#baby i love you and i cannot be at your beck and call!!!

[pegging-satan]

Caleb who’s really devoted to you. Whatever you want, you get.

Caleb who’s so desperate for your attention he’s not afraid of being absolutely pathetic

Caleb, who’s unhealthily obsessed with you, walking the precarious tightrope between sanity and madness.

Caleb is loud, he’s vocal, he’s shameless and he’s possessive. He’s protective and he’s also an absolute freak. Down horrendously.

Caleb loves every single thing about you, the way you behave, the way you look, the way you smell, the way you taste, the sound of your voice, the way your skin feels so soft against his. A complete sensory treat.

He believes he doesn’t even need food or water to live. If somehow it was possible for him to just have you and nothing else in his life it would be enough nourishment for him.

He’s loving, he’s caring and he’s kind, he wants everyone to know he’s taken and that you’re the one he belongs to, and that he’s your loyal servant, always there at your beck and call. He cannot stay away from you.

He cannot stop touching you. “You feel so good. Just a little. No one will know. God, you’re so warm.” His hands explore your body with reckless abandon. He cannot stay away or hold back when he’s around you. His hands shamelessly groping, massaging, pinching, gliding over every inch of skin. In his office, in his room, standing beside him. No place is inappropriate

He loves the way you smell. He wants to live in that scent. He doesn’t even need air. He wants every single part of him bathed in it. Christened with your love. You’re shaking, you’re leaking, you’re trembling and he won’t stop until his uniform is soaked wanting to infuse the fabric with your sweet, musky scent, it turns him on so much so it is no surprise he keeps the previous day’s used underwear on him, in his pocket as a reminder of you <3.

His gloved fingers sliding in and out, in and out as you’re sat on his lap quivering. Tears falling.

Riding his thigh as he works and spurs you on as you pathetically grind against him till you cum on his uniform pants wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling his nape as you cry.

He’s your slave and your master. He wants every single possession of his to be touched by you. You soaked his uniform, but his boots still remain untouched :( oh well ‘suppose it’s time to get on that, isn’t it? You’re kneeling, hugging his leg again pathetically whimpering as you seek the stimulation you so desperately crave, while he looks down at you with the adoration reserved for a god.

His hand in your hair, making you look up at him, your face wrecked by tears. Eyes glassy and half-lidded, cheeks flushed and tear-stained. Lips puffy and pink, a trail of drool on the side of your mouth. The sight drives him insane, especially when you desperately rub your head against his knee like a cat. The feelings that conjures up for him are indescribable.

He’s a busy man, he has work. But he can multitask. Thats why you’re on his lap, as one hand glides over screens and the other lazily strokes your heat. Aw baby, she’s drooling already, you like that? He says giving you light slaps and pats there. He’s shameless about it though, he’s giving orders to his subordinate while playing with you so languidly. But if he sees their eyes dart to you even for a millisecond, it’s a death sentence.

“Yes baby I know you don’t like feeling empty down there, here, this will help” he says as he slides the muzzle of his gun up and down your sensitive, soaking folds, before pressing it in, further and further until you’re impaled on it, moving slightly to feel it in you. Oh, it’s so debauched and filthy, but god, does it feel good. Perhaps that’s why you’re into it. It’s so unconventional and dangerous, but you’re into it.

And so is Caleb.

[n00n3h3r3]

Does he understand that i am not constantly fused to my phone?

[acidinduceddaydreams]

First Real Love with Skz

Skz x reader who was in a toxic relationship before them

Synopsis: In which you experience love, the real kind, for the first time.

Warnings: major tw for trauma in terms of mental and physical violence done by a significant other. Please don’t read if this triggers you.

a/n : this fic was my baby for a long time. Now it’s yours, please look after it. I pray it brings some comfort to you!🫶🏼

Chan:

He feels honored that you choose him to be apart of your life.

Doesn’t pry too much when you bring up your past. If you want to tell him you will and he’s content with that.

He finds you so incredibly intoxicating. He can’t believe that someone would ever treat you badly. He would fight tooth and nail to make sure you’re always happy.

Literally so in love with your more childlike/ whimsical view of the world now that you two are together. Your personality definitely changed for the better once you met him and realized that being safe should be a prerequisite in a relationship.

Minho:

Doesn’t ask about your past relationship much. Mostly relies on you telling him about it when you feel comfortable enough.

Absolutely at your service!!! If you’re having particularly unpleasant or difficult feelings or are in your own head he’s at your beck and call. Whether that’s cooking for you, feeding you (which you won’t admit you like) or even leaving you alone for a bit.

The babies (his cats) are by your side 24/7 to ground you and get you out of your head because “ they wouldn’t want their mom to be sad.”

Changbin:

Cannot fathom the idea of someone hurting you in any way whatsoever without wanting to beat them up.

Unlike Minho, Changbin will not leave you alone if you’re having a particularly bad day. He thinks you’re so precious so he will never leave your side even in a particularly bad situation.

Binnie gives the best cuddles!!!! I am 100% convinced. Cuddling is a must! It’s like free therapy. (He, himself is free therapy but wbk) his hugs and cuddles make you forget about what’s going on in your head bc binnie’s cuddles make everything better.

Hyunjin:

He’s appalled that someone could treat another human with disrespect and violence let alone you!

He’s your number one fan in everything you do. Celebrates your small wins just as grandly as the big ones. Oh you ate breakfast today. Suddenly your name and “I’m so proud of you” is all he knows how to say.

Paints with you. Yk when you put the canvases parallel to each other and paint something for the other person. Yeah you guys do that all the time as a grounding technique but also just as a way to show love to one another.

Jisung:

He’s so good at reading body language!!!!!! He is absolutely crushed when things like holding your hand or stretching his hand out to touch your cheek make you flinch, not because he’s mad or angry at you but rather at the person who ever dared to treat you this way.

Wdym personal space? Hannie’s never heard of it. He’s so good at getting you out of you head. He knows what triggers you and sometimes know when something will trigger you before you do.

He’s so attentive bc why wouldn’t he be when he has you to look after. This boy loves you so much and he shows it every day.

Felix:

Bakes for you!!!!!! Sometimes you two bake together but he usually does it in advance to you telling him you need a little extra love today.

So in love with you. Tries to show you the beauty that you are because you haven’t felt beautiful till you met him. “Oh baby you look even more gorgeous than you did yesterday, I didn’t even know that was possible.”

You remind him of sunshine and he reminds you of the sun. Clearly neither of you can exist without the other.

Seungmin:

He is super playful and witty naturally but he tones down the more mocking side for your particularly hard days. He loves you in ways that you didn’t know you could be loved.

On regular days though you two share a similar sense of humor. He loves that about you. Never lets it go too far though.

Absolutely a sucker for you. The boys tease him for being soft for you but he doesn’t care. You’re his baby and he doesn’t care who sees that.

Jeongin:

This boy is so whipped for you. He always listens to you even if what you have to say is something he has no idea about. It feels so amazing to have someone listen to you. To truly listen. He makes it look easy even though listening and not interrupting is quite hard.

He’s not a big fan of skinship but your hands are always within his and he loves it. He’s genuinely so feral for it but you don’t need to know that.

He’ll make sure to show you how someone treats someone they love every day. He’s so attentive and that makes going to him whether it’s with a problem or just to talk so easy because you know there’s no judgment from him.

[whillywisp]

Part 2 of Finnick being the most amazing dad/doting husband because I'm sure this is just therapy for my darlings with daddy issues and, well, issues🌱

Warnings: a little long, a little angstier today, implied mention of what happened to finnick. But still as fluffy as yesterday.

Part 1 ☁︎

If Finnick was caring and terrified during the pregnancy, multiply that by ten thousand and that's him postpartum. This man was convinced the very air his family breathed was out to get them. He refused to sleep because he was scared something would happen if he dared to get some rest but after you very gently (you yelled) explained to him that he cannot stay up for three nights straight because no Finnick the baby doesn't need to be held twenty five-eight please for the love of god get some damn sleep, he finally got some rest.

Recovering from pregnancy is a whole other nightmare but he made it bearable. Finnick's favourite thing in the entire world, as previously stated, was taking care of you. So you know he was at your beck and call round the clock. He helped you shower, helped you move around, stayed up with you during night time feedings so you wouldn't feel alone. He cooked every meal and made sure you had everything needed within an arm's reach. Sometimes you were so overcome with love for him that you would tug him close and pepper his face with kisses because where on earth would you find someone as gentle and caring and loving in this miserable world as this angel right here? Nowhere thank you.

But it was seeing him with her that had you convinced you saved a country in your last life (well, in this life and while it was group effort—) to be able to witness something so pure and gentle.

Finnick held his little girl like he she was made of the finest glass and would disappear if he so much as breathed too loud near her. His wide eyes traced every movement, every twitch of a muscle, every breath your baby took. If her little hand curling around his made his pretty eyes gloss over, you absolutely saw it and you made sure to tease him about, for which you were met with embarassed smiles but no denials. He wasn't ashamed of loving his family and least of all his baby girl.

But every spring came stained grey from winter's shadow, still lingering around the corner as if seeking spring's warmth too. And Finnick's past, to him, felt a bit like that.

What happened to Finnick was not a secret he carried in his pocket folded up with a list of names who still bragged of their contribution to his survival or hidden behind forced smiles anymore. What happened to Finnick was public and while he is as not at all at fault for it, humiliation and self-hatred didn't have a mind of its own and regardless of the circumstances and the people that were at fault for everything, he still blamed himself, he still dreaded the day his baby, his entire world, found out what happened. And he told you about it of course.

"What if...what if she hates me?"

You looked up from the book you had been reading, glancing at him where he lay on his back. Your daughter, now nine months old, fast asleep on his chest and your voice a little incredulous as you whisper back. "I'm not sure if you noticed but she worships the ground you walk on."

The smile he gives you is forlorn and pressed into the top of your daughter's head. He blinked, looking away from you and in the blink of an eye you had dropped your book, uncaring where it landed and gently craddled his face in your hands, wiping away tears that stained his emrald green eyes.

"Angel—"

"I don't want her to find out," he sniffed, tightening his arms around your daughter, taking a shuddering breath before continuing. "I do-don't want her to find out. She'll hate me. She'll think I'm so weak. I was so weak."

You sighed, gently pressing a kiss to his forehead before wiping away tears that escaped his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. Rage and grief burned in your heart with vengeance and you wished, not for the first time, the need to rip those wealthy capitolites to shreds with your bare hands, to make these vile people disappear, praying they'd take the pain they inflicted on him away with them.

But instead you used the same hands and pulled him close, letting him cry into your chest as you wrapped your arms around him and your daughter, whispering quietly but firmly to him. "Finnick Odair, those years of you life were bleak. Those years of your life were harsh. And you were a lot of things during them: broken, hurt, abused. But you weren't weak. You survived, you made sure to survive because you knew you needed to survive to be free. That was your way of winning. And if we raise this baby right, she'll love you regardless, hell even more, when she finds out. I love you and I agree with you on just about everything. But this, this I refuse to because the man i married, the boy I fell for, is a survivor."

He peered at you through wet lashes, sniffling softly as he pressed a kiss to your chest and then the top of your daughter's head: his quiet way of saying 'I love you. Thank you for being my light.' You let out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding, tightening your arms around your family.

You weren't lying when you said your daughter worshipped the ground he walked on. He was her hero. She followed him around the house since the minute she started crawling, screamed for him every morning and only calmed down when he picked her up and out of crib and in the most Finnick fashion, loved you in her gentle ways. She got that from me, he would say smugly as you had to eat another fistful of mushed baby food because of course your daughter picked that her way to show her love for you after having seen Finnick feed you fruit earlier. You would glare at him over her little sprout hair, identical to the one his hair was tied into on her highness' orders, your heart threatening to explode in your chest from the sheer amount of love it was filled with.

Your daughter was not only growing up to be the most precious child in the world, but she was also terrifyingly bright and understanding, even at such an young age. On days she noticed Finnick's need to be quiet or when he was too overwhelmed by everything, you noticed her making a conscious effort to stay quiet and keep her noises to a minimum. If Finnick needed time alone, she wouldn't bother him but spent her time with you, telling you about how daddy needs his quiet time and you had to hold onto the cushion behind you on the couch to hold back from crying, completely baffled at and extremely grateful that you both were raising an angel like her. But you weren't all that surprised when you thought about it a little more deeply. She was, after all, her daddy's little girl.

The day she starts kindergarten feels like the most emotional episode of the worst soap opera possible because you woke up to them...crying. And saying their goodbyes as he tearfully packed her lunch and did her hair, as if she was off to war. And it took quite a while to coax them both out of the house because I love you both but we cannot be late on the first day you guys please. But on the walk to kindergarten it was peaceful and full of laughter, because they could both pretend this was just their morning walk.

But of course, the tears were back when the gates closed with the promise of keeping them separated for three hours.

"What if she gets hungry and can't open the lunch box?"

You frowned looking up at him, shaking your head. You both were standing outside the gates to the school along with other worried parents, some taking a break from said worrying to side eye you both, something you had learned to tune out years ago.

"Finnick, she showed us she can open the lunch box just fine before we left home."

"But what if she can't here?" He insisted, looking down at you like you were the insane one for not considering that scenario. You sighed, grabbing his hand and tugging him away from the gates, trying to ease his worries.

"I promise you if she needs help with that, she will ask her teacher," you smiled at him, pecking his lips gently to stop him when he opens his mouth to voice another bizarre worry. "She'll be fine. She's our kid, she'll be perfectly fine."

He cracked a small smile, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you both start walking back, giving in with a small chuckle. "Yeah, okay. Maybe we should get a puppy to keep us busy now since she wants to do all grown up things go to scho..."

You look up at him as he suddenly trails off, confused as you catch him staring at something thoughtfully in the distance and follow his gaze to freeze against him slightly. In the distance, still as grey and imposing as ever, was the abandoned building which once held District 4's career academy. Strange feelings that always came with seeing it, both good and bad and nostalgic, make you tighten your grip on his hand and his around your shoulders.

Less than a decade ago, only a few metres and a small canal away from the kindergarten that your daughter now attended, children like her were being trained to kill, you and Finnick being a part of them. The thought of that still makes your blood run cold but the relief that rushed in right after, knowing your baby would never have to do that, is enough to let go of another hour of the countless you had spent in there, training to survive a system bigger than the arena could ever be.

You took a deep breath, forcing to maintain your light tone as you forced both of you to continue moving. "Heard they're building another school there, to keep the spirits of learning still alive and all that."

He smiled, kissing the top of your head fondly. "And I assume you want to help out in that?" The cheeky smile you had given him was answer enough but for him, it was like a sigh of relief, of brighter days no longer stained with gloom of his past.

People and places had changed to accomodate this new change, this everlasting spring, and maybe he was looking forward to letting his soul do the same too.

A/N: i agree this might've gone slightly offtopic in certain places but bare with me. I can't decide if want this to be the end or write more. But I hope you enjoyed this regardless of these things. All my love 🌱

[yautjalover]

“This thing records everything you see, right?” Ashaki asked Dhare, flipping his mask over to inspect the sleek underside.

He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “Sei’i. I have to activate it for that function to work.” The Yautja took a step closer trying to sus out the reason behind his mate’s questions.

Her lips quirked up on the side and she nodded. Ashaki shot to her feet, his mask clutched beneath her arm, and headed to their bedchamber. Dhare was hot on her heels, determined to take back his mask.

Only the gods knew what mischief his little human was up to.

“Kiki,” he growled in warning.

Ashaki spun on her heels abruptly, forcing him to halt before he barreled into her. Her honey brown eyes shimmered with secrets that he wanted to coax out of the little woman.

“I want to do something special for you,”

“Like what?” He asked, his mind trying and failing to piece it together.

“Something that you’re not allowed to watch until you have some downtime on your hunt tomorrow. I just need you to activate it. Don’t come in here no matter what you hear or smell.” She instructed with a little smirk, propping her fist on her hip.

Dhare grunted in his throat, “I cannot afford any distractions in the field.” He chuffed.

“Baby, you’ll want this one.” Ashaki snorted, stroking one of his locs casually. “Please? I promise you’ll love it.”

After a few long moments of thinking the Elite relented with a heavy sigh. He tapped a few buttons on his gauntlet and watched Ashaki slip into their bedchamber in resignation.

✨ Two Days Later ✨

Dhare was running high on adrenaline after yet another successful bounty. He had found a quiet spot in the foreign city to proper clean the shiny new trophy that not hung in a net bag at his hip. The city was quiet, much of the denizens resting for the night cycle.

With shaking hands he jerked his codpiece off and hissed when the cool air blew over his rigid erection. It was one of the side effects of a hunt gone well. He went to deal with the issue at hand when he remembered the odd request Ashaki had made. A hint of irritation surfaced as memories of her moans echoing through the door had nearly driven him insane.

She asked him to not come in, and like a hound, he obeyed.

“Gods how I have fallen to be at the beck and call of a prey female…” he chuckled.

It didn’t take long to find a new video in the database on his mask. Clucking his tongue against his chops, he allowed it to play.

His little goddess had recorded an intimate video pleasuring herself. Ashaki had positioned his mask at exactly where he’d be looking directly at her purple sex, as if he were there himself. He snarled at the sight, quickly relieving himself multiple times before the video even finished.

“When I am finished with you, you will need my assistance to walk, little goddess.” He hissed as he replayed the video a second time.

[agustdiv1ne]

hi the best writer on tumblr! please can i get a hard dom!felix? <333

ahdhshfh hi nonnie ^^ and yes you can!! (nsfw under the cut - sir kink, degradation, spanking, toy usage)

felix, in the eyes of the outside world, is soft.

smiley, gentle, and ever so hilarious, practically everyone that he meets has only pleasant things to say afterwards. such a lovely boy, they would swoon, so sweet to his girlfriend. none of them are wrong, not in the slightest. felix is, by far, the best boyfriend that you've ever had. always attentive and constantly at your beck and call — even when you tell him that he doesn't need to be.

"i wanna take care of you," he always responds. "so let me."

in bed, however, your gentle, sweet little lixie tranforms. he's borderline mean. throwing you around, calling you names, teasing you with rough hands and a condescending tone...yet you cannot deny that you completely, utterly enjoy it. and when you misbehave? well, he has some extremely effective methods of putting you in your place.

smack!

"s-seven!" you cry out, voice whiny and thick with tears. "'m sorry! i'll be good, sir! i promise!"

"should've decided that earlier, baby," he growls. another sharp swat to your ass echoes throughout the room, mixing with the yelp that tears from your throat; and while he can be mean, felix is not a monster. his palm soothes over your heated skin, and when you don't say your safe word after a quiet check-in, he takes that as a sign to keep going. he tuts. "couldn't wait 'til we got home, huh? you just had to act like a whore in front of the boys. now look where that got you."

you cannot seem to find words to respond with, your thoughts muddled and foggy and there's words that you wish to say but you just can't get them out. the action of thinking itself is much too burdensome when the only thing filling your senses is felix, felix, felix.

you bury your head deeper into the sheets below you as you pathetically sniffle, drool staining the soft fabric. another blow, and tears finally begin their descent down your cheeks, coupled with a ruined sob.

"how many was that, slut?" you hear from somewhere far away, vaguely recognizing the voice as your boyfriend's through your foggy headspace. you, evidently, do not answer him as quickly as he would like, when his knee sinks into the mattress next to your head and one hand grips your cheeks hard, jerking your head up so that you meet his fiery gaze.

"i asked you a question," his says, tone low and dangerous — it causes your breath to stutter in your chest for a moment. "don't make me repeat it."

you stutter for a moment before you take a deep breath, eyes glazed over as you gaze up at him. "eight?"

you know by the disappointed purse of his lips that you've royally fucked up.

"flip over," he orders, and you immediately obey — an attempt at softening his impending wrath. he leaves the bed for a moment, body disappearing over the side of the mattress. he rises with your wand vibrator in hand before he's settling back between your legs.

"you wanna cum?" he questions, one eyebrow raised when you nod in rapid succession. "do you think you deserve it?"

"please-"

a quick, stinging swat to your thigh cuts you off. his scowl has returned. "do you deserve it?"

"no," you murmur, eyes trailing away from him in embarrassment. he grabs your chin, his thumb slipping between your lips for you to suckle on, guiding your eyes back to him.

"you don't," he agrees. "so you're not going to tonight."

you are unsure when he placed the silicone of the wand against your clit, not until it buzzes to life against you on its highest setting. it causes you to squeal, your legs attempting to close only to be halted by felix's torso. his thumb removes itself from your mouth, his hand moving to your thigh to reveal your center to him once more.

"keep your fucking legs open, brat," he says over your noisy cries and incoherent begging. your hands grip the sheets and your legs quake as you feel the tendrils of your high starting to curl around your stomach, all hot and heavy and too much, please, too much.

the peak of pleasure is within your reach, and it seems as if he can tell, pulling the vibrator away from your clit to drag across your inner thighs. you sob, lungs burning and chest heaving while your hips buck up to chase the pleasure now floating away from you.

he laughs, fucking laughs, at your misery, turning down the toy to a much lower setting. "you're funny, baby, thinking you'd get away with that. now."

the toy returns to your center, and your breathy whine morphs into a scream when he turns it back up.

"let's see how much you can take until you break."

[mellowswriting]

Your dad!Din series has me melting 😭😭😭 any chance you could do something about din helping the reader through labour? I think he would be such a supportive partner, particularly through a long labour. No pressure, you're such a talented writer!

a/n || I will forever be weak as hell for Dad!Din. thank you for this request! I loved writing it 💛

Din started formulating a birth plan approximately three hours after the two of you found out you were expecting. The shock finally started to wear off and the excitement really starts to set in - you’re carrying his baby. The two of you are bringing a new life into the world, a child to be cherished the way all children would. The way his buir taught him to. His research starts that very night as he holds you in bed, one hand cradling your belly and the other holding his holopad. He’s too excited to sleep, anyway. 

More than once, you’ll find little notes he’s made to himself, all scrawled in his neat handwriting; what to expect in every stage of labor, how to help you work through the contractions, what to do in the moments after the babe is born. Sure, there will be plenty of doctors and nurses there to help you along but he’ll be damned if he isn’t fully aware of everything that’s happening. 

Your contractions start just before one in the morning, four days before your due date - and all of his prep comes in handy. He doesn’t argue when you go for a quick bathroom break, but he’s quick to herd you back into bed. He knows how important it is for you to rest in these early phases. After encouraging you to drink some water and setting up the heating pad for your back, Din snuggles up into bed with you. As you fall back into a somewhat easy sleep, you feel his hand drift over your belly. 

“I can’t wait to meet you, little one.” His low voice is the last thing you register as you slip back to sleep. 

This man has been whipped for you from the beginning so it's no surprise when he’s at your beck and call. You’re more than happy to let Din fawn all over you - you are bringing his child into the world, after all. He has plenty of your favorite snacks on hand and keeps you well-hydrated. All it takes is you wincing and putting a hand on your lower back for him to lay you out on the bed and give you a massage that has you melting. 

But all of his knowledge and efforts cannot sway nature. Afternoon arrives and you aren’t progressing as quickly as you expected. You both know why, but Din doesn’t hesitate to remind you as you ride the wave of another contraction. 

“This is your first baby, cyare.” He murmurs in that low, soothing voice as he massages the tense muscles in your lower back. “A big baby, too. He is mine, after all.” 

His little comment manages to pull a slight chuckle out of you. For a rough moment, all of Din’s prep disappears at the sight of you so exhausted. He hates seeing you like this but he’s quick to push that thought to the side. This is about you. A plan formulates in his head and within moments, he’s easing you into the bath. Scented oils swirl in the warm water and as he watches you relax, he can’t help but feel a sense of pride. Moments like these make it obvious to him that this is where he belongs in this universe. By your side. Taking care of you. 

The moment things start actually progressing, Din has to take some calming breaths. He’s just so fucking excited to meet his kid. He can see that same excitement in your eyes when he gently tells you it's time to go to the med center. It’s quite a sight to see - a six-foot-tall wall of beskar carrying two massive pastel-colored bags and pushing his heavily pregnant wife in a wheelchair. While the other staff gives him a wide berth, your doctor walks right up to the two of you with a smile. It’s impossible for her to be intimidated by the man who cried the moment he saw his baby on the 3D ultrasound. 

Din helps you get settled into the room, fretting over you just as he did at home. You can’t help but laugh at the surprised looks on the nurse’s faces as they watch him carefully tuck your hair out of your face and press his forehead to yours (through his helmet, of course). He takes off his gloves to massage between your hips as you breathe through contractions but he doesn’t stop when they ease. He just works your shoulders and up your spine, too. Anything for the woman bringing his child into the world. 

Your nails dig into the back of his hand as the contractions begin in earnest. All you can do is take it. It isn’t time to push yet. You aren’t dilated enough. Round after round of contractions come and there’s only so much Din can do to distract you from them. He watches as you pace and steps in to support your body weight as you stop to breathe through each contraction. He feeds you ice chips and murmurs praise low in your ear the moment you can breathe freely. 

It’s late in the evening when your body is finally ready to push but your mind isn’t. You’re so damn exhausted that you’re nearly delirious with it. 

“I can’t, Din.” Your voice breaks around his name as the tears start to fall. “I’m just so tired. I can’t do it.” 

“Oh, sweet girl. I know you’re exhausted.” Din murmurs as he pulls off every scrap of armor, save for his helmet. He’s careful not to hurt you as he wedges himself behind you in the hospital bed. Your weight sinks back into him. “You’re doing so good. You’ve worked so hard and we’re almost there. Just breathe with me, cyare. Just breathe.” 

He places one hand on your chest and feels the shaky breath you draw in. 

“Good. Give me another one.” 

Din holds you there, just breathing together until you feel less shaky. You’re still exhausted but there’s an air of determination about you. You’re going to have this goddamn baby, if only so you can get a fucking nap afterward. He helps you bear down with every push. His cold beskar is a stark relief to your overheated skin as he hooks his chin over your shoulder. Between each push, Din rests back with you and praises your hard work (even as you curse him for getting you pregnant, to begin with). 

An hour later, Din watches his son come into the world with an indignant cry. The doctor places your son on your chest and covers him with a pale yellow blanket. His cries soften into little coos and grunts at the feeling of your warm skin against him. The moment he looks up at you with those dark eyes - Din’s dark eyes - a stuttered breath rocks through you. Din isn’t any better. He cries beneath his helmet as he cradles you both in his big arms. His fingertips carefully run over his head, teasing his dark wispy hair. 

Once your placenta comes and the initial checks of the baby indicate that he’s strong and healthy, your doctor urges everyone out of the room for a few moments of privacy. Din removes his helmet the moment the door closes. He wipes the tears from your cheeks and kisses you softly before resting his cheek on your shoulder to just look at his little boy.  “Look at him… He’s just perfect.” Din whispers, his voice thick with emotion. His arms tighten around you as he continues. “Thank you, cyare. I can’t… thank you.”

[vroomvroommuppett]

Hi! Could we get a smutty and fluffy follow up to the Sev x Jay x Reader story as it ended with “let’s put a baby in you”. The fun night and then afterwards about loving being together and having a family. ❤️

yes, yes we can

here is the one anon is referring too

a/n: i apologize. this is the first smut i’ve written in a while

notes: you’re a graphic and interior designer that worked from home; you decided to hyphenate jay and kelly’s last names, and are all severide-halstead (throuples are known and legal), but co-workers will call them their respective last names still sometimes

this was longer than i intended but i hope this is what you were wanting! i don’t mind going more in-depth into any of the topics i covered in this, as well as the other thouples i have listed here

when you finally got home, you were pushed up against the door by kelly while jay locked said door. jay came up behind you and started kissing your neck and you let out a moan when he hit your sweet spot. kelly tapped your legs and you wrapped them around his waist. when you and kelly broke apart, jay was the first to speak,

“c’mon babes, let’s take this upstairs, so we can worship our milf properly.”

kelly maneuvered you so you were thrown over his shoulder and took you upstairs with jay. once on the bed, everyone started stripping. they gave you a few orgasms before alternating coming in you, and once when they were both in you at the same time. the whole night was moans, profanities, statements, and screams.

“look at you, all ready for us” “i cannot wait until these are filled with milk” “i/we can’t wait to make you a mommy” “i can’t wait to make you daddies” and so on.

next shift, they would both get teased.

intelligence

“well looks like halstead got some after defending his wife”

“oh shut up ruzek. i think its sweet”

“what can i say? i love my wife and husband”

51

“damn severide, you look like you got mauled by a lion”

kelly just looked at casey confused

“your back?”

kelly goes to the mirror and looks at his back. there were fingernail scratches all up and down it.

“this stays between us, matthew”

matt just laughed and kelly sent a text to your group chat.

a few months later you weren’t feeling well and realized you were late so you went to the store to get tests. all six of them were positive. when kelly and jay came home, you gave them a bag each with a test. when they opened it, they both looked at you then your stomach then back up at you. kelly was the first to speak

“you’re pregnant?”

you just nodded, with tears in your eyes. both came and hugged and kissed you. throughout the pregnancy they were at your beck and call. when you went to find the gender, you not only found it out, but you also found out you were having twins, both which were girls. once everyone found out, they were so excited and helped in any way they could.

when your daughters were born, after a very long and painful labor, it was hard to take them away from jay and kelly. they wanted to protect them from the world. they would thank you for giving them your daughters and you were just in awe at how quickly they became professionals.

you named them fallon james severide-halstead and blakely jade severide-halstead.

they loved being at home with their girls and loved helping when you would get clogged ducts and in general. when the doctor cleared you for sex, will and connor took the twins and they went at your pace.

a year later you got pregnant, again.

life with them was amazing, and once your third baby was born, jay retired from working, and helped with them while you worked from your at-home office, and when you were pregnant with your fourth, kelly moved to ofi for consistent hours, and a less dangerous job, and you couldn’t be more grateful.

your last pregnancy you got pregnant with twins, again, and once they were born, you all decided that 6 was enough.

[reputayswift]

7, 26, 34, 58, 62, 90 and 96 (and any one that you want to tell the world ab) 💖🫶

Aye aye, Captain 🫡

7. So American / Olivia Rodrigo 🇺🇸

“He's got hands that make hell seem cold / feet on the dashboard / he's like a poem I wish I wrote"

26. Slim Pickins / Sabrina Carpenter 🤠

"Guess I'll end this life alone / I am not dramatic, these are just the thoughts that pass right through me"

34. Let It Happen / Gracie Abrams 🌦️

"I'd bet all my money that I / will lose to you and hand you my life / here's to hoping you're worth all my time / I might barely know you, but still / don't love you yet, but probably will / turn me into something tragic / just for you, I let it happen"

58. Normal Thing / Gracie Abrams 🎥

"I practiced speeches in private / I was impressed with my every line / I think we call that performing / that's not how I wanna spend my life"

62. Tough Love / Gracie Abrams 💛

Starting to believe the rumor that the songs are scrambled after your top five because I cannot think of a single line from this song to save my life 🧍‍♀️

90. Read Your Mind / Sabrina Carpenter 💌

"You say that you need to be alone / but night and day want me at your beck and call / you say you know that you might be crossin' a line / wastin' all our time / to think that we could be casual / you're not my friend and baby, you never were / why the fuss if you say you just wanna be mine?"

96. Camera Roll / Kacey Musgraves 🤳

"Anyway, thanks / for all the nights and the days / and everything that you gave / I'll never erase it / there's one where we look so in love / before we lost all the sun / and I made you take it"

[sayosdreams]

you know, if I had to write a new acotar baby fic, I’d do it in a way where u get to see the kids grow up and be a disappointment to their parents

“A disappointment?!”

Yeah. Kids are never what u imagine they’ll be. They don’t fulfill your expectations. They’re not a mini- you. They have their own personalities and like/dislike, their own dreams and moral codes and priorities.

I want the bat boys to have sons who hate war and fighting.

I want feysand to have a quiet nerd child who hates going to parties or doing physical activities or painting. “Why can’t I stay in?” They ask, and feysand is worried bc why is their child so quiet and antisocial?? They only seem to have a couple close friends and never go to parties. Rhys keeps telling them to exercise, Feyre keeps saying she’ll support them no matter what they choose to do (in a “u can be an artist!” Way) but their child isn’t interested in that. They love theories and history and academics. Their eyes light up when learning fun facts and uncovering archaic knowledge and the satisfaction of solving a complex math problem with astronomical applications.

I want a elriel to have a righteous social activist child who thinks that their mom is a pushover and cannot stomach the fact that their father not only betrays ppl’s trust and privacy by spying, but also tortures people (not saying that I support elriel but if they end up together). “How could you do that to people, having gone through it yourself?” they ask, staring down at Azriel’s hands which are littered with scars — hands that have endured and inflicted so much pain. They can’t bare to look at their father anymore. It’s like their child’s world shatters when they understand who their parents rly are, and a rift grows. (PS I don’t think Elain is ‘just a pushover’ but this is for this characterization)

I want one of their kids (Nessian / Elriel / Feysand) to go into modeling or pole dancing and their parents don’t get it. They’re like “oh we worked so hard so you could do whatever u wanted, why are u selling your body like this” but it’s what their kid wants to do and the kids is just pissed that their parents are ashamed. “Some people are forced to sell their bodies, why won’t u appreciate that u don’t have to?” Their parents ask. But freedom to choose your life means more that living out what your parents want. It means doing what you like. And for the kid, modeling / pole dancing is an art form. They love expressing themselves through their body. It helps their self confidence and it’s just something they’ve always loved.

I want one of the kids say that their dream job is something typically associated w work maids do in acotar (cooking / cleaning / clothes-making) and their parents again don’t get. Why would you want to collect trash? Why would you want to make cook for other people unless you have to? Why would you want to be at someone else’s beck and call? But it’s because the kid loves community, loves helping, loves the act itself. And again, their parents belittle their dream without realizing it bc they don’t get it.

I want one of the kids to decide that they aren’t ever having children. I want one of the kids to declare that they’re leaving the Night Court (and maybe Prythian?) as soon as they’re able to bc they hate it. I want the kids to challenge Rhys’ (and the IC’s) morality and authority to rule, and the choices they’ve made. I want them to be gay and trans and aro/ace. I want them to lead lives their parents don’t understand.

Because that’s what kids are, really.

[ittybxttykxttytxtty]

Hello, fair warning. This chapter gave me deep feelings. Please understand that my feelings are required to be in capital letters.

He'd heard the way you'd slammed the door on your way out of his apartment that night. He knew how hurt and upset you’d been. But when you’d started crying because he had been planning to go out again, he'd wanted to comfort you– tried to–but you'd rejected him so easily instead. And that hurt him deeply. Because Matt had always thought you were different, that you understood him. That you loved him for who he was–you'd certainly always assured him that you did. 

I HAVE NO WORDS. MATTHEW. MICHAEL. MURDOCK YOU IDIOT. YOU MASSIVE BARELY FUNCTIONING ADULT. YOU DOLT. IDEK WHAT TO SAY.

But you’d made that choice, he reminded himself. You had walked out on him. That thought only had Matt grinding his teeth together, anger coursing through him.

YOU WALKED OUT FIRST, YOU STALE BAGUETTE.

You weren’t the woman he’d thought you were after all. And that hurt.

AND WHAT ABOUT YOU?!?!?! BAILING ON DATES, NOT TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF, TAKING THE READER FOR GRANTED. ALWAYS EXPECTING HER TO BE AT YOUR BECK AND CALL LIKE A FUCKING DOORMAT. BELLA, ISTG. COME GET UR MAN. I AM TURNING FERAL

Also, sidenote. I think this is a common trope in superhero stories??? The difficulty of living a double life, like in this context for example. He should always be Matthew Michael Murdock, first and Daredevil, second. Matt can live without Daredevil but Daredevil can't exist/live without Matt. That's how it should be,anyways. Am I making sense?

Anyways, point is....he managed to live a life without Daredevil most of his existence. So why put being Matt on the back burner?!?! Take care of the host body, ya know? Without it there wont be a Daredevil. Dont let your alter ego take control of your life.

“ She left me ,” Matt snarled back. “Why the hell is that so difficult for you to understand, Fog? Why must you always assume that I did something? Clearly she wasn’t who I thought she was because she couldn’t accept me and what I do. Who I am .”

SHE ACCEPTED YOU. BRAIN DEAD AND ALL. WHY CANT YOU AT LEAST MAKE AM EFFORT AND MEET HER HALFWAY????!!!!!! MATTHEW. PLEASE. I AM BEGGING YOU. 🥹🥹🥹

“Ahh,” Foggy said, pushing off the counter. “This is because of Daredevil. I figured as much. So tell me what happened then, because I’m about to slap you upside the head and tell you you’re wrong.”

Daredevil works hard ... but Foggy works harder ..by cleaning up Matt's mess. Foggy, baby, I'm sorry that this trick ass hoe is messing with your schedule. It will never happen again 😩😩😩

“Okay, so,” Foggy continued carefully, “if I’m understanding this right, you’ve been canceling plans on your girl for a while now and she’d been upset about that. And then she comes and says she really needs to talk to you, and you what? Bail on her again? Quite aggressively, I’m gathering?”

✨ IN FRANKLIN PERCY NELSON WE TRUST, YALL. ✨ 🕊️

He’d hurt you, too. Long before you’d hurt him.

Matt scoffed, shaking his head. “Yeah, I’m sure Daredevil showing up on her fire escape would go over real well with her right now.”

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

please tell me he does that and he hears the lil baby devil's heart beat and mistakes it for the reader moving on with another person. MAKE IT LONG AND ANGSTY THAT IT MAKES ME SICK TO MY STOMACH HURLING CRYING SCREAMING. Please and thank you 💕

additional thots:

- Karen and Foggy are working over time, they should be paid for it honestly.

- Cannot wait for Matt to to grovel, ik ive been saying this since ch.01 but listen...I AM WEAK FOR A MAN GROVELING. KNOWING THEY WERE WRONG. THERE'S JUST SOMETHING ABOUT IT, OKAY?!?!

- also........I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE MAKE UP SEX THAT WILL EVENTUALLY HAPPEN. IDC IF ITS ROUGH AND HARD OR TENDER AND SOFT. BUT PLEASE PLEASE MAKE THEM CRY OUT OF PLEASURE, PAIN, AND RELIEF. 😌😌😌

This fic is so good. I've been waiting to read every update after work so I can focus on feeling the angst ✨

Seeking Forgiveness [Part Three]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3k

[Full summary and installment list for this series can be found here.]

Warnings/tags: 18+ contains angst, emotional hurt, delayed comfort, pregnant Reader

a/n: This one is entirely in Matt's POV and I'm curious to see how y'all react to his side of things! Feedback is always appreciated!

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The ear-splitting and repeated honking of car horns on the street below harshly woke Matt, the sound shrill and piercing first thing in the morning. Seconds later the continuing noise drew forth a pounding headache that reverberated painfully in his head. Gritting his teeth in frustration, he rolled onto his side with a groan, his entire body loudly protesting the movement. He could feel a few new bruises he'd added to the others already scattered around his body, the new ones violently throbbing along his lower back and his left shoulder as consciousness abruptly returned to him.

Matt had been out well into the early morning hours running around Hell’s Kitchen tracking a man by the name of Petrov. He was the man that Matt had recently come to learn was the current leader of the Russian mafia now settled in his city. All of last night he had been trying to figure out where the new shipment of drugs would be coming into Hell's Kitchen at, but he'd yet again come home without the information he'd wanted. In a sour mood, he'd taken his anger out on a mugger while returning to his apartment, leaving the man more battered than he probably should have. 

And his sour mood quickly returned when he realized he was alone in his bed again, the cold from the lack of you often curled under the sheets with him exceptionally noticeable this morning–more than it had been for the past few weeks. Because you had left him, deciding not to stay and wait for him to return the other night. Leaving him like everyone else always did, unable to accept that he and the Devil were the same man. That he needed to let that other side of himself out to protect Hell’s Kitchen.

He'd heard the way you'd slammed the door on your way out of his apartment that night. He knew how hurt and upset you’d been. But when you’d started crying because he had been planning to go out again, he'd wanted to comfort you– tried to–but you'd rejected him so easily instead. And that hurt him deeply. Because Matt had always thought you were different, that you understood him. That you loved him for who he was–you'd certainly always assured him that you did. 

But it sure as hell hadn’t felt like that to him the other night. Not with how quick you were to reject him and walk out on him. You’d never tried to reach out to him all of Friday, either. Whatever important thing you’d wanted to discuss with him the other night must’ve been what he’d initially suspected it to be. That you wanted to end the relationship. Truthfully he hadn’t wanted to hear you say the words out loud which was partially why he didn’t want to give you a chance to speak.

Matt knew he'd been canceling plans on you repeatedly, though he admittedly hadn't realized just for how long he'd been doing it with the way his days had been blurring together from his lack of proper sleep. But it hadn't been intentional. He hadn't meant to hurt you and he'd felt terrible every single time he had. It always nagged at him while he was out, the memory of the way your heart stuttered each and every time you saw him in his suit never far from his mind as he tried to focus on his late night task. 

And it wasn't like he was out cheating on you or ditching you for his friends. What he was doing was the equivalent of being needed at a job–because that's how he saw what he did. As a responsibility he had to the people of Hell’s Kitchen. He'd honestly thought he'd be able to make it up to you once he'd gotten the situation with the Russians under control, but apparently he wasn't important enough for you to wait for him. And sure, he had to admit that he'd been awful to you the other night with the way he'd spoken to you, but the judgment and rejection from you had really upset him, as did the fear of hearing you tell him you were done with him. So he'd closed himself off to you, hoping to lessen how much you leaving him would hurt.

But Matt didn’t want to think about that this morning. His head ached enough from all the physical exertion last night and from not getting enough sleep. Those damn cars honking had ruined whatever sleeping in he hoped he’d have this Saturday morning, the sound of the city far too loud for him to lay back down and fall asleep now. 

Though if you’d been here–

With a growl Matt tore the sheets off of himself, tossing his legs over the side of his bed and shoving all thoughts of you to the side. He didn’t want to think about you right now. He wanted coffee, desperately hoping that would wake him up and help the throbbing of his head.

Shuffling out of his bedroom, half limping in pain as he walked, he navigated his way through his living room and into the kitchen. He went straight for his coffee maker, turning it on and preparing a pot of coffee. He knew he was going to need a few cups already. 

As the coffee brewed, Matt leant his back against the kitchen counter. His eyes closed as he ran a hand over his tired face, aware that his apartment seemed noticeably quieter and lonelier without you here. He’d been noticing that for weeks now, and every time he did he felt his heart sink a bit in his chest. Though this morning he almost felt sick at the emptiness here, as if someone had punched him right in the gut when he realized you were never coming back.

But you’d made that choice, he reminded himself. You had walked out on him. That thought only had Matt grinding his teeth together, anger coursing through him.

You weren’t the woman he’d thought you were after all. And that hurt.

The coffee machine began to sputter out his coffee, the noise loud and irritating to his ears this morning. Matt turned around, reaching a hand up to grab a mug from the open shelf on the wall. But a round of knocks coming from his apartment door rang out and he hesitated, his hand hovering just before the row of coffee cups. Brows furrowing together, his head shifted over his shoulder as he wondered how he’d been so absorbed in his thoughts that he hadn’t realized someone had approached his door. Though after a few seconds he soon realized that it was Foggy standing in the hallway and flipping through some paperwork that he’d brought with him.

Matt’s hand dropped to his side and he turned, a frown settling on his lips as he made his way through his kitchen and down his entryway hall. He unlocked the door, briskly swinging it open. It didn’t escape his notice how Foggy had startled in the hall at the abruptness.

“Fog,” Matt greeted flatly.

He could practically feel the way his friend’s eyes scanned over him, the sound of Foggy’s face shifting into a frown not lost on Matt. He imagined the bruises were quite visible, especially since he hadn’t managed to put a shirt on.

“You look like shit, Matt,” Foggy stated bluntly. “How long were you out last night?”

Matt turned, leaving the door open as he half-limped, half-shuffled his way back down the entryway hall. He listened as Foggy stepped inside, closing the door after himself before slipping out of his shoes. By the time Foggy had followed Matt into the kitchen, Matt had already managed to pour himself a cup of coffee, drinking a sip of it black.

“You want some coffee?” Matt asked him, avoiding the initial question.

“No, I’m good,” Foggy answered slowly, resting his arms on the kitchen counter and leaning over it. “I had some earlier before I left to come deliver the documents I told you I was bringing over this morning. Which I’m guessing…you forgot about, judging by the fact that it looks like you just rolled out of a dumpster that you used for a bed.”

Matt’s lips pursed together at Foggy as he drew his mug back up to his mouth, his eyes narrowing in obvious irritation. “Not a morning for jokes, Fog.”

“Is there ever with you lately?” Foggy grumbled. 

Matt drank down more of his coffee, the throbbing of his head not helped by the way Foggy was drumming his fingers along the countertop. He could hear the way his friend was looking around his apartment, probably noticing the way it had looked neater than usual. Which was due to the fact that neither of you had been in his apartment much for the past few weeks. The moment he heard Foggy’s mouth open, inhaling that small bit of breath, Matt knew what he was going to say. And it wasn’t a subject he wanted to discuss.

“Where’s your other half?” Foggy asked, glancing back towards the closed bedroom door, entirely missing the way Matt had winced at the question. “Thought she usually spent the weekends with you. Is she still asleep?”

Matt ground his teeth together, roughly exhaling a sharp breath. He knew he’d ask about you.

“No, she’s not here,” Matt replied coldly.

He heard the way Foggy had stiffened against the counter at his words and the tone of his voice. Slowly, Foggy’s head turned back towards Matt. Matt’s lips thinned out in irritation, not liking the minute shift in Foggy’s posture.

“So the documents–”

“What’d you do, Matt?” Foggy asked sharply, cutting him off.

Matt’s hand gripped his coffee mug tighter in his fist, surprising even himself when it didn’t break in his grip. His jaw clenched at the question and the accusation from his best friend.

“What makes you think this was my fault?” he growled back, voice low and dangerous.

Foggy was nodding swiftly as if he’d known something had happened. He didn’t seem remotely affected by Matt’s obvious anger, clearly prepared to discuss this more. That only annoyed Matt further.

“So you two broke up? Karen and I thought as much with the way you’d been mopey and snippy around the office yesterday,” Foggy said. “What happened? Because one minute you’re telling me she’s the one, that she’s going to move in with you soon, and the next–” he waved a hand around the apartment, “–you’re a damn bachelor again. So what’d you do? Because I know damn well she didn’t end things, not with the way she always looked at you like the sun rises and falls out of your ass, Matt.”

“ She left me ,” Matt snarled back. “Why the hell is that so difficult for you to understand, Fog? Why must you always assume that I did something? Clearly she wasn’t who I thought she was because she couldn’t accept me and what I do. Who I am .”

“Ahh,” Foggy said, pushing off the counter. “This is because of Daredevil. I figured as much. So tell me what happened then, because I’m about to slap you upside the head and tell you you’re wrong.”

Matt stalked across the kitchen in aggravation, slamming his mug down onto the counter that separated him from Foggy. The hot liquid splashed over his hand as Foggy briefly jumped at his outburst. The faint scent of fear soon hitting his nose was what had Matt’s eyes snapping shut, aware he was getting too riled up at this topic. That his anger was finally starting to make Foggy nervous.

Because it was about you and it hurt.

“She said she had something she needed to tell me,” Matt replied through clenched teeth, trying to rein in his frustration and heartache. “But I needed to go out as Daredevil. I was planning to interrupt a meeting with the Russians. The ones I’d been telling you about.” He exhaled a sharp breath, his left hand clamping onto the kitchen counter as he continued, hoping to ground himself and control his rage. “She was upset that I was going out again when we’d had plans. Said she really needed to talk to me. So I told her she could tell me afterwards when I came back and she got upset.”

There was a brief silence following his explanation, Matt hearing the way Foggy’s head had shifted to the side.

“And you were…growly Devil when you were talking with her weren’t you?” Foggy asked, gesturing a hand at Matt. “Like you are now?”

Matt grunted, shame burning through him as his eyes once again fell shut. Yes. 

“Maybe,” he grumbled.

“Okay, so,” Foggy continued carefully, “if I’m understanding this right, you’ve been canceling plans on your girl for a while now and she’d been upset about that. And then she comes and says she really needs to talk to you, and you what? Bail on her again? Quite aggressively, I’m gathering?”

“That’s–that’s not exactly right,” Matt said, shaking his head. “I didn’t bail on her. The city needed me, Fog.”

“Sounds like she needed you more, buddy,” Foggy countered.

Matt’s eyes snapped open, his sightless gaze landing somewhere near Foggy in a glare. “I gave her the option to stay and wait for me to come back. To tell me what she needed to then. She chose to leave. I haven’t heard from her since, so I’m guessing her important talk was about her wanting to tell me that she wanted to end things. That she couldn’t handle me being Daredevil after all.”

Foggy scoffed, shaking his head at Matt. He could hear the way his friend’s mouth had yet again curved into a frown. Something like guilt twisted in Matt’s stomach at the way that night had played out but he quickly buried it under his anger and hurt. 

“Why do you do that?” Foggy asked softly.

“ What ?” Matt snapped.

“This,” Foggy answered, waving a hand frantically at Matt. “That self-sabotaging thing you do. Things were good with you both. Great, actually. You were happy , Matt. And then you go diving into your hero bullshit and push people away. Making assumptions about her wanting to end things like you know that’s exactly what she wanted to talk to you about.”

“I do not self-sabotage,” Matt shot back. 

“Then why’d you push her away?” Foggy countered.

“Because the city needs me!” Matt exclaimed in exasperation, throwing his hands on his hips. “You know that and she knew that!”

A glaring silence settled in Matt’s apartment after his loud outburst. Matt’s tongue slipped out, wetting his lips repeatedly in his agitation. He heard the very faint sigh Foggy emitted, even with the way his headache had worsened.

“I think you’re reading things entirely wrong, man,” Foggy said, tone softer. “I don’t think she was trying to break up with you. I think you fucked up. Big time. And judging by the way you’re incredibly defensive and angry, you really, really love her.”

Matt’s nostrils flared, his eyes still glaring sharply in the direction of his friend. Though a part of himself was beginning to wonder if maybe, just maybe, Foggy was onto something. At least, about him fucking up. He was still pretty certain you’d wanted to break up with him. Because he had been canceling plans on you for weeks now. And you’d been getting hurt by him doing that pretty quickly, too. And he’d noticed, but he kept on putting off making things up to you because he’d been too focused on prioritizing the Russians. He’d hurt you, too. Long before you’d hurt him.

That guilt and shame stirred in Matt’s stomach again, threatening to overtake his own rage and heartache. But he couldn’t have been wrong about what you’d wanted to talk to him about, right? Because what else could it possibly have been besides an ultimatum for him to quit being Daredevil and to choose you instead?

“I think,” Foggy continued slowly, “that you need to go call her up. Put your tail between your legs and go beg for her forgiveness, Matt. Because you fucked up, admit it. I can see that realization dawning on your face right now, buddy. Talk to her. Apologize on your goddamn knees every day until she takes you back. Because we both know she was the best damn thing that ever happened to you.”

“She was,” Matt whispered, his gaze dropping down to the floor. “She always was.”

“Then go get her!” Foggy exclaimed, slamming his fist onto Matt’s countertop. “Fix things!”

He stepped around the kitchen counter, reaching out to slap Matt good-naturedly on the shoulder. Matt winced at the gesture when Foggy’s hand landed on a bruise and Foggy quickly muttered out an apology. 

Rubbing his arm, Matt let out a sigh. “How am I supposed to fix things, Fog?” he asked. “What if she really doesn’t love the part of me that is Daredevil like she thought she did? I can’t give this up. I’m not going to.”

“There’s no way that bullshit is the reason,” Foggy told him. “Not with all the different ways she’s been there for you and your vigilante ass this whole time, Matt. She loves Daredevil just as much as you. But as for fixing things?” Foggy shrugged, shaking his head. “I don’t know, man. I think your first step is to reach out to her, though. Try to get her to talk to you. Apologize and maybe find out what it was she needed to tell you. Because I’m guessing knowing what that was will tell you how royally you fucked up here.”

“Yeah,” Matt said with a sigh. “You’re probably right. Though I have a feeling she’s not going to want to talk to me.”

“You just keep trying until she does,” Foggy told him. “And if all else fails, maybe you can romantically show up on her fire escape and profess your love to her or something?”

Matt scoffed, shaking his head. “Yeah, I’m sure Daredevil showing up on her fire escape would go over real well with her right now.”

[upon-sunflower-trails]

ACE VENTURA X READER chapter 19

warnings: death mention, strangling, hospital setting/hospital equipment, animal cruelty mention, mention of kidnapping, mention of stalking

"y/n!" ace cried, rushing over to where your crumpled body now lied. milton had fearfully torn himself away from you, looking down at his hands in contempt.

the banging at the door grew from a quiet knock to a barrage of assailants. as ace held your body close, tears beginning to spill, the entrance was broken down.

as milton reached for the knife beside him, preparing to stab both himself and the detective, time was frozen.

"freeze and drop your weapon immediately!" one of the officers screamed. milton, startled by the sudden intrusion, dropped the knife out of instinct. his mind racing, he looked to ace holding your lifeless body.

"o-officers! h-he... he killed them! i watched as he strangled them to death, i was fearful for my life! y/n was my partner, and their death upset me so greatly in that moment that i lost control..."

an officer suddenly tackled milton to the ground, cuffing him.

"nice try, lover boy. ventura got everything on transmission to us. you're going away for a long time," she spat. the officer thought to herself how it seemed like only yesterday she was questioning you on your involvement in arthur fieldpool's death. and now, here she was, cuffing the prodigal son.

as milton sputtered weakly in defiance, she shoved him away. the other officers immediately began searching the scene as the paramedics filtered in.

ace sat, bouncing his leg as he watched your heart monitor. he had tuned out all of the beeping and mechanical noises of your hospital room.

he knew you would live; the doctors had full confidence in your recovery. of course, he was still worried about you.

the various bouquets of flowers which littered your bedside table may have appeared as though you had various loving family members and admirers at your beck and call.

however, upon reading the cards attached to the bouquets, one was from janice, another from laikyn. the final ten were all from ace; one bouquet for each day of your hospital stay.

a mew? sounded on ace's lap. he looked down softly, grinning somberly. 

"i know, callie. i miss them too."

a second mrrow rang out in the room, and ace absentmindedly scratched behind the ears of the occupant of the chair next to him.

"yes, snuffy. it's unfair, isn't it? you're finally reunited, but they're unconscious." snuffy nestled her head against ace's palm, both of them watching your chest slowly rise and fall.

"mr. ventura, you're still here?" the nurse inquired, fidgeting with his gloves slightly as he entered the room to your most frequent visitor.

ace sighed, trying to shield the cats from view. "yep, robbie! what's it been now, eleven days?" he rubbed his tired, red-rimmed eyes. he had spent every night at the hospital with you, ensuring everyday he still returned home to take care of his animals, of course. the nurse, robbie, sighed.

"mr. ventura, you know we cannot permit animals here. haven't i already told you that?" he continued sternly, but his eyes gave away his compassion.

ace chewed on his lip, gathering the pair of cats in his arms. "i understand, robbie. can't have these babies here to see their parent suffer!" ace proclaimed dramatically, turning away from the man administering your medications and checking your iv fluids. he smirked to himself, knowing from robbie's defeated sigh that ace had won him over for another night.

"fine, they can stay. just for tonight though!" robbie asserted, leaving the room as he had finished your nightly care. ace winked, finger-gunning him.

"that's what ya say every night, robbo!" he called, turning back to the two cats.

"ok guys, now go cuddle up with y/n!" at ace's urging, callie and snuffy immediately curled up atop your unconscious body. he made sure to observe them carefully around the wires as he reminisced over what had happened in the past ten days.

milton was immediately taken into custody. he was charged with murder of the first degree of arthur fieldpool. he was then ALSO charged with the first degree murder of his mother. kidnapping, assault, battery... he really got the whole nine yards of charges. they had to sent him to an institution, but he has to be monitored heavily because of such danger he poses to society. needless to say... they've probably put him in a padded cell and thrown away the key.

ace held your hand as you remained in your comatose state. you had an oddly peaceful expression transfixed on your visage as you 'slept'.

the girl who milton had kidnapped was identified as morgan parks. she was a fifteen year-old girl who happened to cross paths with milton as he was on his way home after the first day of meeting y/n. morgan was held captive for around one and a half years. last i heard, they were still debating on what to do with her. they are unable to get in contact with her parents, since they truly believe she's dead and this is some kind of cruel joke.

snuffy pawed at your face, mewing pathetically when you didn't react. she curled up on your chest like a newborn baby, purring. ace reached out and scratched the cat behind her ears.

snuffy was found in a cruelly small cage, with no food or water. she had to lure in wild animals scittering around the apartment in order to survive. milton's leaky apartment provided some water over time for her. milton had stalked y/n for around a year, some days breaking into the apartment. he learned everything about them... some said that he knows y/n better than they know themself.

ace gripped your hand tightly, mouth taut in a straight line. he knew you'd be okay- it was just a matter of when.

and when you did wake up, how would he tell you how he felt?

[twiixr4kidz]

one last request…. as a follow up 2 da evil exes + Scott finding out ur preg…. Them (minus Roxie) helping/comferting u when ur having da baby and their reactions when they r born!! Head cannons pls and u can cancel da 3rd Matthew x reader/headcanons … also how do u feel

i'd love too!! also, i'm doing okay now :3 i got a sudden burst of motivation so i feel a lot a better and im getting a lot of stuff done hehehehehe

the evil exes (minus roxie) + scott after the baby!!

scott pilgrim:

if you expected scott to be comforting, than you're expecting just a teensy bit too much from him

to be honest, bro is freaking out

his mind is screaming "OH MY GOD THIS IS HAPPENING OH MY GOD IM GONNA BE A DAD WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO OH GOD" and his heart is screaming "BRO CALM THE FUCK DOWN AND HOLD YOUR PARTNER'S HAND OR SOMETHING"

he doesn't let his anxiety show (or at least he tries not to) and does his best to attend to you through the entire process

when the baby is born, he's happy but also so relieved that you're not in pain anymore

also he cries

he just sits in the corner and sobs

he's so happy

matthew patel:

similarly to scott, he's freaking out

but not because he's anxious

he is so excited he's bouncing off the walls

you're going to have to get his attention if you need his comfort because he's gonna be in his own little world

but he snaps out of it as soon as he realizes you need him

he keeps your hair out of your face and rubs the back of your hands all while praising you for doing such a good job

when the baby is born, he also cries

literally cannot hold the baby because he's shaking from excitement

HE'S A DAD!!!!!

lucas lee:

bro is so responsible, he's by your side the entire time

hospitals make him queasy, but if it's for you, he's willing to put that all aside

he's practically a nurse's assistant with the way he's running around the room and getting you whatever you need

he definitely seems like a dad, but now that the two of you are actually going to have a little one running around, he FEELS like a dad

literally so excited when he holds the baby that you think he's going to pass out

todd ingram:

poor guy is having so much anxiety around everything, and he has been from the start

he struggles a lot and is so so SO worried he's not gonna be a good dad, but he knows now isn't the time to worry about that

he needs to focus on YOU

he runs his fingers through your hair and whispers into your ear about how you're almost there, how when this is all over, the three of you can come home and he'll tend to your every beck and call, how he'll make all of your favorite meals and make sure you have only the comfiest of clothes to wear, and when the baby goes to bed, you can sleep the entire night and he'll take care of them

he's in shock when it's all over

he finally gets to hold his flesh and blood child and he has to hold back the tears

he's so :')

kyle katayanagi:

you're in the most pain of your life and the entire time bro is like "FUCK YEAH BABE YOU'RE GIVING BIRTH SO HARD RIGHT NOW"

it's actually hilarious

he tackles comforting you with his incredible sense of humor

he tries to make you laugh as best he can, despite your conditions because he believes that laughter is the best medicine

and it's distracting you from the pain, so at least it's working!!

when he finally has the baby in his arms, his responsible side kicks in he's a lot calmer

but he is absolutely restraining the urge to shriek from excitement

ken katayanagi:

unlike his twin brother, he is NOT saying "fuck yeah babe you're giving birth so hard"

he's more like "every time you push, that's one night i make one of your favorite meals for dinner"

he's not the best at encouraging, but having him stand over you, rubbing your shoulders and wiping the sweat off your brow is comforting enough

he's so happy when the baby is finally born, and he looks at them with so much love it's overwhelming

gideon graves:

this man has so much composure it's kind of terrifying

there is no nervous bone in his body when you go into labor

he's able to help you through the whole process, almost as if he spent weeks researching it (spoiler warning, he totally did LMAO)

he offers you a bunch of things to help, but realizes it's HIM that you need

he holds that baby and immediately starts acting like a dad

he can finally break out those awful dad jokes he's been saving up for months and he's never been happier

[saey707]

Kinktober Day 2 {Yone}

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Spooky Prompt: Daddy Kink Champion Focus: Yone (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ) GN reader 🎃 Warning: NSFW (Brief)!

Author's Note: This Yone is going to be Modern AU, simply because I cannot imagine Runeterra Yone wanting to be called daddy (plus I will have more to work for headcanons if it is modern) + This is the first "least kinky writeup" prompt of Kinktober. I think Yone would just be a sexy daddy personality wise ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა Enjoy! PS: The Wild Rift images were screenshots by me! &lt;3

Yone is the kind of man anyone would be lucky to be with. He was clean-cut, knowing exactly how to take care of his skin, hair, body, and his mind. In fact, his lifestyle was almost identical to a cliché influencer who had a 12-step skincare routine, drank tea with their locally-sourced honey toast in the morning, and meditated for an hour after they woke up.

So for a guy like Yone to be with someone like you something made you feel a little insecure. Hell, the last place you expected to meet the love of your life was on a 3-star dating app that was recommended to you by your best friend, who thought you were spending too much time reading romance stories on your phone until 2 am!

But Yone didn't care about any of that. He didn't care if you slept at 2 am or always ate yesterday's leftovers for breakfast every morning. He loved you for you.

This man will financially support you. In fact, Yone insists on doing it! He is the type of man that wants to take care of the people he loves, and with you as his significant other? There is no way around him wanting to provide and take care of you!

You wouldn't even have to work if you didn't want to. Yone would be perfectly fine with you staying home and taking on a more domestic role! Of course, that won't stop him from assisting you around the house when he comes home from work, always doing the dishes at night and making the bed in the morning! Again, he is very clean-cut with routines.

Or, if you do want to work, he would be sure to take on the househusband aesthetic with great honor. There wouldn't ever go a day your clothes would overfill a laundry basket. Plus, there would always be a delicious bento made for you in the morning before you left, and a hearty feast at night on the table!

Yone wants to be called daddy, there is no getting around that. He has a huge daddy kink! Whether he is a stay-at-home househusband or your working husband, this is what he wants. Because at heart he has been- and always will be- a caregiver and provider, as much as he would be your lover!

Every time you call him daddy his heart flutters. To him, being called the sentiment was almost an accomplishment. It was an appraisal and made him feel good!

"Be careful, deer. I wouldn't want you to get hurt." He cooed to you, turning down the flame on the stovetop, watching as you hastily move about the kitchen. "Thank you, daddy~" You sang back.

He has no qualms playing the daddy role in bed with you either. In fact, he lives for giving you a good spanking while he takes you from behind. "Good, baby... Mmm you feel so good~"

Sometimes Yone just genuinely gives off the vibe of being a father: He stands in front of the TV with his hands behind his back, falls asleep watching J-Dramas at the kitchen table, and will make you take your shoes off at the door. But you always find all of his little quirks cute as a button!

When it comes to giving you attention Yone is always there at your beck and call! His hugs are always bear hugs, all-enveloping and warm. He'll rub your back and give you a little squeeze, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Love you, daddy~" You whisper, his nose brushing against your temple. You can feel the faint smile that ghosted its way onto his handsome lips, "I love you too, deer..."

[umthisistheonlyusernamenottaken]

Autumn Court smackdown at the High Lord meeting

What do you get when you hc Alicent as the LoA? A mama bear moment where she absolutely TEARS TO SHREDS anyone who dares to hurt her baby.

The Illyrian brute had his hands locked around Eris's throat, both of them encased in a sphere of blue. Rage burned through her body and she was out of her seat. Faster than she could think, she was moving, winnowing in a burst of flame, breaking the shield and forcing the two males apart with a thought.

She could feel the flames dancing along her skin, hissing in her palms, knew that in that moment, her eyes were burning gold.

The Shadowsinger was roughly bound to the floor, thin coils of flame constricting his every move. His eyes widened as she crouched down, her hand wrapping around his chin.

"Touch my son again," she seethed, "and I will tear your arms from their sockets."

She left no room for answer, releasing her fiery ropes and rising gracefully from her position to turn her attention to her eldest son.

"Eris?"

His face was hot, his eyes blinking rapidly. He turned his face into her hand and huffed out a breath.

"I'm alright, mother." he rasped.

She let out a breath of relief, her mind pounding.

Chairs scraped back behind her, the High Lord of Night had risen from his seat, along with his so-called High Lady. Both sported expressions of entitled righteousness.

She turned to him, that stupid, arrogant lordling, and addressed him coldly.

"As always, your diplomacy skills and knowledge of politics leaves much to be desired."

"This was a matter of honour, my lady," he answered smoothly, "between two males, I hardly think it-"

"You agreed to a peaceful meeting of the High Lords, where no violence was permitted." she interjected, her voice like iron.

"And yet you and your court have broken the agreement set out by the High Lord of Dawn. In doing so, you disrespect the Dawn Court. In allowing your lower in command to brutally attack my son, the heir to the Autumn Court, you committed a violation that if we so chose to pursue, could lead to war."

Beside him, Feyre inhaled sharply, turning her now uncertain gaze up to her mate, who was still trapped under the force of her words. Around them, the remaining members of their court shifted uneasily.

Good, she thought angrily, her flames still weaving through her fingers. If the Night Court needs to be threatened with war to understand that actions have consequences, then so be it.

"That is two Courts you have scorned in less than an hour."

He flinched under her piercing gaze, a fact that she smugly tucked away.

"You come to this meeting expecting us all to bow to your whim, to give you our assistance and our Courts as if we are all at the beck and call of the Night Court. But you cannot make enemies of us only to expect us to honour alliances."

She gestured around the table, "You have made an enemy of Spring, you have insulted Summer, and now you walk in here only to disrespect Dawn and attack Autumn. What have you to say for yourself?"

Rhysand's jaw clicked shut and he swallowed. "My... apologies, Lady."

"Apologies alone will not make up for this," she replied, her voice clipped.

"I would advise you not to make an enemy of Autumn. You may be of Night, but remember, Autumn is the dying season. And while you may come to love Night, you will always fear Death."

The Lady of Autumn

In a dream

I saw my mother

with the love of her life

and no children

it was the happiest I'd ever seen her

(Rupi Kaur - the sun and her flowers)

[atsuminthe]

hi today i’m thinking about boys with a mommy kink <3

cw — fem reader, soft dom!reader, mommy kink, subby boys my beloveds <3, handjobs, pussyjobs, spit, praise, slight degradation (usage of ‘slut’ and ‘puppy’), impact play (light face slapping), toy usage, pillow prince oikawa, finger sucking, slight exhibitionism (?), bratty sakusa, slight dumbification

first on the list is goshiki. sweet baby. i love him and his stupid bangs. like i know he wants to look tough and imposing and everything but at the end of the day, he still loves to be babied and pampered. he’s such a sweet, obedient boy—doing everything you tell him, because you know what’s best for him. he lives for praise and will be at your every beck and call if you call him ‘handsome’—whenever ‘my handsome boy’ slips past your lips, he’s putty. he blushes so cutely when you cup his face and squish his cheeks, too! and his little stutter when you ask him a question while your hand moves up and down his pretty cock, squeezing at the tip or at the base, is adorable <3

next up: oikawa. this man is a mama’s boy and you cannot convince me otherwise, hence the raging mommy kink. he’s another pleaser, but a little on the brattier side. nothing you need to worry about, though, because the moment you kiss a little too close to his lips or squish his cheeks between your fingers he becomes an absolute mess. he’s definitely a pillow prince, whining each time you tease him a little too much—he’s impatient, but just because he knows you’ll make him feel good. that said, he loves being teased in public. turn up the frequency of the little plug he insisted on wearing at this reunion with his old team from seijoh and watch him squirm in his seat while trying to be a good baby and not cum when your hand trails on his thigh.

and then there’s sakusa. oh boy, oh boy—he’s a little freak, but in the good sense. he’s so filthy—he’ll do anything to come. climb on top of him, shove your fingers into his mouth and order him to suck on them and he absolutely will. straddle his hips while you’re at it—he’s a sucker for a good pussyjob. he’ll give you the best puppy eye he can muster just to feel his cock surrounded by your tight, wet walls, but don’t give in. he gets mouthy if you don’t put him in his place, which happens very often. he loves the slight sting left after you gently slap his face and tell him to behave—which makes him an absolute menace that you can’t stop loving, and degrading at the same time—because kiyoomi likes to be pushed around a bit. all you have to do is call him ‘my slut’ or ‘my dumb little puppy’ and feel him grind against your dripping pussy—fucking himself dumb in the process.