#baby fever fic

[naanima]

I was meant to be working on my Daniel Fest fic, but this took over my brain, and I wrote it in a haze of frenzy this evening. NOT BETA read. I'm gonna edit this before the end of the year and post it to Ao3. BUT AFTER my Daniel Fest fic dammit.

2.1k words. Daniel wants a baby. He just needs an alpha to fulfil that. Doesn't mean they need to know they are contributing to the next generation of Ricciardo greatness.

EXPLICIT. Sex. Lots of OMEGAVERSE sex.

This is UNHINGED, morally wrong, but I'd argue FICTIONALLY delicious. Maxiel Omega verse. Post 2024 F1 season.

BABY FEVER

He had stopped taking his suppressants back in October, had gone through an insane heat with Heidi that lasted three days, and had his last Depo injection in November. Everyone he knew seemed to be having babies (Scotty couldn't stop holding his baby daughter in his arms, Daniel was so happy for him. Max couldn't stop smiling when talking about the baby Verstappen that was on the way, Daniel wanted to smash his fist through the fucking plasterboard or maybe drop a toaster in the fucking bathtub while he was taking a bath in it).

Maybe it was because he finally had time, or maybe it was because of his biological clock ticking down, or hell, maybe it was the desire to love something unconditionally, he realised that he wanted to have a kid of his own. So he had broached it with Heidi. And well.

("I love you but I don't want children").

So, he was single now, and his next heat in late Feb was going to be rough. He could get through it alone, or he could hire one of the discrete services. But he didn't want either option. He wanted to get fucked deep and hard till he was a crying mindless mess. But that was something future Daniel had to figure out, because now Daniel was a sad fucking sack who decided to spend a week alone in his LA house to mope about the end of his relationship, eat too much junk food and went shitty movies.

He did not expect to go on a research spiral. He looked at surrogacy options, looked at sperm banks, went in for appointments with agencies, and left them emotionally drained and cold. He went home and read all the reading materials they provided him, and after drinking a bottle of his own wine, he had woken up the following morning hungover and with the realisation that fuck, he wanted to carry the baby himself. Sure, he still thinks babies are like the chest-bursters from the "Alien" movies, and that they are like parasites who alter the carrier's brain chemistry and that they couldn't help themselves but love them. But Daniel wanted a baby of his own, a life that he could carry for nine months under his heart, and he wanted to get there by choosing someone he thought would be a great dad.

He ignored the whole lack of a father for his hypothetical future kid for several days before the insomnia and his stressed out brain said enough. He knew who he wanted as the father of his kid, fuck, he had always known he wanted more, but internalised homophobia was a bitch (his therapist explained it to him, thank you Catholicism and the patriarchy, fucking hurrah), and by the time he figured it out, well, Max was already in a commited relationship with Kelly. So Daniel had chickened out and gotten back together with Heidi.

And now. Well, now Max was having a baby with Kelly, and Daniel was fucking alone in LA wanting Max Verstappen to fuck a baby into him. And. Wait. Well. No Daniel, that would be bad, it would be immoral, it would be a fucking shitty thing to do to a friend. And just no.

Except. Daniel wanted it badly. And Daniel Ricciardo always tried everything he could to get what he wanted.

…

He was sweating, and he felt like he was breathing through thick honeyed molasses, and he could still stop this now. Could call Max and tell him he was feeling sick, to not come to his apartment for their catch up today. And then he could crawl into bed and fuck himself with his knot dildo. But fuck, he had planned this, timed his cycle down to the fucking hour, had flown to Monaco with a low heat fever because he had to make sure that Max didn't have time to think, to be suspicious, to not want Daniel. He prayed that Max still wanted him, sure, not to be in a relationship with, but still wanted to fuck him.

He was pretty confident that Max did.

If he was a better man he would be feeling guilt about trying to bang Max, a man in a long-term relationship. But fuck, Daniel was not a better man, nobody that lasted in F1 was a good person. Kelly would have Max for the rest of her life, Daniel was only going to have Max for one day. And fuck, it wasn't as if Max didn't fuck other people with Kelly's knowledge. Daniel would just end up being an omega Max fucked once.

And god, he was leaking, slick sliding down his thighs. And god he needed something in him n-

“Daniel, where are you?”

And shit, fuck, Max’s finger print was registered to his Monaco apartment because Daniel trusted Max. He could hear Max moving across the apartment, he was getting closer, Daniel could smell Max's scent - the salt of ocean breeze and ozone.

“Dani -” Max rounded the corner and stopped, face lax in surprise at the sight that Daniel must be making. He could see Max’s brain kicking in even as he took a deep breath of the air. Daniel’s scent must be overwhelming, burnt caramel and honey. It must be overwhelming and sickening.

“Daniel, you are in heat”, Max said, voice croaky, hands curled into fists at his side. But he wasn't leaving, he was watching Daniel sprawled over the couch, swamped in sweat and taking gasping breath as he tried to not pull his shorts down and fuck his fingers into his hole.

“Max,” Daniel whined, one hand grasping his cock through his shorts, and one hand running his right pec. “Please.”

And Max, his pupils were blown wide, the inky blackness eating away at the blue of his iris. Max's scent had become stronger, permeating the air, salty air and scorched earth, and Daniel felt saliva build up in his mouth, as his body produced more slick. Max's eyes flicked down to Daniel's splayed legs, the gap between his thighs. His eyes looked at Daniel with concentration, and Daniel could see him connecting the dots.

“You planned this.” Max didn't sound angry. Didn't sound particularly like anything. Just self contained and in control.

“Well.” And Daniel was ready for this, “I'm too chicken shit to do it otherwise.” He swallowed the buildup of saliva in his mouth, felt the dryness of his throat. “One time deal Maxy. No strings attached.” Well, except the bun in the oven, but Max wasn't going to ever find out about that.

Max closed his eyes, took a deep breath and after several seconds opened them. And yep, there was Max Verstappen, four time world champion, seeing any vulnerability and taking it. He stalked over to Daniel, leaned down, one large hand grabbed him by the chin and forced Daniel to look into his eyes.

“Daniel, we are going to have a talk about this after your heat. You are very lucky I like you, and that Kelly doesn't mind that I,” Max paused, face scrunched as he searched for the correct word. “That I am a person who likes helping a close friend when they are in need.” And fuck that shit, fuck Kelly and her fucking permission. Daniel didn't want her here, not even in thought.

He grabbed Max by the head and pulled him down for a kiss. Max let him, his mouth hot and slick, he made the kiss deeper and filthier with tongue. Daniel groaned into the kiss, whimpered as Max pulled back. Max smirked, the bastard,

“Get up Daniel, we are not having sex on your couch. Your back would not be happy.”

And Daniel got up.

…

Daniel wasn't sure about other omegas’ heat. But for him, it always felt like he had no control, that he was moving through thick humid air and the only break, the only air and water that could cool him was an alpha's touch. And Max was the best relief for Daniel's thirst.

Max’s hands were around thighs, pushing them wide as he ate him out. Tongue licked around his slick leaking hole, sucking on the rim, swallowing Daniel's slick down. It was so fucking good, but Daniel needed more.

“Max I need -” Daniel cut off in a guttural groan as Max pushed three fingers into his gushing hole next to his tongue. Max pushed in and out with all three fingers, and without warning spread them wide, stretching Daniel's hole wide. And Daniel’s body locked as he came with a shout.

He might have blacked out a bit, when he was next aware, Max was kissing him, he could taste his own slick on Max’s tongue - sweet caramel and honey, covered by Max’s strong ozone and salt. One of Max’s hands was wrapped around his jaw as he fucked Daniel's mouth with his tongue. He felt Max’s other hand push his left thigh wide, and Max’s hot wet cock rub between his spread thighs. Slow roll of his hips, their wet cocks sliding against each other. And then Max shifted his hips till his cock was against Daniel's entrance, Max paused in gnawing at Daniel's lips, pushed his tongue into Daniel’s mouth for a deep kiss, and without warning fucked his wet dick into Daniel in one long push.

Daniel mewled at Max’s unrelenting push, the slight burn as he was opened up by Max’s cock.

“Daniel, baby, you are so good,” Max groaned into his ears as he pulled out of Daniel and fucked back in. Daniel couldn't say anything, just let out open mouthed wet shuddering gasps as Max fucked him. His cock felt huge, grinding Daniel's inside until Daniel felt like he was made for Max, a hole made for Max's cock to fuck.

“Daniel, god, I wanted to do this for so long. Fuck. Baby.” Max let out a deep groan as he pushed his cock back in hard, his knot flaring as he pulled back, and Daniel whimpered at the tight pull of Max’s knot on his rim. He knew he was crying, that he was taking short gasping breaths as Max fucked back in, his knot made Daniel a drooling omega who needed to be breed by their alpha. And Daniel came, body tightening around Max's knot, come spilled out of his cock, and slick gushed out of his hole.

Max gritted his teeth at Daniel's body tightening around his cock, he pushed in, ground his cock against the tight softness of Daniel's inside, and came with a deep moan. His come filled Daniel to the brim, Daniel felt his belly swell with the amount of come.

He was happy, why did he wait so long for this.

…

The next twelve hours was spent fucking in between short naps and easy to consume snacks and sport drinks. Daniel lost count of all the ways Max fucked him with his fingers, his tongue and his cock. He had fallen unconscious in the middle of Max fucking him on his stomach only to wake up with Max fucking him on his back. Max had to hold him up against the wall of his shower as he fucked his dick into Daniel's red and wet hole because Daniel didn't have enough strength to stand on his shaky legs.

It was late evening before Daniel felt his heat dissipate.

Max had carried Daniel to the guestroom because the bedroom was a mess that needed a deep clean sometime in the future. Daniel let his body sink into the cool sheets, he felt the bed drip as Max laid down next to him.

He knew Max wanted to talk, but that's tomorrow's agenda. Daniel did not have the capacity for an landmine of a conversation where he was gonna have to lie through his teeth about his feelings for Max, and why he chose to fuck Max now. He moved his hand to his still flat stomach, but Daniel knew in four or five months time there would be a bump there. And the baby was going to be beautiful, Daniel was going to love it unconditionally, and he was going to do everything in his power to protect it, to nurture it so that it could face the world with strength and joy.

Max had a life with Kelly and her daughter, and soon there will be a baby Verstappen for Max to finally have the family of his dreams. And Daniel wasn't part of that, would never be part of that. He would be a footnote in Max’s biography, and Daniel was at peace with that.

Daniel would have a baby of his own, a baby that would never know Max Verstappen was his father.

[gothamite-rambler]

Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) with all the batkids when they were kids

Dick Grayson:

Diana (rubbing young Dick Grayson's cheek with her hand): Baby, tiny, precious! You so cute!

Dick giggled with a smile.

Diana: You want a candy?

Dick: Hm, yes! Yes! Please!

Diana: Aww, so precious.

Bruce: He's not supposed to eat a lot of-

Diana (a sweet smile on her face): Bruce, you and I both know I can break every bone in your body at once.

Bruce (hiding his fear): I do remember that, I'll be talking to Superman.

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Jason Todd:

Diana: Oh, you're so cute and precious! I just want to hug you for hours and hours. I love how tiny you are!

Young Jason feet dangled as Diana scooped him up and hugged him. He couldn't breathe well, but he wasn't not trying to break free.

Bruce: Okay... you're smothering him. Let him go.

Jason (struggling to breathe): Hold up Batman! I'm not complaining.

Diana: And remember I know how to break your bones.

Batman: All right I'll just go.

Batman walks away.

Young Jason: This is the greatest day ever. I... I'm trying not to cry.

Diana: You're so sweet.

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Tim Drake:

Tim Drake clutched to the woman's hip, crying happily. Batman tried to pull him off, but Tim wouldn't let go.

Tim: This is the greatest day of my hero life! I am so happy to meet you!

Diana (simpering): I can't hold myself longer, I am happy to meet you too young warrior! You are just as precious as the rest!

Bruce: I have to stop bringing them around her- Dick, why are you crying?

Dick: That used to be me!

Dick cried, resting his head on Bruce's shoulder. Bruce sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.

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Stephanie Brown (for the short time she was Robin)

Stephanie: Oh my goddess, you're Wonder Woman! Bomb girl boss! I've been wanting to meet you forever! I- Oh my goodness I'm embarrassing myself aren't I? You want me to leave, right?

Diana (elated): If I could I'd adopt you, but for now you're an honorary Amazon warrior! Want a hug?

Stephanie: YES!

Diana and Stephanie hugged, any attempt Bruce tried to take to break the two apart was met with Diana shoving him away.

Stephanie (dramatic fake sobs): I needed this, Batman is like so mean to me. Doesn't braid my hair even though I showed him the best tutorials and he doesn't appreciate me! I swear he's like my dad.

Diana glared at Bruce who's face turned red with anger.

Bruce: Okay, that was mean. I'm leaving!

Bruce stormed off while Diana took Stephanie's hand and led her way to chat and braid her hair.

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Damian Wayne:

Bruce: Okay so Wonder Woman is bit... Obsessed with cute kids. Just be ready.

Damian: Oh father please, I've dealt with way worse.

The doors to the meeting slid open where Diana was already in the room. She sat at the Justice League meeting table. Once she spotted Damian, she gasped.

Damian tensed surprised, he backed away slowly as he began to get flashbacks to Talia.

Diana (eager): You got the itty bitty ones again?! Come here young warrior!

Damian: Noooo!

Damian ran away as Diana chased him with her arms open wide.

Diana: Let me give you cheek rubs!

Damian (screaming): Get away from me!

Clark Kent walked over to Bruce while snacking on a granola bar.

Clark: You ever think about not having a kid sidekick?

Bruce: You've got one more time to tell me that and I'm sending kryptonite to your house.

Clark (sarcastic): Glad your practicing being kinder to us like I told you too.

[ruinix]

Quinn getting a huge baby fever after he saw you hold your little cousin (or whomever baby)

Hello, lovely…baby fever… yes, baby fever. Ummm, I fear I have…gone overboard again, so it took me a bit. I had to bring out the big guns (my AO3 thots with my fictional men). He almost turned…dark 🤨🙂‍↔️

TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Masturbation, a dash of Breeding Kink, Unprotected Sex (use protection, lovelies), Brief Choking, Use of ‘hubby’ (some doesn’t like it so...🙂‍↕️), Quinn being pathetic as he gets hit with an extreme baby fever

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You are trouble. So much trouble. Quinn had to lock himself in a bathroom stall as he stares at his phone, his fingers tapping the video over and over and over again. It feels like a loop. A loop of you and that little baby.

Who is that? Who? But the identity of the baby is the second thing in this mind. You’re the first thing.

Quinn can’t stop watching. Can’t stop hearing your little coos for the baby you got in your arms. Can’t stop seeing the way you brush your cheek against the top of the baby’s head. Can’t stop the squeeze in his chest as you smile at the camera, the light shining behind you so perfectly that you appeared to have a halo. Can’t stop feeling your happiness in this ten-second long video. It makes him happy. Too happy that he had to cover up the little one’s face because he’s…his pants tighten up. Fuck.

Before he could type his reply, you sends over a text that had him, leaning back against the door which creaked from his weight. His legs and hands shake. His soul shudders. It feels as though he’s not there. This must be a fucking dream.

Your text says, “When we have a baby, will they look as cute as this little duuuuuude?”

‘When. We. Have. A. Baby.’

When. Not if. When. Like you are stating the inevitable future. Like you are looking forward to it. Like you want him to give you children—or child, fuck, he’ll give you any number of children.

It’s just a simple thought, but it feels like a magnitude ten earthquake causing destruction. You destroyed him in the best possible way. Rattled him so much that he can barely function. He got practice for fuck’s sake. He can’t even tease your extended ‘dude’. He can’t. He can’t think straight.

All Quinn’s thoughts are questions.

‘You want a baby with me? When do you want have a baby? Do you want to start making one now? Next week? Next month? Next season? Next year?’

‘Are you sure you want a baby?’

‘How many babies do you want? One? Five?’

‘Do you want them a year a part? Two? Three?’

Shaking his head to clear it, his tongue feels dry, his heart beating and ramming against his chest. He could barely ask who’s the little dude, barely understand that dude is your friend’s baby, could barely read every paragraph you sent after about little dude. Of course, he still reads it, despite not being able to process them, because he needs to hear you—at least—as he tumbles down the rabbit hole.

More like plummets.

His mind is clogged with images of you. Your tummy barely showing to fully rounded and full of his baby. You eating for two. You being all clingy or irritable with him—he’ll hug or console you either way. You wearing maternity clothes. Most especially, you holding his baby.

Quinn’s done for. He fucking is.

When you send your “I love you”, Quinn’s hand is already wrapped around his cock, your name escaping his lips in a plea, a revelation descending and dawning upon him.

He needs to have a child with you.

That’s why—for weeks, six weeks to be exact—Quinn cannot stop imagining and wishing the babies he sees in the streets, in social media, in the arena during games to be yours and his.

He has…baby fever. He realized that a week in. It’s weird. Quinn doesn’t think about kids or babies. His plan was to be with you. Just you and him without a doubt. Then after some time, he’ll propose. Then you would marry. Then you two will talk about kids, because even if having kids was not yet his focus, he wants a family with you.

You’re his endgame. He’s sure of it, so he’s moving forward with you. Until you sent the video of little dude—Jeremy, if Quinn remembers correctly—with you. Until he literally can’t stop picturing you and babies. Until it’s the only thing in his fucking mind other than hockey and you. Babies. Cute little babies.

He’s so fucked, because it’s not just the wholesome need for little babies. No. It feels primal.

He gets fucking hard, totally bricked up, wanting nothing but to fuck you until you’re bred. So hard that he had to jerk off multiple times during the day. Bathroom stalls. A janitor closet. Even when he’s home, he has to jerk off, given that you’re not there. He tries not to, but his cock would ache as his thoughts worsen, so he fucking fails. Every. Time.

His fogged up brain will continuously echo: “Kids, now. Kids with you. Now. Now.”

Quinn thinks he’s losing his mind. He doesn’t know what to do, because the thoughts of little ones—with your eyes, your hair, your smile, your sweetness, your quirks, your gentleness, your everything—makes him yearn for it to be true. His heart aches for every day that goes without them. He needs a family with you. He needs little ones to spoil alongside you.

So for weeks, Quinn wants to breech the subject with you. He wish to present his new foolproof life plan—that will also be your plan, if you accept. His new plan consist of: lots of fucking to make a baby, him providing for you and your children and possibly grandchildren, him being present for every step of the way, him being a good father. But simply, babies. The plan is to have babies, but the words always stop at his throat.

Because…even if he wants babies, that doesn’t equate to what you want right now. Right? He can’t just do what he wants, can he? Like breed you and—

“Little dude,” you say in a singsong voice, “would look so cute with this, right?”

Quinn looks up and see you hold up a shark onesie. He can only stare, stare, and stare, because this has to be illegal. This, as in you holding up that onesie just a meter away from him. As in you looking proud of every baby clothing you bought. As in you being excited of buying things not for his baby. He hates it. The sudden disdain—to an innocent kid just because he’s not his—is making him all too riled up now. Why are you spoiling someone else’s baby? Fuck.

“Sure,” Quinn chokes out which he tries to mask with a cough.

He nods helplessly when you grin, a sparkle in your eyes, then you dash across the room to get your wrapping papers, tapes, and somehow, more paper bags. Just how many did you buy for that baby? It’s a fucking haul that makes Quinn irritable and also downright pathetic.

He should just say it. He wants a kid with you. He wants to be a father of your children. Easy words to say, but he still can’t say it. He’s such an idiot.

“I want to help,” he offers as you settle on the floor, scooting your legs under the coffee table, looking so cozy.

“Thank you, Quinn, but I got a wrapping system over here,” you giggle. Your arms are comically filled with stuff before you laid then out on the table. “You always crumple the wrapper, silly.”

Quinn does. He can wrap presents, but it’s a battle. Him against the paper. Usually, he wins but the gifts…they’re wrapped so messily. So different with your gift wrapping. While he’s nonchalant about it, you’re particular. He sees your focus for every fold. He has seen you get upset when you fold one piece wrong or if the ribbon is wonky. He loves that about you.

Still, you give him socks and onesies. Still, you let him messily wrap them. You even smile, looking so proud of him like he’s the best, looking utterly kind and patient. You place what he wrapped on your growing pile.

You’ll be a good mother. Quinn knows that. He’ll do his best to be a good father. He can do that. He can—

He jumps when you suddenly hop over his lap.

“Where’d you go?” You ask, pressing a kiss against his jaw. Quinn can only cling to your hips, savor your touch on his nape, the feel of your fingers running through his hair. “Come back, hubby.”

Hubby? Are you insane? Do you what that does to him? Who is he kidding? You fucking do. You always do. You’ll be the death of him.

“My Love,” he groans, a bit too whiny in his opinion, but he can’t help it. The effect you have on him.

“You like that?” you chuckle, breathing in his sharp exhales. “Hubby.”

Quinn can only growl in response. You’ve short-circuited him and you laugh at him. Cruel. His cruel Love. He hugs you tighter, grounding himself. This is real. You called him Hubby. Not Huggy. Hubby. Your hubby.

He buries his head into your neck, greedily taking in your scent. God. You smell so good, so addicting like a custom-made drug, just for him.

His cock throbs, wishing to be seated in your pussy, wishing to spill his cum in your womb until it takes.

“Do you want a baby?” He forces out, his voice coming out raspy and broken and desperate. He’s probably blushing, because he’s burning up. Even his fucking eyes stings. He’s going to cry and it’s fucking pathetic.

“Hmm,” you hum, hands rubbing over his chest, soothing him.

One hand runs up his jaw, coaxing him to meet your eyes. Your beautiful eyes track every detail on his face, taking everything like it’s your first time when you’ve already done it hundreds of times.

Then you softly kiss his cheeks, the mole on the right, his forehead, the edges of his eyebrows, his eyelids, his lips. A simple soft peck. One by one until he’s just putty underneath you. His heart pounds but not from fear, for his undeniable love for you. Just like that you settle him.

“Been thinking about that, handsome?” you ask.

“Yes,” he nearly stutters.

“Do you want to have a baby?” you ask, pressing another kiss on the tip of his nose.

Quinn shudders, eyebrows meeting, breaths picking up. “Yes,” he confesses like he’s about to confess guilty and be sentenced to death.

A grumbled ‘fuck’ escapes his lips when you scoot closer, sitting your clothed pussy right over his aching cock. You roll your hips once and Quinn almost comes. Shit. What are you doing to him?

You’re saying something, whispering the words on his lips, but Quinn couldn’t focus.

You’re so close. Oh, so close. Your breaths mix together, making him all so dizzy. He wants to kiss you again, but when he tries to close the smallest distance between you two, you move back. Why are you…

Then he realizes what you said.

“I’ve been wanting your baby for so long, Q. So long.”

You want his baby.

It feels like the last tether around his control snaps.

No longer is he chasing your lips and letting you pull away. No longer is he shaking like a goddamned leaf, choking on unsaid words, yearning and begging to the void. No longer because you’ve said it. You want his child.

He captures your lips, hand slipping through hair, firmly tugging. The way you moan against his lips makes his blood rush his cock. Your hands grasping at his shirt. Your hips grinding against his. Your desperation is a distinct reflection of his.

“Quinn,” you gasp, panting for air. Your pupils are blown. Cheeks flushed.

Quinn groans your name, lifting you to rest you on the couch, him still kneeling on the floor, your hips glued together. He grasps your collar, ruthlessly tugging down. Buttons pops out, fabric tearing. It’s his shirt anyway. He can just give you more.

He doesn’t let you complain, easily capturing your lips, as he continues his rush to remove every bit of your clothing. You try to help, but he won’t let it. He can’t or else he’ll lose it.

He needs this. You need this. Those thoughts keep bouncing in his head as he deepens the kiss. His hand finds your pussy, already dripping. Slipping a finger, your pussy sucks it in, quivering, clenching, leaking. God, you’re so wet. He doesn’t even need to prep you, because you’re already so turned on for him. Only for him. He hooks his finger against your special spot, making you scream.

You’re so ready, aren’t you? Ready to be fucked. Ready to be bred.

“It’s such a dangerous day, Quinny,” you whimper, nails digging into his arms.

You’ve already sent him over the edge, but hearing you—those new set of words—makes him spiral deeper into his haze.

He somehow gets rid of his shirt but only pushes his pants and boxers down, before he sinks every inch of his hard and leaking cock into your needy pussy. So easily. So smoothly. So eager and greedy.

“Fuck,” he growls, nipping your lips, blunt fingers digging into your thighs to keep them wide open for him. “You feel so good.”

So good. So perfect around his cock. He watches his cock slide out then back in, shivering at the feel of you, shuddering at your exhales, at how pleasure contorts your beautiful face.

“Quinn,” you say his name like it’s a prayer. “Breed me.”

He nearly comes from that. You’re such a minx. He leans back, fucking harder into you, bottoming out and hitting the spot that has you singing your screams, that has your eyes rolling up as your pussy convulses with tiny orgasms. Christ. He might not last long.

He just wants to fill you up, plug you with his cock so nothing spills. He needs to do that. If he doesn’t, you can’t get pregnant. You can’t have the child you want. The child he needs to take care of, to spoil, to love.

He  wraps a hand around your neck. Of all the necklaces he bought for you, it’s his favorite and nothing else, but the sight of the little heart pendant resting on your collar bone, just beneath his wrist, has him snapping his hips harder, rolling to heighten his and your pleasure. Fuck, so good.

“Harder, hubby,” you taunt as tears run down your cheeks. “Please, just a bit upward.”

He follows your plea, hitting the spot you wanted him to reach, getting the immediate reward of you arching your back, pussy clamping down around him as you come. Your cum dribble out with your arousal. The squelching noises and skin slapping is so alluring. Quinn needs more.

Quinn rides your orgasm, prolonging it until you are whimpering and gasping, “I’m coming. Quinn.”

He tightens his hand around your neck, feeling your pulse quicken, pussy tightening. You can only hold his arm, hips raising to meet every thrust that makes your tits bounce. Your eyes rolls as you come once again as he controls your air. What a sight.

He finally lets go of your neck, running his hand down your chest, teasing your taut nipples, making you whine, your tummy, until he reaches below your navel. He pushes down then you scream and come around him again.

Look at you surrendering to him.

“That’s three,” he groans out, slowing down his pace. He rises up, resting on knee on the edge of the couch, so he can fuck into you deeper. He hooks your quivering leg over his forearm, watching you bite your lips. “Got more for me, my Love?”

“Please,” you breathe. “Fill me with your cum, Q. Please. I need it.”

That’s his fuel. Your words. Your breaths. Your moans, mewls, whimpers, whispers of calling him your hubby. You, whining for more, more, and more, as he ruts and rolls his hips into your sopping wet pussy. The slight drool on the corner of your lips which he couldn’t fight the urge to lick. Your taste, your feel, your touch, all so divine.

He can’t get enough of you.

Soon, he’ll have little you’s whom he’ll love, whom he’ll play his games for, whom he’ll work hard for, whom he’ll be proud of. He’s already doing these for you, but that promised will ignite—has ignited—another flame in him.

He’ll have pieces of you and him in his arms.

He can’t wait.

He can’t.

He needs to make it happen.

He must.

He captures your lips, your tongue meeting his instantly. Fuck. He can feel your desperation. You need it too.

Quinn slows, drawing every thrust deeper, losing himself in you until he comes so hard that his sight blurs, so hard that he almost crushes you to the couch, so hard that he whimpers your name because you also come. Every spurt of his cum, a silent prayer, a plea for it to take.

But even if it doesn’t, Quinn has the whole day to plug you up with his cock, to fuck you again with your hips raise to lessen the cum that spill which is fucking inevitable. So, he’s there to give you more.

He has to make sure that you’re full of him. Full of his seed on this dangerous day. So dangerous. A perfect time to breed you, isn’t it?

God, he can’t wait until he’s fucking you with your belly is round with his baby.

[izumkay]

♡TANTRUMS♡

♡Synopsis♡- When Satoru returns home with your five-year-old daughter, she excitedly shares her day—only to drop an unexpected request. Seeing her friends with their little siblings, she decides she wants one too. Now, with wide, innocent eyes, she turns to you and Satoru, waiting for an answer neither of you were prepared for.

The moment Satoru steps inside, your five-year-old daughter clings to his leg, her face scrunched in deep contemplation. You barely get a chance to greet them before she stomps over, crossing her arms.

"Mommy," she starts, her tiny voice laced with determination. "I need a baby."

You blink. "A... baby?"

"Yes!" she whines, flopping onto the couch dramatically. "All my friends have little brothers or sisters! Hana, Yuto, even that meanie Reira! But me? I have nobody! It’s not fair!"

Satoru, unhelpfully, clicks his tongue. "Tough luck, huh? Must be lonely."

You shoot him a look, but he only shrugs, smirking. Meanwhile, your daughter sits up, her big, watery eyes locking onto you like a weapon. "Please? I’ll take care of them, I promise! I’ll share my toys and— and even let them play with my dolls!"

You sigh, kneeling beside her. "Sweetheart, having a baby isn’t that simple. It's a lot of responsibility."

"But I want one!" She throws herself back again, legs kicking against the cushions. "Daddy, tell Mommy!"

Satoru hums, rubbing his chin. "Well, love, if our little princess wants a sibling…" He turns to you, blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "Should we start working on it?"

You gape at him. "Satoru!"

"What?" He gestures at your daughter. "She has a solid argument. We should at least consider it."

Your daughter nods eagerly. "See?! Daddy agrees!"

You pinch the bridge of your nose. This was going to be a long night.

You inhale deeply, gathering every ounce of patience in your being. "Sweetheart," you try again, voice soft, "having a baby isn’t just about wanting one. Babies cry a lot, need a lot of care, and—"

"I love babies!" she interrupts, sitting up on her knees. "I want to take care of one! I can do it, I promise!"

Satoru, the enabler, nods solemnly beside her. "She’s got a point. She’s very responsible."

You deadpan. "She once put her cereal bowl in the fridge because she thought it would turn into ice cream."

"Creative thinking," Satoru counters, completely unfazed.

Your daughter gasps, flailing dramatically. "Mommy, pleaseee!" Her tiny hands clutch at your arm, eyes glassy and pleading. "I’ll be the best big sister in the whole world! I'll teach them how to color and— and— I won’t even get mad if they mess up my toys!"

You raise a brow. "Really? You cried for an hour when your teddy bear fell on the floor."

She pouts, crossing her arms. "That was different."

Satoru leans back, arm draped over the couch as he watches, far too entertained. "Sounds like she’s pretty serious about this," he muses, grinning. Then, in a stage whisper, he adds, "And between us, I wouldn’t mind trying for another one…"

Your entire face heats up. "Satoru!"

"What?" He feigns innocence, winking at your daughter. "Mommy’s just shy. But don’t worry, princess, I’ll convince her."

Your daughter claps excitedly. "Yay! Daddy's the best!"

Oh, this was a conspiracy.

Satoru stretches, turning to you with a lazy grin. "So, sweetheart, what do you say? Want to give our little princess a teammate?"

You exhale slowly, pinching the bridge of your nose as your daughter bounces beside you, eyes wide with hope.

This was going to be an extremely long night.

You sigh, shaking your head as your daughter clings to your arm, eyes still wide with expectation. Satoru chuckles beside you, his amusement evident, but as you glance at him, his expression softens.

“Sweetheart,” you start gently, brushing a stray hair from your daughter’s face, “having a baby isn’t just about playing together. It’s a big responsibility, and Mommy and Daddy have to be ready too.”

Her lower lip trembles. “But I am ready…” she mumbles.

Satoru reaches over, ruffling her hair with a small smile. “You’d be the best big sister, no doubt about that,” he murmurs. “But sometimes, these things take time.”

She huffs, puffing her cheeks. “I don’t like waiting.”

Satoru gasps dramatically. “What?! My daughter—impatient? Impossible!” He tickles her side, making her giggle despite herself. “Wherever did you get that from?”

You shoot him a look. “Definitely not from me.”

He winks, but then his fingers find yours, giving them a reassuring squeeze. When you turn to him, he’s not teasing anymore—his gaze is steady, warm, and understanding.

“Hey,” he murmurs so only you can hear. “No pressure, alright? This is your choice too. If you’re not ready, that’s okay.”

Your heart melts at his sincerity.

You exhale, squeezing his hand back. “I know.”

Your daughter watches the silent exchange, then sighs dramatically before crawling into your lap, small arms wrapping around you. “Okay… but if I have to wait, can I at least have ice cream?”

Satoru gasps, pressing a hand to his chest. “A genius bargain! Negotiation skills on point!”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help but smile. “Fine. But only one scoop.”

Your daughter squeals in victory, and Satoru beams. “Guess it’s a win for everyone, huh?”

As he presses a kiss to your temple, his touch lingering just a little longer, you realize—no matter what the future holds, you’d never have to face it alone♡

A/N -I hope you liked this cute lil drabble that had been on my mind for a while🤭♡

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Divider credit!- @cafekitsune

[kairoot]

✶ 𝓗𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 ．．박종성

⤷ 𝑖n which you enjoy the sunrise on your small farm with your two favorite people.

𝒑𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : husband!jay x 𝑝𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍！𝑓．𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : fluff 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 : no 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : pet names, kisses, lmk if i missed anything !

( 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒏’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 ) : inspired by @allurecile bc i loved their jake fic so much and this thought has been in my head for forever.. jay pls become a farmer. & pls leave reblogs and feedback, they are much appreciated !! ♡︎

birds chirped and the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, casting a gentle golden glow across the fields. dew-kissed blades of grass shimmered in the early morning light, while the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze added to the tranquil symphony.

the farm slowly awakened, with the silhouette of a barn emerging from the shadows and the distant silhouette of livestock beginning to stir, signaling the start of a new day.

you step out into the wide yard, yawning and stretching your arms out. you closed your eyes as the soft morning breeze swiped your cheek.

looking out over the large acres of your home, you spotted your husband crouched down near your crops. he wore his favorite flannel shirt, the sleeves rolled up as he cared for the growing vegetables in your garden. you smiled softly, admiring how hard he worked.

he looked up from what he was doing, spotting you on your home’s porch. his face broke into a wide smile, eyes lighting up warmth and affection. he set down his tools and took off his gloves as he stood up to walk over to you.

“good morning,” jay said, his voice gentle and filled with love.

“good morning,” you replied, feeling a surge of happiness at the sight of him.

he reached out and places a hand on your belly, where your baby is growing steadily each day. you were about seven months pregnant, and both you and the baby were the healthiest you had been, thanks to jay.

the gesture is tender, filled with a quiet joy that you both share. you cover his hand with yours, feeling the connection between the three of you.

"good," you assure him. "just a little sleepy."

he chuckles softly. "i was trying not to wake you."

"you didn't," you say, shaking your head. "i just wanted to come out and join you."

jay smiled once more, placing a kiss on your forehead and then your lips. he wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

together, you walk through the garden, taking in the beauty of the morning. the sun is rising higher now, casting long shadows and illuminating the dewdrops on the leaves and grass. the air is filled with the earthy scent of soil and the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers.

as you stroll through the rows of vegetables and herbs, you talk about your plans for the day, the excitement of preparing for the baby's arrival, and the simple joys of life on the farm. jay listens intently, his hand never leaving yours, his presence a constant source of comfort and strength.

“she’s gonna love the flowers,” you smiled, squeezing his hand.

“and the animals,” he added, looking over at the barn. “they’ll love her.”

“daisy already does,” you giggled, remembering how one of your mares wouldn’t stop rubbing her nose against your belly when it started to grow.

jay nodded in agreement, smiling at the memory.

“yeah, but i’m not so sure about cocoa.” he said, reminding you of the younger horse who hadn’t been to fond of you ever since you became pregnant.

you sighed, “i don’t know why he’s been acting that way..”

jay rubbed your back comfortingly, “you know how much he loves you. he doesn’t want the attention on anyone else but him when it comes to you.”

you nodded, continuing your stroll with him.

“can we go see them?”

jay nodded, a thoughtful smile on his face. “of course, honey.”

you followed him toward the barn, the path lined with blooming wildflowers and the morning sun casting a warm glow over everything. as you approached the barn, the familiar sounds of the horses’ gentle nickers and the clatter of hooves greeted you.

jay opened the barn door, and you stepped inside, where the scent of hay and horses was comforting. daisy was the first to notice you, and she trotted over with a friendly whinny, her ears pricked up in greeting. you reached out to pet her, feeling her soft nose against your hand.

cocoa, on the other hand, was in the far corner, watching you with curious but cautious eyes. jay noticed this and gave you a reassuring glance before carefully approaching the younger horse.

“hey, cocoa,” jay said softly, extending a hand. “it’s okay. we’re just here to visit.”

you watched as jay gently bridled cocoa, his calm and steady presence seeming to ease the horse’s nerves. soon, cocoa’s stance relaxed, and he allowed you to give him a gentle pat.

as you were enjoying the interaction, you felt a familiar fluttering sensation in your belly—your baby was moving. you chuckled softly and placed a hand on your belly. jay looked over and smiled, sensing the moment of connection between you and the baby.

just then, daisy, who had been happily munching on some hay, suddenly jumped like she’d been zapped by a static shock. she let out a comical squeal and took a few surprised hops backward, her mane flying wildly.

“whoa!” you exclaimed, trying to stifle a laugh. “i think the baby gave her a good kick!”

jay looked over, trying to hold back his laughter as daisy continued to prance around with exaggerated steps, clearly puzzled by the sudden sensation. “looks like she’s not used to the baby’s morning gymnastics..”

you gently approached daisy, who was now eyeing you with a mix of curiosity and wariness. “hey, easy,” you cooed, patting her gently. “it’s just the baby saying hello.”

jay knelt beside daisy, trying to calm her with soothing words while trying to suppress his chuckles. “there’s no need to dance, daisy. it’s just our little one showing off.”

the mare seemed to slowly realize that there was no real threat and cautiously approached you again, her ears still flicking back and forth.

“i guess the baby’s kicks are a little more dramatic than we thought,” you said with a grin, reaching out to give daisy another reassuring pat.

“definitely,” jay agreed, still laughing softly. “she’ll get used to the routines soon enough.”

with daisy settling down and the morning sun climbing higher, you and jay spent a few more moments enjoying the peaceful barn. the day ahead seemed even brighter, filled with the promise of more light-hearted moments and shared laughter as you prepared for the new adventures with your growing family.

✿

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[tending-the-hearth]

Thinking about when Ponyboy wakes up after passing out after Dally’s death, and it’s just him and Darry in the room, and he probably was all wrapped up in blankets and one of his brothers’ sweatshirts, and looking so young and terrified asking Darry if he was going to get taken away, and Darry just saying “I don’t know, baby”, because he doesn’t know, and things are so uncertain that he can’t help but fall back onto the pet name their mother used so often for all her sons, but also i thought about those videos of older siblings calling their little siblings their baby, and thought about that in association with Darry and Ponyboy, and just…

little six-year-old Darry, upon seeing little newborn Ponyboy, immediately trying to hug him because that’s his baby

Darry introducing Ponyboy to Dally saying “this is my baby, Ponyboy!”

Soda fully believing for two years that Ponyboy was Darry’s baby because of how much Darry called him his

Them growing older, and the nickname being said less and less, but maybe it came out accidentally.

Darry getting sick, and wanting to make sure his baby didn’t get sick

Darry coming home from his first rumble and not wanting his baby to see him hurt

Darry hugging his baby close after their parents died while waiting for Sodapop to get to the hospital from Two-Bit’s house

Darry finding out that his baby had been jumped and immediately running to the abandoned lot to find him

Darry seeing his baby in the hospital, and realizing that he was okay

Darry having to put on a smile and reassure his baby that they wouldn’t get separated, and Ponyboy looking up at his oldest brother who gave up everything just to keep them all together, and in that moment, despite everything that had happened, and every unsaid conversation, having complete and utter trust in his big brother.

[shaeshaeboo]

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

Baby fever!satoru who has known you his entire life and has been married to you for more than 5 years. You guys are always lovey-dovey with no fights that could harm your marriage.

Baby fever!satoru who never had thought about having a child anytime soon. Until the happy couple decided to go shopping at the mall...

Baby fever!satoru whose attention started to drift away as soon as his six eyes caught the sight of a happy family. The bored albino silently watches as the happy couple interacts with the precious baby whose little chubby fingers reached for her mother's hair.

Baby fever!satoru who was mesmerized and couldn't take his eyes off the little family, watches their little interaction as the baby lets out a little laugh when her mother starts to pepper her chubby cheeks with little kisses.

Baby fever!satoru whose eyes leaves the family when you peck his cheeks to gain his attention back. He gives you a little smile and randomly starts to hug you.

Confused af!reader wondering what was this about but still hugging her husband back.

As time past you start to notice satoru wondering off in his whole other world.

Baby fever!satoru whose mind was filled with babies. He starts to watch more baby videos, when you guys go shopping he wanders off to the baby section.

Baby fever! satoru who was looking at baby clothes and tiny toys, wondering what it would look like to have a baby of his own with you. He pictured your house with tiny toys scattered around the living room, little scribbles on the wall, diapers in the bathroom trash, the pantry with baby snacks, the guest room as a little nursery, and you with baby food on your cheek.

Baby fever!satoru who has been more clingy than ever as he cuddles you and rubs your non-existent baby belly.

Baby fever!satoru who wasn't even paying attention to the movie, but had all eyes on you the whole night

Baby fever!satoru who confessed to you of wanting to start a family? And boy was he desperate...

“baby... I really want a babyyyy... I want to start a family with you, I want to watch our child grow- I want to become a grandpa!’’

You watched your husband as he was literally on his KNEES, you thought it was cute. So how can you deny this man? You are too in love with him. You also thought about having a baby so you two were on the right track.

So having your cute husband on his knees begging for a baby was a win-win right?

Baby fever!Satoru who was desperately making love with you tonight no protection and all raw, and... I don't think he is planning on stopping anytime soon... 'ᴬʷʷ ᵖᵒᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ'

[lizes-posts]

Backstage at WWE

Warnings : none

Dating Jey Uso had been nothing short of an adventure, but there was one part of his life you hadn’t been introduced to yet—his daughter. A little girl, just eight months old, from a previous relationship. You knew about her, of course, but you had never actually met her. Until today.

Jey had her with him at the arena, bringing her backstage while you were in your locker room. You hadn’t even realized she was there until you decided to grab something from the break room. The second you stepped inside, you froze.

Jey stood there, eyes red like he’d been crying, gently rocking his daughter in his arms. But she was crying too, her tiny face scrunched up as little fists waved in the air.

Without thinking, you walked over and carefully took the baby from him. She was so small, warm, and wiggly in your arms, but as soon as you started swaying, her cries slowed. Within moments, she had completely settled, her tiny head resting against your chest.

"She was probably hot," you murmured, carefully unzipping her tiny bear onesie and helping her out of it. She let out a little sigh, snuggling closer to you. You smiled, glancing at Jey. "What you trippin’ for?"

Jey let out a breath, rubbing a hand over his face. "Man, I don’t even know." His gaze flickered between you and his daughter, lingering on how easily she had relaxed in your arms. His lips twitched slightly, but his eyes were still clouded.

You adjusted your hold on the baby, bouncing her gently. "You stressing over nothing," you said, your voice soft.

Jey huffed a small laugh, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "It’s just… I ain't never done this before. Bringing her here. And you... I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about meeting her like this."

You blinked, tilting your head. "Jey, she’s a baby, not a damn WWE contract. You don’t have to overthink it."

That got a real laugh out of him. His shoulders loosened just a little as he watched his daughter grip onto you like she had known you forever.

"She likes you," he murmured.

You smirked. "Course she does. I got that effect."

Jey stepped closer, his fingers brushing gently over her soft curls. His expression softened, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. "Thank you," he said quietly.

You raised a brow. "For what?"

"For this. For not making this weird. For just… bein’ here."

His voice was thick with something deeper, something unspoken. You reached out and gave his hand a small squeeze. "You don’t gotta do this alone, you know."

Jey swallowed hard, nodding once before leaning down to press a soft kiss to his daughter’s forehead. Then, after a moment of hesitation, he leaned in and pressed another kiss—this time, to your temple.

"Yeah," he murmured, voice steadier now. "I know."

[naanima]

omg your daniel omega fic… so good. Have you thought about what happens next? Does Daniel just push aside his feelings? How frustrated is max?? Also this will be crazy when Daniel pops out a baby and it’s a max clone😭😭 giant fat cute and blond :(

So. I wasn't going to think about this. But now I'm writing up full on summaries for this fic. Ahahaha.

Max is Max, so he compartmentalize. He loves Daniel, and he loves Kelly. But Daniel is his own person, while Kelly and he wants to start a family. So he goes back to Kelly, but continues talking with Daniel bcos he loves Daniel.

Daniel angst, bcos he is Daniel. Over thinks on shit, and DOESN'T tell anyone he is pregnant till he can't hide it anymore. The baby comes early, and when it is born he is super thankful that he has Daniel's curls and brown eyes. BUT he has got Max's nose and mouth. Bcos the baby is born early Daniel tells everyone there is NO father, that it is ALL SPERM BANK YAY!

Daniel and Max stays friends, bcos Daniel doesn't want to cut Max out of his life. But he makes sure Max never meets baby Luca, and life goes on and they see less of each other. Especially when Daniel is now fully committed to Luca, and Max is trying to take that fucking shitbox of RBR into an championship car. Time passes, and Daniel is HAPPY (REALLY DAMMIT), but one day Luca comes home from his grandparents, and tells Daniel he wants to drive a F1 car.

So. Daniel hopes it is just a casual week long interest, unfortunately Luca is like both of his parents. And the kid dominates the Australian kids carting scene, so they move to Monaco. And Luca just keeps on getting better and better till one day he races against baby Verstappen.

And it is CARNAGE. And after the race Luca punches baby V in the face! There is shouting, screaming, crying. And in the middle of it all, Kelly arrives beautifully made up, sees Luca, and CLOCKS IT STRAIGHT AWAY THE VERSTAPPEN GENES.

And that's all I'm gonna say for now. Lols

[watermelonlovershigh]

"Y/n, I really want a baby!" /blurb/

AN: i started writing this the same day Gemma announced she had a baby but you know me, i'm a slow writer and proofreader. so sorry it took me a few days to have it finished and posted. hope you enjoy and make sure to leave your feedback. xoxo

This story contains: talks of wanting a baby, heavy persuasion, small smut scene, breeding kink maybe?

{ husbandrry - soft!harry - uncle!harry - current harry era }

word count- 1,484

After the pregnancy announcement of Harry's older sister Gemma, Harry has become sick with the case of baby fever and tries to convince you over and over to start having children now rather then later.

Ever since Harry has become an uncle to his sister Gemma's new little baby girl, he's had massive baby fever. And it's not like you're opposed to having a baby with Harry. Of course you want a baby with your husband of a year, boyfriend of nearly eight years. But your original plan was to wait for another year or two and that's what you were hoping to stick to. But Harry is mighty convincing.

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Gemma had invited you and Harry over to her little house back in Holmes Chapel that she shares with her long time boyfriend, Michal. Harry's been finished touring for about a month now so you had a bunch of free time to make the drive up there. When you arrived, you got the sense something was up. There was this sneakiness in the air that you couldn't ignore.

But that all ended after your dinner, as you sat on Gemma's nice plush couch, when she looks to you and then to Harry before blurting out, "We're having a baby."

Harry's eyes nearly bug out his head and he shouts, "What! Oh My God!!" He stood up from his spot on the couch as Gemma shook her head yes and walked over towards her, giving his big sister a big, warm hug. You allowed the brother - sister duo to have a moment before also standing up.

Once Gemma parted from the hug she had with her baby brother, because Harry never breaks hugs first, she reaches out to embrace you in a hug. "Oh My God, congratulations. To you both. I'm so excited for you guys."

Gemma whispers a, "Thank you." in your left ear before stepping back again.

After giving Michal a quick hug as well, Harry questions, "Wait, does Mum know?" His face is still in complete shock.

Gemma nods and responds, "Yeah, she was the second person I told. First being Michal of course. "

You each sit down again and continue the conversation, "I bet Anne sobbed when you told her."

Giggling, Gemma replies, "Oh yes. She first shouted in surprise, quite like Harry did, then cried. It was adorable and sweet."

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Later that night on your drive back home to London, you look over to the driver's seat and notice Harry has tears in his eyes. You can only see that in the dark because the street lights are reflecting off his shiny eyes. Quietly, you coo, "Harry, what's wrong? Why are your eyes all watery?"

He turns his head to look at you quickly before watching the road again, then answering, "S'just, m'so happy for Gemma. M'gonna be an uncle. But then it got me thinkin', one day m'gonna be a dad and m'gonna get to hold our small baby and care for it and love on it. They get to call me dad. Y/n, I really want a baby." After saying that last sentence, Harry lets a full blown sob come out. One that you debate whether or not to have him pull over because you don't want him to crash the car.

"Oh baby," you say in a gentle tone, reaching over the center console to run your hand soothingly up and down his arm, "it's okay. You're gonna be the best uncle to your niece or nephew and the best dad to our kids one day."

"But what if I don't want to wait for one day? What if I want kids now? Y/n, can we start tryin' for a baby?"

You giggle at his eagerness and respond, "We said another year or two, remember. But I'll consider bringing the wait time lower. Just let me have time to think on it.

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A couple weeks have gone by since Harry found out he was gonna be an uncle and his baby fever has yet to go away. You haven't gave him an answer on whether or not you want to start trying right now and Harry hasn't brought it back up either. He didn't want to bother or pressure you with answering such a big question. But, he has been bringing more persuasive hints your way.

For instance, the other day you were walking in the park and Harry spotted a little girl running up into her daddy's arms. Harry gets your attention at the sight and whispers, "Can you imagine, our little girl or boy runnin' into my arms? Where they know they'll be safe and loved. Of course your arms too but them feelin' love from their daddy is somethin' extra special."

And the imagine of that does get your ovaries tingling, you can't lie. Just picturing your child running into Harry's arms after a day at school, or after getting a little scrape on the knee, or when someone was being rude to them on the playground. Knowing their daddy will love and keep them safe. Ugh, maybe you do want a baby now.

Another time Harry has shown his baby fever recently is in bed. Right now you're on birth control so you still get to have raw sex and Harry takes advantage of that. Whispering in your ear while making love, "Gonna put a baby inside of you. Fill you up with my cum and give you all the babies in the world."

You breathed out while holding his body closer to yours, "You know I'm..... I'm on birth control, right?"

"Don't remind me. Let me just pretend, alright." Harry mutters while thrusting in to you with love and care. Obviously he knows you're on birth control and he'd never interfere with your medication knowing it's something you requested to be on for the time being. But that doesn't mean he can't pretend he's knocking you up.

And it's something Harry does, not just that time but several times following. Really every time you have sex after Gemma's pregnancy announcement where he got baby fever.

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What the final straw was to make you want kids now rather than wait until later was when Harry's niece was born and you saw Harry interact with her for the first time. A day after Gemma had given birth, she allowed you and Harry to come visit. Anne had visited first, obviously since she's the mum and grandma, but next it was you two.

When you walked into the hospital room filled with pink balloons and flowers, you saw Gemma propped up in bed with her baby cuddled to her chest. Michal sitting next to the bed in a chair. Gemma waves you both over and asks Michal to grab the baby from her arms and hand her to one of you. (you and harry washed your hands before entering the hospital room) He offers the baby to you first but you shake your head no and say, "Let Harry hold her first."

Michal hands over his baby girl to Harry and it's like some kind of instinct comes forth with how natural he makes it look holding a day old baby. Looking down at the small baby in his arms, Harry coos shakily, clear emotions in his voice, "Oh My God, Gemma, she's beautiful. So small and delicate."

The view in front of you was the best sight you think you've ever seen. Your husband holding his baby niece for the first time. And now all you can picture is you in that hospital bed, looking over at Harry but instead of his niece, he's holding your baby. The one you created together with the love you made. Maybe even doing some skin to skin contact.

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On your drive back home from the hospital, you blurt out, "Harry, I want a baby. Like right now." Harry nearly crashes the vehical. He has to actually pull over so he can make sure he heard you correctly.

"Y/n, what'd you say?"

"You heard me correctly, H. I want a baby right now. Not in a year or two. Seeing you with your niece today did something to me. Made my ovaries flutter and this big desire to see you holding our baby. A baby we made together." you explain softly.

Not thinking twice, Harry surges forward and crashes his lips to your. One hand cradles your face while the other settles on your thigh over the center console. Then breaking away to catch his breath, Harry smiles wide and speaks, "Yeah, you wanna make a baby together? When we get home m'gonna stuff you full of m'cum and get you so fuckin' pregnant."

His words turn you on beyond belief. And though you took your birth control this morning, you know tomorrow you're flushing the rest down the toilet. Harry knows the likelihood of getting you pregnant tonight is unlikely because you took your birth control today, but that isn't going to stop him from fucking you until his seed eventually sticks. Whether that takes days, months, or years.

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[chuunai]

baby daddy dazai ! who first feels a wave of panic when he sees the discarded positive pregnancy test in the bathroom trash can. you’re pregnant. with his baby. the thought of leaving you during the night briefly enters his mind, but it soon leaves after he remembers the promise to odasaku that he made. be on the side that protects people. well—that includes this baby, too.

baby daddy dazai ! who decides to bring it one night when you two are cuddling in your shared futon. he’s there to hold you as you cry and cling onto you, reassuring you that he wouldn’t leave and that’d he be there for you and the baby. later, when you’re calmed down, he insists on sleeping with his head on your stomach.

baby daddy dazai ! who’s there for you during your brutal first trimester. the constant morning sickness, fatigue, mood swings, etc. he lessens his suicide jokes and attempts, focusing on you.

baby daddy dazai ! who brags about your pregnancy at the ADA. instead of doing his work, he shows off your ultrasound photos—hanging them up on his desk so everyone can see. kunikida’s happy for you both, but he’s done hearing about baby this, baby that.

baby daddy dazai ! who marvels over your swelling belly, rubbing it hesitantly. he spent years taking lives, and now he’s made one with you. it terrifies and excites him. he’s glued to your baby bump—have fun trying to keep his hands off it.

baby daddy dazai ! who complains to your unborn child about work and how annoying chuuya is. as annoying as that redhead is, he’s deemed godfather of the baby. someone’s gotta pay for the expenses.

baby daddy dazai ! who refuses to let you do anything when you reach the end of your pregnancy, even learning how to cook your cravings so you don’t strain your body. you want to go pee for the tenth time today? he’s carefully leading you there. your waddling is funny, too, and so he can’t resist giggling. you shut him up with a swat to his head.

baby daddy dazai ! who can’t wait to hold your hand during labor. to see the product of your love and hold it in his arms. protect and love it, too. he hopes it’s a boy. odasaku’s name would suit his baby well.

Tags: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts

[hibiscusseaart]

they tried to make a pie for the family

didn't go as planned. it's a tiring process you know!

[goldfades]

i think i just died dead 😭😭😭😭😭

HES SO DAD ARE YPU SERIOUS?!?!

[skywalker1dream]

Title: Lost and Found in Monaco

Note: Helloo guysss, I can't believe it's been so long and so much has happened!! I started working, met new people and now we are good friends. I hope everyone is well and i you all are having a great summer! And OH MY GOD? 125 FOLLOWERS?? THANK YOU SO MUCH!❤️❤️

Sebastian vettel x fem!reader

Warnings: none?

Summary: let's just say one word "Soulmate's"

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Part one: The Soulmate's Myth

Sebastian Vettel had always known the stories. Everyone did. From the moment a child could comprehend language, they were told tales of the soulmates—a person born just for you, a perfect match that would make your heart sing. For most people, it happened quickly. A touch, a glance, sometimes even a name heard in passing, and you just *knew*. You’d feel the warmth in your chest, the invisible string tying you to someone else. It was as real and undeniable as gravity.

But for Sebastian, that connection had never come.

He was surrounded by stories of love and fate. He had watched with quiet envy as friends and family found their other halves. He heard about the rush of meeting your soulmate, the sudden certainty that you had found the one person who completed you in every way. But Sebastian, despite all his accomplishments and fame in Formula 1, despite being adored by fans around the world, was left with a growing emptiness.

As the years passed, Sebastian became increasingly convinced that something was wrong with him. Was he broken? Defective? He masked his worries with the thrill of racing, the roar of engines drowning out the silent fears that plagued him. But when the race was over, and the adrenaline faded, he was left with the cold, stark truth: he was alone.

The rumors started, whispers among the media and even within the paddock. "Why hasn’t Vettel found his soulmate?" they asked. Was it possible that one of the sport's brightest stars was meant to shine alone? Sebastian did his best to ignore the speculation, but it gnawed at him, deepening the void.

And then, there was you.

Part two: A Shared Loneliness

You were not so different from Sebastian. Born into a world where everyone had a destined partner, you had grown up with the same stories, the same hopes. But, like Sebastian, you had never felt that fateful connection. The years went by, and with each passing birthday, your hope dimmed.

It wasn't that you were unhappy; you had a good life, a solid career, friends who loved you. But there was a piece missing, a shadow that followed you no matter how bright the day. You were certain that you would never find your soulmate, that you would forever be the one left behind.

People tried to comfort you, to tell you that perhaps your soulmate was still out there, waiting to be found. But you had stopped believing in those words long ago. You went through the motions, attending weddings, celebrating friends' and siblings' soulmate connections, but inside, you were numb.

The idea of soulmates had once filled you with hope, but now it was a burden, a cruel joke that life had played on you. And so, you threw yourself into your work, into your passions, trying to fill the void with anything that could distract you from the painful truth.

It was your love of racing that brought you to Monaco that fateful weekend. As a lifelong fan of Formula 1, you had always dreamed of attending the Monaco Grand Prix, the crown jewel of the racing calendar. The glittering harbor, the streets transformed into a high-speed circuit, the world’s best drivers navigating the treacherous corners—it was everything you had imagined.

You were there to enjoy the race, to lose yourself in the speed and the spectacle. You had no idea that your life was about to change forever.

Part three: The Collision

Monaco was buzzing with excitement as the race weekend began. The narrow streets were packed with spectators, the air filled with the sounds of engines revving and fans cheering. You wandered through the paddock, trying to soak it all in, feeling a rare sense of peace as you lost yourself in the world of racing.

Sebastian, on the other hand, was in a foul mood. The track had always been one of his favorites, but this year, it felt different. The usual thrill was overshadowed by a persistent sense of unease. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something, something important. It gnawed at him, making him restless and irritable.

He was walking through the paddock, his mind elsewhere, when it happened. You were turning the corner, your attention caught by a display of racing memorabilia, when you collided with something—no, someone—solid. The impact sent you stumbling, your heart racing from the sudden jolt.

Sebastian barely registered the collision until he looked down and saw you. For a moment, time seemed to freeze. You were just a stranger, someone he had never seen before, and yet…

You felt it too. That strange, inexplicable pull, like a magnetic force drawing you closer to him. Your breath caught in your throat as you looked up into his eyes, eyes that seemed to hold the same shock, the same recognition that you were feeling.

Sebastian blinked, trying to make sense of the sudden rush of emotions. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen, was it? He had always imagined that meeting his soulmate—if it ever happened—would be a grand, cinematic moment. But this? This was something else entirely. It was messy and confusing and utterly real.

You didn’t say anything, neither did he. Words felt unnecessary, even impossible in that moment. But as you stood there, staring at each other, the crowd and noise of the paddock faded into the background. There was only you and him, and the undeniable connection that sparked between you.

Sebastian was the first to speak, his voice a low, uncertain murmur. “I’m sorry… are you okay?”

You nodded, still trying to process what was happening. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… surprised, I guess.”

He chuckled, a soft, almost nervous sound. “Surprised would be an understatement.”

There was a pause, a beat of silence that felt loaded with meaning. You could see the wheels turning in his mind, the same questions swirling in your own thoughts. Could it be? Was this really happening?

Finally, Sebastian took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. “I don’t know if this is crazy, but… do you want to get out of here? Maybe grab a coffee or something? I think we need to talk.”

You felt a smile tug at the corners of your lips. “I think you’re right.”

Part four: Discovering the Truth

The café was tucked away in a quiet corner of Monaco, far from the noise and chaos of the race weekend. It was the perfect place to talk, to try and make sense of the whirlwind of emotions that had taken you both by surprise.

You sat across from each other, two strangers bound by a connection you couldn’t explain. The initial awkwardness gave way to a tentative conversation, each of you sharing your stories, your fears, your doubts. It was surreal, how easy it was to open up to him, how natural it felt to be with him.

Sebastian listened intently as you told him about your life, your struggle to come to terms with the idea that you might never find your soulmate. It was a struggle he knew all too well, and as he shared his own experiences, you realized just how similar your journeys had been.

“So,” you said, stirring your coffee absently, “do you think this is it? That we’re… soulmates?”

Sebastian leaned back in his chair, his gaze thoughtful. “I don’t know. Everything I’ve been told about soulmates makes this seem… different. But maybe that’s the point. Maybe we’re not meant to fit into the same mold as everyone else.”

You nodded, understanding what he meant. This connection, whatever it was, didn’t feel like the stories you had heard growing up. It was more complex, more real. It wasn’t about instant love or perfection. It was about finding someone who understood you, who shared your fears and your hopes.

As the conversation continued, you felt the walls you had built around yourself start to crumble. With Sebastian, there was no need to pretend, no need to hide your loneliness or your doubts. He saw you, truly saw you, in a way that no one else ever had.

And slowly, the fear that had been with you for so long began to fade, replaced by something new. It wasn’t the all-consuming, fairy-tale love that you had been led to expect. It was something quieter, something deeper—a connection built on shared experiences, on understanding and empathy.

By the time you left the café, the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the streets of Monaco. As you walked side by side, you felt a sense of peace that had eluded you for years. You didn’t know what the future held, but for the first time, you were okay with that.

Sebastian glanced at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “So… where do we go from here?”

You returned his smile, feeling lighter than you had in a long time. “Wherever we want, I guess. Together?”

He nodded, a look of quiet determination in his eyes. “Together.”

And with that, the two of you walked into the night, leaving behind the fears and doubts that had haunted you for so long. You didn’t have all the answers, but you had each other, and for now, that was enough.

**Bonus Chapter: Future Dreams**

A few years had passed since that magical time in Switzerland, and your life with Sebastian had become everything you’d ever hoped for. The two of you had settled into a rhythm that was both exciting and comforting, filled with laughter, love, and a sense of contentment that you’d never known before.

But recently, you had felt something shift inside you, a new longing that had taken root in your heart. It started out small, just a fleeting thought here and there, but it had grown stronger with each passing day.

The catalyst had been a simple moment—watching Sebastian interact with children at a charity event. He had always been good with kids, but that day, as you stood on the sidelines and watched him crouch down to talk to a little boy who couldn’t have been older than five, something inside you clicked. The way he smiled at the child, the gentle tone of his voice, the easy laughter they shared—it made your heart swell with love for him in a way that was almost overwhelming.

You could picture it so clearly: Sebastian as a father, his strong, gentle hands cradling a tiny baby, his eyes filled with the same warmth and love that he always showed you. The image was so vivid, so real, that it took your breath away.

From that moment on, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. The idea of having children with Sebastian, of starting a family together, consumed your thoughts. You imagined what it would be like to hold your own child in your arms, to see Sebastian’s smile reflected in their eyes, to build a future that included more than just the two of you.

Sebastian, ever intuitive, noticed the change in you almost immediately. He saw the way your gaze lingered on families when you were out together, the way your hand would rest on your stomach as if imagining what it would be like to carry a child. He didn’t say anything at first, wanting to give you space to sort through your feelings, but he was more attuned to you than ever.

One evening, after a particularly heartwarming day spent with friends and their children, Sebastian gently broached the subject as the two of you were getting ready for bed. You were brushing your hair in front of the mirror when you caught his reflection behind you, his eyes soft as he watched you.

“Hey,” he said quietly, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. “Can we talk about something?”

You set down the brush, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “Of course. What’s on your mind?”

He pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. “I’ve noticed you’ve been different lately… thinking about something. I think I know what it is, but I want to hear it from you.”

You turned in his arms to face him, your heart pounding. “I’ve been thinking about us, about our future,” you admitted, your voice soft but steady. “About… starting a family.”

Sebastian’s eyes lit up with understanding, and he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs gently brushing over your cheeks. “You’ve been thinking about having kids,” he said, not as a question, but as a statement of fact.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I have. I can’t stop thinking about it, actually. Seeing you with children, the way you are with them… it makes me want that for us. I want to give you that, Seb. I want to have a family with you.”

His expression softened even more, a look of pure love and adoration filling his eyes. “I’ve been thinking about it too,” he confessed, his voice tender. “I’ve been waiting for the right time to bring it up, but I wanted to make sure you were ready.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you reached up to hold his hands, squeezing them gently. “I’m ready, Sebastian. More than anything, I want to build a life with you that includes children, a family.”

He leaned in and kissed you, slow and deep, as if sealing the promise you had just made to each other. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and he smiled, that soft, heart-melting smile that had made you fall in love with him all over again.

“Then let’s do it,” he whispered. “Let’s make a family together.”

That night, after your heartfelt conversation, you found yourselves wrapped up in each other, a sense of unity stronger than ever before. As you lay together in the quiet of your bedroom, Sebastian's fingers traced gentle patterns on your back, his touch both soothing and electrifying.

But there was something more in the air tonight—a different kind of intensity. The love between you had always been passionate, but this felt deeper, more purposeful, as if the shared dream of creating a family had added a new layer to your bond.

You turned to face him, your heart full as you looked into his eyes. "Sebastian," you whispered, your voice a little shaky from the emotions swirling inside you, "I want to start now. I don’t want to wait any longer."

His eyes darkened with understanding, and without a word, he pulled you closer, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was both tender and full of promise. The kiss quickly deepened, fueled by the desire that had been simmering between you all evening.

Sebastian rolled over, pinning you beneath him with a gentle but firm hold, his gaze locking onto yours. “Are you sure?” he murmured, his voice husky and filled with a raw emotion that sent shivers down your spine.

You nodded, your hands moving to slide under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingers. “More sure than I’ve ever been,” you replied, your voice breathless with anticipation.

That was all he needed to hear. He kissed you again, this time with a hunger that matched your own, his hands moving to explore your body with an urgency that made your pulse quicken. The world outside your little cocoon seemed to disappear as you lost yourselves in each other, every touch, every caress charged with the knowledge that you were creating something new, something beautiful together.

Clothes were shed quickly, almost frantically, as the desire between you became a tidal wave that you couldn’t hold back. Sebastian’s hands were everywhere, exploring, caressing, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The way he looked at you, with such reverence and need, made your heart swell with love for him.

When he finally settled above you, his body pressed against yours, the intensity of the moment hit you both. There was a brief pause, a shared breath as you both realized what this meant—this wasn’t just another night together, it was the beginning of a new chapter, the start of a journey you were both eager to embark on.

With a whispered “I love you,” Sebastian moved, and the two of you became one, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The passion between you was overwhelming, every touch, every kiss, every whispered word of love sending you spiraling higher. It was as if you could feel the future being written in that moment, your hearts beating in time as you both gave yourselves fully to each other.

As the intensity built, your hands gripped onto Sebastian’s shoulders, your body arching into his as you both reached the edge. And when you finally tipped over into bliss, it was like nothing you had ever felt before—deeper, more profound, a connection that went beyond the physical and into something almost spiritual.

You cried out his name, your voice filled with love and wonder, and Sebastian followed soon after, his own voice breaking as he whispered your name in return. The two of you held each other tightly as you rode out the waves of pleasure, your bodies trembling with the force of it, your hearts full to bursting.

When the world slowly came back into focus, you found yourselves still wrapped up in each other, your breathing heavy, your skin damp with sweat. But there was a sense of peace that settled over you, a deep, abiding contentment that came from knowing you were on this journey together.

Sebastian brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his eyes soft and full of love as he looked at you. “You’re going to be an amazing mother,” he whispered, his voice filled with certainty.

Tears welled up in your eyes at his words, and you smiled, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. “And you’re going to be the best father,” you replied, your voice thick with emotion.

He kissed you softly, and then pulled you into his arms, holding you close as you both basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your cheek, and it soothed you, lulling you into a state of blissful contentment.

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Note: hope you like it leve the comments don't be shy tell me bout your day or how is your summer going so far..❤️ ; [AND LOOK AT HIM OH MY GOD HE IS SO HDDHJDDBFHDBGVD❤️❤️]

[holdmytesseract]

moodboard by @mochie85 divider by @fictive-sl0th <3

Summary: It's been a long time coming... But now the day for you and Loki to say 'Yes' and enter the bond of marriage has finally arrived. A covenant for eternity.

Chapter Two - y/n's Bachelorette Party

Warnings for this Chapter: suggestive smut/light smut, partying, alcohol, dancing, talks of babies?

Word Count: 4,2k

a/n: So... This chapter is a little wild - as it should be, right? After all, this is Y/N's bachelorette party! 🥂

A huge shoutout in this chapter goes out to @sagitternolunaspace ! Thank you for helping me with the Midgardian (pre-) wedding traditions! Also a huge thanks to everyone who helped me along with this chapter and gave me ideas for the party!

💍 Chapter One °☆• Chapter Three 💍

Baby Fever Masterlist °☆• A Covenant for Eternity Masterlist (coming soon!)

Loki had barely returned from his little two-day mission, when he immediately went to see you, of course - and somehow on the way between the gym and your shared apartment, the both of you ended up on the common living room sofa; kissing and cuddling. Well... At some point rather casually making out; not wasting a single thought that anybody could just walk in.

"I missed you," you breathed into Loki's ear, as he was hovering above your laying body; head buried in the nape of your neck. Soft lips caressed the skin there, while one of your hands tried to tame his wild raven curls.

You could feel your fiancé smiling against your neck. The muscles in his upper body twitched as he pulled back and readjusted his position. He placed both his hands beside your head, causing his biceps to bulge against the leather.

"Words are not enough to describe how much I missed you, my love." His lips found yours once again, but when he wanted to pull back this time, you didn't let him and so Loki just took you with him; causing you to end up straddling his lap.

You could feel the god smirking in the kiss; big hands gripped your sides and roughly pushed you closer against his chest. Loki's lips muffled your squeak and before you could react was his tongue suddenly involved in the ever-growing passion of this little reunion.

Heat grew within your veins, and even though you still were in the common living room, you couldn't resist the temptation.

You rolled your hips against Loki's; causing the god to break free from the kiss. A low groan left his mouth, before his jaw dropped in the sudden wave of arousal which just drowned him.

You just smirked. It didn't happen too often that you were able to catch him off guard like that. "Seems like you really did miss me," you breathed; tucking on a few loose raven curls.

But Loki recovered fast and within the blink of an eye, your wrists were held together in the firm grip of your fiancè's right hand.

"Naughty girl..." His low, husky voice caused a shiver to run down your spine.

Now Loki was the one smirking. How the tables have turned...

The god moved his left hand from your hip to the hem of your t-shirt; his mission clear. But before he was able to complete his mission, a loud, happy sing-song voice, coming undoubtedly from the hallway bursted the little, steamy bubble you and Loki were in...

"Oh Y/N!"

Wanda.

Your friend scared you so much, that you flinched and literally fell off of Loki's lap - and almost from the sofa, "Woah!" but your soon-to-be husband caught you in time.

Not a few seconds later, Wanda, Nat, Jane and Pepper appeared in the doorway; giggling like a group of teenage girls.

"Y/N!" Wanda sang out again. "It's time, babes," added Natasha, while Pepper started to grin smugly. "Ooo, girls, I think we may have interrupted something." The blond woman referred of course to the position you and Loki were in... Him, manspreading on the sofa and you, well... A leg draped over his lap and hand on his chest.

Jane started to giggle, while the other three ladies were grinning broadly. "Of course, we interrupted something. We all know that they can't leave their hands off of each other."

Loki, being the smug and self confident god he was just smiled charmingly at your friends and ran a hand through his long, wavy raven curls. "Well, you can't blame Y/N, can you, ladies? I have that effect on women," he smouldered; winking.

While Loki had the perfect response at the ready, you just blushed and wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

"You have that effect on Y/N - and that's enough," Nat said with her arms crossed; stepping closer. The others followed her.

"No need to be embarrassed, babes." She winked at you. "Come on, it's time."

You blinked; were utterly confused now. "Time? Time for what?" The gorgeous spy rolled her eyes. "Ох, ради бога... (Oh, for god's sake...) Your bachelorette party of course! We've got only three weeks till the wedding, so come on!"

You blinked once again. "B-Bachelorette party?" "Yes!" The whole group chanted; giggling, before Wanda summoned a folded paper with her magic and let it float into your hands. Still taken by surprise, you opened it.

It was a list. A packing list.

"Go, pack your stuff! Departure is in 30 minutes!" Jane urged you on. "B-But, I can't just leave, I- Loki-" "Ah.Ah," your best friend cut in. "Mischief will survive two days without you." With those words, she grabbed your hand and pulled you to your feet. "You won't be mad at us for stealing your girl for the weekend, right, Mischief?"

The god sighed, but smiled. "I'm afraid I won't have much of a say in this, so... As long as you're going to bring her back to me unharmed..." His words caused the Widow to roll her eyes and the other women to giggle. "You do remember who I am, Laufeyson? Who we all are?"

Loki smiled. "Of course, Miss Romanoff."

About an hour, quite a few goodbye kisses and some hectic, chaotic and definitely uncoordinated packing later, you sat inside a fancy limousine together with your girls - and a bottle of champagne.

"Here's to your wedding, sweetie," Wanda proposed a toast and lifted her glass with the sparkling liquid inside. Pepper and Nat followed. "Here's to the fact that we are related soon!" giggled Jane and brought the glass up in the air as well. You smiled a bit tensed, but joined in. "Here's to me marrying the love of my life." You all clung glasses and took a sip. Shortly after, you felt the hand of your maid of honour on your shoulder; gently kneading the muscle. "Relax, babes. I know that we kinda assaulted you with this, but that's the fun thing about it. Don't worry, it's gonna be great." You smiled. "I know, Nat."

With the time passing, you indeed got more and more relaxed and were really looking forward to where your friends would take you. "Okay, girls, tell me... Where are we going and what are we going to do?" You asked, knowing very well that you most likely would get no answer.

All of them giggled. "Nice try, but we definitely won't tell you a thing," Pepper said. "Yes, let yourself be surprised!" Wanda agreed. You sighed, but kept on smiling. "Alright, alright! Just tell me if there's gonna be strippers involved, because if there are, Loki's gonna kill you all - and I don't want that."

Nat shook her head. "There's not, no." "I mean, we thought about it," Wanda giggled. "But I said that you won't probably want that, because 1) Mischief would kill us, like you said, and 2) You can get that every day, because you literally have your personal stripper, so..." The Widow explained and took another sip of the champagne. "That's right. We would've never find a man that's hotter - at least for you," Pepper said. You giggled, "Wise decision, ladies - and I mean, you got a point." and shrugged your shoulders. "If I think about it... I should ask Loki to strip for me way more often, 'cause I certainly miss something out if I don't..." The girls laughed and wholeheartedly agreed with you.

About two hours, another champagne glass and dozen party songs later, you and the girls had reached your destination. Nat blindfolded you and helped you out of the limousine, while the others 'checked if the coast is clear'. You were nervous, but also overly excited about what was to come. After all, you had absolutely not a single clue what they had planned.

"Okay, babes, are you ready?" "I think so, yep. Hit me." Nat smiled - unbeknownst to you, and led you a few steps forward. "Alright..." She started to untie the blindfold again, "I hope you are excited to spend Friday and Saturday here with us." and uncovered your eyes.

Slowly, you opened them; peeking at first. You could recognise a huge, quite fancy building. Curiously, you opened your eyes completely - and only mere seconds later they widened to the size of plates; jaw slacking. "Oh my gosh!" You squeaked up; taking everything in. "Is this... Is this what I think it is?!"

Your friends laughed and nodded. "Indeed," said Nat. "The spa hotel you always talked about," continued Jane. "With dozens of different saunas, swimming pools, wellness, a restaurant..." listed Pepper. "And in the 'basement' is a disco with a bar," giggled Wanda.

You squealed.

"A-And we're going to stay here almost the whole weekend?!" They all nodded again. "All inclusive, of course. Only the best for our bride." Nat winked at you.

"You all are insane, I- Ahhhh!" You quickly pulled your friends into a group hug; close to shedding a few tears of happiness. "Thank you all so, so much! I love you, girls."

Once Natasha had checked everybody in, three kind bellboy carried all the bags to two rooms on the same floor. You shared a room with Natasha and Pepper, Wanda and Jane shared one - which was straight opposite yours and Nat's. Then you all went to explore the rooms and unpack the bags. It was beautiful, luxurious and perfect for a weekend.

A spacious king-sized bed, big bathroom, balcony, walk-in wardrobe, mini bar and even a huge flat screen TV.

Your friends definitely spared no expense. That much was clear.

The first thing you all did was, of course, to explore the whole hotel and what you were able to do two and a half days. Turned out, there was a lot - like mentioned before by Pepper and Wanda, but also so much more.

Since you were the bride, you got to choose where to start. Being still a little high on adrenaline and excitement, your decision was easily made... The 'adventure' section of the huge swimming pool area with at least ten or fifteen different water slides. The moment you laid your eyes upon these, the kid in you screamed at you to go there.

Unfortunately, there was a problem you didn't recognise you had - until you were on the way to the women's bathing cubicles. "Girls..." You stopped in your tracks; eyes wide. "I don't have swimwear. You didn't tell me to pack something, so I didn't..."

Pepper, Natasha, Jane and Wanda exchanged a look, before they all broke into wide smiles. "Finally..." laughed Pepper. "She realised it." "We thought you'd never get to it," giggled Wanda.

You just blinked; looking incredulously at your friends - until Natasha started to rummage through her bag and revealed a little package; neatly wrapped in pink wrapping paper. "There was a reason why we didn't tell you to pack something. Besides, it would've probably ruined our surprise," she sat and handed you the gift. "Unwrap it!" Jane literally couldn't wait for you to see what's inside.

"O-Okay, thanks." You started to unwrap it, "Is it the obvious item I think it is?" and giggled - but your laughter immediately died in your throat when you held said item in your hand. It was a swimsuit. An emerald green bikini. And it wasn't just a swimsuit... It was probably the sexiest you had ever seen... Beautifully tailored and definitely able to show off your curves. Perfect for you.

You swallowed; taking in the piece of swimwear. "Um, girls... Are you sure this is a swimsuit and not lingerie?" They all giggled, but nodded. "We can confirm, it's a swimsuit," answered Pepper. "But we thought since you are about to get married and this is your bachelorette party, you could use something sexy, too, you know?" "Besides, it's definitely multifunctional. When Mischief sees you in this... He's gonna loose his shit," Nat winked at you.

You couldn't help but giggle girlishly. "I could be a bad, bad girl and send him a pic of me later; ask him what he thinks." A murmur went through the crowd. "Little minx," your best friend teased you, while the others just giggled.

Once you thanked your girls thoroughly and everybody got changed, you all made a beeline to the slides - and what could you say? You didn't have this kind of fun since you were probably a teenager. You didn't regret your decision even in the slightest. Nat, Jane, Pepper and Wanda loved it as well and so it was no wonder that you all spent the rest of this exciting Friday in that department of the hotel.

Around 7 p.m., everyone returned to their shared hotel rooms, in order to shower and get ready for dinner. The hotel also had a restaurant - of course, and it turned out that the food was absolutely delicious. With bellies full of delicacies, you all pondered about what to do for the rest of the evening. A decision was rather quickly made.

"Again, babes, you are the bride... Your decision."

You remembered your best friend's words and decided to pay the disco downstairs a visit. After all, you had every reason to celebrate, right?

You were currently standing inside the spacious bathroom; changing into your cocktail dress before Pepper, Jane and Wanda would come around. It was literally the first ten minutes (besides showering) you had for yourself. A few moments to breathe and take everything in. With your one hand helping your body to slip into fresh underwear, the other hand went to press your fiancè's name on your phone in order to give him a call. It was time to finally get in touch with him... You tapped on the speaker button and let it ring, but Loki didn't pick up. Shrugging your shoulders you ended the call.

After you were done, you switched with Nat.

Fifteen minutes later, everyone was ready to go - the other girls as well and so, you went downstairs together.

The disco was huge for a 'hotel disco'. A spacious, fancy room with a bar, bar stools, bar tables, some sitting accommodations, a mirror ball, and of course a big dance floor in the middle. When you arrived, the party was already in full swing. It was crowded, but not overly crowded. Perfect conditions.

The first thing you did was, of course, going to the bar and getting drinks; drinking a toast to your upcoming wedding, the bachelorette party and friendship.

After that you stormed the dance floor; taking all your friends with you.

In the middle of the crowd, Nat called suddenly out to you; literally screaming through the music and singing people. "Babes, your phone is ringing!" You had placed your mobile on a little bar table at which your best friend stood; taking a break from all the dancing and having something to drink, while you were currently dancing with Wanda.

"What?!" You yelled back; letting go of Wanda and turned to face the Widow. "I said your phone is ringing!" "Who is it?!" "Wait, I'll check." There was silence for a short moment. "Your Disney prince!" She answered with an audible smile. "Can you-" "Already on my way!" No five seconds later, you had your mobile in your hands.

"Thanks!" She just winked at you. "No phone sex, yeah?! We are in a disco, babes!" You rolled your eyes and shook your head, but also couldn't stop yourself from grinning. "Shut up!" Nat laughed and watched you leave for the toilets.

It were small moments like this which reminded you why Natasha was your best friend.

"Hey, babe," you happily answered the incoming call, "I know, I texted you that I'd call again, but well... I'm sorry." and bit your lip. "Where have you actually been? You hardly miss a call from me."

On the other end of the line, Loki stood beside a huge black party bus. The bass of the current song could be even heard outside, like the god noticed. "Hello, darling, I-" He didn't get really far to explain something... One of the bus doors slid open; revealing a definitely tipsy Tony. "Reindeer Games, 'r ya comin' back now?!" The billionaire literally yelled at the god. Therefore you weren't able to overhear it.

A frown formed on your forehead. "Loki, I- Is that... Was that...? Did Tony just- WHAT? Babe, what the hell are you doing? Where are you?"

Without answering Tony, he stepped further away from the bus; swallowing hard. "Well, love, I... I am at my bachelor party."

You blinked; brain seconds away from a restart. "What? Really? The boys took you out for your party at the same time?" "Seems like it, yeah..." Loki agreed; running a hand through his raven curls - unbeknownst to you.

"Well..." You started to smile. "As I can hear, you followed my advice and gave them a chance..." At the other end of the line, Loki smiled as well. "Yes, I did." A beat of silence passed, before... "Well, where are you? What are you doing? Spit it out, soon-to-be-hubby! I'm curious!" You demanded in a playful tone; giggling.

"I am afraid I don't know. My brother, Stark, Laing and Banner ripped me rudely out of my reading session three hours ago and since then we are, um, driving around in a party bus, did Lasertag and uh now, we are really partying. Lots of music and lots of alcohol."

You giggled. "Yep, sounds like a bachelor party. I'm excited to hear what you'll tell me tomorrow. Or well, rather where this journey took you and-" "Y/N! Our song is on!" Jane's voice cut suddenly through the air and your sentence; echoing through the empty ladies bathroom. "Oh my gosh, I'm on my way! Babe, I gotta go. We are at the disco and mine and the girls song is on!" Loki smiled - something you weren't able to see either. "Alright. I won't bother you any longer then. Have fun, my love." "Thanks! Have fun, too! But please look after yourself and don't drink too much, yeah?" "I promise, but only if you promise me the same, darling. I love you." "Yes, I promise! I love you, too."

You quickly hung up and literally stormed back to Wanda, Pepper, Jane and Natasha, who were already dancing to the song. "Come on, babes!" Nat squealed and took your hand; pulling you into the dancing circle.

"I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want!" You started to scream along the lyrics; pointing at Jane - who jumped on the train, of course.

"So tell me what you want, what you really, really want!" She hollered back at you; showing off her amazing dance moves.

"I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig ah!" You answered with the next lines of the song, before everybody joined you in singing.

"If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends! Make it last forever, friendship never ends!" By now you were all laying in each other's arms; fully embracing the song. Neither you, nor your friends cared about what the people around you were thinking. This was your bachelorette party - and you had every right to celebrate and be happy.

A few drinks, dances and songs later, you and the girls made their way back to your rooms. You weren't absolutely hammered. Nobody was. But definitely drunk.

It was quite late, when you and Nat found the way into the spacious king-sized bed you shared. You'd share with Nat anyway nearly anything. She was your best friend after all...

The following Saturday started very lazy for you and basically everybody else, too. You weren't the only one who had to sleep off your slight alcoholic intoxication and because of that didn't leave the bed until 11 a.m... Therefore turned breakfast almost already into lunch.

It was definitely time to get to the wellness part of this little trip. While the sauna called out for Nat, Wanda and Jane, the Thai massage sounded really inviting for you and Pepper. So, the group split up.

Ten minutes later, you found yourself laying on a massage couch; face down - gazing through a hole in the head support. Nothing but a towel was draped over your bum; covering little of your naked skin. You didn't care, though, just like Pepper. The massage you received from the two women standing beside the massage couch was exquisite.

You heard Pepper sigh in satisfaction. "Yep...," You answered almost drowsy. "I wholeheartedly agree, Peps."

After the massage, you and Pepper kinda switched with the other three girls. They went to get a massage as well and you and Mrs. Stark headed for the sauna.

Again you wore nothing but a towel, as you sat down on the wooden bench beside your friend. "Have you already called or texted Tony today?" You asked; looking at the blond woman. She just laughed and shook her head. "No, not a chance. I know him. He's probably still sleeping off his drunkenness somewhere." "I haven't heard from Loki yet, too... I texted him, but it seems like he isn't addressable yet either." Pepper turned to face you; smiling. "Well, it must've been a good bachelor party then." You giggled. "Apparently, yes."

Once the both of you had sweated enough, you took a shower, swam a few rounds and then rejoined with Nat, Wanda and Jane, in order to slowly round off your bachelorette party - and one of the private whirlpools was your chosen destination. Nobody else was around. Just you and the girls - and five glasses of champagne.

You all clinked glasses; smiling. "Thanks for this, girls. I absolutely enjoyed it. Best bachelorette party ever." "That's great to hear," started Wanda. "Means we made the right decisions."

Everybody laughed and took another sip of the expensive liquid.

"Now, babes... Tell us... What are you looking forward to the most in this new chapter of life?" Your best friend asked. "I mean, getting married is a big step, after all." Jane and Pepper agreed. "Especially when getting married to Loki. I think we can all say that we never expected to see Mischief marrying someday," said Wanda; giggling - to which also everyone agreed. "You turned him into a better person, babes. Can't deny that." Jane nodded at Nat. "She did, definitely. Thor tells me the same at least twice a week... What a good influence she is on his brother and how good she is for him."

You couldn't help but blush and smile sheepishly. "Well, I... All I did was giving him a second chance in life. A chance nobody thought he deserved." You swallowed hard; thinking back to the days how everyone looked at Loki through spiteful eyes.

"I felt that there was so much more behind those beautiful blue eyes. Not just the villain and power-hungry god he seemed to be. Because he's not. He's so much more. All he needed was someone who truly cares about him. Who listens to him and well... Who shows him love." "Aww..." The girls cooed. "That's beautiful," said Pepper. "That's true love," swooned Wanda. "Yes, but you didn't answer my question, babes." Natasha winked at you.

You smiled. "Well... Honestly? Everything. Sharing that deep bond with Loki - and with that the rest of my life. Calling him my husband..." A pleasant shiver run down your spine at that thought. "And well, I, uh, I wouldn't say no to start a family." You blushed in an even darker shade of red. It was something you never revealed to somebody besides Loki.

"Ahhh, oh my gosh, yes!" Your friends squealed; completely excited. "Please, Y/N, yes! You gotta! I wanna become an auntie!" Jane was completely excited. "Me too!" Agreed Nat. "Besides, you have the actual privilege to have a baby with that man. There are about a million ladies out there, who'd kill for a baby from Loki." "Nat!" You gently slapped her arm, but couldn't help but smile. She just shrugged her shoulders; smirking. "It's true, babes, and you know it." "Plus, you are going to have so much fun making that baby," Wanda commented; wiggling her eyebrows. You laughed, "Oh definitely. I absolutely don't doubt that, but..." and shook your head; your demeanour suddenly shifting very quick. "I talked with Loki about it and he, uh, he doesn't want kids. He made it very clear. I accepted his decision, of course, because I love him and didn't want to lose him."

All of the girl's jaws dropped. "He really said that?" Asked Jane in disbelief. You nodded. "Yeah... Repeatedly. He says he doesn't know how to handle children and that it has never been a priority in his life." "Ouch... But I can understand him. It's his choice and he has his reasons, so..." Nat said and the other girls nodded. "That's what I thought, too. I can't pressure him into this. I never would."

After a thoroughly relaxing day in the wellness area of the spa hotel, you all went back to your rooms; had a shower, packed the few things you had and just enjoyed the evening together.

On Sunday morning, it was already time to say goodbye again and the fancy limousine who drove you to the hotel picked you and your friends up again, in order to drive you back home.

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A Child in Your Arms

Prompt: Baby Fever

A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62721625/chapters/162109054

Tommy hovered above the building in his LAFD chopper, helping to put out the massive fire that had erupted over the apartment complex. The 118 was on the ground while the 217 had been called in to help deal with the fire from above, as well as rescue anyone who had made their way to the roof.

“Kinard, how are we looking?” said his captain over the headset and he replied, “Looks like we’re clear! No stragglers up top and the smoke is clearing. Looks like the 118 has gotten the rest of it contained!” and he couldn’t help a little bit of pride come through in his tone, and his captain picked up on it, because she said, “Yeah, yeah, we get Kinard. You’re proud of your boyfriend,” and he laughed and shook his head, especially when Sal shot him a look from the co-pilot’s seat.

“You do know your boyfriend isn’t the entire 118, right, Tommy?” Sal said over the headset, and he gave him a look.

“Yes, I am aware of that, DeLuca. Now, let’s get this bird back on a level surface and help them with the last of the ground rescue,” he said back to him, bringing the chopper back down to the ground.

As they landed, however, a call came over the general radio signal, Captain Nash saying, “Hey, looks like we’ve got an baby coming out with Buckley and Diaz! Be prepared with an infant ventilator just in case of any heavy smoke inhalation!” and Tommy’s heart clenched.

God, not a kid.

He practically leaped from the pilot’s seat as he made his way over to where he saw a familiar six-foot-two frame come into view, towering over the rest of his teammates.

…And curled up in his arms, wrapped in a blanket, was a baby that looked to be just barely over a year old.

Tommy ripped off his helmet and made his way over to him, as they were rarely ever on calls together, and at the same time Hen and Howie pushed past him to check on the little one—but just as all three of them got close to Evan, he lifted his helmet and smiled and said, “Don’t worry, she’s good. She was on a lower floor, no smoke inhalation, just a happy little girl who I think probably wants to see her mom pretty soon…”

Howie then said, “Yeah, her mom was just put into an ambulance, was asking about her little girl. Apparently her name’s—”

“Anabelle. Yeah, I saw her name on the wall of her nursery,” Evan interrupted, still smiling, but now turning his head to the child in his arms. “She was wide awake and quite happy to be picked up. Weren’t you, little one?” he said, pitching his voice up, and Tommy felt his stomach swoop.

“Aw, look at you! You’re a natural, Buck,” Hen said. “But we still have to take a look at her…”

Begrudgingly, he handed her over…and Annabelle immediately started fussing, tossing her head and letting out small sounds of discomfort.

Howie then said, “Here, let me hold her,” but she continued to fuss and move in such a way that they couldn’t get a reading, and then Tommy watched as Evan said, “I think she wants me to hold her,” and pulled her back into his arms, where she immediately settled.

“Oh, so that’s how it is,” Howie said, looking annoyed, and Tommy chuckled and shook his head and said, “You know, Evan…kids love him,” and his friend snorted and quipped, “Probably because he’s still a kid at heart,” and then moved forward and gently helped Hen in administering a few checks on Annabelle, taking her vitals and checking her respiration, which were all good and clear, and as they finished Howie said, “She’s all good. Little bit of a miracle considering that fire…”

Tommy absently nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from the little girl in his boyfriend’s arms.

Evan cooed at her and held her perfectly between the curve of his bicep and forearm…and the airman’s heart was suddenly in his throat.

Hen and Howie walked away, while Tommy moved forward and said, “Hen’s right, you know. You’re a natural,” and his boyfriend shrugged and repeated Tommy’s words, “Kids have always liked me, what can I say?” and then looked up at him, his blue eyes looking brighter through the soot on his face.

“You wanna hold her?”

What?

“What?”

Evan chuckled and adjusted Anabelle in his arms and said, “C’mon, just hold her for a second, it’s not that scary,” and Tommy shot him a look, eyes wide, about to tell him that he was not someone who should be holding a baby—but at seeing the earnestness in his boyfriend’s eyes, he nodded and took her into his arms, noting just how small she was, looking even smaller in his arms than in his boyfriend’s, and he was terrified, fully prepared for her to start fussing, just like she had done with Howie and Hen…and then was taken off guard when she merely gurgled and reached a hand up towards his face.

Unsure of what to do, as he had spent very little time with infants, the airman lifted his other hand and offered his fingers to Anabelle—which she immediately grabbed—and somehow it felt that she had grabbed his heart at the same time.

Oh, boy.

As he stood there, holding her, Athena approached them from the side and said, “Well, look at you two. You’re both naturals,” and Tommy flushed and ducked his head, pretending to be more focused on the baby in his arms than the appraising look she was giving him. She then added, “We put in a call to CPS, but it seems they’re a bit backed up and won’t be able to come out for a few more hours…and since she seems to have taken a shine to the two of you…”

Tommy felt his entire body stiffen up at her implication—but before he could say anything, Evan said, “I’m at the end of my shift, and I’d have to swing by Maddie’s for a few things, but I’m sure I could keep an eye on her,” and he suddenly wanted to press a kiss to boyfriend’s lips right then and there.

Athena gave him a once over and then nodded.

“Sounds good. Are you okay with this, firefighter-pilot Kinard?” she asked, and he felt like a deer caught in headlights…

…and was proud of himself when he managed to say, “Yeah, it’s fine. I’m done with my shift in an hour or so and can go home and help him out until CPS can swing by,” and the sergeant nodded and for some reason he felt her stamp of approval was worth more than he realized.

She then turned and walked away, and Tommy looked at his boyfriend and gently handed Anabelle back to her.

“So, I’ll see you at home?”

Buck grinned.

“See you at home…”

--

By the time Tommy made it home, he was more worn out than he had been expecting. After the apartment fire, there had been a precarious rescue that he’d had to use a considerable amount of energy for, and he was feeling the ache of it all the way down to his bones.

“Evan! I’m home!” he wearily called out, dropping his bag at the base of the stairs…

…and then he froze when he walked into his living room.

Laying on the couch, softly snoring with a baby on his chest, was his boyfriend looking like something right out of his secret domestic daydreams that he never thought would be able to come true. His heat clenched at the sight in the same way that it did back when he had first seen the two of them at the fire. He had never thought it was possible for him to be a father—hell, he was almost afraid to be one after having gone through hell with his own father—but now everything had changed.

He had someone he loved and trusted that he knew he was going to have a future with, as well as a firefighting family behind him that would be there for both of them, no matter what. Hell, he or Evan could probably commit murder, and they would still find a way to help them.

And now he wanted children with him so badly that he found himself wishing once more that he could get him pregnant.

Shaking his head, he muttered to himself, “That’s not happening,” and moved to grab the wedding ring quilt from the back of the couch and draped it over both of them, thinking about how soon he would be calling his boyfriend his fiancé.

Evan shifted.

“Tom…Tommy?”

 The airman smiled.

“Yeah, I just got home, baby. Don't worry about it, go back to sleep,” he said, gently tucking the blanket around them, wrapping them up in a way that he hoped to do with Evan and their own child someday. Anabelle shifted slightly against his boyfriend’s chest, reaching out one small hand to grasp at the collar of his shirt and he felt an emotion that he couldn’t quite put a name to just yet, and quickly blinked away tears and left the room as quietly as he had entered, heading upstairs to shower.

By the time he had showered and changed, he could hear that they were both awake and headed back downstairs to join them, and Tommy smiled when he saw Evan bouncing her on his knee, saying in that same soft voice from before, “And we’re riding the horsey! Up and down, up…! …And down!”

She gurgled like before, stretching a hand out to him.

Once more the urge to put a baby into him hit the airman with the force of a punch to the stomach, and he shoved it down.

Instead, he said, “Well, look who’s awake,” and grinned when Evan locked eyes with him and turned Anabelle around in his arms, settling her in his lap, and said, “And look who’s home! Anabelle, this is Tommy, you met him at the fire…want Tommy to hold you?”

…his heart skipped a beat when she smiled and reached out her tiny little arms towards him, making grabbing motions with her hands.

“Oh, I think she wants you to have a turn,” his boyfriend remarked with a raised eyebrow, and Tommy slowly walked forward and then carefully lifted her into his arms, still baffled that she wanted his attention. He usually scared kids because of how big and scary he looked—but Anabelle seemed perfectly content being held by him, patting her hand on his chest as she looked up at him with large blue eyes that he swore were the same shade as Evan’s.

She blinked and he swallowed down the odd sensation that had risen in the back of his throat.

“She’s…she’s pretty amazing,” he finally said, and Evan nodded.

“Yeah, she is. Also, I fed her a couple hours ago, but she probably needs to eat again. I, uh, I got some stuff from Maddie’s,” he said as he stood up and moved towards the kitchen, “And she gave me a few options for her to try. You, uh…you wanna feed her this time?” he asked, and Tommy hesitated…but then nodded.

He waited with Anabelle in his arms as Evan pulled out the bottle of formula and then gently warmed it, putting a bit of it on his wrist to check the temperature before handing it over to him…and then he found himself with a little girl curled up against his chest with two hands wrapped around the bottle as he held onto the end of it, marveling at how she looked up at him so trustingly. As she ate, he noted the onesie that she was in.

“Is this one of Jee’s old onesies?” he asked, recognizing it from photos, and Evan nodded.

“Yeah, Maddie gave me a few, just in case she spit up or something. It looks cute on her, right?”

Tommy nodded.

He finished giving her the bottle, Evan rambling on about something as he got out a few more things for her (just in case, he said), and then suddenly his boyfriend’s cell phone rang, and he picked it up…and then less than two minutes later he paused and looked over at Tommy and said, “Uh, it’s…it’s Athena. Katie, Anabelle’s mom, is doing good and will be able to go back home tomorrow. So, instead of CPS, she’s asking us if we can keep her for the night? She’s already cleared it with them and with Katie, too, so…are you okay with that?”

If you had asked him that very morning if he was ready to take care of a baby overnight, he would have said no…

…but now with her soft warm body resting trustingly against his shoulder, he found himself nodding.

“Yeah, we can do that.”

Evan suddenly gave him a smile so wide, he swore it would split his face, and then he said to Athena over the phone, “Yeah, we-we can do that. Maddie gave me all the stuff, so we can take care of her for the night. Uh, give us the address and we’ll make sure to drop her off tomorrow at her mom’s…”

Tommy found himself smiling at hearing the eagerness in his boyfriend’s voice and bounced Anabelle against him slightly, pleased when he heard her burp, and then said, “We’ll take good care of you, sweetie. Promise.”

And then the rest of the evening went by surprisingly quickly.

The airman was taken aback at how many things Maddie had given them, including a crib that Evan put together in their room in just a matter of minutes with an ease that spoke of experience, and he thought that he must have done it before with Jee whenever she had stayed with him at his old apartment.

The two of them then worked together to make sure that she was changed and clean and then put her to bed, the two of them tired themselves, having no more energy for anything else then wrapping their arms around each other as they slipped under the covers and fell asleep, both of them with one ear out for Anabelle. It helped that they were both used to short bursts of sleep from their years of firefighting, so when she stirred about four hours later, Tommy barely even thought about it as he got up and patted her back until she resettled, knowing that she was most likely restless because she was sleeping in a new place.

The next morning was surprisingly easy, considering that they had an extra mouth to feed, one that had decided that mashed peas were not breakfast food—not that Tommy disagreed with her.

“I think we’re gonna have to forego the peas and just go for the yogurt,” he said, staring in amusement at his boyfriend who had green mashed into shirt.

“Yeah, I think so, too,” Evan said, wiping his cheek where a bit of mashed pea had gotten mushed into his stubble. “You take care of the yogurt while I go and get a clean shirt and shave,” he said, standing and handing him the spoon he had been using while Tommy chucked and shook his head.

He then looked down at Anabelle and said, “Okay, little one. Let’s try this instead…”

Eventually she was eating yogurt of the spoon like it was the best thing she had ever tasted, and the sight of her excited at every bite had him grinning like an idiot, and he knew that if his friends could see him now, they would probably be shaking their heads at the tableau of him feeding her in her high chair—another item that Maddie had donated the night before, the woman had thought of everything.

By the time she had finished eating, it was obvious that she needed another onesie, and Tommy very gently removed her and changed her…and by the time he was done, Evan had emerged from upstairs showered and clean.

“Got a call from Athena, Katie is home and eagerly waiting for her daughter. Shall we go?” Evan said with an excited inflection.

Tommy nodded, feeling an odd reluctance to take her back, but knowing she needed to go home.

“Yeah, let’s get her home.”

They eventually got her into the car seat that Evan had installed in his car just for moving Anabelle safely, and then Tommy found he couldn’t keep his eyes off her as they drove over to where Katie was staying, at her sister’s condo until their apartment could be cleared and they could go back. He stretched his arm back, uncaring of the strain in his shoulder as she held onto his finger, savoring the closeness.

Eventually they pulled up the driveway and Evan gave him a look and said, “You ready to give her back?” and he nodded.

“It’s hard, but yeah. I mean, we only took care of her for one night, but…”

His voice trailed off and his boyfriend nodded and said, “Yeah, I know. Kids are like that—they just sneak into your chest and make a space in your heart and before you know it, you’re ready to kill anyone that might hurt them. It’s kind of amazing how fast it happens. I remember the first second I met Jee, I knew that I’d step in front of a bullet for that kid. Don’t worry, Tommy…great thing about it is that there’s always room for more love.”

He nodded, swallowed hard, and they unloaded and went to the front door and knocked, handing her off to her excited mother, who swept her up into her arms and said, “Oh, Anabelle Lee! My sweet girl, I missed you! Were you a good girl for them?”

Tommy smiled and said, “She was perfect.”

Katie gave them both a look and said, “Thank you so much for taking care of her…and if you ever want to babysit again, I might just ask the two of you. She doesn’t like practically anyone except for me and my sister,” she added with a laugh, bouncing her daughter on her hip. “I do hope she didn’t put you out too much.”

“Not at all,” Evan said with a wide grin, waving his fingers at the little girl. “She was an angel. And…and we’d love to babysit. Right, Tommy?”

He nodded.

“Yeah, anytime.”

They parted with an exchange of numbers, and by the time they got home he started to feel the weight of the last eighteen hours finally hit him and he let out a long sigh and shook his head as they walked through the front door, the high chair still standing on the other side of the island in the kitchen. He stared at it for a long moment…and then said, “I’d like to have kids someday,” and heard Evan’s footsteps come to a sudden stop behind him, and then added, “With you…”

Hesitantly, his boyfriend replied, “…Really? I mean, you really mean that?”

Tommy turned and gave him a long look and then stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him in and nodded and repeated, “I wanna have kids with you. I mean…you’ve always been a natural, and even though it’s harder for me—well, I think it’s worth the effort.”

Evan gave him a slow smile, the kind that made the corner of his eyes crinkle in the way that he loved.

“I think so, too…”

They briefly brushed their lips together—and Tommy suddenly knew exactly when he was going to ask his boyfriend to marry him, and he grinned.

Just one step closer.