#i can’t even sleep because my whole belly/sides hurt

[bvidzsoo]

I was supposed to post a Werewolf!Yunho oneshot in the Preying on you tonight!universe last weekend but… :)) guess who got SO sick I’m still not doing fine? Yeah, me =)) all from a freaking Caesar salad bro, I hate it…I hope I can post it this week because I don’t have much to write for the story atp…

[ponderingmoonlight]

Kento Nanami and his wife losing their unborn child in Shibuya (major tw!)

Pairing: husband!Nanami x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,5k

Synopsis: It seemed like a normal evening when you passed out on the couch, not aware of Haruta sneaking into your shared apartment until he pierces his blade through your pregnant stomach. How will your husband react, finding out what happened to you?

Warning: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING!, if you feel uncomfortable with child loss or it triggers you in some way, please don't read this, heavy violence, heaviest angst but comfort (bc Nanami is the best husband ever), didn't proofread this because it hurts my soul, please note that I never experienced something like that and wrote it out of stories from family and it might be bad

This is like the bad ending to Haruta seeking revenge on Nanami's heavy pregnant wife. You can find it here

Thank you @wifenanami for breaking our heart (I love your requests babe) 😭

Your mind is a blur when you open your aching lids against a harsh light. Damn, everything hurts, you feel like someone has stabbed you over and over again. Your stomach aches so bad…why? The last thing you remember is…

A toe-curling scream coming out of your own mouth. Hands that keep you from falling to the ground. Darkness, unimaginable agony, grief. But why? What happened? Out of instinct, your hands wander to your belly. Weren’t you at home passed out on the couch with your heavy belly laying on the side, waiting for your husband to come back to you?

You were, but there’s something else…

Suddenly, a wave of memories washes over you, memories that make your whole body tremble with overflooding emotions.

“I-I can’t feel her anymore. Shoko, I can’t feel her, she isn’t moving!”, you cry on top of your lungs, hands roaming around your blood-soaked stomach in a desperate attempt to find a heartbeat.

You weren’t fast enough. The minute that blond-haired man with the ugly ponytail stumbled into your apartment and shot a sword directly through your belly, you were lost at words, lost at actions, lost at control. As if frozen in place, you watched as he pierced through you over and over again, your blood spilling onto the cold marble floor, discolouring everything in your crimson blood within seconds.

And hers. Your precious daughter. It was only a matter of time said Shoko the other day. A matter of time until you’d be finally able to hold her in your arms, a matter of time to see your husband putting her to sleep.

But time ran out for both of you.

“Send my best wishes to your husband! Well, you probably can’t do that anymore though…See ya!”

You can’t remember what happened next. How did you even manage to let Shoko know that you’re injured? It doesn’t matter anyway. The look of pure horror on her face was enough for you to know that it’s too late.

“Y-you…you need to save her”, you hush, tears now taking your sight completely.

You are nothing but weak. Too weak to defend yourself, too fucking weak to even move an inch when someone attacks you.

Too weak to save the life of your daughter.

Your daughter…

“Tell me she’s okay”, you mumble into the light above you over and over like a prayer.

Maybe all of this was nothing but a bad dream. Maybe Shoko was really able to use her reversed technique on both you and your precious daughter. Maybe she’s laying in her father’s arms right now, safe and sound. Her father…where is your husband? Is he alright?

“I’m so sorry, (y/n). I tried everything I could but…I couldn’t save her, she was already dead when I arrived…”

“No”, you interrupt her immediately.

You hold your breath. How often did you imagine what she might look like? Your little angel. Oh, you were so excited when you found out you’re expecting your first child back then, Kento was so overwhelmed that he even cried. She was the blessing in a world full of curses, your little ray on sunshine in the dark.

She…She can be dead…

“You were there, right? You saved both of us, right?”

Shoko leans down towards you. And for the first time since knowing her, you see her cry. Not only a single tear runs down her face, but a never-ending waterfall while she holds onto your shaky hand.

You feel numb, want to laugh and cry at the same time, want to scream and to stay silent all at once. This…This can’t be reality. This isn’t how it’s supposed to turn out. You’ve read enough books to know how happy endings work, that the people who deserve it will always find happiness.

“My darling.”

His voice catches you off guard, makes your glossy eyes widen and heartbeat pick up. This is him, without any doubt. Your husband is here.

Gently, he grabs your other hand and leans forwards.

Your breath hitches in an instant.

“Kento…”

Half of his body is burned, bruises cover his gorgeous face. But the worst thing is the unwavering sadness that gleams in his orbs. It hits you like a wall.

The things you saw, Shoko’s words.

Everything is true.

You lost your child at Shibuya.

“I’m so sorry, (y/n). Everything is my fault. I should have saved you, I should have stayed with you, I should have killed him…I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry…”

And then he breaks down on the side of the bed you’re laying in, head pressed against the soft mattress while crying so horribly that you feel like dying right on the spot.

This, everything that happened…Everything is only your fault. You should have listened when he instructed you to stay at Jujutsu High, you should have locked the door like he always said. You are not only responsible for getting hurt, but also for losing the way too young life of your unborn daughter.

She had her whole life ahead of her. Her first steps, her first time saying “dada”, your precious husband buying her clothes, bringing her to school on her first day, comforting her when he first boy breaks her heart only to scare this poor boy to death…

You didn’t only kill her, but her whole future. And Kento’s on top.

“How are you feeling, love? Are you still in pain?”

You don’t even dare to look at him, numb eyes just staring at the ceiling. No, you don’t deserve this man kneeling in front of you, you don’t deserve him even talking to you.

“You should leave.”

Thick silence hangs in the air, Kento’s eyes darted towards you in sheer disbelief. Why would you ever suggest something like that? When he woke up, the first thing on his mind was you. When Shoko told him what happened, that your daughter died and she isn’t sure if you’ll make it, it felt as if a part of himself is vanishing. You, the love of his life, the baby both of you waited for…

“I will never leave your side, love. Not when we both need each other more than ever”, he replies as calmly as possible.

“Why would you say that when I’m the one who killed your daughter?”

Your words hit him with full force, tear the ground from under his feet. It already hurts enough to know you lost your little angel in than senseless battle to that disgusting creature. But hearing that you make yourself responsible for what happened, that you think he doesn’t want to be with you anymore…

“Look at me.”

Carefully, he cups your cheek with his large hand, forcing you to return his gaze. The empty look in your eyes makes him tear up all over again.

This is so unfair, so unbelievable cruel. Isn’t it enough that you’ve lost your child? Why are you plaguing your mind with blaming yourself for that tragedy, why are you even thinking he’ll leave you?

“Let me tell you from the bottom of my heart that I love you more than ever. Let me promise you that I’ll never leave your side, no matter how numb you feel, no matter how often the pain gets overwhelming. Let me tell you that we’ll get through this together. Because you are my wife, (y/n). And even though it rips me apart to know that we’ve lost our daughter to this fucker, I will always be thankful that you survived. You did so well. I’m beyond proud that you’ve managed to call Shoko, that you pushed through and fought for your life. I will NEVER blame you for what happened at Shibuya. And I will love you through everything.”

“Kento…I miss her so much”, you breathe against his hand with so much grief in your voice that it takes him all his strength so not break down all over again.

“I miss her too, darling. But she’s always with us, she’ll never leave our side”, he whispers gently.

“I don’t deserve you…You, you are injured yourself. What happened to you?”

“Nothing but a few scratches. Let me stay by your side, okay? I never want to leave you alone again, (y/n).”

You can’t contain yourself any longer, it seems like the world around you collapses as you let yourself fall into your husband’s arms. Everything is too much, all the grief, all the sadness seems to swallow you whole. But oh does it feel good to lay against his chest, to feel his fingertips stroke your hair gently.

“I will always stay by your side. And so does our little angel.”

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[lyonnerileyauthor]

That's right—Five Gifts for the Blacksmith's Wife is finished and ready to go out to Patrons TOMORROW, November 26th! Join now at any paid level and you'll get the book!

And now... a blurb!

Then it’s time for bed, and both my cock and my heart are very pleased at the idea of sleeping side-by-side again. Sita takes off her clothes, leaving on her undergarments as I requested, and lies down on the bed in a very enticing manner. I kiss her again, more passionately, and her body rises off the blankets into my touch. I can’t help but trail my hands down to those marvelous breasts again, teasing her nipples over the fabric. She moans underneath me, so sensitive and eager, and I have to breathe deeply to keep my baser urges at bay. No, tonight I will show her a different sort of pleasure. As we take our time to navigate through this, I would hate for her to be left unsatisfied, even if my own cock must be kept quiet. Keeping Sita on her back, I crouch over her hips and draw one hand down between her thighs. Nervously, she keeps them together, clearly afraid of how I’ll react after my discovery last night. “Open for me?” I ask. Slowly, she does, lifting her underskirt so I can reach her bare skin. Like I did before, I tease that hidden bud with my finger until she’s snapping her hips up into my hands. Then my head drifts lower, until my face is only inches away from that pristine place, and my mouth is watering for her. “Gurrek?” Sita asks, clearly uncertain about my intentions between her thighs. “I’m going to touch you there.” I continue playing with her clit, never relenting. “With my mouth.” “Your mouth?” She’s aghast at the suggestion. “You shouldn’t!” I tilt my head. “Why not? I kiss your lips.” “It’s very different to kiss down there!” Though she’s scandalized, she opens her legs anyway, her skin turning blotchy red. “It isn’t,” I say, lowering my head down until I can breathe in a whiff of her. Her scent is tantalizing, purely full of desire, and I like that I can make her drip for me. “Let me show you?” With a huff of indignation, Sita nods in acquiescence, and I finally get to lick her. All it takes is one swipe and she twitches, an exclamation falling from her lips. I lick again, twirling my tongue around her pearl, and she lets out a full-throated moan. Ah, yes, there it is. I dive in with intention and ferocity, laving my tongue over her as she squirms and whines, her body arching into my touch. I know what would make it even better—to slide a finger into her small slit and find the sweet spot inside her—but I’ll wait a little longer. That part will likely hurt, even if I’m gentle, and I want to show her more pleasure first. It doesn’t take long for Sita’s cries to grow louder and more exquisite, until she’s digging her hands into my hair. “Gurrek!” she calls out. My eyes roll back in my head at the sound of it, and I dig deeper, thrashing her tiny bud until her whole body freezes and she lets out a single, drawn-out moan. When I pull away, because I know she’s much too sensitive, I find the shine of her release running down from her slit and dripping onto the blankets. Good. I lie down beside Sita again as she pants, her eyes wide and staring up at the ceiling. Slowly she turns to me, her face full of wonder. “What was that?” she asks, her chest heaving. “I’ve touched there before, but never... like that.” I wipe my lips with my wrist and grin down at her, satisfied that I’ve shown her something new. “I can do it every night,” I say, smoothing a hand down her belly to show my affection. She wriggles closer to me, seeking my touch, and I curl my arm around her. “But what do I do for you?” she asks, her lids drooping low. “How do I make you cry out my name?”

[ohbo-ohno]

Bo, I had a dark au idea that I really love but I’m too shy to post it on my main so I’m sending it to you because I think you might like it.

Soap and Ghost who are ready for the next stage in their lives now that they’re retired from the military. Setting up a nursery in the new house they bought and filling it with all sorts of cute toys and plush blankets to welcome a sweet little baby into their lives.

But there are so many problems that arise from this because of the fact that Ghost is, technically, dead. They can’t really adopt and it’s hard to find a surrogate who is willing to carry for them discreetly, even when they’re offering more then the usual prices. And even when they do, they have an even harder time finding one that they actually like. They can’t have just anyone carry their baby!

So they’re disheartened after months of searching and Soap is starting to think that it may never happen when Ghost comes home from the store one day and says that he thinks he found the perfect girl to carry their baby. Reader. Soap is immediately excited, he can’t wait to meet this mystery person. The overworked and run down cashier that rang Ghost out earlier that day. Younger then both of them and, as they were soon to find out through a little research (*coughstalkingcough*), struggling horribly. A shitty apartment in the bad side of town, little to no furniture, and working double shifts at at least 2 jobs just to make ends meet. It hurts Soap to see the future carrier of their child (because he decided the second that Ghost said he wanted you that you would be their surrogate) in such bad condition. He wants to take you home with them the minute he sees your horrible living conditions and Ghost has to physically hold him back by the scruff of his neck to keep him from ruining his plan.

His plan being to sabotage your whole life. Call and write in several complaints to your jobs from numerous phone numbers and email addresses, making up scandalous rumors to get you fired and pretending to be your previous bosses when you try to find new ones, ensuring that you can no longer even try to sustain yourself. And all of it will peak when you’re three months behind on your rent and your landlord finally evicts you. With nowhere to go, you’re forced to live in homeless shelters, crying your eyes out when Ghost finally lets Soap approach you.

And he’s so nice to you, pretending to be a volunteer at the shelter, offering you a warm meal with him tonight, a better bed to sleep in, a hot shower. It sounds like heaven to you, you can’t help but agree. Even smile when Soap says his husband will probably be there to meet you in the morning.

And met him you did, several hours later, waking up to his cock filling you, Soap’s hands on your belly, cooing to you that it would all be fine. They’ll take care of you, keep you safe and warm and happy, they just need a little something in return. This is the least you could for for them, isn’t it? They’ll get you anything you could ever need or want.

Anddddddd then they end up never letting you go, even after a baby is born ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️. Sorry I got a bit carried away, but I’m going feral over this idea - 🕸

sorry for the semi late response spiderweb!!! this is such a cool idea, tysm for sending it to me! i really don't have anything much to add, but i want everyone else to get to see it too lol

[watchmegetobsessed]

BABY MAMA

A/N: woke up and just knew i needed to write about dad Harry, bc lets be honest, he is my fav. this fic is perfectly fine as a oneshot, but if you'd like, it could be a sequel to Grammy Winner Husband and Baby Grammy, i wrote things to line up with them!

PAIRING: Husband!Harry / Dad!Harry x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2k

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The arena is blowing up, the fans are screaming from the top of their lungs and Harry is putting out a show just as good as the previous ones have been. He is blowing the stage up, singing, dancing, joking around with the fans, enjoying this time he gets to spend with the people who got him to this point in his life. He’ll never be not grateful for what he has, what he is experiencing, no matter how hard this life can get sometimes.

“Dallas, how are you feeling tonight?” he asks in the mic as he walks back to his water bottle to have a few sips. The crowd erupts, the screams almost burst his eardrums, but he just chuckles, easing his thirst with some water before he returns to the microphone stand.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he teasingly asks, though the reaction is the same. Insane screaming. “Alright, let’s move this show on before you get bored,” he chuckles playfully, the band starts playing the next song and he is back at what he does the best. Performing.

Though not far from the arena, there’s someone who thinks there’s something he is even better at than performing. That person is you, and you’re one hundred percent sure Harry is best at being a father to your five months old son.

Owning the stage, putting out the utter best he can, Harry’s thoughts still wander away from the show he is supposed to be focusing on. He can’t help it, his instincts are just completely drawn to his baby in the hotel suit, dying to know how he is doing. Leaving for the show late afternoon was harder than usually, because baby Theo was having a fever and coughing quite badly. His heart was breaking that he couldn’t help his son, didn’t even know what could be done for such a tiny baby.

“Love, he’ll be alright, okay? The doctor is on the way, it’s gonna be fine,” you told him gently as he was cradling Theo to his naked chest, always so eager to be skin-to-skin with him. Harry kissed his soft little curls on top of his head before nodding, though you knew it was eating him away.

“Call me or Jeff if something happens, okay?” he told you, handing Theo over to you, who was finally asleep after fussing for hours.

“I will,” you nodded, but he cupped your face to make you look at him.

“Y/N, I mean it. I’ll come off the stage if—“

“You won’t come off the stage, Theo is gonna be fine, he just probably got a cold from the aircon at the greenroom in Denver. He’ll be here when you get back, okay?”

He knew this tone, this was your momma bear voice and he would never argue with you when you used it, so he just nodded, kissed you and then Theo’s chubby cheek before heading out.

Now as he is nearing the end of the show he can’t help but think about finally being back at the hotel with his wife and baby, though he won’t let it be seen how eager he is to get off the stage.

The last song passes, the whole arena blows up from the energy and he is throwing kisses everywhere as he heads off the stage, down the aisle that leads him backstage. As he puts on his mask he turns around one last time, throwing some more kisses around to his beloved fans before disappearing behind the curtains.

“Did she call?” he instantly asks Jeff instantly, who hands him his phone over, a text from you already waiting for him.

Doc just left, everything is fine, left some meds for bub. Love you Xx

Even though this is what you told him before too, he feels relieved that the doctor confirmed it, but he still can’t wait to see the two of you.

“Alright, get the car ready, I’m leaving in ten,” he tells Jeff.

“Got it,” he nods, not even daring to argue with him. He knows better than to stand between Harry and his baby.

His legs bounce nervously on his way back to the hotel and he jumps out of the car as if it was on fire, running inside in a rush. He swipes the keycard through the reader on the door and opens it quietly, scanning over the place for you and Theo and there you are, sitting in one of the armchairs with his sleeping son in your arms, your hand gently tapping on his bum. You must have just finished feeding him, because a rag is still thrown over your shoulder and your shirt is all wrinkled around your chest. Theo loves playing with the fabric while you breastfeeding him and Harry loves watching his tiny fingers grab onto it and massaging it aimlessly.

“Hey,” he breathes out, quietly pushing the door closed behind him before he walks over, kneeling in front of you. He kisses Theo’s forehead first, before pressing his lips to yours too. “How is bub feeling?”

“He is doing good. The doc gave him some meds for the fever and we have a syrup for the coughing. He said he’ll be fine in a few days,” you softly explain to him, nodding towards everything the doctor left you on the coffee table.

Harry grabs the bottles, inspecting them as if he knows anything about medicine and you can’t help but smile as he furrows his eyebrows, reading the packaging.

“Want to put him to bed?” you ask him, his head snapping up right away.

“Of course,” he nods eagerly. You both stand up and he carefully takes the little boy from your arms without waking him up. “Hey bubs, I missed you,” he coos at Theo and as you watch him sway with the sleeping baby, your heart could easily burst from just the sight of them.

You didn’t know what life would be like as a family of three. After Harry posted a picture of you with his Grammy award and your belly ready to pop, the whole world went crazy over the fact that Harry Styles is going to be a dad. Despite the buzz, you managed to stay hidden for the rest of your pregnancy and just three weeks after that post, Theodore Styles decided to come to the world. Harry cancelled everything for the first two months, it was just the three of you, showering in the joys of parenthood. You had all the ups and downs, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Then tour got rescheduled and Harry was hesitant whether it was a good idea to go on the road with a five months old.

“Sarah and Mitch are coming too, she gave birth a week after me,” you reasoned when Harry was about to cancel the whole tour. It took you some time to convince him that it’s gonna be fine, though you knew he would be extra cautious with Theo.

Now as you see him gently sway his way to the bassinet next to your bed, knowing that he just performed to thousands of people and now he is here with you and your son, you wouldn’t change it to some peace at home. Besides, you’re convinced tour is gonna do good for Theo, make him get used to people around him, not just the two of you or the grandparents and aunts. During the first night in Vegas, he barely spent an hour in your arms, everyone wanted a piece of him and you gladly let them befriend him, especially because he loves meeting new people, just like his daddy.

As Harry lays him into the bassinet and stands next to it with a lovesick smile on his face, you sneak behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He smells so fresh, he surely had a quick shower before heading back to the hotel, but you’re already planning to seduce him to join you for a quick shower as well. He won’t say no.

“Watched a livestream for a bit, you were so good,” you hum, kissing his right shoulder blade and you don’t miss how he leans back against you. “Loved the shimmery outfit.”

“Yeah?” he chuckles softly. Reaching around, he pulls you forwards so he can wrap you in his arms, kissing your forehead gently. “I missed seeing you dance at the side,” he smirks at you and you don’t miss the reference to the old times.

On his first solo tour, when you weren’t even married yet he often caught you dancing like crazy at the side of the stage, it would always make him laugh mid-song and you loved hearing his giggles through the mic, so you often did it on purpose. A few nights ago in Vegas you did the same, but with Theo in your arms, a massive ear protector on his head so the noise didn’t hurt him. When Harry spotted you, he almost started crying, he mouthed I love youand then carried on with the show.

“I’ll be there soon,” you smile at him, cupping his face in your hands to pull him down for a kiss that’s more than just a peck. “Now, I need help with something,” you mumble against his lips.

“Anything, baby.”

“I need you to help me shower,” you tell him cheekily. He pulls back and stares down at you with a playful grin, his hands already wandering under your shirt.

“Oh, is that so?”

“Yeah, I need someone to wash my back and… maybe somewhere else,” you hum seductively and start pulling him towards the bathroom, peeking at Theo one last time, but he is sleeping so deep, the two of you can have some alone time.

“Alright, I could never deny anything from my favorite milf,” he grins, but you smack his chest with a gasp.

“Harry! I told you not to call me that!” you protest, the two of you walking into the bathroom not to bother the sleeping baby in the room. You start running the water right away so it can be nice and hot for you when you walk in.

“Why? You are a milf,” he smirks, so full of himself, already pulling his shirt over his head.

“Then you’re a dilf, just so you know.”

“Baby, my fans have been calling me that for years, even before Theo,” he chuckles softly.

“You were destined to be a dad,” you giggle, getting rid of your own clothes. “Hey, if Theo feels better tomorrow, we could maybe take a walk in that park we saw on the way here,” you suggest, but when no answer comes, you look at Harry and find him just standing there, fully naked, staring at you grinning widely. “What?” you ask, glancing down at your own naked body. Suddenly, you are way too aware of the weight you haven’t been able to lose after giving birth, the stretch marks on your waist and how you’re not at all freshly shaved. Just as you’d move your hands to cover yourself a bit, Harry grabs your wrists and stops you.

“You are so fucking gorgeous, baby,” he hums, dropping his head until his lips could reach yours.

“Stop being such a flirt,” you giggle, feeling your face heating up.

“It’s the truth! I have the prettiest baby mama and that’s a fact.”

He looks at you with so much love and adoration in those beautiful green eyes, it almost makes you cry, knowing that this man is your husband and you get to spend the rest of your life with him.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you kiss him hard, pulling him into the spacious walk in shower.

“Then come and get your baby mama wet,” you giggle against his lips, making him laugh with the ambiguous request as he shuts the glass door behind him, his lips hungrily kissing wherever he can reach and you’re pretty sure the hot water is not the only thing that’s steaming up the glass.

Thank you for reading! Please like/reblog if you enjoyed!

[maizumis]

Hii! Another Haikyuu dad au! Can it be with the miya twins, Bokuto, Iwa, and Suna? They get into an argument with their pregnant wife so the wife tells them to leave her alone. The boys find a loophole so they talk to her baby bump about how sorry they are to their mama :)

— HAIKYUU BOYS ARGUING WITH YOU WHILE PREGNANT AND APOLOGIZING

ft. timeskip!miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime, suna rintaro

note: female reader‼️ angst to fluff ‼️different format cos I wanted to write more 🥴 thanks anon! hope you like it 😽 I think I'm gonna do a part two cos this got longer than expected and I couldn't add all the characters! not edited, that's work for tomorrow!

# MIYA ATSUMU

atsumu came home after a rough day at practice, excited to spend some time with you and baby boy that was about to come in just a month

all happiness he had quickly erased when he saw that the home was on the same that when he went to practice, dishes without washing and clothes without fold

" ‘tsumu you're home! we missed you!" he walked past you, he didn't even give you a side look, going directly to the bathroom "‘tsumu all okay? I made your favor–" "could ya please shut up? a come home after working and entire day for ma family and the house is like this? what did ya do the whole day?"

you were stuck in your place with wide eyes and hands over your belly "I'm sorry ‘tsumu, my back hurts a lot today and—" "save it, don’ wanna hear yer excuses"

"go fuck yourself then, miya, sleep in the comfiness of the couch today and don't you dare talk to me until tomorrow" with that you were gone to the master bedroom, fighting the tears that were in your eyes

he thought nothing about it and went to the shower, thinking what was he gonna eat for dinner then go to sleep, tomorrow is a new day

-

freshly out of the shower with pajamas on, he went to the kitchen to eat something, mesmerized when he saw the little note on the oven glass

"enjoy your meal! we love you!<3"

not only that, but that you made his favorite, knowing he was gonna come home late and exhausted after practice

memories of the recent fight came to his mind, he didn't even let you talk your mind, his throat feeling heavy with the guilt that he was experiencing, maybe he should let you talk after all

contradictory to your words, he went runnint to the shared bedroom, ready to apologise for being an ass "baby, yer awake?"

"not for you" you told him trying to hide your sobs, the day was awful, your back didn't let you do anything, the meal you cooked was an hour of fighting the back pain, thinking your ‘tsunj would be happy if he found this

"okay then, good thing a have a baby I can talk to"

he knelt down in front of you, carefully placing his head on the baby bump, caressing it from time to time

"I was an ass, sorry, a bad person to yer mom today baby, a came home and told her bad things, she was hurting and a Didi care, can ya tell her sorry for me?" he felt a kick on his cheek and a smile on his face when he saw you laugh, even with the tear-stained cheeks you were beautiful

" ‘tsumu, not cool what you did today, I wasn't feeling okay and I missed you, we missed you" your voice still a little wiggly after that crying session you had with your maternity pillow

finally, first name privileges, he thought "a know, am sorry, am so sorry, ya deserve so much better angel, am sorry"

"‘s okay tsum, cuddle me as an apologize, yeah?"

he never got into bed at that speed, quickly cuddling you with hands on your tummy while giving little pecks to your neck

"ya don't have to tell me twice"

# IWAIZUMI HAJIME

before and during pregnancy you joined iwaizumi on his works out or runs from time to time, you knew he enjoyed his time doing it so, why don't join him?

today you were not feeling like it, morning sickness took over you and the bed seemed like the best place to stay all day, one day in bed wouldn't hurt, you thought

apparently it stroke a nerve on hajime "what are you doing in the bed? up! we need it go out! " '‘m sorry haji, not really feeling like it today, why don't you go and I make something when you return home?"

"what do you mean 'you don't feel like it' the only thing you do all day is laze around"

you took a deep breath before answering, knowing didn't meant what he say "well I'm sorry I'm pregnant iwaizumi, I can't help it. go on your run and we can eat something together when you return"

"fucking Clara wouldn't put this excuses on me" he murmured under his breath, hoping you didn't heard the mention of his ex partner

"repeat yourself iwaizumi hajime, I'm waiting"

"no baby— I'm sorry, I didn't mean it-"

"go out before I go out by myself iwaizumi, don't bother talk to me the rest of the day, I'm gonna make dinner and leave it on the fridge, I'm also gonna sleep in the guest room. fucking low of you iwaizumi, so fucking low"

he went out with a knot on his throat, he didn't need to bring that up— he knew you weren't feeling your best and then he still played that ex-girlfriend card. on the way back home he picked up flowers knowing you loved them, praying to anyone who was above him for your forgiveness

"I'm home"

"and I told you not to talk to me, iwaizumi"

being petty was right, the mention of his ex while carrying his first daughter because you didn't feel like going out today was bullshit, he didn't have an excuse

he looked down to the floor before closing the door and going to the living room to think about what he did, cheeks red of embarrassment because of his childish behavior

-

he waited for you to be asleep before going into the room, with the idea of carrying your to the king bed instead of this one, after all, he was the one that deserved the uncomfy room

before picking you he saw the pregnant belly, the shirt you were wearing rolled up so it was exposed to the cold air

" ‘m sorry baby, your mama doesn't deserve this, you have the right to be angry with me" tears were pricking his eyes, maybe he was thinking too ahead but would you leave him for this?

"I'm such and asshole, I hope you don't remember that lady's name" he told the fetus as if he was having an actual conversation face to face "behave for mom yeah? don't put more pressure on her than already did" with that he picked you up, without knowing you were fully awake the whole conversation

you let yourself be carried to the big bedroom, once you felt him place you on the bed, you tugged his shirt while looking at him with teary eyes "we need to talk tomorrow but please,stay hajime" you were still mad, but his company is what you were craving right now

"there's no way I'm not staying forever with you"

# SUNA RINTARO

rintaro was coming home late this past weeks but he finally had a free night! so you were excited to spend a bonding time with him and your unborn baby

finishing the little detail on the table such as the dry flowers and the candles, you hear the door being open "rinnie! you finally home! it felt like forever while waiting for you!" he gave you a sweet peck in your lips before going to his room to change his clothes

"oh~ I see you dressed fancy for the occasion! wait for me I think I have a dress that stills fits me!" "what do you mean? I'm going out with the inarizaki boys, kita is in town"

you stopped midway the hall that ended in your room, quickly walking towards your boyfriend again "what do you mean you're going out? what about what I made?"

"you made something?"

it was ridiculous to keep begging, maybe you should call it a day and watch some movies in the couch with a tube of ice cream, alone, again.

"okay then, have fun rin, don't drink to much and come home safe"

-

rin came home after a few hours out, he indeed had a good time with his old teammates but his mind was all the time one you, maybe he should have stay with you, eat some homemade food and cuddle all night while talking about nothing

he entered the house and saw you spread on the couch, huge blanket on with his highschool jersey on, long forgotten night snacks on the night table and Netflix on the tv

it wasn't only that what caught his eye but the table in the kitchen too, he walked towards it and saw it, the candles, the flower carefully placed on the middle of the table, the matching napkins and fancy plates, so that was what you were referring to earlier

guilt creeped all over his body, he didn't acknowledge your efforts to make a night for the both of you, was this negligence? he thought

going again to the couch, bending over so he would be at your height, he placed a hand on your belly before speaking

"you're allowed to be mad at me when you're born baby" he paused for a few seconds, thinking what was he gonna say next "papa is a fucking asshole— sorry, don't say that, papa is very clumsy from time to time"

"Rin?"

there you were! his hand came quickly behind your neck, pressing your forehead and noses together, lips brushing each other

"I'm sorry I'm so stupid— fuck, I really don't want to cry right now, I'm an horrible person"

you cupped his face with both your hands, eyes teary about to cry for a second time that day "you're not horrible Rin, it's just it feels lonely you know?" tears already going down your cheek, the sight made his heart ache, you were crying because of him

"I know you're out there trying to be the best for us but" your voice wiggly, you were really trying to hide the sobs you had inside "but sometimes it feels like you're not around anymore, I can't share the little moments I have because I wake up to an empty bed and go to sleep with the thought of you being out" full sobs were coming out of you at this point, days of pain finally reaching their point "and it hurts so bad not to have you around"

rintaro was crying along with you, you could feel his wet tears on your neck, where he was placing his head "and your absolutely right angel, I'm gonna be better for you– for the both of you, what about I take the day off tomorrow, yeah?" his quavering voice betraying him, even if you knew he was crying he wanted to be strong

"that sounds perfect rin... come cuddle me?"

carrying you bridal style to the bedroom, he lit your favorite candle and snuggled you under the cost sheets

"cuddle you, all day long baby"

[sinner-as-saint]

Just A Little Too Much.

(Dark) Mob!Steve Rogers x Innocent!Reader AU

Run-through: You met Steve after your parents got divorced. He was your mom’s ‘special friend’, and you soon began living at his place, along with your mom. You were just 18 and a half then, and Steve became the only man you looked up to after you learnt that your father was sent to prison for unknown reasons. Soon, Steve became the only family you had after your mother started going away on even more trips for work, then came the time where she stopped coming home altogether. But that was alright, because you had Steve. You were his Princess, and he often told you that you needed no one else but him. He would do anything for you, he loved you - perhaps just a little too much. 

Themes: innocent!reader, manipulation, dark!steve, smut, fluff

You woke up from your nap with a faint smile on, feeling a pair of lips leaving soft, warm kisses all over your cheek. 

Steve. 

You immediately felt so warm just knowing he was here; his powerful scent wrapping around you, making you feel safe. 

“Wake up, Princess.” He murmured. “It’s your birthday, you can’t be napping.” He said it like it was the most ridiculous thing one could do. 

You heard Steve’s voice, and felt his beard trail after his lips all over your face. You opened your eyes, giggling and realizing that you had fallen asleep on the couch in your bedroom. You looked up to find Steve above you, his strong arm placed on the back of the couch as he bent over slightly to look down at you with his pretty blue eyes. He was dressed in one of his many expensive, well-tailored suits which gave away that he had just finished some call or video conference regarding work. 

“Hi Stevie.” 

His soft gaze roamed your body. “Hi Princess. Come on wake up, you don’t wanna sleep all day.” 

You smiled up at him. “Yes I do.” You said, making him raise his eyebrows at you; smirking. “It’s my birthday, I can nap all day if I want to.” You did make a fair point, he had to admit. 

His smirk morphed into a gentle, calming smile as he reached out to caress your cheek softly. “But I miss you.” 

You shrugged, lazily. “Sounds like a personal problem to me.” 

His lips parted in fake surprise. “Is that so?” 

The moment you saw his hands reaching out towards you, you knew he was planning to tickle you till you ran out of breath and begged him to stop. So you shot up and slipped from his grasp, running away as fast as you could; giggling uncontrollably. 

Steve chased you, chuckling each time you escaped his grasp. “Come here, Princess. You can’t run from me, you know that.” He chased you around the room, watched you as you jumped over the coffee table, the pouf and just as you were about to run into the walk-in closet Steve managed to grab your hand and tackled you down on the bed. 

He had you trapped, giggling and squirming under him. He was a happy man as he looked down at you, pinning your wrists down on the bed above your head, his face so close to yours that he was certain you and him were sharing the same breath. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. 

You eventually stopped fighting and squirming. You looked up at him and smiled as big as you could. You stared up at him and saw the man who was your everything. 

Steve was your everything. Your family was… absent. Steve said none of them cared about you as much as he did. Steve also said that your father was not a good man, and that’s why he was locked up in jail. You never asked why, or what he did to deserve such punishment, but Steve said that it wasn’t important for you to know so you let it go. Your mom was not here either, she was always out of the country, working. Steve said your mom made work her priority over you, but that was okay too because you had Steve. And he was all you need. 

Steve looked down at you, admiring how pretty his Princess was. When he first saw you around four years ago, he knew he had to protect you forever. You were too precious, too innocent for this world. He couldn’t just stand there and watch this world corrupt you in any way, so he kept you close. He did what he had to in order to keep you under his roof and protection all the time. He made sure you’d never have to worry about anything, ever. 

“Hi Princess.” He murmured again, still on top of you. You gave him a smile which always melted his heart ever since day one. You owned him, and you probably had no idea about all the things he was willing to do for you. 

“Hi Stevie.” To you, he had always been Stevie - your best friend, your family, your protector - your everything. You don’t know where everyone went, or why everyone gradually disappeared from your life once you met Steve. But you had him, and he was all you needed. 

“Happy Birthday.” He whispered, wishing you for the fifth time since this morning when you woke up in his arms. Steve leaned down to kiss the side of your mouth. 

You relished his touch. Steve always made you feel good just by being there, and having all his attention on you was all you ever wanted. You giggled as he kissed his way down your neck. “Thank you.” 

He hummed as he kissed along the neckline of the dress you were wearing. “Did you like your gift, Princess?” Steve asked, kissing along the top of your breasts. 

You let out a quiet gasp of pleasure as you felt him gently nip at your skin. You nodded, “I did. Thank you, Stevie.” You whispered, getting lost in the way he made you feel. You thought of the gift he had given you this morning, it was currently parked in the twelve-car garage of the house, sitting there with a pretty, red bow on top of it. It was your shiny, new dream car. 

“We can go on a drive later, if you want.” He murmured against your skin, one of his hands releasing your wrists, lowering to undo the buttons at the front of your dress. 

You shivered as you felt the warm, slow touches of his lips and fingertips all at the same time. He was always so gentle with you and always so mean to others. He always said that was because you were his precious Princess and other people meant nothing to him. 

A drive with Stevie sounded amazing. Only, he’s always working these days. Would he even have the time? “We could. But then what about work?” 

He froze for a moment, hearing the hint of sadness and uncertainty in your tone. He hated it. He hated that he had been so engrossed in work this past week that you noticed he wasn’t spending enough time with you. 

Steve pulled away and looked up at you. “I’ve been too busy with work lately, haven’t I?” He asked, knowing the answer. The little, sad nod you gave him made his heart hurt. “Aww…” he cooed, reaching up to kiss your nose, “I’m sorry, Princess.” He murmured against your skin and pulled away to look into your eyes again. “How about this, you have me all to yourself for the whole day today and the upcoming week? Sounds good?” 

He didn’t care about how much that would affect the many people who worked for him, all he knew was that his Princess needed him and he would do anything to make her happy. 

You smiled brightly. “Perfect!” 

He chuckled before leaning in to kiss your lips. Slow and gentle at first, before growing more and more needy for you. He pressed his body against yours, allowing you to feel the urgency of his need. You gasped into the heated kiss as you felt his hardness in between your legs. Steve shoved his tongue past your lips, tasting you, stroking the inside of your mouth. You whined when you felt him roll his hips against yours. 

You felt warm, burning with need just as much as he was. And he knew. 

You shivered in pleasure as you felt him kiss his way down your body again, unbuttoning your dress with impatience, his need overpowering his entire being. He needed you, needed to taste you and have you come undone on his tongue, he needed your taste embedded in his brain, not wanting to risk ever forgetting it. 

Steve kissed down the middle of your breasts, down till your belly button and stopped at the waistband of your light pink, lace panties, which matched the bra and the dress you wore. Wanting to tease you just a little, he stuck his tongue out and licked along the edge of your underwear before licking up and down your wet, clothed core. 

He watched you squirm on the bed. Smirking devilishly, he kissed along your inner thigh just to mess with you a little more. He could tell you were slowly giving into the haze of pleasure which washed over you even though he had barely touched you yet. 

“Stevie…” you whispered, closing your eyes and tipping your head back as he nibbled along the soft skin on your inner thigh. “Please…” 

He had to give in. His cock twitched in his pants, straining against the zipper at the sound of your soft moans and pleas. 

He pulled your underwear away from your skin and to the side, exposing your dripping wet folds to his hungry eyes. He could tell just by the look of it that your sensitive clit was throbbing. He hummed in satisfaction, “Prettiest little cunt I’ve ever seen…” He whispered more so to himself, reminding himself - not that he would ever forget - that you were his. “Spread your legs for me, Princess.” 

You did, just like you did everything he asked. You parted your legs then supported yourself up on your elbows, watching him. Steve once mentioned that he liked it when you watched him as he pleasured you. 

You let out a moan the moment his mouth touched you. His lips moved along your wet folds as his tongue teased your entrance. His beard scratched your sensitive skin, as your arousal spread all over his mouth. 

“You taste so sweet, Princess.” You watched how Steve closed his eyes, savouring your taste. You were a moaning mess in no time, your whole body electrified at his touch. “Like strawberries and honey.” He moaned at your taste alone, humping against the bed discreetly. He could always fuck you later, but right now was strictly about you. 

Steve moved his hand which was caressing up and down your thigh towards your core. He pushed his two fingers past your entrance and pumped them in and out of you slowly, gradually increasing his pace. He felt your walls clench around his fingers as you moaned louder and louder with each stroke of his fingers against your walls. His mouth moved to your throbbing clit, teasing you further until you felt like you were losing your mind. 

“Stevie…” You struggled to hold back your moans. 

Steve took one look at you and he knew you wouldn’t last much longer. You never could last long under his touch anyways. But he was always more than happy to pleasure his Princess. 

“Are you gonna cum for me, Princess? You can’t hold back from cumming all over my tongue, can you baby?” 

His husky voice made your body throb even more, along with his warm breath fanning your damp skin. You whined in response, dropping down on the bed - your upper body having no strength to hold you up any longer. Steve chuckled. 

“It’s okay, Princess. Cum for me.” He whispered and placed his mouth back on your clit while his fingers pumped in and out of your relentlessly. He noticed the way your legs were shaking slightly. You couldn’t hold the pressure in between your legs anymore so you let go and came violently around his fingers and mouth. 

You moaned out loud, squirming as you came, and Steve lapped up everything you had to offer. He licked each and every drop of your cum as it spilled out of you before kissing his way up your body again. He reached your lips and kissed you deeply. 

You giggled into the kiss. It made Steve smile, he always found it adorable how you were always so giggly after he made you cum. 

Steve pulled away after a while, looking down at your swollen lips and the shine in your eyes. “Want me to order your favorites for your special day? Strawberry and chocolate donuts?” He asked. Those damn donuts were your kryptonite. He often wondered if you loved them more than you loved him. 

You gave it a thought. “Nope.” 

Your answer worried him. And he opened his mouth to ask you why but you spoke up before he could. “Let’s make some cupcakes instead. With strawberry and chocolate icing.” You had missed him so much and you desperately wanted to spend time with him, and what was better than baking together in the kitchen? 

Steve smiled, almost reading your mind. He knew exactly why you had proposed so. He felt a little guilty but quickly pushed those thoughts aside. Then he remembered… 

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Princess,” it sounded like a warning. “You remember what happened the last time we tried to bake something, right?” His voice sent shivers dancing down your back. 

Of course you remembered. It involved a lot of kisses, chocolate ganache and eventually ended with Steve fucking you right there on the kitchen floor. Your face felt really as that memory resurfaced in your head. 

You nodded. “I promise that won’t happen again, Stevie.” You were the one to blame for that, since it was you who kept teasing him in the first place. 

He hummed in your ear, the sound making your body throb again. “We’ll see about that.” He pulled away and stared down at you. “Okay, come on. Let’s go make some cupcakes for my Princess.” 

You jumped out of bed the moment he got off you. He pulled you close again, buttoning your dress for you while you looked up at him like he hung the moon. 

By the time you made it to the kitchen, Steve had already removed his suit jacket and tie. The black button down shirt was doing things to you but he didn’t need to know that yet. It should be illegal for a man to look that good. While you took out all the appliances and utensils you needed for the cupcakes and icing, Steve’s phone vibrated on the counter. 

He grabbed his phone and took a look at who the caller was. You noticed the frown on his face. 

“Who is it Stevie? Is it work?” 

The discontent in your tone didn’t go by unnoticed. But this phone call had to be dealt with. “No, Princess.” Steve stepped closer and kissed your forehead. “It’s… an old friend. I’ll be back in just a minute, okay?” He kissed your lips briefly and left the kitchen. 

You pouted for a moment but then shook it off. 

Steve went as far away from the open kitchen as he could, just to get out of your hearing range. He had to cross the entire living room to answer the call. Bitterly. 

“What?” He spat at the caller. And he was immediately greeted by a sobbing woman. 

“Just let me talk to her, at least please. She’s my-,” 

Steve cut the crying woman off, like he always did. “She’s your nothing! Nothing, you hear me? She’s mine. Only mine. It’s not my fault you’re a terrible mother who doesn’t care about her daughter’s well-being.” 

He heard more sobbing on the phone. “I didn’t do anything, I just-,” 

He cut her off once again. “Stop lying! You tried to take her away from me!” 

The woman raised her voice. “Because I realized that you’re crazy! I regret the day I met you, the day I let you in my life, in her life. You were a big mistake, and now you won’t even let me talk to my daughter?!” Her anger could be heard despite the tears. “You won’t even let me come home, I can’t even step out of this damn place because your men are everywhere!” 

Steve chuckled. Your mother was abroad, not allowed to come anywhere close to you because… because he didn’t like the thought of having to share your love or attention. You were his. You had him, you didn’t need anyone else. 

“You’re in a luxurious house, with everything one can ever need in it. What are you complaining about? You could’ve been dead, you know? I could have had you killed instead if I wanted to, but I didn’t. You should thank me for that.” 

He received a series of swear words as a reply, which only made him smirk wider. 

“It’s her birthday, Steve. Let me talk to her. I won’t tell her anything about this, please.” The woman begged. 

Steve scoffed. “She doesn’t need you. She has me. Now, don’t ever call here again or I’ll make sure you don’t live to see another day.” He ended the call right in the woman’s face. He carelessly tossed his phone on one of the couches as he walked back into the kitchen. 

You were taking out all the ingredients, weighing them on the scale carefully. You had somehow managed to get some flour on your cheek in the process. Steve smiled, his heart melting at the sight of you. So precious, all his. 

He walked over to where you stood and wrapped his arms around your waist, lowering his head to kiss your exposed shoulder. “Hi Princess.” He murmured, softly. 

You smiled. “Hi.” 

“I love you more than anything, Princess. You know that, right?” He placed another kiss on your skin. 

You turned your head to the side a little, smiling, “I know, you tell me everyday. I love you too, Stevie.” 

-

Midway through, while your cupcakes were in the oven and Steve was getting the icing ready, he noticed a slight frown on your face as you sat on the counter not far from him. 

“What is it, Princess?” He placed the bowl down and stared at you, giving you his undivided attention as always. 

“Hmm?” You looked up at him, “Oh, nothing.” You lied. And he caught it immediately. You were never a good liar. 

Steve walked over to you, stepping in between your legs and placing his hands on your thighs, caressing your skin gently. “Don’t lie to me, Princess. Tell me what you’re thinking about.” 

You looked down at your lap, his hands inching higher and higher up your thigh. You wondered if you should bring it up, because it always upset him. But before you could stop yourself, you were blurting out the words, “I was wondering why my mom didn’t call me today. She did last year. You think she forgot my birthday?” 

Steve was upset for a moment, before being clouded by jealousy and possessiveness. He tried smiling to hide it. “You don’t need her. If she cared, she’d be here right now. Don’t you agree, Princess?” 

You nodded, lowering your eyes, but Steve could tell you didn’t agree. 

“Princess, look at me.” He spoke, you looked up. “You don’t need anyone. You have me, right?” 

You nodded again, more firmly. “I know, Stevie but-,” 

You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence. Steve slid his hand into your hair and tugged on it gently to make sure he had your attention. “Because what, huh? Is my love not enough for you? Am I not enough?” His tone was gentle but bitter. His eyes were glossier than before. Anger, jealousy, it all ate him up on the inside. 

You stared into his eyes, your own watering a little. Oh no, you didn’t want to upset him. “You’re my everything, Stevie.” 

Those words shook his entire being, and he released your hair immediately. He looked down for a moment, sighing loudly. He placed his hands on either side of you on the counter, pressing his forehead to your chest. “You’re mine, Princess.” He whispered as your fingers slid into his hair, massaging his scalp to calm him down. It was working. “You’re mine and you don’t need anyone else.” He whispered. “We don’t need anyone.” 

You spoke up immediately, “I know. I don’t need anyone. I have you.” You felt him kiss his way up your neck soon after. 

“But you’re still thinking about your mother, are you not?” He sounded bitter. “She doesn’t care about you, Princess. She never has, neither did your father. They never cared or loved you like I do.” He said softly, but his jealousy was hard to ignore. 

“I know, Stevie.” 

You couldn’t see his face but you knew he was in a bad mood. He eventually said so himself, “You upset me, Princess.” He murmured then resumed kissing your skin. “I do all this for you, buy you what you want, do everything to keep you happy but it seems I’m not enough.” He whispered against your skin and you shivered at his tone. 

“No Stevie, that’s not-,” 

He shut you up by placing his mouth on yours. He kissed you with all he had in him, pouring out all his emotions - the good and the bad. His hands gripped your hips as he kissed you hard and fiercely, not caring that he was biting your lips carelessly. 

You couldn’t help but gasp into the kiss when he swiftly slid you off the counter and set you down on your feet. Steve pulled away and stared into your eyes with love and anger. “I’m all you need, Princess. Why can’t you just accept that?” 

Before you could say something, he turned you around so your front pressed against the edge of the counter and your back to his torso. You gripped the counter as he grabbed your dress on either side and pulled it up until it bunched around your waist. You felt his mouth at the side of your neck; licking and biting and kissing - making your heart race and that intensified when you heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

“I’m gonna show you that I’m enough.” He whispered into your ear. “That I’m all you need, because no one is going to love you as much as I do, Princess.” The sincerity and certainly in his voice sent tingles down your spine. 

You felt him lower your underwear until it reached your ankles. Your heart fluttered and raced all at the same time. You could feel him, pressing against you. His hands on either side of your waist as you pressed the palms of your hands against the cold counter. 

You waited for a moment. Then you felt the tip of his cock press against your folds, slowly rubbing up and down; parting the lips at your entrance. “You’re all mine, Princess.” Steve moaned under his breath as he pushed himself slowly inside of you.

Your grip on the counter grew tighter as you steadied yourself for his thrust, knowing it was coming sooner than you thought. Steadily, Steve filled you up; stretching you all the way like he always did. And he had you whimpering in no time. 

“You belong to me.” He murmured, pushing his face into the crook of your neck. Your mind was foggy as he started rocking into you. Slowly at first, then gradually building up his pace. “Say it.” He demanded. “Tell me you belong to me.” 

You felt all of him. Each time he filled you up entirely, the tip of his cock brushed against your most sensitive spot, and you moaned out loud each time; your walls clenching around him. 

“I’m yours…” you whispered. Your mind was hazy, by him slamming into you. His thrust was animalistic, and rough. Each time he slammed into you, your front crashed against the counter, achingly. But the pleasure his body brought you made up for that.

“Louder.” He growled. “I didn’t hear you.” He taunted, pulling his face away. His hand flew to your hair and he grabbed a fistful of it, and tugged on it; tipping your head back. “I said louder, Princess.” His voice sounded menacing. 

You whimpered as he pounded into your core. His pelvic bone smacking against your ass each time he thrust into you. “I… I’m yours, Stevie” You said, louder like he wanted. 

The sounds of your skin slapping against one another was downright obscene, and the grunts leaving his mouth was even more sinful. You couldn’t see him, yet you knew he looked absolutely, devilishly handsome with his head thrown back, eyes closed, his lips parted as occasional groans escaped his lips. You could imagine him with the frown of pleasure he always had whenever he fucked you. 

“You better remember that, Princess.” He growled into your ear. “You are mine. I love you, and I am the only one you’re allowed to love back. You hear me?” 

You nodded, moaning as he reached every single sensitive spot inside you. You felt a familiar warmth taking over you, and a pressure building in your lower region. You knew you couldn’t hold it any longer. 

And when your walls clenched violently around him, Steve knew you were close as well.

“You’re gonna cum for me, Princess?” he cooed, his voice laced with lust and desire. Seeing you didn’t reply, he tugged on your hair and tilted your head back a little more. He leaned in to kiss your parted lips before pulling away a few inches to spit into your mouth, then leaned in to kiss your swollen lips again. You moaned wantonly as he did. 

“Cum for me.” He slammed his cock harder into you, and your eyes watered. He felt agonizingly good. It didn’t take much for you to come undone after that. Gushing out around his cock, walls pulsating around him; you came, hard.

He did too. With a few strokes against your walls, he came right after you. “All fucking mine.” His warm load shooting inside you, leaving behind his presence as your body shook against the counter.

Carefully, he pulled out. And smiled, satisfied, as he watched how his cum trickled out of you and past your folds. He adjusted his pants and zipped it up. He pulled your underwear up, then finally fixed your dress. 

He leaned in to kiss your cheek. Your back was still against his torso, and his arms were around you. Unable to trust your own body, your hands gripped the counter still. He nuzzled your neck, kissed your skin and moved his lips to your ear. 

“Now tell me, Princess, do you need anyone else? Anyone at all?” He mumbled. 

You shook your head, still hazy. “No, Stevie. You’re all I need. You’re my everything.” You replied, repeating the same words he constantly told you. “I love you.” 

Steve smiled against your skin. “I love you more, Princess.” He added, “Perhaps a little too much.” He meant what he said. 

He didn’t care how many times he’d have to remind you. He would do it as many times as it took, all for you to realize that you belonged to him. There was no one else. No other love, no one else to turn to, nowhere to run. Just him. 

“Now come on, we have cupcakes to ice.” He kissed your cheek before pulling your trembling body away from the counter. 

You smiled up at him. Your Stevie… How could you ever bother about whether anyone else remembered your birthday or not? Stevie was here for you, and he was all you ever needed. He was your everything. You loved him. Only him. 

[lyon-amore]

Mr and Mrs Liars Chapter 26

Chapter 25 Warning: Mention of abuse -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   *Jake POV*  I stayed a little longer at the Donfort house. I have to say, it was the first time for me to experience dad jokes. Hannah and Lilly were a little embarrassed, but they had a good laugh. Their mother, on the other hand, used to put her hand to her head, letting out sighs. From time to time, I would tell a little anecdote from my life before I was wanted by the government. Now that I think about it, I've never told Hannah and Lilly’s parents that. I don't think I'll be able to tell them at the moment. When it's time for me to leave, Hannah and Lilly walk me to the door. I can still see how Lilly is still mad at me.     "Remember to give MC the stuffed animal, please." I say, avoiding sounding disappointed so as not to worry them.     "Of course." Hannah answers and looks at Lilly. "Did something happen? None seem fine."     “Jake is going to lose MC for being a coward.” Lilly replies.     "Lilly…" I say her name with a long sigh.     "Lilly, you can't get into other people's relationships." Hannah turns serious with her. "Although I can't deny it, I'm also disappointed that after what MC told us, you haven't decided to jump in."     "Hannah?" I am surprised at her looking at her now.      Both Lilly and Hannah look at me angrily. Can't they understand that what they say can't be done? I see… I know what they're trying to do. They want to convince me to go look for her.     "I'm sorry Jake, but it's the truth." She strokes her pregnant belly, looking at me with concern. "MC doesn't look the same, it's like…"     “Like she was the MC for the first few months you disappeared,” Lilly makes a disgusted face “only without crying."     “And she hasn't told us, but it's very obvious that her relationship with Phil isn't going well.” Hannah continues. "I think your return has given her hope, but you know her, she always keeps what she promises."     “If what worries you two is that I can be left alone, do not worry, I got used to loneliness once, I can do it again."      They both nod, although not very happy. I know I'm lying, because I hated loneliness when MC came into my life. Thanks to her, I got used to having someone important in my life.     "Well, we'll see each other-"     "But this time with the whole group." Lilly smiles at me. "And yes, implies MC in the group."     "Okay." I let out a laugh and give both of them a kiss on the forehead. "Bye little sisters."     "Bye big brother." They both hug me tight.      I'm so glad that I can be with my sisters like this. Even if I can't be with MC, I will always have my two sisters to be happy with. I get in the car and look at my phone. Seeing the missed call from MC and the notice of a voice message. It doesn't take me long to call the voicemail number and I can hear her worried.     "Jake, I'm MC, I think I know what happened to Schneider, it was Aleena. Aleena is Charlotte Spencer. But there's something wrong with her, I need-"      I try to process what she just told me. I feel that everything that has happened makes sense. I put together the pieces of the puzzle, all the words she has said to me, how she greeted me the first time, her story of her adoption, how she holds so much hate... But she worries me how the call has been dropped, I have to meet with Aleena and have her tell me the truth herself. *MC POV*  I start to open my eyes slowly. My wrists hurt.     "Good morning Princess!" Exclaims Charlotte, singing "How did you sleep? "      I try to compose myself after the sleeping pill. She has two bodyguards on each side. I try to see the environment, the whole room is corked. I suppose so that no screaming can be heard. I’m sitting with my wrists tied to the chair and my feet on each leg of the chair.     "Where are we?" I ask, finding it hard to speak.     "What do you want to know for?" She tilts her head making a grimace "If you're not going to be able to get out of here."     "What do you want from me?"      Aleena walks around the room, with an air of grandeur.     "You are to blame for aaaaall my problems." I can see her anger.      I shake my head to clear my head. I need to clear myself and understand it better.     "But I haven't done anything to you-"     “You!” She yells, her eyes wide, but then she calms down, “You should be the one she suffered, not me."      My God, it can't be that she really has this mentality… No. I don't have to blame her. Charlotte is not to blame for her condition. It's Manfred. It's all his fault.     "Charlotte, listen to me-"     “NO!” She kicks the ground. She is upset "I'm not going to listen to you because everything you're going to say is a lie!"     "No, no, no, really-"     "Shut up!"      She approaches me raising her hand and I close my eyes waiting for the hit. She starts laughing and I open my eyes.     "That's right!" She leans on my arms, squeezing them tightly "Be afraid of me! Same as him! "     "Him?"      They open the door and I see that they bring Schneider tied up. His face is battered, as if he's been beaten up. I don't feel anything when I see him, but I don't want to end up like him. They also bring a chair and do the same thing to it as to me. His hands and feet are tied to the armrests and legs. Schneider doesn't seem to resist.     "Look at them, two criminals together," she claps her hands excitedly. "It's great to have them here."     "Criminals?" I ask, looking at Schneider with disgust. "Are you comparing me to this man?"     "Mmm… Yes, you're right." She shakes his head to the sides, and then nods. She has a very active body, she seems nervous. "You have not done anything to me directly, this man instead has."     “Oh come on, you did enjoy.” I hear Schneider say. "It's not like sometimes you don't come dragging- Oh, right! You did it for money. You were just a bitch."      I want to throw up. Schneider laughs, like he finds it funny to insult her. Charlotte walks up to him and punches him in the nose, making him bleed.     “Ugh… That hurt.” she says, waving her hand. “But it feels great.“     "Please, let me go, Charlotte." I beg again, shifting a bit in my chair "I really haven't done anything wrong to you, you don't have to keep me here! Together we can bring Schneider to justice and I won't say anything about what you have done to me!"      Charlotte looks at me and comes back to me. She grabs my hair and pulls my head back. She hurts me.     "Your father came to see me two months before he died." I swallow, my heart pounding. I didn't expect her to tell me that, but she was telling the truth. "He managed to find me. And you know what he did? " With fear, I shake my head as best I can. "He apologized for abandoning me. For not helping me. He found out and did nothing." She nods at Schneider, making a disgusted face "He let this man go free after eight years. Eight fucking years of having nightmares and waking up at night. Do you even know what that is? No. You don't know and he didn't know either, but he didn't do anything about it because he's like Schneider and Hammer. He's a filthy fucking pig who put his career before having to say he was an accomplice."     "You're wrong, that's not-"      I don't finish the sentence as Charlotte punches me in the stomach.I cry out in pain. The strength she has is rage. Anger at the wrong person.     "I couldn't kill your father." She looks at me angrily, as if it was me who didn't say anything about his situation. I was looking for my father in me, "But I can kill you, the person that both Hammer and Schneider wanted. And so I will stay calm with all the people involved in any way have disappeared."      She punches me again. I cough and then vomit. That one was stronger. A phone rings and she makes an apologetic gesture.     "It's a message from Jake!" She exclaims excitedly "He says he wants to see me!"     "Charlotte, please... please... listen to me..."     "Come on, I have an appointment to keep."      Charlotte and her bodyguard turn around, walking out of the room leaving Schneider and me alone. I don't hate her. I can't hate her. The poor thing has been completely destroyed, it shouldn't be like that. I cry because I feel that I have turned her into this, despite the fact that Schneider is to blame for her. I want to help her, but she doesn't pay attention. I don't know how to get my voice to her consciousness. If we could come to an agreement, we could end this.    “Why did you abandon her, dad?” I murmured, hurt by all the secrets he had kept from me, “You didn't have to worry about me, I wouldn't have blamed you at all.     "She's right." Schneider sucks his blood up his nose, then spits on the ground, "your father isn't that different from me, he's also guilty of being an accomplice."     "Shut up!" I yelled at him angrily, clenching my hands on the armrests of the chair, "You threatened him to hurt my mother and me. You have no right to lie about him like that! "     "Ah, then you know that."      I can't believe what I'm seeing. Right in this very room, I'm looking at a demon. His smile is so wide that it shows all of his teeth, stained with blood. It's scary to see him.     “Yes, Charlotte has told the truth,” Schneider admits calmly, “it's all true. I should have fucked you instead of looking for some poor teenage girl for affection.“     “SON OF A BITCH!“ I try to get up from the chair, but instead of being able to get up, I throw myself to the ground with it “I THINK OF KILLING YOU! I INTEND TO MAKE YOU SUFFER FOR ALL YOU HAVE DONE! EVERYONE ALREADY KNOWS YOU ARE A MONSTER!“      He yawns like he doesn't care about it. Of course, because he will die without going to trial, he is not worried about dying if he can get out of jail.  I hate him.  I hate him.  I hate him so much that I want him dead. How can someone like him exist? He can't be called human because I don't see him as one. I have to stop Charlotte from killing me and help her in any way she can to stop suffering so much. *Jake POV*  I have decided to invite Charlotte to my apartment. This time we have to really talk, finally meeting properly. I have tried to call MC but she doesn't pick up the phone even sent messages but she doesn't answer either. I have notified the group if they know anything. I've left on her voicemail about seven messages. I have a feeling that something has happened to her. I call her back again, sending her eighth voicemail.     "MC, please, this is the eighth message I've left for you." I say, worried for her. "I need you to contact me so I can help you, I can't pick up your signal either, if you're hiding, at least tell me so I can go look for you, because I... I don't know what I would do without-"      The signal sounds that the message time limit has expired. Dammit.Neither do her friends know anything, Dan only knows that she left the bar alone after talking with Aleena. I don't want to think about the worst. I couldn't believe that Aleena would have done something to her if there was no reason-     "Unless it's not for her..." I whisper, thinking about everything that's happened so far. "I can't believe she’s doing it for her father." I put a hand to my head, desperate.      They knock on the door and nervously I go to open it. Aleena- Charlotte, greets me with a big smile.     "It was very surprising that you would have invited me to your apartment, Jake." Charlotte approaches me to kiss me and I stop her.     “I'm surprised to see you again, too, Charlotte.” I reply, not angry.      She turns pale, remaining motionless on the spot.She doesn't seem to react.     “MC's voicemail…” she says at the end.     “Yes, it has arrived without problems.“      Charlotte step inside and I close the door behind her. She walks with her head down, like a little girl who has done something wrong. I invite her to the dining room to sit on the chair. I have the computer ready to show her a proof that she doesn't know exists for the public.     "It's been many years, hasn't it, Jake?" She smiled wistfully.     "Yeah, too many." I sit in the next chair, trying to be as calm as possible. "You should have come to me for help, I could have done something."     "No one could do anything." I see how his eyes begin to fill with tears. "I had Ansel murdered, his wife... All because they wanted to help me... The only thing I could do was disappear, be someone else."     "But I could have helped you."     "You never really cared for me." she wipes her face with tears, starting to whimper "You weren't interested in me at all."     "Not like you wanted, but Charlotte, you were something like a little sister to me, I cared about your well-being."      Charlotte lets out a laugh, although she doesn't seem amused, she's rather melancholy. I try to keep our distances. I placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed lovingly. She looks at me with her eyes already red from crying.     "Tell me, what did you do?" I ask calmly.     "I..." she wipes away her tears again and her breath catches a little from crying, "I ordered Hammer's death... I kidnapped Schneider..." Her expression changes to furious. I can see how she swallows hard "Also to that stupid MC, it's because of her that it all started. And then she'll leave you alone and we can be together…even if it means leaving Phil without his beloved fiancée."     "Charlotte..." I sigh a little desperate. I understand the reasons for hatred towards Hammer and Schneider, but not to MC. She hasn't done anything to her.     "MC is not to blame for anything-"     "But her father is!" She yells, getting up from the chair "Because of him I was under Schneider's power, he knew the truth. Did you know? He even apologized to me for not helping me, but I didn't want his disgusting apology! I just wanted him dead!" I see that she begins to walk through the dining room, pulling a lock of hair, nervous "But they beat me to it, he died in an accident, unfortunately, I was never able to take revenge on him. But there was still his daughter" she looks at me, smiling, it was the smile of a psychopath. I have to help her, she's not right in the head. Revenge never brings anything good "It was for her that they used me! I just wanted money in a decent way and they lied to me! They wanted a copy of that whore!"     "You're wrong, Charlotte." I get up slowly, approaching her carefully, "MC's father didn't help you because he didn't want to, he couldn't do it because they threatened him."     "Lie!" She yells at me and I stop on the spot, scared that she would attack me "He never cared about me! That's why he didn't help me! "     "No, that's not true." I slowly approach her again, placing my hands on her arms, trying to calm her down. "His hands were also tied, he couldn't do anything so they didn't hurt his daughter and his wife."     "And how do you know that?" she asks, pushing me away. "How do you know he couldn't do anything? Do you think I'm going to believe it? You only say it because you want to save MC. it's always her, I'm tired!"     "No, that's not true." Well, a little is, but I mustn't tell her. "I have proof that MC was also in danger, like you." She looks at me skeptically, but finally nods.     "Okay… Then show me."      I walk over to the computer and gesture for her to sit down. She listens to me and I put the video. Charlotte listens intently to the conversation between Schneider and MC's father, totally mesmerized. After finishing the video, she closes the screen, thoughtful.     "Did you know that MC has been obsessed with Ansel's death ever since?" I asked, looking at her sympathetically "She was the only one who wanted to find out what happened, but her father stopped her because he was afraid that she would end up like you or Ansel or his wife."     "She didn't give up?"     "No." I sit down again, taking her hand to relax her. "When she even found out what happened to Charlotte Spencer, she wanted more than ever to find out what happened to that poor teenager, she wanted to give her justice."      Charlotte looks at me surprised. Little by little I see that she calms down and that she begins to relax her body.     "Her father died just two months after talking to me…" From her look, it seems that she is trying to calculate something "As far as I know, they never managed to find the man who caused the accident."     "Do you think the accident was provoked?"     "I... I don't know... But that it was right after talking to me, he made me very angry... Because I wanted to have done it, to have killed him for coming to apologize..."     "Charlotte, I think MC's father wanted to fix what he did in the past by himself, that's why he wanted to keep MC away from Ansel case." I try to think about everything until now. It was very strange that the driver who caused the accident was never found, but there is only one thing that occurs to me. "We can deduce that Schneider found out that he came to see you, but that's not clear to us if we don't talk to him first.” Charlotte looks at me, her jaw clenching. "But for that, you have to help me find out where you have kidnapped MC, she has left her skin in this case to discover the truth and I am sure that more than being angry with you for what you have done, she must be worried."     “My God…"      She gets up from her chair and paces around again, hands on her head, muttering things I don't quite understand. Right now, I'm getting a call, Henry. I put on speakerphone, hoping it's hopeful news.     “Do you know anything about MC? “     “Jake, we have a problem.” Henry sounds worried on the other end, almost nervous. “MC's distress signal was lost, this has never happened to us but at least we have an exact area of some abandoned buildings on the outskirts of the city. “      I look at Charlotte who is now looking at me scared.     “The building is on fire…” Charlotte says quietly.     “What?” I asked, looking at her nervously.     “I-I have ordered when we left to burn the building.“ Her way of saying it seems that of a little girl, as if she had done something wrong “But maybe there is still time to save her, because I ordered them to start from the top so that the foundations…“     "Shit Charlotte!“ I go quickly to get my keys and she follows me “Order them to stop it! And you're going to take me there!“ I toss her the car keys and open the front door, both of us running down the stairs.     "Stop! Don't burn the building! " I hear Charlotte talking on the phone as we go downstairs “How have you already started?! “     "Fuck..."      I am jumping the stairs three at a time, sometimes even in one full jump.     "Then go in and get them out! Already! Don't let them die!" I hear from below. She's not as fast as me “I know I ordered it! But I've changed my mind! Get them out now! And send firemen, policemen, whatever!“ She makes it downstairs and I open the garage door. I run to my car and Charlotte opens the doors.     "How long do you think it will take them to get her out?" I ask, putting on my seatbelt.     "I don't know." She starts the car and starts driving. I just hope that it gives us time to arrive.     I can not keep calm. I have my body nervous, wanting to run to the place.     <<Please, let's get there on time. Don't die, MC! You still can't die!>> *MC POV*  A strange smell seeps through the ventilation. I sniff the room, confused.     "What's that smell? It's too familiar to me." I ask Schneider nervously, even though I don't want to.     “I think they're going to turn us into burned corpses.” He says calmly. ”Anyway... It could be worse... Like being hit by a truck, for example.”     "What?" I look up at him. I'm still on the ground, unable to move, my right side is falling asleep from not being able to change my posture ”What do you mean? ”      He remains silent, smiling. I gasp as I imagine what he was talking about. My father's death! It can't be true what I'm hearing!     “I hope you burn in hell if we die here!” I yelled at him, furious again.     "Save your oxygen to survive a little longer." He tells me, not caring what I say "At least that way you have a bit of peace before you die."      The door opens and some men in suits approach us.  They cut our ropes, and he helps me up.     "Quick! We have to get out of-"      Manfred punches the man rescuing him and grabs his gun, hitting the man who untied me on the head. Then he points it at me. I raise my hands almost in surrender.     "What are you doing?" I ask nervously. "Are you thinking of killing me?"     "No, I'm not going to do it," he signals with the gun for me to walk. "Come on, we have to get out of here. I want to try my new toy."      I don't say anything, I just listen to his words. I’m not an expert in combat and even if I were, he is more trained than me. And a bullet is faster. Chapter 27

[fang-wife]

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loft music | tamaki amajiki

➳ tags ;; mean!reader, sub!tamaki, teasing, mild humilation, degradation, unprotected sex, the petname bunny n fucktoy, sweet lil ending, there’s only one bed, oh no!

➳ wc ;; 2.4k

➳ a/n ;; speed wrote this shit at 6am and it’s currently 9am. i haven’t slept...

edit: reposting cause it didn’t show up in the tags </3 

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He thinks you’re joking most of the time.

It’s to be expected of someone like Tamaki - all nerves, fear, anxiety. He isn’t sure how he’s supposed to believe someone like you actually means all the flirty things you say. Certain you’re making fun of him, he tries his hardest to let the commentary slide off his shoulders like he needs it too.

But it’s hard. You make him feel so frazzled. It’s so hard to pretend he isn’t bothered by your too close touches, the warmth of your breath, the feeling of your body pressed against his when you hold his arm on patrols. It’s like he knows - deep down, that you’re doing it to mess with him. He knows that you’re doing it to see him frustrated because you make that face when he squirms. It’s so evil and so mean and humiliating -

and so unbelievably arousing. It makes his breath catch in his lungs - his stomach twist and turn. It makes his entire body burn with desire and he hates it. He feels uneasy when he sees you - not knowing what thing you’ll do to string him along like before. There’s a restless that you’ve grown inside him - planted in his heart and lungs that he finds inescapable. He’s more afraid of it when you’re not there, on the days you don’t bother him at all.

He can’t understand himself. Why he’s so disappointed when you’re partnered with someone else on patrol. Why he goes home feeling extra miserable when you haven’t said something to push his buttons. It makes him feel like a puppy waiting for it’s master - downtrodden and depressed without your attention.

There’s the jealousy too. That bitterness in his mouth when that new rookie clings to your side with doe-eyes. It made him sick to see you pinch the newbies cheek with any kind of affection - ruffling his hair and throwing your arm around his shoulder.

It’s all unreasonable. And confusing. He doesn’t know how to feel about you and can’t determine how you feel about him. There’s not even anyone he can tell because how was he supposed to explain himself?

But he has to rid himself of this frustration somehow - manage it before he really breaks down.

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He knows for certain that being on this mission with you, alone - in this room with one bed, will not help him at all.

He cannot remember a time he felt this miserable. His heart damn near fell out of his ass when the receptionist told him about the mix-up. It didn’t help that he saw that little whimsical look in your eyes when you registered it. The faux disappointment and shrug. Tamaki doesn’t trust you at all, not one bit.

He figures he must’ve done something truly evil in a past life to deserve this. He’s expecting some kind of commentary from you given the whole situation when you enter the room. There’s a couch, and a desk. A singular lamp and a TV - and the bed is big but not big enough for two. Not big enough for you to sleep truly separate.

He awaits your commentary anxiously, as your eyes drink in the surroundings. He’s not sure what he’s expecting, but he knows it’s not you opening the curtains and staring out into the city.

“It’s really a beautiful. Shame we’re only here for a mission,” ― you sigh, stretching your arms and yawning ― “I’ll take the couch tonight, by the way. We should sleep soon,”

His eyes widen. Did he hear you correctly?

“Sorry, what?”

You turn your head and blink at him, head cocked to one side. You blink a few times before knitting your brows together.

“Hm?”

“Y-you’re gonna sleep on the couch?”

You nod.

“Yeah. You’ll be using your quirk a lot tomorrow, so at least for tonight - I’ll take the couch”

Tamaki isn’t sure what he’s supposed to feel about it. He knows it shouldn’t be disappointment. He nods dumbly.

“Oh.. okay”

“Cool. I’m gonna get washed up and head to bed - I’m beat”

He watches you slink off to the bathroom, dumbfounded.

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You’re putting on skin cream as Tamaki contemplates your proposal. The only thing in the background is some TV drama - but the words are blurring. His head is racing with a million thoughts. You’re not even fazed - seemingly off somewhere in your own world as Tamaki sorts his own emotions out by weight.

Everything else, reason, shame, anxiety - is drowned by the most unpleasant feeling of disappointment he’s ever experienced. He’s trying his hardest to understand it but every time he tries - his brain fires off into question marks. Why the hell is he so disappointed? Shouldn’t he be relieved?

But he isn’t. He feels so uneasy he wants to throw some kind of tantrum but he can’t. He’s changed into pajama pants and a loose white shirt - his legs crossed on the bed. He chews his lip nervously. Why does he feel like this?

“Uhm, y-you know you should.. sleep on t-the bed with me. Uhm, since - we’re both gonna be.. uhm, busy”

What is he saying? What is he doing?

You pause, turning over your shoulders with your brow quirked. You mask your amusement, straightening your face.

“Oh.. uh - you sure? Won’t that be uncomfortable for you?,”

Obviously.

“No!”

You smile at him.

“Then.. sure. Let me know if I make you uncomfortable”

And with that you turn away to face the mirror - finishing the rest of your skincare and putting it away as Tamaki anxiously sets alarms on his phone and adjusts his side of the bed. He tucks himself in before you do - with his eyes closed, listening to the rustling of your movement. He waits and waits for what feels like an eternity until your body weight dips on the other side of the bed.

He can feel you. Your body radiating a pleasant warmth - the smell of hotel soap and your skin cream and whatever detergent you always use. He buries his face into his pillow to try and mask his burning humiliations but his mind feels so blank. If he moves an inch your bodies would be touching - the lights are off but the city is bright enough that it doesn’t matter. Tamaki shuts his eyes and prays for something. Not entirely sure what, but something.

You move around and bristle against him - and he flinches.

“Tamaki, you okay? Sorry about that -”

Your voice has gone low in the night, soft and gentle. He squirms. Unsure what to do with this leftover frustration, he hugs his pillow to his body and buries his face in it.

“‘m fine,”

“.. You sure? You seem kinda off. You can talk to me,”

Your assurance is gentle. It makes Tamaki feel strange. You’re lucky he can’t see you because your smile would give you away. He’s so obvious it hurts you, but you play nice. You can be mean later, soon so for now  - you play nice.

He doesn’t say anything - doesn’t know what to do with himself. His cock twitches pathetically in his pants and he freezes. His body runs cold with a shiver. You turn to face his back.

Tamaki feels like prey more than ever. Like most predators, you know when to sink your teeth in. He’s not exception not really. You scoot closer to him, voice just a whisper.

“Am I making you uncomfortable, Tamaki?”

He can’t answer, but he shakes his head.

“No? Then what is it?”

You’re close. Too close. He trembles as your body presses against his back - let’s out a noise.

“Use your words, Tama - I won’t bite. Why do you feel like this, hm?”

Your hands hover above him. His body shudders. His voice hiccups, a sob deep within his ribcage pouring out of him. It becomes clearer than ever that he needs you to touch him. Shame blooms in his belly.

“I won’t touch you till you say yes” ― you sound amused, the kind he’s learned to recognize ― “If you want to go to sleep, just say the word”

He breaks. Shatters into pieces as a tremor tears through him.

“Please,”

“Please what?”

“Touch me, touch me please - can’t,”

Your hands come up under his shirt, pinching his nipples as you place a kiss to his shoulder. His back arches, whimpering as his eyes shoot open. Your breath ghosts along the nape of his neck, your hands settled at his chest.  

“Okay” ― you soothe ― “Turn around for me, baby”

Baby. Tamaki shudders as he flips over to face you. You reach over to flip the lights on - only a gap between you two. His brain feels like it’s melting - your face is so close to his own. You give him a small smile - eyes brimming with tears and expression burning red. You reach your hand to wrap around his neck and bring him towards,  kissing him feverishly. He moans when he feels your tongue in his mouth.

He kisses you eagerly, hands frozen at his side as your tongue explores his mouth. Outlines his teeth, brushes against his own - he melts into the touch. He whines disappointedly when you stop.

Your hand cups his face.

“You’re such a pervert, Tamaki” ― you grin, brushing your thumb against his lower lip befores ticking it in his mouth ― “Got so antsy without me. You like being teased so much?”

Not in a spot to deny it, he merely shuts his eyes.

“...why did you stop t-teasing me?”

You chuckle, kissing the shell of his ear as your hands slide up his waist, around his body.

“I thought you didn’t like it baby,”

He muffles himself, mumbling about how he didn’t think he did either. Your hand travels down, squeezes his hard cock from his pajama pants. Gasping for air, he moans and ruts into your palm.

“You like when I’m mean to you, Tama? Like when I make fun of you ‘n tease you?”

“Hnggh”

You hold a hand up to his mouth with a warm smile.

“Spit”

His eyes go wide as you blink at him curiously. A pang of shame hits as he spits into your palm weakly, watching through lidded eyes as your hand travels to his cock - just underneath his sweats. His hands fist the sheets as you pump him lazily.

“You’re cock is so red ‘n pretty, Tamaki”

“You’re ― hic ― you’re m-making fun of me”

“’s that why you’re so hard? It’s drooling all over my hand. You’re so wet - they’re gonna have to change our sheets in the morning” ― you tease ― “They’re gonna know how lewd you are bunny, so much keeps coming out when I touch you”

He shakes his head, grits his teeth. He can feel himself creaming into your fist, overwhelmed by your touch. His eyes are screwed so tight it aches. So lost in pleasure and the sound of your voice humiliating him.

“You like being my little fucktoy, bunny? Like when I treat you like a pet and play with you whenever I like?,”

“Aaah, aah - pl-please” ― he shakes his head furiously ― “can’t t-take it, please”

“Bet you’re gonna make the cutest face when I let you fuck my pussy,”

His eyes shoot open as he feels you scoot closer to him. You pull his pants down swiftly - your hand covered in pre-cum. He watches with wide eyes as you pull your own shorts down, a string of arousal trailing down your thigh. Tamaki watches it with hearts in his eyes, making you laugh deeply. It’s an affirmation that you meant everything you said - that he was making you like that too. It’s enough to make him sniffle.

He watches as you lift your leg up - tugging his cock towards you. It’s pretty - thin and long and so red it’s almost purple. Your cunt envelops it . Clit throbbing against the tip, Tamaki’s sure he’ll cum if he moves. You grind against him so slowly, bringing his face towards you.

His mouth drops open as you kiss him. His dick is twitching relentlessly at the way you gasp.

“Feel how wet you make me when you look all pathetic?”

“Can I please, nghh - can you please let me,”

“Wanna cream inside me, bunny? Wanna fuck me so bad you’d do anything?”

He nods rapidly. A silent scream leaves his mouth as you adjust - slide yourself right down onto his cock. You feel so much better then he could ever picture. Soft and tight and warm and wet - like pure fucking velvet. His hands dip into your hips for support. Through lidded eyes, he watches your hand come down between your thighs.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t - ‘m gonna,”

You feel him spurt his hot cum into you with a loud, broken cry. His throat, sored from exhaustion, doesn’t serve him any better when you start moving. Fucking yourself on his overstimulated, half-hard cock with face paced rhythm. Your fuckin his cum right back into you and he’s sobbing through the overstimulation. His mind feels so broken - so pliant and obedient.

“’s too much ― ! p-please, can’t”

“Shh, ‘sokay baby,”  ― you groan, meeting him in a kiss that manages to overwhelm him even more ― “Fuck, gonna cum, fuck”

The tension in your gut snaps like a rubber band and your whole body spams. Clenching down so tightly on Tamaki, he sobs. You’re whispering good-boy and other praises until you’re down and sobered from your high.

When you open your eyes - Tamaki is staring at you in amazement. His cock has gone soft inside you but you don’t bother telling him to pull out.

“You did so good baby,” ― you kiss the crown of his head ― “good job”

He feels small and warm under your touch. A blush forms on his cheeks, words completely failing him to express himself. You don’t make him. Brushing your thumb against his cheeks, you smile.

“I know I tease you a lot, Tama - but I really do like you,’

His eyes shoot up in surprise. He shrinks when he hears you giggle, flushing.

“I.. I l-like you too”

You chuckle, petting his hair and burying his face in your chest. You let your chin rest atop his head and nod.

“Then we’ll have to talk more tomorrow. Let’s sleep, okay?”

He blushes, embarrassed but content..

“O-okay..”

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[not-a-space-alien]

Magnanimous Moonrise Chapter 4M

In this chapter:  Valen turns out to be one of those dogs who only like women and growls at men 

Story masterpost

Here is the corresponding chapter in the complementary story.

Content/content warnings for this chapter: Nonconsensual bondage/restraint/being trapped, gag/muzzle, heavy emotional distress

Valen heard voices outside, more voices.  Men’s voices.

That raised his hackles.

“Ari, you son of a bitch!  You actually did it?”

Valen felt the van dip under him, as presumably Ari got up.  “What, like it’s hard?  How come you all haven’t managed it yet?”

They were talking about him like he was a particularly wily rabbit in their snare.  They were laughing and congratulating each other.  I’m going to die here.  Die, or something worse.

“We sent your girl straight to the ER when she came in,” said one of the men.  “Her face was busted, man.”

“Don’t call my girlfriend’s face busted.”

“We get it, you’re gay.”

“Bisexual.”

“Same thing.”

Valen winced as the back door was thrown open, three human silhouettes outlined by the terrifying sun behind them.  “Shit,” said one of the men.  “You really do just have a whole ass vampire in your car, huh.”

“What did you fucking think?  That we just brought back his leg or something?”

“Damn, woman, don’t bite my ear off.”  Valen watched in terror as one of the men clambered up into the cargo space next to him, leaning over to look at him.

“Don’t look him in the eye,” said the other man.  “They can use persuasion that way.”

“Some of them,” said the first man.  He blinked at Valen, but he had already averted his eyes, gaze glued to the man’s shins a foot away from his face.

“I guess this one can’t,” said Ari.  “Or he would have done it already.”

“Unless he’s just biding his time.”

Valen squeezed his eyes shut.

“So are you lazy fucks gonna help me move him inside or did you just come out here to gawk at him?”

“Geez, fine.  This thing got handles on it?”

“Yeah, on the sides.  I think it’s a two-person job.”

No no no no no.  They were going to drag him out into the sun while he was locked into place, unable to even throw his hands up to shield his face, or open his mouth to scream and plead.

His chest heaved in terrified gasps as hands came on the handles, starting to drag him forward.  He felt heat on his boots as they came out into the sun.

“Oh, hold on a minute,” said Ari’s voice, and mercifully the sliding stopped.  The sound of her footsteps on gravel.  Cloth rustling.  He kept his gaze trained on the ceiling, his quaking rattling the chains slightly.

He saw Ari’s hands tossing something on top of the cage.  His cloak.  She pulled it across until the top half of the cage was covered, his exposed skin enveloped in shadow.

Thank you, he thought, almost crying at how low he’d sunken that this was a relief for him.  Thank you, thank you, thank you.

“What’s the matter?  You afraid of hurting it?”

“I don’t give a shit about its feelings,” Ari snapped.  “I’m just doing it because Lex would be upset if he got burnt.”

“Sure, sure.  Softie.”

“Hey this is just like when I put a blanket over my birdcage.  It makes them go to sleep.  They think it’s night.”

You have a bird? Valen thought.  I want to see the bird.

There was a round of laughter.  Despite his terror, he felt a twinge of jealousy again, wishing he were in a position where he could partake in the camaraderie.

The world tilted as they lifted him down and out of the van.

“Shit, he’s heavy.”

“It’s the cage, dumbass.  It’s gotta weigh like a thousand pounds.”

Valen closed his eyes against the filtered sunlight coming through the cloak–it was mercifully scant, but he felt it stinging.  Just a little.

He heard the sound of a garage door opening, then the sun faded.  He shuddered in relief.

More metal rattling, the sound of reinforced doors being unlocked.  The hands carried him deeper into the belly of the beast, into the heart of the den.

He felt his prison being lowered to the ground, then come to a stop with a thump.

More voices.

“Woah, shit, it actually worked.”

“Oh my god, you actually got one.”

“Holy shit, Ari.  Let me see it.”

All men’s voices.  Valen’s face twisted into an unseen snarl, and with savageness that surprised even himself, he let out a rolling growl, slamming his head into the top of the cage so hard it banged off the floor for a brief second.

The cloak slipped off the cage and pooled onto the floor, letting him see the full view of all the hunter’s shocked faces as they took a step back.  His forehead felt warm, dark blood leaking from his skull, visible soaking his white hair.  He ground his teeth on the bit, hackles still raised.

“Je-je-sus,” said one of the men.  “Be-be careful with that thing.”

He peeled his upper lip all the way back, exposing the full length of his fangs.  That’s right.  Be afraid of me.  You fucking bastard.  I’ll kill you if I get the chance.  Stay the fuck away from me.  I hate you.  Don’t touch me.

His eyes flitted over to the doorway as Lex came back in, now with a bandage on her nose.  Her eyes fell on Valen.  She looked worried.  She apparently thought better of offering a comment though.  “Where’s Nick?”

“He’s on the phone with the director.”

Valen’s ears perked up, straining to hear the noise in the background now.  With his preternatural hearing, now that he knew to listen for it, he could faintly hear the sound of a voice talking on the phone.

Oh boy, whoever was on the other end of the line sounded angry.

“Oh boy,” said Ari.  “I bet he’s just thrilled with this new development.”

“I thought he gave Nick the OK to do this?” said another hunter.  “He authorized Nick to put a bounty on bringing a live vampire back.”

The other hunters laughed.

“Yeah,” said one wryly.  “To get him to shut up.  He didn’t think anyone would actually do it.”

“The director was bluffing,” said Ari.  “Because vampires are so damn hard to catch live because of persuasion, he thought none of us could do it.  He doesn’t actually want a vampire in the building.”

A glimmer of hope.  Maybe if whoever was in charge wasn’t happy, that would mean he could get out of here.  But…no, a human would probably just want him to be killed instead.

Valen’s attention snapped back to Lex as she braced herself on the cage.  “Hah!  That’ll show him.  And he’s contractually obligated to pay out the bounty.”

Another human came into his field of view, a man’s hand.  He headbutted the wires above him again, bearing the brunt of the stinging silver if it meant getting a chance at scaring him off.  Don’t fucking touch me.

The hunter jerked his hand back without actually putting any of his fingers through the bars enough to reach.  A pity.  “Yeesh…Well, Nick can have him.”

“Speaking of,” said Ari.

Another man had appeared in the doorway, an unhinged smile on his face.  “You did it.  Thank you!  Thank you!”

Oh, thought Valen.  Oh no.  He didn’t like the look of this guy at all.  Unlike the others, he seemed excited to see him, not scared.  He shuddered.  That…didn’t seem good.

The other hunters reacted to his presence as well; they all looked slightly less at ease.  Lex tugged at Ari’s arm.  “Come on, Ari.  You have to get your leg seen to.”

No no no no.  Don’t leave me here with them.

“Wait, ladies, I have to give you the bounty for your hard work!”  The newcomer circled the cage like a shark.  “And, everyone, after some…heated discussion…with the director, he has simply given me the guidelines that, for safety, we can only open the coffin when at least two people are present."

This wretched device they'd locked him in was called the coffin. Fitting, but it made his blood boil. Is this a joke to you?

"So who wants to be the lucky volunteer and help me take this specimen downstairs?”

“I will,” Lex said quickly.

Was Valen imagining this?�� Was it wishful thinking?  Was he projecting, or did Lex seem to actually care a little bit?

“I see how it is,” said Ari.  “Rather spend time playing with Nick in the basement than helping your poor, hurt girlfriend to the nurse.”

Lex stammered, “We can–We can do that together and then go help Nick right afterwards.”

“Well,” said the upsettingly enthusiastic man, “I don’t hear any other volunteers, so…”  He beamed.  “I’ll wait right here for you to get back!”

Valen watched their boots squeak out of sight, further into the compound.  He kept his eyes fixed on them, purposefully ignoring the man hovering above him.

The other hunters dispersed slowly, until Valen was alone with Nick.

Valen felt Nick’s eyes on him.  His fearful trembling started back up.  He refused eye contact for as long as he could, until he couldn’t stand it anymore.

Nick was just grinning at him.  He wished he hadn’t looked.  “We’re going to have so much fun together.”

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[dreamcatcherrs]

streamers finding out youre pregnant?

the mcyts reaction to finding out their s/o is pregnant

+ this is a reaction to if you had been wanting to get pregnant, and that you and the specific mcyt had been wanting this for a while. so only fluff, no angst :) I can do an angst version, though?

dream:

after you told him the amazing news his whole face just lit up

he’d lift you up in the air

and spin you around

would set you down and then give you a big fat kiss on the lips

“I’m gonna be a dad?”

you don't think you'd ever seen him that happy before

he’d tell everyone almost immediately

and would want to go out and buy a bunch of baby stuff

just to be ready

would shower with you in the bath tub

with, like, a specific bath bomb you'd mentioned before

and washes your hair for you

always has an eye on you

and doesn't want you lifting heavy stuff

ever

won't let you do anything that contains more work than lifting a finger

very protective over you

georgenotfound:

would be really surprised at first

just imagine the grin on his face

I mean, he would be smiling till his cheeks started aching

pulls you into a hug and kisses the top of your head

“this is crazy. I just…I can't wait.”

would make sure you go for walks together

because he says then your baby will learn the area quicker

and you explain that the baby can't actually see out of your stomach

but he just brushes it off

will rage eat with you

just buys a bunch of fast foods and eats if with you

whilst simultaneously making sure you're eating all of the right things

he literally has a list of foods you should eat

speaking of lists, he also has a list of names

boy and girl names

he’s just so excited to be a dad

sapnap:

“are you serious?”

would punch the air in happiness

and then hug you tightly

but not too tightly cause he'd be afraid to hurt the baby

even though there wasn't really a baby yet

would take so much care of you

you need a snickers bar?

he’ll buy every single candy in the world

your back is hurting?

he’ll be your personal massager

or he’ll get you one

he’ll take days off just to be with you and the growing baby

LOVES touching your belly bump once you get one

and will definitely be talking to it

and calling the baby “he” because he is so convinced that it's going to be a boy

he’s cute or whatevuh😩

badboyhalo:

“you’re pregnant?!”

immediately gets on his knees and rests his forehead against your stomach

“that’s my little baby in there... I can’t believe it, pumpkin.”

gives you kisses all over your face

he will always remind you of how beautiful you are

and how you have a natural glow to you now that you’re pregnant

and he tells you how much he loves you all the time

and that he’s so excited to have a baby with you

makes sure you’re fed all the time

because now there has to be enough for 2 people

also makes sure not to eat the things you can’t eat during the pregnancy

would do everything for you and always looks out for you

technoblade:

when you told him the happiest smile broke onto his face

techno is a softie when it comes to you

so having a baby?

he is gonna be the sweetest dad is all I can say

hugs you and kisses you

he’s just in awe that he’s gonna be a dad soon

treats you like royalty

even if you're just calling for him because you're hungry

he will stop his stream and be with you for the rest of the day

or for multiple days if that's what you need

he’s still his usual techno self

(and by that I mean he still takes care of you quietly)

but you do feel his stares on you sometimes when you're doing literally nothing

like, even just when you're standing up from the couch once you have a bigger bump

he’ll be ready to be by your side if you need help

afraid you'd fall

very soft (but that’s just a fact we all know)

wilbur soot:

“really? baby, that's great!”

like dream, he’d spin you around

and then gently place a hand on your stomach

and just smile at you

he’d always be smiling

and makes sure you're never uncomfy

would buy you a special soft pillow

so you’d sleep better

he’d almost always have a hand on your bump

or look at it from a distance

wilbur as a dad is just🥺

would probably want a little girl

so he could braid her hair

(even if it looks horrible)

but nonetheless he’s just so happy to be a dad

skeppy:

I could just imagine him screaming “are you serious?”

he would then grab your face in his hands and then just stare at you

until his eyes gazed down at your stomach

he would be panicking

because he didn't know what to do

at the grocery store he would've made a list of things to get you

and would be running around trying to find them

has his eyes on you at all costs

“don't lift that!”

“are you trying to slip and fall?!”

even if you were literally just walking to the fridge

is a little scared about the whole birth thing

but doesn't want to scare you as well

so he just pushes it to the back of his head

because how bad can it really be?

for him, at least

would want to do a gender reveal as a youtube video

but only if you wanted to

very dramatic

but very loving

karl jacobs:

he would have his hand over his mouth when you told him

then starts laughing

“we’re gonna be parents?”

he’s honestly just so speechless

cradles your head in his neck and just smiles

almost cries

almost

he’s gonna be such a great dad

I mean have you see him with tucker?

he’s just so cute (yes, I’m a karl simp)

will rub your feet

or your lower back

or wherever you need to get those muscles loosened up

can get kinda scared sometimes

about the whole dad thing

but feels a lot better after talking to you about it

just like he makes you feel better, you make him feel better as well

buys cute little socks literally 8 months before the due date

bc he thinks they’re cute

fundy:

his surprised expression would slowly turn into a smile

would mumble out something in dutch

before hugging you so tightly

like, you actually had to say you couldn’t breathe for him to let you go

“I’m sorry baby, I’m just so happy!”

buys a bunch of baby stuff… the day after you told him

he just can't wait

always holds your hand during doctor’s appointments

and makes sure you're seated or laying down comfortably

especially once your bump gets big

talks to the baby through your stomach

so they can recognise his voice once you've given birth

always makes sure you feel beautiful

by complimenting you every day

multiple times

because if anything you look more beautiful than ever

will brush your hair

and brush his fingers through your hair

makes sure you feel loved all the time

quackity:

panic

as in pre-parental panic

but quickly recovers and tells you how fucking great it is that you're gonna have a baby together

and that he just can't believe he’s gonna have an actual baby with you

you bet he’ll be looking up tips for being a dad

he wants to do everything perfectly

and tries his very best to be there for you

does all of the chores

and still makes time for you

you'd get worried about him overworking himself

but when you tried to help him

he’d just make you sit down again

“you're not doing any work. too dangerous for little q.”

you'd accomplished making him stop doing all the work by luring him over with cuddles

he’d get you any food you wanted

fast food, healthy food

whatever you wanted, as long as you're always full, he’s happy

punz:

“really? you're serious?”

mans’ smile is brighter than the sun

pulls your shirt up to kiss your stomach all over

and then rests his hands on your hips and kisses you gently

“you're gonna be the best mom, you know that?”

like dream, he gets very protective of you

won't even let you get something that you can't reach by an inch

never drinks any liquor or coffee while you’re pregnant

because he knows you can't

highkey really loves your big bump

and tells you all the time

as well as how sexy you are

and will stay up late until you fall asleep

especially on those nights where it seems unbearable for you to fall asleep

the two of you would paint the room for the baby together after the gender was revealed

and then buy furniture that matches the room

he’d suggest exercises you could do for pain relief he’d seen on the internet

and even do them with you if that’s what you wanted

anything to make you happy

awesamdude:

HE’S SO HAPPY OMG

would cry if he wasn't so fucking excited

squeezes your hand

while putting a hand on your stomach

he can't wait to see the growth

he wants you to feel absolutely no stress

because he can't imagine the amount of emotions you must already feel with your baby growing inside of you

so he does everything for you to avoid that

and if you do feel stressed he suggests cuddles

then yoga for pregnant women

and then more cuddles

cooks delicious food for you

and buys cute little outfits for the baby

and tiny little shoes🥺

eret:

picks you up right then and kisses you

all over the place

“holy fuck, y/n. this is just… I’m so fucking happy right now.”

does literally EVERYTHING for you

laundry? he’s got it

dinner? he’s got it

waking up early because you can't sleep and then massages your shoulders because he's an absolute sweetheart? yep, he’s got it

fucking loves everything about you being pregnant

but he’s sure you don't like it just as much

I mean, you're the one who’s carrying a literal baby

so he believes it gets pretty goddamn hard for you sometimes

and therefore takes many breaks from streaming

just to hang out with you

you’d go to baby furniture stores together

until you found the perfect things

feeds you loads of chocolate

or ice cream

whatever you want, really

he discovers that he fucking loves pregnancy

hope you enjoyed this! never written something like this before, but it got me all soft…

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[wildernessuntothemselves]

Fearing You, Loving You | Part 1

Sequel to I'm Yours, You're Mine

Genre: Smut

Warnings: yandere!felix, sub!felix, dom!reader, lactation kink, tit fucking, degradation. 

“Just fucking feed.” You shout at the baby in your arms who refuses to suckle anymore. Your breasts had become so overfilled lately, it was painful, and the damned baby refused to feed more than a little here and there, leaving you frustrated and in pain.  

Felix quickly steps up to where you were sitting on the bed and takes the baby away from you, a look of concern on his face as if he’s worried you’ll hurt the baby which is fucking rich coming from him.

Swinging the girl in his arms, he tries to lull her to sleep. “Calm down, noona.”

Anger surges up inside you at his words, and you whisper at him harshly, careful to keep your voice down so the damned child would go to sleep. “Calm down? Why don’t you try having breasts fucking bursting with milk that that stupid baby won’t drink, huh? But I guess I shouldn’t expect any sympathy from you. You did this to me!”

You notice his face flush and he turns away from you, putting the baby in her bassinet, and you think he’s embarrassed for being called out. Boy, were you wrong. You shouldn’t have assumed that he has any shame.

Felix comes over to join you in the bed, getting on top of you and pushing you so you’d lie down on your back then he lifts your shirt up. You let him do what he wants, by now having learned that it’s better not to resist. He cups your breasts gently, moving and pressing on them experimentally until some milk seeps out of your nipples. He gasps when he sees the white liquid, mouth opening and eyes becoming half-lidded. 

“Felix?” You ask, sure you were imagining things. But then he bends down and laps up the milk with his tongue. “Felix, what are you doing?!” 

He looks up at you from over your chest, eyes completely hazy now. “Let me take the pain away, noona.” 

“Wha--” Your question gets cut off as Felix latches onto one of your nipples and sucks, drawing the milk out of your breast. You squirm under him but he holds you tight, not letting you pull away, and soon, you begin to feel a little relief, the breast he is sucking on not quite so painfully overfilled anymore. And a little later, it’s not just relief you feel, but arousal. 

It’s been a long time since Felix touched you. First you were getting too big and it was becoming painful and you had persuaded him that it could harm the baby, and after you’d given birth the doctor recommended that you not have sex for six weeks, a piece of advice you clung to and greatly welcomed. 

But to your surprise and mortification, the deprivation wasn’t just getting to Felix but to you too. Especially that he would jerk himself off almost every night, right in front of you as he got off to the sight of your round belly and your swollen breasts, moaning and whimpering about how he can’t wait to fuck you again, for you to fuck him again. 

You couldn’t admit to him that you were feeling needy too. Neither could you touch yourself discreetly because he was always with you. So now, with the first contact in months, you can’t help getting wet. 

Felix seemed to be enjoying it a lot too as you feel his hips start to move against your thigh as he lets out little groans of appreciation between pulling and sucking on your nipple. 

You’re the one to push him to the other breast, needing it to be milked too so it would stop hurting and Felix gladly obliges, suckling on it eagerly as he humps your leg. 

Tangling your hand in his messy hair, you make him look at you. “Fucking pervert. Are you getting off on this?” 

Your glistening nipple falls out of his mouth as he moans and bucks his hips particularly hard against you, happy you’re finally giving him attention. “I’m just trying to help, noona.” He whimpers, pulling back slightly and squeezing your breast, groaning as more milk leaks out. “I did this to you.” He repeats your earlier words but it comes out as more of prideful and awed proclamation than a guilty one. He loves that he made you this way. 

“I want to keep you like this forever.” Pulling back, he spreads your legs and pushes your panties to the side. “I should knock you up again.” 

Alarmed, you slap him, “No!” 

You immediately realize your mistake and flinch back, preparing for his retaliation, but to your surprise he just whimpers and stares at you expectantly. Quickly gathering your wits, you understand what is happening. He wants you to take control. He’s been craving it for months, but he just wasn’t confident in giving you back control yet. But now that the baby is born, he must feel so much more secure. 

To test your theory, you slap him again on the same cheek. “Bad boy!” 

“Mommy…” Felix whimpers, trying to get closer to you again, the new title he'd given you since your pregnancy lewd on his tongue. “Fuck me, mommy.” 

“You think I’ll let your dick anywhere near me after all you did to me?” 

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to make sure we’d be together. I love you.” 

"Shut up, you selfish slut." You pull him up by his hair until he's straddling just below your chest. Grabbing his dick, you start pumping it. "The only thing you care about is getting your rocks off. You don't care about me."

"I care! I love you!" He bucks into your hold, mouth falling open. "Just needed you to see."

You let go of his dick and he whines at the loss and thrusts into the empty air, his dick almost touching your face. You slap his dick and he winces and stops moving. 

"Since you like my tits so much, why don't you fuck them?" You tell him, holding your breasts together. "Wanna fuck mommy's tits, dirty boy?"

He nods eagerly and pushes his dick between your breasts. He tries to hold onto them to steady himself but you smack his hands away. "Hands behind your back, slut." 

He obeys, and although he finds it difficult to stabilize himself, he does his best, thrusting his dick between your breasts. He’s fractic about it, the deprivation getting to his head and the sight of his dick disappearing between your tits pushing him to the edge fast. 

“You like it, baby?” 

“Yes, mommy. Thank you.” He cries, his thrusts getting sloppy, and you know he’s close. But just before he can cum, you let your breasts go and grab the base of his dick tightly, cutting off his orgasm. 

He whines loudly and tries to thrust into your closed fist but your grip is way too tight. "Mommy, don't tease please. It's been too long."

“I’ll do what I fucking please. You’re mine, aren’t you?” You say ominously, reminding him of his promise to you before your pregnancy. 

He lets out little sobs as the high leaves his body, but he doesn’t protest anymore. “Yes, mommy. All yours.” 

When he calms down, you order him to fuck your tits again. And once again, you staunch off his orgasm right before he explodes. Then you wait until he’s away from the edge and repeat the whole process over and over again until he's shaking and crying above you.

“M-mommy---ahhh----p-please let me c-cum. Mommy, please!” Tears stream down his face as he struggles to stay seated over you even though you’ve let him use his hands to anchor himself by now.  

“Wanna cum, baby?” You murmur, lightly tracing your thumb over his wet, red dick. 

He nods his head violently. “Please, please, please.” 

You grab one of your breasts with your free hand and rub the nipple over his weeping slit. Felix takes in a sharp breath as he watches you rub your engorged nipple against the head of his dick. Smirking up at him, you squeeze your breast a little, letting some of the milk leak drip down his cock. 

"Fuck!" Felix shouts, cum dribbling out of his dick like your milk. He thrusts against your breast but your grip on his cock doesn’t really allow him to get much stimulation, and he starts wailing, frustrated out of his mind from the maddening pleasure that was enough to make him cum but not enough to give him the satisfaction he craved. 

His cries wake up the baby, but he barely notices, tearfully begging you to give him a proper orgasm. “Please... stroke my dick, noona---ngh---just o-once or twice. Ah---T-that’s all I need. P-please.” 

But you just push him off, wiping your hands on the sheets.  "You already came. You're not cumming again today and certainly not in mommy's pussy."

“But m-mommy--” He tries to cling onto you but you push him away resolutely. “Go put the baby to sleep. You woke her up.”

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A/N: lol let me know if you want more IYYM drabbles or if I should write something new. in any case give me ideas for either cuz I’m feeling uninspired  

[lady-riel]

“Sworn His Shadows Sang” Chapter 20 - Gwynriel fic

Chapter 20 summary: Gwyn wakes Azriel up in the morning. Lots of NSFW smut.

A/N: I'm still hard at work writing the rest of this fic (I'm thrilled with how much progress I've made), and it'll be a little while before I start regular updates again but I wanted to post this one as a CC2 celebration, and because none of my future decisions on this fic should have an impact on this chapter.

Read on A03

Previous chapters linked here

Original summary: One evening Azriel asks Gwyn to eat dinner with him. Kisses, hurt/comfort, smut, bathtub fun, and more ensues. Also Gwyn has more ties to the Autumn Court than she realizes.

Warnings for mentions of past SA, flashbacks, NSFW smut.

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Chapter 20

The early dawn light nudged Gwyn out of sleep. So did something poking into her stomach. She smiled to herself, burrowing deeper into Azriel’s chest and inhaling his night-mist scent.

She peeked up to see that he was still asleep, though his slow, even breaths had indicated as much. It was rare that she woke before him. They were facing each other on their sides, legs tangled together, and Azriel’s arms were still banded around her where they’d stayed the whole night.

Gwyn took another deep breath of his scent, pressing closer, enjoying the feel of his silky hard-on sliding against the skin of her belly. Last night they had both been so exhausted after the drama of her panic attack that they hadn’t bothered with clothes and fell into bed naked after toweling off from the bath.

She shifted forward again slightly, undulating her stomach to feel his cock glide against her once more. It stoked the fire that had ignited in her core. As did the way he got harder and larger with her movements. She felt the dampness gathering between her legs, a familiar throbbing in her clit.

With a tiny smirk on her face, excited by her own boldness, she drew her hands down Azriel’s muscled chest and grasped his erection gently. She ran both her hands lightly over the velvety hardness of it. Azriel shifted in his sleep but didn’t wake. She squeezed him harder, thumbing over the head. She could tell he awoke by his sharp inhale.

He nuzzled his face into her hair, humming a deep sigh. “What are you doing down there, baby girl?” His voice was low and rough with both sleep and arousal.

“Nothing,” she answered innocently.

“Nothing?” Azriel’s voice dropped even lower.

“Well, maybe something.”

He burst out laughing and Gwyn grinned up at him. He kissed her forehead, then her cheekbone, before capturing her lips in a deep, languishing kiss. He groaned into it as Gwyn twisted firmly over the head of his cock, spreading the wetness that gathered there, and then dragged his foreskin down. She did it again.

Azriel’s tongue stroked against hers in the same rhythm that her hands worked, his own hands tangled in her hair. One of Gwyn’s hands let go of him, reaching down to collect some of the wetness that pooled between her thighs, and then she slicked it over his cock, pumping more roughly than before.

Azriel groaned again, thrusting into her grip. Lost in the sensations. So lost he didn’t notice Gwyn’s hand leave his cock again, and drift up, up, to his quivering wings. She drew a finger along the inside of one wing, right near his shoulder. And with a surprised shout, breaking their kiss to bury his face in her hair, he climaxed over her hand, her fingers, her belly.

Gwyn gave him a satisfied smile as he tried to catch his breath, dragging his nose and lips over her brow. She lifted her fingers, spattered with his release, to her mouth, tasting him, and Azriel was instantly hard again at the sight.

Her face was thoughtful. “I like it,” she said, licking her lips, “It tastes like you.”

A smile spread across his face and he leaned in and kissed her fiercely, tasting himself on her tongue. As he did, Gwyn wrapped her hand around his rigid length again.

“No,” he growled into her mouth, pulling her hand off him. “I can’t fucking believe I came before you.”

Gwyn giggled against him, the sound devolving into a moan as he sucked his way down her neck.

Azriel traced her bare breasts, brushed his thumbs over her pebbled nipples, and when she arched up into his hands, he dipped his head down to lick and suck at the hardened peaks.

“Azriel,” she gasped, moaning again, “Azriel, please.”

“Please what, baby girl?” he rumbled before going back to mouthing at her right breast, expertly rolling the other nipple between his fingers. Incoherent noises spilled from her mouth. Her legs were alternately spreading and squeezing together.

“I—I—please, please—”

He lifted his head to capture Gwyn’s lips again, their kiss messy and frantic.

“Do you want me to lick you?” he asked when they finally broke apart.

“Um…” Gwyn trailed off, looking at him with an uncertain look in her eyes, though the smell of her arousal pervaded the room.

Azriel kissed her again. “Talk to me, baby girl,” he said against her lips. “Do you want me to lick you?”

“I, um—I’d like that too, but I…I want to, um…”

He pulled back, curious. “Tell me,” he murmured. He swept her messy hair back from her forehead.

“I want to do one of your suggestions,” Gwyn finally replied, shyly.

A smile split Azriel’s face. “Which one?”

She bit her lip. “The one—the one with my back to your chest.”

“Ah, one of the ones we could do together?”

Gwyn nodded. “I want to try it.”

“Alright, baby girl, let’s try it,” he said with an easy grin. “You want to turn over?”

She shifted in his arms, flipping into her other side, and then he tugged her back against him. His erection brushed the globes of her ass. With a firm finger on her jaw, Azriel turned Gwyn’s face toward his to kiss her. He could feel her body practically vibrating with arousal.

WIthout breaking the kiss, Azriel’s hands drifted down over her breasts, tweaking her nipples gently. She squeaked into his mouth. Her ass pressed back against him.

Taking that as his sign, he asked, “You ready?”

Gwyn nodded excitedly.

“Okay, lift your leg a little.”

She did as he said, and he grasped his aching cock to reposition it between her legs. When he released it, the thick length bounced up to slap against her reddened, engorged clit. Gwyn gasped and moaned, dropping her head backwards onto his shoulder.

Azriel dipped his head down to kiss her exposed forehead and played with her nipples again. Her hips jerked against his cock.

“Slick me up with your wet again like you did before, baby girl,” he murmured.

Gwyn lifted her head to look down where their bodies met. She scooped liquid from the lake between her folds, using both hands to spread the lubricant over his thick, veined length. One of her hands stroked up and down while the other squeezed hard over the swollen head.

Azriel swore long and low, his voice hitching. Taking a breath to control himself, he coaxed her leg back down and her hands off him. The gap between her slim thighs enclosed him perfectly, hugging his cock tightly.

He drew his hips back slightly before pressing forward and up, so the head of his cock dragged through her cunt lips and brushed her clit.

“Do you like that?” he purred into her ear.

“Yes,” Gwyn gasped, her voice high and breathy. “Keep going. Please.”

“Bend your knees a bit, love,” he directed her. She did, his own knees following hers, and the slight change in angle ensured that he squarely hit her clit on every pass.

Azriel set a slow but steady pace, letting his cock do the work.

While his mouth roamed over Gwyn’s throat and cheeks, his hands were everywhere, flicking at her nipples, tracing lines down her belly and legs. Gwyn’s own hands were twisted in the sheets and scrabbling at Azriel’s muscled arm.

He increased his speed, gliding easily through her slippery wetness. Each stroke parted her smooth lips and dragged his head over her clit. On every pass over her clit, Gwyn’s thighs shook and pressed together, gripping his cock like a warm, wet vise. Azriel had to grit his teeth to keep himself from coming.

“Azriel,” she keened, her voice high. “Azriel—Azriel—Azriel—”

He grinned inwardly. The way she chanted his name when she was close never failed to spark a surge of pleasure up his spine.

Gwyn’s hips were jerking against his cock on every thrust, seeking more friction.

Azriel drew one hand down her belly, the other still rolling her nipple.

“I’m going to touch you, okay?” he whispered in her ear.

She nodded frantically against him, and so without waiting another second—partly because he wasn’t sure he could last much longer—Azriel slipped a finger down into her cleft and drew firm circles over her clit. Once, twice, three times––and Gwyn screamed as she climaxed, leaking all over his cock, which was all he needed to find his own release, spurting over her belly and breasts, his face buried in her hair.

Azriel took only a moment to catch his breath, the tight grip of her legs around his cock sending aftershocks zinging through him, before he tugged her leg up, freeing himself.

He flipped her onto her back in one motion, rising up to shift between her legs, and immediately dipped his head down to lap at her messy cunt, devouring her greedily. Gwyn’s legs started shaking again beside his ears as he nibbled and sucked at her clit, and she came a second time, keening a high pitch. And then when he didn’t let up, a third time.

Azriel pulled back slightly after licking her through the third orgasm. His eyes flickered over her. Gwyn’s chest and cheeks were flushed red, her pupils blown beneath low-lidded eyes. Azriel’s own release was smeared across her torso, which sent another pulse of arousal through him.

He caught her eye and pressed a kiss to one of her scars. “Have you got one more for me, baby girl?”

Gwyn’s chest was heaving. Azriel didn’t break their eye contact, dropping a kiss over her clit. She jerked against him and moaned. He decided that was a sufficient answer, and licked a wide stripe from the bottom of her cunt up to her clit, which he flicked over and over before sucking hard and humming. He teased the little bud with his teeth, carefully holding it away from the hood while he furiously tongued back and forth over the sensitive bundle until Gwyn screamed out another release, her thighs shaking uncontrollably.

Finally Azriel pulled his mouth away from her cunt, scattering soft kisses over her scars and down her trembling legs.

He shifted up onto his knees, her splayed thighs draped over his. He picked up the cloth that the House—ever-thoughtful when it came to Gwyn—dropped onto the bed, and tenderly cleaned her cunt before wiping away the traces of his release on her belly. Gwyn just watched him, completely boneless.

“Did you like that?”

A contented smile spread across her face. “Yes, I really liked it. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to walk again.”

He smirked.

“Did…you like it?” she asked hesitantly.

He grinned. “I loved every minute of it, sweetheart.” His smile turned wry. “Except for the part where I came before you.”

Gwyn rolled her eyes. “But did you like waking up like that?”

Azriel tossed the rag off the side of the bed and lay down beside her, gathering her still-shaking form to his chest, smoothing his hands down her back.

“I fucking loved waking up like that,” he growled softly before capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss. They were both breathless by the time he pulled away. “No one’s ever woken me up like that.”

“Never?” she asked. Azriel shook his head. “But you have had…lovers before, right?

“Yes,” he agreed, “But I never slept in the same bed with any of them.”

Surprise colored her face. “Why not?”

He shrugged. “We didn’t have that kind of relationship. Plus I never really slept much until you came along. Too many nightmares. I didn’t want to be near them when I had those dreams.”

Gwyn sighed, tucking herself in closer to him. “I love waking up with you beside me,” she murmured.

Azriel’s eyes glowed, and he kissed her forehead and whispered into her skin, “Wake up with me every day.”

“You mean, move in here with you?”

“If you’re not ready for that, it’s okay.”

“I’m ready,” she said eagerly, “I want to.”

Azriel's smile stretched so wide it hurt. “Okay.”

“Okay,” she replied cheekily, breaking into her own smile.

“So did Nesta teach you about that spot on the wings?” he asked curiously.

Gwyn flushed. “No, I, um, did some research on Illyrians after we started dating.”

Azriel snorted. “Was this a whole book about how to please an Illyrian male?”

She swatted at him playfully, going even redder. “No, it was just mentioned. So was the whole wingspan thing.”

He laughed and Gwyn ducked her head against his chest. He kissed her brow.

“It’s nearly time for training, sweetheart. We should get up and have some breakfast.”

Gwyn sighed. “I should bathe before training. If I go in smelling like this I’ll never hear the end of it from Nesta and Em. And Cassian.”

“I’ll break their arms if they make you feel uncomfortable about it,” he growled.

Gwyn quirked her lips at him. “Of course,” she said, “The silver lining would be that then all the priestesses will know about us... Because if one more of them tries to flirt and make eyes at you I fucking swear there’s going to be some blood.”

Warmth washed through Azriel, pulsating a bright light that lit every corner of his chest.

“What?” she said at the look on his face.

He struggled to get out his words. “I’ve never had anyone get possessive over me. Never had anyone fight over me.”

Gwyn reached up with one hand to pull his head down to hers, kissing him softly and resting her forehead on his. “You’re worth fighting for, Azriel.”

He swallowed tears back, capturing her lips again in a tender kiss. When they broke apart he stroked her hair back from her forehead, smiling gently, a calm light in his eye.

“Alright, love, let’s get in the bath and we’ll find some other way to inform the priestesses that I’m off limits.”

Gwyn’s laughter followed him all the way into the bathing room.

[fluffallamaful]

Oh nobody EVER thinks to explain any of this to Dream. Sam just barks orders that are followed without hesitation, and Wuackity only ever explains things in the immediate (ie. “Do this and you won’t get hurt” sort of thing), which means that — on Dream’s end — this is akin to a psychological horror. Anyway, you wanted bathtime tickles? Good news — that’s basically the first thing that happens.

So Dream hasn’t been allowed to properly bathe in about a year. He doesn’t even have a change of clothes. Bottom line is that he STINKS — which means it’s easy for both Sam and Quackity to logic an explanation for them to give him a bath.

Well, the first thing they need to do is shave off all his hair. ALL of it. Under his arms, on his legs, everything: it’s matted and disgusting and needs to be cut away so it can grow back fresh. Quackity tries to ignore how Dream whimpers as the blades go over the skin: he’s careful not to nick him, and that’s what matters. Eventually the gunk has been peeled away, and the skin underneath is left red and tender. After the hair is gone, Quackity still has to scrub out certain areas for a long time because of all the gunk build up. (And the skin underneath those areas is probably really tender, too!)

Now their prisoner is left red and raw and shaking. Quackity gets some sort of lotion or oil and starts to rub it over his inflamed skin — only to get a very unexpected result. It tickles like hell. The lotion makes his already tender skin more sensitive than ever, and with the pain dulled — well.

And Quackity doesn’t just have something fun to do handed to him on a silver platter. He has a reason to have to do it, because Dream is red and raw all over. Dream can’t stop squirming, so after his foot and leg is done (sole of his foot and his entire knee must have been an experience in and of themselves tbh), Quackity sits on his leg while Sam holds his arms above his head, and Quackity gets to work massaging the oils into his back and his sides and his ribs. He stays a little longer wherever he starts to hear him laugh louder. >:)

And then he has to flip him over.

He initially goes for the tummy first, but the squeal of anticipation — not even tickles! — that greets the movement makes him decide to save that for the finishing act. Instead he goes for the ribs, the armpits (Sam has to put a little more effort into holding his arms above his head for that one. Not much — Dream’s still very weak — but a little bit.), the neck and the chest. He saves the tummy for last.

He might even play a bit more with the tummy, too. (“Oh, looks like I missed a spot. Pass me the sponge, Sam.”) At the end, he might even finish off with a big old raspberry, right on the little hollow beneath his belly button.

The lotion bit probably takes about two hours. Dream is a wreck by the end of it.

Afterwards, he’s dressed in a clean hospital gown while his prison uniform is tossed in the incinerator downstairs (it is DISGUSTING), and he’s led to a room. A room that Sam insists on staying in with him. (It’s fine. Quackity can play the long con.) The two of them work to feed him some hot soup (obviously), and he’s can only stomach about a third of a full bowl but at least it’s not potatoes — it’s some beetroot concoction. Then they clean his teeth and finally put him to bed.

Sam insists on sleeping with him. Of course.

okxhxuzhss ohhh my heckkk 😵‍💫 idk why but this was so flustery to read fzgs.

once again you have described quackity and sam’s poor explanation to dream so heckin well 🙌🏼 sam is still kinda unreadable and oddly clingy. and quackity is so ominous that dream just assumes that he’s threatening him. they’re too caught up in their own heads to realise how wildly confused dream is (he’s always been pretty good at hiding it anyway).

(discussion below)

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this whole situation is so cute omg. dream being given his first proper bath,, but at the cost of losing all of his body hair 😭 (what the heck 😭), quackity carefully shaving him with possibly the exact same tool that he had used to torture only days prior,, and having to ignore how panicked dream looks about it :((

i’m of course absolutely stuck on the idea of them realising that the lotion is tickling dream. like i actually can’t help it my whole stomach it flips. but i imagine dream would realise way before both quackity and sam would,, but obviously it’s in his best interest to keep it to himself. he’s already vulnerable and humiliated enough. he doesn’t need anything else to add on to this…

but of course eventually he can’t help but smile at the feeling. it’s amazing to not be in pain, an eye opener even. the feeling of not having his matted hair constantly pulling when he moves, the smoothness of his skin, the lack of stinging from his scars. it’s already enough to make him feel giddy. quackity’s touch is so gentle. it’s foreign. sams grip on his hands is equally caring. the lotion has a scent that makes him feel refreshed, he feels clean.

the smile slips out as well as the tiniest huffed giggle when quackity’s hands reach the backs of his knees. his thighs are tingling, his arm that he promptly uses to muffle the reaction is soft and clean. his legs start shuffling when quackity moves down to his shin, hands clenching and unclenching. his shoulders start shaking when he reaches his foot, and finally the first audible giggles pour out once the tingling from the lotion catches up with quackity’s rubbing.

it’s finally then that quackity and sam catch on,, particularly when quackity has to apply the lotion in between dream’s toes. dream actually starts kicking out at him then, unhiding himself and twisting himself up to fight at quackity’s hand. sam is quick to recapture and pin him back down though. he holds dream’s biceps out to the side and keeps him firmly (nicely though) pressed into the surface. quackity continues his application and dream cackles helplessly, foot twitching in quackity’s grasp

they start cooing at him. they tease him about it. it’s only sweet stuff about him being adorable,, but it’s unbelievably embarrassing for dream (who’s shirtless, bathed and raw). quackity sits on his thighs and starts applying to lotion to his back. he rubs over his shoulder blades, ribs, sides. maybe he even gives dream a bit of a massage (he’s rather good at them, experience from his fiancés). dream is full on giggling now. his legs and foot are still tingling, he’s still got the fresh scent of cleanliness in his nose, and he’s overwhelmed with the feeling of touch that isn’t harm.

he actually yells when sam stretches his arms out more and quackity’s hands glide up his upper ribs,, sniggering like crazy when the back and side of his neck are tended to. and then he hears the words “ok flip him over”, and he actually fights it.

he tries so hard to remain hidden,, but he’s overpowered easily, and immediately he’s showered in coos and teases once quackity and sam get to see his face. his eyes are glassy, his cheeks blotchy and red. he absolutely screams when quackity’s hands reach down towards his stomach,, pulling in vain at his arms when his face darkens eight shades. quackity starts covering his sides and ribs that couldn’t be reached when dresm was turned over. he arches his back. he tries to curl in when the hands move to his chest. his sides are tingly. he shakes his head when his neck is tended to again, whining when quackity cups his face and tells him how cute he is. he screams when sam stretches his arms up again, barking out laughter when quackity rubs into the baldness of his armpits. he twists and arches his back. he cackles. his arms are released one by one so quackity can apply the lotion to his arms. his fingers scrunch and straighten repetitively.

at last the only place left to do is his tummy. and quackity decides to mess with him a bit (omfgggg 😭). he scrubs at hypothetical dirt patches (that are conveniently located over dream’s worst spots). he kisses each spot when he’s done. he applies the lotion and massages it deep into his muscles to ‘make sure his tummy is extra smooth’. dream wheezes and cackles. tears start gathering in his eyes from the overwhelming sensation.

he yells when quackity places a raspberry to finish, giggling uncontrollably for several minutes after quackity promises that he’s finished. he’s given a hospital gown and is helped into his bed. he’s FED SOUP. SOUP. he tries his hardest to eat the beetroot concoction (i feckin hate beetroots i relate mr dreamie). they note down that he’d prefer rabbit stew. sam insists on staying with him while he gets to sleep. it’s surprisingly easier than dream originally assumed. his eyes are practically rolling the minute he hears sam purring

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[oshicakes]

their s/o not giving them any affection

pairings. hinata shoyo x reader, bokuto koutarou x reader, tendou soatori x reader

genre. fluff

a/n. im kinda busy with my reports and some quizzes in my major subjects, that’s why i can’t write that much lately hahaha sorryyy!

other: kenma, suna and iwaizumi version, semi, sugawara and terushima

Hinata Shoyo

he’s really used to you being clingy to him. you like clinging onto his arms all the time and even when he’s sweaty after the match you’d wrap your arms around his neck.

and he get extra hyper because of that. that it makes some of his teammates annoyed.

one day the whole teammate ganged up on you to not give any affection for a week and in return they’ll buy the both of you a ticket to a buffet restaurant. so you agreed.

he was surprised when you dodge his hug. but later on whines at you on why won’t you let him hug you.

days had come, his teammates saw that whenever he whines about you dodging his touches, after that he’ll be okay so they need to step up the game.

to push hinata to his limits, his teammates decided to hug you one by one and not let hinata have a hug on you.

they hugged you one by one which surprised you but realized afterwards what they’re trying to do. and when it’s hinata’s turn you quickly went away from him

so you ran on the other side of the gym and surprisingly he ran to you to. so it end up him chasing you while whining. “y/n-chaaaaan! hug me too! you’re unfair! i’m your boyfriend! maybe you don’t want me anymore.”

that made you stop and all of his teammates were shock. while he storm out of the gym. they gave you an apologetic face and just gave them a faint smile.

you chased him and found him at the stairs to their club room.

“shoyo… im sorry.” he didn’t answer. he crossed his arms at his chest and looked away from you with a pouty face. “hmp!” 

“i didn’t mean to make you feel that way, they just wanna tease you. i’m sorry again. i promise i won’t do this again.” 

“really?” he looked at you in his pouty face. you nodded and come close to him.

you cupped his face and kissed his forehead, both cheeks, nose and chin. “yes, i promise you that.”

to hide his blushing face he pulled your hips forward so he could bury his onto your belly. ypu giggled when you saw how red his ears are. “im sorry again for agreeing to them.”

“it’s okay. but who’s idea is this?”

“kageyama. he said he wants to avenge for all the tosses that he gave you but you missed spiking it.”

“KAGEYAMAAAAA!” after that he speed his way back to the gym.

Bokuto Koutarou

both of you are clingy to each other. the only time you get to be away from each other is when he have practice and match and also when going home since you live the opposite street to him.

your in each other’s side whenever there’s a break time, lunch and walking home.

so when you got too focused being with the vbc’s managers all day that you didn’t get to eat lunch with him and during break time youre with the managers. it was quite normal to you but to bokuto, no.

he’s not used to you not giving him any attention and not giving him hugs or kisses. he wouldn’t take a day without your affection.

he’s about to spike then when he saw leaving the gym carrying your bag, making him miss akaashi’s set. and that’s when he just lost it. shoulder slouched down, hair down and sadly starring at the door. “y/n-chan left me.”

you’re at the restaurant that yukie have been telling you, about how good their yakiniku is. you received a text from akaashi. “bokuto-san won’t come out of the storage room. please help us, y/n-san.”

you opened the door and you found you’re boyfriend in between the stacked mats, hugging his knees.

“ko, what’s wrong?” he lift his head and met you’re eyes. you were shock to see his teary eyes. you quickly go infront of him and bend down.

“what happened? are you okay? are you hurt?” he nodded. “where?” he just pointed at his chest. “let’s go to the clinic!”

he stopped you when you’re about to go. “my heart hurts because you don’t love me anymore.”

“what?! that’s not true, ko.” you cupped his face. “i love you, okay?”

“really? then why aren’t you spending time with me anymore? no koko, no hug, no kiss.”

“i’m sorry, i didn’t realize that i’m making you feel that way. yukie have been telling me this restaurant where they sell delicious yakiniku, so i went there and buy you one.“

“i thought you went home.”

“no, im sorry i didn’t tell. are you good now?”

“yeah… but i need hundreds of hug and kiss!” he jump on you causing the both of you crash on the floor. you let out a squeal while he just laugh.

“ko, get up! you’re heavy.” he shake his head and tighten his grip on your waist. “i don’t wanna!” he responded.

“if you behave and do well on your practice today, you can stay tonight at my house. we also need to do something about your math, akaashi said you failed at it.”

“AKAASHI PROMISED NOT TO TELL YOU THAT!”

Tendou Satori

you’ve been busy lately for the upcoming school festival and as a preisident of student council you have to make sure everything will go smoothly.

he seem to not mind it so you just let it be. but in reality he’s been dying to catch your attention and hug him like before.

so tendou decided to come by to your house to check on you and to spend time with you.

it took you minutes before opening up the front door. you we’re happy seeing him and that made you motivated to finish all your paper works. so you quickly go to your room.

"y/n-chan!” he was shock when you didn’t kiss him in the cheeks like you used to do when you see him, you didn’t even greeted him.

it was past 5 when you finished all your work. you tidied it up and hurriedly went down. but to your dismay you didn’t see tendou there.

“mom? did you see satori when you came home”

“no, did he came by?” you nodded. your mom teased you that he might break up with you for not giving him any of your time.

you decided to go to his dorm. you got there in just minutes since its just a walking distance to your home. ypu spotted ushijima at the lobby with the other third years. you greeted them all.

“ushijima, is satori in your room?”

“yes, he was sleeping. you can go there if you want.” you bowed and rush your way to their room.

you spotted your boyfriend laying on the upper bunk of the bed. curled in his blanket. you went up to it and lay down beside him.

it startled him when you hugged him from behind. he abruptly move around to face you. “eh? why are here?”

“im sorry. i got too busy and i didn’t have time for you anymore.”

“it’s okay, i understand. you have responsibilities and i just can’t demand your time. i don’t wanna be a bother to you.” he smiled but there’s still sadness in it. you took a deep breathe and kissed him on his lips. “i thought you’re slowly drifting away from me.”

“i love you with every bits of me. im stuck with you, foreeever.” his eyes went soft, it almost look like he’s close to crying. “you’re not a bother to me, okay? you’re my boyfriend, i gave you your right to demand my time.”

“i don’t think i ever deserve you.”

this happens sometimes when he’s so down then starts to doubt himself, so you always take note to make him feel special and loved. he’s an insucure man because he got a tough childhood.

“you deserve everything, satori. you are the most precious, loving and funny human being i know. please, don’t ever doubt yourself. i love you, always remember that.”

“thank you for choosing me, y/n. i love you so muuuuch!” you hummed and snuggled closer to him.

“mom invited you to eat dinner with us.”

“okay, just give me five more minutes.”

“you know we can continue snuggling at home, right?”

“yeah, continue it to y/n’s house, tendou.”

both of you startled at the deep voice that suddenly appear. “USHIWAKA!”

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A Wife for Thor Pt. 26

A Surprising Change

06/25/2021

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader          Word Count: 4,307

Warnings: child birth, possible complications, labor, language, angst

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Your mind is hazy. You move along the mattress, squirming from the pain as your body tries hard to bring your prince into the world.

The doctor, you don’t know which because the corners of your vision have become blurry, is sweeping around the room getting things ready.

You can’t see anything. It’s like a fog has been placed around your head and pillows shoved against your ears as you gasp and throw your head back onto your pillow.

Even though you can’t see, you know Thor’s there. At your side. Worried. Stressed, not as much as you but enough. The crinkle between his eyes is probably as deep as a trench.

You know that he wants to comfort you, to offer some sort of solace. Support even. But as his large hands reach for you, your vision clears for a moment and you turn away from him.

“No,” you mumble, pushing him away because you can’t need him here.

It’s cruel of you maybe. Selfish, to send him away. But you need to know that you can do this without him.

This is the hardest thing, the most difficult moment of your life. This is when your strength will be tested. Your body is being ravaged from within to bring new life into the world and you need to know that you can stand on your own two feet through this. That you can be split in two, in pure agony, and still come out the other side as a whole person. A stronger person. And it will all be because of you. It will be your strength that carried you through it.

So that when the day comes, IF the day comes--you really have to start accepting that Thor will choose you from this day on--and Thor leaves you or chooses someone else over you again, you won’t be so shocked. It won’t hurt as much. You’ll know that if you can make it through this, you can make it through anything.

Despite your resolve it’s too tempting to give in. It’s too easy to reach out and take Thor’s hand and cry to him and tell him how much it hurts or how tired you are.

You don’t want it easy.

So you push his hand away, clammy and sweaty as you are, your own slaps against his skin with a light smack.

They’ve changed you into a modest cotton gown. Long but breathable and at the moment it’s shoved halfway up your thighs as you squirm around on the bed, sheets all over the place. Special sheets brought just for this purpose. To give birth.

“Get out,” you whimper, voice shifting into a deeper tone as you give your head a small shake to try and chase away the cloud of disorientation that’s overtaken your every sense. “I-I don’t want you in here, Thor. Get out.”

“My cherub, please, I-”

“No!”

Your contraction helps you shout. Channeling all of that pain into your voice you give him another firm push and this time he doesn’t come back towards you but instead stands up slowly, clearly hating every moment of it.

You can see the pain you’re causing but the pain in your body is more demanding and you won’t feel guilty for needing this time for yourself.

There’s too much going on. Too many voices. Too many people.

“Get out, please…” you groan, reaching down to grab at your belly as your back spasms and your pelvis is set on fire.

“Thor, go,” Sif’s voice cuts in. “If something goes wrong, we’ll call you.”

“No,” you protest, but they’re not really paying you any mind at the moment.

Thor’s eyes are glued on you, his face contorted with indecision and grief.

“You’re only making it worse for her,” Sif tells him gently. “She’ll be alright.”

You shake your head again, hard from side to side as you feel the build up of pressure in your lower body again.

You grunt and groan, curling up as the next contraction steals your breath.

Thor leans towards you, reaching out but Sif is already there, supporting your back as you ride out the pain.

“Thor, go,” she orders more sternly.

Suddenly, a male voice, Doctor Alric, interjects.

“The Lady Sif is correct, Your Majesty. Your presence seems to only stress Her Majesty. She needs peace and quiet now. Please? For the child’s sake, the mother must be at ease as much as she can.”

Despite the sound of a question in his words, it’s not a request. Thor takes a step towards the door.

“All of you, out,” Doctor Alric orders and a flurry of maids, guards, and Loki move through the door.

As he passes, Loki takes hold of Thor’s elbow and practically tears him away from you, dragging him forcefully through the doors as Estrid follows behind them looking worried and like she’d very much like to stay.

Too many people. Even with just Sif, Alric, and Doctor Wilson. Three other bodies besides yours and the little one in your belly.

You want to be alone, completely. And yet, at the same time, you’re terrified to be truly alone in here.

A few minutes pass and another contractions paralyzes you momentarily as you grunt and groan through it. You almost stop breathing completely but Doctor Wilson is there.

“Breathe, Your Majesty, in and out slowly. There you go, just like that,” she praises you as you override your instinct to hold your breath.

You’re crying by the time the contraction passes and you fall against your pillows and sob.

Turning to Sif you shake your head, so weak and you haven’t even started pushing yet! This pain is too much. Is it like this for everyone? You start to wonder if you’re just weak.

“I’m here, Your Majesty,” Sif assures you, a small reassuring smile on her face.

It’s a miracle that through it all, after the way things started with the two of you, Sif is the support at your side. She’s the backbone of your strength.

The two of you had bonded when she came back and told you she’d been surprised, pleased, and in complete admiration and awe that you’d banned Jane from entering the Kingdom again.

Your mutual distaste for Thor’s ex had bridged a small gap between you and she’d confessed to having been hesitant in your ability to rule the Kingdom but sees now that she was wrong to doubt you.

Everything changed for you and Sif after that small talk.

“I miss him so much,” you cry, shaking your head some more.

Sif shushes you softly, her hand moving across your forehead to wipe away beads of sweat.

“I do want him here,” you admit, almost wishing that Thor had fought your request. “I love him so much, Sif.”

“I know, Your Majesty, but you can do this. I would go get him, but you made me promise.”

You regret making her swear on the crown that she’d keep Thor away and let you handle this on your own.

The compromise was that she’d be able to stay.

“Am I a t-terrible person?”

“No,” Sif shakes her head. “No, Your Majesty. You are a strong woman who has had her heart broken by her husband. You are learning to heal and whatever form that takes, you are allowed to follow through. Marriage is forever, and I’m sure Thor will understand in a year’s time that what you are doing was necessary for you to be able to openly love him again.”

She’s so smart. So clever and kind. She’s been much nicer to Loki too, even though it’s reluctant. Sif is a good person, despite her prejudice against the Asgardian Prince.

You continue to sob but turn as Doctor Wilson stands between your legs at the end of the bed. She beckons you towards her and Sif helps to sit you up.

Doctor Wilson takes hold of your arms, helping you sit up.

“We’re going to do this a little bit differently than you’re probably expecting. I need you to get on all fours for me, okay?”

“Is everything okay?” you fret, letting her guide you but keeping your eyes locked onto her face to see if her expression betrays any deceit.

“Everything is perfect, Your Majesty, this might help with some of that pain in your back. Alright?” Doctor Wilson explains.

“Oh, okay…” you reply, breathless.

As soon as you’re in position, you feel a significant improvement to the pain in your lower back.

Doctor Wilson hurries around to check you again and with a nod to Doctor Alric, she gets in position.

“Time to push, Your Majesty,” she informs you, and your heart begins to race faster than it has all night.

~~~~~~~~~~

Everything’s gone so wrong.

Nothing is as it should be and Thor has only himself to blame.

It’s impossible for him to ever move on from this. Not while you keep your distance. Not while your heart still aches.

There isn’t a moment in his day that he isn’t thinking about what he might do to make it all up to you.

What can he do? What can he say?

What will make you trust him again?

Nothing is what his heart tells him.

He can do nothing to help you believe in his love again.

“You have been pacing out here for nearly four hours. Are things really that irreparable with Y/N?”

Heimdall’s voice, usually a comfort to him, surprises Thor and brings him no relief.

Thor stops his pattern, grabbing his hands and wringing them roughly as he struggles to piece together his thoughts. His eyes glaze over the numerous flowers you’ve planted since you’ve moved into the palace.

You’ve taken such good care of your garden, even through your pregnancy.

He’s watched you. It’s almost therapeutic for you. He’s certain of it.

“I have only myself to blame,” Thor grumbles, angry and pained. “I brought this unhappiness upon us both.”

“I think you will find that Jane’s deceit provoked your reaction. This is not completely your fault, Thor.”

“It is. I could have made different choices. I could have thought things through more carefully before-” He can’t say it.

Not again.

“I betrayed her trust. I made her feel as if she were disposable. And then when we were finally making progress...I should have waited until she woke before agreeing to see Jane. She should have been there with me. At my side as my Queen. Then Jane would never have had the thought to attempt to renew her feelings. Then no one would have heard us and-” Thor stops, remembering something. “Have you found them? Have you found the spy in our ranks?”

Heimdall shakes his head.

“Whoever is wreaking havoc on your marriage is shielded by magic. Familiar magic, but I cannot remember where I have sensed it before. On Asgard for certain, but…”

“But what?” Thor asks, impatient.

“I will keep searching,” Heimdall concludes.

The silence between them lasts long. Thor is too preoccupied with his own thoughts to care about how long they stand there in your garden.

Heimdall is kind enough to let him think.

Then, just as Thor’s about to collapse from the weight of his guilt and the agony of not being able to be at your side on this night of all night, Heimdall speaks.

“Thor?”

Slowly Thor is pulled from his torture and he looks at his oldest friend.

“Patience will heal your wounds. Give her time to see that the choices you have made have been for her benefit and your own.”

“I’m not infallible, Heimdall. My instinct to leave her for Jane when Jane might have been pregnant was a mistake. It should never have crossed my mind. I can admit to this, if nothing else.” Thor argues. “But I made these mistakes and I must pay for them.

“I made us waver. I broke my promises. I am only sorry that she hurts still. I wish I could take her pain, take the seed of doubt that I’ve planted in her heart. I’ve told her that I love her many times, every single day.

“She has to know by now that she’s everything. That I love her. Doesn’t she?” Thor wonders, not really expecting an answer.

“If she indeed knows, then you must give her time to believe you. The foundation you and she built was broken but she still loves you, Thor. No one who has seen the two of you together can deny it. Her heart is true. This will not be easy for either of you. And now with the Prince on the way-”

Loki rushes towards them, black suit, deep green t-shirt underneath the jacket looks wrinkled which is out of the ordinary but not alarming.

The alarm is in his face, the panic in his eyes is what drives a fear into Thor’s heart.

Have you left him? Have you taken your baby boy and chosen to raise him away from Thor? From his father? From his rightful place on the New Asgardian Throne?

Thor wouldn’t blame you.

“What is it?” Thor gasps, his voice deep and trembling from fear.

“It’s Y/N,” Loki begins, and Thor’s breath catches in his throat, heart sinks to the pit of his stomach. “She’s given birth.”

As he gasps for breath, Loki’s mouth splits into a genuine grin. He laughs once and Thor’s heart nearly explodes with joy at the news.

He closes the distance between him and his brother. Pulling him in for a hug which Loki returns gladly they thump each other hard with flat hands as Thor’s own laugh joins Loki’s.

Thor pulls away then turns to Heimdall only to feel his heart cave in again at the expression of confusion on Heimdall’s face. The utter bewilderment is unexpected and unnatural. For Heimdall?

“What is it?”

Heimdall suddenly turns to Thor, brow furrowed, “Run, Thor. Go to Her Majesty. Quick.”

Thor doesn’t even need an explanation. He’s racing through the halls of the palace, Loki on his heels looking and feeling just as confused as the God of Thunder.

Several servants gasp and leap out of their way as they wind their way up the many stairs.

Why he doesn’t just fly, Thor won't wonder for months. All he knows is that Heimdall told him to run, so run he must.

As he reaches the landing of your shared floor he slips on the rug but adjusts and catches his weight slightly, Loki grabs him and helps steady him as they continue to run, not skipping a step as Thor’s feet fumble.

He’s ten feet from the door and he can hear you crying, gasping for air. The sounds you’re making are unlike any he’s ever heard you make before.

Please, let them be alright, Thor thinks.

Then he hears it. The shattering, quivering, tiny cry of his child. The newborn sound fills the palace halls and Thor thunders through the door of your bedroom, eyes searching until they find you.

You are indeed sobbing, but the expression on your face is radiant. You’re crying and smiling, laughing! This laugh is new. It’s pure and utter joy and you are glowing with love as your eyes are glued to the small, tiny, so very little bundle in your arms.

The love for your child must blind you to anything else you may have been feeling before this moment and when you look at him, when you turn those exquisite eyes on him, Thor melts at the smile and the adoration that pours from your pretty face.

“It’s a girl,” you gush, looking at your baby before meeting Thor’s love-filled and one-eyed gaze with your own. “Kasi. I named her Kasi.”

Thor takes a step towards you, then another, and another. He’s blind to anyone but you and his daughter.

His heart pounds in his chest, swelling with every beat. It grows in size to make room for both of you and a fierce desire to protect you both, to guard you from all the harms the universe might bring on you.

He’s only a few feet away, reaching out for you and he relishes in the way you don’t pull away. You smile up at him, loving him, openly. You’re eager with it. You’re flowing with love right now.

He gets just the slightest peek at the baby in your arms and can see your skin on the child but her hair is blonde, just like his. The texture reminds him of his mother’s hair.

“Frigga has blessed our little one, my cherub,” Thor realizes, admiring his daughter’s beauty as you stare at her.

He’s just about to lower himself down beside you when a nudge to his left pulls his eyes to Sif who’s also smiling up at him, pleased and like she’s about to tell him a really good joke.

“Congratulations, Thor. They’re beautiful.”

He smiles then notices the strange angle of her arms.

As his eyes find the second bundle--teeny, tiny, so small he could hold the babe in one arm comfortably without ever waking them--his heart stops and then races to catch up as his mind explodes a little.

He looks up at Sif then you, then back at Sif then back at you.

You’re smiling still, leaning back against the headboard of your shared bed, relaxed and tired, but so very happy.

“Tavis,” you tell him. “I want to call him Tavis.”

Thor’s eyes begin to water as he turns back to Sif and his eye finds that baby in her arms.

So very carefully she hands him over, placing the little bundle in Thor’s very large and thick arms.

He looks like he’s cradling a towel as he finally takes a seat beside you.

Fixing yourself so that you can see Tavis, Thor leans down to press as gentle a kiss as he can muster on his son’s sweet little cheek.

“He’s beautiful,” you gasp.

Thor suddenly realizes that this is the first time you’ve seen him and watches as new tears fall along your cheeks.

“All of you are beautiful,” Thor whispers, his voice deep and thick with emotion. “My son. My daughter. And my wife.”

Your eyes are glued on Tavis. He’s Thor’s spitting image. Blonde tuft peeking out from underneath the small cap covering his head, like his sister.

Both of you stare at your children as Doctor Wilson tends to you carefully. Alric comes over to check the babies over and takes them one at a time before brining them back.

While you and Thor sit with only one baby, Thor scoots closer so that you can hold them against your chest and they look content there against your breast.

“Can I feed him?” you check, looking over at Doctor Wilson as she cleans up not too far away from you.

“Of course,” she smiles. “He’s not crying so, he may not be hungry but they’ve both been fairly quiet. Save for His Highness who wanted to make sure we knew he was here.”

She comes over to help you, Thor watching carefully so that he’ll know how to do it when she’s not around.

Tavis latches onto your breast after a few tries and it’s like you’re seeing him for the first time all over again.

Every little thing he does is a revelation and Thor agrees with every gaze you give.

When Kasi is finished and freshly swaddled, Alric brings her to you and Thor quickly takes Tavis who is fast asleep after being fed.

You do just as Doctor Wilson did with Tavis and although it takes you a few tries with her too, Kasi latches and you relax a little once she’s eating.

“Where’s Loki?” you ask, turning to look for him looking a lot more tired than you did when Thor first came in here.

“He’s just outside. Shall I call him in?” Sif offers, getting up from the seat she’d taken over by the roaring hearth.

“Yes. And you should go to bed, Sif. You’ve been up so long,” Thor hears you urge her, though he can’t even look away from his children so he’s not sure how tired Sif might look.

“I’ll go when Estrid comes,” she promises and moves out of the room.

Only a few seconds pass before Loki is rushing into the room, green eyes bright and searching.

As he spots you both, he moves forward slowly, eyes glued first on Kasi since she’s angled so that she’s more visible, and then moves to Tavis as Thor adjusts so that he’s not cradling him so securely out of sight.

“You have a niece and a nephew, brother. This is Tavis Thorson, Prince of New Asgard and that little lady there, she is Kasi Thordottir, Princess of Asgard and heir to the throne. Aren’t they great?”

He’s not sure what causes it, but you suddenly start to chuckle and lean back as you stare at him. You reach out and caress his cheek before tracing his arm until you can place it over his where he’s got it gently placed on Tavis’s little chest.

Thor’s entire hand basically covers the little one’s entire torso, hips, and thighs.

He’ll grow.

“Might I hold him?” Loki wonders, blinking away tears of his own.

“Of course, Loki,” you gasp, nudging Thor.

Thor frowns for a second, hating to let his son go. He only just got him! He wants to hold him all night if possible.

“Thor,” you urge him, and he carefully passes his son into Loki’s arms.

Loki walks away with him, moving towards the center of the room before moving back. Just pacing, giving the baby some movement, Thor realizes and yet, his anxiety is massive with Tavis not in his arms.

He is silent for only a few minutes before he gets up and moves to Loki, “Alright, my turn.”

Loki looks up at Thor whose hands are clenched into fists and smirks, looking at you with amusement.

“Feeling greedy, brother?”

“What? No! No, of course not. I just...he looks hungry. And maybe your arms are too tight or...or maybe he doesn't like the sway of your walk? You’re much thinner than I am and your balance is all to one side. See, look, he’s frowning. Give him back.”

Loki leans away from Thor, turning his body as if to shield Tavis from him but then he scoffs and hands the baby over.

Thor’s tension melts and he very slowly walks his way back to you and takes his seat again.

“You’ve done a wonderful job, Y/N,” Loki nods. “I’ll get word to David to tell him the good news and I’ll have them ring the bells in the tower to tell the city that our Kingdom has an heir. Congratulations, both of you.”

“Thank you, Loki,” you tell him, voice weak and tired.

“Yes, thank you for taking the initiative,” Thor agrees. “Keep everyone away for now. My cherubs will need their rest.”

Loki nods, smiling from ear to ear, and leaves you both to yourselves.

When Kasi has finished her eater, Thor helps you with one hand to cover yourself again then as you smile up at him in gratitude, he can’t help but slip his hand behind your head, caressing you gently.

“You’ve done so well, love. You are the strongest woman I know,” he tells you.

You smile but at his touch, your eyes droop and Thor’s worry rises.

“Doctor Wilson? Alric? Her Majesty is ready for sleep, I think.”

Both of them come over and Alric carefully takes Kasi from you.

“Wait...no,” you protest.

“It’s only for a few hours, Your Majesty. Soon you will have her in your arms again. In the meantime, oh! Right on time! While you get some sleep, Estrid will watch over the Princess and Prince with His Majesty’s help, I imagine?”

Thor looks to the door as Estrid comes in sporting a basket of things that must be for the babies.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Thor assures them and you. “Rest, my cherub. Our littles ones will need you at full strength when they wake and you’ve done so much tonight already.”

Your hand is on Tavis’s little cheek, finger stroking the soft velvet baby skin gently.

“I already miss them always being with me,” you sigh, and Thor realizes he’ll never understand that connection. To have those babies growing inside of you, always with you. Tied together physically, emotionally, mentally. He envies the ties but also stares in awe as the love in your eyes becomes more than love. It’s like blood.

This devotion to your babies is primal and deep and it looks so good on you that Thor leans in to meet your lips in a soft kiss.

You’re surprised, which the increase in your heartbeat tells him, but your face is just as tired, only slightly confused as your own lips pucker against his.

“Get some sleep, my Queen. I will be with them until we can both be with them again, together.”

Thor’s almost amused at how easily your head falls back onto your pillows but you stare as Alric brings Kasi over to Thor and places her in Thor’s other arm.

He has no trouble holding them both and they’re so small compared to Thor.

For a moment, Thor’s heart nearly combusts. He’s never known such a feeling of pride and contentment.

Then he looks over at you, eyes still fighting to stay open as you stare at the babies until finally your exhaustion takes over and your eyes shut, hand still extended out, fingers gently pressed against Tavis’s chest as if you can’t bear a single moment without him.