#cherry blossom x pregnant reader

[yuujispinkhair]

Sukuna’s the type of baby daddy that even if you break you never really broke up 😭 and if you got pregnant again there no chance in hell it could be anyone else’s kid besides his

The love you and Sukuna have is world-changing. Even after you break up, you are both still stuck on the other and unable to move on.

Pairing: Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: Hurt + comfort, fluff, mentions of smut Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: 18+, mentions of smut but nothing explicit. Reader and Sukuna break up, but they get back together at the end of the story. There is a happy end. They already have a daughter together, and another pregnancy is mentioned at the end. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact. Divider @/benkeibear

It's not that you aren't trying to get over Sukuna. You really do. After a week of crying your eyes out, you decide to go out. It's not even that hard to get chatted up by some guy at a bar. But when his hand lands on your knee, you practically bolt. It feels so wrong, so dirty somehow. As if your body is still Sukuna's territory and no one else is worthy of touching you.

You try again a week later and the week after, too. But none of the men you meet spark your interest. Maybe this shouldn't come as a surprise. After all, only a few weeks ago, you had Sukuna. You had the best. There simply is no one who can compare to him. No one will ever make you feel the way Sukuna did.

You regret the breakup. It was stupid. Just small things that accumulated over several weeks, combined with a bad day at work and Sukuna being grumpy when you got home. You could have handled it differently.

But now, your bed always feels cold, and your heart doesn't seem to be in your chest anymore. Instead, there is a stone in your chest, heavy and painful, while your heart is in another part of this city, in the hands of the man who will always be the one for you, even if you will never get back together with him again.

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Sukuna asks to see his child, but you feel unable to face him, so you cowardly text him back, telling him to just pick your daughter up from kindergarten and spend the afternoon with her. When Sukuna brings her home in the evening, you are relieved that he seems to have gotten the hint. He doesn't come inside but waits at the front door as your daughter runs up the stairs to your apartment.

But you aren't strong enough not to hurry to the large window that faces the street, gazing outside to see Sukuna's familiar tall, broad figure slowly stroll down the street toward his car. His pink hair looks just like the cherry blossoms that fall down onto the road like pretty, pink snowflakes.

You know you will never be able to look at cherry trees again without feeling sadness wash over you.

Maybe you will try going on another date with some new guy, but deep down, you know that it will be in vain. It will always feel wrong. It will always feel like something is missing. Because none of those men are Sukuna. No one can be like him. There is only one Sukuna. Everyone else will always just be second best.

Sukuna isn't even trying to get over you. Not anymore.

On the first night after your breakup, he was a mess and stormed off to some bar, desperate for a distraction. Anything that would keep him from getting overwhelmed by his feelings.

He had some drinks and flirted with a random girl. Even took her home, thinking that sex would help him feel better. But the moment she tried to unbutton his shirt, Sukuna grabbed her wrists and stopped her.

It felt wrong. He felt wrong. As if he was cheating on you. He told the girl to leave and watched with his arms crossed as she angrily slammed his door shut before Sukuna sank down on his couch and buried his face in his hands.

He knew right then and there that it was no use to go out and try to have hookups. It wouldn't work, and it sure as hell would only make him feel worse.

In the following weeks, Sukuna worked longer and spent more time at the gym, always trying to stay busy because as soon as he got home to his deadly silent apartment, he was drowning in thoughts about you. Drowning in all those happy memories the two of you had made over the years.

You were Sukuna's love, his heart, his everything. He hadn't known or understood love until he met you. So how is he supposed to ever get over you and move on? It's impossible. You are still his everything, and you will always be.

And so it's clear as day to Sukuna that he won't even try to move on. He knows he will always be yours, whether you are together or not. He was only able to give his heart away once. And even if you don't want it anymore, it still belongs to you.

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Sukuna spends two days every week with his daughter, happy to see his little girl but sad because he misses the time when all three of you did things together. And when she looks at him with your eyes and asks him, "Daddy, why don't you just come home again?" Sukuna feels his heart shatter into a million pieces.

Sukuna doesn't know what to tell her. He, too, can't understand why the two of you decided to break up. It was stupid. Nothing big caused it. Just small things that added up, and looking back they seem insignificant.

"I don't know, princess. Maybe Daddy should really go home and talk to Mommy."

He decides at that moment that he will get roses and come up to your door this evening.

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Sukuna's chest feels painfully tight when you open the door, and he sees your face again after all those weeks, hitting him with just how much he missed you.

He hands you the roses, a beautiful huge bouquet that cost a little fortune, his eyes gazing deeply into yours,

"Please take those flowers. They come without any obligation to take me back or even talk to me. But I want to give them to you because you are still the mother of my child. And... and you will always be my woman, just like I will always be your man, even if we aren't together."

He fears he sounds like a creep, that he overstepped a boundary, and that he made you uncomfortable. But he has had lots of time to think during the last few weeks, and he promised himself that he would be more open about his feelings if he ever gets a chance to talk to you again.

You stare at Sukuna for a moment that feels like hours to him. But then he sees the tears gathering in your eyes and sees the way your hand that's holding the flowers is trembling. You breathe a soft "Kuna..." and Sukuna knows. He knows that you are still his, just like he is still yours.

He pulls you into his arms a split second later, crushing the beautiful roses between your bodies as he hugs you tightly. And you melt so perfectly against him as if you are made for him. Your face is pressed against his broad chest, and you snuggle against him, every centimeter of you touching him. You cling to him so tightly that it's almost painful, but it's the first time since your breakup that Sukuna feels like he can breathe again.

"I am sorry. I am so sorry for everything."

You both speak the words at the same time, eyes locked, small relieved smiles playing around your mouths.

You tell Sukuna to stay for dinner, and he agrees. He takes over the kitchen again, his kitchen, and prepares a dinner that he knows his two girls always loved. He sits at your table again, jokes around with his little daughter, and basks in the way you look at him with your eyes full of happiness.

Sukuna doesn't just stay for dinner but stays the whole night.

He kisses you after the two of you bring your daughter to bed. Pushes you gently against the wall and claims your lips again, though deep down, he knows that those lips always belonged to him, even when you were apart.

He grins when you laugh when he picks you up and carries you princess-style to the bedroom. Your lips are on his again, kissing him as if you can't get enough of him, making it hard to walk, but Sukuna would find his way to your bedroom even blind.

He locks the door behind you, turning around only to find your hands on his chest, unbuttoning his shirt while your lips find his again in another passionate but tender kiss that makes Sukuna moan softly into your mouth.

He makes slow love to you in the bed you bought together all those years ago, showing you what it feels like to be loved and desired and cherished endlessly. And you wrap your arms and legs around him and meet each of his slow thrusts while you moan his name softly, and tears run down your cheeks, showing Sukuna the same love he is showing you.

Sukuna doesn't leave again after that night.

The two of you talk things out, and only a week later, Sukuna finally puts a ring on your finger and tells your little daughter that she needs to pick a pretty dress because she will be a flower girl at the wedding.

And only a month later, you place a positive pregnancy test on Sukuna's pillow, making both of you burst out laughing when you realize that you and Sukuna must have made another baby that first night when he came back and brought you the roses.

Thank you so much for the ask! It made me feel so many things, so I had to get these feelings out and write this little story 😭 I hope you enjoyed it and that it made you emotional, too. How could there ever be anyone else after Sukuna? It's really not possible 😭

Thank you so much for reading! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

[alixezae]

Staring ๋࣭⭑ ryomen sukuna x reader

Synopsis: ever since you got pregnant you've never felt so happy in your life and ryomen by your side the king of curses soft for you and the baby, but that doesn't change the fact the ryomen kills whoever and whomever touches you and your swollen belly

Warnings: slight mention of murder, pet names (wife, queen, sun) - reader being a sweetheart, fluff, sukina being soft for reader, heian era

As the sun slowly crept above the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the land, a soft gentle breeze rustled through the cherry blossom trees that dotted the lush, emerald green hillsides of heian-kyõ. The air was filled with the intoxicating scent of their delicate pink petals, which fluttered like confetti across the verdant landscape. In the distance, the gentle hum of bees busily collecting nectar from flowers created a soothing, almost meditative atmosphere

It was on this idyllic morning ryomen, the king of curses, awoke from his slumber, the warmth of the sun caressing his soft pink hair, he stretched languidly, yawning wide before blinking several times to clear his sleep from his vivid red eyes. His gaze drifted over to the figure of his beloved wife, the queen, as she lay curled up in a makeshift bed they had fashioned for her. Her swollen belly rose and fell gently with each breath she took

Ryomen nuzzled her gently, careful not to disturb her rest. He couldn't help but marvel at the miracle growing inside her, her tiny life that would soon be a part of their world. A pang of guilt shot through him as he remembered the countless times he had been to defend her and their child from those who dare harm them. But he knew that he would do it again and again, a thousand times over, if it meant keeping them safe.

As he watched her sleep, he felt a wave of tenderness wash over him. Despite the hard exterior he often presented, he was deeply in love with his wife, the queen, and cherished her more than anything else in the world. He had never known such happiness as he did with her by his side, and the thought of losing her, or worse, their child, filled him with dread.

She woke from her slumber and saw his eyes filled with tenderness she kissed his cheeks softly and he smiled, she was amazed by the tenderness and care that ryomen showed during her pregnancy. He would place his hand gently on he swollen belly, feeling the baby move and kick. His eyes would soften with love and adoration, and he would whisper sweet words to both his wife and their child. Despite his fearsome reputation, ryomen was a devoted and loving husband, eager to protect and cherish his growing family.

As days passed, y/n and ryomen prepared for the arrival of their little one. The palace was filled with joy, the married couple basking in the happiness of their new life together. Y/n's heart swelled with love for her husband, grateful for his love and support throughout her pregnancy.

However, despite their happiness, there was always an underlying sense of danger surrounding ryomen. The king of curses was fiercely protective of his wife and their unborn child, and he made it clear that he would not hesitate to eliminate anyone who posed a threat to them. He gaze was sharp and unyielding, his power palpable as he stood guard over y/n wnd their precious baby.

Y/n, known as the queen of the palace, was a gentle and kind-hearted woman who radiated warmth and love. She was adored by all who knew her, her sweet nature and caring personality making her a beloved figure in the heian court. Ryomen, the fearsome king of curses, was utterly smitten by his wife, referring to her as his "sun" and his "queen" with a tenderness that belied his reputation.

And so, in the world of heian era, where curses and magic mingled with love and devotion, y/n and ryomen loved happily ever after, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. The queen and the king of curses, a match made in heaven, their love shining brighter than any star in the night sky, and as their child entered the world, welcomed with open arms and hearts full of love, y/n ryomen knew that they were truly blessed to have found each other in this lifetime abd the next.

[outoftheseine]

- SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY FIC RECS -

a lot of dad!simon fics here. i am not sorry. i want to bear this man's child(ren) | note: this is COD so there are some trigger warnings like: blood, guns, injuries, military stuff, death so please beware of them. there also also 18+ content so minors DNI. don't forget to read the authors' warnings | more will be added!

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SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS

haunted | part 2 • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @babygirl-riley (heavy angst, tw: depression, drugs, addiction suicide, toxic relationship, please read the warnings!)

too old for you | part 2 • simon 'ghost' riley x medic!fem!reader

↳ by @lunarw0rks (smut, hurt/comfort, age-gap)

soft spot • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @cordeliawhohung

the red means, i love you • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader x john 'soap' mactavish

↳ by @thewriterg

smashing pumpkins • simon 'ghost' riley x civilian!fem!reader

↳ by @qwimchii

last kiss | part 2 • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @milf-murdock (angst, unestablished relationship, smut, fluff)

secret lovers | part 2 • husband!simon 'ghost' riley x wife!reader

↳ by @savemefromanepicoftimewasted

my baby swingin' • biker!simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @tojisun (very sexy biker!simon, smut, fluff)

happiness • simon 'ghost' riley x wife!fem!reader

↳ by @lethalchiralium (i feel so fuzzy when i read this series, fluff, sometimes angst, some tw be aware)

i'm with you | keep you close • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @undercoverpena (angst, feelings, explicit)

being yelled at by ghost | part 2 • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @hxltic (angst! simon is an asshole)

northern attitude | part 2 • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @bubbles-for-all-of-us (enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst)

lights on • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @peachesofteal (single mom!reader, fluff, slight angst, protective!simon)

one night stand | part 2 | part 3 • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @cmncisspnandmore

ONE-SHOTS - BLURBS - HC'S

break in, break down • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @hyperactively-me (home invasion, comfort, fluff)

his girls • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @babygirl-riley (so so so fluffy, dad!simon)

one fucking mistake • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @codfanficedits (very angsty, hurt but no comfort for a whilez grieving, tw:depression)

book boyfriend • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @stargirlrchive (fluff)

lime-sized • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @imperihoe-writes (pregnant!reader, very fluffy)

bloodied bullets, soft confessions • simon 'ghost' riley x gn!reader

↳ by @ghosts-cyphera (a little mean!simon, hurt/comfort, injuries, fluffy end)

monster • neighbor!simon 'ghost' riley x afab!reader

↳ by @rowarn (smut, protective!simon, zombie au)

unmasked love • simon 'ghost' riley x afab!reader

↳ by @springtyme (so so so cute! dad!simon)

adoration • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @yawnderu (dad!simon, fluff)

simon 'ghost' riley x sensitive!gn!reader

↳ by @cherryredstars (fluff and nswf content)

this chapter is over • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @colonelarr0w (character death, angst, injuries, some fluff)

simon says • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @unreliablesnake (smut)

salt in an old wound • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!oc!reader

↳ by @ghouljams (hurt/comfort, explicit content, fae au)

blood on my shirt, rose in my hand • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @alwaysshallow (friends to lovers, the continuation is on ao3!)

antique soldiers • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @mangowafflesss

why? • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @riverbutghost (asshole!simon, injuries, slightly explicit at the end)

cold but warm • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @riverbutghost (asshole!simon, injuries, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff)

pretty pink flowers and bloody cherry blossom tree • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @underscorewriting (really really angsty, ugly cried)

for the last time • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @wttcsms (pregnant!reader, mentions of death, angst but fluff)

welcome home • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @nastybuckybarnes (home invasion, arguing, fluff)

medical leave • simon 'ghost' riley x gn!reader

↳ by @kib-ble (mentions of injuries, hurt/comfort, fluff)

no more stars left to count • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @lvlyghost (angst, hurt/comfort)

protective • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @ponyosmom35 (medic!reader, protective!simon, tw: sexual harassement)

return • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @bruhrobs (fluff, colleagues to lovers, single mom!reader)

[7ndipity]

Them With Pregnant S/o Hcs

Namjoon x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Summary: How they would look after their S/o during pregnancy and interact with the baby bump.

Warnings: mentions of morning sickness,

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anons who requested these! I hope you like them!

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Namjoon:

He’s so excited when you tell him, but also so scared. He worries a lot about being a good dad, and being a good partner to you, but I think he lets those nerves motivate him to be the best version of himself that he can be for the both of you.

He’s so unbelievably careful with you, bordering on fearful at times to even touch you, though once you remind him that you’re not that fragile, he tries to ease up a bit.

Develops a sudden love for back hugs where he can support both you and them at the same time, able to feel the subtle differences in your growing bump as they develop.

He finds himself talking to them a lot. Sometimes at night when he can’t get his mind to quiet, he’ll ramble to them about different things while you sleep on, totally unaware.

He’s definitely a nervous planner, researching everything from different birthing techniques to the shortest routes to the hospital to which brand of diapers are the best.

Refuses to let you do almost anything around the house as you get closer to your due date and things get more difficult for you(tho you might have to follow him around and talk him through everything, cause he’s kinda lost)

Super attentive to your every need, whether it’s looking after you during morning sickness or tracking down any random cravings you might have.

Takes choosing the right name for them very seriously(but ends up picking their name in moment when he’s holding them for the first time)

Sometimes you catch him just staring at you, as if he can’t really believe that this is actually real, that you’re carrying his child.

Jimin:

When you told him you were going to be parents, he was so overwhelmed with joy, he could not stop crying, just hugging you tightly and thanking you over and over.

Has a tendency to just sit and rest his hands or drum his fingers on your tummy, even before your bump starts showing. It almost becomes a stem or self soothing thing for him.

When they start kicking back whenever he does it though, he’s a crying mess all over again.

Gives them cute nicknames like Lil Bean, Minmin, Moonlight.

He worries about you a lot, even if you’re not having any/many issues or difficulties, he can’t help fussing over you constantly.

(Lowkey horrified by how much you have to go through during and after pregnancy and thinks you’re one of the strongest people ever)

Tries to help you as much as possible as your belly gets bigger and things get more difficult to do, whether that’s taking on more of the household chores or just tying your shoes for you in the morning.

Kisses your bump everyday and tells them goodmorning/goodnight.

Likes to lay in bed with you at night talking to the both of you, making plans for all the things you want to do together once they arrive(their first spring and going to see the cherry blossoms, decorating your christmas tree together, etc)

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @main-bangtansmauyeondan @captainorangegoose @k4ngelz

[absurdthirst]

Surrogate Love {Dave York x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 14.9k

Warnings: Surrogacy, mentions of impregnation, emotional distance, fighting, drowning feelings, mentions of masturbation, crossing boundaries, technical infidelity, vaginal sex, ovulation, sex to procreate, cock warming, cheating, oral sex (female receiving), pregnancy, divorce

Comments: When Carol cannot have anymore children, she and Dave turn to seeking for a surrogate. Finding you, Dave grows closer to you as Carol seemingly pulls farther away. Leading to a discovery that will alter the agreement between you and the Yorks and allow you and Dave to fall deeper into a complicated love.

Co-written with @pedropascalsx

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Surrogate Wanted! -Family of four looking for a surrogate to help complete our loving family. -All medical and additional pregnancy related expenses covered. -Plus a fee for carrying the child! -Looking for a young, healthy woman to commit to carrying our child, temporarily moving into our space whilst pregnant and for a few months afterwards to breastfeed. -Must be willing to undergo routine medical testing. -Contact us below if you’re interested!

You read the advertisement over and over before sending an email. Attaching your latest medical and a few details about your family history. Money is tight. Unbelievably tight.  And doing this would not only help your financial strain, but you would be doing something wonderful for a family. 

What’s the harm in applying? You mumble to yourself after hitting send on the email. Unsure if you’ll even get a response.

“Honey, look at this one.” Dave looks up from his computer to find Carol leaning over his shoulder, reading the email already. “What do you think?” He asks. There have been a few other emails, but they were all unsuitable and this woman has already started providing medical information. And a picture of how lovely she is.

“She looks nice,” Carol says with a roll of her eyes, trying to seem interested as she pulls on her new dress, ready for a girls night out. “Invite her over for an informal interview.”

“Okay.” Dave frowns as he looks over at Carol. “Are you still going out?” He asks. “I thought -“

“My sister needs this,” she says with a pout, “I can’t let her down. It’s just a few hours with the girls. Drinks and karaoke.”

“Okay, yeah sure.” Dave sighs but he nods his head. Carol says that she’s interested in this, she was the one to suggest it. Hiring a surrogate so that third dream baby could happen, but so far it’s been Dave doing all the leg work on this.

Carol lightly pecks Dave's cheek as she grabs her purse ready to go. “Don’t wait up, honey.”

****

Your phone pings with an email alert, asking if you’d be interested in an informal meeting to see if it could potentially be a good fit.

‘Hello, Mr. York.

Thanks for the prompt reply, I would love to arrange a meeting. There’s a cafe just outside the National Mall called ‘Cherry Blossoms’, If you’re free tomorrow we could meet there?

Kind regards.’

The polite response makes Dave interested in meeting the candidate and he quickly sends a reply, agreeing to the time and place. After he does that, he pulls out his work laptop to do some background checks on the person who might be carrying his next child.

‘See you and your wife tomorrow at 1pm.’ You send back, anxious about meeting them but excited about the same time.

****

Arriving at the cafe, Dave sighs and rolls his shoulders back. Aware that the meeting might go horribly sideways since his wife couldn’t drag her hungover ass out of bed to do more than puke in the shower. She was in no condition to come and he had to smother his irritation since he hadn’t told her about this meeting this morning. Instead of dwelling on that, he steps up to the counter and orders a coffee and a muffin, since she hadn’t arrived yet. A quick glance around had told him that.

You walk into the cafe and make your way up to the counter, ordering a hot chocolate before looking around to see if you can spot the couple. A very handsome man puts his hands up and waves to you and you assume that he must be Dave York. 

Prettier than he had noticed in the pictures, Dave stands up as you walk over. “I’m sorry.” He starts out, introducing himself and offering his hand. “My wife couldn’t make our meeting this morning. She’s….under the weather.”

You reach out and shake his hand and offer him a warm smile, before taking a seat. “Poor thing, I’m so sorry to hear that! Is she okay? Would you like to reschedule?”

He is surprised that you don’t want to cancel. “Only if you would rather wait to  meet my wife?” He flashes you a grin. “Make sure I’m legitimate?”

“I’m happy either way,” you say, before thanking the waitress who’s handing you your drink. “I mean we’re both here, so a chat couldn’t do any harm.”

“That’s what I was thinking.” The background checks on you have come up clean but he wants to know more about you. “What questions do you have for me?”

“If it’s not too personal… Why surrogacy?” You ask before taking a sip of your hot chocolate and humming in delight at the taste. 

He had expected that question so he is pulling out his wallet, flipping it open to show you a picture of his family, taken last Christmas. “My youngest, Molly, when she was born, Carol had a lot of complications.” He explains. “She ended up needing a complete hysterectomy.” He had hated it, but it was that or lose his wife and he would rather have her. “That’s my oldest daughter, Alice.” He points to the older girl.

“They’re gorgeous,” you say, peering down at their smiling faces, “I’m sorry to hear about the complications your wife went through. I’m glad to see that both your wife and your daughter are okay though. Do you have any questions for me?”

“Are you okay with using your egg?” He asks seriously. “That would be required, or you would have to go through implantation.”

“Yes, I’m fine with that. Happy for the testing as well… uh… my periods are like clockwork. And I have an app that tracks ovulation.”

“Okay, good.” You don’t seem to think that it’s odd. “All your medical care will be taken care of.” He promises.

“Good to know,” you clear your throat before asking the next question, “If you were to select me, I’d have one hard rule.”

Dave arches a brow and nods. “What is that?”

“You said that you’d require me to move in, I would like at least 4-6 weeks notice before you’re ready to move away from breastfeeding. So I have sufficient time to find myself somewhere to live.”

“Of course.” That’s more than reasonable. “And if you find you would need more time because of the market at that time, I’m sure we can work something out.”

“That sounds good,” you say with a smile, “Just so you know, I am employed. 24 hours a week, I work from home. But I’d be more than happy to help around the house, babysit so you and your wife can have time alone and so on. I graduated college and I majored in computer sciences and I work for a social media company and stay on top of their coding.”

He nods and if he thinks that the hours are low, he doesn’t mention it. Your finances and work are not his concern. It might be good for you to work less while you are carrying the baby. “But so you know, you aren’t obligated.”

“It’s an entry position job,” you say after noticing his reaction to your low hours, “Money is tight and it’s an industry that you’ve got to climb. I took what was available. But i’m an honest hard worker. And I know, I also don’t want you to think I’d expect you to offer me anything until I've met your family and after the medical is done.”

“We pay for the medical, you live with us and breast feed the baby - if you can.” Dave knows that sometimes the baby doesn’t want to latch or milk isn’t plentiful. “And we would pay you eighty thousand dollars.” He holds up a finger. “But no dating or sex during your pregnancy. I don’t want to risk the baby’s health.”

“Yeah I don’t date,” you say with a giggle, “I uh, I’m not the most confident person and casual sex isn’t something I’ve ever had any interest in. $80,000? Perfect. That’s enough to start my life and find somewhere comfortable to rent once the baby is born.” 

Now comes his own questions. "Why are you willing to do this?" He asks you, leaving forward and watching you carefully. "And will you be able to give up the baby once they are weaned?"

“Financial stability,” you say honestly, “And yes. I’ll sign anything that’s required.”

"Obviously I'd want you to meet my wife first." Dave leans back, confident that you are what he is looking for. "Once we agree, we could start insemination procedures the following cycle."

“That sounds great. Name the time and place, I’d love to meet your wife.” You say before eyeing up his muffin and trying to work out if you want one. “So what is it that you do Mr York?”

“I work for the DIA.” He sees you eyeing the muffin and takes the knife to cut it in half. He offers it to you and smiles. “Government bureaucrat.”

“Thank you,” you say with your brightest smile, “It’s a bit too early for me to be stealing your food, I don’t have the pregnancy excuse yet. I’m sorry. And whoa. That sounds intense.” 

“These muffins are huge.” Dave chuckles and gives a small shrug. “It’s got its moments, but it pays well.”

“Nice,” you say before taking a bite and moaning at how delicious and moist it is. “This is heaven.”

"It's a good little treat." He agrees, finishing off his own half in two quick bites.

“When and where would you like me to meet your wife?”

"Can I call you to schedule a time?" He asks, pulling out his phone. "I don't know when she will be feeling better." It's better you believe that she's sick than just hungover.

“Oh, of course. I’m sorry I didn’t think,” you say with a flood of embarrassment. “And is there anything you’d like me to do in the meantime? I could schedule an appointment with my gynecologist?”

"Don't worry about that." He shakes his head and gives you a smile. You are a little awkward but it's endearing in a way. "I'll text you when I figure out how long it will be and we can arrange something? We can schedule doctor appointments after everyone's met and you can give your final decision on if you would like to do this for us."

“That sounds good,” you beam, “Yeah, you can text me anytime.” The next set of words slip out of you mouth before you’ve even realized you said them and it’s in that moment you’re convinced you’ve blown it. “God. I never thought i’d have the baby of a man who looks as good as you inside of me.”

He's shocked by your honesty and for a moment he freezes, but he grins at the mortification that is riding over your face. "You think I look good, huh?"

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, Mr York,” you groan, “Of course I do. Shit. You’re gorgeous. I didn’t mean to… Fuck. I’m so sorry.”

  "That's okay." Dave chuckles and shakes his head. "Attraction is normal. The first thing I noticed was how attractive you were."

You can’t stop the smile that spreads across your entire face as he compliments you, “Thank you, Mr York.”

"Our DNA will produce a very attractive child." He hums, sending you a playful wink.

****

Almost a month since the initial meeting has passed and everything has been great. You met Carol a few days later and the girls a few days after that. Dave had arranged for you to be seen by the most fought after gynecologist in D.C. and all your tests came back great. He had loaded you up with ovulation tests and the decision for home insemination to reduce stress had been made. Dave and Carol would spend time alone together and once he was about to ejaculate he would finish in the pots provided and Carol would bring them down to you and help with the process. 

Dave had just helped bring your last box into the basement they had converted that would be your home for the foreseeable future and you were excited.

"Do you need anything else?" Dave asks as he sets the box down and looks around. "I have changed the locks on the basement door, rekeyed them to the rest of the locks in the house." He fishes a set of keys out of his pocket for the walk out door to the side yard. "So you can go out that door if you want."

“No. This is perfect, Mr York,” you say as you look around your new home, “I insist on buying dinner tonight to say thank you.”

He chuckles and shrugs. "It's Friday, we normally order Chinese." He admits with a grin.

“Let me know what to order and where to collect,” you say before giving him a brief thank you hug. Clearly surprising him in the process. 

"Oh- uh, you're welcome." He pats your back awkwardly and shoots you a grin. "The girls are easy. Sweet and sour chicken and fried rice for both of them." They had been introduced to you and had immediately found that you were the most fascinating person they had ever met and had a million questions for you.

“And for you and Mrs York?” You love the girls. They have already made you promise to watch a disney movie with them tonight and you’re honestly excited about it.

"Carol likes vegetable lo mein and spring rolls." He tells you with a small shrug. "Me- I like General Tso's shrimp."

“Got it,” you say with a grin. “Consider dinner sorted. And afterwards once the girls are in bed, we can start the process tonight? I mean I'm ovulating and there’s no point in missing a cycle right?”

Dave nods. "Yeah. We can do that before bed." He rolls his eyes and sighs. "I know it's stupid and superstitious, but would you tilt your hips up with a pillow for at least an hour after it's injected?"

“Of course!” You say excitedly, happy to make this happen for them. “Can you believe that part of you will be inside of me tonight!” You say without realizing just how filthy it sounds.

He bites his lip, trying not to say something dirty in return. He knows that you want to help give him and Carol another baby and it’s not going to work if he gets too close to you. “Hopefully, we’ll get lucky on the first try.”

“Fingers crossed, Mr York.”

****

"I have already told them that I'm going out." Carol huffs as she looks at Dave with a pout. "I can't back out now. I'm supposed to pick them up." She shrugs a shoulder. "I thought we would let the poor thing at least unpack before we start shooting her full of your sperm."

  Dave huffs and rolls his eyes. "She's ovulating, Carol." He reminds her. "It's not like we can reschedule that." 

“I can’t reschedule this. She’ll still be ovulating tomorrow, honey, we can do it then. And make sure you don’t order me food,” she says as she goes back into the bathroom, “We’re getting tapas.”

It's been fucking months. Months of every ovulation cycle he jerks off into a cup and Carol quickly rushes downstairs to inject it inside you. Months of disappointment when your period comes. You have apologized and apologized, cried about it and offered to go back to the doctor for the fifth time, but Dave can't blame you. He sighs and shoves his hand through his hair. "Do you even want to do this?" He demands, feeling like his wife is just brushing this off when it was her idea in the first place. "It doesn't seem like it."

“Of course I do, sweetheart,” she grits out, before rolling her eyes. “These things can take time. Look I know she’s ovulating now, but why don’t we skip this month. Let her destress and pick it up next month. Plus it’ll mean she can take the girls to their after school clubs for me this week, if you’re not obsessing over her cycle.

Dave sighs and shakes his head. "She's not the damn nanny, Carol." He reminds her, having noticed that there have been a lot of 'favors' his wife has been demanding of you despite Dave telling her that she shouldn't be. You weren't here to fucking pick up the girls. You were here to try to give the family the third child both of them said they wanted.

“She’s being paid $80,000,” Carol snaps, “She can do some work for it. I’m not arguing with you. It’s girls night. I refuse to leave the house stressed, or thinking about your goddamn cum, David.”

"You've been having a lot of goddamn ‘girls nights’, Carol." Dave snaps back, clenching his jaw. "Why don't you stay home for once and be a fucking wife and mother?" It's gone from a couple of times a month to two, sometimes three times a week and he's sick of it. 

“I need to support my sister, she’s going through a rough time,” Carol repeats for the hundredth time this week, despite never elaborating and her sister always being in high spirits when she visits the house. “I probably won’t be home tonight. Tanya has suggested we go back to hers after food as her husband is away. I’ll be back mid-morning.” 

That hazy suspicion niggles in the back of his mind but he doesn't voice it. Instead he sighs and shakes his head. "Just- you still want to do this, right?" He asks again, this time trying not to accuse her. "If you changed your mind, you just need to talk to me."

“Of course, I do,” she says again, “But you’ve gotta be more patient. It takes time. And sometimes it just doesn’t happen. We can give it a few more months… And if it doesn’t happen then… we can tell her to move on and we will have $80,000 to spend on a dream vacation.”

"We could always have her egg harvested and do IVF?" Dave suggests, still not ready to give up on the idea of having that third child that they had always talked about. He was trained to find solutions and this was something he wanted.

“Let’s just keep trying it like this,” she says before grabbing her phone and her purse and getting ready to leave. “She’s bathing the girls right now, tell them Mommy will see them in the morning.”

His jaw clenches as he watches his wife stroll out of their bedroom as if there wasn't a care in the world to be had. Irritated that she was using you to take care of the girls once again. By the time he leaves the bedroom, the front door is closing and he sighs again, moving towards the bathroom where there is a lot of splashing and giggling.

“Hey,” you say as Dave enters the room, and sees you’re just as soaked as the girls. “Made the mistake of letting them play with their water pistols in the tub.”

“Daddy, are we still watching Frozen tonight?” Alice squeals excitedly as he kneels down in front of the tub.

“Of course, sweet pea.” Dave nods as he looks over at you. “I’ll finish bathing the girls if you want to go dry off.”

With a raised eyebrow you keep looking over at Dave and lean down to whisper to the girls with a sneaky look on your face. “Daddy looks awfully dry doesn’t he, babies.”

The adorable giggles that start to fill the room again makes your heart soar as they turn to face a skeptical Dave. And without a second's hesitation they blasters are being pointed in Dave’s direction, their tiny fingers hovering over the trigger.

"Don't you do it." He warns softly, shooting them a faux stern look. "You don't want to start something you can't finish, little girls."

“3 against 1,” You say with a laugh, “He’s bluffing. We’ve got this… 3,2,1… shoot!”

Dave growls, ducking his head when three streams of water start to soak him and he reaches out to slap his arm through the bathtub to send a wall of water across the tub and the instigator of his attack.

You yelp before bursting into a fit of giggles, “I yield, I yield,” you choke out, as the girls continue to soak Dave.

Dave grabs your water gun and turns it on the girls with ruthless glee as they start to shriek and try to avoid his one barrage.

Watching Dave with his girls reaffirms how badly you want to do this for him, he’s the most loving father and it just warms your heart to see how great he is with them. You watch happily for a few minutes as the excitement dies down and the girls start to get restless and want out of the bath. You take Molly as he takes Alice, getting them dried and dressed into their pajamas before sending them downstairs to get comfortable on the sofa so you can set up the movie. 

After you’re all dressed in your pajamas and the movie is playing you in the background you whisper to Dave, “Where’s Carol? I got some tips to help with insemination. I thought we’d try tonight.”

Dave sighs and turns to look at you, honestly hurt that his wife has pushed this off. He wants this so bad and he's starting to become frustrated. "She's out. Something about her sister again." He doesn't tell you that she suggested taking off this month, not willing to speak on it. "Do you think you could....do it yourself?"

“Oh,” you say quietly, “I mean I could try. I read somewhere that inserting it slowly rather than pushing it straight in is a better method. Also I read something else that’s supposed to help, so I can try that at the same time.”

"What else?" He frowns, wondering if there's something that he needs to get you or order you. He's been reading everything he can get his hands on but if you've found something, he's all ears.

“Uh,” you say quietly, before looking over at the girls and checking their still engrossed in the movie, “I read an article about um…” Shaking your head, you reach into your pocket and pull out your phone and bring up the article on clitoral stimulation helping the insemination process.

Dave takes your phone and purses his lips as he starts to read. His brows change, lifting and his expression shifting as he delves into the writing and hums. "I- I don't see why you shouldn't try it." He clears his throat and tries not to think about you playing with your clit or anything sexual. This is just supposed to be for making this baby. "But...." He sighs. "That syringe is really long." He frowns, unsure why Carol had decided to pick up a new type when the supplies had run out, but he can't blame her for not wanting to get too close to another woman's vagina. He personally thinks that she is harborning some resentments that she can't carry the baby and is just unwilling to admit it. "Are you sure you'll be able to handle it?'

“I’m not sure,” you say with a shrug, “Maybe I’ll just focus on the syringe. I just can’t really do the other thing with Carol around as it would be uncomfortable for us both. I just really want to do this for you. The worst thing that can happen is I need to change my sheets I guess.”

"If-" He starts and shakes his head. "No, that would be too much." He blows out a disappointed sigh, aware that another opportunity will most likely be lost. 

“Tell me,” you say with a raised eyebrow.

"Only if you're comfortable with it...." he stresses, not wanting you to feel pressured in any kind of way. "I could help you." He offers quietly. "Not like I haven't made two kids before. Just not quite with a glorified turkey baster." He huffs, trying to make a joke of it. 

“If you’re sure?” You say, “I mean it’s not like it takes long. I could make sure I’m ready and it’ll be over and done with in a few seconds.”

"Do you think -" He sighs and leans in closer to you. The girls are absorbed in the movie but it almost seems wrong to even think about what he's going to say next. It definitely crosses a line but he's tired of jerking off in a cup. "I could do it there and just....transfer it." He suggests. As it stands right now, he's jerking off upstairs and Carol is then taking the cum downstairs to the kitchen, filling the syringe and then carrying it down to you. Maybe something is happening in transit. "I mean, I could use your bathroom?"

“I mean it’s usually cold by the time Carol gets it in the syringe,” you say with a shrug, “So yeah, downstairs is fine.”

Dave frowns, wondering how long it takes for the sperm to cool down, but then again, it's always cool to the touch a couple of minutes after he cums on Carol's tits. "Only if you're comfortable with it." He reminds you. "I don't- don't want you to feel like I'm pushing boundaries."

“We’re making a baby, right? That’s the endgame here. I think sometimes different measures are necessary. When the girls are in bed, we can go downstairs and go from there.”

Dave nods, thankful that you are taking such a rational approach and he shoots you a smile. "Thank you." He whispers softly. "I know that it's not easy for you."

“I just hate that I’ve let you down so far,” you say, a lump forming in your throat, “I just want to make you happy.”

"You haven't let me down." He reaches over and covers your hand with his, squeezing it gently. "Without you, we wouldn't even have this hope. So don't ever think you are letting us down."

The past few months you’ve gotten closer and closer to Dave, spending most evenings eating together and watching a movie. It’s hard not to feel softened by him, despite his tough exterior he’s always so kind and your heart leaps at his touch. “Thank you, Dave.” 

The rest of the movie flies by and before you know it the girls are giving you a kiss and hug goodnight. “I’ll see you in the morning, babies,” you promise. 

Dave looks at you and you nod, signaling it’s okay for him to join you in the basement once the girls are asleep.

Dave waits until he knows they are asleep, checking on them and closing the bedroom doors as he walks down the hallway. He checks the doors and sets the alarm since Carol isn’t coming home and swallows slightly as he makes his way down to your basement apartment and knocks on the door.

“Come in,” you say with a shaky breath, you’re sitting cross legged on your bed. “How do you wanna do this? If you need porn while you… uh, yeah, I can wait in the hall and you can set it up on the TV.”

“No.” Dave shakes his head. “I don’t need porn.” He bites his lip. “I know you said you wanted to…masturbate before, so where do you want me to?”

“Wherever you’re most comfortable,” you say before biting your bottom lip, “I’m happy to follow your lead.”

He shifts, the idea that pops into his head makes his eyes widen and his cock twitches. He can’t suggest that. It would be completely wrong.

“We could watch each other,” you say, before looking down at your hands, not wanting to see rejection in his face.

Dave’s heart leaps and his head whips around to look at you. Wondering if he had actually heard that for a moment but you are so fluster it must have been. “It’s just to make the baby.” He reasons. “Right? You’ve seen a dick before.”

“Yeah,” you say with a nod of your head, “It’s not like we’re touching each other.”

“Yeah.” Dave frowns slightly, knowing Carol wouldn’t be happy but Carol’s not here and he doesn’t want to waste an ovulation day. “You can use your wand or hand or whatever and I can-“ he grins. “Old fashioned way for me is best.”

“I’ll use my hand… Do you want to see my tits?” You ask softly, not wanting to assume that he’ll want you to fully strip off. 

His mouth goes dry and he tries to swallow. “It’s not like I won’t see them when you're breastfeeding.” He reasons again. “But it’s up to you. However you feel comfortable.”

“Will it help you get off? I don’t mind.”

“I like tits.” He admits, rolling his eyes at himself. “But I don’t have to see them.”

“Okay. I’ll stay up here and you can kneel at the bottom of the bed? Will that be comfortable for you.”

“That will work.” He agrees, raising his brow. “Do you want me naked?” He asks. “Or to just pull my cock out?”

“Naked.”

Dave nods, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it onto the floor. “Okay.”

The sight of his broad shoulders and chest makes your moan, and you follow suit. Pulling off your t-shirt, undoing your bra and pulling your sleep shorts and panties off in one clean sweep.

You’re attractive. He knows this. He’s attracted to you, and there’s nothing wrong with that. He’s not trying to sleep with you. He’s not trying to cheat on his wife, he’s trying to make a baby so he and Carol can complete their family. He unzips his pants and pulls them down to kick off. 

You can’t keep your eyes off of him, he’s known from day one that you’re attracted to him. You open your legs and reveal your glistening pussy to him, already drenched at just the thought of watching him alone. And you gather some of your slick and drag it up to your clit before drawing slow circles around it.

His boxers come off next and he kneels on the bed, hard cock already bouncing as he does. Eyes fixed on your cunt as he spits in his hand and starts to coat himself in it.

“Fuck,” you mumble at his filthy action, only slightly increasing the pace in which you circle your clit. You don’t want to cum too quickly, you want to enjoy this moment.

“You rub your clit.” He groans, spitting again and wrapping his hand around his cock to start slowly stroking it. “Does it feel good?”

“Feels so good,” you say, as moans start to slip through your lips, “You look so good stroking your cock. It’s so big,” you start to murmur, “So thick. You’ve got a gorgeous cock, Dave.”

It’s been a long time since someone paid him compliments, making him feel like they mean them. His and Carol’s sex life has dropped off drastically and she claims it’s just because wanting to save it for when you’re ovulating.

You watch the way his wrist expertly flicks as he strokes himself, and reach up to soft palming your tit with your free hand. Needing so much more than you can get, you start to rub your clit faster and faster, feeling arousal dripping from you as you bite down the urge to moan his name.

“Shit.” Dave hisses, watching your hand tease your breast and he grunts as his hips rock forward into his hand. This isn’t about wanting to bite your tit and suck on it. It’s about cumming quickly and filling your womb up with his seed.

You watch the pre-cum leak from his top, groaning when he swipes it with his thumb and spreads it down his cock, “Dave,” you moan, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Good.” He grunts, shuffling closer to see, although the cup is right there for him to grab when he’s ready. “Open up your pretty little cervix to let my cum in.”

Your fingers speed up as you chase your high, his name falls effortlessly from your lips as you’re thrown over that edge. “Oh fuck.”

“Good girl.” He grunts, twisting his wrist and groaning as he feels the first blurry edge of his orgasm start to take hold. “Gonna cum.”

“Put it inside,” you beg, “Just the tip, baby. Fill me up.”

Dave groans and he knows it’s wrong, but he does it anyway. Pushing his cock down and pushing the fat tip into your cunt, he starts to cut almost immediately. Filling you with spurt after spurt of his cum as he tries desperately not to push deeper inside you. Knowing that would be so wrong and go against what you just asked him to do.

You clench down around the tip of him, loving the way he’s stretching you open. “Fuck, put a pillow under my hips.”

Tilting your hips up with his hands pushes him deeper inside you, making him groan as he reaches for the pillow. “I- fuck.” He closes his eyes and tries not to react to how good it feels.

You can’t help the moan that leaves you as he pushes deeper and presses against the spot inside of you. “Your wife might be the luckiest woman alive.”

Dave exhales roughly and breathes out. “This is just….it’s easier to do it this way, right?” He asks. “Faster than the turkey baster.”

“Yes, and more efficient.”

Dave agrees and looks back down at you. “That article said orgasms before and after male ejaculation helps conception.” He reminds you. “We could- I could stay like this and you can cum again.” He offers.

“I can play with my pussy whilst you’re still inside of me?” you ask, wanting to make sure that’s what he’s saying.

“And…” Dave bites his lip. “If I get hard again, maybe I can try again? Make sure you

ve got a good load inside you?” He knows he will get hard again, that’s no question for him. 

“Yeah, that sounds good. Really good.” You say as you run a finger through your slit, before lightly teasing your clit.

He watches, telling himself again that this is only to make the baby. That way he knows if it doesn’t happen, every possible variable has been accounted for. It’s the back up plan. And if he happens to find it sexy that you are rubbing your clit while the first three inches of his cock are inside you, that’s an added benefit.

You circle your clit with a delicious intensity, biting down on your lip as you watch his face. His eyes focused on your pussy, watching your fingers play with your bundle of nerves and listening to the soft moans that fill the room.  You can feel him start to harden inside of you, and you wonder how it would feel to have him filling your needy little cunt.

“Shit.” Dave breathes out, leaning over slightly as he tries not to surge deeper inside you. “Does it feel good? Playing with your clit with me inside you?” He reaches down and wraps two fingers around the base of his cock and starts to pump, trying not to touch you out of respect.

“Feels like heaven,” you say, “How does my pussy feel?”

“Like it’s going to make me cum,” Dave grunts. “Then you’re going to carry my baby for me. Our baby.”

“Fuck,” you say, rubbing your clit even faster, feeling your pussy start to flutter around his tip. “The things I want you to do to me.”

Dave hisses and closes his eyes. Knowing that it’s straying into dangerous territory. “Cum for me.”

Within seconds of his command you’re clamping down around him, your clit pulsing with pleasure as you flood his cock. His name is now a chant that you repeat over and over again.

“Shit, shit.” Dave groans, his own jerky pulls on his cock pushing him closer. “Fuck, gonna fill you up again.”

“Do it, fuck your baby into me.”

It pushes him over the edge and Dave can’t help but push completely into your cunt, filling you up as he starts to paint your walls again. “Fuck- I- I’m sorry.”

“Fuck,” you moan, “Feel so fucking good.” You pant as his cock twitches inside of you, filling you up with his warm seed.

He shouldn’t have ground into you. He shouldn’t have filled you up like that. It was cheating. Dave closes his eyes and pulls his hips back. “Are you okay?” He asks awkwardly.

“I’m okay, are you?” You say, seeing the guilt on his face and feeling your heartbreak over it.

“I’m good.” He promises you. “I just- I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry, I didn’t ask.”

“I was practically begging you.” Reaching over you gently press your hand to his cheek, “We were just making a baby. Nothing else.”

“Yeah.” Dave nods, reminding himself that it’s not like he was trying to fuck you. “Hopefully it takes.” He shoots you a grateful smile.

“I hope so. Best daddy ever.” You say with a smile. 

He is grateful that you think that as he shuffles off the bed to put his clothes on. “I should let you rest.” He hums.

“You should rest as well, I’ll stay like this for a half hour and then I’ll go get some water before bed.” 

“Okay.” Dave nods, biting back the urge to offer to get you the water. He hadn’t been doing things like that before he stuck his dick in you, doing it now would make it weird.

“You sure you’re okay?” You ask as he starts to make his way towards the door.

  “I’m good.” He turns and shoots you a reassuring grin, “just worn out.” He lies. “Baby making is tiring and I’m an old man.”

“You’re not old,” you say with a small smile, sensing his discomfort. “Goodnight, Dave. Let’s hope we just made a baby.”

“Me too, sweetheart.” Dave turns back around, “get some rest, okay?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, letting himself out of the door as he curses himself for being such an idiot. He should have known he was going to fuck this up.

Guilt floods you. You practically begged him to enter you, and the regret that he’s wearing so clearly on his face makes your heart hurt. You don’t think he’ll ever forgive you, and you’re not sure you deserve his forgiveness. All you can do is hope you just made a baby. 

Upstairs, Dave showers and tries to reassure himself that he didn’t take things too far. You had asked him to put the tip in, and thought you asked for more but he was caught up in the moment. Still, he shouldn’t have done it without making sure it was okay.

Almost 45 minutes passes before you tiptoe upstairs and get yourself a much needed bottle of water and a snack. Deciding that you’ll get to early and make everyone breakfast, you make your way back downstairs and curl up in bed. Praying you haven’t completely fucked everything up.

****

Dave doesn’t sleep. Not because of the situation with you, but because he texted Carol and she didn’t respond. And she’s turned off her location. Not that he tracks his wife, but what if something happened to her? It makes him suspicious and he doesn’t like being suspicious. Not with the line of work he is in. So when he hears the stairs creak, he’s already nursing his second cup of coffee and the oven is warming up for cinnamon rolls.

Creeping into the kitchen, you’re greeted by the unexpected sight of Dave. Your heart once again breaks at the look on his face, clearly regretting ever hiring you and before you have time to process what you want to say, the words are slipping through your lips. “Oh god, Dave, I’m so sorry. I took advantage. You just wanted to make sure that it took, and I was so delirious with pleasure that I didn’t think. I’m so sorry. I let my attraction to you cloud my judgment. Please forgive me.”

"What?" Dave frowns, turning toward you and seeing how distraught you look. You look like you are about to cry and he stands, moving towards you to hug you but then he stops. Unsure of how to touch you right now without it turning into something else. "I took advantage." He reminds you. "I'm the one who shoved it in."

“I begged you to,” you say, tears now streaming down your cheeks. “I’m so so sorry.” 

Dave walks over to you and pulls you into his arms, hating that you are crying. "We just got caught up in the moment." He decides, rubbing your back gently. "You don't need to be sorry." It was a moment, a fluke where both of you were acting impulsively.

“I just want to give you a baby, Dave, I see how badly you need this.” You sob into his shoulders, “I promise I won’t overstep anymore boundaries.”

"It's okay." He shushes you, comforting you like he would if you were one of his girls. Although you aren't one of his girls, he shouldn't feel the things that he does about you. But you are so important to him, you are going to give him a baby.

You wrap your arms around him a little tighter and try to ignore the way your traitorous heart leaps at his touch. “I’m sorry, Dave.”

"No," Dave shakes his head and he kisses your hair. "Don't be sorry. It's my fault. You didn't do anything wrong." He sighs. "Carol wanted to skip this month, I'm the one who pushed. This is all me."

“Why would she want to skip?” You say, as your head tells you to loosen your grip but your heart just wants to hold on.

"I don't know." He frowns slightly. "She didn't come home last night." He reveals softly. "And she's turned off her location."

“Oh,” you say, stepping back but letting your hands linger on him. “Maybe something happened with her sister? Have you tried calling her?”

"Tried when I came downstairs to make coffee." Dave motions to his phone. "Goes to voicemail. Texts are delivered but not read. She's got her phone off."

“What about calling her sister?” You say as you rub his shoulders, trying to reassure him.

"No." If there's something else going on, he doesn't want to discover it today. Call it putting his head in the sand, but he has other priorities. "I'll deal with it later when she comes home."

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Nothing.” He promises with a small shrug. “Unless you want to help me make breakfast.”

“Bacon and eggs to go with those cinnamon rolls? Or sausage and biscuits?”

“Bacon and eggs.” The turkey bacon and eggs always go over well with the kids. Especially with cinnamon rolls. 

“On it,” you say with a smile, “Do you want more coffee?”

“There should be half a pot left, but why don’t we fill up our cups and make another?” Dave suggests with a smile, walking back over to his cup to snag it off the table.

“No coffee for me,” you announce, “Caffeine intake is being sliced. Orange juice for me!”

“I’ll make sure to pick up some more when I go to the store.” He appreciates your dedication to this.

“Thank you, Dave. Should I wake the girls or wait until breakfast is ready? I was gonna cut up some strawberries.” 

“I’ll go wake them.” Dave turns and then pauses. “Carol’s been having you do a lot around here and I just want to remind you that it’s not necessary.”

“I like it,” you admit, “I love the girls. Spending time with them is one of the best parts of my day.”

"Okay." He murmurs slowly. "I just don't want you to feel like you have to."

“I know, Dave.” You start to slice the strawberries and focus on that, ignoring the tension that’s floating in the air.

"Thank you again." He says before he turns back around. "For everything."

“You’re welcome,” you say softly, before finishing up breakfast and waiting for the girls to come down.

Dave wakes the girls up, chuckling when they grumble at him but they are quickly roused from their bed by the promise of an indulgent breakfast and a morning of cartoons in their pjs. Laughing to himself when they thunder down the stairs with their stuffed animals in tow.

“Hi babies,” you say as they make a beeline to the table, “Do you want milk or juice?”

"Milk!" Molly chirps while Alice simultaneously shouts "Juice!" Dave rolls his eyes at the way the girls are so very obstinate. Unlike each other in so many ways but then so alike in others.

“So milk for Alice, and juice for Molly,” you tease, before pouring the correct drink in each of their cups. “Your daddy was just telling me about how much he enjoyed the water fight from last night and how he thinks you should do it more often. Right, Daddy?”

"Oh sure." Dave nods, cutting his eyes at them. "Next time I will be fully armed." He promises with a grin that makes their little eyes widen in delight and possibly a little bit of fear.

“We can take him. Girl power. 3 against 1. He doesn’t stand a chance,” you say as they begin to giggle.

"Keep it up and I'll get the water hose out." He warns with a dark chuckle.

“Ooh, I’m so frightened,” you tease back, “What do you girls want to do today?”

"Where's mommy?" Molly frowns, looking exactly like Dave as she does.

Sensing the discomfort in Dave you answer for him, “She is out having some girl time with her friends. I bet she’s missing her babies though. So we better have a super fun day so you can tell her everything when she’s home.” 

“Can we bake?” Alice says between mouthfuls of her food, “Daddy’s favorite. Chocolate cake.”

He's grateful that you answered for him and he grins. "Daddy's favorite, huh?" He asks, raising his brow. "I think it's Ms. Alice's favorite, more than mine."

You laugh as you watch their little back and forth, “Daddy, it’s your favorite because it’s my favorite. You’re so silly.”

“That’s right.” Dave snaps his fingers and looks so disappointed in himself. “I’m so sorry for forgetting, baby.”

The rest of breakfast is spent watching Dave and his girls joke around, and silently hoping that you’re going to give this man the baby he is yearning for. The girls accompany you on a trip to target for baking supplies while Dave stays home and clears up. With a cake baked and half eaten, endless episodes of Bluey streamed and a dance party that the girls had insisted you join in with over, it’s almost their bedtime and you’re just as exhausted as they are. 

You take the girls up to bed as he dishes out the Indian takeout that he had ordered for you both. Carol clearly wasn’t coming home today, and seeing as she hates Indian food, he decided to indulge in his favorite as a treat.

Dave looks over at you as he eats his curry and catches your eye. “So what are your plans after the girls go to sleep?” He asks.

“Netflix I guess,” you say with a shrug, “What about you?”

“Hopefully the same as last night.” He admits, watching you carefully.

Your breath hitches, “Let’s hope they fall asleep soon then,” you reply softly.

He watches you for a moment and then nods. He's not sure if Carol will come home tonight but he doesn't care right now. "I'm sure they will."

“You want to just put the tip in again?” You ask, as the need between your legs grows.

Dave clears his throat and bites his lip. "What do you want?"

“You.”

Huffing quietly, Dave understands what you mean but he pretends that he doesn't. "My seed you mean?"

“If that’s what you’ll give me,” you say as your heart sinks, clearly having misread the situation. “Let’s make you a baby.”

Dave murmurs your name quietly to have you look at him again. “We can- I- I don’t know what you want.”

“I want you to put the baby you want in me,” you say, before looking back down at your plate and pushing your fork around.

“No.” He shakes his head. “You said you wanted me.”

“I know what I said,” you say, before pushing your chair back and standing up, “Sounds like the movie has finished. I’m going upstairs to check on the girls.”

"Wait-" He sighs as you dart out of the room and he knows that he's blown everything. He doesn't understand what is going on and he pulls his phone out of his pocket. Opening his contacts and selecting his sister-in-law's number.

The girls are fast asleep, but snuggled up to each other and gripping onto their favorite stuffed animals. You lean over and gently kiss both of their foreheads before tucking them in, seeing no use in moving Alice to her own bed when she’s quite content with her sister. Switching the TV off and turning on the nightlight, you sneak out of the room, leaving the door open slightly and making your way downstairs.

Dave's jaw is tight, his phone nearly crushed in his hand, he's gripping it so hard. Closing his eyes as he resists the urge to put his fist through a wall, or destroy something in a rage. It wouldn't do any fucking good and it would scare the girls.

“Hey,” you say, as you enter the kitchen, seeing the expression on his face. He looks furious and heartbroken at the same time, and you’re not sure whether to immediately give him space or go over and console him.

He shakes with anger, vision going white and for a moment, it sounds as if you are muted. Underwater and sounding like you are miles away as the pressure from the blood pounding in veins rushes through his ears.

You look over to the door of the basement and look back at Dave trying to gauge what the best thing to do here is. The sadness seems to have drained from his face and been replaced with sheer anger.

It takes Dave another minute before he gets ahold of himself. Purposefully thinking about something else and recalling his breathing techniques as he closes his eyes and slows his rushing heart down.

“Dave,” you say softly, as you approach him, gently reaching out and gripping his wrist, “What happened?”

"I called Maria." He tells you quietly, his voice low, nearly inaudible. "Carol isn't with her. Hasn't been with her." He inhales roughly. "She's not been out to a girl's night with her sister in nine goddamn months."

“Oh shit,” you say, before pulling him in for a hug, “Dave, I’m so sorry. Hopefully she’ll tell you the truth when she gets back.”

"She's cheating on me." Dave growls. "Maria told me everything. Carol told her that I had 'opened our marriage'." He rolls his eyes. "Told her that you were my live-in girlfriend."

“Oh, honey,” you say, letting him go and taking a step back, “I’m so so sorry.” 

"Fucking bitch." He hisses, shaking his head. "We talked about this. She must have decided that I would be so fucking busy trying for a baby that I wouldn't pay attention to her bullshit."

You don’t know what to say to console him, so you just stand there and be the listening ear he needs right now. You reach out and gently rub his shoulder.

Dave closes his eyes and sighs, shaking his head. "It's obvious that the idea to have a baby with her is done." He admits. "I'm going to be getting a divorce."

“Oh,” you say, “That makes sense. I’ll contact my Mom in the morning and see if I can crash at hers for a while. Get out of your hair.”

"No." His hand reaches out and he grabs your. "No, don't- don't do that." He asks, opening his eyes and staring at you.

“I don’t want to get in your way, Dave,” you sigh, “Do you think you still want this? Going through a divorce and juggling a newborn as a single father. It’s a lot to think about.”

"You don't have to be in my way." Dave can't possibly think rationally right now but he knows one thing, he still wants you. "I wanted to fuck you last night." He admits. "I wanted to fuck you and not fucking jerk off and cum inside you."

“Fuck,” you say, “You wanted me?” You shake your head, knowing he’s just had news that’s turned his entire life upside down right now, and no matter how you feel for him, you can’t act on it. It would be taking advantage.

"I want you." He corrects.

“Dave,” you mumble, unsure what to do. Your heart says kiss him, let him take out his pain on your body by demanding it gives him pleasure, but your head says let him go to bed. Sleep on it.

"If you don't want to, walk away." He warns you after a second, his eyes turning darker. "Go downstairs and I won't follow you. But the smallest part of you does want to, go up to my bedroom."

After staring him down for a few minutes, feeling your arousal begin to drip down your thighs, your feet make the decision for you. Turning towards the stairs and taking each step carefully. Walking to the end of the hall and pushing open the door to the master bedroom.

It's wrong on so many levels and yet, Dave doesn't feel guilty. He looks down at his hand and contemplates for a moment before he reaches for his ring to slide it off his finger. Setting it down on the kitchen table, he turns around and walks out of the room and rushes towards the stairs.

You watch him as he strolls in the room, closing the door behind him and turning to look at you. “If you want this, Dave, if you really want to fuck me... Prove it. Undress me. Lay me down and show me just how much you want me, and if I'm satisfied I’ll let you fill up this little cunt.” 

Dave hums, smirking slightly at the bossiness of your sudden change of attitude. "Is that how this is going to go?" He asks, raising a brow. "I have to prove it to you?"

“I’m not the one who’s leaving a multi-year marriage,” you say before perching on the edge of the bed and watching him.

"How do you want me to prove it to you?" He asks, starting to strip all of his clothes off. "I'm thinking about what I used to imagine when I was jerking off into that cup." He admits. "You sitting on my face. Smothering me in your pretty little pussy."

“That’s what you were thinking about yesterday or before?” You ask, wanting to confirm that he’s been wanting you for a while.

"Since the first week." He admits. "It's something I wanted to know. How you tasted. It was all I thought about while fisting my cock and spilling into a cup. Giving you my cum to insert into that cunt."

“Fuck, you wanna taste my pussy?” You mewl before standing back up, “Undress me and I’ll take a seat on that gorgeous face.”

Dave reaches for you, already nude and hard, his hands eager as he pulls your clothes off. Not caring if he stretches or rips something in his haste to strip you down.

Once you’re fully naked in front of him, you grab his hand and slowly drag it up the inside of thighs, letting him feel just how much you want him. “Since you said you wanted a repeat of last night, my pussy has been dripping for you. Soaked my panties within seconds and since then it’s been spreading down my thighs.”

"Do you know how good you felt?" Dave groans. "I felt bad about it, because I wanted to do it again. I wanted to cheat on Carol." He twists his fingers and slides them through your folds. "But now, now I'm just going to fuck you and not feel bad about it, I'm not married anymore. The rest is just legal bullshit."

“Fuck me then, York,” you challenge, “You knew from the second I first saw you that I wanted you.”

Instead of saying anything, Dave grabs you and pulls you down on the bed. Laying down and pulling you on top of him.

“You want me to ride that face or your cock? I’ve never sat on someone’s face before…”

"Face first." Dave groans. "Then my cock."

You hesitate for a moment, a little uncertain of how to make sure you don’t hurt him before you move up. Lowering yourself so you’re hovering just above his mouth.

He can tell you are hesitant and he reaches up to grab you hips and yank you down onto his mouth greedily like he is man starving and you are his last meal.

“Dave,” you yelp as he pulls you down onto his face. You reach out to hold on to the headboard as you patiently wait for him to start tasting you.

He chuckles and doesn't hesitate to slide his tongue through your folds, groaning at the tangy taste of your cunt and arousal. Gripping your hips tighter and making sure that you don't move away from his greedy mouth.

“Oh, Dave,” you whimper, as he starts to lap at your clit before moving down and pushing his tongue into your cunt. “Oh, fuck.”

He groans, spearing his tongue up into you while his nose presses against your clit. Rocking you back and forth to provide some friction.

“Dave,” you pant, over and over, as you start to rock your hips. The sensation is new, you’ve never really been with anyone who makes your pleasure a priority and he’s eating your pussy like a man starved.

Your taste, your moans has him aching as he gets exactly what he wants. Letting go of one of your hips, he reaches down and starts to wrap his fist around his cock. Groaning into your cunt like he is pained. 

You rock your hips faster as you near your high, his mouth working magic on you. You throw your head back in pleasure and as you do you catch a glimpse of something moving, turning your head slightly you see him fisting his cock as he groans into your pussy. “Fuck, my pussy taste that good, baby? That you’ve got to fuck your own fist?”

He can't answer you because it means that he would have to pull his lips away from your cunt. Not willing to pull his tongue out of your warmth for a single second while you are dripping into his mouth. He groans, doubling down on his efforts to make you cum.

The only word you’re able to speak is his name, it falls out of your mouth over and over as he works you towards your high. Your thighs tighten around his head, as you start to cum. Hands gripping onto the headboard as you flood his face.

Dave hisses, his fist tight around his cock and squeezing so that he doesn't cum. Nearly ready to from the sweetness of your release and your cries.

“Fuck,” you murmur as you lift yourself off of his face, “Hi, baby.” You giggle as you look down at his soaked face.

"Hi." He smirks, a little pussy drunk and he lets go of his cock so he can stroke your hip.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask, as you run your hands through his hair, loving how blissed out he looks.

"Yes." He nods as he looks up at you. He's wanted to kiss you, and now there is nothing to stop him.

Wasting no time, the second he gives you permission you smash your lips against his. Not caring that they’re still damp with your arousal, you lick across his bottom lip as a silent plea for entry.

It's been years since Dave has kissed someone besides Carol. The pecks on the lips with the girls don't count. Years since he has kissed someone like he was going to devour them. And that is exactly what the kiss between the two of you turns into.

You moan freely into his mouth, letting him take the lead as he kisses you with an intensity that makes your heart flutter. Reaching down you grip his cock, giving it slow languid strokes.

"Fuck." Dave groans, twitching in your fist but he thinks of something and pulls away. "Do you- do you want me to wear a condom?" He asks breathlessly.

“Fuck no,” you say before pulling him back for another kiss.

He moans into your mouth, needing to be inside you now that there is nothing stopping him. "Ride me." He begs.

“Yes, sir,” you giggle, lining yourself up with him and slowly sinking down. Moaning from the stretch of him. “Fast or slow, baby?” 

"Fuck." He groans. "You could just stay right there." He promises, watching you as you adjust to him in this new position.

“You just want me to keep your fat cock warm?”

You could, he wouldn't have any problem with you just sitting on his cock all night but he thinks you want more. "Later." He groans, pushing your hip with his hand, urging you to move. "Remember that I can't keep going if you make me cum too quickly."

“You can use your mouth and fingers though,” you say before grinding down on him, loving his filthy groans. “How often did you play with cock and think of me?” You ask as you rock your hips back and forth, nice and slowly.

"Every fucking time." Dave grunts, bracing his feet on the bed and starts to roll his hips up to meet yours. "Every fucking time I jerked off."

“Fuck,” you groan, before increasing your speed. “I think about you too,” you admit, “Those fucking shoulders. Imagined you putting my legs over them so you could fuck me deeper.”

Dave hisses, rocking his hips up harder. "Yeah?" He asks. "You knew how big my cock was before last night?"

“It’s honestly bigger than I was imagining,” you say before gasping, “And I was imagining a big cock.”

He grunts proudly, grabbing your hips and pulling you down to make sure he grinds deep into you. Wanting to make you feel every inch of him.

“You gonna make me cum on it,” you challenge as you snap your hips forward.

"Fuck yes." He hisses, gritting his teeth and snapping his hips up hard enough to make you bounce.

“Dave,” you gasp, as he forces the air out of your lungs, you bounce up and down on his length, grabbing one of his hands and placing it on your tit. 

Dave palms you tit and squeezes it, grunting at how perfect it fits in his hand. Watching as you ride his cock like you had imagined and yet, it is so much better.

He fucks into that delicious spot with ease, making you almost delirious with pleasure. With a few more rolls of your hips, you find your walls fluttering around him, before clamping down, choking his cock and cumming hard.

Dave groans, wrapping his arms around you and he takes over. Feeling that you can’t move anymore and he starts thrusting up into you like his life depends on it.

  “Fill me up,” you plead, grateful for the change in power right now. “Please, baby.”

"I will, fuck, I will." Dave groans out your name. Starting to chant it with every thrust of his hips. Until he finally pushes deep and starts to cum, filling you up just like you begged him to.

You love the way he overwhelms you, everyone of your senses are on fire in the most delicious way and it’s because of him. “Fuck,” you groan as he finishes filling you up, “So many nights of imagining this, and it was a million times better than I ever could have imagined.”

He nods, panting as he closes his eyes. "I- I shouldn't' have wanted it, but I did." He admits, holding you close. "It's so much fucking better than I ever thought of."

You giggle, loving the way he reacts to it. Still buried deep in your pussy, and groaning as your flutter and clamp down around him. “You wanna wake me up with your cock?” You ask before pressing a kiss to his lips.

“I can do that.” He doesn’t motion for you to get off him, and sighs softly. “I need to ask you a question though.”

“Should I be worried?” You ask, as you shuffle off of him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, instead of climbing in next to him.

“No?” He frowns, shaking his head and looking down at his hands before he starts talking. “Now that- now that Carol and I aren’t going to be staying together….if you wanted to stop this…surrogacy, I understand.” He tells you. “I know it’s not what you signed up for.”

“What do you want?” You ask, before running your hands through your hair. “I know how good of a dad you are, and despite what I said earlier, if anyone could juggle a newborn and all of this… it would be you. And I'd be here to help and breastfeed for as long as you need me.”

He blows out a small sigh and he shakes his head. “You don’t want what I’ve discovered I want.”

“What do you want?” You say, confusion evident on your face. 

“I want to do this with…..with a partner, but you don’t want to be a parent and I don’t want you to feel like you have to.” He’s not saying things right and he shakes his head. “Just forget I said something. It’s not a good idea.”

“If you’re asking me to have a baby with you, you’re going to have to at least take me out to dinner first.” You say, before giggling and moving your face up to his, “Kiss me, idiot.”

He closes his eyes and shakes his head but he leans in to kiss you. “I don’t know when I started imagining raising the baby with you.” He confesses. Maybe it was all the time you spent together, but he hadn’t imagined you leaving after the baby was weaned.

“Can’t pretend my heart didn’t stutter when you said ‘our baby’ last night,” you admit, “But we have to be smart here. The girls. Carol. The fact we haven’t even been on a date yet… And honestly I could be pregnant right now… We need to sit and have a conversation out of this post sex haze.” You climb into bed next to him and lightly press a kiss to his lips, “Right now I know two things… 1. How badly I want you. 2. We have a lot to figure out.” 

“We’ll figure them out.” Dave promises, wrapping his arms around you, “I want to figure them out.”

“Me too. You wanna be the little or big spoon, baby?” You ask before you pepper a kiss on his shoulder.

It’s been a hard day and he chuckles to himself. “Would you think less of me if I wanted to be the little spoon?”

“Not at all, baby.” Letting go of him, so he can shift around in your arms. 

Dave turns over and sighs when you wrap your arms around him. Finding comfort in the fact that you care about him. Carol cheating on him is going to change everything in his and his girls life, but it might be for the better. He might get to have you. 

“Goodnight, my love,” you mumble against his warm skin, placing a few kisses between his shoulder blades and wrapping your arms just a little tighter. 

****

When Dave wakes up, he smiles as he feels your arm still around him. Apparently neither one of you moved during the night. He hums, shifting slowly as he turns to face you.

You wake up to Dave shifting in your arms, and you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. One of his hands slowly rubs the bottoms of your back as you move a little closer to him, “Good morning, you sleep ok?” Your mumble sleepily.

“Never woke up.” Which for him was a miracle. He smiles, admiring the way that you are struggling to keep your eyes open. “You look beautiful first thing.”

“Flatterer. And good, I’m glad, I didn’t either. Slept like a baby.” You say as you press yourself up against him. Grinning when you feel how hard he is already. 

"Good." You had said you wanted him to wake you up on his cock, but you managed to open your eyes before he could get into position. So now he leans in and kisses you while rolling you onto your back.

You let him mould your body as he pleases, his mouth refusing to leave yours as he climbs on top of you, his fingers snaking between your bodies and slowly circling your clit.

Instead of rush through things to push inside you, Dave decides to take it slow. He's got all morning, the girls won't be up for at least another hour and on Sundays they liked to watch cartoons before the designated brunch time.

“Feels so good,” you moan as he plays with your clit, his lips lightly ghosting your neck as you moan his name. “You want me to stroke your cock, baby?”

"No." He kisses along your neck and nuzzles your pulse, inhaling the scent of you. Warm and soft with sleep, arousal now mixing with it. "Gonna slide inside you of you soon enough."

“Sounds perfect,” you say quietly, loving how perfectly you fit together, “Keep the pace nice and slow.”

"Lazy lovin' Sunday." He hums, smiling against your skin.

“Sign me up for more,” you say with a soft laugh, “All of them.”

"Yeah?" He huffs quietly, rocking his hard cock against your mound slowly. "You want to do this every Sunday?"

“Baby, I want to do it everyday,” you say as his fingers rub a little harder, your orgasm just teetering over the edge. 

“Don’t know if I could do it everyday.” He chuckles. “Getting old.”

“Doesn’t seem that way to me,” you choke out, as pleasure explodes behind your little bundle of nerves, cumming with a soft moan of his name, as he whispers soft praises in your ear.

When you come back down, Dave pulls his hand away so he can slide between your thigh. Pressing against you and slowly rocking his hips forward as he starts to sheath his cock in the tight walls of your pussy.

One of your hands gently holds onto the back of his head, while the other one grips onto his hip. The heft of him a glorious stretch, as he pushes himself in, taking his time and giving you a moment to adjust once he’s filled you to the hilt. “Could stay like this forever.”

"Have to eventually eat." He teases, nudging his nose against yours and then kissing your lips.

“You’re gorgeous, did you know?” You say after he softly kisses your lips.

"Distracting me." He hums, kissing you again. "You are the gorgeous one." He murmurs quietly, starting to slowly move. "You were going to sacrifice your body, your womb to give me a baby."

“Oh, you feel so good,” you whine as he starts a slow but delicious rhythm, notching against paradise. “How could I say no to those big brown eyes?”

"Ask everyone who turned me down." He hums, flashing you a small smile and trying not to let Carol's betrayal affect him, affect this. He shouldn't have fallen in love with you, but he did and he's not going to apologize for it.

“Their loss is my gain,” you say, “But no one else but me and you exist right now.” You whisper into his ear.

"No one else." It might be ironic, promising fidelity when he is technically cheating on his wife, but he feels single. Or at least his emotional attachment to Carol severed the moment he learned about her affair.

“Make love to me,” you whisper softly into his ear, “Please.”

It's soft, sweet. Dave takes his time and doesn't try to push anything but the softest sounds out of you. Each slow thrust accompanies a kiss and some praise.

Your hands trail the expanse of his shoulders, dipping down his back and finding home on his hips, you can feel that delicious pressure building but you don’t want to let go just yet, needing desperately to fall off that ledge at the same time.

"Baby." Dave groans quietly in your ear. "Need you to cum for me."

“Call me baby, again,” you say, before clamping down around him, “Cum with me.”

"Baby." He grunts, pushing his hips a little harder. "Baby." He feels his body tensing. "Baby." He chokes out before he buries himself deep and pours himself into you.

You clamp down around him hard. Cumming with the softest, sweetest whimper of his name. Your arms wrap around him as he groans your name once more, before dropping down and capturing your lips in a bruising kiss.

He pulls away only when he finally needs to take a breath, humming softly as he reaches up and caresses your cheek.

“You know I’m going to expect you to exclusively call me baby now I know how good it sounds?” You laugh as you push his hair back out of his face.

He chuckles and nods. "Figured."

“Sorry to darken the mood, but she’s probably going to be home today,” you sigh, “With work tomorrow. You want to spend a few nights downstairs with me until it’s all figured out?”

Dave sighs and he hates to acknowledge that but he nods. "Yeah." He leans down and kisses you again. "Just until I can get her ass served with divorce papers."

“At least we can be loud down there,” you say as you nuzzle your nose against his, “That’s if you’re not ‘too old’ to go again later.”

He snorts and shakes his head. "Might be." He jokes, nudging his nose against yours. "But you need to shower." He smirks at you playfully. "You smell like sex."

“So do you.” Kissing his lips once more you gently push him off you and climb out of bed, “Wanna join me?”

"I shouldn't." He admits, sitting down on the bed. "Just in case she comes home or the girls wake up."

“Guess it’ll just be me and my imagination then,” you say with a fake huff, “I’ll see you after, we can make the girls breakfast again.”

  "Hey." Dave calls out and smirks at you when you turn to look at him. "I love you."

“I love you too.” You say, before slipping downstairs to shower. 

****

The morning goes by in a blurred frenzy, Molly tells you that she needs 36 cupcakes to take to school with her tomorrow, and with Carol not back it’s down to you to bake them.

It’s only once you’ve finished frosting the final cake that you hear her car pull up onto the drive and Dave flashes an annoyed glance in your direction.

"Girls, why don't you go upstairs and play?" Dave suggests, ignoring the way they whine and try to stall, but he breathes a sigh of relief when they disappear to go upstairs. He turns towards you and watches you carefully. "Do you want to go downstairs?"

“Do you want me to? I can go if you want or stay and support you. Either way is fine.”

"I'm not going to confront her about everything." He tells you. "But I don't want you to face her wrath if she gets pissy."

“I can take it, but if you want me to go, I’ll go, baby.” You say before reaching out and caressing his cheek, sighing at the sound of her key turning in the door. Peppering the quickest of kisses on his lips.

He should send you away, but he doesn't. Realizing how much you care about him because you are willing to face whatever mood Carol is in just to stand beside him. He looks at you softly before his eyes harden as the door opens and Carol calls out. "In the kitchen." He calls back, voice flat.

“You’ve got this,” you whisper before briefly squeezing his hand. You both say nothing as she waltzes back in the house, tossing her car keys down on the counter and immediately going to the refrigerator and getting herself a bottle of water.

"Where have you been?" Dave asks quietly, sitting at the table watching as she twists the cap off the bottle and guzzles down half of it.

She giggles before slamming the bottle down, “Oh, Dave, you won’t believe it,” she says with a roll of her eyes and a huge grin splashed across her face, “Me, Maria and Tanya had one too many and ended up in Atlantic City! Of course I didn’t have my charger so I couldn’t contact you, but it was so great! Exactly what Maria needed.”

"Is it?" At least Maria hadn't lied when she told Dave that she wouldn't breathe a word of their conversation to Carol. She had been horribly apologetic, nearly tearful when she realized her sister had lied to her. "Is she feeling better now, then?" He asks.

“So much better,” she says before finishing the rest of her water, “I can’t believe we ended up there… The AmTrak really shouldn’t run at that time of night. Anyway I should shower…” She turns to look at you, “Could you have lunch ready when I get back downstairs? I’m starved.”

"She is not the maid." Dave reminds his wife. "Fix your own damn food."

“Excuse me?” Carol says, raising her eyebrow, “She lives here rent free, she can fix me a damn sandwich. What is your problem, David?”

"My problem is that you were supposed to be home two days ago, Carol." Dave doesn't raise his voice, he doesn't shout or throw anything. "You didn't call, you didn't give a fucking shit if your husband or your children knew if you were okay. You waltz back in and ask our surrogate to fix you a fucking sandwich."

“I told you I couldn’t call. Maria needed me, Dave. This is my home, she’s living here for free in exchange for me pumping her full of your cum. A sandwich won’t kill her.”

"Don't say it like that." Dave huffs. "You agreed that that was what you wanted. Have you changed your mind?"

  She rolls her eyes dramatically, and she shakes her head. “No honey, you could just be a little more accommodating when it comes to the needs of my family.”

"Go take your damn shower." Dave tells her. "I'll fix you a fucking sandwich."

“No, she will fix me a sandwich. I need you to pack me an overnight bag, Maria wants us to go to the spa tonight. Last minute deal on groupon.”

“Carol.” Dave frowns at his wife and shakes his head. “It’s Sunday. I have work tomorrow. I’m not going to a spa.”

“Oh, honey,” she says with a laugh, “I meant me and Maria. Not ‘us’.”

Dave’s hands are on his hips and he contemplates just packing her a bag and letting her go. Taking the easy way out but he shakes his head. “Sure, Carol. Whatever you say.”

“Dave,” you say, as he lets her walk over him, “You deserve better than this.”

“Excuse me?” She scoffs at you, as you continue to focus on him. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“I talked to Maria yesterday.” Dave announces, staring at Carol.

“What?” She splutters, “When?”

“Don’t worry about when.” He huffs and grits his teeth. “Where were you really?”

She sighs and walks over to Dave, wrapping her arms around his neck and pouting, “I just needed a few days to myself, baby, this whole surrogacy thing is so stressful. I’m sorry.”

He pulls away from her, knocking her arms from around his neck, “you owe me at least the fucking truth, Carol.” He hisses. “Be honest. For fucking once.”

“Leave,” she hisses at you, “You’re the reason I felt like I needed to escape my family for a few days.”

“Oh, that wasn’t Robert that made you feel the need to leave?” Dave sneers.

“What exactly did Maria tell you?” She says, clearly relenting and sitting on the stool behind her. “Make her leave and we can talk honey, we don’t need her meddling in our business.”

“She can stay.” Dave shakes his head and scoffs. “Maria told me enough, don’t worry.” He promises her. “My lawyer’s already been called.”

“Saline.” She says with a smirk, “You were right. I didn’t want another baby, but I knew you were adamant you wanted us to try surrogacy.” She turns to look at you and laughs, “Looks like he has no use for you anymore either, no chance you’re knocked up with salt water.”

He nods, furious but at least he knows why it didn't seem like the inseminations were working. "How long have you been fucking this guy Robert, Carol?" He asks, holding up his hand when you start to speak.

“Doesn’t matter,” she shrugs, “He ended it last night. The spa trip was a cover up to go and get some of my stuff I left at his.” She admits, no point in lying anymore.

"How fucking long?" Dave demands, his voice hardening slightly and his eyes dark.

“Just over a year,” she scoffs, “Does it matter? Do we really need to be having this conversation in front of her? She should have started packing her bags the second I told you both about the saline.”

"No, but you can pack your bags." Dave tells her, crossing his arms over his chest. "Get out of my house, Carol. We are done."

“No, we are not,” she shrugs, “We can find another surrogate and try again. We will have the baby and move on together.”

 “No,” you say, courage coursing through your veins, “He will have a baby, but it will be with me. And I’ll spend the rest of my life doing the one thing you were too stupid to do, and I’ll show him how appreciated and loved he is.”

Dave lifts a brow at your impassioned speech and smirks at the way Carol's jaw drops in surprise. "I've already given my lawyer the evidence, Carol." He tells her. "Just like I'm going to forward this video of you confessing to adultery to him."

She ignores Dave and instead sneers at you, “You’ll get bored of him. Just like I did. I’d run if I was you, get out of here as quickly as you can.”

“I’m good,” you say before reaching out and grabbing his hand, “Fell in love with him that very first day in the cafe. Fell even harder watching how incredible a father he is, fell some more when he made love to me this morning. Will continue to fall harder and harder for the rest of my life.”

"Get out, Carol." Dave tells her quietly, squeezing your hand and looking over at you with soft love in his eyes. "I'll tell the girls you will be there to see them this weekend, but I want you to go. You made your choice, so I've made mine." His choice is you. You and his girls and whatever kids you might have together. 

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” she scoffs before grabbing her keys, “And i’ll be ready for you to apologize, so we can move on from this. Make sure that little slut is out of our basement before I get back.”

He sighs and shakes his head, watching her walk away and doesn't flinch when the door slams behind her. "Gonna have to change the fucking locks." He sighs before he looks over at you and grins. "You heard her. You need to be out of the basement by tomorrow."

“I heard her loud and clear, baby,” you say before pulling him in for a heated kiss, “I’m just thinking about how you’re planning on fucking this little slut tonight.”

"Might be too tired from moving all your stuff into the master bedroom." He smirks, wrapping his arms around you. "Unless you're still ovulating."

“Oh I think moving can wait until the morning,” you smirk, “Save that energy ‘old man’, Daddy is going to be railing the fuck out of this little pussy tonight.”

“Sounds good to me baby.” Dave smirks and pulls you close. “Tonight we’re going to make our baby.” He promises.

“Keep calling me, baby, and we can make our baby right here and right now.” You tease, before kissing him hard and slow. “I was telling the truth by the way, fell in love with you the second I saw those big gorgeous brown eyes.”

He hums, knowing that you mean it. His hand slides down and he cups your ass. "I started falling in love with you while you've been living here." He admits, knowing you will understand that. "But I think that it's fair enough to say that I am completely in love with you, baby."

“Good,” you say before scrunching up your nose and nuzzling it against his, “Guess now I can tell you about the sex dream I keep having.”

"Tell me all about it." Dave pulls you close and closes his eyes. He's still hurt about Carol's betrayal, about her tearing their family apart. But he also has to thank her for it. If she hadn't been unfaithful, he wouldn't have met you, he wouldn't have fallen in love with you and he wouldn't be planning on creating a life with you.

“Keep dreaming about slowly riding your cock, your lips wrapped around one of my nipples, tasting the milk I make for our baby. Listening to you telling me how sweet it is. How sweet I am. Before tasting more.”

“That sounds more like a prediction than a dream.” Dave murmurs. He had already thought about watching you breastfeed and seeing your tits full of milk, and how he won’t have to deny those thoughts. “Let’s see if we can’t make dreams come true.”

“I would love to. I love you, Dave York.”

****

[SIX MONTHS LATER]

 You groan at the clock next to you, reading 4:23AM. Your pregnancy cravings refuse to let up, but your aching and swollen feet makes it too difficult to get up and out of bed. 

You don’t want to wake him, he’s been so supportive, so wonderful and spends a good forty minutes every evening luring you to sleep with his tongue. Knowing it’s the only thing that relaxes you enough to sleep. But you had made the decision to attempt to ignore your craving after dinner and it’s come back to bite you in the ass. You groan again as you think about the rocky road in the freezer, calling your name. 

Wordlessly, he sits up and presses a kiss to your forehead and before you can apologize for waking him, he’s shushing you and getting out of bed. 

A few minutes later he returns with a pint of ice cream, two spoons and two gatorades. 

“What did I do to deserve you?” You say softly, feeling tears spring up in your eyes and immediately start to stream down your cheeks. Pregnancy hormones make you a lot weepier than usual.

"You answered an ad." He teases, setting down the gatorades and reaching up to wipe away your tears. "I knew you were going to want ice cream." He teases, leaning in and kisses your lips softly. He motions to the ice cream. "Go ahead and have your ice cream baby, I'm going to talk to him."

“God, I love you,” you say, ripping the cover of the ice cream and digging in. Watching as he gently rests his head on your tummy and starts to talk to your unborn son. The immediate kicking as soon as he hears his Daddy’s voice makes you both smile. Answering that ad had been the best decision you had ever made, you reach down and caress his face after finishing up the ice cream.  “I love you so much. Love our girls. Love our boy. I love you, Dave.”

"Love you too, baby." He promises, kissing your ice cream flavored lips with a smile. "Thank you for our son, thank you for loving me and the girls." There's a ring on your finger, not quite yet a wedding ring since you want to wait until after the baby is born, but the divorce was finalized last month and he can't wait to make you Mrs. Dave York. "Love you so much."

“Me too, baby. I love you.”

[for-ests]

Suffocation: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Pairing: Gojo x reader Warnings: none for this part, later violence and sexual themes  Wc: 6k+ Summary: When you show up to Jujutsu High on nothing but a hunch to find your long-lost brother, you get more than you bargained for when you meet his handsome teacher. Who seems interested in you not only for your abilities but also your body. Please let me know if you’d like to be on the taglist. This story is also on my ao3 and wattpad. COPE fic alert. some things will not be canon accurate please keep in mind!

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There was no way this was the correct address. 

Truthfully, you had already forgotten how you even made your way into the stunningly vibrant complex with historically accurate landscaping and architecture—but you were somehow there. The path had turned from gravel to stone within one step, leading you toward decorated buildings and temples that seemed to tower into the sky. When you finally looked up, even the clouds seemed more plush. 

Birds were chirping loudly, and you heard faint voices in the distance. Confused, you turned your head and looked for your car but found it had vanished. The path you thought you traveled down was no longer there and was replaced by a forest that stretched for miles. You hadn’t walked miles; you had only taken one step past a threshold that only someone like you could see. 

Something was off, and you knew it deep within your bones. But as your eyes scanned your surroundings, you found no hostilities, ghosts, or curses. A sigh of relief left your lips at that. Wherever you found yourself seemed inviting enough, so you would persevere. 

But that didn’t matter. You were there solely to reunite with your supposedly long-lost brother. A sibling you didn’t learn of until a month ago when you were sorting through the boxes in your adoptive parents' basement. It wasn’t fair. You were only twenty-six and had lost two sets of parents, your adoptive perishing in a car accident a few months ago, and your biological parents were still unknown. You were only ten at the time and hardly remembered anything, yet the need to solve their case was always in your mind. The suspicious death of a pregnant woman never went unnoticed, so you always had an inkling there was more to the story. A story you were now beginning to piece together a decade and a half later. 

None of this made sense. The child your mother was carrying did survive, and instead of keeping the two of you together, they ushered you into the foster system? It was all so jumbled together, undoubtedly buried in layers of secrets. You were told you had no extended family, let alone a full brother. You’d been led to believe your life was as every day as possible, only to find you’d been lied to by the couple who took you in. 

The curses were the only hint that something was off. But you’d never spotted any around your adoptive parents. And because they were oblivious, you refused to burden them with the knowledge. Instead, you practiced secretly, exorcizing what you could to keep your new family and friends safe. 

You would do the same for your brother if he would have you. 

Determined, you kept walking down the cherry blossom-decorated path, desperate to solve whatever mystery you’d been thrown into. Jujitsu High made enough sense, and the suspicions were confirmed when you saw through the spell. When you saw the DNA test results, all you had was your brother’s name. Weeks of searching on the internet led you to find the school he was enrolled in. There was no other address, and you found that strange. It made you suspect he was forced to suffer through your same predicament. 

When you realized this high school was for sorcerers, it all clicked into place. Maybe he could see curses, too. He could have similar talents or be even stronger with practice. Did your sibling also have the same ability? Was he here for a reason? Maybe you had gotten your hopes up; perhaps you were hallucinating. You panicked and checked your phone, only to find no signal. 

Why does this always happen to me? 

You stopped abruptly under a sakura tree, the scent it emitted more enchanting than you ever thought possible. For a brief moment, you closed your eyes to take it in, only to realize it was not of cherry blossom. It was a musk of amber and turmeric. 

Your eyes drifted down the hidden path that led off campus. It intrigued you. Somehow, it called you. A piece of the puzzle that you were trying to solve. You were about to indulge until you suddenly felt the presence of another. 

“How did you get in here?” someone asked, the tone half accusatory and half amused. The deep, alluring voice caused you to stiffen. 

And when you turned, your breath stopped. The man was striking, somehow able to captivate you by the faint smile on his lips. You could not see his eyes through what you presumed to be a charcoal-tinted blindfold. He stood a few feet away with his hands shoved in his pockets, radiating confidence and power. Before you could even muster a reply, the white-haired man swaggered toward you, somewhat curious but also cautious. 

No words left your lips as he approached you; all you could focus on was the aura surrounding him. It was blaring, basically engulfing him, possibly the strongest you’d ever been able to comprehend. 

It was as if you were suffocating, wasting precious air as you tried desperately to configure all he entailed. All that he was. He was far past your understanding, spiritual, bewitching, and commanding. His looks could kill. The black uniform was not concealing enough, and you fought past the spell he seemed to cast on you, making you fathom what was underneath. 

Lucky for you, your determination cleared the haze he left you in. 

“I’m here to see my brother.” That was all you managed to reply, but it was enough. Somehow, you knew that was what you needed to say. You were grasping at strings but understood that being truthful in a realm you couldn't fully comprehend was the best option. 

The stranger was standing too close, towering over you as if inspecting every fiber of your being. Even if you couldn’t physically see his eyes, you could feel them all over you. 

The intensity of his concealed gaze almost made you gasp out loud. 

Silence passed before the man asked, “Do you even know where you are?” 

Blinking yourself out of the embarrassing way you were staring at him, you reached into your purse and pulled out a piece of paper, brandishing it to him as a defense. “Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College” 

“Ahh.” He plucked the paper from your fingers and took a step back. Since his eyes were covered, you didn’t even know if he read the contents. Regardless, it was your proof that you’d been led there thanks to Google Maps and your own detective work. 

Frowning, you watched him closely for a reaction. The initial energy you witnessed was now barely a flicker. Was he a teacher? He seemed friendly enough but also shocked—as if you were trespassing. 

“What's your name?” You practically squeaked, internally wishing you could display more confidence.

“Maybe you can help me.” 

“Gojo Satoru,” he replied, folding the piece of paper and handing it back to you, suddenly becoming unbothered as his hands stretched above his head, a yawn threatening to escape his lips. “Not that I don’t enjoy the company of a beautiful woman, but you aren’t supposed to be here.” 

Something in you fluttered, but it didn’t diminish your sudden panic. “I would have called, but there was no phone number!” You rushed out, trying not to sway nervously on your feet. You were antsy, knowing you were so close to finally getting the answers you’d dedicated the last couple of months of your free time to. 

It was the only thing that had kept you strong through your mourning. 

Gojo crossed his arms. That wasn’t a lie, but there was definitely something you weren’t sharing. Notably how virulent your cursed energy was and why he had never heard of you. “Why don’t you just call his phone?” 

You slumped in defeat, knowing you had set yourself up to be trapped. But you needed to be honest to find the answers, to find your baby brother. That mattered most at the end of the day, and you would make this man help you whether he liked it or not. 

“Look, I just figured out I had a brother, okay?” You paused for a moment and shifted your purse farther up your shoulder. It was hard to gauge his reaction when you couldn’t see his eyes. That was your specialty; it was how you saw the true intent of someone’s soul. “I just want to confirm he’s here and I’ll set up a meeting with his guardian. I know I showed up unannounced but I just need to make sure he’s alive…”

“What made you think he wasn’t?” 

“I don’t know. It was hard to find him.” You glared. “Are you gonna help me or not?” 

“Maybe.” He smirked. 

“Maybe?” You scoffed. “What more proof do you need?”

“A few things…” He tapped his chin as if it was apparent. This man was being far too playful with you. 

“Can you fucking help me or not?” Your question was laced with venom, so much so that you were shocked. Being toyed with about something so profound to you caused all your manners to vanish. If he would keep you from seeing your brother, you would find an alternative. 

“Tell me why you’re suppressing your cursed energy.” Gojo shrugged, like admitting something so personal was an everyday experience. 

After the initial surprise of his statement passed, all you managed to do was tilt your chin up in defiance. So, he was like you. Though in a different way. 

“Take your blindfold off, and I can show you,” you replied back just as casually. 

He whistled mockingly, but the way he stepped closer to you ensured he was impressed. And he was wondering if your previous anxiety was just a well-played facade.

“What a feisty little thing you are,” he whispered, dipping his head down, invading your personal bubble. “But I keep it on for a reason.” 

Instead of backing up like your instincts told you, all you could do was stand your ground, trying to stare through the thin fabric, imagining what color they would be and what you would find once he let his guard down. All you needed was a glimpse of his soul. 

A long stillness passed, and the stranger was way too close, but you were unbothered. You knew he was teasing you, possibly trying to flirt with you, and it took all of your strength to hide your bashfulness. The reason you were there mattered much more than your sudden curiosity for him. 

“I want to see my brother.” You tapped your foot against the stones anxiously. 

Sighing through his nose, Gojo finally asked, “What’s your name?” His hands fell back down to his pockets, demeanor relaxing now that he acknowledged you were not a threat like he initially anticipated, only demanding and impatient. 

Your eyes were focused on him, analyzing his movements. A debate was ongoing in your mind. Part of you wanted to keep everything a secret, and the contrary was willing to admit everything. It was obvious, even to someone inexperienced like you, that this man could have killed you already if he wished. 

So, possibly against your better judgment, you took the first step and entrusted him with information. 

“My given name was Y/N Itadori.” 

…Itadori? 

Gojo’s entire reality almost collapsed at your reply. There was no way you could be related, not even a chance. Extensive background checks had been put in place, and an immense amount of effort was put into ensuring that Yuji remained a secret at Jujustu High. Yet somehow, you managed to appear.

A woman, an older sister that Yuji didn’t even know about. You looked nothing like the youngster. You were far too beautiful. It wasn’t just that, though. It was in the way you held yourself, the power pulsing through your veins, the way you smelled—your voice and your eyes. No woman had ever piqued his interest the way you currently were. Perhaps it was because something else about you was impossible to configure. 

He was so stunned that his eyes widened and his eyebrows raised. You could only see his eyebrows, but that was the hint you needed. The hesitation was expected and revealing—his reaction displayed that he was closer to your brother than you thought. 

“So he is here,” you pried further, crossing your arms and shifting your weight to a single hip. Your snarkiness was blatant, and that was because you felt naturally drawn to play whatever game he had in mind. 

“Maybe?” He shrugged, gritting his teeth, left hand raising to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“You better tell me where.” 

“I can show you if you ask nicely.” 

“Absolutely not,” you hissed but didn’t make a move to retreat. There was no way you were going to make the first move. Whether you were leaving or staying, you needed to be cautious. Even if he was playing with you, your eyes did not lie. He could be dangerous if he wanted to be. And you wanted to be nice, but God, was he pissing you off. 

“How rude.” He frowned as if the potency of your tone actually wounded him. “I’m trying to be nice, and this is how you repay me?” 

What you initially wanted to say was definitely discourteous. But that would get you nowhere. Instead, you tried your initial approach. Honesty.

“Gojo,” you said his name bitterly but managed to lower it to a hush. “I can see that you’re powerful, but you also know who my brother is.” You took a deep breath, trying to ignore the nerves rushing back. Your brother was close. He was there, within reach. “I’ve been traveling all day…So please, show me where he is or let me find him myself.” 

Your sudden shift surprised Gojo. Maybe that’s what he wanted his teasing to unveil—your true desperation to see Yuji. It became apparent that his dramatics would not work on you. His suspicion was also correct. You could see curses, and you could see his power. 

“He’s here, and he's under my supervision,” Gojo replied, analyzing you again as he contemplated what to do. He shouldn’t let you meet your brother, as that would only cause more problems for him and the higher-ups. But you…could be useful. You could be something special. Despite his initial curiosity for you and the way you blinded him with your beauty, he wanted to know you as more than what you could be. He didn’t just want to use you. “He can’t leave. You still want to see him?” 

You nodded furiously, hope appearing back in your radiant doe-like eyes. “Please.” 

Gojo cursed himself for making it disappear in the first place, even if he had to. For the first time in a long time, he wanted to apologize. Why?

But instead of apologizing, Gojo gestured behind him and turned on his heels. He didn’t need to ask you to follow him, knowing you were going to anyway.  

He led you down a winding path, and you tried your best to remain focused. It was hard not to become distracted. His physique and the power radiating from him were engulfing when you let yourself notice. 

The breathtaking nature surrounding you was also impossible to ignore. This compound was picture-perfect. If you had another reason to be there, you would have pulled your phone back out of your pocket. 

The air was crisp, not heavy like the city air. No curses were around, and you felt a foreign sense of peacefulness. 

You followed Gojo into a building and then into a long hallway. You tried your best to trail the path but came up empty-handed. That was when you realized you were trusting the white-haired man too much. Far more than you would have ever anticipated, but your gut wasn't twisting. The hairs on the back of your neck were not prickling with warning. It felt safe. 

When he finally spoke minutes later, you registered just how desperate you were trying to pick him apart with your mind. 

“This is my office,” Gojo said, sitting in the chair behind the desk, kicking his feet up nonchalantly. “I’m a professor here, or an equivalent.” 

“It's nice,” you replied, trying to hide your wandering eyes as they scanned the office. It would be nice if you had a blindfold as well. 

You didn’t exactly know what you were looking for but were satisfied to see nothing suspicious. There were no clear signs of deception. An empty office with a few decorations. There was only one picture frame on the desk, presumably with students. One had black hair, and one had pink hair. You couldn't help but smile once glimpsing it, as they all looked so happy. Gojo was in the middle with the biggest smile on his face. 

You wondered if he would ever smile at you like that. Your stomach flipped with warning the second you realized what you wished for. What was wrong with you? Who was this man, and why did he have such a hold on you? 

“I already texted your brother,” he finally replied, face focused on yours. He knew exactly where your eyes were wandering. And that was what gave him confidence. It made him aware that his flirting attempts were successful. Whatever the two of you had going on, it wasn’t just him that felt it. You did, too. 

Thank God. He was lucky his eyes were hidden. There was a mystery even with what he expected your abilities to be. Gojo was already craving for you to be underneath him, and he hated himself for it. Those thoughts definitely had a time and place. 

“How long?” You asked, finally sitting in the opposite chair and away from his propped-up shoes. 

You hadn't even asked for clarification on your brother's name. Still, your stare was so intense that Gojo couldn’t help but be physically flustered, his usual nonchalant behavior mending into something more severe in your presence.

At least Yuji had already replied to him. But Gojo did not know how to respond back. He didn't learn how to navigate a situation like this. Yuji would take the news of a long-lost sibling the best out of everyone, but Gojo was still nervous. 

“Any minute,” he rushed, staring at the door, trying to ignore the beauty that commanded even the power of his six eyes.  

There was no way you weren't feeling the same fervor he was. He could see it in your eyes, the way you chewed on the inside of your cheek. He was making you flustered, but he could be wrong. A few years had passed since he'd been intimate with a woman, let alone interested to this degree.

You had a facade he'd never seen before. You acted like you had a secret, even as you admitted the truth. When he pried for the truth, you gave it. So… what were you hiding? 

You were looking at your hands, but Gojo was entirely enticed by you. 

Studying your features, he almost lost himself in them before the door slid open—revealing Yuji Itadori. His student, your brother. A catalyst that tied your souls together. 

If it was possible for Gojo to hear your heartbeat stop, he did. Your aura immediately changed, and all the sassiness you threw his way vanished, replaced with shyness and uncertainty. 

“Yuji!” Gojo greeted enthusiastically to compensate for your silence, finally sliding his feet off the desk and sitting up straighter. 

It took extreme willpower not to start bawling on the spot as you finally glimpsed your long-lost brother. You just knew it was him, and it made your eyes sting. They stung for all the months you’d been searching, for all the years you missed out on, and all the times you couldn’t be there for him. You wanted to reach out to him, but you were frozen. You couldn’t formulate a single word as your mouth hung open, embarrassingly so. 

He casually greeted his sensei before glancing apprehensively at you. “Who’s this?” 

A moment passed when nobody said a word. Gojo was waiting for you to say something, anything, but it seemed you’d short-circuited. How cute.

“This is your sister, Y/N Itadori!” Gojo almost yelled, throwing his arms up and pointing at you in a V-shape. “Isn’t that wonderful?” 

Gojo’s exuberant nature snapped you out of your internal debate, realizing what he had just admitted. 

“Really?” You snapped your head at Gojo, eyes wide with disbelief but your lips pursing with contempt. “That’s how you’re going to tell him!?” 

The sorcerer dropped his arms in defense. “You weren’t saying anything!”

Frustrated, you returned to Yuji, who stood in the doorway with analytical eyes that were boring into you and trying to find any sense of a joke. You tried to think of something to say, but it was fruitless. No excuse or apology seemed sincere enough. Hopefully, he wouldn’t mind. 

He stepped closer to you, oncing you over and putting the pieces together. “You have grandpa’s nose,” he finally said. “Which means you also have mom’s nose.” 

“Yeah…” You slumped in your seat, slightly out of relief. At least he believed you. And because of that, you chuckled to release the tension. 

“You’re really my older sister?” he asked, apprehensively pulling out the chair beside you and sitting down. “I didn’t know I had one.” 

Whether or not you should have invaded his personal space, you couldn’t help but reach for his hands. And when he didn’t shy away, you gave them a squeeze. “I can explain everything to you, if you want.” When you released his hands, you leaned back in the chair. “Or at least the pieces I’ve put together.” 

“Of course I want that.” Yuji smiled, but there was a sadness behind it. Undoubtedly, he was thinking about everything you’d been stressing over. Right then and there, you decided you would do everything you could to make it up to him. 

A tear escaped your cheek before you even realized it. He was a handsome young boy; he was strong and intelligent. He was everything your parents could have ever asked for, and it made you miss them even more. “God, Yuji,” you faltered. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” 

“Really?” he asked, eyebrows raising in distress at how quickly your mood shifted. 

You nodded, wiping your tears and laughing again. Too many emotions were racing through your body, and you didn’t know where to start. You took a moment to compose yourself and decided to start from the beginning, knowing Gojo was listening but not really caring. It would be beneficial for him to know as well. 

Taking care of your brother was something you would forever be indebted to Gojo for. 

“My adoptive parents were killed in a car accident,” you started, feeling your throat tighten at the memory of getting that police call. “I was sorting through their documents, and I found a folder from my adoption…” 

Everything poured out quickly after that. You even gushed about how excited you were about having a little brother when your parents broke the news to you all those years ago. You told him about the good and the bad, about the struggles, about your sadness and belief he was dead. You told him about how angry you were when you found out that he’d been alive the entire time and how the adoption system failed both of you. 

An immense amount of relief filled your being when you finished the story. Yuji hardly asked any questions as you spoke, and Gojo sat there perfectly calm, listening intently. Just being able to tell Yuji about his past was satisfactory enough. At least he knew. At least you were able to find him and be at peace that he was alive. 

You glanced at the documents sprawled across Gojo’s desk. The proof was all there, and so were your intentions. “I’d love to be in your life, Yuji,” you said somewhat nervously. “If you’ll have me.” 

Your brother’s face was blank for a second but then cracked into the warmest, brightest smile you’d ever had the blessing to witness. “Of course I will, Y/N!” 

And before you could muster a reply, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around you. You giggled, returning the embrace, holding him extra tight, cherishing such a tender moment. The best possible outcome. A healthy brother. 

But when you pulled away and got a better look at him, you let the curiosity overtake you. The power inside of you couldn’t resist taking a closer look to truly know if his soul was untainted, if it was pure, and what the future had in store for him. 

Within a split second, hardly a glimpse, you peered into Yuji’s eyes and beyond the surface level of his corneas. You broke down the barrier to see into his soul, desperate to know the color of his heart, the essence of his being. 

Sunset orange. 

But there was something else, faint but there. Crimson and black, ancient and all-powerful. Deadly and evil—from the deepest pits of hell. It wasn’t your brother, though. It scared you, the foreign essence constricting around your brother’s soul. And as you tried to look deeper, you brushed the barrier and were met with black and soulless eyes, feigning death and domination. 

“How dare you try to see me, pathetic woman senkensha.” 

Panicked, you came back to reality. You could barely even gasp before standing up, hands slamming down at the table. You were not going to blame Yuji for it; you would direct your anger to Gojo. 

“What's inside him?!” you hissed, finger jetting out and pointing with malice. For a split second, your eyes were able to bore through the black blindfold that covered Gojo’s eyes, and you saw them widen with shock. The color filled your senses, but it disappeared before you could process it. 

Gojo and Itadori glanced at each other. 

“How do you know there’s something inside him?” Gojo asked, harshness blaring in his tone for the first time, covering up for that millisecond where you infiltrated his fortified barriers. 

“I don’t know,” you said curtly. “I just do.” 

“Wait…why do you assume it’s my fault?” Gojo asked as the surprise and pique faded away. 

“Can you see curses too?” Yuji questioned somewhat excitedly. 

You nodded, still on edge, as you glanced back to your brother. “Since before you were born.” 

But Sukuna was different. Gojo knew that. A sorcerer, let alone an ordinary person, could not sense anything of Sukuna in the first place. You had also slipped through his own fortifications, closer to his infinity than he’d ever felt before. Did you have an ability he couldn’t sense? 

“Doesn’t explain how you know there’s something inside me.” Yuji narrowed his eyes. 

At the slightest hint of contempt from your newfound brother, your voice's hesitation and accusatory tone vanished. 

“I can see souls,” you whispered. Neither Yuji nor Gojo replied, but you could feel their gaze as you fiddled with your thumbs. “I don’t like to. It’s invasive. I only do it as confirmation.”

“Of what?” Gojo asked. 

“That I'm making the right decision.”

How extraordinary. With all the power you wielded, you could use it for good. You had kept it a secret, had lived among those who were weaker with no hunger for anything more.  

But Gojo could see more than you could ever imagine. He could see your potential bubbling, strengthening each time you gathered the willpower to use it. Did you even know you could scramble someone’s mind with a technique like that? 

“I just needed to know, Yuji.” You bit your lip. “Forgive me.” 

“It's fine,” he replied. “You’re right.” 

You lifted your head. 

“I'm a vessel,” Yuji said. “There’s a demon inside me.” 

“What!?” Your voice raised in concern. 

“Its under control for now,” Gojo interjected. Before you could say anything else, he continued. “Yuji, its getting late, go back to your room. We will talk later.” 

He nodded and rose from the chair immediately, which shocked you. “It was nice to finally meet you, Y/N.” Yuji lowered his head respectfully. 

“Wait, Yuji!’ You stood up and rushed toward him, handing him a post-it note you snatched from Gojo’s desk with your phone number scribbled. 

“If you need me,” you whispered faintly. “I’ll be there.” 

Smiling brightly once again, Yuji took the note from you and embraced you. “I’ll see you tomorrow sister, yeah?” 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you reassured, watching him leave and sliding the office door shut. Your head turned with his footsteps as they pattered down the hallway, only hoping he got back to his bedroom safely. What you had learned was nothing short of terrifying, but if he allowed you to be there every step of the way, you would. 

“There's an extra room for you,” Gojo said after a long silence. “I think you should stay.” 

“I’ll be alright.” You smiled. “My motel is only a few minutes away.” 

Gojo had a horrible feeling about it but knew he couldn't do anything to stop you. It would be impossible to convince you of things you couldn’t understand. Even if Yuji was your brother, he was still a stranger. So was Gojo, but he was wary of letting you leave now that you knew part of the truth, possibly one of the best-hidden secrets in the world. The least he could do for his sanity was give you his number and a few incentives to make you return and remain comfortable. 

“How much is the motel room?” He asked nonchalantly. 

“About 10,00 yen.” You shrugged. “Nothing fancy.” 

Reaching into his pocket, Gojo pulled out his wallet. You watched him with a confused expression as he separated the bills and handed them to you. “This should cover tonight, but after that cancel the room.” 

Hesitantly, you let him place the bills in your hand. “Gojo, I don’t-” 

“If you want to learn everything I can teach you, what I’ve been teaching Yuji-” he paused momentarily, awkwardly reaching up and scratching the back of his neck. “You may become a target. You’ll be put in danger, so I need you to stay on campus.” 

You took a moment to mull over his words and how he said them. His once confident posture had become somewhat humble, and you thought over your answer as Gojo turned to grab a post-it note and scribble on it.

“Preferably… as close to me as possible,” he faltered but pinched the paper between his fingers and brandished it to you, waiting for you to take it, to accept the deal he wanted to make. 

Snatching the note, you saw that it was his phone number. And next to it was nothing less than a winky face. 

Your eyes shot to what would be his, immediately searching for any signs of a prank. Yes, it made complete sense for him to give you his number, but your heart sensed an ulterior motive behind it, and you couldn’t help but blush, finally understanding what he said. 

Gojo grinned at your stupified expression. 

Tilting your chin up, you recovered from your hesitation.“I won’t trust you until I see your soul.” Was all you said, but then you went to pull out your phone and save his number in your contents.  

“You can’t see it now?” Gojo smirked. 

Shoving your phone back in your pocket, you began to take your leave, only looking over your shoulder once you had slid the door back open. 

“Take off your blindfold,” you requested again.  

“Not a chance.” 

You chuckled, nodding your head in acceptance. It did bum you out, though, as you suspected the eyes under that blindfold to be incredibly mystifying. A pair that would only cloud your judgment, if anything. Gojo had already flattered you enough for one day, and you didn’t want to get your hopes up that the flirtatious sorcerer wanted something more. 

It would have been easy to tell if he took that blindfold off. Perhaps it was the mystery that intrigued you. A mystery that would eventually torture you if you couldn’t solve it. 

“Goodnight, Gojo.” 

And then you left, stepping through that barrier like you had only hours ago. But this time, leaving felt much more intimidating. The safety you felt inside was no longer surrounding you, and you were left in the middle of a forest, standing on the decaying steps of an abandoned cabin, with your car only meters away. 

The crickets were loud, and so was the wind. It was cold and dark compared to what you’d witnessed being so close to Itadori and Gojo. 

But it was too late now, and you had too many belongings inside that motel room to lose. As you walked to your car and started it up, you ruminated over the proposal Gojo made. Staying there couldn’t be that bad, right? 

For some reason, you felt the urge to send Gojo a text before departing. Perhaps he’d instilled a new fear in you, but you also learned to listen to your intuition when your gift was absent. Your mind was in shambles, your instincts convincing you that something bad would happen if you left. 

Stay. Your mind blared. Stay the night. 

Taking a deep breath, you ignored the warnings and theorized them just to be the intrusive thoughts that came with being in the presence of an attractive, powerful man. 

Y/N:> Leaving now, thank you for the money. 

Annoying ass teacher guy:> Let me know when you get back ;)

Y/N:> fine 

Annoying ass teacher guy:>I’m open to pictures as well

Annoying ass teacher guy:> I mean

Annoying ass teacher guy:> As proof that your safe 

Y/N:> you’re*

>Contact Name Successfully Changed

Yuji’s sister?? </3 :> it’s gonna take more than 10k yen to impress me 

Annoying ass teacher guy:> noted

Shaking your head, you tossed your phone in the passenger seat and drove off. The teasing made you smile enough to etch a giggle from your lips. Embarrassing. It had been way too long since you’d flirted with someone. 

Your giddiness only lasted for a few minutes, though, as the further out you drove, the stronger your trepidation felt. You turned your music up louder and glanced at your GPS. Only a few more minutes. A few more minutes and you would be in your room, safe and sound. 

Down the long stretch of road, you could see the light illuminating through the forest, the neon-lit sign peeking over the darkness of the trees. 

Shoulders relaxing, you were about to admit you were only paranoid before the hairs on your neck stood up. It made you gasp, the sudden alert of evil eyes on your frame, location, and vulnerability. 

With one hand on the wheel, the other desperately reached for your phone. You quickly opened it and tried to type a coherent message with your thumb. 

Yuji’s sister?? </3 :> something is wronfgg

And when you glanced in the rearview mirror, your heart almost stopped at what was barreling down the street toward your car. 

“Fuck!” you screamed, only seeing the mass gain a staggering distance with each significant, inhuman stride. A curse. A large one, an intelligent one. Something way more advanced than your current capabilities. 

You barely managed to press call before watching its arms reach out, seeming to stretch misshapenly, its mouth opening with a deadly, vengeful smile. 

Instinct took over, and you slammed on your brakes, screeching to a stop. The force of its body colliding with your car caused you to lurch forward in your seatbelt and slam against the wheel. Coughing, you looked up and saw its body fly over your car and smack against the pavement. It rolled, seeming to break into pieces before they snapped back together. 

The curse jolted, and you heard it scream. 

All you could smell was the burnout from your tires. You were frozen in place, hands gripping the steering wheel with so much force that your knuckles were starting to cramp. Your foot was still pressing the brake to the floor. 

“Y/N?!” You heard Gojo’s voice yell through the phone speaker. “Are you okay?” 

You coughed again, struggling to breathe. But his voice snapped you back into place, the adrenaline fading only enough that you were able to speak. 

“No,” you whispered, unable to think of an explanation for how to describe the situation to him. 

“Where are you?!” Gojo asked a little louder, a little more frantic. 

But his questions faded into nothing as the ringing in your ears grew louder. The curse shot up from the ground, its neck cracking back into place, flexing a total of six arms. That same decrepit smile was still on its face. You couldn’t even fathom what it was and what it could possibly want with you. 

“On the road, just by the motel—!” you rushed as a sob of fear rose in your throat.

There was no way to know. The why didn’t matter when you were the prey. You wouldn’t even live long enough to ask. 

“I think I’m gonna die,” you whispered as the curse took a wobbly step forward. Despite its imbalance, the ground still rumbled from the weight and force. 

Its mouth snapped open, revealing layers of razor-sharp teeth and a decaying uvula. Its mouth consumed its entire face, causing you to scream in fear. 

Then, the creature lunged as you slammed on the gas. 

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can you do uzui x reader where yn hade a miscarriage and is in a depressive state thank you

Miscarry

Uzui Tengen x fem!Reader

ANGST, mentions of miscarriage, implied relationship with the other 3 wives, mentions of depression/depressive thoughts, mentions of blood.

First person pov

The day was crisp and the air was fragrant with the smell of freshly bloomed cherry blossoms. It was a perfect day to go walking around the large estate that my husband and my wives and I live at. I’m currently four months pregnant with a baby. All of us are excited for them. I’m the first one of the girls to get pregnant by Lord Tengen. He’s been such a caring husband to be over the course of these four months. I know I have sometime to go, but I’m already so in love with them.

The sun was beginning to set and the vibrant colors of the day were shining through like a glorious painting. I always loved the sunset it made me appreciate the day before the night. For night was when the demons come, but my husband is a hashira, so I have nothing for fear. He was not home and neither were my wives at the moment. The only ones here were me and our housekeeper that my husband payed to stay over to keep and eye on me. Her name was She’s an older woman who has been working for us for a few years. She’s had children of her own and had even given me a few tips for when my child comes to this world. So I was thankful for her being there with me.

I began walking back to my beautiful home when our cat Mochi ran underneath my feet causing me to trip. Using my reflexes I caught myself before I fell on my stomach but the fall was still painful because I fell on the sharp rocks that lay around my house.

“Damn cat, you’re lucky you’re cute and I love you.” I exclaimed to Mochi

“Lady Y/N are you alright?” Mrs. Misaki exclaimed as she ran down the steps to help me up.

“I’m quite alright the cat ran underneath my feet, but I caught myself.” I assured her

“I’m very glad you caught yourself, but you need to be more careful.” She sternly told me as her hand touched my belly gently.

“Yes Mrs. Misaki I promise I will.” I said smiling at her protectiveness.

“Come on in I made us dinner.” She said as she began walking to the house with her hand holding mine.

We walked hand in hand into the home. She promptly sat me down and told me she’d be right back with dinner. I asked her if I could help as she was and older woman and I am still able to do things without it being difficult for me. She told me that I’m doing enough just by carrying the child. I thanked her for her kindness and watched her walk into the kitchen. A few moments later she returned with our food of rice, seaweed soup, and stewed chicken. We have thanks and began eating our food. I began to feel slightly ill, but I dismissed that because being pregnant has been throwing me off lately.

“Lady Y/N, you look pale I think it’s best that you go get some rest.” Mrs. Misaki suggested in a motherly tone.

“As good as this food is, I think you’re right.” I sighed

“Let me help you up dear. And don’t worry about the food, I can heat it up for you later.” She spoke with a smile.

She then got up and helped me out of my chair. I felt lightheaded and the room was spinning slightly. And my knees buckled and I fell into her arms shaking slightly.

“Oh dear!” Mrs. Misaki said sadly as she looked down at my legs.

“What is it?” I questioned nervously

“We need to get you into the tub right now my Lady, it’s urgent.” She said pulling me towards the bathroom.

“Why what’s going on?” I said while looking into her eyes.

“My Lady, you are bleeding heavily and you need to get in the tub.” She persisted and we made our way into the bathroom.

She then undressed me and sat me in our tub. I then saw the blood pooling at my feet. My heat was racing and I felt the sweat beginning to kiss my face. My vision began to blur. Mrs. Misaki was trying to talk to me but I couldn’t make out what she was saying. I felt myself slipping out of consciousness with the only thought in my mind…my baby.

The Next Morning

“Y/n…Y/n…Y/N..” I hear a voice next to me say.

I open my eyes to be greeted by my wives all sitting next to the bed. The all looked just as beautiful as always except their normals cheerful faces held a pained look on them. This caused me to worry. Did our husband get hurt? Did the mission go south? All my thoughts were interrupted when my husband came in the room along with Mrs. Misaki.

“Lord Tengen is everything okay?” I questioned as my words came out weakly.

“I’m so sorry love. I just need you to know that this isn’t your fault and from what Mrs. Misaki says this just happens. I’m just so sorry that it happened to you.” He spoke to me. He then leaned forward and kissed my head with such tenderness that my eyes began to tear up. I was still confused on what what going on. My mind still a blur from the night before.

“What’s going on. Can someone please tell me? Is the baby okay.” I questioned looking at my family.

“Y/N I’m so sorry, love. But you had a miscarriage. The baby is gone.” Hina said wrapping her arms around me.

“What!” I examined. My mind spinning.

“Lady Y/N, please you need to calm yourself.” Mrs. Misaki pleated.

“How could this have happened? What did I do wrong?” I exclaimed frantically looking for answers.

“Love it wasn’t your fault. Please you need to understand that.” Suma said tears pouring out of her face.

“Exactly, it’s going to be okay. We are all here for you.” Makio reassured.

“I killed my baby.” I whispered

“No sweetheart you didn’t.” Tengen spoke shedding a tear. His hand made its way to my face stroking it gently.

“Yes I did!” I exclaimed smacking his hand away.

“Y/N please this isn’t your fault.” He urgently said.

“Please go away all of you.” I said as I turned away from them and buried my face into the bed. My tears were flowing hard and I chocked a sob. My heart ached knowing that my baby wasn’t alive anymore.

One Month Later

My baby was gone and I’m no longer a mother. Everyone has told me that it wasn’t my fault and that I didn’t kill the baby, but I can’t help but feel like I did. I hated myself for it. I don’t eat anymore and I can’t sleep as much. My hair is less full as before and I think I’ve lost a lot of weight. Everyday feels the same since we all buried the baby, which is also the last time I left the house. Their grave is next to my husbands siblings at the Uzui family shrine. I haven’t gone to visit my baby’s grave. I’m too ashamed to show myself there. Mrs. Misaki has been working overtime making sure I’m okay and eating. My lovers have been too, but all I want to be is alone. I don’t wish to see anyone, especially my husband. I’m the reason he won’t have a child to hold soon. I know the others can get pregnant, but it’s dangerous with their line of work right now. I came from a merchant family and one day Uzui and I met and soon I found myself married to him and his beautiful wives.

The pit of guilt in my stomach grew. They took me in and kept me safe and took care of me. And I couldn’t even keep a baby alive. My eyes were so puffy and tired from all the crying I’ve done that I burns to cry now. Turning over, I curled up in a ball placing a hand over my empty stomach longing for my baby.

“Love?” I hear the sweet voice of my wife Hina.

“I brought you some food. Please eat something you need to regain back your strength.” She said placing the tray of food on the bedside table. She then placed her hand in my hair stroking it affectionately.

“Not hungry.” I grumbled

“Okay, well I’ll leave it right here for when you are. It’s just some rice and vegetables.” She spoke

“Thank you.” I responded feeling bad for not speaking that much with her.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I just need you to know that I love you so much. I loved the baby too, we all did. I’m just so sorry that you had to go through that. I’m here for you whenever you need. I’ll let you get some rest. Please eat something.” She spoke sincerely as she got up to leave.

“I love you too Hina.” I whispered hoping she’d hear it.

Two Months Later

I’ve begun to heal more after losing my baby. I’ve gained a little bit more weight due to my wives and Mrs. Misaki’s pestering. I still feel like it’s my fault, but that thought is no longer an all consuming one. I still long for my baby. I never knew their gender or held them. I never even gave them a name. I guess you can say I miss someone I’ve never even met. I decided to go out and enjoy the morning. I glanced around my room to see my lovers sleeping next to me on their beds. Quietly, I got up and walked outside. It was still too early for Mrs.Misaki to come to our home, so I was essentially alone until my lovers woke up.

I breathed in the fresh dewy morning air. Letting rising sun kiss my face and the chilly air nip at my skin. Shedding a few tears down my face, I thought about my baby. Still wishing they were alive. I took a deep breath and looked up at the sky smiling. I wondered if my child was there being taken care of. I then heard footsteps and I looked to see who they belonged to. To my surprise it was my husband in all his flashy persona. Normally on days like this, he would be sleeping still. So I was very glad to see him here.

“Good morning, Lord Tengen.” I greeted him with my morning voice.

“Good morning, love.” He smiled as he sat behind me. His legs draping down the steps as his big arms wrapped around me. His chin then rested on my shoulder as he kissed my cheek.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered

“You have nothing to be sorry for. What happened wasn’t your fault.” He reassured

“I feel like it was.” I said

“It wasn’t anyones fault. It just happened and I certainly don’t blame you. If anyone is sorry it should be me.” He stated

“Why?” I questioned confusion lacing my tone.

“I wasn’t there for you when you really needed me. I should’ve been there for you when you were going through that. I’m just glad the old lady was there.” My husband stated sadly

“You were saving people, my love. This was not your fault. You couldn’t have known.” I said trying around to look him in the eyes. They were glossy and filled with the same sadness that I’ve been plagued with for months.

“You couldn’t have known either. So how was it your fault?” He questioned as he held my face with such tenderness.

“I tripped and that’s what killed them.” I stayed pushing my head into his chest.

“My mother has told me that she fell down many times and even fought off a demon once when she was pregnant with me.” He stated with a chuckle while his right hand lifted my face so I could look once more into his eyes.

“So you did not kill our baby.” He said kissing me softly. After we broke from our kiss, I hugged him sobbing into his chest. He then cried too it wasn’t as loud as mine, but I knew he heart broke too.

“Why don’t we go visit our baby. Just the two of us?” He suggested chocking back a sob.

“Yeah, let’s go.” I whispered

After a while we made it to our baby’s grave. I had a bunch of fresh flowers that we had picked on our way to the cemetery. The day was truly beautiful and calm. As we stood by our baby’s grave hand in hand, I said a silent prayer for them. I then let go of his hand and knelt down touching the headstone. I kissed it and placed the flowers in front of it. I felt Tengens hand rub circles on my back.

“I loved our baby Y/N” He said

“As did I.” I responded

“You would’ve been the best mother. I’m very sure if that.” He said kneeling down with me.

“I guess we’ll never know.” I said sadly.

“This might be too soon for me to say, but if you wanted to try again I think it would be okay. But we would only try again on your terms. And If you never wanted to, I understand that too.” He spoke tucking a lose strand of hair behind my ear.

“One day maybe, I’m just not ready for that. And what if I lose the next one?” I questioned

“If that happens again I promise I will be there for you. I never what you going through that and I’m not there to help you.” He said with determination in his tone.

“Thank you.” I said as I couldn’t think of what to say at that moment.

“I love you. And I’m always going to protect you Y/N. You’re precious to me and I just want you to know that everything will shine brighter one day.” My husband spoke picking me up and cradling me into his lap.

“I love you too.” I spoke nuzzling my face into his neck.

My eyes felt heavy being so close to him. He was always for comforting. Closing my eyes, I thought of our child walking towards all of us. We all have bright smiles on our faces and Suma has tears in her eyes watching the walking for the first time. Smiling at that thought I fell asleep in my husbands arms getting some much needed sleep.

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fettuccin-e

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: You’re beyond excited to have your second baby… until… Pairing: San x fem!reader Trope: married life au, parent au, non-idol au Genre: angst, fluff Rating: PG Warnings: stillbirth, high-risk pregnancy (placental rupture), hurt… a lot of hurt, hospitals, implications of surgery, mentions of childbirth Word Count: 3,034 Note: for the Meet Me Under the Cherry Tree event by @cultofdionysusnet​  Note 2: THE ENDING IS HAPPY I WON’T TORTURE YALL LIKE THAT!!! ( @songmingisthighs​ made me do it)

Listen to: married life from Up || Next Right Thing from Frozen 2

When you first moved to this property with your husband, you knew it would be where you wanted to be for the rest of your life. There’s a rather sizable backyard. A large weeping cherry tree sits atop a small hill off to the right corner of the yard. The dilapidated wooden fence adds to the homey feel of the whole place.

You sat under that blossoming cherry tree when you told San you were pregnant for the first time. He was so excited he tackled you to the ground and nearly sent you rolling down the hill. He, of course, checked that you were okay and he didn’t hurt you. Your pregnancy with Hyunwoo was so smooth. Not a single thing went off course with your health or his. Through summer and fall, until the weather turned cold and the bite of winter came, you sat under that same tree, fantasized, and imagined your future there with your husband.

December rolled around, and you were still happy despite the exhaustion your later pregnancy months caused. Then, finally, the day came, and you and San both were panicked, unsure of how ready you were to be parents. But, of course, the moment you laid eyes on your son, nothing else mattered. You know what your parents mean when they say you grew up too fast. Watching Hyunwoo grow right in front of your eyes made you so proud of him, yet you also worried about him simultaneously.

“Pic- pick-un-ic, momma?”

You chuckle, “It’s picnic, baby, but I’m ready! Why don’t you go get Daddy.”

You pack the basket and grab the blanket to be taken outside. You hear your one-year-old stomping through the home, followed by squealing giggles and your husband’s teasing voice. Placing a hand on your belly, you smile. San came down the hall with a giggling Hyunwoo tossed over his shoulder. He places a soft kiss against your cheek before opening the back door. You step outside and make your way right to that same blossoming tree. Hyunwoo doesn’t stay in San’s arms for very long. Finally, the toddler is off, running up the hill before collapsing on his back.

You follow shortly after and lean down, tickling the boy before picking him up and brushing the fallen petals off his clothes. San has always been the one to set things up since you typically prepped the food. You’re still baffled you managed to get Hyunwoo to eat a whole plate before he’s off and to roll down the hill for fun. You reach into the basket, intending to grab a napkin, though you know your husband. You know he’ll ask for one as well.

“Could I have one too? I have cherry juice all over my fingers.” he chuckles.

You hand him the napkin. San’s eyebrows furrow together, feeling something hard wrapped inside the paper. Your heart is pounding out of your chest. Then, in hopes of calming yourself, you start to watch Hyunwoo. He’s giggling and standing up. He wobbles a few times from dizziness but eventually walks back up the hill. As he does so, a breeze comes through, and the weeping branches swing gently around him. The tree had just started growing its blossoms, with slight hints of pink and white hardly peeking off the dark wood. You wish you could print memories when moments like this happen. Your little boy looks like an angel with the petals falling on him. His smile is so bright, and you can’t imagine a more beautiful sight.

“Sweetheart.” you hear San call, “Is this real? Are you really-”

“I am,” you smile, “Hyunwoo’s going to be a big brother.”

Everything feels normal and happy, just like it did with Hyunwoo. Your son is over the moon excited to meet his sister. It’s not until one of your routine checks that your doctor notices something off. There’s nothing critically concerning, but they still ask you to visit bi-weekly rather than monthly, just in case. The thought that your baby isn’t perfectly healthy worries you.

That night after Hyunwoo is peacefully sleeping, you let San know. You tell him it’s nothing especially concerning but that you want him to keep an extra pair of eyes out for anything that seems off externally from his perspective. As always, he’s extremely understanding and ready to do anything to help you.

A few weeks later, Yunho came over with his wife and son, Jinsik. The two toddlers have been close since they could comprehend human interaction. Of course, your son requested your weekly picnic to be moved to today, and you had no issue with that. Both boys barrel out the door, ready to make petal angels out of the fallen pink blossoms. You’re the last to exit the door, and you pull it shut behind you. San is walking ahead with Yunho chatting about who knows what. Yunho’s wife follows just ahead of you with the large picnic blanket.

Something feels a little off, though. You pause for a moment. San seems to sense it; he turns around and calls your name. You don’t even get a chance to make eye contact with him. You wince, dropping the basket. You double over in pain and fall to the ground shortly after the basket, holding your swollen belly right where the pain emanates. It’s a flurry around you. You know that Yunho has Hyunwoo and that your son is safe. San speeds his way to the hospital, holding your hand the whole way. You can’t remember much past when San tells you that everything will be okay.

When you wake up, you’re in a hospital bed, and your belly is far less swollen than it was a short while ago. You try to move but whimper in pain. San startles awake and squeezes your hand; he’s been crying. His eyes are brimmed with red and look glassy. Something isn’t right. You don’t say anything. Neither does San. He just holds your hand tightly and sniffles. The silence consumes you.

“H-Hyunwoo is spending the night with Yun.” his voice comes out cracking and meek.

“Where’s our daughter?” you ask, dreading the answer.

“She-” he takes a deep breath, “She was beautiful.”

“Was? San, what’s happening? Please tell me.”

“She didn’t make it. The doctor said the placenta detached from you, and she lost too much oxygen and blood before they could get you into the surgery, let alone get her out of you.”

You don’t know how to react. You go limp in his hold. You hear him sniffle back tears again. Tears start rolling down your cheeks, and you can only focus on the fact that you can’t do anything to save your baby. You wouldn’t have been able to save her if you could. You were only at the 20 weeks. Just hit the 4-month mark. She wouldn’t be able to survive without the weight and strength the rest of the pregnancy would provide.

“They asked me to name her so they could- so they-” he lets out another shaky breath, “so they could fill out the death certificate.”

“What did you tell them?” you deadpan.

“Hyunjoo, just like we agreed on.”

You just nod

The following months are brutal. You try your best to be the mom that Hyunwoo deserves. It’s so tough, though. Dealing with post-partum and grieving your daughter’s loss before you could even meet her makes everything seem impossible. More often than not, you find yourself sitting under the cherry tree silently by yourself. Yet, San has been so supportive throughout the entire situation. You know he’s grieving, too, but he never uses that to make you feel any less or frame things differently. Instead, he lets you feel what you feel. Let’s you cry endlessly on him. All while dealing with the grief in his way.

You don’t feel that you get your life back until Hyunwoo’s second birthday. He’s made leaps and bounds in his growth since the spring. He’s speaking complete sentences and starting to recognize different letters, shapes, and colors without assistance from you or San. The day starts a little shaky. You were on the verge of a breakdown when you held Yujun while Yeosang.

San was hyperaware of how you were feeling throughout the day. Several of your mutual friends had babies this year. Mingi had his second, Seeun, in August. You didn’t attend the baby shower or the get-together after his birth. They respected your choice, knowing it was all still challenging for you. Then, in October, Wooyoung had Hunter, and Yeosang had Yujun on the same day. The thought made you chuckle, but still, you were hurting a bit. You hardly made it through the visit to meet the two babies that day. They’ve all been extremely understanding and patient with your grieving process. They’ve mentioned that they could never imagine being in your position and that you could take as much time as you needed.

“Do you want me to take him?”

You shake your head, “I kinda miss this phase. I’ll hold him a bit longer.”

“Mind if I join you then?”

“Not at all.” you smile.

From then, you felt your life slowly rebuilding itself around you. Hyunwoo was even happier and bouncier than before. You and San fall back into a rhythm with each other and with your own personal endeavors. You hardly process the thought that you may get pregnant again. It crosses your mind once in a blue moon, and when it does, it fills your stomach with anxiety. You didn’t mention this worry to San, not explicitly, at least. Hyunwoo would ask on occasion where Hyunjoo went, and it breaks your heart a little, but he’s too young to understand otherwise. Winter turns to Spring, and slowly Summer starts to invade. That’s when reality had a different plan for you than you wanted.

“Hey, could you watch Hyunwoo for a bit?”

“What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” Seonghwa asks over the phone with a very concerned tone.

“Yeah, yeah, I just want to talk with San without Hyunwoo around. I know he hears more than we want him to sometimes.” you chuckle airily.

“I’ll be over with Junmin in about fifteen. Is that okay?”

“Perfect.” you reassure.

Just as promised, Seonghwa and Junmin are there in fifteen minutes. Hyunwoo couldn’t care less that he was leaving. He was getting to go to his friend’s house and play. After a few quick goodbyes, the boys are contently buckled into their car seats.

“I know something’s up with you.” Seonghwa states after the car door is securely shut, “You don’t have to tell me. I know you’re about to tell San whatever it is. But you have us to lean on, too, okay?”

You nod, “Okay, thank you again, Seonghwa.”

When you walk back inside, San’s already waiting by the backdoor. Sometimes it’s crazy how well your husband knows you when you want to tell him something important or have a heart-to-heart with him. You sit under that cherry tree. That tree has heard many things of your lives together, the good, the bad, and the ugly. Now it’s about to hear one new thing. You interlock your hand with his and go up that small hill again. You know he’s worried about you. You are worried. A million and one things are swirling around your mind right now. Now, you’re seated with your back against the tree, tucked under San’s arm.

“So,” he sighs, “what life-changing thing are you going to tell me this time?” he teases.

“I’m pregnant again.”

“When did you find out?”

“Last week,” you admit, “I had to come to terms with it on my own first. How do you feel about it?”

He shakes his head, “This isn’t about me. You’re the one carrying the baby. How are you feeling about it?” he asks softly, wrapping his arm around you tighter.

“Scared, in all honesty. What if-” you stop yourself.

“Are you worried this baby will have the same complications as Hyunjoo?” you nod, and he wraps you fully in a hug, “Listen to me, sweetheart. You are strong, so fucking strong. We had to part ways with our daughter far too early, but that doesn’t mean this baby is guaranteed to be that way too. Honestly, I’m a bit worried too. I think it’s only natural after what happened. But I’m right by your side every step of the way. I know life was hell for us last year, but guess what? There’s always sun after the storm.”

“I love you.” you sniffle. You hadn’t even noticed you were crying.

“I love you too.”

You spend the rest of the afternoon sitting under the tree, talking about everything with him, just like when you told him about Hyunwoo and when you told him about Hyunjoo. That lingering fear sits in your belly still, but it slowly dissolves into hope for what could be.

Of course, after your last pregnancy, your doctor has you come in for bi-weekly visits from the beginning. Luckily, this baby is completely healthy. This baby is following the trends that Hyunwoo had rather than your daughter. She’s also a girl. You can’t tell if it’s a twisted joke or a blessing from some higher power. One night, you express your worries to San, lying in bed this time. Hyunwoo is fast asleep in his bed, and the baby in your belly is sleeping too. You tell him the lingering thoughts that this daughter may also pass away before birth simply based on your previous experience.

You half expect San to call you crazy. He doesn’t, though. Instead, he leans on his forearm and presses a kiss to your forehead, then leans down and presses a kiss to your baby bump. He tells you that he understands your worry and that you shouldn’t let those negative thoughts consume you even though you are scared. You know he’s right.

You roll through months of your pregnancy, and she’s still healthy, and you are too. Again, Hyunwoo is about to explode with excitement to meet his baby sister. He sat with you as you thought up name options for her. Hyunwoo insisted that she should be named Pumpkin, and neither you nor San had the heart to tell him no. He’s fully convinced she’ll be named Pumpkin now.

By the time Hyunwoo’s third birthday comes around, you’re in your third trimester and entirely over being pregnant again. As much as you’re happy that she’s healthy, she also wiggles like a menace more often than not. She’s recently made a habit of rubbing her foot into your ribs to try to get comfortable. San’s teased you many times for hitting your belly lightly to get her to stop, to no avail. Hyunwoo is somewhat up set his sister didn’t come early as a birthday present for him. If that were the case, though, they would’ve hated having the same birthday when they got older.

In January, Jongho announces that his girlfriend is pregnant. Finally, after years of being the designated babysitter, he could stop doing that and have one of his own. Many of your friends insist he’s pranking them, unwilling to believe their youngest friend was also about to be a dad. It was very real, though. His girlfriend had that glow that all the others had, and you’re sure you have it now too.

It’s the middle of a February snowstorm when you go into labor. Your daughter’s timing is impeccable. Luckily, Jongho wasn’t entirely ripped to shreds by his raging pregnant girlfriend (she was livid that he ate her crackers) and happily took Hyunwoo while San carefully but quickly navigated his way to the hospital. Your heart is pounding, and you’re terrified. Not to have her, but that she would be unhealthy somehow. You’ve been reassured by your husband and, more importantly, your doctor on countless occasions that she’s healthy. Still, the fear is at the forefront of your mind.

You make it there despite the storm and the fear lingering in your mind, and the delivery goes smoothly. Her delivery was actually shorter than Hyunwoo’s by a long shot too. After being cleaned up and you’re given the birth aftercare, your daughter is happily resting on your chest, sleeping after nursing for the first time. They keep you overnight for recovery and observation, just in case. You’re discharged the following day. Your daughter is safely in her carrier. You choose to sit in the back seat with her, keeping a watchful eye on your newborn.

“When will momma and daddy be home?” you hear Hyunwoo on the other side of the door.

“They’ll be home soon, bud. Just wait for a little-” you hear Jongho start to reason with him.

San swings the door open, “We’re right here, baby.” you say sweetly.

Hyunwoo comes barreling toward him and latches onto his leg. The three-year-old immediately peers into the carrier and sees his sister sleeping peacefully. You watch how his eyes light up with stars looking at her.

“That’s Pumpkin?” he asks dreamily.

“Do you want to meet your sister officially?” San asks.

He nods and runs back to sit on the couch. Jongho is seated beside him with a soft smile growing on his lips. You bring the carrier over and carefully take her out of the seat. You sit beside your toddler and let him see her properly. Hyunwoo slides closer and reaches out his finger to touch her tiny hands. San is watching the interaction; you’ve never seen him so in love with anything before.

“What did you name her?” Jongho asks.

“Soohyun.” you reply softly, keeping your eyes on your two children.

“Her name is Pumpkin!” Hyunwoo exclaims.

“Sorry, Hyunnie,” San chuckles, “Momma and I call her that, but you can keep calling her Pumpkin if you’d like to.”

“Her name is Pumpkin.” he pouts.

You became stronger throughout life’s trials in the past few years. And just as San told you, under that cherry tree, there’s always sun after a storm. This storm gave you a rainbow after, and her name is Soohyun.

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[halesandy]

Ana’s Fic Recommendations - April 2023

Hello! It’s me… again!

Ana with a new portion of reading I did and loved since my last list which was made in January 2023.

Enjoy :) And don’t forget to give your love and support to all those wonderful people who gave us these masterpieces <3 Please forgive me if I put smth I already recommended before in here, lol. It’s either I forgot oooor (what’s more likely) I love it sm that I wanted to include it again!

Please note that most of these might be rated 18+, so read the authors’ notes carefully!

BTS

@sopebubbles - new series Lone Wolf, 18+ - ot7 x reader

@jae-bummer - Platonic Friend Time - JJK x reader

@onlyswan - In which Jungkook is giving up on you but you have so much love left to give - JJK x reader

@soraviie - you assume it's unrequited.txt - ot7

@ugh-yoongi - Loose Lips - MYG - reader

@angelicyoongie - returned with Abubdance - ot7, 18+

STRAY KIDS

@imagine-a-life-like-this - whole masterlist and new series Sugar and Spice, 18+ - LMH x Reader

@jae-bummer - An Influx of Chargers - HHJ x reader, You Found Me - HJS x reader, Game Night Gone Awry - BCH x reader, Fake Boyfriends & Melted Ice Cream - BCH x reader

@taeminsung - The View - LMH x reader, Close To You - LMH x reader

@j-a-nuary - In which Han thought he was dating his best friend

@bloomingbutterflysworld - masterlist

@outro-jo - When skz says “no” - ot8

@feelbokkie - masterlist

@pettypuppy-jonghyun - Confession - BCH x reader

@voquenutella - SKZ find out you're pregnant 1 - 2

@leviackermanscleaningbuddy - SKZ Prompt Game - Changbin, Minho. 18+

@sluttywonwoo - Instead Of You - LMH x reader + HJS, 18+

@yxngbxkkie - masterlist

@lixie-phoria - masterlist

@dreamescapeswriting - Time Heals All Wounds - SCB

@yangkitties - SKZ as your college boyfriends - ot8

@astraystayyh - Conversationd with Minho, LMH x reader, Vanilla - BCH x reader

@angelwonie - Kiss Me More, LMH x reader, 18+

@caseiloveu - Confessing Your Crush - ot8

@staytheword - Kind Regards - SCB x reader, 18+, Falling Rain - BCH x reader, 18+

@straylightdream - Between The Lines - BCH x reader, 18+

@sugrlamb - Love Blinks - LMH x reader

@bbujiikseu - Playdate - LFX x reader, 18+

ATEEZ

@imagine-a-life-like-this - whole masterlist

@mangiverse - masterlist

@ateezforpresident - Your first vacation together - ot8

@ateezreactionsandscenarios - Let Me Show You - KYS x reader, 18+

@sluttywoozi - What Should We Become? - CHS x reader + KYS, 18+

@bluehwale - unconventional first encounters with ateez + part 2

@nczennie - Royal Icing - JWY x reader, 18+

@ohmyamor - He's Kinda Hot - KHJ x reader

@talkbykhalid - Idiot in Love - KYS x reader

@hwaightme - Like The Cherry Blossom Falls - JYH x reader

[chaos-chloe]

Pezzy :)

Drunk Pezzy -clip/video inspo

Driving W/Pezzy - Song-fic {Strange by Miranda Lambert}

Back Seating in Action -clip inspo

More Nut in my Butt - Out of context clip

Deep in Your- - clip inspo

Fav Snack? - Pezzy clip inspo

Cleared Crash- angst(?)

Playing W/Fire

Redeeming

Drunk Ban appeals?

Cat in What!?

Love Unplugged

Pizzaz Pezzy

The Dress That Turned Heads

Fur Baby - Pezzy x Reader ft Sly

Pixels and Passion

Juno - Pezzy x Singer!Reader

Edits?

Pregnant at PAX

Cleaning Chaos

Roblox Shenanigans

Cat Castle

Cloaked Proposal

Grizzy

The Great Gamin Fisco

Domestic Bliss

Rainy Music

Herbal

Agora Hills- Grizzy x Singer!Reader

The Drunken Twitch Takeover

Droid

Mezcal Sour

Study Buddy

Sassy Steamy Stream

Sizzlin Saturdays

Girlfriend Moment- clip inspo

Rain Dance

Cute Streamer

Veild Wedding

BigPuffer

Nights like this - Puffer x Reader

Battle of Burnout - Puffer x Medical!Reader

Clooless

Fairly Clooless - Clooless/Pezzy x Reader pt1

Not Clooless Anymore - Clooless/Pezzy x Reader pt2

Oblivious Friends - Grizzy/ Clooless Pod X Reader

Handcuffs - Clooless/Pezzy x Reader

Drunk Clooless Moments - Clooless/Pezzy x Reader

The Kindhearted King's -Clooless/Droid x Reader

The Charm of Cherry Blossom

Dinner Disaster

Wedding Series

[cup1d-ends-here]

[S4 Spoilers] Spawn of the Devil | Eren Jeager x Pregnant!Reader x Levi

Sasha had just been shot, and all he did was laugh. He laughed. Sasha had been one of the first people you told when you found out about the life growing inside your womb. She was ecstatic when you told her. “I’m gonna be an auntie!” Her words echoed through your mind. You sobbed uncontrollably into Eren’s neck. You had been clinging onto him for the last few minutes, and he had not made an effort to return an embrace. You had missed him gravely, every night uncomfortably aware of his absence in your shared bed. So why didn’t he miss you?.  “Alright, (l/n), I think that’s enough PDA for the brat.” Levi said placing a hand on your shoulder. Levi knew too. 

“Hah, so there will be another little Jeager brat running around.” He chuckled softly, gazing at his distorted reflection in his tea. You smiled warmly placing a hand on your ever so bumped belly. “I was excited to tell Eren at first, but I’m not so sure now,” you frowned. Levi hummed, “why’s that?” You laughed dryly. “Have you noticed him change? The old Eren would be over the moon about a baby, a family. But I don’t believe that’s where his concerns and wants lie anymore.” Your superior sipped his tea. “I agree. It’s true people change, but Eren, he seems to be residing his focus on dark hatred. And narcissism. Tch. Selfish brat. What was he thinking? Leaving his girlfriend and duty behind to go play hero.” Tears stung your eyes, and you lowered your head, (h/c) fringe covering your sorrow. 

The cleaning-obsessed captain had come around to your residence everyday for the entirety of Eren’s absence. It was almost as if Levi was more of a father to your fetus and more of a boyfriend than Eren. Back in your cadet years, the stoic captain had your heart in a vice. You were practically an infant to him at that time, but as you matured, your juvenile feelings simmered, and your interest turned to the ‘suicidal maniac’. You started dating Eren after the victory in Shiganshina, and despite the immense pressure he faced, he was an angel to you. But over the years, as humanity found out more about the world beyond the walls, it seemed like his love for you contorted into white-hot hatred for Marley- for many things. The man you spent your days with in the markets, patting and feeding street cats, riding your horses as fast as you could beside each other until you felt like you were flying, was disappearing. your farther was an artist, he left you his sketchbook, and you filled it with moments captured amongst your friends, squad, and intimate moments with your beloved. You can all but cry at these seemingly distant memories. As Eren’s focus in life shifted gradually over 4 years, you begun to question if your feelings for Levi ever went away, or if you simply buried them to die. It’s certainly true that you have a close bond with Levi after all that’s happened, but you never expected for romantic feelings to blossom ever so faintly. As Eren grew cold, Levi was your saving grace. He made you feel heard and loved, especially during your pregnancy. You felt yourself become giddy and flustered at the idea of spending time with him. He would simply sit with you in silence, reading, cleaning, whatever. He would be there. And you never asked him to. You never had to beg him to spend time with you like you did with Eren. Never had to listen to a dramatic spiel about how he’ll ‘rid the world of the real devils.’ Your sketchbook become a myriad of drawings of Levi. Cute, detailed sketches of that fleeting serenity manifested on your pages. Although you brushed it off as an immature crush resurfacing, you never expected to have him sleeping beside you. Levi was taking Eren’s place. That absence you felt was being replenished. You never expected him to kiss you under that cherry blossom tree beside the river either. Never expected him to turn red afterwards, and never expected him to stop coming around afterwards. That’s when the absence in your bed was at it peak, and you cried yourself to sleep those nights. 

“Yes, Captain, sorry.” You removed yourself from Eren rather reluctantly. He said nothing. Not one word to you. More tears fell down your cheeks and you sobbed, shoulders heaving with every gasp of air. How did we let this happen? 

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You had been given the all clear to visit Eren in his cell. You stood mere inches from the bars that barred you from his touch. “Eren...” you said softly. he was hunched over the sink, shirtless with water dripping down his face. He looked like a man. He didn’t react to his name. “Please come here. It been months since I’ve seen you, touched you.” You begun to show the desperation behind your requests. He pushed his weight off the sink and made his way to you. He gripped your hands that held onto the bars and pulled them around his waist. He wrapped his arms around you and you breathed in that scent that slowly faded away from your memory. You snuggled your head into his hard broad chest. “You look good,” you chuckled. He didn’t seem to be in a joking mood. He never has been as of recent. You sighed, “You didn’t say anything to me on the ship. Did you miss me at all?” Your voice quivered and he laughed dryly. “There was more important things on my mind in Marley than you, (y/n).” You felt a spiteful pan in your heart. How dare he? You scoffed and pulled away from him, but his strength forced you against the bars. “But...”  He ran hands down your chest, landing on your breast, then moving to rest on your waist. “I did miss this body of yours.” His objective language embarrassingly went straight to your core. A grim smirk slide on his face and he pressed his face against the bars, kissing and licking your neck. You were conflicted. He was using you. He insulted you and is now using you for your body. But god you couldn’t pull away. His touch had always been intoxicating and you were just so very touch starved. You let a soft gasp from your lips and he stopped. He begun to tug at you pants and you panicked. “Eren...Not here someone will see! I’ll get in so much trouble.” Your concerns fell upon deaf ears and he continued his assault on your fly. His left hand forced your head forced against the bars, lips colliding in a less than passionate and sexually flared kiss. You knew better, God knows you did- but you just couldn’t help yourself. “I love you,” you murmured, and he pulled your pants down along with your panties. “Put your legs through the bars and wrap the around me.” He muttered against your lips and you kicked off your pants and boots. You did as he said. He placed one hand under your ass to support you, and to feel you up as well.The other tugged against his waist band to relieve the strain on his hard on. His hand slipped onto your pussy and he gently stroked your clit. He gathered your wetness and licke dhis fingers. He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed his head in. You both gasped at the feeling and he chuckled. “God, I missed this,” he groaned. He missed this, not you. He began to thrust at an even pace, each time getting deeper inside you and you moaned louder than you intended. Unbeknownst to you, it was no longer just the pair of you in the cell area. Eren had been holding eye contact with them the whole time, a dirty smirk on his lips. Levi was frozen. All he could was watch you be used by Eren. “Who does this pussy belong to huh?” He growled, sweat forming n his forehead, strands of hair becoming loose from his bun. “You! Oh God you, Eren!” You moaned as he went faster, finger swirling your clit. It was all too much. “E-Eren, I’m gonna cum,” You whined and he grinned. “Go ahead you whore, cum all over my cock.” He kept a steady rhythm, the sound of skin slapping filled the cell. Your orgasm was building intensely, and as you were about to reach your climax he whispered, “we’re not alone.”A new feeling came over you, and instead of cumming, you squirted. It went all over Eren’s abs and he turned his head upward, eyeing your creaming form. You were such a turn on for him right then, being fucked out in front of the man you were having an affair with. You just processed what he said and intense panic settled over you. He rested his head on your shoulder and kissed it. “Get dressed but don’t you dare turn around.” He moved his hand from your ass and you saw a red wound on his palm. He had just threatened you. You complied and did your best to act oblivious. ‘Who could it be?’ I thought. “Did I piss you off, Captain?” I gasped softly. “You think you can fuck around with my girl while I’m gone and expect me to not find out?’ Eren exhaled with a false smile on his face. “I’ve been there for her in the past months than you have in your whole goddamn life.” Levi spat and Eren grit his teeth. He pulled something from his back. My sketchbook. “You’re not very good at keeping your affair a secret, (Y/N).” Eren taunted. My lip trembled. Tears slide down my cheeks. My brain was telling me to not aggravate Eren, he could go titan mode in an instant. My heart was telling me the truth. “Eren, our baby needs a father.” I say softly. He tilts his head in confusion. “What, I’m not enough for you?” anger evident in his tone. “N-no. You’re not. You left me. You left us.” I place my hand on my belly. “We deserve better Eren. I thought I loved you but I don’t.” Tears falling onto the ground, ashamed of our spicy interaction just minutes ago. His hand gripped my sketchbook tightly before throwing it through the bars and at Levi’s feet. “Fine. You’ll slow me down anyway.” That was the last thing he said to me.

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The sun rays slowly dipped behind the vast horizon as I stirred the pot of soup for dinner. “Erwin, get off there!” I laugh as I pull the brunette boy off the dinner table. “Where’s daddy?” The toddler pouted and I hummed in thought. I opened the wooden door of our humble house and looked down the street. I grabbed Erwin’s hand as I made my way to the town square. I smiled as I watched Levi serving up dinner for the children. I walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Hello, my love.” I whispered in his ear and placed a kiss on his cheek. He smiled softly as Erwin climbed into his lap. “Come home for dinner,” I plead and Levi nodded. “Okay, I think I’m done here.” I nod and grab onto the handles of his wheelchair and we head home. 

After dinner, and after Erwin was put to bed, it was finally time for your favourite part of the day, wind down time with Levi. I lift Levi into our bed and get him dressed. I trace all of his scars and smile softly. “You’re a true hero,” I said and he scoffs. “What? You are. You’re still humanity's strongest soldier.” I smile. “Just get into bed, brat,” he clicks his tongue and I chuckle. “So, have you thought of any names?” I asked him with a hand on my belly. “Well, we’ve got plenty of dead comrades to name kids after,” Levi says in a bland tone and I sigh. My mind goes back to the last time I saw Eren’s face. It was Mikasa carrying his decapitated head. A tear unknowingly slips down my face. “What a life we’ve had.” I say, a tremble in my voice. “I wouldn’t have wanted it to turn out any other way.” Levi whispers as his hand wipes away my tear. “Cadet.”

[crackedpumpkin]

GUYS I FINISHED A PROJECT I DID IT I DID IT

BUT I ALSO HAVE:

Graded presentation for another project(due friday) tomorrow

Work right after until 8pm(Server duties)

Another Presentation for the same project on friday

The teacher in charge of the project i just finished today has given us time to do lil touch ups before the submission link closes on Saturday

I have server duties on saturday and sunday

BUT! I miss writing and I have so many wips ive started just sitting in my lil google drive folder

[sashi-ya]

I'd like to say something about my Cherry Blossom Weather fic. The thing is that I wasn't planning on saying anything, but I think I should -or maybe not-. In any case, here I go.

If you are reading my story and still haven't read chapter 7 and or YOU GET SPECIALLY TRIGGERED BY PREGNANCY/MISCARRIAGE please DO NOT read the following:

So, I'm pretty sure (and I've been told that already) most of you are a little "dissapointed" at reader not being pregnant. As I mentioned before this is the adaptation to x reader of my OC Haruka's story with Byakuya.

The reason why I actually chose to make her NOT pregnant is because the real story hides a much more tragic background. Haru was indeed pregnant, but she lost the baby to the poison. Byakuya went absolutely crazy, and, believe me he didn't take it well.

In my OC version, the elders weren't simply kicked out of the clan, but slaughtered by Byakuya himself. A bloodbath that destroyed a lot more than pride. Haru and him couldn't stick together for a LONG time while both were mourning the death of their child.

However, what's next in the fic, will be canon! Everything gets better, anyway. So don't feel sad, everything believe gets a lot lot better for them and they finally will have what they deserve 💖

The reason why I didn't want to include the miscarriage scene was because it's a really REALLY triggering topic that might severly hurt readers, and it wouldn't be fair for you, that have been all reading it for so many chapters, to feel like shit all of a sudden.

Let's say I did a bit of censorship but I also wanted to tell you the other side of the story just in case!

That's it! 💖🌸

[kurokawaia]

❛ Travel ❜ - 02

Thelast!Uchiha Sasuke X fem!Reader

WC; 2.6k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW; fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, suggestiveness, so slightly smutty near the end, i switched up the POV from first to second!!!

⋆·˚ ༘ *𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: Hey! Can you make part 2 of travel with Sasuke? Like after she gets pregnant and when they have their baby, please make it mostly fluff but if you want to a bit of suggestiveness I don't mind 🤭- @enouche

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

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during pregnancy

You walked silently down the path with Sasuke, holding hands. You were seven months pregnant and your belly really came out at the stage. Since you first broke the news of your pregnancy to him, Sasuke had been pretty attentive.

He'd said it would be safer for you in the village, therefore, it was to the village that the two of you were headed. He nodded quietly at something very unexpected that slipped from Sasuke's lips, and immediately the raven smiled in a kind and soft way as he looked straight at you. "Are you feeling okay now?" he said with kind voice.

You nodded, then in turn, you squeezed his hand too. "I am feeling good, Sasuke—just tired."

He led you to a nearby bench under the cherry blossom tree. The falling of the petals around you makes it really magical. He then sat beside you, placing one of his hands on your belly. "He seems to be pretty active today," he said, feeling a small kick.

You chuckled softly at how optimistic Sasuke was in this shared life of yours with a boy. "Yes, they've been moving around a lot. Maybe they're excited to meet their father."

He looked at you so lovingly as he leaned over to kiss your forehead. "I can't wait to meet them either."

You cuddled up to him. "You are going to be such a good father, Sasuke."

Because he looked down at you seriously yet full of love. "And you, you will be a good mother," he said, brushing some of the hair out of your face lightly.

The two of you just sat there for a quiet minute. Sasuke embraced and pulled you closer to him, his arm was around your shoulders as he murmured, "I'm so grateful for you, for our family."

No less assured that in fact you were going to start this new chapter in your life, with Sasuke right beside you. "I love you, Sasuke," you whispered.

"I love you," he said, grazing his lips lightly.

You both were sitting under the cherry blossom tree, the soft rustling of the petals in the breeze bringing another small kick. You smiled. "I've been thinking," you said, looking up at Sasuke, "do you think it's a boy or a girl?"

His eyes were calm, but that tint was there: thoughtfulness. "It's a boy," he said with quiet certainty.

You smile, laughing slightly. "And to that, you're so certain, really? But why do you have an idea that it's a guy?"   He glanced up to you. "Oh, I don't know. Just never had a mistake after being told. And his movements, even his kicking, he's such a strong boy."

You chuckledl. "Or maybe she's just eager to show how strong she is."

Sasuke smirked, a smile touching the corners of his lips. "Maybe."

You intertwined your fingers with his. "Do you have any names in mind?"

"If it's a boy, Itachi," he said quietly.

You nodded, very aware of what he meant to imply with the name. "That would be," you said softly. "And if it's a girl?"

His softened a little, eyes glazing over. "I don't know," he muttered.

Your heart warmed at the suggestion. "Izuna would be beautiful," you said, squeezing his hand gently.

Sasuke nodded thoughtfully. "That sounds nice."

You leaned into him, placing your head against his shoulder. "Our child will be so loved," you whispered.

He slipped an arm around you, pulling it across. "They will," he said firmly.

"Stay here," he said softly. "I'll get the water."

You nodded, watching him stroll down to the riverbank. As he bent to fill the bottle you eyed a fallen log that looked like a little challenge you could have some fun with by walking across. You feel a little playful, and your balance seems pretty good, so you might as well give it a shot.

You carefully stepped onto the log, putting one foot in front of the other. You knew you were supposed to be taking it easy, but that playful urge was just too strong to resist. Under the weight of your body, the log started to wobble as you steadied with a giggle.

It was then that Sasuke turned behind him to see you. His eyes had gone wide by an inch, and he looked concerned. He capped the bottle with water hurriedly and stood up all at once.

The next instant, he was beside you, his face turned serious. Sliding one arm in under your arms, he heaved you off the log and set you back onto firm ground. "It's not safe," he said quietly, his warm breath against your ear.

"I didn't mean to worry you," you said softly.

He looked into your eyes. "You need to be careful," he said, his voice steady. "For the baby."

You nodded, "I know. I will."

He handed you the water bottle, his expression softening for one moment. "Here, drink this."

You took the bottle and smiled up at him. "Thanks, Sasuke."

You leaned over to kiss him. You tiptoed to press a kiss on his lips but due to the baby in you, it proved really hard. You swayed a little and suddenly felt Sasuke's hand, placed on your waist, steadying you.

You finally reached his lips and pressed a light, loving kiss to them. Sasuke returned the kiss, equally tender, warm against your mouth. When you pulled back, you could feel a faint smile tug at the corners of his mouth.

"You're quite the determined one," he said softly.

You chuckled softly, "Well, I have a good reason to be," you said.

He squeezed you again.. "Just be careful," he repeated, his voice filling with concern.

"I will," you promised.

After birth

At your side stood Sasuke, eyes widened at the bundle of fabric, the baby within it. Just fed, now dozing peacefully, tiny fingers wrapped around your thumb.

As you looked down at your kid, you experienced the same wave of love. You muttered, "He's perfect," as you raised an eyebrow at Sasuke.

Sasuke gave a nod. "He is," he responded in a deep voice.

You murmured, "We have to name him," as you once again cast your gaze down at the infant.

For a few moment, Sasuke remained silent, his gaze fixed on the infant's face. He said, "Itachi.

"Itachi," you said again, softly, trying out the name on your lips. "Uchiha Itachi." You smiled at Sasuke.

Sasuke nodded. Infrequently used, real smile. "It suits him." He reached out to stroke the baby's cheek with his fingertip.

The infant shifted slightly as he slept, biting his little lips into a happy smile. Raising your gaze, you met Sasuke's eyes. "Thank you, Sasuke," you said. "For everything." "No, no," Sasuke leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss on the lips. "We're all family," he stated plainly, "but I should be giving you my gratitude."

Itachi interrupting you two

Itachi was finally tucked into bed after a long day through play, you and Sasuke left to your own devices.

You were standing in the kitchen, nearing the end of the dishes, when he approached from behind. Wrapping his arms around your waist, his gentle touch made you lean into him. You could feel his breath on your neck.

"Sasuke," you whispered, a smile playing on your lips.

He turned you around to face him, his dark eyes filled with that familiar desire. "Finally, a bit of alone time," he whispered, his voice low.

Your heart was at a race as he began to lean in, and then he took your lips with a scorching kiss. His hand wrought on your back, drawing you near as the kiss deepened. You felt yourself responding, your fingers tangling in his hair.

You let your hands slide from Sasuke's hair, trailing down his chest, to find their prize at the tie holding Sasuke's nemaki together. You tugged at the tie, and the nemaki fell open. You seized the opportunity and placed your hands onto his bare chest.

In return, Sasuke pulled your body closer, yearning for the warmth radiating from your body.

Just as things were getting good, you heard the unmistakable sound of small footsteps padding down the hallway. You both froze, pulling away from each other just as a yawning Itachi appeared in the doorway, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

Sasuke visibly slumped, his shoulders dropping as a sigh escaped his lips at he tied his nemaki. "Not now…" he muttered under his breath, the look on his face slightly frustrated.

"Mommy? Daddy?" Itachi's voice was small and drowsy.

Hurriedly, you and Sasuke separated to untangle each other and recollect yourselves. You cleared your throat and gave your son a warm smile. "Hey, sweetheart. What are you doing out of bed?"

Itachi blinked up at you, his expression confused. "I had a bad dream," he said softly, shuffling over to you; he is still holding his comfort blanket.

You draped your arms around him, and your bent-over body gave way into a comforting embrace. 'Oh, baby, I am so sorry. Do you want to talk about it?'

He shook his head, pressing his face to your shoulder. 'Can I sleep with you and Daddy?

He nodded next to you. "Sure thing," he murmured.

You hoisted Itachi into your arms, then, his little arms about your neck, and moved into the bedroom. Sasuke followed, his hand trailing to the small of your back.

And when you finally laid Itachi down between both of you in bed, he fell asleep fast and started making those adorably tiny snores that took up the whole room.

this is just an idea based on an Instagram reel i watched and i found it funny asf (crack warning 😭) PLS TELL ME YOU GUYS KNOW WHAT VID IM TALKING ABT PLS

Sasuke was sitting at the kitchen table, engrossed in reading a scroll, while you were preparing dinner. The sound of your two-year-old son, Itachi, playing with his toys filled the room with cheerful background noise.

Suddenly, you heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet as Itachi toddled over to Sasuke. He tugged on his father's pants, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

“Daddy,” Itachi said in his sweet, childish voice, “I want gar-leck.”

Sasuke glanced down, a puzzled expression crossing his face. “Garlic?” he repeated, unsure if he had heard correctly.

Itachi nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, gar-leck! I want gar-leck.”

Sasuke looked over at you, a rare moment of uncertainty in his eyes. “Is it normal for him to eat minced garlic?” he asked, his voice low so as not to alarm Itachi.

You chuckled softly, wiping your hands on a towel as you walked over. “He’s been curious about the smell ever since he saw me using it in the kitchen. He might just want to try it.”

Sasuke still seemed hesitant. “But garlic?”

You smiled and crouched down beside Itachi, ruffling his hair gently. “How about this, sweetheart? We’ll let you try a tiny bit, okay?”

Itachi’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Okay, Mommy!”

You glanced up at Sasuke, who still looked a bit unsure but gave a small nod. You stood up and went to the kitchen counter, carefully mincing a small piece of garlic. You placed the tiniest bit on a spoon and handed it to Itachi.

“Here you go, Itachi. Just a little taste,” you said gently.

Itachi eagerly took the spoon and put the garlic in his mouth. To your surprise, his face lit up with delight instead of scrunching up. “Yummy!” he exclaimed, looking up at you with a bright smile. “More gar-leck, Mommy!”

You laughed, exchanging a look of surprise with Sasuke. “Are you sure, Itachi? It’s pretty strong.”

“More, more!” Itachi insisted, bouncing on his toes.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, clearly still baffled by his son’s unusual taste. “He likes it,” he murmured, more to himself than to you.

You shook your head with a smile. “Alright, but just a little more, okay?” You minced another small piece of garlic and handed it to Itachi.

He gobbled it up happily and immediately asked for more. “More gar-leck, please, Mommy!”

You chuckled and shook your head. “No more garlic, sweetheart. It’s not good to eat too much.”

Itachi pouted, looking up at you with big, pleading eyes. “Please?”

Sasuke knelt down beside him, gently ruffling his hair. “Listen to your mother, Itachi. Too much garlic isn’t good for you.”

Itachi sighed but nodded, accepting your decision. “Okay, Daddy.”

You leaned down and kissed his forehead. “Good boy. How about some apple slices instead while dinner cooks?"

Itachi’s face brightened again. “Yay! Okay, Mommy!"

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[chronic-claire-universe]

The Family’s Lack: Chapter 1

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Hi my little soot runners ❤ 

Today work in clinic was very quiet and I was thinking about @xsugarysweetsx​​ ‘s Lady Cherry, so I decided to write something about it, personally inspired to my life but also to celebrate Cherry. Three chapter to enjoy Kaoru as a doting husband and dad, hope you like this ❤

Pairing: Cherry Blossom x fem! Reader.

Plot: Cherry Blossom aka Kaoru Sakuryashiki is married with Y/N. The woman loosing her mother when she was a child, is afraid to start a family with Kaoru due to being anxious and haunted by the loss of her precious parent. Something will come in their life, how are they going to face it?

Warnings: Unplanned Pregnancy, Anxious Disorder, Angst, Fluff.

The S Race finished again, Cherry coming back home, the only thing he thought to do was leaving his clothes and go to bed to hug his lovely wife. What caught you up, was a terrible stomach pain, in some minutes you were facing the toilet and throughin up. Cherry found you laid in the bathroom, eyes shut from the pain, "Y/N! Y/N, blossom. What's happening?" he says worried, tired from all the process you weakly answer "Kaoru, the stomach hurts!" sighing and taking your hair, he rubs your back to help you "I'm takind the day off and we call the doctor, ok?". After the accident you went to bed, your mind was wandering in the dreams, letting you see your beloved mother "You're going to be a wonderful mother and Kaoru too. He's a great husband". After calling the doctor, Kaoru approaches the room and hearing you mumbling, he listens carefully, "Mother...Kaoru...I'm afraid...", he knew you were dreaming your mother. After loosing her when you were a mere teenager, you were afraid to love anyone else. Kaoru was the one staying by your side since you were child, and it took you most of your adolescence and young adulthood to recognize the love you feel for him. He stayed always there through thick and thin and until finally you got married, but this wasn't your happy ending, Kaoru never forced you into anything, since he knew you were afraid to love anyone else or even have a family with him. Washing the tears away from your face is something that make you feel vulnerable and prone to the sofference of your life and you hate being so frail, so when you turn to your husband, who stands by the door, you try to give a goofy smile to him, "Blossom, do you want to talk about it?", nodding you take his hand, you confess "Mom said that I could be a great mother and you a perfect father..I feel guilty, I know you want a child but I'm too much afraid! I can't raise one since I lost her...it's like something died when I lost her" Kaoru caressing your intertwined hand and watching you deep in the eyes, he says "Ayame was a good mother indeed, she raised such a beautiful daughter. Even with her own she can always make me feel like the first time I felt in love with her. Y/N you're special and you don't have to have  to proove that. I love you the way you are, with or without a child, remember this!" putting a stray hair behind your hears you stare at his beautiful face and smiling you say "Thanks Kaoru, I love you and I'll always do".