#them on the rack or anything like okay? and her and her husband were just staring at me as i was doing stuff so i left the area and they

[pupkou]

i love how when customers need something they just stand 5 feet away and stare at me and don’t say a word it’s a very good way of communicating what they’re looking for and needing from me

[chuluoyi]

✎ baby to the rescue

- gojo satoru x reader

in which gojo recruits your baby son to “save” you from a credit card salesman

genre: immense fluff !! baby gojo and dad!gojo shenanigans~

note: based on this and this reel. with this i hereby declare that anything past chapter 235 is null and void HAHA anyway, i truly want to post remarried empress au by this week but since 261 leaks hurt me so much, i need more fluff so have to postpone it to next week :') tagging @karikari19hikariiii <3

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

Your husband Gojo Satoru... is handsome as hell, which means your baby son is also undeniably good-looking.

"Why do you pout at me?" Satoru poked his squirming baby's cheek while pursing his lips too. "C'mon, smile! That auntie is smiling at you!"

Everyone who passed by them in Shinjuku shopping district turned heads to admire him and his pumpkin just a little longer, and Satoru visibly enjoyed the attention. He smiled back at them, occasionally winking even.

If only they knew how pretty his wife was too...

Wait, no! On second thought, if they know how hot you are, there will be problems!

You had left him to go to the nearest pharmacy to restock some things, while Satoru decided to entertain his baby in the toy section. He basked in the starry-eyed looks people were giving him... until he heard some strange sounds and turned to his baby boy—

—who was chewing the beak of a duck toy with all his might. Satoru was mortified.

"—! Let that go! Your mama will beat me if she sees you eating this!"

Your baby paid him no mind though, desperately pushing the duck into his mouth. Satoru sat him on one of the empty racks and began the tug of war—

"Let go!" he reprimanded. "You're so naughty, gods—!"

Some people were now openly giggling at both of them. His son tried to resist by rolling, and Satoru clicked his tongue. He then yanked the toy away until his baby finally let it go, sniffling sadly that his papa wouldn't let him have the duck.

"Oh, you..." he picked him up again and consoled the pumpkin. "You can't do that, you hear? First, it's not clean. Second, mama will grow two heads to chew you and me both, understand?"

No, your son totally didn't understand a thing. Satoru sighed, seeing his little blue eyes welling up with tears. He ruffled his head and pulled him close. "There, there... I'll get you ice cream, okay? Now let's go."

Satoru was determined to turn his son back into a smiling, happy baby. But just as he was about to head towards the ice cream parlor, he encountered the most unbelievable sight—

"Miss! I guarantee you'll love this credit card features!"

You. That was clearly you, and a salesman (or a bozo, in Satoru's eyes) was trying to bother you.

You raised an eyebrow. "Uh, no— thank you—"

Yet the bozo was still persistent, like the pesky fly he was. "You can use it to pay for your monthly beauty treatments! Someone as pretty as you..." He eyed you from head to toe, blinking suggestively. "Oh my! Your skin is flawless! You have to maintain it this way! I can also give you recommendations for—"

You were wearing a flare dress that made you look so young and petite, and obviously, Satoru too was lusting after you. And true, your skin was smooth like a soft serve of mochi, but still!

You are meant for him and his eyes only! Oho, this bozo would get heavenly punishment.

He had to get to you somehow, but this was public space and if he cooked up some sort of shenanigan, you would put him in sex ban. I can't have that! so Satoru wracked his brain to think of another way...

Once again, his gaze fell on his now calm baby, who was also looking at his mama over there with utter curiosity. And an idea immediately popped up in his mind.

"Hey, kiddo, look at that, a bad man is trying to take your mama," Satoru nudged him as if trying to egg him on. "We can't let that happen. Will you help me to save her, hmm?"

"Mama..." your baby looked back at him so innocently before smiling. "Mamaaa!"

"Good boy." Gods, his baby was so adorable, he almost felt bad for doing this but...

Swallowing his guilt, thinking he would make it up later, he pinched his son's butt a little too firmly—

"WAAAA!" and suddenly, the little boy burst into tears, and even Satoru was surprised by the sheer volume of his wail.

The sudden inconsolable sound of your baby sent you scrambling in panic, your eyes wildly searching for him, completely disregarding the credit card man. "My baby!"

"Eh?" the credit card man was visibly surprised. "Oh... so, you're married...?"

You immediately made your way towards Satoru and snatched your baby from him, hugging him tightly. "Oh, there, there... What happened to you?" you shot your husband a distaste look as your son kept wailing. "Satoru, why is he crying?"

He nonchalantly shrugged. "Maybe missing his mama? Dunno~"

By now, you had completely forgotten the credit card bozo, but he still looked at the three of you in mild surprise. Satoru took this chance to approach him and whisper in his ear:

"You see, my wife doesn't need your credit card," he whistled. "My cards or lumpsum money will do more than enough."

After seeing how pale the bozo looked, Satoru chuckled darkly... before leading you and your son away from the crowd, with one arm possessively around your waist.

Epilogue

"I'm sorry— I'm sorry, okay!?"

Satoru looked down at his son in utter hopelessness, as the little boy refused to be held by him, looking at him with teary, resentful eyes, and backing away from him in his playpen.

Can babies hold a grudge? Satoru didn't know, but his son definitely was not happy with him, and he couldn't think of any other explanation other than his sin against him back this afternoon.

"I've bought you mochi ice cream!" he opened his palm to reveal the treat. "Don't you want some? Papa will give you some, yeah?"

Baby looked skeptical now, and at that moment, he resembled you so much—accusing eyes, pursed lips, exactly like the expression you would pull when you were unsure of what Satoru might do next. He almost chuckled at the resemblance, feeling giddy.

"C'mon, forgive me, yeah?" he patted his son's little beanie and offered his hand for him to take, eyes crinkling in fondness. "Now, here comes your treat, come closer?"

Your baby crawled closer, seemingly accepting him, and Satoru was all smiles, until—

Whack!

It happened in a flash. He could have avoided it, but he was too taken aback. The pain exploded in his jaw, so intense that he grunted loudly.

"What the—?! You... you—! You kicked me— in the face!"

[finelinevogue]

pancakes for two

summary - seeing your niece for the first time

word count - ~1k

pairing - husband!harry x reader

You made pancakes for breakfast on a Saturday.

It was a routine at this point and would be rude not to have pancakes after your morning jog with Harry.

Harry tended to make himself banana pancakes, because he hated not having some fruit in there somehow, but you were all for the nutella and other loaded toppings.

You had both just finished your pancakes, dirty plates on the coffee table in front of you and cups of tea to hand as you watched ‘This Morning’ on ITV.

Even after having been on a run and eaten pancakes, your day was about to get so much better.

“Remind me that I need to pick up more loo roll the next time I go to the shops.” You said to Harry.

“Thought we bought loads?”

His free hand rested on your ankle from where your legs were stretched out on his lap.

“Yeah, but we gave a lot to Gem remember?”

“Oh shit, yes. We can go later if you want? I’ll take you?” He offered.

“The last thing I want to do is leave the house on the one day where you’re not busy preparing for baby number 4.” You laughed, taking a sip of your Yorkshire Gold tea.

“Baby number 4?” It was Harry’s turn to chuckle.

“Album? Baby? Same thing. They’re all your children.”

He tapped your ankle playfully.

Harry had been working so hard on planning for the next phase of his career and you were so happy to see him get excited and creative again.

Music is where he thrived and it was a joy to watch him work. However it did mean he was gone more than you wanted him to be, so quiet weekends like this were absolutely necessary.

Harry missed you just as much and he was constantly lucky that it was you waiting for him at home.

He’d been working so hard that he hadn’t even had a moment to see his sister since she gave birth.

It was only a week ago, but Gemma was still recovering and requested that the three of them just had some quiet time to let the new reality to settle in.

Now, Harry was restless to see his niece.

You scrolled through your phone when it suddenly made a Ring doorbell noise.

“Yes! I bet that’s my Waterstones parcel.” You said excitedly, sitting up and setting your tea on the coffee table.

“Another one?”

You hit Harry’s thigh playfully, “Shut up!” Although he did have a valid point.

You waited for the doorbell to ring, before jumping up and making your way to the front. You made a note to shout at Harry for - yet again - leaving his coat on the banister and not put back on coat rack.

You unlocked and opened the door, expecting the delivery guy but were met with Gemma, Michal and baby instead.

“Oh my God!” You shouted, cupping your hands over your mouth in shock.

“Surprise!” Gemma laughed, baby carrier on Michal’s arm and baby bags too.

You started tearing up then, emotional over how beautiful Gemma was after recently giving birth. She was glowing and looked incredible. They both looked so happy too.

“Y/N/N?” Harry called your nickname.

He rounded the corner only to stop short.

“Look who showed up.” You allowed the tears to drop down your face.

“Hey, bro.” Gemma smiled.

“Hi, H!” Michal smiled at Gemma’s smile.

Harry, ever the emotional man, broke down in little sobs then. He pouted when he cried and probably had the same thoughts as you initially did.

“Come in. Come on.” You ushered them in.

You gave Gemma a big hug first, squeezing her but not too tight, and kissed her cheeks.

Then you hugged Michal, careful to avoid all his extra baggage.

“How are you?” You asked Michal, as Gemma went over to speak and probably console Harry.

“Tired, but never been happier.” He genuinely smiled.

“Can I take anything from you?”

“No, I’m just going to dump them here if that’s okay?” He motioned to the space in the hall.

“Of course, go ahead.”

“You want a tea? Coffee?” You offered.

“Coffee, please. No sugar. Gem will probably just have water.”

You nodded and walked through the hallway and into the kitchen. Gemma and Harry were still hugging, softly talking to one another. You left them to it, not wanting to disrupt the siblings reunion.

You wiped your own tears with your sweater, before pottering around the kitchen.

“So let me see my niece then!” You demanded as Michal placed the carrier on the kitchen island.

He opened the visor and you had to choke back a sob as you saw how small your new niece was - your new best friend.

“Oh my God.” You whispered.

“I know. I keep having the same reaction, even now.” Michal chuckled.

Gemma and Harry walked in a few seconds later - Harry with red eyes and Gemma smiling like a madwoman.

You leaned forwards and brushed your finger over your nieces tiny bunched fist. Her skin was so soft and she didn’t budge at all with the tap from you.

“She’s beautiful, guys.” You whispered.

“She really is.” Gemma agreed.

“She’s a Styles if I ever saw one. No offence Michal.”

“None taken.” Michal genuinely didn’t seem offended.

You stepped back to let Harry have a gaze over his new niece, wrapped in her blankets and knitted bonnets. There were so many blankets you wondered whether she was cooking underneath them all!

It wasn’t your turn to know anything about kids or parenting though, yet, so you weren’t going to question anything.

Harry approached his niece and softly caressed over her small hand and over her quite chubby cheeks.

You cupped a hand over your mouth as you teared up from watching Harry interact with a baby.

“It’s too much!” You cried, laughing like an idiot.

Gemma and Michal watched you with soft expressions.

Harry moved towards you then, “Hey. What’s up?” He asked, pulling you in for a big hug. The best hugs.

“I think i’ve got a heavy case of baby fever right now.”

Harry pulled you away a bit to read your face, “You do?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay.” He smiled.

“Okay, what?” You stepped back.

“Let’s try. For a baby, I mean.”

“Really?” You eyes filled with tears. “You mean it?”

“A baby with you? It would make all those birthday and shooting star wishes come true.”

[heavenlyraindrops]

Hello! can you see a girl reader who wants to be perfect in everything (in appearance, in weight and in work) and cries if someone bypasses her? characters: adam or lucifer :)

“ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ” ——> ᴀᴅᴀᴍ & ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ——> ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.2ᴋ | ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀꜱꜱᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ

warnings: profanity, mentions of not eating (? Idk)

A/N: omds my first request! thanks anon, hope this is on par with what you were hoping for! Soz if I got anything wrong/ misinterpreted the request :(

——> Lucifer:

You smoothed your hands down your sides, eyes locking onto the reflection in the mirror and assessing the dress you were wearing. You were due to visit Charlie and the Hotel- she was holding some event- soon with your husband. 

But you knew you couldn’t. Not right then, in that state of mind. 

Your muscles ached with hours of stress and overworking yourself, the eye bags that carved shadows into your face from the lack of sleep hidden by your makeup. You loathed the way you looked- not because it was ugly, you were beautiful enough- but because it wasn’t perfect enough. 

You were worried you weren’t good enough for Lucifer. You were worried you weren’t as good as her. Lilith. 

Be anything, you’d think. Be anything you want. Just be better than her. 

You knew this sort of mindset wasn’t healthy, but you craved to be like her, to be better. Her figure, her looks, her success. Whenever you were with Lucifer, you felt like the shadow of her loomed over you, foreboding, ominous. And no amount of his kisses and affirmations could make it go away.

Of course, it wasn’t just Lilith- you were an obsessive perfectionist at heart. Your desire to be perfect already had its grip on you, but then you saw her and you realized that you weren’t at the top. You weren’t the best, as long as she was there. And it crushed you.

Sometimes you’d go without food. Sometimes you’d go without sleep. Sometimes Lucifer would kiss you and tell you he loved you and then your eyes would fall onto her portrait, gleaming in the shadows, and every ounce of warmth would rush out of your body.

Three knocks sounded on the bathroom door, and you flinched out of your haze of misery. 

“Angel?” His voice drifted in through the door. “You okay in there?”

No. No. Not now. Tears threatened to spill over. You clenched your fists, nails digging into your palm. Of course my brain decided to make me have a breakdown now. Perfect timing. 

You opened your mouth, to speak, your chest clenching as you tried to keep your voice steady. “I…” you trailed off suddenly, clamping your lips together after hearing your own voice. “I’m fine.”

A beat for silence. “You’re not fine. Open the door.”

You did, hoping to god your face didn’t betray how you felt. His arms were crossed, sleeves rolled up and coat and hat off. You shrunk in on yourself as his frown deepened once he saw your face. 

“What’s wrong?” He said, gently, quietly, as if you would break. “You’ve been acting off lately.” His hand searched for yours to hold. Eyes soft and concerned. Your heart tore.

And then the dam broke. You slumped your tears rushing like a huge tidal wave, the storm behind your eyes pouring out and suffocating you. 

Within moments his arms surrounded your shaking shoulders, as you curled into his shoulder, your body racked with sobs. “Hush,” he soothed, stroking your hair away. His body was tense under his shirt, you noticed as you clutched the fabric, and you suddenly felt a jolt of nausea. You pushed him away. 

“Don’t look at me,” you sobbed, hiding your face in your hands as you curled in on yourself on the cold tiles. 

“Why?” Lucifer said, voice beseeching you to listen. He took hold of your wrists, pulling them away from your face. “[name], just talk to me.”

You sniffled, face burning as he cupped your face in his hands. “Cause I look hideous,” you muttered. His eyes swept over you, taking you in thoughtfully. 

“You don’t look hideous.”

“Yes I do,” you choked out, and he sighed, his breath skimming your nose. “I’m not good enough.” The words tumbled out of you as you struggled to rein them in, to control your tongue. “I need to be perfect, but-“

“Hey, hey,” he said, firmly, shushing you. “Who said you need to be perfect? Who said you aren’t already?”

You blinked at him. “Huh? I- no one-“

“Then shut up,” he muttered, pressing his lips to your forehead. “You’re already beautiful, understood? You’re the most perfect person I’ve ever met. You don’t need to be any better.”

Your heart swelled, tears drying on your face as you took in the way he looked at you. You pulled him in for a kiss before quickly wiping your eyes. Mascara smeared on the side of your hand, and you cursed, stumbling up.

He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you out of the bathroom. “Not now, darling,” he murmured, pulling you back into the bedroom. “Worry about that later.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “We’re probably late now and-“

“We’re not going,” he said, and held open his arms, legs pressed to the side of the bed. Without thinking, you immediately crawled into his arms. 

You closed your eyes, the steady beat of his heart calming you, the warmth radiating from his body engulfing you. His voice rumbled against your hair. “I love you, got that?”

“I love you too.”

——> Adam:

“Babe, you need to start fucking eating more.”

Your eyes locked with Adam’s behind you in the mirror as you ran your hands down your sides, tracing your figure. You hated it- so much, because you knew you weren’t good enough. Mediocre at best- and you couldn’t stand that. 

I’m a Winner. I need to be perfect. For Heaven, for myself. You met Adam’s eyes again. For Adam. 

He’d had two wives before you. What if you weren’t enough?

And on the other hand, there was Lute. God, you wanted to be her so bad. You’d always been number two to her, in your own mind at least, and it was slowly driving you insane. Her voice, her body, hair, skills, everything about her screamed unique, cool, original, individualistic- you could have gone on forever. And you, in comparison, were just… plain.

The mere thought clawed at you like a wild, desperate animal. Your husband’s eyes in the mirror held concern for you- concern that made your stomach churn. 

“I’m fine. Aren’t you going to eat dinner?”

He rolled his eyes. “The fuck’s the point of eating dinner alone when you’re right here?” 

You fought to keep your voice calm as his gaze pierced through you, your shoulders sinking. “I’m not hungry.” As if on cue, your stomach grumbled. 

He ran a hand through his brown hair, fluffing it up, exasperated. You flushed as he grabbed your waist, pulling you in, before his hand fell to your hip and squeezed. 

“Goddammit, [name], you think I don’t fucking know what you’re doing? It’s obvious you’re starving yourself.” He pressed a kiss to your neck and you pushed him away gently. 

“Starving is an overstatement,” you said weakly, and your stomach grumbled again. He pinched your cheek furiously. 

“What are you even gonna fuckin’ get outta this?”

You hugged your sides, a lump forming in your throat at the angry look on his face. “Are you mad at me?”

The furious expression etched across his face fell immediately? “Huh? What? No.” His face fell even more as you turned away, rubbing your eyes. “I’m just mad you think you need to stop eating for whatever reason-“

“Whatever reason?” You bit out. “Look at me, Adam! I’m not enough. I need to be perfect. I can’t-“

“You are perfect,” he said flatly. You froze, looking at him. Your own ragged breathing was the only thing you heard, apart from the ticking of the clock. He stared back. You knew he wasn’t good at comforting- so you also knew he wasn’t saying this for your own benefit. 

“I’m not,” you forced out the words, “I’m not good enough.” You gestured to him, then around you. “For you, for everyone. I’m not the best version of myself, I can’t-“

“For fucks sake,” he snapped, cupping your face in his hands and roughly pulling you in for a kiss, tongue immediately swiping over your lips. He pulled away, breath hot on your face.“If you weren’t good I wouldn’t have fuckin’ married you.”

The sincereness lining the rough edges of his tone set it in for you, and you kissed back before he pulled away, and he linked his arm with yours and dragged you into the kitchen, huffing. 

You flopped down onto the kitchen table where he left you before he returned with a plate of food, sitting opposite you. He propped himself up on his elbows and quirked an eyebrow. 

“Eat,” he said.

You did.

“Good?”

You nodded, wolfing down some more. He chuckled, and leaned over, kissing your forehead. 

“Love you. Don’t fuckin’ forget that.”

You sighed, then smiled. “Love you too.” 

[alexendria-rose]

Hiii , it's me again 😅 , I have a sherlock request, I always got curious on how sherlock would be if his girlfriend/ wife was in labor in giving birth , I really want to read about it , would he like detect everything, would be be nervous, anxious? Also the reader was already scared of getting pregnant cause the responsibility and the pain of the birth , and if you could like describe what Sherlock is doing while she goes through labor and Birth cause really most of these fics skip through it all .

Thanks ❤️

Love this little life~

Sherlock Holmes x Pregnant!Reader

A/n: I love this! Also sorry for the long delay. It’s been a crazy month! Hope you enjoy my love.

“Sherlock Holmes what are you doing?” Y/n giggled leaning against the doorframe of John’s old room- looking down at her husband putting the crib together. Or better yet anything in his sight together. He was nervous but he wouldn’t dare say it out loud and when he tended to get stressed if he didn’t know what to expect. Sherlock moved his head up a screwdriver in his hand- his eyebrows furrowed confused by her question.

“Getting the crib together? I thought you were smarter than this.” He mumbled looking back at the dissembled crib trying to rack his brain. Y/n just smirked and shook her head.

“Making comments about being smart when you don’t even know how to put a crib together.” She teased placing a hand on her swollen belly before wobbling her way into the room. Sherlock head shot up as he playfully glared at her.

“Shut up.” He groaned- she started to try to sit down on the floor next to him but was struggling, Sherlock immediately dropped his things and went by her side guiding her down. “Darling- why are you so goddamn stubborn.” She just giggled as she finally was able to sit down on the floor criss crossed.

“I can do things for myself- thank you.” She grinned brightly- Sherlock just rolled his eyes but the small smile was still there. She watched as he continued to try to build the stupid thing- she watched as he talked himself through it; she can see the frustration in his eyes. “Are you okay?” Sherlock moved his head to look into his wife’s eyes sensing the warmth and comfort in them.

“No- this damn crib doesn’t make sense.” He huffed- she laughed lightly shaking her head.

“Oh not even a genius sociopath can build a crib- I don’t think anyone can.”

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Sherlock was all over the place for the last week of her suppose due date. He was cleaning like a mad man- and everyone knew that Sherlock Holmes did not in fact clean. He was organizing all of his things- making sure everything was baby proof (all the experiments that y/n told him to put away years ago) was now all out of reach- and don’t even forget about all the baby books that piled up on his desk. He even had a certain room in his mind palace for all things baby which yes he had to delate some useless information that was automatically space related- which he knew John was going to laugh at him for but he didn’t care as long as his kid was safe and he tried to be a good dad he would do anything.

“Hey honey?” Y/n called out from the living room while Sherlock was cleaning the dishes in the kitchen making sure everything was spotless. Sherlock stopped what he was doing before walking into the living room to see Y/n holding her stomach and liquid dripping down her leg- she looked scared as she stared at him. “I think William is definitely on his way.” Sherlock immediately went into shock mode- he didn’t move a single muscle trying to calculate what his next move was- he read all of the parenting books but for the life of him he couldn’t remember what. He was frozen in place.

“U-Um I uh-“ Sherlock muttered- his brain going into overdrive which was insane for him to do. He usually knew what to do but in this case did not.

“Get the bag from the room.” She said softly taking a big inhale and exhale when one of the contractions. Sherlock rushed out of the living room grabbing the prepared pack bag from their shared bedroom- his brain finally up to speed as all the information in his head started processing. Sherlock ran back to his wife side as she could barely walk- well more like wobble.

“Okay- so the book said to keep breathing.” Sherlock instructed as she escorted her out of 221B- and into a taxi. Y/n gave Sherlock a slight glare- apparently not the right thing to say at this time. Sherlock wanted to laugh at her glare but decided to keep it to himself. They crawl into the taxi and another contraction- she tilts her head back breathing in deeply as the taxi begins to take them to their destination.

“Fuck!” She groaned in pain- Sherlock panicked and smoothed her hair down; knowing that was another way his wife could stay calm. She sighed softly leaning her back against Sherlock as he continued to run his fingers through her hair calming down her nerves and her pain. She felt uncomfortable of course but having Sherlock there definitely helped. They make it to St. barts Sherlock rushed out of the taxi before helping his wife out of the taxi as well.

Y/n gripped onto Sherlock hand tightly while she lay on the hospital bed and was about to give birth to their baby boy- Sherlock let her grip onto his hand as tightly as she wanted. Sherlock kept staring at his beautiful wife as she pushed. She was radiant- he never thought he would find her more beautiful but he was wrong. Even though she was sweaty, and struggling; she was more beautiful than he’s ever seen her and when he heard their baby’s first cry his heart swelled. The way her face lit up when she heard his cry. The doctor smiled widely as he handed their little one to y/n- she immediately went into mother mode and cradled her baby. Sherlock leaned over to take a look at William face- he already had some hair on top of his head curly already which made a chuckle escape his throat; his eyes were bright blue but he looked so much like y/n. Y/n sniffled giving William a small kiss on his head.

“He’s beautiful.” Sherlock muttered afraid of his voice went any higher that everyone could tell the emotions that was laced in his voice. He wasn’t used to a lot of emotions, it bugged him that he had it and everytime he felt it he would hear his brother in the back of his head but with y/n and now their little baby boy he couldn’t help himself. He never imagined a life like this for himself, but here he was. Y/n looked up at Sherlock seeing the subtle tears in his eyes- she can tell he was deep in thought, she grabbed his hand with her free hand giving it a light squeeze.

“We made our little miracle.” She breathed out using her free hand to wipe the tear that fell down Sherlock cheek a smile on her tired face. Sherlock sniffled lightly before crawling onto the bed next to her leaning his head ontop of hers as she stared at their little one.

“We did- William Hamish Holmes.” He chuckled lightly running his thumb against William’s cheek- their baby cooing as he did so, a small baby smile sneaking out. Y/n giggled lightly looking at Sherlock. “Can I?” Sherlock asked indicating to hold his new born.

“My love- you are the dad you don’t have to ask.” She laughed lightly before handing over William to Sherlock, his eyes widen at the feeling of him being so light and so small. He was suddenly scared to drop him and she could tell. “You’re okay, just cradle him. You’re not going to drop him.” She whispered lightly placing a hand on his shoulder. Sherlock did exactly what she said and finally felt safe enough to hold him, a wide grin on his face- this is what love was and to think he thought it was a defect for so long; how silly he was to think he almost skipped out on this. He had a wife so understanding, and now William who literally was the only one besides y/n to make his heart grow even bigger.

“I love you- both of you so much and I’m going to do everything in my power to protect you both.” Sherlock whispered lightly before looking at his wife’s bright eyes.

“I love you too- then you’re already doing a fantastic job.” Y/n whispered back- she leaned over and captured Sherlock in a soft kiss to let him know that he had this- to know that she absolutely adored this little sociopath that she fell so hard for him; here’s to another chapter of new love.

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Hope you enjoyed!! Sorry it’s so short. This was my first giving birth x reader lol.

[avatar-anna]

Shopping Spree

i keep seeing videos of parents taking their kids to target and letting them buy whatever they want as long as it fits in their little shopping cart, and i just had to do that for my favorite family!

Young dad!Harry x Young mom!Reader universe

“Okay, Maeve, you know the rules, you can get whatever you want, as long as it fits in the shopping cart.”

Maeve nodded, her little four year old hands gripping her shopping cart like she didn’t need the instructions and just wanted to get started. Still, she smiled at where Y/n was holding her phone up to film. Her nose crinkled as she moved from foot to foot. “Yes, Mama. I know.”

“Alright then. Go crazy, my love.”

Giggling, Maeve set off down the main aisle. “Makeup section first!”

“Makeup section? She—She’s four she doesn’t need—”

Y/n turned her phone camera toward her husband for a moment. “Anything she wants, remember?”

Harry was the one who suggested this little shopping spree. Ever since the world began to open up again, Y/n and Harry started letting the kids out of the house more. They were adjusting to the normal world again after being locked up, wearing masks to school, washing their hands, making new friends, dealing with the separation from their parents after being with them 24/7 for so long. Everyone except Maeve, who Harry and Y/n were told was having a hard time at school socially. She didn’t want to participate in class and cried throughout the day, sometimes wouldn’t let Julian play with the other children, and not making any effort to make friends. “It’s not uncommon. Lots of children are struggling to adjust, and she’s just used to a specific way of living,” her preschool teacher said when she asked for a meeting with Y/n and Harry. 

So to cheer Maeve up, Harry decided she needed a shopping spree. Y/n all but rolled her eyes at the suggestion, but he insisted that retail therapy worked wonders for him. She finally caved, but only until they agreed on finding other ways to help out as well. Harry just kissed his wife before putting his wallet in his bacl pocket. “Well duh. Now come on. Today’s gonna be great.”

So now they were trailing behind their four year old as she pushed her little red shopping cart. 

“Ooh. This looks pretty!” Maeve said, grabbing an eyeshadow palette with all sorts of sparkly pink and purple shades and dropping it into the cart.

Maeve continued on, working through the makeup section, the clothes, where she found some very cute sunglasses and a denim jacket, then the toy section. The three of them spent a lot of time in the toy aisles. Barbie dolls, a Rapunzel costume, plush candy hearts, and—

“Shopkins we have to get Shopkins,” she said, reaching on her tip toes for a collection of toys in bright pink plastic wrapping.

“You’re running out of space there, sweet pea,” Harry said, eyeing the cart. It was his idea to let his daughter roam free throughout the store, but he didn’t expect her to fill the cart so much. Or be so good at fitting everything just right.

“It’s fine,” Maeve said, then continued on to the next aisle.

Before long, Maeve was stuck with making decisions on what to keep in the cart and what to leave behind. Which Barbie to keep, where to fit that stuffed animal. For a moment, Maeve stood and stared at all the things she piled into her shopping cart, another box in her hands. Then, she turned to Harry.

“You can just hold this one,” she said, handing the box over to him.

Harry nearly took it from his daughter’s outstretched hand before Y/n stepped in. “Hang on there, Maeve. Those weren’t the rules,” she said, trying to hide her laughter.

Maeve pouted at her for a moment, and unsurprisingly, so did Harry. But then she shrugged and switched out one box so she could fit the other one in and carried on.

“Tyrant,” Harry muttered.

“Pushover,” Y/n muttered back, then kissed his cheek.

As they were heading back to the front of the store, Maeve stopped as she saw a pair of sparkly blue shoes hanging up on a rack that was well within her reach. She immediately grabbed a pair, and Y/n almost said she didn’t have any room for the shoes when Maeve simply hooked them onto something else in the cart. “There! All done!”

Harry had to hide his face in Y/n’s shoulder so he wouldn’t laugh loudly and bring attention to them. Y/n covered her mouth with her hand as she giggled quietly and continued to film. She had to hand it to her daughter, she was as crafty as Y/n was and as willing to do anything to buy what she wanted as Harry. A perfect mix of the two.

Maeve strolled up to the cash register, slipping some last minute candy into her cart before she began placing her things on the conveyor belt. She had a smile on her face the whole time, especially when the cashier marveled at all of the things she’d crammed into the little shopping cart. Harry had to admit that he hadn’t seen his daughter this excited or social in a long time. Maeve showed the older woman behind the counter all the things she found, pulled out the bills from the pockets of her little jean shorts that Harry gave to her a few aisles back, and put the change in the brand new purse she bought once the woman handed it over to her.

Y/n and Harry helped Maeve get her bags into her shopping cart, and all three of them waved goodbye to the cashier as they left the store. Maeve skipped the whole way, ecstatic about all the things she bought all by herself. When they got to the car, Harry lifted her up and into his arms and kissed her cheek.

“Have fun today, peach?”

Maeve nodded. “I got so much stuff!”

Harry helped her into her car seat while Y/n slid into the passenger seat. She turned back to look at Maeve, who was already asking Harry to open toys sealed in plastic. “You know, Maeve,” she said. “There’s some really cool stuff you could show to your classmates, don’t you think?”

“I guess,” she said, not sounding particularly excited or daunted by the task. “I think I’ll just show Collette and JuJu.”

“Why don’t you want to show your friends at school, peach?” Harry asked, smoothing her hair back.

“I don’t need friends. I have JuJu and Collette and Simone and Mommy and Daddy,” she said, kicking her feet in her car seat.

Harry glanced back at Y/n, who just motioned for him to continue. She got the ball rolling, now it was up to him to take it home. He looked back at Maeve and gave her a small smile. “I love that you love your brother and sisters, Maeve, but there’s some really nice boys and girls at your preschool that could be your friends too.���

“Everyone already has friends at school.” Maeve said, looking down at her hands.

“Well, who do you sit next to during circle time?” Y/n asked.

“JuJu.”

“Okay…so maybe you and Jules can sit next to another kid during circle time,” Harry said, kissing her forehead. “You are the coolest four year old I know, and your family is so lucky because we get to see that all the time, but I think all those kids in your preschool class should be lucky too.”

Maeve was quiet, her brow furrowed as she thought about what Harry said. Both Harry and Y/n watched with bated breath, not sure where to go from here if she said no. Y/n had brought up seeing a specialist, but Harry wasn’t sure that was necessary yet, thinking she just needed to come out of her shell. And maybe they would have to have Maeve start seeing a behavior specialist, Harry would do anything to make his baby happy and healthy, but he didn’t think they were there yet.

“I think that would be okay,” Maeve finally said. “But not Samuel. He picks his nose. Bleh.”

Harry chuckled and kissed her again. “Not Samuel, then. Someone else. Maybe someone who likes Rapunzel like you do.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

Y/n’s grin was wide as Harry slid into the driver’s seat. He buckled himself in, then lifted his hand up toward her. She high-fived him and held his hand as he pulled away from the parking lot and began the drive home. Squeezing his hand, she turned up the music on the radio with the other, then murmured to him so Maeve couldn’t hear, “Another excellent parenting moment.”

“We could write a book,” Harry mused.

“Mm. How to raise six—six—children,” Y/n said, correcting him when he tried to imply they might raise more than six children in the future. That would not be happening. “How to raise six children during the pandemic when you were already living in secret.”

Harry pouted, but Y/n let him. Then, he said, “Might have to work on the title. It’s a little clunky.”

“You’re a little clunky.”

“Oh. Very mature.”

“Mommy, can we make pizza tonight?”

Y/n looked back to where Maeve was holding one of her new stuffed animals. “Of course we can, peach. What are you going to do at school tomorrow?”

“Sit with JuJu and someone else during circle time.”

“And snack time?” Harry added.

“Don’t push it,” Maeve said.

“All right, all right,” Harry said. Then, quietly to his wife, he said, “If only she was that sharp at school.”

Y/n giggled. “Give it time. She’s our baby. She’ll be just fine.”

“Can we do that again tomorrow?”

At a red light, Harry and Y/n shared a look. They were both thinking the same thing, but only Harry said, “We’ve possibly created a monster.”

[in-my-feels-probably]

MY HUSBAND CARMEN OMFG PLEAZE CARMEN X READER ALREADY IN A RELATIONSHIP AND IM JUST IMAGINING READER HAVING LIKE TJE WORST DAY POSSIBLE AND LIKE FUCKING EVERYTHING UP AT THE RESTAURANT AND JUSG LIKE PRACTICALLY IN TEARS BY THE END OF THEIR DAY AND CARMEN LIKE GIVES HER A MASSAGE AND TAKES CARE OF HER AND MAYBE LIKE SOME SWEET INTERACTIONS WITH THE OTHERS AT THE RESTAURANT IF IGS OKAY

Mishaps and Bear Hugs

Request: MY HUSBAND CARMEN OMFG PLEAZE CARMEN X READER ALREADY IN A RELATIONSHIP AND IM JUST IMAGINING READER HAVING LIKE TJE WORST DAY POSSIBLE AND LIKE FUCKING EVERYTHING UP AT THE RESTAURANT AND JUSG LIKE PRACTICALLY IN TEARS BY THE END OF THEIR DAY AND CARMEN LIKE GIVES HER A MASSAGE AND TAKES CARE OF HER AND MAYBE LIKE SOME SWEET INTERACTIONS WITH THE OTHERS AT THE RESTAURANT IF IGS OKAY

Hi! Sorry for the wait. I’m still getting used to writing Carmy’s character, so bear with me while I get the hang of it. Thank you for the request, this is a cute idea. I hope you enjoy it!

(Warnings: a shitty pun in the title, swearing, slight injury, a bad day, let me know if i missed anything)

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“I’m gonna fucking kill Richie,” you said as you walked back into the kitchen, taking a deep breathe.

“You can’t kill him if he isn’t here,” Marcus called over as he loaded his trays of bread onto the racks.

“I’ll kill him tomorrow, then,” you said, walking over to Tina’s station. “Tina, I am begging you to work the register for a little bit. Richie called out, and I’m going to lose my mind if one more asshole walks in here and tries some shit. I’ll do your work for you, please—”

Tina laughed, putting her knife down. “Alright, alright, we can switch. You’re taking the heat if I slap someone, though.”

“Thank you, thank you,” you sighed in relief, pulling an apron over your head.

Tina nodded, walking through the kitchen doors and into the front of house.

You went back to Tina’s duties, chopping up the vegetables she hadn’t finished. You put a pot on the stove, turning on the burner. You added all the vegetables to the pot, looking around for any stock to boil them down in.

“Sydney, do you know where the stock is? I thought I brought it out this morning.”

“Walk-in, top shelf,” Marcus said, pointing. “Sorry, I thought you were done with it and I put it up.”

“That’s fine, thanks,” you sighed, going to the walk-in.

Of course it had to be on the top shelf. The one thing you needed, just out of reach. You stood on your toes, pulling it down. You managed to get it down off the shelf, but as you adjusted your grip on it when you turned to leave, the lid slipped and the container fell to the floor.

Luckily, the container didn’t turn over and spill. But it did send the stock spurting up at the impact, splashing you. Your apron took the brunt of the impact, but it still splashed up into your hair, coating your shoes.

You groaned, opened the door with your back and pushed through, the container now in your hands. “Marcus! When you put shit back, could you at least make sure the lid is on tight?”

Marcus took one look at you and stifled a laugh, biting his tongue. “Shit, I'm sorry. Need me to grab a towel?”

“Yes,” you muttered, returning to your vegetables.

As you looked in the bottom of the pan, you realized they had begun to blacken on the bottom from not having any liquid in the pot with them. You had taken too long with the stock, and now the vegetables were likely ruined and would need to be re-chopped and boiled.

You groaned, reaching for the handles of the pot to take it off the stove. When your hand touched the pot, it immediately singed your fingers, making you quickly retract them.

“Fuck!” You said, blowing on them to try and stop the heat of the burn. “God, that hurts.”

At all the commotion and the sound of your distressed voice, the door to Carmy’s office opened. He peeked his head out, only to see you standing by the stove, clutching your hand to your chest, fresh tears brewing in your eyes and threatening to fall.

“Hey,” he said softly, coming up to you and holding you by your shoulders. “What happened?”

You scoffed, nearly laughing with anger. What hadn’t happened? What hadn’t gone wrong?

“What happened? What happened is Richie didn’t show up to work, so I had to take his shift on the register. And then a man and his buddies came in and told me I was shit at my job because I couldn’t ring up their five hundred fucking sandwiches they ordered fast enough. So, Tina switched with me and I chopped up her vegetables she had left and put them in a pot. I was gonna boil them down in a stock, but the stock was on the top shelf in the walk-in. I got it down, but the lid wasn’t on tight enough, so it slipped when I got it down and splashed all over me and my hair and my shoes. I went to check the vegetables, and they had already burned to the bottom of the pot because I didn’t get the stock quick enough, so I went to pull the pot off the stove and burned the fuck out of my hand. I’m just having such a shit day, I can’t do anything right, I’m fucking it up for all of you—”

Carmy gently shushed you, taking the towel Marcus had brought over and wiping any stock he could see off of you.

“It’s fine, Y/N, it’s alright. It’s nothing we can’t fix. I don’t care about the stock, I care about that burn. Come with me, alright?”

You shook your head, groaning. “No, I made a mess and I need to clean it—“

Sydney interrupted you, already moving to fix the stock. “Go get your hand checked out, we’ve got this. It’s alright, really.”

“Sorry about the lid,” Marcus said, clapping you on the shoulder.

You shook your head, letting out a breath. “It’s fine. Thanks, guys.”

You let Carmy lead you into his office, staying quiet as he pulled out a first aid kit. He held your hand in his, turning it over to get a good look at the burn.

“It’s not bad. I’m gonna wrap it, though. Does it hurt?”

You shook your head. “It’s not that bad. It hurts less than my pride, that’s for sure.”

Carmy let out a chuckle as he wrapped your hand, finishing and moving his hand up to smooth over your hair. “You’ve got stock in your hair.”

You knew he was just teasing, and that he didn’t mean anything bad by it, but you could still feel tears well up again. Carmy sighed, pulling you into a hug. He let a hand rest on the back of your head, the other running up and down your back.

“Today fucking sucks,” you muttered into his shoulder. “I’m gonna kill Richie tomorrow.”

“Then who would work the register?” He joked, making you huff.

You pulled back, and Carmy brought a hand up to cup your cheek, wiping away some dried stock. He left his palm there, and you leaned into it, taking a deep breath.

“You’re alright, baby. Shitty day, I know. Tomorrow will be better.”

“That’s eerily optimistic coming from you,” you grinned, making Carmy smile.

“I didn’t say it would be better for me,” he said, bending down to put away the first aid kit. “But it’ll be better for you. Richie will be back, and you can yell at him tomorrow. I’ll put you with Marcus, he’s doing cakes tomorrow. You can help him, alright?”

You nodded, moving to wrap your arms around his waist. Your voice was quiet, defeated. “Thank you.”

Carmy pressed a kiss to the top of your head, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. He gently rocked you back and forth, and you could instantly feel yourself ease in his hold.

“You’re welcome, baby.”

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A/N - Hi! Sorry this is a little short, I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for the request!

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Okay but JJ and Audrey’s first time having sex once the IUD is removed 🥵 the dirty talk alone omg

🥵

18+ below the cut, MDNI

JJ drove her to the appointment and waited with her to be called back. She could’ve easily done it herself, but he wanted them to do it together. They’re in this together, they’re going to make a baby together, and in his mind that process started now.

They have a few things to take care of after the appointment, JJ needed to check in with the charter and the store, and Audrey had a meeting with her editor that she took in his office while he’s busy. She ran into her brother and niece afterwards, JJ wrangling the one year old as she ran through the store, shrieking as her Uncle JJ, which comes out as more babble than anything, chased behind her.

He caught her about the time Audrey stepped out and the way that man tickled and held their niece just does things to her. Thoughts of him playing with their own kids making her a little warm. John B’s exhausted as he leaned against the counter, rubbing his face and eyes, his daughter going through a bit of a set back sleep wise as she grows and matures and he’s pretty sure he’s been awake since at least four am.

“You guys wanna take her for the night?” John B yawned widely, half kidding as his sister leaned beside him, “Let us get some rest?”

Audrey shook her head no. Normally one to jump at the chance to take the little girl for the night, she had plans tonight that do not involve having a child anywhere near their house. She felt herself grow warmer just thinking about it, and she attempted to shift in what she hoped was a discrete way. “Sorry JB, we’ve got adult things to do tonight.”

John B blanched, shaking his head, “Oh, gross. Do you have to tell me that?”

Audrey didn’t respond, her entire brain going fuzzy as JJ spun the little girl before they both fell down, the blonde letting his niece climb all over him.

She was quiet the entire drive back, JJ’s hand along her thigh making her even hotter, and by the time they get back to the house and JJ pulled into the garage, it took everything she had not to jump him the moment the door is closed.

They made it inside and JJ hung the keys up on the little key rack she got them a few years back, one of the first things they bought together for this house. Audrey planned on them having a nice dinner, maybe starting a movie before they got distracted and made their way to the bedroom, but it’s barley five now, and the only thing she wanted was her husband’s cock.

JJ was oblivious to his overheated wife, moving slowly through the hallway and mud room to the kitchen, looking for something to eat or snack on until they decided what to do for dinner. Standing in front of the refrigerator, he was only slightly surprised when Audrey wrapped her arms around his waist, hands flat on his chest as she pressed to his back.

He squeezed her hand, pulling it from his chest to kiss her fingers and just as he’s about to reach for the weird creamy dip thing she bought a few days ago, she palmed him over his shorts.

“Oh?”

Audrey kissed between his shoulder blades, squeezing him again, her fingers gently coaxing him to attention, feeling him harden slightly under her hand. “Get me pregnant, J,” she all but moaned into his neck and the refrigerator door slammed quickly before he had her in his arms.

They made it just to the other side of the island before he scooped her up, Audrey gasping in surprise, arms wrapped around his neck as he carried her to the stairs. She expected him to drop her there, but he doesn’t put her down until they’re in their room, the soft mattress hitting her back as he puts her down there.

JJ wasted no time in shedding his clothes and her own, his lips finding every part of her exposed skin, hands running across her breasts and shoulders, dipping across her hips and between her legs. She’s been dripping since they were at the store and JJ groaned when discovered it. “How long you been like this, baby?”

“Awhile,” Audrey’s mouth fell open as he slipped two fingers inside of her, curling them immediately. “Fuck, J…”

JJ hummed as he played, his other hand sliding up her leg to rest along her belly button, fingers spreading out across her stomach, “Gonna get you pregnant. You’re going to be so swollen and full of me, just the thought of you growing has me so hard.”

Audrey whined as he pulled his fingers, her lower lip trapped between her teeth as she watched him lick his fingers clean, and while she never said no to oral sex, she shook her head when he started to lower himself, “Give me a baby, JJ.”

JJ was a moaning mess when he slipped inside of her, hovering above as he sank in, hand reaching for her thigh as she grabbed him by the shoulders, both of them moaning when he drug her leg over his hip. Despite them having had sex countless times over the years, Audrey couldn’t help but feel different this time is. Even after their time together when she got out of the hospital, or the time they spent an entire weekend in a hotel in South America, or even after they got back to Kildare after their brief trip to Morocco, none of those times were quite as different as this one.

JJ groaned and whispered into her neck the entire time, keeping their pace and controlling the pressure, his hips picking up speed to give it to her just a little harder, Audrey nodding her approval as he did, hand curving around his waist to squeeze his ass.

“Gonna fuck you until you’re pregnant,” JJ mouthed at her ear and neck, “gonna fill you up with everything I’ve got. Give this pussy what she’s been begging for.”

“Please, J…”

“Can you handle it all, baby?” JJ snapped his hips and Audrey cried out, her right leg moving to slide over his hip as he the head of his cock kissed her cervix, the area just a little tender, but she couldn’t begin to describe how amazing it felt when he did, “Gonna lay here and let my boys do their job?”

Audrey nodded, lips parting as she felt herself beginning to tighten, “Need it all, J. Need you to get me pregnant. Need your babies.”

“Gonna give ‘em to you,” JJ cupped her face as his forehead pressed to hers, their mouths pressed to one another for a hot, open mouthed kiss, “gonna fill you up, Audrey. Over and over again until you’re carrying my baby.”

Audrey nodded frantically and JJ thrusted further inside her again, her fingers wrapping around the back of his neck as their pace increased, padded headboard smacking against the wall, “Give it to me, daddy.”

It took every bit of self control JJ had not to finish right there, groaning lowly as he bowed his head, “Fuck—yes. Say that again.”

“Get me pregnant, daddy. Need it all—I’m so empty right now.”

JJ kissed her deeply, hips continuing to snap against hers as he felt her squeeze him tightly, “Takin’ me so well, momma. Doin’ so good. Gonna fill you up over and over tonight, want you pregnant. Need everyone to know who you belong to.”

Audrey cried out when she felt his hands on her hips, adjusting their angle, her legs falling off his own hips as he did. JJ was a wonderful sight above her, his hair falling into his eyes, sweat coating his chest and shoulders, biceps flexed and rippling, tongue between his teeth and she felt herself begin to climb when his palm pressed to her lower stomach, working in tandem as he pressed with each thrust.

“Gonna put a baby right here,” his thumb swiped across as he pressed down again and Audrey moaned loudly, “right here, momma. Right fucking here.”

“Please, daddy. Please.”

They came together, and even after JJ nearly collapsed on top of her, her arms and legs wrapping around him to keep him close, locking them together, did he continue to rock into her. His lips pressed to her ear as they panted heavily, each thrust from JJ sending tingles through her body, “Gotta fuck it deep, momma. Gotta get it in there to get you swollen.”

And when they finally separated and JJ pulled out, Audrey watched on her elbows as he kept his eyes trained on the space between her legs, fingers moving quickly to reach the small bit that slipped from between her lips when he did, scooping it up to push it back in. Audrey whined and JJ shook his head, “Every drop. Takin’ every drop. Nothin’s gonna go to waste. ”

“Yes, daddy. Need it all.”

JJ kissed her body, focusing on her stomach and hips as they stayed in bed, his hand flat on her stomach as he turned his attention to her breasts, kissing and licking and sucking on her nipples, her fingers twisted in his hair as she moaned from both pleasure and sensitivity.

JJ didn’t let her move for about ten or fifteen minutes, wanting to make sure his swimmers had enough time to reach their target, busying himself with touching and stroking her body, lips pressed to her ear as he whispered how much he loved her and wanted her to carry his baby. How he knew she’d be a good mom, the best mom to their children and Audrey couldn’t help but let the tears escape, both of them knowing how badly they wanted a family. To start the family they never had.

[kvohru]

absolutely ravishing - maiko week ’24 day 3/4

prompts - jealousy / parents

inspired by this tweet by kvohru 'maiko headcanon zuko puts baby izumi's hair into mai's buns anytime he pisses mai as a way of silly apology/getting her to soften up & talk to him WALK WITΗ ΜΕ' in which maiko go to a party and mai feels left out. baby izumi is the cutest. zuko is a good father. amongst other things lol.

It was a lovely, sunny morning, and Mai was pissed off.

Normally, this wouldn’t have been anything out of the ordinary—after all, she was famously ‘angry at the world’, but this was different. Today, Mai was pissed at the Firelord.

Also known as her husband.

He was, admittedly, unsure as to what he’d done to warrant her annoyance today, but he didn’t want to risk upsetting her further by asking. God, no. He’d rather pluck every hair off his body than have Mai think he was an inattentive, dismissive, careless husband who didn’t care about his gorgeous, beautiful wife! He was better than that, thank you very much. So he did the next best thing and tried to rack his brain, thinking over his actions over these past few hours.

Okay, he thought, pulling out a teapot from the cupboard. This mood started at, like, 8 pm last night? He put on some water to boil, falling into that familiar rhythm of making tea.

Because he was the Firelord, he rarely had the chance to do things for himself, and while that was an insane privilege he frankly enjoyed, it was nice to take a break from everything and just be with his family, away from the hubbub of the palace.

Hence this vacation at Ember Island.

The moment he realised he had a few off-days in his calendar, he decided to plan for him and his wife to go on vacation.

He let the teapot boil and started on breakfast. Rice for the rice porridge, what remained of the dumplings and steamed buns they’d bought, and whatever else he could find. Oh, and eggs and chopped fruit for baby Izumi.

He smiled at the thought of their pudgy little 9 month old. She was just starting to speak, though that mostly came in the form of incoherent babbling with the occasional Mama. Yeah, she called them both Mama.

And yes, Zuko was a teensy bit sulky about that, but I digress.

Just as he was about to put his hair up and start on breakfast, he heard that distinct baby voice he was just thinking about. He glanced at the clock— yup, 7.30 a.m., on the dot. Izumi was awake.

Right now, it was usually a race with time. He had a very short window of time before Izumi’s good-tempered giggles would turn into wailing screams, and he was determined not to wake Mai up any earlier than she needed to be.

She was on vacation and she deserved to rest.

Also, she was mad at him. So. He really didn't need to make it worse for himself.

“I’m coming, darling,” he called out in a whisper when he was close enough, crossing the distance in long strides. At the sight of that little girl in her crib, all chubby limbs and big golden eyes, he smiled and reached to grab her. “Hi, baby,” he whispered, nuzzling into that space between her cheek and shoulder and kissing her. “D’you sleep well?”

She made an incoherent baby noise and happily grabbed a strand of his long hair, which was, positively, one of her favourite pastimes, it seemed. He winced, regretting not putting it up earlier. “Let’s get you changed,” he said, trying to untangle her fingers from his hair— that is, trying to undo that vice-like grip babies seemed to have. I mean, at least that meant her fine-motor skills were good? Pincer grip, and all, right?

She didn’t let go. He sighed.

“Sweetheart, you need to let go so I can get you out of this nasty diaper.”

She didn’t budge.

“Don’t you wanna change so we can surprise Mama with breakfast? We won’t have time if you keep this up.” Just as he had begun to suspect that reasoning with a nine month old was a lost cause, she actually let go.

“Mama!”

“Oh, of course that’s what gets you to let go!” He clicked his tongue.

She giggled again, and, instead of grabbing his hair, she valiantly took to doing her other favourite pastime. Which was just, like, smacking him on the face repeatedly.

Think like, someone clapping their hands, but instead it’s just his face between her hands.

Since he was almost always on morning duty, this was more or less how every morning went.

⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩

Finally, after much trials and tribulations (i.e. Zuko violently getting his hair pulled and cheeks pinched), Izumi was changed into an adorable onesie and strapped into her high chair in the kitchen.

Oh, also, the water had completely evaporated in the time it took them to do all that, so he needed to refill the teapot. “What would Uncle think if he sees this,” he grumbled, opening the window to let the steam out.

Now that that was all over with, he was again plagued with the fact that Mai was mad at him, and he didn't know why! So, being the mature Firelord he was, he decided to take that issue to council.

“Your mom is mad at me,” he said to Izumi, quickly tying his long hair back and away from his face, in a loose bun at the bottom of his head, and rolling up his sleeves.

Izumi babbled excitedly and kicked her feet at the reference of her mother. “Mama!”

“Yup, that’s the one,” Zuko agreed, chuckling. He pulled out a bamboo steamer and started preparing the dumplings and steamed buns, planning on letting them steam while he washed and cooked the rice. “Anyway, as I was saying, Mama is mad at me, but I don’t know why. I tried asking her last night, of course, but she said she was ‘fine’, which is, obviously, a blatant lie.”

He cut up some fruit on a plate for Izumi to hold her off while everything else was ready. He had approximately twenty minutes until Mai got up, which he figured would be enough.

“I can’t really recall doing anything to upset her last night, and I don’t even know when she got upset, you know? She was fine and then she suddenly wasn’t!” He finished washing the rice and transferred it over to a pot to cook. Drying his hands, he continued, “But” —he turned to Izumi seriously, crouching down to her eye level— “of course, me not remembering or knowing why Mai is upset does not mean that I am not at fault!” He cupped Izumi’s cheeks, interrupting her mid-chew. She grinned happily at him with her whopping six (!) teeth. (New development, by the way). He continued, determined to set a good example for his daughter, “Even if I don’t understand why Mama’s upset — even if she has told me, and I still don't get it — she still deserves an apology, because at the end of the day, I upset her, and that’s all that matters. Understood, Firelord Izumi?” He playfully pinched her little nose (which was identical to her mother’s), and she giggled, reaching for him with fruit-sticky hands.

“Anyway…” and so he continued, thinking out loud with his daughter and trying to puzzle out the reason for his darling wife’s anger at him, all while making breakfast for their family of three.

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“Mai, come on, we'll be late!” Zuko called out, fastening his red robes around his waist.

“Well I don't know what to wear!” she called back from her place in the closet, frustrated.

“It doesn't matter! You look—”

“—And I love you, but you telling me that ‘I look beautiful in everything’ does not help!”

Zuko sighed. He'd dressed himself and Izumi in the time it took for his darling wife to… affectionately, make a mess of their closet and complain about having nothing to wear.

Placing Izumi in her little chair, he said with an affectionate roll of the eyes, “Yeah, yeah, I'm coming.”

“Is this good?” Mai asked, bashfully, when Zuko rapped his knuckles on the closet door and walked in, leaning against the doorframe.

He breathed out. She looked beautiful.

She was wearing a long, pretty, dark red dress that hugged her curves and flared out at the bottom. It had a row of buttons that sloped from the neckline down to her side, and dainty golden embroidery that matched her eyes and the gold and red fan earrings she wore. Her hair was in the usual hairstyle she'd adopted in her adult years— half of it in an elegant bun at the back of her head towards her nape, and the rest in two strands over her shoulders and down over her chest.

He noticed she put two beautiful gold pins through the bun.

“Do you like it?” she asked again, and he had an inclination her rosy cheeks weren't just due to an excess of powder blush. She adjusted it over her hips. “Is it too tight? It doesn't fit the same since” —she bit the inside of her cheek, averting her eyes and smoothing the fabric over her stomach— “Izumi.”

Zuko moved closer, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her against him. Her hands went to his chest automatically, a familiar affection built over years of being together. “You look,” he rasped, hoisting her up by her waist and wrapping his arms around her middle, “absolutely ravishing.”

He craned his neck and caught her bottom lip between his teeth, kissing and gently tugging back. She wrapped her legs tighter around her and grinned despite herself, cupping his cheeks and looking down at him. One thing she enjoyed about being carried was the limited height she gained over Zuko.

She leaned down and kissed him again, their lips interlocking in an easy embrace. “Are you sure? You're not just saying that to get me to hurry up?” He could still hear a hint of unsurety in her low, raspy voice.

“Positive,” he responded in kind, slanting his lips over hers, “but if you don't want to go…” his hand slipped down her back to her ass.

She rolled her eyes without any heat, picking up on his very obvious implication. “Alright, horndog. Hands off.” She hopped down and adjusted her dress before looking up at him through her lashes and, teasingly, parroting back, “We'll be late.”

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The sight Mai was met with when she walked downstairs was, she thought, a sight she could never get bored of. It was such a quintessential picture of domesticity she, at one point in her life, could've never imagined would've been hers.

Her husband in the kitchen making breakfast while their daughter sat beside him, babbling incoherently the way babies did.

“Really?! And what after that?” he asked animatedly, humouring said daughter while still focused on the plate he was assembling. Mai exhaled softly, leaning against the doorframe and just watching.

Watching her husband’s overly focused face as he diligently placed the fresh steamed buns onto a plate using chopsticks, a furrow in his dark brows and his hair tied back, all the while nodding along with Izumi’s story (which was, of course, all adorable gibberish).

And Izumi, who was sitting in a high chair and shoving eggs into her mouth using her entire fist, no doubt making a mess around her. What struck her though was Izumi’s hair, which was in two little buns at the sides of her head, and the front was smoothed over her head in a silly imitation of a fringe.

Mai bit back a smile.

This was obviously Zuko’s attempt at recreating Mai’s infamous hairstyle on their daughter. Which was a regular occurrence.

“Mai!” Zuko had finally noticed her.

Even after all these years of being together, and a whole child together, he still had a way of lighting up so genuinely every time he saw her. And no, this is not a firebending pun.

The way his eyes widened in an almost child-like excitement and his immediate awestruck kind of smile that made him resemble his sixteen year old self were almost enough for her to forget the fact that she was upset with him. Almost.

He set down the food, which was all ready now, and wiped his hands before walking up to her. “Sleep well?” he asked gently, tilting her chin up to kiss her. His touch was feather-light, so she could tell he was hesitant. Clearly, he hadn’t nor was he pretending to have forgotten about her mood, so. One point for him.

She let him kiss her, and she kissed back, because over their years of being together, one of the things she realised was that dealing with conflict did not mean that they had to rescind their love from each other— and especially for them two, whose primary language was physical touch.

“I slept pretty well,” she replied, her raspy voice full of that polite disinterest most people were used to hearing from her. To someone else, maybe, this wouldn't have been any cause for concern or anything out of the ordinary, but Zuko was immediately alarmed.

He could always tell.

So she's still upset. That was fine. He hadn't really expected otherwise. In fact, this was good for him, because there was no chance she could dismiss his questions about it now and say that ‘Oh, it's nothing, don't worry about it’.

They sat down to eat, and after a moment of awkward silence that made him feel like a seventeen year old in an argument with his girlfriend (also Mai) again, he broke.

“What did I do?” he blurted out. It wasn't an accusatory or patronising or deliberately obtuse question in any way. He sounded painfully earnest. “I know I did something to upset you, but I just… don't know what it is. I'm sorry. I tried to think, but I still don't know. I love you. Please tell me.”

If any of his friends could see him right now, the high and mighty Firelord, practically (unintentionally) giving his wife puppy eyes, they'd probably say he was pathetically in love.

And they'd be right.

Mai sighed and put her chopsticks down.

Another thing she'd realised over the years was that, as corny as it sounded, communication really was key. There was no use going in circles and beating around the bush and waiting for the other person to figure it out. Sometimes—most times—you just needed to have the conversation and move on.

Butttttt that doesn't mean that she didn't enjoy making him sweat sometimes. Most times.

“Last night,” she supplied. “At the party.”

“Yeah, I figured,” he responded without missing a beat, spooning a bit of dumpling into Izumi's mouth. “Good, huh?” He grinned when she got all excited and signed more. He directed his attention back at Mai, “Sorry. Keep going, baby.”

She feigned frustration, turning her face away from him while stroking Izumi’s hair, playing with the tiny buns. The feeling of the soft sprouts of hair between her fingers almost made her crack a smile. She knew it was Zuko's way of softening her up, but she didn't crack, wanting to make him sweat a little longer.

She shrugged nonchalantly, saying, “Your little… girlfriend was there last night. You didn't tell me she'd be there.”

He blinked. “Jin?!”

Mai scoffed. “Still on a first name basis, huh?” She shook her head in bewilderment, muttering, “You'd think the Firelord would have some respect for his wif—”

“Darling,” he breathed, interrupting her, in so much theatrical disbelief she almost laughed. He was so dramatic. He left his chair and immediately went to kneel in front of her, taking her hand in his.

Out of everything he could've guessed, it never would've been this. Mai was never jealous—not of his old girlfriends (just the one), that is. And of course, he wasn't faulting her for that or anything, but it was just… unexpected.

They'd met Jin the previous night unexpectedly at the party, and having already been well acquainted years ago (and having gone to Jin's wedding and having invited her to theirs, and having had Jin visit them on numerous occasions, the most recent being Izumi's birth), he'd safely assumed that speaking to Jin was fine. Right?

I mean, come on, Jin and Mai were closer than Jin and Zuko ever had been! They'd gone on one date, for God's sake!

But he wouldn't dare discredit Mai's feelings, no matter what.

“Did I say something specific that upset you? Or was it just the fact that I was having a conversation with her to begin with?” he asked, stroking her cold knuckles with his thumb, the contrast between their body temperature making him want to just scoop her up and take her to their bed to warm her up. In any means necessary.

Again, his question was nothing more than earnest.

“I… don't know,” Mai answered honestly, because even though she thought she didn't really care, she realised that she really was a little hurt, still. She had, of course, had time to think about it the previous night in the shower, and she'd come to the conclusion that while, yes, she was a little hurt at him barely paying any attention to her the whole night, busy both with Jin and everyone else who kept flanking him for a chance to speak with the Firelord, it was mostly the hormones speaking and after taking a little time to cool down, she understood that her feeling left out didn't mean that he was intentionally leaving her out. “I guess I just felt a bit jealous. And left out.”

“Mai…”

She squirmed. Even after all these years, she still felt that vague discomfort in the pit of her stomach when vocalising her feelings.

She rushed to say, “I know it's nothing and that you love me and that you're the Firelord and it's your duty to—”

“I am your husband before I am the Firelord,” he fiercely interrupted and pulled her down to join him on the floor. The gentleness of his touch contrasted the tone of his voice, both determined and desperate. “I am yours before I am anyone else's. My duty is to you, first and foremost, and I was wrong to neglect you in a party I brought you to. We came here to relax— to enjoy time away from all that Firelord bullshit, but I still found away to sink back into that role.”

“Zuko,” she said quietly with a hint of a smile, leaning into him and looping her arms around his neck, “it really isn't that big of a deal.” She kissed him sweetly once, his arms instantly going around her and pulling her closer against him. “I was just hormonal.” Then with an adorably teasing smirk that Zuko wanted to kiss off her face, she jested, “You can stop with the melodrama now.”

He huffed a laugh and spoke sincerely against her lips, “Still. I don't care if it was ‘the hormones’. I still upset you, and I'm sorry.”

“It wasn't a big deal,” she insisted, but deep down, she was really glad he cared so sincerely for her feelings.

“Don't care. I'm still sorry.”

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the smile and the rumble of laughter in her chest. “Fine, you drama queen.” She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his. “I forgive you.”

He ran his tongue across her bottom lip, one side of his lips tugging up in a smirk. “So soon?” he murmured against her, slipping his fingers in her long silky hair. “I was ready to make it up to you.”

Before the kiss could escalate any further—their daughter was right there, hello?—Mai pushed Zuko away, laughing. “Are you in heat?” she asked, giggling.

He gave her a lopsided grin. “For you? Always.”

She shook her head with laughter and pulled him up to stand. They made a good couple.

[eliotquillon]

Drabble req: the first time chameron say "I love you" to each other. Cause you know it was messy and you know they didn't say it at the same time.

obligatory @all-pacas already has a fic about this that is VERY GOOD and you should read (https://archiveofourown.org/works/57257620) but:

“I love you,” Chase blurts out while they’re doing the dishes; he washes, she dries, because when she first started staying at his apartment she was aghast to see water spots on all his dishes and broke her self-imposed rule to never clean up after a man just for her own peace of mind. Cameron freezes, hand gripping a pasta bowl with the edge of a dishtowel, and Chase adds, “You don’t have to say it back.”

It’s early to say it. Too early to say it, Cameron thinks; ever since her husband died, she’s been a big believer in the six month rule, unwilling to allow herself to be caught off-guard again. Words mean things. She knows it’s different, for men, read a psychology case study about how they almost always say it first in heterosexual relationships, but it doesn't change the fact that this is still too early. They've barely been together for two months, if you don't count their bout of casual sex beforehand. Cameron has a sinking feeling that Chase probably does count it. Which would make it closer to three months, but that's still—

"It was just dinner,” she jokes, trying to deflect. She’s been trying to ease herself into letting him into her life; he doesn’t have a drawer at her apartment yet, but they go to her favourite Chinese place often enough that the staff have started to recognise him, ask how that nice British boy is doing on the rare occasion that she still goes there by herself. She never corrects them. It feels more intimate than just sharing space; if they break up, she’ll probably never be able to go back to that Chinese place again. Or she will, out of spite, but it won’t be the same. “Though their egg rolls are pretty good.”

“You don’t have to say it back,” Chase repeats, flushing pink—she tells herself it’s just steam rising up from the sink full of dirty dishes and hot water—“but don’t make a joke of it, Allison.”

Cameron swallows. “I don’t know what to say,” she admits, which feels worse than the joke. Admitting she doesn’t know what to say is tantamount to admitting that she hasn’t considered loving him yet, that she’s nowhere near ready to say it back; if she’d seen it coming, she would’ve had an answer prepared. Something nice, confident but not glib—thank you, maybe, or I really like you, too. She doesn’t like this off-kilter, unmoored feeling. Maybe it would be easier, if they were at her apartment and if she could stare at the kitchen wall to collect her thoughts without seeing Chase everywhere, but they aren’t. It isn’t.

“That’s alright,” Chase says kindly. She forgets, occasionally, that he is capable of graciousness. It’s still strange, sometimes, interacting with him outside of the gilded cage of the conference room. They drive to work together, and a part of her is always a little bit surprised that they go their own separate ways; that this isn’t some elaborate charade, and that one day they’re not both going to walk up to House and go we really had you going, huh? Not because things are going badly. If anything, it’s because they’re going well. If she pretends that she’s pretending, then maybe things won’t hurt so much if they end. “I can take over, if you want.”

He means the dishes. Cameron smiles, relieved. “We’ll talk about it later, okay?” she says. “I’ll have a better answer next time.”

It doesn’t mean she’ll be ready to say it back then. But it’s a promise, sort of. Eventually. Eventually, Cameron thinks, and she sets the pasta bowl out on the rack to dry.

[itmeansiris]

The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Slow and Steady Gen 1 pt.37

Summer sun continues to fill their days as Mercury gets closer to giving birth. After an early morning OBGYN appointment, Kason and M spend some quality time with the triplets out in the yard. After exhausting the kids and getting them ready for bed Kason and M head to the living room searching for a movie to end the evening.

Midway thru the movie M started to feel a tight sensation engulf her stomach. She clenched her teeth trying her best not to alert Kason to the pain she was in. She’d been having similar pains for the last 3 hours. They were sporadic and M assumed they were Braxton hicks. Unable to sleep due to the pain she continued to feel she stayed downstairs in the living room as the tv droned on about a coming storm. She concentrated on the pain realizing, they were getting closer together.

It was happening, M was in labor! These contractions were very real. She stood, her emotions swirling together. Wonder, at finally getting to met their new baby. Anxiety, about whether she could be a good mother and most of all, guilt. She’d spent so much time resenting this pregnancy she’d nearly forgotten a tiny human would be born at the end. One that would love and depend on her.

Trembling slightly she grabbed her bag and gets changed. Her and Kason had chosen an at home birth in place of a traditional hospital birth. Considering the lack of privacy from the paparazzi, it seemed the better choice. She heads out back to find Kason in his work shed just as it starts to rain

M: It’s time.

Kason stops his work and looks at her smiling. Together they head inside and Kason gets changed while M starts the water in the birthing pool.

Remembering what Dr. Cameron said, they don’t rush to call the clinic. Together they climb into the birthing pool. Kason snuggles in behind M as she submerges her swollen belly in the warm water. She grips him tightly thru each contraction that rips across her as Kason watches the clock.

The storm outside worsens and with it the pain that M feels. The contractions are about 40 minutes apart but the pain continues to get worse. Kason starts to worry and calls Dr. Cameron.

Dr. Cameron delivers unfortunate news.

Dr. Cameron: You’re going to have to bring her in. The clinic is understaffed this evening and I can’t leave. But if she’s feeling excruciating pain in between contractions that doesn’t sound normal and I’d like to monitor her and the baby myself.

Kason quickly makes arrangements for the neighbor to watch the triplets. He grabs their prepacked bags and gets them to the hospital as quickly as possible.

When they arrive the storm has fully moved into the Brindelton Bay area. Kason quickly walks them to the front desk and gets them checked in. She’s moved into a private room immediately, the staff expecting her. Dr. Cameron finds M and Kason in record time.

She exams M. Checking her blood pressure and her cervix. She doesn’t notice anything overly concerning.

Dr. Cameron: Get comfortable Mrs.Gratz we’re in for a long morning your only 3cm dilated. Try and get some rest but if you can’t maybe you and your husband can take a walk around the clinic.

With a few more encouraging words she steps out into the hallway and Kason follows.

Kason: Dr. Cameron? What about the pain she was in?

She stops for a moment thinking.

Dr. Cameron: She seems to be okay. Her pressure is a little high, Id assume from the pain, but I don’t want to prematurely give her something when she may not need it. We could risk hurting the baby.

He nodded and she smiled kindly at him before he headed back into the room. M groaned in pain, Kason quickly ate the distance from the door to her bed in three long strides. He grabs a cloth and wipes the sweat from her forehead.

Kason: You’re doing great M. It’s almost over.

But he couldn’t be farther from the truth. The pain racks her frame every so often causing her to groan and grit her teeth. She did this till she was completely exhausted. Eventually sleep won out over the pain and she fell asleep.

When another doctor comes in to check on Mercury she wakes up startled. She looks around for Kason but he’s no where to be found. (Must be in the bathroom) She thought to herself. She allows the doctor to examine her.

Doctor: 5cm now. You're doing wonderful.

The doctor leaves shortly after and M waits for Kason to come back. When 15 minutes have passed, unable to just lie around anymore, M tries some deep breathing and eventually settles on taking a short walk around the clinics halls, figuring Kason would be back in the room by the time she returned.

As she walks the halls she checks one of the clocks. They’d been at the hospital since 5am it was now 8am. M continued to walk aimlessly eventually finding herself in the small cafeteria. It was lined with long tables, four chairs spread out around each. A counter top was cluttered with a small microwave, a coffee pot and all its makings. Next to that stood a vending machine.

M braces the back of one of the chairs as another contraction rocks her. She feels strong arms grip her shoulders and turns into Kason. She leans her full weight on him as he holds her tightly riding out the contraction. This one seemed to go on forever. When they look down they notice they are standing in a small puddle.

Kason: We need to get you back to your room.

They make their way back to the room as quickly as M can manage and Kason calls for a doctor.

When the attending doctor comes into the room she checks M's cervix for what feels like the hundredth time since they'd arrived.

Doctor: Your waters broken and your 7 cm. Your almost there mom.

Mercury couldn't recall it being this difficult with the triplets. She didn't feel like she could take it anymore but she'd have to hold out a little longer.

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[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

What Happens In Texas Stays In Texas: intrusive obsession (Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC)

Summary: During their first vacation after Maisie is born, Ronnie forgets the breast pump. Good thing her husband has an oral fixation and a raging curiosity.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC (Ronnie Bradshaw)

Word Count: 1410

Warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ONLY MINORS DNI (breastfeeding stuff, lactation kink, jake seresin's oral fixation, vaginal fingering, dry humping, creaming pants, this is just straight filth)

regular au masterlist

A/N: likes are great but comments/reblogs are even better!

Jake came out of the shower to see Ronnie sitting at the edge of the bed, top half completely bare and t-shirt tossed into the corner by their suitcase. She gripped the comforter tight, shoulders heaving as she stared at the wall.

“You okay, darlin’?” he asked as he ran the towel over his hair again. 

“No,” she whimpered, voice shaken with tears.

Jake quickly yanked on a pair of briefs before rounding the bed to see what was wrong. There were tears streaming down her face, brow pinched in pain as she continuously glanced down at her chest.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked quietly as he got down on his knees before her.

Ronnie sucked in a deep, shuddering breath before she spoke, “Maisie didn’t finish her boob before she fell asleep.”

His face softened in understanding, his hands racking up and down her thighs in a soothing motion. And now that he was really looking at her, he could see it too. Her breasts were swollen, painfully so — full of milk undrunk, hard and aching. Ronnie whined again as more tears slipped down her cheeks. Their daughter was a good sleeper, wouldn’t need another feed until morning. So she was left full and ready to feed with nowhere to put it.

“Alright, where’d you put the pump?”

“I-I forgot to pack it.”

“Ronnie,” he sighed, head dropping down to her lap.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she cried, leaning back on the heels of her hands. “I am regretting it so much right now — this fucking hurts.”

Jake had been trying to ignore the intrusive thought since the first time he watched Ronnie breastfeed Maisie. When it first popped into his head he found it depraved, maybe even a little sick. She was producing milk to feed their daughter, for crying out loud. It was a miracle, a beautiful thing of nature that astounded him and put him in awe of his wife and all that she was capable of. But once the thoughts started it was hard to make them stop. He thought about it constantly. What it must taste like. How it must feel. His cock twitched to life even as he sat on his knees before his miserable, crying wife. He told himself he was just trying to help her. 

“I mean…” He started, coughed to try and hide the arousal in his tone, then tried again. “I mean, I could…?”

She caught his meaning immediately and threw her head back with a groan. “God, please Jake, anything to make this stop.”

“Okay,” he chuckled lightly, even as he readjusted his briefs around his already half-hard member. 

Ronnie pulled herself back up to sit up straight as Jake’s hands found purchase on her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed so he could fit himself between her spread thighs. Skirt bunched up around her hips to provide better access. A whimper bubbled in her throat the closer his face got to her breasts, large nipples red and irritated already beginning to leak. On instinct, he licked the drop away before it could make a mess. The noise she made forced his hips to stutter against the mattress and boxspring.

“Jake, please,” she whispered breathlessly, hands combing into his hair to urge him closer to her swollen tit.

He couldn’t hesitate anymore. Not when she was offering so freely, not when she was in so much pain, not when he had been dreaming about this for months. Not when it felt like his lips practically itched to be around her. He didn’t even care if he seemed eager — he latched onto her and sucked deeply. Ronnie’s back arched, her fingers death gripping his hair. Milk burst onto his tongue and he groaned around her nipple. The taste was sweet and everything he ever wanted. 

Then she pushed at his face and he stopped immediately. Both of their chests heaved. Jake wiped at the corner of his mouth. Watching disdainfully as her milk continued to dribble down the slope of her breast. For a moment, he feared it was all too much. That he had taken it too far. 

“Gentle, please,” Ronnie whispered, hands curving back into his hair. “M’really sensitive. Your daughter is intense when it comes to her boobs.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he chuckled. “I’ll be gentle. Unlike some people.” 

He threw a look over his shoulder at the other room where Maisie was sound asleep. Ronnie laughed despite the pain that she was still experiencing.

Putting his mouth on her again, he sucked gently as he squeezed the base of her breast — remembering from when he would sit next to her as she pumped. Ronnie sighed in sweet relief, her head falling back at the lessened pressure. But as she experienced relief, Jake was experiencing more and more pressure. His cock was rock hard, jumping at the taste of her milk and the sweet little sighs she released. God, he just couldn’t help it. He needed his own relief, it was becoming unbearable, impossible to ignore — no matter how much he wanted to just focus on helping his wife. But once he started rutting against the side of the mattress he really couldn’t stop.

“Oh,” Ronnie gasped. 

She could feel it — of course she could. He was practically humping her leg. Slow, calculated thrusts in time with the way he sucked at her tit. She looked down at him, really looked down at him for the first time, and the way he looked back up at her made something like a fire lick down her spine straight to her core. His pupils were blown wide, consuming any hint of green. His cheeks were flushed a light shade of red that any other time she would have found adorable. His tongue swirled around her nipple as he sucked and her back arched, pushing her chest further into him as she made another one of those pretty little sounds he knew so well. 

He pulled his lips off of her with a gasp, chest heaving. “Shit, fuck, please tell me you’re as into this as I am?”

“God, surprisingly,” she said. 

Jake was quick to run his hand up the length of her thigh, her gasp small and yearning as he easily reached the apex. Her panties were soaked through. He moaned, hips adjusting uncaringly to rut against the slightly more forgiving flesh of her calf, as he moved the ruined fabric aside and easily slipped two fingers inside. 

“Jesus, you’re wet.”

“S-Surprisingly,” she repeated, stuttering the word out around the delicious curl of his fingers. 

“That feel good, darlin’?” he asked, pressing his thumb into her clit. 

“Fuck,” she hissed, hips grinding against his hand as her fingers fisted the comforter beneath her. “Jake, the other one — please.”

He looked to her other, ignored, leaking breast. Still so swollen and hard. Watched as the milk rolled down her body to get soaked up by the fabric of her skirt. He licked his lips before latching on, forgetting to be careful as he sucked deeply. Ronnie cried out at the sensation, instantly slapping a hand over her mouth to keep any other noises at bay. She was not about to let this get interrupted by a crying, rudely awoken baby. Jake, ever the expert at multitasking, kept up the pace of his fingers in her core — keeping it in time with the swirl of his tongue and draw of his lips on her tit.

He swirled his thumb on her clit and she whimpered soft and broken, her fingers clawing onto the back of his head to keep him right where she wanted him. “Don’t stop, please, don’t. Feels so good.”

Jake groaned around her nipple, pumping his fingers faster in time with the piston of his hips against her leg. Then, suddenly, she crashed into it. Her cunt clamping down on his fingers hard, sucking him back in. With her head thrown back and a breathless moan spilling endlessly from her lips. Jake detatched from her breast as his hips stuttered to a stop, breathless and flushed and more than anything surprised by what just happened. 

“Holy shit,” he gasped, pressing his face into her belly. “I just creamed my pants like a fucking teenager.” 

“I don’t think a teenager would ever do what we just did, babe,” Ronnie laughed back, smoothing down the wild strands of his hair that she herself had messed.

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[sassykattery]

Dollface Pt. 5

Let's see where this goes...

CW: Main Character is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Suggestive material. Mention erection.

The main character is afab, uses she/her pronouns. This story is meant to be somewhat curvy/plus-sized reader insert, but the main character is given a physical description, but it's not crucial to the story or mentioned often after Part 1.

Themes: Romance. Magic. Adventure. Diavolo x fem! MC. Suggestive content.

Characters: Main Character. Diavolo. Main character has a mother and father.

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Okay, here we go.

"Hey, Mom?" The human woman called out from the back of the house.

"Living room."

She walked out and saw her parents both sitting in their respective recliners, looking as though they were just talking. It was later that same evening.

"What's up?" Her mom asked.

"I gotta tell you guys something," she drawled out, trying to sound positive but guilt wreaked havoc on her face.

"What? You finally get a boyfriend?" Her dad asked sarcastically.

She swallowed thickly and stared openly at both of them, waiting to respond.

"That's funny, but really, what is it?" Her mom replied, half-laughing.

"Uh... well... Yes," she replied.

There was silence for several seconds, everyone looking between the other to see if there was a punchline any of them were missing.

"I have a boyfriend," she finally stated a bit more concretely.

Her parents blinked a few times, letting it sink in.

"Since when?" Her dad asked, almost partially laughing as well.

"Since uh... today," she replied, sounding confused herself.

"Oh? And how'd this happen?" The dad inquired.

"I met him recently, and we clicked. He's not from here, he's... international, and I really like him... And I think he really likes me," she replied, looking away and sounding dreamy then.

"Well? Do we get to meet him?" Her mom asked a bit excitedly.

"Yes... Is, uh, right now okay?" She asked timidly.

"Now? Is he here?" Her dad asked, setting his footrest down.

"Yeah, and he is actually really excited to meet you guys," she added, tucking some hair behind her ear.

"I suppose now is as good as any, let him in," her mom answered, sitting up and straightening herself and then fussing over her husband too.

---

You see, while her parents were gone, she and the Demon Lord went out to find proper clothes for him. They were able to dig in her father's clothes to find him at least a shirt and pair of shorts to pass as decent in public while they went shopping. She ran to a dollar store and found a pair of sandals that would have to work until she found him proper ones. While at the mall, she wasn't quite used to the ogling coming from everyone else looking at her nearing sevent foot tall companion.

"Okay, what clothes do you like to wear? I'll buy anything you want," she declared, looking through the racks of the big and tall section.

"Ah, well, back at home, we're fairly formal, or at least I am, due to my status. Typically, a button-up long sleeve shirt, slacks, and loafers are in order," Diavolo replied, following her and watching her. "I would also like you to know I intend to pay you back for this. I appreciate your kindness," he said as he leaned in her peripheral, and she happened to side-eye him, taking in his muscular build and feeling heat radiate off of him.

"Okay, we can do that. I want you to be comfortable..." she trailed off, deep in thought, as she walked over to the formal section. He appeared at her flank, nearly brushing against her. When she turned to size him up, a hot flush ran over her body to have him be so close again.

"What is it?" He asked, tilting his head.

"I just..." She trailed off again, her voice wavering. He realized what was wrong and began to smile widely.

"Do I make you nervous?" He teased, leaning over at the hip.

"More like you give me dirty thoughts that I definitely shouldn't be having in a clothing store," she retorted, trying to stuff down her bodily response.

He chuckled darkly and slipped an arm around her waist.

"You're adorable," he murmured, kissing the top of her head. Her blush only deepened as she grew hotter all over.

"Okay, what colors do you like? Gray, black, and maybe a wine or burgundy?" She asked while thumbing through their largest shirts.

"How did you know?" He asked, keeping his arm around her and looking over her shoulder.

"I'm good at color theory... and I remember your doll clothes. I assumed they were the kinds of colors you like," she replied thoughtfully, selecting the colors she mentioned and handing them to him as she kept looking down.

"I see. Smart, beautiful, and creative," he murmured, his hip brushing against her lower waist. She stiffened but kept her eyes and head down.

"Alright, slacks..." she murmured, looking up and scanning the area, landing on the formal pants. The pair walked over to them, and yet again, she turned to find him pressed up against her, observing.

"Um... You're a little close," she mumbled.

"I apologize," he replied. "I enjoy being near you, but if I'm making you uncomfortable, I can stop." His brows knitted together, and his smile faded.

"No, I'm just not used to this," she admitted. His smile returned, and he tilted his head down low to speak to her quietly.

"This is new for both of us. Just tell me when I've crossed a line, and I'll do the same for you," he murmured. "But it is my intention to be as close to you as possible, if you'll allow me."

She nodded. "I'd like to be close, too."

He kissed her temple and motioned for her to continue. Once more, she turned her head to get a figure for his size, and decidedly pulled a range of them, hoping one could fit the demon physique bordering on godly.

"Okay, go try these on, I'll find some other stuff while you do that," she said, handing Diavolo the stack of clothes. She pointed to the door that said "Fitting Room" and watched him walk in. Not wanting to stray too far, she looked at some casual clothes nearby and continued thumbing through everything available, grabbing a belt, tie, and some undergarments along the way.

A few minutes later, she heard her name called out by a familiar tenor and wandered over to the door and knocked.

"It's me," she replied.

"Can you assist me? I'm afraid my butler usually helps straighten me out," he asked, rather embarrassed.

"Sure," she answered. The door opened enough for her to enter, and when she was inside, he was just finishing buttoning up his shirt. She had to hold in her snort when she saw the buttons puckering from how big he was.

"Hm, maybe we need to go to the specialty store across the street," she mused.

"Why's that?" He asked in reply. His eyes followed her gaze and noticed what she had. "Ah, maybe so. Humans are a great deal smaller than demons as a general rule."

"Even the females?" She asked, busying her hands on his form to straighten his collar, sleeves, and button the cuffs.

"Yes. And, unfortunately, royalty tends to be even bigger than that," he replied, watching her tiny hands work. He could feel the heat radiating off her face and neck as she leaned in closer on her tiptoes to reach up and move his collar.

"That's interesting," she murmured, trying not to let her gaze wander.

She lost her balance and fell forward into the prince, face-first right into his chest. His arm instantly came around her waist to hold her and keep her from falling further.

"I'm so sorry," she said, muffled into the fabric.

He chuckled and helped her steady herself again. "No need for apology," he replied smoothly. The embarrassed look on her face was adorable to him.

She took a step back and gestured toward the mirror behind him. He turned and looked himself over. It wasn't entirely bad, but it was noticeable enough to him and her that these clothes were a bit too small. Turning back to her, he grinned and added,

"So, the specialty store, then?"

The woman chuckled and nodded in reply, and that amused expression turned into shock when she let her eyeline fall too far.

"Um..." Her eyes were wide, her lips puckered and rolled in, as if she was unsure what to say.

He looked down and noticed that her bumping into him had aroused him more than he originally thought. Looking back up at her, he gave a sly grin and slid in closer, wrapping an arm around her upper waist.

"You, uh... We can't leave..." she stammered, clearly becoming shy again. Kissing her forehead, he groaned playfully.

"Oh? Why not? Hm?" He teased. "Is there something wrong?"

She pulled away and turned her back to him. "No, no! You should probably change so we can...go," she lied in reply.

Diavolo gave an amused, quiet chuckle. "I can see right through that. But yes, I suppose so," he replied in a low pitch in her ear. She didn't move, but he could see her flinch just slightly.

After he was changed and everything was put back, the two made the venture to the specialty store, and indeed, they had much better luck there. Though he was still near the top of the size range, it was definitely a better overall fit for the Demon Lord. He noticed how much more expensive everything was, though, and he reminded himself to make sure he paid her back tenfold for buying everything.

---

The human woman walked on back to the other side of the house and opened a series of doors. She found Diavolo playing with the neighborhood stray cats outside at the back of the house, and had to drag him away. Though, he wasn't entirely sad to leave them. He knew he'd be back.

Once inside the house again, she brought him to the common room where her parents were eagerly waiting. She linked arms with him and stopped in front of them.

It was dead silent as the pair stood there. Her parents' gazes trailed upward to find the rather large prince towering over them. He was wearing a black set of slacks and a button-up long sleeve shirt with matching sports coat. It wasn't often that her father found himself looking up at anyone, being tall himself. Her mother was shorter than her, nearly having to take a step back to look at him fully.

"Mom, Dad, this is Diavolo," she announced quietly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both," Diavolo beamed, giving his best airs and graces.

"And you, too," her mom finally spoke up. She elbowed her husband.

"It's good to meet you, too," her dad added, sounding uncertain.

Her parents sat first, so she brought Diavolo over to the adjacent couch to sit.

"Where are you from Dia..." Her mom trailed off, unsure how to pronounce his name.

"Diavolo," he repeated with a warm smile.

"Diavolo," her mom repeated.

"Yes, I'm from out of the country. It's a place no one has ever heard of here in the States, and it's rather challenging to find it on any map from this part of the world," he replied.

"Alright. What do you do for a living?" Her father asked next, eyeing the demon further.

"I work for the government and the education system," he answered.

"Government and education? So, are you more conservative or liberal?" Her mother asked next.

"Mom!"

"That's alright," Diavolo stated with another warm smile, placing a hand over hers. "We do have our traditions, yes, but we are open to influence from others, in fact, it's my current mission to ensure we do our best to welcome everyone so we can learn more about each other. It's for the betterment of everyone, I think."

"That sounds rather wise," her father replied.

"How did you meet Diavolo then?" Her mom asked pointedly.

"We sort of ran into each other for the first time at the post office, and we kept in touch," she replied, hoping her somewhat truth would stick.

"Well, it's good to meet you," her mom replied.

"Do you happen to play sports? You could easily play for the NFL or somethin', maybe even wrestling," her dad inquired. Immediately, she internally groaned and squeezed Diavolo's arm.

The prince chuckled and squeezed her back while he spoke. "Ah, no, technically, I don't play for any teams, but I do enjoy playing sports at home, as well as cycling and jogging daily for exercise."

"It's not often I find anyone who's much taller than me, son, so I'd've bet money on ya playing," her father drawled.

Diavolo smiled bashfully at the word "son" and crinkled his eyes.

"Okay, well, we're gonna head out for a... a date," she finally cut into the conversation.

"You said you're from out of the country. Where are you staying?" Her mom asked, ignoring her daughter.

"Ah, well, it seems there was a mishap with my former accommodations, so I'll have to find something," Diavolo replied smoothly as the human girl stood with him.

"Oh no! Dear, we should let him stay here. We have a spare bedroom," her mom offered and looked at her husband.

Her father deadpanned and sighed, knowing his wife had already made up her mind. "If you need it, we have a place for ya," he agreed.

"You two are most kind and generous. I see where she gets it from," Diavolo beamed down at his companion brightly. "But I don't wish to intrude."

"You're not. I'll make sure everything is ready when you two return," her mom said, now shooing them out the front door.

The human and Diavolo walked out of the house and down to the driveway where her car was. When the pair got into her car, she snuck a look at the front door and saw two heads peaking out to watch, to which she rolled her eyes.

"What is it, my love?" Diavolo purred in her ear. "I thought it went well."

"It did, so now they're watching us," she replied, cooking an eyebrow at the lurkers. They ducked back inside and closed the front door. Both chuckled and sighed, and finally she turned to look at him, only to snicker at how off he looked in her compact SUV.

"Wild guess, your cars are also bigger," she teased with a crooked smile.

"Like I said, smart and beautiful," he replied playfully.

She then put it in reverse to leave the driveway and then forward again to putter on down the street.

"I'll have to let you see my collection when I get a chance. I have a feeling you'll enjoy some of them," he added joyfully, watching the world go by.

She gripped the steering wheel slightly, thinking about that. "You... want me to see the, erm, Devildom?"

He was quiet for a moment before looking over at her again while she looked at the road ahead.

"I would, yes," he answered.

"Oh," she said in surprise, raising both brows. "I'm honored."

"You've shown me your home, where and how you live, and I would like to show you mine," he added.

"I hope someday I can," she replied, sounding uncertain. The human woman tried not to think about how this could all end for them. She wasn't sure she'd be able to keep him, nor would he be able to take her with him when he went home. She also had her reservations about being in a place of demons and whether or not she'd survive, let alone fit in.

"Something is bothering you," he observed in a more quiet tone.

They came to a stop at a red light, and she briefly looked over at the prince.

"I know you care for me, and maybe even love me, but is that enough for you to actually try and make this work? I mean, you said you'd take me with you, but I just have a feeling something is going to get in the way, and I won't ever see you again," she replied, accelerating as the light turned green. "We haven't even talked about the logistics of all this."

"You're right, and I don't wish to alarm or upset you when I say I haven't entirely worked it out either, but I am working on it. It doesn't help when I don't have any way to access or talk to my butler or the brothers," Diavolo replied, a touch solemn-sounding.

"I guess we need to get a hold of them. Where were you before you ended up here?" She asked, making a turn down another road.

"Japan," he answered. She sighed and rubbed her temple with one hand.

"Alright," she said, sounding resigned.

After about ten more minutes, the pair had arrived at the movie theater. Diavolo quickly got out to stretch his legs and look around as she finally made her way around to join him. She smiled a bit as she said,

"Sorry, I guess I never thought I'd have a seven foot tall boyfriend when I got this car."

Diavolo smiled brightly, taking off his jacket and throwing it over his arm and taking her hand.

"So I'm your boyfriend now?"

"I thought we established that. If you were thinking more, I'm afraid you'll need to put a ring on it," she sassed him, leading him towards the entrance to the theater.

"A ring? Oh, like marriage? Do you want a ring?" He asked curiously.

She tripped over her own feet when she heard him say that. He held her hand tight and pulled her up quickly, not letting her fall. Next, she was in his arms and face planted into his sternum.

"If that's what you want, I'll find the best ring for you–"

"Dia!" She whispered intensely. She pulled him aside and spoke very quietly but with vigor. "We are technically on our first date, and you're telling me you want to marry me? You know that sounds insane, right?!"

The Demon Lord ducked his head down low and replied back in a deep rumble, "I did tell you I loved you just earlier today during sex, did I not? I know what I want."

"Do all demons act like this?" She muttered, still dumbfounded.

"Like what?" He asked a bit more seriously then.

"Head-strong?" She was asking more than answering.

"That's just me, my darling," he replied.

She narrowed her eyes. "You don't like being told no, do you?"

He cracked a smile then. "You are a bright one."

"And you're starting to sound like a yandere," she mumbled, leading him to the theater and entering.

"Hm, you seem like the type to enjoy such behavior," he murmured as she approached the counter.

She bought their tickets and led him to the concession area. After buying their snacks and finding their theater, she walked all the way up the stairs to the very back row, sitting in the middle. Diavolo followed closely and sat next to her, clearly too big for the seat. She set up the armrests on either side so he could have more room.

"Thank you," he murmured in her ear. "Though I see this as just a reason to hold you close." He slithered an arm around her.

"What did you mean earlier? That I would like that behavior?" She asked quietly, ignoring his comment.

He hid his head behind hers to very quietly whisper behind her ear, "As smart and observant you are, I've noticed some things about you, too. You relish the thought of someone being so obsessed with you that they'd be willing to steal you away. You crave someone who wants you so bad, makes you feel wanted and desired."

She looked ahead at the silver screen, watching the commercials roll on. Keeping her head still but flitting her eyes down and towards him, she whispered back, "Is that so wrong?"

"No, my sweet, it's not. Only, though, it would be if you didn't let the one who wanted to be that for you do so," he replied in a rumble. She then finally rested her hand on his large thigh and let her head roll back onto his outer chest.

"I agree."

He kissed her temple, and the lights in the theater dimmed as the movie played. It was an action type, typical gunslinging, and martial arts that were far too heavily edited to be real, but neither were particularly paying attention after twenty minutes. They found their lips to be far more entertaining, salacious touches only for the darkness to see.

"Hey, uh... the movie is over," the attendant mumbled from across the room. Both snapped their heads and saw a poor, traumatized college student half-turned away from the pair, holding a broom and dustpan.

"Sorry, we'll go," the woman jumped up and scurried past the prince, hopping down the steps with Diavolo following.

The two were laughing when they got outside, running out, hand-in-hand. There was a mist in the air, the streetlights on in the darkness surrounding them. They quickly got back in her car, and just as she started it, she looked over at the prince who was staring her down with the same look he had much earlier that morning when she found him.

"Hang on," she murmured, putting the car in drive and speeding off to a new location. Within five minutes, they were in a dark area in front of a pond, glistening under the light of her car's headlights, until she switched the car off.

"Where is this?" The prince asked in the dark. The clouds were heavy, and there were no lights around to illuminate either of them, though he was adapted to this level of lighting with his demonic eyes.

"This is a property of a friend of mine. Their house is on the opposite end, and she told me to stop by whenever I need a breather," she replied, her hand blindly finding his arm.

"And... why are we here?" He asked again.

"Because judging by that look you gave me, you weren't terribly interested in our date ending just yet," she answered softly.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed.

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[queeniecook]

November 2 to 8 - Part 2

True to her word, Vera arranges with Caleb to take AJ and Este out to the new park on the island, giving Apollo time alone to talk to Naya once she arrives home from work.

"How was work?" Apollo asks when Naya enters their bedroom. He asks her every night, he wonders if she thinks he asks just to seem like a good husband but he actually listens to what she has to say, wanting to know about her life away from their home. 

"Good. We finished our project for Mid-November today." She replies, looking at him. He looks serious and that causes a knot to form in the pit of her stomach. She removes her high heels, placing them onto her shoe rack before joining Apollo on the love seat.

"I'd like to talk about our situation, Naya." Apollo starts, not wanting to use the "we need to talk" phrase. It always sounds so harsh to him. 

"Okay." Naya replies, folding her hands nervously. In all honesty, she knew this was coming. They had been dancing around it for a while. Apollo has tried to talk to her about it few times but she isn't a fan of any type of confrontation. 

"I'm worried about how much time you're spending at the office." Apollo says gently, he doesn't want their talk to break into a fight. That's the last thing he wants. Naya nods and he continues. "AJ says he misses you and I miss you too."

Hearing her son misses her it what really stings. Not that she don't care that her husband misses her, she does but it hits different when it's your child. "I love you both, please don't doubt that."

"We don't doubt that, honey. But I don't want you to miss out on our son's childhood in favor of your career." Apollo's voice rises slightly and he takes a breath to calm himself.

Naya shifts, looking at her husband. "Do you think I'm picking my career over our family??" She asks, getting a bit emotional. 

Apollo sighs "No. I just...don't understand. We have money. I could get it if we needed the money but we don't. I will never be one of those guys that is all macho and tells his wife she can't work, but you don't have to work so hard..."

"Yes I do!" Naya yells before she can censor herself. She blows out a breath and tries to regain her composure, as Apollo doesn't even look at her. He's staring at their bed instead. "This isn't about money, Apollo. I want to make a name for myself in the Fashion Industry before I'm old and grey."

Apollo hears his wife's voice break at end and looks at her, things make a little more sense now. He wants to hug her but she doesn't look like she'll let him at this moment. He stands, thinking.

Naya slowly rises after her husband, sniffling a bit. "I know you don't really get it because you're happy where you are with your career but I'm not."

"Some things are more important than a career." Apollo reminds her. "Time won't rewind just because you want it to."

Naya surprises both herself and Apollo whens he latches onto him. "I already had to give up one dream, please don't expect me to give up another."

He knows she's talking about the fact that they didn't get to have more kids. It was a dream he had to give up too but at least they have AJ.

"This doesn't fix anything for AJ." Apollo comments after a few moments of silence. 

Naya sighs, still holding onto her husband, the man she's loved since high school. "Maybe...I could try working from home a few days a week?" She suggests, she did it when she was pregnant with AJ and they were all hiding out from Ciara and Man Bun guy. 

"If you think it'll work." Apollo comments, he feels like he has no energy left for some reason. He feels drained. 

"It's worth a shot. It'll allow me to still work but also be here more." Naya tells him, otherwise she isn't sure what to do.

Apollo nods, he isn't sure if it will solve things because she'll be absorbed in her work but it would at least cut down on the time she spends traveling on certain days - that may open up her schedule a little more to spend time with their family.

Even with the issues between them, they still love one another and their son. Time will tell if their new arrangement works out. 

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[iceman-kazansky]

In Your Arms, I Sleep Without a Doubt

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Requested by: @jill-smith-123

Request: So for the one shot it can filled with A LOT of angst yn could be captain Miller's daughter and maybe she's worried she'll loose Ryan again because of the war and stuff But maybe he gives her kisses and tells her it'll be okay hehe

Pairings: Private James Ryan x f! Miller! Wife!reader

Warnings: Movie-typical violence mentioned (Guns, Explosions, Bombs, etc), blood, loss of a parent, Reader and James are Married, hurt/comfort

A/n: I hope you like this, it was fun to work on and honestly, one of my favorite fics :D

(Not to mention, you were also INCREDIBLY nice to deal with and were very kind, even with me accidentally blocking you after mistaking you for a blank blog ((sorry again btw)) )

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Bullets. Everywhere. They leave puffs of dirt when they smack into the brick walled buildings.

Explosions. Much too loud for your ears. Each deafening 'Boom!' leaves behind a fiery ball of destruction in the form of a bowl-shaped crater.

Their eyes. The desperate, fleeting looks of agony. Of pain. Their fearful gazes as death waits for them to finish their last breath patiently. Holding his deadly sword of death above their head like a mistletoe.

Blood. Your comrades. The enemies. Your fathers. Crimson residue of death splattering on your face when they are gunned down. It reeks. The stench invades your nostrils, choking you out of your horrific and intricate labyrinth of nightmares.

You awoke with a jolt, cold sweat dotting your forehead. Your breathing is erratic. An irregular pattern as you recall the nightmare you were just shaken from.

When you look up towards the window you see the moon, shining high up in the sky, it's pale face staring you down, you feel the need for a breath of cold, fresh night air.

Rising from where you sit upright on the bed, you silently make your way out of your shared bedroom and out the front door - to the porch -

You stand, leaned against the railing of the house you share with your husband – James – who is currently peacefully asleep, staring at the night above. The stars twinkle beautifully, like mini diamonds of infinite light, blinking down upon your delicate form.

For minutes, you stay like that, watching the stars, listening to the blissful song sung by the creatures of the night. It's peaceful.

The door creaks open behind you, but you don't bother to look over your shoulder. You already know who it is.

"Are you okay?" He asks as he leans on the porch railing beside you, his stunning green gaze trailing your face.

With a quivering lip you look over to him, and his eyes go impossibly soft, "Oh, Honey."

He wraps you in his large arms, hugging you close to his chest in an effort to comfort you. He provides a place of warmth and security while the pent up fear and grief releases itself out in the form of hot tears.

For some silent moments, you just rock in the comfort of his arms, small and quiet sobs rack your body and hot tears drip off your chin and into his shirt.

"Why are you crying, darling?' He asks, his voice soft and a comforting warmth.

"I-" hiccuping, you pause for a moment, "I'm afraid, James."

He doesn't say anything, just stares at you, waiting for you to continue, "afraid of losing you. Losing you just like how I lost him."

He sighs, and hugs you again, kissing your forehead, "Oh, baby," He whispers, peppering your face with kisses, "You won't lose me."

"But what if you get drafted?"

"I won't." He says, as if that would be ensured, when deep down, you know the army might pull him back any day, tell him 'you need to come fight again,' and put him back into danger.

And with the war brewing in Korea, your fear did nothing but deepen, worries eating away at you as the war raged on. "You don't know that." You whisper.

Your husband presses a few kisses to your face, one to the tip of your nose, one to your cheek, below your eyes, another to your forehead, and finally a firm one to your lips, "I promise my love, I'm not going to war."

He grabs your hand delicately, his large palms enclosing your own, warm fingers pressed lightly against your own, "C'mon love, let's go back to bed."

Sniffling, you follow him back inside and back to your bedroom, where you both lay side by side.

He leans over and closes you in his arms, spooning you, whispering, "I love you" in your ear.

"I love you too."

Locked safely in his arms, back pressed into his chest while you cuddle, you fall asleep in peace. Surely, the thought of the impending war wouldn't leave you, the fear of losing your husband to war once more, so recently after your father's tragic passing, and nearly your whole squad's brutal death, where you'd first met James.

But here, lying in his perfect arms, on this perfect night, the thoughts of war and nightmares would keep at bay for a while. Allowing you to sleep peacefully in your husband's protection.

[hemsworthandhiddleston]

Baby Love - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Fandom: Tom Hiddleston

Warnings: Fluffy fluff

Rating: PG

Summary: Tom and his wife welcome their baby girl into the world.

Tom shut the door of his home and pulled off his wet coat. The rainstorm had come in unexpectedly and he was forced to run from the car without an umbrella. After hanging his coat on the rack, he ran his fingers through his wet hair as he walked further into the house.

"Y/N!" He called, "where are you?"

He was met with silence as he entered the kitchen. He figured he would have found her at the counter making their dinner. He hadn't been expecting her to be cooking but often, she was making dinner when he came home. He loved coming home to the wonderful fragrances of whatever she was preparing. So, when he didn't find her, he had to admit he was slightly disappointed. Tom left the kitchen and stopped in the living room. From where he stood, he saw Y/N in their pool. He opened the sliding glass door and stepped onto the patio. Y/N was floating in the water watching the rain hitting the glass of the patio roof, her swollen pregnant belly protruding from the water.

" Y/N."

She moved so she was standing and turned towards the sound of her husband's voice. Her face lit up when she saw him.

"Baby!"

Tom chuckled, "hi sweetheart. How are you?"

Y/N just shrugged causing him to frown.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she answered quietly.

Tom grabbed her towel and walked to the stairs, "come out so we can talk. I can't help unless I know what's bothering you."

Y/N sighed softly but did as he asked. She held the railing and slowly climbed the three steps. Tom wrapped the towel around her body as best as he could and leaned forward to kiss her.

"What's wrong?"

She waddled her way to the table to sit down.

"I'm a little afraid to tell you."

"What? Why? You can tell me anything."

Y/N sighed softly, "I am so ready for this to be over."

"What?"

"The pregnancy. My back hurts all the time. I'm tired and cranky all the time. I'm as big as a house because all I want to do is eat. I've gained so much weight that," she paused as tears filled her eyes, "I'm afraid you're going to leave me cause I'm so fat."

Tom kneeled in front of her, "no love. That is not true at all. You're not fat. You are pregnant with our child. You are about to give me the most beautiful gift in the world."

Tears slid down Y/N's cheeks at his words. Tom reached out and gently wiped them away. Leaning forward he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her gently.

"I love you very much. If there is anything I can do to make you more comfortable I will."

She shook her head sadly, "I don't really think there is."

"I'm so sorry. It's only two more weeks and then we'll have our beautiful little girl. It'll be worth it in the end, right?"

She gave him a teary smile, "yes it will be."

Tom kissed her again and again, "I'm sorry it's been so difficult."

"It's okay. Some days are harder than others."

"Is there something I should be doing that I'm not?" he asked concerned, "you know I would do anything for you."

"I know you would Tom," she reassured, "There's nothing you haven't done for me or our baby. I mean you took time off from working to make sure we were taken care of. I don't mean to complain so much and I'm sorry I am. I'm just very uncomfortable right now. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. If I could take some of the pain for you, I would but unfortunately."

Y/N laughed and kissed him, "I love you so much."

"I love too darling," he bent and kissed her belly, "I love you too baby girl."

Y/N smiled and kissed him again when he sat back.

"So, when are you going to tell me what you want to name her?"

"Soon," she smiled, "I think you'll really like it."

***

Y/N moved around the kitchen preparing lunch. She had just retrieved a loaf of bread from the bread drawer when a sharp pain shot through her stomach.

"Ahh!" she groaned as she bent over in pain.

She gripped the counter as another pain ripped through her stomach, "Tom! Tom!"

Tom jumped up from his desk chair when he heard his wife screaming his name.

"Y/N!?" he ran down the hallway and down the stairs, "Where are you?"

He was heading for the living room when he heard her scream again. He changed direction quickly and ran into the kitchen.

"What happened?" he asked frantically when he saw her bent over, "What is it darling?"

"Oh god," she groaned, "I'm having contractions. I think I'm in labor."

"Okay. It's okay," he assured, "Let's sit you down."

He moved her to one of the kitchen chairs.

"I'm going to go get your bag."

"Hurry. I'm scared."

"Don't be scared love," Tom kissed her forehead, "it's going to be alright."

**

An hour later Y/N was situated in a hospital bed while a nurse hooked her up to the heart monitors that would monitor her and the baby's heartbeat.

"How are you doing Y/N?"

She looked up at her husband, "Okay but really scared."

"I know love. But I'm right here with you. We're going to get through this together. Whatever you need, I'm here."

Y/N nodded, "Okay."

Two hours passed and the nurses were wheeling Y/N into a birthing room. She was squeezing the hell of Tom's hand as another contraction hit.

"Breath love. Keep breathing."

***

"How do you think it's going in there?" Elsa asked.

Chris looked at his wife, "I'm sure she's fine. Tom would never let anything happen to his wife." "Look he's coming," she stood from her chair and walked towards Tom, "So?"

Tom smiled, "She's so beautiful. 7 lbs 5 oz. 21" long."

Elsa smiled and hugged him, "Congratulations. I'm so happy for you guys."

"Me too," Chris spoke up and hugged his friend, "We called Y/N's parents. They should be here tomorrow morning."

"Thanks. In all the flurry I didn't even think."

"It's fine," Elsa assured, "We took care of it."

"Thank you so much. I have to get back in there."

"Ok. Let us know when we can see them."

Tom nodded and took off for the delivery room.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, concerned when he saw his wife wasn't holding their daughter.

Y/N gave him a tired smile, "The nurses are cleaning her up."

"Okay mom," one of the nurses carried the baby over and laid her in Y/N's arms, "Take a few minutes and then we'll bring you back to your room."

"Thank you."

Y/N smiled, "You were a part of this you know?" He laughed, "So, what are we naming her?"

"Ophelia."

Tom looked at her surprised, "A Shakespeare name?"

"Yes," Y/N smiled at him, "What do you think?"

"It's perfect," he leaned down and kissed his daughter's head, "Hello Miss Ophelia. I'm your daddy."

Y/N smiled, "I love you."

"I love you too. Always."