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Warnings: Doomerism, climate grief, child death
The thing about having studied history and the psychology of trauma so much is that I can't pretend to myself that the world used to be better at sometime in the past.
Don't get me wrong; things are absolutely terrible right now and need to change, quickly.
But also, they're better than they've ever been for us as a species. It is literally mindblowing how much worse life was for us historically.
Have you seen one of those charts of the human population over time? Have you thought about what it actually means?
Because here's what I see: Humans have always loved things like living to old age, like having sex, like raising babies. Those are things we have always wanted to do. It's not like pre-industrial humans were giant pandas like, "Nah, rather not reproduce as a species. No thanks," and suddenly the Victorians discovered horniness.
Instead, for most of human history, we have died. At terrifically young ages. The few who made it to adulthood could make babies as much as they liked, and then overwhelmingly watched pregnancies miscarry, births end in tragedy, or babies die. Their own lives were constantly at the mercy of a world that could kill them without a second thought. To be human meant to live in a world full of a million little tragedies, all the goddamn time.
And then what happened was: The babies stopped dying. The effects of a lot of things from higher agricultural yields to public health efforts to mass communications made us the master over the diseases and maladies that once had us by the throat.
When we look ahead at catastrophe and terrors, yes, they're bad. But they'd have to be extremely bad indeed to measure up to the number of people who wouldn't even be alive in any other century.
And even the obvious bogeyman then, overpopulationâdid you notice what's already happened? On that chart, there's the green measure of total population, but the thin purple line is the rate of population growth. Please notice that it peaked in 1968. It is, in fact, projected as entirely possible that within a century it could go lower than it was twelve thousand years ago, at the end of the last big ice age.
The moment babies started to live longer, people went, "That is too many babies. An absolutely unsustainable number of babies. People are crying out for help because taking care of that many children is completely overwhelming. We need to be able to fix this problem," and they invented birth control and fought to get it legalized. It hit the market in the late 1950s and in less than a decade, it had caught on like wildfire.
To me, this is the absolute opposite of an argument for passivity and political inaction. It's not that everything's going to be okay so why even try. It's that as it turns out, the human capacity to grow and thrive and make the world better is absolutely reality-defying. I don't have faith that all of our problems will be solved, but I do have faith that those problems are all the subject of passionate obsession of millions of people.
And apparently we have a really strong track record at that kind of thing already.
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just a lil something Iâm working onâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ.
TW: pregnancy, secret pregnancy
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âOh,â was all you could say, breathless at the little figureâ black and white and barely visible on the screen in front of you. It just barely resembled a human, with a too-big head and little nubs on the side that you could hardly even call arms. It was so stupid, so ridiculously not-real looking, but when the tech moved her wand just right, goddammit, it almost looked like it was moving and if it was moving then it was alive and if it was aliveâ
âIs it real?â You asked dumbly. âIs⌠is this real?â
She didnât laugh at you, surprisingly. She merely smiled and said softly, âYes, it is. Itâs real.â
You tilted your head at the screen, trying to contain your increasing heart rate. âIs it⌠is it moving?â
This time, she laughed. âIt sure is. At this gestation, theyâre able to float, bounce, and even swim around a little. You might feel intense twitches every now and then deep in your belly where the fetus is hanging outâ thatâs totally normal, and just it moving around inside its little sac,â she explained nonchalantly, as if she didnât just confirm to you that not only were you pregnant, but you were pregnant with a real, tangible, moving thing inside of your body that was put there byâ
âWould you like extra copies for Dad? Grandparents, maybe?â
âYes,â you said, without thinking. You had no intention of sharing this with Gojo. You had no parents of your own to share it with. But a part of your mind, something so deep and instinctive, wanted every moment of this little creatureâs existence capturedâ on film, on paper, on everything.
Before this day, youâd never once considered having children. Until you knew that those little twitches deep in your stomach had arms, legs, and a heartbeat.
Maybe it was the fact that you lacked a purpose, just like Yaga had always told you. You fought well, but it felt like a performanceâ like you were just copying the movements of others. Why did you do it? Why did you fight? The answer to the question had always been unclear. You were born with a gift, and you sought to use it. Did you really need a reason?
Your hands went to cup your tummy, the creature inside non-palpable, of course. This was⌠incredible. In all of your life as a sorceress, nothing felt quite as magical as the little thing growing inside of you.
You tried not to think about its potential to throw the entire jujutsu community into chaos.
Gojo Satoru. It always came back to Gojo.
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Babysitter - Part 2
Pairing: dad!Toji x babysitter!reader
Rating: Explicit â MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Word Count: ~3.8k
cw: age gap (reader is 21, Toji is in his 30s), explicit language, cheating, pregnancy, smut â PIV sex (doggy style)
Summary: You deal with the aftermath of your summer babysitting job turned adulterous summer scandal.
Authorâs Notes: Thanks for all the kind words and support on Part 1 of this! I hope you enjoy part 2, and who knows, maybe I'll write a part 3 one day lol. Thanks for reading! Divider credit to @/fic-dumpster.
Taglist: @scorpiosugar @diegojeanne @f4irygard3n @cvixmei @soniiyi - more tags in the comments
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me.â You blink away the tears in your eyes, holding the pregnancy test, hoping that somehow, youâll blink away the second line indicating that you are indeed pregnant.
âNo way.â Chiyo waits for you outside the stall, the apprehension in her voice apparent.
âYes. IâmâŚâ Thereâs a lump in your throat you have to swallow before you finish your sentence. âPregnant.â
Your best friendâs silence on the other side only makes you panic more, but you donât blame her. What can she really say to make any of this better? To stop your world from turning upside down?
She whispers your name quietly, at a complete loss for words. Then, she clears her throat, sounding as if sheâs fighting tears herself. âIâm going to buy you a melon pan. JustâŚwait for me here, okay?â Itâs the only consolation she can offer you in this moment, huddled in a public restroom of a convenience store; you appreciate the effort, nonetheless. You wait for her to leave, completely alone now. As soon as sheâs gone, you sob into your hands.
It's not that you oppose being a mother. Youâve always imagined handing a positive pregnancy test to the love of your life with the biggest smile on your face, excited to raise a family together. Ideally, this would have happened sometime in the future, once youâve established yourself as a full-fledged adult. Not like this: twenty-one years-old, less than a year until graduation without the slightest clue what youâre doing with your life. Worst of all, the father isnât your husband, a boyfriend, even a friend. Itâs Toji Fushiguro, the dad of the little boy you babysat over the summer, the husband of the kind woman who hired you. You still havenât forgiven yourself for your adultery, the guilt eating away at you since the start of that lecherous summer fling. And now, you have this pee-on-a-stick to remind you how incredibly reckless you were to get involved with him in the first place. How undeniably irresponsible you were to have unprotected sex with a married man. Sure, it was the best sex youâll probably ever have in your life. But was it worth it?
You wrap the pregnancy test in toilet paper, tossing it in the trash bin. Knowing that no good will come out of sulking in the 7-11 bathroom any longer, you finally exit the stall, washing your hands clean at the sink. Your phone vibrates in your back pocket as you stare at your reflection in the mirror, fixated on your belly, wondering what it will look like round and full of life. It buzzes again, snapping you out of your trance. When you check to see whoâs messaging, you almost drop your phone out of shock.
Somehow, someway, the universe has it out for you. Because in the most perfectly disastrous timing ever, Mrs. Fushiguro decides to contact you.
~~~
A week later, youâre sitting on the train, heading to the Fushiguro household. Your stomach is in knots, both from anxiety and from the morning sickness. Sweat beads on your forehead, skin sticky against your clothing in this hot weather. The closer you approach your destined stop, the more and more nervous you get, almost convinced to call the whole thing off.
Believe it or not, Mrs. Fushiguro did not contact you to confront you about the dirty deeds you did with her husband. Instead, she messaged you in dire need of a babysitter once again. She spares you the details, asking if you could meet her in person to better explain herself. And for whatever reason, you agree.
You havenât come up with a solid plan yet on what you want to do about your little predicament. So far, the only people that know are Chiyo and your parents, who, after the initial shock of it all, have been surprisingly supportive. They advised you to take the rest of the term off, which you were able to get arranged quickly through your school. This gives you several weeks to decide what you need to do. With one issue resolved, it leaves you with the next, and the most pressing: whether or not you should tell the father. The last thing you want is to break apart the Fushiguro family. Youâre fully prepared to raise this baby as a single mother, which, with the help of your parents and best friend, seems doable. Besides, youâre not even sure if you want Toji to be involved considering his complete lack of interest in his other child, Megumi. Despite that, you believe that as the father, he has the right to know. Can you gather the courage to actually tell him?
Still lost in your train of thought, you hop off to walk to the house. When you arrive, you spot Mrs. Fushiguro already outside, leaning against her car in the driveway with little Megumi in her arms. They both smile upon seeing you, warming your heart. You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for whatever is to come.Â
âHello Mrs. Fushiguro,â you greet her, bowing politely, too shy to meet her gaze. âHow are you?â
âDoing really well. Thank you for coming on such short notice.â She lets her son down, who steps towards you until heâs hugging your knee, cooing. âI wanted to talk to you in person about my complicated situation.â
âIs everything alright?â you ask, unable to resist kneeling down to meet Megumi at eye level, making funny faces at him.
She giggles. âOh, everything is great! The divorce finally went through and Iâm living with my new boyfriend now, whoâs been the absolute best, especially with Megumi.â
You make a shocked expression, mouth agape, exaggerated for the kidâs entertainment, though youâre pretty much stunned yourself. âDivorceâŚ?â
âYeah! Toji and I have been separated for a long time now. Iâm sorry I didnât mention that over the summer. Youâre still so young after all, no need to rope you into adult things.â
You almost bust out laughing at the irony, but you hold your tongue, continuing to listen to her.
She sighs, flipping her long, beautiful hair behind her shoulders. âThat being said, I still care about the guy. I mean, he is the father of my child. Without me or Megumi there on a regular basis, the whole house has gone to shit. It seems like heâs actually taking this divorce pretty hard. So, I want to hire you as a babysitter for my ex-husband. Just for a little while until he can get back up on his feet.â
Another shocked face, which makes Megumi laugh while dread sinks into your chest. âBabysitterâŚ?â
âBabysitter, housekeeper, whatever you want to call it. You did such a wonderful job with him over the summer, even while you were taking care of Megumi! I donât know what you were feeding him. Whatever it was, he was definitely a little bit nicer when you were around.â
Lewd flashbacks replay in your mind of Toji eating you out sloppily, slurping up all your pussy juices in every room of the house. You focus on the ground, too ashamed to look at her. âMrs. Fushiguro, I donât know if I can do this.â
She squats to your level, reaching for your hand, holding it gently in hers. âI know this is a lot of ask. Youâre the only one I can rely on for this. Please.â
A sense of dĂŠjĂ vu hits you. Thereâs desperation in her tone and it tugs at your heartstrings the same way it did when you first met her a few months ago. It doesnât help that Megumi is now squeezing the index finger of your other hand, eyes full of curious wonder, grip surprisingly strong for such a young child. Would she be pleading with you like this if she knew the truth about you, Toji, and the baby? Even though they were separated during this whole ordeal, it doesnât make what you did any better; you still decided to do it regardless of their marital status.
Maybe you can use this opportunity as a way to atone. Â
You finally look at her, giving the most convincing smile you can muster, trying your best to ignore the wave of nausea washing over you. âOkay. Iâll do it.â
~~~
Mrs. Fushiguro asks you to start at noon the following day, giving her enough time to notify her ex about your temporary employment. When you use the set of keys she gave you to open the front door, you step inside cautiously, not sure what to expect. Youâve been dreading this impromptu reunion all night, wondering if you could even face him.
Itâs a mess inside, heaps of dirty laundry scattered all over the furniture, fast food wrappers and empty ramen bowls littered on the kitchen counter. Thereâs a stench lingering in the stale air in here and you almost think the worse, but Mrs. Fushiguro had warned you about this. Seeing it in person is more heartbreaking than disgusting. Toji really is taking this divorce hard. It wouldnât be right to burden him with more life-changing news, right?
You begin by gathering all the trash into garbage bags, flattening any cardboard to recycle. By the looks of it, heâs been living off junk food and protein bars for the past month. The refrigerator is near empty, aside from a questionable take-out container in the very back, which you end up dumping along with everything else. You make it your next task to get groceries after you load the washing machine.
When you return from the store, Toji remains absent. Nerves prevent you from leaning against the bedroom door to listen for any signs of him in there. His ex-wife mentioned that he goes out to gamble at the horse races whenever heâs short on cash, so itâs likely heâs there. Still, youâre anticipating his return, mentally preparing yourself for how youâll behave around him. Given your current circumstances, you are serious about turning over a new leaf. No more funny business with him. Absolutely not.
Itâs near dinnertime now and youâve miraculously accomplished tidying the house and doing his laundry all within a few hours. You even managed to cook soup for dinner, full of hearty beef and fresh vegetables, something to provide nutrients compared to the processed food heâs been consuming lately. Youâre stirring the pot when you hear keys jingle from outside the front door. He comes in, clad in a tight-fitting black shirt that accentuates his muscles and grey sweatpants that don't leave much to the imagination. A plastic bag is slung behind his shoulder, clearly from a convenience store. Despite his concerning diet, his physique is still impressive as ever. Just one glance at him has you fluttering below your belly, replaying the erotic memories you share together. You turn to face him, standing up straight, feigning confidence while you fret internally. He looks at you, brow raised slightly, a small smirk forming on his lips.
âHello sir,â you greet him, bowing politely. Acting as if heâs a total stranger and not the man who rocked your entire world over the summer, now with evidence to prove it.
He sets the bag on the counter, revealing a couple of ramen packets inside. âWhatâs with the formalities?â he asks, grinning. âIf I remember correctly, you were screaming my name nonstop the last time you were here.â
Heat rushes into your cheeks instantly, not surprised by his vulgarity, though still embarrassed. You clear your throat, trying to stay strong. âIâm here to work. Nothing else.â
He walks towards you, his stature casting a daunting shadow as he steps closer and closer, towering over you. His voice is low, borderline threatening to a point that has you trembling. âSo you donât want me to fuck you anymore?â
You swallow hard, composure wavering. âThatâs right.â  Even you donât fully believe it when it comes out of your own mouth, how can you expect him to?
Thereâs a strange look in his eyes, almost like heâs disappointed by your response. He turns his back to you, mumbling something about taking a shower. You watch him enter his bedroom, hearing him clear as day before he shuts the door with a dull thud. âI guess you donât want me either.â
~~~
A week into being Tojiâs live-in housekeeper, the two of you figure out a routine together that involves minimal interaction. You wake up in the morning to cook breakfast, eating it quickly and leaving the rest for him while you go out. You use this time to go for a walk, meet with Chiyo or your parents, do some grocery shopping, or just sit at the nearby park, enjoying the sun with your baby, who grows little-by-little each day.
Toji is usually gone the whole afternoon, either working out or gambling, so youâre able to do chores back at the house, like cleaning his room. He doesnât return until dinnertime when tension seems to be at its highest. A big reason for that is because heâs made it a habit to eat right after his shower, shirtless and with his legs crossed on the floor, displaying a perfectly visible outline of his manhood. Itâs distracting, to say the least. Chiyo mentioned the other day how you can have an increased libido during the first trimester. Thatâs definitely proving itself now.
Aside from the half-nakedness, something else surprises you about him. The two of you mostly avoid conversation with each other, eating in silence at the dining table while sneaking furtive glances whenever you get a chance. But he never fails to mutter, âThank you for the meal,â before washing the dishes at the sink, retreating back into his room when heâs done. Itâs the tiniest act of consideration that makes you wonder whatâs going on in his head.
Tonight you sit across from each other as usual. You just finished eating the chicken katsu you made for dinner, along with a couple of side dishes you prepped earlier in the week. His abs look especially spectacular today and you find it harder than usual to stop peeking at them.
âYouâre gonna burn a hole through me with the way youâre staring,â he says, chewing his last bite.
Shit, caught red-handed. You quickly look down at your empty bowl, mumbling an apology. âSorry. I justâŚI can tell your hard work is paying off.â
âYours too. The house has never been cleaner. And the food has never been better.â Heâs looking directly at you, a genuine smile on his face. âThank you.â
Itâs no good. Your hormones are raging, sexual desire courses through you, all from that stupidly handsome grin and a silly little compliment. How did you ever think you could resist him?
You stand up, grabbing everything from the table. âIâll do the dishes,â you offer, walking them to the sink, trying to calm down.
Itâs no use, though. He sees right through you.
He gives you only a minute alone before he follows you, caging you between his big arms, your back to him, his mouth hot on your ear. âLet me help you.â
You let out a frustrated huff, already unraveling from his proximity. The smallest jut of your hips and there it is, his erection pressed to your ass, throbbing and even more massive than you remember it. âToji, we canât,â you whine, not making any attempt to separate yourself from him.
He slides his hands around your hips, pulling you in closer, rubbing his rock-hard cock against you. âI know you want it. I know you want me.â
And heâs right. You do. You want him with you, around you, inside of you. In all the ways heâs had you before, in new ways heâs never had but youâve fantasized about. Thereâs no denying it anymore. You want him. You want him so fucking bad.
He takes you right there at the kitchen sink, bent over with your grip tight on the edge of the counter, pounding away at your wet, needy cunt. Neither of you bother to remove your clothes completely, Tojiâs sweatpants shrugged down his thighs just enough, yours pooled around your ankles, soaked panties at your knees. âFuck, Toji!â you moan, sticking your ass out to meet his thrusts.
His fingers find your clit, rubbing slippery circles around it. âSay it,â he grunts, increasing the pace.
Drools leaks out from the sides of your lips, too fucked out to process whatâs heâs asking you. âWhat?â
âSay you want me,â he demands, massaging your swollen bud so deep, you feel it all the way down to your fucking toes.
âI want you. I want you, Toji!â you respond breathlessly, squeezing him tight with your orgasm.
âFuck, I missed you. Missed my good girl.â He continues to fuck you, slowly now, relishing every second of being inside you. âAlways so fucking creamy for me, fuck.â He pulls you up to embrace you from behind, fingers still pleasuring you, his other hand at your chin to face you towards him. The two of you kiss passionately, lips smacking, tongues swirling. So sloppy and wanton that it puts you on the verge of another orgasm, completely succumbed to pleasure.
You sleep with him in his bedroom after several more orgasms and a big one of his own, wrapped comfortably in his arms, with his cock and creampie inside you the rest of the night. For the first time in a while, youâre oddly at peace.
~~~
Your reckless decision making has led you into another troublesome scenario. Fortunately, you havenât had any morning sickness the entire first week of your employment at the Fushiguro household. Unfortunately, it decides to come back today. Thereâs no way youâll be able to make it to the bathroom near your room, so you have no choice but to hop out of Tojiâs bed and run into his, clutching onto the porcelain bowl until itâs all out. You rinse your mouth off at the sink, hoping Toji didnât hear any of it. But you know all too well by now that luck is never on your side.
Heâs sitting up against the headboard, watching you come out of the bathroom. âDid you just puke in there?â Thereâs a hint of concern in his normally blunt tone.
You nod, bending down to retrieve your underwear and pants off the floor, avoiding his gaze.
âAre you sick?â he asks, the worry even more obvious now.
Shaking your head, you respond, âNo, I justâŚIâm feeling a little nauseous, thatâs all.â You walk towards the door, still not willing to look at him. âThere should be leftovers in the fridge, so help yourself to breakfast. Iâm going to lay down.â
He calls out your name. âWait â â
You ignore him, closing the door shut behind you, letting the tears fall down your cheeks as you retreat into your own bedroom, muffling your sobs into a pillow. After your wild romp last night, this bout of morning sickness has swiftly brought you back to reality. Youâre still harboring the secret growing in your womb from the man who gave it to you to begin with.
Thereâs a firm knock on your door, startling you. âHey, itâs me.â
In this split-second, you decide to stop with the lies and finally tell the truth. You open the door, Toji standing in front of you fully clothed in his usual attire, a serious expression on his face. âWhatâs going on? Talk to me.â
Eyes still puffy from crying, you take a deep breath. âIâm pregnant. And youâre the father.â
His mouth parts the slightest bit, no words coming out of it. The silence seems to linger on forever. You fill it by rambling all the thoughts that have been swimming in your head the last couple of weeks. âBefore you start freaking out or anything, Iâm telling you so that you know. I donât expect you to be involved. Iâm perfectly willing to raise this child on my own. And besides, I wonât be completely alone. I have my family to help me, my friends too. Iâll be totally fine. This baby is going to be well taken care of, Iâll make sure of it. Iâm so sorry I didnât tell you sooner. I just didnât know how. But I feel better already because this has been stressing me out. Itâs all going to work out okay? I think. IÂ hope.â
After the long spiel, he stares down at the floor, jaw tight, mouth opening and closing, unsure how to respond. Eventually, he says, âI have to go.â
When he leaves the house, you crawl into your bed, bawling until there are no tears left for you to cry.
~~~
You wake up in the late afternoon to an enticing aroma wafting from the kitchen. Itâs been hours since youâve been in bed, moping about how poorly everything went with Toji. His reaction left you devastated. While you always expected to do this alone, hearing his negative response to it hurts more than you anticipated it to.
Curious, you make your way into the kitchen, shocked to find Toji standing over the stove, stirring a pot, the soothing scent of soup surrounding you. âWhatâs going on?â you ask, noticing a plethora of fresh vegetables laid out on the counter, along with a big bottle of prenatal vitamins and various snacks.
He turns the heat off, covering the pot with a lid. âIâm cooking,â he answers, facing you with a grin on his face. âBone broth is a good source of calcium. And you need to keep eating lots of veggies so our baby is strong, like me. No more of this instant ramen shit.â
âI thought you were upset,â you say, stepping closer to him. Â
âI know. Iâm sorry I left like that. I was shocked at first, Iâll admit it. But I started to get excited." He takes your hands in his. "I have a lot of regrets in my life, but being a father isnât one of them. Being a bad father is. I want to change. I need to change. For Megumi. For our new little one. For you.â
Strangely enough, you believe in his heartfelt declaration. You smile at him, letting him go to stand in front of the stove, taking a whiff of the comforting aroma of the hot soup he made for you, happy tears welling in your eyes. He hugs you gently from behind, nuzzling his nose to you. âIâm going to do it right this time, okay? I know I can do it with you.â
As Toji caresses your belly, kissing you softly along the neck, you feel the weight thatâs been heavy on your shoulders ease up. Maybe this wonât be so bad after all.
#toji fushiguro smut#toji fushiguro x reader#toji smut#toji fushiguro#toji x reader#toji x you#jjk smut#cw pregnancy
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Whatâs this? A fan fiction written by yours truly?! Yes! It is!
50% of All Marriages End in Divorce by Teacat11
Rated: Mature
Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Marriage, Fake Pregnancy, Queer Platonic Relationship, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Obsessive Luo Binghe, Confused Mobei-jun, Tired Shen Yuan, Shang Qinghua & Shen Qingqiu Friendship, Canon-Typical Violence, Oblivious Shen Yuan, Awkard Kissing, Enthusiastic Kissing, Dubious Kissing, Delusional Thinking and Activities, Real Marriage, Happy Ending.
Summary:
"âWell it goes like this, if we get fake married it won't be suspicious to Mobei-jun or anyone else if we both wander off together to look for Moon-Dew Sun Mushrooms-â
âSun-Moon Dew Mushrooms.â
â-and if one of us pretends to be pregnant-â
âWHEN DID PREGNANCY COME INTO PLAY?!â
â-then Luo Binghe won't hurt us, after all, he wouldnât hurt a pregnant person or the pathetic husband of said pregnant person! Which means we could avoid having to die in the first place!â Shang Qinghua finished his explanation with jazz hands. Shen Qingqiu felt like spitting blood.
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Months after the Immortal Alliance Conference disaster, Shen Qingqiu learns a bit of crucial information: Shang Qinghua, the treacherous rat behind the disaster in the first place, is a transmigrator! The two immediately begin to work together to find ways to survive Luo Binghe's return and the subsequent demise of their sect and lives, and with few options and time running out, they come to a quick and easy solution to save their skins; get fake married."
#drivebypainter art#my art#my fanfiction#my writing#scum villian self saving system#shen yuan#shen qingqiu#shang qinghua#svsss#svsss fanfiction#mxtx svsss#mxtx#svsss fanart#svsss au#bingqiu#moshang#fanart#drivebypainter#sadly not cumplane#if you get the reference in the art kudos#I was laughing so hard writing this#I love cumplane friendship so much#they are very dear to me#also I think the SVSSS fandom underutilizes that if you put two washed out millennials in a room together#they will either love each other or hate each other LOL#this time they love each other (platonically)
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Devotion
Summary: You give yourself to Miguel, and he's about to show you what complete devotion looks and feels like.
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x spider-woman!reader
Word count: 6.5k
18+. Miguel POV. Reader POV. V*rginity loss. Cr*ampie. F*ngering. C*mplay. Org*sm denial. After care. Edg*ng. Br*eding k*nk. Mentions of pregnancy.
Part 1. Previous Part.
Thank you so much to @ancientbeing10 for the help with the Spanish đŠˇ
Miguel had scooped you up in his arms effortlessly and carried you to his bedroom, slowly placing you on his bed.
He then leaned in to place a kiss to your temple, sending a shiver down your spine.
You tilted your head back, hoping to have his lips on yours once instead.Â
The truth was that you were absolutely smitten by him. Relationships are often complicated. People are complicated. Miguel was a complex person, and yet, you felt drawn to him.
You could still remember the first time you realised your feelings for him transcended those of a regular friendship.
It had begun with him looking after you in the lab. It had been innocent and fleeting enough, but the heart works in strange ways. The way he was so adamant about you having to take care of yourself awoke in you a feeling that you were seldom presented with:
Affection.
His lips hovered over yours, snapping you from your thoughts, and you brought a hand to the side of his face. "Please kiss meâŚ"
Even through the darkness that engulfed his room, you could still spot a faint smile.
And he did as you requested.Â
Your back arched nearly instantly, seeking more of him. Even though your body had barely recovered from your orgasm, you felt desire flare inside you at an alarming rate.
He quickly deepened the kiss by parting your lips with his experienced tongue, and you eagerly let him in, moving your hand to the back of his neck, yanking him closer.
Nearly losing balance, Miguel placed both hands on either side of you for support, settling in between your legs.
A moan rose in your throat, and you broke the kiss at the feeling of your clit throbbing, as the underside of his cock settled between your folds.
"We can stop."
You stared into his crimson eyes. "Do you want to stop?"
He pressed a fleeting kiss to the corner of your mouth. "This isn't about me."
Oh.
Desire had clouded your mind, almost making you forget that you were still very much inexperienced. But you still craved the fluidity and eagerness of couples who already knew their way around each other's bodies⌠with no virginity in the way.
Truth be told, if there was anyone who you'd give yourself to, it would be Miguel O'Hara.
You wouldn't utter these words out of fear of sounding ridiculous at best, and desperate at worst.
"I want moreâŚ" you whispered instead, rolling your hips and causing his cock to slide along your clit.
He moaned, but gripped your hip to a halt with strong fingers. "Are you on birth control?"
The question caught you momentarily off guard, and you blinked. "What?"
"If you want to continue⌠I have to know."
"YesâYes, I have an implant."
Hormonal imbalance had been the sole reason, though. Irregular periods accompanied by terrible cramps had taken a toll on you.Â
Pregnancy had been the farthest thing on your mind.
Miguel groaned lowly before burying his face in your neck, lips caressing your flushed skin, which caused your hips to jolt into him.
He immediately hissed from the sudden friction, and began to match your tempo deliciously slowly.
You bit your lip, not wanting to moan embarrassingly loudly with each slide of his cock against your clit.
He quickly grazed his thumb across your lower lip, releasing it from your teeth's grasp. "Please⌠let me hear youâŚ"
The plea mixed with his gentle touch was enough to have your mouth part in a whimper.Â
"Louder."
Your eyes fluttered shut once the tips of his fangs began to poke your skin, and you couldn't hold back the loud moan that erupted from your throat.
Wet sounds and sticky sounds echoed all around you, as you began to drip, adding more and more layers of your own wetness around his cock.Â
Ambient lights were suddenly switched on, an orange and yellow gradient filling your field of vision.
Miguel brought his lips to your cheek. "Are you sure you want this?"
You sank your fingers into his soft hair, arching your back slightly, your nipple piercings digging into the taut muscles of his chest.
In reality, you were terrified. Miguel seemed to be on the thicker side than what you had expected, and you didn't see yourself taking more than one of his fingers, so his cock definitely overwhelmed you.
Would it hurt? Would he be gentle? Would you even enjoy it?
The preconception that having sex for the first time was a painful ordeal was engraved into your subconscious. Growing up, you had heard some scary recounts of first times from your friends.Â
But you were still clinging on to the hope that Miguel knew what he was doing.Â
So you took a deep breath, staring into his eyes. "I'm sureâŚ"
He shifted to press a kiss to your forehead. "You can tell me to stop if it gets too much," he murmured. "And I will."
You had no doubt he would.Â
But it still made your heart speed up, and an uneasy feeling spread throughout your body rather quickly.
He reached over you to grip one long pillow and eased it under you until your back pressed against it, angling your torso so your eyes could be met with the sight of his cock dripping precum.Â
Now you understood why he had turned the lights on.
Then, you heard a click and stared as he removed his dimensional travel watch, placing it on his bedside table.
Oh.
Your soaked folds were wrapped snugly around him, and you gasped as you spotted your swollen clit peeking from under his cock.
"Does that feel good?" Miguel asked, voice strained.Â
You could only stare in complete and utter fascination, as he kept dripping more and more precum, the droplets eventually running down along your folds.
"Yes⌠you're reallyâŚ" you paused briefly, completely transfixed with the amount of precum. "Is it normal for you toâŚ"
Miguel's eyes followed your line of sight, and he chuckled upon realising what you meant.Â
"With you, yes."
His bluntness had your walls clench instinctively around nothing in anticipation.
He then raised his hips and you watched as strings of precum mixed with your wetness dangled from his cock, before he kneeled at your side, slowly dipping the mattress.
You were about to protest at the loss of contact, but he immediately silenced you with a hungry kiss, drawing a couple of whimpers from you.
The taste of him had become so familiar to you by now, that it served to soothe your frustration and impatience.
Your hand tapped around blindly until it found what it was looking for.
Wrapping your fingers tightly around his hard cock, you tugged gently, and Miguel quickly broke the kiss with a delicious hiss. "FuckâŚ"
The heat pooling between your legs was becoming unbearable and, with each throb of your clit, uncertainty gave way to burning desire.
"Miguel⌠pleaseâŚ"
He pecked your cheek. "I need you ready for me."
You pouted in response. "I am."
He then brought his lips to your ear, whispering softly, "Can you take more than one of my fingers, then?"
Your heart faltered once you felt one hand trail down from your neck, caressing your hardened nipples, before traveling down until it reached your swollen clit.
"Can you, sweet girl?"
That term of endearment had begun to grow on you, and it almost made you moan out your answer.
"I think⌠I think so," you said, trying to muster your confidence.
He then pressed a kiss to the pulse point on your neck.
You watched as he traced your clit with his middle finger, coating it in your wetness. The view was hypnotic and you stifled a moan as he rubbed at your entrance once, before plunging the finger inside.
As if seeking an immediate anchor, you gripped his cock tighter, feeling beads of precum steadily spreading across your hand.
"Easy, cariùo⌠not so tight."
This wasn't even considered dirty talking, but it was enough to have you buck your hips against him, and he eased inside easily, burying himself knuckle-deep.Â
Crimson eyes watched your every reaction attentively, and you gasped as the heel of his palm pressed down on your throbbing clit.
"Tell me how it feels," Miguel cooed, sliding in and out of you at a torturous pace. "I need to know."
You hummed in response, trying your best to ride his finger through throaty whimpers.
He paused abruptly. "Use your words."
You snapped your half-hooded eyes to him. "It feels good⌠really go-" the word died in your mouth as he began pumping into you once again.
He unclasped your fingers from around his cock. "I know you're eager, but if you keep touching it like that I won't lastâŚ"
You were sticking out your lower lip in a silent plea, but decided to bring your precum-soaked hand to your breasts, letting the warm liquid drip onto your nipples, earning an approving growl from Miguel.
"Do you think you can take a second one?" he asked, bending over to swipe his tongue across one nipple. "You set the pace."
The sight of him tasting himself on you was the most erotic thing you had ever experienced, and you immediately nodded, just so you could feel his tongue again.
Suddenly, you felt a second digit probing at your entrance, and you couldn't keep your chest from heaving rapidly at the stretch.
Miguel shifted closer to you, catching your eyes in his. "Relax, cariùo⌠you're doing great."
You tried. You really did try to stop your walls from tightening around his fingers, but your body was moving involuntarily at the sudden intrusion.
He placed a reassuring kiss on your cheek. "Nearly thereâŚ"
A raspy whimper parted your lips and you allowed yourself to relax ever so slightly, until he was buried as deep as he could.
The discomfort of the stretch turned into impatience, and you rolled your hips, seeking more and more friction.
"MoreâŚ" you mumbled desperately.
Your eyes dropped to the mesmerising motion of both fingers sliding in and out, glistening with your wetness, as your swollen clit peeked from between your folds.
Wet sounds filled your ears and your head fell back once his palm pressed against your clit. Miguel immediately took advantage of this angle, and had his lips on your neck, sacking gently.
The familiar coil in your lower abdomen warned you that you were nearing the point of no return. The delicious friction mixed with his thick fingers fucking you at a steady pace.
"You're so closeâŚ"
You bit down on your lip so hard you feared drawing blood. At this point, you didn't trust yourself to utter any words, and chose to lose yourself in the blissful moment.
Miguel took your hand in his and had your fingers wrap around his cock once again with a hiss. He was so thick and hard and warm and leaking so for you.
"Let me fuck your handâŚ" he growled into your neck, snapping his hips. "Just⌠squeeze harderâŚ"
You eagerly gripped him tighter, feeling strings of precum sliding down your wrists as he matched his hips with the tempo of his fingers inside you.
"Miguel⌠MiguelâŚ" you managed to moan as you neared the precipice.
His lips were on yours all of a sudden, and you crumbled under his touch, whimpering into his mouth as his tongue found yours.
You were so close.
So deliciously close.
"Youâre doing so good," he praised you over and over again.
Your back arched reflexively as the blissful turbulence of an orgasm began to wash over you.
And then, it was gone.
Your peak never came and your moans immediately died in your throat.
Confusion took a violent hold on you, as you slumped into the pillow and mattress underneath you.
Miguel had removed himself from you entirely, and you were left clenching around nothing, mourning the loss of his touch.
"MiguelâŚwhy?!" you protested, as you felt tears prickling the corners of your eyes.
You dropped your hand from his cock to grip the sheets, hoping to rein in your frustration in between sobs.
"I'm sorry," he said, sounding truthfully. "I want you to come around my cock, cariĂąoâŚ" he added, before kissing your quivering lips.
You wanted to be mad at him for denying you of your pleasure, but he managed to gain a nod from you instead.Â
The mattress dipped around you and even through closed eyes, you could tell he was positioned right between your legs.
He then brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting you. You felt slightly taken aback, not expecting him to do this.
"You taste really good."
You laughed nervously. "I do?"
His lips tugged upwards. "Don't take my word for it, then."
He brought two glistening digits to your lips and you immediately took them in, savouring yourself on him.
You sucked on him for a moment, enjoying how he looked so smitten by it.
He pressed your tongue flat with his fingers, before sliding out, saliva dangling from the tips.
"You're so hot."
That compliment threw you for a loop, and you immediately looked away, not quite feeling like you deserved it.
He cradled your face with his hands. "Look at me."
Slowly, but surely, your eyes met his as you tried to even out your laboured breaths.Â
"You are. You are beautiful."
Your heart clenched and you were left speechless at how genuine he sounded.
You felt like you could cry from this. You didn't cry easily, but his words always found a way to tug at your heartstrings like no one had ever managed to.Â
He craned his neck to press a soft kiss to your wet lips, and you felt his cock resting against your throbbing clit.
"Are you sure of this?"
"I am. Please, MiguelâŚ"
He caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. "I'm not going to last long," he whispered softly. "But neither are you."
The jab at your stolen orgasm had you pouting at him.
He groaned in response. "Try to relax as much as you can, okay?"
You swallowed hard with a determined nod. "Okay."
You felt his cock slide along your soaked folds, grazing your clit, before you felt a small pressure at your opening.
Instinctively, you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the pain and discomfort.
But Miguel kept his hold on your face with one hand. "Please look at meâŚ"Â
You took a deep breath and mustered the strength to stare into his crimson eyes.Â
"I've got you," he promised, brushing his knuckles across your heated cheek.
And you believe him.
Even when you felt the tip being pushed slowly into you, your breath caught. Your gaze faltered and your mouth fell open in a strained gasp. You felt his other hand press flat against your thighs, and you spread your legs as much as possible, hoping it would be enough to ease him in.
"BreatheâŚ"
You slowly let out a shaky breath, realising he had stopped.
"Are you okay?"
No.
You wanted to be, but you could feel yourself tense up and you brought your hands to claw at his back, feeling the muscles underneath his skin flex as he adjusted himself.
But you still nodded. You wanted to be done with this. First times can be tricky, but you would have to keep your fear of pain at bay until the worst had come and come.
He pushed his hips into you again, and the stretch had you holding your breath again, as a sharp sting tore through your entire body.
You didn't dare breathe.
Your chest became so tight it ached, and you felt the familiar tension in your eyes, as the first tears began to blur your vision.
"Stop⌠pleaseâŚ" you begged, tapping on his back.
He immediately halted, his face softening. "Do you want me to pull out?"
You shook your head, the motion causing one tear to slide down from the corner of your eye. He captured it with his lips, a silent reassurance that he would take care of you.
Deep down, you feared he might be turned off by your hesitancy. You were sure he wanted to go deeper and faster, but the discomfort was gripping you hard.
"How muchâŚ" you sobbed, staring down at the length of your body to find where the two of you were connected. "... is it almost there?"
Miguel smiled warmly at you. "Nearly there, sweet girl."
Your lungs expanded with a deep inhale and you sighed through your nose. "GoâŚ"
You dug your nails into his skin as he slid deeper inside, drawing a sharp gasp from you. This time, you had to bite down on your lip again, feeling Miguel's unwavering stare on your face.
"Tell me to stop, and I will."
But you didn't want him to stop. Not now. Not when you were so close to being filled to the brim with him. No amount of pain or discomfort would take that away from you now.
He was being so gentle and caring, assuring that you were the priority here.Â
And you wanted this to be on equal grounds, soon.
His pleasure would be yours.
Your pleasure would be his.
He was kissing every single tear away, whispering praises, and you knew he was fully buried inside, once he stopped moving again.
This time, you felt him shudder under your touch, breath coming out in shallow pants.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice raspy and shaky.
"Yes."
You would be soon.Â
The pain hadn't been as bad as you had expected and once you began to relax, you could feel the remnants of it slowly fading.
The two of you remained still for a few more seconds, with only the erratic breathing keeping you company. Â
"I'm not going to last long," he confessed, burying his face in the curve of your neck. "Can you relax a bit more?"
You tried to drain the tension from your muscles, and you immediately felt his cock twitching inside you.
He was so deep...
"Please move," you asked, ready for what was to come.
Miguel inhaled sharply, and you felt him drag it out slowly, earning a few pained whimpers from how thick he was.
Before you could take a deep breath, he slammed slowly into you.
Your clit was swelling up again and you knew he had bottomed out again when you felt his balls press into you.
But you needed more. You needed to feel more.
"Can you go fasterâŚ"
He dragged his fangs along your shoulder. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't. PleaseâŚ" you begged.
Miguel set a slow pace at first, and you heard the wet sounds of your pussy clenching around him, which had him groan with each thrust.
Your gaze was on how his cock reappeared only to disappear back inside you, visibly struggling to move past your tightness.Â
"So good⌠fuckâŚasĂ⌠no pares," you heard him mumble mindlessly each time he pushed all the way back into you.
You managed to snake one hand in between your bodies, and you immediately gasped as the tips of your fingers slid past your clit only to finally touch his slippery cock.
His pace quickened slightly, and he removed your hand with his, pressing down on your pulsing clit.
"Just⌠just like thatâŚ" you whimpered breathlessly.
You arched into him, your pierced nipples digging into his chest, and he suddenly stilled.
"I need you to come first," he rasped, drawing circles around your clit. "Please⌠pleaseâŚ"
There was something incredibly riveting about having Miguel O'Hara begging. Such a strong and serious man, was now on top of you, completely taken by how you milked his cock, and how close he was
His thumb left your clit, and he pulled his torso away from you and moved back, pressing your legs together with both hands and pushing your knees into your chest.
The new position nearly pushed you over the edge, as your walls pressed further around his cock. His thumb was on your clit in an instant, and you moaned and whimpered, gripping the sheets with both hands, holding on for dear life, as he skilfully brought you closer and closer to the edge.
"Come for me⌠clench around me, cariùo," he urged desperately.
You heard the sound of fabric tear as your grip tightened around the bedsheets, plunging you into a blinding orgasm. Your vision blurred and you arched your back, feeling rhythmic contractions ripple across your walls, gripping his cock hard.
As your chest heaved rapidly with a rush of adrenaline, you felt him slam into you only twice before reaching his own peak.
"Mierda, te sientes tan bien⌠carajo," he mumbled in between groans, as he buried himself as deep as possible, finally spilling himself inside.
Even through the numbness of your orgasm, you could feel his cock twitching inside you, filling you with a burst of warmth.
Beads of sweat poured from your skin, and you felt completely spent by the time he finally slid out of you. A whimper escaped your lips once he was fully out, and your walls involuntarily clenched.
You felt him slide his cock along your folds a few times, the added friction on your oversensitive clit making your jolt.
He released his hold on your legs, and you let them flop down, feeling something beginning to seep out of you.
"Wait here," he said as he slid out of bed and pressing a sloppy kiss on your parted lips.Â
You remained still for a few seconds, before curiosity got the best of you, prompting you to slide your band in between your legs.Â
A warm liquid began to coat your fingers and you propped yourself on one elbow, watching in awe as your clit and folds were covered in his cum.
You dragged a small quantity from your entrance and brought it to your lips, eager to finally taste it.
Its saltiness and warmth invaded your mouth and collected it with your tongue, slowly swallowing all of it.Â
"Does it taste good?"
Your eyes widened slightly as you found Miguel standing next to you, fully naked. He was a complete marvel of muscle and beauty, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks as his burning gaze bore into you.
He had a towel in his hand, and slowly kneeled on the floor, tapping his finger to your jaw to have you fully face him.
Miguel was so very handsome. It was almost criminal. Sweat-damp strands of thick hair covered his forehead and you brought your free hand to brush some of them aside.
"Does it taste good, cariĂąo?"
You smiled innocently, removing your fingers from your mouth. "You can taste it yourself."
Miguel's lips met yours and his tongue slipped past them hungrily. Your eyes fluttered shut and you pushed some of his cum with your tongue into his.
He eventually broke the kiss and you felt the soft fabric of the towel being softly pressed to your forehead.
Some drops of cum coated his gorgeous lips and you found yourself unable to look away from his face.
"Let me take care of you."
Affection and devotion.
You nodded as exhaustion slowly weighed down your body.Â
His lips curled into a faint smile and you mimicked him. "What?"
"You're so⌠perfect," he drawled out, sliding the towel down the side of your face and neck.
You giggled. "Is this a post-sex thing?"
He arched an eyebrow, looking very serious all of a sudden. "You're doubting me?"
Your smile faded slowly. "Oh, I just⌠I⌠don't think I'm perfect. No one is."
Miguel pressed his lips together, his gaze shifting to your breasts as he continued to pat the sweat away.
"You are to me," he mumbled.
You had heard so much about love over the years, and thought Tom had been the personification of it in your life. Even after what had happened between you two, you never doubted he was the one who had gotten away.
But now?
You weren't so sure anymore.
And it wasn't because Miguel was so easy to offer you compliments and praises. That was easy to do. It was much harder to be stricter with those one cared about, and Miguel didn't hold back from grounding you when you needed the most.Â
After all, he managed to get a hold of your heart with the way he took care of you.
Just like he was doing so now.
He reached in between your legs, and you jolted from the surprise.
"Was I too rough?" he asked, uncertainty dripping from his low voice.
You shook your head. "You were perfect."
His crimson eyes met yours and you smiled warmly, allowing him to clean the cum mixed with your own wetness.Â
"You said no one is perfect."
"I'll make an exception for you," you said, feeling your eyelids grow heavier and heavier.
He leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek, and your vision darkened as your breathing steadied. You faintly felt more cum drip out, which Miguel quickly wiped, and vaguely wondered how much was still left inside you.
But your thoughts were cut off by your drowsiness, feeling exhausted and as you lay limp on the mattress.
You were almost dozing off when you heard his voice. "Want to take a shower?"
A grumble left your throat. "Later⌠I'm so tired."
"I'll carry you."
For the second time that night, Miguel took you in his arms with little to no effort, and sauntered into his bathroom, occasionally pressing loving kisses to your face.
You had looped your arms around his neck for support and groaned lightly as he stepped into the shower, tepid water hitting your skin gently.
"Can you stand?"
"Yes, yesâŚ" you said, fighting through a yawn and landing on your feet and easing your hold around him.
Miguel silently washed your back witj both hands, and you were able to feel more cum drip from inside you, blending in with the running water.
You pressed your forehead to the tile as he moved the wet piece of cloth in between your legs, and you flinched away.
"Did I hurt you?"
"It's just a bit soreâŚ" you breathed out, reaching down to touch your numb clit. "It's fine⌠don't worry."
You then turned around to face him and tip-toed to place a wet kiss to his jaw.
Adoration didn't even begin to cover how you felt about this man.
Maybe he would be your first 'I love you'.
Maybe.
- 2 months later -
Miguel shot his laser-like string of web to the side wall of glass that led to his apartment.Â
The window was open, and he smiled to himself.
You were home.
He flung himself upwards, the opening presenting itself as the perfect entryway, and he swung through it, landing gracefully on the tiled floor.Â
His digital mask vanished, and he ran a hand through unruly hair.
Immediately, his senses were hit with the familiar smell of freshly cooked empanadas, and he immediately smiled as you entered the kitchen, specks of flour resting on your cheeks.
"Hey, you," you greeted sweetly.
"Hey."
He closed the gap between you two in an instant, taking your face in his hands.
"Are these empanadas all for myself?"
Your eyes fell to his lips. "Depends."
He dusted off some of the flour with his thumb, raising an eyebrow. "On what?"
"Payment."
"Oh, really?"
You hummed, bringing your lips so close to his, he could feel your breath fanning them lightly.
"What sort of payment, sweet girl?"
He could almost taste you, and his heart jolted in his chest.Â
It seemed that he was doomed to having your presence have this permanent effect on him. No matter how much time passed, he could not get accustomed to the hold you had on himÂ
"One kiss."
He quickly complied, tasting your sweetness.
You were quick to break the kiss, however. "And⌠promise you won't be upset."
At this, he felt a faint scowl settle on his face. "What did you do?"
The reply to his question came in the form of Peter B. Parker waltzing into the kitchen, with an empanada stuffed in his mouth.
He waved and tried to speak, but his voice only came out muffled and intelligible.
Miguel's scowl deepened and he glared at you, earning an innocent shrug.
"Peter and MJ are visiting, and I thought it would be nice to invite them over," you said endearingly, offering him a napkin.
Peter beamed. "Thank you! And Miguel⌠not a surprise to see you here," he added, wiggling his eyebrows.
"What is that supposed to mean?" he grumbled.
MJ walked in with Mayday clinging to her shoulder. "Hey, Miguel!"
He inwary winced, already anticipating an upcoming headache. In all honesty, he just wanted to spend some time with you after arriving from a mission, and nowâŚ
"MJ," he greeted flatly, before patting Mayday on the head, her curls bouncing lightly.
She stuck out her tongue in response before breaking into laughter.
"He's not even using doors anymore, Peter," MJ started with a devious smile. "It's serious."
Peter nodded, taking Mayday into his hands. "Definitely serious."
Miguel's scowl deepened further and he watched as you laughed nervously.
The two of you hadn't told anyone about your relationship. Miguel would rather keep it that way.
Why?
Because this was the result, and it annoyed him to no end.
"Oh, wipe that frown off your face, Miguel O'Hara," MJ scolded. "Everyone knows about you two, already."
"What?"
Peter quickly brought Mayday to him. "Here, hold her. It will calm you down!"
Miguel reflexively took her in his arms, but kept his gaze on MJ. "What do you mean?"
She rolled her eyes, joining your side, as you began to clean off the counter. "All the missions together⌠always coming in together⌠spending time at the lab," she continued, listing off everything with each finger. "Peter and Jessica told me all about it."
Anger flared inside him briefly, but it quickly plummeted as defeat took over.
"Just a coincidence."
MJ shrugged. "Sure."
Mayday sat on his shoulder, tugging gently at a few strands of his hair, giggling. He winced in pain and removed her from him in an instant, holding her far away from him.
You turned to him and moved to grab her from his grip, pressing her adoringly against your chest. "Don't worry, Mayday. He's just a little bit grumpy, but he's a cutie, too!"
His scowl softened at the sight of Mayday melting into your touch.
You really were a natural at this...
"You're the cutest, though," you whispered in her ear, and she immediately gave you an ear-to-ear grin.
MJ was glaring intensely at him with a knowing smile, and he cleared his throat.
The last thing he needed was them realising how he yearned to be a father, with you carrying his children.
"You're so good with Mayday," Peter praised, stealing another empanada from the plate, and earning a death glare from Miguel who considered hiding them away. "Imagine Mayday and Jessica's kid having another friend to play with!"
Your eyes widened lightly. "Oh! I⌠I thinkâŚ"
Miguel wanted to catapult Peter through the window, but he wouldn't do so in front of his wife and child. He always found a way to be inconvenient, and even though Miguel agreed with him on this, he couldn't let it show.
Out of spite.
MJ motioned for him to cut it off, and the two of them walked out, leaving a babbling MJ with you.
You chuckled. "They're good fun, right?"
No.
But he wouldn't dispute that with you, because this was what you did. You adored making people around you feel included and your love language definitely spoke louder.
As you rocked Mayday against your chest, lulling her into a peaceful silence.Â
"Actually, I have something for you," you whispered with a smile.
Miguel's brow quirked again. "Please don't tell me Hobie Brown is about to burst through the ceiling."
His remark caused you to stifle a giggle. "No, but he might pop up later today."
Miguel's face hardened again.
"I'm kidding, Mr. Grumpy," you said, pointing to an envelope on the table. "Open it."
He glared suspiciously at you before shifting his attention to the piece of paper. Once he unsealed it, he peered closely at what was inside.
A small plastic rod.
His eyes widened and his lips parted.
That wasâŚ
"Yeah. I had my implant removed," you said, standing close to him. "The spider-doctor told me to wait out for my next cycle, butâŚ" You began rubbing Mayday's back as she dozed off with a yawn. "Pregnancy can happen earlier than that if we tryâŚ"
Miguel was too perplexed to say anything.
You were indeed aware of his breeding kink, and he would gladly give you as much time as you needed. Even if you ended up deciding not wanting to have children, he would be more than fine with that decision.
He was too in love with you to push you beyond your comfort zone.
And yet⌠here you were, willingly fulfilling his wishes.
"Say something," you said, nudging his arm with yours.
He swallowed, finally meeting your eyes. "You didn't have toâŚ"
You nodded. "But I want to, Miguel. And I know you want it, too."
There was no denying it. The past few months had been torturous at times. Each time he fucked you raw and spilled inside you, knowing fully well nothing would come of it. Witnessing his seed going to waste would torment him.
He pressed his hand to your head and pulled you against him, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Te amo."
You lifted your head to stare at him. "I love you, too."
- A couple of weeks later -
Miguel stormed into the lab later that afternoon, needing a refill of his serum.
But he didn't expect to see you still there, sitting on a chair, and tapping at the screen in front of you.
"What happened?"
Your head turned and he was met with tired eyes. "Oh, I was wondering if you could draw some blood."
Alarm bells chimed inside his head right away and he was quickly in front of you, scanning your face for any signs of distress.
"I'm okay, Miguel," you assured him with a faint curl of your lips. "Just want to check something."
You sounded off.
So he quickly gathered what he needed to comply with your request, always eyeing you from the corner of his eye.
He came to sit next to you and motioned his fingers so you'd lay out your arm for him.
"Did something happen?" he pressed again, pulling the sleeve of your lab coat upwards.
You shook your head, gaze dropping to his hands.Â
He wasn't convinced in the slightest, but decided to give you some space, offering a respectful silence.
Hi fingers tapped your skin, tied a latex glove just above your elbow as a tournique, seeking a bulging vein.Â
"It's funnyâŚ" you said with a sigh.Â
Miguel lifted his eyes briefly, finding yours staring right back at him. "What is?"
The faintest tug at the corner of your lips had him relax slightly.Â
"The first time I met you⌠you also drew my blood for testing," you said, and your tone told him you held the memory of it fondly. "And now, here we are again."
"Under different circumstances, I'm sure."
"Better ones."
He was unsure of what you meant by that, so he dropped his eyes to your arm again. Once he found what he was looking for, he punctured the soft barrier of skin, watching as the vial in between his fingers filled with liquid.
As he withdrew from you and pressed a pad to the wound, a weird feeling began to loom over him.
Could it be that...
He eyed you curiously, hoping for you to confirm his suspicions, but you remained silent.
"Apply some pressure," he asked, and you nodded, your fingers replacing his.
Scooting over to the analysis machine, he placed the vial inside and watched the liquid being sucked inside.
"Why do you need your blood tested?"
You shrugged, but he could sense you were holding something back.
By the time the first results began to appear on the hovering screen, he scanned them, looking for an outlier.Â
It didn't take long for it to show up.
Miguel's heart lurched as the confirmation hit him, and he checked it twice, but there was no mistake.
< hCG (mIU/ml) - 145 >
The human chorionic gonadotropin was colloquially referred to as the pregnancy hormone, and its level could inform how far along a pregnancy was.Â
This value had Miguel guess you were around three weeks.Â
"Why didnât you tell me right away?" he managed to ask, swallowing the lump in his throat.
He felt you looping your arm around his, resting your head on it. "I figured it would be more romantic than peeing on a stick and showing it to you," you chuckled softly.
In all honesty, he wouldn't care either way.Â
How could he?
In front of him was the proof that the bond he shared with you was now bearing fruit.
"... besides⌠this is your field, right? Genetics," you said, tightening your grip around him. "It felt right for you to find out this way."
Miguel felt overwhelmed all of a sudden, upon realising just how you never missed anything. Down to the last detail. Everything you did always held a purpose, no matter how insignificant it might seem at first.
"IâŚ"
You shifted until you were in front of him, and quickly laced your arms around his waist, placing your chin on his broad chest, eyeing him with absolute adoration. "Come on, Miguel⌠don't tell me you're surprised it happened so quickly."
He truly wasn't.
He had bred you over and over again over the past few weeks, always making sure you would lay still after each time, a pillow under you, not allowing any cum from going to waste.
You had protested at first, but he excelled at providing after care, and those sessions soon turned into opportunities at exploring your intimacy to the point you were eager to be filled over and over again.
His sweet girlâŚ
"I think I love you," he blurted out, immediately realising how ridiculous he sounded.Â
Your chuckle reverberated across his skin. "You think? I hope you're more sure than that. There's no turning back now."
His arms circled you, pulling you into a tighter embrace as his gaze met yours. "Thank you."
You quirked an eyebrow. "For what?"
"Everything."
Author's note: Thank you so much to everyone who has been with this story from beginning to end. It means a lot. I hope you were able to connect with these characters in one way or another 𩷠I will be missing Miguel and sweet girl so much... this story wouldn't be anything without your vital support, and I will forever be grateful! Ruby~
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Jujustu Kaisen Men when You Get Your Period
Pairing: Yuji Itadori, Ryomen Sukuna, Megumi Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro, Yuta Okkotsu x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, suggestive, hurt/comfort, kissing, massage, working out together, eating together, blood, periods, baths, mention of future pregnancy, cuddles
A/N: I feel like mine is close so I need comfort.
Yuji will try to keep your spirits up while you're on your period. He will be there for cuddles when ever you need them and warm you right up. Or if you don't feel like being touched too much then he each of you can be on your side of the bed or couch and watching any movie or show that makes you feel better while eating lots of snacks.
Sukuna knew your period was coming, yes he could actually smell it and was pretty excited about the whole thing. To him it was very much like you were in a prime mating and breeding period leading up to it, so he was pretty keen on satisfying you. He's not squimish about the blood at all, he doesn't think it's gross and if you do he will do his damn best to convince you otherwise.
Megumi offers to give you lots of massages that he read can help with period cramps. The last thing he wants to see is his girlfriend curled up in pain, or even crying from it. Doesn't push too much of course not, he's gentle when he needs to be and often kisses the areas he massages in his attempt to help you get through it easier and with the least pain possible.
Gojo makes sure to talk to you a lot, crack jokes, anything to take your mind off your period but also make sure that you don't push yourself too much. Usually you're the one taking care of him when he needs to take it easy, well now it's his turn. Be good and do what he says and he could perhaps give you a kiss or ten as a reward to encourage you.
Nanami always has a list of things he needs to buy before your period starts. That way you're never out of necessities and he can spend more time with his wife, especially when you need him there. Even if you don't he feels more comfortable being home with you when you're on your period in case they get really bad and you get sick or the pain becomes too much for you.
Geto puts you in a bundle of blankets so you're comfortable and don't have to worry about bleeding out anywhere he puts you down. Wants to cuddle you lots and kiss you even more, each kiss goes down just a bit more until he gets you to roll your eyes at his teasing and pull him back up for a more proper kiss on the lips. At this rate he'll only manage to work you up more than anything.
Toji looks up all the different work out routines you can do together while you're on your period. Breaking a sweat is always good when period cramps are concerned, stretching those muscles so they don't cramp up too bad. Will be there as moral support but also gets pretty handy and loose with kisses when the two of you are well into a work out session so they tend to end quite abruptly.
Yuta quickly makes you a bath and offers to help you wash up, you shouldn't ever feel gross or dirty for something that's a natural thing but if you do then he will be there to help you out. A little shy when he gets into the bath with you and has to actually get you clean. It might be easier in a shower but then he would need to get on his knees and... well he doesn't have enough self control then.
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starring: nate jacobs x male reader
request: Can i pleaaase request a sub Nate Jacobs. With him all dressed up in feminine lingerie with ribbons and stuff. And he gets thoroughly fucked and threatened with those pictures of Nate in them getting leaked and getting exposed. But nate is eager to please and does everything reader wants, despite his hyper masculine persona he has with everyone else. Nate also comes back, eager ,over and over to get fucked and suck and to wear those ribbons and feminine lingerie
warnings: smut, degradation kink, cursing, mention of male pregnancy, slight feminization, black mail, pet play (kinda)
now wasn't this a sight to see THE nate Jacobs under you as you pounded into him roughly, his hole now a messy wet cunt as he moans out your name like a prayer in a church. you had gotten some pretty incriminating evidence on the man of him taking your dick one night and you decided to use that against him and at first when he came over to get his hole pounded by you it was only supposed to be a one time thing.
something to just take the edge off from the weight of school but after you showed him those pictures of you covered in his cum he was willing to do any and everything to keep them from being released, and you took that further than ever now making him dress up in the cutest little lingerie outfit with some cute ribbons and bows and it was the most pretty shade of pink plus it came with a leash and collar so you had to get it.
the collar and leash now further showing how much of a bitch he was for you as his legs dangled on your sides while your cock abused his already sloppy hole more and more "yeah such a good cock sleeve for daddy right" you teased tugging at the leash, nate winces in pain feeling so stupid and low but there was no way he was gonna let you release those pictures of him and you "yes- ngh fuck- yes daddy" he whimpered feeling his third orgasm already approaching.
the way his pecs bounced up and down with your thrust made you even more throbbing in him and he could feel it all to well, your dick was drilling into his squishy walls at an absolutely ungodly rate but he loved it so much, it's like he was going cock drunk for you "you look so pretty for me like this" you say stretching the lace of the fabric back and letting it snap back onto his chest making his visibly shudder.
"y'know it's such a shame only I get to see this, maybe I should release these hm?" you taunt him holding the pictures in his face but he's to weak to try and grab it "please... please don't" nate begs weakly shaking his head. you chuckle at his words, he sounds such like a slut to you, the way he begs and moans and whispers for you just so he won't get outted as a dick whore who craves not the attention of the school but the cum from you.
"well keep taking this dick and I just might consider it" you say tightly holding the leash in hand while your free hand smacks nates ass to keep him aware and awake, no later than a minute after nate was arching his back and moaning out as he came all over his chest, further staining the perfectly good lingerie "y'think you got another in in there big boy" you question fondling his balls in you hand, over stimulating him slightly as he writhes in your touch.
"mhm" nate whine, his legs shaking like crazy beside you "eh nevermind I won't do that to you yet, I still need you to be able to walk home" you say noticing his shaking and pulling out, your loads squirting out of him but you couldn't let all those good juices go to waste so you plugged him up with a pretty pink butt plug "now get the fuck out of here" you harshly said getting up from your bed and going to take a shower while nate layed in his spot for a while absolutely out of his mind with a weak body.
when he finally heard you get in the shower he sniffed your bed for your scent wanting to savour it one last time before he leaves as he jerked off while sniffed your pillows and underwear, soon spraying his fourth load all over your sheets before he stops up and limped to the door to leave. in the later days nates tried to move on with life but he couldn't stop thinking about the greatest fucking you gave him and no matter how much he fingered himself at night it didn't compare to your dick so with half a brain filled with the thought of your dick he threw on the cum stained lingerie set and collar you made him wear that he kept and walked to your house with a jacket and some joggers over the lingerie.
he knocked on you door and you answered surprised to see him "what do you want" you ask and without a second thought nate walked in and kissed you deeply while stripping his clothes to show you his true slutty self "so I suspect you want me to fuck you again" you ask moving to sit on the couch "mhm" nate shyly bods embarrassed by his own whore like actions "well this time you're gonna work for it" you sternly say "yes sir" nate replied "get on your knees" you demand and nate immediately dropped to his knees and crawled in between your legs.
by the end of the night nate struggled to walk and had enough cum in him to make a baby and you had a lot more blackmail material on him but I have a feeling you're not gonna need it when he's pawing to get in your pants daily.
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Who Do I Look Out For?
Š thewidowsledger 2024 - DO NOT REPUBLISH AND PLAGIARISE
Word count: 5.7k
Pairings: Avenger Natasha Romanoff x Agent Female Reader
Tags | Warnings: +18, fluff & angst combo but mostly angst, Natasha has a penis, pregnant reader, traumatized Natty, smut, mutual masturbation, top!Natasha, bottom!reader, soft sex (yes please), grief...not gonna tell you everything sorryâŚ
Author's Note: Finally! First series done! Thank you for keeping up with this one y'all, I hope y'all will still keep up with my next fics after what I did here...this is actually not the plot I originally planned but I liked how this one turned out, I love y'all hehe don't hate međđ
MINI SERIES: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
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âNatasha I am here, babyâs here.â Gently, you pulled away. You took her hand and placed it on your swollen belly.
Her hand on your stomach trembled as she felt the warmth of your skin and the life growing inside you. Slowly, her other hand reached up to cradle your face, her fingers gently stroking your cheek. You leaned your forehead against her.
âFeel me, Iâm here.â
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You both made your way through the grocery store, Natasha was behind you making sure she could see you but there was a noticeable distance between you and her, as always Natasha thought. You stayed a few steps behind her when she dragged a cart near the counter and hardly spoke. But Natasha made sure to check on you, she glanced over her shoulder at you a few times, but you were lost in your thoughts, seemingly oblivious to her concerned gazes.
As you continued to follow Natasha through the aisles, your eyes were uncontrollably drawn to anything related to strawberries. You began gathering every strawberry product you laid eyes on, strawberry yogurt, strawberry jam, dried strawberries, even a strawberry candleâand placed them in the cart.
âAt this rate, we'll need an entire fridge just for strawberry products,â she joked, nervous if you're going to respond or not but to her surprise, you did.
âMhm,â came your brief, yet music to Natasha's ears. Even that simple sound of response was enough to bring a smile to her face, just a monosyllabic response felt like a small victory for her. Itâs been getting hard for her to read you, one second youâll talk to her and then in a snap you wonât. Whatâs worse is that most of the time you really wonât.
Natasha watched you from a small distance as you searched for any strawberry related product, her smile widening each time you found a new item to add to the cart. Though you had been distant lately, this moment felt like a return to normal, if only for a brief while. She enjoyed seeing you so animated and distracted, even if it was only over something as piffling as strawberries. Natasha found herself secretly hoping this mood would last a little longer.
Your eyes locked onto a carton of strawberry juice box that seemed to taunt you from the top shelf, just out of your reach. With a determined look on your face, you rose on your tiptoes, attempting to stretch as far as possible to grab it. But as you did, your protruding baby bump proved to be stopping you, preventing you from reaching it.
You were about to call for Natasha when you noticed a woman talking to herâa striking beautiful woman.
As you observed the lady speaking to Natasha, a wave of insecurity washed over you. Her beauty and poise were undeniable and involuntarily, you found yourself comparing yourself to her in your mind.
You noticed her flawless skin, blonde long silky hair not like Thor though and she was wearing a tight dress that flexed the curve of her body. Against your own formâheavy with the weight of pregnancy and marked by the effects of hormonesâand the overall feeling of being less physically attractive.
You couldn't help but be conscious of what you're wearing, you were just wearing a spaghetti strap, a long cotton cardigan jacket on top of it and a boho ruffled skirt. But you don't actually feel like it's about what you're wearing, you feel ugly.
As you continued to observe, your mind now focused on the interaction, it became clear that the woman was not just making casual conversation or maybe asking your girlfriend. Her body language was unmistakably flirty, leaning in, touching Natasha's arm and giving her a coy smile.
Your girlfriend, however, seemed oblivious to the woman's advances or chose to dismiss them. Her responses were polite but short and she subtly distanced herself whenever the woman tried to get too close. You actually hated your girlfriend for being like this, it happened many times already. When someone is trying to hit on her, she would either ignore or wait for you to come around to rescue her.
Natasha was trying to finish the conversation with the woman that she didn't even start, but when she sees you, it feels like being saved. She smiled, anticipating that you would add another strawberry item to the cart. However, her smile faded as she watched you place the kitchen knife in the cart instead. She shot a nervous glance at you as you pretended to fix the items you placed in the cart. Her heart rate slightly picked up in concern and fear.
The woman looked at you with a slightly stunned expression, as she saw the bump in your stomach. âOhâŚâ she muttered, the realization finally setting in. She turned back to Natasha, her tone apologetic.
âI didn't realize,â she offered awkwardly.
Oh, how you wish she realized that it was a knife that you put in the cart.
Meanwhile, Natasha, still somewhat oblivious to the woman's previous attempts to flirt, âI gotta go, that's my wife.â
âOhâŚâ
You were stunned in place as you heard Natasha speak those words. Thatâs my wife, each word rolling off her tongue effortlessly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to say. Despite your current status as girlfriends, hearing her declare you as her wife sent a rush of emotions through you. The insecurities that had been weighing heavily on your mind earlier seemed to melt away. You immediately walked out while your girlfriend quickly pushed the cart and hurried after you.
As you walked silently through the store, Natasha could sense that something was off with you, well, it has always been like this, nothing new. She still stayed a few steps behind you, giving you the space you needed, like she always does but she couldn't shake the feeling that she had done something wrong. She then stared at the knife you put on the cart and immediately fished it out and put it in the chip aisle before you could even catch her.
Natashaâs eyes pretended to wander around when you walked back at her only to be drawn to a baby section. She followed your every move as you walked through the aisle with a big smile. She was utterly smitten by you, her heart swelling with affection with every glance. Her gaze kept returning to your stomach, to the tiny bump that she noticed grew more prominent each day. Seeing the bump, the evidence of the life growing inside you, etched an even deeper love in her heart. You were carrying her child and it only made you more beautiful in her eyes.
You were perfect.
Natasha then felt a heatwave of longing as she watched you, the cardigan slipping from your shoulder, revealing the soft skin that she had once traced with her fingers and lips. And she coughed as she tried to avoid the thoughts.
It had been too long since she had touched you, too long that she could only recall in her mind the memories and images of you as she struggled to take care of herself alone. She yearned to feel you quiver beneath her once again, to hear the soft gasps that escaped your lips as she brought you to new heights. The way you would melt into her touch like warm wax, you letting her use you without hesitation. The way you would part your lips, your legsâŚ
âNeed help?â
Natasha was abruptly brought back to reality when she heard a manâs voice talking to you. She quickly made her way over to you and the stranger who had approached you.
âShe's fine,â She then pointed to the item you were trying to reach and asked, âthis one, baby? â
You blinked and gave her a small nod before she reached up and grabbed the item you were trying to get, she placed it on the cart hand and immediately took your hand, pulling you away from the stranger. She finally let go of you when you turned from another aisle but her hand moved to the small of your back, guiding you gently possessively as she looked around the sign of the man.
She doesn't care now, she never made a bold move to touch you, the only time she can be close to you is when she gets to kiss your forehead every morning, she is done being subtle and holding back. She didn't care if she just invaded your space or her act seconds ago would irritate you like how you get irritated by her when she tries to come near your shared bed, because she wouldn't watch any man or anyone get too close with you.
As you turned a corner, you suddenly saw a group of young women who looked like they were still in college. They were all giggling and chatting with each other, and you couldn't help but feel self-conscious, again.
You immediately fidgeted, and pulled your cardigan wishing it would cover your upper body. Being overwhelmed at the situation, you decide that you're done for this day and you immediately head towards the checkout counter.
Natasha trailed behind you, pushing the shopping cart. When she notices your direction, she pipes up, âYou're not gonna get anything more, baby?â
You pause for a moment before shaking your head, still feeling a bit insecure and not really in the mood to shop anymore. Natasha picks up on your body language, she notices that you're fidgeting with your cardigan, pulling it tightly around your body. It's a familiar gesture to her, one that you always do when you're feeling insecure.
After you finish paying for your items and the cashier bids you good day, Natasha turns to you with a concerned look on her face. She notices that you're still not quite yourself.
The drive back to the compound was mostly quiet. You sat in the passenger seat of the car, staring out the window, lost in your own thoughts. Natasha glanced over at you occasionally, but she could tell that you weren't quite ready to talk yetâas always.
As she drove, she put on the song âCan't Take My Eyes Off Of Youâ on the car stereo. The song was special for you because you both always danced together to it in the mornings or after missions when itâs just the two of you. As the song continued to play and your hormones were all over the place due to your pregnancy, making it difficult for you to control your emotions. You could feel your emotions getting the best of you, and you couldn't help but sniffle as tears streamed down your face. And you turned to look at the window to hide your ugly cry face as if your partner hadn't seen it for how long you have been together.
Natasha glanced over at you, noticing you sniffle every now and then but trying to keep her focus on the road. Without thinking, she reached over and took your hand in hers, bringing it to her lips and kissing it tenderly.
As she continued to kiss your hand, Natasha was surprised when you didn't pull it away. Normally, you would have pushed her away when she tried to touch you when you weren't in the mood to be touched, which is most of the time you weren't. However, this time, you let her keep your hand in her lips as she hummed along with the song.
As the song came to an end, a comfortable silence fell over the car. Natasha finally broke the silence by speaking up, her voice soft and gentle.
âYou know you're beautiful, right?â
The lump in your throat grew larger, and you could feel tears stinging the corners of your eyes. It was harder than you thought to hold them back, to keep them from spilling out. Stupid hormones.
Natasha squeezed your hand gently, her eyes never leaving the road as she spoke. She needed you to know how she truly felt.
âYou know that I could never look at any woman the same way I look at you, right? Youâre the absolute most beautiful person in the world to me. Every inch of your skin, every curve and every imperfection, it drives me mad how perfect I find you, baby. I could never take my eyes off youâŚâ
âMy beautiful girlfriend, my wifeâŚthe beautiful mother of my child.â
You bit your lip, trying to keep yourself from falling apart completely, but it was a losing battle. The tears were building up, threatening to overflow, and you could feel your heart twisting inside your chest but her words? Oh, Natashaâs wordsâŚ
Every time Natasha spoke, it was like a balm to your soul. Whether she was showering you with praise and affection or offering reassurance when you needed it most, her words always managed to touch you in a way that nothing else could. The way she expressed her love and devotion through her words and actions even though at times you werenât making things easy for her. No matter how many times you heard her sweet words, they still had the power to make you feel adored and loved, reminding you of the deep love you have for the woman despite your hormones making you hate her.
As the tidal wave of emotions overwhelmed you, you couldn't hold back anymore. With a shaky breath, you finally looked over at Natasha with your ugly ass cry faceâyour face was a mess of tears and snot.
âHi mama.â
Natasha held your hand in her lips and you laughed at her nickname, it was as though all your insecurities were briefly forgotten. The weight of your negative thoughts and doubts evaporated for a moment, as if a wave had come and washed the shoreline clean. Despite the emotional storm that had just occurred, Natashaâs ability to bring levity to the situation was one of the many things you adored about her.
You bite your lip as you look at her driving, âBaby wants some ice-cream.â You said in a soft murmur and Natasha couldnât help but melt right then and there, finally hearing your beautiful voice.
âOh really? I think baby is making mama want some ice-cream.â Natasha accused as she pointed to your tummy, your hand still in her hand.
And that earned another point from Natasha when you giggled again, much longer and louder this time.
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You finally arrived at the compound and you entered your shared bedroom with Natasha, ice cream still in hand, and settled onto the bed. As you took bites of the sweet treat, Natasha busied herself with arranging the groceries in the mini fridge she brought for you since she knew you were pregnant.
The room was quiet, save for your soft sounds of satisfaction as you continued to enjoy your ice cream. There was a sense of comfort and domesticity in the air, a normalcy that was somehow both strange and familiar after all that had happened.
As Natasha finished putting all the strawberry items you hoarded in the grocery store, she removed her leather jacket, revealing the tank top underneath. Then, she shimmied out of her pants, revealing a pair of black boxers that did little to hide the bulge straining against the fabric. You paused, ice cream mid-lick, as you openly gawked at her. The cold treat dripped onto your hand, but you barely noticed, too preoccupied with the sight before you.
You instinctively ate the ice cream in the same way you sucked her. The motion reminded you of the way you had kneel in front of her, face between her thighs, eager to taste her, to please her as she guided you through it.
Spike in sex drive, check.
âIâm gonna shower,â she said, she did not look at you as she immediately went to grab her towel. You on the other hand are all sticky, fingersâŚand down there. You licked your fingers as you took the final bite of the ice-cream cone.
Only if you knew how much she needed you inside the shower.
Natasha stepped into the shower, the cold water spraying against her flushed skin. She turned the knob all the way to the left, seeking relief from the heat she felt. But it was no use. Her body ached for release, for your touch. The cold water did nothing to cool the fire burning within her.
Two months had passed since what happened and Natasha still struggled to cope. She felt lost, alone, and unheard. The distance between you two only made things worse. She found herself unable to take care of herself, her daily routines a constant reminder of her loneliness. The shame and frustration built up inside her, manifesting in these secret moments of self-relief in the bathroom and shower. She longed for your touch, your comfort, your presence.
âOh, Y/NâŚâ she moaned, her voice barely audible over the shower. âY/NâŚâ She pictured you on your knees before her, taking her entire cock into your mouth, your hands caressing her thighs, her hips.
As the water continued to cascade down her body, Natasha's hand picked up pace, stroking her length with desperate need. Her other hand pressed against the shower wall, fingers digging into the tile as she rode out the waves of pleasure. âFuck, fuck, fuck,â
Natasha's breath hitched as her fantasy took over. She imagined your fingers trailing up her back, drawing her closer, urging her to thrust deeper into your mouth. Her hand mirrored her fantasy, tightening around her base and pumping faster, deeper.
âY/N,â she gasped, her voice barely a whisper as she called out for you. Her body convulsed, her knees buckling as she found her release. Her forehead resting at the cold tile of the bathroom.
While you were slumped and laying in bed. The cold ice-cream did nothing to ease the heat your body is feeling now. Your hands slipped beneath the hem of your skirt, slowly sliding upwards.
Your fingers brushed against your damp panties, you couldn't hold back a soft gasp. You could feel how wet you were. With a trembling hand, you pushed your panties aside, your fingertips grazing your slick folds.
You closed your eyes, imagining Natasha's touch instead of your own. Her gentle caress, her loving touch, her passion. Your breathing hitched as you slowly parted your wet folds, your fingers sliding along your crease. You bit your lip to muffle a moan, your hips rising to meet your hand. You curled your finger, rubbing against your sensitive wall, and your other hand reached up to pinch your nipple through your top.
The dual stimulation was almost too much to bear. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you imagined Natasha's face, her lips, her touch. You then focused on your clit, rubbing it in circles and your free hand fumbled with your shirt, finally freeing your breast.
âNatashaâŚâ you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper. Your finger rubbing your clit fast, this is the only way you could make yourself come, not the same way Natasha does. Her ways were much, oh so much better. She has different ways on how to make you come and beg for more.
Your breath coming in short pants. âNatasha, pleaseâŚâ you moaned louder, arching your back, your body tensing as the pressure built inside you.
And finally, your body shook violently as your orgasm hit, you buried your fingers deep inside you and you spasmed whenever it hit your clit. You feel your eyes droop and in just a few moments youâre already asleep.
Natasha emerged from the bathroom, a towel on her shoulders. Her face pale and her eyes guilty. And when she approached the bed, she saw you already deep in sleep beneath the covers, your breathing slow and even.
Only if she knew that your fingers were still knuckle-deep in your pussy behind the thick covers of the duvet.
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âCan you go with me? I have a check-up with Dr. Cho.â
Natashaâs heart raced as she processed your words. You never asked for her to accompany you with Dr. Cho appointments before, usually you would go with Wanda or Yelena, literally anyone but not her. So the sudden request caught her off guard. But, she quickly nodded, afraid that you might take it back.
âOf course, Iâll come with you. Thank you, baby. Thank you for asking me to come with you.â
You just nodded along, your mind preoccupied with thoughts of your upcoming appointment or rather with the thought of Natasha going with you for the first time. Your hand absently rubbed your stomach, caressing it. And the redhead watched you, her eyes lingering on the gentle movement of your hand, she longed to touch your belly and talk to the mini me that is growing inside you.
âDo we go now? Or later?â
âI wanna go now.â
As you both walked to the medical bay, you found yourself not lagging behind Natasha like you usually did. Instead, you were walking beside her, close enough that your arms brushed against each other. Without thinking, you reached out and grabbed onto her arm, your fingers wrapping around her strong bicep.
The redhead couldn't help but smile, âI got you, Y/N.â
âHi mama.â Dr. Cho greeted you, you offered the doctor a smile and then Natasha appeared at the frame of the door, â...and mommy.â
âWell then, letâs get started mommies?â Dr. Cho said excitedly. The doctor tried to talk you out of it, giving you advice not just for your relationship but for the future of your child. And by seeing you and Natasha now, she is very happy with the progress.
Dr. Cho ushered you to lie down on the bed. Natasha moved to help you, her strong hands gently supporting you as you climbed up. She adjusted the pillow behind your head.
âYou can sit there, Romanoff.â Cho motioned on a chair beside the bed.
Once you and Natasha were settled comfortably on your own, Dr. Cho began preparing the ultrasound equipment. She moved your shirt upward and squirted a generous amount of gel on your exposed belly, the cool liquid making you shiver slightly.
âSo, how many weeks are you now, Y/N?â Dr. Cho asked, her eyes focused on the screen. The doctor wants to make sure you are counting and aware about your weeks and the progress of your pregnancy. Before you could reply Natasha spoke up, â21 weeks,â she said confidently, reaching out to your hand.
You weren't mad at all that Natasha answered for you. In fact, you felt a warmth spreading through your chest at her words. She had been keeping track, even though all this time you had pushed her away. The realization shocked youâher dedication and care for you hadn't wavered, despite your coldness, despite your not making it easy on her.
âGood, it's good you're keeping up with Y/N's pregnancy,â Dr. Cho said, nodding approvingly.
âOf course.â
âLet's see if your little one wants to cooperate today,â Dr. Cho said, moving the transducer around your belly. She pointed at the screen. âAlright, there's the head, and that's the spine. Those are the limbs... Ah, now we can see the profile. AndâŚâ
Natasha's eyes were fixed on the screen, taking in every word Dr. Cho saidâshe tried. Suddenly, her gaze flickered down your belly seeing the scar she was very familiar with, and for a moment, she was transported back to that dreadful day. You were pale, unconscious and the doctor beside you was not Dr. Cho.
âRomanoff, your baby is healthy and developing just like it should. All the organs, muscles, limbs and bones are in place.â
Her body stiffened, and without a thought, she snatched her hand away from yours, breaking the connection she has been trying to fix for months. Her breath hitched, and she blinked rapidly, trying to dispel the sudden, unwanted memory. The room fell silent and Dr. Cho paused, looking concerned.
âNatasha?â you called out for her. Already missing the warmth of her hand to yours.
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorryâŚâ Natasha muttered, apologizing over and over. She stepped backwards and that's when your heart dropped, you didn't want to see her backing up. Not now, you were rebuilding what you both lost.
âNatasha, whatâs wrong? Come back here.â You asked worriedly as you tried to sit up.
She shook her head, swallowing a lump on her throat, âSorry, IâmâŚsorry.â
âNatasha!â you bawled, trying to heave yourself out of bed as the redhead turned and fled the medbay. You screamed her name again, your heart racing, but she didn't come back. Dr. Cho rushed to catch you, fearing youâd fall.
Defeated, you crumpled back onto the bed, tears spilling over. You clutched at Dr. Cho, burying your face in her scrubs.
âShe left again...she promised sheâd stayâŚâ
Eventually, Dr. Cho and Bruce managed to calm you down enough to return you to your room. Wanda immediately rushed to the medbay when she heard about you, and once again you heard her cursing your girlfriendâs name as she walked you to your room.
âI am going to kill her, I swear.â
Your bestfriend insisted on staying with you but you wanted to be alone.
And here you are, alone once more, curled up on your shared bed, staring blankly at the wall. You refused to continue the check-up without Natasha by your side. Without her, everything felt pointless.
Hours more passed, and you remained unmoved on the bed, staring blankly at the wall. You'd barely blinked, save for the occasional tear that would slide down your cheek. The pain in your chest grew sharper, intensifying with each passing moment. You hugged your belly protectively, as if shielding the baby from the emotional turmoil.
âShe should be hereâŚmommy should be hereâŚâ you murmured, tears sliding down your cheeks. You felt abandoned, alone.
âMommy will never leave us, she promised.â
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Natasha finally returned, her hands shaking as she opened the door to your shared room. She froze when she found you on the bed, looking so small and vulnerable. She didn't want to look at you anymore, because all she could feel was guilt so she immediately made her way to the bathroom.
âAre you drunk?â you asked plainly, making the redhead stop in her tracks. She breathed as she turned, she couldn't respond, her voice stuck in her throat as she saw you sit up on the bed. The room was dark, but her eyes adjusted enough to see your tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes.
You could smell the alcohol on her from across the room, the acrid scent burning your nostrils. It mingled with the lingering perfume she always wore, creating a sickening combination.
âYou left me there alone, you know that right?â you said, your voice cracking with emotion. âNot just me, but our baby. You left us there, I called for you but you didnât even look back.â
Natashaâs face paled as you spoke, her eyes welling up with tears. âI-Iâm so sorry,â she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. âIâm so, so sorry. I never meant to... I didnât think... Iâm sorry. Iâm so, so sorry. I justâŚâ
You watched her breathe hard, her chest heaving with sobs as she paced back and forth across the room. She trembled as she brushed her hairs out her face, she then buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with quiet, desperate tears. She was a mess, her usually composed self crumbling before your eyes.
âI feel like... I feel like I have no right to be like this,â Natasha finally spoke, her voice hoarse from crying. âBut I paid for it, Y/N. What I did to you, I paid for it. Every night... every night, I always dream of losing you.â
Seeing her in such a state, you couldn't just stand there anymore. You moved towards the bed, your body tensing as you tried to stand straight despite the baby bump.
âIâŚI saw you there, you were laying in bed. AtâŚat first I thought you were dead,â Natasha looked up at you with red, swollen eyes, her face contorting with fresh grief as she relived the memory.
âHe...he threatened to kill you,â Natasha continued, âIn front of me. He would wave the knife in front of me, he would laugh and then he would get mad, saying that if I dare to move an inch, he would do bad things to you.â
âAnd every night, Y/N, every night, I would dream about that. I would dream about not being able to save youâŚa knife on yourâŚâ
You immediately rushed to her and you both ended up on the ground, you gently pulling Natasha into a tight embrace. Her head rested on your shoulder as she continued to cry, her body shaking against yours.
âB-but I killed him, baby. I did, youâre safe now. Our babyâŚweâŚwe are safeâŚyou are safeâŚâ she pulled you closer to her, âI killed him, I killed himâŚno one will ever hurt you anymore, I killed him. Youâre safe.â
Feeling her cling to you desperately, her words coming out in a panicked, disjointed rush, she was still trapped in that nightmare and you didnât know. You pulled her even closer, wrapping her in a protective embrace.
âNatasha I am here, babyâs here.â Gently, you pulled away. You took her hand and placed it on your swollen belly.
Her hand on your stomach trembled as she felt the warmth of your skin and the life growing inside you. Slowly, her other hand reached up to cradle your face, her fingers gently stroking your cheek. You leaned your forehead against her.
âFeel me, Iâm here.â
âI need to feel you, Y/N. I need to feel you, all of you.â
Understanding her unspoken request, you captured her lips with yours, you poured all of your love and reassurance into the kiss. Your tongue delved into her mouth, tangling with hers as you deepened the kiss, wanting to chase away the last vestiges of her nightmare and replace them with the comfort of your presence.
Natasha stood guiding you both to your feet. She led you backward toward the bed, still not letting go of your lips.
In the blink of an eye, your clothes vanished, leaving your naked bodies pressed together, skin against skin. The sudden lack of barriers between you sent a shiver of desire through you both. Natasha's breasts flattened against your chest as she leaned down, her lips finding yours once more in a searing kiss.
As Natasha settled between your thighs, you could feel her hardness pressed against your lower belly, hot and heavy. The sensation sent a thrill through you, and you wrapped your legs around her waist, pulling her even closer.
âNatashaâŚfeel meâŚâ
Her fingers gently caressing your folds, finding you already wet and ready. She coated her length with your slickness, positioning herself at your entrance. She looked into your eyes, her own filled with raw, unbridled desire.
With a slow, gentle thrust, Natasha entered you, her eyes locked onto yours. She was so gentle, so tender, as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
âMy angel,â she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion.
Natasha began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. Each thrust was careful and measured, allowing you to adjust to her size. She peppered your face with soft kisses as she made love to you, murmuring sweet words of devotion. âMy love, my heart, my everythingâŚâ
You wrapped your legs tightly around her waist, pulling her even deeper. The new angle made her touch that spot inside you that drove you wild.
âN-NatashaâŚâ you moaned, your fingers digging into her back as you clung to her.
She could feel all of you nowâyour heat, your wetness, your pulsating walls, the warmth of your skin and your beating heart, âOh, Y/NâŚâ she breathed, her body trembling as she held herself deep.
With a final, powerful thrust, Natasha buried her face in your neck and shattered. Her hot seed spilled into you, her whole body convulsing with the force of her release. You clung to her, your own completion washing over you like a wave as you called out her name. âN-Natasha...NatashaâŚâ
You gently unwrapped your legs from around her waist and brought your hands up to hold her face, your thumbs brushing away the tears that had escaped her eyes.
âForgive yourself, NatashaâŚâ
She shook her head violently, âN-noâŚyouâre here!â
But none of it had been real.
Natasha looked around the room, there was never a grocery, her eyes taking in the clothes strewn across the floor, some still bearing the scent of you that she couldn't bear to wash away especially the strawberry products she reminded of you. Your pregnancy tests, empty bottles and wrappers littered the nightstand, evidence of her neglect of herself. And the lifeless bunch of flowers Clint had given her months ago that was for your funeral. The wilted, dried-out blooms lay scattered on the floor, petals falling like tears, a harsh reminder of reality.
You would always tell Natasha how you liked Thor's hair and Thor, had vanished from Earth and hasn't come back yet since your death. Morgan had stopped playing salon because she would only play it with you.
Your bestfriend, Wanda, had to moved out, her powers were growing unstable and you are the only one who could calm her down. Also, the threat of harming your girlfriend had forced her to leave.
She never had to deal with your mood swings or food cravings, because all she had to deal with is that fact that she wasn't really able to save you and now you are gone forever.
Tears spilled down Natasha's cheeks as she stared at the pregnancy result she had found after the funeral, the cruel irony of it all crashing down on her. She hadn't just failed to save you, but also the innocent life growing inside you. The knife that took your life had also claimed the tiny, fragile being you both had created with love.
The ghostly visions, the heart-wrenching conversations, the passionate embraces...they were all figments of her grief-stricken mind. A desperate attempt to cope with the reality of your loss.
âI was here. You need to let me go, you need to let us go.â
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An unexpected role | cl16
Summary: You revealed your little secret to your date, you didn't expect he would take it so well.
Warning: fluffy Charles, step dad!Charles, some tears while storytelling.
a/n: This is a little long story, but I hope you like it! Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9
You never thought you'd go back to dating after the way your last relationship ended, which wasn't in a pleasant way... But here you were, in a coffee shop with a guy who was a known friend to your bestie, Lola, what seemed strange to you is that you never heard her talk about him... And obviously she hardly talked about him, since he is a racing driver.
To your surprise the date was going very well, you seemed to be in a fairy tale or something similar, you had a good feeling in your chest and it had been a long time since you had felt that way with someone.
âBut I'm done talking about myself... Tell me more about yourselfâ He said while giving you a little smile, he told you about his races and that seemed very interesting to you, you used to be a Formula One fan when you were a little girl you watched the races with your father.
You let out a small sigh. "About me? I don't know what you would like to know about me, I don't think I have a very interesting life compared to yours.â
He denied while smiling. âYou can tell me anything about yourself and I will find it very interesting.â
As if by fate, your cell phone, which was on the table, turned on showing a message from Lola, she was taking care of your little two-year-old girl Lily. The message said: âShe just wanted to send her mama some kisses đâ maybe she sent you a gif of your little daughter blowing kisses at the camera... You smiled a little when you saw the notification, what you didn't realize was the look of a certain green-eyed Monegasque who was also looking at the screen with curiosity.
âUm... Tell me you didn't see my screen, did you?â you said a little fearfully.
âI'll just tell you that I saw what was necessary... But now I am curious to know who that person is who sent you kissesâ He tilted his head a little. âDo you have someone waiting for you at home?â
You took a breath, this wasn't the way you wanted him to know. âActually... Yes, I have a little person waiting for me at home.â
You took courage and spoke again. âThis wasnât the way I wanted to tell you this, but,â you said with trembling hands. âI'm a single mom.â
You narrowed your eyes, expecting the worst possible reaction, perhaps he would get up from the table and leave without wanting to know more about you for the rest of his life, but you didn't expect his hand to rest on yours in a gesture that filled your heart.
âWow... That's unexpected, but... Wow, I don't know what to say.â He said while giving you a loving look. âI don't want to sound nosy but you do have an interesting life.â
âYes, well, dealing with a two-year-old little girl is not easy at all... But I wouldn't change it for anything.â
âTell me about her⌠About you two actually.â
Just saying those words was enough to turn you into a first-rate chatterbox, you told him everything about you and Lily, the rollercoaster of emotions with pregnancy, the appointments to the gynecologist, the day she was born and so on, you practically spat out all the information there was and could be about the two of you. But his look of adoration and care did not leave his face, he listened attentively to every word you said to him, it was as if he were collecting data for the future? You didn't know exactly.
âOh wow, that's totally amazing.â He said while having a small smile on his face. âI noticed you didn't mention her father, did something happen between you? If you don't want to answer, that's fine! I understand, there's no problem at all.â
You sighed again, there were few people who knew what happened between you and your ex, maybe telling him won't hurt.
âWell... He abandoned me when I told him I was pregnant, our relationship lasted almost two years, but when I told him the news, he left but without leaving me a nice little gift, a good blow on the cheek.â You said while chuckled. âAnd on top of that, my family didn't take the news very well either, they told me such hurtful things that made me feel unprotected and hurt by the people I least expected.â You said as you sobbed a little. âBut hey, these are things that happen, right?â You said as you dried a few tears with your hand, but they kept coming, one of his hands rested on your face to dry your tears with his thumb and you smiled weakly.
âOh God, I'm very sorry, I didn't imagine such a thing would have happened to you... But you are very brave and it shows, well, from what you tell me, that you do what is best for your little Lily." He said and your eyes crystalized again, you wanted to hug him, nobody had never said those beautiful words to you.
âThank you Charles... I have never been told anything as nice as that.â You whispered.
âIt's nothing, pretty. Now you will hear them more often.â He smiled as he winked and you giggled, apparently this date is going to lead to something very precious.
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âHoney, stay calm baby, mama is trying to comb your hair.â You said as you tried to make Lily's pigtails, but she was a little restless today, excited perhaps.
You had been talking to Charles after that date, and now two weeks after that he is going to meet little Lily, he is taking you both to an ice cream parlor. You had been sending him pictures of her and so on, you talked about everything and at the same time about nothing, it was like an instant connection and that for you was fascinating, considering that he didn't run away from you when you told him everything you experienced with your daughter.
The sound of your apartment's doorbell distracted you, luckily you managed to do your little girl's hair in time.
âLet's see who's waiting for us at the door, little princess.â You said and took her hand, when you opened the door Charles was there with a shy smile and in his hands he had a bouquet of daisies and a little bag.
âHi cutieâ He said with some tenderness and smiled. âUhm... These are for you... I saw them and I remembered you, I don't know why, maybe because they are pretty like you.â He smiled and extended the bouquet of daisies to you.
âYou didn't have to do it Charles," You said as you placed them in a vase of water. âMy love, meet a friend, his name is Charles⌠Say hello darling.â You said to Lily, who was hiding behind your legs.
âH..hi!â Lily stammered, she talks a little, although sometimes she tends to be a non-stop chatterbox, but she's adorable.
âBut it's the popular Lily! Your mama has told me a lot about you.â He said with a smile as he crouched down to be level with her. âLook, I brought you something.â He said as he took out a bunny stuffed animal from the bag, Lily's eyes lit up at the presence of the stuffed animal.
âBunny!â She said as she stretched out her little hands towards the little stuffed animal and took it from Charles's hands.
âHow do you say, honey?â You emphasized.
âThank... Youâ She said while babbling between laughs, Charles gave her a little smile and a small kiss on her forehead, you can swear that when you saw that your heart melted completely.
âIt's nothing little princess!â He said as he looked at you and smiled. âOkay, shall we go? Those ice creams are waiting for us!â He said in an animated tone earning a small jump from Lily. If this were a competition, he would already be ahead by a long shot.
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After going for ice cream and going to the park for a while, sleep began to take over Lily, both you and she had spent a very fun day with Charles, it's been a long time since you had such a good time, with her you always do your best to do something fun between the two of you.
âMama... Swleepâ She said adorably as she snuggled up next to you.
âDon't worry little one, Charlie is going to take us home, you will soon be sleeping comfortably in your bed." You said as you smiled at your little girl, you turned your head and saw the green-eyed boy smiling as he took your hand.
Sooner than expected you found yourself at the door of your building while trying to lift Lily out of the car.
âLeave it to me, Iâll help you with Lily.â He said and he carefully took Lily from your arms and carried her against his shoulder.
You noticed how natural the scene was and how incredibly comfortable Lily was in his arms, you smiled. Only Lola did those things to help you get out of somewhere with Lily, but seeing him with her in his arms gave you a feeling of familiarity in your chest.
You entered the building and took the elevator until you reached your apartment, when you entered he gave you Lily again and you took her to her room to put her pajamas on, he looked at you tenderly from the door frame, it's incredible how he won Lily's affection so quickly.
âYou are ready to dream, little miss!â You said as you placed kisses on her face and she giggled while holding the stuffed bunny that Charles had given her earlier.
âChas! Chas! Bed!â She said a little enthusiastically towards Charles, your time to tell her a story was approaching.
He approached her bed and she smiled and then you started telling her the respective bedtime story. At the end of telling her the story, you approached her and kissed her goodnight.
âGood night my sunshine! I love you so muchâ you said as you gave her a kiss and she smiled.
âChas!â she said towards Charles and he smiled.
âGood night little one! I loved being with you and your mama today.â He said while he gave her a kiss on the forehead and caressed her head.
âMorrow chas?â She asked as she looked at him sleepily.
He smiled and looked at you tenderly, as if he was asking permission or something.
âOnly if your mama agrees, darling.â He said and smiled a little.
You sighed and smiled. âIt's okay sunshine, Charlie can come tomorrow.â
After saying that she smiled again and you two left the room closing the door behind you, you sighed a little and smiled at him.
âThank you for this nice evening Charles,â you whispered. âYou didn't have to came here and...â
You didn't finish speaking when you felt his lips on yours, it was an unexpected but amazing action in a way. Was it something that was going to happen? Yes, but you didn't expect it to be so soon, maybe he also felt the connection between the three of you.
âI'm not lying to you if I tell you that I want this every day, I mean... I want to go out with you to the most childish place of all, I want to have breakfast with you, play dolls with Lily, be your supporter and your rock.â He said in a whisper. âAnd I know it's an unexpected role in your lives, but I would really like this... I don't know if you also want the same thing.â
You nodded, you wanted this too, for the first time you felt seen, you felt like someone was listening to you and little Lily and that's something important for you two, because at the end of it all, he was going to gracefully take on the most unexpected role of all... And who knew that a date with your bestie's friend would go so well.
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Ordinatio {Marcus Acacius x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 15.4k
Warnings: Political intrigue, force/arranged marriage, mentions of infertility, vaginal fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex, breast play, nipple biting, riding, talks of family planning, pull out game, attempted theft, brutal attack, Marcus going feral, mentions of pregnancy, betrayal, gladiatorial violence
Comments: Forced to marry general Marcus Acacius, you are ordered by your emperors to spy on him in order to make sure that he is not indulging in traitorous acts. Quickly falling for the war roughened solider, you must risk the wrath of the Emperors in order to possibly have a future with him.
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Swallowing harshly, you wait for the carriage to stop in front of the palace that towers over the city below on Palatine Hill. The shuffle of the Praetorian guards always makes you nervous, they answer only to the emperor and would kill anyone they deem a threat. Itâs nerve wracking to be summoned so late at night that the torches that normally light the streets were burned out and the silence makes echoes through the darkness. Your cloak covers your hair, hastily fashioned when your household was disturbed merely an hour ago. Just the order that you were to appear before Geta and Caracalla as soon as you dress. The carriage had been waiting outside and your servant was pushed away when she tried to join you. Leaving you alone with the guards to travel just outside the city. Everything looks ominous at night, maybe itâs because your late husband so often spoke of the rot beneath the surface, but you still shiver. Jumping slightly when the door opens and you are helped out and directed to follow the flowing cape of the guard into the large palace.
You are escorted through the halls until you enter a room to the side of the court, the fires burning and casting shadows on the marbled walls. You stand there, two guards on either side of the door, and you are there for several moments until the Emperors both stride in and you bow your head, heart thumping as you await the reason why youâve been brought here in the middle of the night.
You shiver when you see the two most powerful men in all of Rome. Uneasy by their almost manic expressions as Geta practically giggles. âThis will be perfect, Caracalla.â He coos, stepping unreasonably close to you and gripping your chin so he can examine your face. âWhat do you think?â
âShe will be perfect.â Caracalla giggles, eyes manic and they inspect you, dragging up and down your body. âHe will not be able to resist her once she is in his possession.â You frown, not liking where this could be going. âYou are to marry General Marcus Acacius.â Geta declares and claps, you resist the urge to pull your chin from the Emperorâs grip. You open your mouth before you think better of it, allowing the Emperor to continue, âyouâll marry him and report back to us any conversations or exchanges he has with anyone in the Senate or the army.â Geta orders and you cannot withhold your tongue, âmarry the General to spy on him?â You ask and Caracalla giggles, âyes.â Geta sighs, âyour late husband was a good man. Misguided in his views to an extent but we know he wouldâve married a good woman. You are still young, it is sad to see you widowed.â You donât buy their false concern for your being. âAnd the General?â You question softly and Geta continues, âwe fear the General has become tooâŚinfluential in court and in the Senate. We wish to discover if he has plans to establish a coup. We wish to avoid killing our General if we can. Perhaps you couldâŚinfluence him to withhold any plans of attack.â Geta hums and Caracalla smirks, âwith your cunt.â Your chin is finally released and you offer them a stiff smile, âthe General is not a stupid man, he would recognize the ruse.â You say, knowing youâll be killed if you refuse. No one denies the Emperor of Rome.Â
âHe will not if we order the marriage. He still mourns his wife and child. Perhaps giving him something outside of war will mellow him from any unwantedâŚadvances to the palace.â Caracalla raises his eyebrows, âdo you not think you are up to the task?â He dares you and you swallow, âI- I will not disappoint you.â You promise, praying the idea fades with the sunrise and you can continue living in your villa without need for a husband. âExcellent. We shall inform the General of your wish to marry once the sun has risen. You may go.â Geta dismisses you with a wave of his hand. âYes, Emperor.â You bow your head and back towards the door until they say your name, âfail us and you will be fed to the lions.â Geta warns and Caracallaâs shrieks of delight echo off the marbled walls. You nod, bowing your head again and you rush out the room once the guards open the doors. You have to make a plan to survive, to escape from under the thumb of the Emperor.
Marcus sighs as he adjusts the cuff around his wrist. Itâs elaborate and unnecessary. Just like the laurel wreath he wears in his hair. The trappings of Rome had once held appeal when he was younger, brasher. When his wife was here to greet him with a lusty kiss and promises of pleasures far beyond what he had imagined while laying in his cold tent outside the battlefields. Those dreams had long since been buried with her and the child she had suffered to bring into the world only to be lifeless when he slipped from her womb. Leaving him alone to focus on war and follow orders. Orders that he is increasingly uneasy with, the regrets of battle following him and the weariness of the continuous fight weighing on him. Roman conquests need to be countered with prudence, allowing the people to flourish in other parts of the realm instead of just the grandiose of the capital. He taps his hand on his knee as he waits, looking out over the olive trees in the gardens below and he wonders what war the emperors have decided to wage now, the senate unwilling or unable to keep them in check.Â
âAh General Acacius, thank you for joining us.â Geta crows as he swaggers into the room, Caracallaâs eyes manic and a grin on his face as he approaches Marcus. âEmperors.â He bows his head after he stands up, the laurel flashing in the sunlight coming through the linens covering the balcony. âSo glad you could come on such short notice. We have some wonderful news to share.â Caracalla smirks and Geta continues by saying your name. âShe is the widow of Senator Gracchus?â Marcus tilts his head, recognizing your name and he knows you from events thrown in the palace. âYes. She is young, widowed at such a young age with no father to oversee her. She must marry again. And she will marry you.â Geta declares like itâs an honor.
Marcus pauses, his jaw tightening slightly and he clasps his hands together in front of his robes. âThat isâŚ..a great honor.â He says stiffly, immediately opposed to the idea, but he has to tread carefully with the emperors. They are impetuous at the best of times and have never learned how to accept rejection. Why would they have to when the world bows to their whims? âI fear that I would be unable to provide for a wife of such a status.â He adds, making it actually sound as if he has regret. âI spend so much time away from Rome, fighting for my emperors.â He sighs. âI fear that the young widow would not be happy with a husband such as I. Perhaps one closer to the senate might be more suitable?âÂ
âShe does not wish to have another senator husband. She wants protector. Someone who can provide for her in ways other than coin. She expressly wishes for a gladiator and you are our most prized fighter. You are worthy of a high bred woman like her. Consider this a reward for your loyalty to Rome.â Geta insists, not letting Marcus push off the marriage. You must marry him. âA union like this will bring our fighters good spirit so they win our battles. Knowing they too could possess such a woman would motivate them to fight harder. The people want to see their General happy and we-â Geta gestures between him and Caracalla, âwish to award our greatest fighter with a grand prize. She is self sufficient, running her late husbandâs household which we will assign to his brother as he had no direct heir. She will ensure your home is cared for and warm your cock at night.â
There is no way that he can reject the woman without offending the emperors. It seems as if he has no choice right now but to accept this. âYou honor me.â He bows slowly, seething inside. He doesnât know you, he doesnât want to know you. He has no need for a wife and can have all the companionship he desires if he just wants his cock warmed.
A horse neighs as a soldier brings news from the palace and you scramble when your servant brings you the scroll. You quickly unroll it, praying to the gods that you have been released from your duty and your shoulders drop when you read that you are to marry Acacius in two days time. Your villa will be transferred to the hands of your brother in law, Albus, as you are to move into the Generalâs villa. You fall into your chair as you reread the scroll. Itâs over. You must marry and you are to be under the control of the Emperors. You could run, try to escape into the countryside but you know they would find you. No one escapes Rome. No matter how far you go, you will be found. You swallow harshly, tears stinging in your eyes, and you look up when Antonia enters, âis everything okay, matronae?â She asks and you nod, sniffing to control your emotions. âI wish for you to pack my things, I am to be wed to General Marcus Acacius. I will need to relocate to his residence after we are wed in two days' time.â You declare and her eyes widen, knowing of no existing relationship between you and the General. âYe-yes, matronae.â She nods and rushes off, leaving you to wallow in your unfortunate luck.
âI will not do it!â The crockery shatters against the marble walls of the villa. The servant who had just brought the meal scurrying out of the room in order to avoid Marcusâs wrath. His chest heaves as he looks at the ruined meal, food scattered and his situation still just as hopeless as it had been moments before. âFuck.â He hisses, dropping back onto the chair and reaching for the cup of wine that he hopes will drown his sorrow. He will be married in two daysâ time. Another wife to bear his name and his children. He scoffs to himself and puts the wine to his lips. You had not born Gracchus any children so perhaps you are barren. It would be the gods favoring him if you were. He has no desire to have children, to leave a legacy behind. The pride he had for Rome had slowly eroded away over the years and campaigns, leaving him with a hollowness he can never tell anyone about. âFuck.â He slams the cup down and rubs his hand over his face. The villa will be ready when you arrive, the servants already informed, he just needs to accept it himself.
You bid goodbye to the servants that youâve overseen since you arrived at your late husbandâs villa. They look sad to see you go and you take that as a compliment. You sigh and only Antonia follows you as you are helped into the quadriga as you depart for the palace. Your hair styled by your servant and the red veil placed over your head as you ride to your fate. The General will be waiting for his bride and you pray you donât disappoint him. Youâve seen glimpses of him but youâve never been able to properly look upon the man. âAll will be well.â Antonia promises as she reaches for your hand to squeeze it. âI hope so.â You whisper, knowing this will be a life or death situation for you. When you arrive at the palace, you are helped out of the carriage and escorted up the stairs to the doors to the grand hall. You glance around, âam I not allowed to see my intended before we wed?â You ask the guard who doesnât say a word. You swallow harshly and Antonia rubs your arm before she checks your long tunic, ensuring you are a beautiful bride. âThank you, Antonia.â You murmur and she offers you a sweet smile, âI will be with you with every step, matronae.â She promises and you squeeze her hand and take a deep breath just as the doors open to reveal a grand hall full of the members of the court and Senate. The Emperors standing on the balcony with what seems like the entire Roman Empire watching below as General Marcus Acacius stands there dressed in white with a golden laurel atop his head.
Of course Geta and Caracalla have turned this into an ostentatious event. He would have preferred something intimate, or nothing at all. However, the emperors had other plans and invited the entire senate to witness the marriage. Marcus doesnât flinch, standing tall and watching as you walk towards him. The red veil covers your face and he can make out your features as you move closer. You are a beautiful woman, but heâs never paid much attention to another manâs wife. Now you will become his wife.
You inhale deeply as you take a step up to the balcony and the General holds his hand out to help you. You thank him softly and the Emperors grin. Marriage is usually informal, decided upon between families and within the home but the Emperors planned for a spectacle. âWe welcome you here to witness the marriage of a great Roman General, Marcus Acacius. He is to wed the widow of Senator Gracchus.â Geta announces and Marcus releases your hand. The marriage scroll is laid out on the table and you have no dowry. Lacking a father along with your late husband accepting your dowry, you have nothing to give but yourself. A fact that the general doesnât seem to care about. The crowd cheers and the court claps, making you feel more like youâre about to become Empress than the generalâs wife. âLet us witness their union. A gift from Rome to her greatest warrior.â Geta declares and the crowd cheer, making your hands shake slightly. âNow, join hands.â He orders and you nod, joining your shaky hands with Acacius who frowns as he grips your hands in his large ones.
Marcus doesnât like the idea of you being a gift. Not caring for the implication you are being forced, even if both of you are. The whims of the emperors must be met. Your hand is small in his, soft. You are a woman of nobility, you are not used to rough men. That is what he is, despite the finery of his costume. He remembers a different wedding, a lifetime ago in the small parlor of his late wifeâs house. He had been so excited then, and now he is hesitating to say the words that are expected. âUbi tu Gaius, ego Gaia.â He murmurs, his voice low and clear.
You swallow harshly, your throat dry as the Emperors look to you expectedly. You look at
Acacius and lick your lips. Caracalla shifts, his eyes narrowing slightly and you manage to choke out âubi tu Gaius, ego Gaia,â to seal yourself in marriage to the general. The Emperors grin and you know thereâs no escaping this fate. Your union must be sealed with a kiss so you let go of Marcusâs hands and wait for him to lift your veil.
Marcus stares at you. Almost surprised to find that you are so young. He feels much older compared to your youthful beauty and he leans in, pressing his lips to yours in a brief kiss while everyone around erupts into cheers. The marriage contract will still need to be signed, but the two of you are married in the eyes of Rome.
The cheers roar in your ears but you blank it out, focused on the rough looking man in front of you who is now your husband. The Emperor snaps his fingers and his servant carries over the papyrus that will be the marriage contract between you and General Acacius. âPlease sign to join in matrimony with your intended.â Greta orders you and you swallow, picking up the pen to sign your name on the marriage contract. Your hand shakes and you hesitate, not wanting to marry the man beside you but you have no choice. Caracalla stares at you, a menacing look on his face that has you scribbling your name in fear of the consequences of not marrying the General. You look up to see the grin of glee on the Emperorâs face and you stand up, handing the pen to Marcus.
Sighing softly, Marcus leans over and scribbles his name beside yours. Making the marriage contract legal and binding. You are now his wife in truth. âExcellent!â Geta claps his hands together. âNow we will slaughter a dozen pigs, sacrificing them to the gods for a blessed union!â Itâs excessive and disgustingly wasteful, making Marcus curl his lip slightly. The animals would not feed anyone, and people in Rome were buckling under the expense of war.
You want to suggest a cake for Jupiter but you will not argue with the Emperors. You swallow harshly and the Emperors clap, approaching the balcony edge to declare the union. The crowd cheers, âfeliciter!â and the Emperors spin around to both cheer, âlet us feast.â You look at Marcus whose jaw is clenched and you bite your inner cheek, imagining he is not pleased with you, you are not young enough, pure enough. You have no dowry to provide. Perhaps youâre not pretty enough for him. Lacking in all aspects. You donât have time to dwell on it when Antonia comes for you to prepare you for the feast. You look at Marcus as you are taken away and he nods, his laurel shining like heâs Mars himself standing there.
He has a wife. A woman that he knows nothing about is now under his care and carrying his name. He receives the congratulations of the Senate, aware that they are all just as confused as he is by the speed and celebration of the events. Especially when neither he nor you look particularly happy. Marcus had noticed how nervous you had seemed and had wondered if it was because of the emperorâs attentions or if you did not care to be under a manâs thumb again. He is aware of the way the two most powerful men are carefully watching him as he shakes hands with the senators, keeping his conversations brief because he knows Geta and Caracalla would rather be feasting than talking. They love to drink and carouse, and he hopes that the wedding feast they have prepared will not turn into the orgies they are becoming known for.
Antonia removes your veil and restyles your hair for the reception. She reaches into the pocket for the bottle of perfume oil, rubbing it into your skin to refresh you and you exhale shakily, realizing you are married once again. âI hope he is not cruel.â You confess to Antonia who shakes her head, âI spoke with one of his house servants, he is strict but does not hit them. I pray to the gods he treats his wife the same.â She whispers, knowing that most nobles would smack her for speaking as she does but you request her candid nature. âVery well, letâs return and feast. I am anxious for wine to calm my nerves.â You confess and Antonia nods, escorting you to the hall where the feast is being laid out for the guests.
Marcus has not yet sat down. Always finding it rude when a man would put his own comfort before that of his wife. While training with him, he had heard stories of Maximusâs devotion to the woman he had loved, the care in which he had treated her when she was alive before Commodus had her brutally murdered. He had treated his first wife the same way and had been rewarded with the loyalty and love that he had cherished when he was away. Eyes turn towards you when you arrive and Marcus is once again struck by your beauty, your slight apprehension as you look around for him and the surprise that he is not already feasting.
Antonia escorts you to the table where your husband sits alongside the Emperors who are gulping down wine like itâs going to evaporate at any moment. Antonia bows her head and rushes off to the servants area, watching you while Marcus pulls your chair out and gestures for you to sit. âThank you.â You murmur, taking your seat and he sits down beside you, his posture stiff as you look at the food on display. âMy Emperors have been most generous in their hosting of our union.â You declare to Marcus so Geta and Caracalla hear you, wanting to ensure they are in good spirits so you can leave the feast earlier than expected.
âYes.â Marcus finds it to be a lavish expense that is completely unnecessary, but so many of the Emperorâs decisions cost the people of Rome. âThe excess is very abundant.â He picks up the cup of wine that is at his plate and offers it up in a toast. âTo Rome and her glory.â He offers. âAnd our Emperors that make it so.â
âTo Rome and her glory.â You toast and Caracalla giggles, holding up his golden goblet. âAnd your Emperors.â He adds with raised eyebrows. âAnd her Emperors.â You declare with a stiff smile. You know you are playing a dangerous game with the manic leaders. Any moment they could change their mind and have you killed. You doubt youâll be able to report anything on the general. He seems reserved and only speaks when he feels he has something of substance to add. He doesnât speak at all while you enjoy the meats, cheeses, and fruits on display in front of you. You gesture for another cup of wine when Caracalla tuts, âyou really shouldnât drink so much. Itâs unbecoming of the bride to be drunk when she takes her husbandâs cock for the first time.â
Marcusâs brow arches up, wondering why the emperor is so invested in this marriage being consummated. Your fingers pull back from the cup as if you are being rebuked and the servant pulls the carafe of wine away, but Marcus turns around to take it himself, refilling your cup. âThere is no celebration without wine.â He reminds them, refilling his own cup as well. âShe has been a wife before, she knows what is expected of her.â The truth is, he has no intention of bedding you tonight, he doesnât know you and he feels as if you donât want him. This is a marriage that was forced on both of you by the whims of madmen.
Your eyebrows raise slightly at the defiance shown by Marcus. Something that wouldâve gotten him killed if he were of a lower rank. Geta stares as Marcus takes a sip of wine and you follow your husband, taking a gulp as the Emperor tilts his head. Itâs Caracalla that breaks the tension by throwing his head back and laughing, âthis is true. She is no virgin. She has been trained and therefore should satisfy our great general before he has to venture off to claim more land for Rome and her people.â The Emperor grins and raises his goblet towards you. You offer him a stiff smile and glance around the room at the court and senate feasting while the people of Rome suffer for their gluttony. The feast continues with Geta and Caracalla standing up to mingle around the room, wanting to boast about their perfect match. âShall we return to your villa? I am certain you wish to bed me and get some rest after such an arduous day.â You ask your husband softly.
He nods, figuring that he could speak with you in private without guards or servants around. It is rare to be able to speak freely. âYour possessions arrived earlier today and my servants unpacked them, but I am sure you wish to have things set up to your liking.â He murmurs as he stands up and reaches for your hand. âDo you have many servants coming with you?â
âJust one. Antonia. The others were my late - were Gracchus. They belong to his brother now.â You reveal and he nods as you take his hand. Itâs calloused and engulfs yours, making you apprehensive that such a strong man could easily break you. You approach the Emperors and bow your head as your husband announces your departure.
Geta chuckles and nods. âEager to fill her.â He claps Marcusâs shoulder and motions for the two of you to leave. âI do not blame you for wanting to feel the clutch of her cunt around your cock. The spoils of your latest conquest.â His shrill laughter grates on the generalâs ears and he doesnât do more than simply nod. âWe have much to do.â He agrees.
Marcus escorts you through the bustling hall, Antonia and his own men on your trail as he takes you to the carriage that is waiting to bring you to his villa. Marcus helps you up into the carriage and you settle in to watch the city pass by on your silent journey to his villa. âI know that neither of us wanted to be wed but we must do what is required of us so we do not endure the wrath of the emperors. I wish for you to bed me tonight. To consummate the marriage as I do not trust that the Emperors do not have eyes watching our moves. If we fail to indulge them in our union, we will suffer.â You whisper, keeping your face turned away from your husband.
Marcus snorts softly and sighs. âI do not rape on a battlefield and I would not do so in my own bed.â He tells you. âWe can send the servants away and say that we have fulfilled our marriage duties.â He knows you are uneasy so he doesnât touch you. âI will not take a woman by force or coercion.â
You turn to look at him, his face flickered with each lamppost you pass, and you are surprised. Most men would have accepted your offer to have a warm cunt to spill inside without any care to how you feel or what you wish. âThank you.â You whisper, knowing in that moment that the stories of the brutal warrior that fights for Rome has not returned to her streets. The man beside you is slow in his movements and you realize that heâs trying not to spook you. âI am no stranger to married life and I have heard that you were married too. I am sorry for the loss of your wife and child. I cannot - I cannot imagine-â You reach for his hand, âI lost my husband but I did not love him. My father arranged the marriage to guarantee his connections to the senate and we never were blessed with children. He was older, I was his third wife after his previous wives died from disease and a snake bite. He was unlucky and I do miss his companionship but I never loved him.â You confess, wanting your husband to know your history.
âThen you have my deepest sympathies that your second marriage is also not of your choosing.â Marcus looks down at your smaller hand in his and there is a moment where his heart jolts. You are soft and sweet and deserve much more than him. âMy uxor- we loved each other very much. She was everything to me.â He admits. âI had thought to never marry again after burying her and our son.â
You squeeze his hand, âIâm sorry that youâve been pushed into this but I want you to know that I would never try to take her place. This is an arrangement forced upon us. Your wife will be your true love. I am here to help with your household and provide you with a confidant if that is what you wish for.â
âYou are a beautiful and youthful woman.â He murmurs honestly. âYou wonât want to find pleasure?â He asks, wanting there to be honestly between both of you if this union is to be successful in the eyes of the Emperors. âWhat do you want out of this arrangement?â
âI want freedom. I have been running the household for a year and I wish to have my freedom, to not be under the control of my husbandâs whims. I will provide for you a stable household and in return, I want to spend my time indulging in painting and needlework. My hobbies.â You confess, âand for pleasureâŚI have never known such a thing other than from my own hand.â You admit, âyou cannot yearn for what you have not experienced.â
Marcus is stunned that you have never known pleasure. He would be lying if he did not immediately think to offer to show you pleasure. He could give it to you, he knows that. Even the whores that he sometimes uses that follows the army find pleasure with him. âI am gone from the city much of the time.â He reminds you. âThe household is more yours than mine. The servants will do what you tell them to. Your time is yours to decide how to spend it.â
You nod, letting go of his hand, âthank you. Then we are in agreement. Our union will be one of convenience and to satisfy the whims of the Emperors. I will not sully your name by seeking pleasure from others.â You promise, âand I understand if you find your pleasure while you are away.â Youâre a pragmatic woman, you know men need to find their pleasure.
âThat will not happen.â Marcus admits. âIt would be dishonorable to take another woman to my bed while you are my uxor.â He has a code that he follows. Even if he did not want to be married, he will not tarnish his reputation by seeking pleasure somewhere else. âI have a hand.â
You frown, knowing that most men would take your invitation and find the first whore to bury himself in. "Very well. We shall live our lives...together but separated." You declare just as you arrive at Villa Acacius. Marcus opens the door and holds out his hand, helping you out and you look up at your new home. It's not as grand as the Senator's home but it is beautiful. You enter the courtyard and smile at the servants awaiting your arrival.
Marcus normally allows the servants to run his household, not carrying much about the schedule of things as long as the place is clean. Now you might change things so he leads you over to them. âThis is your new matronae, my uxor.â He introduces you. âShe will oversee your work and any changes she wishes to make are to be treated as if they came from me.â He orders.
The servants nod, greeting you and some are more enthusiastic than others. âItâs a pleasure to meet you all. I want to observe during my first days here and then I will discuss what Iâd like to change with input from you all on what you consider to be best.â You declare and some are shocked that you are considering their opinions. âMy job begins tomorrow. For now, Iâd like to retire to our rooms.â You declare and Antonia steps from behind you, âthis is Antonia, my handmaid. She will be continuing her duties by my side.â You announce and the staff nod.
Marcus is pleased with the way that the introductions went and he turns around to stride off towards his room. He knows that you will have to sleep there, with him, but he needs a moment to change out of the cumbersome robes he had worn to get married in. Preferring a plainer, softer tunic when he is home.
You watch him go and Antonia is speaking with the women who give her a briefing on your new home. Antonia nods and turns back towards you, âlet us get you ready for bed, matronae.â She says and you follow her to the room near where Marcus is changing. The room along from there is the bedchamber and you close your eyes as Antonia takes your hair out of its style to allow you to relax and youâre soon wearing a thin tunic, ready for bed. âI hope he treats you well, matronae.â She murmurs and squeezes your hand before she leaves you. You inhale shakily and enter the room you will be sharing with the general to find him standing there, shoulders broad in the thin tunic and he is looking to the streets below. âAll is well?â You ask, letting him know of your presence.
Marcus turns and is struck by your beauty as he sees you in the simple tunics and your hair down. The jewelry is gone and you look like you are much younger than your years. It makes him feel older all of a sudden and he wonders again why the emperors would give you to him. âAs well as can be expected.â He answers, watching as you look towards the bed warily as if you expect him to break his promise from earlier and throw you down on it. âI will sleep on the floor.â He assures you, making you drown. âThat is not- itâs your bed.â You protest and Marcus snorts. âI have spent many nights sleeping on a rocky ground without a blanket.â He reminds you. âA floor with cushions will be a luxury.â He shrugs. âI wish to put you at ease.â He admits. âI will not take what is not offered, and you have no reason to offer if you find no pleasure in fucking.â
You stare at him and sigh, âI do not wish to cast my husband from his bed. We are well aware of the sexual act and what it takes to copulate. We can be adults and share a bed so you do not wake with an aching back.â You announce as you walk over to the bed. âI am weary. Itâs been a long day. Get in bed and sleep, Marcus.â You order, not wanting to argue about this.
He stares at you for a moment and there is a hint of amusement that softens his features. âIf you were a man, you would make a good general.â He hums, moving to the bed and throwing back the soft, clean sheets. âCome rest.â He urges once he has sat down.
You nod and sit on the bed, swinging your legs in and you pull the sheets up after Marcus slides under them. âI know I wasnât what you wanted but I want to make this work.â You murmur and he hums, âwe will.â He promises and you sigh, closing your eyes after he blows out the candle. You will need to report to the Emperors with something about him at some point and you already feel like youâre betraying him. âGoodnight.â You whisper and close your eyes as you fall asleep within moments, unable to worry about being in a strange place when you are exhausted.
Marcus lays in the darkness, listening to your breathing as it starts to slow down. The soft rustle of the sheets when you move. Looking over at you as the moon casts a pale glow through the sheer curtains covering the balcony. Itâs a curse that you are so beautiful right now, since it has been some time since he has had a woman in his bed. His cock twitches as he imagines touching you, but he doesnât reach out. Turning away and looking at the stand where his sword is displayed, sighing softly as he wonders how long it will be before the emperors send him off to war again.
You may have fallen asleep right away but you wake in the middle of the night. The moon is high in the sky and it takes you a moment to remember where you are. You inhale sharply when you remember youâre in Marcusâs villa. In your new home. You exhale and lean back onto the bed, looking over at the muscular back of your new husband. Heâs handsome, no denying that fact, and heâs strong. Capable. Smart. All qualities to want in a man. You wonder what his desires are. He hasnât been married for 20 years and you wonder who he fucks. He canât be celibate. Heâs a general. Youâre not stupid enough to think he hasnât slept with whores. You wonder if he pleasured them or simply took what he wanted. You can see his golden skin illuminated by the moon, moles and scars mapping his life before you and you canât help but reach out to gently trace a path, your touch feather light. He grunts and you withdraw your hand, eyes wide at the idea of being caught. You sigh when he settles back down and you lean back on your side. Staring up at the ceiling, you imagine him giving you pleasure. Youâve read about it plenty of times but your late husband always fucked you to fill you. There was never a day in bed pleasuring each other. He had business to attend to in the senate and he didnât have time for silly things like making his wife cum.
Marcus had woken up the second you touched him. Feigning sleep as he waited for you to slip from the bed. Only to feel you roll away from him and sigh. He wonders if you are regretting this, if you are doubtful of your future even though you had seemed to trust him enough to fall asleep. You grunt quietly and sigh, like you are thinking about something that is uncomfortable. âWhat keeps you awake, uxor?â He asks quietly in the dark.
His deep, sleep laden voice makes you squeak and you turn to look at him, his back still facing you. You bite your lip, wondering if you should lie or tell him the truth. You are no longer a young innocent bride. You were a widow, matured by loss. "I was wondering if you pleasured the lovers you've had during your time of being a widow." You declare, cheeks burning but you speak without wavering.
Marcus grunts slightly, the sheets rustling as he turns over to look at you. His dark eyes searching your face for some clue of what you are thinking. âUnless they cry out to gods falsely, I would say yes.â Marcus tells you, not bragging, but speaking honestly. âI do not like false attempts to flatter me and I prefer that a woman leave my bed with a smile on her face.â
You appreciate his candid response and you decide to be bold. You sit up, shifting to look down at him and you drop the sheets from your body. "I have never cried to the gods. My last husband would penetrate me without caring if I was wet enough before he would push into me. He would spill inside me and then go about his day, leaving me with my legs up in hopes of conceiving his child. He never - he never gave me pleasure or made sure I was enjoying myself." Marcus makes a noise of disappointment but you don't let him comment when you quickly add, "I want you to fuck me. Like you would a camp whore. I want you to make me cry your name so every god will hear me on Capitolium."
Pushing up to his elbow, Marcus stares at you seriously. âThe camp whores are used toâŚrougher sex.â He warns you. âAfter war, after the killing- the urges to fuck are rough. There isnât the pretty lovemaking that is slow and sweet.â His cock hardened even now thinking of it. âItâs hard and deep. Enough to steal your breath and make your tits shake from the force of my thrusts.â He arches a brow. âAre you sure that is what you want? I am sure your senator husband didnât fuck you like I would.â
His words combined with his deep voice makes your cunt clench and dampen, and you lean closer to him, "my husband didn't make me see stars. He didn't make me cry. I want you to fuck me like you do those whores. Make me scream for all of Rome to hear. I can handle it. I can take it."
This time, the kiss Marcus gives you isnât chaste. Itâs not a quick pressing of his lips to yours to appease the Emperors. This is wet, carnal. Lunging forward and capturing your lips with his and sliding his tongue into your mouth as he rolls you onto your back. Completely and instantaneously taking over as his fingers reach for the hem of your tunic.
You gasp into his mouth, tongue meeting his and you whine when he breaks the kiss to drag your tunic up your body, tossing it down on the marbled floor. You shiver as the cool night air hits your skin and he shifts to kneel, his dark eyes looking down at you. You look up at him and reach for the hem of his tunic, already tenting with his arousal. "I want to see my husband."
He has no problem being naked, revealing himself for you. He pulls his tunic up and his cock catches, starting to bob as he pulls it up over his head and tosses it aside. âSpread your legs for me, bella.â He growls, his voice raspy and full of command. âLet me see my wifeâs cunt.â
You are already wet just from the strength he displays and you whimper, spreading your legs for him and your slick is shiny in the moonlight as you put yourself on show for your new general husband.
Marcus groans, his large hands squeezing your thighs and then moving down to your hips, holding them as his thumbs spread apart the lips of your sex and his cock twitches. Sliding his fingers through your folds until he is circling your entrance with two fingers until they are wet with your desire and he pushes them inside your slick walls. âPerfect.â
You moan when his thick digits push into you, stretching you out. Your hands itch to touch him so you reach down to wrap your fingers around his cock. âNot yet.â He growls, batting your hand away and you whine, both in frustration and pleasure as he starts to move his fingers. Slowly pumping them until heâs twisting his wrist so he can press his thumb against your clit. âGods.â You gasp, your fingers gripping the sheets.
Leaning down, he bites at your nipple before running the flat of his tongue against it when you gasp. It makes him smile, the shocked sound you give. âYou should see men suckling the tits of whores as they bounce on their cocks.â He groans against your skin. âThey all love it, the men, the whores.â He continues to pump his fingers deeper into your cunt and loves how your walls start clenching down around them.
His words are scandalous but you gush at the thought of watching a scene like that. Something so sordid. âMarcus. I- do it again.â You beg and he obliges, leaning down to suck on your nipple before biting down. âOh gods.â You whimper, your hips tilting as he works you higher and you feel that familiar feeling in your stomach. Something youâve only ever done for yourself.
âThatâs it.â He encourages you, his cock throbbing as he presses his thumb against your clit and pumps his fingers deep, curling them up inside you like one of the whores of his youth had shown him. He had been grateful to her ever since when he had been able to consistently please the women he was fucking, including his wife when he had married. âWhy donât you cry out for me, uxor?â
Marcusâs words send you over the edge. His claim of you both verbally and physically has you clamping down on his thick digits. âOh fuck.â You curse, soaking his fingers when you cum harder than you ever have in your life.
He isnât the type of man to just stop as soon as you start to cum. Continuing to work his fingers into you as he watches you come apart. Groaning quietly as your slick coats his fingers and slides down his wrists. You are wet enough now.
He takes your breath as he works you through it. âMarcus. Please.â You beg, wanting to feel him inside you, âI need you inside me.â You reach out to wrap your fingers around his cock, pumping him like Gracchus taught you.
Marcus hisses, batting your hand away and for a moment you freeze, afraid you had done something wrong. âIt had been too long.â He growls, grabbing your hips and flipping you over to your stomach to pull your ass up in the air. âI need to be inside you before I spill.â
The position is new and you gasp in surprise, looking over your shoulder at your new husband who has his cock in his hand, pumping himself as he smacks your ass with his free palm. âFuck me.â You demand, arching your back to display yourself for him.
âYou would make such a good camp whore.â Marcus growls, shuffling forward to line up. Itâs not exactly a compliment to most high born women, but he doesnât think you will take offense. His hand is on your hip as he presses the head of his cock at your wet entrance to push inside you in one, hard thrust.
He stretches you like youâve never known but it doesnât hurt. You moan in pleasure as he twitches inside your pussy, making you whimper his name. âMarcus.â You pant, âmove.â You demand and he chuckles, âso desperate.â He pulls his hips back, leaving only the tip of him remaining before he pushes deep into you in one quick thrust. âFuck!â You yelp, loving how he feels.
He chuckles and grips your hips harshly in his hand as he rocks into you. Watching as your body arches back as he pulls his hips back, withdrawing again. He had told you he wouldnât be gentle with you and he is keeping his word. âNow you will cry my name.â He vows, pushing forward again to fill you up and rock your body into the bed beneath you.
He takes your breath away, feeling like heâs in your stomach and you cry out on every rock of his hips, falling forward onto your cheek as you grip the sheets that are crumbled beneath you. âFuck, Marcus.â You cry, feeling your body jiggle with each thrust.
He had almost vowed that he would not touch you but he could not resist your request. Your body is so willing, so yielding to him, making him groan as he plows into you over and over again. Listening to your moans as he fucks you.
His hands squeeze your flesh and you are lost in the sensations. No one has made you feel like this before. âGods, youâre - youâre so thick. Stretching me out, husband.â You whine, rocking back onto him.
He growls in pleasure, snapping his hips forward again and again. He wonât last long, he knows that. Itâs been too goddamn long since he has fucked anyone. Leaning over your back, he slides a hand between your thighs and starts to rub the little pleasure button above your grasping entrance. âYou are such a needy whore.â He coos in your ear.
His words make you squeal when combined with his fingers on your clit and it doesnât take long for you to fall apart. You cry out his name loud enough that the servants will hear and your thighs shake as you clamp down on his cock.
âShit, shit.â Marcus hisses in pleasure at how you soak his cock, rocking his hips through your pulsing orgasm. His body starting to tighten as he works himself closer. Pulling his hand away from your clit and grabbing your hips. Slamming his own against your ass for another few thrusts before he is ripping free of your cunt and taking his cock in his hand. Pumping furiously as he starts painting your ass with hot ropes of his seed.
You huff in disappointment when he spills hot cum on your ass. You wanted him to fill you up, to experience it. Not to become with child but to feel him. You look over your shoulder as he relaxes from his orgasm and heâs so beautiful. Jaw clenched, nostrils flaring, he looks like a god.
Marcus squeezes your hip with the hand that is still holding you and sighs. âFuck.â He pants, feeling completely blissed out. Slapping your ass once before he is shuffling off the bed to reach for his tunic to clean your ass off. âDid you enjoy yourself?â
You rest your cheek against the sheets as you let your body lay flat while he cleans you up. âI did. Why didnât you- did you not wish to spill your seed inside me?â You ask curiously, looking over at him as he walks naked across the room, the moonlight highlighting his form.
Marcus picks up the pitcher of wine and pours a cup. Turning to you with a slight tilt of his head as he starts to pad across the floor back to the bed. âWe have not talked about children.â He reminds you. âI did not want to fill you if you did not want to risk carrying my child.â He never spilled inside the women he fucked, always pulling out. When he started to cum, he had just acted on instinct. He takes a sip of the wine and offers you the cup.
You take the cup from his hand, thanking him soft and you watch him as he sits down beside you. Heâs so broad. You imagine him protecting you, defending you. You shift closer to rest your head on his shoulder, feeling closer now youâve consummated your marriage. âI do not mind children. I am not sure I can have them. GracchusâŚhe spilled inside me every time and it never took. Would I disappoint you if I do not provide you with a child?â You ask softly, pulling away from him so you can look at him.
âI âŚ..never imagined having another child.â Marcus tells you honestly. He looks over at the sword on the display and then back to you. âIf you never give me a child, I would not think it was because of you, but because the gods did not wish it so.â He rationalizes. âOne day, I will leave and never return home, fallen in battle.â He accepted his fate a long time ago, made peace with it. âIf you have no wish to risk carrying, I will spill my seed on the sheets.â
You barely know the man but to know he could die in battle makes your heart clench. âIâd like you to spill inside me if you wish to have me again. I enjoyed the pleasure. I want to feel you and if it takes, then we will be blessed and you can fight knowing your legacy will live on.â
Marcus chuckles. âYou are a beautiful woman, one the gods would be envious of.â He tells you. âI am just a man. I would have you every night and at least once during the day if you were willing.â
You fluster, biting your lower lip as he compliments you. Your late husband never did so. âI will not complain if that is what my husband wishes of me.â You declare and he reaches out to grip your chin, âit is not about whether I wish it of you, itâs if you wish to have me.â He says and you look into those dark eyes, âI want you if you want me.â You promise and he slides his hand down to your neck, inhaling deeply. He never expected to fall into bed with the woman that was gifted to him but he finds himself eager to bury himself inside you again and fill you up. âLet us rest, corculum.â You say as you stand up to set your wine cup down on the table and you make your way back to the bed, sliding under the covers still nude.
Marcus hums in agreement and slides back into bed beside you. Pulling his arm back to allow you to curl against him if you wish. âI donât mind.â He tells you when you hesitate. âWe will rest and know that no one can claim we have not consummated our vow.â
You curl into his side, listening to his breathing even out and you focus on his heartbeat. Youâre here to spy on him, to ensure heâs not hurting the empire with a coup but you arenât sure if you can betray him like that. Heâs already gotten under your skin. Eventually, you close your eyes and decide to see how things go. Perhaps itâs only rumors and there will be no evidence of Marcus Acaciusâs unrest with Rome and her emperors.
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Marcus groans, toes curling as he thrusts up into you. Watching as your breasts shake, mouth dropping open in a low moan of his name. Itâs been nearly a month and he is still in Rome. The Emperors claim they want their general well rested for the next campaign and to give him time to spend with his new bride. He has enjoyed that. Since that first night, you have become insatiable and Marcus has fucked you in every position, on every surface of the villa. Spending more time with you than anyone else although you do disappear with your servant at times, claiming you prefer the peace of the womenâs baths in the city center. He doesnât begrudge you that, although he misses the time when you arenât with him. He slaps your thigh, smirking when you clench down around him. Riding his cock is probably your favorite way to have sex and he doesnât mind, your beauty entrancing him as you gallop towards the Elysian Fields of pleasure. âCum for me, amica.â He moves to rub your clit like you enjoy, having learned your body well over the past weeks and his other hand drags your body down so he can suckle at your tits.
âMarcus.â You gasp, tangling your fingers in his hair as he bites down on your nipple and the change in angle has you falling apart for him. His fingers rubbing your bundle of nerves has you shaking and you have never known such ecstasy. You rock back onto his cock, trying to work yourself through your orgasm and spur his but itâs so much. Your thighs shake as you collapse on top of him, smothering him as you moan his name. He moves fast, rolling you over so youâre beneath him, his jaw clenched as he looms above you, his hand gripping your thigh to push it towards your stomach so he can work himself deeper inside your pulsing cunt. âItâs it, fuck. You are so deep. Keep going. Want you to fill me with your seed.â You order, watching him as he grunts. The last month youâve been indulging in your new husband but as you look up at him, the guilt looms. Your trips to the baths have not been truthful. Youâve been to the palace to inform the emperors about Marcusâs interactions, his meetings while he is in Rome. You hate betraying him, wish you could go to the palace and tell them youâre done, but you know the emperors would have you killed for insolence and treason if you dared to deny them. So far, Marcus has met with a few senators at his home, discussing the mounting cost of the endless war, the endless conquests that have sent the Roman people into poverty. That idea alone is treason to the empire, to question the decisions of the emperors, but they havenât dragged Marcus from his home. They are waiting for something and you donât know what that is. Marcus reaches for your hand, lifting it above your head to bring you back from your thoughts and you moan, squeezing him inside your pussy. âWant you to cum for me, Maritus.â You order, sliding your free hand up his chest.
He groans, his thrusts stutter and he starts to give himself over to your command. Life with you has been so rewarding, so free. He has done nothing more than drink wine and have sex with you. Feeling more relaxed than he ever believed possible. The emperors had truly blessed him when they had forced the marriage and he can only hope that he had treated you well enough that you look on your union favorably. Every day he has spent with you has brought you closer to his once guarded heart and he knows that he would die for you. Having fallen for you sometime between the hours spent in bed and the conversations you have while you indulge in your hobbies. Often you would sit outside under a shaded tree and watch while he trains in the courtyard. Making him proud when you later attack him and beg him to fuck you after he is done and his sparring partners have been dismissed. It makes him think of a simpler life, leaving the army and moving out of the city to work a small farm. Leaving the intrigues of Rome behind.
You slide your hand up to caress his cheek, his grip on your hand tightening as he pulses inside you, painting your walls with his seed. âMarcus.â You whisper, wanting to tell him how you feel. You believed him to be a heartless brute from the stories youâd heard about the general but heâs shown you nothing but kindness. Heâs funny, heâs smart, and he is loyal to Rome. Not her Emperors, but the Empire and you admire that. You know he risks his life trying to associate with the senators to try and quell the Emperorsâ need for more land, more blood. You donât want to betray him any longer. Tomorrow, youâll go to the palace and try to end the task youâve been given. You can no longer betray the man you love. He turns his head to kiss your palm and you offer him a loving smile, wanting to spend the rest of your life like this.
Marcus pulls out of you gently and rolls to his back, pulling you against him. He has learned that you enjoy the closeness after sex. The lazy conversation that can be shared after you are exhausted. Your last husband cared little about your thoughts and he can only wonder how foolish Gracchus was. You are far more insightful than anyone would believe, brains behind your beauty matching most of the officers under him. âYou enjoy your baths, but have you always wanted to live in the city?â He asks, his fingers stroking your spine slowly.
You caress his chest as you throw your leg over his, enjoying the closeness. âNot always. Iâve imagined a little farm in the country. Growing my own fruits and vegetables, maybe even some vines to make wine. Peace and quiet and away from the hustle of the city. When I married Gracchus, I was barely grown, and I imagined having children and watching them run free in the country.â You confess, âwhat about you? Your position in the city is close to the gods. Only the emperors and senate sit above you. Would you ever give up that power?â
He hums, happy that you are sharing with him. âI am weary of it.â He confesses quietly. âI have never wanted power, fame or adulation. I want to live simply. Quietly.â He had hoped to save for a little farm when he was married to his first wife, but he had given up those dreams when she died. Now that yearning was starting to build inside him again. âWould you be happy to live that way with me? Without children?â
You smile, leaning in to kiss his jaw, âIâd follow you anywhere. With or without children.â You vow, âif you wish to leave Rome, I will be by your side.â You promise and he turns his head to kiss you, his tongue sliding into your mouth and you moan at the way he devours you. âInsatiable.â You tease when you feel his hand trailing up your thigh to your cum slicked folds. âFor you, always.â He promises and you giggle as he flips you onto your back, a growl escaping his lips.Â
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You are reading a scroll outside under the olive tree, watching Marcus as he trains, and you turn your head when Antonia comes into the garden with a scroll. âMatronae, your presence is required at the baths.â She says your code and you sigh, shifting to stand after you hand her the scroll. Marcus pauses his training to look over at you, âMaritus, I will be heading to the baths.â You declare and he sets his sword down, striding over to you to cup your cheek, pressing his lips to yours. âBe careful.â He demands and you nod, pecking his lips as you step back and Antonia follows you when you enter the villa to prepare to leave.
Marcus sighs and reaches for the cloth to wipe his sweat away. âWe are finished for today.â He decides, suddenly restless and uneasy about you leaving the villa. Heâs not a man who ignores gut feelings so he decides that he will change and go out. If he happens to be near the baths that you frequent, it will be a coincidence.
You glance around the street as you make your way down the cobbled streets that lead to the baths before youâll detour to the palace. You look over your shoulder, feeling like someone is following you and Antonia will wait at the baths to keep your cover. She doesnât know what youâre doing but she keeps your secrets. You turn your head back to the street and moments later, your coin purse is grabbed from your belt and you are shoved to the ground. You hiss, hands grabbing your belt to stop them from robbing you but the man slaps your face, causing you to cry out. You keep hold on the coins and the man hits you again, grabbing your arms and you know heâs bruised you with his grip. He wrestles you as he grabs your belt and yanks, desperate to get the pouch of coins from your body. You scream for help, trying to slap the man and Antonia jumps on him but he swings her off and she hits the ground with a thud, a dazed look on her face.
The moment Marcus hears the scream, he knows his gut is right. The hood over his head is thrown back when he breaks into a sprint down the street. Citizens and slaves alike turn towards the sound, but Marcus ignores them, turning the corner to see a man on top of you, drawing his hand back to hit you. âArghhhhhhh!â His screaming war cry distracts the man, giving him time to tackle him off of you in a red hazed fury. Enraged that someone would dare attack his wife, Marcus Acacius begins to hit him, over and over again.
You scramble to sit up, your body aching as Marcus hunches over the man, hitting him over and over. The crowd watches in shock and you are frozen as you witness your husbandâs ferocity in person. He hits the man over and over until blood is pooling on the cobbled street and you scramble to stand, swaying as you approach slowly. âMarcus. Marcus. Maritus. Please -â You collapse back to the floor, your body aching as you struggle to stand and Antonia crawls to you as your eyes roll into the back of your head.
Your servant's cry is what breaks through the focused rage. Turning to see you pass out and he immediately abandons his task. Dropping the unconscious man back to the cobblestones to scramble over to you. âUxor.â His bruised and bloodied hands are gentle as he cradles you, scooping you up into his arms. âGet a hippocrates.â He demands, his eyes filled with rage that you have been hurt. âHave them come at once.â He turns and starts to run back up the streets, carrying you back towards the villa.nmm
Marcus carries you through the streets and your head lolls as you regain consciousness in his arms. "Maritus?" You whisper, head throbbing and he stops walking to look at you in his arms. "You're awake." He murmurs, "we must get you home. A hippocrates will be there soon." He promises and you nod, closing your eyes again as he carries you until you're set down on the bench in the entrance of Marcus's villa.
Soon the servants are scrambling, fetching cool water and clothes when he orders them to. The wine is brought and he urges you to open your eyes and drink some, knowing you must be in pain. âWhat happened?â He asks, ignoring his own injuries as he starts to lift your dress to check your body.
You gulp down the wine and look at your husband, "he came from nowhere. He - he wanted my coins. From my belt. He was trying - he hit me. Over and over. Threw Antonia. Where's Antonia? Is she okay?" You demand and your servant steps forward looking worse for wear but okay. "I am fine, matronae." She promises and you sigh in relief. "He slapped me and pushed me down. I wouldn't let him take the coin and he was hitting me until you came and Marcus, oh carissima." You gasp, looking at his bloodied knuckles.
You reach for his head but he shakes his head, âI am fine.â He insists, knowing that he has been through much worse. A few busted knuckles is nothing compared to battle. âWhere do you hurt, uxor?â He asks softly, wanting to make sure that the hippocrates examines you thoroughly.
"My head and my back. That's where he hit me. He was - I was so shocked. I should've fought harder." You shake your head and Marcus cups your cheeks to examine the tender skin from the hits to your face. Luckily the bastard didn't break the skin. "You were brave. Most would've simply given him the coins." He murmurs and you nod, wincing when his thumb presses against your tender flesh.
âI should have killed him.â Marcus growls. âThe guards will hold him, but I will have to go speak to them about your attack.â He wonât leave you until you are being examined, unless you want him to stay. âI should have sent one of my guards with you.â He murmurs guiltily.
Your eyes meet his guilty ones, âdo not think that way. I have never been attacked before and I had Antonia. You did nothing wrong. I will wait for the Hippocrates.â You murmur, knowing he wants to go speak with your attacker.
He is stubborn, staying with you until the man he had summoned is ushered into the villa. âShe was attacked.â He explains. âI want her examined and treated. Nothing is to be overlooked.â He leans down and presses his lips to yours briefly. âI will leave you to his care and return shortly.â
You nod and watch Marcus leave your rooms as the man asks you what happened. "I was attacked. The man hit me over the head several times and pushed me to the ground." You reveal and the hippocrates asks you to remove your tunic so he can inspect your injuries. "Your husband wishes for nothing to be overlooked." He says and you wince as he pushes on your lower back where you fell. He asks you several questions and you pause when he asks when you last bled. You frown, counting until you realize you have missed your bleed. "It could be the stress of the marriage and moving and-" The hippocrates hums, "perhaps but you must be careful in case you are with child. We shall wait and see if you miss your bleed again." You nod, knowing you must take care and you slide your hand down to your stomach as the hippocrate applies a salve to your tender aches. You redress after the hippocates leaves and you are confronted by palace guards. "You are being summoned to the palace." Antonia tells you and you nod, wincing as you take your cloak and let the guards escort you to the palace. Marcus is not there to argue your presence and no one says no to the emperors.
Marcus watches as the guards bring the criminal into the cell, smirking at the swollen features of the man. âYou fucked up.â He tells the poor bastard. âYou assumed to rob a noble woman, not realizing who she was married to.â The man whimpers, both from his injuries and the implication behind the words. âWho does she belong to?â He scoffs, trying to appear like it makes no difference to him. The guard holding his shackles chuckles. âYou beat Marcus Acaciusâs wife.â He tells him.
You arrive at the palace, guided to the room to wait for the emperors and you bow your head when they stride inside. âAh, we heard news that you were attacked and your husband protected you. That is why you did not arrive. We trust you are well.â Geta says and you nod, âtender and bruised but not gravely.â You declare and they smile, nodding, âwe are glad to hear that but we want to hear news of your husband. We hear that he met with Senator Brutus.â Caracalla tilts his head and you raise your chin, âI will no longer speak of my husbandâs meetings.â You declare and Geta raises his eyebrows. âExcuse me?â You clench your sore jaw, âI will not speak of my husbandâs affairs any longer.â You announce and Caracalla laughs, throwing his head back. âThe insolence.â He spits after his smile drops. âI love him. I do not wish to betray his trust any longer.â You say defiantly and Caracalla growls, âyou cunt. We are going to have you killed for your treason.â He hisses and you stand tall despite your heart pumping. âNo, no. We gain nothing by killing her. Letâs invite her maritus to witness her betrayal.â Geta smirks and you gasp, âno. No. He canât know.â You plead and Geta smirks, gesturing to his guard, âchain her and send someone for Marcus Acacius.â
Marcus watches as the criminal starts to cry, begging for his life as he contemplates the punishment for this man. He should have him killed, but in truth, the man is less than a plebeian, begging and scrapping by for survival. A result of the emperors foolish taxes to support their war mongering. Because his wife was the victim, he can choose the punishment. âHe will serve in the army.â Marcus decides. âSince he has a need to plunder, he can do so in the name of Rome.â He doesnât believe the man would survive long, but he will have food and a bed until he does die in battle. âGeneral.â The cell door opens. âThe Emperors demand your attendance at once.â The head guard for the Emporers is the one speaking, making Marcus wonder what has happened now.
You are shackled when Marcus arrives, striding into the hall and his brow furrows when he sees you chained. âWhat is the meaning of this? Sheâs injured.â He growls at the emperors who had waited for him to arrive. âYour dear wife has a secret.â Caracalla grins manically, clapping his hands. Marcus frowns, âsecret? We have none.â Geta smirks, âoh she does. Sheâs been spying on you. Delivering details of your meetings directly to us. You see, we were concerned about your influence in the army, we wanted to ensure you were not planning a coup. Your dissatisfaction with our regime has not gone amiss and we know you have been vocal about this with the senators. We simply had to take precautions to maintain our status in the empire. We had your precious uxor spy on you. We ordered her to marry you and she has delivered on our orders until today. Today she suddenly has loyalty to you.â Geta scoffs and Caracalla rolls his eyes.
His brow furrows when he hears the accusations and his eyes find yours, stomach twisting when he sees the guilt and truth of their words in your eyes. âMarcus, please-â he turns his head, his heart twisting, ignoring your plea as he faces the two emperors. If they know the conversations he has been having, he is dead anyway. âRome is crumbling beneath our sandals.â He implores them. âThe weight of the campaigns is heavy. Today, she was attacked by a man who can no longer afford to feed himself because of the taxes imposed for the war chest.â He doesnât look over at you. âThe poorest of Rome suffer heavily.â
You watch Marcus condemn himself and you shake your head. The Emperors stare at him and you swallow harshly. âYou shouldnât have - Marcus.â You whisper and Geta stares at him while Caracalla growls. âIâm so sorry. I didnât - I didnât want to but they threatened me and I- I love you. I never wanted to do this.â You promise with a cry.
Marcus doesnât look over at you, waiting for his Emperors to determine his fate. Gets curls his lips into a cruel smile and claps his hands together. âI have the best idea for his punishment.â He cackles. âHe will compete in the gladiatorial games!â His wide eyes swing towards you. âAnd she shall watch!â
Your eyes widen, âno. No. You cannot do that. I am the one who betrayed him. I am the one who refuses to continue spying. Donât let him- he is a good general. Heâs fought hard for you. Please. Take me. Donât let him fight.â You plead on Marcusâs behalf.
They wouldnât listen to you anyway, they never listen, but Marcus shakes his head. âIf the emperors wish for my life to be fought for in the arena, then they will have their amusement.â He answers them, making them smirk as their personal guards surround him.
You shake your head, tears in your eyes as Marcus is dragged off and so are you. Taken in opposite directions and you are pushed into a cell, shackled, and you sob for your husband. For the life you loved with him that is now gone. Even if he survives the arena, he wonât want you. You have betrayed him. You donât know how long youâre in the cell with nothing but dirty water until the cell door is opened and youâre dragged out by the guards.
âWe cannot have you looking like a prisoner.â Caracalla titters as he smirks at your dirty and disheveled appearance when you are brought in front of him and Geta. âSo we must clean you up.â He snaps his fingers and a female servant appears. âWash her. Dress her in robes that will hide the chains.â He orders. âYou will be sitting with us, isnât that fantastic?â He asks. âThe best view in the house as your dear Marcus fights for his life.â He tilts his head. âAnd yours.â He adds menacingly.Â
You are numb as you are cleaned and scrubbed by the servant, dressed in a clean tunic and she wipes your tears after she hides the chains beneath your robes. âItâs time.â The guard declares as he opens the doors and you try to swallow the lump in your throat. You ride to the Colosseum with tears stinging your eyes and youâre dragged up to the balcony where the Emperors are sitting on gold thrones, matching manic grins on their faces. âSo glad you could join us.â Geta chuckles and you are pushed into a seat beside him, your chains rattling but hidden. You refrain from glaring at him, clenching your fists, and the crowd roars as Marcus walks out onto the sands. Your breath catches and you want to close your eyes, pretend this is a nightmare. âAnd who is my husband fighting? What man could match my husbandâs skills?â You ask the Emperor and Caracalla chuckles, ânot man. Men.â You inhale sharply as four men walk onto the sands.
The armor that he wears is his own, the subtle needling of the emperorsâ visible to the crowds but unknown to all but those he had conspired with. The message that even an honored general of Rome, a man who had spent his life fighting for her glory, was not immune to the will of her emperors. Turning to the stands, it is easy to spot Geta and Caracalla, both of them laughing and drinking, merrily watching men fight to the death. His eyes find you, the horror written on your face making him pause as he brings his sword up over his heart, signaling his fealty to Rome. He turns and honors the men who will be fighting him, knowing that they have no choice in their fight and accepting that they will do their best to kill him. He had always known he would fall on a battlefield, he had just never assumed it would happen in the Colosseum.
Your heartbeat is deafening in your own ears as you watch the men rush towards Marcus, his sword swinging within seconds and you are terrified that heâs going to be killed. Your battle worn husband has fought many during his life but you worry he will die today in Rome, the Roman people witnessing his death. A symbol that even a great general can be taken down. âPlease. He didnât do anything. Heâs fought hard for you.â You beg Geta, who scoffs, âby conspiring with others?â You shake your head, âto protect Rome and her people. Not against you.â You plead your husbandâs case but it falls on deaf ears as your husband takes one man down.
This is needless. Marcus pants, gripping his sword firmly as the next man attacks. Crimson spilling from the man in the dirt and being mixed into a bloody paste as the general blocks the lunge, his foot shuffling back and he almost trips over the body.
You gasp when he stumbles and one of the men swipes his arm, cutting him. âMarcus.â You whimper, not wanting to scream and distract him. He grunts and swings back, the man crying out when his arm is chopping off. âPlease, maritus.â You beg, needing Marcus to win.
Another man rushes him while the man he had just injured drops his sword to grab the bleeding appendage. Causing him to shift focus and move to the other man, grunting out when he grabs the manâs arm as he swings his sword down and shoves his own blade into the gladiatorâs belly. Watching as his eyes widen when the pain registers and he realizes he will die on the hot sands.
You gasp when he has one man left to kill. The Emperors frown and clap as expected when Marcus takes down another opponent. The remaining man swipes at him again and you are on the edge of your seat as you watch your husband fight for his life.
The last gladiator is obviously the most skilled. He was smart too, using the other men to exhaust Marcus as he fought for hard minutes at a time with little break between attacks. The days of little water and no food leaving the general much weaker than he would be under normal circumstances, no doubt planned by the emperors to make sure that he falls today. Marcus barely jumps back in time from a swipe of the sword, the tip dragging across the armor covering his stomach and he feels his resolve weakening. There is no point to continue.
You choke when the sword cuts close to his stomach and you stand up, yanking on the chains that bind you. You try to walk towards the balcony but you stumble. âMarcus! Marcus! You must fight, Maritus. Fight for us! For our baby!â You shout, pleading with him to fight for his life.
The roar of the crowd is loud but he hears your voice. The shouting cuts through the din and he stumbles back, turning to look at the balcony where you are watching. Your eyes are wide and frantic as you scream again. This time he hears what you are saying. Our baby. Our baby. You are pregnant. His mind is reeling when he hears this, ducking down from the next attack on instinct alone to be brought back into the fight.
You watch as he has more energy, spurred on by your words, and Caracalla growls, âsit the fuck down.â He demands and you refuse, remaining standing as you watch your husband swing his sword. His opponent is skilled but younger and Marcus has your future in his hands as he swings his sword. Swiping the man who cries out, Marcus grunts as he kicks at the leg of the man, making him fall. He moves fast, swinging his sword to behead the man. You scream in joy as the manâs head rolls, knowing that Marcus has saved you.
You try to scramble to the emperors but your chains keep you in place. âPlease spare him. Heâs won. Heâs won.â You beg and Geta gestures for Marcus to come to the balcony. He bows his head, knowing he will be ordered to be killed soon after, and he makes his way up to the balcony. You swallow harshly and you want to reach for him when he walks past you to stand before the emperors, bowing his head before he lifts it to clench his jaw in defiance. âYou have beaten men who should have killed you. You have won.â Geta declares and reaches towards Marcusâs belt, taking his blade from the sheath and he presses it against his neck. Marcus hisses as blood drips from the cut, his lip curling. âPlease.â You whimper, wanting your husband to survive. âYou will leave Rome today. Disappear and take your uxor. If we hear a word of betrayal, you will be killed before you even realize it. Do you understand?â Geta hisses while Caracalla shakes his head, wanting blood.
âI understand.â Marcus murmurs quietly. âI will leave Rome.â He knows that he cannot risk your life and that of a potential child, if you are indeed pregnant. He is weary and just wants to get away from the Emperors. His eyes cut towards the men, his disgust for them clear.
You watch as Geta lowers the knife and sheaths it back in Marcusâs belt. He looks over at the guard and nods for him to release you. The shackles fall to the floor with a clang and you rush over to Marcus, cupping his cheeks to make sure heâs okay. âTake your traitor wife and leave Rome today otherwise youâll be killed.â Geta promises and you nod, caressing Marcusâs cheek.
Marcus doesnât trust the other men to keep their word, but he nods. Letting the guards guide you off the balcony and he reaches for his knife when he is out of the Emperorâs presence. âMaritus-â you murmur but Marcus cuts you off. âBe quiet.â He hisses, knowing that you are not out of danger yet. A shift of armor could be the only clue an attack from the guards is coming and he needs to be alert.
You cling to him as he escorts you out of the colosseum to the awaiting chariot that is waiting to take you back to Marcusâs villa so you can pack your things. You are helped onto the villa and you swallow harshly, âI am so sorry.â You choke out and he shakes his head, ânot here.â He says still not comfortable that youâre safe and you nod, reaching for his arm.
Because of his training, Marcus is efficient packing up. He completely takes over and gives orders to the servants while he drags you towards the private quarters where you can be alone.
Your wrists are sore from the shackles as Marcus stands in front of you. Both of you are worse for wear. You are covered in dirt, him in blood as you stand in front of him.
He stares at you, wondering if any of the time you had spent together was real or if it was all to get him to relax around you. âAre you pregnant?â He asks finally, needing to know if you were just bargaining for your life and praying it would sway the emperors.
You reach for him but he takes a step back, âI- I think so. Iâve missed my bleed and I- I never do. I think I might be.â You say softly, not wanting to lie to him.
His jaw clenches and he nods. âThen we will see if you are before we decide where we will go permanently.â
You nod, âI- I know youâre angry that I betrayed you but I- I went to the palace to tell them that I was done telling them your secrets. I didnât want to - I never wanted to betray you but they threatened me and I couldnât do it anymore because I love you. Iâm in love with you, Maritus.â You confess, eyes wide as you prepare for his rejection.
Marcus wants to deny you. To call you a liar but he doesnât see lies in your eyes. Maybe he is a fool, because you have already betrayed him, but he believes you. âAre you not just saving your neck now?â He asks, wanting to be sure. âI have nothing now. No power, no prestige. If you go back to your Emperors and beg for mercy, maybe they will give you to another man.â You move closer to him again and he doesnât step back.
You shake your head, âI donât want another man. I want my husband. I want you.â You promise, âI love you, Marcus, and I know - I know you are still mourning your first wife, your love, but I want you to know how I feel, Maritus.â You murmur, caressing his cheek.
âI stopped mourning my first wife.â Marcus admits. âWhen I asked you if you imagined always living in Rome.â He hears the servants rushing around to pack up the household, but he doesnât move, staring at you. âI was asking to see if you would move away with me. Before this. Before we were exiled.â
You nod, âbefore thisâŚI wouldâve followed you anywhere. I love you, Marcus. I never imagined when the emperors ordered for me to marry you that Iâd fall in love with you. Iâd follow you anywhere.â You promise breathlessly.
âI have no trust in you.â Marcus admits, watching your face fall, biting your lip as you nod. âBut I know you were trying to survive the whims of our Emperors.â He steps closer to you. âAnd I will not let you suffer for that.â He promises, lifting his good arm to trail his fingers up your arm. âI love you, uxor. We will leave Rome and make our home somewhere else, away from the intrigue and betrayal of this festering city.â He smiles. âPerhaps we will have your dream of children running in the sunshine.â
You smile, imagining children running in the fields while you spend your days with Marcus in the sun without worry of the politics of Rome. You lean in to kiss his lips. âI know you donât trust me but I want to earn your trust.â You murmur and he nods, âlet us find a new home. Together.â He declares and you lean in to softly kiss him.Â
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âMaritus.â You moan, caressing his shoulders as you rock on top of him, your bump between you. âUxor.â He groans, his hands sliding down your back as you ride his cock. âI love you.â You moan, âso much.â
The villa around you is still being cleaned and repaired, abandoned for such a long time but it will be worth it when itâs restored to it former glory. The fields outside are fertile and the bones of the home are sturdy. After the fire years ago, it had been left to let the vines overgrow. Perhaps it was fate that you and Marcus are settling and creating a family where Maximusâs was taken from him, but the former general just thought it was the gods way of finding balance. âI love you.â He promises breathless as he rocks his hips up gently.
You moan, getting closer and closer to your orgasm as you rock on top of him. His cock thrusts up into you and you cry out, falling apart as you soak him. You clench down around his cock and fall into his chest, your bump pressed against him. âFill me up, Marcus.â You plead, wanting to feel it, feel him.
He chuckles softly, puffing out the sound as he works himself in and out of your cunt towards his own satisfaction. âItâs obvious Iâve done that.â He grunts, loving how your walls tighten around him. The baby will come soon and he prays to all the gods that they will spare you and the child. âFuck.â He grunts, pushing deep and painting your walls with ropes of cum as he moans your name.
You run your fingers through his hair as he relaxes beneath you and you sigh, âte amo.â You murmur and he caresses your back while the moon shines through the linen on the balcony.Â
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Your screams echo in the halls as you bear down. You are in agony, Antonia pressing a wet rag to your forehead as you push. The women of the household surround you as you labor. âGods!â You curse as you grip the sheets. It feels like hours of pushing and youâre exhausted. âOne more push!â Antonia demands and you sob, shaking your head as you push and finally, the pressure releases and a cry fills the air.
As soon as the babyâs cry rings out, Marcus cannot stop himself. Pushing the doors to the bedchamber open, he rushes inside, his hair sticking up from long hours pacing and running his hands through it, worrying about your fate. âUxor!â He only has eyes for you and the small little bundle you are taking from Antonia. Your face is drenched in sweat and youâve never looked more beautiful.
You look up from the baby in your arms, a grin on your face as your husband rushes over. âItâs a boy.â You murmur, checking all fingers and toes are in place. Marcus grins, leaning in to kiss your sweaty forehead. âYouâre incredible, amor.â He murmurs and you tilt your head to kiss him softly. The cord is cut and Marcus takes the baby in his arms, needing to claim him. He holds him up to the servants and says âMy son.â He proclaims, cradling his son and he leans in to kiss you again. âOur son.â He says and you smile, taking the baby after he slides him back into your arms so you can have skin to skin. âWhat shall we call him?â You ask Marcus who leans over to kiss your sonâs forehead before he kisses yours. âMaximus Acacius.â He declares and you grin, âitâs perfect.â A new life in a place that held such pain. Your marriage may have been arranged by the emperors but your life together is fuelled by love and by choice.
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Natural Breeding Clinic - Prologue
warnings: MDNI, breeding kinks, general sex, mention of infertility and insemination methods
a/n: It's here. Finally.
Teaser - Prologue - Patient 1
You take a deep breath and sit down in front of the laptop, waiting for the other person to join the call. Never in your life had you heard about such a unique reproductive center but lately, youâd been feeling the pull to start your own family. Youâd discussed this with relevant people in your life. Everyone had said if you really wanted a child, then you should go with the options you thought were right for you.
Youâd done the research, looking into different doctors and fertility clinics, but this one just stood out. There were testimonials from several happy families, saying their methods, though unconventional, were effective, and the doctors showcased on the website were all incredibly striking, each one handsome in their own way. But it was the success rate that caught your eye. A 98% guaranteed rate that you would be pregnant, and that pregnancy would be healthy. The site didnât go into too much detail on their method, but the wording caught your eye.
âA natural breeding clinicâ theyâd called themselves. Youâd finally bitten the bullet and called, requesting an information session. The screen suddenly lightens and you focus your attention as an attractive woman with shoulder-length brown hair comes into view. She smiles in a welcoming way before speaking.
âHello. Am I speaking with Mrs. L/n?â You nod and smile back, trying not to look awkward or uncomfortable.Â
âPerfect! My name is Shoko Ieiri, Iâm the main coordinating nurse here at Jujutsu Fertility. Thank you for scheduling an information session with us.â
âYes, of course. I just needed more details before I booked an appointment.â
âIndeed.â Shoko claps her hands together before continuing. âLet me start by telling you a little bit about ourselves. Weâve been around for almost 6 years now. What sets us apart is that we focus more on womenâs comfort than most other clinics. And we are sought out by people who are willing to use a sperm donor. We do not perform insemination services with sperm that are not from our own stock.â
âYour own stock? Are you associated with a sperm bank? And screen all the donors yourself?â
âNot a sperm bank in the conventional sense. We have 5 doctors who keep excellent health and their sperm is regularly screened to ensure quality. They are the only stock we allow for insemination.â
You blink to make sure you havenât misheard. âTheâŚdoctors? Are you saying the fertility doctor Iâd be meeting with will also be my sperm donor?â
âThat is correct.â Shoko nods her head to confirm. âYou will be meeting with the doctor of your choosing for at least 5 sessions. They will need to be at least once a week. Some women take the week off and come in 5 days straight.â
â5âŚsessions?â you ask, confused by the wording.
âYes. Itâs to ensure the insemination process has occurred an optimal number of times.â
âWaitâŚsoâŚIâm going to be inseminated multiple times? How much downtime do I need in between each insemination?â
âHardly any. Our method isnât like a typical clinic. Most women leave feeling very normal and a lot more satisfied than when they came in.â
âNot like a typical clinic? SoâŚyou donât use the catheter method?â
âWe use minimal medical equipment in our inseminations.â
âMinimalâŚso what does the procedure entail?â
Shoko clears her throat and continues. âSo it begins with you choosing one of our doctors. We highly recommend spending some time on this part. Itâs essential that you feel attraction towards your doctor. Once you make a choice, they will reach out to discuss how your insemination experience can be optimized for you. You will receive a biodata on their sexual profile, their preferred methods of arousal, and other relevant details.â
âIâm sorry, but what?â You are at the edge of your seat wondering if youâve entered an alternate dimension. Surely, this was all being made up? âArousal, sexual profile- why would I need all these details? I thought sperm donors only gave information like height, weight, medical history and stuff like that.â
âWhy wouldnât they? Youâre choosing to be bred by them. They would have to make sure their patient is satisfied with the experience.â
âBred?â You bleat the word stupidly.
âYes. We are a natural breeding clinic. We use the method nature has provided to us to ensure a pregnancy.â
The gears in your brain start turning and something finally clicks.
âAre-are you sayingâŚI would be having sex with my doctor?â
âThat is correct.â Shoko smiles gently at you, pleased that you have finally caught on.
âThe human body doesnât necessarily enjoy having medical equipment inserted into it. All that cold plastic, and the mechanical methods of insertion. It puts the body in a state of stress. Not good for implantation. So our doctors will inseminate you through the process of intercourse.â
 Her words fall like a fog around you. You can feel your heart racing, a flush creeping into your cheeks. It wasâŚinsane. The doctor of your choosing was essentially going to fuck a baby into you. As your mind starts pulling up the images of their doctors, each one impossibly handsome and striking, you feel a familiar throb starting between your legs. Wetting your lips, you try to talk to continue with the information session.
âI see. AndâŚthere are benefits to this?â
âYes. Intercourse allows the body to relax, releasing happy hormones. In this stress-free state, in addition to the knowledge that your doctor is someone youâre attracted to and trust, the chance of an implantation doubles.â
You gape at Shoko, your mind reeling from all the information.
âAndâŚwhen you say the insemination process will be optimized for my best experienceâŚ?â
âThe doctor you choose will ask you extensive questions about your preferences. What turns you on, positions, dislikes, toys. Itâs to determine if they will satisfy your breeding experience. If they feel they might not be a good fit, theyâll recommend another one of our doctors.â
You swallow, your mouth going dry. âI see. AndâŚwhat else do I need to know?â
âWe will start by collecting your medical history and run some blood work to make sure your body is ready for an insemination process. Women who have a domestic partner will need to get both a waiver and a consent form signed by their partner that they have been informed what happens for the insemination.â
âOf course. Makes sense.â
âYou will be assigned an emotional support companion during this process. It will either be myself or Mr. Ijichi Kiyotaka. We are there to help ease your nerves and ensure you enjoy the process. And all patients must think of a unique safeword to use during the insemination process.â
âSafeword?â you parrot back, still processing.
âYes. At any point during the process, should you feel uncomfortable, your safeword ensures all actions cease and your doctor will give you some space to breathe and reassess the situation.â
All you can do is nod along. Shoko gives you a look of reassurance. âI can guarantee that most women are pleased with the results. And our doctors are quite skilled in what they do. Itâs natural to feel a little shy and embarrassed but at the end of the day, we all share a common goal- a healthy baby.â
Despite your initial shock, you feel some of your trepidation fade away. Shoko continues.
âIf you are ok with all of this, I can send you the forms to get the process started. Once those are filled, you can take some time to decide on your doctor. Then weâll set up a call with them.â
âThank you.â You make a split-second decision. âPlease go ahead and send the forms.â
âExcellent. Iâll send them to the email you put in your inquiry. Was there anything else?â
You shake your head no. âI think I have all I need.â
âGreat! I look forward to assisting you again.â Shoko ends the call and you immediately go the the website again to look at the doctors, one of which will end up fathering your child. Such a hard decision. How will you ever make the choice?
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Second Time's The Charm V
Alexia Putellas x Reader
Summary: You feel terrible
"Mama! Mama! Maaama!" Little Maya said.
At two years old now, she was fairly active and enjoyed such things as continually saying your name and poking you in the cheek.
"Maya-bear," You croaked out," What is it?"
You felt horrible. A sudden bout of flu came over you this week leading to you spending all Thursday and Friday in bed and not coming into work.
Alexia had been out of her mind but you'd still insisted on making her go into work.
"Mami made pancakes." Maya wiggled her whole body in excitement and you allowed yourself a weak smile, reaching a hand out to cup her face.
"That sounds nice Maya but I'm still feeling sick."
"Feel sick?"
"Yes, Mama is feeling sick. My tummy is being mean."
Maya waved an accusing finger at your tummy. "Bad tummy!"
"That's right so Mama can't have pancakes right now."
"No pancakes?"
"None for me. Why don't you head down and tell Mami that I'm giving you all of mine?"
Maya was loathe to leave you but after much coaxing, she disappeared from your room. That let you bolt off to the en-suite to throw up your guts.
You'd spent most of last night hunched over the toilet bowl so it wasn't much of a shock that you found yourself there now.
"Amor?" Alexia asked, creaking the door open," Maya said you still felt ill?"
"I'm fine," You insisted," Go and help Maya with her pancakes before she gets all syrupy."
"Amor..." Alexia looked close to tears. She'd always been like this whenever you got sick.
Eli used to joke that Alexia would come it in a sympathetic sickness whenever you were ill.
She took it as a personal failing whenever any of her family were ill, always stressing about what she could have done differently even when none of it was her fault.
Just last week Maya had gotten a bad case of the sniffles and Alexia refused to touch her after remembering that Pina had sneezed in her general direction which prompted Alexia to blame herself as to why Maya had gotten ill.
"Is there anything I can do?" She asked.
"Ale, I love you but please go downstairs. I don't want to get you sick too. You've got matches coming up."
"Amor, I will gladly get sick if it means helping you."
"Alexia, go. We've got a little girl who I know is about to cover her head in syrup. Go look after her please."
You remained hunched over the toilet as Alexia pressed a firm kiss to the top of your head before retreating out of the room.
As soon as she was gone, you reached for the cabinet under the sink.
It was long shot and you knew it.
The rate of first round successful IVF was stupidly low. You were a doctor. You knew that.
Fertility was never your speciality but you knew the statistics. You knew the process. You know all the risks attached and everything that could go wrong.
But, still, you reached for the pregnancy tests that Alexia kept there.
You had been a little confused when you first moved into the house to find Alexia was keeping pregnancy tests in your bathroom. When you questioned her, she'd confessed it was make her come on her period.
She swore up and down that when she was late, she would pee on the stick and suddenly start her period the next day. Apparently Alba did the same and Eli swore by it.
You'd never heard of such a thing but you were glad for your wife's absurdity in this moment as you tore open the packaging.
"Maya-bear!" Alexia said," Let's keep the syrup in our mouths please."
Maya didn't answer her, merely shovelled more and more torn up pancake down her throat as Sinky and his sisters padded around ready to catch any dropped pieces.
Lady sat at the bottom of the stairs, pawing at the closed baby gate.
"I'm sorry, Lady," Alexia said," But she's sick. She can't have any visitors right now."
Alexia felt so defeated as she stared up the stairs. She was meant to be the family protector and she prided herself on doing a good job but this whole week had been one defeat after another.
First, Maya got pushed over at nursery and came home with a big bump on her head. Next Mr Stinky had to be taken to the vet for a strange lump on his legs that the results for still hadn't come back. Then Sinky and his sisters had lost their favourite ball toy at the park and some disgusting boy dog tried to mount Lady while Alexia was looking for it.
It seemed to be a terrible end to a terrible week when you suddenly fell ill and had to stay home.
You'd barely moved since getting sick, barely able to gather enough strength to shower or eat before hunching over the toilet to throw it all up.
Alexia swiped her tears away furiously as she dragged a wet cloth over Maya's chubby cheeks.
"Mami!" Maya giggled," No!"
"No?" Alexia repeated," You're all covered in syrup!"
"I like syrup!" Maya insisted," Syrup, my favourite!"
"Don't tell your Mama, she will be sad if you don't like her cooking anymore."
Maya looked like she was considering it but turned her head immediately at the sound from upstairs.
"Alexia!"
Lady barked loudly at the noise, jumping up and down and Sinky and his sisters joined in as well. Even Mr Stinky looked up from his regular napping spot at the noise.
Alexia nearly tore a fingernail off trying to unclip Maya out of her high chair and practically vaulted over the still closed baby gate to hurry towards you.
The last time she had heard you so panicked was when you were nearly married and appeared at her house in tears after being kicked out by your parents.
You were sitting on the toilet when Alexia and Maya burst in.
"Amor?" Alexia fell to her knees in front of you, still balancing Maya on her hip. "What is it? What's wrong? Tell me, it's okay. I'm here!"
In answer, you showed her your positive pregnancy test.
"I...You're?"
You nodded through your tears.
"We're having another baby, Alexia."
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          Aegon ii Targaryen x pregnant wife! Reader Â
Word count:1,108Â
 Warnings: pregnancy, Aegon is his own warning, and labor, blood and mentioning of death. Â
A/n: hey y'all, happy house of the dragon Sunday! Â sorry for the long wait for this one shot. If you like this I made a Robb stark one shot too! Â Thank you! Enjoy!Â
 Screams could be heard through the red keep, servants scrambling grabbing towels. The princess had gone into labor. Aegon is drowning in his cups as usual. He groaned as he clutched his head, what was all this commotion about? He jumps up as his mother the queen slams open the door.Â
 The displeasure of being interrupted and his headache did not help his mood to not be sour. âWhat? Must you be so loud?â Â
He looked up at his mother noticing his motherâs scared expression and labored breathing. âMother?â the prince asked now suddenly sobering up at the sight of his usually calm mother so stressed and disturbed. The queen stared at her son and said in a Shakey voice ây/n has begun her labors.â Aegon jumped up from his bed and quickly rushed out the door with Alicent following him.Â
 âWhere is she? In her chambers?â Alicent quickly replied âyes, sheâs in her chambers with the maester and a couple midwives. She was asking for you.â Aegon may not be the most caring person to his wife but he loved her in his own way. He could feel his heart beating like it did when they got married.Â
 The halls feel never-ending as they make their way to the princessâs chamber. When they finally make it to the door, they can hear cries of pain and hushed talking between the midwives and the maester. Aegon burst through the door, the hinges rattling from the force of it.Â
âY/n! My love I'm sorry it took me so long.â he cried out as he rushed to her side. Alicent closed the door and went to converse with the maester.Â
âAegon I'm scared.â y/n said, with tears in her eyes from her physical pain and from her worries. Aegon puts his palm on her cheek and wipes her tears with his thumb. He could see the pain and fear in her eyes. Â
He finally finds his voice and says in a shaky voice âi wonât let anything happen to you or our child. I swear this on the old gods and the new.â He cringed internally, he sounded so unsure when he said that. He had to be strong for her, for their child. Y/n rests her head in his palm, exhausted from everything. Aegon looks over at the maester and his mother, they speak in whispers.Â
 âWhat are you whispering about over there? My wife needs assistance maester. You are here for that not for gossiping with the queen.â he says with pure frustration in his voice.  The maester immeditally comes over and checks how much y/n is dilated. He looks slightly worried. Aegonâs heart drops in his stomach. âwhat? Why do you have that look on your face maester?!â Â
The maester sighs, âyour grace she is dilated but the babe is breached.â Â
Y/n gasps âwhat oh god.âÂ
Aegon is confused, âwhat does breach mean maester?â he asks his heart rate going up by the minute. He squeezes his wifeâs hand in silent support. They would figure this out, they had to. Â
âDuring a normal birth the babe is facing head first. In your wifeâs case the babe is coming feet first. I must go in and manually turn the babe before she starts pushing.â The maester explains, while ordering the midwives in position. Â
Aegon sits there like a fish out of water for a minute before immediately turning to his wife. Â As he looks at her face his chest tightens with worry and sympathy for his wife as he sees her scared expression. Â
Y/n pulls aegon close to her as she is moved downwards on the birthing bed so the maester can attempt to move the babe. She gets close to aegons ear before saying âif they canât turn the babe, they will want to cut me open like my mother. Please donât let them aegon. Please donât let me die.â she sounds frantic and scared. Â
Aegon tightens his hold on her as her words sink in. He pulls her chin up to look at him, before he looks deep into her teary eyes and says âi would never allow them to hurt you, my love.â Â
Y/n visibly relaxes at his words, the maester looks at the young couple.Â
âare you ready for me to attempt this your grace?â he asks aegon.Â
Aegon replies âdonât ask me, ask my wife you idiot.â Â
The maesterâs eyes widen in apology before looking at y/n, who nods in agreement. The maesterâs hands are cold and rough from age. Y/n tenses as the maester attempts to move the babe. She clutches Aegon's hands tightly as he whispers encouragements in her ear. Â
The maesterâs sudden words break the silence as he exclaims âi feel the babe! I'm going to attempt the rotation now.â the maesters hands leave y/nâs body and he lets out a relived sigh. Â
Aegon asks suddenly âis it done? Did you, do it?â Â
The maester nods âit is done now all that is left to do is push.âÂ
Everyone in the room lets out a sigh of relief that the princess and the baby were out of danger for now. Â
Alicent finally breaks her silence âthank the mother!âÂ
Aegon kisses his wifeâs head as she begins to push. Y/nâs face is scrunched up in pain as she pushes. Shes sweating and grasping Aegon's hand in a iron grip. Aegon is not fazed, as he gives words of encouragement and tells her she's doing good.Â
Y/n stops pushing to catch her breath before she pushes one last time with all her might with a scream. Â
Finally, y/n collapses on the bed in exhaustion as the babe comes out with a shrill cry. Â
The maester hands the baby over to the young couple, the babe resting in its mothers arms no doubt feeling the love in the room. The maester speaks âa boy your grace.â Â Â
Wides smiles are on Y/n and Aegon's faces as they sit and admire their beautiful son. Aegon breaks his eyes away from his newborn son and looks at his radiant wife. In that moment he swore he would never dishonor her. She was angelic like she was sent from the gods themself. He was never more in love than in this moment. Â
Y/n breaks the silence âAemon, his name is Aemon.â Â Â
#house of the dragon#hotd season 2#hotd#hotd x reader#aegon ii targaryen x reader#aegon ii#house of the dragon x reader#hotd fanfiction
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Night Night, Nugget!
PAIRING || Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Fem!Reader x Toddler!OC
WORDCOUNT || 2.3K
SUMMARY || Your nighttime routine may not always be the most conventional when married to an Avenger, but you two have found a way to make it work for your little family. Bucky is often away for missions, which makes the evenings he is home with you and your toddler even more special, and the three of you make them unforgettable each time.
RATING || Explicit (E)
TAGS || Established relationship. Dad!Bucky Barnes. Kid fic. Use of nicknames. Referenced pregnancy.
SMUT || Grinding. Spooning. Light dirty talk. Praise. Fingering. Sleepy sex. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!). Orgasm delay. Multiple orgasms. Cream pie. Cockwarming.
A/N || This one-shot is written based on the request I received from the lovely @pipsqueakkitten! As soon as I saw the request come in, I had a plan for it, and I hope it is everything you've wanted! I want to give my endless thanks to @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this fic, even though you have a hectic schedule! I'm so proud of you for everything you're doing, bestie, I love you! đ
EVENTS Masterlist || @fandombingo || Dinosaur cookies Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book Night || Broken silence Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Frosty || Sleepy sex
Masterlist || @mcukinkbingo || Spooning Masterlist || @multifandom-flash || Glasses are sexy Masterlist || @seasonaldelightsbingo || Buck Bean
GIF: Source || All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin
Main Masterlist || Bucky Barnes Masterlist
Sunday has been your favorite day of the week for as long as you can remember, but they have become extraordinary since the birth of your now two-and-a-half-year-old son, Onyx. Your happy-go-lucky toddler brightens every room with his excited laughter and endless talking. The fact that he looks exactly like your husband, Bucky, is the cherry on top for you.
Today has been a fun day for all three of you, as you and Bucky have taken Onyx to the large playground Tony has built on the grounds of the Avengers Compound as soon as you told him you're pregnant, and now you're preparing dinner for the three of you.
"Mama is back!" Onyx cheers as you enter the dining room. Bucky is sitting at the table beside his son, waiting for their dinner to be plated.
"Yes, Mama's here! Are you excited for dinner, Nugget?" Bucky asks, and your toddler nods happily, his dark brown curls bouncing with every move of his head. You bend down to kiss him on his head before moving to Bucky, who tips up his face to kiss your lips softly.
As soon as the food is plated for all three of you, Onyx dives in while you and Bucky talk about your husband's day at work, which was surprisingly uneventful for once. Being an Avenger has downsides, especially when he can be called away without a warning.
"Dada?" your son asks after practically smearing half his dinner onto his face and hair.
"Yes, Nugget?" Bucky answers, trying not to burst into laughter as he looks at the macaroni smeared across his forehead and curls.
"I love you," he says shyly, and your heart melts slightly at the sight as your son's cheeks turn a bright shade of red as he says it. It's not unusual for the three of you to show affection towards one another, but his sudden shyness is charming either way.
"I love you too, little Nugget. More than you'll ever know," Bucky tells Onyx with a smile before kissing him on the head, expertly avoiding the cheesy pasta sticking to his curls. A small giggle leaves your son's lips, instantly making you and Bucky smile.
"Mama?" Onyx then asks in a soft tone.
"Yes, little Nugget?" you answer with an arched brow, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you already know what's about to come.
"I love you!" Onyx exclaims, bouncing up and down in his high chair. His baby teeth show in a broad, goofy smile, and his eyes shimmer with happiness. Your heart fills with pure joy as you look at him and then at your husband.
"I love you too, Nugget," you say before planting a giant kiss on his cheek, exaggerating the kissing noise as you do. Bucky looks at the both of you with a soft, love-filled expression. The rest of dinner is finished quickly, and then you take Onyx upstairs for a much-needed bath while Bucky clears the table and does the dishes so you two can relax after your son is asleep.
"Are you ready for your bath, Nugget? I put your favorite duckies in there!" you say, and he quickly rushes to the bathroom to watch his colorful array of rubber ducks floating in the bathtub.
"Duckies are swimming," he says excitedly as he points at them. It doesn't take long for Onyx to be between them as you're washing the pasta out of his hair, and he's happily babbling away.
You consider yourself very lucky to be the Mom of such a happy-go-lucky toddler, and being married to the man you fell in love with a little over a decade ago is everything you could ask for, and more.
As you wash the shampoo out of Onyx's hair, your mind drifts to the news you want to tell Bucky later tonight. It's something you had to keep secret for a little while. Today is officially the day you can tell him, and you can't wait to tell your husband the amazing news that you're expecting baby number 2 later this year.
"Do you want me or Daddy to read your bedtime story today?" you ask Onyx as you're drying him off. He doesn't like to stay in the bath for too long, so you pull him out and wrap him in a big, fluffy towel as soon as he's done.
"Daddy tells a story!" he answers, and you nod. Seeing how Bucky isn't always home due to his meetings, he wants his Dad to read to him, and you do it on the nights he's not there. And sometimes he asks for you both to do it, making it a family activity.
"Okay, but first, we must put a diaper on and get you into some jammies. After that, we will cuddle with Dada, and you can get one or two of the dinosaur cookies you love so much," you tell him, and he agrees. Onyx will do practically anything for his dinosaur cookies, and you always have a stock of them on hand, just to be sure.
Soon after, Onyx changed into a clean diaper and his favorite pajamas before you sent him off to Bucky, who made the couch comfortable for the three of you with your toddler's favorite blanket and cookies.
"I'm ready, Dada!" he says as he walks into the living room. Bucky spreads his arms, ready to grab Onyx for a much-needed cuddle. Onyx gets comfortable on Bucky's lap, and Bucky wraps him in his favorite blanket as the cartoons he loves so much play on the TV.
While your son is cuddling with Bucky on the couch, you take a quick shower before changing into one of Bucky's henleys and some sleep shorts combined with your glasses, which is Bucky's favorite thing to see on you. In all fairness, he'd rather see you without clothing, but if he has to choose, he prefers it to be his.
As you walk into the living room, you see Onyx nibbling on his cookie while his gaze is fixed on the TV, but you cross Bucky's gaze as he takes in your appearance. He's having an absolute field day right now, from the wet hair to the glasses, his henley, and your bare legs.
"What's going on in that brain of yours, Barnes?" you ask as you sit next to him on the couch, your brow raised as a smirk tugs on the corner of your mouth.
"You," he says with a fond smile, and you immediately smile at him.
"What do you mean, Buck Bean?" you ask, and he can't stop laughing at the nickname.
"I just think your glasses are sexy. They make you look like a sexy librarian or something," he whispers before capturing your lips in a longing kiss. But you don't get to enjoy it for long because Onyx is wiggling his way between you two.
"She's my Mama!" he says before pushing Bucky away, making you both laugh.
"Well, that may be true, but I was here first," Bucky challenges his son, to no avail. He crawls closer to you before cuddling in your lap, his head against your collarbone as he gets comfortable.
"My Mama," he says with a slight pout, and Bucky gives in.
"Okay, you win. You can have her until your bedtime, but after that, she's mine again. How about that?" he asks, and Onyx nods, now smiling again, before grabbing another cookie, which he happily munches on until his eyelids are getting heavy and he's almost asleep in your arms.
"Let's get you to bed, Nugget," Bucky tells his son, who is quickly scooped up before being carried to his bedroom. As always, he gets to pick a story, but before Bucky can get through the entire thing, Onyx is fast asleep. Your husband tugs him in carefully before turning on the nightlight and monitor, and then he joins you on the couch again.
"Welcome back," you say as you kiss Bucky again after he sits down, this time without interruptions. His Vibranium hand is cold against your cheek, and the metal digits softly rub against it, but you don't mind.
You moan softly in his mouth as you fist his shirt, pulling yourself closer to him, and without a second thought, he pulls you onto his lap, where you can already feel his growing erection pressing against your slowly dampening core.
"God, I can never get enough of you, Doll," Bucky whispers against your lips, and you smile into the kiss as you slowly grind your hips over the bulge in his dark jeans. His hands grip your hips as he guides you, and the fabric of your shirt gives you precisely the friction you need to reach your high not long after.
"Hmm, have I told you how sexy you are with these glasses on?" Bucky asks after you've come down from your peak.
"Maybe once or twice," you say with a whisper, and you capture his lips in a soft kiss that leaves him wanting more as he follows your lips when you pull away.
Bucky looks at you with fondness in his eyes, and you can't help but smile as he takes in your features. You're the best thing that has happened to him since he was released from his past in Wakanda, and to this day, he's thanking his lucky stars every day for you.
"I have to tell you something," you tell Bucky, breaking the silence between you. His steel blue eyes are focused on you as his hands lie loose on your hips, his thumbs rubbing the skin under the henley you're wearing.
"You do?" he asks, and you nod.
"I'm pregnant," you blurt out, despite the ''speech'' you had prepared. Now that the moment is here, you couldn't care less about that; instead, you want your husband to know about the baby growing inside you as a token of your shared love.
"Are you serious? I'm going to be a Dad again?!" Bucky asks in disbelief, and you nod as the tears gather in the corners of your eyes.
"You're going to be a Dad again, Bucky! And Onyx is going to be a big brother!" you tell him proudly, and Bucky quickly lifts the fabric of the henley to touch your belly. The contrast between his Vibranium and flesh hand feels comforting, as it reminds you of your husband.
"I-I don't know what to say," he whispers, tears trailing down his cheeks. He already thought his world was complete with you and your son, but this proves how wrong he was about that because his universe could only get better with the addition of your baby.
"I love you so much, Doll," Bucky says before pulling you into a hug. That evening, you two share a whole lot more tears and laughter, thinking back to your first pregnancy and everything you've gone through since giving birth to your son.
Now, you find yourself in bed with your husband, both completely bare and his chest pressed against your back. His Vibranium hand is splayed over your belly as he presses many soft kisses on your shoulder and neck while whispering the sweetest things to you.
"I can't wait until you're showing again, Doll. When your belly is nice and round with my baby," he whispers as he ruts his hips against your butt, his erection trapped between your bodies. You're already starting to get sleepy, but Bucky can't stop lovin' on you since you've told him about your pregnancy.
"B-Bucky," you say in a breathy voice, and his hand trails lower until his cold, metal fingers make contact with your heated, dripping core, and you let out a soft whimper at the feeling of the metal digits playing with your sensitive clit.
"You're doing so well for me, Doll," he whispers as he keeps peppering your neck and shoulder in soft kisses, your breathing getting heavier as he lets his fingers glide through your folds before teasing your entrance.
"Please," you beg softly, and Bucky won't deny you anything when you beg this sweetly for him. Two of his fingers disappear into your entrance, and you bite your lip to supress the loud moan that threatened to escape.
His fingers keep working their magic as he brings you to your high again, but just before you fall over the edge, he pulls out your fingers, leaving you clenching around nothing - however, he's quick to soothe you and your longing pussy.
"Don't worry, Doll, I wanted to be buried inside you as you cum for me; I want to fall over the edge together," he whispers before lifting your leg and hooking it over his, giving him enough space to work his magic between your legs.
"Good girl," he says as he lines up with your entrance. It doesn't take long for him to be buried to the hilt, fitting together like two puzzle pieces. His pace is slow, but it has you feeling every inch of him in this position, feeling him deeper than you thought possible.
"Oh god, you fill me so well, Bucky," you groan as you work your hips in tandem with his, and he keeps up the slow pace as you're both still lingering between wake and sleep, making the fuzziness in your head even more enjoyable.
"Hmm, and you feel so good when you're wrapped around me, Doll," he responds, his thrusts slowly picking up as he gets closer to his high, yours being built up right alongside his own.
"I'm so close, Bucky, please make me cum," you beg again, and his Vibranium fingers move from your hip to your clit, and with a few quick, tight circles on your sensitive bud, you're clenching and milking him for all he's worth, his cum spilling deep inside you.
"I love you so much, Doll, and I can't wait to meet our baby," Bucky whispers after working you both through your highs, and you sigh contently. Not long after, you fall asleep with Bucky buried inside you, and you both have some of the best night's sleep you've had in a long time.
#bucky barnes#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes one shot#bucky barnes request#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes smut
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â fate (c.sb) âĄ
pairing: choi soobin x fem!reader genre: angst, fluff, smut rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 1.1k warnings: toxic ex (emotional neglect, abandonment), unplanned pregnancy, body insecurity, pregnancy/breeding kink, brief smut, letâs ignore the questionable timeframe lmao
a/n - this is actually not at ALL what i had originally planned for this concept, it was supposed to just be another one of my lighthearted smutty ramblings (which i might still do in a separate post cuz this concept + soobinâs breeding kink is too juicy for me to pass up lmao) but i like it regardless.. i havenât done an actual writing piece in ages. this one might be weird tbh lol but i hope you enjoy ~ [written w my lovely @miupow in mind <3]
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it had been 12 months since you met the man who you thought would be forever â foolishly, blindly â the memory as bitter as the winter when you first saw him, mistaken then as something sweet.
it had been 10 months since you began to give him everything that he wanted â the body and the heart that you were never one to gift lightly â convinced that it was love, that it meant more in his eyes that you could never truly seem to read (though you always managed to fool yourself that you could).
it had been 6 months since you started doing anything and everything to make him keep wanting you, losing yourself so slowly in the process that you couldnât even see it until one day suddenly you did.
it had been 3 months since he left you faster than the changing season when you told him the news, a hurricane of empty eyes and venomous words thrown like daggers that left you bleedingâŚ
and it had been 3 months with a baby in your belly when choi soobin came into your life.
this time, the winter was nothing in comparison to the softness of his smile and the sunlight in his eyes when he stepped through that coffee shop door and into your forever.
â
soobin knew from the moment he saw you that you were someone he could see himself falling in love with.
he had no idea what made you say yes when he asked if you would have a cup of coffee with him;
(maybe it was the fact that he tripped and spilled his milkshake all over you while trying not to look like a loser as he passed by your table and then profusely promised to make it up to you and your poor pair of soiled sweatpants);
and he also had no idea what kept your pages closed even as he got to know you, what kind of shadow it was that would pass over your eyes at his compliments or what made you flinch at an accidental touch of your hands â
but he did know that more than anything he had ever wanted,
he wanted to see the smile reach your eyes.
~
falling in love with soobin came easily.
no matter how hard you first tried to fight it, deny it, run from it⌠it was as if loving him was something that you were simply made to do.
every soft smile, every careful touch, every word a caress as gentle as the breeze on a summer sunrise; every part of soobin slowly began to fill the cracks of your shattered heart with gold.
the day that he found out about the baby was the day that he told you his heart was yours.
âi know it hasnât been long and i know i may sound crazy, but whatever happens or whatever doesnât, y/n, i will love this baby, and i will love you.â
if this childâs father was a starless night then soobin was entire galaxies, the warmth and resoluteness in his eyes enough to melt away any claim that that man had left behind, and as far as you two were concerned, this babyâs real father was standing right here at your side.
ââ
itâs become harder to find room to love yourself these days as the months go on; your growing belly making it difficult to feel attractive, the insecurities that came with those months of feeling unwanted slowly creeping back into your mind and telling you that youâre not enough to make him stay.
logically, you know that your pregnant body is the only body of yours that soobin has so far seen, and of course here he is still wanting you â he proves it almost every night â but regardless you find yourself crippled by doubt and shame.
frowning at yourself in the mirror after every shower, stuck between the bubbling feelings of love for your baby and the guilt of hating how your body looks because of it.
little do you know, soobin has realized something about himself that he never saw coming before:
your pregnant body has him absolutely losing his mind.
heâs never felt so turned on in his life than when heâs got you laid across his sheets in the evenings with the curve of your swollen belly brushing against him as he slowly fucks into you, your tits full and bouncing softly with each thrust, small hands clutching onto him, your face flushed and beautiful and more undone than heâs ever seen it â free to let go of yourself in his arms.
itâs in these moments that heâs convinced he was made to worship your body with everything that heâs got.
soobin is so desperately attracted to every part of you, so determined to pour his love into you as many times as it takes for you to be able to see exactly what he sees every day;
he canât help himself, canât keep it in as he ravishes your cunt, the things he moans and whispers like a prayer in your ear enough to send shivers straight down to your core and push you over the edge every time.
youâre so so beautiful, baby, gonna be the most beautiful mama..
he touches you like heâll never get the chance again.
perfect belly, perfect tits.. wanna fill you up like this, want you pregnant with my babies, f-fuck-
his name falls like a chant from your lips;
wanna give it all to you one day- wanna make you my wife and fill you up all round and pretty- youâre just s-so pretty, bunny, so perfect.
you feel prettier each time you fall apart.
i love your body, love our baby,
ân i love you,
i love you,
i love you.
and when you ask him one morning if he means those things he always says, watching as a familiar rosy hue dusts across his dimpled cheeks, soobin takes your hand in his and promises you a lifetime.
ââ
itâs winter â your favorite season.
the air is crisp and full of starlight as you take a deep breath, the world falling quiet when you meet your husbandâs eyes.
âthe kids are asleep,â he whispers from the doorway,
and youâve never been gazed at so tenderly.
you think about where you started and where you are now.
itâs been 5 years since choi soobin walked into your life, bringing the glimmering sun along with him.
5 years since he began showing you the meaning of well-kept promises and honest eyes,
of things that last and things that are allowed to be let go.
5 years since you welcomed your first child into your arms
and 3 since you welcomed your second; all beaming smiles and dimples just like her daddy;
and itâs been 12 months since your belly started growing with your third.
as you look down at the sleeping baby in your husbandâs arms, every severed string of the past melts into one.
you smile at the boy from the coffee shop.
he smiles back, and soobin has all heâs ever wanted, because he has you â
because finally the smile reaches your eyes,
and heâs home.
#mj writes#mjâs soft thoughts#mjâs hard thoughts#txt#txt x reader#txt fluff#txt angst#txt smut#txt soft thoughts#txt hard thoughts#txt thoughts#txt oneshots#txt drabbles#soobin#soobin x reader#soobin fluff#soobin angst#soobin smut#soobin soft thoughts#soobin hard thoughts#soobin thoughts#soobin oneshots#choi soobin#choi soobin x reader#soobin drabbles#kpop x reader#kpop oneshots#kpop drabbles#taegimood
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An unexpected spark.
Tag: @heiress-prime
Summary: Your relationship with Optimus is... Complicated. Between the adjustment to life on a new planet and saving your asses from the Decepticons, there was only so much you could handle. And having Optimus' kin had not been on that list for either of you.
Cw: Pregnancy, minor injury, implied sexual encounters, Femme reader. Optimus doesn't have the software update for dadification. Italics for past conversation.
Your relationship with Optimus is... Complicated. Purely for the fact that being sparkmates with a Prime is exactly how you'd expect it to be.Â
Yes, Optimus had grown more intimate when you finally decided to stop dancing around each other's afts. Optimus was used to the way of the Prime, so it wasn't in his routine quite yet to acknowledge you romantically. Occasionally when you got some alone time he'd press his helm to yours and remind you how much he appreciated you for sticking by him.
Optimus cares about you, he does. He cares about you to the point that If you didn't contribute so much to the team and were few in numbers he may have yoinked you off the field for good.Â
He hates seeing you come back dinged up with scratches glaring in your paint. He hates that exhausted look and he wishes he could keep you safe.Â
You knew this, nudging him with your field and smiling softly at him from across the room, excited and lighting up like a puppy when his EM field would brush you back.
You'd sit and have your Energon in the morning together. In the past couple weeks Optimus had noticed the rate at which you had Energon had been increasing. You just found yourself thirsty a lot.
Optimus would tell you to go easy, you only had so much supply after all. It eased the aches you felt after spending the night curled up next to him.
Optimus left you satisfied. You knew it would be a difficult relationship, if not for his duties as Prime, but your survival.Â
And you were no stranger to a recon mission, driving down the open Nevada road and taking in the dirt and grime under your tires. Optimus had given you coordinates to an emerging supply with a light squeeze of your shoulder and a loving gaze only he could pull off.
It was nice to spend time away. At least you didn't have to drag one of the kids with you. The children were so interesting. At least, earth children were.Â
They were always full of energy, they always asked questions and wanted to be around and play with you. It made you chuckle a little.
Your drive down the road led you to a discarded backroad into the Nevada hills. You shifted your tire and diverted from the pavement off into the trees.
The constant ping from your interior leading the way.
You felt, in a sense, pent up. The way your back struts strained despite being tucked up into the carriage of your car. You could have chalked it up to your latest intimate night with Optimus.
Usually, you shake off the aches in a day or two. Optimus was the kind of 'bot who made up for his less-than-constant intimacy strings with an all-nighter that left you unable to move for the week following.
The weeks prior you had been more sensitive than usual, which Optimus had noticed. It left you both unable to find any time for intimacy because when you got to that point, you just couldn't handle it. But he was gentle.Â
"Easy, am I hurting you??"
Your servos gripped onto the plates of his forearm, your expression twisting slightly. "No... I just.." You paused briefly to see if relaxing would ease the unusual pain and sensitivity.
"I don't know..."
"Should I stop?"
"No, no you're fine... I'll be fine."
Optimus' face at the time didn't show he was too convinced. He'd rather be cautious than be sorry later...
"You're coming up on the signal, be careful when you enter." Ratchet's voice broke you from your thoughts, causing you to slow down.
"I'll be careful."
You transformed and shook your pedes along the loose rock of the road. You scanned the area briefly, then continued on foot through the trees. The Energon supply would be right below you soon enough.
You absentmindedly rubbed your abdominal plating to ease the tension in your struts and fuel lines. He must have messed you up good considering the noticeable dent. You'd had it there for a bit, but it was barely noticeable.
The constant beep of the counter led your way through broken foliage and trees barely taller than yourself.
"Coming up on it." You said into your comm. You kept yourself at a good pace as you made it through and found the crater.Â
Bingo.
"Get a move on!" A distant voice calls, causing you to duck behind a rock and bushes.Â
"Could you useless 'cons work any faster!?"
You shifted and looked through the foliage to see a plateau-heeled Decepticon screeching away.
"Just... Perfect."
You leaned back, "Decepticons got the jump." You whispered into your comm and waited for Ratchet to update.
"How many??"
"Their usual mining crew... I'd say 15- maybe 20?" Your servo pressed against your plating again, feeling the uneasy warmth fill your gut.Â
"I'll send Bumblebee and Bulkhead out to you, see if you can get a better idea of who we're up against." Ratchet again replied, giving you something to focus on while waiting for the scout.
You shifted against the rock and ducked back into the foliage. You tread up the small hill. Thankfully the only notable figure among them was Starscream. The rest looked like workers, they wouldn't pose a huge threat.Â
You kneeled, your hip plating grinding loudly, making you freeze. The combined sink of your plating and the sound made you cringe. "Fraggin' hell..."Â
You grimaced and continued to stay low and wait. It was all you could do.Â
You sat there watching them mine the precious Energon that should be for you and the team. That wouldnt be the case if they didn't hurry up and get Bumblebee out here.
Your plating ached. It ached in a way that made you think about Optimus. About his hands on your hips and his denta on your neck cables.
Your plating heated, and the thought of Optimus made your fuel pump thump in your chassis.
"Frag," You whispered.
Your fans kicked on, and your panels clicked.
"Ratchet I- I'm not feeling well..." You swallowed hard.
"Not well?? What are your readings showing?"
You checked your monitor, looking down at the diagnostics on your forearm. You were experiencing intense tightening just above your hip plating. And the rising temperature caused your fuel lines to tangle and a lightheaded feeling to sink in.
"My plating feels... Too tight."
"Is it painful?"
"Yeah."
"Can you make it back?"
"I.. Yeah.." You started to stand.
You paused, and your servo came to your stomach plating. Your Energon levels were down to 40% despite your rationing before you left.
"Bumblebee and Bulkhead are on their way to your coordinates."
Optimus was in the other room, concentrating on some old data pads he skimmed whenever he wasn't on missions.
He heard Ratchet in the other room but tuned him out. A tight warmth grew in his chest which caused him to adjust and shake his shoulders slightly. But as he read the feeling grew more prominent until he couldn't ignore it. His EM field pulsed, feeling that faint pulse of your spark alongside his. It felt uneven. The usual soft pump in rhythm that comforted the Matrix in his chest felt off.Â
Optimus pressed his servo to his chassis and tuned in to the feeling. Your spark throbbed against his rhythmically. The tight pulse and pull yearning for him, tugging the Matrix as if new life was growing the strength to stir from your chest.
It made him forget to breathe. He adjusted his optics again and pressed his chassis shut again, unaware it had come slightly ajar.
You leaned up against the rock, listening for anything around you with your servo still pressed against your abdomen. Footsteps softly came up behind you, a servo touching your shoulder. You jumped slightly and looked up to see Bumblebee. He whirred softly and pressed a digit to his helm as he moved toward the 'cons.
Bulkhead was close behind him. You sucked in the minor pain, took a deep breath and got on your feet again. You drew your arm cannon and followed the mechs out into the open.
"Hey, Screamer!" Bulkhead shouted and clanged his fists together.Â
Starscream saw the three of you and frowned deeply. "Autobots!" His wings fluttered in a panic. "Get them!" He ordered the 'cons. They abandoned their mining and ran at you three.
You shot at the first wave, taking them down before they could get too close. Bumblebee and Bulkhead worked together to get the bigger bots and leave the smaller ones for you.
As you went to take another shot the ache returned.
You winced, taking down the miner and looking around the area. Starscream was nowhere in sight.
You were about to comm Ratchet, but a sharp pain in your chassis forced you to hunch over and hold yourself.
The energy in your veins is pumps and pulses. Bulkhead noticed you and quickly rushed to your side, defending your flank while you recovered. You recovered and moved toward the Energon reserve. Bumblebee and Bulkhead held their position. You rushed to the middle of the pit, Starscream jumping down in front of you.
"Where are you going?" He grinned and aimed his arm at you, spindly digit threatening to pull the trigger.
"Starscream-" You held a hand up, the other resting against the pain in your plating.
"Oh, you're not getting any mercy today!" He lunged at you and shot a round into your shoulder. You tumbled to the ground, the pain seering your plating. "Frag-" You reached your knee up and kicked him off, deflecting his arm that swung at you, twisting and throwing him off of you. His nimble frame was back on his feet in seconds. Luckily so were you. You raised your fists, blocking his left hook, his sharp arm plating screeching against yours.
His leg swept under your ankle and threw you to the ground again. He stood over you and aimed his arm in your face. "I've been waiting for this... Megatron will praise me."Â
You panted and tilted your head back. "I wouldn't be too sure of that..."
A shadow fell over you both. Starscream's wings tucked in defeat as a fist violently shoved him out of the way and threw him against the wall. Starscream yelped, rock falling and landing in his lap.
Optimus stood over you, his servo reached for you and grabbed your arm to pull you up.
You winced and held yourself, feeling your struts and plates shift uncomfortably.
"Thank you."
He nodded firmly, activating his arm cannon and placing a protective arm on your shoulder. He moved you somewhere safer and rejoined the fight. You watched him go and smiled softly. Ratchet split from the group and came over to you. You slowly sat down and looked up at him as he worked. You took a deep breath and looked down. Your spark was warm, and your chest felt like it was going at a million beats per second.
Ratchet checked your diagnostics and nodded. "That was one of my fears... We need to get you out of here." You looked at him. How he looked at you made your spark flutter but for the wrong reasons. "Ratchet it's not..."
"It is. Optimus had a hunch."
You shuddered softly. Ratchet kept you sat down and watched over you protectively until the sound above the reserve grew quiet. Starscream squirmed out from his place and transformed, flying off.Â
"We'll get him next time." You said.
"I'd say so." Bulkhead approached.
You tried standing but were met with resistance.
"I can walk," you said stubbornly, moving your hips slightly. Ratchet gave you a firm look and kept you down. Optimus walked over, the other two moving away so he could come close to you.
"It's as you thought, Optimus," Ratchet said and got up. He motioned the others to follow him and they went to look over the Energon.
You looked up at Optimus softly and searched his optics to try and identify any anger in his face. Or, anything. Any emotion would be great right about now. "I... I don't know how I didn't notice sooner... When would we even-"
Optimus gently reached out and took your servo. You looked down and then back up. Optimus fully kneeled to your side, squeezing your servo. "I am not upset. I'm not... anything, right now."
You sighed softly. "I should have known... all the signs were there." You looked down, "I should have known."
Optimus' faceplates softened, "I'm glad you're alright." He let go of your servo and cupped your faceplate, tilting his head down. Your shoulders loosened a little. You reached up to cup his neck when his helm met yours. He welcomed your EM field into his, surrounding you with a mellow warmth that soothed your hydraulics.
You were a nervous wreck. He knew that.
You leaned forward and nuzzled into his neck cables.
"Optimus.."
"I need to get you and the team home." His voice rumbled low in his chassis, soothing you with something fierce. He slowly leaned back and helped you up. Your knees wobbled and crumbled underneath you. Optimus caught you effortlessly, a large hand spreading across your breastplates, helping you lean back up. "Easy.." He kept you close to his body, a comforting weight in your chest that reminded you you were safe.
"I've never had to carry someone so much before."
You smiled up at him. "I wouldn't mind if you did it more often."Â
He cracked a small smile at that. He effortlessly pulls you up off your pedes and against his warm chest. The others got the Energon they could, and Ratchet called Arce to open the bridge and bring you back to base. Optimus went first with you in his arms. He held you tightly and protectively as he made his way through the tunnel.
The team followed close behind, Arce shutting the bridge and coming to Ratchet's side.
"What happened out there?"
Ratchet looked up at Optimus, they shared a silent conversation for a moment before Ratchet turned back to his computer. "Mishap, come on, let's get the rest of this, yes?" The others nodded and followed Ratchet's instruction.
Optimus brings you back to your berthroom and slowly sets you down. Now that you were in private you could properly talk.
"I am not mad."
You looked up at him.
"I don't want you to think I am. We are in a dangerous war. I cannot blame you for this, nor am I mad at you for it. You couldn't have predicted this. I couldn't have either." He knew that wasn't entirely the case. You two were sexually reserved, sure. But you could have avoided this.
He gently reached out and touched the side of your helm. You leaned into it and reached up to touch his wrist.
"I am..." He paused. He didn't know what he was. How he felt, it was very mixed emotions. "I don't know what I feel."
You understood.
You leaned forward and nuzzled his wrist. You looked up at him with soft optics, "It doesn't change anything?"Â
To that, Optimus shook his helm. "No, not a chance." You looked down, and a smile formed across your derma. "If it means anything... I wouldn't do this with anyone else."
Optimus chuckled softly.
You sat up a bit straighter.Â
"I wouldn't feel privileged to raise a sparkling if it weren't with you." He said, his thumb tracing your jaw.
You leaned in and pressed your lips to his. He held you, his hand on your jaw slowly traveling to the back of your helm. His EM field pulsed around you, warming you as it wrapped around your body. He pulled back and pressed his helm to yours.
"I'm glad we're in this together." You whispered. Optimus was quiet in favor of kissing you again. One servo comes down to protectively rest against your abdominal plating.
If Primus brings him a child, then who is he to say no? It may not be the ideal condition, but he wouldn't want to raise a sparkling with someone else.
You gleamed up at him. He returned the soft smile, gently nudging your forehead. "You're going to be a sire," Your smile grew wider, the momentary fear and worry that troubled you replaced by the joyful realization of what was to come.
Optimus couldn't help thinking of the future, of Megatron, of others who would get to hurt you, who surely would try to lay a hand on his child. Megatron wouldn't go that far... Would he?
He didn't fragging care. Not right now. Right now he allowed himself to bring his walls down, to hold you and kiss you all over until you giggled.
"And you, my Cybertronian beauty, the carrier of our sparkling."
A higher honor than anything. And even if sometimes Optimus didn't have it all figured out, he knew that if there was any time to commit to being the best sparkmate he could, it was now. For you, and for your sparkling.
After all... It wouldn't be long. He could feel it in his spark.
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