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aeyumicore · 11 months ago

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misty invasion - no restraint

━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: xavier x female reader (afab)

━ ✧.˖ GENRE: smut, porn with some/little plot

━ .ᐟ✧ WORD COUNT: 5k words (jesus i even cut 1k out)

━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, spoilers AND alterations to ‘no restraint’ (xavier’s misty invasion card), switch!xavier, slightly dark!xavier, super possessive!xav, so much pussy eating, nose stroking clit, cumming on pussy then using as lube, mating press, sensory play but not actually, thigh biting, ankle kissing, foot massage, slight finger sucking, slight dub-con somno at the end, use of y/n

━ .ᐟ✧ LINKS: video | ao3 | sylus's version | raf's version | zayne's version

━ ✧.˖ A/N: sorry this is late! I’ve been dealing with some harassment but won’t get into that here. You guys have been waiting so patiently for this one and i’m so excited to finally share it with you guys. I love writing and it’s incredible to have people to share my passion with, so please enjoy xavier fuckers!

part three is our dear xavier! idk how this one got so long i cut 1k words and its still 5k LOL somehow longer than sylus’s? i haven’t written for xavier in sooo long so this was both challenging but fun! I miss him <3 I wrote xavier as more dark!xav than the soft xavier, but there’s definitely a good mix of both

THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL NEVER POST MY FICS ON OTHER TUMBLR BLOGS. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND ON AO3.

✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖ nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖

As a Hunter, you’ve had to thoroughly train your senses to be as adept and and accurate as possible, to keep yourself, your fellow Hunters, and the citizens of Linkon safe.

Sight. The ability to track every micromovement a Wanderer made and react in milliseconds. Being able to quickly spot things that don’t belong, indicating something more sinister.

Hearing. Being able to detect even the mutest of sounds. The muffled shuffling of leaves, a slight creak in the wind that could warn you of incoming danger.

Smell. The almost imperceptible scent of different species of Wanderers, each one specific to each genus, able to provide valuable information on what to expect.

Touch. The distinct textures of your different UNICORN issued tools and weapons, the simplest grooves and ridges helping you quickly discern what is what in moments of life or death.

What you hadn’t necessarily needed was the sense of taste, but that wouldn’t be a sense you’d need as a Hunter. Right?

In the soft glow coming from the protocore you and him had confiscated from an illegal protocore trade, Xavier sat at the foot of the bed you’d be sharing tonight. The soft orange light emanating from the protocore casts a vaguely romantic atmosphere around the two of you. It was suffocating and addicting all at once.

Perhaps it was your fault, you’d teased him, claiming the protocore in question had dulled your senses, a side effect from its unique Protocurves. A clear and obvious lie.

But you hadn’t expected him to respond so boldly.

To test your sense of sight, moving from his spot across the hotel room to approach the foot of the bed, sitting so closely that you could see the droplets of water dripping down his bare chest, gliding along the grooves of his muscled abdomen.

To test your sense of smell, leaning in so teasingly close to you that the soft clean smell of his pheromones, akin to fresh laundry blowing in the spring breeze, invaded your very essence.

To test your sense of hearing, whispering dangerously sultry but innocent words under his breath to taunt you, seeing if you could hear how much he wanted you.

To test your sense of touch, reaching out to grasp your face into his fingers, warm from the hot shower he’d taken. So daringly caressing your warm cheek in his palm, with a heated desire that you knew could consume you whole.

It was truly all enough to drive you utterly insane, at the point of no return, nearly jumping him right then and there.

Perhaps Xavier could see that, deciding to give you a temporary reprieve from all the “sensory tests” to complete a test of his own

His voice is a faint murmur, “Before the rain stops, is there anything you want to do?” His words sound less like a question and more like a plea. Bordering on a demand.

At his words, your eyes trail to the body lotion you’d set on the nightstand next to the Protocore. You’d just been about to apply it before Xavier had come out of the shower. You bite your lip at the thought of his strong hands rubbing the expensive cream into your aching muscles. Xavier’s eyes follow yours, and he smiles gently, standing up to grab it from the side table.

He unscrews it, the soft scent of strawberries wafting in the space between you. Under the soft glow of the Protocore, Xavier’s face is flushed, his breath unusually heavy. His eyes are focussed on the body lotion, but you can just barely see the stormy heat behind them.

“What, are we testing your senses now?” you tease him, sitting up with your hands hugging your knees.

Xavier sits back down on the bed, the mattress dipping at your feet. Your toes brush against the soft silk of his bathrobe, the knot even looser now, leaving far too little to imagination. His voice is gentle, but urgent, “The Protocore’s Protocurves can…dull a person's senses.”

He places his palm gently on the underside of your thighs, pulling your bare calves toward him. His touch is impossibly soft, yet strangely enough it leaves your skin burning. You let your body be guided towards him until his chest is practically pressed against your knee. With your bare calf in his hands, it makes it difficult to think. But you do your best to speak, “So…are you affected by it too?”

As Xavier smears the lotion across your flushed skin, he murmurs, “Maybe.” He takes another scoop of the cream into his fingers.

“It’s possible…I won’t be able to feel you anymore from now on.” His eyes are trained on your leg as he speaks, fingers wandering from your knee to your exposed thigh. Though you both know his senses were, and would be, perfectly fine, the longing in both his low voice and dark eyes felt completely real.

As his hands rub into your skin, his fingers briefly find their way under your nightdress. He leans down, resting his chin on your knee. He practically hugs your legs to his chest, the opened jar of lotion still in hand. WIth his curious fingers on your thigh, under the lace hem of your nightdress, you try and distract him from your flushed face. You take a small dollop of the lotion in his hands, teasingly brushing it to his nose.

“What’s the fragrance? Can you smell it?” Xavier’s face on your bare knee doesn’t move, but his eyes flit up to yours, dark and amused.

He has a barely perceptible smirk, fingers stroking small shapes into the area where your lace nightie meets the skin of your exposed thighs, “Strawberry.” He sounds uncharacteristically self-assured, his chin moving down so that he can smell your skin.

You shiver as you feel the cool inhale of his nose against your knee. His lips ghost along your leg as he breathes in the scent, lingering for so long you’re nearly quivering against his hold. His hand grips your thigh possessively as he murmurs, “Or maybe...that scent…is cherry.” The way he buries his face into your legs, inhaling so deeply, is nearly enough to have you passing out.

He comes back to nuzzle his chin into your knee, glancing up at you in an expression that is eerily dark and soft all at once, “Was I right?” His words are gentle but there’s an exhilarating taunt underneath them. It only makes you want to taunt him back.

You reach for his ear, noticing it’s unusually peachy pink, stroking along the soft lobe, “Here’s another test. What do you think my hand is doing right now?” Xavier’s eyes close at your touch, his breath heavy and hot against your thigh. His brows furrow, and if it weren’t for the way he leaned into your touch for more, you’d almost think he was in pain.

As his eyes flicker open to meet yours, you take his cheek into your hands. There’s a vague haziness in them, almost like he’s having a hard time keeping them open, drunk off even your slightest touches. He sits up, leaning into your hand.

“You need to do it harder,” he urges, desperation making itself known in his sultry voice. Your hand trails down his ear, tracing the sharp edge of his jaw and making its way to Xavier’s bobbing neck.

Your fingers move intentionally, trailing down to his collar until they rest on his chest, “What about now?”

Though his chest heaves, his blue eyes smolder with an unbridled confidence, “...Too gentle.” He looks at you with an unspoken plea in his eyes, begging you to touch him more. Harder.

You let your shaking fingers toy torturously with the reddened skin on his sharp collarbone, swirling your fingertips on his pounding chest. You bite your lip, enjoying the way his breath comes out in needy pants, the look of desperation on his parted lips growing stronger by the second, “If you still haven’t felt it…”

Xavier continues your thought, cerulean eyes filled with a desperate longing, “If I haven’t felt it…” You gasp as he grabs your wrist forcefully, bringing it back up to his face.

His grip is commanding, caressing your palm with his soft cheek, his breath fanning the inside of your hand. His movements are almost imperceptible, until you feel his lips closing over your middle finger. You’re unable to stop the shiver as his tongue grazes against your trembling finger, his lips caressing your skin in his mouth.

Xavier desperately hopes you keep your eyes trained on his, and not the embarrassingly prominent tent under his thin robe, throbbing for your attention. His breath is hot as he pants against your finger, “...does this mean I’m a lost cause?”

You pull your hand away, unable to withstand the effect his lips enclosing in your fingers is having on your body, your thighs clenching together under your own robe and nightgown.

“What should we do?” you murmur before softly clutching his shoulder, pulling him closer until you can whisper into his ear for a little hearing test. You let your lips graze his reddened earlobe, before whispering.

“Xavier.”

It comes out far more sultry and seductive than you’d originally intended, betraying your body’s true desires. Xavier apparently shares those same desires, because as he hears you gasp out his name his body has a visceral reaction.

His heart pounds so rapidly he’s almost sure you’d be able to hear it, his muscled chest rising and falling in an irregular rhythm. His face looks almost anguished, fighting an internal war against himself. He glances towards you, his eyes dark with unbridled desire.

“Oops. Looks like something broke,” you grin cheekily, thoroughly amused by his reaction, fueled with confidence.

Xavier’s eyes are so dark they’re nearly black as they drink in the sight of your beautiful smile, as you sit with your knees up on the mattress. The next thing you know, Xavier’s is pushing you down, your back hitting the plush mattress and your robe fluttering open to reveal your flimsy nightdress.

Xavier stands above you, before his hand comes down to grip the mattress beside your head, pinning you down. His eyes trail up your body, savoring every exposed centimeter of soft skin, before boring into your beautiful eyes. His body is pressed gently into yours, and you can very much make out just how excited he’s become. The area between your thighs moistens at the feeling of his arousal pressed into your stomach.

“Your sensory test isn’t over yet,” he grunts, his face tortuously close to yours. His eyes are hooded dangerously, an imminent threat reflected in his ocean blue eyes. He leans forward, so close his torrid breath fans against your parted lips.

“Let’s do a taste test,” he murmurs, eyes shutting as he finally closes the distance between your lips in a toe-curling passionate embrace. His tongue prods at the seam of your lips, which you happily part to give him access. He moans into you as he indulges in how delicious you taste, quickly addicted to your soft and warm tongue against his.

When he finally pulls away, he’s a complete and utter mess. His breath is uneasy and rapid, his body contorting with the rhythm of his pounding chest. His fingers have found their way into yours, effectively pinning you securely against the bed under his hard body.

“Xavier…” you gasp, squeezing his fingers, “Even someone like you can lose your composure, huh?”

As your bodies heave together, Xavier takes thick and deep lungfuls of your scent, his face buried into your neck.

“One doesn’t need that much composure,” he groans before diving back into the crook of your neck, lips latching onto your pulse.

As he holds you, gently suckling at your neck, you prod him, “What are you thinking of?”

Xavier hesitates, his lips hovering centimeters above your skin, before murmuring, “Something…indecent.”

You bite back your grin, thoroughly enjoying how needy he’s becoming. With his body still atop of yours, you bring your lips to his ear letting your wet lips stroke against his earlobe.

“Xavier…” you purr, “Tell me what you’re thinking of.”

You can see Xavier’s neck throb with a thick gulp, his Adam’s apple bobbing harshly. It’s then he decides he’s done playing games.

He sits up eerily calmly, until he’s on his knees at your feet. His fingers trail down your bare thighs, to your calves, and to your feet. You squirm at his fleeting trail of touches, squeaky moans of anticipation slipping from your lips.

As his hands slide down your legs, he lifts your foot into his hands, fingers kneading your aching sole. You moan, your eyes squeezing shut at just how wonderfully Xavier knows your body, knows how to touch you.

You’re so caught up in the feeling of his hands on your ankles that you don’t notice the way he cups your calf, raising your leg into the air as he caresses it. It’s not until the distinct feeling of his warm lips meet the bottom of your calf do your eyes screw open.

Your breath catches in your throat as you take in the sight before you, Xavier placing a feathery trail of kisses down your calf all the way to your foot. As he tenderly kisses your ankle, his eyes open to watch you with a hungry gaze.

“The Protocore’s effects…I think we need a stronger test,” he mutters, his mouth rubbing against your ankle still. He sets your leg on his shoulder, gently spreading your thighs apart.

You blush as your legs part, leaving little to imagination as Xavier situates himself between your legs, one propped on his muscled shoulder and one hooked above his forearm, “Xavier?”

He doesn’t respond, eyes trained on the glistening patch of dampness that adorns your panties. It takes all of him not to drool right over your half naked form right then and there. As his head lowers to kiss your thighs, you tremble at his proximity to your throbbing cunt that leaks with desire and arousal.

“I-Is this…strong enough?” you squeak, his tongue lapping slow circles around the areas his teeth graze. His fingers dig into the plush of your thighs as he indulges in the taste of your legs, eyeing the beautiful way your panties are creasing against the lips of your pussy. He can practically feel the heat coming off you and it makes him bite hard.

You squeal, your back arching up and fingers reaching down to pull at his soft hair. It’s impossible not to enjoy the sharp graze of his canines and the contrastingly adoring caress of his tongue. Too distracted by the pleasure, you don’t feel the embarrassing slick dripping down your thighs.

But Xavier does.

He detaches his lips from your thighs, briefly admiring the handful of flowering red bruises littered against both your plush legs.

“It’s…stronger. But this…” he trails off, and that’s when you feel his fingers hooking your soaked panties to the side. You yelp as his fingers languidly swipe at your folds, coating himself in your arousal and bringing it up to his mouth.

You watch in a mixture of embarrassment and desire as he slips his fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around his digits and eyes shut in utter bliss.

When his blonde lashes finally flutter open, his hazy pupils are dilated amongst the sea of azure, piercing into your own.

“This, I can taste,” he grins gently at you. It’s so effortlessly Xavier, yet something sinister lurks beneath his soft smile. Something that makes you shake to your very core.

You don’t have time to ponder the darkness behind his smile, because Xavier is gripping you by your hips, bringing the apex of your thighs to his waiting mouth, salivating at the beautiful sight of your exposed cunt. His eyes flit from your core to your eyes, your upper body propped up on your elbows as you watch his heated gaze devour you.

“Please…” Xavier rasps, his voice guttural and desperate. The proximity of his face to your weeping cunt lets you feel his hot breath fan against your quivering pussy, “Please let me.”

You’re speechless, so you nod fervently, gripping his soft hair, pulling him impossibly closer. Xavier wastes no time, burying himself into you. You gasp, spine curling at the force of his demanding lips against your cunt.

You’d think Xavier had been starved for days, the way he latches onto your lips, his tongue eagerly lapping at your slit, savoring every drop of your sweet essence. You thrash at the unrelenting pleasure, as Xavier’s bruising grip holds you in place.

“Let me enjoy you, please,” he groans, nose rubbing into your clit deliciously, “Who knows if I’ll ever be able to taste you again?”

You whimper at his filthy words, trying to stay still as he ravishes you with his skilled tongue. The lewd slurps and moans that come from him are enough to drive you to the edge of insanity, unable to contain your furious writhing. Xavier only digs his fingers harder into the plush of your thighs, doing his best to keep you in place.

Xavier moans into you, the vibrations of his pleasured sounds thrumming straight into your body. He doesn’t let a single droplet of your nectar go to waste, his tongue lapping diligently. There’s absolutely no shortage of it, as his pointed nose brushes against your clit, his tongue stroking sweetly into your lips.

“You taste like heaven, Y/N,” Xavier moans into your folds. The vibrations of his filthy words send you reeling and you can barely hear him, only able to respond in the whiniest moans, too wrapped up in the pleasure his mouth so skillfully brings you.

“Xavier!” you cry, toes digging into the ropes of muscles on his back.

You can vaguely feel one of Xavier’s hands abandon your thigh, moving to free his cock from under his loose robe. You can’t see much, but you can see the way his forearm jerks up and down, the veins in his arms bulging as he pleasures himself, fueled by the taste of you.

“O-oh f-fuck!” you cry, your back arched, the soles of your feet pressing into Xavier’s back, “Xavier…p-please don’t – nngh – stop!”

Through your widely spread legs, you can see just how aroused Xavier is by your pleas. His fingers can barely wrap around his thick girth. They move up and down effortlessly, coated in his copious pre-cum. It honestly looked like he already came with just how much of his slick was smeared on himself. He’s so impossibly angry and red as he thrusts into his own fist, your tongue unconsciously licking your lips at the sight.

You’re only snapped out of your mesmerized staring when his lips latch onto your clit, tongue lapping eagerly against the throbbing nub of nerves. His lips suckling at your clit, tongue stroking so sweetly, is just enough to have you coming completely undone all over Xavier’s face.

You try to pull always as you feel the warm gush coming, but Xavier only holds you down harder with his arm wrapped around your thigh, his hands jerking up and down his leaking erection even more desperation. With nowhere to run, your body thrashes erratically in his forceful arm. Your back arches into the air, your head digging into the plush mattress, as you squirt over Xavier’s insistent tongue.

You’re well into the depths of overstimulation, feebly pushing his head away, whispering brokenly, “X-Xavier. S’too much, please.”

But he can’t seem to hear you, too wrapped up in your taste, in you. Your body curls in a stinging pleasure as he continues to devour you, positively starved.

The lewd slurps of his face in your wet thighs, your unabashed moans and cries of ecstasy, the taste of your release against his greedy tongue, and his forceful grip on his cock drive him to his own orgasm.

He forces himself to pull away, his lips wet with your slick, your body collapsing but still slightly elevated with your calf thrown over his shoulder. With his position kneeling at your feet, your right leg still by his neck, his cock spurts right onto your quivering and overstimulated pussy.

“H-holy,” Xavier groans breathlessly, hands still jerking himself up and down as rope after rope lands on your glistening cunt. His spend is so deliciously hot against your sensitive skin that you can’t stop the full body tremors that wrack your body. His copious streams of cum start to drip off your quivering cunt, pooling on the mattress beneath you.

Xavier leans forward, clutching your thigh as his body heaves with an overwhelming satisfaction. His fingers dig into your already bruised thighs, his breath heavy and desperate.

You want to giggle at his ruined state, stroking his back teasingly with your toes, your calf still resting on his shoulder. Your fingers reach for his ear to caress his cheek and tease him with your words from earlier, “So little composure. Adorable”

Xavier’s gaze, longing and soft, twitches. Before you know it, your back is flat against the bed once more, both your legs pressed against your chest. Your feet hang in the air above your head, Xavier’s heaving body pressed on top of you, something hard and wet pressing into your still trembling core.

Out of sheer surprise, you cry out, “X-Xavier?” Your hands instinctively come up to cup his face.

Xavier doesn’t speak, his eyes trained on your cunt as he runs his tip up and down your folds. When he finally looks up at you, there’s a dark almost feral look in the storm of his cerulean eyes. A look of unbridled animalistic heat.

He bends down, his beautiful face dangerously close to yours as he smirks, “Isn’t this what you wanted, angel?”

You shiver at his unusually edged words, eyes widening as you nod gently. Unable to deny the truth of his words. You knew it, and he knew it. You absolutely always wanted him, especially when he was this unhinged.

Xavier smiles, it’s deceptively gentle as you can see the dangerous glint in his eyes, “I know, Y/N. So, please. Let me give it to you.” Though he begs, you can tell he’s not really asking. Not that you minded. You’d give him absolutely everything.

So you nod, peering up at him through your eyelashes. Xavier smiles, finger stroking your cheek. With his other hand, he takes his cock, rubbing his cockhead into your sopping folds, smearing his cum messily around. He’d spurt so much milky seed onto your pussy that it quite literally felt like a bottle of lube had been squirted onto you.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers. For a brief second, the bright light returns to Xavier’s eyes as he adoringly watches you, with so much affection in his azure eyes. It’s gone just as quickly as it comes, his cock splitting you apart as he thrusts into you.

You cry out, unable to do anything but take him, your legs caged against both your bodies. The mating press he has you in is so mean, his hard strong body so imposing as he thrusts into you. It’s so easy for him to slide inside you, his cum on your skin even slicker than lube.

Xavier’s breathy moans wash over you at every single mean thrust, his smoldering eyes never leaving yours as he ruts into you like a madman. A man positively starved. And only one thing could satisfy him.

His hands press into the mattress beside your head, his entire body boxing you in, with only your thighs separating you. You wish he could hold you closer, press deeper into you, as deep as his cock was currently in your throbbing pussy.

“X-Xav…” your squeal. The position he has you in gives him easy access to your most sensitive spots. Xavier only moans in response, not typically a man of many words when it comes to being buried in your guts.

Which is why you’re surprised when he grits out, “Mine.”

You’re so surprised, mind so clouded with his massive girthy cock, that you gasp out, “W-What?”

Xavier’s smirk is faint, almost imperceptible, “You’re mine. I would never leave you.”

His pointed thrusts make you cry out in pleasure, losing your train of thought again. His smile grows more confident at your inability to speak, “Isn’t that what you told James? That your partner left you?”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, before realizing he's talking about the man you’d been flirting with for information at the protocore trade, “J-James? You – hnngh – y-you mean Henrik’s idiot – nngh – bodyguard?”

Xavier drives into you with an even more mind-numbing intensity at the mention of another man. You can see his jaw twitches, his eyes swimming with shadowy emotions.

“What do you think he took you up to the sixth floor for?” he growls, uncharacteristically and darkly gruff, “For this?”

To punctuate his point he slams his pelvis into your ass, the lewd pap sound of wet skin against wet skin deafeningly loud.

“It’s too bad for him. You’re mine.” His words are a sweet threat, with no violence and all the passion in the world behind them.

The raw possession in his voice makes you approach your orgasm far too quickly. Your thighs shake uncontrollably at the strain, but even more so at the pleasure Xavier drives into your gummy walls. His cock is so thick that your body burns with pleasure as he stretches you to your limit, your walls sucking him tightly, unwilling to let go.

Xavier moans at the unbelievably incredible feeling of your walls tightening against him, trying to wring him into you. Xavier’s thrusts become more erratic as he comes closer to his own release, and you’re desperate to cum with him, your orgasm impossibly iminent.

You know just how to send him over the edge, as you take his jaw into your fingers, his chest pressed into the fat of your thighs as he folds you quite literally in half. Xavier looks surprised but lets his face be guided to yours, his eyes still holding glimmers of shadows held back by a thin shred of restraint.

“Xavier,” you whisper, trying to keep your orgasm at bay so you can experience simultaneously with the blonde haired man deliciously rearranging your guts, “I’m yours, always.”

Xavier’s eyes darken, his eyebrows furrowing, as his body responds to your sweet words. His thrusts are harder, rougher, and all the more forceful and demanding. He’s utterly desperate to feel you cum atop his cock, his beautiful girl. Entirely and completely his.

“Yeah? Then cum for me, please.” His voice is a guttural growl, matching the animalistic intensity of his body pounding into yours. But he stutters just a bit, as you can practically feel the veins in his thick cock throbbing against your pulsing walls.

With Xavier’s intense eyes on yours, your body folded mind numbingly against his hard chiseled body, his filthy possessive words fanning across your lips, it’s impossible to keep your orgasm back any longer.

You cum with a strangled cry of his name, your elbows bending so your fingers can furiously claw at the sheets by your head. Xavier moans out at how tightly your cunt grips him amidst your climax, absolutely forcing the orgasm out of him.

You’re a moaning whining mess as Xavier fucks his seed into you. Even after his first orgasm, there’s so much cum, both inside and outside. The area where your bodies are joined is a sticky mess of cum and saliva.

Xavier is no better, the grunts and babbles streaming from his own mouth an absolute symphony to your ears.

“That’s it, love,” he rasps, “So good for me. Such a good girl. My good girl.”

You stroke Xavier’s soft blonde hair as his thrusts slow to an eventual stop. His softening cock is still in you, and you wince as you can vaguely feel it slipping out. Your hips scream in discomfort, your thighs still pressed firmly into your chest as Xavier gasps for air above you.

You whimper as he shifts, and instantly Xavier is back to his usual soft self, fawning over you, “Are you okay?” It’s honestly insane how quickly he switches, because as his blue eyes search yours, you notice the darkness is gone. All that’s left is that starry glimmering sea of ultramarine, soft, concerned, and loving.

“H-heavy,” you whine, tapping at his thick shoulders. Xavier’s off of you in a flash, his soft cock slipping out as sits on his knees before you. He hovers over you, careful not to put any weight on you, as he brushes your tangled hair off of your sweaty forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing along your flushed cheek, “Was I…Did I take it too far?”

“No, never,” you mumble happily, draping your arms over his neck. Through his gentle smile that could move the stars, you can see how exhausted Xavier is, but he continues to stroke circles into your skin. His hands reach down to massage your bruised thighs, hickeys littering every inch of you. The serene intimacy of the moment is enough to lull you towards sleep, despite the mess between your legs.

–

You must’ve nodded off for a few minutes, because when you open your bleary eyes you see Xavier between your legs, carefully wiping the sticky mess away.

“Xav, s’okay,” you whisper sleepily, stirring in his careful hands and barely able to string together complete sentences, “Clean tomorrow, sleep now.”

“It’s okay, angel,” he murmurs, his voice so warm and dreamy. He holds you gently in place as he continues to wipe you off, “Go back to sleep.”

Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of his hands soothing your aching muscles, losing the fight against sleep, “You don’t feel tired?”

Xavier chuckles, the sound meeting your ears even in your half-conscious state, “I can still feel. But I think I may need another…taste test.”

You can hear the mischief in his voice even if you’re too exhausted to open your eyes.

“Just sleep honey, let me take care of you.”

Something about the playful heat in his voice makes you doubt he’s just going to be cleaning you up with the warm towel he had in his hands. And the thought of that excites you beyond belief, even as you succumb to sleep.

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yasministration · 2 months ago

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hands full - harry potter

summary: sex with harry potter makes you lose your ability to think, even when his mother is speaking to him on the other side of the locked door. 1.3k words of basically pure filth. porn and no plot. cw: almost getting caught? kind of? concussions and interruptions au - can be read as a standalone

The oxygen in the room was heavy, barely making its way into your lungs with every slow shove of his pelvis into yours, your skin dragging upwards in a pinch with the force of Harry’s moving hips, rolling over the bones of yours with bruising potential. Moans were fluidly tumbling out of your lips, like a chant, a prayer of some sort that no one could prevent.

Harry’s hair tickled the skin of your neck, his hot breath pulsating against the layer of sweat coating you. He murmured sweet words, lips brushing the shell of your ear. It was half for himself, half for you. “Oh, you’re doing so good for me, sweetheart,” That one got a particularly loud keen from your, your hips bucking up to meet his as you clenched around his cock. “My perfect girl” He added with a moan.

“You feel so good.” You whimpered with your own praise, nails dragging across the wet skin of his back. His muscles contracted under your harsh touch, everything else about the situation so sweet and gentle. One of Harry’s big hands reached down to curl underneath your thigh, pulling it up to mirror your other leg, folded up with your foot flat against the sheets. He manhandled your limbs, spreading your legs wider for him to reach deeper crevices of your cunt, constantly leaking around his erection to encourage his movements.

Harry didn’t pry anything out of you; one glance your way had him confirming that you were too deep in pleasure to respond to anything he had to say. A particularly loud moan flew between your lips, Harry’s cock reaching just that much further into you, nearing your cervix. Harry groaned as your hand snaked into his hair, massaging his scalp. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, though he continued to lazily thrust into you.

The atmosphere in the room completely stilled for a moment, both of you pausing to ensure you heard the same thing - a knock on the door.

“Harry, you in here?”

Harry rose off you, and his cock plunged further into you. You bit your lip, a noise of pleasure vibrating in your throat at the feeling. Your boyfriend’s eyes widened, and he pressed a strong hand over your mouth, shooting you a panicked look. “Yeah mum! In here!” Harry shut his eyes briefly, pulling his hips out again at a sluggish pace, but he saw the effect it had on you when his eyes fluttered open again; head digging into the pillow, your mouth parting beneath the palm of his hand.

“Is y/n here?” She asked, pressing her ear to the door to hear your responses from inside. Harry gasped quietly, inhaling deeply as he pushed back into you, calling out “Yeah, she’s here!” Giving you a pointed look, Harry withdrew his hand from over your mouth, and you gripped his wrist to ground you, saying loudly “Hi!” It was all you could muster.

The door handle rattled as Lily Potter tried entering her son’s room, eyebrows furrowing when it didn’t open. “Well, let me come in and say hi!” Harry’s hand returned to your mouth as he leaned his weight on you again, praying that his mum would get the hint and go away. “I can’t open the door, my hands are full!”

“Let y/n open the door then.” Oh, she was clueless. Harry groaned, a mix of pleasure and frustration. He saw your eyes widen in shock, one of your hands over the one he had on your mouth, keeping him in place. You shook your head as well as you could. Harry huffed into the crook of your neck. “Mum,” He began with an obviously annoyed whine, “She can’t open the door, her hands are also full.”

The startled “Oh” that came from the other side of the door was barely audible to you, because Harry had decided to silence himself by sucking on the skin of your neck. Unfortunately for you, it just made it more difficult to stay quiet, your hips twitching upwards at the added friction. Harry kept an ear out for his mother’s subsiding footsteps before finally whispering filthily “Yeah baby, I know you want to cum.” And luckily for you, he removed the hand from your mouth — now coated with saliva — and used two fingers to rub harsh circles on your clit, immediately making your legs twitch around his torso.

“Can you try being quiet?” He peeked up from the dark crook of your neck where he was hidden, grinning when you nodded quickly, eyebrows furrowed as you chewed on your bottom lip, trying your best not to make any noises. Your breathing was heavy, and your hands moved to grasp each of Harry’s biceps, nails digging into his supple skin as he continued working you towards your orgasm.

“Harry” You whined, trying to turn your face towards him, trying to communicate to him that you were close. “Oh, I know baby, I know.” He whispered, separating his lips from your neck to bring you into a kiss. You gasped loudly, back arching off the mattress, pushing your chest into his as one of your hands returned to grip his hair, pushing him further into the kiss. Harry’s cock twitched inside you and you were grateful to know you weren’t the only one nearing your orgasm.

Harry forced his tongue into your mouth, tongue gliding against yours. Your brain took too long to communicate with your body from the exhaustion, and you were barely able to kiss him back, but Harry took control of the messy kiss, revelling in the rare sloppiness you kissed him with. Fuck, he was turned on by merely knowing the effect he had on you.

“Gonna cum, Harry.” You warned in a shaky whisper, tilting your head back to make space between your lips and Harry’s. “Cum for me, baby.” His rough fingertips on your clit drove you past the edge, body stiffening in a storm of white-hot pleasure, washing over you with a force you couldn’t explain if you tried. But now, you submitted to the pleasure of your orgasm, hearing Harry’s guttural moan in your ear as his head dropped down to rest on your shoulder, cock driving into you to the hilt, his entire body freezing with the exception of his hips, stuttering into you while he emptied his load into you.

“I love you.” Harry moaned loudly, his body going limp on top of yours, chest to chest with you as your legs fell flat on the bed around his torso. It took you a while to come back to your senses, fingers brushing Harry’s hair away from his face as you finally replied “I love you too.” Your boyfriend’s cheeks flushed hotly at the realisation that he had admitted to loving you balls-deep inside you. It wasn’t the first time he’d said it, but the hundreds of other times these three important words had been said were all while fully sober, not drunk on pussy.

“I need to go say hi to your mum.” At the mention of his mother, Harry felt his cock soften inside you, and he pulled out with a groan, flopping next to you on the bed. You turned your head to the side, pressing a kiss on Harry’s cheek before struggling out of bed. “I’m gonna take a quick shower, then go say hello.”

Harry perked up, pushing himself up on his elbows, his gaze following your naked body across his room. “Shower?” He repeated, a silent question lingering in the air. You rolled your eyes playfully, a smile tugging at your lips as you opened the door to his bathroom. “Yes, you can join.”

Harry scrambled up, leaping over the other side of his bed so he could catch up to you before you shut the bathroom door in his face.

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psychoticallytrans · 1 year ago

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A commonly overlooked symptom of depression is anhedonia, the inability to feel joy or pleasure. The reason that it's easy to overlook is that it's easier to miss the absence of something that's not around all the time than it is to miss a symptom that causes active distress, such as feeling tired and miserable all the time.

Anhedonia is good at being a persistent undercurrent to your life. My aunt, who has major depressive disorder, related to me that she figured out that something was wrong when she looked at the daffodils she had planted blooming, and couldn't recognize the emotion that she felt when she looked at them. It had been long enough since she had felt happy that she lost the ability to recognize the emotion.

It's a particularly dangerous depressive symptom, because it robs you of the ability to feel those little spots of joy that keep a lot of people going, while not doing anything to impair your ability to function. If you don't know that this is a treatable symptom of depression, it's easy to assume that your ability to feel good is permanently broken, and decide to commit suicide because you don't want to live like that. It's not an irrational conclusion, but it is an uninformed one, and everyone deserves to have all the information when making a major decision.

This is what a lot of questionnaires are trying to look for when they ask about "loss of enjoyment". If you can't remember a loss of enjoyment because you can't remember enjoyment, then you probably have anhedonia. If you struggle to define how it is to feel "happy", "content", or "good", or how it feels when you feel those emotions, you probably have anhedonia. If you can't remember feeling any of those emotions for a week or more, you probably have anhedonia.

Symptoms commonly co-occurring with anhedonia are fatigue (often the cause), clear and thoughtful consideration of suicide, loss of desire to socialize or do activities that used to make you happy, and weight loss (due to lack of enjoyment of food).

This section is anecdotal. In what I have observed, anhedonia due to fatigue rarely responds well to depression treatment unless depression was causing the fatigue. If fatigue and anhedonia are co-occurring and are not both alleviated by depression treatment, consider other causes for the fatigue.

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sttoru · 2 years ago

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·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. toji witnesses his son’s first steps and it nearly makes the grown man cry.

wc. 1k

tags. dad!toji x female reader. fluff. reader gets called ‘mama.’ life if gege just gave us what we wanted. ending is a bit rushed if you couldn't tell.

“gumi, look here,” you coo at your child who’s sitting in his playpen. you’re laying against some stuffed animals, too tired to move after doing all kinds of chores. the baby looks up at you with curious eyes and you take your chance to make a silly face.

megumi giggles and responds by throwing a small toy your way. it accidentally hits your head, though luckily it isn’t anything too heavy.

toji, who laid lazily on the opposite side of the playpen, watches the scene unfold. he grins once he sees you rub the spot on your forehead, “oi, megumi, careful with y’r mama.”

you chuckle, dropping your dramatic act. you ruffle megumi’s hair a bit before standing up. a yawn escapes your lips and you stretch your arms above your head—clearly in need of a break.

“i’m gonna take a quick nap, honey,” your eyes meet toji’s. your husband nods and sits up with a groan. he’s also sleepy, but he knows that you did most of the work today. he’ll gladly watch over megumi while you rest and regain your energy.

megumi starts to fuss the moment you step out of the playpen. his tiny hands reach out to you—the little boy clearly too attached to his mother. toji shakes his head and effortlessly picks his son up and puts him on his lap, “naw, y’re stuck with me buddy. mama’s gotta rest.”

megumi squirms around and whimpers. he’s clearly not interested in his dad at the moment. toji sighs and tries his best to keep the baby still, but to no avail.

“mama! mama!” the baby’s cries for you breaks your heart. you stop a a couple steps away and turn around with a pout. you notice how megumi is kicking his legs, thrashing around in toji’s arms in attempt to free himself.

you sigh and crouch down, “gumi, mama’s sleepy. . papa’s gonna play with you, okay?”

megumi, of course, does not understand what you mean. he thinks you’re leaving him alone and it causes him to wail loudly. you’re about to console your son, but backtrack when you notice how megumi’s starting to stand up on his own.

his chubby legs are barely holding his body weight up. the balance is hard to find for the baby, yet he still does his utmost best. he nearly trips from just standing.

even toji looks on with wide eyes and a hint of a prideful grin on his lips. he’s silently encouraging his son in his head.

“ma..ma,” megumi babbles. he almost topples over, but toji’s quick reflexes come in handy. a big hand keeps the baby standing straight. the dark-haired man carefully lets go again, however keeps his hand near his son’s body. just in case.

neither toji nor you could believe what was happening. you both watch in awe as megumi’s left foot moves forward—the right one copying that same movement.

your precious boy, taking his first steps right in front of you both to witness. it’s a heartwarming sight. you hold your breath and toji’s lips part slightly. your husband has yet to grasp why this scene in front of him makes him feel so. . . giddy on the inside.

“c’mon! come to mama!” you squeal excitedly and open your arms, encouraging megumi to your best ability. the tiny boy giggles and moves his limbs as fast as they could go. his chubby hands flail around as he quickly walks over to you.

toji stares at his family and that’s when it hits him; how much he loves this peaceful life. his son just achieved another great milestone that he had the honour of witnessing firsthand. it made him happy that he chose this path instead of the more ‘darker’ one.

it also nearly causes your husband to shed some tears from pure joy. but, toji didn’t want to seem too ‘soft’. even if he secretly is for his wife and child.

toji coughs subtly. totally not to get rid of the irritating lump in his throat. a ghost of a smile appears on his face while he got up, immediately moving towards megumi and you.

“good job, kiddo,” toji says as he puts his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. he stares down at megumi in your arms—the little boy getting drowned in kisses and compliments.

your ears twitch. there’s no denying it; the faint crack in toji’s voice. you give your kid a break from your overwhelming affection and tilt your head back. your eyes meet your husband’s.

you grin when you see how he quickly avoids your gaze. something he never does unless he’s. . . “gonna cry?”

toji rolls his eyes at your question. he ignores your teasing by trying to change the subject. he focuses on megumi who’s still going absolutely wild in your embrace—cutely demanding more praise and kisses.

“daddy can also give ya some kisses, y’know,” toji pokes megumi’s cheek, fascinated by the plush fat. the baby stops babbling the moment his dad talks to him. he looks up at toji and then back at the finger still prodding at his cheek.

megumi opens his mouth and doesn’t waste a single second. he goes for a playful bite, though his little baby teeth do no real damage, “yumm.”

you giggle at the way megumi frowns at toji, his teeth holding tightly onto toji’s fingertip. it’s time for your husband to take over the dramatics now.

“hey, that ain’t so nice now,” toji hisses and leans forward until his face is right in front of megumi—a similar frown on both the dad and son’s faces. they really do look alike now that you see them both from up close again.

megumi only bites down more on the finger in his mouth and toji reacts to that by feigning his anger. it’s amusing to see how neither of them gives up first.

but, it’s also rather cute to see how the father-son dynamic plays out in cozy family moments like these.

your eyes focus back on toji’s face and you can’t help but smile to yourself. he’s a good husband and father; always there for the both of you. his own way of showing support for megumi’s first steps is rather heartwarming. plus, the playful banter between the two never fails to make any moment all the more precious.

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #jjk fluff #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x you #jjk x you #toji x y/n #jjk x y/n #toji fluff

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monstersholygrail · 11 months ago

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The Kiss of Fate

Shark Hybrid x fem!reader x Merman— fingering (f!receiving), slight cuckolding, masturbation, double penetration, creampie, cockwarming

Shark Hybrid bf loves everything more when he gets to experience it with you. When once he loathed the land he now loves it as it’s where he can spend countless hours with you. And when once his home within the ocean caves were lonely and dreary, now he’s seen it through your eyes and it’s the second most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on. The first, of course, being you.

But experiencing the ocean with you, his lovely mate, comes with a price. A price terrible yet worth it. You see, as a Shark Hybrid his kiss doesn’t have the ability the let humans breathe underwater. So when he wishes to take you into the ocean, he has to ask for help from his rival, the Merman.

He hates the way the Merman swims up to them all smug, the way he looks at you as he sweeps you up in his arms, and the way the Merman looks at him, smirking as he kisses you with the simmering heat of an underwater volcano.

But most of all he hates how much it turns him on to watch you getting kissed so roughly. Because fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing he’s ever seen. His cock hardens the longer you get swept up into the kiss.

When his length pops from its sheath his hand itches with the urge to pump himself to the sight of you. The Merman’s gaze flickers back to him and a spark of understanding passes between them.

The Merman needs no further explanation besides the sight of your bfs cock. His kiss with you grows more passionate, his webbed fingers trailing down your body and dipping into your bathing suit. That jolts you out of your trance and you glance at your bf, shocked to see him touching himself. Your brows furrow in uncertainty but at your bf’s encouraging nod you slowly turn back to the Merman who gazes at you as if you’re his most precious treasure.

With his arms holding you tightly, the Merman swims deeper into the ocean, leading you and your bf into what you assume is his home as you resurface into a cave with an air pocket.

The Merman pins you against the wall of his cave, his mouth back on yours and his hand resuming its place as he nearly rips your suit off in his haste and swipes his long digits through your folds. You whimper against his mouth, legs wrapping around his tail.

“Goddess, I’ve been waiting for this day. But I knew it’d happen. Knew one day you’d both be mine,” the Merman pants in between kisses, his hands roaming all over you as if he’d spent so much energy holding back and now he’s been let loose to give into his desires.

His cock falls from its sheath and joins his hand, grinding his length against your pussy while his fingers rub diligently at your clit. You cry out, body rocking into his hard cock. Hands weaving into his hair to keep him close.

You know exactly what he’s talking back. The hidden tension and desire that always floated between the three of you. A pot of boiling water just waiting to spill over. Every meeting, every kiss, and every glance. Bringing you all closer to the inevitable.

Your bf’s hands grip your waist as he slides himself behind you against the wall. You immediately moan and arch back against him as you feel his cock nestle between your thick thighs. With your body on display the Merman delves down, kissing along your neck.

“Don’t act like you knew I’d eventually give in,” your bf snaps as if angry. But the husky tone of his voice betrays him. He was just as aware as you all were. This was meant to be.

The Merman lifts his head, his smirk as smug and arrogant as ever as he gazes at your bf. His hand reaching out to cup the Shark Hybrids cheek and he can’t resist leaning into the touch. Only serving to make the Merman more smug.

“Of course I did, I have eyes,” he responds cheekily in a way you’ve grown to find endearing. “Now let us claim our mate before I lose my patience.”

His gaze sharpens with a burning heat that inflames your insides despite being in the cold water. He wastes no time guiding his cock to your entrance, the buildup up of it all has his length sinking inside you with ease. Mirroring moans leave you both as he stretches you so wonderfully. The Merman cries out, throwing his head back.

“You feel even better than I imagined. So tight. So fucking warm,” the Merman exclaims, losing himself in the feel of you.

Just as you’re starting to adjust to the Merman’s side, your bf’s fingers playfully trail down your back till they tease at your other hole. You whimper pathetically, desperately wanting them both inside you. Your bf shushes you gently, leaning down and kissing your temple.

“Don’t worry, mate. You’ll have us both. We’re here for you. I’m right here,” he whispers in your ear and you angle your head to kiss him.

Shark Hybrid bf kisses you slowly as he preps your ass for him. Your hips instinctively rock into the feeling, causing the Merman to hiss sharply as he tries to hold back. Waiting for your bf. And when he finally does enter you, joining the Merman inside your body, the cave echos with wanton cries and grunts.

The two Merfolk begin to move together and you gasp at the sensation, your eyes rolling back as you feel so full stuffed with two thick cocks. You clench around them, not being able to get enough and they both growl. The sound letting you know you’re in for a wild ride.

Your bf instantly picks up pace, pounding into your ass and giving it to you just how he knows you like it. The Merman quickly follows, furiously snapping his hips against yours and forcing his cock in as deep as you can take it. You scream in pleasure, holding onto them both as they take you for a ride. Forcing waves of pleasure onto your body with no remorse.

The two work in complete tandem, making sure when one is thrusting out, the other is plunging back in. Ensuring you’re never without a cock inside your addictive body. The overwhelming sensations constantly clashing and overpowering the over leaves you weak and limp in their hold. Endless moans fall from your dropped jaw as you’re helpless to the strike of your senses.

When you can no longer hold it back, your body seizes, a fierce shriek vibrating off the walls of the cave as your thrown off the edge and into the deep end of euphoria. Your orgasm moves its way through your quivering body as your mates help work you through it. Their thrusts turning erratic at your constant clenching.

They both spill their cum inside you, one after the other. Their hot release filling your insides, spurt after spurt splashes along your walls, leaving your belly slightly distended. Four webbed hands are caressing your body and two sets of lips silently praise you for how good you were for them.

You lean into them both just as you lean into this new chapter of your life. Knowing that neither of you will be able to leave the Merman now and that you both won’t want to. The three of you together just feels right. And now that you’ve had it you can’t imagine it any other way.

As you meet your bf’s eye you know his thoughts are running along the same path as yours. With a subtle nod and a gentle kiss to your throat he confirms it for you. A giddy feeling bursts through you and you naturally clench, causing your mates to groan in unison. Their cocks slowly hardening again for another round, wanting nothing more than to please their mates.

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raven-dor · 2 months ago

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my heart won't tell

in which bucky barnes is keeping a secret from the thunderbolts...

PAIRING: bucky barnes x reader, platonic!thunderbolts x reader

WARNINGS: flirting, typical marvel violence, sneaking around, yelena teasing reader, john walker, slight angst, fluff

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

🎶 : as she's walking away - zac brown band, alan jackson

AN: ♥️💗 - im obssessed with thunderbolts, so of course the next bucky fic i wrote i used them instead of the ogs (sorry) but yippee bucky!!

“Morning.”

You nuzzled your face further into his chest, the remnants of sleep curled deep into your bones. “I’m ignoring you.”

His voice was scratchy, no doubt from the fact that he’d just woken up. “The act of ignoring someone typically entails you not responding to them.”

You scoffed. “Alpine, scratch your father for me.”

His warm lips grazed your temple. “Ever the romantic.”

You peeked an eye open, admiring the man currently holding you. “This isn’t fair.”

“What’s not fair, Doll?”

“You look perfect.” You glared, kissing his jaw lightly. “How do you do it?”

He smirked, clearly enjoying your praise. “Just ruggedly handsome, I guess.”

“And humble too.” You laughed. “How lucky am I?” The door stood as a constant reminder of the day, reminding you of your mission report that had yet to be finished. Whipping the comforter off of you, you ignored the way Bucky’s eyes bore into you. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” He raised an eyebrow, knowing exactly what he was doing. “You can't be mad at me for admiring the view.”

“You’re incorrigible, you know that, right?”

“And you’re beautiful.” He frowned, petting Alpine haphazardly. “Do you have to go?”

The thought of lying in bed all day, eating take-out, and watching TV was enticing. The thought of doing all of that with Bucky - well, that was heaven on Earth. You frowned, decided to stick with your original plan. “I’ll be back tonight, you know I will.”

“I’ll help you with it.” He whined. “C’mon, Doll. Get back in bed.”

“I know what your definition of ‘help’ is, James. Not today.” You crossed your arms. “Your seduction tactics won’t work.”

“Ye of little faith.”

“You’re much too confident, Barnes.”

“Hey!” He called out, stopping you in your tracks. His voice, which seconds ago was confident and cocky, now held a certain warmth he typically reserved for you. You or Alpine. “I love you.”

You smiled, blowing a kiss as you grabbed the door handle. “I love you more.”

The automatic lock clicked behind you, the silence of the tower pulling you back to reality. You sighed, deciding you would need a cup of coffee before attempting to finish the report.

“Morning.”

“Hi, Bob.” You’d gotten too comfortable, too confident in your abilities. Turning around, you faced the music, trying to portray an air of indifference.

“You’re up early.”

“I am.” You fidgeted with the ring Bucky had given you, twirling it around your finger to distract from the larger issue at hand.

“You’re normally not up until 9:30.” You normally found it endearing how Bob knew all of your schedules by heart. Today, you found it extremely irritating. Glancing over your shoulder, his eyes bulged at the name on the door, a look of realization etched on his face. “Are you and-”

“Bob-” Now fully panicking, you turned to your last ditch effort - begging for his silence. “Don’t tell anyone, please.”

“Why-”

“Swear it.”

He halfway nodded and tilted his head, and you decided to take that as a win, scurrying down the hall. “See you later, Bob.”

“Sure.”

It wasn’t meant to be a secret, you and Bucky.

Not at first.

Neither of you had tried to hide your affection for each other, it’s just that your team was oblivious to it.

That, or they had grown used to the constant touching and looks.

You couldn’t tell.

Six months in, and you had yet to tell your team. The lines blurred quickly. At first, it had been a fit of passion, something to block out the horrible thoughts, a comfort for you both. You’d been friends for so long, and one night, it just became too much, the tension, the silent pull between you. Then you started sleeping over, letting your walls down, and reminiscing on the past.

None of which, you reminded yourself, were things ‘friends with benefits’ did.

The mission that led to his confession felt like a lifetime ago. You’d just gotten done fighting off the last of your assailants when he stalked over, wiping away the blood that dripped from your brow.

You smiled, leaning into his touch. “Stop brooding.”

“You’re hurt.”

You shook your head. “Just a scratch. I’m fine.”

He frowned, eyes fixed on the cut. “You don’t look fine.”

“Buck-” He leaned his forehead against yours, breath catching as he spoke.

“I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?” Your heart dropped, fearing the worst. “Were you hit?” You scanned his frame, eyes watering at the possibility of him being in pain. “Are you feeling alright-”

“Never better.” He interrupted. “I’ve been trying to find the right time to say this-”

You laughed, your stomach twisting nervously. “Do you really think that a mission is the best-”

His eyes darted toward your lips, cutting off your anxious rambling. “Doll…”

Your laugh drifted away with the wind, your thumb caressing his cheek. “Yes, Buck?”

“I love you.”

Your cheeks felt as if they’d been lit on fire. You tilted your head, fully convinced you hadn’t heard him correctly. “What-”

“I love you.” He pulled you impossibly close, breath shaky as he spoke. “I’ve loved you since you broke me out of Zemo’s trap. Since you stayed in Wakanda just in case I woke up. Since you helped me break the hold Hyrda had on me. I know this is sudden, and you probably don’t-” He looked nervous, more nervous than you had ever seen him. “You don’t have to say it back, but I couldn’t go any longer without-”

“Bucky-” Your eyes welled. “Stop.”

He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “I knew it was too soon, I knew I should have-”

Standing on your tiptoes, you kissed the corner of his mouth so lightly he could have sworn it never happened. “I love you, too.”

His eyes shot open, and you basically cackled when he dove down, lips colliding messily against yours. “I’m never letting you go, Doll. I-”

“As much as I would love to continue this, we have a team of highly trained assassins after us.”

He nodded, his smile remaining steadfast as he faced the door, reloading his pistol, enemy radio chatter echoing down the corridor. “What would I do without you?”

Your worries of Bob tattling hadn’t diminished, even after you’d finished your mission report. Poor punching bag, you thought as you slammed your fists repeatedly into it. It had been on the receiving end of many an angry superhero, and now, here you were, fulfilling the prophecy your predecessors had started.

“Doll?”

Bucky.

You hadn’t told him yet. Refusing to face him, you continued your relentless attack. “Barnes.”

“Everything alright?”

You nodded. “Fine.”

“What did the punching bag do to you?” You could picture his face now, an eyebrow raised, a lazy face gracing his handsome face.

“Nothing. Just wanted to let off some steam.”

“Yeah?” You nodded, chills running up your spine as he stepped closer, his breath hitting your neck. “I can think of a few other ways to-”

“Am I interrupting something?” Bucky jumped back, and you stopped, stepping around the bag to grab your water bottle.

“Not at all.” You shrugged, refusing to meet Bucky’s gaze. “Barnes was just leaving.”

“I-” He nodded. “Yeah, I was.”

Yelena waited until the super soldier had left to speak again. “Rough night?”

You shook your head. “Not particularly.”

“Oh?” She tilted her head, glancing at the still swinging bag. “If that bag could talk-”

“What do you want, Yelena?”

“Have I hit a nerve?”

You sighed, shoulders deflating. “No, no. It’s not you.” Sitting down on the bench, you stared at the ground. “Just tired.”

“I thought you said you slept fine.”

“I did.”

You should have seen it coming, given Bob and Yelena’s relationship. Yet, you remained oblivious until it had been too late. “And how did Bucky sleep?”

“He slept-” You slapped a hand over your mouth, staring at the widow. “Bob.”

The blonde nodded, laughing to herself. “It was only a matter of time, you know.”

“I’m gonna-”

“Don’t get mad at him.” Yelena scolded you. “You knew he was going to tell me.”

“I was just leaving Bucky’s room because- because I had a question.”

“You had a question?” She laughed. “At 6:30 in the morning?”

You nodded. This was a new low. “I did.”

“For a super spy, you are a horrible liar.”

“I’m not lying.” You wondered how convincing that was. Judging from the fact that Yelena still looked highly amused, you would say it had not worked. “If that is the story you want to go with…”

“It’s not a story.” You insisted. “It’s not a story.”

Yelena nodded, her constant smirk growing larger by the second. “You said that.”

"You look radiant in this light."

You fought the urge to kiss his cheek, opting for a quick nod as you stirred your pasta. “Control yourself.”

He tilted his head. “What happened?”

“What happened?” You shrugged. “I’m not following.”

“Haven’t looked at me all day.” His tone bordered on a whine. “Did I-”

You shook your head. “Just tired, Buck.”

He smiled, still nervously scanning your face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Then can you look at me?” He leaned closer, whispering. “Please?”

“Fine.” You turned your head, glaring at your boyfriend. “Happy.”

“Immensely.” He smiled, pushing a stray lock of hair out of your face.

“Guys, do you really have to do this whole lovey dovey routine where we eat?”

You groaned, whipping your head toward Walker, who was loudly chewing an apple. “What lovey dovey routine?”

Walker gestured between the two of you, laughing. “It’s cute that you think this was some sort of secret.”

You looked back at Bucky, who had already been staring at you. “Say something.”

He nodded slowly. “Walker, if you tell anyone-”

“Bucky!” You hissed.

“What?” His arms flailed. “What do you want me to do?”

“Uh oh.” Walker laughed to himself. “Trouble in paradise?”

You both glared at the agent, yelling. “Get out!”

He raised his hands in surrender, leisurely leaving the kitchen island. “Relax, jeez.”

“Are you embarrassed of me?” Bucky practically spat out the words, like they were poison on his tongue.

“What?” You gasped, the air racing out of your lungs in record time. “Of course not-”

“Then why do you care if they know?” He whispered.

“I thought you would-” You frowned. “I’m sorry. I thought since we hadn’t told anyone, you would want it to be a secret.”

He sighed. “Well I’m sorry you thought that.”

The air was thick, uncomfortable and tense. “Are we-” You gulped, hand itching to reach out and hold his. “Are we okay?”

He shrugged. “Nothing to not be okay about.”

“Bucky…” Your eyes were tearing up. “I’m not embarrassed by you, okay?”

His eyes were trained on the tile floor. “I know.”

“I don’t think you do.” You whispered, setting the pasta spoon on the counter as you placed a gentle hand on his cheek. “Please look at me.”

“It’s fine if you are.” He muttered. “I would be-”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” You hissed. “James Buchanan Barnes, I am never, and will never, be ashamed to love you.” Your voice was firm, steady as you spoke. “Never say that again.”

“Doll-”

“James.” You reached up, kissing his cheek. “I don’t care if they know, I promise.”

“They’re going to be relentless once they find out.” Bucky sighed. “Maybe we shouldn’t tell them.”

You laughed. “I’m sure they’ll know by dinner time.”

“Why would they know by dinner time?”

You winced, leaning your head on his chest. “I forgot to tell you.”

“Forgot to tell me?” He sounded thoroughly confused. “What happened?”

“Bob.” You whispered. “Bob happened.”

Dinner was odd, to say the least. Bob was staring at his plate, Yelena was staring at Bob, and Walker decided to watch all of you like it was his own personal reality show.

Alexei went on and on about his glory days with Captain America (which never existed) while you waited for the (figurative) bomb to drop.

Bucky just ate his steak and alfredo in peace, like the unbothered person he was.

Ava had been the first to address the tension, surprisingly enough. “Something happened.”

“Huh?” You tried your best to be nonchalant.

“Something happened.” She repeated, looking around the table, settling her gaze on Bob. “What do you know?”

“What?” Bob coughed, momentarily choking on his water. “Why would I know anything-”

Ava laughed. “You haven’t looked at anyone but Yelena for an hour, Bob.”

You sighed, looking over at Bucky. “We should just tell them.”

“Are you sure?” He reached out, placing a hand on your thigh. “We don’t have to-”

“No.” You smiled, placing your hand over his. “I want to.”

“Is this about the two of you dating?” Ava’s voice cut through the chaos, effectively silencing the team.

“What?” Alexei yelled. “Dating?”

“Yes.” You nodded, cheeks growing hotter by the second. “Yes, we’re dating.”

“For how long?” Alexei sounded upset. “How long have I been kept in the dark?”

You winced, looking over at Bucky. “Six months.”

“Six months?”

Walker squeezed his eyes shut. “Alexei, please. It’s not scream worth news.”

“I would say so!” The super soldier scoffed. “True love, it is rare. And these two-” His eyes watered. “Like a butterfly, you have-”

“Dad.” Yelena interrupted. “Please.”

You smiled gratefully at Yelena before addressing Ava. “How long did you know?”

“Since the beginning.” She shrugged. “I was phasing through walls, and I accidentally-”

Your eyes grew wide, and Bucky coughed. “That’s enough.”

Bob smiled, leaning back in his chair. “I’m just glad I kept it a secret.”

You glared. “Yes, Bob. Great job not telling anyone.”

“Anyone except ‘Lena.” He nodded. “I tell her everything.”

“We know, Bob.” Bucky sighed, squeezing your hand. “We know.”

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appocalipse · 5 months ago

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hi amyyyy!! i just saw that your requests are open and i got sooo excited 🤭🤭 so if you're up for it i have a bucky request where maybe r is a little shy, sweet person and has been secretly pining after him ever since they both started living in the avengers compound, so she decides to cook dinner for him one night just to do something nice for him?? just a little fluff for our sad beautiful tragic super soldier

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"What the hell are you doing to that poor tomato?"

You whirl around from the kitchen counter, heart leaping into your throat at the unexpected sound of Bucky's voice behind you. He's standing there with an arched eyebrow, broad shoulders barely fitting through the entryway to the kitchen in the Avengers Compound, dark hair damp and wavy from a recent shower. His metal arm gleams under the bright lights as he reaches up to push his hair back from his face. Oh, man.

You shoot him a stern look, heartbeat returning to normal, and raise your tomato-covered knife in mock threat. "Don't sneak up on me like that," you warn. "I could've cut myself."

"I didn't exactly sneak," Bucky protests. "The floor squeaks like crazy in here."

"But you move like a cat...maybe I should put a bell on you."

He grins at that, the flash of teeth so unexpected that it leaves you blinking for a moment, mesmerized by the way it lights up his whole face in a gentle way completely at odds with his hard-edged features. "You think you could put a bell on me?"

He probably didn't mean to make that sound as flirtatious as it came out, you decide. The man can't help it if he's naturally devastating.

"I could, you know," you maintain, recovering your equilibrium with effort. You're generally hopelessly enamored with Bucky Barnes, but you do have some self-respect and you intend to keep it that way. "If I wanted to. But right now, I'm fighting with this poor, defenseless tomato."

He takes this as an invitation (which it absolutely wasn't; your limbs seem to lose their ability to function when he gets too close to you, you've noticed) and strides over to peer at the cutting board like you're conducting a vitally important experiment. "Looks like it's losing," he comments. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Uh...no. No, I—actually, I was making something for you, but now I think you don't deserve it."

You take a step back from him and his broad shoulders before your brain can melt into a useless puddle.

He glances at you like you've grown a second head. "For me?"

"Yeah, I thought—well, I like cooking. And Steve told me that you used to really like his mom's spaghetti when you were kids, so I thought—what? What's that look for?"

Bucky's still staring at you like he's never seen you before. His eyes are very blue and very disarming. "I just didn't know you liked to cook."

"You, uh, you don't have to eat it or anything if—if you don't want to," you manage, unsure how to respond to this odd reaction other than with a dash of humor, which you tend to default to in awkward situations. "I won't be offended."

"I'm not saying I don't want it." He sounds genuinely taken aback. "Of course I want it, who wouldn't want it? I just...I didn't know you cared about what I liked."

You consider pointing out that you do, in fact, care very much about what he likes, given that you've been pining for him in your quiet, hopeless way ever since he joined the Avengers team and made every brain cell you own spontaneously combust...but that would beat the point of your silly, juvenile crush remaining a secret. "Well, there's lots of things you don't know about me," you joke instead.

"I'd like to know more," he says.

It sounds surprisingly earnest. You're not sure what to do with that.

"You're only saying that because I'm making you food," you tease, defaulting to the safety of flippancy yet again. If Bucky knew how thoroughly and embarrassingly you've lost your heart to him, things would get really awkward, really fast, and you'd be forced to quit your job and move to a cabin in the Alaskan wilderness to live in lonely solitude.

Bucky gives you a small (and, of course, unfairly disarming) smile and leans his hip against the counter, hands tucked in his pockets as he regards you from underneath a sweep of dark hair. "I'm serious."

Your nerves feel like they're vibrating. "I'm really not that interesting," you insist, quickly putting the chopped tomatoes into a pot on the stovetop. You've already got onions and garlic sauteing, adding to the scent of warm tomato paste that's slowly coming together. "You'd get bored of me really fast if we hung out."

"I doubt that."

Is it your imagination or is there a slightly suggestive undertone to his words? "Bucky—"

He shakes his head, as though to cut you off. "How can I help?"

You look at him blankly. He seems very tall, standing this close to you, and warm, and solid, and his eyes are bluer than the sky outside, and the smell of him—a clean, masculine scent with a hint of cedarwood—is making your thoughts get jumbled up and skip tracks.

"Do you want me to stir the sauce or something?" he asks patiently, not looking like he minds standing here staring at you while you drool over him. Maybe he's having fun, you think, under all that quiet solemnity.

You find your tongue. "Yes. I mean no, no, that's okay. You can sit down and relax."

"I don't really do relaxing."

"Everyone should do relaxing."

Bucky gives a small huff of amusement, something close to a laugh. You catch yourself before you can stare at him in gooey-eyed adoration and focus on stirring the sauce, which is just beginning to bubble in the pot, releasing a rich scent into the air.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be—to make you uncomfortable," Bucky says abruptly. "I'm not good at...small talk. Or conversation in general. It's been a while."

"Since you've talked to someone?"

"No, since I've tried to hit on someone."

Your eyes widen. Bucky seems amused at your reaction, although his expression is back to its usual quiet, watchful look, with only the tiniest glint of humor in his blue eyes giving him away.

You could be misreading it, though.

But you're pretty sure you're not misreading it.

"Doll, you're burning the sauce."

"Shit!"

You turn back to the stovetop and jerk the saucepan away from the burner. The bottom of the sauce is definitely sticking to the pot, charred and smelling smoky, a dramatic change from its formerly bright red, succulent state that it had been when you last checked it five minutes ago.

How long have you been standing here silently staring at the pot? "Dammit." You grab a spoon and try to scrape the charred sauce off the bottom of the pot, wincing at the scraping sound. "Dammit."

Bucky's quiet chuckle sends goosebumps over your skin. "Dammit?"

"This was supposed to be a nice gesture," you lament, looking forlornly at the ruined sauce. "I—"

He plucks the spoon from your hand with a deft twist of his metal fingers, his body so close to yours that you can feel the warmth radiating from him and smell the cedar scent of him again. "You're really adorable when you're flustered."

Your jaw drops. Bucky smiles at your expression, dipping the spoon into the pot of sauce to take a small taste, then reaching past you to add a dash of something from a bottle on the countertop.

"B-bucky, I didn't—what are you doing?"

He takes another spoonful of sauce and holds it up in front of your face, cupping his hand underneath the spoon so it doesn't drip onto the floor. "Here, taste."

"That's for you."

"Taste."

You reluctantly take a small taste, because it's spaghetti sauce and you have absolutely no willpower where Bucky Barnes is concerned. "I burned it."

"Only the bottom," he says, dropping the spoon into the sink with a clatter. When you blink at him, he lifts his shoulders in a shrug, suddenly looking almost shy. "I, uh, I've learned to cook a few things when I was in Wakanda."

"I kind of feel like my self-esteem just took a massive blow," you murmur. "I tried—what? What are you doing?"

Bucky has spun you around to face the stovetop again, standing behind you and reaching over your head to stir the sauce again. The solid warmth of his chest is pressed against your back, and you have to lock your knees so they don't give out on you. He's really, really tall. And warm. And smells amazing.

"Helping," he murmurs, ducking his head to (oh God oh God oh God) speak the word in your ear, his breath ruffling your hair.

Somehow, you feel like it's much more than that.

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masked-daydream · 24 days ago

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Ok so you did the one when us the reader is pregnant, what if the reader had the baby?? What would think the Dateables would do?? How would they help the reader??

DATE EVERYTHING! SCENARIOS

Single! Pregnant! Mom Reader! x Dateables CONTINUATION

Single! Mom Reader x Dateables

Baby & Dateables

Part 1, Part 2, Reggie's Part

Due to popular Demand, I have finally made a part 2 of this particular scenario, but this time it will feature after the Reader gave birth. So here's a treat everyone 😁 who wanted a continuation.

The Baby will be refered to as they/them or genderless for now, it's up to you on what they're gender is.

"You know...I haven't been breastfed as a child..." Tony wiggled his eyebrows as he looks at you while feeding your newborn.

You just narrowed your eyes at him then flicked his forehead, which he responded by a resounding yelp.

You then remind him of his current task on making sure that the newly built crib that he made is safe for your child. Which he immediately went to check on again.

It's been a few days passed ever since you gave birth to your little miracle. And you still remember the reactions of the objects when your water broke.

You giggled remembering that time as you slightly remembered Florence appearing and ordering Phoenicia to call the ambulance, as Celia is consoling you and calling someone to carry you to Koa. Farya teaching you breathing exercises and Teddy helping you calm your nerves until the ambulance came.

You vaguely remember leaving the dateviators to someone as the paramedics took you to the hospital where you gave birth.

Fast Forward when you finally got home carrying your newborn to your home. You saw the dateviators in the couch and remembered about the others.

As you put them on you're immediately surrounded by the objects asking you if you're ok and also about the baby as well. As you show them your little pride of joy in your arms there worries turned into relief as they cooed in the appearance of your newborn.

Then you remember Dorian, Farya and Celia controlling the crowd telling them to see you in another time to not overwhelm you as Dorian took you into his arms bridal style with your baby in your chest to bring you to your bedroom. You told Dorian that you could just walk to your bedroom but he insisted in carrying you so Farya could check on you and the baby.

You feel bad about leaving them while you're in the hospital but Celia told you not to worry about them and they understood the circumstances of your birth and they have been preparing your return while you're in the hospital.

You then smile as Dorian settled you into Betty as she and Mateo already prepared the other side of the bed with a blanket and small pillows to put your baby in.

After Farya's done with her check up in which she concluded that you are both healthy which you and the others are thankful for. she then excused herself and the Mayor as they went back to their respective places.

Then you feel yourself getting lighthearted as you watch your newborn rest. as the fears since you've returned melt away as you remembered the objects care for you which will soon be applied to your newborn as well.

You smile fondly remembering that time, as you sat in a chair near your bedroom as you began rocking your child to sleep again after they are done suckling.

Then you felt Chairemi coo at your newborn admiring their adorable face as Curt & Rod manifested to talk about your baby in hushed whispers as to not disturb your child.

A new surprise then happened when you thought that the ability to see the objects can only happen with the dateviators on. But you were surprised when your baby first opened their eyes and smiled at the first object they set their eyes upon in the middle of the night.

Which is Mateo who was very much shocked as he slowly let's one of his fingers close to the baby which they grabbed and cooed. Which made his heart swell with cuteness.

He then informed you and the others regarding this information which the other objects took in with excitement at the new revelation.

Because of that as time passes in your household all objects have settled a new routine with you and your baby. With nearly all of them being willing babysitters everytime you need to focus on your work or needing a break.

For example, whenever your child cries as they noticed you're gone when they woke up, they would immediately be calmed down by either Betty, Teddy, Dorian or Ben-Hwa who despite being a very bold is surprisingly good at calming down your baby with their smooth voice and calm demeanor.

Some objects immediately step in to carry your baby when they wake up so they could hang-out with them. With explicit instructions from you on how to carry your child.

Some objects would carry your child to let them in on some very child-safe activities which will be monitored by Dorian or Wallace to make sure your child is safe and also meeting their needs whenever they needed it.

Some activities which includes The Hanks letting the little house homie watch some of their stunts as the baby laughs in excitement at the group being boisterous and fun.

In the Home Gym, when the baby will eventually will be passed on by each of the objects in the Gym, Each of them either talking to the baby about their activities with Kristof telling the baby on how they will be a strong warrior someday, With Dunk and Shelley probably trying to teach the baby on how to crawl or roll over to impress you and with Stepford on which your baby immediately took a liking to him from how shiny he looks and looking at the Trophy with wonder.

Sometimes the objects in the attic will come down and look after your little love, infact some of them are very good babysitters.

Lady Memoria will reminisce and talk to you (if you're present) and your baby about your similarities and will also use some of your old toys from back when you were a kid for your baby.

Infact she probably was the one who helped you organized some old stuff from your attic to be reused or gifted to your child. Which you will be grateful for.

Sophia may come off as a suprise when being a babysitter for your child. You thought that since she despises disobedience she will be very annoyed at your baby who can't even comprehend things yet.

But you were shock on how good she is when she strutted in your office, carrying your baby who looks quite calm despite the big oversized black sunglasses in their eyes in her arms demanding you where you keep your child's formula and bottles so she could bottle-feed them.

You later found out that she was basically Monique's parental figure since she also can be a bit protective as her duty as a safe.

Speaking of Monique she is also quite helpful in doing some budgeting for your baby's needs and also for some reason, decides to teach your baby about how finances and budgeting works which your child just looks at them cutely while sucking on their pacifier.

And there is also Hector who pretty much cherishes your baby holding them in a way that a good father should. With his calming voice and loving demeanor which made him one of the best babysitters in your household.

At some point just like how Dunk and Shelley are trying to teach your child on how to roll or crawl on their own. There will be a little competition on who could teach/help your baby on achieving their very firsts so they could impress you.

With Phoenicia and Lady Memoria being there to take pictures and memories for every first achievement your baby does which is kinda wholesome.

Like with the Kitchen crew where the moment there's a green light on your baby being ready for solid foods they will be the very first to feed them.

As you sat in one of the Dining room chairs with your daughter/son in your lap you see Mitchell and the others preparing various foods for your child to try, you can't help but feel happy as you see their eagerness for another milestone for your child.

As they are done preparing the various foods each of them take turns on making your baby try some of the foods which includes some fruit and vegetable puree, infant cereals and more...

On which of them take in on every reaction your child makes to each food and making sure that they are not allergic to any food. Sometimes your child's reaction made them laugh like the one where Freddy made them try their first lemon slice which made say a few 'awws' and giggles as your child recoiled from the sour.

Then during bath time or change time you see Jean-Loo being the expert on changing the diapers on your baby whenever they poop or pee themselves which kinda makes sense.

And then there's Rebel who was warned by multiple dateables to watch their language whenever their around your baby. Which they are very annoyed by which is why they try to avoid your baby whenever it's bath time.

But unfortunately your baby quite likes them for some reason. infact whenever they see Rebel they start reaching out their little baby arms to them and cooing like their asking them to carry or just wanting to touch their yellow wing-like arms.

And as much as Rebel wants to leave they can't help but stay, cause the baby starts crying in fear of their favorite rubber ducky leaving. Which some of the other objects in present giggle and tease Rebel about it which will they respond with a glare or a hidden middle finger.

As some objects volunteer in being babysitters each have their own way on making sure your baby is taken care of. whether it will be them talking about their hobbies or just overall doing odd stuff to make sure your baby doesn't cry.

For example, You see some gossipy objects like Wyndolyn, Curt & Rod, Bathsheba, Scandalabra and Tina include your baby in their whenever the do a little gossip, one of them will hold your child in your lap as they talk. They would occasionally ask your baby something which the baby then respond in random babbles and sounds. Which they respond in "I know right?!" , "Preach it little man" , "Oh you are Soo right!" surrounding your child in laughs and entertainment on which your baby enjoys.

Some Calmer objects with good aura and a approachable presence are very good in keeping your child asleep.

Which include Teddy (obviously) in which your baby made him their favorite napping spot because of their storytelling, Betty, Koa, Able, Stefan and Gaia whom are also good napping spots when they're being carried.

And for your child's development and creativity Lyric, Keyes, Rainey, Miranda, Mac, Artt and Telly will help with your child's learning and artistic development.

As Keyes, Miranda and Rainey sing and perform for you and your Baby you see your darling's eyes grow wide with wonder as they smile and babble when those three performed.

Which is kinda funny as your child also reacts the same way when Johnny Splash and Jean-Loo performs as well.

Telly will make sure to show your child some educational and fun shows. None of those brainrot stuff. Infact there is a chance your baby will be shown some songs from Gracie's corner or shown some cartoon like Bluey or turn on some old cartoons like The Backyardigans. Your child will definitely grow up to be creative 😊

As your Child learns how to dance because of the shows and music televised by Telly, their little arms and legs waving in excitement while laughing. They will be joined by Bodhi who starts to dance and sing with your child.

Speaking of Creativity as they are exposed to Lyric and Artt they will soon learn on how to create art and stories. There will be a time where your child show you their creativity; either through a painting/drawing of you and them or a story that they made by themselves.

This will help them in their critical thinking skills in the future as both Chance and Parker and the rest of the Office Crew whenever they have one of their G&G game sessions. Sometimes they even let your baby join as an adorable character in each sessions.

There will be some objects who can get a bit protective. Like Bobby Pinn who at first will be all tough and uncaring at first saying that a baby is not that useful in a criminal empire.

Then you saw them crying while holding the baby as they cuddle them. Saying that they'll protect them no matter what. 🥹

Like Captain Jaques Pierrot who have decided to promote your child as his 'cabin boy' which sooner or later will be the 'first mate' of his crew. Despite the odd titles he gave to your daughter/son, Jaques will hold your baby gently as they interact with his eye patch wearing chick. Who your baby loves to touch it's fluffy feathers.

As the night falls and everyone lay to rest including you, Your baby will dream of Nightmare but this nightmare will not scare them. Oh no, infact Nightmare herself cherishes your little spawn as your baby looks at them with no fear as they smile, letting your little spawn laugh as they play with her various heads and arms, each eyes looking at your beloved spawn with fondness.

At some point each night you woke up urgently as you hear your baby cry. As you approach them to feed- you see a white shirtless figure already doing it.

Doug holds your baby in his arms talking to them with that deadpan voice of his on how they nearly woke up the entire household with their cries, making the others think that their hurt but no, you're just hungry. Doug says as he holds the milk bottle in his other hand as he talks to your child with no malice despite the words. You just smile fondly, That even Existential Dread himself can exist for your child without the feeling itself.

At some point you get confused, lost and wonder on how you can raise the little human. Despite the others saying that they will help you in any way they can nearly all of them have no experience in babies well except for one.

Mikey Transaction will guide you in childcare in anyway he can, as he got 3 kids himself. He is also one of the best babysitters in the home easily making your child laugh and relax and maybe someday he'll introduce you to his Kids as well.

Another contender for being good with childcare is Winnifred as she makes sure that every bath time the water is in perfect temperature. As she joins in the bath with you as she hugs you like a lover as you both make sure your baby is clean including yourself. And also making sure that every baby bottle or pacifier is sterilized and the milk formula will be warm enough for your baby.

During the time after you gave birth you will probably get a video call or text from your dearest friend Sam as she demands pics of your child and also will join you in shopping with your child as sooner or later will call her Auntie Sam.

As time passes with each day hearing laughter and feeling love, as your child grows up with the love and care they deserve. You begin sigh watching them hangout with various objects and concepts in the house each caring for your baby in their own unique way

You thought to yourself that you will be alone, being scared of the growing life inside of you. But as you watch your beloved child smile all your worries melt away.

As you feel someone's arms hold you in your waist you remember that you are no longer alone. As you have your friends and lovers beside you with your baby. You know that you will never feel that you're not enough ever again.

After all Home is where the heart is- as each day is filled with the love you have for your child and family.

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satellite-evans · 5 months ago

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Panic

a/n : enjoy whatever this is lol

Warnings : fluff, giving birth

Lando had spent years perfecting his ability to handle high-pressure situations. Split-second decisions at 200 miles per hour? No problem. Dodging crashes? Easy. Keeping calm when his entire race strategy was turned upside down? He could manage that.

But nothing—absolutely nothing—had prepared him for this.

“OH MY GOD, THIS IS HAPPENING,” Lando screeched, pacing frantically around the hospital room as you gripped the bedrails, wincing through another contraction.

You turned your head toward him, sweat dripping down your forehead. “Lando, I swear to God—”

“I mean, I knew it was happening, obviously! Because that’s how babies work! But it’s really happening! Like right now!” Lando continued, running a shaky hand through his already-messy curls. “What if I say something stupid? What if I do something wrong? What if I—”

“You already are!” you snapped, gripping his hand with a force that made his knees buckle.

Lando yelped, barely holding himself together. “Okay, okay, you’re doing great, babe! So great! Best labor I’ve ever seen!”

The nurse beside you stifled a laugh. “Dad’s looking a little pale.”

“Oh, he does that,” you muttered through gritted teeth.

Lando gasped. “I do not!”

Your head snapped toward him, eyes wild. “Lando, you gag when you had to change my nieces diaper. You nearly fainted when I had my blood drawn last week.”

He flinched. “That was… different! That needle was huge! Like a sword!”

The nurse snorted. “I’ve seen toddlers handle that better.”

Lando opened his mouth to argue, but your sharp inhale of pain cut him off. Instantly, his expression softened, panic giving way to concern. He dropped to his knees beside the bed, gripping your hand in both of his. “Hey, hey, I’m sorry. I’m here. I’m right here, love.”

You squeezed his hand—this time, just for comfort—and met his eyes. “I know.”

For a brief moment, the room quieted. The contractions were getting stronger, closer together. You knew this meant you were almost there, but exhaustion was beginning to weigh on you.

Lando noticed. “You got this, okay?” His voice was softer now, steadier. “Just think of it like a race. Last few laps. You’re leading. You just need to push to the finish line.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “Did you just compare childbirth to a race?”

“I panicked,” he admitted sheepishly. “But… was it a good metaphor?”

You gave him a tired smile. “It wasn’t terrible.”

Before he could respond, the doctor clapped their hands. “Alright, Mom, you’re fully dilated. It’s time to push.”

Your heart pounded. This was it. Months of waiting, of preparing, of wondering what this moment would feel like—

And now, it was here.

Lando felt the shift in your energy, and instantly, he was back to full panic mode. “Okay. Okay! It’s happening! It’s really happening!” He turned to the doctor. “What do I do?! Where do I stand?! Do I—do I hold her leg? Do I—oh my god, do I catch the baby?!”

The doctor didn’t even blink. “Dad, just stand where you are and try not to pass out.”

Lando’s face paled even more. “Pass out? Who said anything about passing out?”

The nurse handed him a paper bag.

Lando stared at it in horror. “Oh my god, do people actually—”

“Lando!” you cut him off, your voice sharp with pain. “Less talking, more hand-holding!”

“Right, right! I got you, babe, I got you.” He quickly took your hand, bracing himself—

Then the nurses adjusted the bed, helping you sit up—

And as you moved into position, your elbow swung back—

—And smacked Lando directly in the forehead.

The entire room went silent.

Lando staggered back, clutching his head. “I’m okay! I’m okay!” he announced, though his eyes were definitely unfocused, and he was swaying like a driver who just took Eau Rouge at full speed with no grip. “You have no idea how much that hurts, though.”

The medical staff just stared at him.

No one spoke.

Lando blinked. “What?”

You, in the middle of active labor, shot him a look so sharp it could have cut through steel. Your voice was dangerously calm. “Lando.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re complaining about a little boo boo while I’m pushing a human out of my body.”

He gulped. “Right. Not about me. Got it. Carry on.”

The nurse patted his arm, barely holding back laughter. “Nice recovery, Dad.”

But before he could respond, the doctor’s voice cut through the moment. “Alright, Mom, one big push.”

Your breath came in short, labored gasps. Your body ached, exhaustion weighing down on you, but you knew this was it. You took a deep breath—

And pushed.

Lando held onto your hand, whispering encouragement—until he made the terrible decision of looking down.

His eyes widened. “Oh. Wow. That’s… um. That’s a lot—”

And then, like a driver who just experienced complete brake failure—

Lando hit the floor.

“Oh, for the love of—”

The doctor barely glanced at his unconscious body. “Nurse, should we wake him up?”

You, panting and literally pushing a human out of your body, groaned. “No. Let him miss it. He deserves it.”

Minutes later, as the baby’s cries filled the room, you felt a rush of relief so overwhelming it nearly brought you to tears. The doctor placed your newborn into your arms, and suddenly, nothing else mattered. The pain, the exhaustion, even your unconscious husband on the floor—it all faded away as you stared at your baby.

Tiny. Perfect. Yours.

A few minutes later, Lando groaned from the floor. “What… happened?”

“You fainted,” you muttered, still in awe as you cradled your baby.

Lando scrambled to his feet, eyes wide as he took in the scene. “Wait—wait, did I miss it?!”

The nurse smirked. “Oh, you definitely missed it.”

Lando looked genuinely devastated. “Nooo! I was supposed to be there!”

“You were there,” you teased. “Just… unconscious.”

Lando let out a dramatic sigh, running a hand through his curls before looking down at the tiny bundle in your arms. His expression softened instantly. He sat beside you, completely transfixed.

“That’s… that’s our kid,” he whispered.

You smiled. “Yeah.”

For the first time since you arrived at the hospital, Lando was completely silent. He reached out hesitantly, brushing his fingers over the baby’s tiny hand. When her little fingers curled around his, he let out a shaky laugh.

“She is so small,” he murmured.

You leaned against him, exhaustion finally catching up to you. “I know.”

Lando swallowed thickly, blinking rapidly. “I love her so much already.”

You nodded. “Me too.”

After a beat of silence, Lando sighed. “Okay, but technically, I didn’t fully faint. I was just… resting my eyes.”

You chuckled. “Lando?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and hold your baby.”

And with a sheepish grin, Lando took your child into his arms, staring at her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

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Okay, what if the boys got turned into babies/toddlers, maybe they touched a talisman. They keep their adult mentalities. They don’t tell reader so they can get snuggles, and polytrix is like “these little shits”. Chaos ensues. BTW I love your writing!!!

Little Artifacts

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: This one’s a bit of a mash up of two or more requests I’ve gotten. I’ll get around to an actual ‘baby fever’ fic soon but it’ll probably end up being a smut so… But you guys asked for some sugar after all the angst going on in my Role Reversal series so here it is!

Synopsis: You guys head back to the Hunters’ House for a weekend to really dig through all the things in the archive and see what has been gathering dust for centuries. You stumble across a strange carving though and it has some… odd abilities.

CW: Fluff, baby shenanigans, cuteness.

Word Count: 3.6k

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(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Abby = Kwan)

“Ohhh, this is cool…” You heard Zoey hum from somewhere in the archives. You guys had taken a free weekend to come back to the Hunters’ House and really dig through all the old stuff that was around the archives. There was so much stuff here that it could probably fill several museums a few times over.

“I can’t tell if this is really impressive or if Hunters are just a bunch of hoarders…” You heard Chungae muse from somewhere nearby. You were digging through a crate of fabrics, it seemed like some hanboks that the old Hunters used to wear when they performed for people.

“Both. Definitely both,” Mira called, her voice echoing slightly.

“I think some of this stuff is older than me,” Kwan added from somewhere to your right. You looked up as he came around a shelf stacked with smaller ornate boxes.

“I think some of this is older than all of us. Combined,” Jinu responded. “I’m getting hungry, what about you guys?”

“Me too,” You chimed, straightening up with a sigh. “Hey, girls, we should see if some of these old hanboks would fit us—shouldn’t let them go to waste.”

You could hear several of them coming over to group together and one by one they came around crates and shelves. Rumi came over to look in curiously, “Oh, these are in good condition,” Rumi mused as she ran her fingers over the embroidered cloth.

Zoey reached between the two of you to pull up some fabric, “Ohh, and if they don’t fit, we could repurpose the fabric!”

Hyeon came up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, it was his favorite thing to do.

“Find anything interesting, lovey?” You quietly asked him.

He shook his head, “Just some old tapestries of demons long dead…”

You hummed in response.

“Hey guys, look at this,” Kwan chimed from where he had opened one of the boxes curiously. It was a simple wooden carving of some kind of spirit or deity from long ago with a stone in the center of it. “I’ll be your idol~” He sang jokingly.

The eight of you chuckled or rolled your eyes, you walked over, taking the carving from him, “Very funny, bub. Please don’t break anything, we don’t know what this stuff is,” You chided him.

Kwan huffed, rubbing your shoulders roughly to make you giggle, “Come on, babe, it’s not like anything down here is magic or anything.”

You shrugged him off, “Come on, bub, you’re gonna make me drop it.” It was then that your thumb brushed over the stone at the center of it and your patterns reacted, glowing as the stone let off a glow in response. “Wha—“ And then you were enveloped in a cloud of magic as if you had just teleported. But when the cloud cleared, there was just a little pile of your clothes and the carving on the ground.

Rumi spoke first. “What. Did you. Do.”

“(Y/n)?” Jinu called hesitantly, looking around to see if you appeared somewhere.

Kwan was frozen, “I-I didn’t…” he stuttered, scared that he had accidentally sent you to the other side of the globe or even killed you. Shakily, he reached down to pick up your clothes, flinching slightly when the pile of fabric moved. He pulled the fabric out of the way and froze once more at the sight, his brain blue screening.

“Uhh… Guys?” Kwan called, not taking his eyes off of the little pile.

“What? Did you find her? Did you shrink her?” Zoey asked, concerned, as they wandered closer to see what he was looking at.

“Uh, in a way, I guess,” Kwan responded, a smile crawling across his face. He reached down, “Oh, you’re so fucking precious…” He cooed.

“What?” Jinu asked him as they looked down at what he was cooing at. The seven of them stopped as soon as their eyes caught on what it was.

A little face with slightly amber eyes, little fangs, small patterns, and miniature claws peered back up at them.

“Awww~” six people cooed.

“Oh no,” Rumi murmured, shaking her head to look at the others when she realized how they reacted. “Guys!”

“What?” Mira ignored her girlfriend, “She’s adorable!”

Rumi waved her arms pointedly, “She’s a baby.”

“Exactly,” seven voices chimed at once.

Little baby you, having no idea what was going on, babbled and waved your arms at the eight people above you. “Ah, ba, ba…”

“Ohh, it’s okay (Y/n), I’ve got you,” Kwan cooed, reaching down to carefully scoop you up with your adult clothes. He stood and the rest of the boys, Mira, and Zoey gathered around him to coo at you and your little face.

“Hi (Y/n)!~”

“Ohhh, I’ve never seen such little fangs!”

“She grabbed my finger!”

“Can I hold her? I wanna hold her.”

“You’re so cute.”

“She’s so tiny.”

“Lemme hold her, Kwan.”

“No, it’s my fault so my responsibility!”

“Kwan. You don’t want to find out what I’ll do if I do not get to hold her right now.”

“No…”

“Gimme the baby, Kwan.”

Rumi sighed, sliding a hand down her face as she interrupted the group before they could start arguing, “Guys we don’t know what just happened, we don’t know. If this’ll wear off or if she’s stuck like this forever!”

They stared at her blankly. Even you.

Jum pursed his lips, “Technically, she wouldn’t be stuck like this forever, she would start aging eventually.”

Rumi did not appreciate his input. “Yeah. Thank you, Jum, for that wonderful comment.”

Zoey shrugged, reaching over to take Rumi’s hand and swing it with hers, “Relax, Rumi. I’m sure it’ll be fine, it’ll probably wear off after a while. Just enjoy our time with little baby (Y/n) in the meantime!”

“Zoey…” Rumi drawled unsurely.

But then little you lit up with recognition, your arms reaching out to Rumi, “Ruru!”

And Rumi folded like a wet piece of tissue paper.

She pulled you into her arms, “Ohh, it’s okay (Y/n), sissy’s here,” she cooed and bounced you in her arms as you giggled and reached for her hair. Rumi pulled her braid around to make it easier for you.

“Let’s take her upstairs,” Hyeon chimed, looking around at all of the stuff around them with a new look in his eye. He mentally catalogue all the possible hazards for little you around.

“Yeah, maybe find something for her to eat before she starts fussing,” Mira agreed and the group made their way upstairs.

You started whining, “Ba, ba!” You waved your arms.

“Uh oh,” Chungae noted, “Think someone’s getting fussy…”

“Quick, go find something to feed her!” Zoey ushered them and the boys hurried ahead.

“Wait, what do babies eat?!”

“I don’t know!”

“Uh, how old is she?”

“Can we mush something up for her?”

Rumi chuckled as she bounced you, doing her best to keep you calm while the boys scrambled to find something for you to eat. “They’re hopeless,” Mira rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, they are,” Rumi responded. She had to admit that she was fond of the dorks though.

“Imagine how they’ll be after this, though,” Zoey chimed, bouncing along besides them, and making faces at little you to try and distract you, “I mean, I kinda want one now too~”

Rumi scoffed in amusement, even though she kind of felt the same, “Zoey…”

Mira chucked, smirking, “Maybe baby fever really is contagious,” she snarked. Just as they entered the kitchen to see the mess the guys were making. Jinu and Chungae were digging through the fridge and the cabinets, piling whatever fruits or vegetables they found on the counter where Jum, Hyeon, and Kwan were cutting and mashing or blending them and putting them in different bowls.

“Guys, she doesn’t need that much to eat,” Rumi looked at them dumbly.

Jinu looked up innocently, “Yeah, but we didn’t know what she would want, if she couldn’t eat anything as a baby, if she got fussy…” Jinu trailed off, putting a container of strawberries on the counter. “I think that’s everything,” He noted proudly.

“What are we supposed to eat now too? The food mush that she doesn’t eat?” Mira snarked, picking up a bowl and a spoon, stirring the banana mush around.

“Why not?” Hyeon responded.

“Here, baby (Y/n), try this~” Chungae coos, a bowl of carrot mush in one hand, and a spoon waving at you in the other. You watched the spoon, your eyes wet and teary as you cooed. He pushed the spoon into your mouth as you were distracted watching it. “Do you like it? Yummy yummy~”

You spat it at him.

“Pfft…!” Kwan was the first to break down into laughter at the sight of Chungae sprayed with orange carrot mush and baby spit. The rest broke down at the same time. Baby you giggled along at the sound of so much laughter.

“Oh you think that’s funny, baby?” Chungae couldn’t help but smile at your little laughs.

“Try some of the fruits,” Jum suggested once the chortles had died down, leaning against the counter to watch Chungae keep trying. He was kind enough to toss him a towel though.

“Let me try!” Zoey cheered, grabbing the closest fruity smelling bowl and a spoon. “Here, (Y/n), open up for the choo-choo train! Choo-choo!”

How was it that a baby could look so unamused as you did right now.

“No?” Zoey pouted. You didn’t even open your mouth.

“I’ll try,” Mira said, hip bumping her girlfriend out of the way as she held up a spoonful of banana mush to you. “Come on, (Y/n), know you’re hungry.”

Your eyes started watering and you started hiccuping, “No. No no no, don’t do that! It’s just food!”

You kept crying and Rumi bounced you again, narrowing her eyes at Mira, “Mira…”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Guys, please,” Rumi told them, “I love her but my arms are getting tired…”

“I’ll try next!” Kwan volunteered, coming around the counter with a bowl of blueberry mash. “Come on, (Y/n), I know you’re my little angel, open up for me~” He cooed in a high pitched baby voice.

Your face twisted. You started crying again with a vengeance.

Kwan froze, his face terrified. “I think she’s broken.”

Mira smacked his shoulder, “She’s not broken, you idiot. I think she’s just… picky.”

They turned when they heard your crying stop and instead the little sound of happy claps. While they were distracted, Hyeon had taken you from Rumi as the girl rolled her shoulders and Jum was feeding you a bowl of blended up strawberries and honey. You were smiling and clapping happily even as excess mush dribbled down your chin, Jum wiped it away softly with a little smile.

The two looked up when they realized how quiet the kitchen had gotten. “What?”

Rumi shook her head, “How about we make smoothies out of the rest of this for us and find some other food or something?”

They looked at the few dozen bowls on the counter full of different types of vegetable and fruit purée or mush. “Sounds good.”

Once you were done eating, Jinu took his chance to grab you while the others were busy cooking in the kitchen and brought you to the den where Derpy and Sussie were relaxing. He sat in front of Derpy with you in his lap, “Look, (Y/n), it’s Derpy! Say ‘hi Derpy!’” He cooed, waving your little arm for you as you babbled.

Derpy looked at you curiously, rumbling as he leaned forward. You stared back, your mouth open in awe at the big, fluffy animal in front of you. You bopped his nose with your hand, making Derpy recoil and go cross eyed for a moment. You giggled. Derpy leaned forward again, pushing you with his face and you tumbled back into Jinu’s lap with a delighted shriek. Jinu almost had a heart attack.

“Gentle, Derpy, gentle,” he chided the tiger softly, helping you sit back up.

He watched carefully as you crawled over to Derpy and began climbing over the tiger, Derpy letting you. You giggled and babbled as you crawled over the tiger and settled on his large head, looking down into his eyes with a gummy smile.

Chungae, having been sent to bring Jinu his smoothie, cooed softly and whipped out his phone to take a million photos and a few hundred videos of the adorable sight.

“I want one…” Chungae muttered as he joined Jinu to watch you play with the tiger, Sussie watching, bored from up above but keeping a close eye on you.

“I know, me too…” Jinu agreed, leaning his cheek on his fist as he watched you fondly. He wanted to do a million and one things with you like this but he didn’t know where to start. He settled for this for now, watching Derpy turn to lay on his back, you on his stomach, giggling up a storm. You were a surprisingly happy baby.

“Here guys.” They turned to accept the plates handed to them with thanks as the others joined them in the den to coo and watch you play with the tiger while they ate. “That’s safe, right?”

“Yeah, Derpy wouldn’t hurt her,” Jinu reassured Rumi.

“Ohhh, maybe we should color with her!” Zoey bounced excitedly, ideas of baby activities flying through her head at light speed. “Or we can dig up some of the baby clothes around here and have her do a little fashion show! Or we can fill the tub and watch her splash around for a bit! Or—“

Mira cut the excited girl off. “Babe, I think you’re tiring her out already,” Mira nodded over to where your eyes were getting heavy while nuzzling into Derpy’s fur. You yawned. Hyeon was the first to ditch his half empty plate and scoop you into his arms, plopping onto the couch with you on his chest.

“Dude,” Jum pouted, “Come on…”

Hyeon didn’t care. He just hushed them and hummed under his breath, watching as your eyes got heavier and heavier until you were asleep on his chest. Jinu, Kwan, Jum, and Chungae gathered closely to watch your little sleeping face.

By the time you woke up, you were an adult again with no memories of what happened and completely naked.

~~~

“What is this thing anyway?”

The nine of you had returned to the archives after you had eaten and gotten dressed—not in that order. You had no memories of what had happened but apparently you had turned into a baby…?

“We should probably label it as dangerous and put it away…” You told them. Jinu was on your left, your hand in his as he traced nonsensical patterns on the back of it. Kwan was on your right, rubbing your shoulder apologetically, still feeling guilty for causing whatever had happened to you.

Zoey was carefully twisting the carving in her hand, even brushing her thumb over the same stone at its center only to yield no change. She had reasoned that she didn’t care if she spent a few hours as a baby.

“I don’t know…” Zoey murmured, twisting it over in her hands over and over again. “It doesn’t do anything when I touch it. Maybe it's a one and done thing.”

Rumi looked at her girlfriend with poorly concealed worry, “(Y/n)’s right, Zoey, let’s just pack it away and put a caution label on it.”

“Lemme see, maybe it only reacts to demon patterns,” Jinu chimed, holding his hand out for the carving. “We should figure out what it is before we pack it away.”

Hyeon grabbed it when Zoey offered it out, going to pass it over to Jum, Kwan put his hand on it too to move it along, Chungae reached over without a thought to help as well, and Jinu put a hand on it as well to take it. They weren’t sure who, but someone must have brushed against the stone because suddenly the stone glowed and all their patterns reacted, glowing as well. And then there was a poof and there were five less men in the circle.

Rumi, Mira, and Zoey facepalmed, not even having to see to know that there were now five babies with them. You—who hadn’t experienced the baby phase the last time—immediately cooed as the cloud cleared and you caught sight of five big pairs of eyes in little baby faces peering back at you.

“Awww, babies!~” You cooed,a smile spreading across your lips. You scooped Jinu and Kwan into your lap, the closest ones to you.

However, the one thing that differed between your sudden transformation and the boys’ was that they were fully mentally aware of what was going on. Maybe because it was five transformed at once and not just one but they knew that they were now in tiny, cute little bodies and they were going to milk it for your attention.

Hyeon, Chungae, and Jum quickly crawled over to you, waving their arms, babbling, and making grabby hands at you. You were none the wiser, “Ohhh, you guys are so precious! Oh, I want one…” You carefully laid down on your stomach so you could give them plenty of attention.

Jinu was patting your cheeks with his little hands, exploring your face with soft babbles. Kwan was tugging your fingers this way and that, shaking your hand to try and get you to focus on him and play. Hyeon was curled up like a lazy cat in the crook of your neck. Chungae was tugging on your hair, liking the texture of it running through his little fingers as he babbled with fascination. Jum was bouncing on his little baby butt, surprisingly also with demon features like little fangs and claws, small patterns running the length of his arms and legs, his skin tinted unnaturally and his eyes glowing a soft amber.

“Oh, I now see why everyone thought my baby fangs and claws were so cute, you’re just so adorable, Jum~” You cooed, nuzzling your nose against his to listen to him giggle.

Rumi, Mira, and Zoey saw right through the guys—well, Rumi and Mira did for sure. They remembered the empty headed, innocent look in your eyes from when you were a baby just a few hours ago. These five babies were way too aware of what was going on around them. When you moved, their gazes snapped to you. When one of them had more of your attention, they noticed and acted just that much cuter until your attention was on them.

“Alright,” Rumi sighed, “Let’s head back upstairs for the next few hours. At least they don’t have to eat.”

You got up to your knees when the five started whining, their eyes shining as they made grabby hands at you. “Aww, I’m sorry guys but I can only carry one—two max—of you guys at a time…” It kind of broke your heart that you didn’t have enough arms to carry all of them at once. Why couldn’t you have five or six arms? This was a crime.

“Okay,” Mira rolled her eyes, grabbing the closest baby despite their cries. “Let’s go.” It was Chungae. And he was not happy. Pouting and pushing at her face and waving his arms at you to try and convince you to take him.

Rumi grabbed Kwan, Zoey grabbed Jinu—both of whom made their unhappiness very clear—which left you with Hyeon and Jum, who were both smugly happy that they were the ones cradled in your arms. Of course, it was a little disconcerting to be so tiny and being carried in someone’s arms, but they loved it nonetheless.

Carefully, you followed your sister and her girlfriends back up the stairs you had only just come down. You all went into the den and the girls waited for you to sit down on the ground before placing the three fussy babies in their arms around you. They immediately changed their tune as you gave them attention.

“Okay, I love you all,” You mused to them, “But I have no idea how and not enough hands to give all of you attention…”

The five little faces pouted up at you as if they understood you—Chungae even threw in a lip wobble for good measure. You wiggled your fingers at them with a coo, “Oh, but I’m sure the boys’ll give me one soon if I ask for it~”

Their brains short circuited for a moment, making them topple over with how weak their baby bodies were without focus. Yes. Yes they would.

“Aw, I love you guys so much~” You cooed, oblivious to their mental battle as you lifted Hyeon into the air and blew a raspberry into his tubby little belly. He giggled and it was the loudest thing you’d ever heard leave his lips. You laughed along with him.

The other four weren’t having any of it though, whining to get your attention, waving their arms in the universal signal for ‘I want up.’ So you snorted, “Gosh, you guys are needy babies, huh? Alright, one at a time!” You lifted them into the air one by one, cooing and making little noises of excitement for them.

Mira, Rumi, and Zoey watched from the couch. “Do you think she’ll figure out that they’re playing her?” Mira asked her two girlfriends as they cuddled together.

“Wait, what?” Zoey blinked up at her.

Rumi answered, “Maybe when they turn back and realize they keep acting awkward with her.”

“Nevermind that,” Zoey shook her head, “Can I have one? I really really want one,” Zoey pouted, looking up at her girlfriends with wide, gleaming puppy dog eyes.

Rumi hummed, “Hmmm…” She pursed her lips in thought for a moment. “Maybe.” She pressed a kiss to both Mira and Zoey’s foreheads as the latter cheered quietly.

A/N: Can you guys tell that I don’t spend a lot of time with babies?

Outtakes:

You: *random baby babble*

Jum: *Nodding his head, listening intently* “Mmm, I see what you mean.”

You: *more baby babble*

…

You: “You guys were such adorable little babies~”

Saja Simps: *still thinking about how you said you wanted babies*

Saja Simps: *strained smiles* “Oh yeah? Do you have any pictures?”

You: *pulling out your phone* “Mmm, yeah, I wanted to put it through a program with my baby pictures to see what our babies would look like.”

Saja Simps: *bluescreening* “You’ll show us, right.”

…

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