#oh ovulation I’ve missed you

[lavender-femme]

If I’m not being bred by a butch then what’s the point?

#i’m talking #oh ovulation I’ve missed you #lololol #femme4butch #femme4stud #femme lesbian #i need to bred like yesterday i swear it’s getting fucking desperate out here

[sansaorgana]

I don't quite understand if the requests are open, but I can't get it out of my head. Can you write something ​​about Gale Cleven/reader ovulating? (with smut please 🙏🏻🙏🏻)

I really love your writing!!!😭💗

hello, babes! 😊 I tried to write the first request of the Reader ovulating and them trying for a baby with Buck being some sort of a soft!dom and I hope he's soft!dom enough in this fic haha I always imagine him super sweet and vanilla personally tbh 🙈

I had to currently close the requests because I got so many so I'm working on them atm 🙏🏻

🔞 THIS FIC IS 18+ 🔞

You had a busy day running errands all around town since early morning so you sighed with relief when the evening finally came and you could take a long, relaxing bath before putting on a nightgown and go to bed to read a magazine. Your husband was in his study room downstairs where he was working on some papers for his work but he would usually join you in bed an hour before midnight to read a book as well. You enjoyed those quiet evenings the most out of the whole day.

You sat comfortably with your back resting on the pillow and opened the magazine to look for interesting articles. On one of the pages you spotted a nice advert of a new cosmetic brand. You tilted your head and bit on your lower lip, deciding you would like to try it. So, you opened the drawer of your bedside table and took out your small calendar to write down the brand’s name.

It opened on today’s date and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of a little heart that you had drawn there some time ago. That little heart could mean only one thing – you were ovulating. And because of all your errands on that day, you had completely forgotten about it.

You were actively trying for a baby with Buck. You had wanted a baby before his departure to Europe, actually – you had wanted to have his child in case he wouldn't come back. You hadn’t succeeded back then but in the end it had been for the best. If you had gotten pregnant then, Buck would have missed all of your pregnancy and the first year of your child’s life. But now he was back and the war was over. It was the best time to have a baby and you were determined; tracking your cycle, marking the fertile days in your calendar and following your doctor’s advice about the diet to increase your chances.

You put the calendar and magazine down before jumping out of the bed and fixing your hair quickly in the mirror; taking the rollers out as fast as possible and brushing the waves. Then you put some perfume on and caressed the slight creases on the nightgown’s fabric as you put on a gentle smile and walked out of the bedroom.

You went downstairs and knocked slightly upon the door leading to your husband’s study room. However, you didn’t wait for his reply because you only knocked to announce your arrival so he wouldn’t be startled – you didn’t do that to actually wait for his permission to enter. You pushed the door open and saw Buck sitting by the desk as he sighed at some paperwork in front of him.

“Baby,” you called for him softly and he raised his tired eyes at you.

“What is it, love?” He asked, gently.

“How busy are you?” You stood behind him and put your hands upon his tense shoulders to give them a quick massage. He hummed to himself at the feeling of your soft fingers squeezing all the muscle knots.

“Pretty busy,” he answered and you pouted. “What is it, sugar?”

“I’ve just realised that today’s the best day to make a baby this month,” you whispered, a little shyly. Buck looked up at you with a soft smile and you felt your cheeks heating up.

“Really?” He asked and you nodded. “Oh, well, then that is more important. Come here,” he invited you to sit on his lap as he moved away from the desk to make some space.

You sat across his thighs and threw your arms around his neck to clasp your hands behind his head. Buck pulled you closer by your hips and leaned in to place a gentle kiss upon your lips. When you broke the kiss, you pressed your forehead to his and rubbed your noses together. You moved your hands to his cheeks as your fingertips caressed the thin scars scattered on his face.

“I want to have your baby,” you breathed out. “Please, I want to make you a daddy,” you pleaded.

“Don’t you worry, baby,” Buck kissed your lips again, “I’ll give my wife anything she wants,” he promised with a playful smile. “Come, sweetheart, let me put a baby in you,” he lifted you up as you squealed with a giggle.

Buck moved all the papers to the side in one swift move of his hand before placing you gently on the top of his desk.

“You want to make our baby here?” Your eyes widened at him and he froze with his hands on his belt as he raised an eyebrow at you.

“What do you mean?”

“Take me upstairs, baby,” you whined and put your foot on his chest playfully as he grabbed you by your ankle.

“You’re being a brat, Mrs. Cleven,” he warned and you chuckled. “You’re lucky that I’m so in love with you, you know that?”

“Sure, I do, Major,” you saluted and he rolled his eyes before lifting you up bridal style. You threw your arms around him and hid your face in the crook of his neck.

Buck opened the door of his study room with his shoe before taking you upstairs, taking each step very carefully because he didn’t want to drop you or fall down with you on top of him. You took that time to suck on the soft flesh below his ear.

When you finally reached the bedroom, Buck laid you down on the bed gently and admired you for a while.

“You’re glowing, baby,” he admitted.

“Yes, I am,” you nodded, “because it’s time for you to put a baby in me,” you reminded him. “So, what are you waiting for?” You panted and reached out for him as he shook his head and chuckled softly.

“I should teach you some patience,” he took his shirt off and put it neatly on the chair by the vanity table. A Major indeed – he would never just throw it on the floor.

“Perhaps. But we know you won’t because you love to spoil me,” you giggled as Buck took his belt off and put it on top of his shirt. “God, you’re taking so long,” you whined. The idea of him putting a baby in you was exciting enough but seeing him undress was making it worse.

“Alright, come here, little mama,” he finally joined you in bed as he positioned himself above you, wearing nothing but his underwear. “So impatient for your husband to take care of you?” He teased and caressed your face to get your hair out of the way.

“Just want my man to put a baby in me,” you crossed your legs behind his back as your nightgown pulled up and revealed your panties.

“Oh, I’m gonna. I’m gonna make love to you all night long,” he promised and put his big, warm hand on your womb. It made you giggle as you already imagined yourself swollen with his baby. He’d be the best father in the world just like he was the best husband and you wanted nothing more than to give him a child. It would make your family complete.

Buck joined your lips together in a sweet and gentle yet passionate kiss as he allowed his fingertips to run freely all around your body, making you shiver as goosebumps appeared on your skin. You pressed your hands to his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat under your palms. You loved him so much that it was making you dizzy to have him so close and all yours – after all those long months of him being so far away from you… you had been starting to forget that your husband was a real person made out of flesh and with a heart pumping his blood, with beautiful blue eyes and golden hair, those pretty long eyelashes and an adorable smile that reminded you of a little boy. You hoped your child would have the same.

But now he was back, he was here. You hadn’t made him up, he wasn’t a make-believe lover. He was real and he was yours and yours only.

You arched your back to give him better access to your breasts as he sucked on them gently and hummed to himself as he was holding you by your ribs.

“They’re gonna swell soon, little mama,” he murmured while he kissed you all around one of your nipples and then he moved to another. “Gonna be full of sweet milk for my baby.”

“Y-yes, daddy,” you tangled one of your hands in his golden hair to pull on it gently and caress it.

Buck looked up at you with his beautiful eyes as one golden hair strand fell down on his forehead and you gasped at how pretty he looked. It made him blush a little but also smirk. His hands moved down and slid your panties off of you easily. He tossed them aside on the bed and opened your legs further as you revealed to him your glistening womanhood. You would always get so much wetter than usual during your fertile days. And so much more needy for your husband.

You reached your hands out to the outline of his hard cock, desperately wanting him inside of you already. You pulled his underwear down clumsily before he shushed you softly and pushed your hands away. He took it off on his own as it joined your panties on the side of the bed.

Gently, he grabbed you by your thighs and moved you closer to him as easily as if you were light as a feather. He was strong and you loved it – especially the way he was able to make you feel so small and vulnerable under him. Your nightgown pushed nearly all the way up while you were being pulled down to line your entrance up with his cock, revealing your abdomen to him. You moved the sheer fabric of the nightgown out of your face and watched him carefully pressing the tip of his cock to your swollen and wet clit.

A shiver went down your body at the feeling as you moaned. Your fingernails digged into his bicep as the other hand tugged on the sheets.

Buck would always take his time with preparing you for his fat cock. He never wanted to cause you any pain or discomfort. He would rub circles on your clit with his tip as your muscles relaxed and only then he would slowly start to push the length inside, inch by inch, watching carefully your every facial expression and every sigh, every moan, every eye-roll. He savoured them but he also stopped all his movement whenever he’d notice you were in any amount of pain.

Breathing heavily, he lowered himself down as he finally pushed all of his length inside and gave you a while to adjust to his size. Your thighs were surrounding his waist, pulling him even closer as if it was possible. His face loomed over yours and he put his hands on both sides of your head.

“Open your eyes, baby, keep looking at me when I make you a mama,” he whispered and you followed as your eyelids fluttered open. You gasped at the sight of his face so close, his beautiful eyes looking deep into yours as he began to thrust his hips, rutting as deep into you as he could, determined to put a baby inside of you.

You moaned and moved your hands to his muscular shoulders, digging your nails deep into his flesh at the overwhelming sensation of his fat cock stretching you out and making you feel full. You looked down for a brief moment and got dizzy at the sight of your belly bulge and his cock’s outline so deep inside of your pussy. With each thrust he was hitting a spot that was making your toes curl and tears of pleasure pricking your eyes.

“Eyes up, baby,” he crooned and you looked at his face again. “Good girl,” he praised and your walls squeezed around his cock. “My good girl,” he added, knowing perfectly well how his words were making you feel. “I’m gonna fill you up with my baby, you’re gonna be all swollen and sweet for me, I’m gonna take care of you,” he whispered his promises but with time his words were getting less coherent and audible as they were turning into grunts of pleasure.

Buck pressed his forehead to yours as his golden hair strands stuck to his sweaty forehead and you felt his body tensing while his hips’ movement became chaotic. He was close and you cupped his face; his cheeks pink and his full, soft lips slightly parted. He was a sight.

“That’s right, baby, just like that,” you encouraged him, “give me that, all of that, baby,” you pleaded as his spasmodic thrusts were bringing you closer to your own peak, too. “Make me a mama and I’m gonna grow your baby, I’m gonna make you a daddy,” you promised.

Buck moved one of his hands down and put it on your womb, pressing on it gently as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you could no longer force yourself to keep them open at the overwhelming feeling and a knot in your lower abdomen finally relaxing as you reached your high with a loud moan of your husband’s name. He spilled himself deep inside of you with a groan into your ear but he didn’t move an inch once your highs were gone. Still inside of you, he grabbed your thighs and moved them up to press them to your chest before joining your lips together in a sloppy kiss.

After a while you felt him softening and that was when he finally slowly pulled out but he kept your bent legs pressed to your chest in a steady grip as he glanced at the clock on his bedside table. He would usually keep you like this for at least five minutes for his seed to take.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he cooed to you. “Gonna be even more beautiful carrying my baby, you know that?”

“Why would I want it so bad if I didn’t?” You chuckled and he shook his head with a soft laughter. He let go of your thighs and you sat up to cling to him and pepper his blushing and sweaty face with soft kisses as your hands moved across his chest and arms to caress them. Buck put his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to kiss you all over your cheeks as well. Both of your naked and exhausted, sweaty bodies were tangled with each other as you were sitting on your bed and sharing dozens of sweet little kisses.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you whispered.

“For what, sugar?” Buck moved away slightly as he cupped your cheek with his hand and raised his eyebrow at you. “We don’t know yet if we’ve made our little baby,” he smiled softly.

“No, I know. But thank you for coming home to me,” you caressed his ruffled hair to move it away from his forehead. “Thank you for being such a good husband to me.”

“You make loving you so easy, sweetheart,” he assured you. “You were right. I love spoiling you because you deserve the world.”

“I don’t want it,” you shook your head as your eyes widened. “I only want you, Major Cleven. You are my whole world.”

Visibly moved by your words, Buck laid you down carefully as if you were made of glass. He lowered himself as well, pressing a kiss to your womb and laying his head on top of it while his arms hugged your waist.You played with his hair and smiled softly at your husband.

“I hope you hear me if you’re there, little one,” he whispered into your abdomen. “You are so loved already,” Buck assured. “And so lucky to spend the next nine months under your sweet mama’s heart,” he added.

“And to have a daddy like Major Cleven,” you played along as you caressed Buck’s cheek. “I chose you the best daddy you could ask for, little bean.”

MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST

#sansaorgana: Answered #lovely anons #*buck #gale cleven x reader #austin butler x reader #lilysfiction

[abilouwrites]

BARZAL BABY FEVER

Mat BARZAL 😻🤠

“Oh lindy loulou” I grin sweetly at the three month old as I hold her into my arms, smothering the sweet baby in kisses, “oh ain’t you jus the cutest lil gumdrop to ever be”

I used to hate when my southern accent would shine through but I’ve grown to not mind it as much, “yes you are, yes you are!” I rock her slowly shuffling back and fourth, Noah looks at me and I know he wants his a baby back but I’m not ready to give her up just yet.

“Y/n please, Linds needs her nap” He begs quietly as I continue playing with his daughter, tickling her tummy and watching as she grins and laughs a little, “Mat tell your girlfriend to give me my baby back”

He doesn’t respond, sitting and staring as I let her suckle on my finger, “Noah, Shh” I whisper gently as I make my way back to the couch, once she starts to fuss I stand back up and keep rocking her, “she’ll nap, don’t you worry”

“Just support her head” He nervously goes to stand but I turn away from him, “y/n please”

“I have little siblings, don’t worry” I wave him off, bouncing her up so she’s got her head on my shoulder.

Mat comes over to me and stands behind me gently kissing her forehead and nose, “can I hold her”

I frown but reluctantly let him hold Lindy, even though she’s not my baby, “she smells so good” I whine out as Mat holds the small infant.

My heart swells as I watch him cradle the little girl, maybe because I’m ovulating or maybe because I saw the ring in the back of his dresser, “she’s just the sweetest lil gooseberry”

Noah nods and I watch Sarah slowly creep outside of the bedroom, “god I’m so sorry I slept through it all” she apologizes rubbing her eyes, “can I get you anythin? Water? Tea, maybe coffee” she asks

“No we’re alright, you sleep well?” I ask, patting down the couch for her to come sit

“Yeah, I needed that. If you two want to babysit”

“Yes” Mat and I say without hesitation

Noah and his wife look at eachother with an excitement and love I adore.

“Next Saturday?”

Lindy and I are laying on the couch of Mat and I’s apartment, she’s playing with the little gold shine on my earrings. Mat left for an hour to hit the gym but he promised to bring back lunch.

“Hey cuties” Mat fawns as he walks back into the apartment. Setting a bag of food down onto the island table, “when’s her nap?” He asks quietly as Lindy rests her head on my chest and sprawls out on me.

“In a few minutes, but I wanna get her sleepy before I put her down” I tell him. Mat nods slowly picking her up, whispering softly as he gently places her down in the little crib Noah lent us.

I get up and make my way to the food mat bought, “good workout?” I ask as he quickly devours a large fry and a few of my chicken nuggets.

“Ya” he whispers out, “so uh this is really out of the blue.. do you think kids are in the cards for us?”

“I think so, at least I would really.. really love to have my own baby. We can’t keep Lindy forever” I confess, “I’m sure once they’re back to a regular sleeping schedule they’ll miss her”

“With the way Noah’s blowing up my phone lately I think they already miss her”

#hockey #nhl #nhl blurb #nhl fanfiction #mat barzal smut #mat barzal x reader #mathew barzal #husband material #mat barzal #mat barzal my beloved

[uchihaharlot]

Happy Smutty Shisui Sunday! I didn’t forget about my man.

This week I went to hell and back and back and back some more. Hardly had any Shisui or Uchiha simpy time for myself. 😩😭 Completely missed my ovulation horny thirst week!! I hope this makes up for it, to you and to me.

Ovulating or not, I’m still unbearably horny for this man.

NSFW; Shisui has been busting fat loads of his cum inside of you. In hopes that you’d end up pregnant & yes, I know Shisui’s birthday has passed. Consider this some sort of retroactive celebration on top of Shisui smutty Sundays.

WC: an ungodly amount of horny brain goes brrrr; mostly edited. My eye started to twitch so yea.

Well. Obviously after about six months he starts to think something is wrong with him or you. He wasn’t entirely shy when it came to making sure he thrusted his warm cum deep at your cervix. And even so far as to repeatedly fucking one load after another into you. You just sort of figured it was that Uchiha breeding kink and let him have his way to sate the desire. That maybe he couldn’t help it and that might be why you ended up beneath him for hours, folded like a pretzel and flipped over to be taken any which way.

Certainly the breeding was partial to it. Shisui really was and at some point admits to hoping you’d grow round with his baby. “…can we talk?”

Was there something wrong with the swim team? Last he checked; or well the yearly physical. They were in prime condition to root and grow inside your womb. There wasn’t a damn thing wrong with him. And maybe he peeped your file and saw everything was in working order for you as well.

“Shisui-kun.” You sit with him at the table; the concern that spreads his face is immaculate. “What’s wrong?”

How does he say this without coming off as weird and maybe even a bit creepy. “I’ve been trying to get you pregnant for the better half of a year and …” full stop when you grab his hand and squeeze.

“Oh, Shisui.” That soft smile he loves so much stretches your lips. “It’s severely impossible at this time.”

Severely?

Well how in the nine circles to hell was that? ‘At this time?’ So it could or had been possible before. “Explain this, please?” It sounded so desperate when he didn’t mean it to. The words wrapped around his larynx and dried his throat, and barely sounded normal as they scratched their way out.

“It’s called birth control.” You try not to laugh, how was he unaware of this? You’ve mentioned it in the past. Maybe long ago.

“No, I would have seen you take the pill. I figured you had stopped since…well, since things are more serious.” How cute was Shisui when he struggled to express his doubts, second guessing if he was full of it or not. Certainly he knew there were other forms of contraception. The look on his face as you explain what an intrauterine device was had you almost in tears of laughter. Even someone like Obito was aware of this.

To think that a measly piece of plastic wrapped in copper was interfering with his family planning!? This was inconceivable—literally! He was an Uchiha for fucks sake. How could something with no substance other than metal and plastic prevent such powerful genes from taking root. This simply did not sit well, but eventually passed as Shisui went through the phases of realization. It almost felt wasteful to think how many times he’s tirelessly laid you down, had you cramped beneath him. Talking filth of spilling into you and milking himself bone dry.

Hot and sweaty; orgasm after orgasm. Even a silent prayer to the gods that he would be blessed with a next of kin. The sour look on his face before he sheepishly smiles said it all as you speak. “I am sorry this disappoints you.”

In reality, couples talked before they had children. Shisui was an entirely different breed of man. He didn’t operate on reckless abandon but to say that the shock value of your uterus not being at his disposal was not something he counted on when he was purposely trying to fuck a baby in you. He almost looks pitiful.

Shrugs it off. Patching up his wounded ego, “it’s fine.” When it didn’t really feel fine. A small part of you felt guilty seeing him so forlorn over it.

And another deplorably sick part of you revels in it, how desperate was Shisui to make your body his in more ways than one. “We can talk about it sometime? Typically…this is a group decision.” With what little words he could manage now, Shisui deliberated the ordeal wasn’t in his favor.

That stung a bit. His irrational need to pump you full of his own personal brand of Uchiha specimen completely outweighed the rational sense of procreation. It was a dual effort and Shisui, too, felt a twinge of guilt. “I’m sorry.”

Yes, he was. You can see it, feel it. How adorably cute he looked with puppy dog reds. So caught in his emotions that the forehead kiss you planted took a beat for it to register. “No harm, no foul.” Your forgiveness was much appreciated. You took it far better than he anticipated in this instance.

From that day forward, a new idea populated in your mind. It was stupid as all hell, but what a better birthday gift than the very thing that tormented his ability to impregnate you. It crossed your doctor as weird when you asked if you could take it with you. Usually it was a firm no, this was a biological hazard. But having the privilege of dating one of the most influential men of all times, from the most prestigious clans the Hidden Village ever produced. The only time you would ever pull that sort of weight over your head. Shisui would surely not appreciate you using the Uchiha name to get what you wanted.

Much less to instill fear into the doctor with no recourse to back it up.

But it works in your favor. Wrapped up cute, the device rests in a small box. Of course this wasn’t a real gift, it was a gag. The real gift was some specially designed and crafted ninja tools, a subscription to that expensive ass hair care he bought throughout the year and well. Your undying love and affection of course. What better way to bring a man to his knees when he came home from a long mission than to tell him that your womb was for the taking? It was hardly romantic, how were you supposed to know this man would froth at the mouth as he entered the kitchen.

Well, you should have known. The skimpy crotchless lingerie you are wearing was a welcome surprise. Then bending over into the oven as if you hadn’t noticed he was there, I mean you did. Looking over your shoulder told you all you needed to see. That thousand yard stare as the kaleidoscope behind his eyes wound tight and instantaneously bled red. Even further widening to elicit what most would call formidable. It was a treat for you when Shisui salaciously threatened you with his Mangekyō. This was a special occasion.

There wasn’t any part of you that his eyes mapped out and took in as you approached him.

“Happy birthday.” You whisper, leaning up to pepper a soft kiss on either cheek before his eagerly opening lips nip at you. “Hungry?”

How easily she looked into the Mangekyō as if it wasn’t a loaded gun. “That’s an understatement.” His hands have been running up and down your sides already, thumbing at the lacy material that did fuck all for the imagination. It literally wrote the entire thing for him. “What’s this?”

Shisui obviously knew it was his birthday, though he hadn’t expected this display of affection. Ok; that’s a blatant lie. He did expect some sort of celebration but this was on an entirely different realm than what he considered.

The opener gag gift. That little wrapped box was easy tore through in swift fashion. Though, its contents perplexed him further. Looking to you again, red silk pearls spin wildly. “That was the baby inhibitor.”

Oh. This was the thing. “Was?” Mission lag had not been kind to Shisui, it was a rough few days. Too many stalled attempts before it was accomplished. But being a genius didn’t leave him entirely ignorant. “Oh.” Like, now it clicks. That this—this exact tiny thing was the actual thing. Which meant, “you’ve been liberated.”

It was a funny way to put it, but to Shisui it meant everything. It meant that he could actually move forward with you. Not that you hadn’t already been moving forward, but this was the sort of progression he desired most.

“…has it?” He asked again, your silence only made him reconsider, and as you held his face with both palms. You gave Shisui the most tender kiss, full-mouthed and deep, he whispered through broken kisses. “Are you truly prepared for this?”

Those words alone send a heat to pool in your lower stomach. That and Shisui’s hands gripping you tightly as they trembled at the curve of your waist. Whether it be excitement or lack of sleep. Probably lack of an actual meal too. He didn’t quite feel like eating dinner in this moment.

“The situation has been rectified.” Those simple yet effective words had more of a profound impact on Shisui. Had you not realized this was something he desperately needed? “It will take a few cycles—”

Words were futile for a man in Shisui’s position. This exact moment found you backwards walked in a series of scorching katon kisses. He nearly singed the back of your throat when he kissed you this way. Maddening him further was the soft touch to his belt as you unclamp it and untucked his cock. Searing more the same kisses your jaw, throat and chest when you stroked his flaming erection. How deliciously sweet but spicy that Uchiha katon tasted as it sat in the back of your esophagus.

Your dainty bodice was left somewhere in between the hall bathroom and the master bedroom door. You were already squirming on two fingers knuckle deep before your head hit the bed. Scoffed at the loss of his cock in your hand. That crotchless little thing had Shisui spreading your slick and tonguing at your clit before you put on whatever act you had planned.

“Your…gifts.” A hopeless mewl when you came on his mouth the first time, Shisui was far too gone.

“…fuck the gifts.” This was more precious than any gift, that you were fully capable of doing him the honors of taking his genetic material and making it into something so valuable and beautiful. “…I don’t care if you take to my seed today, tomorrow or next month. This right here is for practice.”

It wasn’t any sort of sex that you and Shisui had before. Sure, sex was sex when you looked at it from any angle. But this? This was being caged under a man who had little resolve left with his actions. By no means did he hurt or leave a mark that wasn’t planted with the utmost respect for you and your body. Red marks on either side of your neck, chest and thighs. Once Shisui determines you were properly worked out enough for him.

The twitch in his cock as he luridly strokes himself before you, wild eyed and tinted. As he divides you over his length, he shucks both your knees with his arms and full on dips the entirety of his hips into the padding of your ass. It’s almost painful when he presses into you this way.

Only then did he fuck you mercilessly. The consistent deep thrusts are the first to make your eyes roll shut. Hardly ever did he use his teeth, but when you moaned out his name like that. Needy and wanting. There wasn’t anything else he thought of than to bite every inch of skin his mouth came across. You were cramped up so snug beneath him, completely immobilized and at his mercy. The subtle touch of his testicles on a full cock length thrust every now and then. His rhythm unrelenting. Shisui attentively listens to every soft mewl and whimper out of your precious mouth when his lips and fingers don’t have it preoccupied.

But damn did he love the sound of you moaning around his fingers. Choked out on three of them, as your ‘cute little pussy’—or so he called it. Fluttered and milked another deeply buried load into you, at this point he was merely tap to release. Bottoming out into a seemingly bottomless pool of his own cum. It seeped and spilled on to the nice silk sheets you intricately place earlier today.

The dull pulse of another orgasm as he continued to pump so slow, but incredulously deep. As if he purposely never fully fucked his cock into you; which was a far stretch. The many times Shisui inundated the swell of your cunt with his ever throbbing need and used it as a dump was more than you could ever count. How effortlessly he coaxed three more orgasms out of you, each one spasms and threatens another deposit out of him.

This was undoubtedly breeding. No way to describe it overwise. If you hadn’t of guess it by now, the things he said to you were more than an indication of the long night ahead of you. Powerless, but pleased to no end. You didn’t think however many orgasms he worked out of you were possible. You lay almost limp and useless. Along for the ride. Not to mention how sticky and nasty your legs felt. The amount of pain this man’s testicles would bear tomorrow morning was worth while. As if continuing to thrust into you would make his cum leak out less, Shisui was operating on what you assumed was less than half a brain cell. His eyes were lost, distant. Even with the Mangekyō boring into you this way his foresight that he was thoroughly finished hadn’t caught up.

You patted his cheek lovingly. It took a real special woman such as yourself to understand a man like Shisui.

“…Shisui-kun. You can stop now.” It wasn’t a plea, more of a distraction. There hadn’t been any warmth filling you from with in. Just whatever he managed to slosh around inside of you. It caked your insides.

But your seeet voice thrummed through his ears and his heart sank, “…oh …gods.” It was that moment he regained some semblance of control. Having fucked you on autopilot. The apologies flood as the kisses peppered your cheeks.

Here you lie, plugged. Stuffed to the brim of your cunt with his cum. Whatever didn’t manage to leak out still ever present inside you. The viscosity of it only thickens as it sits. So gentle when he slips out, the massive bubbles as his cum fully empties out of you. Shisui didn’t realize the reach of his own body. Scooping you up, he plops you into the tub.

The clock reads three hours that dinner had been sitting on the counter. The warmth of the water soothes your aching legs and back. Shisui hardly used his full strength to outmaneuver you, but this time he hadn’t the slightest how far he took it.

“I’m fine.” You smile, wholly fucked and tired. “…it was just for practice right?”

Shisui ran both hands through damp curls. He had forgotten all that was said. “It won’t be anything like that again.”

But what if you had liked it? “I’m partial to it…” dipping just below the water, up to your nose and not averting your gaze from his. “It was hot.” There you said it.

Shisui smiles the width of his mouth. Hot, you thought it was hot to be fucked like a cocksleeve? “Is that so?”

“…yes.” There wasn’t any way around it. “Just maybe, we take turns?” This was something Shisui could work with.

Slipping into the tub with you, behind you. Shisui leans you against his chest. “I can manage that.” When you mentioned it was rather endearing aside from being mostly prone. He remembers, “about those gifts?”

“After you reheat dinner.” The soft white of the foamy bath water is washed over you by Shisui with a loofah.

He could do that. He would do anything you ask of him. Especially knowing that from this moment forward, he would be undoubtedly indebted to you once that beautiful body of yours was swollen for him.

#shisui uchiha #shisui headcanons #shisui smut #Shisui smutty Sundays #uchiha clan #uchiha headcanons #uchiha family #uchiha shisui

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Some nasty thoughts about Joel.

Short drabble. I’m ovulating so it’s feral lol.

Content warnings: smut (minors go away), Fem reader with a vagina, oral (f receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, cream pie mention but he pulls out- be responsible. Lmk if I’ve missed something!

Thinking about Joel being so rough the first time you two fuck.

Sure, it’s nice to think he’d be all gentle and patient but…

Him groaning at just the sight of your cunt. A growl building in his chest as he sucks in your scent through his nose.

“Fuck baby, you smell so good. Bet you’re gonna taste even better.”

He licks and sucks messily at your pussy. Saliva and your own wetness dripping down his chin. Those big hands pulling your thighs over his shoulders. Pinning you down to the bed.

He sucks harshly on your already swollen clit. Not stopping until you pull him away by his hair.

“Sorry honey. Your too fucking yummy.” He’d chuckle, beard glistening and a feral grin on his lips.

His cockhead is nearly purple. He’s harder than he thinks he’s ever been in his life. Precum dribbling onto the sheets under him. Over two decades of nothing but his rough hands. Now he has your warm wet cunt. All for him.

You’re so slick and loose from the hour of him eating you out that he’s able to slip right in. His tip nudging at your cervix. You can feel him in your belly.

“Jesus fuckin Christ,” he pants. “You feel so perfect. Like this pretty pussy was made just for my cock.”

Joel may be a man of few words while around others, but he can’t shut up when he’s inside you. Filthy praise made so much hotter with his deep southern accent.

He starts slow but deep. His pelvis grinding against your clit with each thrust.

“Take it all,” he groans. “Greedy little pussy sucking me in.”

When he speeds up he pins your thighs to your belly. Knees close to your ears. Practically folding you in half.

“You look so pretty like this.”

The sound of skin on skin echoes around the room. Along with you your moans. Shaky whines as he abuses your pussy. Each thrust of his hips driving him so deep. Deeper than you thought possible.

“You’re so doin’ well. Look how nicely you’re taking it.”

He’ll stare down to watch himself slipping in and out of you. Smiling at how wet you’ve gotten his dick. Slick glistening over his heavy shaft.

He lets out a breathy laugh when your moans grow louder and your legs start shaking.

“That’s it -fuck- rub that clit. Want you come for me.”

When you do he’s mesmerised by the look on your face. Watching your eyes roll back and lips form an O as you gush around him.

“And I thought you couldn’t get any prettier.”

Once you’ve come for him he gets a little sloppier with his movements. Eyes screwing shut as he feels himself approaching his peak. Mouth never stopping.

“Oh fuck baby. You feel so goddamn amazing. Wish I could come in you. Fill you up. Watch as it drips out of that beautiful pussy.”

He pulls out and uses his thumb to open your mouth. Stroking himself over you.

He groans deeply as he spurts rope after rope of warm cum over your tongue. Any that misses your mouth he wipes up with his fingers, letting you suck it off the thick digits.

“Good fucking girl.”

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #the last of us #pedro pascal #smut

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What To Expect | Part Two: Case Closed

18+

Summary: When a missing woman from 17+ years ago is murdered, her daughter calls 9-1-1.

warnings: Canon typical violence, 911 calls, mentions of kidnapping, rape, murder, police raids, gun mentions. Pregnancy symptoms, pregnancy tests,

Featuring Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jearau, William LaMontagne, David Rossi

word count: 3.7K

Masterlist

When her alarm goes off, she’s so ungodly tired, it’s as if she never slept. But she did. She had 8 hours of the freakiest, unprompted bad dreams that she’s ever had. She allows herself a couple minutes to lay in bed, eyes closed, soaking up the sun that was coming in through her blinds already. 

Luckily her work clothes were just a polo and jeans, noting too boring and easy as hell to get into when she was running late. She gets dressed, grabs her things, locks up her house and heads to work. She does stop for coffee, grabbing one for Colin on her way in as well, she really loved her job. 

She walks in with a smile, even though she just wants to yawn and sit back down. It was insane how tired she felt. 

“You good?” Colin notices, headset on and already on the job, he takes the coffee from her with a smile, “you look… nice?” 

She laughs, rolling her eyes softly, “thanks, I’m just exhausted.” 

“Well, buckle in,” he pats her shoulder, pointing her towards her desk, “cause it’s back-to-back calls so far and it’s only 9 am.” 

And then she’s on the clock.

—

It had been 3 weeks since he met Y/N, they’ve had 3 real dates, a few movie hang-outs and gone through 1 ovulation cycle together. Let’s just say, he’s a lot happier than normal. No longer needing his cane, he has a pep in his step that everyone notices. 

They’ve bugged him every day since the first date. It’s been evident that something good happened to him for quite some time, but he doesn’t admit it until today. With Hotch, because he has a good feeling about things. 

They agreed that they wouldn’t write up a co-parenting agreement until there was a child to take custody of, that being because Spencer thought it was bad luck. Planning for the future was the one sure way to ensure that it didn’t happen to him, this was the most important thing to happen to him, so he wasn’t going to chance it. 

After a mountain of morning paperwork and no new cases, he climbs the stairs to Hotch’s office and peaks his head in the door. 

“Hotch, can I ask you something?”

“What’s up?” He looks up from his desk, concerned probably because Spencer doesn’t often come to ask him for help unless it’s bad.

Spencer closes the door behind himself, wandering into his office and sitting in a chair across from him with a sigh. “Do you know any good family lawyers in the area?”

The concern on his face grows, his big brown eyes narrow on him and his brows furrow, “I do.”

“Erm, well, I need to write up some co-parenting agreement papers,” he can’t meet Aaron’s eyes as he says it. “So I need someone who’s good, and I figured you’d know, given everything…”

“Oh?” He’s just as shocked as Spencer suspected he’d be. “I didn’t know you were even seeing anyone?”

“I'm not— not really, me and a friend both want a kid so we’re starting the process of having a baby together,” he explains it differently than how it happened, for his own sanity. If Derek knew he met this woman online and had sex with her a few hours later, he’d never hear the end of it.

“April Clarke, I’ll pass your number on to her, she’ll be able to help,” he smiles, “I’m really happy for you, congratulations.” 

“We’re not pregnant yet,” it’s weird to even say it, “but soon, I’ll need to use some of my vacation days on appointments and things, and apply for paternity leave eventually, and she wants to meet all of you as well.”

“They’re going to be shocked to hear that you have a female friend they don’t know yet,” Hotch smiles.

He sighs, smiling slightly and pushing his long hair behind his ear, “I know, why do you think I’ve kept it to myself for 3 weeks?” 

“Penelope would probably throw a party just to meet her if you told them,” he offers up the idea, “it’s been a while since we’ve had a gathering.” 

“We’ll see,” Spencer stands up, straightening out his shirt as he does so, “I’ll let you get back to your paperwork.”

“Okay, and don’t worry, I won’t say anything until you do,” he assures him. 

“Thanks,” he gives him a nod before opening the door and returning to his desk.

— 

It starts with a simple question. 

“911, what’s your emergency?”

Depending on her luck, sometimes the answer was simple too. A fender bender, a broken arm at a playground, or a possible drunk driver on the highway thanks to some slight swerving… it was the things that had a quick answer that she favoured. 

Every once in a while she’d get one that was nowhere near simple. 

“Hi…” the voice is quiet, barely there, but the breathing that follows is heavy. 

“Hello? Is someone there?” 

There’s a sniffle and a shaky breath, “yeah. I um…I just don’t know what to call my emergency?”

“Okay,” that confuses her, she immediately flags down the floor manager, Colin, to assist, “do you want to maybe tell me what you’re going through and I can see how I can help you?”

“okay.” 

“Alright, well, I’m Y/N, what’s your name?” 

“Paige,” she starts to warm up to her. 

“Okay Paige, what’s going on?” 

“My dad lives in the up part, he only comes down to give us things, I’ve never seen the up part, my mom went with him the other day and I haven’t seen her since. So I came to the up part, and I remembered on the tv they said to call 9-1-1 if something bad happened.” 

As she’s listening, Y/N dispatches everything possible to the home she’s calling from. “Is it just you home? Do you have any siblings?” 

“I have 3 sisters, they’re down in our house.”

“And how old are you all?” 

“I’m 14, Sarah is 12, Olivia is 8 and Violet is 6.” 

They’re all so young. Her heart is breaking. “Do you know who the police are?” 

“Yeah?”

“I’ve sent some of my most trusted police friends to come over and help you, they’re going to look for your mom and make sure you’re okay. They’re about 8 minutes away,” she explains as best as possible. 

“And my sisters?” 

“And your sisters,” she agrees, “do you know what your mom's real name is?”

“Uh…” there’s a long pause. “No, I don’t think she’s ever told us, but dad sometimes called her Tilly.”

“That’s a good start for me,” she manages to smile, adding as much information to the report as possible. “Now when the police get there, it might be a little scary, can you take the phone with you down to wait with your sisters? Or is it attached to a cord?”

“It has a long curly thing attached to the wall,” she explains, it can probably reach down the stairs?” 

“Try it, go as far as you can and wait on the steps for help to—

“Oh no, no no no—

“What’s going on Paige?” 

“He’s back.” And the phone hangs up just like that.

“Shit,” Y/N whispers to herself. The whole conversation she kept thinking, she's so close to the FBI, Spencer should go help her. 

So she pulls out her phone, calls the number and waits. 

“Are you okay?” Spencer answers after half a ring. 

“No, there was a girl who I believe is the product of a kidnapper and a victim, she called 911 and said he hurt her mother, the address is close to you,”

“Send it, we’re on our way,” Spencer says, and she can hear him getting ready to rush out the door, and voices asking what’s going on. “There’s a murder and possible abduction happening down the road, 4 kids need help.” 

“Thank you,” Y/N whispers through the phone, “call me back when they’re safe? She hung up on me when he got home again.” 

“How far out are the cops?” 

“4 minutes, I sent 224-L16 first, he’s the closest,” she uses her dispatcher talk with him, knowing he’d understand.

“Sargent LaMontagne?” 

“Yep, he’s my best patrol officer,” Y/N has no idea how Spencer knows him. 

“That’s Henry’s dad,” she can hear his smile, and more questions from his side of the phone, voices she’s never heard before but are probably connected to names and stories Spencer’s shared with her. “I gotta go, but I’ll call you later.”

“Okay,” she lets him go. Hanging up and watching the monitor light up with a new call. 

She takes a deep breath and starts all over again, “911, what’s your emergency?” 

—

His day is mostly boring after that. 2 cups of coffee, a chocolate donut with sprinkles, 30 minutes of nerd talk with Penelope… it was just the usual. 

They were all gathering their coats, the end of the shift was coming up and they risked it all. Normally a call came in if they tried to leave early, they didn’t think they’d get one today. 

“So, anyone wants to get drinks later?” JJ asks, “I can find a babysitter.”

“I’m down,” Derek agrees, laying his coat over his shoulder and putting on his sunglasses. 

“Same,” Emily agrees.

That’s when Spencer’s phone rings. He sees it’s Y/N and he fears the worst, she would call while he’s at work, she normally texts. Not even a second passes and he answers, “are you okay?” 

Everyone stops and stares at him, listening in to his conversation and witnessing all the colour leave his face. 

“Send it, we’re on our way,” Spencer announces, rushing to the door. 

They’re all so confused, following his lead but confused as hell, Derek calls for Hotch, and Rossi comes running out too. 

“There’s a murder and possible abduction and murder happening down the road, 4 kids need help,” Spencer announces, and they all spring into action. Running out the double glass doors to the elevator. 

Keys are exchanged, coats are on, Hotch calls Penelope and all the information is relayed between her and dispatch. 

Once he hangs up, his phone goes into his pocket and the elevator has almost reached the garage level, “two questions… who was that and how do they know my boyfriend?” JJ asks. 

“Oh, my friend Y/N works at 9-1-1,” he looks over at Hotch, “she dispatched Will, but his ETA wasn’t enough, and we’re close.” 

“So let’s boogie,” Rossi hands his keys to Derek, Hotch has the other pair, they load the two SUVs and off they go. 

Bulletproof vests are handed between each other, they prepare for the worst, hope for the best and pray they find these girls unharmed. 

They roll up to the driveway just behind Will, all of them getting out and discharging their weapons. 

With a hushed voice, Will points to the bushes, “Derek, Emily, I want you to sneak around back, Hotch, Rossi and I will go to the door, Spencer and Jayj, you go in once we take him down and secure the kids.” 

“On it,” Spencer agrees, sneaking with JJ around to the edges of the porch, getting another angle for a possible shootout.  

Will knocks, Hotch stands behind him with his hand on his gun, under his suit jacket. When the door opens, it’s immediately shut in their face. Will places his foot in front of it, stopping it from fully closing, he pushes through and grabs the man by the cuff of his shirt, “Curtis Patricks?” 

“Y-yeah?” 

“Paige called us, care to tell us where you keep them locked up?” 

They’re shocked to see Will so in control, so different from the last takedown they all did together. The only difference in him now: he’s a father now, himself. 

He gives in, caught and frail, in his late 50s and tired of hiding for so long. He sighs and his shoulders drop, “basement door, by the landline.” 

He’s cuffed quickly, JJ and Spencer rush in and find the girls in the basement, huddled together in the corner, with the eldest in front.

The room is basically empty. Cement floors, pink insulation trapped between beams and captured by plastic. No drywall, exposed electricity, old tree trunks in the ceiling show how old the house truly is, Patricks must’ve lived here since he was born, with no planning to have 4 children, the woman he captured once lived here by herself.  

“Who are you?” The eldest, Page, asks.

“Y/N sent us,” Spencer smiles at her. “Did she tell you people were coming?” 

She nods, “she did… have you found our mom yet?” 

“Not yet sweetie,” JJ smiles at them. “We have officers arriving who are going to figure this out and get you some answers, until then do you want to come with us to the hospital? We need to make sure you’re doing okay.” 

“In the up part?” One of the younger ones looks perplexed, “we can’t go there.” 

“You can now,” Spencer kneels down to her level, “you’re going to love it. The air is so fresh, the sky is beautiful, there are so many things to explore and do. You’re going to have fun, I promise.” 

The eldest sighs, “alright, come on guys. Mom would want us to be taken care of.” 

“What about daddy?” Another asks. 

“He’s going to the police station to give them some help with finding your mom,” JJ lies as best as she can. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.” 

The oldest one lets her siblings go first, they go up the stairs slowly with JJ behind them, Spencer just looks at her, “did you want to talk to Y/N again?”  

“Please?” 

“Come on,” Spencer places his hand on her shoulder and escorts her upstairs. He digs his phone from his pocket and calls Y/N as soon as he has service above ground again.

“Spencer, oh my god, are they safe? Did you get there in time?” 

“I did,” he smiles, watching Paige light up as she hears Y/N’s voice too. “Someone wants to talk to you.” 

“Y/N?” Paige grips the phone with two hands and holds it to her ear.

“Paige, I’m so happy to hear your voice,” she lets out a deep sigh, “you’re in good hands with Spencer, he’s probably going to have lots of questions for you soon and I promise, he’s a person you can trust.” 

“Can you be there when he asks them?” Paige looks up at Spencer, listening in to every word, he nods, “Spencer says it’s okay.” 

“I get off work soon, I’ll come right to Quantico,” she agrees. “Is there anything you need? Clean clothes or snacks for you and your sisters?” 

“Um… I’m not sure yet?” 

“They’re good for now,” Spencer answers for her, and Paige hands him the phone, “we’re going to the hospital actually, I’ll text you which one.” 

“Okay, get there safely, I’ll see you soon,” she smiles on the other end, he could hear her cheeks. 

“Bye,” he smiles back before hanging up. 

“Is she your wife?” 

He laughs, turning pink, “no, no, she’s not. Erm, let’s go find your sisters. You get to ride in an ambulance today.” 

When she gets in the ambulance, she embraces her sisters. Holding them close and telling them it was all going to be okay, they’d find their mom, they’d be safe, their dad can’t bother them anymore. He shuts the doors, assuring them that he’d meet them there with a smile, now it was his turn to answer questions. 

“Who was she?” Derek asks, chin lifting and pointing towards him, he smirks. 

“A new friend of mine.” 

“Girlfriend?” 

“No.”

“But you’re sleeping together?” 

Of course, he knows. 

“We are.” 

“Spence,” he shoves him in the shoulder, “I wanna know all about her.”

“You’re just in luck,” he pats Derek’s back and heads to the passenger seat of the SUV, “she’ll meet us at the hospital.” 

—

He warned her. 

In the 3 weeks, she’s known him, he’s told her many a time that his friends were heavily invested in his love life. Looking at him like a younger brother bringing a girl home for the first time, they were happy for him. That didn’t stop them from teasing him, however. 

She hugs him as soon as she sees him. That’s the first tell that they’re more than friends. They linger, holding each other tightly while whispering sweet welcomes. His hand stays on her lower back as she turns to his friends, “hi, it’s so nice to meet you all.” 

“It’s nice to know you’re real,” Emily smiles, reaching out her hand. “Emily, we’ve all been dying to know who’s made Spence so happy lately.” 

“It’s nice to finally put faces to all the names in his stories,” she smiles back, not surprised he’s been so cheery… especially after how lonely he said he was before her. 

She gets all of their names, they exchange small talk and they all ring true to the personalities Spencer has described. Derek is confident, he stands tall with a softness that makes him not only trustworthy but safe. Emily is just as witty, bubbly and sweet as ever, she can tell why Spencer describes her as a sister. 

Hotch is stoic, smiling softly like he knows more than he’s letting off and keeping to himself. JJ catches on to that, cuddling up to her boyfriend and smirking. She looks back and forth between Y/N and Spencer and nods to herself, approving in her own way. 

“Do you mind if I have a word with Y/N?” Hotch asks. 

“Yeah,” she answers for herself, leaving Spencer's side and following him down a corridor. 

“We found the mother's body,” is how he leads with it. She had a feeling that was going to be the outcome. “A social worker is on the way for the girls, they’re working on reaching out to Tilly’s family to see if they can be reunited.” 

“That’s wonderful, they deserve to have a good support system,” she agrees. 

“The only issue is figuring out who should tell them. The doctors wanted the social workers to do it because they’re trained to handle the grief, however, you are the first person Paige has come to trust in the real world, and I think she’d find the most comfort hearing it from you.” 

She tears up almost instantly, “no, no I can’t tell them that they’ve lost their mother. I… no?” 

“You’re completely allowed to back out, thats why I asked you alone,” Hotch smiles softly, “I didn’t want you to say yes just to please everyone.” 

She wipes her eyes quickly, shaking her head, “I would, but if I get this involved with 1 case, I’m going to want to follow up with all of my calls, and that wouldn’t be healthy.” 

“I completely understand,” he places a hand on her shoulder to assure her, looking into her eyes softly, he was just as Fatherly as Spencer described. “And can I just say, you made a great choice with Spencer, I hope everything works out.” 

“Thank you,” she smiles, “I do too…”

His hand stays on her arm, leading her back to where they were and she immediately returns to Spencer's side. Everyone else has left, it would seem, Spencer was the only one still there in that same corridor that she left them. Slightly upset still, wanting his embrace, she puts her arm around his waist and holds him in a half hug. 

“You okay?” He whispers into her hair, kissing the top of her head before pulling away. 

She nods, “just extremely tired… and I’ve cried like 6 times today. It’s fine, I just can’t wait to go home.” 

“They’re going out for drinks, we’ve been invited, but I’m not sure if you should have a drink…” he smirks. “Should we go home and take a test?” 

Her attention snaps right to him, her eyes grow 10 sizes, “you think?” 

He nods, smirking still, “let’s go.” 

—

It’s the longest 3 minutes of his life. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub beside his … he didn’t even really know what to call her. But they sat there, holding hands, waiting for the timer to ding before they look at the tests. They bought so many, planning on doing two tonight and more in the morning when she had better chances of testing positive, he couldn’t wait. 

This was the most nerve-racking and exciting moment of his entire life. 

The little egg timer buzzes, moving on the final countertop and bumping into the ceramic sink, making a terrible sound. Spencer grabs it quickly and as he does, he sees the two pink lines. 

He gasps, dropping the egg timer to the floor and covering his mouth. 

“No fucking way?!” She grabs both tests and holds them up, examining the fine pink line that would change their lives forever. 

“You’re pregnant,” Spencer whispered, pulling her into a hug, not caring that the two pee sticks were now touching the back of his shirt as they held each other. 

“We’re going to have a baby,” she cries, overjoyed, hormonal and beyond thankful. 

She pulls back enough to look at him, he stares into her glossy eyes, so incredibly enamoured by her, he wasn’t sure if it was this moment or all the others they’ve shared so far, catching up to him. All he knew was that he felt something for her that he’s never felt for another human being. A love that reached beyond anything he could label, she wasn’t just someone he wanted to have a baby with, she wasn’t just someone he could see spending the rest of his life with him, she was so much more. She’s everything to him. 

They both go in for a kiss at the same time, breathing each other in deeply, he soaks in all the affection he can get from her.

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Taste of Strawberries, chap. 38

Hayffie Post-Mockingjay Multi-chapter, Rated M Four years have passed since the end of the war when Effie returns in to Haymitch’s life once again. An old friendship is renewed. Will it lead to something more? Meanwhile Panem has entered a new era. The rebellion’s over, the borders are open but in the shadows, anger and mistrust are smoldering. Something that will affect Haymitch and Effie’s life in a way they never saw coming. Chapter 38 Caution to the wind They found themselves on the bed. How did they even get there? One moment they were kissing by the mirror. The next he laid on top of her, feeling the soft comforter beneath them. “Gosh, you’re sweaty,” Effie sighed against his mouth. Haymitch shuddered at the feel of her fingers along his shoulder blades, tracing the contours of whatever muscles he had. “Sorry.” “I’m not.” Without another word, she sought his lips in an open-mouthed kiss and Haymitch responded with the same heat, fueled by the passion they had been denied for so long. As though their lips were dripping with a sweet poison neither of them could get enough of. Her bosom rose and fell, imprisoned by the tight outfit. He would not get a finger inside the snug fabric but he cupped his hand around her left breast and gave it a soft squeeze. The act made her gasp, head arched back against the pillow. “God, I’ve missed you!” Tears rolled down the sides of Effie’s eyes and vanished amidst a tangle of curls. Her arms, once around his shoulders, moved downward to the buckle of his belt. The crave for more, evident in each tug and pull, made his breath hitch in his throat. “Wait,” he breathed. “Wait, wait, sweetheart.” He broke away, creating just enough distance to get the words out. “Let’s just kiss, alright?” “I don’t want to ‘just kiss’.” She closed the gap and Haymitch groaned from the delicious jolts of pleasure her eager hands built up in him, still struggling with that belt. Lost to the sweet sensation, his eyes fluttered close and he grinded against her touch, despite himself. “We really shouldn’t.” The words were so weak it was pathetic. His breathing grew more and more labored and he nudged her hair away with his nose and kissed her neck until his name spilled from her lips, like a prayer.

Her hands were still fiddling with his belt and he had to bite down hard to keep from begging her to touch him. Instead he mustered up every last inch of effort and got a hand in between himself and her dangerous intrusion. “We don’t have a condom, Eff.” “I don’t care.” Her sighed consent, the green light as far as his body was concerned, ripped through his paper thin resistance. Their lips crashed together and Haymitch tugged and tore at the belt just as eagerly as her. Together, it didn’t take them ten seconds and he hissed with pleasure when she slipped her fingers inside his pants, his underpants. “Eff!” he gasped as she pulled them down completely, not sure what he was begging for at this point. “Oh, God, I … Effs, we can’t. I don’t know if I …  What if I get you pregnant?” “I don’t care!” Groaning, his hands vanished inside her dress and he didn’t care either. Didn’t want to care. For a fraction of a second he was back in the woods, back on top of her on a bed of grass where he made her his for the first time. Or where she made him hers was perhaps a more accurate description. Their kisses were sloppy, just like then. Sloppy and uncoordinated and wild with despair. Her legs hugged his hips – as close as two people could get without being one – and the few times her eyes were open he saw nothing but the same crushing want he felt. Like a relentless tug of mighty waters you could not escape, not for long, bringing you closer and closer to the rocky shores. When was her last period? Was she ovulating now? God help him, he couldn’t think anymore! The scent of Effie’s strawberry hair filled every inch of his battered, beat-up, shaking, exhausted body and he only wanted one thing. Her. He wanted to ease himself into her softness and warmth and not stop. Not pull out. Just thrust into her again and again until he came. Consequences be damned. And he would. Would’ve gone with her anywhere. Right off the deep end. If it wasn’t for one little problem that neither of them took into account. Just as Haymitch’s hand slipped in between his legs to guide himself the last few inches – a very familiar sound rose from the kitchen. A baby. Crying. Dazed, Haymitch stilled against Effie and their lips broke apart with a soft smack. The angry cries of their little boy cut through the doors and walls, the very boards, breaking the fragile spell they had woven together. It was like waking from a dream. A drunken stupor. They looked at each other – stunned, stupefied – as the fog lifted, leaving everything painfully clear. Haymitch’s heart still pounded in his chest, hard and thick, but he let go of himself and as more and more blood left that very specific area, cold, hard reality came rushing in, bringing him back to himself. Effie too struggled to catch her breath. Her legs slumped back against the mattress, drained from energy and her eyes, once clouded by lust, met his with growing dread. Mouth dry, Haymitch drew back before he’d get sucked in again. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and there he remained. Didn’t think his legs would hold him right now. Elbows on his thighs, his forehead sunk into the heels of his palms. Effie was just as Avox mute. Back against the pillows, she stared ahead in her ill-fitting outfit and untamed hair. “What’re we doin’?” The weight of his question hung heavy in the air. Like walls, about to cave in. Effie shook her head. “I don’t know.” Downstairs, their son kept crying. He’d be damned if the sound didn’t get louder and louder all the time – reverberating against the inside of his skull. “Do you wanna go or shall I?” “I’ll take care of it.” With a foolish attempt to smooth down her hair she climbed out of bed and pulled her panties back on. “Effs, the dress …” he said weakly, stopping her from leaving. “Oh! Right. Yes. Could you …?” Even with the zipper broken he managed to pull it down and Effie slipped out of it and into a more comfortable house dress faster than Katniss could say “cheese bun.” “Sorry ‘bout the outfit, princess”, was all he could think of to say. “Never meant to break it.” “You didn’t. It was bound to happen sooner or later.” She smoothed the skirt out pointlessly, like always when she was self-conscious. His junk was still out in the open. Her eyes flitted to it before they quickly returned to his face. He wanted to reach out and touch her hand. Tell her she didn’t have to feel awkward. Not with him. Instead he got to his feet, spaghetti-legged, and pulled the pants and underpants up. Holding her gaze he asked, “You OK, sweetheart?” Effie managed a smile. “N-not too bad. You?” He shrugged. “I’m alright. Just hot. This place’s a fucking oven.” Effie gave a nervous laugh. “Yes, I … I see what you mean. Oh, I sure hope the twins haven’t made a mess downstairs. I probably should have brought them up here with me. Right?” “Uh, yeah. Guess so.” “Yes, well.” She cleared her throat. “I best get down.” Haymitch nodded. “Be with you in a minute.” He hesitated. “Effs. Another thing.” “Yes?” “It was actually the reason why I came knocking in the first place. Can you hold down the fort this afternoon? If I went out for a couple of hours? Don’t know if you know it but Chaff’s got a godmother. She lives like twenty minutes from here and I … well, I wanna go see her.” The idea had been on the back of his mind ever since he came to Eleven. Before the Third Quarter Quell when he and Chaff said their final goodbyes to each other he promised his old friend that if he didn’t make it out of the arena alive Haymitch would help support Pearl financially after the war was won. If the war was won. She was the closest Chaff had to family and Haymitch made good on that promise even though he’d never actually met the old lady. Katniss – and Peeta too of course – wanted to do the same thing. For Rue’s and Tresh’s families just like they promised during the Victory Tour. District people never forgot a debt and Katniss brought it up with him herself after they returned to the ashes of Twelve. Peeta had been back for just a couple of days and he, Haymitch, had hoped to keep the news from them a little while longer. But when the girl flat out asked, he could not lie to her. He didn’t even have to say it. His silence did. And the look in her eyes when she realized they were gone. Fuck. Weren’t enough bottles in Panem to drown that image. ”I reckoned I’ll pay her a visit. Make sure she doesn’t want for anything.” Effie nodded. “Take all the time you need. I’ll look after the children.” An unexpected smile brightened her face. “This is good, Haymitch. It’s good.” xXx Haymitch never did say when he might return and he declined Annabel’s offer to drive him. “Chaff’s told me the way like a dozen times already.” To the very last Effie hoped he’d be back in time to help her put the children to bed but three hours later Haymitch was still out. “There now, sweetlings. I know you’re tired. I know.” Effie wandered the room with the wailing twins in her arms. Back and forth, back and forth. They’d been fussy all afternoon. Ian too. On a regular day, the boy had no trouble falling asleep on his own. Most of the times at least. You put him in the crib and as long as he had his pacifier he usually drifted off pretty quickly, snuggled up to his favorite stuffed animal. But tonight, he just wouldn’t lie down. Not for long. And Amy’s cries were so loud they could be heard clear across the district. If she got her way she would take all her naps in Haymitch’s arms. Most nights their little girl wouldn’t even fall asleep unless he held her. A realization that got painfully clear once they arrived in District 11 without him. This past week she got re-used to her father putting her down so now she pulled herself up after just a couple of minutes, every time, holding on to the edges of the travel crib, voicing her discontent in the loudest fashion and waking her brother up if he wasn’t already. June and Annabel offered to take one of them but they were already such a great help during the day. They shouldn’t have to take care of the children all night as well. Effie dropped a kiss to the twins’ tear-drenched cheeks. “You miss your dada, don’t you?” she murmured. “I know. Me too. But he had things to do, you see. Important things. He’ll be back. Don’t worry.” Rocking them, she burrowed into their little bodies, seeking as much comfort in her babies, as her babies did her. Holding them in her arms, her eyes flitted back to the bed. For the fifth, tenth or hundredth time. Haymitch changed the bed linen right after it happened and stuffed it in the washing machine himself. Good. It made the whole thing just a little less improper. But there was no getting rid of the memories. She needn’t close her eyes to remember the feel of Haymitch’s lips. How they claimed hers completely with a heat and intensity too powerful to resist. They really really shouldn’t have put themselves in that situation. She could’ve kicked herself. After everything they’d been through how could they still be so willing to risk so much for just a few moments of selfish pleasure? That particular part haunted her more than all of the rest combined – how good, how impossibly good it felt, being reckless. To just let go of the reins and surrender to the roar of her own body. She lost control. She never lost control! Why would she tell him she didn’t care if he got her pregnant when she most definitely did? Thank God Ian cried! If he hadn’t, things would have escalated completely out of hand and it was exactly the kind of behavior they couldn’t afford. Especially now. They already played with fire once. Years later, it was still something she had a hard time thinking about. Those long hours on the train, worrying she might be pregnant or would be by the time she reached the Capitol. It was awful. Just awful! She could hardly teach at the Academy that day, having not slept for more than a minute or two, just hoping and praying all night that conception would not happen before she got her hands on a morning after pill. And then the enormous relief that she dodged the bullet. Never again, she promised herself. And still! In that moment of weakness, every sane thought connected to her real wishes and wants was wiped from her mind and God, she felt alive! Alive and free. Like stepping out of a prison cell for the first time in years. Every heartache, every disappointment, every failure and all that pain just melted away like a brook in spring. It made absolutely no sense. Feeling that safe and protected in Haymitch’s arms when she was anything but. Starved for human closeness and already struggling with the lack of drink there was no way Haymitch would have been able to pull out in time. How many thrusts before he found release inside her? Three? Four? Given her own actions she might even have held his hips when that moment came, begging him to stay in. So stupid. Haymitch is right. I am a fool! A selfish, careless idiot and if we keep this up we’re going to get ourselves in trouble again. She had to keep reminding herself that they never actually did it. Close but no cigar and thank goodness for that! Their life was complicated enough without worrying about another baby possibly on the way. They were lonely, that’s all. Both of them. Any other feelings she might still have for him just came from the simple fact that he was the father of her children. She would always care for him deeply. That was just part of the deal. How could she not when she saw him looking out through Amy and Ian’s eyes every day? Maybe it would be better, for all of them – the twins too – if Haymitch just found someone. The other way around was unthinkable. She couldn’t ever see herself with anyone else. Who? Someone in the Capitol? Forget it! And Haymitch, he’d get crazy jealous having to share the twins with another man. It just wasn’t worth it – the added stress it would inflict on the whole family. But Haymitch. As warm and sweet and handsome as he was, he could find someone to love. Someone who would make him happy. Hazelle, for instance. They were already such good friends, taking that next step would be easy? Right? He would move in with her and they’d live out their days in her little cottage. Cooking together, sleeping in the same bed, sitting in a pair of rockers when they were old and gray, watching the sun go down. Not until the twins squirmed against her did she realize how tightly she clung to them, the pain in her chest so excruciating it choked her. Hazelle was wonderful. She’d be so good for him and Amy and Ian couldn’t ask for a better stepmom. So why then did it feel like dying just picturing Haymitch in her arms? I’m a horrible woman. I don’t want him but no one else can have him? Headlights sailed across the room, putting an end to her depressing thoughts. The car engine rumbled over Amy and Ian’s sobs. Chaff’s godmother or one of the other neighbors must have given him a ride back. That or he rode his thumb. Good. She didn’t want him to wander off in a vast place like District 11. She drew a trembling breath and forced a smile. “See? Dada’s home.” Should they talk about what happened? Knowing Haymitch, he would probably pretend like it rained. A prospect that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. What’s there to talk about? It’s not like we’re becoming boyfriend-girlfriend again. That’s definitely out of the question! But she had no sooner thought it before an image flooded her mind. A fantasy so sweet, so tangible it made her head swim. Haymitch coming through that door, greeting her with a kiss and a smile before he took one of the twins out of her tired arms. The handle creaked and her heart fluttered in her chest. So much like their first butterfly kiss on New Year’s a lifetime ago. The door swung open. And the smile faltered from Effie’s lips. “’ey, sweetheart. Heard cryin’. Came to help.” She stared at the man in the doorway. His open mouth. His dull eyes struggling to focus, as though they were looking through her rather than at her. The potent cocktail of whiskey and cigarette smoke clung to him like a second skin. A stench so revolting she backed away. “Wus the matter?” The words were barely coherent. He dragged his feet inside, his steps meticulous yet so unsteady. “Yeah, I … uh … had a couple o’ drinks. This guy … Chaff’s buddy. He said we … fuck, they’re loud, Eff.” His gaze dropped to the twins, wailing in Effie’s arms. He peered between their shiny eyes, their red faces, as if trying to make sense of it. “’ere. Lemme take her.” His outstretched arms were what finally snapped her out of it. “Out!” Haymitch stopped in the middle of a step. Confusion creased his brow. “She’s cryin’, sweetheart.” “Get out, Haymitch!” “I just wanna give ‘er a cuddle. I can’t give my own kids a cuddle?” “No, you can’t!” “What’s going on in here?” “Annabel!” Effie gasped, seeing her friends at the door. “June! Please, can you take them? Just for a moment.” The two women brushed past Haymitch without a second look. Ian soon found himself in his auntie June’s arms but when Effie tried to pass Amy over to Annabel, the little girl clutched her mother’s clothes, wailing at the top of her lungs. “It’s OK. It’s OK, baby girl.” Effie held her daughter’s fists, kissing them, trying to make her let go. “It’s just for a little while. Mama will be back in a moment. It’s OK.” “I’m sorry, Effs. I’m sorry,” Haymitch slurred on the way through the corridor. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m really sorry.” “I don’t want to hear it!” she finally snapped. She pulled him into his room where he dropped more than sat on the bed. “Didn’t mean to. Honest. We just … it was for Chaff.” He looked up at Effie, helpless eyes begging her to understand. “We wanted to … I just wanted to … Oh, God, Effs, I’m sorry!” “No, sit up straight!” She steadied him, keeping him from reeling forward. “Focus, Haymitch!” His shoes were still on. She crouched before him, unlacing them. Down the corridor, the children’s cries pierced through the silence. Their calls for her made her butter-fingered. Haymitch just watched, shoulders sagging in defeat. “You’re so good to me, sweetheart.” He sniffed, nose suddenly congested. “I don’t deserve it.” “You can say that again,” Effie muttered through gritted teeth. She pulled the shoes off and set them by the nightstand. When she rose Haymitch caught her hands, holding them in his. “No, I’m not staying here, Haymitch. It’s well past their bedtime.” Haymitch nodded, eyes downcast. “I know.” He patted her hand like some precious, beloved pet. “You’re such a good soul, Eff. My … my angel and I didn’t even …” Before she knew it, he wrapped his arms around her midsection. Clinging to her, like a man to a life raft, he buried his face in her stomach. “Why did I leave you? Why did I do that?” His voice was thick from drink and grief. “You, the kids. You’re the only good thing I got going on in my life.“ “Haymitch, you’re smothering me.” She tried to ease his hold but he was too strong for her, even now. “I have to go. I have to get back to the children.” “Please, Eff.” He looked up at her, eyes shiny with tears through tresses of dirty blonde hair. “I know I’m fucked up. I know I let you down but … please, just … gimme another chance. I swear I’ll do it right this time and we’ll be happy. Real happy. You’ll see. Please, Effie.” His eyes hung on to hers as he clutched the sides of her dress. She opened her mouth but closed it again. Anguished, her head turned in the direction of those distressed calls in the other room. “I can’t do this.” Hands on his she tried to pry his fingers off her. “Amy and Ian need me!” “We belong together.” His voice broke. “I know it. Look me in the eyes and tell me we don’t belong together.” Reality blurred when the tears welled up. “Let me go, Haymitch. You have to let me go.”

#hayffie #haymitch abernathy #effie trinket #the hunger games #post-mockingjay #fanfiction

[nkogneatho]

PASI PASI PASI PASI

*heavy breathing*

First of all, I’ve been gone for a while and I’m so sorry for not reaching out 😞 missed you lots!!!

Second, I got back into my haikyuu phase over winter break and OOOHHHHH MAN the hyperfixation is making me go insane

It’s so bad I dusted off my haikyuu self insert au from back when I was in middle school (never realized how long ago that was until my friend told me people born in 2016 are turning 8 this year 😭😭😭😭) and aughhshshshsh

My asexual ass is so disappointed in me

Timeskip hinata??? BOKUTO??? Oh to be sandwiched between them and feel their tiddies warmth against me

Being friends with Timeskip ennoshita but also being his client and when he’s helping you with your leg muscles you can’t help but notice how his hands are slowly training up your thighs..

BABY FEVER DAICHI BABY FEVER DAICHI BABY FEVER DAICHI!!!

Obviously cannot forget my all time fave suga (ugh I need to make out with him rn)

Imagine you’re on a double date with him and common friends and he slowly slides his fingers in your shirt and you shoot him a look and that Mf just looks at you with the most angelic grin even tho he’s already squeezing at your skin <333 (I need to kick him and then kiss him)

So yeah I think I’m ovulating

you are completely valid for feeling these way. all of them are so hot in the timeskip. hinata got beefed up my god. and i am such a whore for cop!daichi. 😩😩 ENNOSHITA WAS ALWAYS FINE!! also oh my god suga??? i knew he was kinky asf

#i miss you too baby #i am glad we are all back in our haikyuu phase #soulmoots.°•♡ #nacho♡

[mataurin]

9, 28, and 30!! >:)

9) favorite OC

I have. So many. I’ve had this story in my head since I was a teenager which may never actually see the light of day. But I’m equally obsessed with each character, and my favorite changes depending on the day, my mood, whether or not I’m ovulating, you understand.

Today my favorite is this girl 💕💖

She like. Sucks so bad. Imagine being on life support for years because your dumb fucking brother loves you so much that he refuses to let you die. And then imagine one day you just… wake up. And you don’t know why. You don’t know how. But you’re alone in a hospital room and your legs that should be atrophied are anxious to get you out of bed and your body that should look like a child’s is fully grown, changed, big. Different. Your mind is developed too, though you weren’t awake to learn. You just know that one day you were a loved, spoiled, shrieking child and the next you’re… something else. And its all so much. Every new bad thing is the worst thing that’s ever happened to you, every moment of pleasure is the best feeling in the world, and you’re happy to be you and eager to live and excited to learn and ready to love but everyone around you keeps their distance. Cats hiss when you pass. Something is deeply, horribly wrong.

28) favorite songs rn

-September Sparky Deathcap by Reno (instrumental version)

-Mr. Sun (miss da sun) by Greentea Peng

-Oh My Heart by REM

30) how are you?

Not bad innit

#thank you for asking :) #asks #about me #my art #my ocs #ask meme

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Okay I know you said resolution is the last piece for the unexpected trilogy. But I would absolutely love love love u (and it) if you were to make a smut with them trying (ofc major breeding kink in there) like maybe their healing as a couple as well? and an actual glimpse of the pregnancy and birth? It could just be a drabble, head cannon, or a full shot but yeah, still up to u if u wanna 💗 Thank you so much!

Oh I don’t think I ca- OF COURSE I CAN! I’m terrible at letting go of the fics I write 😅

Nirvana

A continuation of the trilogy tetralogy: CLOSURE || ABSOLUTION || RESOLUTION || NIRVANA

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, the glory and gore of pregnancy and birth.

WC: 3195

RECAP:     “I missed you.” You let yourself fall into his embrace and kissed the steady pulse beating on his neck, proof he had come home safe as promised.      “I missed you too.” He sighed under your lips.      “You’re just in time.”      His eyes snapped to yours, instant hunger burning behind them and he grabbed your hands to drag you back to the bedroom. Your laughter filled the room as he gently threw you onto the bed to cage you in his arms. His towel had been discarded somewhere along the way and his hands were quickly untying the bow that held your silk dressing gown around your waist. The ovulation kit on your bathroom vanity was peeking at you over Bucky’s shoulder and you sent up a prayer that this would be the month.      “I love you.” He whispered between sweet kisses. “Baby or not, that won’t ever change.”

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He cast aside the silken layers that kept you from his touch and he licked his lower lip as he saw you wore nothing beneath the gown. A carnal look filled his bright eyes and you squirmed under their intensity, feeling heat spread across your skin the longer his gaze lingered. He couldn’t quite decide if he wanted to enjoy the delicious sight of you laying naked and ready for him or taste your sweet lips, both choices had their merits but you decided for him.

“I’ve been waiting all day for you to come home.” You said softly as you tugged at the growing length of his hair and pulled him down to your waiting lips.

You hummed as the taste that was him, letting his tongue roll over yours as you shared the very air you breathed, it was only natural and you would share your very essence with him if you could. His growl sent a shiver up your spine as your fingers trailed down his chest and lower until you could stroke his very, very hard cock that was begging to find home inside you. Ever since you had discarded his condoms he had turned feral, for better or for worse he was a man on a mission, but who were you kidding it was only for better.

“You all warmed up for me huh, doll?” He asked as he slipped a finger along your slit and felt the moisture leaking out already.

“Like I said, I’ve been waiting, but I couldn’t wait all day.”

His lips pulled into a smirk as you admitted to pleasuring yourself while you waited and he pushed two fingers past your entrance to feel just how wet you were for him, sweet mewls escaping your lips as he teased you.

“Good girl.” Your body clenched at the praise and he felt you try to grip his fingers tight as they stroked slowly in and out. “You like that hmmm. Then be a good girl for daddy and cum all over my fingers.”

“Oh fuck.” You moaned as he trailed kisses up your neck to whisper the filthy words in your ear, all new and certainly having a big effect on you as your pussy began to pulse with an impending orgasm. “Don’t st-stop.”

He stopped and you pouted as he pulled his fingers away to leave you aching and edging on the brink of bliss.

“Don’t stop…?”

“Please?” You frowned as your head began to clear and he shook his head. “Daddy?”

His smirk answered your question and his fingers slipped between your dripping folds, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit. The stokes from his fingers, the friction from his thumb and the new daddy kink was all too much as you threw your head back into the bedspread and cried out your release. You were so sensitive that even his 5 o’clock shadow grazing across your neck sent an aftershock to your core and he chuckled at your dreamy gaze peeking up at him through your cum haze.

You had no strength in your legs but it didn’t deter Bucky as he spread them wide and ran his tip through your folds, getting it nice and slippery before he stretched you wide. None of your toys could fill you the way he did and you gasped as he pushed himself past your entrance and all the way home. Your fingers grasped the bedsheets for something to hold but he grabbed your hands and placed them on his chest, permission to mark him as he drove you wild.

“I’m gonna fill you up, doll.” He growled as he pressed on your belly, feeling how far he impaled you and making you moan at the pressure it made. “Cum deep inside this pretty pussy.”

“Hmm, what else daddy?”

“Gonna have your belly swollen with my kid.” He moaned as he pulled out slowly and snapped his hips roughly into yours, eliciting a sharp cry of delight. “Yeah, I’m gonna put a baby in you.”

Like you said, the man was feral and you were loving it. He leant back on his heel and hooked your legs up over his shoulders and the new angle rubbed his entire cock over your g-spot. Nonsense tumbled from your lips as you held his hands over your thighs and dug your fingers as you held on to the ride of your life. Your mouth fell open as you tried to tell him how close you were but you couldn’t form the words.

“I know baby girl, I can feel how tight you are, so fucking tight.” He growled before reaching down and pressing his thumb over your swollen and sensitive clit. “I’m cumming when you do, gonna fill you up nice and good.”

Your legs trembled around his head and he placed a tender kiss to your calf muscle that was so out of place from the hard fucking he was giving you but that was your Bucky. The warmth that had been gathering low in your belly turned to a wildfire and spread across your body, sending the hairs on your skin to prick up and your toes to curl behind his head.

“Oh…my…fuck!”

White hot light pierced your vision as your body exploded into fragments like a bomb detonating and you weren’t sure how you were still whole as Bucky slammed himself deeper than ever and froze as his face pinched and his cock twitched. His deep and satisfied moan filled the room before he let your legs fall and collapsed onto your chest, a fine sheen of sweat coating his skin.

“I love you so much.” He panted against your breasts he was using as a pillow.

“I love you too.”

You stroked his hair softly as you both lay in bliss, him listening to your rapid heartbeat and you twirling the silky strands of his hair around your fingers. Neither of you made any attempt to move, not wanting any of his precious load to leak out, so you just lay entwined as the twinkling lights outside cast dancing shadows against your walls.

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“I can’t look, you look.” You said as you paced outside the bathroom door, your fingernails hating you as you picked at them.

There were three tests sitting on the vanity and as soon as you had peed on them you had escaped the room knowing you could not wait the three minutes before checking. The timer blaring loudly made you jump and Bucky was almost as bad as you as he spun his wedding ring around his finger nervously.

“Together?” He offered as he silenced the countdown and held his hand out.

“Always.”

You took a deep breath as Bucky twisted the doorknob and pushed it in. The three plastic sticks were a stark contrast to the black marble vanity and your feet picked up speed in anticipation, even though you had told yourself to be prepared for another month of disappointment.

“Open your eyes, doll.”

You scrunched them shut tighter at the sight catch in his voice and shook your head, adamant it wasn’t a good sound.

“Just open them, trust me.”

You sighed and opened one eye just a tad to see Bucky’s face whiter than usual and followed his line of sight to the pregnancy tests. Three different brands, three different symbols, all saying the same thing - you were pregnant.

“Woah.” Your breath was shaky and your words quiet with disbelief as you turned to Bucky with wide eyes. “We did it.”

“We’re pregnant.” He laughed as he wrapped you in his arms and tipped your head back to capture your lips and remind you once again between kisses. “We’re fucking pregnant.”

Tears streaked your cheeks as it sank in, you had spilt so many tears in this bathroom but those memories were fading as this moment replaced it, tears of joy to wash all the sad ones away. Bucky wiped them away with his thumbs before dropping to his knees and pressing his lips to your tummy, gently cradling the space that would all too soon be growing with your baby you had waited so long for.

“Mommy and daddy love you so much little one.” He murmured quietly, a conversation between him and his unborn child. “We won’t let anybody ever hurt you.”

He made his vow and then looked up to you, tears rolling down his cheeks to catch in his light beard. His eyes never left yours as he rose up to his full height and held your chin between his index finger and thumb, the moment forever captured in your mind as he looked to you like you were an angel that had saved his life.

“Thank you.”

The depth of those two words had your hands cradling his head and pulling him so you could press your forehead to his, noses touching as you shook your head. You should’ve been thanking him, your life got infinitely better once he came into it.

“You’ve given me the world, thank you.”

“You might not be thanking me when it comes to giving birth.”

You laughed and pulled away to look at the tests, checking they were definitely still positive.

“If it’s that bad you may have to put another ice pack on your balls when I’m done with you.”

He winced at the reminder of his small surgery that led to where you were today but caught your grin and realised you were just teasing him, for now.

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“Where is he Nat?” You all but growled into the phone as a small contraction clutched at your abdominal muscles and you exhaled the breath you had been holding. “He promised he would be here.”

“I’m working on it, y/n. He will get there in time.”

“Uh, Nat…” You felt a small bit of pressure push on your bladder and thought you needed to pee again except suddenly fluid flooded the material of your dress and you watched it spread across the wooden floor. “My waters just broke.”

“Shit.” She swore and you heard her calling out to anyone on the radio that could hear to find Bucky ASAP before she came back to you. “Ok, what I need you to do y/n is stay calm and just wait where you are. I’m sending someone over to get you to the hospital.”

“I can call an ambulance, that's not, ughhh, necessary.” You groaned through the latest contraction but it was getting harder to breathe through the pain radiating up your back.

“All the ambulances are busy with the building that just collapsed.” She said before the phone went silent.

You swore to yourself as you looked at the phone and found the call had dropped. You waddled to the living room and turned on the tv to see what the hell was happening out there. You wished you hadn’t the second that the news came on and live footage showed the avengers trying to help people out of the burning rubble that was once a bank in Lower Manhattan. You couldn’t find Bucky, you found everyone on the team but him and a sickening feeling gripped you harder than the contractions were.

“Daddy’s fine.” You whispered to your bump as you rubbed it gently. “He’s gonna be fine.”

You had barely got the words out when the camera zoomed in on medics carrying out a man on a stretcher and your world stopped turning as an arm fell over the side, a metal arm. Hands grabbed your arms and shook you but it was like everything was in slow motion, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the screen to see who was in your house.

“Y/n! He’s going to be fine. Bucky’s alive!”

You blinked away the numbness as your mind connected the two words.

“He’s alive?”

“You think a building could take out that jerk?” Steve said as he helped you to stand from where you had fallen to your knees. “Come on, we need to get you to the hospital.”

“The same one they are taking him to.” You begged as he helped you get to his car before running back and grabbing the bag Bucky had prepared for you months ago.

“How close are they?” Steve asked as he looked at his watch and frowned.

“I’ve been a little preoccupied.” You hissed with gritted teeth and gripped the seatbelt in a death grip at the intensity of the latest contraction.

His frown deepened before you felt the car speed up and weave between traffic, a level of urgency that wasn’t there a moment ago. You soon realised why when you saw only three minutes had passed on the radio clock before another tightening grew and grew and you were sure it was never going to end as you whimpered in pain.

“Deep breaths, y/n.” Steve coached until you shot an unappreciative glare his way and he grabbed his phone instead. “Nat, give me some good news.”

“He’s alive, took a hell of a beating under the rubble saving some kids who got trapped.” Nat said, probably not realising you were listening until a sob broke out. “He’s going to be fine, y/n, you know how fast he heals.”

You suffered in as much silence as you could for the rest of the short drive and were met at the front of the hospital by Nat and a waiting wheelchair ready to take you up to the maternity ward. You saw a sign for ED pointing away from where you were headed and stuck your foot out to stop the chair, pointing back to the red bannered double doors.

“I have to see him.” You strained. “Please.”

You could see her chewing her lip before she turned the chair around and walked you into the overflowing emergency room, full of victims who had been caught in the blast like your husband. She wheeled you up to the bustling reception area and you hunched over as the strongest contraction yet hit you.

“Ma’am, the maternity ward is down the hall on your left.” The receptionist said as she tried to thin out the crowd around her.

“I’m here for my husband, Sergeant James Barnes. DOB: 10/03/1917.”

The woman’s face blanched at the date before she knew exactly who you were talking about and pointed down the hall to the rooms that had doors instead of curtains.

“Resus room 4.”

Your stomach dropped and you were lucky you were already in the chair as you were sure you would have collapsed if you weren’t. You couldn’t even manage to thank her for her help as you struggled to breath and Nat rushed you over to the room that was relatively quiet compared to outside. Monitors beeped rhythmically to Bucky’s strong heartbeat and you sagged with relief as you clutched his hand tightly in yours.

“Of course you have to be a hero, today of all days.” You tried to laugh but a sob broke through instead. “I already knew you were going to be an amazing dad, but hearing about you save those kids, just proved it to the whole world.”

“We should get you up to maternity.” Nat said softly as she began to turn you away.

“Wait!!“

You carefully pulled yourself out of the chair and leant over the bed, your swollen belly pressing into his side as you brushed your knuckles over his bruised cheek and kissed it better.

“I love you, Sergeant Barnes, and I’ll be waiting for you upstairs with our baby when you are ready to wake up.”

You pressed a gentle kiss to his split lips, the sharp tang of metal lingering on yours as you pulled away and sat in the chair with a small nod to Nat. You may have been heading to the maternity ward now but your heart was laying on the bed in resus room 4.

“It’s time to push, y/n.” The doctor ordered as she looked at you from between your legs.

“I can’t, please, I just need more time.” You begged as your sweat drenched forehead crumpled in pain and a scream tore from your clenched teeth.

“Baby is ready to come now, you have to push.”

Raised voices outside the door pulled your attention away from the doctor to see a shadow pass behind the frosted glass window before the door was shoved roughly open. Bucky shook off the arms of a security guard who tried to stop him from entering the room and you reached out for him as he closed the distance with a heavy limp in his leg.”

“You made it.” You cried as he wiped your sweat and tears away and pressed his forehead to yours.

“Always.”

The doctor pressed the top of your belly as the muscles began to contract, Bucky’s hand bearing the brunt of your pain as you squeezed it tight.

“Now push.”

You finally did as she ordered and pushed with all your failing strength had to offer. Two more pushes gave you the relief you were after as the pressure in your body was suddenly gone and a gurgle followed by a shrill cry pierced the air. Bucky was already looking over to see the doctor holding your child and his lip trembled as she cleaned them off with a towel and you opened your gown, desperate to have skin to skin contact.

It was difficult to shuffle over but you made do and created enough space for Bucky to join you on the bed, you in his arms and baby in yours. You had been adamant that their gender be a surprise and now you would finally find out who was right.

“Do you still have your guns?” You asked as you peeked down under your gown.

“Why’s that?” He asked, unable to look away from the dark blue eyes that blinked up at him.

“Because you’ve got yourself a little girl to protect.”

His chest shuddered as he inhaled and lifted the gown up to double check.

“Fuck me.” He groaned as he realised he lost the bet and would have a teenage girl someday.

“That’s what got us here.”

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[bibblelevi]

(warning: NSFW video link!!)

sar, I’ve been going through your sub levi thirsts and then i saw this video and my brain sort of just malfunctioned .

imagine sending ceo!levi to work in a cockring, getting him all hard before he left. once he’s at his desk, he’s trying to concentrate on the computer screen but he can just feel that fucking toy around his dick, pressing against the fabric of his pants.

because it’s such a distraction, he tries to…readjust himself. innocently. but the feeling gets too much, and then he’s fully trying to jerk himself off work. he calls you straight away, begging for your permission to take off the cockring and cum into his hand.

IM SORRY IF THIS IS TOO MUCH IM OVULATING

Warnings for NSFW Twitter video, cock rings, orgasm denial, submissive Levi, semi-public, mommy kink (“mommy” and “little boy”)

I’m so not okay now after reading this. Levi and exhibitionism is so good because he’s just a shy boy. It’s fun to mess with his composure and give him a reminder of who he belongs to—and a good way to put him in his place when he’s with you… He might be big bad CEO but really, he’s just a grumpy, needy brat.

That’s why you’re not surprised in the slightest when you get a call from him not too long after he arrives at his office. You have to say, you thought he’d last longer, but also, you miss him already, so you’ll take any excuse you can to hear his voice.

“Hi, baby,” you speak into the phone, your tone purposefully smoother.

He’s silent for a few seconds before grunting, “This is too distracting.”

“Too distracting?”

“Yes.”

“What exactly is distracting you about it?”

“It’s… fuck—“ He lowers his voice, then says, “It’s tight. Okay?”

You laugh softly, heat blooming across your cheeks. “I know for a fact it’s not hurting you. I checked it three times.” A shaky sigh echoes over the line, and you raise your brows. “Are you seriously fucking yourself right now.”

Silence, and then, “No.”

“You little liar,” you chuckle. “Lying little boys don’t get to cum, Levi. You should know that by now.”

Another heavy breath suggests his frustration, and he bites back a whine. “I-I’m sorry. I just can’t focus. I… I need it to go away.”

“Then stop touching, and it will.”

Finally, he makes a complaining noise into the phone. “No, because the fucking ring. ‘s not going down. You goddamn tease.”

His tone is absolutely worthy of a punishment. But you know he’s suffering enough right now, so you decide to file the knowledge away for a later time.

“You can always just take it off.”

“Do I have your permission?”

“No, you don’t,” you test him. “But you can take it off.”

He’s silent again. His brain is foggy, and he’s slouched in his chair, pants unzipped and unbuttoned, cock pulled out and resting in his free palm. His jaw feathers as he strokes himself, chest sinking inward with heavy breaths. He’s started to drip already. How embarrassing.

Regret is already forming, too. He knows it’s unacceptable, the way he was being demanding and short with you. His frustration got the better of him. But he couldn’t help it. He just snapped.

So, he weighs his option. Either he can do whatever the hell he wants, and get his ass punished; or he can persevere and come home to you with the confidence that he was well-behaved all day. He could always take it off, rub one out, and slide the ring back on, but lying to you is out of the cards. He would never lie. Ever. And you know that, too.

He’s so close already, and he drops his hand, breaths hiccuping.

“Mommy…” he murmurs, brows drawing. A familiar ache settles in his chest. “I miss you.”

“Oh, I miss you too, baby. But you’ll be home soon enough.”

He sulks.

“I’ll take care of you with my mouth, just the way you like it.”

Levi gasps at that, eyes glazed as he reflects on all the past times your lips have been wrapped around him. He thinks if your tongue, your hands, your noises. That loving, affectionate look in your eyes when you peer up through your lashes. You, kissing his thighs and stomach.

You can hear his breathing pick up. “But only if you’re a good boy for me. You only get my mouth on your cute dick if you behave. Sound like a deal?”

“Fuck,” he sighs. “Mmn, yeah.”

“Good. I’m proud of you.”

His heart flutters, the corner of his mouth tweaking. “Stay on the phone for a little longer while I review these numbers…”

“Of course, my love.”

#this is so soft :( like imagine just being a soft dom for levi #he’s so stressed all the time and needs to be taken care of #Levi thirsts #subby Levi #afterglow inspo #visual

[idkthisisjustforfanfic]

not a (pizza) date

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PART 11

It’d been a little over a week. What had crested in an exciting moment of I think I love you was like a popped balloon falling back down to earth. The uncomfortable truth was this: he was significantly older and in a different place in life. No amount of sexual chemistry or regular chemistry or just plain having a good time with him would negate that.

He backed up a bit just like you had, fewer text messages and less calls to say goodnight. November was in full force, the holidays approaching at an alarming speed and your schedule becoming clearer and quieter as you got towards the end of the year.

You were seated on Maddy’s couch when a text lit up your screen.

Jason (9:03pm): Let’s get dinner tomorrow night.

Y/N L/N (9:06pm): Yeah?

Jason (9:07pm): Yeah.

Jason (9:07pm): I found out what Deux Moi is and now I want to be on it.

Y/N L/N (9:08pm): Using me as your ticket to fame?

Jason (9:09pm): Oh absolutely

Jason (9:09pm): Also just miss you.

The night air was cold, you rounded the corner and saw the overhead sign for the place he’d picked, the red pin he’d dropped into your text thread verified: you’ve arrived!

The first time you got somewhere first, you sat and fought the urge to check your phone as you waited. A woman behind the bar, high tops with patrons who’d stayed past happy-hour. It was moments like these that typically made you ask the what ifs.

What if you hadn’t signed a record deal? What if you went to college like the rest of your friends from high school? Would you be married and commuting home from a job downtown to an apartment you shared with your husband? A cat perched on the windowsill and a glass of wine paired with the evening news?

Would you be thinking about fertility and a house with a picket-fence? Would you be tracking ovulation and wondering about baby names? Or would you feel just as unsure about it regardless of your career choice?

Were you supposed to know? Were you supposed to have a 100% answer either way? Yes, I do, I want them. No, I don’t, no way.

An awkward smile on his face when he walked in, stumbling over the greeting as he unknowingly saved you from the anxiety spiral that was brewing.

“Hi,” you forced a smile.

“Hey,” he took off his jacket, a smile more genuine than yours when he held your gaze and settled into his seat across from you. “How are you?”

“Good,” you nodded. “How are you?”

He shrugged, let his head dip to the side, a soft smile. “I’ve been better.” He glanced around the room, surveying the people who lingered in other booths and at other tables, presumably to determine how honest he could be. “I don’t expect you to have it all figured out, just so you know. I’m not here for an answer, I just wanted to see you.”

You let out a breath, appreciative of his words but still unsure how to move forward. Didn’t you have to figure it out? If the answer was yes, what would you do? Go your separate ways after thanking him for a fun eight months?

“Yeah, I mean--I don’t have an answer yet.”

“I’d be surprised if you did,” he laughed a little. “I mean, deciding if you…y’know,” he paused, looked around the room once more before lowering his voice, “want to have a vegetable garden is a big decision.”

You smiled at the metaphor, but it faded when you thought about it more. Your eyebrows rose up your forehead when you nodded. “It’s a lot of responsibility. A lot of watering, weeding, planting shit.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, playing along, “and picking out what you want to plant: annuals or perennials. To-may-toes, to-mah-toes.”

“You lost me there,” you smirked. “But I get it.”

He leaned forward, let his hands clasp together when his expression turned serious. “You deserve to do that, though, if it’s something you want to do. I just--I don’t know if I would be the right co-gardener…at this point.”

You swallowed the truth you already knew, nodded and took a deep inhale through your nose. The TVs above the bar rolled a diaper commercial, ironic, the people at the table beside you laughed in unison.

You expected that, really. You knew his future didn’t hold spit up and bottles and the other things that came along with a baby after forty. He’d already done the milestones: first steps, first words.

Maybe there weren’t any firsts left for you.

“Not because I don’t think you’re amazing and not because I don’t like doing a bunch of shit with you,” he shook his head, almost desperate to get his point across when your attention fell back to him. “I just…already have a vegetable garden.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, hating the way it hurt to hear him say it. “I know.”

A wave of embarrassment when his eyes met yours. You didn’t even know. You didn’t know where you stood and you didn’t know what you wanted. And even if the stars aligned and you wanted kids and he wanted more of them, you’d only known him for a few months and you still worried that one day he’d wake up and get sick of you.

Too young, too immature, too different, too this, too that. So even if it was terrifying to be thinking along those lines, you clung to the fact that it’d be easier to walk away now if you weren’t on the same page.

There was a guilty look on his face, the facial hair he’d started to grow didn’t mask the way his lips were set in a thin line. “But, you know, if you’re interested in hanging out with my garden, or if my garden could maybe be enough of a garden for you--I want you to know that I’m into that.”

The corner of your mouth pulled up a little, mirroring the expression on his face when a waitress appeared. Maybe it wasn’t your own, maybe that would be okay. Maybe there was a way to fit into his life and for him to fit into yours, despite the differences and despite how his kids intimidated you in a way they probably shouldn’t.

He smiled at the waitress in gratitude when she walked away, then turned back to see you.

“I know you might feel like you have to figure it out on your own, but if you--I don’t know--want to talk to me about it, you can. We can talk about it together. Like, if you have questions about being a parent.”

“Thank you,” you nodded, a smirk appearing when you raised your eyebrows. “I’ve heard it’s the hardest job in the world.”

“It’s up there,” he admitted. “Messy, loud, you know. It’s tiring, but it’s really awesome, too. And now that I say that out loud I realize it might sound like I’m talking about sex. I’m not, but,” he shrugged, “if the shoe fits.”

“Good to know,” you rolled your eyes at his humor, let him take his hand in yours when he smirked. “I can keep thinking about--yeah, if I want my own garden. And I can get back to you on that.” A deep breath when you admitted: “I just need some time I think, to figure that out?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” he nodded. “No rush.”

You smiled up at him again, almost apologetically. “And, I kind of think we should--I don’t know--take some space in the meantime, I guess.”

“Oh,” his lips parted, brow furrowed together. He dropped your hand, the sadness on his face almost made you take it back, rewind, never mind. Then he said: “yeah, I guess that’s probably a good idea.”

You nodded, silence for a second.

He was still processing. “Like, a break? Are we Ross and Rachel-ing it?”

You smiled again, always making a joke to lighten the mood.

“No, I mean--I don’t know. If you want to, we can.”

“You’re the one who said it,” he put the ball back in your court, discomfort etched on his features. “It’s up to you.”

“I don’t know what I want,” you sighed. “I like you, a lot--you know, on the love level most days.”

He smiled at that, let the uncertainty settle around him like you’d been doing for days.

“Ditto, just FYI.”

“Can we just go slow? And kind of pause for a minute?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, another soft smile. “As long as you know I want to resume.”

You nodded, declined his offer to walk you home after you finished eating. You hugged him on the sidewalk, parted ways and clenched your fists to avoid looking back at him. You didn’t need to look to know he watched you walk away.

So you headed to your parents’ the next day, Wednesday night, the Holland tunnel was backed up and the entire island seemed to be in a state of gridlock in preparation for the holiday.

You’d gotten used to quiet days at home, anticlimactic family meals and celebrations. At this point in your career and with your level of celebrity, it often felt easier to drive out to the suburbs and spend a weekend with your brothers than try to travel to see family out of state or head to a big gathering.

And, obviously, you’d take any excuse to avoid Janelle and Natalie.

When you stepped inside with a duffel bag, Nolan called out from the kitchen.

“Is that Y/N L/N? Oh my god, someone get the red carpet!”

“Oh fuck off,” you groaned, offering a smile to your dad when he rounded the corner. “Hi dad!”

“Hi lovebug,” he kissed your cheek and took your bag, unperturbed by your cursing. “Flying solo?”

“What?”

“No Jason?”

“No,” you said quickly, confused. “I told mom he wasn’t coming--I don’t--we’re not, like--”

“Serious?” Nolan appeared now in the doorway, half a cookie in his mouth.

“Leave your sister alone,” your dad walked into the house, patted Nolan on the shoulder when you hung your coat in the hall closet. “She didn’t do anything to you.”

“Sure, yeah,” Nolan said sarcastically, biting back a laugh. “Aside from stealing all of the attention in our family by becoming famous--you’re totally right.”

“Don’t forget that I also paid for your college tuition, you ungrateful brat.”

“I can’t ever forget that because you throw it in my face any time I piss you off,” he smiled, coming to sling an arm around your shoulder.

“Where’s mom?”

“In the living room,” you heard her call from deeper in the house.

You headed in with Nolan, found her on the couch with the remote in hand, a familiar face on the screen.

A bit of surprise in your voice when you asked, “what are you watching?”

“What does it look like they’re watching?” Nolan found his seat again beside your dad, picked up his phone to read a text.

“Figured we’d give it a try,” your mom smiled a little, “Heard it’s pretty great.”

Nolan looked back up and reminded your mom: “she’d never even know him if it wasn’t for me.”

“That’s literally not true,” you made a face. “I wouldn’t be dating him if it weren’t for Blake and Ryan.”

They were all quiet, pulled back to the episode on screen when one of them hit play. An evening scene, he walked down the street with another character. You picked up your phone and snapped a quick picture.

Y/N L/N (7:29pm): Came home to this…

Jason (7:31pm): Tell your entire family they have great taste

Jason (7:31pm): That’s the scene we shot right before I met you.

Y/N L/N (7:31pm): Really?

Jason (7:32pm): Finished up on location and then met you for a drink that night

Lena came up behind you, a suggestive smirk when she peered over your shoulder. “How’s he doing?”

“Fine,” you sighed, rolling your eyes at her nosiness.

The closest thing you had to a sister, no doubt. Somehow Andrew had been lucky enough to land someone like her: a dental hygienist with enough patience to deal with your whack-ass family and the heart of a saint.

She thought Andrew was lying when they first met and he said he was your brother, a FaceTime call on their second date to prove it. He didn’t tell you that, though, so you answered with a seaweed face mask plastered on and a rerun of Desperate Housewives playing in the background.

“I told you guys to wait,” Andrew said, reappearing from the kitchen. “We were just getting a snack.”

“You missed a funny scene,” your mom informed him, no effort to rewind or catch him up. Andrew sighed but offered you a punch to the arm in greeting.

“How are you?” You turned back to Lena and looked down at her ever-growing belly.

“Good,” she smiled. “Very excited to not be pregnant anymore. Maybe eating a shit ton of food tomorrow will induce me!”

“Shhh!” Nolan hushed, reaching to steal a handle of popcorn from Andrew.

Luckily, there wasn’t too much digging they did that night. You’d briefed your mom a little before coming home, he’s with his kids, we’re kind of taking some space, not a big deal, just busy. It wasn’t false, but even over the phone you could tell she didn’t really believe you. Mother’s intuition, mind reading--whatever it was, she knew asking a thousand questions wouldn’t help.

Your dad, on the other hand, was of a different breed.

Andrew passed you the gravy, a cloudy morning earlier as you’d watched the Macy’s Parade in your pajamas. Now, your dad was at the head of the table and Lena snapped a picture of the feast she’d helped your mom prepare.

“What’s Jason doing tonight, sweetie?”

You looked up at him, tried to telepathically communicate your disinterest in that topic.

“Dinner with his kids, and maybe his sisters, I think.”

Nolan forked into his turkey, “how old are they, again?”

“His sisters?” You made a face.

“No,” your dad rolled his eyes. “His kids.”

“Seven and five, I think.”

“Those are fun ages!” Lena smiled.

“Yeah,” you forced a smile.

Your dad tilted his head to the side, “have you met them?”

“Briefly. Yes.”

“Oh,” your mom smiled, you hadn’t shared that part yet. “That’s exciting.”

“Did you like them?” Andrew asked.

“They’re kids,” you made a face. “They love Paw Patrol, I think.”

“Well I think it’s sweet that you met them.”

It wasn’t their fault that they were fishing, at this point it’d been almost two weeks since the funeral. You’d kept pretty quiet about all that had transpired since then, hoping that a weekend away from the city would provide the time and space you needed to reflect: vegetable garden or no vegetable garden?

Nolan pried again. “Have you met Olivia?”

“Okay--can we not talk about this anymore?” You snapped quickly, voice steady despite your pressured speech.

They all froze at that, the dining room was quiet save for the sound of a fork scratching on someone’s plate. Your mom picked up her wine glass and nodded. “Yeah, of course, sure--”

“Lena,” your dad shifted his attention. “Andrew told us that your maternity leave starts in two weeks!”

You let out a sigh, offered an apologetic look to your mom when you took a bite of mashed potatoes.

Your dinner with him before the holiday had gone well enough, you were comfortable with where it was left: hope for a future but things left to decide. With a table full of family members and a head full of uncertainty, it didn’t feel like the best time to figure everything out.

Happy to head back to the city on Saturday morning, one last insult called out to Nolan as you climbed in the car that showed up to whisk you away. You didn’t text him, hadn’t talked to him on the phone since you’d seen him.

You ignored the jealous knot in your stomach over the last few days. Was he with her? Did he miss you?

You keyed into your quiet apartment, felt lonelier knowing he had a family to be with while you watched reruns on TV. Sure, you could fit into it somehow, maybe, if you could dissolve whatever resentment you held about his life before you.

But how were you supposed to decide, yes or no, with the knowledge that one of the answers would push him out and away?

You were pulled out of your own head when your phone buzzed on the couch.

Blake (3:01pm): You’re coming to the wrap party for Jenna’s movie, right?

Y/N L/N (3:01pm): When is it?

Ryan (3:02pm): In four hours

Y/N L/N (3:02pm): Fuck. Am I an asshole if I don’t come?

Ryan (3:03pm): Yeah tbh

*Y/N L/N disliked Ryan’s message*

Blake (3:03pm): Did you tell her you were coming?

Y/N L/N (3:03pm): I think so

Y/N L/N (3:03pm): I remember Mia bringing it up and I’m sure it’s on my calendar but I didn’t check cause of thanksgiving

Y/N L/N (3:04pm): idk if i’m in a party mood

Ryan (3:04pm): It’ll be fun! Drinks! And people!

Blake (3:04pm): Come to our place beforehand!

Y/N L/N (3:04pm): I’m tired and grumpy

Ryan (3:05pm): So, your usual mood?

Y/N L/N (3:05pm): 😤

Blake (3:05pm): It might be a good way to ~let loose~

Y/N L/N (3:05pm): who said I need to let loose?

Ryan (3:05pm): 🙋‍♂️

Getting yourself off the couch was tough. You stood in front of your closet and second guessed the entire thing, figured you’d go and make an appearance and then return to the same exact spot, only hopefully with a slight buzz and a sushi roll you could pick up on your way back.

The high-pitched yelling at Blake and Ryan’s was enough to give you a headache. Don’t have kids, Ryan teased, they’re loud as fuck.

So you sat in the backseat with them, thankful for the heat that blasted as you drove down 7th Avenue, Ryan promised you a martini and bet Blake you’d leave before nine. Once inside, you wondered if you’d even make it ‘til eight.

You hadn’t noticed him yet, didn’t see him sneak in or get a drink at the bar. It wasn’t until he found his way right into your circle, elbow to elbow with Ryan and listening intently to whatever Jenna was droning on about.

You didn’t mean to be in such a shit mood, but after two straight days with your brothers and two straight days dodging questions from your entire family about your love life, you weren’t exactly in the best mood for socializing. The skin-tight cocktail dress and too-high heels didn’t help.

Enter Jason, a glass of whiskey in hand, a coy smile when he caught your eye and then an even bigger one when he saw the surprise wash over your features. You did your best to hide it, but Jenna--the lead in the movie that this wrap party was for--noticed your eye contact and switched gears.

“Oh my god, wait--have you two not met?”

Ryan let out a snort-like laugh, an immediate elbow to the ribs from Blake.

“We haven’t,” Jason said quickly, pulling an eye roll from you when Jenna turned to him. “Nice to meet you--it’s Y/N, right?” As if he wouldn’t know your name. He stuck out a hand, it sat there in the middle of the circle for a second as you contemplated your next move.

You looked down at it, he raised his eyebrows, I dare you.

You let out a sigh in defeat. “Yes, yeah, you’re the guy from Horrible Bosses, right?”

“And the sequel,” he smiled.

Blake and Ryan watched on in amusement, Jenna was blissfully unaware of the joke playing out in front of her.

“I would love to chat with you--you wrote a great song I think we can use in an upcoming project of mine,” he let his eyebrows dip together, far more committed to the charade than you were.

“Is that right?” You laughed a little. “Well, then--” you turned to the rest of them. “I’m apparently busy.”

Blake rolled her eyes at you, “go--get out of here, you’re both ridiculous.”

You let out a laugh, sidestepped Ryan and Jenna before Jason followed behind, his face still completely serious and in character.

“Wait, so they do know each other?” You heard Jenna ask Blake under her breath.

They’ve been sleeping together for months, ignore them.

“You blew that,” he looked down at you, chin tucked to his chest in disappointment.

“I didn’t blow that,” you laughed. “You didn’t brief me on the plan.”

“That’s improv, babe, you gotta roll with it.”

“Not all of us are as gifted as you are when it comes to pulling shit out of your ass,” you quipped back.

He followed you through the crowd and towards the bar, found a quiet spot near the end and then let his eyes find yours. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Me neither,” you admitted. “Mia had told me about it but I forgot and then I got back from my parents this morning--didn’t want to sit in my apartment by myself all night, I guess.”

He frowned a little at that. “You should have called me.”

“Yeah, I just--didn’t know if you were busy this weekend with your kids.”

“Just because they’re around doesn’t mean you can’t call.”

“I know,” you admitted, a shy smile, caught again. His ability to read you was improving, you took a step forward and reached to fumble with a button on his dress shirt, drawn to him in the crowded room despite the lingering question overhead. “I didn’t really know if that was allowed, if we’re, y’know, on a break.”

He was about to speak, you cut him off with a smirk.

“And besides--you’re here, so it would appear that you had plans tonight.”

He looked around the room and let his finger circle the air lazily. “I would happily ditch this scene to get pizza with you.”

“Specifically pizza?”

He shrugged. “I’m hungry--and I saw a pizza place down the street. Aaaand last time I checked the on a break rules,” he pretended to open an invisible scroll, let his eyes scan the invisible paper before looking back to you. “Yeah, there’s no rule about getting pizza.”

You laughed, “then why are we still here?”

He smiled, nodded in agreement and tugged you behind him as he headed for the door.

“Shouldn’t we say bye to Blake and Ryan?”

“What? No!” He waved you off. “They’re fine--they’ll figure it out for themselves.”

Through the lobby of the event space, you followed him out past the valet line and onto the sidewalk. Three blocks down, a seedy joint with a neon sign in the window, 24-hours, 99 cent pizza.

Two slices, a picture with the teenager behind the register--he pretended to be offended that she recognized you and not him. You folded your slice and bit into it, looked up at him once you were back out on the street.

“How was your Thanksgiving?”

“Good,” he nodded. “Went to my sister’s place. Always good for our kids to hang out together. How was yours?”

“Aside from the full court press about you--” you shot him a look. “It was good.”

“Me? They were asking about me?” He played up his nervousness, let his eyes get wide like he didn’t love the mere thought of it.

“Oh don't act like you're not flattered,” you laughed.

”Oh, I mean, I am,” he took a bite of his pizza, spoke around it when he smirked down at you. “Completely flattered.”

“My dad seemed pretty disappointed when I showed up alone, not gonna lie.”

Jason’s face lit up, but he regained composure when he took another bite. “He did?”

“Yeah—even though I never said you’d be there,” you clarified, a bite into your slice.

He laughed, wiped his mouth with a flimsy take out napkin. “I would have come.”

You looked up at him in a moment of honesty. “Yeah, well, holidays, your family, the kids--”

“Whose kids?” He played dumb.

You rolled your eyes, quite possibly the hardest you’d ever done it, and fought a smile at his stupid joke. “Your kids, Jason.”

“Oh,” he nodded, as if he’d forgotten. “Them. Yeah. I mean, I’m kind of sick of them lately,” he teased.

You scoffed, reached out a hand to whack him in the chest. He flinched and relented, “alright, alright, I’m joking.”

You shook your head, another bite of pizza when he moved closer to you.

“There could, you know, be a day where you and I spend a holiday together and, maybe, they’re also there.”

You gave him a taste of his own medicine. “Who?”

He laughed softly at your joke, but apparently he’d shifted gears and decided to be serious.

“And they also have a mom, you know, to hang out with, if you’re not ready for that just yet.”

“I know,” you said, challenging him. “She found me in your foyer—in your clothes—making pancakes.”

“Burning pancakes,” he corrected with a firm nod. “But sure.”

You shook your head, narrowed your eyes at him playfully. “Ballsy of you to insult me after that fiasco.”

“She, uh—she asked about you, by the way. Said she thought you were sweet.”

You stopped chewing, brought your eyes up to him. “She did?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

He gave a flimsy shrug, “she found you in my foyer—in my clothes.”

You forced a smile at his callback, felt the familiar knot of anxiety in your stomach when he continued.

“And, uh…cause, you know, I told her that I’m--” he lowered his voice, whispering like it was some big secret, “--in love with you.”

Oh. You resumed chewing now, nodded to yourself as you let his words sink in. He smiled down at you, amused, as always, by the way he was throwing you off.

Maybe it was something in the early winter air, the way the traffic lights all seemed to blink to green at the same time. You wiped your hands on a napkin and tossed the rest of your crust in a trash bin by the curb. “Do you want to go back to your place?”

He blinked a few times, nodded quickly, like your self-invitation caught him by surprise. “Uh, yeah--of course.” A quick laugh when he pulled out his phone to request a car. “I thought you’d never ask.”

You draped your legs over his in the backseat, watched him cork a bottle of wine in the same kitchen from two weeks earlier. Only this time, you didn’t see your life flash before your eyes.

A similar scene from the night you first met, you sat on one end of the couch when he hand delivered a glass of wine and offered a flirty smile.

“Hey,” you tucked your feet beneath you, adjusted your dress to not show too much ass on his couch. “I forgot to tell you. I made a twitter.”

“You made a twitter?” He’d already ditched his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves as he stood in the center of his living room.

“Why do you say it like that?” You made a face.

He laughed, came to sit on the opposite end and brought his wine glass to his lips. “Well, cause now I’ve gotta up my game. What do you have already, a million followers?”

“Like fourteen million,” you bragged, stuck your chin out when he shook his head.

“Jesus Christ,” he laughed. “When’d you make it?”

“Over the holiday with Nolan. He said he’d been getting a bunch of messages from strangers and shit--so, figured I’d give the people what they want.”

“How heroic of you,” he shifted and reached for his phone in his back pocket. He tapped the screen a few times with his thumb, then looked back up at you. “Well, now it’s fourteen million and one.”

“I didn’t see you sign up for text alerts,” you teased, a slow sip of wine as you eyed him over the rim.

“This from the girl who invited herself to my house tonight even though she said we should take a break.”

“Hey!” You pointed a finger at him. “I said take space, and you agreed that we should!”

“I was full of shit,” he laughed like you should have known better. “What do you think I’m gonna say? No, no way, no breaks allowed?”

You stared at him, the corner of your mouth twisted towards the ceiling when he shrugged again. His eyebrows rose when you leaned forward, put your wine glass on the coffee table in front of you and stood up.

He watched you take the two steps over to him, shifted on the couch as if he was inviting you to come closer. One knee, then the second, you took his glass of wine and sipped from it, leaned back to set it next to yours: out of the way.

You leaned down to press your mouth to his, a pulse of urgency through your body when his arms snaked around your waist. You both ignored the unknowns, his hands moved against the fabric of your dress when yours held onto his face.

You pulled back for a second, looked into his eyes like they’d keep you tethered to the earth. “I love you too, you know.”

He smiled a little, a slight nod in acknowledgement. “I figured, but--you know--it’s nice to hear it.”

He tugged you back down, found the zipper on the back of your dress as if your relationship didn’t live in a state of precariousness. You were about to stand and shed a layer, but when you looked at him again, realization hit.

“They watched Frozen here,” you reminded.

He looked down to the couch and nodded in confirmation, waited a beat before he met your eyes and said: “I can’t tell if you’re weirded out by the movie or the location.”

“No, I love Frozen,” you confessed seriously, earning a chuckle from him when his hands moved down to the underside of your thighs.

“Upstairs, then?”

You led him up and into his bedroom, met his mouth again when you fell onto the mattress. He looped a finger through the side of your panties, tugged them down and tossed them over his shoulder.

“I’ll trade you,” you laughed, fingers on the buttons of his shirt as he raced you to undo them. You heard it hit the floor, the buttons tapped against the hardwood when you sat up and pulled at his belt buckle.

He bent down to kiss you again, laughing into your mouth when you pushed him away. “I need to see,” you told him.

“I need to see you,” he argued. “You’re literally the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh stop it,” you rolled your eyes, pushed his pants down so they fell around his ankles. He stepped out, tossed them aside when you moved yourself up to the headboard.

“No I mean it,” he crawled towards you and giggled. “I’m not lying, why would I lie?”

You sunk down, laid beside him when he wrapped his arms around you. “Cause you’re about to get laid.”

“What? I am?!” He feigned shock, pulled his head away from you when you rolled your eyes and laughed. “I mean it,” he said seriously. “Have you ever seen yourself?”

“I have,” you nodded, “solid b-plus.”

“B-plus?” He almost yelled. “You’re fucking crazy. You are out of touch with reality. Remind me to take you to the doctor in the morning to get your head checked out. Hey, Siri--”

“You’re fucking crazy,” you teased, reaching to tug him back into you.

“I can live with that,” he shrugged, mouth on yours until you begged for more.

He kissed along your jawline, eager to make you moan his name when his fingers connected with your center. He let out a smug laugh when your back arched into him and your arms wrapped around his neck.

He said your name over and over, found the rhythm in his hips and let his body move with yours. He was greedy with his hands, you pushed his chest down and finished on top, letting him push into you until he did the same.

You climbed into the shower with him before midnight, thought to yourself that you’d rather be here than alone on your couch.

He handed you a facecloth, watched the droplets of water rush towards the ground on your skin.

“Is it just me or does the sex get better every time?”

You smirked but kept your eyes closed, taking in the warmth.

“Not just you,” you admitted.

“Good,” he laughed, arms wrapping around you again when he kissed your shoulder.

You opened one eye and tried not to laugh at your own joke before you said it. “Should I tweet about it?”

“God no,” he giggled, rolling his eyes when he pulled away from you. “Your account would definitely get suspended.” An aside when he shook his head: “Not that I wouldn’t love for the entire world to know I’m sleeping with you.”

“I don’t know the twitter rules!”

“Do I have to teach you everything?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged.

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In Heat! Keigo Takami- Naughty Naughty~

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Smut..cold. hard. detailed smut. I WILL RUIN YOUR DAY AND YOU WILL THANK ME DAMNIT! Dom Keigo? Well Heat Keigo, assertive azz boi

Also it's implied you're wearing a skirt.

LEGGO!

...

Jeanie, your good friend sat with you as you explained yourself to the nurse, Dr. Malina. Her face twisted in curiosity as you explained what the hell was going on with you. You were nervous as fuck even trying to talk about it. What was wrong with you and how were you gonna fix it.

"Mrs. L/N, Miss. King. What seems to be the issue."

Jeanie nodded at you, letting you know it was okay to talk first.

"Um...My erm down there, is acting up."

"Are you pregnant? Ovulating?"

"Oh no!" you shook your head. "Nothing like that." you laughed nervously. "Um, it started this week. I've been really sensitive, maybe a little...I have no clue. This hasn't happened before."

"Okay Miss. L/N. Has anything strange other than hyper-sensitivity been happening? Has your quirk been acting up?"

"I can barely touch...it without being sensitive, and this isn't a period thing because that's never happened to me before."

"Have any large changed happened to you this past year?"

"No, not really." I shook my head.

"No new people, you haven't moved apartments?"

"I moved in with my boyfriend?"

Now that you thought of it, you recently moved in with Keigo Takami known as Hawks. Recently, you haven't seen him though. He could barely look at you without dropping something or even walk past you. It was just this past Saturday that you were starting to feel this way.

"Have you two ever been intimate?" she asked.

"I mean yeah." you shrugged. "But not lately-"

"Not within the last...say week and a half?" the nurse asked.

You looked at Jeanie who seemed to be thinking. Thinking very hard to the point where her eyebrows were knitted together.

"Hey, Y/N. You don't think Keigo has anything to do with this?" she asked. "Maybe I'm wrong but do you think that maybe he's...y'know-"

"I don't follow." you replied dumbly.

"Honey." the nurse laughed at your naivety. "By sensitive, do you mean turned on? Aroused?"

"Um...yeaaaahh?" you trailed off.

"Everytime you look at your boyfriend, do those feelings get worse? Has he been acting off, heavy breathing-"

"Yes!" you nodded. "Something like that!"

It wasn't long before the nurse was asking you more and more questions.

"My dear!" she laughed. "You aren't sick and there's nothing wrong with you!"

"Really?" you sighed with relief. "Then what's the issue?"

"You're in heat! Whatever's happening to your partner is obviously happening to you." she laughed.

"W-what? THAT'S EVEN WORSE! HOW DO I FIX IT WOMAN!?"

"Honey, it's just a way of saying you want your partner, it's okay to act on it."

"Easy for you to say." you sighed.

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"Hey!" Keigo took you into a tight hug as soon as he opened the door. "I heard you went to the doctors office from Jeanie, you alright?" Obviously not, seeing as how you knocked instead of using a key to get in.

"I...uh-" you trailed off. "I...ngh-" you suddenly dropped to your knees.

"Baby!" he looked down in surprise as you whimpered.

"K-keigo. I'm so-sorry." you cried. "I didn't know what else to do. It's getting worse." your rested your head against his knee as you hugged his leg. "I'm so ashamed."

"Y/N, slow down! You're not making any sense!"

"The nurse told me it was normal but I don't know anymore-" you stammered. "Fuck-"

"Y/N, babygirl you aren't making any sense." Keigo slid his fingers under your chin and made you look up. "Calm down...and tell me what's wrong."

"She said I was in heat-or something." you squeaked. "She said it was normal because you were in it t-too?" you whimpered. His silence after that made you feel even worse. "I'm so sorry-"

"How long has this been happening?" he asked.

"Since last week." you breathed.

When you looked up, Keigo's face was still. He wasn't smiling or frowning. In fact, he wasn't readable at all. "Now, why would you ever need to apologize for needing some cock inside you."

"Hm?" your head shot up in his direction.

"Awww, are you my naughty baby. You've been struggling without me because you're afraid I'm gonna think you're a little whore, aren't you?"

"Keigo~" you tried to make words as his thumb grazed your bottom lip.

"I didn't know you were suffering that badly." he bit his lip, tilting your chin up to look at him. "I wish you had told me earlier...woulda made this past week a whole lot more bearable." he laughed. "I'll be honest I didn't know being in heat would affect you too...so I guess I should be sorry about that."

You were completely thrown off.

"Why don't you come in and show me just how bad you've been havin it."

You barely had it in you to stand, so you had to crawl. Being in front on him was too-

As Keigo closed the door, he helped you stand to your feet. You had to lean against him though.

"Naughty naughty~" he sang. "Were you planning on telling me about this, baby? I was wondering when you were finally coming to tell daddy you were aching for him." he led you to your shared bedroom. His eyes were shifting hues under the light, turning dark with lust. "Does my baby want to play with my fat cock? Maybe get knotted a little by me?"

"Ngh- Huuh-" you chest heaved as you were set down on the bed.

"You're so cute." he bit his lip. "The way you're holding onto me is making me want to fuck you so hard." his jaw went slack. "Why don't you play with that pretty pussy, hm?" He stood there and watched you, watched your fingers hike up your clothes and crawl between your legs. "That's right, rub your clit for me." he smirked. "Right through those cute panties."

"K-keigo." you whimpered. "P-please."

"Little Y/N can't take some teasing, hm?" he laughed. "Bend over my bed, let me see just how bad it is." he strode up and helped you turn over. He stood behind you and hiked up your skirt. "Awww~ Is that wet spot from you pissing yourself or are you just glad to see me baby?" you couldn't see, but you could tell he was smiling. "I wish you knew how many times I jacked myself off thinking about you this week. I'm glad to know you were suffering without me too."

"You're so mean." you squeaked.

You could hear his gasp. "Baby, look at you."

"N-no! Don't look at it." you attempted to pull it down, only to feel him grab your hands.

"Don't. You. Fucking. Dare...cover yourself up. Your clit is so swollen." there was shuffling for a bit, only to be welcomed by warm air against your sex. "Are you that turned on? Do you want me to eat this pussy?"

"K-keigo!" your legs shook.

"Shit, you're so sensitive. If I touch you anymore, you'll fall the fuck apart...mmf-" you felt him drive his tongue into your slit. The feeling caused you to bury your face into the bed and muffle your moans.

"Awww baby~" Keigo laughed. "I'm only licking you. All I'm doing is dragging my tongue up this cute pussy." he hummed. He drew his tongue up your head, laughing maniacally. "So good~" he moaned into your sex. "You're getting it all over my chin. Does it feel that good when I flick my tongue against your swollen pussy?" he cooed in a babyish voice. "So sloppy- So fucking cute." He moaned against your sex.

You suddenly felt something else rub against you.

"You're covering my cock in your mess, baby. You like it when daddy rubs against your?" Keigo abruptly turned you around so that you were laying on your back. You felt his ease himself inside your wetness.

"I wonder if my big fat cock will fit inside." he seethed, gliding his fingertips down your stomach. "Come on, you can take it. You're such a good girl for me, you can take it." he praised. "Can you feel my dick stretching you out? Hm?" bit his lip.

"K-keigo! F-FUCK-" you helped as he buried himself inside you.

"Damnit Y/N. Am I even gonna be able to move." he grunted. "You're tightening about my cock. Fuck, come here!" he moved around so it was him that was sitting on the bed, and you were sitting in his lap. He crashed his mouth over yours, muffling your moans with his tongue.

"Awww you're dripping." he snarled. "You're so fucking sexy." he moaned. "Come on, take my load. Take all this cum, huh? You're gonna be dripping for weeks, pretty baby." he groaned. His thrusts only got deeper and deeper. You could feel his thickness against every wall.

Suddenly, you were welcomed by an unbelievably hot feeling inside me.

"FUCK! BABY-" he snarled. "Take all that cum baby. Fucking take it." he breathe after a while. He tightened his arms around you. "You're such a good girl." he bit his lip. He crashed his mouth over yours again. "My pretty baby."

"W-why didn't you tell me?" you leaned on his shoulder.

"I didn't want to force you into anything, but I guess I didn't have to worry." he hummed. "I love you baby, so much." he kissed your lips. "Just like you're gonna love this round two."

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't feel you cum on this cock...and we can't have that, can we baby?"

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[lcksndkys]

Pairing: JJK x reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: smut, fluff, tiny hint of angst

Word count: ~8k

Summary: Save a drum, bang a drummer. 

Warnings: one tasteful semi-nude sext, brief flashback of male masturbation, discussions about conception, an unholy amount of nipple play, blowjob, fingering, pussy slapping with a dick (but like, romantically), unprotected sex within an established relationship, multiple orgasms, creampie

A/N: This is my first attempt at creative writing… ever. Borne from my horny imagination and a thirst dream, this piece is an epilogue of sorts. S/o to @jinpanman ​ and @wwilloww ​ for being the wind beneath my wings and the floaties around my arms. Also, big thanks to Willow who made the banner <3

There are two things you know are happening tonight. One: Beyond the Scene is out celebrating the completion of their newest EP. Two: your husband, the drummer of Beyond, is going to come home, high off the adrenaline of a successful night, and fuck you into oblivion. Your period tracking app that you both have been studiously monitoring over the last few months has notified you that you were going to be ovulating over the next couple of days. 

You slip into one of Jungkook’s oversized cut-off tanks and a pair of crotchless black lace panties that you know he likes. Checking in the mirror, you see a generous view of side-boob due to the cut of his shirt and you turn around and decide to forgo bottoms entirely—they’ll be discarded soon anyways. Your husband may be out with the boys tonight, but you’re determined to wait up for him. It’s not that late after all. You roll over, pulling a bottle of lube from the nightstand and set it out for later.

Lying in your shared bed, you check your phone again, reading the last messages you sent to each other.

[9:51pm] Jungkook-ah: i’ll be home late babe. dont wait up. love you.

[9:54pm] You: … but i’m ovulating today. I want you.

You haven’t heard from him since. Tapping to the camera icon on your phone, you decide to send a little more encouragement. You quickly snap a photo of your torso covered in his shirt, making sure to give a tasteful glimpse of your ensemble. 

[11:39pm] Jungkook-ah: fcuk. dont temnt meee idk when ill  b home

You sigh. He's definitely drunk which means that even if he did come home soon, he’d be too wasted to finish the job, more likely to fall asleep seconds after washing up. Tossing your phone onto your pillow, you roll to Jungkook’s side of the bed. Breathing in his clean, slightly sweet scent, you let it comfort you as your eyes close. Your mind drifts off to the first time you ever saw Jungkook as a man. 

Sprawled out on a twin sized bed, there was barely enough space for the two of you. Propped against the headboard and wearing nothing but a smile, he laced his fingers behind his head and cockily encouraged you to take pictures. “They’ll last longer,” he had said. Cheeky brat. You had instructed him to pleasure himself as you watched. “Tell me what you think of when you touch yourself, Koo” to which he replied, “You in my clothes with nothing on underneath”. He had whined, panting and desperate to hold off his climax with the hopes that he might get to feel you wrapped around him. 

You made him promise that night would be a one off; an itch scratched. And above all, he wasn’t to speak of that night to anyone, especially his sister- your best friend. At the time, an emotional relationship was not something you were ready to pursue. And certainly not with someone so intimately linked to your inner circle. So when it happened again, and then again, you proposed an easy benefits-only relationship to which he quietly accepted. You didn’t know he had been secretly yearning for something you could not yet give him. Despite trying to push him and your emotions away, Jungkook persisted, and with time and patience, you let him into your heart and let him show you the meaning of true love. 

With a love-sick smile plastered on your face, you drift off to sleep, plans for tonight all but forgotten.

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Eyes still closed and hanging on to the quickly fading wisps of your dreams, you unconsciously feel around the sheets for your husband. When your hands come across nothing but layers of bedsheet and blankets and the lingering warmth of Jungkook’s body heat, you roll over seeking the comfort of his embrace. 

Sitting up, you see that he must’ve moved you during the night towards your side of the bed before climbing in behind you. Realizing you’re still in his shirt and the sexy panties from last night, you huff out a groan of annoyance. 

You get out of bed and make the short trek to your bathroom to wash up. Jungkook never missed an opportunity to “practice” baby making. The thought that he was avoiding a session in the sheets with you makes you press the bristles harshly against your teeth. 

Upon returning to your bedroom, you see that at some point Jungkook had plugged your phone in to charge. You open up your app and double check that you’re still within short the ovulation window. 

The shuffling of slippers alerts you to your husband elsewhere in your shared apartment. As you leave in search of him, you notice he had put the bottle of lube away. 

Padding out towards the kitchen, you can hear the tinkling of dishware and cutlery. The smell of toast floats through the air as you spot Jungkook at the counter pouring his cereal into a bowl of milk. Endearing. You smile, remembering he once reasoned that adding cereal to milk ensures you won’t be left with any soggy bits. 

Coming up behind him, he startles a little with your quiet arrival. You wrap your arms around his middle, pressing a light kiss between his shoulder blades, and nuzzling your face against the wide expanse of his back.

“I missed you last night, baby,” you coo. 

Turning in your embrace, Jungkook wraps one arm around your shoulders and uses a pointer finger to gently tilt your head, aligning your mouth to his. He leans down to give you a sweet, chaste kiss in greeting before pulling away. 

“I’m sorry I was out late. But I’ll make it up to you ok?”

“How about you make it up to me right now?” you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively, stepping back from his grasp. 

His eyes rake up and down your figure, pausing to take in the long expanse of skin showing from under his cut-off tank. You turn your torso slightly, lifting your arms up overhead to smooth back your bed head, allowing him a generous view of your tits through the large armholes. You smirk to yourself knowing this simple outfit is one of his favorites on you. 

“- oh, fuck,” Jungkook breathes, feeling the beginnings of desire stir in his sleep pants.

“I was so ready for you last night,” you continue, planting your hands behind you on the kitchen counter opposite of Jungkook. With a hop, you sit yourself upon the cold hard surface and try not to cringe at the sudden change of temperature on your bare rump.

You beckon towards your husband with a crook of your finger. 

“I even wore one of your favorites,” you purr. Slowly trailing a hand towards your hip you pull the hem of your—well, his—shirt up, exposing some of the black lace panties you had worn. 

Jaw clenched and brow furrowed. You enjoy Jungkook’s rapt attention.

“Come closer” you plead. 

When he shows no sign of approaching, you lean back onto your elbows and prop one foot onto the countertop. Parting your legs, you smile victoriously when Jungkook’s eyes drop immediately to your exposed core. Thank goodness for crotchless panties.

His throat constricts at the sight of your pussy, framed in black lace, and bared lewdly for him. 

“Fuck,” he growls lowley. You watch his throat bob again swallowing down a moan. He looks from your eyes, to your lips, and down between your thighs. Cock hardening, his desire rises hot and heady at the sight of you glistening before him.

Seeing him grow in the unforgiving fabric of his grey sweatpants, you grin at his visceral reaction. “You know I’m ovulating, right?” You bring your other foot up onto the counter further spreading yourself out for him. “Fuck me, baby. Fill me up with your cum.” A little dirty talk was nearly always enough encouragement to get your husband started.

Doe eyes wide, he is torn between his carnal desires to ravish you on the countertop and his mounting emotional distress. 

When your husband doesn’t immediately react to your proposition, you know something is wrong. You hop off the counter and come to wrap around him. Jungkook has always been a shy boy, and as he got older, grew into a reserved man. He had a small social circle, knowing first hand that some people had no qualms with using him for his services. He was the golden boy. Jungkook was good at things and always has been- drums, sports, computers, video games, writing music, singing, sex. Many people sought to use him and had gotten away with it. And at first, he was eager to please; to prove himself worthy of the attention. But it wasn’t long before he grew cautious and began to keep a selective few close, including you. 

You've always seen him. And you see him now, eyes tight with emotion he's been holding back from you. He hasn't done that in years. 

Your arousal from earlier has all but dried up, evaporated with the sense that something important is weighing on Jungkook. 

"Do you need me to listen or find a solution?" you ask him. 

"Listen" he replies softly. 

You take his hand, leading him towards the couch. Sitting down, you part your legs pulling his back to your front. You wrap all four limbs around him and lay back to let his weight press the both of you into the cushions. His hands immediately go to stroke along the soft skin of your shins. You tuck your face into his nape, ghosting soft kisses along the skin available to you. Holding him against you, you feel Jungkook slowly melt, head leaning back against your shoulder. You know he’ll speak when he's ready.

“I just… Lately I’ve been feeling like you only want a specific part of me,” says Jungkook quietly. His hands go to tuck back some of his hair behind his ears- a nervous tell he's never been able to kick. "And I guess it kind of reminded me of the time from before we officially got together, ya know?" 

You feel your heart crumble in your chest at his admission. At that time, you weren’t ready for what Jungkook wanted to give you, convinced that the age gap and BTS’s rising fame would ultimately lead to disaster. Thus you had pushed for a purely physical relationship. He had agreed mistakenly believing that having your body, but not your mind or heart, was better than not having you at all. He hoped that time and love would help you change your mind. Luckily for both of you, it did. 

You want to say something to comfort him, but you remember he asked you to listen. You stay quiet, giving him a safe space to speak.

"And I know we're trying for a baby, but lately there's no intimacy when you make love to me. It's like once I finish, it's over and you push me away to lay with your legs up against the wall." 

You feel his ribs expand as he takes a deep breath, and then another. In, then out. 

"You know how important aftercare is to me," he continues. You do know. Jungkook is a romantic; being held and praised for a job well done has always been just as important as the actual act of sex for him. "And if you're just trying to fuck me, I don't know if I want it." 

There's a few moments of pause.

“Why didn’t you just tell me you didn’t want to have sex?” you ask softly. 

Jungkook’s eyes nearly bug out of his head. “No! I mean- I want it, trust me, I want you. But the last few times, it felt like you just fucked me until I came.” Jungkook goans. “You didn’t even finish. Makes me feel like a bad lover."

You cringe remembering that the last time you had been intimate with your husband, you straddled him and then rode him fast and hard until he spilled his seed inside you. The whole ordeal lasted 3 minutes tops, and then you were rolling off him onto your back leaving him to clean up on his own. 

Sensing he was finished, you start to apologize. “I had no idea you felt that way,” you start. “I never meant for you to feel that way. I’m sorry.”

“I just- I love you so much, and I would give anything to make you happy,” he says quietly. His hands continue to absentmindedly traverse the length of your legs.

Your hold around him tightens, a silent I love you. 

“What do you wanna do today, baby? Today’s all about you,” you promise. You’re ready to give your husband the attention he craves. 

“Anything?” Jungkook asks, craning his head back to meet your gaze.

“Mhmm.”

Jungkook smiles, pleased with your enthusiasm. 

“I promise you I’ll give you a creampie, but can we please just play super smash bros first?”

Seeing the child-like wonder in your husband’s eyes, you can’t help but chuckle at him. Jungkook has always been easy to please and competitive to a fault. 

“Sure, Kook-ah. Maybe I’ll even let you beat me” you joke, fingers digging into his ribs causing him to laugh and squirm from your grasp. 

Jungkook unwinds your legs from around his waist to set up the gaming console. 

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After several rounds of super smash bros, Jungkook has other ideas in his mind. Pulling you onto his lap, you’re forced to part your legs to straddle him. He fingers along the hem of your shirt pulling up the backside to expose your bare ass. 

“Ah, you wore these for me?” he asks, hand rubbing circles along your quickly heating flesh. 

“Depends. Are you ready to take them off me?” you retort with a wink. 

Giggling, Jungkook lunges for you, wrapping his strong arms around you and burying his head into your neck. You feel the gentle pressure of his lips suckling and tilt your head further back to grant him more access to the sensitive skin of your neck.

He laps against your throat, making you moan out in satisfaction. Your arousal starts to leak onto Jungkook’s grey sweats as you absentmindedly grind your bare cunt against the stiffness growing there.

“Mmm, fuck. Let’s go” you pant, urgently tapping at Jungkook’s shoulder.  

Walking into the bedroom, Jungkook slowly lowers you down to the ground, letting your front drag along his, your soft curves trailing along the firm planes of his chest. The moment your feet touch down, you gently press a hand against his chest- right over his thrumming heart- and encourage him to sit at the edge of your bed. His eyes gaze lovingly up into yours, a small smile hanging on his lips, waiting for your instruction. 

You tug at the hem of his shirt. “Can you take this off, baby?” 

Jungkook eagerly nods, licking his lips in anticipation. He reaches back, hooking his fingers into the neckline of his collar and pulling his stupidly oversized shirt over his head in one swift motion. For a second, he lets you admire his body. He works hard to achieve his physique and enjoys knowing you’re your attraction towards him has never waned. 

You swallow down a groan as your eyes trail from his chest, dusky nipples pebbled with arousal, down his abdominals, towards the bulge in his sweats. Your husband is a beautiful man, inside and out, and he is all yours. Tonight and forever.

Climbing into his lap, you straddle him and cup his face between your hands. Jungkook needs emotional intimacy, and you’re prepared to deliver.

You kiss his forehead. “I love the way you think. You’re quiet, but so clever, and I wish more people could see how your brain works. You’re considerate of other people and so fucking humble, qualities I really admire about you.”

Moving down to his eyes, you place twin kisses over his closed eyelids. “I love the way you see the world. When I’m tired, you remind me that there is so much beauty in the mundane, and I’m so lucky to see it all by your side.”

You reach down for his hands and press your lips along the knuckles of both his hands. “I love the life you’ve helped build for and with me. People always say you’re good at everything, but they don’t see how hard you work to earn it. I respect you so much for that.” You play with his fingers- somehow long and delicate, but strong at the same time- and lace them together.

“I love your nose,” you continue, pecking the tip. 

“But-”

“No interruptions, Jungkook” you hold up a hand, effectively cutting him off. “I know you’ve always thought it was a little too big and round when we were younger, but it shows how much you’ve grown into yourself over the years. You are so sexy- both on the stage and off.”

You pull back in time to see him fighting down a shy smile at your praise. “Besides, a man should have a big nose,” you wink. Unable to hide his toothy smile or blushing cheeks, you continue.

“I love these cheeks,” you say, planting sloppy kisses over his face. “When you smile - a real, genuine smile- your whole face lights up. I hope our children inherit that.”

You plant more against the beauty marks on the bridge of his nose and under his lip, on the faint scar high on his cheek. “So beautiful,” you murmur against his skin.

“These are my favorite lips. You were the first man that I believed when you told me you loved me.” You press your lips against his, kissing him gently. Tilting your head for a better angle, you press forward more ardently, and part your lips further to slide your tongue against his.

When you pull back, Jungkook’s eyes are still closed, face craning forward to chase your kiss. You card your fingers through his hair and push him back enough to look into his eyes again. 

Your lips continue their loving path down his face, nipping along his sharp jawline and down his neck, paying special attention to his sensitive pulse point. Jungkook whimpers in appreciation encouraging you to work color into his skin. 

“Most of all, I love your heart.” Your arms wrap around his torso, hands caressing up and down his back as your head tips down to press your mouth against his chest, just left of center. “You are patient and kind and romantic. You show me every day what true love means, and I am forever grateful for that. You have all of me, and you always will. And tonight, I want to make you feel good because I love every part of you. Even the parts you don’t particularly like yourself.”

You continue to leave wet kisses along his clavicles and throat making him moan quietly.

“Lay back for me, baby” you say, and he allows you to push him onto his back.

Your body follows him down prone on the bed, allowing your comforting weight to settle atop him and press him into the sheets. Linking your hands, you bring them up to rest by his head. You reconnect and kiss him senseless, lips and tongues moving seamlessly in a dance well practiced over the years. You continue until he’s whining, until you feel him thickening further in his pants. 

Lips descending downwards, you continue a fiery trail along his jawline, hands caressing his neck and chest to maximize his pleasure. Evidence of your love blooms down his neck as you continue a path towards his chest. Perched on his lap, you grind against him as you take a nipple between your lips and begin to suck.

“A-ahh fuck”, Jungkook pants as your lips wrap more securely around his pebbled bud, tongue flicking against him. Your other hand rakes along his other pectoral, thumb catching along its twin and you rub circles over him with your thumb. His cock, which had begun to throb when you love bombed him, is now fattening with arousal.                                                                                

You trail your lips across his chest making sure to provide equal attention to his sensitive buds. Dusky and shining with your saliva, you continue down his abs, licking the contours of his hard earned muscles. Jungkook continues to quietly moan at the sensation of your soft, warm mouth slowly moving south along his body.

Sitting up a bit from his supine figure, you tug down at the band of his sweatpants. “Can I take these off?” you ask, slipping your fingertips into the waistline of his bottoms. He nods his consent and you push them down as he lifts his hips up, effectively removing Jungkook’s remaining piece of clothing. 

As you move to stand from his lap, he immediately sits up as if pained by any distance between your bodies. You give him one last, sweet kiss on the mouth before settling down on your knees between his spread legs. His cock, perfectly framed between powerful thighs, is hardening rapidly and attempting to defy gravity as it bobs in the space between your bodies. Licking your lips at the sight of his leaking length, you settle on the floor and reach for his base.

“Hold on” he says, stopping you to reach across the bed and pulling his pillow from under the covers offering it to you for comfort. Your heart swells at his consideration and you accept it gratefully. You place it under your knees for an added cushion and make yourself comfortable on the ground.

Maintaining eye contact you run your hands up and down his thick thighs letting your fingernails lightly scratch along the sensitive skin there. Each pass brings you closer and closer to his cock, subtly twitching in eagerness to feel you wrapped around him. Keeping your eyes locked on his, you wrap a hand around his base and feel him harden fully in your grasp. Bringing your lips down to his weeping tip, you run your tongue up and down his slit, then slowly in a circle around the engorged head leaving a ring of precum and saliva in your wake.

“F-uuuck” Jungkook keens as you continue to tease him with your tongue. “Please. More, please.” 

Your lips immediately close around him, surrounding his throbbing cock with the wet heat of your mouth and begin to suck tasting his musky flavor. Popping off, you run your tongue up and down to spread moisture along his shaft; your hand will have to cover what your throat cannot take. He is not profoundly large, but he is more than thick and long enough to satisfy you.

Unable to mask his desire, Jungkook pants as your mouth works up and down his rigid length. You take him as deep as you can tolerate, gagging lightly when you feel him slide down the back of your throat with each pass. The hand not grasping his base is rubbing soothing circles along his hip and inner thigh, amplifying his pleasure.

“Mmm yeah, you’re doing so g-good,” he groans as you continue bobbing, hand furiously pumping whatever won’t fit in your mouth. He weaves his fingers into your hair, encouraging you to take him deeper into the depths of your throat. Eyes starting to water, his other hand wipes at the tears in your lash line as you continue to enthusiastically blow him. 

Jungkook’s volume steadily increases along with the pace of your mouth and hand as you work over his cock. You continue to suck him off sending white hot pleasure through his veins. “Oh shit- shit.” Jungkook stops you as his impending orgasm begins to crest. “You need to stop, or I’ll cum” he breathes out. Though your mouth is no longer on him, your hand continues to slowly jerk him off.

“Aren’t you ovulating?” he tries to confirm with you. “I need to put it in you,” he insists, teeth clenching together as your hand glides up and down the full length of his dick twisting your wrist with each upstroke.

“Tonight is all about you - about us,” you shake your head. “I want to make you feel good. Can I do that?” you ask as your other hand travels from his hip to cup and gently fondle his balls.

He whimpers in pleasure as you continue to stroke him.

“Do you want to cum in my mouth tonight, baby?” you purr. No longer able to formulate a coherent sentence, he nods his head aggressively.

“Good boy,” you tease with a smirk. Your mouth returns to his cock and joins the hand pumping his shaft. Years of learning each other’s bodies has taught you the tell tale signs of your husband’s orgasms and you can tell he’s close. Very close.

Hollowing out your cheeks, you apply the suction you know he has never been able to resist. You’re determined to suck his soul from his body, gripping him firmly as you furiously work his throbbing length exactly the way you know he likes. Your mouth focuses on his mushroomed head, lips sealed around the tip and tongue lapping against the sensitive frenulum.

Jungkook desperately tries to stave off his release to linger in the wet heat of your mouth. It’s been a while since he’s allowed himself to finish down your throat and he wants to savor it. “Ah, I’m so mad that you’re so good at this” he groans, earning a muted giggle from you. Stuffed full of cock, the vibration sends a thrill up his spine. 

You know Jungkook’s cumming before he can warn you. It starts with a subtle lifting of his balls as they prepare to empty into your eager mouth. Eyes squeezed shut and moaning wantonly, he chants your name over and over as he begins to orgasm. You continue your determined ministrations as his shaft pulses in your grasp.

“Hmmmph- ahh, fuck yes! Oh fuck, so good,” Jungkook whimpers as ribbons of cum burst across your tongue and hit the back of your throat. You quickly swallow his load as he erupts into your mouth. You continue stroking and sucking Jungkook through his high, helping him ride it out until he gently pushes you away when he feels the burn of overstimulation. 

“Good?” you smile up at him and let go of his wilting length to lick at a stray bit of cum from your thumb. You wipe off the remaining spit on your shirt.

“Amazing,” he replies, smiling dazedly down at you. 

You allow him to pull you from the ground up onto the bed with him, laughing when your knees pop loudly in the quiet of the room as you stand up. Giggling, you curl up against his side listening as his heart rate evens out to a steady rhythm. You can't be bothered to care that his skin is tacky with a light sheen of sweat.

You lay against Jungkook for a few minutes as he basks in the afterglow of a powerful orgasm. He pulls you tighter against him, tipping his head down to kiss you for a blow job-well-done. Tasting the residual flavor of his cum, he groans against your mouth, enjoying your combined essences.

Jungkook rolls you onto your back, continuing to kiss you with fervor. The sound of lips and tongues clashing fill the room as the two of you enjoy the simple intimacy of being together. Reaching down, Jungkook spreads your legs apart to make room for him to lay comfortably between your thighs. 

“W-what,” you’re breathless as his lips leave your mouth and travel down your jaw.

“Mmm,” he mumbles against your skin. “It’s your turn now.” He nibbles along your sensitive neck, goosebumps rising with his light touch. 

You run your fingertips up and down his back, scratching along the peaks and valleys of his spine. Leaning his weight into one arm, he uses the other to push up the hem of your shirt, ghosting a hand under to cup a breast. He palms greedily at the flesh as he continues to kiss you passionately. 

“I wanna see you,” says Jungkook. “Can I take this off?” he gestures at his cut-off tank you’re still wearing.

Criss crossing your arms and pulling up by its hem, you bare your chest to Jungkook’s eager eyes. His gaze drops down to admire the bouncing of your tits as you wiggle out of your top. Propping up on his elbows, he ducks his head to capture a nipple between his petal soft lips, coaxing it into a stiff peak with gentle suction and the lapping of his tongue. When your back arches in pleasure and you clutch his head to you, Jungkook takes the opportunity to slide his arms under you to hold you securely to his mouth as he worships at the altar of your breasts. 

“Baby, yes, you’re so good to me” you pant, feeling your arousal generously leak from your core.

Eyes closed and relishing in the sensation, you whimper, sending one hand to grip his long, dark locks and feeling the prickle of his freshly trimmed undercut. With a hand in his mane, you feel him unlatch from your tight bud to plant wet open mouthed kisses around your areola and across your chest. He stops over your heart, lips lingering to feel the rapid thumping rattle your sternum.

Generous with his attention, he moves to nip and suck around your neglected breast. He slurps your nipple into his eager mouth, tongue swirling to tease it to a hard peak. Jungkook's diligent stimulation of your breasts sends sparks of pleasure down to your cunt as he continues to lap at your pebbled beds.

“More, please,” you whine, bucking your hips upwards, hoping to encourage him to touch you where you need it most. 

Hearing you beg so prettily for him slowly coaxes life back into his spent cock. He feels himself begin to swell again against your thigh. Pleasuring you has always been incredibly arousing for him, and he knows with a several more minutes of rest, he’ll be ready to fuck you senseless.

Pulling an arm out from under your torso, Jungkook leans his weight onto one elbow and sends his free hand down between your legs to the treasure between your thighs. His lips pursed around your nipple continues to suckle and tease you into a frenzy. 

The room fills with sounds of your mewling and his blunted goans as he plays the familiar song of your body. His hands brush against the soft black lace as he spreads your legs, positioning you to his liking. 

“So wet,” Jungkook acknowledges with a quirk of his lips, fingers swiping along your slit to feel for your arousal. Bringing those fingers towards his mouth, he sucks your essence from his fingertips, savoring your taste. Jungkook switches nipples again and his fingers, now slickened with his saliva, return to the warmth of your pussy. 

You gasp when you feel him caress at your opening before sinking a lone finger into your tight, wet heat. Jungkook can’t help but grunt as he feels your walls clench around him, excited to feel it around his growing erection. 

“It’s all for you baby,” you praise him, carding your fingers through his fringe and pushing his hair back to get a better view of him suckling at your breast. Your breath hitches when you feel him add a second finger, stretching you open with his long, tattooed digits and curling them against your g-spot.

“Mmm yes- ahh. Fuck me with them,” you plead. Lacking the power to drive you towards an orgasm, he teases you with sensual strokes until your cunt drips down your ass and his fingers come out sparkling with your arousal. Completely at his mercy, you feel Jungkook slow down further. Brat. 

You’re writhing beneath him as he continues his personal brand of slow, pleasurable torture. His lips release your tender nipple and return to your open mouth attempting to swallow your moans. 

“Fuck me harder, please, I need it harder.” you beg, hoping to convince him to finger you to completion. Despite your request, Jungkook stops thrusting completely, opting to curl his fingers and rubbing softly against your g-spot while grinding the heel of his palm just off center from your pulsing clit. Your eyes are closed, but you can feel his gaze on your visage committing your whining and fucked out expression to memory. You’re being uncharacteristically pliant for him tonight- a change that he is very much enjoying. He files it under ‘spank bank material’ for when Beyond ultimately goes back on tour. 

“Please, baby, make me cum. I’m so close.” you try one last time. You’re panting and desperate for release. 

“You’re not cumming tonight unless it’s on my cock,” he grits out. His fingers stay hooked inside you, caressing at your sensitive front wall. Jungkook’s mouth returns to suckling at your pebbled bud and he slowly fucks you open with his fingers. Your cunt quivers and leaks with your arousal, but without the thrusting or clitoral stimulation, you won’t be cumming anytime soon.

“But how-” you glance down, not expecting his nearly fully erect cock. Pleasuring you had sparked his arousal again, the sounds of your approval and sight of your wet pussy glistening with desire has encouraged him back towards full mast. Licking your lips at his growing girth, you push his hand from your core to collect some of your personal lubricant. You wrap your slicked up fingers around his length jacking him to his full potential. 

“Uunffff- ok, ok. Hold on,” he says, reaching out into your bedside table for lube. You hear Jungkook uncap the small bottle and are eager to feel him deep inside you. Quickly flipping onto your front, you prop yourself on your elbows and knees, presenting your husband with your sloppy, swollen cunt- a soundless request imploring him to fuck you from behind.

“I want to feel you deep,” you reason and unable to resist you, Jungkook agrees. Eyes glued to the way your crotchless panties have dampened with your cream, he spreads a generous glob of lube up and down his cock. He wipes the remainder against your labia and rubs some onto your clit making you mewl out for him. He wipes off the residue on your sheets. You’ll have to wash that later.

Taking a moment to admire his view, his hands caress over your hips and ass. “Are you ready?” Jungkook asks, always so considerate of your needs. 

You nod and delirious with lust, you reach between your legs for him, sliding his bulbous tip up and down your slit before pushing your hips back to take him into your awaiting passage. Jungkook descends down creating a canopy with his body, sheltering you with the physical representation of his love. Jungkook’s hands find yours, lacing his calloused palms to the backs of your hands, fingers interlocking. With light pressure, he encourages you to lay your front down onto the bed. He nudges your knees further apart, propping you ass high in the air. 

Positioned to his liking, he takes his first stroke into your eager cunt. Despite his diligent fingering, the fit is still tight, and you feel the initial pinch as he breaches you. You both release matching moans upon your coupling, and you already know you won’t last long after enduring Jungkook's extensive foreplay. He sets a slow pace plunging deep into your velvet heat. 

“Harder, Kook, I’m already so close.” you puff into the sheets, turning your head as far as possible to watch your lover as he takes you from behind. “Please,” you rasp.

No longer denying your release, Jungkook thrusts faster, snapping his hips powerfully with the intent of getting you off. His cock hammers into you and you’re helpless underneath him to do anything but take it. He can already feel you tightening around him deliciously and lets go of one hand to reach down between your legs. With two fingers, Jungkook rubs tight circles around your clit while he continues to drill into your cunt which is just what you need to finally cum.

“Oh, fuck! Ah- ah-ah, Jungkook!” you chant. Your hands furiously grip the sheets trying to hold onto something to ground you as your high threatens to pull you under. Legs quaking and pussy fluttering around him, your walls contract rhythmically around his turgid length as he continues to rigorously fuck you through your orgasm. 

Jungkook whines at the sensations gripping his cock, but pulls out of your spent heat to spare you from the sting of overstimulation. Any other night, he may have considered fucking you into a second orgasm, but tonight feels different. Tonight, he wants to make ardent love to you.

Without Jungkook’s strong frame to hold you up, you crumble limp against the bed. Your ears ring with the aftermath of a good round of fucking. It takes a second to register that he is speaking.

“Can you take more?” he asks. Confused, you look down and see that he’s still painfully hard. Oh. His erection is glossy with your juices, shining as it bobs between his well-muscled thighs. 

“Fuck- yes,” you quickly consent to him. 

Jungkook swiftly rolls you onto your back again and sits up on his knees between your spread thighs. “I love you in these, but I want to see all of you,” he rasps, tugging at your ruined panties and pulling them off while his eyes stay glued on your saturated folds. Climbing back up your body, he spreads your legs wider and leans forward bringing his cock to your core. You look down to watch him steadily thrust his length against your slit, bumping against your clit on the upstrokes. 

Wanting to draw out his teasing, he grips his slickened base and slaps his dick against your slippery folds. Each wet smack sends waves of electric pleasure through your system as Jungkook works you back up. “Just fuck me, baby. I’m ready.” you insist. Your gaze trails up, meeting his heated stare. 

“I want you to keep your eyes on me when I make love to you,” he says, voice dropping an octave. When you nod in understanding, he catches his tip against your entrance and pushes back into your ripe, warm cunt. Your legs immediately wrap around his trim waist pulling him closer and encouraging him to brace the weight of his upper body on his hands. Your ankles interlock against the base of his spine to bring him deeper.

Jungkook starts with long, slow strokes, pulling nearly all the way out of you before feeding his cock back into your sopping pussy. Going slow enough for you to feel every ridge of his throbbing length, he impales you over and over.

Your back arches in pleasure and you have to fight to keep your eyes open for him. Wanting him closer, you greedily reach your hands up to pull him down closer to you, forcing him to drop to his elbows as he continues to give it to you slow and deep. 

Jungkook braces on his forearms and cradles your head. He tilts your chin up to align with his intense gaze as he continues to plow into you. Brow furrowed and eyes locked, your husband watches your dazed and needy expressions while his body and mind make love to yours. 

He’s always so good to you. Devoted and adoring. You’re suddenly struck with the reminder that this beautiful man is yours. Always has been. Always will be. And tonight is a good time to remind Jungkook how deeply you love him. A fear of commitment used to hold you back, but he peeled back your layers and showed you that love didn’t have to hurt. You haven’t been afraid since. Jungkook has the whole of your heart. 

“How did I get so lucky?” you say, reaching up to caress his jaw as he continues to thrust into your depths. “I’m sorry I lost sight of us,” you stutter trying to sound coherent as your husband diligently sinks his thickness into you again and again. “I never meant for you to feel-”

“- I know. And I’m sorry I didn’t communicate better, I just- I’m working on it,” Jungkook cuts you off. He knows this is a two way street. 

“We don’t have to try anymore if you aren’t ready. Pull out and I’ll suck you off again” you offer. If Jungkook isn’t 100% in, you aren’t either. 

“No, I want it. I’m ready for our love to create something beautiful and for everything that comes after that.”

You moan, eyes closing briefly, as Jungkook begins to pick up the pace. The increase in friction against your walls is quickly bringing you towards the edge again. An unexpectedly fierce pump of his hips has you gasping in delight.

“I said-,” Jungkook grunts with another sharp thrust, “-eyes on me, baby.” You pry your eyes open, surprised by his display of dominance and try not to squeal.

Jungkook reaches one hand down to tilt your pelvis back further and you lock your legs up higher on his frame allowing him to shove a pillow under your ass. The new position brings your clit directly under his pubic bone. When he slams back down to stuff you full, he grinds deliciously against you, making you nearly scream out in ecstasy.

“I love you,” you whisper in earnest. “I love you so much,” you moan as Jungkook begins to pound you into the sheets. You’re both quickly unraveling, approaching another high, bodies tingling with impending release. When your thighs begin shaking around him for the second time tonight, he picks up the pace filling the room with a symphony of your euphoria. 

Breaking your eye contact briefly, Jungkook looks down at the juncture of your connection and is enthralled by the visual- his cock coming out foamy with your cream and slamming back into your weeping pussy. Groaning, he suddenly feels the sharp sting of your nails raking down his back as you’re overcome with pleasure. 

“Come on, babe. Cum on my fucking cock,” Jungkook grunts, urging you towards completion. With your hips canted deliciously, he continues to ram directly against your g-spot. 

“Oh fuck, it’s so good. I’m so close,” you babble, feeling Jungkook push deeper against you to stimulate your pulsing clit. Hands clutching your husband and thighs trembling, your eyes slip closed as you finally succumb to his endeavors. You cum with a silent scream, head tilted back and throat exposed as your walls spasm uncontrollably. The wild contracting of your pussy squeezing his cock triggers Jungkook’s own release. His length throbs desperately within your walls as you coax him towards his end. 

“Ahh, I- I’m holy shit- I’m cumming, too” Jungkook whines as he climaxes with breathy whimpers, exploding as he fills you with streams of his ejaculate. He thrusts as deep as he can get while his length continues to spurt inside you, shallowly rutting to ride out his high. 

Panting, he collapses his weight into your waiting arms. “Oof,” you grunt as you feel your husband’s sweaty and spent body pin you against the bed. You let him rest against you for a while, content to feel the warm fullness of his cock and spunk nestled deep inside you.

“Can I stay inside?” he asks shyly. “I just wanna hold you.” You smile and Jungkook holds you close and carefully rolls under you so you can comfortably lay against him. With his arms wound around your waist and your thighs spread wide with his dick sheathed inside you, he ensures maximal skin contact.

Seeing his blissed out face, you giggle as the two of you revel in your post-coital afterglow. His spent length slowly softens letting some of his cum leak from your used hole onto him and the sheets below. You’re definitely going to have to wash these. 

Your fingers find their way into his hair, scratching along his scalp and pushing back his long locks to expose the sexy undercut hiding beneath. Jungkook’s eyes are still closed, but he still leans his face forward knowing you’ll meet his lips with your own. The two of you make out for a little longer, savoring the intimacy shared in your little bubble. 

Jungkook clings to you, preening at your gentle caress and basking in his favorite form of aftercare. Your cunt is runny with lube and your combined releases, but you’re too content to lay with Jungkook in your arms to clean up just yet. You lie wrapped around each other for a few more minutes, mindlessly kissing at his face and neck, whispering praises for his performance.

It’s quiet for a long moment, and assuming he must have fallen asleep as he tends to do after a vigorous round of love making, you attempt to unwind your limbs from his. Grumbling, he tightens his hold around you, preventing you from getting far. 

“Jungkook,” you warn with a laugh, “I have to get cleaned up.”

“Mmm not yet, hold me a little longer” he requests as he burrows deeper in your embrace.

Sighing, you relent, slowly dozing off with your husband in your arms. 

_______________________________________________

When you wake, you find that you've shifted in your slumber. Jungkook's chest is plastered to your back and he has an arm slung over your waist with a hand curled around one of your tits. The mess between your legs has dried making you cringe when you move to get up. Leaving Jungkook who is slowly stirring, you go to the bathroom to shower. 

You step under the spray and let the warm water relax you while you clean off the sweat and unholy mix of bodily fluids from between your thighs. You hum along to the new Beyond the Scene single and sing some of the chorus that you can remember. You exit the shower, wrapping a towel securely around you and return to rouse your sleeping husband.

You find that Jungkook is already awake and sitting against the headboard. “You know, I hope our kid doesn’t inherit your singing voice,” Jungkook cackles, cutting through the silence. 

"Why you-," you gasp, tackling him down into the sheets and laughing along with him. You pin him down and pinch at his nipple in retaliation. It’s not long before he’s pulling the towel from your body and rolling you under him to latch his mouth to your cunt. Before the night is over, he delivers another two orgasms and a fresh load. After all, practice makes perfect.

#Jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #bts fic #jjk x reader #drummer jungkook au #husband au

[babbushka]

For sinday can I request some sexy shoulder holster porn with Flip please? Preferably he has you pinned up against a wall and you’re having to hold on for dear life! There has to be a way to make that more Valentineish, but I’m sure your ideas would be better than mine! Thank you :D

Anonymous said: For sinday I’d like to request some sexy possessive action with Flip or one of the Kylos wanting to knock you up please (like actually trying as part of a plan or just the sexy talk would be fun but not breeding kink) for Valentine’s Day and just keep you full of come and inside their arms. Thank you for taking requests!

~2k, NSFW (holster fun, trying for a baby/trying for pregnancy, wall sex, PIV, implied masturbation & edging, cockwarming, comedump)

For once in his life, Flip is in a good mood. It’s Valentine’s Day and boy oh fuckin’ boy is he in love with you. Has he somehow fucked up every single Valentine’s Day for the past seven years that you’ve been married? Yes. But that only made him that much more determined to go all out for you this time. He figured 8th time’s the charm, as he whistles a jovial tune, taking the front porch steps two at a time, big bouquet of red roses tucked safely against his chest.

“Ketsl, baby I’m home – ” He’s got a smile in his voice as he turns the lock and pushes open the door.

But when you throw yourself into his arms and have a look of wide-eyed panic on your pretty face, his mood immediately sours, fearing for the worst.

“Flip!” You gasp, tears in your eyes, sending his panic skyrocketing, dropping the bouquet of roses right onto the floor as he kicks the door closed.

“Is everything okay? Are you alright?” Flip steadies you with his strong palms, searches your eyes.

“You need to fuck me, now.” You insist, tears of an altogether different kind clinging to your lashes, and all at once his adrenaline turns to something far more jittery jumpy wonderful.

You’d been trying for a little while now, to have another baby. You had brought it up back around New Year’s, and only now did things feel like it was really the right time. Getting the timing right was tricky though, and even though Flip fucked you just about every day anyway, now it felt more important.

“Oh! Are you – is it?” Flip struggles to get everything put away, assuming that this must be peak ovulation time for you, and not wanting to waste anymore of the day than he already had just by being at work.

As he shucks off his sherpa coat and throws it in the mudcloset, working as fast as he can to not trip over his cowboy boots as he steps out of them, he finally takes stock of what you’re wearing.

“According to the calendar, yeah, this is the best chance, please Flip? Please fuck me?” Your robe is barely hanging on around your shoulders, the sash tied loosely.

“I’m workin’ on it, I’m workin’ on it honey-bunny – aw fuck it, c’mere.” Your tits are practically out, chest heaving, and he can see the sheen of sweat that tells of you fingering yourself for who the fuck knows how long, and that thought on top of everything else makes Flip’s impatience rev up tenfold, and he forgoes stripping down, instead yanking his jeans down far enough to pull his cock out.

He scoops you up in his arms and shoves you against the wall right there in the foyer, your ass resting on the credenza, sending whatever was on it clattering to the floor without a care. Your robe falls away, and your legs wrap around his waist, your glistening pussy warm and inviting.

Flip thrusts himself into you in one thick long hard push, his cock sinking deep deep deep into your cunt, proving his suspicions correct. You’re relaxed enough to take him without any prep from himself, your pussy dripping wet all on your own, your sticky fingers clutching harshly at the leather straps for purchase.

“Have I ever told you – oh, fuck right there – how much I love this holster?” You gasp as he immediately starts a brutal pace that has you knocking against the wall, the credenza shaking underneath you. Your voice wobbles and you gasp, “How they wrap around your strong shoulders so well?”

“Just for you to hold onto baby,” Flip kisses you all over, all across your face and your neck, something primal and feral bubbling up inside his chest, “All for you, grab on tight.”

He wants this, fuck he’s never wanted anything more in his whole life, than to bury his cock into your sweet pussy. Your tongue laves over the pulse in his throat, as you let yourself be fucked rough and fast, trying to get him to come as fast as possible. Sucking on his neck and clenching around his cock, you moan moan moan, wound up and desperate.

“I – I – I’ve been waiting for you to come home, kept myself stretched and ready for you, fuck, you took so long Phil!” You whine, and Flip thrusts faster, jostling you and the credenza, the antique creaking under you.

Flip winces, not wanting to break the damn thing, so he pauses just long enough to lift you off the wall and carry you to the conversation pit in the living room, where it’s plush and carpeted, before dropping you back down and climbing on top of you. You grin, and Flip can’t get that possessive bubble to stop rising, he’s so fucking in love with you, with the family you’re building together.

“Sorry ketsl I wanted to surprise you with – fuck do that again – with some flowers.” He halfway remembers the roses that are on the floor by the front door, as he groans and thrusts steadily, drooling into your mouth through clenched teeth as he grunts, “Shit this pussy’s begging to be filled with my come, huh? Squeezing my cock so tight, I’ll give it to you, I’ll give you what you want, ketsl.”

“Yes! Oh yes right there, knock me up Flip, pleasepleaseplease!” You beg, tugging on the holsters, the heels of your feet digging into his thighs, wanting him close.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Flip thinks you must’ve been edging yourself this whole time, waiting for him, and he decides he’s going to make it worth all that effort.

“Are you close?” Flip demands, his detective voice coming through, and through a hiccupped moan you laugh, because even getting fucked out of your mind, you still can’t pass up an opportunity to tease him.

“MMmmyeahh,” Your mouth is dropped open, back arching up off the floor as you moan, “Yes, yeah I’m – oh! I’m close, but don’t stop, whatever you do don’t stop -- !” Flip drops a hand to your clit and your body shakes rattles rolls convulses under him as your face pinches up and you come, a ragged gasp sucking down air from the force of it.

Flip grunts out his first orgasm of the evening, driven by the sheer overwhelming lust and love for you, the way your body wraps around his in the most complete way. He’s sweating something fierce, still in his jeans, flannel, and of course the harness that your nails have left permanent crescents into – but that’s not important.

He can get naked in a minute, first, he needs to make sure you’re taken care of.

“Knees up,” He blinks through his pleasure, reaches blindly around for a throw pillow off the couch to push under your hips. “I don’t want any of this leakin’ out. You hear me? Gotta keep this safe inside your perfect cunt, okay?”

“Uhhhuh.” You beam up at him, head lolling to the side as you shiver and tremble from your orgasm, eyes glassy.

Flip cups your cheeks in his big sweaty palms and kisses you sweetly. You’ve got a case of the giggles, something that’s almost infectious, almost, because he’s still not over the sight of you naked and marked up and all his.

“Fuck I’m – ugh I’m going to come again, just a little more, you can take a little more.” Flip licks his lips, pries your knees apart just long enough to slide his cock back into your pulsing cunt.

“I want it, I want all of it.” You nod, reaching for him, holding him close as Flip thrusts much slower, lazily, pumping another hot load of come into you, willing it to take hold.

“I’m always gonna give you what you want baby,” He bites and licks at your lips, at the edge of your teeth, the corner of your mouth until you’re laughing and swatting at his shoulders, “Always.”

Flip rolls the both of you onto your sides, one of your legs slung over his hip, his cock still nestled inside your cunt. He could live here, and maybe he will, maybe just maybe he will.

“Do you think it worked?” You smile softly, your pleasure weak hands pushing the holster off his shoulders, slowly working to undo the many buttons on his flannel.

“I hope so.” Flip leans in to press a gentle kiss to the side of your nose, bumping his forehead against yours. “I really hope so.”

You shift around a little bit, making him groan as you squeeze his cock with your pussy in the process. Trying to get him naked while not letting him pull out was something you’ve sort of mastered over the years, and he lets out a big relieved sigh when you tug the undershirt over his head, the air hitting his skin.

“Did you have a nice day at work?” You ask sweetly, one of your hands rubbing at his bicep.

“Yeah, was real quiet, I missed you mostly.” Flip admits, before ducking his head down for another kiss, because really he could never get enough of kissing you.

Tongues sliding slowly against one another, there’s nothing but the sound of your breathing. Flip groans a little in the back of his throat, thinking about the reservations he had worked pretty damn hard to get for tonight. But none of that matters, when you crane your neck up to look over at the front door, before looking back at him and chuckling.

“Thank you for the flowers honey, they’re beautiful.” You smile sheepishly, “I didn’t mean to jump you like that, sorry.”

“Don’t you dare be sorry. I had plans for you for tonight, you know. I was gonna take you out to someplace real fancy, but now all I want to do is keep you right here and fuck you until you can’t walk.” Flip pulls out a cigarette from his back pocket, thrusts into you a little deeper from the effort, and another little moan falls from your lips.

“Yeah?” You waggle an eyebrow at him, clenching around his cock in return.

He strikes up a match and you cup around the cigarette end so the flame doesn’t jump around. Flip sucks down a steadying breath, tucks your head under his chin.

“Yeah, get you up to our big soft bed and knock you up.” He smirks.

“Oh shit.” You gasp then, and Flip pinches at your nose questioningly, playfully.

“What, pretty girl?”

“I just realized that if it works, they’ll be a scorpio.” You look up at him in horror for a moment.

And even though the two of you are exhausted, you have enough frame of mind to burst into laughter, happy tears of hope pricking the corners of your eyes.

Oh well, Flip thinks not regretting it in the least, there’s always next year for the perfect date night.

#flip zimmerman #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman/reader #flip zimmerman x you #flip zimmerman/you #flip zimmerman smut #flip zimmerman fluff #blackkklansman #adam driver fanfic #adcu

[yeah-all-of-it]

I’ve had this headcanon for awhile now about Ian and Mickey starting a family and since I’m becoming more comfortable with writing, I thought I’d turn it into a fic. Enjoy!

A Life Changing Gift

“Debs, are you sure you understand what you’re offering right now?,” Ian questions, feeling a bit skeptical.

It is Debbie after all. Sometimes she’s perfectly pleasant and reasonable, other times she can be a raging bitch. But, she is his sister and he can’t imagine her offering something this monumental only to renege after they’ve gotten their hopes up. And she’s definitely mellowed out since they didn’t end up selling the house and she didn’t have to find a new place to live.

Ian and Debbie are sitting at the kitchen table in the Gallagher house. She had called him over to look at a cut Franny had gotten playing in the backyard. Wasn’t sure if it needed stitches and thought Ian could use his past medical training to check it out. In reality, it was barely a scratch. Ian should have known at that point Debbie was up to something, especially when she invited him to stay for coffee.

“Ian, I’ve been thinking a long time about this. Came up with the idea months ago but wanted to be completely sure before I said anything,” Debbie explains.

“Yeah, but, Debbie. This is fuckin’ huge. Think about how hard it’ll be on you-“

“I’ve already thought about all that shit, Ian. I’ve been through it before, you know. It’s really not that bad,” Debbie assures him.

Debbie seems sincere. Like she’s really considered every angle, every downside, upside, and in-between. He’s trying to keep his excitement reined in because he still has to convince Mickey that this is a good idea, which could be easier said than done.

“Listen,” Debbie says. “You don’t have to say anything now. Go home, talk it over with Mickey. You can even bring him over here and we can all talk about it if you want. No pressure.”

They both stand from the table and Ian goes to give her a hug.

“Wait, what the fuck are you doing?” Debbie jokes. “Thought you hated me and that we don’t do hugs anymore.” She laughs, and Ian knows she’s remembering how tense things were a year ago when she thought she’d be homeless and alone and she lashed out at all her siblings.

“Would you just fuckin’ come here?” Ian smiles warmly and holds his arms out.

She steps into his embrace and he just holds his little sister. Sometimes he still likes to imagine her as that sweet little girl that was always helping people. Always loving people, sometimes so much she would get hurt. It would kill him to see the tears in her eyes.

Sometimes, he sees glimpses of that caring little girl in the jaded woman she’s become. Like when she pretended to be the bride at his wedding; staying in the kitchen, missing the whole ceremony, just so he and Mickey could get married without any problems from the homophobes at the venue. And now, when she’s offering this selfless and life changing gift to them.

Ian whispers into her hair, hair that’s the same vibrant shade of red as his own, “I don’t even know what to say, Debs. Just… thank you.”

Debbie gives him one more big squeeze before pulling away. “You’re welcome. Now, go home and convince your husband to let me have his baby.”

———

“No fuckin’ way, NO fuckin’ way!” Mickey exclaims. “No way am I bangin’ your little sister.”

Mickey hops up on the counter, takes a long chug of the Old Style in his hand.

“Mick,” Ian sighs, leaning up against the opposite counter. “That’s not how it works. You would basically jerk off in a cup and she’d use a turkey baster, in the privacy of her own room,” he emphasizes,” to… place the sperm where they need to go.”

“Don’t you need like, a doctor or some shit to do that?” Mickey asks incredulously.

“Well, you can use a doctor but it’s expensive. This way is free,” Ian clarifies.

Mickey is clearly churning the idea around in his brain. Finally speaks.

“I thought we were just gonna like, find a fuckin’ kid that didn’t have parents or somethin’.”

“We can do that too, one day. Ya know, if we like the first one enough to do it again,” Ian says lightheartedly, slight grin, trying to calm Mickey.

Ian steps toward Mickey, placing his hips between Mickey’s knees, resting his hands on his thighs, rubbing softly.

Ian continues. “Think about it though, Mick. This baby would be us, you and me. It’s the closest we can get since we don’t exactly have the right stuff to do it on our own. He or she would have your DNA and, through Debbie, a little of mine too.”

Mickey beams at this, wraps his arms around his husband’s shoulders. “It would be kinda fun to have a little version of us runnin’ around,” Mickey admits. “You know a kid that’s part Milkovich and part Gallagher is bound to be a little shit though, right?” Mickey jokes, smiling at the thought.

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” Ian quips, leaning in and planting a sweet kiss on his smiling husband’s lips.

Ian pulls back from the kiss and asks seriously, “So. Do you wanna do this?”

“Yeah. Yeah I do. What about you?” Mickey questions.

“Fuck yeah, I do. Let’s call Debs right now.”

———

“I’ve done a lot of research about this. You guys know it might not work on the first try right? Don’t want you to be frustrated or disappointed if it doesn’t work this month. Doesn’t mean it won’t ever work, but it can take a little time,” Debbie explains.

They are sitting in the Gallagher living room the day they are making their first attempt at insemination.

“Yeah, we know, Debs. Don’t worry,” Ian replies. “We’re not in a hurry.”

“Okay, good. Keeping your expectations reasonable is good,” she says. “I’ve also been tracking my basal body temperature and took an ovulation test, so today is my most fertile da-“

Mickey interrupts, “Thanks, Dr. Gallagher, but we don’t need all the gory details. Now where do I jerk off? Hey Ian, you gonna gimme a hand, man?” Mickey clicks his tongue and bounces his eyebrows playfully.

“Ugh, no gory details, right? Let’s just keep all the personal shit to ourselves okay?” Debbie requests.

“Yeah, this is already awkward enough. Don’t need to make it weirder,” Ian agrees and eyes Mickey scoldingly.

Ian and Mickey are forced to go into the bathroom because Lip and Tami live there now and their old bedroom is now Fred and the baby’s room. They’re not home but it would be uncomfortable seeing Fred’s little toddler bed, his stuffed animal collection staring at them while Mickey gets off. So, bathroom it is.

“Listen, Mickey,” Ian explains. “I’ll help, but we are keeping this clinical. Short and sweet. We can fuck at home later for fun; this needs to be done with a purpose, a goal. Debbie’s waiting.”

“Ugh, Jesus, man, why you gotta bring up Debbie? Doesn’t exactly make this process easier to think of her waiting in her room to squir-“

“Okaaayy, focus Mick,” Ian interrupts before that sentence goes any further.

Ian yanks down Mickey’s pants and gets to work. He knows exactly how Mickey likes it to make him come quickly. It works and Mickey finishes into the bulb of the turkey baster in record time.

Ian wipes off the edges and walks it to Debbie’s room, knocking on the door. She opens it just enough to stick her arm out and Ian places the bulb in her hand. Ian hears her say, “Uh, you guys can go home. I’ll text you later,” and shuts the door.

On their way back to the Westside, Ian’s phone dings. He picks it up and reads the text from Debbie out loud. “Transfer is complete.”

“What now?” Mickey asks.

“We wait,” Ian answers.

———

“It should have worked by now, right?” Mickey asks, an edge of concern in his voice. “I mean, it’s been almost 4 months. What if like, my fuckin’ swimmers don’t work or somethin’?”

Ian tries to calm Mickey down, rubbing his arm that’s slung across Ian’s belly. It’s midnight and they really should be asleep but Mickey’s spiraling over the whole surrogacy thing.

“Mick, this is normal. We knew it could take awhile. There’s no need to freak out yet,” Ian assures. “What’s all this about, anyway? All the worry.”

“Just… I know it took a long time for me to even wanna have kids. Then you had to convince me to do this shit, to be okay with Debbie carrying my baby. Fuck, that still sounds creepy as hell. But anyway, I know I wasn’t on board with everything at first, but now? Ian, I’m so fuckin’ excited to have a baby with you. To be a dad with you. It’s just hard to wait, that’s all. And then I think… what if it doesn’t happen? What if this whole plan just fuckin’ fails? Then what?”

“Then, we come up with another plan,” Ian assures. “I wanna raise kids with you too, Mickey, so fuckin’ much. I wanna give them the childhood we never got to have. I wanna take them to the beach with you, I want us to play blocks on the living room floor, and read bedtime stories together. All that shit. It’ll happen, Mickey. One way or another, we’ll make it happen.”

Ian snuggles Mickey closer, kisses him on the top of the head, and they fall asleep in each other’s arms.

They are woken up by Ian’s obnoxious ringtone at 6:00 am, well before they have to be up for work.

“Who the fuck is calling this goddamn early? Better be fuckin’ important,” Mickey grumbles while rubbing his eyes.

It’s Debbie.

“Hey, Debs!” Ian says with fake cheerfulness, still half asleep. “What’s up?”

“There’s two lines!” she screams on the other end of the phone.

“Okay?” Ian replies.

“There’s TWO lines!” she repeats, emphasizing the word two.

“I don’t know what the fuck that means, Debs. Two lines where?” Ian questions.

“On the pregnancy test, dipshit! It’s positive! I’m pregnant!” she yells.

Ian bolts upright in bed. Mickey grumbles “what the fuck” under his breath, eyes still half closed.

“Holy fuck! It’s positive?” Ian exclaims. “It worked?

Mickey’s up now too. “What the fuck did you just say?”

“Debs! Thank you! I love you! I’ll call you back later!” Ian says, unable to hold in his excitement.

He hangs up the phone. Turns and looks at Mickey. “It worked. She’s pregnant,” Ian practically whispers, unable to believe it. Ian sees tears well up in Mickey’s eyes and, for only the second time Ian has ever witnessed, they spill out onto his cheeks.

———

“Damn, you look like a beached whale, Debbie,” Mickey observes.

Debbie gives him a dirty look but chooses to keep her mouth shut.

She’s a week past her due date so they are at the clinic today to make sure everything is good. Debbie is up on the table and Ian and Mickey are sitting in the two available chairs when the doctor comes in.

“Hi, Debbie! Hi, Dads!” she says cheerfully. “So we are going to measure your belly and do a quick ultrasound just to make sure your amniotic fluid looks good.” Mickey grimaces at the term “amniotic fluid”. “I’ll have her back in a jiffy, guys!” the doctor says as she whisks Debbie out of the room.

They spent the last 6 months getting everything they needed for their new baby. Tami even threw them a shower where they got clothes, bottles, a swing, a carseat, and about a billion diapers. They decorated the nursery in light gray bedding with tiny white stars. Gender neutral because they want to be surprised. They have everything ready, all they need is the baby who is taking its sweet time.

Around 20 minutes has passed when the doctor pokes her head in the door.

“Sooo, I have some news. Debbie’s water broke while we were doing her ultrasound and her contractions started coming really fast. From what I’ve been told, her first delivery was pretty quick so we’re transporting her to the hospital just down the road, just to be safe. You are welcome to head over there now. I will be delivering so I’ll see you guys there!” and her head pops out as quickly as it appeared.

Ian and Mickey just look at each other, stunned. Finally Mickey regains his senses and breaks the silence. “Well, let’s fuckin’ go!”

They finally make it to the OB floor after a couple wrong turns inside the hospital. A nurse points them to Debbie’s room and they walk in when she’s in the middle of a pretty intense contraction. Once it subsides, she greets them and informs the epidural is on its way.

Once it’s been administered and Debbie is blissfully pain free, she asks, “Do you guys want to be in the delivery room?”

They both look at each other. “I hadn’t really thought about it,” Ian replies.

“Fuck, no,” Mickey says. “I don’t wanna see that shit.”

“Mick, you don’t have to watch. We can stand up by her head. Hold her hand. Be supportive since she’s bringing our baby into this world.” Ian turns to Debbie. “Are you sure you don’t mind? We understand if you want to keep things private.”

“Ian. I gave birth to Franny on our kitchen table in front of… like, everyone. Kev saw my vagina. V saw my vagina. Fuckin’ Sean saw my vagina. Trust me, I don’t care if you two are in the room.”

Ian looks at Mickey. “Fuck… fine. We can be in there,” Mickey relents.

A nurse comes in to check Debbie and informs her she’s 100% effaced and 10cm dilated. It’s go time. Things move at a quick pace after that. More nurses come in, turning on extra lights, bringing in supplies, wheeling in the heated bassinet.

Ian and Mickey stand side by side to Debbie’s left, Ian holding her hand, while she pushes. It’s fast. She only pushes for ten minutes before they hear cries and the doctor’s holding the baby in her hands, declaring, “it’s a girl!”

The next thing they know, a nurse is throwing a clean blanket over Mickey’s chest, and another nurse walks over and places the baby, his daughter, in his arms, blood, vernix, and all. Ian expects him to be grossed out but Mickey just stares in awe at this beautiful baby. This baby that looks like him in the face, but has a head of red hair.

Ian steps up to Mickey and wraps an arm around his shoulders, placing his other under Mickey’s arms that are holding their daughter. There is not a dry eye in the room. Ian and Mickey are crying, Debbie is crying, even the doctor and nurses are crying.

The next hour or so is spent getting the baby, and Debbie, cleaned up and dressed. They take the baby and run the normal tests and give her a vitamin k shot.

Once Debbie is in a room, the nurse brings the baby in to her dads. Ian sits in the rocking chair snuggling her while she sleeps and Mickey is right next to them.

Debbie just gazes at this new little family from her spot in bed. “So,” she finally says. “What are you naming her?”

Ian and Mickey just smile at each other before Ian responds, “Debbie, meet Margaret Laura Gallagher-Milkovich. Maggie for short.”

Debbie’s eyes tear up. “You guys gave her my middle name?”

Mickey surprisingly fields this question. “We wanted her to be named after the person that’s responsible for her bein’ here. For helping’ create her for us. I know I give you a lotta shit, but I love ya, and I appreciate the fuck outta you, Debbie.”

“Aww, Mickey, I love yo-“ she begins before being interrupted.

“Don’t get fuckin’ used to it. I’m emotional today,” he snaps with feigned grumpiness. Then smiles at her.

They let Debbie snuggle her for a bit before being released by the pediatrician to take her home. Thankfully they had already installed the infant seat in their car so they were prepared.

They walk through the door of their apartment 30 minutes later. Ian sets the carrier down and picks the baby up out of it, snuggling her tiny body to his chest before passing her off to Mickey.

“I’m not sure what you were so worried about, you’re a natural, Mickey,” Ian says as he gazes at his handsome husband tenderly cradling their beautiful baby girl.

They walk over to the sofa and sit down, thinking about the whirlwind of a day. Not knowing when they got up this morning to take Debbie to the clinic that by evening, they’d be holding their daughter in their arms.

Ian wraps Mickey’s shoulders with his arm, places his hand on their swaddled baby and says, “Welcome home, Maggie Gallagher-Milkovich. Your dads love you so much.”

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