#esp when you’re pregnant and craving…

[gojoest]

pregnancy freak satoru not letting you lift a finger let alone carry stuff, be it your purse even, bc you are with his child now and you are to sit back and let him take care of everything. the way he is so overprotective is very endearing really but gets a bit out of hand at some point when he offers to hand feed you during mealtimes so you don’t have to bother with the utensils. you want to teach him a lesson, hoping he’d read the room and stop treating you like you’re on your deathbed—you refuse to hold his cock, saying it’s too heavy. but instead you give him a boner and an ego boost. now he holds it for you whenever you suck him off….

[fyodior]

Oda would always take time to reassure you about how beautiful and perfect you are when you're pregnant with his baby. He knows how scary it can feel, he knows that it's easy to feel insecure about your body or the strange mood swings that keeps him on his toes, but he always reassures you that he loves you no matter what, and he'll always say it until you finally believe it.

Fyodor wouldn't want a baby at first, too insecure about his life and his worries, but he'd love it if you had a kid of your own before the relationship with him! You'd worry that he'd think differently of you for it, but he doesn't at all, taking on the role of a father perfectly like it was made for him. And seeing you put the little one to bed with a kiss to their forehead leaves him wanting a baby after all.

Toji was much the same with Megumi, he was worried about how you'd feel about it, especially since Megumi is a teen, not much younger than you in the end, but after reassuring this old man, he's happy to give you a baby. Problem is, he ends up wanting another one, and since you share the same sentiment, there'd be another baby before long, not that either of you would mind.

Now I'm not sure about how you'd feel about Nanami, but I'm gonna go ahead anyway. He'd be the BEST when you're pregnant, making sure to do everything for you and give you everything, you never have to move a muscle! He makes sure that you get the attention that you need and deserve, even if it means that he has to take time off of work during and after your pregnancy. You're the most important person, after all

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BABY i need you to know that this had me ROLLLLINGGGG ON THE FLOORGSAHSHM under the cut cuz i rambled and it got long

oda is literally the PERFECT partner for when you’re pregnant, ur so right. he loves you through every bitchy mood swing, through every sleepless night and even the times you accidentally puke on him. he’s so kind and caring, reassuring you that you’re so beautiful and perfect even with stretch marks and gained weight and weird cravings. he’ll go get you fast food at 2 am and even carry you up and down the damn stairs if you asked him to. he’s there to cradle you and kiss you when you cry bc none of your clothes fit anymore, and you don’t feel yourself in your body. oda loves you pregnant. thinks you’re so fucking sexy and gorgeous but it also hurts him to a degree that you’re having to put your body through so much when he doesn’t have to do anything at all, so that’s why he tries to be a perfect partner 24/7. sakunosuke my beloved he is so perfect i literally could not ask for a better man or anyone else to have a baby with!!!!!

fyodor is def a different story when it comes to kids so i like the idea you came up with of coming into the relationship with a kid already!! he’d admittedly be a little skeptical esp bc you told him your kid comes first, but once you get to a point where the relationship is serious enough and you finally let fyodor meet them, he absolutely falls in love with them. and in spending time with them, he realizes why the kid means so much to you. fyodor has a crisis because it’s so unlike him and he swore he’d never bestow this dreaded life upon an innocent child that didn’t ask for it (dramatic ik) but now he’s itching for one of his own. and maybe he even legally adopts your kid too :)

listen i have so much lore when it comes to toji and babies HAHA but yes for us, since there is an age gap and im not much older than megumi, there had to be a LOT of discussions about kids, with both toji and megumi. it took toji a while to even reckon with the idea of having another kid, and once he does (he lowkey falls for the idea before me), there kind of needs to be lengthy talks about what having a kid with 2 differently aged parents would look like, and talks with megumi because he’s struggling with the fact that his once neglectful father is bound to be a wonderful dad to a new baby. and also the fact that i am his age. but oh my god…. toji ends up being such a wonderful wonderful partner. we even saw this in canon with how much he loved his wife and how much he cherished her and her belly. it makes me cry when i think abt it for too long of how kind and caring he’d be. GAHHHHHHHH

and nanami yes!!! while i never rly discuss him i do like him a lot!! i also think he’d be a fantastic partner. the man’s love language is absolutely acts of service, so to show you his love he begs you to let him do SOMETHING, whether that’s make you food, do the laundry, give you a damn back and foot massage, he’ll do anything. kento is on his feet the second you even begin to utter the words that u might want or need something. bc i can see him similar to oda in that he feels inherent (though unwarranted) guilt about his partner having to carry the baby while he has to do nothing, so he’ll do everything for you in the mean time. LIVE LAUGH LOVE KENTO NANAMIIIII

[jjkgyu]

hi! i'm new to your page and loves your jimin and mingyu as first time dads! can you do one of seventeen jeonghan?

tysm🥹 i loved writing this sm esp w all the return of superman content atm!! and thank u all for 800 !! xx

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jeonghan as a first time dad! ♡

jeonghan would be the type to plan when he has a baby, so when he found out you were pregnant he was more excited than shocked. he’d be the happiest man alive and he wouldn’t let you leave his sight for a second during your pregnancy

jeonghan would honestly be the type to tell everyone, like even the mailmain and strangers at the grocery store would know that you’re pregnant

he would feel pretty confident in his parenting abilities so he would rarely worry if he’ll be a good dad. he doesn’t really trust all the parenting articles and books so he decides that he’ll be fine if he wings it

jeonghan would admit that he’s pretty lazy when it comes to cravings. if you’re both tucked in bed for the night and you suddenly feel like ice cream, he’d probably pretend to be asleep (but eventually he’d drag himself to the fridge and back for you)

honestly jeonghan would be quite calm on the outside when you go into labour, because he wants to comfort you as much as possible, but on the inside his heart would be beating out of his chest

as soon as he lays his eyes on his little girl for the first time, he knows she has him wrapped around his finger. in his eyes, she’s the prettiest little baby in the world and when he first holds her he promises to protect her and make sure she’s happy forever

he thought he’d be more of a relaxed parent, but jeonghan can’t help but freak out at even the tiniest potential danger. the entire house is baby-proofed and he cannot even trust his members to hold her. jeonghan wouldn’t know what to do with himself if his daughter was ever hurt, so he has to have an eye on her at all times

he’s the best husband while you’re recovering. jeonghan makes sure that you don’t push yourself and that you get enough rest, and he manages to take care of your baby as well as all the household duties

jeonghan hates when she cries. he’ll manage to drag himself out or bed or drop whatever’s in his arms to rush to her, and as soon as her teary eyes meet her dad’s worried one’s, she’s immediately smiling again

he loves doing all of the games like ‘got your nose’ and ‘here comes the aeroplane’. his baby is easily impressed so he does everything he can to see a smile on her face

jeonghan takes so much pride in bringing her out in public. he just loves pushing her in her stroller, sunglasses on, coffee in hand, while everyone can’t help but stop and comment on how cute his baby is

although he adores spending time with his little girl, jeonghan’s favourite time of the day is nap time. as soon as his baby girl starts showing any signs of sleepiness, he’s rushing her to her crib and falling asleep in his own bed within the span of a minute

jeonghan will not rest until ‘dad’ is his daughter’s first word. you’ll walk into her room to say goodnight and find jeonghan bent over the crib repeating the word to her while his daughter only giggles back at her daddy

and when she finally does say it, jeonghan is the proudest dad alive. he’ll tease you 24/7 by making her repeat it again and again and he won’t even let you try to each her any other words for at least another week

jeonghan absolutely spoils his little girl. she gets anything she wants and more. her playroom is literally overflowing and you have to remind him that there’s no room left when he returns home one day with his hands full of toys

he wants to teach her as much as he can even when she’s still only little. he loves to read to her and take her to different places so that she can learn about the world around her

jeonghan doesn’t cry that much at each milestone, but when she reaches her first birthday the emotions overtake him. his members tease him for being so emotional all day, but he’s in disbelief that his baby is already a year old and it hits him that she’s grown up (even though she’s barely walking lol)

jeonghan is incredibly protective of his little girl. like if a kid snatches a toy from his daughter you have to physically hold jeonghan back from ripping it out of the other kids hands

he’s super worried about letting his members babysit. unless they can recite all of her allergies and nap times and bedtimes and favourite foods, he won’t even consider leaving her with any of them

as she grows up, jeonghan is super close with his daughter. he’s the ‘don’t tell your mother’ type of dad and he helps her get away with a lot of stuff. however jeonghan is still pretty good with discipline, because he thinks it’s super important for her to know right from wrong

but since she’s jeonghan’s daughter, she’s very smart and can be a little cheeky. even when he has to scold her a part of him is still quite proud of how much his daughter takes after him. it sometimes scares him when she is able to think of lies so easily (but her dad is yoon jeonghan so she’ll never get away with it)

jeonghan is incredibly supportive of his little girl. he fights with other parents for front row seats and becomes the head of the parent council so he can ensure she’s class president every year (the cheater in him will never rest)

jeonghan is the type to stay up with his daughter to help her do her homework, but also the type to just give up when it’s too hard and help her think of a lie to tell her teacher

overall, jeonghan really would be great dad who’s super protective of his little girl <3

[erin-bo-berin]

Hi hi! Okay Erin, there’s something about Steve Knows Best that I honestly cannot stop thinking about. I love how adamant he is, and all his knowing eyebrow raises. It just screams exasperated dad attitude to me, esp when contrasted with stubborn in-denial reader. 😍

Think it would be possible to request a sequel of sorts? I’m thinking… reader’s refusing to buy maternity clothes yet (it’s so early!) but also rapidly growing out of everything she owns, showing more than you’d expect for this stage of the pregnancy, and eating for what seems like…… three?

Steve’s thinking it could be twins. Reader’s convinced he’s getting ahead of himself (again).

I loved the three-part structure you used for the story last time, with like an intimate bedroom scene, a Robin/Dustin scene where Steve gets to make his argument known, and then a final revelation, but of course you’re the genius here! You have all my trust. And as per usual, please don’t feel pressured to write this at all or on any kind of timeline! Oh and if you wanted to throw some smut in there, you know I wouldn’t be complaining…

Love you boo😘😘☄️

Oh my goodness yes! I loved writing that one. I truly believe that he would know so much better than the reader and he’s like “come on I already knew you were pregnant!”

Also I LIVE for your requests okay? I love you 🥺

Steve (Still) Knows Best

Sequel to Steve Knows Best

MASTERLIST

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: A bit of smut at the beginning, pregnant reader

Four months into the pregnancy that Steve had known about before you had and your urge for the toilet to spew the contents of your stomach had dissipated.

Instead, you know had an increased urge for sex.

Which Steve didn’t seem to mind whatsoever.

That was how at 6 am in the morning, you and Steve were already entangled under the sheets, naked, kisses hot and heavy.

“I think I’m going to need a wake up call like that more often,” he breathed, not giving you warning before he slid into you.

You moaned, throwing your head back, your body alight with pure desire and animal lust. Thank you, pregnancy hormones.

You’d woke earlier, horny beyond belief and woke Steve with a hand in his pants and fingers curled around his cock. Then again, he didn’t seem to be complaining too much at the moment.

It wasn’t exactly the sweetest of lovemaking at the moment, it was just about satiating that craving you were having as you rocked your body against his desperately. In fact, you decided to take charge for a change.

You pushed his shoulder, flipping him over and situating yourself until you were sinking down on him, your hips circling at just the speed you’d wanted, fast and furious.

“Jesus, baby,” he moaned, not expecting the switch up at all.

Your hands rested on his chest and you bent over to kiss him as your body met his in need of finding the pleasure you were aching for.

“Steve, my god,” you whined, sitting back up again as he thrust deeper within you.

You were feeling more sensitive these days, so the feeling of his hard, velvety cock sliding against your inner muscles was driving you insane. Far too quickly you were plummeting down the rabbit hole of ecstasy as you clenched around him, squeezing the ever living shit out of his dick.

With hands on his abdomen, you felt it tense as he came as hard as you did, spilling his load within you. Maybe it was your crazy pregnancy brain already at work, but just feeling him cum inside you got you hotter than anything.

When your eyes cracked open, he had an arm thrown over his eyes, chest flushed and heaving.

“If you’re going to wake me like that every morning, I’m going to need the entire day to recover,” he mumbled, “Holy shit, Y/N, you were like a wild animal.”

“Sorry,” you grinned sheepishly, moving yourself off him, trying to keep the majority of the mess between your legs off of him.

But he didn’t care as he pulled you to sit across his stomach, hands cradling the bigger bump you were now sporting.

“Can you control those hormones in there, babies? Your mommy is going to kill me at this rate,” Steve said, patting your bump gently.

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“I sure hope you misspoke and didn’t just say babies,” you said wryly.

“Nope, I think it’s twins.”

You groaned, moving to lay next to him.

“What is this about your latest conspiracy theory?” you teased, laying so you face him.

“It’s not a conspiracy theory,” he fake pouted, “But I seriously think we’re having twins. Well, I don’t actually think. I know.”

“Here we go again,” you rolled your eyes good-naturedly.

For nearly six weeks, Steve had been convinced you were pregnant. He’d picked up on signs as immediately as you’d dismissed him, thinking it wasn’t possible as you seemed to be in tune with your body fine.

Turns out, Steve had happened to know your body pretty well, even going to the extent of buying an at home pregnancy test weeks before you finally agreed to take one.

Now, at just freshly four months pregnant, he’s back at it again.

“I’m pretty sure I’d know if there were more than one in there,” you said.

He hemmed and hawwed, moving his head back and forth as he looked at you.

“You don’t exactly have the best track record, babe,” he offered, sweetly.

“There’s no possible way that you can know it’s twins!” you guffawed.

“You’re four months pregnant and you’re huge,” Steve said.

“I’m what?!” you squawked, sitting up.

“No, no!” he looked panicked, shaking his head, “I didn’t mean that in a bad way, baby. I just mean your belly looks bigger than a four month pregnant belly should.”

“That’s better,” you huffed, crossing your arms with a smile, “I don’t know, I could just be carrying closer to the front than the back. It’s possible.”

“It’s still a possibility,” he pointed out, “Besides, you should be getting some maternity clothes soon too, your clothes are getting tighter.”

“They are not. Besides, how would you know? I haven’t mentioned them feeling tighter.”

He gives you a look.

“I have eyes, babe. That sweater you wore last week? Not only was it riding up on your bump, you about gave Eddie an eyeful.”

“I’m sure he would’ve been thrilled with that,” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

“Robin covered his eyes,” Steve chuckled, “I would’ve done it if she hadn’t honestly.”

“I still think you’re getting ahead of yourself, honey,” you said gently, “I don’t want you to be disappointed if it turns out to only be one.”

“I won’t be,” he smiled, rubbing your belly, “I’m just thankful to be a daddy and that our baby—or babies have an amazing mom like you.”

You kissed the tip of his nose, letting him know you were going to get a shower.

Sure as shit, he was still there when you exited the bathroom, being the most adorable know-it-all smartass he was. As you got dressed, and struggled to fit into anything you pulled from your closet, he said not a word, but just watched you.

“Don’t say a word,” you huffed, “I guess you’re right, okay?”

He chuckled lightheartedly, watching you with adoring eyes.

“Just wear something of mine today. We can get you some maternity clothes later,” Steve said.

“Why bother?” you asked, pulling out a pair of his sweatpants and one of his shirts, “When your clothes are so comfy?”

“Uh, because you’d take them all for yourself and I need clothes,” he rolled his eyes dramatically.

“Not necessarily,” you smirked, “I wouldn’t be opposed to you walking around naked.”

“I’m sure the rest of the world would be,” he teased, pulling you by the arm so he could steal a kiss.

As usual, Steve was right about the clothes. But you still believed he was losing it when it came to thinking it was two babies, not one.

Not that that stopped him from trying to convince you.

•

“We’re back to this again?”

You were once again hanging out with Robin and Dustin, this time at the local diner.

It was an eerie replay of the scenario from two months ago when you were having pregnancy cravings—without believing you were pregnant.

“Pregnant women eat, Dustin,” Robin chuckled, “It’s not that uncommon.”

“Seriously though dude,” he turned to Steve, “Do you not feed her?”

You’d scarfed down your turkey club, eaten an entire basket of fries, stolen a few bites of Steve’s cheeseburger and now you were currently sucking the straw of a vanilla milkshake.

“She’s eating for three,” Steve shrugged nonchalantly.

Robin almost choked on the food in her mouth. Dustin’s eyes about popped out of his head. You just glared at him non-threateningly. He just gave an impish grin and a shrug.

“I’m sorry did you say three?” Robin clarified.

“You men like triplets?” Dustin asked, baffled.

“No, dumbass,” Robin hit Dustin’s arm, “He meant including Y/N.”

You waited for their bickering to subside before you spoke.

“Steve’s latest theory is that I’m having twins. I think he’s getting way ahead of himself.”

“Why do you think it’s twins?” Dustin asked.

“Plead your case, Steve,” Robin sat back, folding her arms over her chest.

“I can’t believe you’re actually humoring him,” you said, exasperated.

“Well, he was right last time,” Dustin shrugged.

“That was one time!”

“Well, to begin, her baby bump looks way too big for being only four months pregnant,” Steve said, gesturing to you.

Robin lifted the shirt of Steve’s you were wearing.

“Yeah, I was starting to wonder if maybe you were further along than either of you thought,” she said.

“And she’s already grown out of her normal clothes. She’s refused to buy maternity clothes until today, hence why she’s practically living in my clothes at the moment.”

“They look cute on you though,” Robin amended.

“Thanks,” you beamed.

“THREE,” Steve raised his voice over you and Robin’s chatter, “She’s eating like she’s eating for more than two people.”

“All which can be explained away, Steve,” you said, brow cocked, “I’m afraid you don’t have any solid evidence this time, babe.”

“I have a feeling though.”

“A feeling?” Dustin looked amused.

“Yes, Henderson, a gut feeling. Call it intuition or whatever shit you want. I know her body well,” Steve argued.

“You must’ve to have gotten her in this condition,” Robin muttered.

“Okay, ew! I don’t need details,” Dustin fake gagged, “I love you guys, but I’d like to not be scarred for life.”

“Just face it, Steve,” you said, taking another slurp of milkshake, “You just don’t want to be wrong.”

“You’ll see,” he grinned.

•

You were due for the special 20 week scan where you’d find out the sex of the baby. Steve was like a little kid hyper from too much sugar, he couldn’t wait.

“What if it’s a boy? I can teach him how to play basketball and Dustin would recruit him one day for D&D. You know, I still don’t understand what’s so great about that game? Oh, but if it’s a girl? She’s so not dating until she’s married. But I’d have tea parties with her and I know Max and El would be over the moon for another little girl into group.”

He was babbling as you waited for the ultrasound technician to arrive and you found it incredibly endearing.

“No dating until she’s married?” you laughed.

“Out of all of what I just said, that’s what you got out of it?” he asked, baffled.

“Yes because that’s counterproductive, Steve,” you grinned, “Take a breath, if you get any more excited you might combust.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” he grins, squeezing your hand in his, “I’ve just been waiting so long for today.”

When the technician walked in, she greeted you both warmly, prepping your belly with the cold gel.

“What does that feel like?” Steve asked, nodding to the gel on your stomach, the wand moving over it.

“Cold,” you laughed, “The rest just feels like a lot of tugging and pulling on your belly. But no big deal, least it’s worth it to see baby.”

“You’re here to find out the sex, correct?” the technician confirmed.

You nodded and she went back to studying the monitor as she moved the wand over your belly.

“Well, I’m happy to tell you that you’re having a healthy baby girl.”

“Ha!” you stuck your tongue out at Steve, pleased to be right all along.

“Wait a minute,” she said, brows furrowing for a moment as she moved the wand around some more, studying the screen with an intense concentration.

“Is everything okay with the baby?” you asked, suddenly worried.

“Oh, very much so. But I believe I made a mistake.”

“A boy?” you questioned, not following.

“Nope. You’re having two healthy baby girls. It’s twins! Congratulations!”

Your jaw dropped and your head whipped to Steve who looked more smug than you’d ever seen.

“How in the world did you know?!” you gaped.

The technician chuckled at your outburst.

“They say there is such a thing as father’s intuition too…” she trailed off, smiling.

You were having twin girls and Steve had been right, again. You were positively flabbergasted. There truly wasn’t a word to describe your reaction in that moment better than that one.

“What can I say? I’m just that good,” he smirked down at you.

“Alright, Mr. Know-It-All. You gonna predict my due date too? What time I give birth?”

He just laughed, kissing the palm of your hand.

“You never know, babe, you never know.”

[duskholland]

Settle || Mob!Tom Smut

summary ↠ distance may make the heart grow fonder, but you’d spend every day by tom’s side if you could. warnings ↠ a bit of angst, and this is just.... so fucking smutty.... pwp but make it 8k of smut... 18+ minors dni !!!!!!!!!!! extended nsfw warnings below the cut <3 word count ↠ 11.7k. a/n ↠ lads... lost my mind I’ve lost it. the mob!tom energy has been absolutely overwhelming for the last month, and this has been a long time coming. thank you esquire. thank you gq. thanks tom too, I guess, even though his handsomeness is a double-edged sword. also thanks to chloe for motivating me to write this lmao. this was a lot of fun!! softness sweetness debased animalistic crazy stuff. we love to see it. lmk what you think !! <3 ***this is a part of my mob!tom series – a collection of oneshots set within the same universe. you don’t need to read the other parts for this to make sense! 

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extended warnings ↠ praise kink, breeding kink, cockwarming, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, crying, biting, spitting, oral + fingering (fem receiving), unprotected sex (the long-awaited return of cum-dumpster!reader), minor d/s dynamics ft soft!dom!tom, possessiveness in the dirty talk, and I wouldn’t say it’s degradation but there is some patronisation lmao. this is intense loving passionate consuming smut, esp the second section. pls practice safe sex irl x

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Tom is wrapped around you, his rich scent overpowering each one of your senses. He consumes you. He becomes you.

With your face buried in the crook of his neck and your legs swung either side of his thighs, you’re clinging tightly to him. One of his hands rests beneath the shirt on your back, the tips of his fingers slowly stroking up and down your spine, and you can feel the firm press of his nose against the side of your head. His face nestles against your hair as he holds you to the warm skin of his neck. Every few minutes, Tom pulls away from the documents and spreadsheets resting on his desk and litters the side of your temple with short kisses.

There’s a persistent throbbing between your legs, but it’s worth it. Tom’s cock is buried inside you, his length enveloped by your silky heat. You can feel him, bearing in on every intimate space of your cunt. In your aroused state, you swear you can make out the lines of his bulbous head and the curves of his veins as they press up against your sensitive walls. You’re pulsing—every slight movement made by either you or him causing you to gasp softly and cling closer to your boyfriend.

“God, darling,” Tom murmurs, accented voice hanging low and heavy. He strokes over your back again, and you hear him click his ballpoint pen. When he tosses the heavy metal object back onto the desk, he sits back in the wide office chair that the two of you are precariously balanced on. You aren’t scared of falling off—you’ve done this before, countless times. You know that he’s got you. “So fuckin’ snug, aren’t you?”

You pull away from your boyfriend’s neck, sucking in a rough breath as you sit up to face him and receive the lightest of friction against your g-spot. As your teeth dig into your lower lip, you take a few moments to admire his ensemble—light white shirt, unbuttoned and hanging open, a delicate silver chain dangling over the golden expanse of his chest. He’s got his rings stacked over his fingers, and the bright metal pieces catch in your hair as he smoothes a hand across your cheek.

Tom smirks at you, his deep brown eyes flooded with lusting appreciation. With one hand on your face, the other slowly slides down your back, drifting over the loose shirt that covers your figure until it disappears between your legs. You cry out as his index finger reaches down to play with your clit, still wet and sensitive from his exploration earlier. He’d opened you up on his tongue before sheathing himself inside you.

“You just got so tight, angel,” he murmurs, voice raspy. “Do you like when I show you a bit of attention?”

“Yeah,” you whimper. You can barely keep your eyes open as he continues to toy with your bud. It’s hard to push down the temptation to start riding him, but you know that’s not the point of this. As much as you crave release and the opportunity to fall apart whilst being encompassed by Tom, there are other objectives at play. “I’ll miss this,” you admit. “I’ll miss you.”

“I know, my darling.” Tom’s expression briefly clouds over, some of the heat leaving his eyes. He rolls the pad of his thumb across your cheekbone, a gentle pout curling across his lower lip. “I don’t want to leave you.”

You lick your lower lip, pushing back the hot lump of emotion that simmers in your chest. All week, you’ve felt apprehensive for his departure, anticipating today with unease. Tom is a good businessman, and usually he’s able to control his own empire from the comfort of his West London mansion. For so long, he’s been near you, lingering close, never trailing too far from your side. But there’s uncertainty in the air, and they need him out in Manchester for a few weeks to whip the boys back into shape. Until the supply issue is resolved, he’ll be away—away from you, and your bed, and the life that you’ve constructed so precariously together.

In this world of drugs and darkness, nothing is certain. You fall asleep beside Tom each night thankful that he’s safe, he’s here, he’s content. You know plenty of people who haven’t been afforded such a luxury. Your boyfriend has enemies who seek revenge and retribution, and their greedy eyes follow him from every direction. They’re like wolves, every single one of them—suppliers, rivals, the law—waiting in the shadows, preparing to pounce at the first sign of weakness.

You shouldn’t love him. He’s not a good man. Tom has told you as much repeatedly—in his deprecating words, in the underhanded dealings that go on around your dinner table, through his violent actions against opponents. But he loves you, and he is a good man, to you, and maybe that’s all that matters. Maybe you can take the pain and the darkness, because it affords you a glimmer of light in the form of your boyfriend. Tom holds you at the very centre of his universe, and as he cups your face in a gentle hand and coaxes you in for a sweet kiss, you know you wouldn’t have it any other way. Your life may be characterised by uncertainty, but there is no doubt in the way that he loves you, so recklessly and fiercely. He gives you everything that he has without hesitation.

The kiss grows deeper, and you moan into Tom as he presses his tongue into your mouth. He’s still rolling your clit beneath his thumb, and you reach up to grab fistfuls of his hair. When he’d pulled you into the office earlier and begged you to spend time with him, it’d come with the caveat that you need not distract him from his final pieces of work. He seems to have abandoned that decision now, as he ruts up into you when you groan into his mouth.

“Sweet love,” he purrs, voice darker. Tom squeezes your cheek, the cool metal of his ring pressing to your skin as he holds you tightly. He releases your face a moment later, fingers shifting to your waist as his lips grace over the tender part of your face. “God, I’ll miss you. Miss this fuckin’ cunt.” He kisses down from your cheek, shifting back and towards your ear. You release a wispy moan as he finds your tender spot, sucking harshly against the skin then soothing the ache with his hot tongue. “So perfect for me.”

“You’re perfect,” you murmur, mind slow. Tom holds your hip slowly and encourages you to move, and both of you release sounds of enjoyment as you begin to ride him. Your entrance aches, stretched wide around his girth, but as his finger rubs persistent circles across your bud, it soothes into pleasure. “Fuck, Tom… You fill me up completely. You’re in so deep.”

“I know, darling,” he murmurs. When you toss your head back and start to move faster, he’s quick to attach his lips to your neck. “Tightest little thing,” he adds, voice scalding against your ear. “I know I’ll be dreaming of you, angel. Every single night.”

You cry out as he helps you shift slightly to the side, optimising your pleasure. As the crown of Tom’s cock rubs up against your back wall, you shudder, breath hitching. The sounds of your heat, so wet and silky, being fucked repeatedly as you come down on him again and again spurs you on. It grows wild quickly, Tom leaving your neck and sitting back in his chair just to watch you ride him so perfectly. His eyes are dark and passionate, and his gaze so intense that it’s as if he’s trying to burn the memory to mind.

“I don’t think I can hold it,” you admit, eyes threatening to roll back. After sitting on his cock for fifteen minutes, you were already riled up. Now, you’re on cloud nine. Pleasure has your toes curling, the muscles in your thighs tensing and straining as you cling to the back of Tom’s head and tug on his curls. “T-Tom.”

“That’s it, gorgeous. Say my name.”

His ring digs into your side, spurring you on. As the cool metal nicks at your skin, the coil in your stomach tightens further.

“Oh,” you moan, eyes fluttering shut. No longer able to see Tom’s handsome face, you’re left only with the sensations, pulsing out from your centre. You’re on the verge, inching closer with every time Tom pulls you back onto his cock. He works you open, thrusts into you deep, leaves you gasping.

“C’mon, pretty baby,” he murmurs, hot lips moving forward to press at your neck. “Make me cum. I know you want it, don’t you?”

A throaty groan travels past your lips as you know exactly what he’s talking about. You’d stopped taking birth control a week ago, and though both of you know that the chances of you falling pregnant so soon after ending those hormones are slim, the possibility is there. Sex now feels dangerous, the extra weight to it filling you with arousal and excitement.

“Yes,” you whimper. “Please.”

Tom nips at your ear, the bite of pain making you moan.

“Go on,” he coos, voice sweet, sultry. “I’m going to fill you up, darling. Give you something to remember me by.” His hand slips from his waist and travels to your lower stomach, resting there. “Right here,” he adds. “Do you want it, love? You need to work for it. Cum on my cock, mm? Let me feel how desperate your tight little pussy is for my cum.”

Tom snaps his hips up to yours, and a few moments later, you peak. Your climax burns through you, your walls clamping down around his length in a way that makes him groan loudly. You open your eyes to watch his face seize up, freezing with pleasure and enjoyment as his jaw tenses and his eyes squeeze shut. You feel his cock pulsing as you continue to move over him, lost in the pleasure that spirals out from your cunt and your clit. His pants are laboured too.

When you come down from it, you settle in his lap, sweaty palms grasping at his face. Tom pulls you closer, wrapping you up in his arms as he presses his forehead to yours. His nose bumps against yours, tip warm. Every part of him is warm.

“I love you so much,” he says, voice serious. “More than you could ever imagine, Y/N.”

You smile. “I love you too,” you whisper.

Tom pulls back from you to pepper his lips across your face, dusting every inch of your skin with his mouth. You’re still connected at your centre, and you know the moment you stand, you’ll feel the evidence of his love dripping down your thighs.

“I—”

A rough knocking sound bursts into the room, hard knuckles drumming over the office door. You jump, and Tom’s brows crease. He brings both of his hands to cover your ears and kisses the tip of your nose before sitting up a little straighter.

“What the fuck do you want?” he hollers, voice terse. He’s muffling the volume with his palms, but you still wince, and he kisses your nose again in penance.

“Sir, we have to go. The men are waiting—”

Tom’s face ripples with irritation. You watch the vein stand out in his neck, fading only when his eyes sweep back to your face. He deflates as he brings his lips down across your forehead.

“I’ll be two minutes,” he barks back. “Now piss off. I’m with my girl.”

“Yes, sir.”

Tom peels his hands away from your ears, then rubs each one of your earlobes with the soft pads of his thumbs. “Sorry about that, my darling,” he mumbles, shadows covering his features. His teeth dig into his lower lip as he sighs. “I need to go.”

You feel your face fall, and break eye contact when the intensity of his gaze grows too much. “Okay,” you mumble.

“Hey.” Tom grasps your chin between his index and his middle finger. “I’ll come back to you,” he promises. You know he can feel your reluctance to let him go, can see it on your face without you having to verbalise it. You wonder if he’s been able to tell how unsettled you feel about the whole ordeal, and if maybe that’s why he’s let you be more clingy this week.

“What if you don’t?” you breathe out, unable to keep it in. You blink a few times, trying to hide the watery film of tears that shakes across your eyes. “What if something happens to you whilst you’re away, and you don’t come home?” You reach down and grab at his shirt, clenching your knuckles around the crisp material. “Tom, you are my home. I don’t know what I’ll do if—”

“I’ll come back, baby.” He kisses you softly, a few fingers brushing up beneath your chin and tilting you to him. “I always will. I promise. I’m a man of my word, so you know that’s true.”

You manage a thin smile, heart aching even as Tom cups your face in his hands. “I love you,” you say finally. “And I’ll be waiting for you to get back.”

Tom nods. His cheeks are still flushed, and his hair is a mess, but the fire in his eyes is undeniable. When he deposits a light kiss to your cheek and then lets his lips brush you against your earlobe, you know that he’ll be back. You know he’d never fail you.

“I’ll be back before you know it.”

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A month passes. You miss Tom desperately.

For the first three weeks, you manage to control the sadness in your chest. Finding distraction in your job and your friends, you’re able to forget about the giant Tom-shaped hole in your heart. He lingers on, though, his love persistent even in his absence. Despite finding certain ways to limit your anguish, like daily calls, and soaking your wrists in his cologne each morning, the time only worsens your heartache. You’re miserable without him.

In the fourth week, it reaches the point where you can no longer pretend you aren’t aching for him. You miss him in a way you’ve never felt before, his absence from your home like a sharp spire ever-present in your chest, burrowing deeper every lonely morning. Tom can’t ease you, doesn’t know himself when he’ll be able to come home. The job he’s had to do has spiralled, with mutinous men and delayed shipments, and it’s in too precarious a position for him to leave and come back to you. When you’d suggested visiting, he’d immediately wiped that option from the table, citing the acts of violence and uneven atmosphere as too great a risk to take. You understand it, but you miss him, and it permeates every part of your life.

It’s late Tuesday night, and in a fitless trance, you find yourself walking up to the third floor of the mansion. When you’d moved in, almost a year ago, Tom had tried to make you feel as comfortable as possible. In his efforts, he’d installed an art studio for you to use. The gesture went in tandem with his greatest gift to you so far—your very own art gallery, right in the centre of London. The studio is a large room, framed with huge windows which overlook the sprawling estate. Tonight, all you can make out is the dim driveway and the crescent moon, hanging thinly in the sky.

After turning on some music and slipping on your painting apron, you take your place in front of your easel. As you stare at the blank canvas, your fingers shift up to absently run the line of Tom’s ring. It hangs on a chain around your neck, silver and bold. You hadn’t realised that he’d left it with you until you’d reached into your pocket the day of his departure and found it sitting there. You know the matching ring stays wrapped around his pinky finger, and it brings you a sense of comfort to trace the smooth band and feel connected to him, even in a small way.

You decide to paint Tom, trying to coax him to life from your memories. Shades of gold and brown take form over your canvas. With every brush stroke and flick of your wrist, you feel lighter, some of the ache lessening.

Hours pass, interrupted only by the ringing of your phone. Biting back a small curse word as you feel your concentration shatter, you put your paintbrush down and tug your phone from your back pocket. Your frown fades as you see Tom’s name, flashing on the screen besides an image of his face.

“T,” you greet, the relief in your voice obvious even to you. “Hey.”

There’s silence for a few moments, then his voice crackles down the line. “Hi, darling,” Tom speaks. “It’s not too late to talk, is it?”

You glance up at the ornate clock sitting on the wall. The feature is grand and solid gold, matching the themes of the rest of his house. Tom likes decadence. His luxurious touch is evident in the patterns of red, black, and metals that cling to each article of furniture. When you see that it’s 2am, you blink a few times, shaking off your surprise as you realise how much time has passed since you’d started to paint.

“It’s okay,” you reply. “I’m painting.”

“Ahhh.” You hear the rustling of sheets, and you imagine Tom in bed. He’s probably bundled up in sweats and a hoodie, sprawled out across his mattress. The house in Manchester always runs cold, and you’ve heard his complaints consistently for the last few weeks. The image of him resting up against the headboard, pouting from beneath a pile of blankets makes you smile. “What are you working on?”

You smile into your phone, stepping back to admire your handiwork. “You,” you tell him. “Just your eyes at the moment, and the outline of your hair.”

“Me again?” Tom speaks, and his tone is like soft velvet, gentle and crushing at the edges. “I’m flattered, darling.”

“Mmm.” You fiddle with his ring. “I’ll need to dedicate a wall to you in the gallery. You’re my favourite muse.”

Tom chuckles. “That’d be an honour,” he says, voice dropping in volume. “It’s a privilege to be loved by you.” His voice twangs sadly, and you feel yourself frowning.

“Are you okay, baby?”

He’s quiet for a few moments. You find yourself biting your lip.

“Yeah,” he says, voice thicker. “Long day.”

“What did you do?”

He sucks in a harsh breath, air catching on the back of his teeth. “Can we just talk about you for a minute?”

Worry furrows your brow. “Okay,” you say, drawing out the syllable as you scramble for words to fill the gap. “Today I visited your mother.”

“Oh?”

“She wanted me to show her how I made those biscuits, from your birthday last year?” You pause until he makes a noise of recognition. “Ended up staying there for a while, had some tea. Gossiped about you.”

Tom snorts. “Learn anything good?”

“Only that you were just as much of a terror as a child,” you reply. “She sent me photos. I’ll text them to you later.”

It’d been a sobering experience to see Tom so animated and innocent as a child, but you don’t tell him that. So much as changed since he was seven and running through a field with his brothers. He has lost more than you could ever fathom.

“Did she show you the one with my head half shaved?”

You laugh. “Yeah,” you say, smiling against the phone. You’re holding the device tightly in your fingers, clinging to it almost desperately. “I can’t believe Harry did that to you.”

“Well, I did piss him off,” Tom reasons. “I got him back, anyway.”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah, darling. Put a bunch of, like, millipedes and creepy crawly things in his bed.” Tom pauses to laugh, his voice lighter. “He hated me for about a year after that. Tried to kill me with his eyes every time he saw me.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re a nightmare,” you respond. “I’m seeing him at the weekend, and Sam. I can’t wait to get their perspectives on the demon you used to be.”

“I’m still a demon now, darling.”

“Yeah.” You lick across your lower lip, mind briefly darkening. He can be particularly devilish, whenever the mood strikes. “Love you, though.”

“And I love you.” Tom’s quiet again for a few moments, and when he speaks, his voice is gentle, “I love how much you like my family. It’s really special to me that you get along with them.”

You suck on your lower lip. “Of course,” you reply. “I love them. They… They feel like my brothers too, sometimes. Is that weird?”

“No.” You hear rustling again, followed by a soft grunt as he tries to find a better position to lay in. “Darling, family is everything to me, you know that. It’s a joy to see you fit in with my family, and I know they love you like a sister, too. Mum’s always saying how she sees you like a daughter.”

You glance up at your canvas, the shapes blurring with unshed tears. “She said that today, actually,” you murmur.

“Exactly.” Tom’s voice is passionate, alight and engaged. You can feel his strain. “You’re family.”

The air between you stills, and you wonder if he knows that you’re on the verge of tears, if he knows how grateful you are to him for inviting you into his life and letting you touch each piece of him without hesitation. The intricacies of his soul have gone so long unfelt, but he’s let you handle them, let you dust them off and admire them.

“Show me your art?” Tom adds, voice slightly thicker. “Please?”

“One sec.” You swallow down the hot lump of emotions that press at the back of your throat and pull your phone away from your ear. After briefly tousling your hair, you tap at the screen and enable the video setting. You flip the camera so it’s facing out in front of you, the canvas being framed by your phone screen. “This is what I’ve been doing today… Over there are the ones from the last few weeks.”

Tom spends a few minutes on a virtual tour of your studio, cooing soft words of endearment as you talk him through each piece. He’s tired, his voice often interspersed with soft yawns and grunts of fatigue, but he blows away all suggestions of disconnecting. Your tour takes you all throughout the house, showing him the slight alterations you’ve made to a few pieces of furniture in his absence. You end up in your bedroom, showing him the new blanket you bought for your bed.

“I want to see your face,” you whine, finally settling in bed. You’re laying on his side, head resting on top of the pillow that smells of him. Tom had watched you change into pyjamas, witnessed you brushing your teeth and getting ready for bed. All you’ve had is a black screen. “How am I supposed to sleep without seeing you, Tommy?” You pout at the blank phone, trying really hard to get him to yield. It’s 3am now and you’re delirious with fatigue, but you’re craving him more than ever.

“I don’t look nice, though,” he complains. “I look ugly.”

You practically recoil at the words. You hope he can feel the ferocity in your gaze as you glare at your phone’s camera.

“You don’t,” you say. “You never look anything short of handsome.”

Tom chuckles. “You’re too kind,” he says, “but really. I got beat up a bit. My face is all…” He makes a sound of nonchalance. “Well.. It doesn’t matter. You don’t need to know the gory details.”

Your eyebrows shoot up your forehead at the word gory. “Show me,” you ask, voice softer. You snuggle further into bed, pulling the sheets further around your figure and trying to pretend you’re being hugged by your boyfriend instead of the feather down duvet. “Please, baby. I’m worried.”

Tom sighs. “Okay, but before I show you, you have to promise not to freak out.” As he sees your widening eyes, he adds. “Exactly! Don’t freak out! I’m fine. Can’t even feel it, the amount of painkillers I’m on. I’m alright.”

“...Okay.”

A few moments pass, and you hear him curse as he clumsily presses at the screen. When your phone lights up, showing a depiction of your boyfriend’s face, you have to bite back a gasp. Bruises cloud his left cheek, deep shades of red clinging to his cheekbone. There are scratches, too, riddled with scabs and lined with pink skin. The most obvious and upsetting sign of his injury however is his nose.

“Did you break your nose again?” you ask, voice soft. The skin beneath his eyes is bruising, and there’s a dark mark across the bridge of his nose.

“No, thank god,” Tom murmurs. “Just got hit on it.”

He’s laying in bed too, and you turn onto your side and prop him up on one of the pillows so it’s as if he’s laying beside you. With a dark burgundy hoodie pulled over his head, obscuring his curls, he looks pale and tepid. His cheeks are sunken, and it’s not just from the injury. Tom seems exhausted.

“Are you okay, apart from that?”

“Hm?”

“Are you okay, Tom?”

He offers a weak smile. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” His voice fades with each iteration. You watch as Tom bites his lower lip, then reaches up to press his fingers into the tense lines of his pebbled forehead. “Just tired, darling. It’s been a busy week.”

“Come home,” you say, sleepy and wistful. “I’ll take care of you.”

“I can’t, my darling,” he mumbles. Tom’s eyes look at you sadly. “Things would fall apart.”

“You’re falling apart.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Will you?”

Tom’s quiet for a while, and you watch him swallow. He gives you a tense nod, lips pulled into a frown. “I have to be.”

His words hurt you, but you know you shouldn’t push it further. Not with his eyes glassy and his chin twitching.

“You don’t,” you say softly. “Come home.”

Tom hums. His eyes are like two diamonds, holding the weight of the world, of a life so recklessly lived. His gaze skitters across your phone, and he arches a brow when he sees you stifle a yawn. “Goodnight, darling.”

You wish you could hold him, or touch him. You wish you could get anything more than the static and the empty bed.

“Night, Tom,” you whisper. “Sweet dreams.”

“Sweet dreams to you too, baby.” Tom puckers up his lips and blows you a kiss. You return it, lips tweaking into a soft smile. “Love you more than anything.”

Your voice feels thick as you echo the sentiments. “Talk tomorrow,” you murmur, tired. “Love you.”

“Bye, bye, bye.”

You’re the one to disconnect, unable to take the imminent heartache that comes with being the last to say goodbye. Tom fades, and you let your phone fall over.

The pain returns, pressing into your heart. It’s raw and cold, and it makes you shiver. A few tears soak into the pillow that smells of him, cool against your hairline.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You wake up the next morning, slowly at first, then all at once.

It’s light in your bedroom. Your sleepy mind wonders if you’d forgotten to draw the curtains when you’d crashed out last night. As you bemoan the bright light that hurts your closed eyes, you slowly twitch awake. Feeling an ache in your arm, you try to move, only to find something rendering you incapacitated. You frown in your tired haze, trying again to move, just to stay exactly where you are again. Your brows furrow next, and you slowly rouse to consciousness as you try to work out what’s going on.

Your heart rate spikes as you realise there are two arms wrapped around you. Warmth envelops you, pressing into your back, your legs, your waist. You jerk awake, panicking for a moment before you feel his lips on your shoulder, and smell the familiar scent of him.

“Shh, darling. It’s me.”

Immediately, you roll over, twisting in his arms until you’re looking at him. His eyes are soft, hair a mess, and he offers you the gentlest smile you’ve ever seen.

“Tom?!” you exclaim, voice catching in the back of your throat. “H-How— but—?”

Both of Tom’s hands go to your cheeks, and he pulls you in for a blinding morning kiss. You sigh as warmth fills every part of you, his lips washing away the angst and the sadness you’d felt just hours earlier. You moan into it, a soft rumble, and curl into him. As you run your hands over his bare form, you appreciate how his muscles are firm and supple beneath your fingertips. You map him out attentively, touch dipping into the shades of his muscles as you try to imprint him to your memory again.

When Tom breaks the kiss, he presses his lips to the tip of your nose. As his warm breath fans out across your face, he stares at you, eyes gentle. Keeping one hand on your cheek, Tom lets the other drift down. When he reaches your neck, he tugs at the chain you keep looped around your throat, his nimble fingers going to play with the ring on the end, still there, hanging between you.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he says slowly. He pulls on the chain and brings you in nearer, kissing you again, softly. “We said goodnight, and...”

Your hands are in his hair, gently stroking the mane from his face. It’s longer now, thicker and brighter than before. You push it away and look at his features. The bruises don’t seem as pronounced now, and you think he must’ve spent time in the sun. Light freckles dust the bridge of his nose, slanted and wonky but perfect nonetheless.

“Hmm?”

Tom licks his lips. “I couldn’t stay away any longer. I left it all to Haz.” Again, he steals your lips in a kiss. He follows up the action with several more, light dustings in quick succession. He tastes minty, and you wonder how long he’s been cuddling you. “I don’t care if we lose Manchester. I don’t care if we lose everything.” He swallows seriously. “I can’t lose you.”

“You were never going to lose me,” you whisper. You brush your thumb across his unscarred cheekbone. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“But I missed you,” Tom whines. He drops his face, lips drifting down to suckle at the base of your neck. You giggle as he leaves tickling kisses all over your skin, mouthing at all the spots that make you laugh until he’s found his way up to your lips. With a hand on your jaw, fingers on your chin, he guides your face to look at him. “Time away gave me a lot of time to think,” he adds, voice drifting lower. A shadow of a doubt passes over his face. “I spent a long time pondering.”

“Yeah?” If he wasn’t holding you so tightly, you’d be concerned. Instead, you continue to muss your thumb across his cheekbone, gazing at him adoringly. “What were you thinking about?”

“Hmm. Well…” Tom lies back, sitting up with his elbow digging into the pillow as he turns to rest on his side. You mirror his position, stretching out your legs beneath the covers as a small yawn slips past you. “I realised that you’re the only person who makes a nice cup of tea. Even I can’t make one as well as you.”

You smile softly. “Don’t let Harrison hear that.”

He chuckles. “He’d be a bitch about it.” Tom’s eyes slide over your figure, gaze soft. You hum in quiet agreement, and he sucks in another breath. “I realised that no one else loves my friends like you do, and the same with my family.” Tom reaches out, hand slithering beneath the duvet until he finds your waist. His fingers are smooth, without the jewelry that usually adorns them. His calloused fingertips roll across your hip, and everything about the moment feels bare and authentic. “I love you now, and I know that I’ll love you forever.”

Something inside your chest clicks, and you find yourself looking at him a little differently.

“Where’s this all coming from?” you ask, looking at him, eyes wide.

“My heart.” Tom pulls you a little closer, and you think you see him swallow nervously. “C’mere, angel.” He turns and lays on his back, gently coaxing you to straddle him.

You settle over him, laying on top of his bare chest. He’s in boxers, and they rub up against your shorts as you shift around on top of him. Tom’s hair presses into the white pillow, wild and messy, but not unlike a halo. With the late morning sun highlighting his worn face with golden stripes, he looks ethereal.

“Darling,” he murmurs. “Gimme a kiss.”

You bend over, and Tom greets you with a warm open-mouthed kiss. He doesn’t seem to care that you’re tired and groggy as he reaches out to cup your cheek, the other hand resting on your hip. You smile against his lips as his fingertips dip beneath the material of your shirt, rubbing light circles to your flesh as you sit up eagerly and press back in. His kisses feel like droplets of fire, setting off small chain reactions with each press of his lips to yours.

When you pull back to admire him, the chain around your neck goes swinging. Your eyes widen as you hear the thump of heavy metal colliding with Tom’s chin, followed by his soft grunt.

“Oh,” you exclaim, immediately feeling your face fall. “I’m sorry, baby. I always forget about the ring on the end.” You bend over to kiss his chin, then sit up straighter, hands absently travelling along the chain. The metal feels familiar beneath your fingertips, and you sigh softly. “I haven’t taken it off since you left,” you admit. “It was nice feeling connected to you, and the ring you left—”

The words die in the back of your throat when you reach for the ring and feel two instead of one, looped side by side on the chain. Confusion twitches across your face as you look down and inspect the piece of jewelry.

Tom’s ring is still on the chain, silver and bold, but sitting beside it is a dantier ring, the band thinner. It lacks the brash family crest that Tom’s harbours so proudly, and has a diamond as its centrepiece. Your fingers go to it immediately, and you find yourself trembling as you pull it closer to your face, inspecting the perfect cut of the sparkling diamond. It’s a large jewel, but it isn’t too flashy, and the ornate twisting of the band is beautiful.

You look back to Tom, who’s watching you with his lower lip pulled between his teeth. Nerves shadow every one of his features, and it’s such a rare look on him that it takes you off guard.

“Angel,” he says slowly, reaching out to take one of your hands. “I love you. I want us to spend the rest of our lives together… I want to grow old with you by my side, and wake up to you each morning. I want to watch our kids muck around in the back garden, and I know… I know I’m not supposed to want these things. I don’t deserve them, and I’m being incredibly selfish even having you here with me right now, but I love you, and nothing will ever change that.” Tom squeezes your hand. “You’re the only woman in the world that I’d ever be able to love like this, and it would be the greatest honour of my life if you married me.”

You’re quiet for a few moments, processing his words. Entranced, you shake off his hand and reach up, tugging off the chain that hangs so heavily from your neck. You unpick the clasp and the necklace falls open, depositing both of the rings into the palm of your hand. They sit there, side by side, and you feel a tear skate down your cheek.

“Tom,” you say, voice thick with tears. “I’d love to marry you.”

The rings press into your palm as he hurries up to kiss you, smiling against yours lips. Tom’s nose nuzzles against yours, and when he pulls back, you see his eyes are red too.

“Thank fuck,” he murmurs. “I was so worried for a second that you were going to say no.”

Your laugh is light and vibrant, and you hold out your hand for Tom to pick up the engagement ring. As he slides the engagement band up your finger, you take his ring, chunky and heavy, and tenderly press it up his finger, joining it with his fourth finger instead of his index. You bend over to kiss the rise of his knuckles, then pull back as you feel him do the same to yours. Through blurry eyes, you bring your hand towards you and admire the gem as it sparkles there.

“In what world would I ever say no to this?” you muse, after a few moments. “I want to be with you forever, Tom. You know that.” Tom’s still looking at his ring, at where it joins at his knuckle, but he glances up when you drift nearer. “I came off birth control.”

His eyes darken slightly. “I know.”

You hold his face in his hands. “You’re silly,” you say. You peck his cheek. “I need to brush my teeth,” you decide. You know exactly where this is going, and you want it to be perfect.

Tom pouts, but he helps you up from his lap. He watches you walk across the room, and his gaze stays on you as you keep the door to the en-suite open and start to brush your teeth. “Miss you, darling,” he calls out. You roll your eyes, but your heart beats a little faster. “You look ethereal.”

When you’re finished in the bathroom, you hurry back to bed. You find your way back into Tom’s lap, sinking into him to share a fresh kiss. “Tell me more about what you want with me,” you continue, voice darker.

With a determined smirk on his lips, Tom flips you. You release a huff of air as you find yourself laying on the mattress, head on the pillow, with him suspended above you. He plants a forearm on either side of your head and gazes down at you fondly.

“I want to settle down with you,” he says slowly. “Maybe start to divide my assets, give a little bit more power to Haz. I want to focus on you.” He pecks your lips before continuing. “I want to watch your gallery grow into the most successful place in London, and I want to be by your side at every opening. I want a big white wedding, with the cake, and the confetti, and the best honeymoon that’s ever been had. I am going to spoil you rotten.”

“You already do a very good job of that.”

“I’ll kick it up a level. I’ll have to. You’ll be my wife.” Tom’s face darkens. His hand shifts down to rest over your lower stomach. “We’ll need to wait for a lot of those things to happen, but there’s one thing that I want that we can start working on right now.”

Your mouth goes dry, and you feel the space between your legs throb. You tilt your head to the side as you stare up at his handsome face. “And what would that be?”

“Our heirs, darling.” He smirks when you whimper, warm fingers dipping beneath your shirt until he’s able to touch the flesh of your belly more directly. “I’m gonna fill you up with my babies, angel. Fuck you really good. ‘M gonna keep cumming until you’re full of me, then fuck you full again.”

You moan as he drops his face to your ear, suckling hard marks against your skin. “Fuck,” you murmur, burying your hands in his hair. “That sounds so obscene.”

“Yeah, but you like it, don’t you? You’re my dirty little thing, hm?” Tom bites at your neck, teeth nipping you and making you shiver. “I know you want me to cum in you so much that it drips down your thighs for hours after I’m gone. You want me to make a mess of your pretty cunt.”

“Please, Tom,” you whimper. You feel hot and bothered already.

“Eager, darling?” Tom sits back and gently reaches for the hem of your pyjama top. You bring your hands above your head as he gently tugs it up your arms, throwing it off to the side without thought. He crawls back over you and seizes your breasts in his hands, his metallic ring like a cool shock against your skin. When he nibbles at your nipple and follows up the action with a lap of his tongue, you whimper.

“Don’t be a tease,” you beg, squeezing your thighs together. “I need you, Tom. Haven’t been with you in so long.”

He looks up at you, tit held between his lips. Tom winks as he gives the bud a noisy suck, then pulls back to address the other. He keeps his thumbs busy, and as he moves away his mouth, he replaces his touch with the pad of his fingers, swirling his spit around your skin with ease.

“There’s no rush,” he announces. He keeps his hands on your breasts, kneading softly and stimulating your nipples as he knows you like, but his mouth starts to move. Tom trails light kisses down your form, keeping his eyes on yours. He observes you through darkened eyes. “Don’t whinge,” he adds, the tips of his teeth sparkling ravenously. “I’m going to fuck you so well you’ll cry, but not yet. Let me enjoy this.”

His promise makes you squirm, and Tom takes advantage of the fact your hips are off the bed and tugs your shorts and panties down your legs in one fell swoop. As you part your legs, you invite him closer, biting back a frown as Tom settles between your thighs but pays your legs attention instead of your centre. Your folds are slick already—you can feel them wet, hot, pulsing with more urgency the longer you spend watching your boyfriend’s muscles flex as he draws his lips across your figure.

Tom teases you, drawing out the moment until you’re quivering. His lips draw down to your shins, his whole body sliding down the bed until he’s just out of reach. You lean back against the pillow and try to enjoy it, revelling in the warmth that he dusts across your bare skin with each small kiss. Tom traces love hearts up your legs with his fingertips, drawing large ones over each one of your knees before tracing over the outline with his tongue. As his spittle cools over your skin, Tom finally parts your thighs.

“Such a pretty sight,” he moans, taking a moment to admire your glistening cunt. You think he’s going to dive straight in, but then he smirks, and you know that was just wishful thinking. Instead, Tom nuzzles his nose against the soft flesh of your inner thigh and goes back to kissing.

He’s needier now, moving with fervour. Sucking harshly, you know he’s marking your inner thighs, drawing an arrow towards your centre with a line of bruises. He delineates his journey, marking out the precise route he needs to take up to your sweet lips as if leaving instructions.

“Tom, please,” you moan. He’s so close to you that you can feel his hot breath coming out across you. He looks up at you and throws out a wild grin, his eyes bright and his smirk as bold as ever. “Please stop teasing me.”

He hums softly. “Okay, my darling,” Tom murmurs. You release a deep sigh of relief. “But only because I can’t go another second without tasting my pussy…” His thumbs gently move along your petals, light with his touch and teasing you until your cunt clenches around nothing. “You don’t mind if I’m a little rough, do you, angel?” He blinks up at you innocently. “I tend to get a little bit lost in you, but you know that by now, don’t you?”

“It’s okay,” you say. “Give me anything… ‘m aching for you.”

Tom’s devilish smirk makes you wonder if giving him complete control was a good idea, but the thought goes flying from your mind as he nuzzles his face closer and finally indulges himself. Moaning loudly as he tastes you, his lips gradually envelop your clit, hot tongue lightly glancing off the engorged rise of the bud as you cry out. He’s wet with you, letting his tongue make your slit all messy.

Tom brings two slender fingers to your lips and parts them in a V. His nose brushes up against your clit as he slowly moves down. As the thick muscle of his tongue presses against your dewy entrance, he emits a low-pitched moan.

“God, darling,” he purrs. “Tastes even sweeter than usual.” As the vibrations of his words thrum over your cunt, you shiver and grab at his hair. One of Tom’s hands grabs at your inner thigh, pushing it up and opening you wider until he’s able to move deeper. You gasp as both of his thumbs shift down to hold your lips apart, tender petals parting easily.

As Tom slides his tongue into you, your eyes roll back in your head. You squirm against the sheets as wetness drips between your cheeks, a mix of your heat and his spit as Tom devours you. He moans against you, dragging his tongue against your tender walls. The sensations of his smooth muscle twisting against your sensitive pussy makes you shiver, and when he adds a thumb to your clit, you cry out loudly.

“Tom, oh fuck.”

He traces around your bud with a light finger, teasing the edge of the bud with his fingernail. Impatient and needy, you rut down against him, a choked sob bubbling up in the back of your throat. Your chest is heaving, your nipples perked and erect, and your fingers shake as you hold him to your heat. Tom seems to go deeper with each thrust of his tongue, moaning as he makes you messy, leaving no part of you untouched.

You call out a quiet warning, blind with lust and on the verge of tears. “‘M gonna cum,” you mewl. “Feels too good.”

He hums aggressively against you and dives deeper with his tongue, touching your clit until you peak. The feeling of your walls clenching and contracting against his face makes you whine, rutting down against him as you ride it out. Tom takes it, stays pliant as you grind onto his tongue, continuing to stimulate your passage until your back arches from the bed and you break into a hot sweat. When Tom pulls back, he’s quick to replace his tongue with two fingers, and the moan you release is garbled and excessive.

“T-Tom,” you cry out. He curls his index and middle finger into you with ease, his fourth dropping down to rest between your cheeks. You can feel the metal of his heavy silver ring, cool against your skin. “S’too much.”

He finally looks up at you after an eternity admiring your heat. His eyes are wide and feral, his chin coated in your juices. You whimper as you see streaks of white cum clinging to the early morning shadow of his chin. Tom grins inquisitively as he thrusts his fingers faster, your heat so slick and open that the movement draws out loud noises.

“I don’t think it’s too much, darling,” he mumbles. “I think you’re being my good girl, hm? We’ve barely started.” He drops his lips and nuzzles further between your legs, looking up at you with your clit held loosely in his mouth. He gently laps across the rise before releasing it and pressing a light kiss to the engorged bud. “I’m going to make you cum so much you forget your name, lovie. Gonna show you how much I appreciate you today and for every other day of our lives.”

You like the sound of that, and your cunt throbs persistently as Tom curves his fingers up and his fingertips brush against your ridged g-spot. As your hips threaten to spasm from the bed again, Tom sits up and shifts his arm, so it weighs down your lower stomach. “More,” you decide, hearing your heat prickle as Tom speeds up his fingers.

He adds his ring finger, and you cry out as the smooth band of metal presses up against your entrance. The contrast of cold against the ravaging fire of your hole is almost orgasmic in itself.

“Pretty little pussy,” he muses. “Need to stretch you out for my cock, da’ling. Haven’t taken me in so long, I don’t want to hurt you when I stuff you full.”

You’re so wet. You can feel the flat of Tom’s hand coated in your arousal, hear your heat as he fucks you. You try to pay attention to him, but you find yourself slipping when he drops his lips back to your bud and starts to suck on it. As Tom traces incessant circles over your clit, he alternates between long laps of his tongue and more focused kitten licks. Your desperate fingers curl around the silky sheets as you recognise that he knows your cunt well, and he’s learnt the right angle and depth that he needs to travel to in order to get you to the edge. He’s persistent and ruthless in the pursuit of his objective.

You peak for the second time as he curls his fingertips up against your tender g-spot, moaning around your clit under you’re crying out. Your eyes burn with tears as you call out his name, voice clouded by curse words and desperate sounds of enjoyment. You’re loud, thrashing in the sheets until he has to reach up and press you into place, not moving as he continues to stimulate you through it. It feels unending—an eternal tunnel of throbbing pleasure, your cunt squeezing his digits until it’s almost too much.

When you grow too sensitive, you tell him as much, and Tom pulls back to reach blindly for your hand. He finds it, then separates from your mound. His fingers slowly slip from your aching cunt, causing you to gasp, but he softens it out by kissing over the knuckles of your other hand, then your lower stomach.

“Perfect, angel,” he coos. Tom pushes your legs shut again, being careful not to hurt you as he crawls on top of you. He squeezes your hand as he continues to kiss all over your stomach, hips and chest, retracing his tracks from earlier until he finds your nipples. You moan as he laps at both of them messily before moving up to your face and kissing you intensely. His tongue tastes of your juices, your arousal sticking to his tongue. The tangy hue sticks to your own mouth, and you moan as you taste it.

“God, I love kissing you,” he murmurs against you, voice rumbling into you. Tom gasps your face with his clean hand, holding you tightly. “Could do this for the rest of my life.”

You’re hungry as you chase him, body tired but craving more. As Tom starts to roll his hips against yours, the press of his length to your centre makes you excited.

“I can taste myself on your tongue,” you admit. The blend of you and him makes you feel ravenous.

“Really?” Tom sits up, his face flickering with enjoyment as you start to grind up against his hips. He circles his waist against yours, both of you enjoying the little pleasure until you find the capacity to nod. “You’re nice, aren’t you?”

You lick your lips, watching the way he stares at you. “Yeah,” you say. “Tastes of you, too.”

Tom reaches up, and with the hand still covered in your juices, he feeds three fingers into your mouth. You moan around them as he imitates thrusting motions, smearing your cum over your tongue. There’s a metallic twang as he pushes deeper, his ring brushing up against the tip of your tongue as he fucks towards your throat. The taste makes you shiver.

“There you go, clean me up,” he coaxes. He presses a soft kiss to the tip of your nose before hovering above you. Tom’s eyes, dark and hungry, shift down to your lips, and he raises a brow. “Such a pretty mouth. Wish I had time to fuck it, too, but shit… I need to be in you, darling.”

When he pulls his fingers from your mouth, you feel empty. Your tongue is light—too light. A pout settles over your lips.

“Why are you frowning?” Tom adds as he sits back on his shins. You sit up a little straighter, strength regained as you watch him move around and shed his boxers. You almost moan as you watch his cock spring free, tall and flushed red. You’ve missed it. You’ve missed him.

“Feel empty without you,” you respond.

Tom slides over you again, and you part your legs. With ease, he slots himself between your thighs, his throbbing crown resting against your clit as your wet lips envelop the rest of his member.

“Well, you’re going to be very full soon,” he murmurs, looking up to kiss your jaw. He waits above your lips, quirking a brow. “Open, then, if you’re so needy.”

Your teeth catch your gnawed lower lip before you follow instruction, opening your mouth for him. Tom presses one of his hands against your shoulder as he leans up. He rests a thumb to your chin and looks down at you, eyes glimmering with mischievousness as he puckers his lips and hums. A moment later, Tom spits into your mouth, his dirty spittle falling onto your tongue. He groans at the sight, and you reach up to grab at his broad shoulders as the heat of the possessiveness rolls over you. Tom chases his action with a deep kiss, his fingers rolling back down to pull up your thigh and open you for him.

As he enters you, it’s a smooth movement. Everything flows together—your tongues, your bodies, your hearts. Tom’s able to guide himself inside you almost seamlessly, and you’re so aroused already that the stretch is comfortable.

“Fuck,” you gasp, falling back from his lips.

“Oh, god,” Tom groans. “That’s it. Fuck yeah.” He kisses you again as he slowly pulls out, sliding back into you with ease. His lips are hot as they rest on yours, unmoving as he gets lost in the pleasure.

“You’re so big,” you whimper, eyes rolling back as he continues to thrust into you. Tom’s building it up slowly, rutting deeply against your heat as his member explores your walls. It’s a little clumsy before he establishes a rhythm, his groove coming back after a few weeks apart, but when he gets it right, it feels otherworldly.

“You’re gorgeous,” he says, dropping his face against your shoulder. You bury your hands in his hair, fingers tensing around his strands when he bites at your skin. “Love of my life,” he coos. “Love this pussy more than life itself. Love you more than anything.”

Overwhelmed, you hum, the sound twisting into a gasp as he grinds against you and the crown of his flushed length hits your sensitive spot. “God, yeah,” you agree. “Feels so good, Tom. Go deeper.”

He obliges you for a few moments before his rhythm fades, and he stills with his cock stuffed deep within you. Your fingers play with his hair as you feel him kiss your shoulder, then follow up the action with a lap of his tongue.

“I want you on top, darling,” Tom grunts, words smearing against your neck. He’s panting, hot breath making your skin wet. “Need to see my beautiful wife.” You clench around him, and you feel him chuckle into your shoulder.  “C’mere,” he coaxes. “I’ll help you up.”

It’s dizzying to readjust, but as soon as you’ve taken your place in Tom’s lap, you feel better. You’re impossibly close, able to watch his face constrict with pleasure every time you lower yourself on him. He’s got his head thrown back against the headboard, half-closed eyes watching you, ringed-fingers digging into your hips.

“Tom,” you whimper. “Feels so good.” Your eyes are rolling back, your body trembling as he helps you move. With each bounce down, Tom ruts his hips up to meet you, and when you shift slightly to the side and lean forward, his tip brushes up against your spot. Arcs of electricity zing through your centre, adding layers to your enjoyment.

“The way that you look right now should be breaking the law,” he says, voice held tight. Tom grabs one of your tits in his palm, roughened thumb toying with the nipple until you squirm. “You’re stunning, angel. All mine…” he drops down to kiss at the base of your neck. “Mine forever.”

“Y-Yeah, ‘m yours,” you stammer, voice hitching as his index finger trails back down to your bud. It knocks you off balance how quickly your third high threatens to surge across you.

Tom sees it on your face, growls as he feels you clench around him. “Come on, darling. Give me another one.” His greedy fingers continue to move your hips as the others play around with your clit. The bud tingles, stimulated beyond anything you’ve felt before, but the ache makes it better. “Always the prettiest when you cum, angel. Make the prettiest sounds too. Go on, my love. Let me hear you sing for me.”

It takes a few moments for you to peak, and when you do, you go loose in Tom’s arms. It ripples over you like a blur, your limbs feeling equal parts boneless and taut. Everything fades, pulled back to the bare primal motions of orgasm, warmth spreading through your entire body until it consumes you.

No sooner have you finished your release does Tom scoop you up in his arms and press you back against the mattress. He continues to drill into you, moving roughly against you, grinding his hips into you. Both of you are sweaty, and the space between your legs is sticky from all the aroused fluids that you’ve released, but he doesn’t care. He buries himself in your heat, losing himself in the feelings as you claw at his back, unable to comprehend the pleasures of overstimulation on a scale as intense as this.

“You’re okay, yeah?” Tom says, pulling away from your neck to stare at you. You’re slack-jawed and panting, but you nod. He likes to push you, and you like being stretched to your limits, but he never does it cruelly. He’s always attentive as he picks you apart, slowly breaking you open until you’re shattered into pieces that only he can reassemble. There’s love behind everything he does with you.

“Yeah,” you manage, voice broken. Hot tears of enjoyment pool in your eyes, a muffled groan leaving you when Tom reaches for your thigh and tugs it open roughly. You curl your leg around his back, allowing him in completely, and as you gain that familiar friction back against your g-spot, you melt against the sheets.

“You know what I’m going to do, angel?” Tom grunts. He’s heavy on top of you, body a blur as he fucks you harder, faster, deeper. “I’m going to get your initials tattooed on my ring finger, so you’re there even without the ring.” He stares down at your face, love swirling in his frenzied eyes. “I’m going to—fuck, I’m gonna fuck you so good for the rest of your life, darling. I promise you that. Yeah.” He nuzzles at your cheek, hot breath panting across your skin as he drops his voice to a gritty whisper. “I’m gonna love you, cherish you, fucking adore you… Gonna put a baby in you.”

“Holy shit,” you mutter.

Tom slows his thrusts, his hips stammering in a way suggestive of the way he’s near a peak and wants to put it off. With an intensity that you’ve never seen before, he reaches down, balancing on his strong arms until he’s able to rest his hot palm against your lower stomach. He presses against your skin as he thrusts into you a few more times, slowing but burying himself deeper.

“Can you feel me?” he says. “I’m in so deep, darling. I can feel everything. Such a wet pussy. So greedy.”

“Yeah,” you whimper. “You’re so big, T. I can’t think about anything else.”

“Mmm, good, ‘cos you’re the only thing I’m thinking about right now.” He dances his fingers across the soft skin of your stomach, contrasting the gentleness as he drops his head to the crook of your neck and nips at your skin. “Can’t wait to fill you up,” he admits roughly. “Thought about it every night I was away.”

“Yeah?” You brush your hands through his sweaty hair, tugging as he drives a little deeper.

“Fuck yeah, baby. Go on, touch your clit.” Tom waits until you’ve done as instructed to continue with his musings. “Thought about how you’ll look, belly all swollen with my cum. I love those pretty whimpers you make when I pull out, and my seed pours down your thighs. Can’t wait to fuck it back into you until you’re crying.”

“—oh god,” you whine.

“Mm, yeah. I felt you clench then, darling. I know how much you like the idea of taking fuckin’ everything I give you.” Tom presses firmer against your lower stomach, accompanying the action with a particularly hard rut. “You’re gonna feel me here, lovie, right in your womb. Gonna stuff you to the fucking brim until there’s no chance you aren’t pregnant. Gonna fill you with my babies, give us the heirs we both deserve.”

“Please,” you beg, voice broken. It’s overwhelming in the best way, your bud rebelling as you toy with it. But you’re persistent, matching the deep rolls of Tom’s hips as you feel another climax stir in the pit of your stomach. Everything feels so fluid and wet that it’s hard to tell where you stop, and Tom begins. He’s tangled up so completely in you that he has become part of your existence. “Please, Tom, I want it.”

“What do you want?” Tom teases. He’s a devil, looks up to smirk at you. You can feel how badly he wants to snap into release just from the way he’s controlling his thrusts, but he isn’t going to cave until he gets exactly what he wants. “Use your words, gorgeous girl. I know you can do it.”

He’s in so close, lips on your cheeks, chin, nose, and lips. His heat envelopes you, clouding your brain. With each nudge of his tip deeper against your walls, you get closer to losing it, clinging to the firm muscles of his back like it’s your only lifeline.

“Give me it all,” you choke out. “I want it, Tom, deep in me. Want you to fill me up with your cum.” His curls are sweaty as you reach up to fist your trembling hands in them, entirely at his mercy. “Wanna feel you lose yourself in me.”

“Mmm, okay, baby,” he groans. His voice is broken, thick and tired from exertion. He kisses you roughly, all tongue and teeth, the noisy meshing sounds of your lips mingling with the chaos of his hips slapping down against yours. “Oh fuck,” he pulls away to say. “Oh fuck. Oh—”

With a heavy grunt, Tom finally spills. He releases a loud groan, hips snapping forwards with an animalistic force as he drives his cock deeper, shaft pulsing as your walls squeeze around him. You cry out, cumming for the fourth time. Your climax feels like the main attraction, as if every other orgasm has merely been part of the buildup. You push up against him, breasts pressing into Tom’s chest as your eyes screw shut, tears cascading down your cheeks as pleasure burns through you. His name pours past your lips like a prayer until it’s all that you know, all that you care to know.

It ends, and you’re trembling. Intense aftershocks rock through you, and you feel Tom kiss all over your cheeks as he coos soft words of endearment into your ear. His lips become wet, and you realise that blissful tears have skated down your face.

“Lovely girl... Best girl…” He’s gentle, tender. You jump, opening your eyes suddenly as Tom slips from you, causing your aching walls to spasm. He looks up at you, lifting a questioning brow as he reaches down towards your clit. “Finished?” he asks. When his fingertips lightly make contact with your bud, you wince. Everywhere aches, and it’s nice, but it’s enough.

“Definitely finished,” you choke out.

“Okay, okay… sorry, love.” Tom gently pulls back, flashing you an apologetic smile as he kisses your inner thigh. He shuffles around, eyeing the sight of his cum leaking from your hole, and you watch him shudder. “Fuck….” You can feel it slowly dripping from your entrance and clench your walls just to see his reaction. Tom groans, chewing his lips and continuing to stare until you shiver. He smoothes a hand over your thigh. “Sweet thing,” he whispers. “I’ll bring you some water.”

It only feels like he’s gone for a second, and you realise you’re drifting, ecstatic and loose-limbed. Tom is suddenly behind you, delicately hauling you into his arms. He sits against the headboard and pulls you into a tight hug from behind, kissing over your shoulders as you whimper softly. You can feel the soft fabric of his sweats as he settles you in his lap.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs. He presses a glass of water into your hand and helps you take a sip. As the cool liquid soothes your throat, you relax into his hold. “Love you, love you… Love you so much.”

He’s so warm against you, holding you tight. Your eyes still feel wet.

“Love you too,” you say. Tom takes the glass from your hand and puts it down on the bedside table, and you turn in his arms to kiss him. Your lips feel puffy and sore, but the ache is worth the relief of feeling your fiancé’s mouth gently press to yours. You sigh as the tension leaves your shoulders, draining away as he loves you, and holds you.

“Am gonna clean you up, now,” Tom mumbles, voice soft. You look at him, curious until you feel a warm cloth pressing against your thighs. You part your legs, turning back in his arms and snuggling further into his grasp as he delicately runs the material over your centre. “Sorry, darling,” he says as you wince. He’s so gentle, but it still aches in a way that hurts.

“What time is it?” you ask, mind running slow.

Tom throws the cloth aside, then reaches out and grabs one of the thick furs that sits on top of your bed. “3pm.”

Your eyes widen. “What?” you murmur, brows creasing. “What time did we wake up?”

“Around midday.”

“Wow.” You smile softly as Tom tucks you both in, covering your shivering form with the blanket. You reach up, leaving your left arm above the fur and reaching out to take Tom’s hand. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

He laughs and tangles your hands together. Tom’s palm is warm against yours, and his other hand curves around to fiddle with your new ring.

“Indeed it does, darling,” he coos. “I had a lot of fun. Did you?”

“Always.”

You watch him play with your ring for a while, his lips moving over your sweaty neck. You’re still hot and exhausted, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He holds you tight all the same, not caring that you’re messy and still quivering from the aftershocks. Soft sentences of adoration pour from his lips as he holds you.

“After this,” Tom says, voice slow, “I thought we could have a nice bath… maybe drink some champagne, have some dinner… then I want to hear everything you’ve been up to for the last month, and maybe we can celebrate some more.”

You nod softly. Turning in his arms, you sit up to face him properly, dragging the large blanket with you and draping it over you both as you straddle his lap and rest your arms over his shoulders. The bruising is still on Tom’s face, but he looks more handsome than you’ve ever seen him before. There’s a golden glow to his face, a certain lightness that you’ve never seen before. You reach down and take his hand, bringing it to your lips and ghosting your mouth over his ring.

“I love you so much,” you say, looking up at him from behind his hand. His smile is like the sunrise. “Thank you for everything you do for me.”

“Oh, darling.” Tom pauses to kiss you, smiling against your lips. “Don’t you know the pleasure is all mine?”

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will i burn for this ? perhaps. but it’s worth it. thank u to my lord and saviour mr mob!tsh... i love u.

lmk what you think......? +++ if you want to see any more specific scenes from my mob!tom x reader universe?? any other milestones you’d like to see? lmk! <3

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[lilacliquors]

ooook but before all of the dad!ikaris adorableness is the pregnant-wife husband!ikaris. Like the way that he’d be sos so so sos soooo over protective ( esp when you’re around others) and mindful and goddamn you just know that man would absolutely worship you. And ofc the sight of you carrying his baby would make him go feral.

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before we get into the cute, i do have a similar thing right here when it comes to ikaris seeing you pregnant and going feral. it's got some extra goodies in it too, just for fun. it's also one of my most popular pieces on this blog we're sluts for this man

but you're so right, he'd be the most overprotective man ever. even before you start showing, any sudden movements from you have him on the edge of his seat. and when you do start to show, someone could just brush against you and he's giving them a death glare.

he's always got a hand on you, on your lower back, your shoulder, or he's holding your hand. any weird cravings you have, he's out getting what you need, no questions asked. this man would literally do anything for you and your unborn child, he's just so proud.

[spenciebabie]

AHH idk why but the thought of preg!reader with really intense cravings (esp in the middle of the night or smth like that) and having to wake Spencer up to tell him and him rushing out to get it for her makes me so. soft 🥺 like she’d feel bothersome but he reassures her that it’s perfectly normal and gives her belly kisses and cuddles afterwards

he’s just the sweetest the entire time you’re pregnant (and before and after tbh). he gets a little wild, reading every pregnancy book under the sun just to make sure there’s nothing he’s missed. so when your requests start getting stranger and stranger he’s completely unfazed.

he’ll roll out of bed at any hour to get the weird food that you need in the middle of the night. and he’ll stay up with you while you snack, either cuddling or watching tv, or reading to you. whatever you want he’s right there for you the whole time ❤️

[hookingminor]

Tyson I feel would 100% be the type of person to drop everything for you if you told him you needed or wanted something. Like, if you were craving something while pregnant he would run to the store and get it for you. Or if you were cooking or something and you realized you were missing something you needed

100% agree to the pregnancy thing like you're carrying his child the least he can do is get you some pickles or ice cream but yeah he's always so eager to help out esp when you're always running errands anyways he's got it good he's probably got a nutritionist and personal shopper to keep things stocked for him so grocery shopping and stuff is kinda fun for him bc he doesn't get to do it often

soft sunday!

[kewltie]

omfgggg pregnant!deku. imagine where no. 1 hero is not only an omega but is pregnant and it's still early in his first trimester so he's running around kicking ass but IT'S DEKU so ppl frets and worry over his safety that even villains r like uh i dont wanna mess w/ that. deku is like ridiculously popular & well like even among criminal bc he believes in 2nd chances & rehab of the criminals/villains & fight for disenfranchised youths who fell on the wrong side of the track. so yea, they fight against him but they're also kinda soft for him!!!

so when they found out their fav hero is pregnant & still patrolling there's like some super-secret nonverbal agree among them that they won't stop doing what they are doing but like,,,, nobody fucking touch deku ok or you'll deader than dead. which is ALL KIND OF HILARIOUS bc deku coming to a bank robbery & the criminals doesnt stop their crime but when they fight him, they're like super careful w/ him making sure he doesn't get knock back, fall, or hurt himself too much.

when deku finally captured them and as they're about to taken away, they happily congratulated him on his pregnancy & ask if he'd thought of names yet & one of them is like, "oh, when my husband was pregnant eating X & Y really help with the nausea." and izuku is like,,, thanks???

there's like so many ppl invested in deku's pregnancy that it bizarre bc he's not the first or the last omega to ever be pregnant but he's deku, prohero, no.1 rank, and symbol of hope. all that means is there's a hyper fixation on everything about him esp now that he's pregnant. talk shows, news channel, & celeb gossip show are all talking about it one way or another. whether he's should take an early leave of work or not bc of the danger of his job, the baby's sex, his pregnancy craving, bump watch (I KNOW), & even a countdown to his due date.

the entire country is in a baby fever just bc of deku. everybody talk obsessively about it & even if you find that one person who does not care they def know someone who does. all this happen while deku just go about his day like all of Japan isnt watching his every move lol. the strangest thing about deku's pregnancy is that there's no sign of the other parent?? deku isnt even dating anyone. he never mention any alpha AT ALL, only declaring that he plans to raise his baby all by himself as a single parent which blew their fucking mind bc wtfffff.

look, deku is the most famous omega around, sitting high atop of the world as the no. 1 hero & is adore by the mass--he's greatest omega of his generation some would say so yea there's lot of expectation & hope place on him but deku is deku & he does what he wants. ppl speculate that maybe he's pregnant bc he had a one night stand and this was accident, maybe he has been in a secret relationship all this time, maybe this baby was from a spurned lover or WORST yet a produce of rape... LIKE there's so many rumor swirling around but the answer is actually v v v simple. deku has always wanted a child and since he's nearing 30 right now, he thought it's hightime he has one and the other father? JUST A DONOR. it's nothing serious or complicated as ppl imagine to be.

deku wants a kid and now he has one!! but ppl just can't comprehend how it could be that simple when the most notoble omega in all of japan decide he wants a kid W/O having a mate and he's going to raise this baby all by himself and nope he's not even going to quit his job at ALL to have a family. deku is just--blowing their mind lol

the world doesn't so much get over it as they just kinda get dragged along bc deku does not give a single fuck wut other think and proceed to be immersed in his pregnancy and try to survive the next 6 months while everyone waited on bated breath to see what deku does next. the only thing that stick is the constant rumor mill of who is the donor of deku's baby. they assume that deku wouldn't just pick a stranger bc he's sentimental like that so speculations run amok about every alpha that is closely associate with deku.

there are public polls, betting rings w/ billions on the line, televised debates, internet flame wars, and ACTUAL ARGUMENTS B/T FAMILY/FRIENDS/COWORKERS on who the fuck is deku's donor! even more than deku's baby, they're fucking obsessed on finding out who is the actual donor. the thing is it's not THAT big of a secret. all of class A are in the loop, his mom know (ofc), and even his agency but they all managed to keep it a secret bc deku's privacy is the utmost important & beside the other father would literally MURDER them if it ever get expose.

this is how it went: bullied by his pr team, deku went on a variety show where they have to babysit kids & put through various childbearing challenge while cameras record them for entertainment purpose. It's there when deku realized "ah, I WANT THIS. I WANT THIS V BADLY." deku is climbing close to his 30 now, he's well established presence in the hero world, and his life is pretty stable so it's high time he have his own little family but the thing is babies are two ppl business. they don't just come from thin air so deku did the next best thing.

katsuki would like to say he didn't see this coming the same way you would not expect to be attack by a shark on land, but in this case deku is that fucking shark & katsuki is the idiot that get completley blindsided by him when deku cornered him one day and asked for his sperm.

ok, bakudeku aint dating. they have deep & complicated history that is not only confusing o everybody else but also confusing to them. 'friend' would be to light of a word but anything else is left undefined bc how do you explain more than 2 decades of w/e they are to each other. katsuki doesn't want to talk about the amount of time he'd used image of deku to get off while in rut just so he can survive through it, while the next few days trying to resist punching deku in the face bc he act like a sacrificial idiot who got a cross he wants to bear.

it's not 100% healthy his therapist unhelpfully pointed out but the core of all his volatile feelings have always been named deku & katsuki doesn't know how to compartmentalize it properly bc katsuki may have squashed to something small & insignificant but it's heavy & permanent. so when deku laid his fucked up request at katsuki's feet, he broke the table they were using and nearly walked out if deku didn't catch him by the arm in time.

"kacchan, pls here me out first," deku begged of him, his sweet permeating the air; he's NOT PLAYING FAIR AT ALL. whoever said alphas are the dominate sex in the world have never met an omega, a determine goal focus omega with babies on the brain like deku.

"kacchan, recently i realized that im only getting older so i want a child when i still can," deku explained. "so won't you help me? i know settling down right now is the farthest thing from your mind, but im not asking you anything like that," he continued as katsuki quietly fumed in the background. "i just want your help in making this selfish wish of mine come true. you're among my top choices, kacchan."

Katsuki jerked up. "wait, you mean to say there's a fucking list of alphas you plan to extort their sperm from?" he seethed, feeling like deku had took a goddamn knife to his pride and butcher it completely. "how many other ppl have you asked before you even came to me?!"

"im not extorting anything from anyone." Deku frowned. "and, well, you always lectured me about diving head first w/o any backup plans," he pointed out, "so i made sure to leave several options open just in case the first one fell through. see? i did thought this one thru."

katsuki nearly broke another piece of furniture at the thought of deku asking someone else to father his child as though he was just another face in a long list of ppl deku could use. "What did every alpha on ur shitty list rejected u already so now have to come to me for help?"

deku, who was no.1 for a reason, narrowed his eyes and the air crackled around them. "kacchan, this is extremely important to me so i wouldnt just chose anyone. i only know a handful of alphas i can trust and someone im happy to share the other half of my child with. you're the 1st person that came to my mind when i thought about a child growing inside of me," he said, wrapping his arm around his flat tummy. "despite our many differences you're the one i admire the most. your strength & ambition, grounded by your strong drive & work ethics. the fact that you got where you are w/ your own hands & wits to guide you, i think you're just amazing. so how could i not want those kind of qualities for my own child," deku explained. "im sure a child born from half of your genes you will shine just brightly as you do."

katsuki felt so taken back that found his tongue heavy and words were escaping him. on one hand he felt a rush of pride and a strange sensation of happiness that deku had specifically chosen him out of his potential candidates bc of the greatness he had seem in katsuki but he'd also narrowed katsuki out not bc of some sentimental bullshit or lingering feelings but he thought of providing his future child with the best gene pool as possible so his child can flourish. it's a damn ego busting for katsuki but deku was clearly a man on a mission.

katsuki hesitated and thought what it would mean to have a child out there who carry a lil part of him in them; it's unnerving and humbling at the same time. he never thought of it himself but deku had dream of this, wanted this so badly enough to beg katsuki for help.

"alright," he said finally, not knowing exactly what compelled him to agree, but the look of utter happiness spreading across deku's face as he can barely contain his joy. a single word from him had caused deku's word to shift and rearranged itself to make room for another life.

and that's how katsuki got con into helping izuku make a baby lol. but, really katsuki was the one who agreed to it out of his own will bc he's an idiot & also terribly whipped; omegas are the ones ppl should be frighten of bc once they make up their mind it's hard to move them. they're an unstoppable force, something to be reckon w/ esp when that omega is the no.1 hero who fought his way to the top of the rankings and maintain that status quo for many years despite how many times katsuki tried to topple him from that perch LOL.

katsuki already lost the war before he'd even put a foot down on battlefront the moment deku'd opened his mouth & demanded his sperm AND HE KNEW IT TOO. so that was how katsuki found himself preparing to empty his balls in front of a two-way mirror in a mating clinic bc of deku. omegas, esp males, are the most fertile when they're in heat & when an alpha go in a rut, but the both of them have this arrangment that's more of a duty than any feelings involve bc they cant risk getting mix up in the hormones. this is for deku & his future child!!! so the clinic had prepared a large room w/ two way dividing mirrors& open air vents circulating b/t the two rooms so they can breathe in each other scene where deku can have his heat on one side and katsuki can watch BUT NOT TOUCH and get his rut on so he can produce sperm.

it's uh, not supposed to be v sexy since it's all clinical & shit but bakudeku being bakudeku they nearly tear the room apart to get to each other in heat/rut madnes. deku had blushed earlier as he asked to be bind with quirk restrictions cuff just in case he go crazy which HE DID. at first the nurses there was more worry about katsuki going crazy and out of control bc he has been known to fall pretty high on the alpha aggression and they fear it would be katsuki who would be dangerous; BUT NOPE it's deku all all along who almost broke the REINFORCED MIRROR just so he can get to katsuki!!!! DEKU WHO PPL SOMETIMES FORGET IS LIKE THE NO. 1 HERO FOR A REASON. soft and sweet deku who single handedly can fuck you up with just his fingers if he want to. he's an omega on a mission and he wants that knot up his ass AND HE WANTS IT NOW.

the nurses & docs have to use everything in their toolkit to pull bakudeku apart. when it's all said and done, katsuki embarrassingly produce buckets of cum enough to last deku a looooooong long time if the first one didn't take lol while deku couldn't look at katsuki in the eyes. they are both horridly embarrass about their 'not mating' and their action toward each other there even though they never actually touch each other through out the whole heat/rut procedure. despite the fact that they DIDN'T HAVE ANY SEX, it was still the hottest exp for both.

katsuki never seen more more feral and fierce omega who nearly broke the entire room just to get to him, in that moment if katsuki wasn't in love already he would have been half way there and izuku didn't expect KATSUKI AT ALL. the way he had handle izuku was completely diff. in izuku's heat fever, katsuki was the lone anchor who'd provided him grounding. he tried to calm deku down from his ramp up hormones even though he was as clearly affected as deku. forceful but not unforgiving, commanding not unyielding, firm but gentle.

it was electric.

it was as though izuku was a wild animal unleashed and katsuki managed to tamed him and he never had even had to raise a single finger to do it. it was all in his words that cut through izuku's hazy feverish wants and desires. the kind of alpha that made deku's knees weak.

after that, they have wordless mutual agreement to never talk about it. deku got the sperms he wanted and katsuki had finally fullfiedd his obligation and isn't responsible for deku or his future child. HE'S DONE. they dont have anything to do w/ each other anymore. RIGHT??? ha.

it's funny bc izuku had his hope on a child but didn't think it would take so soon! he'd thought he would fail a few times first before he get really lucky w/ conception bc of his age now that he's older, this 'psuedo mating' can't replace real mating, & biology is fucking weird. even the fertility doc couldn't promise this procedure to insert bkg's sperm in him when he's still got in a heat fever will work 100% and if they fail, they have to wait for another HEAT to come before it could work. which mean months of waiting in b/t so izuku is desperate. BUT it took one try. THAT'S ALL IT TOOK as izuku anxiously waited for the news in next couple of weeks. he took at home pregnacy tests and when hall 3 results were positive he'd cried and called his mom but even then he didn't tell anyone bc he was so scare it just was a fluke.

he'd kept this secret until he finally got the visit to his doc and could get the firm confirmation he needed! when the doc revealed that he was indeed pregnant, izuku fell to his knees in relief bc finally, FINALLY, his dream of having a baby had came true. he's a father now!!

the doc had warned that the first trimester would be rough on him bc of his age and miscarriage is more likely for him than most male omega. maybe he should consider taking an early pregnacy leave bc of the danger his job poses to him & the unborn baby. deku had agonized over it. ultimately, he decided to continue w/ his hero work but won't take on as much stuff as before. he plans to be more careful & attentive to his safety, and defer his more dangerous work to his colleagues instead. all his friends and coworkers go out of their way to help him w/ this

izuku got an entire community of heroes WHO DO THEIR BEST TO ENSURE HIS PREGNACY GO SMOOTHLY bc look izuku may be doing this alone but HE'S NOT ACTUALLY ALONE bc he got his friends, colleagues, and mom to support him through this bc they know how much this means to him!!

katsuki was one of the last to find out but only bc deku plan to see him in person to tell him bc katsuki HAD GIVEN HIM ONE OF THE BEST GIFTS (beside OFA) and he wanted to thank katsuki in person but class A are a bunch of gossip mongers so he found out through their groupchat. it started as a joke about katsuki & his super seed bc what a fucking stud bakugou katsuki to have ONE TRY and is able to knocked izuku up so quickly lmao. w/e the fuck katsuki is doing or eating, apparently it works wonder for him bc one of his sperm luck out & hit jackpot. his so called friends cant stop ribbing into him for knocking up deku so quickly bc they know from deku's worry that it wasn't going to be an easy conception but IT'S BAKUGOU KATSKUKI, outdoing himself once more bc he never does anything by half, not even his own sperm lol.

izuku met up with katsuki right outside his agency bc he knew wassup and how to corner katsuki effectively by trapping him when he just high off his patrol when he least expect an ambush esp when he was too busy avoiding izuku's attempts to reach him bc of COMPLICATED FEELS.

it's not cowardice that kept katsuki away, but izuku was the source of all his confusing feelings already & now w/ the news that he's carrying katsuki's child now it'd gotten worst. izuku, though, was nothing if not persistent. he zeroed in katsuki right away w/ purposeful steps.

"kacchan, i'm so glad to meet you here," izuku says as though he hadn't coordinate this w/ katsuki's coworkers, who are all SOFT for izuku anyway lmao, to get katsuki alone JUST LIKE THIS. katsuki knew he was caught bc every one his friends & colleagues are FUCKING TRAITORS.

"what," he snapped, clenching the hands at his side as he tried to keep his gaze from izuku's still very flat tummy. it's weird to think a life was quickly taking shape there when it's not like izuku looked any diff but he smiling more brightly & warmth coming from his person. was this what they call the pregnancy glow? bc deku was fucking blinding that katsuki wanted to shove his hand to deku's face to block it out.

"what you want," he demanded again even tho they both know why deku was here.

unperturbed, deku smiled. "im pregnant now so thank you. you'd helped fulfilled one of my biggest dreams & im ever so grateful for it!" he continued, rocking happily back & forth on his heels but the words barely registered katsuki kept staring at the way deku's body swing out & he opened his mouth before he could think better of it.

"should you be even moving liek that ?" he asked BC SINCE FINDING OUT IZUKU IS PREGNANT HE LOST HIS MIND. as soon as the words left his mouth he knew he was a dead man walking.

izuku leveled him a glare so fierce that he actually took a step back w/ chills running up his back. "kacchan i may be pregnant but im not an invalid," izuku said with the sharp edge of a smile and thinly veiled steel in his voice. the scariest part was that he hadn't drop a single smile but the ominous threas was there. "do you want me to show you how much of not invalid i am?"

katsuki scowled, face pinching at the thought whether this was just the usual deku's bs or this was deku's bs + the pregnancy hormones that get him so rile up. either way, katsuki no matter how much of an ass he was, he wasn't going to punch a pregnant omega to prove a point.

"fine, that was dumb sorry," he said, scratching the back of his ear in annoyance. "so was that all you wanted to say?"

deku's eyes crinkle in amusement as katsuki's scowl deepens. "yea, i just wanted you to hear the news from me personally and expressed my thanks."

"i'll take good care of them," he said softly, a stray hand caressing his stomach carefully. "I promise i'll be good to them so you dont have to worry."

katsuki paused and then, "I know," he said bc he does. deku was going to be a good parent w/o a doubt. That is a truth.

deku's eyes light up at katsuki's words and there was a hint of wetness in them that katsuki had the unnerving fear that he was going to cry right here and katsuki's entire agency going to charge out & murder him for making a pregnant omega, THE PREGNANT OMEGA DEKU cry in public.

"t-thank you," he sniffs, but THANKFULLY NO ACTUAL CRYING INVOLE, "it makes me so happy to hear that you in believe me. i won't fail you, i swear!" he said it like he was making a vow for world peace or some shit bc of how serious it had sounded but this was important to him.

"yea, okay," katsuki said, looking away bc got this entire conversation was agonizing bc here he was talking to the person, but not JUST ANY RANDOM PERSON, who is carrying a baby w/ half of katsuki's dna & they're not fucking each other. like,,, that's fucking weird okay.

"that's all i wanted to say," deku told him, fully aware how uncomfortable this talk was making him, "so I won't bother you anymore." he gave one last smile and turned to go but KATSUKI WHO SHOULD HAVE LET IT END THERE found himself opening his mouth and grabbing deku by the arm.

it was careful, a firm but gentle hand placed his forearm like deku was glass that stopped him for a moment. "if--if," katsuki said, swallowing around a stone in his throat, "you find yourself needing anything, call me ok? ANYTHING i dont care just call me and i'll be there."

a slow but the brightest fucking smile he had ever seen bloom on deku's flushed face. "ok, i'll let you know," he replied, bc this was KATSUKI PUTING HIMSELF OUT THERE AND WANTING TO GET INVOLVE IN IZUKU'S PREGNACY even tho deku had given him a clean break from it. HE CHOSE THIS.

katsuki doesn't know what he was thinking then but the words slipped passed his guard before he can stop it & now he fucking doomed himself, doom himself to 3am late night calls of deku crying in hysteric at his home bc he ran out of some rare hard to find fruit bc CRAVINGS. so now katsuki had to dragged himself all the way across town to hunt for this shit. the morning news of that day was hero ground zero harrassing shopkeeper in the FUCKING ASS'S OCLOCK FOR SOME FRUIT AND DEMANDING IT NOW FOR W/E REASON, WHILE LOOKING SO FURIOUS & UNHINGED.

look, it's not like deku doesn't have an entire network of ppl to reach out to if he ever needed anything bc they would even laid down their life for him but even when he's cursing a storm trying to get deku's his midnight craving, he's so relief it's him that deku called first. besides, he firmly knew wut he had signed up for the moment he had opened his mouth. offering is help in the pregnancy process was him choosing to get involve and commit to deku & his (god fucking damn shit, he can't think of it as *theirs* bc that's too dangerous) baby. and bc this is bakugou katsuki and he never does any by halves so even though he may have been reluctant at first but now that he's firmly on board he's going in full throttle w/ no break in sight. katsuki dumps all his $$ on pregnacy & prenatal care books.

he read papers, argued on pregnancy forum, & even harassed his parents on it just so he can come at this like a fucking boss bc while he has full faith in deku to put the safety of the fetus first but also HE DOESN'T FUCKING TRUST DEKU TO PUT HIMSELF FIRST which is just as import. deku has the self-preservation  of a damn child & he can't expect a *child* to take care of himself so KATSUKI OBVIOUSLY GOT TO DO IT FOR HIM. so he make diet plans, prepare prep meals for deku ahead of them, annoyed deku's coworkers to watch out for him lest he does something stupid. he make it his firm mission that this pregnancy will go smoothly as possible so even when he's running errands for deku, getting his weird ass food craving, and taking deku to visit his ob-gyn, sitting in the waiting room anxiously for any news in case SOMETHING GO WRONG.

He even drives himself crazy learning about the things a pregnant person can't do/is at risk of doing & he doesn't know how anyone can fucking take this for 10 months bc it's like walking on a precarious tight rope. it's scary & humbling and he just want deku & the baby to be ok.

there are still crimes and villains to wrangle, and the world keeps on spinning; nothing really change all that much now that deku's pregnant but katsuki finds himself personally accolating his precious time and energy toward deku & the baby. he became one of those *PEOPLE*, ugh. he never got it even when his friends had popped out spawns of their own. he wasn't going to get dragged down by biology & all that general bullshit about settling down. he's at the top of his game & prize to take over deku's position as no.1. he got no time for playing family.

yet here he is standing in the middle of a fucking baby store, staring down a damn baby crib and having a melt down. who the fuck knew that baby cribs come in so many fucking versions and THERE ARE JUST TOO MANY OF THEM. he thought he had come prepare but no this was toughs shit. he only saw this store in passing while on a patrol & thought he should drop by but the next thing he knew he got trapped here for three fucking hours just looking at baby cribs. he already got several people walking passed him, eyeing him weirdly as he internally freak out.

there are ridiculous amount of info floating on the internet about crib buying guide like the bars could only be certain inches apart, non-toxic paints, diff kind of mattress, safe headboards, etc etc. all of that to ensure the baby doesn't fucking DIE bc babies are like FRAGILE.

he calls deku & as soon as he picks up, the first thing katsuki says is, "last year, there were 1,842 babies death due to sudden infant death syndrome."

a long pointed pause, and then, "oh geez," deku answers, "where are you? I'll be right there, okay? don't go anywhere!"

[outerspaceisbetterthannothing]

My Ultimate Reading List

So, I’ve been thinking about making this for a long time. I’m exactly that reader, who likes rereading favourite stuff. But even though I reblog things I would like to come back to, tumblr is still a lil shit with searching through my tags, esp with 18+ content.

This list was made purely for me, but if it helps you to find a fic or a writer you’d love, I’d be only happy. I tried to make navigation easy. For blurbs links go to my reblogs, for oneshots and full lengths links go to the original posts. I try to check links from time to time, but if you see that some of them don’t work, please, hmu.

* stands for the implied smut

*** stands for the pure smut

This list is far from finished, that’s just the first things that came to mind and/or were reblogged. Still have a ton to add. So will update it every now and then.

NOTE, pls: There’s no Michael content here! And that’s not because I don’t like him or don’t appreciate him enough. I guess, it’s quite the opposite tbh. There’s no Michael content here because I appreciate him too much. I love this cute little kitten, he’s the most precious soul and, most of the time I think, there would be no 5sos without Michael Gordon Clifford. I just don’t have any fantasies or images of him in me, don’t see him in any way romantically. That’s why I don’t read (or write for that matter) about him as main character. I understand, that I miss a whole lotta great authors and fics because of that. Maybe it’ll change in the future. But for now, it is what it is.

Also HUGE SHOUT OUT TO THE PEOPLE WHOSE WRITING IS ON THE LIST - THANK YOU FOR THIS! THESE FICS AND BLURBS BELOW HAVE REALLY GIVEN ME ALL TYPES OF FEELS, INSPIRATION, MOTIVATION AND CONTENT. I’M FOREVER GRATEFUL FOR THESE WONDERFUL GIFTS YOU GAVE TO ALL OF US.

THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, WONDERFUL PEOPLE! ALL MY LOVE FOR YOU!

Oneshots

Ashton

Heartbeat by @gigglyirwin  [Classic fluff and one of my all time faves]

Our Shining Star [Dad!Ashton] by @myloverboyash [Special thank you to @lashtoncurls for the tracking down the runaway author lol]

At the End of Night by @bringmethehorizonandpizza

Surprising Turn of Events* by @bringmethehorizonandpizza

Blindfold*** by @cal-puddies​ [Cashton smut which is too hot for this world]

Finding Joy by @bringmethehorizonandpizza [You, Ashton and adopting a cat drama, love love love]

Ain’t nobody got a drummer like mine*** by @myloverboyash [Drumming and banging 👀 at the drum kit]

I Can Love You In The Shower*** by @myloverboyash [Cute giggly shower sex with a little bit of trauma]

Calum

Redamancy by @cakesunflower [Heart wrecking fluff]

Birthday Getaway by @etherealhood [Cuteness and romance overload]

Valentine’s Day*** by @letsfuckndance

Lucky Shot In Paradise*** by @cakesunflower [Bartender!Cal]

Heartbeat by @uncrownedqueeen [Dad!Cal]

All These Years by @felicitycal

Blindfold*** by @cal-puddies [Cashton smut which is too hot for this world]

No chemistry*** by @novacxlum [Heartbreakingly great college enemies to lovers]

Where were you in the morning?* by @ snapbackcake [If this ultimately truthful but sad af one won’t make you cry, consider asking for help, because it’s too sad but also beautiful as hell]

Let me good to you*** by @snapbackcake​ [The description says it’s 6.8k words of absolute filth, and I have nothing else to add besides of what a great filth it is, so, 18+ kids]

Road Trip: Cake*** by @softforcal​ [Er, Cake threesome, idek what to say here]

The Little Spoon by @gigglyirwin [Classic fluff]

Luke

Boyfriend’s little brother*** by @lukehemmingssmut  [There was also a second part promised, sooooo ^.^]

Fuck me like you hate me*** by @myloverboyash

Full lengths and Serieses

Ashton

Hate sex Series*** by @irwinofficial Tell Me How Much You Hate Me, Our Kinky Secret, Good Enough, No Longer A Secret  [one of the best Ash smuts ever 👀]

Calum

Sugar Coated Pain by @cakesunflower [Boxer!Cal] [That’s what I lost my 5sos-fanfiction-virginity to, so, hey, Summer, thanks for the experience lmao]

Cigarette series*** by @cal-puddies [Best friend!Calum and a lot of hot smut 👀] Cigarette, Corona, Rolling Papers, Black on Black, Stuck [which was later replaced by the next part, but I’ll put it as long as it exists on the original list of parts, but don’t get confused], Navy Button Down, A Hotter Touch, Pancakes, The Second Thing, Ours, Losing You, Little toes, Holy Water, Date Night, Me, You and Little Hood, Five Years Later

Best Friend Pact Series by @calumh-excess [I’ve been crying like a baby over it] Best Friends, To Lovers, And Now Parents, But Never Forgot They Are Human

Wherever you are by @mysticalhood [Long distance with Cal and tons of tears with me]

Dates series by @calpops [this is so cute i higkey don’t want it to end like ever] First date, Second date, Second date pt2

Blurbs

All 4

First responders!5sos series by @calumsendgame and @heartbreak-5sos  

Character template

Police officer!Ashton First meeting, Meeting under cover, Late night at her apartment part1, part2***, Kitten’s Kitty, Ash being overprotective

Firefighter!Calum Coming home after shift*

Paramedic!Luke Coming home late, Exam preparation

Dad!5sos series by @calumsendgame 

Dad!Calum Working at home, Baby boy Hood can’t leave Duke

Ashton

Cashton besties by @myloverboyash [I’m still crying over this]

Farmer!Ashton series by @calumsendgame HeadCanon, Losing the baby, Levi’s at the hospital, Willow’s teenage depression

Pregnant with a werewolf!Ash by @flannelpunkcalum

Valentine’s Day sex*** by @softforcal

Cashton threesome*** by @paqueretteash

Overstimulation*** by @paqueretteash

Telling Ash you’re pregnant by @paqueretteash

Dealing with a teenage daughter by @i-calumhood

Accidental injury by @i-calumhood

Friend to lovers by @myloverboyash

Pregnancy cravings by @i-calumhood

Ashton and Joy by @bringmethehorizonandpizza [second part to Finding Joy]

Cuddle buddies by @i-calumhood

Best friend!Ash staying over under any possible excuse by @i-calumhood

Ash leaves you his clothes before going on tour by @asht0ns-world

Being pregnant with twins by @i-calumhood

You leaving surprises in Ashton’s baggage by @i-calumhood

Ash being nervous about kissing you by @angelbabylu

Calum

Riding Cal for the first time*** by @i-calumhood

Cal eating you out by @flannelpunkcalum

Your picture on Cal’s home screen* by @softforcal

Giving Cal head while he’s on the phone by @softforcal

Shower sex*** by @i-calumhood

Cashton threesome*** by @paqueretteash

Calum realising he’s in love by @permntvacaticn

Fighting with Cal by @cakesunflower

Calum comforting you by @honeycombcal

Surgeon!Cal blurb, second one and third from me by @cakesunflower [One more million thank you’s for letting me write for it!]

Stealing his clothes by @sweetcherrylu

Dad!Cal teaching his son to play bass by @paqueretteash

Cheek kisses by @i-calumhood

Kids cuteness by @i-calumhood

Small kisses by @calumh-excess

Sickness and sex*** by @heartbreak-5sos

Hammock cuddles by @heartbreak-5sos

Wide awake at 1 am by @reallycalum

Hot morning by @i-calumhood

Angry sex*** by @i-calumhood

5am by @saintlaurentcalum

Morning by @cakesunflower

Moving in by @i-calumhood

Duke being protective over your bump by @ singt0mecalum

Duke being a cockblock by @i-calumhood

Dad!Cal with your little girl at Disneyland by @c-sainthood

Dad!Cal with shy lil girl by @c-sainthood

Luke making Cal awkwardly confess by @etherealhood

Cal fucking you till you tear up by @flannelpunkcalum

Taking care of Cal when he’s stressed by @i-calumhood

Unrealistic scenarios by @i-calumhood

Hate fuck at college*** by @i-calumhood

Brownies and board games by @rip-lukes-balsamic

Calum confesses he wants an eternity with you by @i-calumhood

Lounging on the couch with Cal and Duke by @calpops

Brining your newborn baby girl home by @sublimehood

Dad!Cal reads to your baby by @c-sainthood

Fuck besties with Cal*** by @flannelpunkcalum

Calum leaving for tour and you’re a mess by @myloverboyash

Dad!Cal, kids and pancakes for mommy by @i-calumhood

Quickie before leaving for the party*** by @sublimehood

You’re drunk and Cal takes care of you while you confess your undying love to him by @i-calumhood

Coming home to Cal and baby sleeping by @c-sainthood

Car sex*** by @i-calumhood

Cal calling you ‘my girl’ by @calvmofficial

Cal taking you backstage from a crowd to fuck*** by @sublimehood

Duke protective over baby hood by @singt0mecalum

Baby hood playing with Duke by @singt0mecalum

Cock warming with Cal*** by @calpops

Clingy Cal by @i-calumhood

Sex with dad!Cal while kids are sleeping*** by @flannelpunkcalum

Jealous fwb Cal and hot bathroom*** by @honeyedhood

Calum wakes you up to go stargaze by @myloverboyash

Fake kisses at the coffee shop by @rip-lukes-balsamic

Talking about marriage and kids by @calpops

Saying the L-word* by @softforcal

Coming home to a sleeping y/n by @rakkaroses

Cuddly Cal by @rakkaroses

Running away from an event to eat french fries by @i-calumhood

Waking up to an empty bedside by @reallycalum and her anonymous

Waking up to a shirtless Cal by @i-calumhood

Luke

Calling Luke Buttercup by @i-calumhood

Fake dating by @c-sainthood

Breastfeeding by @i-calumhood

Riding Luke in a bus bunk by @hereforlukescruff

Blowing Luke while he’s in a suit*** by @hereforlukescruff

Post-divorce dad!Lu fluff by @calumh-excess

[purple-possibilities]

Sibi oneechan I'm so sad )))': i had a dream I was married to Kakashi last night but he was mean, abusive, controlling and manipulative. And in my dream all my friends and family turned against me and were hurting me too. Tbh I woke up kind of scared of him and of relationships in general. I know you're busy but I could use something positive, esp about Kakashi ))): sorry

I’m so sorry that youhad such an alarming dream!  And for it tofeature being married to Kakashi to boot… that’s like pouring salt in thewound.  You got gypped!

So, to fix that, letme tell you what being married to Kakashi is actually like.  We can wipe the slate, so to speak, and giveyou something good to (day)dream about. I hope this cheers you up (it’s over 5.3k so buckle up, kiddo)

To start, let’s talk about Kakashi and marriage ingeneral.  Kakashi is definitely the typeof guy who never thought he was going to get married.  When he was a kid he didn’t care about datingor romance at all.  Girls were dumb.  Boys were dumb.  Kids were dumb.  Everyone but Kakashi (and his papa) weredumb.   So he didn’t think about it.

Then he got his team (which reinforced the idea thateveryone was dumb, but Minato got added to the exception list) which was just abad experience for Kakashi.  His fatherkilled himself soon after, and then one by one his teammates died/were killed,all in very traumatic fashions.  Whichled to Kakashi isolating himself even more. Any thoughts Kakashi might have had about getting married (with Minatoand Kushina being married and her being pregnant, I feel like he might havegiven it a very brief, passing thought before dismissing it as trivial,especially if the adults around him we’re being adults and saying things like “that’s going to be you one day,” or “I can’t wait to see you when you fall inlove,” and other annoying things people older than you often say about thishypothetical ‘one day’ you) are completely gone at this point.

Then Kakashi goes through his ANBU phase, he gets Team 7, andthere’s just no time to think about dating or settling down.  Kakashi is still very reclusive before Team7, and it takes a bit after he does get his students for him to open up atall.  So Kakashi definitely isn’t lookingor thinking about love.  I can’t imagineKakashi dating at all in this period of time, not casually at least.  It would have to be in a very specificcircumstance.  Like, someone he alreadytrusts who has been in his life for a while, and then some situational things,and some movie magic.

To make things worse, whatever healing that happened afterbecoming a sensei was washed away with the whole Sasuke defection drama Ialmost wrote defecation, that would have been an entirely differentseries.  Kakashi has his feelings offailure compounded, his guilt is magnified, he feels like an even biggerfailure, and the rest of his students are gone, too.  So he regresses a bit.  That means there’s still not time to think about dating,except for maybe depressing thoughts when he sees people together, like“they’re so happy, no one would want to be with me like that, I’d just ruintheir life anyways.”

I do think that Kakashi begins to crave that sort ofintimacy after a while.  He might be abit envious of Asuma and Kurenai’s relationship, not because he’s in love witheither Asuma or Kurenai, but because they have each other, and Kakashi feelslike he has no one.  But again, his lifeis in shambles and Kakashi is not about to bring someone else into it, so nodating.  (I can also see him trying toconvince himself that he doesn’t want it either.  Like ‘oh, I don’t need that, it’s not for me’etc, but his love for Icha Icha tells me otherwise—boy wants connections, he’sjust too scared and stunted to make them of his own volition).

When the Fourth War is over, this is when Kakashi has timeto heal.  His precious people survived(the people he loooooves, it’s so nice to think that Kakashi has people heloves, he deserves it—we all do), and he has some sort of closure with his Obitoguilt.  He’ll have to work out his guiltfor “causing” the Fourth War in the first place (not that I think it’s hisfault, but Kakashi probably does), but he’s in a good place.  Konoha is in a good place, the ShinobiNations as a whole are in a good place, it’s just a good time for healing.  

I can see Kakashi entertaining the idea of dating at thispoint in his life, maybe after a few years. He might see his students and the other sensei’s kids starting to pairoff and date, and maybe Kakashi begins to think about settling downhimself.  Although, he’s gonna have tocatch feelings first before he makes a move.

It probably takes Kakashi a while to even realise that hehas a crush (“What is the strange feeling in my chest whenever they walkby?  Maybe I’m hungry.  When was the last time I ate?”) because Idon’t think he’s ever had one before. He’ll probably think of it as admiration at first, since he’ll confuseit with the way he felt for Minato and his dad somewhat (platonically people,jeeze).  Like, he wants to be around thisperson, he wants to impress them, he likes it when they pay attention to him,he gets nervous when they’re around, he somehow manages to make a fool ofhimself every time he hears their name, etc.  

Once he connects the dots, however (and it was 100% IchaIcha that clued him off, thanks Jiraiya, RIP), Kakashi has like, amini-breakdown.  He still doesn’t thinkthat he’s worthy, he still thinks no one would want to be with him, he stillthinks that he’s no good.  Gai probably findsout and has to convince Kakashi to take a chance.  It likely involves making it a Challenge™ ofsome sort.

Kakashi does what he always does; he strategizes.  Kakashi is a man of strategy, so he’s goingto make a plan on how to woo you.

Unfortunately for Kakashi, his experience with romance anddating at all is zilch.  Twice asunfortunately, with Asuma gone (RIP Asuma you went too soon), he only has Icha Icha as a guide.  Kakashi might also nab a book he has seen Saiwalking around with (Romance and Relationships: A Beginner’s Guide to Dating.  I do not recommend it).

So Kakashi makes his plan. It’s very well thought out, has multiple phases, and contingencies, andsoooo many layers you don’t even know.  Despitehow convoluted it is, it can be separated into two fairly simple phases—it’show he executes each phases where things get messy.  I’ll briefly explain it.

Phase 1 is figure out if you like him.  This involves like, Elle Woods-esque (fromLegally Blonde) tips and tricks.  Like,bending over in front of you and seeing if you stare at his ass.  He probably starts talking to you more,trying to be super casual.  He suddenlybumps into you all the time.  Whereveryou go, Kakashi is somehow there too.  Ifyou try and talk to him though, he gets all aloof and distant, because hedoesn’t want you to know that he likes you yet. It’s very confusing.  He justcomes across as Odd.

Eventually he clues in that you like him (although someoneelse probably figures it out and tells him). So he moves on to Phase 2: Ask You Out.

Kakashi asking people out is always hilarious whenever Iimagine it.  I can see it happening intwo (equally hilarious) ways.  Although the first is the most likely, I have to add the second.  You’ll see why soon lol.

In the first, he is so laid back and aloof that he probablystrikes out multiple times because you just don’t understand that he’s askingyou something at all, let alone asking you one a date.  Like, I’m pretty sure the first few attempts,you think he’s talking to someone else and just walk on by like nothinghappened.  Like, he’ll say vague thingssuch as, “It’s a nice day for a walk,” or “Yakiniku Q has the best BBQ” or “I’llbe at Ichiraku later.”  And you’re justlike “???” or “That’s nice,” or just keep on walking because you didn’t evennotice he was there.  Boy is too stealthy sometimes; it’s really notworking out for him.

So he realises that he needs to be more direct.  Kakashi, however, gets stuck in the ‘oh Ithought you were asking as a friend’ type thing.  He might think you two are on a date, untilyou ask something like ‘where’s everyone else?’ and then he realises that hewas not direct enough.  He was probablysuper late, too.  You may have even left,thinking you were in the wrong spot (or you were just tired of waiting, let’sbe honest).  

So he’ll ask again, this time saying that he’s picking youup from your house, since that’s a date-thing to do, and also that way youdon’t leave when he’s late.  Because heis still late, although it’s because he’s nervous and trying to figure out howto not mess things up, not so much that he didn’t want to come.

The second way I can see him asking someone out is by farthe more hilarious.  Rae and I havetalked about this before with one of her KakaHana one-shots and it’s like, themost Kakashi thing ever.  He getsflowers, and writes a poem about his feelings for you (it’s a very cheesy poembut it’s super sweet). He knocks on your door and when you answer, gets on oneknee outside of your house. He’s sweating and shaking and he tries to recitethe poem but he’s stuttering through it, redder even than that one time theyasked him to read Icha Icha out loud, if that’s even possible.  It is a huge, cheesy, romantic gesture,probably straight out of Icha Icha.  It’severy romance novel cliché, it’s painful to watch (let alone being Kakashi) sotake pity on him, accept the flowers, pry the poem out of his shaking hands,and say “yes,” already.  

Invite him in for tea. Do not tell him how sweet he is, unless you want him to faint.  If anyone other than you witnessed him askingyou out, he would probably die of embarrassment.  Never bring it up again.  I think the only way he’d do this, though, isif he already had strong feelings for you. Like they were closer to love than just a crush, and you were friends for a while.  He thinks the grand romantic gesture is what he needs in order to show you that he wants to switch your relationship from friendship to romance.

For Kakashi to ask anyone out at all, I do think it’sbecause he’s hoping it will lead to something more, eventually.  He’s not a casual dater.  That’s not to say that he’s trying to settledown quickly, or that he’s just going to stay with the first person he asks outno matter what, but he is definitely looking for something serious.

Even then, it takes Kakashi a while to propose.  No matter how quickly he falls for you, he’sstill got his issues and his insecurities. He feels somehow like he’s cheated you, tricked you into being with him,or somehow stolen you.  He definitelydoes not think that he is worthy, and no matter how much you love him, thiswill be hard to change.  It’s somethinghe needs to get over himself.  Anytimeyou tell him you love him, he feels an overwhelming warmth in his chest, aswell as shame, and fear, and guilt, and a whole host of other things.  I don’t know that Kakashi will ever be ableto get over it.

I think the best thing you could do to reassure Kakashi isto show him that you’re happy.  He willdefinitely be trying very hard to make you happy, to make up for his ownfeelings of inadequacy.  This, out ofeverything, makes him feel better.  He stillcan’t imagine why you would like him, let alone love him, but as long as you’rehappy, he feels like he’s doing something right.  He feels like it’s okay for him to be withyou, because you are content, and that’s really what he wants for you.

After a few years of being happy together (and you’veprobably moved in together at this point), Kakashi will start to believe that it’sokay for him to have you.  He had wantedyou and loved you and tried his best to deserve you. Maybe he still feels likehe doesn’t deserve you and all the happiness you bring him, but he can tellthat you’re not going anywhere; he “let you” get too attached, and—if you’vehinted to it at all—he’ll be thinking about marriage.  

He’s probably wanted to marry you for a while now, but hedidn’t want to trap you in anything.  Butyou haven’t gone anywhere, and aren’t planning on going anywhere, so Kakashi wantsto do right by you (that’s what he says to himself, because he is a selflessman.  But deep down, he desperately wants to tie youto him, he wants to casually call you his spouse, he wants to call you his—he’salready yours, all of him is yours, he is devoted and loyal and completely atyour whim, though he doesn’t have the words to say it.  He thinks this might just show you howprecious you are to him).

So Kakashi proposes. He also has a very convoluted, intricate plan for this.  I’m not going to outline a proposal, becauseI really think that the ideal proposal is different from person to person.  Kakashi would know you so well at this point(maybe a little too well, he’s observant and a master at looking underneath theunderneath) and so he’d craft it to be exactly what you’d like.  Whether it’s casually going for dinner andthen a walk, where he takes you somewhere private and gets on one knee (hestutters and blushes through telling you how much you mean to him) or somethingcompletely cheesy and romantic (he also stutters and blushes through the wholething) or whatever.  Kakashi will go outof his comfort zone for you, because at the end of the day he really just wantsto make you happy (which can be dangerous for him, because he doesn’t thinkabout his own happiness—really, he’s just happy if you are.  So try and do things to make him happy too,no one-sided relationships here).

It takes him like a month to plan and organize things to hisstandards (if he’s Hokage now, it’ll take him even longer).  I can’t decide if he actually manages tocarry out the plan, if he gets too nervous and fudges it up on the day, or ifhe just cracks and randomly asks you out of the blue because he just loves youso much and he can’t wait, or the nerves got the best of him and he can’t take it anymore.  If it’s thelatter he’ll try to back-peddle and recover but honestly just kiss him (even ifit’s over the mask) and say ‘yes,’ to put the poor man out of his misery.

So you’re engaged (wasn’t this supposed to be about marriagewhere did I go wrong?) and Kakashi is temporarily relieved.  The wedding, however, makes him soooonervous.  Not because he has any doubtabout marrying you, but if you want a big ceremony (not happening if he’s not Hokage, btw, because Jounin Kakashi doesn’t have command over ANBU and can’t get you any bodyguards), or even one in front ofjust your close family and friends, he’s sooo worried about it.  He wants everything to be perfect for you, hedoesn’t know what that means but Icha Icha said that weddings were the happiestday of the couple’s life and Kakashi feels like if he fails at this, then he’sgoing to ruin your relationship for all time. Yes, he totally is overreacting. I hc that Kakashi can’t really deal with emotions well, and this is agood example of that.

Kakashi will go along with whatever you want.  But this is where you really need to step inand think about what he wants, too, because he will not.  So don’t plan anything that will make himuncomfortable.  Although, if he’s Hokagehe’s probably going to have to have a huge wedding, with the village involvedand everything.  Hooooboy.  This… this is a lot to take in.

Absolutely do not suggest that he not wear his mask.  He honestly might take it off for you, as ashow of dedication and his love, but he will feel so out of place (and plusthen all people will talk about when referencing your marriage is his face andthat will just make him more uncomfortable). So, mask on (sorry Future).  

While Kakashi is great at planning things in the tacticalsense, this skill does not apply to wedding planning.  He’ll make time to go with you places, liketo look at venues, or to taste food and stuff, but things like colours andflowers and whatever, he doesn’t care. So that’s going to fall to you. Sorry.  Get your friends to help.

Engaged life is probably pretty similar to dating life withKakashi, considering you’ve already moved in with him and see each other everyday.  

The length of time you’re engagedis determined by how complex your wedding ceremony is.  Kakashi is ready to go elope the second heproposes (ok so he was ready before he proposed but he has to ask you first, hecan’t just swoop in and take you to an officiant, he has some tact).  You’re probablystressed because so much of the planning falls on your shoulders, but Kakashigives really nice massages and he’ll totally make it up to you in other ways,wink wink.

On the day you get married, Kakashi is super worried thatsomething is going to go wrong.  Hethinks you’re going to change your mind and leave him at the altar.  He is probably a sweating mess.  He acts really indifferent on the outsidethough, or tries his best.  No one willever realise just how nervous he actually was, although those close to him cantell that he’s not as unaffected as he usually looks.

The moment he sees you, however, his heart stops.  You look stunning, no matter what you’rewearing.  He is simply in awe.  It’s finally happening.  You’re here. You haven’t changed your mind.

I’m going to skip the ceremony and reception stuff, becausehonestly you planned it, not me, so you go ahead and take a minute to imageyour wedding.   I will say, however, thatonce the ceremony is over, Kakashi is soooo relieved.  Everything worked out, no one tried to opposeyour ceremony (he’s read too much Icha Icha ok he was half convinced some pastlover of yours was going to crash the wedding and take you away from him).

Kakashi is more relaxed during the reception (if you have one) andhe’s never far from your side.  Hedoesn’t like the attention on him, but he likes that you’re his spouse now, andhe doesn’t want to let you out of his sight. He probably plans to whisk you away somewhere asap, though, leaving shadowclones as decoys (unless you really want to stay.  Then he’ll stay.  But take pity on the man at the very leastand keep the attention on you and not him. Although honestly he’d probably manage to make your guests uncomfortablesomehow).  

Gai definitely makes at least one Youthful speech at somepoint.  The more he drinks the morespeeches he makes, to be completely honest. There are lots of tears and YOUTH and you should probably leave before hecovers you and Kakashi with snot from all the happy tears he’s crying.  Direct him towards Lee; they’ll hug it out.

Kakashi’s favourite part of the reception is getting to slowdance with you.  Even though everyone iswatching, he enjoys having you so close. He’s been stressed out all day and having you in his arms, inhaling yourscent, hearing you whisper that you love him, it just helps him decompress.  Honestly, you should really cuddle him a bitbefore the reception, in private.  Showup late.  It’s cool, no one expects youto be on time anyways.

THE WEDDING NIGHT.

…do I really have to go here?  

*le sigh*

All I’m going to say is, wear some nice lingerie underneathyour outfit.  If you’re brave enough (orhave no filter, like myself) whisper all the things you’re going to do tohim/want him to do to you.  He’ll go sored, but it’ll turn him on sooo much. Just go for it.  Even if you’reblushing yourself, it’s totally worth it. Be brave, lil birdy, I believe in you.

You’re both probably tired from the day you had, so maybeyou just help each other undress and then fall into bed together (poor, unusedlingerie.  Kakashi will ask you to wearit tomorrow night).  Kakashi can’t sleepthough, he’s had too stressful of a day. Instead he holds you closer and thinks about how lucky he is… and thenreads Icha Icha.  Come on, the man isn’tfrom a romance novel he’s not going to stare at you adoringly all night.  He will probably turn his head into yourhair, occasionally nuzzling or pressing soft kisses wherever he can reach.

If you wake up and want to have some fun, he’s definitelynot going to turn you down, either.  Hehonestly might need the release just to loosen up and actually fall asleep.  Get Kakashi off.  Just do it. It’ll be fun I promise.

So you’re married now. This was my point. I’m finally at the point.  Wait, honeymoon.  Ok ok real quick.  No, fuck it. You make this part up.  I’m sureit’s lovely.  Kakashi goes where youwant.  Do something romantic for him (hewill blush so hard if you romance him it’s so worth it he’s adorable just doit).  Hopefully he has some time off fromhis Hokage duties.  Spend lots of timealone, just the two of you.  That’swhat’s important—being together.

Ok so now I’m atmy point.  Married life.

Kakashi is so much more relaxed now that you’remarried.  He’s not worried about youleaving him, because while you might divorcehim, he’s confident that you wouldn’t have married him if you were planning onbeing with anyone else.  Your marriage issomething concrete; it’s tangible in a way, in that it’s on paper and everyoneknows about it.  While he probablyworries about it being such public knowledge, if he’s Hokage he can’t avoidit.  And if not, well, he would haverequired a more private wedding, limited to just your family and close friendsthat you both would trust with your lives. Kakashi does not compromise on your safety.  You’re going to just have to deal with it.

He loves waking up next to you.  If he wakes up first, he’ll turn into you andhold you closer, letting himself drift on the edges of sleep.  Or he’ll grab Icha Icha from his nightstandand read a bit.  He’s perfectly contentjust lying in bed for a while.  If hereally has to leave, he’ll do his best not to wake you when he gets up (itprobably involves a replacement jutsu with a body pillow).  Then he’ll use all his ninja skills to getready and go.  He might cook you somebreakfast, and leave it in the stove to stay warm.  You’ll probably find a silly note signed witha henohenomoheji on your hairbrush or something—whatever you go for first whenyou wake up.

If you wake up first, your movement will wake him up.  Always. He’ll pull you closer and whisper “just five more minutes,” and how canyou say no to sleepy Kakashi?  You can’t,only a monster would have that power.  Sosettle back down, cuddle a bit, and maybe start kissing a little, and let yourhands wander, and if one thing leads to the next, well… I’m sure you’ll have anice morning.  You’re going to be latethough.  I hope you didn’t have anywhereimportant to be.

Although Kakashi seems like the type of guy who wouldn’t putstock in important dates, I think he himself really likes celebrating youranniversary.  It’s a celebration thatyou’re together, that you love him, that he makes you happy… it’s just good forhim.  That doesn’t necessarily mean hemakes a big deal out of it, but he definitely remembers.  He’ll get you something meaningful, that he’sput too much thought into but he’ll pass off as “oh, I just picked somethingup.”  

Kakashi will want to do something special but also lowkey.  Maybe he’ll pull out the sake or the wine (ifyou don’t usually drink it) or maybe he’ll go for champagne (if you likeit).  He will have mysteriously just “found it” somewhere.  A nice old ladygave it to him as a thank you for carrying her groceries.  He caught some kids in an alleyway andhe—being responsible—had to confiscate it. He had to help a cat out of a tree and he found it in a bird’s nest(they use stranger and stranger things to build their nests.  Why, only the other day he found a perfectlywrapped and beautifully arranged bouquet of flowers in one.  What odd birds.  That’s definitely it).

If you’re staying in, he offers to cook.  Insist on doing it together.  Even if you’re not a great cook, just chopwhat needs chopping, or hand him things. Crowd him in the kitchen.  Helikes how casually your skin brushes against his.  How you slip by him, how your hands brush… hejust likes that casual intimacy that means you’re close to someone.  That sort of calm, domestic stuff gets to him.  It makes him feel like he’s alive instead ofjust existing.  Even just hugging himfrom behind while he works over the stove—clinging tight enough to hold on butnot so tight that he can’t move around—is enjoyable to him.  Bury your nose in his back or his neck or hisshoulder or whatever idk how tall you are but just nuzzle the boy he’ll enjoyit.

Idk how close you are with your family, but if they’re agood bunch, I think he’d like family get-togethers, while simultaneously hatingthem.  Since he lost his family, I thinkit’s a sort of novelty to him; like, he thinks it’s nice that you have peoplewho love you, he thinks it’s interesting to watch how you all interact,etc.  But he’s super anti-social, andthese things make him sooo uncomfortable (especially if you have one of those well-meaningbut nosey and pushy families).  He’ll tryto hide in corners, and people will be like ‘Where’d Kakashi go?’ and he’slike, disguised himself with a genjutsu or something so no one can see him.  He won’t leave without telling you, but hewill probably leave early.  Whether you leavewith him or not is your choice, he doesn’t mind if you want to stay, he justcan’t be there for too long.

Don’t host people at your place though.  Unless it’s like a once a year thing becauseyou have to.  Even then, Kakashi isleaving early.  He’ll help you clean uponce everyone is gone, though, and help you prepare before everyone getsthere.  He’ll have a better time if peoplehe’s close to are there, so he doesn’t have to make small talk with people he’snot comfortable with.  He still leavesearly.  There’s no stopping him.  Don’t try to. Don’t get mad.  It’s just how itis.

Kakashi probably really likes calling you wife/spouse/husbandin private.  He’ll use it instead of yourname.  Call him ‘husband’ or ‘anata’ andyou’ll get his heart jumping.  Tell himhe’s yours and watch him blush.

If he’s Hokage, he’ll probably be busy (even if he playshookie often).  Surprise him for lunchand you’ll make his day.  Honestly, he’dstay in the office if he knew you were stopping by, so do Shizune a favour andmake your way over so she doesn’t have to chase him around.  He might leave after you go, however.  There’s no helping it.

Although I do think he’d be a very hard working Hokage,honestly.  He might not be happy aboutthe position, as it was never his dream, but Kakashi cares for the village socompletely and with such an intensity that I can’t see him avoiding it whenthere are things that need to be done. He tries his best.  Make sure hecomes home at a reasonable time.

I actually wholeheartedly disagree with the idea thatKakashi is lazy.  I think he does areally good job of appearinglazy.  He doesn’t want people in hisbusiness, he doesn’t share much about himself, and he has no desire to go outof his way to prove his merits to anyone (he’s not a man who wants his meritsto be acknowledged at all, let along prove them).  Kakashi is humble and shy so shy omg.  He’s not a slacker, though—he would not bethe ninja he is if he were lazy.

So he’s not going to leave things for you to do, he’s notgoing to just sit around and watch while you clean up after him, or neglectyou, or whatever.  Kakashi puts effortinto everything that’s important to him (and no, training Team 7 wasn’timportant to him when he first got them, but he did put in that effort whentraining Sasuke, because it was important to train him at the time—baddecisions aside.  That’s a different canof worms, however).

Kakashi has definitely been touch-starved.  When you start dating, he might find itawkward or uncomfortable when you touch him intimately.  And I don’t mean sex, I mean gentletouches.  Holding hands, leaning yourhead on his shoulder, etc.  Respect hisboundaries and don’t push him.  By thetime you’re married, he’ll be reaching for you without thought.  He’ll never be big on PDA though, so don’texpect him to be the guy pulling you into his lap in public.  He will do that in private, though.  Like a Venus flytrap lol.  Get too close and suddenly you’re in hisgrasp.  It’s cute.  Cuddle for a bit, even if you have things todo.  They can wait.

I should have said this earlier, but you’re definitely goingto be late for things, from now on—like, shortly after you move in together.  I can’t see you being on time.  Ever. Sorry.  Whether you’re going withKakashi or going by yourself, he’s somehow managing to delay you.  You might be on time if he’s out of thevillage and he’s not around to distract you. Although he’s probably engrained himself so deeply into you at thispoint that you forget to set your alarm, or you don’t realise the time, orwhatever.  RIP time managementskills.  It was nice knowing you. Sayonara.  

My point though, at the end of it all, is that Kakashi isvery appreciative to have you in his life. He thinks of you as one of the best things that has ever happened tohim.  That you chose to be with him, thatyou choose to stay with him, means the world to him.  He had never imagined that his life wouldturn around from the tragedy it was to something that makes him so happy.  So of course he would never mistreat you.  

Kakashi cherishes every second you choose to spend withhim.  He will probably never feel like hedeserves you, which is a tragedy in and of itself.  But because he knows what it means to loseeverything, he values you even more. Kakashi is kind and loyal and he tries his best.  That’s all we can ask of ourselves and eachother at the end of the day.  And Kakashiwill be his best for you

I hope this manages to cheer you up!  It’s the best I could think up.  

[markbumjinson]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: GOT7 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Im Jaebum | JB/Jackson Wang Characters: Jackson Wang, Im Jaebum | JB Additional Tags: Mentioned BTS members, jikook if you squint really hard, Smut, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Im Jaebum | JB, Omega Jackson Wang, Self-Lubrication, Dirty Talk, Implied Mpreg, no one is or gets pregnant though, Knotting, Pregnancy Kink, kind of???, more like, Breeding Kink, This is pure filth, Rimming, Anal Fingering, ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), Markjin happened at the end, idk how but they did Summary:

It's moments like these, when Jaebum looses his control and goes all alpha on him, that Jackson craves; The feeling of strong hands gripping at his hips as he's pulled into the alpha's warm body, a devious smile sent his way making his knees go weak. He craves those moments because they happen the most when Jaebum is overcome with jealousy, they happen when his alpha feels like he has to remind him that he's his omega and no one else's.

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(or my very first A/B/O attempt that i probably failed at miserably)

Prompt: btw i know you're taking requests and would you consider writing an ABO fic? Esp with possessive alpha!JB and lovely omega! Jackson

guysss! look what I found~