns her phone towards you so you can see the photo clearly. The photo is exactly what she said, you standing behind Patri, your arms wrapped around her. Even though it doesn’t show your faces, the intimacy is felt through the screen.

“Aw!” You zoom in on the picture.

“Send it to me? Please?”

“Of course!”

“I love Jana and her love of taking photos of everything and everyone. Thanks to her we have so many cute photos together,” you praise.

“I know. It almost makes up for her calling us mothers.”

You giggle at her grumpy tone. “Aye, be nice, mami.” You pat her cheek.

She mimes biting you, making you squeal and lean away from her. She doesn’t let you get far, pulling you towards her and pressing her lips to your temple. You tilt your head back and pucker your lips at her. She wastes little time and kisses you soundly on the mouth, repeatedly. You laugh into her mouth, making her smile against your lips.

“Stop laughing at me, Mi Vida,” she whines as she continues to kiss you on or near your mouth until your giggles are swallowed and subsided.

a/n: shout-out to the girlies who are 25+ 🫶 i made the reader 27 because i’m 27 🤷‍♀️ if that bothers you, pretend it doesn’t lmao

i’m also so in love with patri and her smiley bead bracelet and her friend group all being younger than her (bitch me too tf)

also, happy almost 27th birthday to mi sol <3

more patri fics here <3

[exodusin]

♱ — 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𖤐 bill cipher x fem!reader, Who Framed Roger Rabbit au, bill cipher is Roger coded and you are the one and only Jessica Rabbit coded, Bill Cipher will be a triangle suck a lemon for those who don’t fuck with triangle bill

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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There you were, applying the first layers of your makeup, wearing a fluffy white robe to cover your sparkly, seductive red dress, while your hair was held by hair rollers as soft jazz played from your record player. Your assistant knocked on your door. "Mrs. Cipher, you have gifts."

"Bring them in, Stevie. Thank you," you said, your voice dripping with a sultry tone. Your assistant entered and placed the gifts onto your couch. You resumed applying your makeup, but a tag from the gifts caught your eye. You see the 'tag', which turns out to be a card.

"For my dearest, loveliest wife, from your one and only husband, Bill Cipher. Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo - flip to the second page for more hugs and kisses, dearest!" you read, a smile spreading across your lips.

You smiled lovingly at the tag and flipped to the second page without leaving out a word or letter. On the next page, there continued to be lots of 'xoxoxo's until you spotted a Polaroid picture of Bill. You saw the picture of Bill blinking, and unexpectedly, he popped out of the picture, floating above you with a mischievous grin.

"Well, well, well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes! Look at you! Looking beautiful as ever, toots!" Your triangle husband praised, doing a little spin in the air. He eagerly grabbed your hand and peppered it with kisses from his eyelid. "Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!" he exclaimed, his voice high-pitched and giddy.

You chuckled, and your eyelids rested unintentionally seductively since you were drawn that way to be unintentionally seductive. "Oh, honey, you flatter me way too much. I'm just wearing a mere robe, and my hair is still in rollers," you said in your natural deep voice. Bill rolled his cat-like pupil eye and scoffed dramatically.

"Nonsense, nonsense! I will love you and spoil you with my affection no matter what, dearest!" Bill declared, swooping down to plant a kisses on your hand. He then snapped his fingers, causing a clone of himself to appear and do the same to your other hand.

You sighed and shivered, feeling goosebumps on your exposed neck as the clone merged back into the original Bill. The yellow triangle then opened one of the boxes he had given you as a gift - it was a pair of sparkly, deep purple gloves.

"A pair of sparkly gloves for my brightest supernova that shines brighter than any other star from all the dimensions I've visited and destroyed," Bill giggled, doing a little jig in the air.

You smiled lovingly at him. You reached for the gloves, but he just pushed your hands away from them with his black fingers, tsking playfully.

"Ah, ah, ah, let me do the honor of putting these gloves on your beautiful hands and arms," he said, snatching up the gloves and carefully sliding them onto your fingers and arms, smoothing out any wrinkles with his extra hands.

With his extra hands, he wanted to do your makeup, gushing the entire time about how lucky he was to have a loving, hot diggity dynamite wife like you. "Oh, you're just the most beautiful and wonderous creature to ever exist, toots! The bee's knees! The cat's meow!" he exclaimed, giggling uncontrollably.

When he finished doing your makeup, he was just giggling at how beautiful you are, floating around you in circles. You looked at the mirror and just dotted a fake mole on your cheek.

"Oh, Billy, honey, you are such an artist," you said seductively, grabbing him and peppering his 'face' or triangle body with kisses, leaving lipstick marks all over him. You finished with one final, lingering smooch on his 'lips', which are his eyelids.

Bill's body jolted like electricity at the kiss, and his top hat let out a train-like whistle at your affection. Once you broke the kisses, Bill was over the moon and couldn't stop giggling, doing loop-de-loops in the air.

As you were going to take off your robe that covers your sparkly red dress and undo the hair rollers, Bill stopped you, claiming he wanted to wowed and surprised once he sees you perform on stage all dolled up.

"See you later, Billy," you said, giving him a coy wink.

He giggled like an idiot, his voice cracking. "See you later, angel lips!" he squeaked, before zipping out of the room in a blur of yellow and black.

[wondersinwaynemanor]

i have this hc that the rest of the batkids are getting comfortable in going to Jason and Roy's place, and just know that Jason won't get mad because of Lian's presence.

[i promised myself i won't make the scenerios too long]

---

Jason walks out the room to get some water from the kitchen, when he hears the kitchen cabinet open.

and viola, it's Tim and Steph opening a box of fruit loops cereal.

Jason, tries to keep his voice low: What in the actual fuckery are you both doing here in the middle of the night?

Steph, munching on some food, raises both of her hands: This was Tim's idea. I'm innocent.

Tim, shrugs: Lian said I could have some of her fruit loops.

Jason: I swear, Replacement, I'm going to-

Lian, walking from behind the counter, rubs her eyes: Don't be mad, Jayjay. I told Uncle Tim and Aunt Steph they could take some of my food.

Jason, frustrated at this point: Did you wake her up?

Tim and Steph both shake their heads.

Roy, from their room: Jaaaaaybird, let the kids eat!

Jason, sighing, takes Lian's hand slowly: Let's get you back to bed, Princess.

Lian, sleepily: Don't forget to add to the swear jar, Jayjay.

Tim and Steph laugh quietly by the time Jason and Lian disappear for their sights, and continue to eat.

---

at 5 in the morning, Roy shrieks from the hallway. Jason immediately goes out to check.

Roy, a hand on his chest: Damn it. Cass scared the living hell out of me.

Jason, raises his brow: Cass???

Roy points to the living room. Cass is sitting comfortably on the couch, still in her Black Bat suit, but cowl off. Lian has her head on her lap as Cass runs her fingers softly on her hair.

Cass looks up at the two men, but doesn't say anything. then smiles down as she sings a low lullaby to Lian.

Jason: Uh, I think it's best if we let her be.

Roy, nods: I agree.

---

as Jason and Roy are getting comfortable on bed, Lian knocks on their bedroom door.

Jason: I already put her to bed. I think it's the chocolate milk, Roy. She gets a little hyper before bed.

Roy, getting up from his position, chuckles: Maybe munchkin got hungry. Again.

Jason chuckles with him, putting the blanket higher on his upper body.

Jason is not too sure, but he dozes off for a few minutes. and reaches for Roy on his side, but he isn't there. thinking, Lian did get hungry, he stands up from the bed and exits the room.

he should have just continued to sleep.

on the couch, there's Dick, still in his suit, a few bruises on his face and a bandaged leg, and Duke, on his suit as well, a few bruises on his face too, but no bandages whatsoever. Lian is sat between them as the three of them watch an animated show on the television.

Jason, standing a distance from the couch, crosses his arms on his chest: Last time I checked, this is supposed to be a private apartment for three people. This isn't a vacation home-

in sync, Dick, Duke and Lian shush him, their eyes glued on the screen.

Roy laughs from the kitchen.

Jason, approaches him: What's going on here?

Roy, wipes his hands on the kitchen towel: Lian let them in. Dick is injured-

Jason: Good.

Roy, pulls Jason close by the waist: Dick, your brother, is injured. I patched him up. Duke thought it was a good idea for them to stop by here to rest.

Jason: And they're ruining Lian's sleeping hours.

Roy, kisses his temple: It's a Saturday, Jaybird.

Jason, murmurs: Sure.

Roy, smiles: You're such a dad now.

Jason blushes, hiding his face on Roy's shoulder.

---

as Roy brings Jason on top of him, they hear Lian's loud giggles from outside their room.

Jason, looks down at Roy: I thought she's asleep already.

they both stand up to check on Lian.

and it's her and Damian on the living room floor, a kitten between them. the kitten is wrapped with Robin's cape.

Jason: Looks like the brat found another kitten.

Jason and Roy stare lovingly at the scene for a few minutes. Lian smiles brightly, patting the kitten gently. Damian is also smiling, caressing the animal on his arms.

[hgfictionwriter]

Self Control: Part Eight - Reveal

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Your body is starting to change, and your moods are changing even quicker! You and Jessie experience a first and you learn the sex of your baby.

Warnings: Some language. Some nudity (?), intimate touching.

A/N: I've had a few requests to have poor Jessie coping with Reader's mood swings. Enjoy! lol. Rest of the series is here.

"Finally," you said as Jessie came through the door with a package under her arm.

"What is it anyway?" She asked as she handed the box over to you and you placed it on the table to open it. She watched as you pulled out an item and held it up against yourself, turning to her.

"What do you think?" You asked with a knowing smile that shifted into a smirk. Jessie's eyes drifted to the bra you were showcasing and a goofy grin crossed her face.

"Well I think you'll need to actually try it on for me," she said flirtatiously as she came up to you, placing her hands on your growing stomach as she leaned in for a kiss.

She smiled brightly just at the touch. You were very close to 20 weeks along and your belly had swelled notably over the past few weeks. Unless if you were wearing a large sweater or jacket, it was no longer a secret that you were expecting and Jessie adored it.

Anytime you were out together she was on top of the world as she stood next to you, arm around your waist and proud as can be. She couldn't help but beam when someone referred to either of you as moms-to-be.

"I figured you'd say something like that," you responded as you pulled back and gave her a fleeting peck on the cheek as you retreated to the bedroom. Jessie trailed after you eagerly.

"I bought two new bras for now," you explained. "I'll see how comfortable they are and if I like them I'll buy more."

"Okay," she said as she sat down on the edge of the bed and practically swung her feet as you drew your top over your head. You tossed it at her playfully as she caught it with a waggle of her eyebrows.

She grinned as you stood before her and unclasped your bra, your breasts falling freely as you removed it. She bit back a chuckle at the sigh of relief you released.

"God," you breathed in complaint, cupping one of your breasts with your hand. "I should've got these two weeks ago. Can't believe how much my boobs have grown."

"I know," Jessie said in an entirely different tone, her gaze transfixed on your breasts.

She held back a bashful smirk as you shot her a look while you started to put on one of the new bras. When clasped, you studied yourself momentarily. You huffed.

"God. I'm going to need a new size in another few weeks at this rate," you complained further. Jessie stood up and approached, hands out as she gently grasped your breasts, feeling them mindfully while in appreciation.

Jessie was solely focused on your breasts until you snapped your fingers in front of her face with a laugh.

"Focus," you joked. "What do you think?"

"Glorious," Jessie said simply. You rolled your eyes affectionately as you tried on the other bra.

"Is there one you like better?" You asked. She had yet to draw her eyes away from your cleavage.

"I like them both," she said with a wide smile.

"You don't say," you teased with another eye roll. "By the way, these past few weeks have been the absolute most excited you've ever been to help me shop for clothes." Jessie felt her face heat up with a light blush, but she shrugged it off.

"What can I say? You look absolutely gorgeous." And she meant it.

"Ugh," you dismissed as you turned and studied yourself in the mirror with a borderline rueful smirk. "I thought the weight I put on in first year uni was tough." You sighed as you honed in on the faintest marks on your breasts and on your abdomen. "And I'm getting stretch marks," you whined.

"Babe," Jessie said as she stepped in front of you and placed her hands lovingly on your stomach. "That is totally normal. You're beautiful." She saw that you weren't entirely convinced and she went on. "You're beautiful," she repeated, "but I know it bothers you. So, let me put cream on for you."

"I can do it myself," you pouted as you turned away and grabbed the lotion off of the dresser. You pumped some into your hands and walked away from her as you applied it.

"Babe, don't be stubborn. Let me help," she insisted as she followed after you with a frown.

"I'm fine," you told her, keeping your back to her.

Jessie held back a sigh. She knew to expect mood swings, but you'd always been quite chill and outside of the few that happened in your first trimester, predominantly when you were dealing with morning sickness, you'd been pretty much yourself through the pregnancy. However, it couldn't always be that way.

"Baby. I would like to help you," she said patiently. You made a minor noise of acknowledgement, but grabbed your shirt off the bed and retreated to the bathroom, closing the door behind you without so much as a look her way.

She stood there alone in the bedroom and finally let out her sigh of frustration as she stared at the closed door unsure of what to do. After several moments of indecision she eventually chose to give you your space and sulked out to the kitchen. She stood there looking around and contemplating her options before opening the fridge and started to prepare a snack for you. Maybe some food would be a sufficient peace offering. Not that she was sure what she was trying to make up for.

She was still prepping the small charcuterie board of sorts when she heard you emerge from the bedroom. She looked over to you as you walked out. You were fully dressed again, but Jessie was met with the cold shoulder again. A quiet huff escaped her as she refocused on cutting up some veggies.

A few moments passed and she heard you settling in on the couch. She discretely peered over her shoulder to see you curled up on your phone. From your body language though, she could tell you were still upset.

She looked over the board before she gave a self-affirming nod and picked it up, carrying it over to you. She set it down on the table in front of you and stood there wordlessly for a few seconds watching you purposefully ignore it and her.

"I'm not hungry," you eventually said, tone flat and your eyes didn't rise from your phone.

"Well. I'll leave it there for you for when you are," Jessie said, trying to stamp out the bubbling disappointment and frustration. She watched you intently, noting the way you exhaled through your nose and settled further in, your shoulders rising up as you pulled your limbs in tighter and still avoiding eye contact.

She exhaled in the same way and turned on her heel and retreated to the bedroom, grabbing her laptop on the way. She sat cross-legged on the bed and perused her emails, read the news; anything really to busy herself.

Her eyes lifted from the screen as she heard the faint sound of you biting into a carrot or celery. She smiled faintly and picked up her phone to type out a message to you.

"I need you to know that you are truly more and more beautiful to me every day. Every part of you, too. I know it's hard for you and you may feel insecure about some things, but you are the most gorgeous woman to me. Every change in your curves, every stretch mark is beautiful to me and knowing that it's because our baby is growing each day and you're carrying them so incredibly makes it mean that much more to me."

She sent it and looked expectantly at the open doorway. The sounds of you eating stilled and she checked her phone. She saw you'd read the message and she awaited your response. The moments passed; more moments passed - nothing.

"Getting left on read by my own fiancée," Jessie muttered under her breath with a sigh as she propped her chin into her palm while she mindlessly scrolled on her laptop.

Several minutes later, her phone lit up and buzzed. She readily picked it up.

"Yet you don't want to be with me."

Jessie narrowed her eyes at the message in confusion. She shook her head and sat up straight.

"What? What are you talking about?" She said loud enough for you to hear.

Silence. She sighed, harsher this time, her patience wearing thin. She was about to speak up again when she saw the bubbles appear in your chat. She breathed quietly, forcing herself to remain calm.

"Well what are you even doing? You obviously don't want to spend time with me. And you're on a plane first thing tomorrow morning. So."

A frustrated huff escaped Jessie as she pushed herself up off the bed and strode towards the door. She slowed and took a steadying breath to get a hold of herself as she reached the doorway.

She rounded it and was about to speak when she laid eyes on you to see you sitting there, your eyes uncharacteristically teary. The irritation she'd been feeling a moment before was fully replaced by confusion and concern.

"Babe, what's going on?" She asked as she approached. "Of course I want to spend time with you. I didn't think you wanted to spend time with me. You walked away and closed the door on me. I thought you wanted space." You sniffled as she took up a spot next to you on the couch, facing you and resting a hand on your leg. You recoiled subtly and Jessie couldn't help but frown and huff. "See?" She said in accusation.

You shot her a look, eyes red and watery. "Why wouldn't I want to spend time with you? You're the most important person in my life."

"I-" Jessie stuttered and stalled, unsure how to proceed appropriately. She was always very careful with her words and unpredictable situations like this weren't ones she thrived in. While she contemplated how to respond, you wiped at a stray tear.

"No wonder you want to leave," you said, eyes still set forward and away from Jessie.

Her face screwed up. "What? No. I don't."

"Sure."

Jessie narrowed her eyes at you, entirely perplexed. She sighed audibly.

"I never enjoy leaving you to begin with. But I can't stand it now. I hate leaving for days at a time and missing moments with you and our little one. I love you more than anything. But knowing I have to go...," she trailed off, her gaze drifting down as she found her words. She looked back up at you, encouraged by how you watched her from the corner of your eye.

"Travel used to just be me going through the motions, here one day, there another, it was what it was. Now, since I met you, I miss you so much every time and I'm always so thrilled at the prospect of coming home to you. Nothing feels as good as being in your arms again after I've been away." She watched you helplessly and spoke imploringly. "Please believe me."

"God. I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me," you sniffled as you finally fully looked at her, eyes so sad and her heart swelling immediately at the sight.

She smirked and kissed your cheek, feeling it was safe to do so again. She smiled fully when you didn't pull away and instead leaned into her. She kissed the top of your head as she wrapped her arms around you and chuckled softly.

"Nothing's wrong with you - you're pregnant."

Your body jostled lightly against her as you snickered. You brought a hand up to your stomach and rubbed idly. "I really am, I guess."

Jessie kissed the top of your head again with a smile. "You still mad at me?"

"No. I'm sorry," you said as you cuddled in further. "Thanks for putting up with me. And for the snacks."

She gave you a squeeze. "Don't apologize. This is my end of the deal. it's the very least I can do."

"I appreciate it one way or another," you said as you rest against her.

You sat quietly together for a few moments before you jolted up. "Oh shit."

Cold panic went through Jessie seeing how your hands were on your stomach and you stared down wide-eyed at your bump. She did her best to remain stoic and she reached a hand out to gently rest on yours.

"What's wrong?"

"I-" You started, but stalled. You were quiet for a second before grasping Jessie's hand and pressing it against the underside of your stomach. She held her hand there motionless, eyes shifting from your bump to your face and back again as she waited silently and on the edge of her seat. Your eyes were set on the floor as if you were deep in thought.

Eventually, you let out a small sigh. "I swear I felt a fluttering of some kind. Or a couple of tiny, gentle taps." You sighed once more. "I-"

Suddenly, Jessie felt the faintest sensations under her fingers. They were over nearly as soon as they started, but they were there.

She looked up at you, eyes wide in shock, your expression now one of excitement as you looked back at her.

"Oh my God," Jessie said in wonder as she adjusted her hand slightly, hoping to feel it again, leaning in and looking as though that would make a difference.

You laughed lightly, and that was all she could feel. She frowned at you. "Stay still. I want to feel it again."

"Oh, I'm sorry," you said teasingly in exaggeration though you did pause your movements once more.

Jessie remained entirely focused on your stomach, every now and then very purposefully and slowly moving a hand around to try to perhaps feel the sensation somewhere else. She eventually tried talking.

"Hi little one. It's me - your mom," she said softly as she thumbed the swell of your stomach gently. "Do you want to move again for me?" Nothing. A tiny frown formed on her face, but she continued. "I'm really excited to see you at our ultrasound appointment next week. I have your picture up in my locker, you know. I can't wait to get a new one. I love you so much already. My whole locker is going to be pictures of you." She looked at you out of the corner of her eye with a smirk, "and Momma."

Jessie felt around for another minute or two, but to no avail. She huffed and sat back up.

Though she could feel the disappointment weighing on her, her eyebrows bunched together, she relaxed when she finally looked up to see you smiling at her.

"I think they were just telling us they're happy we made up. They don't like when we bicker," you told her. Jessie cocked a smirk and rest a hand against your stomach once more.

"Well, now I want to bicker and make-up again so I can feel them again." Your hand came to rest over hers and Jessie thumbed the back of your hand. "I think they don't like it when I make you cry. Rightfully so."

"Well hopefully they know I was being marginally irrational," you joked. "They'll make themselves known again soon. I'm sure," you told her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "And when they're kicking up a storm in the future and bruising my insides, I'm going to blame you for encouraging them."

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The following week, Jessie sat with you again at Dr. Mal's office for the anatomy scan. She gave you a small smile as you lay reclined on the table and the ultrasound tech applied the gel to your swollen abdomen.

Jessie lifted your hand and gave you a kiss on your knuckles before clasping your hand in both of hers. This appointment felt so different than the first ultrasound. While she'd been so nervous the first time around, and it would be a lie to say she wasn't nervous now, this time she felt more excited than anything.

She subconsciously held her breath as the technician brought the probe to your stomach and started scanning. Your hand tightened around Jessie's as images started to form on the screen.

"There's your baby," the technician said as the visuals became more defined.

Jessie beamed, eyes fixed to the screen and only pulling away when she saw your head flick towards her with a glowing smile of your own. She squeezed your hand.

While in the first scan, your baby was merely a small shape, now, your baby was unmistakable. She belatedly realized she was tearing up already just at the image before you.

"I'm going to take a number of images and scans here, and then Dr. Mal will come in after she's reviewed and she'll talk through everything with you. And we'll share all of this with your midwife's office, okay?" The technician reminded you; you both nodded, distracted with the images on the screen instead.

When the technician finished, it was just Jessie and you in the room as you got changed and awaited the results. Jessie beamed as you placed a hand on her cheek and kissed her deeply, a bright smile on your face when you pulled back.

"It all looked good, right? Like, there would've been some obvious signs if something was wrong, right?" You asked as you sat down with her.

Jessie nodded. She didn't really know, though she'd done her best to try to do some research, but she didn't really know what she was looking for.

"Everything seemed fine and the technician didn't let on if anything was concerning, but," Jessie slowed, "if anything were wrong, we'll take things one step at a time and we'll get through it together."

It felt like ages before Dr. Mal entered the room. Jessie let out a breath she'd inadvertently been holding upon seeing her enter with a smile.

After some initial greetings and a general check-in, she finally broached the scans.

"I'm sure you're just wanting to talk about the scans, right?" She asked with a knowing smile. Jessie blushed lightly, but nodded and you answered "Yes." She laughed and nodded. "I figured as much. That's what every parent wants."

She pulled up the scans on a monitor and began walking you both through everything. The placenta's position, the amount of amniotic fluid, how the baby's major organs and structures were developing. Jessie felt relief wash over her as everything was relayed as either satisfactory or even good.

"And although these are simply estimates, based on your baby's gestational age, your baby is developing very well. In fact, they appear to be slightly above the 50th percentile in terms of their size - closer to 65, actually. So, momma, you're doing a great job of nurturing your baby and, mom, you're doing a great job of taking care of her and making sure she has everything she needs. This doesn't necessarily mean your baby will be bigger at birth, but it can be an indicator."

Jessie felt your eyes on her and she inadvertently began to blush.

"And, it says here that you wanted to know the baby's sex. Is that right?"

Jessie nodded rapidly and you affirmed.

While Jessie, of all people, knew that the sex assigned at birth wasn't going to dictate how your child lived their life or who they would grow up to be, you both agreed that you still wanted to know. Neither of you were overly into gender norms, so regardless of what was revealed, it wasn't going to be a blue or pink path forward, you simply were curious and it could help inform some aspects of their arrival.

"Okay. Well, you are going to be the very proud mommas of..."

You both tightened your grip on one another's hand.

"...a baby girl."

A/N: Next chapter will be J and R going on a baby moon up to Canada. Drive-by visit with the Flemings included!

[starlostseungmin]

husband!hyunjin

✰ notes: here concludes my husband!skz series with hyunjin. i hope you enjoyed this as much as i enjoyed writing everyone! not proofread and not edited. DO NOT FORGET TO REBLOG, COMMENT AND LEAVE TAGS! thank you <33

seungmin , chan , lee know , jeongin , han , changbin , felix（ hyunjin ）

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Husband Hyunjin whom everyone expected to make a grand proposal, prepared a simple candlelight dinner in your shared apartment and cooked your favorite meals. You thought it was just a usual dinner date at home which you’d do sometimes. He suddenly got down on one knee and opened a small box with a diamond ring, “Will you be my everlasting muse? The one who would love to spend the rest of their life with me?” 

Husband Hyunjin who cried and hugged you tightly as he thanked you for saying yes. 

Husband Hyunjin who was the happiest and got emotional during the weddingーmentally screaming, hair-ripping, toe-curling, exaggerated excitement (sincere), and deeply in thought about how he would spend an eternity with you. 

Husband Hyunjin who loves to stare at you while talking, especially on your lips thinking how much he wants to kiss you. His kisses start with innocent, soft, and warm then later change into intimate, hot, and intoxicating which makes you get addicted to them. 

Husband Hyunjin who loves to be babied and cuddled when he’s tired or just wants to be a small spoon whenever he feels like it. He’d refuse to go to work just to stay in bed all day with you. 

Husband Hyunjin whose dates consist of visiting art museums, picnics, watching musicals or movies, evening strolls, and road trips. Sometimes it gets over the moon when he decides to take you to (country) because you’ve been dying to visit the place. He giggled nonstop when he surprised you that he bought the tickets. 

Husband Hyunjin who would always bring his sketchbook and camera on dates just to take a picture of you or make his hand busy sketching a portrait of you just because he finds you beautiful every time. He will show them to you when he’s done. The pictures or sketches will be hung on your shared apartment's wall for safekeeping and memories. 

Husband Hyunjin who drives you crazy when he’s just doing normal things like simply unbuttoning his polo, rolling up his sleeves, taking off his jacket showing his bodybuild especially when he wears a tanktop inside, brushing his bangs upward, dancing? It would add fuel to the fire when he kisses you like a man starved from your touch. 

Husband Hyunjin who brings you food and medicine when you get sick. He will probably take his day off from work depending on how fast your recovery is that it would take days for him to sit there and take care of you. The type to make sure that you won’t die since he would end up grieving so hard. “It’s just a mild flu, Hyunjin.” “Are you sure?” 

Husband Hyunjin who is loud and dramatic whenever he realizes he got betrayed, lost a game, or is just being dumb (lovingly). He and Jisung are a perfect match and you’re the one who actually gets in between. 

Husband Hyunjin who gets shy whenever you compliment him but sometimes he would feel a blast of confidence that he gives you a wink as a response and becomes flirty.

Husband Hyunjin who loves to make a fool of himself, vocabulary just consists of memes (you can blame Han and Felix for that) cringes at his own cuteness and regrets it later just to make you laugh. 

Husband Hyunjin who lets you play with his long hair. He loves it when you do pigtails. You often tease him that he looks like Boo from Monsters Inc. 

Husband Hyunjin whom Kkami wants to disown. 

Husband Hyunjin who tries his hardest to comfort you as best as he can whenever he sees you being vulnerable in trying times. Promised not to leave you alone until you feel better, crack a dad joke he got from Chan to lift the atmosphere (which is effective by the way) and take you to his arms, whispering how he is proud of you. 

Husband Hyunjin who made a playlist filled with songs that make him think about you, scream your vibe, and the ones that would portray his exact feelings. Sometimes he would write down lyrics about how lovesick and hopeless romantic he is. All songs and melodies are heavily inspired by you. 

Husband Hyunjin who loves to send you selfies, videos of him taken by the members that serve husband material, and voice messages whenever he’s abroad because he misses you so much that he cries himself to sleep and can’t wait to go home. It’s also necessary to send you short vlogs and pictures of sceneries of the places he went without you because of work and leave messages like, “This reminds me of you.” “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Let’s visit this place together soon!” “I’m sure you’d like these souvenirs I got you!” “The food out here is great! Treat me here soon!” 

Husband Hyunjin whose love languages are words of affirmation, physical touch, gift-giving, quality time, and acts of service. 

Husband Hyunjin who loves to spoil you even if you tell him not to spend a lot of money on you but he won’t listen and insists on accepting them. 

Husband Hyunjin who doesn’t admit his mistakes during the first few minutes of the argument but later apologizes over and over again and promises never to do it again. He’s also the type that is hard to make up with but he can’t keep it up for hours and just cuddles you whispering “I’m sorry, I’ll do better.” 

Husband Hyunjin who gets jealous easily and is possessive whenever he sees you having a good time with his members. “I’m yours, Hyunjin. Don’t worry.” You’d say but you know that is not enough for him so he’d show you to whom you belong (affectionately, or depending on how you both want it).

Husband Hyunjin who refused to get a divorce when you felt that your marriage was falling apart because he couldn’t imagine his life without you. He won’t let go of you easily and you didn’t even make any attempts to leave him. 

Husband Hyunjin who is careful whenever in talks of having kids because your decision matters in this relationship but he would reassure you that if you ever wanted to have one, he will be the best dad your kid could ask for. 

Husband Hyunjin who is the most precious, kind, and pure to your heart that you wouldn’t even want to live a life without him. He is the moon and stars to your night, the sunshine after the rain, the rose amongst the thorns, and the pretty shells you find on a beach where no one knows. 

Husband Hyunjin who holds your hand and intertwines your fingers as he kisses your knuckles saying, “I love you.” 

Husband Hyunjin whose wedding vows are not enough to show how much he would love to spend his entire life with you. “I fucking love you so fucking much and we’re married, you can’t leave. You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not!” 

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©️ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍 , 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.

[angelicgirlmj]

an angels guide: solo valentines

hey angels! whether or not you are single this year valentines is more than just a celebration of romantic love, it should be one of platonic, familial and most importantly self love! oscar wilde wrote ‘to love oneself is the beginning of a life long romance’ and that quote feels so relevant and meaningful to me. after all the only person who will always be with you and experience every moment with you is yourself - you have to give them the love they deserve. with that being said here it is, an angels guide to solo valentines!

write a list of every single thing you love about yourself. doesn’t matter how long or short, how utterly random or specific it is, the point is for you to have a reminder of what makes you loveable in your eyes that is just for you!

read a self discovery book, it could be from any author, genre, fictitious or not, find a book that prominently features a journey of self exploration.

be kind to yourself. have that snack, go to bed a little earlier, take a walk even though it’s cold, stretch as you wake up, whatever helps you treat yourself lovingly and kindly.

buy a physical magazine - cute, girly and depending on the kind you get valentines themed! my favourites are vogue, the new yorker and the paris review!

write yourself a love letter. make it special, meaningful, sweet, whatever you need to receive in the moment. save it till valentines.

buy yourself a little treat. maybe your favourite flowers or snack, maybe a movie ticket, whatever it is get yourself a gift because you deserve to shower yourself with love!

have an everything shower or bath. be slow and mindful, light a candle and put on a playlist, spend as long as you want doing all of your favourite shower activities. use that shower lotion you save for special occasions and spray yourself with a favourite perfume even if you just are getting cozy for bed.

bake yourself something sweet (or savoury, i just associate sweet things with valentines!). maybe strawberry and white chocolate scones, dark chocolate raspberry mouse or a comforting tray of brownies. save it just for you or share with friends and family!

take yourself on a solo date, spend deliberate and conscious time alone. maybe it’s something small like getting a matcha and reading in a coffee shop, maybe it’s something bigger like a shopping spree at your favourite clothes shop or maybe it’s even a solo trip away! do whatever feels right, affordable and needed for you in this moment.

make a self love, valentines playlist!

declutter your room and make your space bright, cozy and comforting. celebrate and honour your space and self, take the time to pick through the things you love, clean them, treat them with care.

have a romcom film night! make a list, get your fave movie snacks, a drink and cozy blanket and settle in and get cozy.

be creative, learn a new creative skill or rediscover an old one, please use your hands, use your mind, make something just for yourself regardless of how good you think it is.

explore your city or town or the place you live by yourself (if safe and able to do so!), bring a camera or take pictures on your phone. stop and be in the moment, find pockets of brightness and beauty. bring your headphones, find a song that fits your mood. pick up pretty rocks or things you find them and save them. keep things that will remind you of yourself in this moment, this place and put them in a junk journal or memory box.

move your body in a way that honours it and is kind. do a dance workout with rests when you need, move slowly during a pilates workout, go for a run and take the time to breath deeply and drink cold, fresh water. love your body and all that it does for you.

i know for many (regardless of their relationship status) can feel at best bored or like this time of year is pointless, or at worse lonely and upset. this year i want you to focus on finding love within yourself, because, angels, you are so full of it. let internal love fulfill you and then let the external find you. what are your plans for solo valentines or solo valentines activities this month? let me know i would love to hear it and get some inspiration!

happy valentines! love, m.

[thecrowskitten]

Eternally Yours (NSFW)

Pairing: Sylus/Reader

Summary:

Sylus proposes to his girlfriend.

Content Warning: explicit sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, bare back

Masterlist

Word count: 2,438

A/N: Couldn't stop thinking about this since I replayed Magnum Opus, and I Love Them

Everything had been orchestrated with the kind of care usually reserved for sacred rites—every gesture rehearsed, every sentence considered, every little flourish tucked lovingly into place like petals arranged in a bouquet meant to stun. Sylus had spent sleepless nights turning possibilities over in his mind, examining each one under the fragile light of hope. So when Y/N glanced back along the narrow forest path, brow furrowed in amusement as she asked why Luke and Kieran were tagging along, his heart stuttered with momentary panic.

“We saw the poster,” Luke blurted out, his voice too quick, like a dart fired without aim.

“Thought it sounded fun,” Kieran added with the smooth confidence of a practiced liar.

“Wouldn’t let boss say no,” they finished together, their innocent twin grins a little too identical, a little too well-timed.

Y/N gave them a long, scrutinizing look, brow arched in a way that made Sylus break out in nervous sweat. But after a heartbeat of silence, she simply turned back toward the trail and kept walking, apparently content with the flimsy explanation. Sylus let out a quiet exhale, the kind that came from deep in the chest, the kind that carried weeks of tension. The twins had played their roles perfectly. The secret was still intact. The moment he had been building toward with aching patience—one he’d whispered to himself in quiet places for months—was finally within reach. It had begun innocuously enough, with a casual run for camping supplies the week before. He’d dropped hints, little breadcrumbs of suggestion, joking about proposals in the way people joke about moving to the moon: light, ridiculous, safe. And yet, despite the playful banter, Y/N hadn’t caught on. That innocence, that utter unawareness, delighted him. The velvet box had been a silent weight in his pocket ever since, resting beside his heart like a second pulse.

When they reached the temple—tucked into a quiet clearing, half-swallowed by vines and dappled with golden light—it felt like stepping out of time. The ancient stone walls were veiled in moss, and the air held that charged silence particular to sacred spaces. Their footfalls softened, reverent without instruction. They paused to offer prayers. Y/N lingered beside one of the statues, her fingers brushing its weathered plaque as she read the inscription aloud in a voice just above a whisper. Sunlight filtered through the canopy above, weaving her in strands of amber and green, turning her into a vision Sylus wasn’t sure he deserved. For a moment, the world narrowed to just that image—her lips moving with care, her expression thoughtful, the wind playing gently with her hair—and time seemed to bow its head and hold still.

He gave a quiet nod to Luke and Kieran, who discreetly had their cameras at the ready. And then, before doubt could worm its way in, Sylus slipped a trembling hand into his coat pocket and pulled out the ring box. The velvet scraped against his calloused fingers as he dropped to one knee, the motion slow, reverent, grounding.

“Sweetie,” he said, the word catching slightly in his throat.

Y/N turned at the sound, expecting to find him standing behind her. Instead, her gaze dropped—first to the box in his hand, then to the vulnerability in his eyes—and her breath hitched, an audible gasp that seemed to echo off the temple walls.

“Sylus… what—?”

“I know,” he said quickly, voice low and raw with emotion. “This is unexpected. I’ve never been good at speeches. I’m not the type of guy to voice what I feel. But you… You make me want to try.”

Her eyes were already glassy with tears, her lips parted in shock, her hands clutched to her chest like she could physically hold in her heart.

“I could stand here and list every little thing I love about you—how you hum when you cook, how your nose scrunches when you’re skeptical, how you cling to my arm when you sleep like it’s some kind of armor—but none of that would capture what you are to me. Because what I feel for you… It’s not just love. It’s gravity. You anchor me. You are my home.”

He took a shaky breath, blinking hard against the emotion gathering behind his eyes.

“My whole life, I was looking for something, some purpose, some peace, some… thing I couldn’t name. And then you came along. And suddenly, the world made sense. I want to wake up next to you every single morning, even when we’re old and wrinkled and hoarding extra blankets like war trophies. I want to argue over what kind of jam to buy and plan road trips we’ll never actually take. I want to build a family with you—if that’s what you want. I want a life, our life, full of noise and quiet and everything in between.”

Her hands were shaking now, and she pressed them over her mouth to contain the sobs trembling at the edge of her lips.

“Kitten… Y/N,” he said, lifting the lid to reveal a black band, the onyx stone within it shimmering like a captured eclipse. “Will you marry me?”

There was a heartbeat of stunned silence. And then she collapsed to her knees in front of him, arms flung around his shoulders, a laugh breaking free like music. 

“Yes,” she whispered, and then louder, breathless, luminous, “Yes, a thousand times, yes.”

He slipped the ring onto her finger, the stone catching the light like a secret meant only for them. Then he framed her face in his hands, drawing her into a kiss that was slow and reverent, a seal upon the vow they’d just spoken without altar or witness but the wind.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads pressed together, she whispered through her tears, “I love you, Sylus.”

“And I love you,” he answered, voice soft and steady as a promise. “Now and always.”

***

The fire crackled softly as night folded itself around the forest like a velvet shawl, heavy and intimate. Above them, the stars appeared one by one, their light quiet and distant, yet watching, witnesses to something sacred. Luke and Kieran had long since vanished down the trail, their laughter echoing briefly through the trees before disappearing into the hush. The clearing was left to them now—just the two of them and the firelight and the echo of a future begun.

Sylus sat on the edge of the blanket, his long legs folded beneath him, his body half-turned toward the warmth of the flames. He cradled a tin mug in his hands, the cider inside steaming gently, filling the air with the scent of spiced apples. Shadows played over his face, emphasizing the sharp line of his jaw, the proud arc of his nose, the molten intensity of his eyes as they flicked toward her. Y/N lay reclined on her side, propped up on one elbow, her jacket long discarded. The firelight licked at her fitted thermal and leggings, outlining the soft, familiar shape of her—every curve, every edge known to him like scripture.

His gaze lingered, thoughtful.

“What?” she asked, a teasing smirk curling her lips. “You’re staring.”

“I like looking at you,” he murmured, setting the mug down as he turned fully toward her.

With deliberate slowness, he crawled across the blanket, every movement fluid, predatory, affectionate. He braced one hand beside her head, his body lowering until it hovered above hers. His breath was warm on her skin, his presence eclipsing everything else.

“You’ve been quiet tonight,” he said, brushing the tip of his nose along her jawline. “Not that I mind. The way you looked at me earlier… at the temple…”

His lips found the corner of her mouth—just a whisper of contact, tender and electric.

“I’ll never forget it.”

She exhaled, the breath catching. “I’m still trying to believe it’s real. That you’re mine. That you chose me.”

“I always have,” he murmured, his lips ghosting down the line of her throat. “From the first moment, I knew.”

Her fingers slid beneath his shirt, tracing the muscle and scarred terrain of his torso. He hissed softly, a sound pulled from somewhere deep. She knew the geography of his body better than anyone, knew which scars to avoid and which ones to linger on. Her touch was reverent. Claiming.

“You keep looking at me like you want to devour me,” she whispered, a smile playing in her voice.

“That’s because I do,” he growled, and then his mouth was on hers—hungry, searing, consuming.

The world spun and narrowed. The fire roared and whispered. They came together with a kind of reverence, shedding layers like secrets, like burdens. Their bodies aligned, moved in tandem, a rhythm older than language, older than even the stars. Each kiss, each touch was a promise spoken in skin and breath. Their laughter echoed softly between them, even amidst the heat, breaking like sunlight between stormclouds. It wasn’t just desire. It was devotion, wild and unyielding.

“I want you, y/n,” he murmured between kisses, trailing his lips down her neck. “I want to taste every inch of your skin.”

She gasped as he unzipped her thermal, his hands exploring the warmth beneath. “Sylus…”

“Let me,” he coaxed, his fingers tracing the line of her collarbone. “Let me worship you.”

He moved down her body, his mouth finding her nipple through the fabric of her bra. She arched against him, a soft moan escaping her lips. He lavished attention on one breast, then the other, his tongue and teeth teasing her through the lace.

“You’re driving me crazy,” she whispered, her fingers tangling in his hair.

He chuckled, the vibration sending shivers through her. “Good.”

He continued his descent, his lips and hands exploring every inch of her. When he reached the waistband of her leggings, he paused, looking up at her with a question in his eyes. She nodded, and he slowly peeled them off, revealing her to the cool night air.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes taking in every detail.

He settled between her legs, his hands sliding up her thighs. She shivered as he kissed the inside of her knee, his stubble rough against her soft skin. He moved higher, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

“Sylus…” she gasped, her hips lifting off the blanket.

“Shh,” he whispered, his breath hot on her skin. “Let me.”

He found her clit with his tongue, a soft, gentle touch that had her bucking against him. He chuckled, the sound vibrating against her, and settled in, his tongue working her in deliberate, rhythmic strokes.

She moaned, her hands fisting in the blanket beneath her. “Oh god, Sylus… right there…”

He complied, his tongue circling her clit, his fingers sliding inside her. She was wet and ready, her body responding to his touch like it always did. He watched her, his eyes on her face as she writhed beneath him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice gruff with desire. “Come for me, y/n. Let me taste you.”

His words sent her over the edge, her body convulsing as pleasure washed over her. He held her through it, his mouth and hands continuing to work her until the last of her shudders subsided.

“Fuck,” she gasped, her body limp beneath him. “That was… incredible.”

He grinned, his lips glistening with her arousal. “I’m not done yet.”

He kissed his way back up her body, his hands removing the last of her clothes as he went. She helped him with his own, her fingers trembling as she unbuttoned his shirt, her palms exploring the hard planes of his chest.

“You’re so hard,” she murmured, her hand wrapping around his cock through his pants.

He groaned, his hips thrusting into her touch. “I’ve been hard since you said yes.”

She smiled, her thumb tracing the length of him. “I want to feel you inside me.”

He kissed her, a deep, hungry kiss that left them both breathless.  He settled between her legs, his cock poised at her entrance.

“Ready?” he asked, his eyes searching hers.

She nodded, her legs wrapping around his waist. “Yes. Please.”

He slid into her slowly, his eyes locked on hers. She gasped at the feel of him, her body stretching to accommodate him. He gave her a moment to adjust before beginning to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his forehead resting against hers.

She wrapped her arms around him, her hands running down his back. “You too. So good.”

He picked up the pace, his body moving against hers in a dance as old as time. She met his thrusts, their bodies moving in perfect sync. The sound of their lovemaking filled the air, the wet slap of skin against skin, their moans and gasps, the rustle of the blanket beneath them.

“Harder,” she urged, her nails digging into his back. “Faster.”

He complied, his body moving against hers with increasing urgency. She could feel the pressure building, her body responding to his touch like it always did.

“Yes,” she gasped, her body tensing. “Right there… don’t stop…”

He didn’t, his body moving against hers with a relentless rhythm that had her crying out his name. Her orgasm hit her like a wave, her body convulsing as pleasure washed over her. He followed her over the edge, his body shuddering as he came, his cock pulsing inside her.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. He rolled to the side, pulling her with him so they were spooning, their bodies still joined.

“I love you,” he murmured, his lips against her ear.

She smiled, her body relaxed and sated. “I love you, too.”

They lay there for a while longer, their bodies still joined, their hearts beating in sync. Eventually, he slipped out, and pulled her to his side. They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breathing slowly returning to normal.

“We should do this more often,” she murmured, her fingers tracing the inked patterns on his chest.

He chuckled, his arm tightening around her. “I was thinking every night.”

She laughed, her body pressing back against his. “Deal.”

And in the hush that followed, they drifted into sleep—two souls folded into one another beneath the canopy of stars, with the forest keeping its breath, and the fire holding the last whispers of their vows.

[arminsumi]

Hi! I hope ur having a good time. Sorry, for the phrasing, English is not my first language hehe (｡>\\<) btw i really like ur writing! u keep them in character and also ur amazing at writing fluff ♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ can I please ask for a gojo fluff where he realizes reader always wanted to have a small boyfriend to like call him baby boy to sit on her lap and spoil him and stuff and then gojo goes apeshit like trying to sit on her with his long ass limbs trying to be a babyboy idk hehehe anyways tysm

"I'm your baby boy, right?"

GOJO さとる + fem!reader

Satoru thinks he's smaller than he actually is, and tries curl up on you like a cat.

Note : hey hey! srry i took so long to write this omggg it got lost in my drafts. but!! it's such a sweet idea thank u for sending it in!! big beefy satoru trying to make himself ur small boy is a thought that gave me life 💗😖 and thank u so much for ur kind words it means a lot!!

Satoru tries to curl up on you as if he's a little cat.

But he's not.

Ah, but he really thinks he is sometimes.

And he wants to be a little cat to you, not a big burly man or a strong intimidating menace but just a small, soft, delicate thing to be held and touched and pampered with love and care.

It makes you laugh, as you listen to him grunting and struggling to position himself on your lap and get those long limbs in order — it's one of the funniest sights; a big boy trying to box himself up like he's not 6'3 with broad-shoulders 'n thick arms 'n long spider-like legs.

"Do you think you're a cat or something?"

"Yes." he grins dumbly, balancing precariously on you as you sit. Then he sees your smile and slips off. "—oopsfuck!" he falls, gets up, acts it off, then tries again.

In bed, he wiggles down the sheets so his head is level with your chest. He wraps his arms around your middle, arches his back, and encases you between his legs. He clings to your body on his side like that, and snuggles his cheek on your chest as if it's his rightful pillow, the place where he belongs.

"Play with my hair, please?" he mumbles with pouty lips.

He smiles to himself when you fulfil his request.

Feeling both your warmth and your fingers stroking lovingly through his hair makes him drowsy. And when he's drowsy, he mumbles mental notes like "we need to buy orange juice tomorrow..." as he falls asleep.

His grip slackens as he falls asleep. In the middle of the night, he'll wake up and look at you with that puffy pouty sleepy face of his and stare for a moment, appreciating you, before tightening his embrace on your body and returning to slumber.

When he wakes up the next morning with you, he makes the same request; "Play with my hair." but with a raspy voice.

While you do so, he groaningly complains about having had nightmares all night.

"I keep dreamin' about saving the world 'n failing... but it's fine. I wake up and you're right here. So nothin' to worry about. Doesn't matter if I fail if I still have you."

He's so happy to be getting spoiled and pampered by you while curling his body up as small as possible. Happy that he has someone he doesn't have to be big and strong around. Someone who he can be a baby boy around.

Sometimes he's resting on your chest in the mornings in silence, when suddenly he rears his head up and asks "I'm your baby boy, right? Say it, please."

"Mhm. You're my baby boy, Satoru. Don't worry."

"Mm yay." he smiles to himself and resumes resting on you, his white hair tickling under your chin. "Say it again, please. Just keep saying it."

So you do, you say it repeatedly and it sounds like a soft lullaby to him. He falls back asleep with his ear pressed to your heartbeat, and feels a safe warmness in his chest.

"Oh." he startles out of his shallow sleep, "We need to buy orange juice, don't we?"

© arminsumi

I do not permit the copying/reposting/translation/plagiarism of my works. Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

This is fictional work.

[leighbaye]

🤎 ₊˚⊹ — give you the world

parring ➵ harry potter x m!reader

summary ➵ enjoying the honeymoon phase in hogsmede.

warnings ➵ n/a

age of parring ➵ 14 - 15

extra ➵ teenage boys grappling the concept of love. credits to @cafekitsune for banners!

harry knew from the moment he woke up that he was going to have a wonderful day. the both of you came up with a plan to have him sneak into hogsmede and have a first date as the both of you officially have the boyfriends title.

as much as harry enjoyed your company, he was nervous to say the least. he thought on how he was gonna have to follow you like a lost puppy as you show him all the best places to visit at hogsmede.

in appropriate winter attire, hidden by his late father’s invisibility cloak, he began to walk. fiddling with his fingers, he did not notice the weasley twins, fred and george, snickering at his obliviousness.

he was making foot prints on the heavy layer of snow, it was like he wanted to get caught.

as soon was the twins finished building their cute snowman, the lunged at harry, dragging him through the snow.

❝ guys leave me alone! ❞ harry cried out.

❝ clever harry. ❞ replied fred, followed along by ❝ but not clever enough. ❞ from george.

❝ besides, we’ve got a better way. ❞

❝ guys cmon, im trying to get to hogsmede! i-i have a date! ❞

❝ we know! with y/n, oh we mean your boyfriend eh? ❞ the twins said simultaneously.

❝ don’t worry, we’ll get you there. ❞

❝ we’ll show you a quicker way. ❞

❝ if you pipe down. ❞

❝ let me go, cmon guys! ❞

❝ now harry, come and join the big boys! ❞

after escaping fred and george with the marauder’s map in his possession, he came out of the recommended one - eyed witch passageway, he found himself in honeyduke’s cellar.

he looked around, checking if the coast was clear, he lifted a tile slightly so only his green orbs could absorb his surroundings.

he lifted himself off the ground, tip toes to stairs that lead up to honeyduke’s. he quickly covered himself with the invisibility cloak as he stepped up, knocking a box of clutter in the process.

harry couldn’t believe his eyes. there were shelves upon shelves of the most succulent - looking sweets imaginable. creamy chunks of nougat, shimmering pink squares of coconut ice, fat, honey - coloured toffees; hundreds of different kinds of chocolate in neat rows; there was a large barrel of ‘every flavour beans’, and another of ‘fizzing whizzbees’, the levitating sherbet balls that ron had mentioned before.

you stood standby, although you and your boyfriend came up with the invisibility cloak hogsmede break in, you never planned where to meet. so made use of your trip to honeydukes to buy yourself some sugar quills.

you dropped some sliver sickles and one galleon on the counter and made your way to the door, only to be pulled by a unknown force, you smiled to yourself knowing it was harry.

it was your turn to drag him, a ❝ oomph! ❞ escaping his lips. coming to a secluded area, harry snatched the cloak off him and reached out, wrapping his arms around your neck.

❝ hey there harry. ❞ you said to him lovingly, wrapping your arms around his waist, with your neck resting on his shoulder.

it hurt your back a bit since the height difference between you and harry was noticeable, regardless of hitting puberty it was like he stunted in growth.

we aren’t gonna tell him though.

you let go and stunned harry by resting your hands on his sides giving them a hard grip.

❝ i’m glad you made it love. ❞ you pecked his check adoringly.

❝ i-im sorry if i took to long, fred and george- ❞

❝ don’t worry about it harry, what matters is that you are here now right? ❞ harry nodded in response.

❝ ready for our honeymoon? ❞ you asked him teasingly and he felt heat rising in cheeks and you intertwined your hand with his.

the both of you made it inside the popular pub, the three broomsticks, choosing a secluded area for the both of you, perhaps to snog comfortably, perhaps not.

you ordered two butter beers with extra cream on yours. you pulled out a sugar quill and handed it to harry

❝ thank you y/n. ❞ harry said softly, ripping into it right away.

❝ my pleasure harry. ❞ you cupped his face and kissed his forehead making his eyes flutter.

the both of you talked about how the term was going with dementors on the loose and his passion for quidditch.

how mesmerizing it was to see, practically the love of your life, ramble about quidditch, expressing his love for it using dramatic hand movements.

you caught him off guard by reaching out for his hand and placing it on your lips.

❝ w-what are you doing? ❞ he yelped out, not even bothering to smack his hand off you.

you kissed each knuckle, smiling against his palm.

❝ you’re so beautiful harry, im such a lucky boyfriend. ❞ you expressed your content in spending time with him alone

he giggled as you let go of his, now pampered, hand. he took a large chug of his last bit of butter beer before putting the glass down.

❝ i could say the same y/n, i mean your so handsome.. ❞ he whispered locking his emerald eyes in contact with yours.

you chuckled. ❝ i know! ❞ you then stood up grabbing your things as he did the same.

❝ oh shit harry, wait! ❞ you gasped quietly.

❝ h-huh, what’s wrong, do i have something on my face? ❞ he looked away embarrassed noticing the sticky feeling of butter on his lips.

you grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at you and without hesitation you leaned down and kissed him.

harry’s eyes widened as you did so, this was your first kiss, on the lips at that.

he noticed you looked so.. so nonchalant.

you eyes closed, breathing in deeply. he doesn’t know it but, inside you where screaming internally.

harry responded by shutting his eyes and kissing back. which surprised you to say the least.

you let go first, readjusting his glasses for him.

❝ i love you harry. ❞ you whispered in his ear.

before he could respond you walked by him and turned back, pointed to the exit of the pub signaling to leave.

he stood there in a trance, not blinking once. before he could say it back, you had been already opening the door, holding it waiting for him to go though.

❝ w-wait y/n ! ❞

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧