#on my bag they go Immediately. sleepy little guys. Two Of Them

[crimsongrimoire]

the sleepyboys have arrived

@vizerothree they're so precious i love them 😭

[artificial-transmutations]

4k! Dropout Dorm 2

Aiden coughed, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"No, I don't think so..."

Marvin walked towards him, slowly. Thankfully, Marvin only went to the window to open it before packing his bag. 

"Aren't you going to get out of bed soon?" Marvin asked. "Classes are about to start! 

Of course, that wasn't all that easy. Under his blanket, his body was still covered in spurts of cum that Aiden smeared into the fabric and all over himself with every movement. 

"Go ahead, my classes don't start for a while, and I'm really sleepy" he lied while faking a yawn. Apparently, the innocent Marvin bought his lie and left for class. Once the room door closed, Aiden bolted out of bed. As he had feared, the inward facing side of his blanket as well as his torso were wet with sticky cum. However, Marvin had also been right about classes. He had no time to clean up properly or take a shower now, that would have to wait until the afternoon. Aiden quickly used his towel to wipe off the worst from his body and turned his blanket, so the dirty side faced down. He threw on some clothes and was almost out of the door when he noticed that the window was still open. Not having anything stolen was definitely more important than a smelly room, so he closed the window and hurried to his class. 

Aiden made it to class, just barely. He didn't have any trouble following the professor but was distracted by himself. As the day progressed, Aiden noticed that he was smelling a bit. The sweaty activity this morning combined with the dried up seed under his clothes and the lack of shower produced a bit of a smell. It was probably nothing anyone else would notice, but still, Aiden was very self-conscious about it and resolved to taking a shower when classes were over. To make matters even worse, it was a moderately hot summer day, and Aiden was sweating under his long sleeve shirt. He didn't want to open it on the other hand in order not to disturb anyone with his smell. 

Marvin was the first to return to the 'dropout dorm'. When he opened the door, he immediately noticed the stale air. For understandable reasons, Aiden had closed the window when he left the room. Apparently, the time it had been open had not been enough to get rid of the strong aroma two sleeping guys produced. 

Marvin considered opening the window again but decided against it. The sun was burning down outside and opening the window now would only make the room heat up unnecessarily. Besides, he almost didn't smell it anymore. 

With this rationalization, Marvin started up his PC, to get his assignments done. He had a few days for them but doing them immediately didn't hurt. 

However, Marvin found it hard to concentrate today. Perhaps it had been the new experiences during the last few days, but he was feeling rather aroused. His small dick had gotten stiff, and he found himself readjusting his crotch often while trying to concentrate on his assignment. 

Finally, he gave up. It had been long since he had been this horny. He just needed to get it out of his system, so he opened a porn site. As he was nestling on the button of his pants however, without a warning, the room door opened. 

Marvin panicked, and his face became red as a tomato. He simultaneously shoved his shirt over his thankfully small bulge and hit the power button of his computer, not caring that he lost what little progress he had made on his assignment. 

Thankfully, Aiden, who came into the room, had not noticed anything out of the ordinary but regarded Marvin with a curious look. 

"Hey Marvin. Why are you shutting down your computer?" 

"Oh, uhm, hi Aiden. Yes, I'm... eh... I mean I have to go, that's why!" 

"Ah, cool, where are you going?" asked Aiden in a friendly tone while letting himself fall to his bed. 

Crap. He needed a good excuse. Classes were over for the day. Without thinking much, he just blurted out the first thing that came to mind: "I'm going to the gym!" 

"To the gym?" Aiden asked bewilderedly. 

"Yes, I thought there is no harm in trying it out once, haha!" Marvin said and went through his drawer to retrieve some never used gym clothes. 

"Alright! Have fun!" said Aiden, secretly happy he would be alone in the room because of that.

Marvin dressed quickly, grabbed his backpack and left the room. 

Finally alone, Aiden, who was still lying on his bed, sighed a sigh of relief. Now, he had time to clean up, change his sheets and shower. He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, leaving him bare-chested. He took a test sniff on his armpits. Yep, they smelled pretty intense, at least compared to his usual body odor. What was a bit odd though were the bushes of brown hair that prominently looked out from his armpits. Had he always been so hairy there? He couldn't say - that was something he never noticed much. It smelled really sweaty, though. When he scratched the hair with his hand, it felt damp with sweat.

Aiden smelled his fingers that just had scratched his pit, just to be sure. Yes, definitely a strong odor. He repeated the experiment on his other armpit. Same result. Aiden's head was swimming and for some reason he was really horny again. His dick strained against his pants and demanded attention. Good thing Marvin was out. It was pretty unusual for him to feel the need to jerk off twice in a week, let alone twice in a day, but Aiden thought nothing of it and got to work. 

As his right arm pumped up and down, the smell from his armpits was shoved into the room with each movement, for some reason making Aiden even more aroused. As he was getting close already, however, this wasn't enough anymore. As best as he could, he buried his nose in his armpits and took a deep breath. Ohhhh yes! That sensation brought him over the edge and more cum splattered against his body. Some missed his chest and hit his pillow instead, forming wet patches on the linen.

Aiden exhaled. That was unusually intense. He looked down on the mess he made. He should clean that up. But right now, he felt really tired, and Marvin would surely be out for a bit, so he still had some time. He grabbed his discarded shirt and wiped over his chest, letting the fabric absorb his sweat and cum, while spreading the rest more over his body, before letting the cloth fall to the floor without spending a further thought on it. Time to relax for a bit. 

With this thought, Aiden snuggled himself into his stained bed and slumbered away.

Meanwhile, Marvin arrived at the gym. What was he even doing? He could just pretend he went to the gym and return half an hour later. But then again, this would just be wasting time, and he did buy the gym clothes in case he wanted to try out the athletic offerings of the college at some point.

Under no circumstances had he expected this to be the case on his very first day here, but he might as well. 

Thankfully, there was nobody there to see him, as he changed into his gym clothes and so he entered the foreign territory in his oversized clothes with a bit of apprehension. But there was nobody in here as well, so he could basically do whatever he wanted without making a fool out of himself.

Where to start... There were the treadmills of course, but after closer inspection, the devices looked pretty complicated, and Marvin didn't want to damage anything (or himself) by pressing the wrong button on it. What else... There were weights. Those are pretty straightforward, Marvin reasoned. Just grab the weighted sticks and lift them, repeatedly. There was probably no way he could do that wrong. 

So, Marvin grabbed some weights and started to lift them up. Even though he started with the smallest one, it was surprisingly heavy, and Marvin went out of breath pretty quickly. He looked at the dumbbells again. They looked really tiny, especially compared to the other versions with much bigger discs. He wouldn't let himself be defeated by those! He grabbed them again and continued lifting.

Once he found his rhythm, the lifting became somewhat easier, and Marvin actually started to enjoy himself. Sweat was running down his body in rivers, drenching his light shirt, but he didn't care. He felt good! 

Marvin lost track of the time for a bit, but he had been working out for at least an hour, maybe two. During the last half hour or so, he even had switched to the next bigger disc size and found he could lift them as well. When he finally had enough, though, he noticed that there were other people working out in the gym now. He hadn't seen them come in, so focused has he been on his own lifting. 

The problem was, there were also other people in the locker room and shower. Marvin really didn't fancy showering with other people, so he decided to just shower in their dorm room.

When he entered the 'dropout dorm', he saw Aiden slumbering in his bed. He was shirtless and his arms hung over the bedframe, exposing hairy armpits. On the floor, a crumbled up shirt was lying, and the whole room smelled a bit... ripe. Marvin smiled. Poor Aiden, he must have been really tired. Best to let him sleep instead of opening the window. Besides, Marvin himself was so sweaty he was pretty smelly as well, he was sure of it. Time to hit the shower!

As he let the hot water run down his body, Marvin noticed a couple of things that seemed odd. For the first time in ever, he noticed some really small amounts of definition on his slim body. While that could probably be explained by the strain on his muscles from the workout (the word 'pump' didn't mean anything to Marvin), there were two more observations that were harder to explain. There were a very few small hairs on his chest, and overall, his complexion was a tad darker, like he had a tan. He didn't have a tan for all his life! It must have been the moving boxes in the bright sunshine yesterday, Marvin rationalized.

After finishing his shower, Marvin worked on his assignments for a bit, but stopped quickly. It wasn't really fun, a mixture of boring and surprisingly difficult at times. He had clearly underestimated the difficulty of his assignments. Perhaps he would have to take a fresh look at it tomorrow.

Furthermore, his body was acting up again. Even though his workout was now several hours ago, he was still sweating like mad. His butt left a wet print in his chair when he stood up and sweat kept dripping down his body and into his eyes. As if that wasn't bad enough, he was constantly hard. Of course, with Aiden sleeping just a few meters away, there was absolutely no way he would do anything about it right now, he would just have to endure it. His gaze went to the sleeping Aiden more than once, without him even noticing, taking in the incredibly hairy armpits and sparse hair on his chest (were those there before?) subconsciously.

Surely, there would be an opportunity to care for that tomorrow, Marvin reasoned as he shut down his computer and went to bed as well. 

With his dick tenting his blanket, he drifted off to sleep.

Things are set in motion! Read the previous part here. The next part is waiting here.

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

i doubt that Arata's going to make any major appearances now, but i think it would be so funny if VBS starts travelling and he is made to supervise them, because Ken is busy and tells the kids, "sorry, i am not trusting you guys by yourselves abroad in a million years." so he calls up Arata, since he's travelled before (to America)

Arata is like "yeah, sure. how hard could it be?"

about everything that could go wrong goes wrong.

in the middle of the night, they were all meant to meet at WEG, from where Ken would drive them to the airport. all of them except Toya forgot at least one thing at home and had to go all the way back to retrieve it.

Arata ordered a cup of strong coffee while they all waited for An to come back after running up to her room for the sixteenth time.

at security, An, Akito and Arata seem to accidentally create a "whose jewellery can set off the metal detector more" competition. Toya is highly disappointed in Akito. and just before the trip, Emu had given Kohane a tiny little robot that has recorded messages from all of W x S, to remember them by while she's away!! so cute!!

it gets Kohane pulled away to be searched.

not even anything dodgy in it, it's just as if the machines could detect the Made In Rui Kamishiro's Room essence. Kohane was terrified. it took Arata, Akito and Toya to hold An back from fighting security and getting them all arrested. Rui woke up at home a few hours later to fifty missed calls from Akito, An and the airline.

Arata bought another coffee at duty free afterwards.

oh, and since i'm silly about my headcanon of Iori and Arata being twins, STANDOUT happens to be doing a world tour at the same time. Arata prayed he would not see his sister at the airport. he is not God's favourite. she sees him struggling with the kids and immediately takes the piss. he retorts that he hopes her plane crashes. nearly gets jumped by the other band members (minus Mio)

he needed two coffees to recover from that.

Kohane is super excited about taking as many photos as she can while in the airport, wanting to capture everything. Arata sees her struggling with holding the camera while dragging her suitcase and decides to be nice, offering to hold it. she accidentally calls him nii-san and he feels joy for the first time, thinking that maybe it's all worth it. which is very quickly dissolved when An takes him holding Kohane's bag as an invitation to drop her bag on him ("cheers, Arata!!"), followed by Akito. Toya tries to scold them and help carry all the things, though sheepishly finds that he does not have the strength to.

"why the fuck do i bother." ~ Arata Tono, 2024, on his fifth coffee.

Arata gets a call from Souma checking up on him and is so relieved that he's positively beaming (and maybe even tearing up) while he walks away to answer.

"ehhh, he hasn't smiled at us like that all night, even though we've been so good!!" ~ An. she and Akito tease the hell out of his relationship with Souma when he returns.

while waiting to board the plane, he has to deal with standing next to a bickering An and Akito, the sleepiness starting to really get to the both of them, making them more snappy. Toya is starting to really realise that flights involve... heights. and is staring into space while having a silent panic attack. Kohane unintentionally wanders off to go take more photos, nearly giving Arata a heart attack when he thinks he's lost her. or that might've just been the caffeine.

he is unable to buy another cup of coffee at this time.

the second Arata gets into his plane seat, he goes "do not talk to me" to all of them and immediately falls asleep. some poor flight attendant has to shake him awake to ask him to put his belt on because he'd forgotten. he starts sobbing right then and there.

he gets to order his now hourly coffee from that same flight attendant a bit later.

he tries to drift off once more, though is awoken again, this time by poor Toya in the middle seat digging his fingernails into both his and Akito's arms from fear, like a cat, while the plane takes off.

Arata downs some more coffee and reflects every one of his life's decisions while his arm is taken hostage.

An, who is much too peppy at this sort of hour, in Arata's opinion, reaches across the aisle every ten minutes to shake his free arm and ask "are we there yet??" so he makes Toya keep an eye on how many exact miles away they are and regularly report it to her, to both distract him from the height and satisfy An's curiosity.

when they arrive at their destination, VBS is ecstatic. Arata promptly goes to his room in the hotel and passes out for about twelve hours.

he gets offered coffee during breakfast and feels sick at the thought... before remembering that he's with this lot for a good few days and quickly accepts.

[tenderleavesbob]

Potions could reduce the chances of someone dying from blood loss, but they couldn't return the person's blood or strength afterwards. They also could only do so much for the symptoms of shock.

They were terrible after-effects, but everyone agreed, however grudgingly, that no one's injuries were worthy of a fairy. Warriors grit his teeth and ignored the lingering aches and shakiness from that damned wallmaster grabbing him. Four and Wolfie were curled up against him, with Four cold and weak from blood loss from an arrow and Wolfie fine but sharing his warmth. Shock left Warriors a little chilly, too.

Wind knelt down beside them and wrapped a blanket around the trio. Legend's, Warriors noted with amusement. He looked at Legend, and he smiled when he saw how Legend refused to look back. The tips of his ears were pink. Wind's own expression was determined, a healing bruise on his forehead and the tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he adjusted the blanket around them. "Are you guys all right?"

Warriors smiled at him. He was so proud of Wind. The boy had helped him with Four earlier when Warriors's own wounds left him too shaky to handle the arrow. "We're good. Thank you, Wind." Four barely moved from his slumped position between Warriors and Wolfie, but he raised a trembling thumbs-up. It made Warriors reconsider. "Would you mind bringing me my bag? We might as well read while we're stuck here."

Four's thumb rose a little higher in approval. Warriors and Wind grinned at each other.

Across the camp, Legend was tucking a sleepy, protesting Hyrule into Sky's side. Sky happily pulled Hyrule into a hug in a way which disturbingly reminded Warriors of the wallmaster earlier. Sky was smiling but there was no mistaking the determination on his face. He was going to make sure that their exhausted healer rested whether he wanted to or not. Legend tucked another of his blankets around them, and Warriors felt his heart melt a little. Legend could pretend to be a hardass as much as he wanted, but Warriors saw through him.

Two against him, Legend and Sky and Hyrule made five, Wind made six...

Time was helping Wild with dinner. He had bruised his knee so he was cutting vegetables while sitting on the ground. Something about the movement of his hands and how casually he talked with Wild while they worked reminded Warriors of Time helping Malon in the kitchen at LonLon Ranch. Wild was glowing under Time's one-on-one attention. Warriors made a mental note to make sure they had more private time in the future.

Seven, eight.

Wind returned with Warriors's bag and promptly settled himself against Warriors's side. Four better adjusted himself against Warriors and rested his head on Warriors's shoulder. When Warriors rustled through his different books, Four pointed. "That one."

A book of Zora myths. Warriors pulled it out. He was very aware of several other heroes perking up, including Legend, who made a point of keeping his back to Warriors. How adorable.

When he started reading, Warriors did something he rarely did: he let his accent slip. It added some lyricism to the words, and he immediately felt Four relax against him. Time's ears twitched with the words even as he cut the remaining vegetables. Wolfie's tail wagged. Legend's ever-tense shoulders relaxed. Sky caught his eye and smiled at him, and Warriors knew if he didn't have his arms full with Hyrule, he would have his harp out.

There were more ways to heal people than potions and fairies. Letting the warmth of his brothers ease the lingering ache from his bruised bones, Warriors read on.

[fuxuannie]

╭₊˚ ๑︰love at first garlic bagel :)

:★: relationship : loid forger x baker!g-neutral reader

:★: warnings : none, fluff

:★: a/n : rereererr loid my little wheueeuehehehe (sorry not atsv/hsr post) i wrote this at 11pm so if the pacing doesnt make sense i was cery bery sleepy ok 😔

LOID sighs as he trudges past the small stores, feeling exhausted with a sleeping Anya in one arm and a bag of groceries in the other. It's been a.. very interesting first day for a mission.

Suddenly, the comforting scent of a bakery enters his nose and he melts. "I need to go home.. but a snack won't hurt, no?" He mumbles to himself, already at the front as he pushes the glass doors with his back.

"Uncle! Someones coming in!"

His head turns to what seems to be a worker approaching him, helping him with the door as he mumbles a thanks. "Would you like some help with your paperbags?" You asked him with a smile, seeing his busy hands.

As you spoke, Loid's tired and clouded mind had now felt.. clear. Your warm smile and welcoming manner was kind of what he needed at the moment and so he immediately fixes himself with a forced cough. "It's alright, thank you." He answers, thanking you quietly while placing them on a nearby table and Anya onto the seat.

You nod your head at his answer and walk back to the counter, judging by the surroundings alone Loid could tell it was one of those in and out bakeries that you get a quick snack in and leave.

The spy watched as you rushed back to the counter, is such an establishment only run by two people hence you calling for your uncle when he walked in? "What would you like, sir?"

After a few minutes of small chat, he settles on a garlic bagel to take home. You happily jot that down on a paper, "Give us a minute!" You tell him, calling for your uncle all the while rushing to the back and waving the paper in the air. "The new guy wants a bagel! Let's get this finished so we can watch the new movie later!"

Loid doesn't know why he watches you and your Uncle make something as simple as a bagel. It's not anything interesting, it won't take long and it's certainly not gonna help with his mission.. but it's your laughter that keeps him in a trance. The way you knead the dough with care, your giggles as your uncle playfully nudged you during the process and the surprise when you looked back at him all of a sudden.

You smile a little awkwardly before turning away in what seems to be fluster, the laughter of your uncle didn't make it any better.

It wasn't long till the bagel was finished while you walk back up to the counter, as bright as ever as you slide it over to him. "It's uh.. it's on the house."

"Oh, no please let me pay." He chuckles, pulling out his wallet as you profusely shook your head. "Nono. Take it." You insist further, pushing his money away.

Loid blinked a few times before smiling warmly, not even realizing it wasn't one he forged or faked it was just.. him. "Thank you."

As he grabbed the small snack; "Wait!" You suddenly make a little gasp and rush to the back before running back with some tissue in hand. "For you."

"What a kind person. Clearly cares for their customers."

Loid said his thanks, and it was getting late. He smiles at you one last time before he turns to an already awake Anya, kicking her legs under the table as he sighs. "Did I keep you waiting?" And the little girl shook her head.

You watch as he leaves, letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "What a handsome man.." A dreamy sigh escapes your lips, looking down at the open pen in your hand before back at the door.

The spy was no idiot, he was a little too eager to see the number written onto the tissue you hand to him. He smiles fondly and keeps it carefully folded in his coat pockets. "I think I've found the perfect fit."

[justreadingfics]

Date Night - A “Looking For a Hearbeat” One-Shot

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2.8k

Summary: You and your boyfriend have just got back together after a long time. Your friends offer to watch your baby daughter so you two can have a date night.

Warnings: Smut, Fingering, Sex inside a Car, Fluff.

A/N: Hiiii, I’m still here. Sometimes. This little one-shot was based on these anon asks:

Well, I feel like they banged a lot! lol, it had been quite a while of pent up energy, so yeah, even if sex wasn't the main thing in their relationship, I feel like they had a lot to catch up on that area.

//

Awh, now I have this headcanon that from chapter 25 onwards, Bucky and Y/n are just constantly touching each other in some way, and that for weeks (maybe even months?) various team members would offer to babysit Summer for a few hours a day, so that Bucky and Y/n could... "catch up" in peace. 😁

Thank you, nonnies. I had a blast writing form them again. And thank you so so much @flordeamatista​ and @sn0wpiercer​. You have no idea how much you two helped me.

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

“Vee-vee!”

“Ah… there’s my best girl!” Upon opening his front door Steve reaches for Summer with a big smile as the one-year-old makes grabby hands at him, calling her uncle Vee-vee and promptly leaving your arms to favor his.

Beside you, a chant of recommendations and warnings immediately starts spilling out of Bucky’s mouth, making you roll your eyes at your boyfriend, even though you’re paying attention to check if he’s forgetting something.

After your daughter’s frightening kidnapping a little while ago, you two took a while to feel safe enough to leave her side. But who better to take care of her than a bunch of Avengers like Captain America himself with the help of his new girlfriend, Sharon Carter. It’s no secret that they are willing to give their lives to protect her.  

In fact, all of her aunts and uncles would. As soon you you and Bucky got back together, one of them would offer to watch her so you two could have some alone time. They always say it’s all they can do after everything you two have gone through, but you know better. What they really want is to spend time with your baby.

“If she gets sleepy, her unicorn is in the bag; under no circumstances you give her candies, especially after 7pm… Jesus Christ are you even listening Steve?” Bucky glares at his friend, who just kept blowing raspberries on Summer’s tummy all over Bucky’s speech, motivated by the baby’s howls of laughter.

“Ah, there’s my best girl,” Sharon grins, repeating her boyfriend’s welcoming while coming from the kitchen and reaches out for Summer. She greets you and Bucky before mimicking her boyfriend with the raspberry kisses on the delighted little girl.  

Holding back a laugh, you nudge Bucky’s side, nodding for him to catch the baby eyes Steve was giving his girlfriend and Summer. Bucky just lets out a huff, still clearly pretty much annoyed by Steve’s lack of attention to his little lecture about how to take care of his daughter.

You roll your eyes at him again, before turning to Sharon, “Are you sure it’s ok? I mean, I know you two offered, but it’s Saturday night, are we ruining any plans of you have?” It was not too long ago that they began dating.

“Oh, please, of course not. We’ve been waiting the whole day to spend a few hours with this beautiful little lady.” She grins at Summer and Steve before turning to you again,  “Also, this girl may also need a break from the lovey dovey energy between the two of you. We know we need.” She teases, winking at Steve.    

“Alright then, fair enough.” You chuckle, “But please don’t hesitate in calling us for any reason, I mean, any reason at all.”

“Don’t you worry guys, if we need, we’ll do that. But we’ll be fine.” Steve answers, running his hand lovingly up and down Summer’s back as he smiles at Sharon. 

“Come on, off you go, right Summer? Off you go.” Sharon grabs the baby’s little hand, wriggling it to shoo you two away.

You don’t argue. Bucky hand Summer’s bag to Steve before you both kiss your baby goodbye. The little girl clearly is fine with spending a few hours apart from her parents, pointing joyfully towards the mini-playground Steve set up for her in his living room. 

~~

You have your fingers interlaced with Bucky’s in the elevator heading down to the garage. You can feel the tenseness in his body, it’s always hard for him to part from Summer, even if he knows she would be alright and safe. 

He can be such a nervous papa sometimes.

And grumpy.

“Steve, huh? Did you see the baby eyes he was giving Sharon? The dude is completely whipped,” you comment, trying to soothe the papa’s worries away with some easy conversation.

He huffs, keeping the tenseness on his muscles, “Did we tell Sharon about the candy rule? I know Steve will just give Summer anything she wants and then lie about it. Everyone keeps saying he’s shitty at lying, but I know better,” he lets out an unamused little laugh, “That jerk is a magnificent liar when he wants to.”

“Hey, hey,” you turn towards him, finding it hard to hold back a laugh at his little rant. 

You can’t help but think he’s adorably sexy. 

That big ass man, who’s been through so much and faced it all like a champ, being so nervous and broody about parting a few hours from his little baby. 

Actually, it makes the enormous love you have for him grow even deeper inside your heart. 

You pull him to you through your interlaced hands, rest your hand on his broad chest and prop a little kiss on his tightened jaw, and then another on the other side, smirking as you feel the tenseness melting under your hand and lips, “Summer will be fine, you know that, right? But…” 

You drag your mouth to his neck and his arm circle your waist, pulling you closer, his breath speeding, “If you want, we can call it a night-”

With a tight hold on you, he shifts you two and your back meets the elevator’s wall. You feel his lips and body pressed against yours with the underlying desire that's always been there. 

You curl your arms around his neck while his hands explore your body, reaching for as much skin as your short, but long sleeved dress allows him to. It ignites a fire inside you that has always and will always be his, only his. 

You take in a deep and needed breath when his lips leave yours. His hands stay on you, one your ass, another cupping the back of your neck. Your mind is still in a bit of a daze when his forehead rests on yours.

“She’ll be alright”, you two say in unison. A smile curls your lips when he laughs.

After the elevator gets to the garage, you two walk to the car, never ceasing to touch each other in some way, hands and lips. When he opens the SUV’s door for you, he kisses your neck, nuzzling against it before letting you get in the front seat.  

“Where are we going?” You ask as he gets in the car beside you, grabbing the wheel. You have arranged that date night last minute so there has been no time to choose a place or to make reservations beforehand. “I doubt we’ll find a table at this hour.”

He laughs quietly, while reaching over to place a kiss on your shoulder, like he can’t stay a minute without touching you. “Oh honey…” His hot breath fans against your skin, making your eyes flutter, “What is being friends with Tony Stark good for?” He keeps kissing you, reaching the sensitive skin of your neck. “All we have to do is drop his name and they’ll sit your pretty ass anywhere you want.”

Your chuckle dies out in a moan when his teeth find your earlobe, “Alright,” you whisper, your breath coming out fast as you feel the warmth of his tongue against your skin, “How about that Italian on the 87th? You really liked it there last time.”

“Hmm, sounds delicious,” he whispers, reaching his hand to grab your breast through your dress, with a not so gentle touch.

Your head falls back on the headrest, “And, hum, how about,” you take in a deep breath as he uses his teeth on your neck and his fingers on your nipples, making them harden even with the fabric of your dress and your bra as a barrier, “How about that new Japanese Wanda was talking about?”

“Yummy.” His hand slides down from your breast and your legs open, inviting him. 

Biting your lower lip, you wait for it.

When his fingers find you bare down there, his body freezes and he leans back to look at you. His eyes widen but it’s just a second before he squints dangerously at you. 

Desire all over his darkening blue eyes.

“Well, well, well,” he sinks a finger between your folds, and you bite your lips, “Look at that… my naughty girl.” He slides his finger up and down, spreading your wetness, “Thinking about all those fancy places to go wearing nothing underneath her pretty, pretty dress. What are you up to, sweetheart?”

“I knew, hah— kne I-.” You gasp as his middle finger presses against your clit, “I knew we would end up in a situation like this eventually.”

“Eventually, huh?” He chuckles, adoration adorns his face as his gaze drops on your lips, “What a naughty momma I have at home...” His sultry low voice caresses your ears, “Thinking about being fucked all day long…” He groans, “That’s all I’ve been thinking about too, baby, having you here like this.” 

His mouth seeks yours and he kisses you, bringing a moan out of you as he captures your lower lip between his teeth and speeds up the pace of his fingers in your pussy.

The tightness in your core gets stronger, following the rhythm of his relentless moves. You gasp and you grab his arm by impulse, while, using your other hand, you hook your fingers on his dog tags, pulling him closer to you. He takes that as a hint to drag his teeth and tongue against your jaw and neck.

The air inside the car is hot and you can feel droplets of sweat gathering on your forehead. His name falls out of your lips as your hips grind against his hand and the seat. The coils of desire twist you from inside when his teeth meet your earlobe. 

A particularly elaborated curl of his finger strokes your clit, your body freezes before your legs lock his hand between them, and you sob at the strong rush of pleasure that runs down from your core to your whole skin. 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you come,” Bucky whispers against your ear, gliding his finger lazily up and down your pussy as fervent pleasure washes over you.

Breathless, you tilt your head to kiss him, your tongue twirling around his as the hand you had on his arm reaches to palm his evident erection through his pants, “Baby,” you break the sloppy kiss, resting your hot forehead on his, his breath coming out fast as you keep rubbing your hand on him, “I need you inside me.”

It all happens in a split of a second. 

All of sudden your seat is dragged and reclined further back. In a hurry, you start bunching up your dress up your waist as Bucky jumps to your side and between your legs. 

With no patience left in you, you help him with his belt and push down his pants just enough to give you space to pull his cock out. You take him in your hand, hard and pulsing. 

He seems just as desperate to be inside you as he places his hand over yours to guide himself to your pussy, which is soaked enough to allow him to enter you with ease, despite his ever challenging size.

You both cry out at the sensation of the longed connection and your heels meet the windshield behind him as he starts moving. His hands reach over to hold the backseat behind you to support himself. 

It’s an odd position in a not so comfortable place, but you both are too lost in the need to feel each other to care, so you make it work. 

Your fingers tangle in his hair as he dips his head in the crook of your neck and curl an arm under your it, pulling you impossibly closer, cheek to cheek. He thrusts into you hard and deep and fast, blurring your surroundings. 

All you feel is him, his weight on you, his cock filling you up, his deep moans mingling with yours.

You move a hand to sink it beneath his Henley, relishing at the hard and toned muscles under your touch. 

He’s so fucking beautiful. 

And yours. 

The reminder makes you curl your panting lips in a smile. 

He whimpers when you bring your legs to wrap the small of his back in a tight hold, like you’re trying to melt into him, into the deep sensations he brings to your body as he sinks in and out of you, your wetness allowing him to move with wanton speed.

You’re so close again, his hip bones rubbing against your clit adds to the feeling of his perfect pulsing cock inside you, hitting that sweet spot he’s familiar with. He cups your breast harshly, the wetness and warmth of his tongue on your neck makes your pussy flutter and your upper body jerks under his weight when a blinding pleasure washes over you for the second time.

He leans back to watch as your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth opens in a silent cry, “Yeah, that’s it, baby, come all over this cock,” he encourages before dropping his lips on your neck again, the rhythm of his hips falters and his moans come out in that raspy and maddening sexy sound of his voice.

Your mind is clouded up, dizzy and wonderfully light. 

Your arms are firm around him, holding him as he desperately picks up his pace, seeking his own pleasure until his hips stutter once again. He lets out a long groan, his hips thrusting deep inside you before his whole body tenses. Your breath hitches and your lips curl in a delighted smile as you feel the spurts of his desire in you. 

Keeping your bodies connected, you two relish into the aftermath of loving each other. Having his heart hammer against yours is a sensation you will never tire of. . 

“Are we pushing for another kid already?” You’re the first one to speak, your fingers running down his locks. You feel him smile against the crook of your neck.

“Wouldn’t mind another girl,” he murmurs, prepping a sweet kiss on your skin, making you shrug your shoulder and chuckle.

Of course he would want another girl, just so she turns into as much as a daddy’s girl as Summer. 

Maybe one day… Now you rely on your monthly shots to keep Summer as an only child. 

At least for a while.

He leans back to look at you, the tips of his hair fall around his incredibly handsome face, and your hands run down his chest, resting there. His adoring smile makes the corners of his eyes wrinkle and it’s a mirror of yours. 

Your heart hurts the most delicious pain.

You love this man so much and the most wonderful sensation in the world is to be sure he loves you too, and that you’re both right for each other, no matter what happened before and what may come ahead.

“So, where do you wanna go?” His eyes follow the path of his finger as he gently slides it over the traces of your face, “You know I’ll go anywhere with you.” His blue gaze stares deeply into yours.

You take in a deep breath. Maybe it’s the sensation of him still inside you, maybe it’s the look on his face or the touch of his fingers. But you now know exactly where you wanna go.

 “You know what I’m really craving right now?” You ask.  

“What?” He asks absentmindedly before pecking your lips.

“Giordano’s.” You giggle when you spot the gleam that flashes in his eyes at the name of the place you order pizza from almost every Saturday night. “Do you want to, maybe, huh, go upstairs…” You skim your hands over his pecks, “Order a big ass pie and, while we wait, we can think about what we’ll want for dessert before picking Summer up at Steve’s?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him.  

The wide grin he gives you before running his tongue over his lips tells you exactly what he’ll want for dessert.

 ~~~

The End. 

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[blair-s-world]

Simulation Cartridge

You visit Budapest to attend Sziget Festival. You meet Alex.

This is the first part. 

Mentions of smoking.

No fluff or smut or angst. Just building the story.

Also remember this?

It was the last day of the festival. The line up was perfect. Not to forget, you saw one of your favourite bands. The Arctic Monkeys. The set was everything a fan could dream of. You and your friends were thankful that you got to experience it.

You and your girls come back to the hotel room, all laughing and dancing. Two of your friends just passed out in their room. You and your bestfriend were sitting on the floor and having last drinks before sleeping. It was just to commemorate your success of this girls trip. Both of you start to show each other photos that were clicked, of the group and the acts.

You happen to stumble upon a specific photo of Alex. In this faded shirt that your friend took, you immediately ask her to airdrop it to you. She looks at you confused. But does it.

The photo:

Both of you weren’t sleepy at all, so you decide to go on a stroll outside. Summer in Budapest was calm. You tried finding a decent place that was open and there was a small bar with twinkling lights just around the corner. Both of you went in and ordered yourself a whiskey coke. You don’t know why you did so, there was a weird electricity in you tonight. Again, you and your best friend did chat about anything and everything that was possible.

Thirty minutes into all this, you notice a guy approaching your friend. You push her to make conversation. He was tall, had a very different accent, he had brown and blonde hair. Both of them were in deep in their own little world. You took this as a cue to go outside for a smoke, whiskey made you smoker.

You take your drink and you go outside and sat on the porch. Fumbling through your bag to find your pack. You find you lighter instead. You were desperate. You give up and growl, “ fuck me”

“ Already? ” you hear a manly voice

You look around and you see a guy smoking, not looking at you, you murmur a sorry to him.

He doesn’t look at you still but asks , “ lost something? ” and smiles, you could see his muscles soften, you smile at him, first you keep your hands on your hips then run your left hand in your hair, “ Uhm yeah yeah, I was looking for my smokes. I guess I forgot to keep it, or I’m just too tired to look for it or I don’t know… ”

He puts his hand, in his jean pocket and brings out a pack, gives you a smoke. You jog in your heels to get it, whisper a Thankyou and get to your old place.

You don’t try to look at him and he doesn’t try to impress you either but both of you could feel the tension around.

What tension?

The dim lit porch, chatter and music in background, yellow lights & smoke in the air.

Both of you felt alone together.

The man clears his throat and comes near you as he plans to walk in. You examine him. He smiles at you and you smile at him.

You stub your cigarette after a while & went inside to see your bestfriend is still chatting up with the guy. You smile at her and you look around and you notice the same man, sitting with a group of his friends. You ask the bar man to send a glass of whiskey towards that man asking what he was drinking. You take the bar pen and scribble a thank you for the smoke on a napkin and asked if same could be sent out along. The bar man did so.

You didn’t do any of this to flirt. You did because you felt so. Remember the electricity?

Your bestfriend looks at you and asks you things & starts ranting about this man she was talking. There’s a good chance they sleep in tonight.

“ So, he is here after work. He works at a construction company. I suppose he lays concrete. God, his eyes… ” you best friend blabbed

The bar man comes back to you with a note in his hand that read -

Pleasure & thank you. - Alexander

Your best friend stops and asks, “ who is this Alexander & why is he taking any kind of pleasure? And why is he thanking you? WHAT DID YOU DO??? ” she whisper shouts.

" he gave me a smoke & i returned the favour w a drink ”, you said as you look at his side and to her.

Your bestfriend starts to follow your gaze, and slaps your arm, “ Alexander? You mean Alex? Dude you just had a smoke with Alex Turner from the Arctic Monkeys. ” she responds looking at you and him alternately.

“ what, wait what? ” you look at her and the man.

That’s when it comes to reality. Yes. That man was indeed Alex. You were so drunk. You didn’t realise anything. Both of you laugh out at each other.

You look at the man who was looking at you now and you gesture with your index finger and your middle finger for another smoke and he nods.

You bestfriend vanished as her god of a man was back.

You were again back at the porch. With Alex by your side but no words spoken. He lights a cigarette and gives it to you. But doesn’t light one for himself yet. You mouth a thank you to him.

You start humming the tune of Sculptures of Anything goes

Within both of you chuckle and burst into laughter.

“ so you know who I am ” he still isn’t looking at you.

“ took me a minute but I did, sorry I didn’t want to make it awkward for you. And honestly, I really needed a smoke. ” you gesture to the cigarette in your hand.

He takes a fag as you hold on to the light.

“ Mhm.

It’s okay.

Wanna go for a walk? ” he said as he looks at the way out.

You look at him and try to look in the bar towards your friend who is still talking to the guy. God she’s a chatter.

“ yes. Just take a lap? ” you respond & adjust your jacket.

Both of you start walking. He walked at you pace. You examine him. God. He was wearing the same shirt as he did in the gig. He looked so comfortable without any effort.

“ so what brings you here? Ms. ? ” he asked. Again not looking at you.

“ Miss Y/N. the festival. Girls trip. ” you replied as you look at your shoes.

“ did you watch us? ”

“ Yes. ”

“ did you like it? ”

“ Yes. ”

Much for a conversation.

Much for a conversation where he is not looking at you.

“ why don’t you look me when you talk to me? ” you asked him hurriedly.

He stopped walking. Looked at you. Deep in your eyes. Stern with his muscles. You could feel his breath on you this time.

“ because the first time I did, it made me come ahead for a smoke and walk w you ” he said without an emotion.

Both of you continue walking. No words exchanged.

Never did you expect to enjoy silence with someone. That too with a man like him?

Both of you reach the porch again. You see your best friend and the guy waving at you and you realise that she’s leaving.

“ You know her ” He asked you.

“ That’s my friend. I guess she is going to have a good night. ” you chuckled.

“ what about you? ” he asks

“ me? ” you ask with a shock

“ yes, you. Miss y/n ” he spoke w a lower tone

“ guess I’ll go back to the room. Listen to music. Not yours. But just waste time you know. ” you didn’t think before speaking and your face change as he looked at you.

“ I can listen to your music aswell. ” you responded in order to make a compensation. You were really star stuck. Hm.

“ waste your time with me? ” a smile formed on his face.

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"What do you like being called" : Eddie x Bunny!Reader part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Author's Notes:

It's finally here! This is the third and I believe last part for this string of story I believe! If you want more specific headcanons/themes for bunny!reader x eddie please let me know in my ask box!

Tagging: @xtravrgnoliveoil acts-of-pastel upside-down-angel lia-winther eddiesgir1 emmalee-01 digital-charlie sleepy-bunnie Here you go! Last parts with choose your own adventure!

Context: After Eddie figures out a nickname for you that sticks in a different way (bunny), you asked him what he wants to be called. "Well you're gonna have to figure it out like I did" situation, it's going to be a lot teasing and trial/error for some shit that's gonna make the reader want to scream from feelings. Read the first two parts for more in-depth!

"You're gonna have to figure it out like I did"

You tried to think just before Eddie figured you out what he meant by you figuring it out like he did. Maybe he was just telling you that metaphorically but how were you supposed to know; so you do exactly as he did.

You did some research of course; you had to phone in a favor originally from Robin with hooking you up some different types of videos that you wouldn't be able to access otherwise. That being said, she immediately wasn't into the idea of giving into male pleasure in any way so she then pulled Steve to come in and help with the project if you will. They were both invested for blackmail reasons but still, it was extremely helpful. Steve found some different things for you, making short little quips every now and then towards you but you were just trying to absorb it all. Anyways, you figure that a bags full of material should be plenty to help you in the right direction. You pay the fee and you're blushing out the door at the comments and whistles you were getting from both Steve and Robin. They embarrassed you so easily but in the most caring way possible. It was sweet, really.

You get home and you start your "homework" if you will. Names... what does a guy even like in terms of names? You didn't even know that you wanted to be called bunny until you heard it from Eddie's mouth. The way he approached it seemed so natural, but you had really given much thought of it. Either way, you just wanted to call Eddie something of equal value, equal impact. You wanted him to be able to unwind as well.

Eddie was always a dominant person. He loved taking care of you and could obviously have you on edge in under a minute. His effect on you is blatant and you don't really know why but with this project, there's this sense of care that you want to figure out about it.

You pop in a video and of course, being from Steve, it's straight up porn. Like two people fucking on screen with frankly awful plot and no chemistry. The girl seems to trying to show like she likes it, but to you, it's obvious. You take it out. This cycles through for a little bit until you have gone through your entire bag and you're left with a weird little list of names on a piece of paper that you had scribbled through watching. Some of them made sense, in a very obvious kind of way and others kind of shocked you, trying to figure it out. You take your little list and you decide "well... I guess I just have to try some out.." (A/N: THIS IS NOW A CHOOSE YOUR OWN ENDING DEPENDING IF YOU WANT A MORE SUBMISSIVE!EDDIE OR A DOM!EDDIE)

The List: Dominant!Eddie

The List: Submissive!Eddie

[sleepymoppet]

Writing a Letter to Leon Kennedy

Notes: Literally why is everything this man does hot and just I want to baby him so bad but I also want him to fight the world for me?? 

Genre: Fluff, headcanons, a sprinkle of angst if you squint really hard

𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂

When you go shopping with him, and have a large amount of bags, he will take them from you no questions asked. He doesn’t even ask if he can, he just quickly slides them off your arm and holds them in his hands, on his shoulders, or with his arm. 

The type on sleepless nights due to insomnia or other PTSD related reasons, to do a little slow dancing with you. He likes to turn all of the lights down with only a lamp casting your shadows on the wall with some very quiet and relaxing music playing in the background. Your sleepy forms slowly rocking side to side as he wraps his strong arms around the small of your back, pulling you flush against him. His cheek will rest on the top of your head as he rests his eyes as he breathes in the moment.

Either that, or if you’re up for going for a drive, takes you for a ride on his motorcycle. You can watch the neon lights on signs plastered in the windows of 24/7 convenience stores zoom past in a blur. The only thing lighting the road ahead are the streetlamps and the small headlights attached to the motorcycle. The stars seem to shift slowly behind you as you continue to take quiet winding roads to an unknown destination.

He always makes sure you wear a helmet and some padding on the outside, no matter what. If you don’t have any, he gives you one of his leather jackets and his spare helmet. 

If you at all ever feel uncomfortable riding with him, give his shirt a tug. He will immediately pull over at the safest spot and make sure you’re alright. “Are you okay? Just a little nauseous, that’s all? You’re sure? Okay we can sit here for a bit, no rush.”

(Do not pat him because otherwise he’ll think you want to either hold his hand or for him to make a turn somewhere if you specifically pat his side.)

When he’s away for a long time and notices that you’ve washed his motorcycle, or took care of it, he has to, has to, give you a big juicy kiss. Leon loves his motorcycle he is so grateful for you for taking care of it while he’s away on some extensive mission.

It’s just a nice thing to see because it means one less thing off of his plate, which also means more time spent with you instead of some boring maintenance chores.

His leather bomber jacket from RE4 is his baby, his pride, his favorite piece of clothing he has. So when he bestows it upon you, draping it over your shoulders on a chilly night, know that you are the love of his life. He would rather die than part with his jacket. Also if you tease him about it, his ears go red but he just turns his face away with a little, “I don’t know what you mean.”

Does his stupidly hilarious one liners and corny jokes. Every time he has a little shine in his eyes as he looks at you, waiting for you to laugh. 

Please laugh, he is hilarious.

When ever you two are together out in public witnessing something going down: a kid’s meltdown, a Karen yelling at some poor employee, etc., he just leans down next to your ear and whispers “Story of my life” With some stupidly handsome lopsided grin as he pulls away from your ear and looks down at you to see you’re reaction.

Even if he’s off the clock or not on a mission, he is keeping his eyes peeled for anything out of place or any sort of danger. Two things can come from this: he sticks close to you if he feels something is off. (A calming rub on his back helps soothe him a little.) Otherwise he will subtly guide you away. Say if some guy was eyeing you up, Leon shields his gaze from you and points at something to go look at. Once you’re off he sends a quick glare to the guy before following dutifully behind you.

If it were a real danger instead of just some guy eyeing you up, he does this to avoid you panicking about the situation (As they say, ignorance is bliss). This gives him the time to take care of it himself. He doesn’t expect you to be able to mentally face the horrifying bioweapons he has in his life. And honestly, he’d like to keep it that way for as long as he can help it.

He likes being the big spoon when cuddling or having you on top of him since he likes to know you’re safe. But on days when he’s exhausted, struggling to sleep, or out right anxious with his own mind and demons, hold him. Hold him close, wrap your arms around this big bulky man. Let his head rest over your heart, hearing the soft rhythmic beating, Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. as it lulls him to sleep a most restful sleep.

You can visibly see his shoulders relax as he hears your steady heart beat. It’s the one thing he needs to hear to know you’re alive

Loves it when you give him a massage. Leon melts like puddy in your hands. His favorite spot for you to work the knots out of is his upper back. Your legs straddle his waist with his shirt off, his head turned to the side and eyes closed as he sighs in content.

Leon has fallen asleep during these massage sessions on a multitude of times that it is just expected to happen. They just become so relaxing that he can’t help but let his eyes droop shut.

When feeling like he needs an extra bit of care, he asks you to use some essential oils. It helps him relax a bit more and also just makes him smell good. His favorite is a balsam and ginger mix.

The type to quietly say “I’m home” when it’s late at night and he comes back home to a dark and quiet house. Letting his things drop to the floor before slowly trudging his way to the bedroom, not even bothering to change out of his work clothes unless they are absolutely nasty. Throws off his shirt in one smooth motion before slowly and carefully sliding in next to you.

If you end up waking up from the shift of the mattress he will apologize before reassuring you it’s just him and you don’t have to worry. Go back to bed. And he would take this chance to actually wrap his arms around you since you’re at least semi-awake before nuzzling his face into the back of your neck. He takes in one deep breath, breathing in the scent of you, before letting his body relax finally and get some well deserved rest.

[miyuhpapayuh]

eight.

It had been a couple weeks since Zora and Leon had been a couple, and it was everything they'd hoped for.

Pure bliss.

Breaking the news to their respective circles and mamas might as well have been a marriage proposal, the way everybody was over the moon excited for the two.

Zora finds her way to Leon's job with his favorite food from her job, as well as something for herself.

Following the path to the main entrance, she stops at the check in desk, biting back a laugh at the way the girl looks up at her.

“Mmhm, and who are you here for, pretty girl?” She asks with a smirk on her face.

“Leon Grey.”

“Oh, you're the girlfriend he's been telling us about!”

Zora lets a laugh loose. “He's been talkin’ off heads about me??”

“Mmmhm! He's right, you are absolutely gorgeous!” She compliments, sliding the clipboard her way.

Zora blushes and thanks her, before signing her name on the line and sliding it back. The lady unlocks the steel door, both of them cringing at the loud buzzing sound it makes as it automatically opens up.

“You never get used to that ugly ass sound,” she comments. “Go down the hall and make a right, and you'll find the lounge.”

“Thank you!”

“Anytime.”

Following her directions, she finds him sitting at a table with a couple guys, who start staring at her immediately.

“Yo, who is that?” One of his coworkers asks, making him look behind him. An immediate smile graces his face.

“My girlfriend, Zora.”

“That's your girlfriend??”

“How you pull a thick’n like that, with your lanky ass?”

Leon sucks his teeth and turns back to them. “Where y'all girlfriends at, again?”

The table fell silent, making him nod. And just as he was about to lay into them a little more, a hand finds his shoulder, making him look up.

Zora smiles sweetly, placing the bag on the table. “Hey, baby. I got your favorites.”

“Hey, sweet stuff! Thank you. I wanna introduce you to some knuckleheads.”

“Yeah, caught em starin’ at me when I walked in. Might as well learn some names.” She smiles, making one of them choke on air as Leon chuckles.

“Zora, this is Craig, Darnell and Clyde. Y'all, this is my girlfriend, Zora.”

“We've heard so much about you, dear. It's a pleasure to finally put a name to a face.” Clyde smoothly speaks, reminding her of her uncle, Tommy.

“Yeah, sorry about the staring. Leon wasn't lying when he told us how gorgeous you were.” Darnell says, making her laugh.

“Hey, at least your mouth wasn't open.” Craig adds.

“It's all good, guys. It's nice to meet y'all.”

“Well, let's get out of their hair, y'all. We'll see you later, Leon.” Clyde says, wrangling the other two up from the table.

Zora sits down beside Leon, laughing as he quickly leans in for a kiss, before pulling the knot from the bag.

“How's your day been so far?” He asks.

“It's been good. I talked to my boss today, and she agreed that her son is outta control. Finally.” 

“Really? That's great! Wait… he ain't try nothing else, did he?” He asks, before getting too excited.

“No,” she shakes her head, “I told her about the last run in, and she wasn't happy about it. Suspended him for a few weeks in an attempt to make him understand how serious workplace harassment is. She's only giving him one chance and I've got the paperwork already printed up if need be.”

“Is he a mama’s boy like I'm thinking he is?” He asks.

“He's a spoiled brat, yeah.” She nods, making him laugh.

“Well, good. I'm glad you get to have an uninterrupted work schedule for a while, maybe indefinitely. That's ideal, ain't it?”

“You have no idea. I really cannot stand that boy.” She sighs and adjusts her glasses, leaning on his shoulder as he eats.

“You sleepy?” He asks, glancing down at her low lids.

“Maybe a little. I didn't get much sleep last night..”

“How come?”

“Eh, your couch is more comfy than my bed, maybe.” She shrugs, glancing up at him.

Which was code for, “I wanna graduate to sleeping beside you in bed, but I don't wanna be too forward.”

And, of course he knew that's what she meant.

“How about I come over and tuck you in, tonight?” He suggests, feeding her a couple fries.

A small smile creeps its way onto her way before she can stop it. She nods, circling her arm around the one she's leaning on.

“Consider it done.”

“You need extra clothes, too?” She asks with a giggle.

“Hell, you already got my shirts at your crib. I think I'm set!” He responds with a laugh of his own.

“They're so comfy and they smell like you. I'm not sorry.”

“Mm. Maybe I'll just sleep naked, then.” He shrugs.

“Leon,” she smacks his chest with her free hand.

“Look at you, already copin’ a feel.” He continues to tease, laughing at her incredulous expression.

“Anyway, which one of those knuckleheads were you beefin’ with?”

“Craig.”

“I knew it!”

“How?”

“He looks like the type to get into with some– everybody. A hothead like you used to be.”

“You'd be right about that,” he nods. “He's a good kid, he just needs to relax. I just try and look out for him.”

“That's sweet of you.”

“I do what I can.” He smiles.

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“I'm so glad y'all are a couple, cause this glow of yours is out of this world!” Nique squeals, right along with Neoma and Lovita.

Meeting them at Neoma’s place, Zora was finally freely gushing about her new relationship.

“I'm glowing?”

“Like an angel baby!” Lovita says, pinching her cheek.

“I'm so happy, y'all,” she smiles. “It's been so great, getting to know a man who wants more than just sex. Who doesn't wanna control things, cause Leon knows he can't and he doesn't try. We meet in the middle. We actually talk about things! He's got me sharing stories that I haven't shared since they happened, ya know? And, why is he so fine?!” She smacks her thigh for emphasis on the last part, making them laugh.

“Oh, we've seen him! He's so pretty!” Neoma laughs. “We're shocked that y'all haven't jumped each other's bones, with all this kissing and laying up y'all be doing.”

Zora rubs the back of her neck, as it becomes super warm. She, too, was shocked that they haven't found themselves in such a predicament.

“Well, to be fair, I just got fully comfortable in his presence. I guess cuddling on the couch is phase one,” she snorts.

“What's phase two, then?”

“Well, he said he was coming over tonight to tuck me in,” she giggles, “he's so stupid.”

“His long ass in your queen bed is gonna be hilarious!” Lovita cackles, making the rest of them join in at the mental image.

“Take a picture or something, I beg!”

“Right, cause I gotta see it!”

“Y'all are stupid, too!” Zora points at them. “But, I got y'all.”

“Good. Now, don't forget about the barbecue we're throwing this Friday. If Leon's free, you should bring him!”

“Gotcha. What am I on the list for, this time?” She asks.

“Potato salad and some kind of dessert. Neoma said banana pudding, but I don't know about that.”

“What, you don't like it?”

“You know me and nanas got a love/hate relationship,” she shrugs. “But, if that's what you wanna make, I'll still eat some.”

“I'll see if I can find something else, sis. I don't want you to suffer through it.” She assures, to which Lovita blows out a dramatic sigh of relief.

“See? An angel!” She nudges Nique and Neoma, who both roll their eyes while Zora giggles.

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Heading out of her room and down the hall, she opens the door to find Leon with a bouquet of lilies in his hand.

“Hey, beautiful. These are for you.” He smiles, holding them out for her to grab.

“Aw, how pretty! Thank you.” She says, grabbing them from him and pulling him inside her place.

“Anything for you,” he says, kissing her cheek before she rushes into the kitchen to cut and place them inside the new vase she'd bought.

“How was the rest of your day?” She asks, as he makes his way over to her, leaning against her marble counter.

“It was good. I kept getting questions about you and me, cause people are nosy like that,” he chuckles. “I shared my food with the guys, and now they're planning on swinging by the restaurant for more.”

“Linda's dream is to feed hardworking men,” Zora laughs, plucking the flowers until they fall in place like she wants.

“Her dream’s about to come true, too. She won't be able to shake ‘em off, either.” He shakes his head, finally getting to wrap his arms around her waist as she comes to stand in front of him, gazing up.

“Ah, she'll be okay. I missed you,” she admits, welcoming the sweet kiss he placed on her lips.

“I missed you too, sweet stuff. I practically mad-dashed through the six o'clock traffic to get here.”

“Don't be speedin’ for me,” she half-jokes, stuffing her hands into the pockets of his jacket.

“I got here in one piece, mama.” He says, pressing another kiss to her lips, shutting her up.

Moving from the kitchen to her sofa, the pair cuddle up and start their usual movie marathon.

“Oh, before I forget. My sisters are having a barbecue this Friday and you're invited, if you can make it.” She says, playing with the strings on his jacket.

“What time does it start?”

“I wanna say three, but you know colored people and time.” She snorts, making him do the same.

“Boy, don't I. But, okay, it sounds fun. I do have to work, but I'm off at four. I'll head that way afterwards.”

“Great, I'll send you the address later.”

Two movies in, Zora felt her eyes get heavier and heavier and Leon's soothing circles on her back weren't helping her at all.

She fixed her slumped position in his lap and rubbed her dry eyes, hearing his faint chuckle from above her. She turns to look at him, a smirk plastered on his lips.

“You laughin’ at me?”

“Yeah, you fightin’ sleep. It's cute.”

“I didnt wanna be rude and fall asleep on you.”

“I'm not complaining. Plus, you're so tired. We can continue the movie later.”

“If I ain't know no better, I'd think you were trying to put me to sleep anyway.” She tiredly laughs, sitting up.

“That's what I came over for, girl. Come on.” He says, scooping her up in his arms before she can protest.

Carrying her down the hall to her room, he walks in and whistles at her décor. It makes her snicker.

“What is your problem?” She asks, once he plops her down on the queen size bed.

“It's like a love lair in here!” He chuckles, looking around at the many decanters that litter her dresser, as well as the heart-shaped sunset lamp. Not to mention the baby pink satin bedspread she was currently sitting on.

“A love lair,” she laughs again, patting the space beside her. “You're funny.”

“Yeah, you tryna trap me in here, huh?”

“Nah, you can leave if you want. Once you feel how soft these sheets are, you'll change your mind though.”

“See? Tactful.”

“Shut up!” She tosses a pillow at him, which he catches and tosses back on the bed before beginning to come out of his work shirt and his sweats.

Her incredulous expression makes him pause. “I'm not getting naked, for real. I've got shorts on!”

“Jesus,” she mutters, watching him come out of them anyway, catching sight of something else that makes her turn her head altogether.

Wow was all she was thinking.

He smirks, deciding not to mess with her or the rosiness on her cheeks. He’ll let her live it down, this time.

Since she was already dressed down in one of his shirts, that really did fit her like a dress, along with some shorts, she pulls the covers back and climbs in, patting the space beside her.

He climbs in beside her, pulling her on top of him, wrapping one of his long arms around her waist as he stretches out. His feet didn't hang off the bed like Neoma said they would, which still made her giggle.

“What's funny? I wanna giggle, too!” He says.

“Nothing, nothing.” She responds, hooking one of her legs across his lap and tucking her arm underneath his, smiling to herself as his scent surrounds her.

“Come on, what is it?” He asks, as her hushed giggles vibrate against his chest.

“Okay, okay. I wasn't sure how comfortable you'd be in my bed, cause you're so tall. I thought you'd kinda be hangin’ out of it a bit.”

He hums a laugh, hugging her closer to his frame.

“That's a funny visual, I'll admit. But jokes on you, I'm very comfy on these pink silk sheets.” He declares, making her giggle all over again.

“I told you!”

“Yeah, yeah. Go to sleep, giggles.”

“Kay,” she responds, pulling the cover back over them.

“Goodnight, angel face.” He leans down to kiss the crown of her head.

“Goodnight, pretty man.”

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Friday rolls around, and all four Hunts’ are standing in the expansive kitchen of Neoma’s house, pulling lids and foil back from the dishes that were prepared for the day.

Zora decided to make cheesecake stuffed strawberries, which was easy enough and put a smile on Lovita’s face, making her happy.

“They look so good, sis!”

“I know, I can't wait to eat ‘em! I made three pans ‘cause I know how your friends like to snag food and leave nothing for anybody else!”

“Hey now, you leave my greedy friends alone! They reimbursed you for that pan of chicken.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She waves her off, while their mother laughs at the sight.

“A mess is what y'all are.”

“Says the creator of such!” Neoma quips, moving away as Pamela swats at her.

“Zora, is Leon gonna join us for the festivities today?”

“Yeah, he's still at work, so he'll be here later on. Said, he's bringing sodas.”

“Good, we can always use mixers for the liquor!”

“What if he brings like a coke or something?”

“Coke and rum, dummy. Duh!”

“Dummy? Vita, don't make me hurt you in my kitchen.”

“I'm walking away so I won't be privy to the violence.” Zora says, pulling their mother away and shielding her eyes, making Neoma and Lovita laugh.

Soon, the house and the backyard are full of people, both friends and family, indulging in the good food, music and conversations flowing.

Zora had been pulled in every direction, filling the nosies in on her new man, since their mama likes to spread their business like she's the local newspaper.

“He's a sweet man, and he's fine”, is all she really said, keeping the specifics to herself cause it wasn't anybody's business.

“I'm glad you're not still with that loser. What was his name?” One Neoma’s friends, Sarah, asks, making her stomach sour a little.

“Loser.” She responds, as they both fall into a fit of laughter and high-five each other.

“I know that's right! I can't wait to meet the man that swept your fiery ass up!”

“Aw, come on! I'm not that bad!”

“Nah, you don't take no mess, though! Never have.”

“Hey, nobody should!”

“Right, again!”

The sun was high in the sky, warming the partygoers up. And soon, the liquor came out to warm them up the rest of the way.

“Who's green jeep is that, parked down there?” Zora heard someone say, making her whip her head around to look down the car-littered street, watching Leon step out of the driver's side.

Smiling, she excuses herself and heads his way, damn near jumping in his arms as if she didn't just see him.

“Aw, you missed me?” He asks, wrapping his arms around her and swinging her around a bit, making her erupt in those giggles he loves to hear.

“I did! I might've been counting down the minutes til you got here.” She says, tucking her bottom lip in.

“Damn, he towers over girly!” Sarah says, observing them from the porch.

“A tree to climb.” Neoma notes, pulling her drink back up to her lips.

��I missed you too, baby. As soon as it hit four, I dashed outta there.” He chuckles, moving to get the sodas from his passenger seat, following behind her as she leads them back towards the house.

“Ew, stop staring like yall ain't never seen a man before!” She snapped, and only some turned away as the rest continued to openly gawk.

“Hey y'all,” Leon waves to her mama and sisters, hugs going around.

“It's nice to see you again! I'll take these!” Lovita takes the bags from him, rushing into the house.

“Oh lord, she's about to live her bartender dreams up in my kitchen.” Neoma rolls her eyes, following behind her.

“Those two,” Pamela laughs, turning to Leon. “Are you hungry, son?”

“Starving. I smelled the food when I turned on the street!” He jokes, making them laugh.

“Follow me, sweetheart.” She says, leading them both onto the porch and into the house.

Zora introduces him to everybody, as they make their way through the kitchen, piling their plates high with delicious food, and finding a shady corner in the backyard.

Zora watches Leon eat like it's her favorite show, while she sips on her second rum cocktail.

“Y'all's friends are hilarious, by the way.” He says, wiping his mouth with the napkin she handed him.

“They're the worst, I know. Nique should be on her way soon. I know that's your favorite.”

“She's too funny!”

As if she'd been summoned, Nique rushed over to the couple, kissing both of their cheeks.

“Hey y'all! Look at y'all all cozy in this corner!” She coos, making Leon laugh and Zora playfully roll her eyes.

“What took you so long to get here?”

“Chile, Ron big stupid ass messed up the paperwork I sent to him. So I had to save the day like always,” she rolls her eyes. “I need a drink.”

“Lovita’s playing bartender in there, better go get you sumn!”

“Oooh, see y'all later!” She squeals, rushing up the back steps.

“I think she made mine a lil heavy handed.” Leon snorts, drinking it anyway.

“Yeah, she gets carried away from time to time.” She says, popping a strawberry into her mouth.

“Did you eat already?” He asks, referring to her half empty plate.

“Yeah, this is actually my second plate.” She responds, digging back in.

“You look beautiful, by the way. I like that dress.” He compliments, making her blush.

“Thank you. It's about the color of that pretty jeep of yours.”

“Ain't that a coincidence,” he teases.

As the evening melted into night, the stars were high in the sky, as well as in the couple’s low lids.

Sharing a few dances to the old school jams that continued to play, as well as a few more drinks, Zora was past tipsy and feeling ways she hadn't in a while.

Her left foot kept absentmindedly finding its way up his leg, making him clear his throat and look over at her, catching her wanton gaze.

“If I didn't know any better,” he looks around them, before leaning in to where only she can hear him, “I'd say you were a little hot and bothered.”

“What are you talking about?” She squints, trying and failing at being coy.

“Zora’s had a couple drinks, and now her foot is creeping up my leg. That's what I'm talking about.” He smirks.

“I can scratch the itch you got, if you want me to.”

She huffs in response, but she never drops her gaze from his face.

Inhermission

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[kittievampire]

Hey I just discovered your blog and I love your writing! I was wondering if I could request some HCs of the demon bros reacting to a MC who rescued two kittens that started off chill and cute but as the little guys got comfortable in the house of lamentation they start being chaotic and doing rowdy kitten stuff. Thank you so much and I hope you have a stellar day! ✨️

As a cat-owner, I have a lot to say about this.

My cat's a bitch, too, so this'll be fun 😤

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

Click here if ya wanna request!

Cat Chaos

Warnings: Cursing, Cats being cats, MC being a crackhead cat-parent, GN! MC

Enjoy.

You found the two little guys on the side of the road during a very stormy night in the Devildom. You were walking home, coat over your head to shield you from the merciless downpour, when you heard faint meows and yaps from an alley. You turned your head, noticing a box, dirty and wet. The cardboard barely kept its shape under the pressure of the heavy rain, and you could see a single pair of fuzzy ears poking out of the opening at the top.

You walked forward, pulling open the two flaps at the top to reveal two kittens, cold and shaking, meowing at you.

Seeing that the box was rendered useless now, you covered the kittens in your coat, banging at the door of the House of Lamentation. "Come on, come on," You whispered to yourself, not wanting to get any more drenched than you already were. The door swung open, Lucifer standing before you with a stern expression on his face. "MC, why are you—" You stepped forward, almost pressed against him. "Please let me inside, it's pouring!"

You and Lucifer had a conversation about the animals, and eventually, he sighed, pinched his brows together, and reluctantly said "Yes."

The cats were so cute. Everyone in the house was quite fond of the animals.

That was until chaos began to ensue.

Lucifer

Absolutely fucking irritated.

The thing about Lucifer is he was a dog person.

That's it.

He only dealt with Cerberus because he wouldn't be much of a fuss to take care of.

Cats on the other hand?

Since the incident with Satan summoning multiple cats, he had a special distaste for the creatures.

One morning, he found a turd in the kitchen. Not very happy.

Lucifer immediately went to your room and knocked on the door. The moment you opened it, the two plausible culprits jumped off of your bed and meowed at him.

"MC," He sighed out, making you shoot up from your bed. "Shit, am I late?" You ask, still half-asleep.

You pushed the covers off of you in a sleepy panic, making him shake his head and hold out a hand of reassurance. "No, you're not late, it's still quite early in the morning. I just... Wanted to let you know that..." He looked into your sleepy doe eyes and felt one of the kittens brush up against his leg.

Lucifer suppressed a groan of frustration. "I... Just wanted to let you know that... I was going out to get coffee, and..." He trailed off, a blush highlighting his face. You couldn't see it though.

"Oh, that'd be great, thanks, Luci," You said with a yawn, patting your bedside and calling out the names of the two felines. "Wake me up again when you're back, please. I'm gonna get a few more minutes of sleep in."

He begrudgingly cleaned it up himself.

He'd have to clean up after Cerberus occasionally, but the difference is, he couldn't exactly punish your kittens.

They weren't his.

The three of them would have standoffs every now and then in the hallway though.

Mammon

Bro is so over your cats' shit. A little less than Lucifer, but it's the fact that they continue to get into his stuff when he leaves it lying around.

Asmodeus will leave around a whole fur coat, yet instead of that expensive, comfort-guaranteed, five-star, premium bed-material-like coat, they decide to snuggle up with his favorite leather jacket with studs. STUDS.

He'll usually try and catch the little guys, but they're too fast for baby boy.

He usually ends up tripping and falling on his face while shouting curses at them.

When you came over and asked what was wrong, he was quick as hell to snitch.

"Those little color-palette faces o' yours got their fur all over my favorite jacket! D'ya know how much grim I had to save up for that?" Mammon was nearly sobbing.

You sighed, got on the ground near him, and started comforting him with an embrace and head pats.

Definitely flips them off whenever he sees them in the hallways now, it always seems like they're smirking at him though.

Fucking felines.

Leviathan

Levi didn't have a problem with them at first

He was worried that they'd try to get to Henry 2.0, but they didn't seem very interested in him, so, eventually, he started letting them into his room whenever they'd scratch at the door.

He actually didn't mind their company.

It was nice to have those two laying down in his lap while he played his video games.

They'd even hiss whenever someone killed him!

They were his best friends!

Until the day it happened.

He was grinding really hard on a game from the human world that you recommended he played, and he was loving it so far! Though, because he was grinding so hard for seven hours straight, the kittens ended up falling asleep at his side.

He was so close to beating this really difficult boss! This wasn't even the final stage, why were these bosses so hard?

But he enjoyed it nonetheless because you recommended it of course.

"Yes! Now all I have to do is use Black Viper to inflict all-mighty damage and I'll finally be done with this palace!"

Bro is near tears of joy.

However, a small paw bapped at his controller, hitting the melee button that dealt 50 damage to the boss that had 98 health.

When the boss killed him for the nth time in a row, he dropped his controller.

Barged into your room with kittens in hand and tears streaming down his face. "These are anti-gamer feline monsters, MC!" He sobbed, making you shoot up from your seat.

"Oh no, what did they do this time?"

"They made me restart the boss battle when I was this close to beating him! I thought we were friends!"

You had to comfort him the whole night and help him defeat the boss afterward.

Satan

Absolutely in love with the kittens.

They could do no wrong in his eyes.

They made him lose a page in his book?

That's okay, they just wanted to play.

They knocked over his mug?

They're cats! It's only natural for them to learn how to do that!

If anything, he encourages their naughty behavior when they act out in front of the other brothers.

And you end up the one to complain about the cats, though you talk to them as if they're humans.

"When I said you give me shit, I didn't mean to actually drop one!" You practically shouted at one of your kittens, causing Satan to look up from his book.

You pointed to the other kitten accusingly. "You were fucking watching too, weren't you? You fucking cuck, you cat-cuck, you-"

"Woah, woah, woah, they probably couldn't make it to the litterbox in time, MC," He said, closing his book.

You deadpanned at him, looking down at the turd that sat right next to the litterbox.

Both of the kittens jumped into the blond's lap, purring and nuzzling against his hands.

He started cooing at them about how "mommy/daddy was so mean" and how the kittens "could never do something so vile on purpose."

Asmodeus

They made great selfie buddies!

His follower count and likes shot up once he started taking selfies with the cute little felines.

He tolerated them a lot, though he was still wary of their shedding.

One day, they were in his room while he was painting his nails.

He used them to pick colors for the new nail look.

"I'm not sure orange and pink go well together, silly feline." Asmodeus giggled, gently booping one of the kittens on the nose as he set down the orange nail polish container.

"However, I'd say pink would definitely go with my outfit wardrobe for this next month!"

He hummed to himself and cooed at the kittens as he started painting his nails, movements precise, hands still as if he were a surgeon.

"Honestly, I'd look good in any color, won't I? That's why you gave me orange! You know I can pull off the colors, don't you? You two are so adorable!" He flustered himself with compliments.

The kittens meowed sweetly at him as he waited for his nails to dry

Suddenly, one of the kittens nuzzled his cheek against his hand, getting nearly dried nail polish on his fuzzy cheek and whiskers and smudging the pink nail polish on Asmo's finger.

There was silence.

Asmodeus looked at the tiny hairs that stuck out of his clumpy, mildly wet polish, processing what had just happened.

His screech was what alerted you to his room, and you had to hold him back from throwing the little felines across the room.

Beelzebub

Second most chill about it.

Whenever he'd see the kittens getting yelled at by you for doing something bad, he'd slip them a piece of his meaty snack to make them feel better.

He may get mildly irritated when they would beg him to share a snack with him, but that's only on rare occasions.

"Oh, did you want some jerky?" He asked softly to the kitten that had jumped onto the table and sniffed the meat in his hand.

He gently handed the meat to the kitten, who sniffed and started to lick it.

Beel scarfed down most of the bag but ended up leaving some for the kitten.

He gently pat the kitten on the head and allowed it to finish the rest of the jerky.

Belphegor

Third most chill about it.

He most likely encourages chaos like Satan, too.

You catch him trying to coax your kitties to knock over Lucifer's fragile belongings and make messes of his clothing.

You'd been scolded a few times by Lucifer, but he eventually found out that it was the youngest's doing, so you got off easy.

Belphie loved to cuddle with your kittens when he slept.

He'd get a little irritated when they'd wake him by clawing at his door at night, but he had to deal with his twin's loud snores, so it didn't bother him that much.

It's surprising he can hear the scratches and meows over the snoring, though.

"Hey, you two. You wanna cuddle with Uncle Belphie?" He'd chuckle softly as he let the cats into the room.

Loves the warmth that their fur provides, and you definitely caught him with one of the kitten's butts in his face when he was napping at least twice.

Hope you liked it, anon!

Masterlist

[r47m4n]

A Human Heart's Last Class Pt 2

Part 9: 

Y/n sat on her bed, staring at all the stuff she packed up, just like it was two months ago when she moved in, though this time she was just moving down the hallway.

The past month and a half had been a little weird, but overall not bad. She was 3 months along now, and the morning sickness had died down. The classes were going well, and still only Logan, Hank, and the professor knew

A knock on the door followed by Moira's voice pulled Y/n's gaze up,

"Can I come in?"

"Sure," Y/n called, watching as Moira came in, her eyes falling on the boxes.

"So where are you going?" Moira asked, sitting down on the bed next to Y/n.

"Just down the hall," Y/n chuckled, Moira nodding. "Moira?" Y/n's voice was soft.

"Yeah?"

"I'm pregnant,"

Moira blinked, the information processing, then her hands covering her mouth, a gasp escaping.

"Oh, my God! You are!" her arms immediately wrap around her friend, pulling her close, Y/n, unable to speak as the tears fell,

"Why didn't you tell me," Moira's voice still filled with excitement, "Wait, oh my god, whose the dad?"

"Logan,"

"Wh-What?" Moira blinked again, this time trying to wrap her head around it.

"It's a long story," Y/n chuckles as she wipes the tears, "But, there will be a talk later tonight,"

Moira's jaw fell open before she quickly closed it, shaking her head, though her smile never left.

"I think this is a cause for celebration," Moira's eyes twinkled, "How about a pizza party tonight," Y/n couldn't help but laugh.

Y/n gave a smirk, "We can totally have a pizza party. How about in my room, instead, to avoid suspicion,"

Moira laughed, a huge grin on her face, "That would work too."

Y/n laughed along with her friend, wiping the tears, as Moira gave another hug,

"Now, let's get you moved,"

Part 10:

That night, the students were in their rooms, leaving the area mainly empty, only a few scattered about at the various tables, doing their studies or hanging out.

Logan opened the door, a small bag filled with different drinks and snacks, as he walked in. He saw Moira and Y/n sitting on the floor, watching a movie with an almost empty pizza box between them

"Looks like a real party," Logan quipped, closing the door behind him.

"I tried," Y/n defended playfully, pausing the movie. "There is plenty of stuff over there if you want to join us." she pointed to a small collection of food on her desk, one of her hands still resting on her tummy.

"That's alright," Logan said, setting his own things down, getting out the soda,

"Too much work?"

"You could say that," Logan sighed, his shoulders tensing. "He actually had me making a schedule for you, like a chore chart or something,"

"A chore chart," Moira snorted. "Sounds fun,"

Y/n glared at her, then moved her eyes towards Logan, a slight touch of pleading within them,

"How bad is it?"

"Not bad at all, just stuff he wants covered before you leave,” 

"Great," Y/n sighed, leaning back against the bed, her eyes closing for a moment, "What else does the great professor want?"

"Well, you have the next four weeks planned out, so we're going to have a lot of time off,"

"That sounds wonderful," Moira said, her tone dreamy.

"Hmm," Y/n hummed, her eyes closing, "Why four weeks?"

Logan shrugged, opening a soda, a low pop sounding, "I don't know, maybe he has something planned," sitting down next to Y/n, a frown appearing on his face. "Why don't you go to sleep? You look tired,"

"I'm fine," Y/n yawned, the tiredness not helping the situation.

"You sure?"

"Yeah,"

"Alright," Logan nodded, his eyes locking onto her face.

Moira, who had been quietly watching the exchange, decided to chime in.

"Maybe we should start watching the movie again," she said, looking at the screen.

"That sounds good," Logan nodded, his attention now back to the movie, his hand resting on Y/n's leg.

The rest of the night went well, the group talking and joking as they watched the movies. By the end, everyone was a little sleepy, so Moira headed out.

"Night, guys," she said, her voice soft.

"Night," Logan replied, his hand gently squeezing Y/n's, a yawn escaping her lips.

"I guess we should get some sleep too," he said, a small smile on his lips.

"Yeah," Y/n nodded, her hand rubbing her stomach. 

Part 11:

Y/n stood in the mirror, her hand tracing over her stomach. She reached four months today and Hank wanted to do a check up on her.

She felt a tap on her shoulder, making her turn to see Logan

"It's about time," she teased, a smile on her lips.

"Sorry, I had to drop off a few things by the professor, then I stopped to grab a drink," he lifted up the cup, his eyes staring at her, a question held in them.

"I'm okay," Y/n nodded, her hands gently running over her stomach. "Just a little nervous."

"Same here," Logan said, moving his arm to wrap around her shoulder.

Y/n smiled, relaxing into his side, her body warm against his.

"Ready to go?" he asked, his fingers brushing lightly over her skin.

"Yeah," Y/n said, giving his arm a quick squeeze before she moved away, walking towards the door.

They walked in comfortable silence as they made their way to Hank's lab, though it was a big more of a walk now than before

Logan didn't mind, he enjoyed spending time with her, and being able to show her he cared about her. They entered the room and he gave her hand a small squeeze, assuring her everything would be alright.

They both watched as Hank checked over the paperwork, a slight smile on his lips.

"Everything seems to be in order," he said, his eyes shifting between them.

"Good," Logan said, his hand still holding Y/n's.

"I would like to do an ultrasound and listen to the heartbeat,"

Y/n nodded, sitting up straighter. "Okay, let's do this,"

Hank nodded, smiling at her. "Alright, lie back,"

Y/n took a deep breath, her eyes meeting Logan's as she laid back on the small cot.

Hank moved a rolling chair over, leaning in. His cool hands glided over Y/n's stomach, moving to a position before looking over at Logan, a crooked grin on his face,

"Ready to see your baby?"

"Yeah," Logan said, his eyes fixed on Y/n's.

Y/n smiled, her hand moving to find his, their fingers intertwining.

"Alright," Hank said, turning his attention back to the machine, "There we go," pointing to a small grainy black and white picture on the monitor.

Y/n's hand gripped Logan's tighter, her eyes never leaving the screen.

"I think I hear the heartbeat," Hank said, a small smile on his face.

Logan felt his own heart racing, his eyes locked on the small picture.

"Wow," he whispered, his voice shaky.

"I know," Hank said, his eyes focused on the machine.

Logan could see tears welling up in Y/n's eyes, her free hand moving to her mouth.

"Is everything okay,"

"Yeah," Y/n sniffed, her smile widening, "Everything is perfect,"

Hank nodded, a proud grin on his face. "Everything looks good," he said, looking over at them.

"Really?"

"Yes," Hank nodded, his voice reassuring.

"Good," Logan sighed, his free hand running through his hair.

"Do you guys want to know the gender?"

Y/n's eyes widened, looking over at Logan, her mouth falling open.

"You can tell that already," Logan asked, his eyebrows raised.

"Yes," Hank laughed, shaking his head, "It's pretty obvious,"

"Then yes," Y/n said, her eyes wide.

"It's a girl,"

"Oh, my God," Y/n gasped, tears falling.

"A girl," Logan said, his own voice thick with emotion.

"Congratulations," Hank said, his smile growing.

"Thank you," Y/n said, her voice a little shaky.

"Yeah, thanks, Fur Ball," Logan nodded, his hand rubbing his face, his eyes wet with unshed tears of joy. The reality of becoming parents was finally settling in, and the overwhelming love he felt for Y/n and their unborn daughter filled him with a warmth he'd never known before.

"Can you believe it? We’re having a little girl!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement. The thought sent a wave of protectiveness through him; he couldn't wait to be there for both of them.

"We're going to have to brush up on our princess skills," he joked lightly, trying to ease the seriousness of the moment while keeping his tone affectionate. He imagined tea parties and ballet recitals dancing in his mind alongside thoughts of fierce protector instincts kicking in as soon as she arrived. Hank chuckled at their reactions but quickly returned his focus. 

"I can print out some pictures from the ultrasound for you if you'd like," he offered, standing up from his chair and moving toward the machine.

"Yes, please!" Y/n responded eagerly, sitting up slightly in her cot while still entwining her fingers with Logan's. As Hank prepared the images for them, Logan leaned closer to Y/n. 

"What are we going to name her?" he asked softly.

"I have a few names in mind," she said thoughtfully before adding playfully, "but I think we should agree on something that isn’t too crazy."

Logan laughed quietly at that idea. "What’s wrong with ‘Charles Junior’?”

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully but soon softened again as she gazed at him warmly. “Whatever we choose will be perfect because it will come from us,” she replied tenderly. Hank returned just then with several glossy photos printed neatly—each one capturing their little girl at different angles within Y/n’s womb. 

“Here you go,” Hank said cheerfully as he handed them over. Y/n took them gently into her hands; awe reflected on her face as she studied each picture closely—the tiny limbs and little features already forming so delicately inside her body seemed almost surreal. Logan watched Y/n's expression transform into one filled with wonder; this was more than an appointment—it was an unveiling of their future together as a family.

“Thank you so much!” Y/n bubbled excitedly towards Hank after studying every detail lovingly before turning back toward Logan—all lightness and affection radiating from within.

Part 12:

“Lo?” Y/n sat on the bed, her hands running through her hair nervously.

"Yeah," he said, turning away from his desk to face her.

"What are we?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, are we just friends that happen to have a kid together, or are we together like, a couple," Y/n asked, her brows knitting together.

"Oh," Logan said, realising where she was coming from, "Do you want to be together?"

"I- mean- you want to, yeah-" her voice soft and low as her eyes widened.

"Yes, I want to, I was just waiting on you to figure it out," he teased, making his way to sit next to her on the bed. His hand moved and rested on her belly, his thumb caressing her before pulling away. Y/n's eyes suddenly widened and froze.

"Wait-" she paused, her heart racing.

"What? Is something wrong?" Logan froze, his eyebrows widening.

"No! she just moved!"

Logan's entire face lit up, his eyes sparkling. "Are you sure?"

Y/n nodded excitedly. "Yeah, I'm sure!"

Logan hesitated for a moment before gently touching her stomach, his fingers pressing lightly.

He felt the movement, and a grin spread across his face.

"That's amazing," he said softly, his hand stroking her belly.

Y/n smiled widely. "I know."

Logan leaned down and pressed a kiss to her belly. "I can't wait to meet you," he said quietly.

"Me neither," Y/n said, smiling up at him.

Logan's eyes traced over her skin for a moment, his eyes looking at all the scars that littered her body, something he’s wanted to ask about but has been too scared to.

"Y/n, where did you get the scars," his voice was soft and cautious.

"My ex,"

Logan's hand tightened a bit, anger rising in his chest.

"He was also a mutant, he found out I was studying mutants and told me he could help me" her voice wavered, tears building in her eyes. "He lied and used his mutation on me, and," she sniffed, her hands covering her face, Logan, feeling his heart shatter, pulled her close, letting her sob against his chest,

"Hey, it's okay," his voice soothing as he tried to calm her.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, her hands gripping his shirt.

"Don't apologise, you're fine,"

Y/n's cries turned into a hiccup, her eyes closing.

"Do you want to talk about it," Logan's voice was low.

"No," Y/n said, her grip loosening on his shirt, "Just- hold me,"

"Okay," Logan said, his arms tightening around her.

Part 13:

Y/n sat in the chair, staring at Hank blankly as he spoke, there being a solemn look in his eyes.

"The baby itself is healthy, but looking at how the uterus is, and how the scar tissue formed-" he hesitated, his eyes moving to her.

"I don't want to cause distress, but, she's most likely going to need a c-section," Hank's voice was almost apologetic, "This isn't uncommon, and with surgery, we'll be able to deliver her safely,"

Y/n couldn't help the tears that built up in her eyes,

"Will she be safe," her voice was watery, shaking.

Hank nodded, his eyes blinking from behind the thick glass, "She'll be completely safe, and as long as you're careful, she won't have any lasting effects,"

"Okay," she whispered, nodding a few times, her free hand resting on her belly, Y/n was now seven months, she had completely stopped teaching classes, but Logan decided he was going to continue till her final month, which was nice cause he lived in the same building they lived in, it was closer for him, and a convenience since it allowed him more time to be with her.

"Do you have any other questions?" Hank asked, his concern clear.

"When are we going to schedule the surgery?" her mind going through a million options, worries if the actual delivery would even work,

"I was thinking roughly a week before the due date, so you have three months before then," Hank spoke, signalling to the calendar that was now filled with dates, weeks, days, and hours.

Y/n's hand hovered over a particular day, "This day?" It was exactly one week before her due date, and her birthday.

"Yes," Hank nodded, double checking his scheduling, nodding again. "I called a few people the professor got me in contact with, who are all doctors that are on standby for you as well," his voice is now soft. "But not too fast, you're going to have time to prepare everything in your mind and everything will be going smoothly." Hank's grin appeared and Y/n took it as a joke but she had trouble catching her breath.

Hank seemed to understand, his voice now gentle, "How about we make another appointment in two weeks, so that'll be the last one before your surgery,"

Y/n nodded, wiping her eyes, trying not to completely fall apart. The weight was sinking in. She could be losing her ability to have children after this one. If this went badly, she may never have this chance again, and while she was excited for a life with Logan and their little girl, the thought hurt.

"You're okay," Hank reassured her, then his tone hushed, like a secret, "If I were in your shoes, I think I would feel the same,"

"Thank you," Y/n whispered, her hands on her stomach.

"Of course," he stood, offering his arm, and pulling her up.

"Take it easy for the next two weeks, and come back, and we'll take a look again, okay?"

"Yeah," Y/n said, holding her baby bump, trying not to completely be thrown into a panic,

"Let me know if you need anything," Y/n mumbled as Hank walked her to the door, 

"I will,"

Part 14: 

“What are you doing?” Y/n asked, feeling Moira’s hands over her eyes as they walked. Y/n was eight months pregnant and very clearly showing.

She and Logan had been getting along great, and their daughter had started kicking a lot more lately, though she was worried about the upcoming birth.

"Just be patient," Moira laughed, her hands covering her eyes as she led her through the hall.

"Okay," Y/n said, trusting her friend.

They stopped a few moments later, and Moira removed her hands.

"Surprise!" everyone shouted.

Y/n looked around the room. Everyone was gathered, each holding a gift and a cake.

"What's all this?" she asked, her eyes landing on Logan, who was standing in the middle of the room.

"A baby shower, of some sorts, more like a celebration as there was to many people who were excited for this to be all women,"

Y/n shook her head, her eyes filling with tears, "Wow,"

"Sorry," Logan chuckled, his hands wrapping around her waist, his lips brushing over hers. "It was Moira's idea,"

Y/n laughed, shaking her head.

"You did this?" she asked, turning to her best friend.

"Well, we did," she said, looking at Scott, Jean, and everyone else in the room.

"Thank you," Y/n said, her voice thick with emotion as she took in the warmth and love surrounding her. "This means so much to me."

Logan smiled wider, his eyes sparkling with joy. "We wanted to make sure you felt the love and excitement we all feel for this chapter in our life," he said softly, brushing a stray hair behind her ear. Moira stepped forward, holding a beautifully wrapped gift. 

"Open this first, I think you'll love it!"

Curiosity piqued, Y/n carefully unwrapped the package. Inside was an adorable onesie adorned with tiny stars and moons—a perfect outfit for their little girl. 

"It's precious!" she exclaimed, holding it up for everyone to see. As the afternoon unfolded, laughter filled the room alongside heartfelt stories about motherhood and shared experiences that resonated deeply within Y/n’s heart. Each gift brought a wave of excitement mixed with reality; soon she would be welcoming this little life into their world. The cake was cut amidst cheers and laughter, each slice served along with sweet wishes from friends who had come together to celebrate not just impending motherhood but also the strong bond of friendship that had carried them through so many ups and downs. When it came time for Y/n to express her gratitude again, she stood up slowly—her belly bump making it slightly more challenging—and looked around at all those gathered before her. 

"I am truly blessed," she started, feeling tears brim once more. “Thank you all for being here today and supporting me on this journey.”

Before long they were sharing hugs and taking pictures that captured not just moments but memories—moments where love enveloped them like a warm blanket on a chilly night. As people began saying their goodbyes after hours of celebration filled with joy mingled with anticipation about what was yet to come, Y/n felt an overwhelming sense of comfort wash over her. In these moments surrounded by loved ones sharing in both excitement and concern over what lay ahead—she knew they could face anything together.

"You're going to be a great mother,” Logan whispered gently into her ear as he wrapped his arms around her waist once more while watching their friends depart one by one until only Moira remained behind to help clean up.

"You’re going to be a great father," Y/n replied softly but confidently now; they were ready—their family would soon grow—and together they would navigate whatever challenges awaited them on this beautiful new journey ahead.

Part 15:

Y/n lay in the bed as she watched Logan attempt to set up the bassinet, she had been feeling lower back pain and tiredness since last night, and it felt like it was only getting worse.

There was a slight sting that ran up her spine, causing her to wince.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," she croaked out, a moan sounding, the pain is back.

He furrowed his brows, "Are you sure," his concern was touching.

"Hurts," she said as she moved to sit up, a whimper escaping.

"Do you want me to get Hank?"

She shook her head, taking a deep breath. "I don't think that'll work, I should be fine, if something happens, then we'll go, right now, it's probably just the movement,"

Logan couldn't seem convinced but she insisted on it either being Braxton Hicks or just regular back pain from the pregnancy.

Logan watched her, concern washing through his features as she read her book,

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," her voice cracked a bit as she reached over and grabbed her glass of water, taking a sip and swallowing the lump.

"I'm fine,"

"Okay," he wasn't a man who backed down easily, but something told him that she knew what was going on better than him.

His instincts told him something wasn't right and that he needed to step up and do something.

Just as Logan was about to ask if she wanted him to rub her back or get her something to eat, another sharp pain ran up her spine—this time much worse than before, she froze in place, like deer in headlights, a small whimper escaping her lips,

"Lo-," her voice now wavering with pain, "Help me up," her hands gripped the side of the bed, just now realising how much she was sweating, and taking one small breath didn't seem to help.

He carefully helped her up, her hand gripping his arm as her knees almost buckled, and her other hand moving to support her stomach, Logan quickly reacted, catching her and helping her balance

"What's going on?" he asked her as her breathing picked up, looking down noticing a small pool of liquid formed at their feet.

"M-My water," she took another breath, her face slowly reddening,

"Do you want me to get Hank?" Logan rested his free hand on her shoulder, his palm cupping the side of her neck as he tried to find what was making her pain, she only answered with a nod and a whimper.

Logan took one last look at Y/n before reaching and grabbing his phone off of the nightstand and immediately dialled the number; the phone rang twice before being picked up

"Logan?," Hank spoke, his voice a little groggy, as it was a Sunday at seven am.

"Yeah, it's, Y/n," he stuttered, still supporting her in case she were to fall,

"Y/n? What's wrong?"

"Pain, and her water broke,"

He could hear the commotion through the line as Hank scrambled for things,

"Okay, I'm coming, have her sit and wait," and with that, Logan hung up, tossing the phone on the chair, he made Y/n sit back down and rubbed her shoulders,

"Help is coming, just keep breathing," he said, trying his best to sound calm and collected even though he was completely panicking.

The door suddenly opened and Hank walked in, carrying a bag of tools, and a wheelchair.

"How long has she been like this," he started first pulling out the stop watch.

"It started last night," Y/n breathed out, her hand wrapped tightly around Logan's, her nails slightly digging into his skin.

"Last night? Could there have been any sign? Sore boobs, Braxton Hicks, something at all,"

"N-Nothing, sore boobs are normal, Hank," she rolled her eyes through the pain.

Hank nodded, setting the clock to an hour, writing it down, then crouching down in front of her, looking and feeling her stomach,

"We are just checking the contractions," Hank explained, making sure not to make her uncomfortable, and once it was over, he looked back up, "Alright, let's get you to the med bay," and helped her into the chair,

"What about-"

"We'll take care of it after," Logan spoke quickly, now running off some emotion, but what kind of nerves he can't tell yet,

Hank gave a quick nod, and pushed her towards the med bay.

Logan thought the walk there was a good distance, and normally would be, but with the sudden event, and the mood being at a constant strain. Hank and Logan both kept reassuring Y/n that she's doing fine and that she's made of strong stuff.

But for Y/n, this was still terrifying, she wasn't expecting a healthy birth, which leads the question, should she be worried about that, or was she freaking herself out? she had to shake off the nerves, and focus. Focus.

They arrived finally at the med bay, a few students wondering what the commotion was, but not enough that there would be a disruption in classes. Hank got her situated in the room and he and Logan already began talking as Y/n started another contraction,

"So, as we discussed, we can still do a c-section, just we would need to start things right now, though Logan couldn't be in the room til after the birth," Hank noted as he talked, showing Logan the surgical area, "But due to Y/n's medical conditions, c-section would be the safest."

Logan raised an eyebrow, Y/n had never mentioned any conditions, and now that he thought about it, he never got to know her as much as he wanted to, but there was always time for that after the baby was born.

"Noted," his tone was the usual, but there was something different in the way he sounded, kind of nervous, and scared. But they moved around Y/n, the process continued until it all came to a head.

Her eyes closed, her breathing was slow as Logan held her hand, watching as Hank pushed everything forward. The monitors and equipment had started up, and it was now or never.

“If you wanna say anything to her before surgery now would be the time,” Hank smiled softly, looking at Logan

Logan stood in front of Y/n, holding her hand as he spoke quietly,

"You're so beautiful," he said tenderly, "and I can't wait to meet our baby," a smile ghosted his lips as his other hand pressed gently against her skin, their little girl kicking beneath her.

Y/n lifted her gaze to meet his, her eyes glistening with unshed tears,

"I'm scared," she confessed, her voice thick with emotion.

"I know, but it's gonna be okay, you're the strongest woman I've ever known," he assured her, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen.

"You're just saying that," she replied weakly, trying to lighten the mood.

"It's true," he countered, his voice full of conviction.

She let out a shaky breath, her grip tightening around his hand.

"I love you, Y/n. So much." Logan said gently, his hand reaching out and brushing her hair out of her face, and cupping her face, this being the first 'I love you' that had left his lips.

"I love you too, Logan." Y/n smiled slightly, leaning into his touch.

Hank smiled knowingly at them before stepping back,

"Alright, time to get started, Logan, could you step outside?"

Logan nodded, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Y/n's forehead, murmuring softly, "I'll be here when you wake up."

"Thank you," she whispered, holding back tears.

With one last look at his lover, Logan left the room and walked over into the hallway, sitting down on the sofa, his foot tapping nervously as he waited.

Part 15:

Logan quickly jumped to his feet as he watched Hank come out, it had been hours since he last heard anything. Logan felt his heart jump at the idea of seeing Y/n and his baby, though as his eyes studied Hank he saw something he hoped he would never have to, the unshed tears in Hank's eyes was all the explanation he needed

"What happened?" Logan's asked, his heart dropping, his voice low, not wanting anyone but Hank to hear,

"There was an issue," his hands now scrubbed raw from what seemed like blood.

"How is she," his eyes wide,

"She-" he sighed, a heavy sad sigh that could only mean one thing. "I'm sorry," his words were watery, his body slumped.

"You lost her,"

Hank, closing his eyes, giving another apologetic nod.

Logan's world dropped from under him, suddenly falling a distance that could have broken every bone in his body if it were real, 

"Can I- Can I see her?" his voice cracked, swallowing the pain. Hank thought for a moment, knowing how some friends would act, almost going catatonic from grief, not able to speak, to eat, or function after losing their life partner. Hank knew he had done a lot of homework before this.

Logan hesitantly nodded.

Hank gave a sad understanding smile.

"This'll be the last few moments," Hank's voice low, more solemn than usual.

Logan squeezed the man's shoulder as a thank you, a single tear rolling down his cheek, letting the reality sink in. He was alone.

As he walked in, the first thing he noticed was her eyes; how they were so blue—like the colour of the ocean on a sunny day. Her skin was pale, like she'd been lying in a snowbank, and her hair, so blonde, made her look ethereal. Y/n looked so peaceful, lying there with her hands crossed over her chest.

She had become such an integral part of his life. As he sat next to her body, tears streaming down his cheeks, he couldn't help but feel the grief crashing over him. It took a few minutes, but eventually, he was able to steady his breathing and get himself under control. There was still so much to do, and now he had a little girl who would need him.

Wiping away his tears, Logan rose from his seat, placing a gentle kiss to Y/n's forehead before he turned to walk out of the room, his head hung low and his heart heavy.

He stood in the hallway looking at Hank who was talking to Xaiver, Xaiver's face was red and teary stained, but it seemed he was trying to hold himself together.

"My daughter, is she okay?" Logan asked, his voice hoarse. Hank and Xaiver stared at him with shocked looks and then they both stiffened.

"What?" Xavier asked, his eyes flicking between Hank and Logan.

"Is my daughter okay? Where is she?" Logan's tone was harder, almost demanding. Hank paused a moment before he nodded.

"The surgery ended well for your daughter, I left her with one of the nurses, but we can go see her now," Hank said quietly.

Logan felt relief flood through him. Their baby was alive.

"Yeah," he said, nodding.

 Hank led them down the hall towards another part of Hank's lab, there being a nurse moving around the room and a tiny bassinet set up.

Logan stepped closer, the scent washing over his senses, she smelled perfect, sweet, and like sugar. And when he leaned over her, a pair of bright blue eyes stared back at him, the red tint of colour fading now that her drowsy state.

"Hello," Logan cooed, his fingers gently stroking the tiny cheek, his heart beginning to warm as she wiggled under his touch, making a small noise, her hair was a dirty blonde and she had a small nose, she looked like a little clone of Y/n.

"She's healthy?" His voice was water, tears forming in his eyes.

"For being premature, she's perfectly healthy, a little low on her vitamin D levels, but is still a healthy weight," Hank explained, almost proudly. "And those doxycycline and penicillin we had her on did wonders,"

Logan froze for a moment before slowly scooping the baby up,

"Hi baby Y/n," his voice soft as he cradled her, being careful and keeping her under his protection.

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Chapter Eighteen: Crossed Lines

part 19

___________________________________ Was I out of line? Did I say something way too honest, made you run and hide? Like a scared little boy. I looked into your eyes. Thought I knew you for a minute, now I'm not so sure.

- 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 & 𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘉𝘺 𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵 ___________________________________

Nadia woke up with Din's face in her hair and his legs tangled with hers. His slow breathing tickled the nape of her neck and his arm is heavy around her middle, holding her close. It's amazed her how he manages to hold her so tight even when he's sleeping, but she wasn't going to complain. She felt protected. So protected in a long time that she never wanted to not feel like this again. The low hum of the ship threatened to lull her back to sleep, but she couldn't seem to want to now. Her brain was too active on the activities from the previous night.

He kissed her.

Din had kissed Nadia and Nadia had kissed Din. Butterflies grew in her stomach at the memories as she nestled further into Din's embrace, relishing in the sleepy way he shifted to press his face to her neck. Nadia couldn't help, but wonder how they ended up like this. Months ago, she thought her presence annoyed Din to his very core, but last night he saved her life and kissed her. Her hand slid down her body until it rested over Din's, the curves of his knuckles under her fingers, so warm and so strong and so familiar.

She had feelings for Din for what felt like forever now. Buried them deep in her heart knowing he would never feel the same and it bothered her that she still did not know. Sure, he kissed her and warmed her body, but did it mean something? For the past months they had been together did he dream about her like she did of him? Had he been wanting something to happen between them to get where they are now? The alarms outside of the ship caused both Nadia and Din to sit up in alarm. Nadia could feel the blanket tussle around them and squeezed her eyes shut.

" My eyes are closed."

" My helmets on." He called out already having the small hatch open for them to get out.

With the light of the main hull, she could see he truly did have his helmet on, but turned away to the child's quarters knowing the noise had to wake him up too. She pressed the small button smiling at the sight of the child rubbing the sleep out of his big brown eyes.

" Morning little guy." She greeted kissing the top of his head before balancing him on one hip and climbing the ladder with the other.

" Looks like we made it." Din spoke hearing the two of them come into the cockpit.

Nadia frowned in amazement," That soon?" She questioned.

" We...really slept in." He said in a monotone voice.

She caught it instantly, her stomach turning as he mind immediately thought of the worst.

" You should get ready."

" O-okay." She stumbled quickly turning around to deal with her emotions alone.

She gripped the ladder tightly noticing how shaky they were as she climbed down trying to think of everything she did wrong. Accidentally falling into an ice river was one thing, but now that she was in better health, was he upset with her? She shook her head going to her bag to get a change of clothes. There was no way he would be upset. She had saved his life before too. What if he regretted the kiss? The thought made her stop all together. Tears threatened to leave her eyes, but she couldn't let it out.

If he did regret it, there was nothing she could do. She knew what she signed up for when she met him. He was a Mandalorian. A lone ranger that simply followed his code and fellow people. They were just friends. She threw her bag to the corner going into the washroom to get change almost begging her mind to think of something else when louder alarms sounded.

" Nadia, come up!"

Already dressed, she sprinted out of the washroom and up the ladder feeling under her feet, the ship was rattling in noises that couldn't be good.

" What's wrong?"

" Dank farrik! The landing array isn't responding. Without the guidance system, it'll be a manual re-entry. It might get choppy. Once we're through the atmosphere, there should be enough fuel to slow down." He whispered towards the end quietly, however, she still heard it." If we don't burn to a crisp."

She frowned in fear," What?"

" Nothing." He quickly spoke.

She gulped at the danger they were getting themselves into turning towards the child and double checking he was buckled before doing the same to herself. The Razor Crest flew towards the planet entering it's atmosphere in a speed that made the whole ship glow in orange from the heat.

" Nadia, come up here." He ordered causing her to quickly unbuckle her seatbelt." I need your hands! This lever needs to stay back. Can you do that?"

" Yeah." She promised giving him a nod.

" I know you can." He mumbled looking back forward." Keep it steady. Here we go."

The Razor crest continued to plummet and right when Nadia thought it couldn't take any more of the heat, the dreary clouds of Trask came into view with it's ports and housing down below.

" Razor Crest, this is Trask flight control. Please reduce your speed to port protocol."

" I'm trying my best here. Engage reverse thrusters." He called back turning to Nadia for a brief second." Brace! Hold on."

" Razor Crest, do you copy? You have to reduce speed."

" Almost there, almost there."

" Razor Crest, do you copy? Razor Crest, you're coming in too fast. You have to re..."

Din had enough of it quickly turning off communication before using the brakers to slow the Crest down. Nadia winced waiting for the harsh crash only it never came given Din hovered just in time.

" Here we go. Nice and easy."

She laughed with a nod," That wasn't so-"

Her words were cut in seconds when the ship had crashed to the side causing all of them to fall over sinking down to the port. Nadia rubbed her shoulder before noticing half their windshield was under water.

" We're sinking."

Din nodded going on coms," Can I get a claw to take our ship out?"

" Copy that Razor Crest."

The crane slowly moved over to their ship before grabbing it from the back causing all three to yet again tumble around. Unlike Din and the child, Nadia was not buckled to a seat and tried to keep balance only to fall onto Din's lap. He held onto her waiting for the crane to finally place them on solid ground before turning back to her.

" Are you okay?"

" Yeah." She chuckled, but it was soon wiped from her face when he almost shoved her off his lap and already heading towards the ladder." Are you okay?"

He didn't answer and that kill her. She tried to place the pieces together, but nothing was making sense on why he was being this way towards her except one thing. He regretted everything that happened. The thought made her sick. If they weren't in the situation they were in right now, she could double over and throw up sick. She balled her fist to express some of the nerves she was feeling before following after him and grabbing the child.

Outside, Trask was a gloomy planet with blankets of clouds covering the sky and a grayish haze over the place. The only thing Nadia can make of it was how it was a trading planet. The ports were almost filled to the brim and those not trading on boats or ships were trading on little markets.

" So, how can I help you?"

" Can you fix it?" Din questioned the repairman.

" Fix it?" The Calmari asked baffled." Nah. But I can make it fly."

" Do what you can." Din spoke dropping some credits into his hands before leading the way to find the family.

Nadia looked more into the crowd of people that surrounded the ports remembering Peli saying the egg like family were to the frog species. She almost gave up until she seen from the corner of her eye a woman and man frog like creature glancing around the place like she was holding each other closely.

" I think I found them." She said waving at the couple with a smile.

The couple knew instantly, gasping in a cheer of happiness while racing towards her. She couldn't fight the smile from her face slowly walking over and handing over the egg container seeing the proud parents practically jump over their success.

" I know you're hungry." Din spoke causing her to turn seeing the child whine up at his father." We'll get you something to eat."

The father of the eggs quickly got up with a smile shaking Din's hand vigorously while going on in his language how much he appreciated him.

" He's thanking you."

Din frowned," You know what he's saying?"

" Had a couple of creatures like this in Arvala."

Din nodded turning back to the creature," You're welcome. I was told you could lead me to others of my kind."

The frog spoke again in his language while Nadia jogged it down getting the basics.

" He said in The inn over there, the workers know about the Mandalorian more than he does."

Din nodded again walking forward never thanking Nadia for the translation. The fear crawled at her body once again, but she pushed it away walking into the Inn. Inside the Inn was much warmer than outside or maybe Nadia was still warming her body up. The frog creature pointed to the owner, who waved back already expecting them to arrive.

"Thank you." Din bidded the creatures already heading to a empty table for the three of them.

" I'm starving." Nadia mumbled taking a seat next to the child and petting his little head.

" What can I get you?" The owner questioned.

" Nothing for me. A bowl of chowder for my friend." Din answered looking straight ahead never acknowledging Nadia.

She cleared her throat," I'll take the potato soup."

The owner nodded his head turning back to Din," These seats are scarce, buddy." He sassed." Everyone seated needs to eat."

" I can buy something else. Information." Din hinted." Have you seen others that look like me?"

The owner glanced around a bit seeing most people were eating to notice the conversation, but for extra measure, grabbed the hose and pour the chowder to make some noise.

" Others with beskar have been through here." He answered.

" Who can take me to them?"

" I know someone who might help." The owner spoke walking off to get that exact person.

With the owner gone, Nadia knew it was her time and turned to Din ready to fire out questions that were killing her inside.

" Did I do something wrong?" Nadia asked, her voice cracking a little at the end due to nerves.

" I need to focus." Din told her defensively.

She huffed at his short statement noticing octopus meant for the child's food was now stuck to his face while he wrestled with it.

" Don't play with your food." She ordered with hints of anger taking the octopus and placing it back into the soup.

" You seek others of your kind?" A man asked taking a seat by their table and only looking towards the Mandalorian.

Din, nodded," Have you seen them?"

" Aye. I can bring you to them."

" Where?"

" Only a few hours' sail. It'll cost you, though." The man warned, but Din quickly took some more credits from his pockets and handed it over to the man.

" Do we have a deal?"

The man took the deal leading them onto his ship with other crew members getting ready for a hunt. Nadia stood by the edge with the child watching the waves crash against the ship the faster they went and how the child giggled every once and a while when the water splashed his little face. Din slowly walked over to the two seeing the port in the distance slowly begin to fade away.

" Well, it's better than being on the razor crest. Am I right?" Nadia joked only to get a slight, very slight, nod from him as an answer." Seriously, just a nod?"

" What do you want me to say?" Din snarked back.

She rolled her eyes," Anything at this point." She mumbled.

" You ever see a mamacore eat?" The Captain questioned walking over to them." Quite a sight. Child might take an interest. You should take a look. Come on over here. Get a good view. Let the kid see."

" Wanna see it, little guy?" Nadia questioned not waiting for Din to answer since he wasn't even talking to her.

The two walked away from the edge of the boat seeing the middle gate of the ship begin to open while they strung fishes above ready to feed it. Nadia couldn't lie she was interested moving forward a bit only for Din to hold his arm out to stop her.

" All right, close enough." He warned.

She glanced at him rolling her eyes with a sarcastic laugh wondering if the planet Trask caused him to be so bi-polar. Once the gate was completely opened, the net opened up dropping a dozen fishes into the water that began to bubble up.

" There we go. She must be hungry. Oftentimes we'll feed her in the early morning, but we missed that 'cause we were goin' out of port!"

It happened in a flash, one minute the captain was speaking and the next minute, he swung his staff causing the child's pod to be flung into the water. As quickly as she realized it, the Captain did the same action again knocking her into the water and into the mouth of the mamacore.

" Nadia!" 

It was the last thing she heard before darkness surrounded her and the tongue of the mamacore was trying to swallow her up. Inside the mouth was sharp, she mentally cursed when a tooth cut her leg, but pushed with her feet against it's throat to stop it. The child cried near her in it's pod, but from survival and darkness, she couldn't console him. Her lungs burned from lack of air and she dug her nails into the throat of the mamacore using her legs to stretch out on the other side hoping to burst it open.

Blaster sounds could be heard from the outside of the mamacore and soon it caused the monster itself to rawr in anger. For a brief moment, she could see what looked like a mandalorian enter ripping the creature from the inside. Whoever it was, grabbed the pod before grabbing her hand flying out of the water in no time. She gasped for air landing on the ground in pain, but it didn't matter to her when turning to the dented pod.

" The...child..."

" Stay down." Din ordered placing his hand over the bloody cut on her leg." You're hurt."

" Here you go, little one." One of the Mandalorian's spoke handing over the child to Nadia, who smiled seeing he was okay.

Din looked up to his coven," Thank you. I've been searching for more of our kind."

" Well, lucky we found you first."

" I've been quested to deliver this Child. I was hoping that..." Din explained only to stop when the three Mandalorian's in front of him removed their helmets revealing their faces." Where did you get that armor?"

" This armor has been in my family for three generations."

" You don't cover your face?" He said fiercely standing up." You are not Mandalorian."

" He's one of them."

" Dank farrik." The other cursed in annoyance.

" One of what?" Nadia questioned.

The one Mandalorian turned to Nadia, before bending down and spraying some bacta spray to heal her wound showing to both Din and her that she was no threat.

" I am Bo-Katan of Clan Kryze." She addressed looking up to Din when done." I was born on Mandalore and fought in the Purge. I am the last of my line. And you are a Child of the Watch."

" The Watch?"

Bo-Katan nodded with confidence," Children of the Watch are a cult of religious zealots that broke away from Mandalorian society. Their goal was to re-establish the ancient way."

" There is only one way. The Way of the Mandalore." Din corrected turning and helping Nadia off the floor." Come on."

She frowned at why Din would be so defensive when it came to them, but she couldn't ask once he flew the three of them off the ship without any other questions himself. The three of them walked in silence through the streets of Trask. Unlike morning, the ports were empty that not even a rat was around to scurry by. Nadia glanced over to Din, his stance so unreadable that she didn't know what he was even thinking behind that silver beskar.

" Wanna talk about it?" She asked breaking the silence.

He didn't say a word. Kept walking by her side with his face forward while holding the child in his arms.  She didn't want her anger to flare up, but she could feel it the more he was giving the cold shoulder.

" Want to talk at all?" She questioned next.

Silence.

She laughed out loud," You regret it don't you."

" Regret what?" He questioned a bit curious.

" Clearly saving my life." She practically shouted turning sharply towards him." You know I didn't ask to fall into that frozen river and not be able to feel my fingers or my toes for the matter and for you to regret so badly for warming me up."

He looked at her like she was crazy," You think I regret saving you?"

" Clearly since you can't talk or even look at me!" She shouted glaring daggers at him if possible." If saving me was so damn hard for you, you could of let me drown! Better yet, not kiss me!"

She turned around ready to stomp away, anywhere that was away from him when a voice grabbed all of their attention.

" Hey!" The Tessek man shouted surrounding them with five others." You...You killed my brother."

Din slowly stood in front of Nadia," Let us pass."

" I don't you think you understand." The Tessek man threatened with the sounds of blasters charging up around them." You killed my brother and now I'm gonna kill your pet and little girlfriend."

Nadia slowly pulled the blaster from her side ready to fight if she had to, when the same Mandalorian coven from the ship flew down next to them quickly protecting the three.

" He didn't kill your brother." Bo-Katan clarified." I did."

With that, Bo-Katan and her people fired against the Tessek man and his people dropping them down before they even had the chance to process what was going on. Din glanced over to Nadia seeing she was unharmed by the action before turning to see Bo-Katan staring at him.

" Can we at least buy you a drink?"

" Sure." Nadia answered sparing a glare over to him." I need a couple of rounds."

[americasass91]

Baby Fever

Hello lovelies! I hope everyone is well! This little fic is for the amazingly talented @buckyownsmylife​ 2k/Birthday Challenge! Which the theme for it was breeding kink. Which how could I not participate in that? Breeding kink just happens to be one of the biggest kinks I have(and i don’t even want kids, go figure) So I looked through my Masterlist and realized I didn’t have a breeding kink fic with Steve. Well, I can’t say that anymore!

Thank you for hosting this challenge you lovely, beautiful human! And congrats on the 2k!! You deserve that and so much more! I hope everyone enjoys!

Rating: Explicit (duh, it’s a breeding kink fic)

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: breeding kink(again, duh), Professor!Steve(I feel like he’s a warning all by himself, language, age gap, unprotected sex(I mean, it’s kind of implied but I’ll put the warning anyway)

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“How long do we have to stay at this thing?”

You help can’t but roll your eyes at your husband of 4 months. “I told you I’m not sure. It’s my niece’s 1st birthday party. You could’ve stayed home you know.”

Steve pulls up to your sister’s house and parks among the other vehicles in the front yard. “Yeah and give them even more reasons to hate me? No thanks.”

See, Steve wasn’t your family’s favorite person. It all has to do with the fact that he’s 10 years older than you and how you guys met, which was during your freshman year of college. You were the innocent student and he was your history professor.

The attraction was instant and very mutual between you two. But dating students at this particular university was frowned upon and Steve could have lost his job. So, you admired each other from afar….that is until the semester was over. You went to visit him in his office after your last class and he eagerly bent you over his desk and ruined you for any other future man you may have.

Well, that was 6 years ago now. Your family of course didn’t approve and thought he was just taking advantage of a young, naive student. Your mom was the first to come around when she noticed a change in your demeanor and how happy he made you. She talked some sense into your dad and he eventually backed off as well.  

It took until Steve put a ring on your finger for your sister to accept him. Although you know her and her friends still judged you two. You could tell by the looks you guys always got whenever around them. You learned to not let it bother you. Steve was amazing. He was attentive, caring, and he loved you with everything he had. The only flaw he had was that he didn’t want kids.

It almost made you consider not marrying him. You had always wanted kids. But, in the end you realized you wanted Steve for the rest of your life more than a baby. But he did adopt a kitten with you. So it’s a win, win.

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He gets out of the car and grabs the gift out of the trunk. You had gotten her an outfit that says ‘My aunt is cooler than your aunt’ and various toys that she would enjoy. Plus, being the book editor you were, you couldn’t not get her a book. So, you got her the very first Harry Potter book. When Steve saw you wrapping it with a questioning look, you told him it was never too early to start a child’s transition into being a Potterhead.

You skipped excitedly next to Steve as you made your way to the front door. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your enthusiasm. “You excited or something, sweetheart?”

After ringing the doorbell, you turn towards him. “Of course I am! I love my little niece!”

Truth was, you knew you were never going to have a baby of your own. So you poured all of your love and joy for a baby into your niece.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when your brother-in-law, Matt, answers the door.

“Mr. and Mrs. Rogers! Glad you made it! Come on in!” He ushers you 2 inside, helping you both hang your coats up in the hall closet. He then points to the obvious gift table. “You can just set that down there, Steve. And if you’d like, me and a bunch of the other husbands are downstairs in the basement watching the game. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

Steve looks at you, silently asking for permission. You give him a quick pecking the lips. “Go have fun. Just make sure to come back up for food and presents.”

As Steve heads downstairs with Matt, you can’t help but take in all the decorations. Little Miss Lindsey just happens to currently be obsessed with The Little Mermaid. So of course the theme is under the sea. Your sister really went all out. Streamers, balloons, and even mermaid figurines were everywhere. There’s even mermaid confetti on the tables.

You head in search of your sister and the birthday girl, one of which you find in the kitchen. “Hey sis! Need any help?”

Your sister, Rachel, turns from the hot dog sauce she’s stirring on the stove and gives you a big hug. “Oh, thank god you’re here! Can you grab the vegetable tray and potato salad out of the fridge and put them on that table over there?”

“Sure! Where’s Linds?” You ask as you grab the requested items out of the fridge.

Your sister returns to the sauce on the stove. “She’s still napping. I should be getting her up soon. Where’s Steve? He stay home? I know this isn’t really his thing.”

You take the plastic wrap off the potato salad and sit it amongst the smorgasbord of other food on the table. “Of course he’s here. He’s down in the basement with the other men.”

You sister lets out a sigh. “Yeah, I told Matt they could only watch until everybody got here. Ah, shit. I think I hear Lindsey crying.”

“I’ll get her!” Quickly jumping at the chance to see her.

“You sure? That would be great! The outfit I want her to wear is on the changing table. And can you do her hair up in the bow, too?”

“You got it!” You make your way down the hall towards Lindsey’s room, her crying getting louder. You open the door and see her sitting up in her crib. Her crying quiets the moment she sees you. She gets a big ole smile on her face and reaches out for you. “Hi, sweet girl! How is the birthday girl today?” You pick her up and give her a big hug. “How about we get you changed into your party outfit?” She just coos back at you in response.

You push her outfit aside and lay her down on the changing table. Quickly realizing she’s wet, you give her a fresh diaper. She attempts to ‘help’ as you try to change her into her party outfit. Which after it’s on her, she looks like a little mermaid. You quickly brush her hair and pull as much of it as you can into a ponytail on the top of her head and add the matching bow. You stand back a little from her and clap your hands. “What a pretty girl! Are you ready to join your party?” You pick her up and turn around to head out of the room. You’re surprised to see your husband standing in the doorway.

“Hey, I thought you were watching the game?” He shrugs his shoulders and walks towards you two. “I missed you.” He tickles Lindsey’s side, causing her to giggle. “Happy Birthday, little one.” You can’t help but feel your heart warm. That always happens anytime your husband interacts with a baby.

“I was just helping Rachel out by getting her ready. She seemed a little frazzled in the kitchen.” You turn your attention back to Lindsey. “Come on, sweet girl. Let’s go join your mommy in the kitchen!”

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The next hour goes by in a blur. You weren’t really paying attention to anyone else. All of yours on Lindsey. The only food she seemed to want was what was on your plate. You didn’t mind sharing. Then she got to ‘smash’ her cake. Which for Lindsey it meant taking delicate little bites from said cake, mostly of the icing. She did still manage to get it all down the front of her though. But that’s okay, Rachel of course had a back up outfit ready.

You had just polished off your hot dog when Rachel walked back into the room with a now clean Lindsey. Steve grabbed yours and his plates to go dispose of.

Rachel sat on the floor with Lindsey who immediately started crawling towards you. “I think you’re gonna have to join us, sis.”

You can tell it’s hurting Rachel’s feelings a little that Lindsey is so attached to you today. Nevertheless, you join them on the floor, placing Lindsey in your lap. “Ready to open presents, sweet girl?”

Rachel turns to Matt. “Honey, could you start handing out the presents please?”

He nods and goes to grab the first of many presents. He sits it down in front of Lindsey who immediately goes for the tissue paper. She doesn’t even seem to care about the present in the bag. You laugh and try to get her attention on the gift inside.

You look up and see everyone laughing at the birthday girl who only wants the tissue paper. You notice Steve towards the back of the crowd, only he’s not laughing. He’s giving you a look. You’ve seen that look before. It instantly sends a shiver down your spine and makes your panties wet. He wants you.

You try to give him a stern look. He shouldn’t be looking at you like that in the middle of your niece’s party. He puts his hands up in surrender.

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After taking almost 2 hours to open the rest of the gifts, Lindsey was a sleepy girl. You were sitting on the couch with Lindsey cuddled up into your chest. You were gently rocking her back and forth. You look over at your sister who was cleaning up the mess from the presents.

“I can go put her down for a nap, Rach. I don’t mind.”

“Thanks, sis. You seem to be her favorite person today so she’d probably scream if I tried to do it. Matt! Could you get a bottle ready for Lindsey so my sister can put her down for her nap?”

A few minutes later he comes out with the bottle and hands it to you.

You stand up and look over at Steve. “I shouldn’t be too long. Did you want to head out of here after I put her down? I know you still have those papers to grade.”

He nods. “Yeah, if you don’t mind. Thanks, sweetheart.”

You squeeze his bicep as you pass by him. “Of course not. Like I said, this shouldn’t take too long.” You glance at Lindsey and notice she’s having trouble keeping her eyes open.

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Just like you predicted, it only took Lindsey about 15 minutes to fall asleep. You take one last glance at her, your heart tugging a little, knowing you’ll never have one of your own.

You quietly close the door and don’t even take 2 steps before the door across the hall opens to reveal Steve. You look at him in confusion. “Babe? Why are you in the laundry room?”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he grabs your arm and pulls you into the room with him. He makes sure to shut the door behind him.

“Steve, what are you doing? I thought we were leaving?”

He pushes you to the front of the washing machine and presses himself up against you, immediately making you feel how hard he is. “Need you, baby.” He reaches around and starts undoing your jeans.

You start pushing his hands away and try to turn around. His hold on your waist tightens, stopping you.

“Steve, we are not doing this here. You can wait until we get home.”

You are suddenly pushed until your front is resting on the top of the washing machine, Steve covering his body with yours. He lets out a low growl in your ear. “This” he presses his bulge more firmly against your ass “is your fault. So, you’re going to help me with it.”

You turn your head to the side as he pushes your jeans over the curve of your ass. “Me? What the fuck did I do? I haven’t even really talked to you today. Been with Lindsey all day.”

He fastens his pace in removing his own jeans, only lowering them enough to free his aching cock. He lands a smack to your panty covered ass. “Exactly. Made me so hard watching you with the baby. Made me think what it’d be like if we had one. What you’d look like swelled with my kid. Knew I had to have you.”

You managed to push him back far enough to stand up straight and turn around to face him. “Steve, I’m not going to let you fuck me in my sister’s laundry room.” He launches at you, trapping your body between his and the washing machine. “It’s cute that you think you’re in charge. Now, I’m going to fuck a baby into you. And I can either do that here or I’ll take you out in the living room where everyone is and bend you over there.”

Fuck. These panties are officially fucked. Still, you have questions. “I thought you didn’t want kids, Steve? Plus I’m on the pill.”

His face turns soft for a second. He cups your cheek in his left hand. “I didn’t think I did. But seeing you with her today? Now that’s all I want, all I can think about. You with our baby. You’d be the best mother. And you’ll just stop taking your pill. Starting today. We’ll keep trying until it takes. Is this something you’re even still wanting?”

You grab onto his wrist and push your cheek against his palm. “Of course it is.” You turn back around and bend over the washer. You lower your panties to your knees and shake your ass in his direction. “Well? What are you waiting for? Fuck a baby into me, Steve.”

He growls and closes the distance between you. He grabs the base of his cock and rubs the tip through your dripping folds. “Don’t have time to stretch you out first, sweetheart. And I’m really worked up, so this will probably be quick.”

You push back against him, eager to get him inside you already. “Don’t care. Just please, fuck me Professor Rogers.” You knew that’d get him.

“Fuck.” Is the only warning you get before he buries himself in you to the hilt. He just gets his hand over your mouth before your moan escapes your throat.

He only gives you a second to adjust to his size before he starts a bruising pace. After a few thrusts, he removes his hand from your mouth and smacks your ass. He feels you clench around him. “Yeah? You like when your professor fucks you?”

You quickly nod your head. “Yeah. You fuck me so good. Need your cum. Need you to fill me up.”

Steve quickens his pace even more if that’s possible. He moves his left hand off your hip and moves it around you to find your clit. He presses quick circles against it. “Need you to cum first, sweetheart. Need to feel you squeeze me.”

You start pushing back to meet his thrusts. You can feel the coil inside you ready to snap. You just need a little something more.

Steve leans over you and starts pressing kisses up your spine, his pace never faltering. Once he reaches your shoulder, he bites down lightly. He moves his mouth next to your ear. “Come on, sweetheart. Cum for your professor. Then I’ll fill you up nice and full, get you pregnant. Cum for me, Y/N.”

You press your face into the crook of your elbow to muffle your scream as you cum undone on his cock. Your orgasm triggers his. He cums with a quiet shout as he fills you full of his spend, some of it leaking out around him. He gives a few more shallow thrusts before stopping and catching his breath.

He rubs his hands up and down your back. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

You turn your head so you can look at him. “Mmm, i’m great.” You can’t help but let out a little giggle, feeling drunk on sex.

Steve smiles down at you and moves his hand until it’s resting on your lower stomach. “I hope it worked.” He slowly pulls out and watches as his cum starts leaking out of your pussy. He quickly scoops it up and pushes it back inside, causing a whimper to escape your lips. “Sorry, sweetheart. Can’t let any of it go to waste.”

Once he’s sure he’s got it all, he quickly pulls your panties back into place. He stands you up and turns you around to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you so much, thank you for being mine.”

You give him a big smile. “I love you, too. And thank you for picking me.” You bend down to pull up your jeans, Steve mirroring your actions. Once you’re both redressed, you wrap your arms around his neck and press a firm kiss to his lips.

“Now, let’s hurry up and get home. Want you to fill me up again.” You give him a wink and turn to head out the door. “You coming?”

He smirks as he starts following you out. “Oh, I will be.”

Taglist: @stargazingfangirl18​ @drabblewithfrannybarnes​ @harrysthiccthighss​ @lllols @patzammit​ @quxxnxfhxll​ @bluemusickid​ @wanderinglunarnights​ 

Steve Taglist: @donutloverxo

[munumono]

Falling asleep on their shoulders on a train || Genshin Men X GN Reader

modern au

warnings: none, no proof read

characters: albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, scaramouche, thoma, xiao, zhongli

Albedo : He didn't realise at first that you were asleep on his shoulder. He was too occupied to notice. Scrolling through the documents on his laptop, he suddenly felt a weight on one of his shoulder. He looked to his side to see you, peacefully sleeping on his shoulder. He looked at you for a whole minute, deciding whether to move or not. But well, you looked so peaceful that he didn't want to wake you up. He looked at his laptop, sighed, and turned it off, carefully. He took his phone out to lower the ringtone just in case it rings and wakes you up. He lowered himself to make it comfortable for you and gazed at the scenario through the glass window on the opposite side, taking in the silence between you two.

Childe : He was going through his phone that he felt a weight on one of his shoulders. He looked to the side to notice you, in deep sleep. He was planning to wake you up but he noticed your little snores, which would be a lie if he says he didn't find it cute. Letting you sleep on his shoulder, he kept scrolling through his phone. The next station arrived as the sound of the announcement woke you up. Oh dear, how embarrassing, you thought. Before you could say anything, he gave you his phone, "You can keep be the apology for later, can I have your number before you get off the train?"

Diluc : As there were no seats available, he was standing while talking on his phone about some work. As he was speaking, he felt a weight pushing him forward. He thought it was someone trying to break through the crowd, so he looked at his side. You were hardly trying to balance your very self as you leaned on to his shoulder, in deep sleep. Diluc stiffened at the contact. He tried to wake you up but the movement caused while waking you up, made you lean even closer to him while resting your head on his shoulder. He immediately tried to cage you so you wouldn't fall, which, apparently looked like he was hugging you. Embarrassed would be very least compared to what Diluc was feeling at that moment. Poor man, he even thought what if you wake up and think he is a pervert. The voice on the ongoing call kept calling his name. He took his phone close to his lips as he whispered, "Adelinde, can you inform others that I'll be late for the meeting? I can't get down on the next station, apparently."

Kaeya : Kaeya, himself, was leaning back onto the seat while trying to take a small nap. Last night's hangover and all didn't really give him enough time to sleep and, here he was, taking a small nap on a train. Kaeya is a light sleeper, so when he felt a weight on one of his shoulder, he was quick to react. Kaeya stared at your figure leaning dearly on his shoulder in deep slumber. He thought to wake you up but hesitated to disturb your peaceful sleep. So, Kaeya, out of no choice, decided to take a nap too. It will also be much better if you wake up and see him asleep, that way you will be less embarrassed, he thought. Well, you woke up to missing your station.

Kazuha : Kazuha was reading a book, full of poems. He did realise that beside him on the seat, there was a person who was in deep slumber, you. Kazuha and you were both strangers but also not. You both used to get on the same train and get off the same train, together. A relationship where you both met each other every single day but never talked to. Kazuha was reading the poems that he noticed something. Beside you two, there was a third person on your side. Slowly, you were leaning on their shoulder in deep slumber. Well, Kazuha wouldn't have bothered much till the stranger you were leaning onto started to wrap their arm around your sleeping figure. Oh dear, the way Kazuha glared at the stranger was enough haunting to them for few nights while going to bathroom alone. Kazuha coughed, eyeing the stranger as he gestured with his fingers 'they're with me'. The stranger was quick to remove his arms around your figure while Kazuha inched closer to you, carefully making you lean on his shoulder instead. He slowly removed some hair stances on your eyes, and layed his head onto your head lightly, reading his book, as you both waited for the next station.

Scaramouche : Scaramouche wasn't having it. You were sleeping on his shoulder for the past thirty minutes. He seriously wanted to wake you up and he actually did, just to get no response from you. He stared straight, facing the opposite side of the train. He looked so pissed that he even made a child on the train cry from his glare. Giving up, he sighed. He was going to get off on the next station. The next station arrived, he was about to get up while not really caring about your sleeping figure leaning on him, that he noticed something. A stranger on the opposite side of the train, facing you both, as he stared creepily at your figure. Oh dear, the moment the stranger realized they were getting stared at by someone, only to meet Scaramouche's typical death glare, they were so close to wet themselves. Scaramouche didn't stop though. He kept glaring at the stranger as if they were nothing but a piece of dirt. Which ended up with the stranger getting down on the current station even though their station was after few. Scaramouche stayed, not feeling assured that you'll be safe in your deep slumber, missing his station. You woke up after a while, to find a purple haired man looking at you with such disappointment which made you apologize not only at that moment, but, the rest of the journey.

Thoma : It was busy and crowdy on the train. Thoma stood straight with plastic bags filled with stuffs hanging on his arms as he hold you still while you laid your head on his chest being in deep slumber. You both knew each other since you both stayed nearby, barely interacting than just a 'good morning' & 'good evening'. How you ended up like this starts like this, you were standing on the train as you gave your seat to an old lady since there were no seats available. You were pretty exhausted, sleepy, every single word which is the opposite of relaxed. Thoma, being on the same train, took notice of your figure slowly dozing off to sleep. Well, you would have hit your nose or so if he didn't dash in front of you to carefully make you lean on him. Thoma stayed like this for a few minutes till the next station arrived and the crowd got off, leaving enough seats. Thoma, being the gentleman he is, carefully made your sleeping figure sit while taking a seat beside you. Carefully inching closer, making your head lean on his shoulder, he relaxed his strained muscles he got while standing for long enough. Do accept his invitation for dinner at his house after you wake up and instead of accepting your apology he throws this invitation <3

Xiao : Oh please, he is so stiff at the contact as you were laying your head on his shoulder, taking a trip to dreamland. First of all, Xiao doesn't even know who you are. He saw you for the first time on this train. Seeing your packed bag, he assumed you were visiting someone in another city, but, where does you sleeping on his shoulder part came from? He is, not at all, moving. Staring straight on the empty seats in front of him, he's just wishing for you to wake up. Of course, he won't wake you up, if he really did then he won't miss his station which was literally the last one the train stopped at. He didn't know how to move. Bonus, you kept snuggling unconsciously on his shoulder because, it was comfy✨. You woke up to missing your station, which was apparently the second last station in the list. The train all empty, and mind you, you woke up to the Ticket Examiner calling you up since it was the last station and all passengers have gotten down except you two, you and Xiao. You looked at the guy beside you who had a frown on his face as he crossed his arm looking down not saying a word. 'Tsk' was all you heard. Well don't worry, you both took another train, this time, you were fully awake.

Zhongli : How long has it been since you fell asleep? Oh, well, you might not know but Zhongli does. It's been hell lot of time. But the man, as calm and collected he is, even when a random stranger is leaning on to his shoulder in deep slumber, he didn't react. Zhongli, understood how tired you might have been since you basically fell asleep on a stranger's shoulder. He didn't move an inch, just in case he wakes you up. Maybe the calm and collected man has lost some of his calmness, resulting in a flustered mess (still collected though mind you) when an old lady commented on both of you, "Such a lovely couple you both are. I had my time like this too, with my husband, before we both got married." Ok but, it would not be justice if I say you both, Zhongli and you, looked any less than a couple. God, date already <3. Ok facts aside, Zhongli did tell the old woman that you both were not dating, which he got a reply, "Oh, my apologies for assuming that. But, saying from experience, you both should give it a try if you both happen to be single, haha." Ok but that's facts. You woke up to see Zhongli, with red tint all over his cheeks. You immediately apologized for your doing. Don't be surprised if the next day you see the same man waiting for you in the train, keeping a seat for you.

note: might have lost creative brain juice for zhongli's part <\3

[kookieswan]

Shades of Us III – Mint

Poly!Namgi x Reader (f)

Word Count: 2.4k

Tags: College!AU, Fluff, Humor (semi-crack), Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Frenemies to Lovers, Namjoon is cluelessly adorable, Yoongi’s shy, MC is going with the flow.

Notes: The third part of SoU, moving in hehe. I left a picture of the general layout of the apartment at the end of this part! Let me know what you all think, I appreciate feedback!

Part of the Shades of Us Series!

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Glancing up from the sink, you let out a small sigh at the sight of yourself staring back. It’s finals week, and you look a little sleepy, a little insane. Patting a towel against your face to dry it off, there’s a little ding from your bedroom, most likely the boys telling you that they’re here finally.

It’s been about a month since the guys said they’d move in, and you still can’t believe that they even wanted to. The apartment is nothing special, definitely on the smaller side, but they agreed anyway. Both of them even stopped by to check the place out, measure it up, all that shit. Of course, they’d both been around to just hang out, but still.

The layout of the apartment is alright in your opinion, not the best but it’s what’s affordable. Three bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, a living room, and a super small balcony (which is where you keep many of your plants). Most of the walls are white, and most of the flooring is wooden, although you have a few decorations and rugs scattered around for a pop of color. Speaking of pops of color…

The only fight that Yoongi put up was with the fact that his room is painted a very light green color courtesy of your previous roommate. As much as he didn’t like the shade, he enjoyed the view from the room the most… which consisted of a tree completely blocking out the sun. Perfect for him to be fair.

Wandering out of the bathroom and over to your bedroom, you pick up the phone off your dresser and check the messages quickly. It’s Joon letting you know that he and Yoongi arrived and are starting to unload downstairs. It’s still hilarious that they decided to make this a team effort to you. Something tells you Namjoon had to work some magic to convince the other man that it was a good idea.

The two decided to move in on the same day to get it over and done with quickly most likely, but that came at a price. They rented one truck that Yoongi drove to his place and then Joon’s, and then to top it off he stayed the night at Namjoon’s. You can only imagine how that went. You had tried to help but they insisted that it was fine since you had a final yesterday.

Kicking on some sandals, you unlock the front door, walk down the hall, and practically skip down the stairs. Stepping through the main entrance, you push a rock up against the door to keep it propped open so that moving everything will be s little less work. Spotting the truck and then Yoongi isn’t a challenge, he’s dressed up like a black hole that’s attempting to wiggle out a box that seems to be stuck in the back seat. How adorable.

“How was sleeping over at Joon’s last night?” The man pauses and turns back to look at you as you approach, the bags under his eyes immediately noticeable and a tiny bit unsettling. You’ll take that as a “not good.”

“A fucking nightmare. He snored so loud I thought the world might actually end from the vibrations causing a tsunami.” You snort loudly at the comparison as Namjoon wanders around the corner of the truck, two large boxes balanced in his arms. Surprisingly, he doesn’t seem playful but almost sheepish.

“I’m sorry, I’ve been so stressed out about making sure that the track for my final is perfect…” This makes Yoongi pause, a flicker of something coming across his face before he clears his throat. There’s a best of silence and then…

“… It’s alright Joon, don’t worry about it. I was just joking.” You attempt to try to take a box from Joon but he won’t allow it, backing away before a big grin splits onto his face. As always, he looks absolutely adorable with his pretty dimples. There’s something poking out of the top, cloth maybe? It’s a pretty minty sage color of green, maybe a shirt…

“I know Kitty, I was just kidding. NOW! Let’s start moving stuff inside, hm?” Yoongi’s mouth drops open before he starts to grumble as you continue to giggle at their antics. Rounding the side of the truck, you peer into the back. Their beds seem to be packed up inside along with a good few boxes. Grabbing a random one that says “YOONGIS SHIT”, you start to carry it inside along with Joon.

“There’s not as much as I thought there would be…” Namjoon hums in front of you, starting up the stairs without issue. You follow suit, making sure to be very cautious of not dropping any of Yoongi’s things. There’s got to be music and art equipment scattered throughout the boxes and you won’t be responsible for paying for it. The shit is pricy.

“I lived in the dorms so there wasn’t much to bring with. the bulk of it is probably the bigger things like our beds and equipment. Nothing too insane.”  A blessing and a curse to live in the dorms. Yoongi was in an apartment as well, but he doesn’t seem o have a whole lot either.

Thankfully, your roommates had left a majority of the furniture behind, the only thing you’re really missing is a couch for the living room and a table and chairs for eating. Nothing too important in the end, the floor always makes a good table. Now to unload for the next few hours…

Getting to your front door, you balance the box carefully in one arm and twist the handle with your free hand. The bare living room glares back at you, sad and lonely without much furniture. Stepping in, Namjoon follows suit and immediately walks toward his new room. You’ll never admit it, but you’re very glad that his snoring ass will be in the farthest room from yours.

Walking to Yoongi’s room, you open the door and set the box down on the carpet right inside of the doorway. The sheer number of dark colors he’s sure to scatter everywhere will probably offset the room, and you’re a tad bit curious to see how it ends up. Same with Namjoon’s room, you had never managed to see either of them.

Stepping back out, you see Namjoon going to step out and jog to catch up. He waits patiently, opening the front door and head turning for you to go first. Just as he’s about to shut the door, there’s a loud crash from the stairway.

“I fucking hate stairs, fuck!” Namjoons sprinting past you before you can even comprehend, and then it hits you. Yoongi fell down the fucking stairs holy shit. You run to catch up, peering down to see the poor guy at the bottom laying flat with a few boxes surrounding him on the ground.

“Yoongi, are you okay?! Does anything hurt? How many fingers am I holding up?” Namjoon crouches over the man as you step down the stairs, arm holding him up slightly, and you come around the other side to get a better view. He looks okay, but that doesn’t mean much…

“Negative two, now let me up you doofus.” Namjoon actually huffs a bit before flicking Yoongi on the forehead lightly. He glanced to you for help but you just shrug, noting that he mouths something along the lines of ‘betrayer’ but not caring.

“Oh, I’m the doofus? I don’t recall falling down the stairs like a certain clumsy kitten.” Yoongi turns the brightest shade of red you’ve ever seen, ears even lighting up with the color. He goes to stand up, Namjoon standing with him for support, but winces and falls back slightly against the tallers chest.

“Nam- What are you doing?!” Namjoon takes this as an invitation apparently and hefts Yoongi up into his arms like a blushing bride, holding him protectively like a damn knight. A short cackle leaves you at the look on Yoongi’s face, an odd mix between panic and wanting to die.

“I think you should rest for a bit and we can get back to it. You can just sit on the truck and relax. Don’t you think so too, cutie?” He addresses you and it’s your turn to fluster, muttering out a yes as Yoongi starts to loudly protest. Namjoon doesn’t listen, easily carrying the other man toward the entrance. Namjoon… is a menace. Breathing in deeply, you follow them outside, prepared to endure this for the rest of today… and the foreseeable future.

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After the small rest for Yoon and getting everything into the correct place, you and the guys decided to order pizza for dinner for something quick. Gathering around the tv on the floor, you all eat and idly watch a crime documentary as the sluggishness starts to slowly seep in. Yoongi had an ice pack on his foot, forced there by Joon, but he seems to be doing better overall. Humming a bit, you look toward the other two, catching Namjoon’s eye as he finishes a sip of soda.

“So how is everyone doing with their finals? Good?” You grin, somewhat pleased with how finals have been going. Yoongi doesn’t seem the most talkative right now though, so you take the lead.

“Mhm! My final yesterday went super well, I think. I have one more Monday and then I’m done.” Done for the semester, ready for summer. Almost four whole months of freedom from schoolwork and asshole professors. Namjoon nods, pretty dimples appearing as he looks at you with shining eyes.

“That’s amazing! Good job ____, I’m so proud of you for getting through it.” Heating up, you mumble out a thanks at the praise. The man really doesn’t realize what he does to people sometimes, does he…

“What about you Yoongi? Your track all finished up?” Said man stops chewing, cheeks puffed out slightly before he swallows his bite of pizza. His hair looks adorable, black bangs falling into his eyes as he clears his throat.

“Yeah… I just have the final Tuesday with you and then I’m done. My tracks ready to go.” As someone who isn’t involved in music, you can’t help but to be curious. You know they’re both really good after hearing their tracks in the past, but they’ve been super secretive about their final projects.

“You going to give me a little sneak peak of it kitty cat?” Yoongi scoffs loudly, eyes narrowing as he glares at Namjoon. Like always, Joon just smiles back, glasses slowly sliding down his nose.

“Tch, in your dream’s you giant marshmallow…” The taler man actually chuckles at that, eyes crinkling at the corners and Yoongi looks away and grumbles some more. He really does resemble a cat sometimes…

Mind wandering, you realize that there hasn’t really been any talk about how thing spelt around here. Bills and such have already been discussed, but chores and shit haven’t been. Adjusting yourself, you clap your hands against your thighs to get the others attention.

“Time to talk about rules! To start, everyone should wash their own dishes if able. Also, garbage goes out on Wednesday nights because they pick it up early Thursday, so make sure to have it ready to go so I can take it out.” You’re not sure how but you ended up on garbage duty. It’s disgusting but hey, at least you never had to clean the toilet.

“I can take the garbage out if you want! I used to vacuum my dorm room every weekend so I can do that too.” And just like that you’re in love with Namjoon. Beautiful, stunning, handsome Namjoon who’s going to take out the garbage for you. What a sexy man.

“… I like to cook. I could make us dinner some nights and do some of the grocery shopping.” Both you and Joon leer over at Yoongi, surprised to say the least. He doesn’t really seem like the cooking type, but either way, you’re excited for som yummy meals. However…

“I like grocery shopping too! Late night though when no one’s around… I like to look at things in peace.” Shopping at night is always the best, no one can convince you otherwise. Namjoon seems to agree, nodding along with what you say.

“We should all go then. Late night grocery excursions can be a group activity! Wouldn’t you like that Yoongo Boongo?” It’s probably a recipe to get kicked out with how rambunctious they can get with one another. You’ll just pretend not to know them.

“Meh.” Namjoon reached across you to poke the smaller man’s thigh, Yoong twitching a bit before trying to bat him away. This is the life, there’s nothing like having a large man crawl over you to harass a cute small man.

“How about we all go tomorrow night? My final isn’t till two on Monday so I can stay up later.” Thank god for that. You need to do some grocery shopping anyway; the fridge is practically empty since you’ve been so busy. Namjoon perks up a bit before agreeing as Yoongi listens quietly.

“Sounds like a plan then! I’m going to head to bed though, I’m pretty tired after today. You should both head to bed too, you look exhausted… Not in a bad way! You’re both adorable but seriously.” He’s trying to kill you. He must be. Out of the corner of your eye, you swear you see Yoongi’s cheeks turn the slightest tone of pink as he mutters out a reply.

“Yeah, yeah… If you don’t see me in the morning, I’m not dead, just sleeping. Bother me and I’ll bite you.” With that, Yoongi grabs the paper plates you we’re eating from and raises from his spot to head toward the kitchen. You and Namjoon watch in as he stumbled around, clearly ready to fall into his bed.

“He really is a feisty little thing huh? Hmm, I’ll see you in the morning, and I promise I won’t bite you.” Watching Namjoon get up from the floor, you sit back and watch quietly as both men interact quietly before Joon walks toward the bathroom. Things… Are definitely going to be interesting.

“Goodnight losers!”

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Feast your eyes upon my artistic skills! Note that the scale isn’t exact but kind of close? Idk I think it’s fine 🥴❤️