#if you'd rather not watch Baby or Safe House

[torialefay]

in dire need of any crumbs of comforting wholesome domestic channie fluff content right now, idk if that's up your alley but if you got any headcanons in mind lately by all means share them with us haha

i'm so sorry i'm so late (life is crazy actually), but you've got me thinking anon 🫶🏼

✨ some things i think gentleman boyfriend chan would do: ✨

• you are never carrying your own luggage again. you finally make it to aus to visit with chan & his family. as soon as you message to let him know you're here, he's basically running out of the house in the first pair of shoes he finds to grab all of your bags before you get the chance to. if you protested, he'd give in and let you hold a small bag/carry on... just long enough for him to get the other luggage into the house and grab the rest from your hands.

• he is taking care of anything you could possibly need at a restaurant. you'd rather him order for you? done. you got a big steak that may take you a while to get cut up? he's already doing it. need the smallest thing from the waiter? he's (ever so kindly) flagging them down the second he realizes there's something you want. have a bunch of left-overs that you'd like to take home? if the restaurant doesn't pack it up themselves, he's automatically taking your plate to get it into the box for you. no questions asked.

• you are simply not allowed to be cold ever again. at his house, he's always giving you a new sweater/hoodie to wear. if you got out and feel a bit chilly, his jacket is now yours. he's constantly making fun of you for being cold, so he's buying you beanies left and right, telling you to pop one on like it'll solve all your problems (bc apparently it does for him).

• you will NEVER feel scared or unprotected. when walking with you, there's never a moment he's disconnected from you as he watches you walk in front of him. when you get concerned over bad things you'd heard on the local news, he insists he stays at your place to make sure you feel safe. when he senses you feeling nervous out in public, he squeezes the hand he's holding before rubbing light circles on it, reminding you that he's there and that he won't let anything bad happen.

• he's making sure to keep a respectful image of you. if you're wearing a short dress while out, he will give you his coat to rest over your legs. if he notices paparazzi taking photos of you together, he will move himself so that he's blocking their view of you. when running into fans while on the street with you, he introduces you right away so they know that you are now a package deal with him.

• and finally, he probably WON'T stop flirting with stays on bubble, BUT he will dial it wayyyy back. and that's saying a lot for him <3

our little gentleman channie baby 🥰

[penkura]

First Mother's Day

Note: I decided to do a special post in what is now my OP Men as Dads series, and do a Mother's Day headcanon/blurb post. I understand this day can be rough for some, but I hope that whether you celebrate or not, whether your mom is in your life or not, that you have a lovely day otherwise and if this isn't your cup of tea, I hope there's something else that can entertain you today. <3

If you'd like my thoughts on other OP men as dads (Shanks, Kid, Usopp, etc.), please just ask and I'll give an answer! I'll include Luffy in this despite my viewing him as a son or brother, but it probably won't be x Reader based. Requests are being worked on as well.

I am using baby Ace image to break up this and the actual content from now on lol. He's just so cute. 🥺

Ace is going to go all out for your first Mother’s Day. He’s buying flowers, candies, and cards, all from him and your daughter. Even if you tell him you don’t want anything except a quiet day at home with the two of them, he’s buying you gifts.

He’ll likely buy you a bracelet with your daughter’s name on it, or maybe a charm bracelet with her birthstone, so you can add any more in the future if/when you have more children. Ace will try to make you breakfast in bed, but he ends up burning the bacon to the point your smoke alarm goes off, and you have to open all the windows to air out the house the rest of the day (at least it’s a nice day out). He orders out breakfast from a nearby diner to make sure you have something that morning, he’ll even try to take your daughter out for a walk or to Luffy and Sabo’s place for the day to give you a break, but you insist on going along.

“You should have the day off though!”

“Ace, I don’t want a day off. Rogue is only three month’s old, and I’d much rather spend the day with you and her than alone. That’s not a fun Mother’s Day to me.”

The three of you end up at Luffy and Sabo’s place, the two uncles absolutely adoring their niece as she coos and lets them hold her without any crying or fussing. When you get home later that night, Ace watches you get Rogue ready for bed. He knew from the start that you would be a great mother, and sometimes, he just wishes his own mother was around to see it, and to meet her granddaughter.

~~

Law has a plan that gets thrown off when your son decides to be born a week earlier than expected, on Mother’s Day itself. He still tries to do something for you, even though the original plan of taking you out for brunch and giving you a quiet day at home while you waited for your baby to be born was now out the window. He should’ve known, ever since he met Luffy all his plans go haywire at some point. At least it led to you two meeting eventually.

Once you’ve gone to sleep and your son Rosi is in the nursery at the hospital, Law slips out to quickly put something together. He has a gift for you, a mother’s ring that will fit into your wedding band, he just needs flowers, or chocolate, or something to add to it. He doesn’t really like to be cliché, but he ends up with flowers, at least they’re something pretty you can have in your hospital room and when you’re released to take your baby boy home.

The girl in the hospital gift shops tells him he looks happy, even if Law doesn’t really show it. She swears it’s just something in the way he speaks while he asks her to pull together a small bouquet for you. He is happy, beyond that actually, knowing you two have a son, you both are healthy and safe. He has a family again, his very own. The flowers and ring aren’t enough to convey his gratitude to you for giving him a family to call his own, but it’s a start. There will be plenty more times for him to do so in the future.

When Law gets back to your room, you’re awake again and in the middle of nursing your son, a nurse helping you when you need it. She notices the flowers he’s brought and leaves you both with a smile, saying she’ll come back in a few minutes.

“Where’d you get off to?”

“Had to get something,” Law comes over and presses a kiss to your forehead, giving you a smile, “Happy Mother’s Day.”

~~

Penguin has thought of what to do every day since your daughter Wren was born. He’s come up with multiple ways to celebrate your first Mother’s Day, but nothing seems just right to him. He’s thought of brunch, breakfast in bed, giving you a day out with your friends while he watches your daughter, or even a weekend trip away, leaving your baby with her grandparents, but nothing works out. Restaurants and diners he calls are all booked up already, you hate eating in bed because of crumbs, your friends all had plans either with their own mothers or their spouses and kids, and your own parents were out of town for the next two weeks.

He ends up with no real plans for the day and feels terrible about it as it approaches. Its going to be another normal Sunday for the three of you, he hates the idea of that because it’s your first Mother’s Day, it should be special, shouldn’t it?

When the day finally comes around, Penguin is up first, hearing Wren’s little babbles through the baby monitor, and going to pick her up. At nine-months-old she’s figured out how to stand up on her own, still no steps being taken by herself, but when she sees Penguin enter the nursery, she grins and starts bouncing up and down, holding the rail of her crib and shouting “da” over and over. It makes Penguin smile as he picks her up, kissing her chubby cheek which makes her squeal.

“Good morning, Wren! Let’s keep quiet, mommy’s still asleep, okay?”

“Da!”

He laughs a bit, lifting her up over his head to make her giggle again, as she reaches her little hands towards his face.

“You know…a great gift would be for you to say ‘mama’ for the first time, yeah?”

“Ma?”

“Yeah, you’re close! Now, just say ‘mama’.”

Wren sticks her tongue out while she tries to speak, Penguin helping her along for several minutes until she finally says something close to ‘mama’.

“Mm…ma.”

Penguin sighs a bit, but nods as he brings Wren down and kisses her cheek again, making her giggle as she wraps her arms around his neck.

“You two sure have been having fun.”

Both look to you in the doorway, no shortage of smiles among the three of you, as Wren lights up and starts to reach for you, trying to say she wants you to hold her. You both take just a moment too long to get her to you, and it makes her fuss and kick her legs a bit.

“Ma…ma!”

You didn’t even get her in your arms, you and Penguin both freezing in place for a moment while Wren continues to fuss and whine, almost in tears since you haven’t held her yet.

“Mama!”

“I—”

“Her first word!!” You quickly take Wren from Penguin and hug her close, kissing her cheeks and forehead telling her how proud you are of your little girl. “This is the best Mother’s Day gift!”

At least that worked out, even if he didn’t have a plan in mind.

~~

Sanji wouldn’t have waited nearly a year to celebrate you as a mother if you hadn’t forced him to. With fraternal twins to now take care of and raise, you’ve both been through bouts of exhaustion and elation over the two babies you brought into the world. Sora and Angel, your precious blessings, were nearly a year old, and you’d already started planning a birthday party for them, completely ignoring the fact Mother’s Day was a few weeks prior to their turning one-year-old.

Sanji didn’t forget, he had a plan, one that included your twins scribbling away to make cards for you, though he didn’t expect the two to be so fussy about it and mark each other up more than the papers. He learned very quickly to not give babies or toddlers markers, unless they were washable. You still don’t fully realize how Sora ended up with a bright green mark over his right eye and Angel had a hot pink line down her left arm.

The rest was simple, breakfast in bed, made by your professional chef husband of course, and whatever else you wanted for the rest of the day. If you want to lay in bed and watch TV without interruption, he’d put your twins in the stroller and take them to the park. If you wanted to turn your phone off and sleep the day away, he’d take over and leave you alone until you needed anything. Whatever you want, it’s a day to celebrate you as the mother of his children, he wasn’t going to deny you anything.

But when you do tell him what you want, after finishing off breakfast, Sanji’s a bit surprised.

“Are you…sure?”

“Mm-hm,” you nod and try to keep Sora from grabbing the butter knife on the tray, making him whine while Angel slept in Sanji’s arms, “I want to spend the day with the three of you.”

“You…do that every day though, my love.”

“So?” smiling, you kiss the top of Sora’s head and watch Angel as she starts to stir awake, rubbing her eyes with her tiny hands, “You guys are my family. I hate the idea of not being with the three of you today, so I’d rather just spend it like we always do.”

Sanji nods a bit, seeming to understand, greeting Angel when she wakes up fully with a kiss to the forehead. It makes you happy to watch him with both your children, but especially your daughter. How could he ever think you’d want to spend the day alone? Not when you had these two blessings as your children and Sanji as your husband.

“We could still take these two to the park later, maybe burn off some energy so they nap at a decent time.”

“Of course! Whatever you want, my love.”

~~

Zoro doesn’t even fully realize that its Mother’s Day until Nami says something to him. The past few weeks with your son have been exhausting for both of you, but he can’t believe he forgot that this was a thing. He has nothing planned and isn’t sure what to do. He’s running out of time, it’s literally just a few hours away before Nami offers to take you out for the day wherever the Sunny docks in the morning. Zoro will stay with your son on the ship, and you’ll get a day off from being a mom and wife, the two think it’s the best thing to give you on such short notice, though Nami does up the interest on his debt again for this.

You don’t even get to say good morning to your husband or son before Nami has dragged you off to whatever she has planned, its really just a normal girl’s day out with shopping and lunch. Most of what you buy isn’t even for you, it’s baby items that you need or clothes you think are adorable. It just ended up making you miss your son more as the day went on.

When you do get back to the ship, your son is wailing and no one has been able to calm him down, not even Zoro while he tries his hardest and lightly bounces your baby as he shushes him gently. As soon as you drop your bags you’re taking him from your husband and holding him close to calm him down.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, mommy’s here, Keitaro. I’m back.”

He slowly calms down once he realizes its you, burying his little face in your shoulder and keeping a tight grip on your shirt. When you ask Zoro what the deal was with Nami dragging you off the ship so early, before you even had the chance to hold Keitaro that day, he explains the situation and it just makes you tilt your head.

“…it’s Mother’s Day?”

You hadn’t even realized it. That just makes Zoro feel bad that it caused your son such distress, and he and Nami both apologize for not talking to you about it beforehand. They both assumed the other had discussed it with you. You didn’t really care to celebrate, all that mattered was being with your husband and son, the rest of your day spent with just the two of them.

Note 2: Out here dropping names like I didn't say I'd make a post about that at some point lol. So, the firstborns in order of character are Portgas D. Rogue, Trafalgar D. Rosinante (called Rosi cause it's too damn cute), Wren, Sora and Angel, and Roronoa Keitaro.

[sweetypouch]

Home Sweet Home

Mr. Crawling Hcs

Synopsis: Just you and him. A couple living their daily life together.

Spoilers!⚠️ From END04: Blissful Love Life

Incorrect grammar (?)

Mr. Crawling being a clingy baby

Fluff. Just pure fluff

Word count: 611

Living with him wasn't so bad at all, it was actually more lively. With him crawling around, following you like a baby who just learned how to move around, it was still nice that he kept on guarding you like some threat would just appear out of nowhere and attack you.

Well to be honest, he really is your baby. You thought it was a good idea to buy some stuff that'll help him adapt to a new life, from educational books—mostly books that are for little kids to help him learn about your language easily, to technology like phones and some other appliances used around your apartment that he doesn't have a single clue about. Sometimes he would just point at something and you'd immediately tell him what it is, just like he used to do to you back in his world.

It was like babysitting a child, except it never bothered you at all, you love taking care of him, it's the least you can do to repay him for his kindness and protection. After all, it's not possible to get back to your own world safely without his help.

Your apartment's kind of cramped, but he actually enjoys the limited space, because he can find you around the house very easily. He doesn't want you out of his sight, not even a second. Being a very curious creature that he is, it's not a surprise if you find him wandering around the kitchen, crawling around the living room, or even hiding in the bathroom.

Cuddles with him are a must, it's a part of your everyday life now and shouldn't be forgotten, or else he'd sulk in a corner or cry inside your closet, wondering if you dislike him. A clingy baby always need some hugs, so please do hug him before leaving the house.

Bathing him was very fun, he'd laugh a lot or even play with the foamy bubbles forming inside the tub. Sometimes you'd play with him, stacking up the foam on top of his head, and he would be amused, which you find really adorable. After it, the next thing you would do is to dry up his hair, which is kind of difficult because it's long and it's very time-consuming. Aside from that, you know he doesn't like someone touching or even fixing his hair, yet to him, you're the only exception. He trusts you very much, so it's completely okay for him if you want to style his hair, comb his hair, or even put cute hair clips around it. He loves seeing that smile on your face.

On rare occasions, you would try and convince him to walk rather than to crawl, you're kind of afraid people would assume you're treating him like a dog if he crawls around town with you. You wanted to take him on a date, maybe a picnic date would be nice, or maybe a walk in a park to let him enjoy the outside world even for a while.

He loves kissing you, you spoiled him a bit too much at that so it's technically your fault. As soon as you taught him about kissing as an alternative way of saying 'I love you', he immediately showers you with kisses all around your face, making you so flustered. You never saw this side of him before until now, and it leads to more curiosity about how does he really act when he loves someone.

Spending the night with him was always so cozy and comfortable, with you cuddled up to him, his arms wrapped tight around your body as he watched your sleeping figure first before finally closing his eyes.

And in the morning, it's always waking up with a smile, ready to experience another day having each other.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Can we please maybe get more disowned verse?

"I want to see my fucking kids-"

"And your fuckin' kids don't want to see you," you counter, folding your arms and blocking the door. Your big sister doesn't scare you. Mandy is all bark and no bite. There's no cash in the house and all the good shit is in safe deposit boxes and she knows it.

Also, the kids are at school. If she raised them. Or bothered to call them she'd know that.

She stands there. Yapping about her rights. About you "stealing her babies". And all you do is watch. Across the way you know Reba is peaking through her curtains- she's sent Alan, her husband to 'check on the plants' with the house phone in his hand.

You appreciate it, but honestly you'd rather just kick the living shit out of her. The kids aren't home to see it. And it's only 10am. The cops and the ambulance would be long gone before the bus got here AND you could probably hose the greasy patch off the driveway. That thought is satisfying. A little too satisfying- but you can't stop it, even if you know it would disappoint your mother.

Mama died waiting for her to get her shit together and you're still raw from watching her do it.

"Hey, Beautiful!" Jason said, strolling up the walk, "Looks like I'm just in time for a show."

"Who the fuck-"

"The man who takes care of Y/N's bitch work so she can raise your kids," Jason said, shouldering his way past Mandy and putting himself between the two of you."

"Fuck-"

"Nah," Jason said, towering over her comfortably. "You can fuck off though. Preferably before the cops show up."

Mandy snarled and Jason shrugged, "I'll give you a 30-second head start. It's more than you deserve. Don't think I didn't hear the shit you said to Y/N. Half of town heard it."

[tired-biscuit]

18+ mdni, fem!reader // cw: pregnancy, husband!bakugou, domestic comfort

bakugou changes after he finds out you're pregnant.

it's mostly for the better. he's attentive and kind in that rugged sort of way only he can make work, as well as surprisingly tolerant and patient. he cooks for you, carries you up the stairs whenever you're feeling too lazy for it, satisfies your weird cravings, and insists that he do most of the chores whenever his job allows him to - vacuuming the house is always done on sundays because of that reason alone.

the dad-to-be even endures all of your ups and downs; trying to appease you in whichever way he can, whilst you continue to grow and carry your future little bundle of joy inside of your belly. even most of the hormone-induced emotional outbursts and tantrums that tend to overtake your sound state of mind from time to time are taken care of and sailed across pretty smoothly because of his sudden change in demeanor. it's great - for the most part.

but above all that, bakugou also becomes careful.

during sex especially.

actually, now that you think about it, the once ravenous brute that your husband used to be - the one with a foul vocabulary you'd constantly snicker at whenever it came out to play, and the fierce eyes that paired so well with that signaturely feral grin you rarely get to see nowadays - now turns completely wary whenever you feel in the mood as of late.

safe to say, it's pretty peculiar. however, you're not quite sure yet if it's the good kind or not.

because even now, as you sit on his lap completely naked; with your skin dewy from sweat and the baby bump barely showing, his hands are still calloused and rough to the touch, yes, but are also awfully gentle as they wrap around the curve of your hips. slow and unsure whilst stroking you, they remind you nothing of the near death-grip he had once used on you to leave your skin bruising with passion until the early hours of the morning.

no, instead, this particular touch is so feather-light that it feels like it's more of the phantom kind. and to be completely honest, that 'barely there' feeling is beginning to drive you nuts.

and not in a good way.

especially because he's got that soft look in his eyes, now. the one that you love, of course you do, but for which you're just not in the mood for right now. it's the one that makes him treat you like fragile glass instead of his woman; that makes him make love to you like you're an inexperienced virgin despite the fact that you're literally carrying his child and that he's managed to bend you over nearly every flat surface inside your cozy home during the course of your relationship.

it's the look that makes you want to anger him just so you can get fucked by him all mean and raw like he'd done back then; with you bent over those exact flat surfaces, or rather splayed wide open on top of them. the one that makes you yearn to bounce on his cock with all your might and fervour just so you could prove him wrong.

however much to your dismay, he doesn't let you do that; of course he doesn't. no, to make matters even worse, he's not even allowing you to take his dick in its glorious entirety anymore. instead, he reckons that a little over half of it should do just fine to soothe your needs.

from his perspective, it's looking out for your wellbeing. from yours, it's pure bullshit.

so as you wrap your arms around his neck and sneakily attempt to get a pass at fully sitting down onto him by tugging onto his hair, you're disappointed to feel his hands slide downwards just as fast; right to the underside of your thighs. because just like you, he's pulled the same move. the same tricks.

still, you moan prettily as he stops you by grabbing handfuls of the plush flesh and gently spreads your cheeks apart, making you shiver from the shortly-lived stimulation nonetheless. you watch with tired eyes as his biceps flex, oh, so deliciously when he uses force to make you halt just a few inches from accepting his entire length.

the ripple of muscle is almost like torture for your feral state of mind.

you lick your lips as you tug on his hair again and whisper, "kat-"

he closes his eyes for a second at the touch before he opens them again. his pupils are so big by the time he looks at you properly.

"mm-mm." it's all he offers now. still, a small smirk ghosts over his lips when you pout and consequently begin to glare at him because of the denial.

fucker.

"but-"

"nah." he shakes his head this time, a twinkle of mischief and caring; such deep, profound caring dancing in his eyes as he looks up at you.

"but, i-i-" you sigh, breath quivering when he readjusts on the couch and unintentionally pushes deeper inside of you by a mere inch as a result. both of you seem to have trouble biting back the groans of pleasure climbing up your throats as you add, "...i wanna."

"so?" he pauses, his cheeks dusting pink. "we've been over this... you know what my answer is gonna be."

"kat, c'mon," you repeat, blinking in a way that makes your eyelashes flutter all endearing-like, "please?"

"no."

"pretty please?" you pout again, bottom lip jutting out cutely, the gears in your head turning. "i wanna be pounded properly this time. by you; my amazing husband..." you take a second to stroke the stiff column in the side of his neck as you watch his adam's apple bob, "my big, strong pro hero."

his pupils dilate again. you're so close to winning, you can nearly taste the victory on the tip of your tongue as you feel his fingers twitch just like his dick does, and his hips falter before they push slightly upwards.

so close, you're so close; he just needs a little-

"jesus christ, let me have this, woman... just this, c'mon." he grunts in protest all of a sudden, his voice straining slightly when you wiggle your hips to try and persuade him further. he holds you steady now, his grip strictly solid again. "i already do everything else exactly the way you want me to... can't ya just go easy on me, at least for this one thing?"

you blink, your purpose forgotten. "what on earth do you mean by that?"

and he rolls his eyes. "what on earth do you mea- well i don't know, who else had to go to the fucking mini-market at 3am yesterday, just 'cause someone was craving a weirdly specific brand of bananas?"

"well, that's not fair," you quip back in an instant, brow furrowing. your tummy tingles because his cock is literally throbbing inside of you, but you still gather enough focus to stand your ground. "as far as i know, i didn't ask you to go get them."

"no, you just moped around and kept doing that little sigh thing - the one that you know damn well drives me absolutely fuckin' crazy, by the way, until i got out of bed and drove there like some goddamn circus monkey of yours."

a beat of silence passes between you at that.

"circus monkey?" a pause. "really, katsuki?"

"shut up... it's 'cause of the stupid bananas."

you want to laugh now and so does he, you can tell by the consistent twitch at the corner of his mouth. but you're both just so stubborn. unyielding.

childish, like the baby you're carrying will surely be.

"well, i-" his fingers dig deeper into your skin the moment you open your mouth to tell him off again, his blunt nails burrowing themselves into the softness as you yelp and press your palms against his chest to try and stabilize yourself.

"we're doing this my way." he smiles up at you, showing you his teeth. "okay?"

"whatever." your eye roll is dramatic as ever before you stick your tongue out at him. "you're mean."

his eyes glimmer at the jab. the red shade is so rich that it makes your heart beat faster. especially when he purrs, "i thought you liked that about me, baby?"

"oh, you little- mmph!"

he pulls you in for a kiss before you can even begin to object again.

better luck next time.

[creedslove]

BABY BLISS 🍼

Post outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Tommy's daughter was born a couple of months ago but Joel can't bring himself to be around the baby as painful memories of his late daughter continue to haunt him and you try your best to support him

(This can be read as a continuation of SLEEP BLISS 💤, SHOWER BLISS 🫧 and MOONLIGHT BLISS 🌙 or as a stand alone, it's up to you)

Warnings: established relationship, age gap, fluff, angst, hurt, anxiety attack, talks of pregnancy, as usual, out of character Joel as always lol

A/N: I LOVE JOEL MILLER 🥺😔

2k words

You thought Joel was indestructible. He was fearless, courageous, when needed, he was violent, brutal, mercilessly. You'd seen him take down men and creatures without flinching.

Nothing seemed to faze him, and you were sure he feared nothing in his life.

So watching Joel Miller being scared of a baby was actually pretty funny. At first.

Ever since Maria's and Tommy's baby was born, you'd been to their place a lot of times. You just loved helping them out with the baby, it wasn't the smartest idea to have one during the apocalypse, but then, they were married, in love, safe in a community and who were you to judge after all? Babies represented a new life, a wind of change, so when you saw that beautiful little thing for the first time, your heart melted.

She was an adorable baby, so quiet and small and you loved holding her whenever Maria would let you to.

Her sweet precious Flora smelled really good, you had heard of people talking about how babies smelled good but you didn't think it was true until you held her. You just couldn't get enough of your niece.

Niece.

That made you giggle.

You and Joel finally made things official after he took you on a date. You had been in love with each other for long, but you were both too scared to admit it.

Looking back at things now, you realized how silly it was because of how obvious your feelings for each other were, and you could swear you were the happiest woman in Jackson, as you could be with the man you loved.

But when you saw how happy Maria was with her baby, you realized maybe you were the second happiest woman in town.

The only thing that felt off was Joel's reaction. He never seemed very enthusiastic about the news his brother was going to be a dad, and when Maria finally delivered the baby, he was just in a weird mood. He kept to him, didn't say much, congratulated his brother and took him out for a drink, but he declined when Tommy offered him to hold Flora.

And since then, he kept his distance from the baby. He glanced at her from afar and that was it.

At first you didn't give it much thought, but you began finding it weird, especially after the uncomfortable silence that lingered in the room whenever Joel didn't actually acknowledge his niece.

Tommy didn't pressure him into holding Flora or anything like that, he had an idea why his brother was distant, so he'd rather not go there and make him uncomfortable.

You'd spent the whole after at Maria's while the men were out in town working and doing other tasks. Very often Tommy and Joel went back to some construction jobs, just as before everything went to shit.

He knew you'd stay at his brother's so he'd told you he'd stop by later and you two could walk home together.

Joel was hoping that you'd be good to go once he got there with Tommy, but of course you had to be inside, he sighed and looked around, trying to come up with an excuse so he wouldn't get in, but his brother was already holding the door open for him with a dumb smile and he could hear your voice inside.

The house was silent, the only thing they could hear was your voice, but you weren't speaking, you were humming.

Maria was in a comfortable slumber, she lay on the couch and ended up falling asleep once she saw her baby girl was safe in your arms. She'd spent most nights awake and it was a relief to have you around helping her. She didn't even know how to thank you, but to you, it was such a bliss to take care of Flora.

Joel stepped inside, he swallowed hard the moment he saw you holding the baby. You hummed a lullaby but she wouldn't close her little eyes. Flora was smart and curious, always looking around and cooing at people. He knew you'd already told him he should be a little warmer to her, of course she was a small baby and didn't understand things, but you reminded him maybe Tommy and Maria could be offended if he didn't show any interest in their daughter, after all, she'd been born a couple of months ago and Joel had barely looked at her.

But he didn't want to look at her, because if he did, he would recognize the features he used to love so much and he lost. He didn't want to hold her, because he knew her smell would remind him of the smell of the one he lost for good.

He couldn't do that to himself, he didn't want to live through that pain again, now he was happy and though he would never forget what happened, some days it hurt a little less, because he had you in his life and you made it all easier. But when he saw you holding Flora, he didn't feel strong enough. The way she cooed in your arms and blinked curiously and the way you pecked her forehead so gently, it gutted him.

"Hey princess, that's uncle Joel" you cooed at her and saw her fussing a little before giving him a gummy smile.

You chuckled and got closer "do you wanna hold her?" You offered gently. He saw your eyes sparkling and he wondered if you ever wanted to be a mom, you were a natural with kids, they always seemed to love you and sometimes he closed his eyes and wondered what things would be like if you ended up pregnant, but he dismissed this thought as soon as it appeared.

He could see how happy you were to be holding Flora, and how comfortable you were with a small baby in your arms.

He hadn't told you why he didn't want anything to do with the baby, he knew he was kind of a jerk, but since his brother never brought it up, then he didn't feel the need to explain it.

But when you looked at him that way, it melted his heart, he couldn't bring himself to say no to you. He heard a small coo and looked down onto your eyes, taking a deep breath and extending his.

You didn't think Joel would be willing to pick Flora up, and if he weren't you wouldn't insist it at all, but there he was, surprising you after all. Little Flora settled comfortably in her uncle's arms, her small nose nuzzled his chest as she began closing her eyes feeling sleepy. She looked curiously at him, but he was so warm she couldn't fight sleep for much longer.

Joel was in awe at his niece. She didn't even know him, and yet she trusted him enough to fall asleep, silly little princess, he thought to himself and smiled. She was so soft and small and the warmth in his arms brought him back so many memories he thought they were buried deep.

He didn't know why he was blushing, but he still avoided looking at you or Tommy, wanting to focus only on the beautiful little girl he had in his arms. He scanned her features and smiled at her, closing his eyes as he inhaled her characteristic baby scent.

His heart skipped a beat and his smile died as a lump formed in his throat. He was enjoying the moment, he really was but then everything came back, all at once and the moment he opened his eyes again he didn't see Flora anymore, all he saw was Sarah.

His sweet baby Sarah, it'd been so long and yet there she was in his arms. He felt a pang in his chest, thinking he'd gone crazy. The first time he held her in his arms, her first word which was also the first time she called him dada, the first time she scraped her knee and called for him, the movie nights they had together and finally how he held her limp body against his, the smell of her fresh blood invading his nostrils and how cold she got in his arms.

Joel let out a sob and opened his eyes again, Flora was still asleep but Tommy quickly picked her up from him "I got this" he said in a concerned way as Joel walked out the backdoor.

The lump in his throat was making it impossible for Joel to breath, he placed his hand in his chest, trying to reach for air but his heart hammered faster and faster in his chest. He looked around hoping he could find something to focus and calm down, but it seemed impossible. Tears ran down his cheek as he fought for control but felt he got to a dead end.

You ran to Joel as fast as you could, he was anxious and tense and you didn't know exactly how to help him, your eyes glistened with tears as you saw his own.

Your arms wrapped around his body.

"I'm here Joel, I'm here" you whispered to him and felt him fall onto his knees, you followed him and felt him burying his face into the crook of your neck. You pressed it, caressing his hair so gently, reminding him you were there for him.

"Breath honey, breath" you said as calmly as you could. Joel's grip was tight around your waist and you lost track of how long you stayed there.

•••

The walk home was silent, Joel didn't say anything and you didn't ask. He was embarrassed after what happened, to him it was a sign of weakness and he was sure that changed how you viewed him. He would rather be alone than be with you if you pitied him.

You, on the other hand, didn't want to leave his side at all, you didn't feel sorry for him, you felt love. You felt a burning ache, longing for him. You had seen the most human portrait of Joel someone could ever witness.

He wasn't a murderer, he wasn't cold blooded, he was a wounded man. A man who lost all but somehow made his way back to being happy with you.

Once at home, Joel went to his room and stayed there, complete silence filled the house and though you wanted to give him all the time he needed, at the same time you felt a need to be next to him.

You knocked on his door, and opened it, Joel was sitting on the bed, watching old pictures of Sarah.

You smiled sadly as he hid them quickly. They were his and he never let anyone see them, not even you. And you respected that.

You sat next to him and ran your fingers through his hair, feeling his arm pulling you by the waist as he let his heavy body lay comfortably in bed and pull you closer to him.

"We don't have to talk about what happened if you don't want to… but I want you to know I'm proud of you, proud of how strong you are, Joel" you told him and kissed his lips gently.

You wanted to tell him so many things, you wanted to tell him that you were proud he managed to hold his niece, you wanted to tell him you were sure she was as beautiful as Sarah was and you wanted to tell him if the world wasn't going to shit you would be more than glad in carry his baby, or you would never get pregnant at all, you wanted to tell him you would do anything he wanted you to, because you loved him.

So those were the only words you let it out.

"I love you, Joel"

He looked at you completely silent and pulled you even closer, kissing your forehead and closing his eyes, he wasn't there yet, he wasn't ready to tell you those three words, it could've been superstition, as he lost everyone he's ever loved, so you didn't mind, you respected his silence, because you loved enough for the two of you.

_____

A/N: I love Joel so much

[takami-takami]

After taking Tokoyami under his wing, so to speak, Keigo experiences it for the first time in his life: baby fever.

He was too busy to think about kids before, but after watching his little intern grow and nurturing his talents, he begins to toss and turn into the night.

His house is empty. What would it look like with a few little hatchlings running around? Would they inherit his quirk? Could he teach them to fly, too?

Could he protect them?

Could he keep them safe?

He practically thuds his head against the wall thinking about it.

You notice the quirks in his mannerisms rather quickly; the way he grips your hand extra firmly when you pass by expecting couples, how he huffs a whine when he watches you interact with the little ones who run up to him and ask for autographs.

When you decide to take action, you tell yourself it's just an experiment to test if your hunch is correct; but if you're honest with yourself— it's a poor excuse to torture the man.

"They're so cute," you coo, passing by a few rascals swinging and chasing each other at the park by his home. "Let me give you one of those?"

Keigo's legs nearly give out, hand darting upwards to cover his mouth in anguish.

"We could adopt," you add, making it worse on purpose. "You'd be such a good daddy—"

Don't blame him when he grips your wrist and walks you right back inside.

[lebenspurpur]

love languages

AN: i don't actually know if i ever did this, so i'm doing it now. sorry for the long hiatus, life is packed full of stuff, as usual. i hope you all had a peaceful christmas and an equally peaceful new year's eve.

summary: love languages of the slashers, both receiving and giving.

warnings: mentioned sex in Bo's, mentioned weed and alcohol in Otis', canon backstories of the slashers

slashers: Michael (RZ), Vincent, Bo and Lester, Brahms, Thomas, Otis and Baby, Jason, Josef and Amanda.

(𝕽𝖅) 𝕸𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖑 𝕸𝖞𝖊𝖗𝖘

Giving

Gift giving and acts of service describe Michael's style of loving you perfectly. He may not be the most talkative, physically affective partner, but he's protective and creative.

The protectiveness shows when he takes care of problems you have, no matter how small. The sink needs fixing? He's on it. You need help lifting something heavy? He's ready to flex those muscles. A person at work is annoying you? Just say the word and he'll take care of them.

The creativity becomes visible in the little gifts that get more individual the longer you know him. In the beginning, he gifted you nearly everything he could find: some candy, a dead mouse, sometimes pretty rocks. As time passes, he spends more time on them. Now you get carved bones, self-made masks, he even picks flowers now and then!

Receiving

Michael would never, ever ask for this, but I'm convinced he loves physical touch as a love language. It doesn't even have to be a big thing, Mikey already enjoys you stitching him up when he got hurt again. His personal heaven, though? You, laying on his chest while watching a hilariously bad horror movie and eating some take-out.

𝖁𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗

Giving

Totally quality time. It would be gifts, but Vincent's gifts are rarer than you'd expect. Most of the time, he gets too insecure and critical of the gift (mostly a drawing or a sculpture) which stops him from ever giving it to you.

Instead, he makes sure you're comfortable and safe in Ambrose. Whatever you want to do, Vincent will do it with you. Even if you just want to spend the day in bed and cuddle, he's absolutely down. Sometimes he organizes little dates for the two of you, where you can spend some time away from his brothers and the Sinclair residence. Especially after he was too focused on the museum for a while, cute dates are his way of apologizing.

Receiving

100% words of affirmation. While Vincent's childhood was filled with (mostly toxic) compliments, he hasn't heard them in a long, long time. And his little artist ego misses them dearly. It doesn't matter if you praise his art, or anything else, he loves it. He wants to hear how much you love him, that you'd never leave him. He can't relax without some reassuring words. The only compliments, he's sensitive about are the ones about his face.

𝕭𝖔 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗

Giving

With Bo, it's actually acts of service. Sure, he's physically expressive as well, always down to touch and caress you, but does he know how to show love through that? No.

He rather focuses on providing for you, mostly by earning a little money to get by. He also prides himself by being the go-to man for reparations around the house.

Receiving

Just like his twin, it's words of affirmation. Unlike Vincent, Bo never got any praise in his early years. He's never known the feeling of being complimented for anything else but his body or his ability to fuck someone. And he doesn't know how much he needs it until you show up. (Imagine him wanting nothing more than to make you proud, so he gets some praise. Shut up, I'm not crying.)

𝕷𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗

Giving

Oh, Lester loves to give gifts. He's super into crafting and collecting stuff he finds to make something new out of it. Stuff like bone necklaces, animals carved out of wood or self-made jewelry. They're always so beautiful, and you're sure he spends hours making them.

Though, during busy times, he has to content with a small bouquet of wildflowers he got for you. You're always excited anyway, no matter the size of the gift.

Receiving

I strongly believe one of Lester's dreams is a wholesome, domestic lifestyle with a spouse he can come home to. So it's acts of service. He loves coming home to a warm and comfortable home with you waiting for him. And if you cook him a meal? He's in heaven.

However, he also adores physical touch. Nothing is more relaxing than laying on your lap with your fingers in his hair.

𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖍𝖒𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖊

Giving

I think it's obvious that Brahms' love language is physical touch. He can not keep his hands off of you. And he doesn't care whether you're busy or not.

To cut him some slack, there's no slasher that knows how to be as comforting with touch as Brahms is. Plus, his hands are the softest.

Receiving

Who would've thought, it's still physical touch. In addition to that, words of affirmation. Brahms loves touching, and he loves being touched equally much. He also likes being praised, as we all know.

On a more serious note, Brahms needs your voice to ground himself pretty often. His entire life was filled with so many rules and restrictions, it's strange to be a free man suddenly. Praising him, complimenting him, reassuring him - it often saves him from spiraling into a melt-down when something goes wrong.

𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖙

Giving

Tommy prides himself as the provider of his family (because he is). Therefor, his love language is acts of service. He sews for you, he fixes things for you, he threatens Hoyt when he once again crosses a line. Thomas would do anything for you, really. His biggest fear is to be without you, and so he works hard to eradicate any chance of that ever happening.

Receiving

Thomas is so touch starved, he adores physical touch. Ever since he was born, people were too afraid or too disgusted to touch him, to even get close to him. The only exception was Luda Mae. He used to think he would die without knowing any loving touch.

And then you came around, and you're so affective, so sweet to him. Tommy doesn't think he deserves you, but whenever you touch him, he melts anyway.

𝕺𝖙𝖎𝖘 𝕯𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖙𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉

Giving

As surprising as it sounds, Otis' love language is giving gifts. Otis isn't good with words (don't get me wrong, he can hold speeches like a champ, but let's be honest, he'd rather bite his tongue off than say anything emotional), he's often rougher than he'd like, he's lazy and his past-time activities are... special. In his eyes, there's only one way to prove his adoration, and it's surprisingly well-chosen gifts.

Otis always seems to know what you're currently interested in or what you wanted for a while. When he hands you the gift, he brushes it off like it's nothing, even if you're getting super emotional, but you know he means well. (He steals them, by the way, I don't think he pays for anything ever.)

Receiving

Otis loves to spend time with you, so quality time. He's been alone for so long, it's refreshing to have someone beside him who actually enjoys his company. Sure, he has his family, but nothing compares to the presence of a significant other. He loves movie nights with the two of you, even better if they involve weed or alcohol.

𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞 𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖑𝖞

Giving

Spending quality time with you is one of her favorite ways to show her affection. It's up to you what the two of you are doing. Baby's down for doing each other's makeup, she's also down for robbing a bank. You have a lot of options.

Receiving

Baby loooooves getting gifts. It doesn't matter how expensive or big they are. Anything you decide to give to her is being cherished. Be it a lipstick you bought or a drawing of her, Baby will never forget it. Gifts make her feel so wanted, so spoiled.

𝕵𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖋

Giving

Josef is very, very good with words, especially words of affirmation. It's kind of ironic, given how awkward he can be.

But really, he's praise as a person. Josef loves to compliment and worship you. No matter what you did, he has to make sure you know how much he adores and cherishes you and how wonderful you are.

Receiving

As seen in Creep 2, Josef needs someone to spend quality time with. Doesn't matter if you're going for a walk or just enjoying a bath together (we all know what scene I'm talking about), just being around you makes him happy.

Nevertheless, we also see him being extremely touch-starved. Josef is aching for some physical touch, and if you give it to him, he'll cherish the ground you walk on.

𝕵𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖁𝖔𝖔𝖗𝖍𝖊𝖊𝖘

Giving

Jason is always proud to say he's a providing type of man. Acts of service are such an easy way for him to show his love. He hunts for the two of you, he cooks, he renovates, Jason is all about making your life as comfortable and easy-going as possible.

Receiving

Jason misses words of affirmation. Just tell him how strong and attractive he is, and the boy is blushing redder than anything you've ever seen before. Praise about his work (as in his cooking or certain fixes he made) make him swell with pride as well. He adores how tender your voice is when you talk with him.

𝕬𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖆 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌

Giving

In Amanda's eyes, making sure you're safe is her number one priority. She protects you, she gives you a comfortable life, free of any worries she could possibly get rid of. Her acts of service often contain getting rid of any evidence that traces you to her, but she loves the satisfaction of knowing that you're looked after.

Receiving

Amanda misses the simple sensation of having dinner with someone she loves, or watching a movie cuddled together. Spending quality time is very, very important to her, and she often neglects tasks she got from John, simply because she misses your company.

[angelnix]

slow mornings in january.

young!politician!snow ; a year after your arranged marriage with coriolanus, the two of you have gotten quite close now.

── a/n: a short fic for now ! might make this a series if im not too lazy <3

divider creds go to cafekitsune !

the first january.

"good morning, coryo." you softly coo, feeling the hangover hit you like a brick. you & your husband had hosted a new years party just last night, with lots and lots of drinking involved. the boy turns over from his position in bed with you, facing you with a soft smile.

"good morning to you too, doll. hows the hangover doin' ya?" he grasps you waist, pulling you closer. the two of you are skin-to-skin, just how you like it.

it's been a year since the marriage, you'll confess— it wasn't easy to get accustomed to the married life, especially being married to a complete stranger.

but it's been good. you've been good. the empty feeling in the snow home, gone after a few months, specifically one late night.

"d'you really gotta get up early today?" giving him the doe eyes, you pout. not wanting him to go to work right after a mind-aching party. since you two have familiarized yourselves with each other, being worried about the others wellbeing is quite normal now.

he sighs, "y'know i don't wanna." burying his face into your neck, murmuring, "i'd much rather stay here with you, take care of you and that hangover of yours."

coriolanus having his own caring side was a shock to you, his usually stoic demeanor dominating his personality.

you play with his platinum curls, the softness filling your hand. "i can fend for myself, hon."

"but most of the maids arent here." he follows, "are you sure? and your sure you won't get too bored without me?"

"yes baby, i can most certainly take care of myself— and yes, i won't get too bored without you here." you chuckle sweetly, "i'll miss you, though."

you can feel him pouting, his hot breath still on you. he whines, "i'll miss you so much too."

his soft side comforts you, bringing a warmth you've never felt before. he makes you feel childish, in the best possible way.

you two lay there for a while, you playing with his hair and him breathing into your neck. you clear your throat, "as much as i don't want you to, you should get to work hon."

he groans, "alright then, i'll get ready now.", you can feel a tinge of grump in his voice. coriolanus gets up, placing a kiss on your forehead before leaving.

˖ ࣪ . 🦢 ࿐ ˚ .

its been a bit since he left, youre still in bed, but you've picked up a dainty little book to read for the day. a knock on the door is heard, "good morning, mrs. snow.— sir is leaving for the day and asked if you'd like to meet him before he leaves.", a maid utters quitely, she's a shy little lady, but you don't mind.

you straighten up, leaving the bed and taking a peek at the mirror before leaving your bedroom. walking downstairs, you hear the car engine running, arriving down, you see coriolanus patiently waiting for your goodbye.

his hands are tucked into the pockets of his red coat, his hair is slicked back. something about him feels so husky, so goddamn handsome.

you give him a wide smile, meeting his eyes.

"hey, doll. 'bout to leave now, kiss me goodbye?"

you tiptoe, face closer to his. you make an audible mwah! noise as you kiss him, the playfulness displayed in your eyes. you pull away, "i love you", you mutter. he cups your face, thumb on your bottom lip, "i love you more."

he leaves and you follow him out of the house, watching him enter the car as you wave him goodbye. "stay safe!" you shout, blowing him a kiss before the car leaves entirely. your softness elicits a smile from the usually stern man.

you enter back inside, now, what shall you do for today?

[helplesslyblue77]

You Can't Deny(That Beast Inside)

Genre: Smut, minors dni

Pairing: Hybrid!Felix x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Hybrid!Felix is a golden retriever, Friends to Lovers, heat - Freeform, Breeding Kink, Mentions of pups and all the usual stuff that comes(haha get it lol) with a hybrid au, Dirty Talk, hints of Sub!Felix but its mostly Dom!Felix. He gets a little posessive and crazy but we love it

Notes:

bro i love hybrid au's. they weren't something id ever seen out of the kpop fandom, and ive been in a LOT of fandoms. i wonder why thier so specific to kpop

Felix, your best friend of ten years, your lovable Golden Retriever Hybrid who always smiles and makes time for you no matter what, your crush of so many years is avoiding you. It hurts your heart to admit it but it has to be true.

It started three days ago, when you texted him, asking him to come over for your weekly movie night. You received this in response:

“I'm sorry, I can't make it this week.”

He had never, ever skipped out on your weekly movie night.

You had asked if he was ok, and he had told you he was fine, just a little sick. 

“Can I come over to help?”

You'd texted and promptly been shut down, rather harshly in your opinion. Fine, whatever. 

Ok, so maybe Felix was sick and just didn't want to get you sick as well. You believed that until you saw him at the grocery store, perfectly fine. You marched over to him, intent on giving him a piece of your mind, but to your surprise, he had practically run away from you. Without so much as a greeting. 

So you called Chan. 

“Is Felix avoiding me?”

He coughed and stuttered out. “N-no of course not, why would you think that?”

Chan was a horrible liar. 

“He ran away from me at the grocery store, and he won't answer my texts or calls.”

“He's just sick. It's not too bad, he just doesn't want to get you sick.”

You frowned, “If it's that bad, I should go over there—”

Chan interrupted you.

“No wait, he told us not to let you—”

“WHAT?”

“Wait name don't—”

That infuriated you beyond belief, so he was avoiding you huh?

You hung up, intent on giving him a piece of your mind. 

Too bad for him, you knew his address. So you collected yourself and stormed over there, opening the door with the spare key hidden under the rocks by the porch. The house was silent when you entered, storming down the dark hallway you slammed on the lights, shouting at the top of your lungs. 

“LEE FELIX.”

⊛⊛⊛

Felix felt bad about ignoring you, every minute apart from you tore at his heart, and your sad face as he had all but run away from you at the grocery store haunted him every moment.

But it was for the best. He couldn't be around you when his heat was approaching, it wasn't safe for you. He felt tense as if any minute he could jump on you and take you, with or without your permission and he would rather die than ever mess up your friendship, even if he wanted you, had wanted you for years now. 

Felix had resigned himself to being permanently stuck in the friend zone years ago, and yet he still hoped that one day, you would reciprocate his deep feelings for you, but he knew it was just wishful thinking. 

It had started years ago, these urges, and every heat since then Felix had barred alone, accompanied by only thoughts of you. It was dangerous to be near you when he was so close to his heat, your scent tempted him constantly, the pretty sundresses you wore exposed the crotch of your panties when you bent down, and Felix had to do his best not to take you over the kitchen table, in front of all of his friends.

Even if he knew they would enjoy it(Probably a little too much for their own good.)his sense of possessiveness couldn't let the other see you like that.

But it had been worse lately. You had been babysitting your younger cousin, a baby of only two and Felix had watched in agony as you practically glowed with the baby. He couldn’t help imagining the child was yours and the hybrid side of him longed to put his pups into you.

He knew you would look so good all swollen with his pups, and that was when Felix realized his heat was approaching and he needed to get away from you before he did something potentially disastrous. So he had locked himself in his room, in constant agony and accompanied only by his vivid fantasies of you.

So when he heard your pretty voice, shouting his name at first he thought it was just his fantasies. 

But the longer he listened, the more wrong it sounded. First of all, the tone was all wrong, you sounded furious and it was acconpanied by a loud slamming sound.

And then he smelled you, you're scent too fresh to belong to the small heap of your clothes he had been desperately sniffing. And then his kitchen door slammed and Felix realized you were here. In his house. Less than a wall was separating the two of you. Felix almost came right then and there, your scent overwhelming him as he humped desperately into the mattress, still fully clothed. 

You were stomping around his house, shouting his name and Felix hurriedly pulled himself out of his fantasies and bit his hand so hard it started to bleed.

The sharp burst of pain cleared his hand for a moment and he hurriedly stood up, trying and failing to hide the bulge in his pants, before giving up and taking a deep breath, exiting his bedroom.

You were furious, he could tell as you laid eyes on him, marching right up and planting a finger in his chest. Felix held his breath desperately trying not to lose it as you yelled at him. 

“Lee Felix, how dare you ignore me, your not sick—”

You were still yelling but all Felix could focus on was your pretty face, you looked so radiant when you were mad, and Felix would gladly get on his knees and worship you, let you step on his hard cock with your pretty feet or maybe you would slap him, and call him a pervert. He could be your good boy, he could do that. Or if you wanted he could beg you to sit on his face, he would gladly suffocate in your pussy.

That would feel like heaven.

Or maybe if he begged for it enough you would let him fill your pussy with cum, pumping his pups into you until you were nice and round and full, and—

“Felix! Are you even listening to me?”

Felix could help it, he let out a whimper. You frowned, finally taking in his flushed cheeks, his sweaty hair plastered to his forehead, his wrinkled clothes and most telling of all, the large bulge tenting the front of his gray sweatpants. Your eyes widened, and you stepped back hurriedly. Felix followed you, trying to be as close as possible to you, even if he knew he couldn't have you. You frowned, your back hitting the wall, and parted your pretty lips, asking him a question. 

“Felix? Are you in Heat?”

Felix pressed against you, and buried his face in your neck, breathing in your scent in large gulps, trying his best to memorize it before you ran out of the house in disgust.

You shivered a little and Felix groaned as he smelt the sweet smell of arousal emanating from between your thighs. The strings holding his sanity were thin, too close to snapping as you thrashed against him, rubbing your thighs together. You shuddered and ground out a question. 

“Felix? Do you need help? I can get someone—”

“No…”

He moaned out, his voice rough and deep and you whimpered. “Only want you, please…”

His tale swished back and forth, the soft yellow fur catching on your leg and you moaned as his pretty hands gripped your thighs desperately. “You…want me?”

The question came out haltingly, your brain muddled and overcome with arousal. 

Felix nodded against your neck. “Only wanted you, always. I love you.”

You gasped at the admission, your heart full, even as your empty pussy pulsed.

Felix whined against you, the scent of arousal driving him nearly insane. He was about to tell you to leave, you needed to leave before he lost it and fucked you against the wall, but then you grabbed him by the collar, dragging him into his room and shoving him onto the bed. 

“I love you too, Felix.”

He whimpered as you pulled off your shirt and skirt, your panties and bra hitting the floor. He made quick work of his clothes, and you stared greedily at his cock, gulping. 

You realized that Hybrids had, um, bigger dicks than humans, but you had never realized how truly big he was. Just the sight of it made your mouth water desperately, and another time you would have loved to have your mouth on it but right now, you just wanted it inside you, spearing your insides and rendering you nearly dumb.

You could tell Felix wanted the same, even as he waited patiently for you, you could see his impatience in how his hands gripped the sheets, ripping holes and he desperately held himself back, trying to not look too desperate. His tail was wagging back and forth, at an embarrassing rate and all he could see was you. He couldn't believe this was even happening.

After years and years of deserted hopes and dreams of you, he tried to hold on to as he woke to a cold empty bed, you were finally his, not Chans, not Jisung's, his mate.

Felix could smell your arousal scenting the air, and the sight of your naked body was just too much for him. He was about two seconds from just jumping on you and taking you against the floor but thankfully, you ceased his torture and moved on top of him gracefully, lining your entrance up with his tip. 

You were tempted to tease him, he looked too cute with that desperate look in his eyes, his cheeks flushed and his chest heaving up and down with the effort of restraining himself, but you didn't know if you would last, your arousal driving you nearly insane with want. So you spared him, easing down slowly on his cock, taking him one inch at a time. 

He was big, and the stretch was slightly painful but the pain only served to turn you on more, and when you looked down, and saw that only half of him was inside of you, you felt yourself tighten around him. Felix knotted his hands tighter in the blankets, letting you take your time. You felt so good, so tight, the hot walls of your pussy fluttering around him and your pretty moans filling the air.

Felix still half believed this was a dream. 

It took a lot of time, but finally, he was fully inside of you. You felt stuffed, unbelievably full as he pulsed inside of you, and you nearly came there and then as you looked down, noticing the bulge denting your stomach.

Felix was almost gone by now, his hybrid side so close to taking over and all he could think about was fucking you full of his pups, filling his precious mate up completely, and fucking you until you were moaning and screaming dumbly on his cock. 

Before he was completely gone, he made sure to grip your face, turning your eyes to his own. 

“Can I let go?” 

You shuddered, and leaned in, kissing him gently. “Yes, Felix. I'm yours.”

And with those words he was gone.

He lunged forward, gripping you close to him and he pounded your pussy desperately, moans and whimpers filling the air and mixing with your own. He set a ruthless pace, his thick cock felt like it was rearranging your internal organs with each thrust and you didn't think you would ever be able to go back. He had quite literally ruined you for another man. 

“Your mine, m-my mate. The others cant have you.”

At the mention of the others, you almost stopped him, but his words were slurred and desperate, and his possessive nature turned you on. You could almost feel your thoughts slipping away like he was fucking them out of you. 

“Oh Felix, y-yes I'm y-yours…” you interrupted yourself with a loud moan as Felix picked up his thrusts, humping into you with wild abandon. 

This desperate, possessive side of your Felix, who was always sunshine and smiles was new to you. It turned you on beyond belief. You could feel your high coming, feel the tense knot in your groin as Felix fucked you closer and closer to completion. You could feel his thrusts stutter as well.

You tried to warn him. “Felix, ‘m c-coming!”

He mumbled out more nonsense, interspersed with desperate moans as he sucked possessive hickeys into your neck. 

“Make sure the o-others know your mine…fill you up with my c-cum, breed my pretty mate full of my pups…”

His hand makes its way to your clit and you scream, fingernails leaving large scratches on his back. 

His thrusts turn sloppy and he ruts into you desperately, his moans mixing with yours. 

“So pretty, always been so p-pretty, and n-now you're mine.”

You whimper, gripping his shoulders tightly. Your high crashes over you, and you clench around Felix's cock, he stutters, shoving inside you one more time, and moans as he cums. You feel his knot swell inside you, locking his cock inside you as he cums and the extra stretch makes you orgasm a second time, clenching around Felix as he lets out an especially raspy grunt. 

He seems to cum and cum, his hand making its way down to your clit, and he rubs circles into it, prolonging your orgasm. You pull him down, sealing your lips as his cum pumps into your stomach. The kiss is all teeth and tongue and as your orgasm finally dies down, Felix’s still hard cock lodged in your stomach you feel beyond exhausted. Felix collapses on top of you, kissing your neck.

He hugs you fondly, his voice almost shy as he asks you, “Be my girlfriend?”

You giggle a little, how is this the same man who fucked you ruthlessly into the bed and still has his cock lodged inside you. You can tell he's pouting against your neck so you put him out of his misery, wrapping your arms around his naked back. “Oh course Felix.”

His cock is still hard inside of you, and you can feel yourself clench around him. He sounds almost cocky as he teases you. “Are you ready for more, Baby?” 

You slap his back. “How long do heats usually last?”

He smirks, pulling away as his hands and planting a chaste kiss on your lips. 

You wiggle, clenching around him. 

“About a week.”

You moan as he flips you around, entering you again from the back even as his cum drips down your thighs, wetting the bed below you. You're in for a long week. 

originally posted on ao3 on 2023-06-04

reposted on ao3 on 2023-06-08

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hey my love ❤️ can I resquest u something?

daryl is expecting a child with the reader where he is super excited but he also spends his time outside, looking for things for his baby.. but he receives a call from rick saying that his girlfriend is in the infirmary and when he arrives he finds out that the reader lost the pregnancy and he takes care of her and pampers her a lot those days after they both take great care of each other, because he will also be super sad😭

Sorry for my bad english 🤦

Into Shards

Daryl Dixon x pregnant!Reader

Summary: When Daryl is outside the walls, looking for stuff for yours and his baby, he gets called back by Rick - only to come home to devastating news...

Warnings: Major trigger warning here! Miscarriage! pregnancy things, walkers, fluff, bit blood

Set in the beginning of season 9!

Word Count: 2,2k

a/n: Hi nonny! Thank you for the request! ☺️💚 I am honest... I don't know if I should love this one, or not. I tried to write a bit action as well, but it probably isn't the best... Hope you like it nevertheless! 🙈

Tagging: @km-ffluv @loz-3 @stitchintimefan @peaches1958 @fictive-sl0th @lou12346789 @in-this-minute @hotgirlsshareaccounts @sweetpeapod @fuseburner @azanoni @bookofsecretjourneys

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"'M goin' back out today. That okay for ya?" Daryl asked, while buttoning up the last few buttons of his black shirt and rolling up the sleeves. You smiled at him, stretched and stood up; leaving the cosy bedsheets behind. "Of course." You said, stepping closer and watching him slip in his angel-winged vest. Both your hands found their way on his chest, softly tugging on the cold, smooth fabric of the famous leather vest. "As long as you're coming back to us..." You whispered with a smile; your eyes never leaving his beautiful blue-greyish ones.

Us... The word hit Daryl like a ton of bricks - in the best way possible, though. It caused the ends of his nerves to sizzle. An overwhelming feeling of warmth and love flooding his veins. Us... He couldn't stop himself from smiling that signature sweet, small, boyish smile. "Ain't gonna ever leave ya two alone," he stated, shaking his head. One hand settled on your left hip, while the other found your yet non-existent baby bump. Although Daryl always stated, that he was already able to feel the tiny, innocent life. Despite the fact that you were barely eight to ten weeks along - according to Siddiq. Whenever he said that, you'd just giggle and shake your head.

"'M always goin' to come back for ya. 'Specially now." Your smile even widened; one hand reaching up to brush a chestnut brown curl out of his handsome face. "I know." You stood on your tippy-toes to brush your lips against his; eyelids fluttering shut.

"I can't convince you to let me join you, can I?" Daryl scoffed playfully, shaking his head. "Absolutely not. Ain't lettin' you walk around out there." You sighed, but giggled. "Thought so... Take care out there, yes? Be safe." Your boyfriend nodded. "'Course. Promised." "Good." You kissed him again. "I'll be back 'fore the sun's goin' down."

Daryl grabbed his crossbow then, his knives and took one of the pick-up's. His bike would've been a bit too small for his task ahead. With a last look at you and a soft smile, he left Alexandria; off to find and scavenge stuff for the baby.

Around midday, Daryl was already several miles away from home, searching every square inch of a few smaller cities around D.C. Daryl knew that it probably wasn't the best idea to be close to such a big city, but that didn't scare him.

Now he was sneaking down the streets of a rather very small city he didn't know the name of. Not much houses, only a few shops. His eyes landed on an old building. Not big and plain. Unimportant, unnecessary. He was about to walk past it, when he recognised the small sign over the old, rusty door... 'Smith's Baby Store'. Wasn't that exactly what he was looking for? "Finally," he muttered to himself under his breath, drawing his knives. With his foot, he kicked against the unstable door, listening for any signs of walkers. Nothing.

Carefully, he opened the door. It didn't budge at first, but with a little more strength, it finally gave in - as if someone was inside it before him. Looking around to check the street for any stray walkers - which wasn't the case, he stepped inside the small house. Daryl noticed immediately, that this house was constructed very... strange. The door didn't lead straight into the shop. It led into a long, dark hallway - with only three other doors. One on the left, one on the right and one at the end of the hallway. Daryl sneaked on quiet feet down the squeaking hallway; the old wood creaking underneath his weight. He checked the two rooms on the sides first, but found nothing. One room was already scavenged. Not much things were left. Most of the items useless and broken. The other room was nothing more than a broom closet with dusty cleaning supplies.

Daryl let out a slightly annoyed groan, before he made his way to the last room. The sparse wooden door wasn't locked. It was slightly ajar, making it easy for the archer to open it. The door led into a big room, full of shelves and cupboards, in which several baby things were. A smile twitched at the corners of Daryl's lips. Jackpot. But just a moment later, his expression shifted into a frown. The building had been clearly scavenged already, so... Why leave this room out? Why not take these things as well?

The answer got the archer only seconds after the thought had crossed his mind. He took a few steps inside the room - and immediately felt the floor giving softly in underneath him; bending under his weight. The wood was rotten, dilapidated and more than unstable. Daryl walked backwards again, biting his lip and weighing his options. Should he risk it? Should he not? He didn't know what was beneath the floor. Perhaps the basement? He could've sworn he had seen a small stair in the other room, leading down to a door. The basement couldn't be that bad, could it? And perhaps the floor held him, so... Daryl had been way too long on his way today and the past days - weeks. He didn't want to go home once again empty handed.

So, he took the risk - and paid for it almost immediately. The old wood held his weight the first time and also the second time - but not the third. It gave in underneath him, creaking and aching, causing the archer to fall - like he had predicted into the basement. With a thud, he landed on his back, groaning. "Shit." Only a tiny window let the sunlight in and illuminated the dark, dusty and... smelly room. His ears were ringing from the fall, his senses blinded for a moment, causing him to not realise instantly, what he got himself into.

Only when the sounds of low snarls and snapping teeth urged slowly but surely to his ears, he realised. Daryl's eyes widened in shock and surprise, before he scrambled to get up from the cold ground. The window didn't let much light in... But enough to show that said basement was filled with more than just two walkers... Way more than two. Daryl grimaced - in pain and frustration. "Damn it!" The walkers noticed him, of course, immediately and went straight at him. Daryl reached for his knife to get rid of the first undead, attacking him; all the while scanning the room for the door. He had to get out of this.

Unfortunately - just in that moment, while he was fighting the undead, started his walkie talkie to give forth some static hissing, before Rick's voice echoed across the basement. "Daryl?!" The archer got rid of another walker, plunging his knife into its rotten skull, before retrieving the weapon again, and reached for the walkie talkie attached to his belt. He thought it had been the last one, but just as he was about to answer his brother, another walker lunged at Daryl from behind, with such an impact that the little, black device slipped from Daryl's hand, along with his knife. A grunt left his lips as he tried to get the undead man away from him. He turned and stumbled to the ground with the walker landing on top of him. Its foul breath hitting Daryl's face; rotten teeth snapping at him, mere inches from his neck. "Daryl?! Do you copy?!" Rick's voice called out for him again. Daryl gritted his teeth and used all his force to shove the undead away from him. Quickly he reached for his knife and killed the walker. Panting, he fell back on his back, catching his breath. "Come on, Daryl! It's urgent!" Rick sounded almost desperate by now. Daryl took a deep breath and stood up to get the walkie talkie. "Rick? Rick! I'm here." He panted, wiping some blood from his face. "Sorry, man. Had to get rid of a few walkers."

Rick answered instantly. "Thank god. Daryl, you gotta get back here! Quick!" The man frowned, making his way to the small door of the basement. "Why?" "Y/N's in the infirmary! She-" Rick's voice broke and Daryl's heart dropped. You were in the infirmary? Fear and panic immediately started to rise within the archer. "Rick?!" He literally screamed into the walkie talkie, "Rick!" but all he got in return was static hissing. "Fuck's sake!" The archer cursed and slammed the device on the ground, before he literally run up the stairs and out of the house. Something was wrong, if you were in the infirmary - and whatever it was, he had to get back to Alexandria as fast as possible.

The gates got opened immediately, as soon as Daryl approached Alexandria. The archer didn't even bother to park the pic-up on its rightful place. He jumped out of the vehicle and slammed the door shut; seeing Rick already running his way. "Daryl!" The archer met his friend midway. "Wha' happened?! What's wrong with 'er?!" "You better see for yourself...," was all Rick said - a sorrowful look on his face. Daryl didn't let himself tell that twice, of course. As fast his legs could carry him, he sprinted to the infirmary. Without even knocking he ripped the door open and stormed in - attracting Siddiq's attention. "Daryl." "Where is she?!" The archer walked up and down the room like a wounded tiger; tried to push past the doctor - but Siddiq stood firmly in his way and tried to calm him down. "Daryl, calm down. Y/N's in the last room down the hall. Let me explain first, okay?" The black-haired man lifted his hands as if in surrender. Another try to calm the worked up man across him down. Daryl's chest heaved, as he grunted and gave the doctor a short nod - which Siddiq returned. "You... You might want to sit down for this." "Nah, 'm good. Tell me wha' happened." The doctor took a deep breath. "Alright, I... Y/N came to me a few hours ago; said she had cramps. Usually nothing to be worried about, but I checked on her nevertheless." Siddiq swallowed hard, lowering his head. "When I went to check, I... I saw that... There was blood, Daryl."

The archer's eyes widened and he felt his heart drop for the second time that day. Deep down, he already knew what it meant, of course, but he didn't want to believe it. Not until Siddiq spoke the dreadful words out loud. "Y/N, she... I'm afraid she had a miscarriage. I'm sorry." Daryl just stared at his friend blankly. The news - the shock was just too overwhelming. Without saying a single word, the archer walked past the doctor and straight down the hall, towards your room.

Gently opening the door, he found you laying on a bed, curled up into a ball. Your back towards him. He could hear the soft cries and sobs, which left your lips - breaking his heart. Daryl whispered your name, trying to hold back his own tears. You stirred immediately; hearing his voice. Shifting to face him, he saw your tear-stained cheeks and red, puffy eyes. "D-Daryl..." You sobbed, causing more tears to fall. He was immediately at your side, pulling you against his body. "'M here, love, 'm here. 'S alright, 'm here..." Of course, he knew that nothing was alright, but what was he supposed to say?

Daryl felt your body shaking against his. He wanted to scream; he wanted to cry - but he couldn't allow himself that. He needed to be strong for you. For the both of you. But the harsh reality hit him nevertheless. A few hours back, everything was alright. His little world was perfect. And now? Now it all came crashing down. The happiness ripped out of both your hands - within the blink of an eye. "I-I am s-so s-sorry, I-I-I..." You stammered, hands clasping on his vest; holding onto him for dear life. Daryl immediately shook his head. "Stop that, please... You have nothin' to be sorry for. This ain't your fault, sunshine." "It h-has to b-be! I-I must've done s-something wrong, I…" "Nah, you didn't. These things just happen sometimes." You looked up at him with hooded Y/E/C eyes. "B-But why to u-us? W-We were so happy about it... Looked forward to meet this baby and now... Now they are gone..." The words caused fresh tears to run down your cheeks. "I don't know, sunshine... I don't know..."

The most important thing was, that you had each other. It was going to be a tough time, but you knew that with Daryl by your side, you would overcome the grief. Scars were going to heal with time and sooner or later, you would welcome a new life in this world, where happiness was most precious and family was the most precious gift. Yes, it wasn't going to be easy, but you knew from all the things you've been through that everything works out in the end. After all, light couldn't exist without darkness, could it?

The next days Daryl spent the whole time at home with you. He didn't leave your side. Not even for a minute. The both of you spent most of the time in your house; secluded. Everybody understood that, of course and gave you all the time you needed to process the loss. Losing a child was never easy. No matter if born or unborn.

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After that interesting and tense feeding, you both quietly moved to the living room, settling Nadia in her playpen before heading to the kitchen. You moved around in a routine as you made your breakfast. It was silent as you both ate, only speaking when you announced it was Nadia's nap time. Natasha had decided to give you a little space as you put the baby to sleep.

Once down, you tiptoed out of the room, awkwardly telling Natasha you decided to take a nap as well before hurrying to your room. Deciding to leave it alone, Natasha stayed in the living room watching the News in every country, retrying to catch up with the year.

Natasha felt something off. Her lips curled, thinking about the time she told you about this sixth sense she had, and you had declared you'd call it her spidey senses. She sat up quickly, hearing a knock on the door.

Quietly, the redhead takes careful steps toward the front door. Once closed, she carefully places her palms on the door, lifting herself up on her toes as she peeks her eye through the peephole. Is that? 

Backing up, the older woman quickly opens the door, catching the person off guard mid-knock. "Aren't you supposed to be dead?" the man asked, gawking at the woman in front of him—who raised an eyebrow at his words—before shaking his head and focusing on the reason for his visit. "Is Y/n here?"

"Why?"

"I just—please, is she here or not?" the man asked. The look on his face almost made the redhead feel bad for asking, but she'd rather be safe than sorry. I'll go get her—come in." Natasha walked off, heading to our room, not before checking on the baby. The door opened slowly as the redhead took a peep, and she shut the door once she saw the sleeping babe.

Natasha frowns, seeing a bright light shine through the bottom of the door. The door opens abruptly before Natasha can knock, starting both you and her. You put your hands on your chest as the other held a baby monitor. You let out a nervous chuckle, "Nat, you scared me."

"Sorry, um, what was?" Cutting her off quickly, you exited your room and shut the door behind you. "Who was at the door?" you asked her with a concerned look, waiting for her wife's answer.

Focusing back on why she went to you, she makes a mental note to ask you about the light later, although the way you shut your door fast tells her that she should keep it to herself: "Strange is here."

Brows scrunched in confusion as the words left Natasha's mouth, 'strange?' you questioned as a list of reasons why he'd be at your house ran through your head, "Yeah, he seemed a bit anxious," Natasha stated, not noticing the face you made - her eyes trained on the door - you walked away from her; the redhead's eyes followed you as left her alone.

Once you disappeared into the living room, Natasha could hear Strange ask, 'How is she alive?' She couldn't hear your response, though.

Huffing, she makes her way to the living room, ignoring the tension in the room as she walks in mid-conversation. A set of six eyes is trained on her as Natasha eyes one of the pair she had failed to notice with Doctor Strange. What is wrong with her? 

"Natasha, this is America Chavez."

"Hello, it's so cool to meet another Avenger." The teenage girl stood up from the couch, holding out her hand as she gave Natasha - who shook her hand - a big smile, "I've seen you in a different universe; in that one, it was the other way around. You're not dead, your-"

"America." The older man clears his throat, narrowing his eyes at the younger girl - who shoots him an apologetic smile - "Sit." He commands, and the girl does as told, shaking his head and looking between you and Natasha, "When was the last time you spoke with Wanda?"

"Not since after Westview. Why? What happened to her?" You felt your heart quicken. You hadn't seen her since that night. You'd been dying to call, but life caught up with you; you couldn't help her 24/7.

Natasha eyes her wife, who peeks a glance at her, causing you to shake the look on your face. Putting another pin in that conversation, she asks instead, "What the hell is Westview?"

"It's a long story," you and Doctor Strange say in unison; both glance at each other when the word is repeated. You told Natasha to sit down and beg and to explain where Wanda had gone after Tony's funeral. She fell into a depression after Vision died, went on to capture a town and create her own family, and was almost arrested for it.

Strange cuts in by explaining how Wanda fell into the evil side of magic. She was so open about wanting to get her kids back that the Elder God Chthon corrupted her mind.

"So let me get this straight: a God-possessed Wanda to get her kids back that she made up when she captured a whole town, and now she may or may not be crushed by a structure."

"Nat, do you have to say it like that?" Rolling your eyes at her choice of words, you cross your arms, shaking your head at the woman sitting across from you, who gives you an innocent look. "What?"

"Don't laugh with her." Turning your head towards the younger girl - who was hiding. A chuckle - coughs when caught and sits up straight, throwing another apologetic smile, "Sorry, ma'am."

Sighing, you face the Sorcerer Supreme, who is focusing back on Wanda. "So this happened what? A month ago? Why are you now telling us?"

"I couldn't locate you or Barton. It seems you've done well at your spell." The older man gives you an impressed look; there's no doubt that he didn't find you from seeing you and Clint on the News a week ago, "We didn't find a body, so we searched through it again and again, then we began searching for her, but we wanted to make sure there were any signs of her before searching for you… We're still planning on searching more since she can't possibly.." Strange searched for the words.

Natasha - who seems to have another death wish, "Disappear in sparkles?"

"Natalia." You spit, eyes narrowing so much Natasha thought a dagger would shoot out. Clearing his throat, Strange stands up, peering at the two, "We'll be on our way now; let us know immediately if you find her alive.

Gazing away from your wife, you gave the Sorcerer Supreme a sympathetic look and said, "I will, thank you."

"Of course." Is all he says, eyes fixed on the redhead and brunette - who burdens her with a million questions about Wanda. Nodding, you speak softly, "I'll walk you out..." Guiding him towards the door and walking out with him to the gate. o

Once out of earshot, you fidget with the rings on your fingers, eyes set on your wife. "Is her being alive going to cause problems?"

"Yes."

"Okay." That's all you say, breaking into a smile once the younger girl walked over to her. Goodbye, Miss America."

America smiles nervously, rocking on the heels of her foot. "Bye, ma'am." She scurries off to Strange's side, who had been in a staring competition with the redhead, "Natasha."

"Strange." Natasha raises an eyebrow, glaring at the older man, her body tense and arms crossed. Rolling your eyes, you stalk into the house. Natasha closes on your tail, shutting the door once she's in.

"I better call Clint." Is all you say before stalking off, pulling out your phone as you begin to call him, and disappearing into the kitchen; a door opening and shutting indicates to Natasha that you have walked out to the backyard. The redhead gets lost in her thoughts, processing everything that happened. Wanda may be dead; something happened to her before she tried to possess a different Wanda in a different universe so she could be with the children she supposedly has.

Natasha can feel a headache begging to take up this information. I'm sure a raccoon has sent her mail. Still, Wanda going full Exorcist wasn't exactly what she pictured happening.

"Hey."

Jumping, Natasha quickly turns, grabbing onto the hand that touched her arm, ready to flip the person; they hold out the other arm, freezing Natasha in her place, "Nat, it's me!" You watch as the redhead's eyes shift to recognition, taking you - she had been so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even hear you come in. Once you see her calm down, you unfree her, helping her balance herself, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's alright." Green eyes shift between yours, trying to look for secrets you've seemed to be keeping from her, "Before I knocked on your door, I saw a -"

A knock on the front door echos through the room, swallowing you whole. You watch Natasha's face before carefully speaking, hoping you won't express how you felt: "Clint's here."

Clenching her jaw, she narrows her eyes at you. "I'll get it." She huffs in frustration, stalking the door as you watch her open it, showing a nervous-looking Clint and a smiling Kate. "Hey."

"Come on it." Natasha throws a tight smile at the two, who glance nervously at you, scared Natasha is going to pounce on them. Their eyes beg for you to save them, but it doesn't help, as the look on your face makes them shrink more.

Huffing, you sat on the black wingback chair, crossing your legs across the other. "Sit, we don't have all day." That's all you say that makes the two scatter in and sit on the couch. Once Natasha is seated, you begin explaining everything to Clint and Kate between Westview and the dark hold, maintaining your anger, thinking about how alone Wanda was and how Clint promised to take care of her.

Sure, he had his family back, but you only had your wife and a child on the way. You put in your fifty percent, and he chose to put 100 percent on his family.

Natasha—who had been eyeing both of you—knew something was up between you two. Even during Christmas, it was easy to pick up the slight tension between you both, faking it to act as if everything was expected, but Natasha noticed the lack of words from her wife and best friend.

Though it seemed as if you and Clint were fine after that heated argument, something still bothered you, keeping you from being able to have a normal relationship with Clint again.

"So what do we do?" Clint asked, causing your eyes to roll and sneer, "I don't know, Clint. Maybe we'll try to call her or send a letter."

"Well, if Natasha came back, I'm sure Wanda made it out fine, especially with her witchy powers," Clint responds to you calmly, ignoring your attitude. Something in you spiked at his words,

"Natasha came back on a slim chance of science."

Everyone, including you, froze at your words. It got ten times worse if it wasn't tense enough already. In the corner of your eye, you could see Kate practically shrinking on the couch—however, they focus on the movement from the baby monitor, and you'd hope Natasha's spidey senses act up again.

Clearing your throat, you stand up, wiping the imaginary dirt off your pants, avoiding eye contact, "I'm going to check on the baby." You snatch the baby monitor and run out of the room; Natasha's eyes follow you as her stomach turns at your words - what's going on? 

Your heart pounded faster and faster the closer you got to the door. Placing your hand on the doorknob, you turned it slowly, pushing the door open. Your eyes landed on the figure standing in front of the window, rocking the baby in their arms. You shut the door before speaking, "I knew it was you."

"I wanted to see my favorite girl," the person said, eyes fixated on Nadia, who happily babbled away to them in baby words, speaking about her life if she could.

You oversee them not moving from the door, afraid that one sudden movement would make them disappear. Swallowing, you take a step towards them, feeling a sense of relief when the person doesn't disappear from your sight.

"Strange's looking for you."

Looking away from the little redhead, you felt your heart quicken when green eyes laid on you, their noses scrunching slightly at your words: "I know. I waited for him to find you first before visiting." Wanda grins, thinking about how well her plan has gone.

As she looks down at Nadia, you take a step forward, "Well.. visiting would be announcing the visit, not showing up unannounced and seen."

"Well," Wanda mocks, grinning at the happy baby in her arms and giving that cute little nose a boop. "You were busy with your family, so I took matters into my own hands. Besides, we both know you don't want me here."

"Wanda, of course, I want you here. I care about you, and I always have." Frowning as you recall the memory in your head, Wanda could do nothing to make you stop caring for her, even holding a town hostage, but it didn't stop you.

"If you cared, why didn't you call me after I left?" Wanda glanced at you, bouncing Nadia in her arms while keeping a smile on her face—she didn't want the baby to suspect something was wrong.

"I thought you didn't want me to call. I mean, you did leave in the middle of the night. What was I supposed to think?"Throwing your arms in the air, you shut your eyes and count to ten, trying to calm yourself.

The older redhead huffs at you, "Maybe I needed time to think alone? I don't know. Something. You promised nothing would change after that night."

"And I thought so too until I woke up with no sign from you, not even a note. Nothing." You reminded her, rolling your eyes - she was not about to blame you for not reaching out. "You could've called." Wanda bites back, making sure to keep a smile on her face for Nadia, who gets distracted by Wanda's necklaces.

"I did," you say, causing her to look up at you. Throwing her a pointed look, you continued, "But you disconnected your phone, remember? Unlike you, I have a child that needs my attention." Your words slipped out before you could register what you said.

Eyes landed on Wanda, who stood still, eyes strained on the baby in her arms - who continued playing with her necklaces, "Fuck. Wanda, I'm sorry, that just -"

"It's fine. I gotta get going." The ex-Avenger cuts her off, pressing a few kisses on Nadia's cheeks, the baby frowning as the necklaces slip out of her tiny fingers as Wanda holds her up,

“Bye bye, мое солнышко. тётя Wanda loves you." She continues to kiss the baby's soft cheeks as she walks over to the crib and places the baby inside, covering her with a small blanket and handing Nadia a stuffed yellow duck toy Wanda brought for the little one.

"Wanda, can we just talk, please?" You begged her, reaching out to her only to be rejected as the redhead moved away from your reach, giving one last smile at Nadia before walking around you. "What's there to talk about? Have a happy life with your happy family."

"Wanda - fuck." You cursed quietly - not wanting the baby to hear you - as you watched her disappear.

When checking on Nadia, you ensured the galaxy project was on for another hour and put a few toy blocks in the crib before heading out of the room—hoping no one had heard you and Wanda.

Quietly shutting the door, you turn around, nearly shitting yourself as you come face to face with your wife, "Fuck Natasha. You scared me." Your hand rested over your weird, pounding heart.

The redhead fixes a glare on you, "Was that Wanda in there?"

"Where's Clint?" Eyes widening at her words, you fix yourself looking towards the living room. "In the kitchen with Kate, now answer my question." Natasha orders, taking a step towards you.

"Yes, she's not dead, but she doesn't want anyone to know. She wanted to see Nadia." You tell her quickly, eyes watching her move as your mouth went dry - Natasha is still your wife and still attractive; it was hard not to melt, giving into her eyes,

"What did she want?" the ex-assassin asked, a slight curl showing on her lips as she watched you lick your lips while your skin flushed—she still got it.

"Nothing."

"That didn't sound like nothing."

You narrow your eyes at her quick response, crossing your arms tightly. "If you already knew she was in here, why did you ask?" You shake your head at her—you were tired of her nonsense today.

Shrugging, Natasha mocks your pose, "I wanted to know if you'd tell me the truth."

"Jesus, Nat. What have I lied to you about since you've been back?" Looking away, you began shaking your head again as you clenched your jaw.

The ex-Avenger scoffs at your words, snapping, "You didn't tell me that Steve and Tony died! Or that Wanda took a whole town hostage!"

"That's not me lying to you! That's me not being able to talk to you yet because I'm still processing the fact that you're here. It's a lot to take in, and I've talked to you about this already." Snapping back at her, her tiny white eyes fixed on her, she showed Natasha how angry you were.

"You have more to say!" Natasha uncrosses her arms, taking another step towards you, her eyes pleading for you. "I know you do. Just talk to me, please."

Staring into her eyes, you felt yourself drawn into them, almost vomiting out the words, but you knew you had to keep it in. Looking away, you stepped back from her, nearly hitting the door. "I've been talking the whole time." That was all you said, both of you knowing that's not what Natasha meant, but you were as stubborn as she was and wouldn't give up.

Huffing, Natasha swiftly turned around and walked away from you, heading into the kitchen and ignoring Kate and Clint - who stood tensely in the kitchen hearing the couple argue - as she stomped outside, keeping her mouth shut from what she wanted to say. She couldn't understand why you had to be so defensive. She was your wife, and you were treating her like you two were barely friends... like around the time she pushed herself towards Bruce, who had shown little interest in her.

Clint goes after, telling Kate to watch TV and order a pizza, handing her a twenty dollar bill before slipping out. You heard the back door slam in the hallway and slipped back into Nadia'a's room, shutting the door behind you and strolling toward the crib. An instant smile on your face when a pair of big green eyes landed on you, "Hi, sweet love."

Sitting up in her bed, Nadia reaches out her arms towards you, asking to be picked up, and babbles escape her slobbery lips. You pick her up, showering her rosy cheeks with kisses, holding her close against you as you walk over to the window - eyes trained on the pair outside, watching as Natasha rants.

"These past few days have been crazy, haven't they?" You sighed, resting your cheek on the little redheaded curls. Walking away from the window, you made your way to the other side of the room, where pictures had been scattered over the wall.

Eyes landing on a picture of a memory you couldn't get out of your head for days. It was a picture of six-month-old Nadia grinning—her one front tooth had begun showing more—sitting on the ground, dressed up in a cute floral long-sleeve jumpsuit. It was a beautiful day in Ohio, a beautiful yet painful day.

(Flashback to three months ago, October 16, 2024) 

Groaning, you get in the car's back seat, your back popping in a few places, being stiff from the ride here. Pulling the blanket off the car seat, the babe inside blinks rapidly from the unexpected sunlight. "Oh, my little love, I'm so sorry, but we're here." You apologized, watching the six-month-old baby stare at you with green sleeping eyes; you knew the long drive up would put Nadia to sleep, "We can't keep Aunty Lena waiting longer; otherwise, she's gonna be cranky."

Smiling brightly as the beautiful baby unbuckled her seatbelt, carefully picking her up and watching as she did the 'baby scrunch' before placing her against you and grabbing a thin blanket - it was the perfect weather, not too hot and not too cold. Getting out of the back seat, you shut the door and rubbed your hand against Nadia's back - watching as she rubs her eyes with her fist still waking up, her head rested on your shoulder, her other hand clenched around a strand of your hair. 

After making sure Nadia was alright, you began walking up the trail, your eyes catching sight of the bloomed cherry blossoms. "It's so pretty, isn't it, baby?" You kissed the little one's head, which continued resting on your shoulder. 

When you sense someone, your eyes move towards them, stopping your movements as you tighten your arms around the baby. The person—who already had eyes on you—gives you a smirk, "Hello."

"Who are you?" you asked immediately, eyes still trained on her as your sister-in-law came up from behind the woman and quickly went to your side. The fancy-dressed woman chuckled at your words and glared at Yelena, "Is all your family uptight like you?" 

"She was just leaving. Goodbye." Yelena glares at the older woman, who raises her hands in defense before walking away but not before saying, "Think about what we talked about, Miss Belova."

Eyes follow the woman, and it hits when you finally recognize the woman. Valentina Allegra.

"Wait.. isn't she the Director of the CIA? What did you guys talk about?" You look at the blonde next to you who is playing peek-a-boo with the baby. 

"Can I please hold my baby niece?" Sighing, Yelena holds her arms so you can put the baby in. 

Narrowing your eyes at the girl, "You didn't answer my question." You say, only to be met with silence and a pointed look. Rolling your eyes, you hand her the baby, 

"Lena, what does she want?"

Yelena continues to stay quiet, watching her niece look around the area. Little eyes fixate on something, causing the woman to glance that way as well. "Do you see Mama?" she asked Nadia, who babbled away to something. Did you know babies can see spirits?"

Yelena looks at you as she gives out the information, grinning when she realizes who she's talking to: "Ah, yes, of course. I forgot the devil's child was born seeing a ghost."

Rolling your eyes again, you shake your head and smile before moving, "Sadly, that is true, and let me tell you, it was terrifying sometimes. I felt like that little boy, 'I see dead people.'" You look at Yelena, seeing a confused look on her face, "Have you not seen The Sixth Sense?"

Receiving a nod, you look away, crouching, and mumble, "We are watching it when we get to the house."

The assassin observes her sister-in-law as you stare at the words in front of you, her heart dropping as she asks you, "Doyou see her?"

"No.." Swallowing the lump forming in your throat, your eyes watering as you traced the name with your fingertip, "But I can feel her." Blinking away the tears, you let out a sigh, pressing your palm on the gravestone, eyes fixed on the letters,

"It's like she's so close but so far, you know? I think it's because she didn't die here on Earth or somewhat in our time.."You say as Yelena averts her eyes from you, clearing her throat and containing her tears - she didn't want to worry the baby. 

Natalia Alianovna Romanova

December 3rd, 1984 - October 16th, 2023

Beloved Daughter, Sister, Wife & Mother 

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Tearing your eyes away, you looked up at Yelena, who smiled blissfully, rubbing her nose against the baby's soft cheek. Her eyes shine brightly as she speaks, "She wants me to kill my niece's godfather ... Clint Barton." Nadia's little head turns, fixing her eyes on her aunt as if she understood her uncle's name. She giggles at her aunty's words.

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[sethsclearwater]

early poly!sethxreaderxpaul where seth is still getting reader comfortable with paul (bc seth and reader were dating before paul imprinted on reader too) and paul hearing her heart rate speed up when she sees him and smiling to himself when he finally realizes that he most definitely has an effect on her based on her body's response to him🤭

please🥺🥺

...

you and seth had just arrived at emily's house so you could spend the afternoon with her while seth went out on patrol. you and emily had been friends prior to the whole werewolf/imprinting/supernatural craziness so it was always nice to spend time with her.

as the two of you stepped inside, your gaze couldn't help but drift over to your other imprinter, paul lahote. you'd known about the double imprint for a few weeks now but you and paul had been taking it rather slow considering how disorienting the whole thing could be at times.

he was leaned up against the counter with just a pair of rather low hanging gray sweatpants on while he helped emily mix whatever it was that she was baking. it seemed that emily had stepped out of the room though seeing as she was nowhere to be found and you guessed it was to check on her sleeping baby in the nursery.

when paul felt your gaze on him, he looked over at you, smiling as you curled into seth's side, suddenly a bit flustered over seeing him. paul just let out a breathy laugh when he heard the way your heart sped up as you watched him.

you didn't see it but seth also was smiling to himself, both boys finding it adorable how easily flustered you could get when you were around either one of the boys.

"hey princess," paul smiled, setting the mixing bowl to the side when seth gently squeezed your hip to let you know he was okay with you stepping over to paul.

the blush that was covering your cheeks had you mentally cursing yourself for being so easily flustered, "hi paul," you whispered as you stepped over to him, giggling when he opened his arms to pull you into a tight hug.

"i missed you," you mumbled against his chest, eliciting soft laughs from both him and seth.

"missed you too princess," paul teased, pressing his lips to your hair which had you blushing even more profusely and your heart rate speeding up, both boys barely containing their laughter over your body's response to him.

"are you staying here while seth is on patrol?" you asked softly when paul loosened his grip on you enough for you to peek up at him hopefully.

paul nodded, "i can if you want," he replied, smiling down at you when you quickly nodded, giggling when paul gently squeezed you again at your response.

"seth you'll be back by 5, right?" you asked, peeking over your shoulder to see your other imprinter who was leaned up against emily's kitchen table, watching the two of you with his usual soft smile on his face.

"yup," he reassured, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your lips that had you blushing and giggling again as you tightened your arms around paul's waist, "now i gotta go but you let me know if you need me, yea? paul can get me if anything crazy happens," he explained, already knowing you'd be more than safe with your other imprinter and emily for the few short hours he'd be on patrol for.

you nodded, leaning back so he could give you one last kiss before he was leaning up and off emily's kitchen table so he could go on patrol, "alright i'll see you later pretty girl," seth cooed, "have fun with paul!" he called teasingly over his shoulder as he walked outside so he could shift and go on patrol.

paul let out a breathy laugh and you giggled, burying your face in his chest in an attempt to hide the blush that remained persistent, not knowing both boys could easily hear the way your heartbeat sped up when you were near them.

[ghouldtime]

I didn't mean that he's crazy or toxic or anything. And that's why I said I wasn't sure possessive was the word i was looking for. I have trouble with phrasing. Nor did I mean that reader is small and weak? Or that he has to be with them every second of every day or gets upset if they don't include him in plans? Only send my asks or requests to you because i like your Konig. Hes not crazy or toxic or "loser!"konig I'm not trying to be mean, please don't think I'm being mean, I just feel like you think I was saying he's a crazy possessive guy like how one particular blog who I will not name portrays him. I just meant that if even with all his measures to protect them they still become leverage some how and his unit has to go get them to safety because as a civilian, no matter how strong and capable you are if a terrorist organization comes for you, you're probably not going to be able to take them all on your own and would need to be extracted like any other hostage situation. But it would be their first time seeing the side of König that he tried and successfully kept from them and now there's nothing he can do to make you unsee it. Would he be afraid your view would change or that you would only see him as his military self rather than who he is outside of the military. I'm trying to explain better. I just feel like got mad at me a bit but maybe you didn't, I have trouble interpreting tones so everything written sounds monotone in my mind as I read it. When i say possessive I mean like..."you are now the love in my life and I will do everything to keep you safe from the evil I've seen first hand." But I don't think he would like...watch? You know like how people say he will watch like a hawk and judge everyone you talk to or follow you around like even to a shop or something. Like he would walk closer to the road if you're walking somewhere or like my dad my mom always had to be like in front of him. Not a large gap but my mom and me and my brother couldn't walk behind him he had to be able to see our backs. So we would be like a little bit in front of my dad. And personally I feel that he would be hypervigelant of his surroundings and by extension their surroundings, especially if he's fresh from deployment. Not to the extent of peeking around every corner or checking under the bed like a baby but I think it's normal that someone who has seen what he has seen would be a bit paranoid. Like ptsd amd triggers like fireworks and stuff. My dad was like that once we were in a park and a car made like a gun shot sound and he froze for a minute. I fell from the swing because I hit him when I came down lol. It is normal for soldiers to be like that. Then the longer he was home he would kind of relax a bit and get back to being at home but fir weeks after he would come back that is how he would be, he got therapy to help.

My apologies if I came off as aggressive or anything, but I really thought you meant like that. The second anyone usually mentions anything with possessiveness (a trait the fannon loves assigning to him constantly), that's where my mind goes cause I don't write him even close to that. I'm not mad haha I'm just explaining my König isn't how most people will interpret him. He would be hypervigilant and IS, that's why he takes so many security measures. Even if it is residential and a safe area, he's got plans for a reason. He knows he's a wanted man. Nothing will ever remove that feeling from him but his house is as close as he can get to having normalcy/privacy and that sense of at least owning a slice of domestic like.

And I hate to break this, but in the event that you would be kidnapped under such circumstances - you wouldn't be seeing him ever again. That means that not only did he and his safety measures fail, but they now KNEW he has someone close to him. And they've already taken it and used it to their advantage. They'd do it again. You'd never be safe if you were near him and he kept talking to you. They would've found out his identity to do such, they would've had to track him down and watch him, they would've needed an inside person. His whole life there would be compromised, he couldn't continue living there, or going forwards as he had.

There's also the significant fact that, even if you WERE kidnapped, you wouldn't be seeing his face when he came to the rescue. He'd be decked out in his full gear. He wouldn't be saying his name, you don't know him as König - he's NEVER revealed that part to you and won't want you to see him and memorize him as that. You can think you recognize those eyes, you can think he sounds similar - but he's a whole different man. He's never someone who yelled around you or threw orders or acted even close, he's not someone who matches the guy in front of you then and there.

It's not like the terrorists or people who kidnaped you and used you as live bait would be sitting there, monologuing why they're doing what they're doing. You're a hostage, a bargaining chip. Why would they tell you that you're actually being held like that because of your neighbor, who has NEVER indicated any of this stuff to you, and that by the way he's actually a highly trained military killer! Not to mention there's really no reason to believe the people holding you for ransom.

He's certainly not going to tell you either or reveal that.

He doesn't want to be stuck in your memories as being the guy who broke someone's spine and smashed in their skills with the butt of a gun. Even if he's saving you, he doesn't want you to memorialize him as that - as his job, as the blood thirsty killer he is on the field. He doesn't want your memories of him to be associated with that and the fear you felt in the moment. If anything, he wants your 'savior' that day to be nothing more than the faceless, hidden solider known as König. Because that traumatizing memory will be stuck with you throughout your life, you'll be thinking back at it time and time again. Something that traumatic will not leave you and he doesn't want to be apart of that trauma even more, he doesn't want you thinking back about him and wondering why and how could he have done this to you. He wants you to memorize him as the neighbor you were close to before everything happened - the good times and the happy things you felt. He doesn't want you to think of anything else when you look back on memories of him.

Seeing him in that moment and having him reveal his identity then and there would only make it worse, because then you'd additionally have to go through all the shock and betrayal of the fact he lied to you and hid this whole part of his life. He'd be adding onto it. You easily have gone through one of the most traumatic events in your life, it would be selfish (in his mind) to take the moment and do what HE wants to do. No matter the incessant urge to comfort you or tell you things will be alright or wrap you tight in a hug, he just can't. It's better if the interpretation is left to you being kidnapped and held as a hostage at random for money/negotiation purposes and saved by a counter terrorist group. It's better if you just thought you were someone in the wrong place at the wrong time. As selfish as it is, he doesn't want it to be tied to him in your mind, he doesn't want to be the reason for this when you think back.

He'll know it deep down. It will eat at him and haunt him at every waking moment, it will make him vow to never let anyone get close to him again. You'll still be haunted by it either way but he figures by not associating himself, not only is he sparing you that pain but he's also sparing any future relationships you have. Because then, guaranteed, there'd be issues forming personal relationships with ANYONE if you knew that being friends with him could lead to such a thing (because he was still a relatively normal guy and nothing like that ever stood out to you). Of course, you'll then have to move because it's not safe for you in that house either - and sticking around him or talking to him isn't an option because him being close put you in danger. He wouldn't let you do that. "If you love someone, you set them free" applies here and even though it hurts him, he can't talk to you and won't be back in your life ever again.

He'll have to move back to the barracks and the housing because that would be the ONLY safe option for him. He'd have lost nearly everything at that moment. He'd still think of you and the guilt and torment would only add to his insomnia, he'd never not think about it. But it would effectively put a halt in him getting close to anyone for a good, long while and would put him into a state of persistent numbness as he recovered from it over the course of many years. Even then, like a wound, it would heal - but the scar wouldn't ever fully fade.

He'd always blame himself, wishing that there's more he could've done and listing all the things he should've done. But the best thing in that scenario is to let you go - because then he knows that they can't use you like that again if your identity is erased and you go back to being a stranger, to someone he doesn't even know. They can't find you again if you're not someone who even crosses his radar and you're a whole different person from who you used to be - or so he thinks. I mean, they have to do that. You can't go back to living your life, keeping your name - you have to move, have your identity erased and a new one made, as you go under protection. You'd have to leave him behind either way too without explanation or a trace (even if he knew damn well what happened) aside from the false narrative they give.

But, at least, it would give you a chance at life - because you'd just be a one of many random people then, blending into the background of the world. You wouldn't be a pawn to play in an attempt to check the king.

He already failed you once and he wouldn't let that happen again, even if it meant taking the one person he let close to him in decades out of his life.

[twice-inamillion]

Meeting Her Parents

Smut (rough sex, deep penetration, creampie)

Chapter 176

It's the following day after the concert, and the Osaka part of the tour is finally over. This means some free time until the following two shows in about a week.

The Japanese members have decided to stay in Japan for the week and spend time with their families. The rest of the members are planning on going back to Korea and resting back home.

Having the groups divided in two, you decided to stay in Japan after having a conversation with Jihyo last night. "Make sure you keep them safe, okay?" Jihyo hugs you goodbye. "Yes, I'll try to keep from any trouble. Please watch over the rest of the members and the babies." As you're able to leave, she pulls you back in and says, "good luck," and smiles.

You watch as the rest of the members board the private plane and wave from the windows. The plane hatch closes, and you watch it leave from the hanger and go towards the runway. You wave a last goodbye as you watch the plane finally take off and head to Korea.

You head back to the hotel where Momo and Sana are staying. Once you arrive, all three of you grab your suitcases and check out.

"Let's get someone to eat; I'm starving," says Momo. "Yes, let's have a small breakfast," says Sana as she holds onto your arm. "Okay, let's go."

You drive to a local shop that both Momo and Sana are comprised of and begin to drive. Once you get there, all three of your order a nice meal and talk about the concert that just passed.

After breakfast, you arrive at Momo's house, walk her to the door and tell her to message you when she's ready to get picked up. The front door opens, and you are greeted by Momo's mom. You greet her a good afternoon, "Good afternoon, ma'am. I'm here to drop off Momo today. Here is my number if you need to reach me, I'm available for you at all times," as you give her your business card. She gladly accepts your card and wishes you farewell as you return to the car. "Good luck, oppa!" shouts Momo.

You walk back to the car and think about what Momo said, "Did you tell Momo what happened?" You can tell she did avoid your look, "tee hee, it slipped ."

"Haha… it slipped. I don't think you said it by accident." She looks at you with an innocent face, but you know how she really is and finally breaks character. "Okay… it didn't slip. I found it funny and couldn't keep it to myself, so I might have told Momo and others." You nod your head in disappointment and just leave Momo's driveway.

You stop to get a gift for her parents since this is your first official visit. You'd wish you met in better circumstances, but now you can't do anything about it.

As you get closer to Sana's house, you begin to get nervous. "Do you have some pointers for when I meet your parents? I don't want to make it any worse than I already did." Sana thinks momentarily and says, "well… my dad is not a bad guy. He's a doting parent since I'm his only child. With my mom, I don't think she'll give you a hard time since I'm a mini version of her. If I tell her you're okay, she'll accept you. Just be yourself and show them your good points."

Taking this to heart, you finally arrive at her house. You work your way to the passenger door and open the door for "thanks, babe" as she kisses you on the cheek. "Please don't mess around. I'm already nervous as it is."

Walking with a gift, Sana pushes the doorbell, and you both wait for it to open. It feels like forever as you wait for someone to open the door, wishing it to be the mother rather than the dad.

The door opens, and you see a slender figure, "welcome home, my baby," as she goes to hug Sana. "I'm home, Okāsan." After a warm reunión, Sana introduces you to her mom. "This is my manager… well, my Oppa" as she tightly hugs your arm. "Nice to meet you. I'm sorry that we are meeting under these circumstances, but thank you for inviting me," as you give a slight bow.

With Sana's mom inviting you in, all three of you walk into the living room and sit on the couch. The three of you discuss how Sana is doing in Korea and with the tour. Her mom mentions how proud she is of Sana and how she's been watching her appearances on tv. You let her know she's been doing her best work and positively influences the group.

Happy to hear the positive feedback back on her; you see how much she cares for her, making you feel worse inside with how you ruined her daughter. “Okāsan, where is Otōsan?”

"He's in the back prepping to cook some meat." "Really? I'm going to go say hi. Come with me Oppa" Sana grabs your arm. You both walk towards the back of the house and see her dad at the countertop preparing some meat. "Otōsan… I'm home," as she walks towards him. "Sana, you're back. Welcome home," hugging his daughter.

"I want to introduce you to my Oppa" and immediately bow out of respect. "Nice to meet you. Thank you for coming and meeting us today. I hope my wife was able to greet you." "Yes, thank you for inviting me today."

"I'm preparing the meat for today's dinner, so why don't you guy me and help me cook it while the girls work in the kitchen."

"He's excellent when it comes to cooking, Otōsan. He won't disappoint." "Grab an apron, and let's get started."

With Sana in the kitchen with her mother, you are alone with her dad. Trying not to disappoint you, prepare your A-game and take off your jacket. Putting on the apron, you wash your hands and ask Sana's dad what to do.

"Sana said you're good at cooking, so I'll let you show me what you got."

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"Do you with Otōsan is going to get along with Oppa?"

"You know how he is; he's just worried for you. Who would have expected we would catch you two in the act."

"I'm so embarrassed. I thought I locked the door like usual."

Sana's mom looks suspiciously at her, "so you're saying that you both are currently active?"

"Well… you can say that. We have sex here and there. I'm usually the one that asks for it."

"Sana, are you trying to say that you found the one? Someone to make your wish come true?"

Getting caught off guard by her mother's comment, "yeah… I think I might have found someone to make me a mommy."

"If you think he's the one, I will give you my full support. Your dad will be okay with it if you're serious."

"Well… it's not like dad can say anything about it. I mean, you did the same thing with him, right?" Sana's mom doesn't respond, which answers her question.

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After spending a while with Sana's dad, you feel he is okay with you. There are times here and there that he watches and asks you about your bbq methods.

Wanting to get on his good side, you give him step-by-step instructions on your bbq techniques. "Sana was right; you're an excellent cook." Happy to hear a positive comment from him means a lot or you. "I'm the main one that cooks for the members. I make them nutritious food.

"I'm happy that Sana gets to eat some delicious food. In my book, you don't seem to be a bad guy. I can tell you care about your group by the way you cook. Too bad we had to want on you in that compromising position."

"I'm sorry that you saw that, sir; I don't have any words to tell you how sorry I am."

"Well… my wife and I were trying to surprise our daughter, but we were the ones who ended up surprised to find you both being intimate with each other."

Before you can respond, Sana comes out from the house, "the food is ready. Mom is calling you both inside." "We'll be there soon," responds Sana's dad.

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After having dinner and engaging in some talk and drink, it was finally time to discuss the main reason for the visit.

"So… Oppa and I wanted to explain the situation when you both walked in on us."

"Yes, again, I want to apologize for what you both saw that night and let you know that I respect your daughter and treat her with respect."

"Yes, Oppa and I have been in a sexual relationship for a while," says Sana.

"Oh? Does that mean it's serious?" asks dad.

You try to respond, but you're cut off by Sana. "At first, it was steaming hot sex, but after a while, we decided on breeding sex."

"Wait…. We? There is no we; it's all you," you say internally, not knowing what Sana is talking about.

"Ohh, then this means it's really serious. Are you both planning on getting together?" asks the mom.

"Yes, we plan on getting pregnant but haven't succeeded. I don't know what to do. Maybe I'm doing something wrong?"

"What do you mean something wrong? Does he have a weak libido, or is he incompetent?" asks dad.

"Wait… my… libido is pretty good, and I'm sure I'm not incompetent. I know that for a fact."

"Have you gotten tested? "Unfortunately, some men are unable to produce good seed," says Sana's dad.

You feel offended by what they're suggesting and want to tell them that they have the wrong idea, but you do not want to make it worse than it already is, so you try to calm down and relax.

"Dad… don't say that. Oppa is really good at sex, and there is nothing wrong with his seed. If we wanted to, he could have bred all of us by now." She stops and covers her mouth, realizing what she has done.

"What do you mean by that, honey," asked Sana's mom.

"Nothing, I… I didn't mean anything."

"Don't lie. You said something about having "bred all of us by now" what does that mean?

Sana looks at you with a regretful face, knowing that she might have made this worse. At this point, it's better to come out clean so you give her a nod. "Well… I'm not the only one he's having sex with… there are other members."

You see their surprised face as they try to guess who those members are. "How many members?" asks Sana's mom. Sana holds her arm up and shows her hand, "five so far. Well, that I'm aware of." Her father's face is one of disbelief and he can't process what he just heard. "How can you handle that many girls?" asks Sana's father.

"It's because he's perfect. He's strong and has a lot of stamina, plus his cock is huge. When I took it for the first time, I nearly fainted from how big it was. Don't even get me started with how he got the three of them pregnant, haha. It's a funny story."

"Sana… wait…" unable to keep Sana from spilling out more information.

"What do you mean he got three of you girls pregnant? Does it mean that you have kids?"

"Yes, I have kids. Four to be exact and they are lovely little girls. And yes I had sex with multiple members, and your daughter is one of them. I won't hide it anymore and I won't apologize for it either. I respect you both as Sana's parents and I hope you respect me and my choices."

"Not bad. A guy who can stand up for himself. That's a good quality to have, especially for someone who's with my daughter. She's a handful for sure," says Sana's mom.

"What do you mean?"

I mean that you're more than qualified to handle my little girl. We both know that Sana and be a bit much at times. Trust me, raising her was not easy, she was friendly with everyone and would often say how she wanted to be a mommy since I could remember. Letting her go and pursue the life of an idol was a hard choice and would often worry me. I was afraid that someone might lead her to just have sex with her and toss her aside, but you're different; you have a reason to stay and commit to a family. I like that. I might not be in the best situation with you having multiple women, but I can clearly see that you can satisfy my daughter sexually and with your seed."

"Are both not upset?

"We are surprised for sure and a bit overwhelmed with what Sana said, but if you can make her wish come true, then we won't stop her. That's what you want, right Sana?"

"Yes Okāsan, I really want to have a baby and he's the one I choose to do it with."

"Okay, if that's the case then let's celebrate."

More drinks are poured and everyone gets over the top. You get to see the real side of Sana's parents as you drink with the family. You notice that Sana's mom is flirty when she drinks and asks playful questions that you would expect.

"How how big is your cock?"

"Okāsan, that's wired don't ask him that."

"I just want to know why the rest of your members like him so much. It must be big if that's the case."

"Don't answer that oppa, she gets all silly when drunk."

"Don't say that, dear. You'll scare him off. How about you don't tell me but show me instead? I want to see how much you're packing."

"I don't think that's a good idea. Your husband might get upset."

"He's fine. After a couple of drinks, he's out of it. Come and show us. I need to ensure she's getting satisfied," as she tries to grab onto you.

"It's this big" Sana tries to demonstrate your size using her hands.

"Oh, maybe 6-7 inches? Not bad."

"No, more like 8 or 9 inches," says Sana shyly.

"Wow… you must be really hung down there. If only I was younger…."

"Mom… he's mine. You have dad already. "

"I know… but his body looks so good, especially his arms; they're so big."

"Don't say that. Maybe that's why I'm like this. I learned it from you. Hearing you and dad have sex all the time…."

"I'm sorry dear… I didn't know that. With your dad working out of town, we tried to get it on every time he returned. Your dad was a very healthy man and someone who could keep up with my high libido," as she began to massage her husband's thigh.

"Eww… not in here; Oppa is here right now," whines Sana.

"You're right. Let's call it a day. Spend the night the both of you; it's too late to drive."

"Okay, we'll stay."

"Come on, Otosan, you're coming with me tonight. All this talking has made me horny," as Sana's mom pulls her husband by the hand to their room. They close the door and immediately, you can hear some giggling coming out from there.

"I'm sorry, Oppa that you had to see this."

"It's okay; they love each, which is good."

"Well… watching my parents all lovey-dovey has gotten me in the mood, too. So maybe… maybe you can spend the night in my room with me?" as Sana places with her fingers.

"But we're still a bit drunk…."

Sana walks towards you and leans on your ear and says, "wanna fuck me in my high school uniform?"

You nod and she skips to her room, telling you to wait for her signal. As you wait for her, you clean up as much as possible, throwing away beer cans and other alcoholic drinks.

Thinking of walking into Sana's old bedroom felt nerve-racking since you didn't know what to expect. Suddenly you see the door slightly open. "I'm ready" is the only thing you hear.

"Sensei, I've been a bad girl… my skirt is too small, and maybe you might need to teach this student of yours how to be a proper girl" she slowly lifts up her skirt, revealing her thick thighs and no panties on.

Watching Sana in her old high school uniform is getting you hard. "Do you think my uniform still fits me well?" she asks.

"Yes, you look amazing."

"How about now?" as she sits on the bed and slowly opens her legs, revealing her leaking pussy.

"Perfect."

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The night continues as both rooms in the house are filled with sounds of ranging sex. Every once in a while, you can hear Sana's mom moan as she's getting fucked in the other room. You try to mask the voices from the room next door by thrusting into Sana even harder.

"Ahh… ahhh… fuck me deeper," moans Sana as you grab her by the pigtails. You watch as her ass jiggles every time your body crashes into her. Fucking Sana in her high school uniform is a hot and new experience.

"Sensei, sensei, I've been a bad girl. I need you to punish me until I become a good girl. Please fuck me harder!"

You push her down onto the bed and press your hand on her back. You slap her ass, one hit after another, until its red. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes! Yes! Just like that, now punish me with your seed! Make sure that my womb only listens to you, only you."

You pull out your cock and slap it on her right butt cheek, covering it with precum. Once you are ready, you align it and thrust it back inside with one try. Sana grunts from being stabbed by your cock and tears flow down her face from the pleasure and pain. "You're going to mess up my womb; your cock is too big."

With your cock all the way inside you place your body on top of her and whisper, "make sure you take my whole load," as you release a tsunami of cum into her womb. "Hmm… it feels hot. I missed this feeling. I can feel your swimmers making their way inside of me."

Many more rounds continue until you need to catch your breath. You make your way into the kitchen in the middle of the night. "Busy night, huh" you turn, trying to figure out where the voice is coming from.

Sana's mom turns on the light and you see her sitting down on the chair, drinking a cup of orange juice. "I'm sorry, i didn't see you."

"It's okay, Sana's dad feel asleep so I decided to come out and take a breather. Seems like you're doing the same thing. Having fun with my little Sana?"

"You could say that."

"Good for her; I'm happy she found the one to make her wish come true."

"Better me than someone else, right? Also where are the cups?"

"Ohh… on the top shelf."

You go for the top shelf and grab a cup to serve yourself some juice before back for another round but didn't realize that Sana's bathrobe would fit you short.

"Wow… Sana wasn't lying your really big."

"What do you mean?"

"Umm… that robe you are wearing fits you quite short, and I can see your cock."

You just leave from embarrassment and rush back to the room. Sana laughs as you tell her what just happened. "Haha that's funny. My mom is getting to know you quite well." "I was going to die, its never happened to me before." "Don't worry about it and come back to me for another round."

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Sana's mom knocks on the door, "kids, breakfast is ready!" She waits a couple of seconds, but there is no answer.

"They're not answering. Should I go in and see if they are okay?"

"Just let them sleep. They must be tired from playing all night," says dad.

"Let's check, just in case."

Both parents knock and wait a moment before opening the door. They are surprised to see the position of the two people in front of them.

"Oh my, they must have been really busy" says mom as she sees you spooning Sana with your cock inside of her.

"Is that a bulge? Wait… does he have a morning wood while being instead of Sana?"

They look at each other and laugh as they close the door and let you both sleep.

[starsurface]

Do you have Nightwolf age regressor headcanons too? I loved your Caregiver one and would be sooo curious to see the flip side of the coin! Poor baby has trauma in his lore that makes him seem so lil’ and precious! 😭❤️

I don't know much about his lore, but if you'd like more hcs focused on what he's been through, I can make that post!!! :D These are just some Regression Nightwolf hcs that I have for him but I'd love to do more if you'd like focusing more on what he's been through!!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Regressor Nightwolf Hcs

🐺 Regresses to about 3-5

🐺 Also had a middlespace headspace of about 11/12

🐺 (^ My personal hc is that he had a HUGE emo/metal phase in middle school and so when he regresses, he becomes a moody 12 year old that knows everything)

🐺 Fujin thinks this headspace is adorable and it makes Nightwolf so pouty because psh, come on! He isn't some baby! >:/

🐺 Has this very certain jacket he wears when hes in that headspace and very specific makeup (cried the ONE time Fujin laughed, Fujin felt so terrible and offered to let himself get decked in emo just to make up for it)

🐺 Fujin normally watches him when he's small

🐺 Very rarely has a babysitter but if he did, it'd probably be his Momma or Auntie (they're all incredibly close and very supportive)

🐺 Very energetic toddler

🐺 I'm not exactly sure how his green spirit animals work (i don't have him as a playable character yet), but if he can summon them at will, this man's cuddling the bear

🐺 Has little toys he's made for himself, like a set of blocks and a wooden toy boat

🐺 Adores his hair brushed but you've gotta ask and you need to be close to him!!

🐺 Can and Will try to play with his ax (you gotta tell him it's not safe and he'll normally let it go)

🐺 Nature baby 100% of the way

🐺 Likes going on little walks and giving you pinecone or rocks he found cool

🐺 (^ You better keep them, he might cry if you try to get rid of them)

🐺 Likes sitting outside and just rumbling and tumbling in the grass

🐺 Adores bath time!!!

🐺 Will splash everywhere if he still has energy though

🐺 But if it's bathtime, he's normally pretty tuckered and mellowed out

🐺 Likes naptime on certain days, like when he's feeling sleepy

🐺 But will dodge it like a plague if he still wants to run around and have fun

🐺 Very good on the rules, normally always sticks to them

🐺 But does have hissy fits, especially if he has to go inside and doesn't wanna

🐺 Pouting, stomping, laying on the ground, he doesn't wanna go inside just yet!! >:(

🐺 If you let him throw his little hissy fit he'll eventually sit up and look at you like ‘🥺’ because now he thinks he's in trouble and doesn't wanna get punished

🐺 Just remind him that just because he lashed out doesn't make him naughty, and that he's a very good boy

🐺 If he's still a bit stubborn about going inside, remind him of bathtime and how cozy naptime is and that usually does the trick

🐺 If you don't like outside? He'll get really pouty, but won't force you to come cuddle him in the grass

🐺 Just watch him from the window, he should he okay

🐺 Or plan some fun arts and crafts inside, he likes those

🐺 Cuddles and storytime work too, n

🐺 I could see him asking a million and one questions about everything and anything

🐺 Not cause he wants to bug you, but because he likes to learn :3

🐺 Ugh, I could totally see him as that one kid that will bring bugs inside the house cause ‘They're cold!! 🥺’

🐺 If you like bugs, that's great!! You two get to make the bug feel very comfy until it has to go back outside

🐺 If you don't, he might pout a bit but is rather understanding

🐺 He'd rather make you happy than a bug, plus the bug can hurry itself ungrounded so he'll be okay in the end

🐺 Wants to help out with everything you do but is also too small to do anything and he'll watch over your shoulder and give advice

🐺 The advice is either surprisingly good or really really childish

🐺 ‘Can we add extra salt?’ The food taste better already

🐺 ‘Can we put in glitter to make it shiny?’ Erm, no kiddo, we gotta make sure it's still edible

🐺 Favorite little nicknames are Kidda, Bub, ‘Hun, Moony, Sunshine, Bug, Baby Bear

🐺 But any nickname will make him squirm happily and bkush

🐺 I'm not saying anything, but he'd make you a mud pie like Max from Max and Ruby and be SO proud of it!!

🐺 Just tell him it looks amazing!! But don't throw it out until he's big because he'll have the most destroyed face watching you attempt it throw it out

🐺 Doesn't watch many cartoons, but if you want him to stay inside so that his bath can fill or dinner will be ready in a few minutes, he'll watch some shows

🐺 Probably also a Studio Ghibli fan

🐺 (^ I'm projecting, his favorite movie is Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind)

🐺 If he regresses because of big negative feelings or scary, scary thoughts, he'll run to you and hide in your arms

🐺 He knows he's a pretty buff dude, but just letting him hurry his head in your shoulder while you scratch his scalp and rub his back really helps him

🐺 If he starts crying, kids his forehead and rock him gently

🐺 Man's been through a ton, he just wants someone there to be there and love him

🐺 Learnt of age regression through Fujin when he came to Fujin about his memories as a reverant and how he didn't know how to handle them

🐺 Maybe a wolf regressor but I dunno

🐺 I know one of his victories has him howling at the moon, so he'll do that and then giggle when you cross his arms

🐺 Not a chewer or a biter, but will sometimes knaw your arm or hand out of love, almost like he's giving you a kiss

🐺 (^ Will do this in his little headpace too, not just wolf)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I love Nightwolf, he's so Dad but even Dad's deserve a break (and I really need to buy MK11 Aftermath)

[Also I did get your second ask, and don't worry!! You asked anymousely!!]