#Baby fever has hit me HARD and FAST

[forwomenbiwomen]

please excuse me 😭🙏

[wyvernest]

mating szn

part 1 (part2)

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!gf!reader

warnings: smut, fluff, scent marking, primal play, rutting miguel, possessiveness, reader is ovulating

summary: miguel comes home feeling extremely needy

You're preparing dinner when you hear the opaque glass doors of your shared mansion open for your lover to come in. It's almost midnight, and it doesn't take you longer than a few seconds to realize how tired he has to be.

Miguel walks into the open kitchen, frowning. 

"Baby! I missed you!" You jolt to him, pans clattering dangerously as you throw them aside, careful enough not to ruin your work but swiftly enough to get to him as fast as possible.

You curl your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes, pressing your chest flush against his hard pecs. His hands grab at your hips, absentmindedly and by habit.

"What's wrong?". You place a gentle, loving hand on his cheek, trying to meet his gaze. But he's not looking at you. His eyes are darting all over your face and body, brows still creased. 

He could feel it, your scent. A collection of the whole day, everything you've done. The food, the places you've been. He feels like it's been so long since this morning, when he woke up beside you, kissing along your neck. 

He feels a surge of blood rush from his heart and through his lucidity, a shot of adrenaline inexplicably taking over him.

You don't smell of him anymore. Anger bubbles in his chest as he thinks of all the people you must've talked to around HQ, who didn't smell his strong musk on you, who had no idea you belonged to him.

He's never felt like this before. He brushes the unfamiliar feeling aside for a moment, grounded by the silent plea in your eyes.

"I'm good. Just a bit tired." He brushes wild strands of baby hairs out of your face, finally matching the loving look you've greeted him with from the start.

He leaves you to finish the meal and steps into the shower, hoping that an ice cold stream would cool him down. Only it doesn't do anything but worsen the situation.

The second he feels the water spray hit his body, he flinches, unlike the usual relief he gets. His skin is abnormally feverish, the ghost of your body in his arms taunting him further into madness. He soon finds himself desperate to get out, to be reunited with you and the warmth only you could ever provide for him.

Images of your supple body breaking in his embrace flood his already lust crazed mind against his better judgment, and he feels his cock fatten slightly at the memory.

When he takes it in his hand, he nearly starts bucking his hips into his hold, sensitive and insanely needy. He imagines you in the bathtub with him, arching your back over the edge, spreading your legs for him to pound his cock into you under the hot stream, your moans echoing and ringing into the stone tiles.

He can't take it anymore. His body aches for your touch and attention.

Exiting the shower, he pulls a pair of loose boxers up his thighs, the only thing he can tolerate with the fever that has taken hold of him so suddenly.

And then, he focuses on the image of you, standing where he left you, gently stirring in a bowl. You're wearing one of his t-shirts, draped down to the middle of your thighs and over your elbows, an oversized dress. 

He approaches you, wrapping his arms around your front and waist, dropping a fraction of his weight on your back just to keep you from moving or fighting against it. You throw your head back, closing your eyes.

His head drops to your neck, kissing here and there, exhales smoldering hot on your throat, stopping momentarily to deeply inhale your scent. Among all others, there is a distinctive smell of you, of your arousal and need for him that drives him mad.

"Wait- Miguel, let me finish this-" You protest, your creamy tone betraying your true intentions. 

He groans, kissing your naked shoulder, his hands squeezing your form in front of him. 

All tasks are ultimately abandoned as he pushes you against the counter, his defined abs hitting your back, the marble surface cold against your thighs. He presses his fat, hard cock up against your plush ass, his hands fondling your breasts through his shirt, groaning low and quiet in your ear. 

With his biceps curled and constricted around your navel, your body goes limp in his hold, trembling ever so slightly as his warm, broad palms squeeze the soft flesh of your tits. He pushes them together, massaging gently, almost experimentally. He flattens them with the heels of his palms softly, only to them constrict his fingers around them so perfectly, fondling and groping away.

"Mm- Miguel, oh-" You breathe out, finding balance on your hands, arching your back into him. You feel your core pulsate with need, swelling up under his movements. You're almost completely wrapped up in his massive body, with nowhere to go. 

And just then, you accidentally knock a knife off the counter, startled when it hits the marble floor with a loud clank. He jumps, backing up from your body. Your face is flushed, eyes half lidded, breath heavy, nipples perked under the thin cotton. Landing back to your senses, you move to bend down and pick it up.

His eyes automatically snap to your round ass and the dark wet spot on your panties that invites him so blatantly to shove his cock in between your pussy lips. 

He can't help it. He can't control himself anymore.

Balance leaves your position as you feel his rough, eager hands grip your hips, harshly pulling you back into him. The plumpness of your ass hits the girthy shaft of his cock, but before you can look for the lost balance with your hands in front of you, he thrusts his erection up against your clothed cunt, making you whine in need.

"Ay, mi amor-" His voice is rugged and satisfied, laced with a deep groan. A broad palm hits the side of your behind, making the tender flesh ripple against his hard-on. "Te necesito muchísimo ahora." (I need you so badly right now.)

You yelp, perplexed, instinctively grabbing his wrists for balance. He pulls you up with your back against his chest, splaying a cursory hand across your abdomen, sending shivers thundering down your spine and butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"Miguel!" You playfully fight against his possessive hold, "Is this your way of helping me prepare dinner?!" You free yourself, giggling and letting a wide smile take over your features. Stepping back and extending your arms in front of you in an attempt to shield yourself from him, you chuckle wholeheartedly.

Seeing you resist, he lets out a defeated exhale.

"Fine. I'll be good, lo prometo." (I promise). He motions for you to come closer and trust that he'll behave. Letting your guard down, you approach the counter, eyes fixated on his playfully.

He feels your body heat nearing him, so comfortable and tempting. The smell of you, and everything that drives him crazy about your presence alone. His breaths deepen and quicken abruptly, his cock straining in his boxers, twitching freely against the material, begging to be enveloped in your wet warmth.

He looks down at you like a panther about to pounce, waiting for the perfect moment to do so. Your smile curls wider, eyes shining with lust and a teasing playfulness. His body dwarfs yours, his shadow alone making you feel puny. His shoulders are tense, the same way they are when he's on top of you, riding you into next Tuesday.

He shifts to place a clawed hand on the counter, the sharp edged digits tapping against the surface catching your attention momentarily in the corner of your eye. He exploits the split second it takes you to look down to his arm, snapping and squatting to grab your thighs, throwing you over his shoulder.

"NO! You promised! Miguel! The food!" You try to reason, throwing any and each accusation you can think of, knowing that you definitely don't want him to drop it and leave you alone, truly. And he knows it. 

And that's when he feels it. With your ass on his bulky shoulder, he can smell it. Your arousal, dripping hot. His fat cock finally hardens completely, its monstrously girthy shaft poking through the shorts. 

You're ovulating.

Groaning ruggedly, he delivers a rough spank to your plump ass before pushing two fingers over the wet mound of your clothed pussy, running them over your slit, teasingly, collecting more of your scent.

He swears the only thing stopping him from fucking you raw right on the kitchen floor is your comfort.

"Okay! You win! Put me down, I'll let you fuck me."

Without a second thought, he places you back on the floor, hands on your hips, talons grazing your tender skin deliciously.

His eyes have reddened, pupils blown wide, exhales hot and labored. You don't want anything more than to wrap your arms around his neck, to press yourself into him, to feel his hard abdomen on your stomach, his pecs on your soft tits, his mouth on your neck.

But you want to see more of how needy he is.

You jolt to the stairs with no warning, climbing the winding wooden steps like a cat. You hear him behind you, his weight put onto each movement as he chases close behind, the staircase creaking under him.

Looking behind before reaching the hallway of the first floor of your mansion, you feel your panties dampen at the sight of the man and the sheer size of him, massive shoulders slightly hunched forward in focus and adrenaline, his height successfully making you stagger on your way to the bedroom.

divider by @cafekitsune

HOPE YALL LIKE IT IMMA CONTINUE ‼️‼️

a/n: primal play is thoroughly discussed beforehand. insisting that your partner has sex with you even after resistance without having discussed the aforementioned resistance is abusive.

[itskattkm]

I put a spell on you

Based on a request: I just read your baby fever thing and thought it was really cute. I liked how Wednesday slowly began to tolerate the idea of a child with R.

This doesn't have to be a contribution if anons of request, but could you do a short where R and Wednesday actually talk about having a kid, getting a surrogate or whatever voodoo magic the Addams family has, and then just having a heart to heart on it?

Wednesday Addams x Fem Reader

Warnings: cheesy, short smut, GiP, ritual, spell, family plans, Wednesday turning into a softy, sloppy writing, not really proof read

A/N: here it is my dear anon. Sorry for the long wait and I think it turned out way longer than I planned. Hope you enjoy it. More request are open :)

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You and Wednesday had been a couple for a few years now. You two met back then in Nevermore Academy where she basically saved the whole city. You both became a couple after tiny stolen moments between the two of you. Never would you have considered that Wednesday saw you as one of her friends. You always kept your distance but you were there if your friends needed you. So in the end you became a more important person in her second case then you actually planned and one thing came to another.

Years passed Wednesday became a well known writer but also solved the craziest crimes and caught the darkest killers just for fun. You were home in the big Victorian house you had bought with her once you two got married and moved out of the apartment you lived once’s. Wednesday was currently in her writing time. Something she still held onto. Even more after she really became a writer.

You walked slowly into her office. Hearing the sounds of her typewriter bitten one letter after another as she was working focused on her next novel.

“You’re planing to stay up all night?” You asked softly. Approaching her from behind. Looking over her shoulder and watching the words she kept hitting into the typewriter. "Mhm." Wednesday answered without looking up. "I can't get my last chapter just right." She typed a little longer. "Would you mind getting me a cup of coffee, querida mio?"

You hesitated but the fact she called you “her love” made her monotone voice sound so much softer. It was giving you some chills. After all she was Wednesday Addams. It was hard being her girlfriend sometimes but the little affection and hidden hints she gave you from time to time, they were your everything. So you made your way to the kitchen and made her an espresso with three shots as she liked or well… preferred. As you came back with the coffee and placed it on her table. Looking at her your face slightly flashed by the dimmed light in the room.

"Thank you... love" Wednesday smiled - literally her unique and rare Wednesday smile "I appreciate it. Really." She took a sip of the coffee.

"What would you do without me, hm?" She asked in her typical ironic and dry manner.

She typed some more. You chuckled about that dry joke, you should have been the one to ask her that. She wasn’t in the position to do that. Your chuckled died down in the new silence and Wednesday went back to writing. Hesitant you tried to start a conversation, ignoring how fast your heart was pushing suddenly and hoping she wouldn’t see the heat in your face. You knew her writing time was important. You may were her wife so Wednesday didn’t go hard on you when you interrupted her but still. It made you feel nervous some times.

“Wednesday can we talk?” you managed to whisper. She stopped typing for a moment and looked up, her dark eyes looking right through your soul. She was silent for a very long time before asking "Talk about what?".

began slowly and carefully “It’s been a while we had time to talk or do something together and I was thinking about something we talked about some time ago…”

Wednesday said nothing for an instant. She was silent. But then she put down the cup she had been holding as you talked.

She let her hands rest on her lap, turning fully in her chair to look at you.

"Yeah? What is it? What is it you want to say, my dear?" Wednesday asked in a very soft, comforting voice. She was clearly open to anything you might want to say. You sighed loud like you were holding so much back inside of you and took a chair nearby before sitting down beside her.

“We talked once about having kids….” My throat tightening as soon as those words left my mouth.

Wednesday blinked at the word 'kids'. She was silent for a long moment before she answered. "Yes. We did talk about that. I remember." Wednesday said very carefully. "Kids? You want children?" Wednesday asked, her voice was very low. “Well…” no more words left you as you got more nervous now. Slightly intimidated by her as mostly.

“Well… we have or jobs. Our house. We’ve been together for six years and married for two. I…” you shrugged your shoulders feeling almost dizzy, not sure what to say. How to make your point.

“I don’t Wanne wait to long Wednesday” you said softly, almost scared. Like you didn’t knew if it was okay to say this or even talk about this. But you knew you felt the urge too… maybe it was something in your nature. Your body saying that you were ready or maybe you were so madly in love with that woman that you wanted little versions of you both.

Wednesday leaned back in her chair again. She was quiet for a very long time. You waited patiently for her to say something but she only blinked. Wednesday looked at you "I'm afraid we can't have kids." Wednesday said in a very serious tone. "No children. At all. Ever." Wednesday repeated. She looked you in the eyes, her face expressionless. You leaned back as well and nodded your mind turning immediately into an auto pilot mode. But you had to admit That this was your fear as well. After all you both were woman, how was that supposed to work? For sure there were ways but deep down you knew that adoption wasn’t an option in the Addams family. Or anything else at all. You stayed calm on your face a wide understanding smile, but truth was you couldn’t hide the sadness you were sure that the smile made it even more obvious that this was going right through your heart. More than you wanted to admit.

Wednesday took your hand while you were silent avoiding her gaze, nodding and still smiling. "I know. You'd make such a great mother." She paused.

"We'll have a great life together, querida mio. I promise." Wednesday said reassuringly. "But no children. Okay? Are you okay with that, my dear? I know how much this means to you." Wednesday asked, looking at you. Her face showed genuine compassion.

You kept nodding, feeling like one of those dogs with a jiggling head for the car.

“yeah…” your voice near to break. You caressed her hand before getting up without looking at her. “Goodnight then… don’t work too long okay?” You added and left to your shared bedroom. Wednesday watched you leave. She couldn't say any more but she wanted to say something. When your bedroom door was shut she went back to work. She tried to write something again - but she couldn't. Instead she put the coffee cup aside and got up. Walking to your bedroom. She opened the door and went in quietly - slowly closing the door behind her.

You were already lying in bed holding yourself together. Staying quite. Pretending to be asleep. Wednesday sat down on the edge of your bed. "You're not asleep, my dear." Wednesday said. Her voice was very soft, that kind of soft that made you feel goosebumps all over your body but not this time. She laid a hand hesitant on your leg.

"I'm sorry for tonight." Wednesday said slowly. She hesitated for a while but then she leaned over you. Slowly she touched your neck and began to rub it in circles. Wednesday was calm and patient. She wanted to make you feel better. You were moving slight signaling that you didn’t felt like it now and wanted to be alone.

"Let me make you feel better." Wednesday said. "Please, Y/N. Let me help you." Wednesday spoke quietly and almost shy.

She went on to lightly and slowly rub away your worries on your back until you could feel her gentle touch. Wednesday was doing anything she could to make you feel comfortable again. She was trying to say sorry with her affection.

“Just leave it…” the words left you numb.

Wednesday didn't answer - she just kept rubbing your shoulder and neck for a little more while. Knowing you loved being touched on your neck. It always made you calm down, managed to make you feel better after nightmares. Wednesday wanted to show you how much she meant her apology. She wanted you to trust and love her again cause she felt like you didn’t wanted to feel anything of that at all right now. But she also didn't want to pressure you. "I'm sorry." Wednesday said again. She hesitated. "I love you." Wednesday whispered.

Her words having so much power over you. You felt conflicted. A tear rolled down your eye. She couldn’t see cause your back was facing her as u stayed quiet and tried to sleep or at least act like you were sleeping. Wednesday noticed that you weren't asleep. She could tell that you were tearing up. She wanted to keep you calm. So Wednesday laid down beside you and spooned you. Held you. She stroked your arm to comfort you. She wanted to keep you from falling apart because she knew how hard you could be to yourself sometimes.

The next day you woke up before Wednesday. You got changed, prepared breakfast. Today you wanted to visit her family since her younger bother Pugsley was celebrating his engagement. Wich meant you needed to go to the Addams mansion and would be part of the big family reunion. Wednesday woke up shortly after you, seeing you already got ready for today.

"You didn't need to cook me breakfast." Wednesday said slowly.

“It’s literally the only thing I’m actually good at…” you said trying to joke but you didn’t laughed or smiled. She hesitated. "Thank you, my dear." A genuinely smile on her cold lips.

"I'm sorry for last night..." Wednesday said in a very quiet tone and added after a short time "I love you, sweetheart.”

“Let’s not talk about that” you whispered and sounded colder then you meant to

You gave her a small kiss on the cheek.

“Now hurry… we’ll be late” you added.

"Okay." Wednesday whispered back.

She did get ready, quickly brushing her hair and putting on clothes to look good, appropriate for the family and mostly for you. "Let's go." Wednesday said, trying to push everything away for today. But the thought of yesterday wasn't gone. But she wanted to push it away for today. After a while Lurch came and picked you both up. You were sitting in the back of the car. Not really talking. When you made it to her family’s mansion you were greeted by her father Gomez and mother Morticia with much love as usual. Your parents in law. You loved them as much as your own, maybe even more. Let’s be for real.

Wednesday stayed quiet as she held you close to her. She may wasn’t a person for physical touch but you were different. And after moments like yesterday Wednesday felt weak. Addicted or cursed. Cause she couldn’t face seeing you like that. So those were moments where she longed for physical touch with you. She felt her black heart pound harder, happy that her parents gave you the same love and affection, you deserved it, you were family now. But Wednesday still felt a little out of place. She felt like she was the odd one out today more than usual - in her own family. She still couldn't shake off the feeling about yesterday's talk.

Inside of the Addams mansion you looked for Pugsley and his fiancé Mary. As soon as your eyes found them, you had a genuine smile for the first time since last nights events. You greeted them and wished them the best, having slight small talk and all.

After a while you found yourself with the rest of the Addams family and more in the big dinning hall. All different types of creatures and human beings. Outcasts and normies. They were all celebrating the engagement of her brother with Mary. But you could feel that it wouldn’t take long till people would start asking you and Wednesday dozen questions.

Right now you were talking with her grandma. Wednesday was happy about the engagement even tho no one could see it in her dead pan eyes. She was still silent. She stayed by your side. For the whole time, her family and their guests had their eyes on you.

You were the only one who noticed that Wednesday didn't really wanted to talk. Like most of the time. She didn't wanted to engage in conversations. She just sat by your side her mind a mess.

But it was nothing new, you were always the talk active at events while Wednesday kept being her anti social self. She surely did the usual deadly pranks with her brother and talked a lot with her uncle fester. But yeah. It was actually normal. But today Wednesday stayed with you the whole time. She was almost clingy. A very rare thing. She didn't want to go anywhere without you. She was always by your side, but at the same time - she still was in silence. She answered some questions directed to her but she looked very uncomfortable with everyone giving her the looks. And you felt this. You didn't need words to know how Wednesday felt right now. It pained your heart for her but also you didn’t wanted to feel anything right now cause you knew why.

“So y/n… when can we see the breed of you two?” Said Wednesdays grandma and you immediately froze. You weren’t sure if this was a joke or just a coincidence. So you smiled weak and left Wednesday and her grandma alone, finding a fake excuse to leave the conversation. Walking out of the mansion to be alone.

Wednesday suddenly turned red. Wich was even more rare than her smiling. Not because she felt embarrassed but because she saw how you felt about her grandma's question. Wednesday was always afraid of family questions. Of others asking about babies and families. Because she knew that it was something that she could never offer to anyone. Wednesday never knew how to react when someone mentioned children. Wednesday stayed silent and looked after you, hoping for anything that could make it better - for you. She looked away completly when she couldn't answer the question after you left.

Mortica had her eyes on the two of you the whole night and saw what happened, so she approached Wednesday and her grandma asking “Everything alright? Why did y/n leave?.”

"I just..." Wednesday started to speak - trying to stay calm. She tried to find something that would make everything okay. "Grandmother... She just asked us something... I couldn’t answer." Wednesday said very nervously. She still looked away in shame. She tried to stay calm. She was ashamed that she was the reason of all of this. She was ashamed because she couldn't give you the family you deserved. Morticia looked confused at her daughter and then at her mother in law “What was it about?” Asked Morticia even tho she already knew the answer.

"She... She asked..." Wednesday said shyly. "... She asked why we didn't have any children yet..." Wednesday replied as silent as possible for a second. Wednesday kept her avoiding the gaze of her mother and grandmother. Wednesdays mother tilted her head she didn’t saw the problem in that “And?.”

"Well... There isn't going to be any children..." Wednesday said softly. She looked up, still a little quiet and nervous. "We can't have any." Wednesday repeated, now more seriously. Morticia smiled wide she understood what the problem was.

Hesitant she touched Wednesdays shoulder without really touching it and said “My dear death trap… you know you can. You’re an Addams. And you’re my daughter. You have the powers of witch craft. You can have children with y/n… it’s not a problem at all that you both are women”

Wednesday froze for a moment. Her eyes went wide and she blushed. This wasn't what she expected at all and for the first time she felt actually dumb, dumb for not thinking about this herself. She suddenly felt shy to tell her mother more about your relationship. She looked at her mom again, still quiet. "W-What..??.." Wednesday said in confusion. Wednesdays grandma laughed “You didn’t considered to use a ritual?” She asked like it was the most normal thing. "A ritual? No... I never thought about that..." Wednesday said. She blushed even more and looked away. Her heart was racing. She couldn't believe it.

Wednesdays mother smiled genuine

“There are rituals that make it possible for you two to have your very own child…”

She sighed with a loving smile on her lips and looked around. “You should look for your wife and have a talk…” she added.

Wednesday looked up at her mother in awe. No. With respect. She couldn't believe what her mother had said. Could a ritual actually make it possible for you to have children? Wednesday was speechless.

She excused herself and made her way to the Addams library trying to find this ritual. She didn't took too long. Very quickly she found a small book. It had been written almost a century ago but it was exactly what she was searching for. Wednesday put the book in her bag but she could already hear the doors open behind her. She went silent. She was very nervous. The book could change everything...

“There she is my favorite niece!” said Fester with big eyes, electricity sparkling out of his fingertips and greeted Wednesday. She looked at uncle Fester and immediately tried to hide the book deeper in her bag and acted cool. "H-Hi..." Wednesday said softly but nervously. She was freaking out inside - and even a little bit scared. She didn’t wanted to talk with her family about you and hers problems in marriage or well… bed. But she wouldn’t consider it as a problem in bed. In bed was everything more than fine.

“Where’s y/n? I haven’t seen her since a while” asked Fester. "Uhm- she went to get some fresh air for a moment. She's outside." Wednesday answered, trying to seem unreadable. "She'll be back soon..." she hoped. She wasn’t sure were you were but she saw you leaving the mansion.

Fester looked at Wednesday with a knowing cheeky smile and said “She’s at the Addams graveyard”. Wednesday realized that uncle Fester knew. How long was she already outside? How long did she take to find the old book? Wednesday tried to say something but just nodded. She tried to find the right words. She tried to be careful with her words. “Uncle Fester... You know pretty much about spells and rituals, right?" She still tried to stay calm.

“Is this about something specific?” He said teasing and gave Wednesday a wink while chuckling. She blushed for a second. She couldn't believe that he knew - but he knew the whole time... Wednesday looked at him. Her eyes told everything. Even without her speaking he already knew everything about her relationship and how she felt. "Uncle Fester - I need you help." Wednesday said quietly. Fester smiled wider. "I... I found an old book..." Wednesday said. She looked down. "Its about a ritual that could help us to have a child..." Wednesday said while looking back at Fester. Wednesday was nervous. She really hoped that he could help her.

Fester looked at the book she pulled out of her bag and nodded

“That’s right… but the one you have is a way more newer ritual. I don’t know if it works as good as the old one”. He walked towards the shelves and picked up a way smaller one and much older one.

“This one. Will defiantly work.

One of our family members used it once. How do you think was vetter it born?” He laughed. “With that ritual… anyone can have children…” he added. Wednesday was shocked. She didn't thought of that - but it was possible now. It was possible that they could have a child. It was the one thing she wanted to hear right now. She blushed and looked at Fester in awe. She finally smiled but still was stunned. She looked down to the ground and nodded. "I need to speak with y/n... I'll let her know." Wednesday said softly. She turned around to go back to you and find you.

Wednesday left the library and went back to you. Finally she took this one step. She went outside, smiling at you with a small glow to her face. "I'm back dear." Wednesday said.

She looked around and saw there was nobody around, it was just both of you.

She approached you with confidence and put her hand on your cheek. "I have good news..." you were surprised to see her. But kept avoiding her eyes as you watched the family gathering from afar through the windows of the mansion. Now that no one could hear her she finally had the courage to say it. "I have a plan... A ritual that could make it possible for us to have children. I found the book and asked uncle Fester to confirm it. He said that it would work." Wednesday tried to give you a smile but she was still too scared to actually look at you. She was afraid of your reaction. She was afraid she couldn't make you happy with this.

Your heart skipped a beat and your face felt hot you looked at her shocked and asked “what?”

"We can have a child.... I just spoke to Uncle Fester about it..." Wednesday looked at you. Her voice was still shaking but she hoped that you was happy - like her. "I know this is important to you - but..." Wednesday paused for a second and looked down.

"Do you want that... Do you want this..?" Wednesday asked quietly. You were stunned and speechless and said confused “You talked with fester about this?”. Wednesday nodded quickly. "Yes... I talked to him about this... I had to... And... We can make this work. We can have a family." Wednesday said with a nervous smile.

One of those rare smiles she wouldn’t give everyone. That showed her beautiful dimples. That made you weak. You looked down not sure what to feel. You weren’t sure if she did find a way to make this possibly for us or just to make you happy…

Wednesday noticed your reaction. "If you don't want this... I understand..." Wednesday said softly. She looked at you. Her eyes showed her worry unsure what to say now. “No! It’s just…” I began with teary eyes “You gave me hope for one year. And when I asked you yesterday you said it will be something that will never happen and be something you can’t give me and now your coming and tell me about a ritual?”

"I know..." Wednesday said silently. She tried to get even closer than she already was. Wednesday put a hand under your chin and raised your head. She looked at you straight in the eyes and smiled softly.

"I was wrong yesterday... I just... I was scared to talk to you about this. I didn't want to give you hope in case it wouldn't work. No. Thats not true. I was dumb. I didn’t think so far… That's why I said that.... But Fester gave me the book... I... I think we can really do this. It's a miracle but I believe in it... Do you?"

A sigh escaped you and you rested your forehead on yours with closed eyes as tears rolled down my cheeks “Do you?” I whispered weak. Wednesday's heart started to beat even faster. She tried to wipe your tears away. "Yes... We can... I believe it..." Wednesday said softly. She put her other hand behind your head. She looked at you very deeply. "I think we can make this work, I do." Wednesday whispered back and smiled again. You looked at her

“You really want this? And you don’t do this just because of me? I need to know if you want this as well as how much as I want this Wednesday” I said softly looking at my wife.

"I want us to have a family." Wednesday said confidently and took your hands. She looked directly in your eyes as she repeated herself. "I want us to have a family that is complete. With you - with us. It really is important to me." Wednesday said honestly. Her eyes showed no doubt of what she just said. Wednesday was sure this was the right decision. “There’s no going back…” I whispered looking deep into your eyes. Wednesday smiled gently and kissed your forehead. She was still very close to you.

"It is the right decision..." Wednesday said. She looked into your eyes again with a small smile on her face. She pulled you a little bit closer and pressed you against her. "I guess we have some work to do... Now..." Wednesday said and smiled at you again. Wednesday was nervous but she felt confident in her decision and the fact that there was no way back now.

A true smiled filled with happiness came on your lips. You pulled her closer saying “I love you…” She hugged you. And you felt her heart beating under your chest. Her breath smelled sweet and she held you tighter.

She still smiled but her eyes looked a little bit like she still had something to say.

Your heart beat faster. Wednesday was beautiful, wonderful and caring just like you always had loved in moments like this. She was perfect - like everything about her.

Her braids were falling on both sides to the side of her face. She was wearing her dark lipstick and she was so... mesmerizing. She always had been. This feeling was perfect. This moment was perfect. You two were perfect for each other.

She looked down for a second and smiled again. She then slowly pulled you closer and kissed you. But not like something quick and without much emotion. She kissed you soft and slow like you had never been kissed before. Wednesday put her arms around you. You both were close and she looked at you. You could see that she was not scared anymore. She kissed you again and whispered quietly as she did.

"I love you y/n..." Wednesday said and slowly broke the kiss. Your hearts were beating like never before.

You drove back home pretty fast after that.

Now you were sitting at the end of your bed and watched Wednesday looking through the book. You felt nervous as she showed you the book with the ritual. “So how does it work?” You asked as you were already only in your underwear and wore a slight silk black gown on top.

"It's an old ritual..." Wednesday begann.

She opened the book and looked at you explaining the rituals step by step.

"The ritual takes approximately two hours... We're doing everything that is written down here. After that you need to drink a potion to confirm the ritual. And than..." Wednesday closed the book.

"It happens." Wednesday said. She put the book down, looked at you.

"Are you ready querida mio?" She asked shyly. “Two hours?” I asked shy

“What are we doing those two hours?” The answer was pretty clear but you were still to stunned to believe it.

Wednesday didn't even answer. She just blushed a little bit, a light smirk at the corner if her lips. She came closer to you and started to kiss you. She gave you her whole attention. She took your hands and put them on her body. Her cheeks were a little red but her lips were still dark.

She smiled evil and kissed you again.

She gave you her whole attention, everything in her was only for you - right now.

You breathed heavy and melted right into her. Kissing her back. The candles around you two that had been placed in a circle, were making this so much more intimate then it already was. It was the most incredible moment of her life. This moment - right here. With her girl. With y/n. She kissed you, she held you close, she touched you. You were so close together - so beautiful. The candles around the room put your faces in a romantic light and gave you a romantic but also spooky atmosphere. Your hair looked so soft and beautiful. You were so incredibly beautiful. The book with the rituals lay open nearby. She had prepared everything for this moment.

She finally could have everything with her girl and You felt pure joy.

“What about the potion?” You whispered between kisses your hands on her waist. Wednesday laughed softly. She couldn't help but smile "You'll drink it in the last moment..." Wednesday said softly. She was still holding you close and was still touching your body with a soft hand that got a little bit warmer. She was in a very good mood. She smiled the way she rarely did had, with a dark and sexy hint. But today - everything was different. Everything was so much more tense… in a good way. Almost like in the night of your first or well second time. The one you both started exploring each other way more than usual.

"It's still so unreal... That we really are going to have a family." Wednesday said and kissed you again. She kissed you so soft that you didn't even felt it at first. But with every passing minute, the kiss became harder. Bruising your lips. Tight grips around your body. The hunger was there and so much more.

You breathed heavier and was lying now on the pentagram you two had to draw before on the floor. Wednesday held you very close on the pentagram. You were laying down and felt her breath against your lips. Everything about this moment was so magical. So wonderful. And it was really just the beginning. She gently kissed you over your cheeks and jaw. Then she looked you in the eyes and kissed you heavy on the lips. She put her hands on your hips and pulled you closer to herself. In her eyes was passion and lust. The way she was breathing made it look like she was starving. Starving to touch and feel you.

You held each other so close. You wanted this so much. You felt her hair and her arms and she didn't stop kissing you. Wednesday was so amazing and you wanted everything from her right now.

The lights from the candles put you in a beautiful light. It was the right atmosphere and the right time. The room was filled with love and happiness.

It was just you and her. It was just Wednesday and y/n. A wonderful moment together. The most precious moment.

She leaned over you. Her skin was soft. Her hair was shining in the light of the candles. She smelled like a deadly flower her smell driving you to another world and then she started to kiss you again. Her body was so close and so soft against yours. You felt the heat of your bodies and you felt the love you both shared even stronger as her hands gripped tight your hips and thighs.

You didn't want to miss even a single second of this moment. And Wednesday didn't let you. She kissed you - touched you - caressed you. She was completely yours right now. A heavy breath of pleasure escaped your throat as her fingers pressed into your thigh. Wednesday wasn't shy to show her attraction. She put her arms on your waist and pressed you harder into the floor. She kissed you even harder and longer. You could feel how close her body was with yours. Wednesday smiled in pleasure. She was enjoying it. Everything about this moment was good. Everything about this moment was perfect.

Your hand moved around her neck as you gripped it tight. Your tongue licking her lower lip before you moved it inside to meet hers.

The kiss was more passionate than ever. Heat was rising between you both. You could feel your need growing. Every touch and kiss sended electric waves right between your legs. Suddenly Wednesday turned around and pulled you on top of her.

Now that you were on top of her you kissed her neck. Your hands caressing her thigh’s while your teeth hovered over her pulse.

Wednesday skin turned more and more into color. She looked at your hands and the kiss was still soft. It only got more intimate. Wednesday kissed you back - not just on the face - but everywhere around your neck. Wednesday was hungry and lovely at the same time. Your touch made her feel warm. She put her hands around your hip and pulled you even closer to her. Her legs were now completely wrapped around yours.

You gasped when you felt something between the two of you down there.

Eyes looking down to see a big bulge in her underwear.

“Is this part of the ritual?” You asked nervous and felt so much more turned on now. Wednesday grinned devilish. She didn't answer right away. She took her time to think about what she said next. Your hands were still on her hips and she moved them a little bit closer. She could feel how you reacted to her right now. You were excited. Wednesday was not surprised. She was excited too - because of this moment and because she could see your reaction.

She looked at you and whispered seductive.

"In the ritual there is one part where we... We need us to be very close... It's very important..."

“Yeah I know but i didn’t knew that the ritual and spell would give you a dick for that…” I said honestly and felt your hardness against my probably soaked slip.

Wednesday kept that sexy evil grin. Your reaction and this moment were so hot. She liked what she saw.

"The ritual has a few different parts in it..... But it's nothing strange. Nothing that wasn't planned." Wednesday said softly and kept a smile on her whole face.

She was so nervous and so excited at the same time but somehow managed to keep it cool. "I guess we can start the next part now... Can we?" Wednesday asked, but you could see that she really wanted it.

You grinned and leaned back down over her.

Grabbing tight her chin as you pulled her in a fierce kiss.

Wednesday was overwhelmed. The kiss was deep and passionate. She bucked her hips. Her hands were running over your hips and your back. Her erection was almost painful by now. It was defiantly a different experience to be intimate with you like that. To feel the effect you had on her, to see how much control you had over her.

She did not want this moment to be over. Wednesday wanted to be with you like that. Forever.

You became more confident and curious so you started grinding your hips into her hardness, to see how good the spell actually worked.

Wednesday was breathless.

She didn't speak a single word. She just kissed you back softly. The spell worked perfectly. She felt it.

Wednesday was almost panting. She put her hands tighter on your hips and pulled until she felt that you were right over her. She wasn’t nervous anymore. She was completely comfortable with you in this position. And she liked what she saw. And what you did to her.

“If there’s a way to use this part of the spell again… then we have to do this way more often” you said heavy against her lips as you kept moving against her erection.

Wednesday was completely overwhelmed. The spell worked better and better. Wednesday's breath was heavy. She did not know what to say. But she did not speak. She didn't want to stop what was happening right now.

Wednesday moved herself more and more in a motion with you. She kept kissing you and she did not stop. She couldn’t. You kissed her deep and turned both of you around cause you wanted her to be on top while you would do this. Wednesday didn't say anything. She followed your move. Your body was now laying under hers. She was completely yours right now. A moan escaped you. Wednesday was blushing. She knew it was the spell - she also knew that it was working perfect. And she was so happy.

She started to kiss down from your neck to other areas with hot open mouthed kisses . She was moving herself and wanted to make you happy - make y/n happy now. Every single muscle in her body felt alive now. The spell made her feel so excited. Wednesday was yours now. She was yours forever - she wanted this. She would never ever let you go - and she meant it from the bottom of her heart. She knew your souls were bonded for this and every other life. Always meant to be together in this and every other world.

Wednesday was so happy. You were everything she wanted. No. needed in her life. You were her wife. She was ready - and she wanted you to realize that she would give you everything you wanted, needed and wished for right now. You were everything to her. All of you.

Wednesday took control of the situation - with a spell and a few words. She was in a completely other world. She didn't want to speak. She wanted to keep kissing you. And she did. She tried all different places.

Wednesday was kissing you all over your face again. She took her hands away of your back and started taking of your slip. And she didn't stop kissing you. Instead she gave you love bites. All over your neck, collarbone and chest. Within seconds both of you were naked.

Hands and fingers roaming other each others body. Wednesday breathed lower and slower as she looked into your eyes for a short moment before kissing you long.

While doing that she positioned herself at your entrance. She knew exactly what to do since you both used a strap on regularly. Almost… regularly. But this was so much better. It made her feel everything. It gave her the full experience. She wanted to slap herself for being so dumb and never considering to use spells for things like that.

The words “my dear you’re so wet…” were on the tip of her tongue but she had always been a bit shy when it came to dirty talk. So she kept the words in her mind and started moving herself into you.

Meeting your tight walls, made her almost moan right away. “Deeper…” you said heavy and she did as you wished. Stretching you out and filling you completly with her dick.

Wednesday started to move slow with deep thrusts first but became faster in a short time. She moved her hips in different styles and tried different kinds of movements.

"Y/n... You are so beautiful..." Wednesday said in between short breaths that were hitting against your neck.

She tried to be as soft as possible - but that was hard. She usually liked being a bit rough. She knew you liked that too under special circumstances and something was telling her that you wanted it rough now.

You started moaning

Your nails deep in her back as you said breathless “I love you querida mio…”

Wednesday was breathing heavy as she heard you moan.

"I love you too querida mio..." Wednesday was kissing your neck again. And then your chest and everywhere else. Wednesday wasn't stopping. She was doing this perfect.

The room was so filled with love. The candles made this moment beautiful.

Everything about you - from your face to your body - you were so beautiful.

Everything about this moment was perfect and Wednesday could feel it coming. She didn't even try to hold it anymore. She didn't say a single word.

She was holding you tight and she knew she could finally let go.

She let all the pleasure come over her and she felt complete as you both reached the peak. Wednesday took a deep breath. Her body was shaking right now. She was still on top of you - her whole body breathing a little bit faster. She didn't move her head and she just kept kissing you.

She didn't want to stop now. This moment was perfect. You panted holding gently her cheek as you kissed her back asking “The potion?”.

Wednesday wasn't talking but she smiled. Her eyes glowed up in love and she kissed you back. "Yes... We are almost done... We just need one more spell..." Wednesday whispered and kissed you again.

Her eyes and her smile was full of love now. She held your cheek again and you could feel that she wanted to be right here. With you. Forever. Finally you both could have your very own family. “So what’s the next step then?” You asked. Wednesday didn't say anything. She kissed you again. For a long and soft kiss.

"The next spell is the ritual of the union. I need you to read it for me and then we will be done...." Wednesday whispered.

She was shy again and she didn't move her mouth.

"Just say the words I write down for you on the paper...." Wednesday whispered and gave you a piece of paper.

"Do you trust me?" Wednesday asked.

You nodded and Was feeling excited and with full hope. Hoping you both could have your own family. Hoping you would be pregnant after this. Wednesday climbed off you and gave you the piece of paper and started to smile.

"Okay dear I will write down the words of the spell now." Wednesday sat down beside you. She didn't say anything. She just wrote. It did not take long and she looked into your eyes with love and gave you the paper back.

"Read it loudly and I will listen. Say those words for me... Together we will be united..." Wednesday whispered. You nodded and started reading it out loud.

"Now the spell of union. In the name of true love I cast this spell over us. I call forth the power of all love rituals, spells, potions, incantations and sacrifices. May the love of two souls be forever united in this life and the next. I bind our souls together forever. You feel me. I know. And that is why I know this is meant to be. Let our love remain unbreakable and create something more. And last forever more."

Wednesday watched you and listened.

You chuckled after reading this

“This actually sounds like a second vow… and not like something we can have a baby with” memories of your first night together after the wedding came back. "I know... It's my little surprise..." Wednesday whispered. A devilish grin on her lips and kissed you again. She wanted this moment very much to be like on your wedding night. She wanted this night to be special and romantic. And it was. You kissed her back and after that, you drank the potion for the ritual, coming slowly to an end.

"The potion works slowly. It takes a little bit of time. It's good that we still have time for a little bit more… fun. I don't want this night to end."

Wednesday layed there - next to you - her arm wrapped around you as she caressed you back. You looked at the time “So I guess we need to go another round? Only one from two hours passed from the ritual” a slight teasing tone in your voice.

Wednesday kissed your cheek and laughed. "Yes... we need another round."

She moved your lips with hers slowly again.

"I can't think of anything else right now than just being with you... and giving you so much pleasure..." Wednesday whispered her lips on your pulse. She tried to make this moment last as long as possible. The potion was still working very slowly so she used the time she had right now to her advantage...

“Do you think it will work?” You asked softly

The fact that the ritual and spell actually gave her a dick to do this made you still scared that it wouldn’t work. Wednesday moved a bit closer to you. She looked you deep in your eyes and she smiled. She kept kissing you but after a while she whispered.

"We won't know until it's done. But I would say - it will work. The spell is working so it's just a matter of time." Wednesday had no doubt that you would be happy. In her eyes the union spell would work and everything would be fine. Your love would be there - and would last forever and most importantly… would create something beautiful. With the best parts of you both. "I love you so much... You are everything to me... You are the most beautiful woman ever..." Wednesday whispered and kissed you so passionately.

Your whole body was full of goosebumps and you felt like this should have always been the way. This was destiny. Wednesday was your girl and you would never let her go now.

You saw your whole life before your eyes together. In your head you saw that everything was right now. The feeling was more than perfect. “I love you Wednesday Addams” you whispered caressing her cheek and lower lip with your thumb. Wednesday was breathing heavily now as she kissed you again. She moved her hand up and down your chest as she kissed you again right now. She whispered softly.

"I love you so much. You make so much sense to me. Everything feels right with you. We are two people, we are together forever. This is our life right now. I am so thankful that we have each other..."

One week passed after the events of the ritual and spell you both were back in the usual routine. She was working on her book and cases and while you did your work as a video editor as usual from home. Wednesday finished her current case and looked on the clock. In about half an hour she would get a call from her office and then she could finally be done with work for today. Wednesday looked at y/n’s picture on her phone and smiled. It was perfect. Wednesday was now waiting to get this call and then she could get home and see you.

She still had in her mind the feelings of the ritual from a week ago. She just could not stop thinking about it. It was perfect and it would be her new every evening memory now. Wednesday was driving home now and was excited to see y/n. In less than 10 minutes she would be there and she could finally see if her wife had maybe some great news. While she was driving you were walking down the house up and down. Nervous about the test and excited at the same time.

Wednesday finally came home and saw you waiting. Wednesday gave you a long kiss and hugged you short. "Was your day alright my dear?" Wednesday asked as she let herself go. “Yeah querida mio” I said happy and kissed you long before pulling away. “So… let’s check what the pregnancy test says… I know it’s early but it’s still a spell so maybe… who knows…”

"Yes y/n. let's check it now." Wednesday took the pregnancy test that y/n was holding in her hands. Wednesday looked at it as she saw that it was positive.

"We did it... We are having a baby." Wednesday kissed you passionately and was so happy. Adrenaline and excitement rushing through her like never before. She couldn't even tell how happy she was right now. You did it. Your love produced a life.

Love produces life - and that was incredible. Wednesday was so full of love she couldn't stop thinking about you and the baby right now. You were speechless. And had tears of relive in your eyes “it worked?!”

Wednesday was smiling and kissed her passionately again. She was so happy.

She started to cry even a little bit. "Yes querida mio it worked. It really did!

We have a baby on our way. I love you so much." You smiled with slight tears and kissed her back deeply “Why didn’t you come up with the ritual earlier?” You said chuckling.

It's been a few months and the months were flying by. You were pregnant and your belly was getting bigger and bigger. "I'm so excited about being a mother..." Wednesday whispered to you.

Everything was perfect right now. They had each other. They had their baby. And they had their spell. It worked perfectly. The ultimate ritual of true love. I chuckled

“It’s weird to see you being all affectionate and a softy. If someone would see you like that they wouldn’t believe it”

Wednesday was touching your belly now. You were sitting in the kitchen now together.

"It feels weird for me too. It does not feel real to talk so openly about emotions. But this is our baby. And it does not matter how others see us if they see us being in love.

The whole world could look at us and laugh, but we don't need to care. We love each other and we are now having a baby. The proof is in your belly now dear. Besides that. I’ll kill everyone who dares to look weird or say something" Wednesday smiled evil. It was still so weird to see her smiling all the time. And being way more softer than she truly was. But you were happy that you were the one who had that effect on her. And you were excited to see how both of you would raise the child. You hoped it would be a Addams like the others.

"Our baby will be dark and unique as an Addams. Maybe a bit scary but very smart. Just like us." Wednesday said with a proud smirk making you chuckle “well I hope”.

"I hope so too. But I think we are having a really smart and dark child for sure. At least if he is a little bit like me I'm satisfied." Wednesday said as she kissed your stomach. She was so happy. Everything was perfect right now. “He?” I said teasing

Then I added “I hope he will be just like you. So I don’t have to worry that much about the baby, cause I know it can handle everything by himself”

Wednesday smiled. "Yes. A boy would be nice. It's a little bit more fitting for an Addams child." Wednesday added with a little grin on her face.

"Just think how good he will look in his own little funeral suit. He will be adorable." Wednesday laughed a little bit as she said the last thing. She loved your little teasing and she loved that you could have fun. It meant so much to her. You laughed about this and shook your head it was so typical for her. But I was actually surprised that she wanted a boy. You always thought she was pulled to powerful woman and stuff like that cause she was one herself.

“Tell me more about what you imagine our child to be like…” you said peacefully. Wednesday smiled and took your hand and kissed it.

"Dark. Smart. Funny. A bit weird and maybe a bit scary. But very lovable. Just like us." Wednesday said as she kissed your hand and looked in your eyes.

She imagined it to be a beautiful child. Wednesday really didn't have a preference between a boy or girl.

In her imagination the child would fit perfectly into their little Addams family.

More months passed and you both were lying in bed now. Wednesday had her hand gently on you belly that was now way much bigger.

"She is active. I can feel it." Wednesday said smiling. You smiled watching her touch your belly and observe the movements of your baby girl. It turned out that it wasn’t going to be a boy. But none of you cared about that. The important thing was to have a healthy baby. "She is so active. I can't even believe it. But I also love it... Our little girl is going to be here so soon. I'm already so happy that she is growing more and more every day. I just love her so very much already." Wednesday said as she kissed your belly. The baby was moving a lot. Wednesday could feel her more and more every minute.

Time flew by faster and soon you found yourself with her in the hospital after giving birth. Wednesday held their daughter close and she looked at you.

"I will always take care of our little girl...

She is so beautiful. I am so glad that we are good mothers. What should we call our little girl?" Wednesday said as she kissed their daughter and then look at you.

You could finally name your little girl. A child made out of pure love and dedication. Their Addams child. They could not have asked for anything better. You looked at both at them thinking about names that would fit an Addams and the miracle it self. "There is Pandora, Persephone, Calypso...

I know these are unusual. Do you have any ideas? Maybe some dark or even Latin names?" Wednesday asked.

It was always important to Wednesday to have a strange and powerful, old fashioned but dark and mysterious name. Just like a true Addams. Something special. “What about Dahlia?” You asked.

It was her favorite flower and crime story.

In your opinion the crime was to much but the flower was perfect.

Daliah Addams.

Wednesday smiled.

"I'm really happy with that name. She is going to be quite a powerful woman like us." Wednesday said and looked at you.

"I want her to grow up with strong characters. To have confidence and love. But also to be able to have power and to use it." Wednesday said smiling.

She did not know where she took those strong feelings from. It was just a sudden feeling that she now wanted all that for their little Daliah.

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

“Fucking someone so good that they struggle to kiss you back.” w Eddie 🫡

18+MNDI!!

Eddie is sitting up against your headboard, propped up against your excessive amount of soft pillows while you straddle him. You’re riding him fast and hard, your hips are coming almost all the way up to the point that his cock almost leaves you before you’re slamming back down on him again and again. You’ve been fucking him like this for so long now he’s lost track of time. You ride him like your life depends on it, and when he’s just about to tip over the edge and spill inside of you, you stop your movements and simply cock warm him until his oncoming orgasm passes.

“Eddie, baby, kiss me.” Your voice comes out whiny and your breathing is erratic from the way you’re fucking yourself on his cock. You have your hands on his shoulders for leverage and your nails are digging into his skin, leaving little crescent moon shapes.

“Fucking shit, of course, sweet thing. Anything for you, especially when you’re fucking me like this.” Eddie takes your face in his hands, crashing his lips into yours in a desperate needy kiss. You slow your thrusts, letting your weight rest on him while you grind against him. He’s so deep inside you and the tip of his cock is rubbing against your g-stop just right. Every time you roll your hips forward your clit rubs against the corse hair at the base of his cock and it’s all just so good.

He swipes his tongue along your bottom lip and you immediately intertwine it with yours. The kiss is filthy, a mixture of both of your spit dripping down your chins. All tongues and teeth and bumping nose’s. You feel yourself getting close again, but you need more. So you start to pick up the pace again. Your start to slam down onto his cock with fever again, the sounds of your wet pussy and your hips slapping against his fill the room.

Eddie still has your face in his hands, and he’s trying his hardest to keep making out with you, he knows how much you love the feeling of his lips on yours when you tip over the edge. But you’re fucking him at such a brutal pace that his lips keep slipping against yours and your teeth keep clacking together. He pulls away from your lips, kissing the side of your mouth, your cheek, your jaw.

“Eddie, keep kissing me, please, I wanna kiss you.” You sound so desperate, and your thrusts are starting to become more sloppy, your pussy clenches around him and he can tell you’re close.

“Alright baby, I’m going to give you exactly what you want.” He smirks at you before he’s grabbing your thighs and flipping you over. His cock slips out momentarily but he wastes no time slamming back into you and fucking you just as hard as you were fucking him, if not harder.

He uses one hand to grab your thigh, hooking it around his hip. He brings his other hand up to your face, cupping your jaw and connecting his lips with yours. He kisses you as roughly as he’s fucking you, his tongue invading your mouth while he continues to rail into you with his cock.

The hand holding your thigh snakes between your bodies to find your clit, he runs circles on it with his thumb and it all just feels so perfect. He hits that perfect spot inside of you while his tongue dances with yours, and he’s applying the perfect amount of pressure to your sensitive needy clit. You feel your orgasm approaching like a tidal wave, and Eddie feels it too. The way you’re moans turn extra needy against his mouth, the way your pussy clenches around him, how hard you start to pull on the hair at the nape of his neck, are all telltale signs that you’re about to cum.

It only takes a few more thrusts and you’re tipping over the edge, the feeling sending him tumbling right after you. Eddie keeps kissing you while he fucks you both through your highs, his cum filling you in ropes.

“Fuuuuck baby, I love you.” He pulls his lips away from yours so he can look into your eyes, a soft smile on his face.

“I love you too Eddie, so much.” You cup his face in your hands, running your thumbs over his soft stubble covered cheeks.

“I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss. “My beautiful girl.” Kiss.

[mr-hanjisung]

STOP. I SAW THIS PICTURE OF LEE KNOW HOLDING A CHILD ON PINTEREST AND I KNEW I NEEDED TO WRITE ABOUT IT.

Acting like a Child

WARNINGS: Swearing, Mentions of possible breeding kink, dad!Minho, mom!reader, married couple, praise, breastfeeding (Not Lee Know!!), having a child, smut to fluff

GENRE: 💋(✏️)

WORD COUNT: 1,054

A/N:

This is not proofread, so I deeply apologize if there are grammar mistakes! Also, go follow my main account @jisunghannie !

You were cradling your baby boy to bed waiting for Minho to get home. Your little boy was crying his head off, and you were tired as well. You sat on the bed, pulling up your shirt to breastfeed him and as you did. Minho walked in.

"Hey Min..." You said tiredly as he looked at his son eating up. His cheeks puffed in frustration. "Not fair. How come he gets to suck on you all day?" You giggled tiredly as you stroked your baby's head. "I did go through 9 months of pregnancy to develop milk just for him, you know?" You told him as you realized your baby had fallen asleep. "Can you put him down? I'm gonna go take a quick shower." You asked as Minho took the child. "Awh, hey there, little man. Daddy missed you." He said, hugging the child close, kissing his head, and laying him down for the night.

When you finished your shower, you saw Minho sitting on the bed, arms open. You smiled and hugged him. "I missed you..." He said as you smiled. "I missed you too Min." You told him as his hands started to move down to your ass. "No Min... little Ha-jun is only 2 years old." You told him as he began to massage your ass. "Imagine having a baby girl, I know you want one... We can even plan on naming her too..." He said. He knew you had intense baby fever. "Maybe no more kids for now but," You wrapped your arms around his neck now, "I'd be lying if I said I didn't want you to fuck me right now." You told him as he smirked. "That's what I like to hear." He said as he pulled you in for a kiss.

He took your clothes off without missing a beat and laid you down. He then kissed you even deeper as he began to finger you, causing you to moan in your kiss. "I need more Min..." You begged as he smirked, "Patience baby..." He told you as you looked into his eyes.

His eyes trailed down your figure as you smirked, throwing your head back. "Stop eye-fucking me Min..." You told him as he smirked and kissed your breasts. "Ha-jun is so lucky..." He said as he tongue swirled around your nipple. "Minho..!" You moaned out as you covered your mouth. "Don't wake up Ha-jun..." He teased, looking up at you. "My breasts are sensitive... I'm serious..!" You told him as he smiled and continued to kiss and play with your breasts.

You grabbed his collar shirt and pulled him down. "God, Min... stop teasing and just fuck me already." You told him as he swallowed hard. "If you ask like that, you won't escape free without another pregnancy." You tightened around his fingers hearing that as he smirked. "Breeding kink much?" He teased, kissing your neck. "Shut up." You told him.

He laid back on the pillows as you held the bed frame and slowly lowered yourself. He groaned as he felt your walls around him. "You got tighter... or were you always this tight..?" He asked as you looked at him embarrassed. "Shut up with all this talk..." You told him as he smiled, "But you love it, don't you?" He said as you blushed even more, "And besides," He then picked up your left hand and kissed it gently, "You can't escape your husband." He told you as you admired the ring on your finger.

You then slowly began to move after him being inside you for a while.

And, God was he big.

You felt him hit every spot inside you. It felt so good. Hell, good was an understatement. You began to move faster and after a minute of going faster. He grabbed onto your hips. You looked at him in confusion as he put a finger to his mouth, signaling to be quiet as he pointed to the crib.

Ha-jun was moving around.

"You were creaking the bed by how fast you were going." Minho whispered as you blushed and smacked him playfully as he chuckled. "Hold on." He said, pulling out, making you feel empty again.

You pouted, but he just smiled, and after he was finished doing whatever he was doing. He laid you on your back. "Ready?" He asked as you nodded. He then thrusted inside and continued going at incredible speed.

"I thought you... said it was... creaking..!" You moaned out as Minho kissed your cheek. "I put pillows on the bed frame so it doesn't creak." He told you as he continued pounding into you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you were a moaning mess. He paused and covered your mouth and whispered in your ear. "Do you wanna wake up Ha-jun..?" You felt chills down your spine. "I'm sorry..." You said as he kissed your breasts thrusting at full speed again. "Nothing wrong with showing me how you feel." He said, licking and biting on your nipple causing you to reach your climax around him.

He came inside, not being able to pull out by how tight you were.

"Shit. Shit. Shit!" He whisper-yelled, pulling out and grabbing a tissue as you grabbed his wrists. "It's okay, Min... I want another one... and even if not, I'm on the pill." You told him as he sighed, hugging you close. "You know how bad I would've felt." He said as you smiled. "What a good dad and husband you are." You told him as he chuckled.

"I love you." He told you. "I love you too Min." You told him as you both feel asleep.

Bonus!

You were throwing up within the next month. Minho was concerned, but you told him you were fine. You opened the pregnancy test that you had bought at the store that morning and tested.

What did you know.

You were pregnant.

You were so happy you ran to Minho and hugged him. He hugged you back, taken aback by the sudden affection. "We are having another one!" You squealed as he smiled and spun you around.

You both shared a laugh and grabbed Ha-jun. "You're gonna be a big brother!" Minho told him as he giggled. Which led all you guys to laugh together.

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Don’t Give up on Me

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Summary: When being the girlfriend of an NFL heartthrob starts to feel suffocating, and you feel like running, Joe tries to convince you to stay with him.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

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*no specific date for this fic!*

You couldn't take it anymore. It was just that simple.

Getting together with Joe back in September of 2022 felt like a fever dream. He gave you everything you could want or need in a boyfriend and you seriously loved him.

At one point you might've even said he was the one.

Joe himself hadn't done anything to change that idea, it was the fans and the attention that came with him.

After dating for a year, Joe finally proposed the idea of going public. You guys weren't necessarily hiding your relationship since you went to games and such, but it hadn't been openly proclaimed.

You were excited and giddy, sitting on the couch next to Joe as you both curated Instagram posts of pictures of you two. After tagging one another and hitting the post button, you and Joe turned your phones off and spent the evening just with each other.

Joe was ecstatic that his relationship with you was out in the open, everyone finally knew he was taken and he was taken by the girl he thought he was going to marry.

Later that night when Joe was fast asleep next to you in bed, you turned your phone back on and went through the comments.

“Not cute…”

“He could totally do better…”

“Sad that he's choosing to settle.”

“She has to be fire in bed or smt 💀.”

“She doesn't even have a body.”

“Obviously he went for personality.”

“He def cheats on her every day.”

“Gold Digger!”

“Using him for status Fs.”

“He could have a model but chose that?”

It seemed like the comments had turned into an endless stream of hate, all against you.

The words made you start to think things that you never would have thought before tonight. You felt secure in your relationship with Joe, but now? Now it felt like at any moment he was able to walk out on you and find someone better.

Sitting in bed staring at your phone as a waterfall-like flow of tears streaming down your face, it suddenly felt like you couldn't breathe.

You jumped out of bed and ran out of the room. Hearing Joe yelling behind you, you kept running. You ran till you were down the stairs, through the kitchen, and out of the back door.

Everything was a blur from how hard you were crying but you could barely make out the porch swing and fell into it.

Sobbing into your hands, you had never felt so small, useless, ugly, and so much more.

“y/n? Are you okay? What happened?” - Joe

Flinching when you felt a hand on the top of your head, you pulled away from your own hands to look up at Joe.

He stood there looking scared for what you were going to say, fearing the worst.

“The fans, Joe… they hate me.” - you

Joe almost felt his own heart shatter when he heard those words leave your lips. You were the woman he was in love with and this was all because of the people who call themselves his fans?

“Baby… don't pay attention to what they say. Any person who says negative things about you is no fan of mine. Look at me.” - Joe

Looking up at Joe, he cupped your jaw with his hand and rubbed over your cheek with his thumb.

“Don't read those comments and if you do, don't listen to what they say. They don't know you, they don’t know me, and they don't know us. I love you with every fiber of my being, please don't feel wary because of something someone else said...” - Joe

At that moment a little bit of security came back, but you still felt like total shit that was unworthy of how good of a man Joe was.

Joe had made a statement during a press conference the following day, addressing the hate and how much he detested it and resented anyone who spoke such words to be a fan of his.

He had promised you that things would change in a week, but a week later they hadn't. In fact, it got worse.

That's why you made the hardest decision of your life and decided to part ways from him.

It was the best for you and your well-being, as much as you loved Joe. You pondered and pondered this decision but knew it was the right one. There didn't seem to be a life that you could picture without Joe in it, but for now, you needed to be away.

Joe was at practice when you started packing your things up. You planned to be gone by the time he was home because you knew saying goodbye to him face-to-face would just make things harder.

That's why you froze in place when you heard the garage door open.

How was he home an hour before practice was supposed to even end?

You were finishing the goodbye letter when Joe walked into the kitchen through the door from the garage.

“Hey baby, the practice was so good that Zac cut it short.” - Joe

It broke your heart when you looked up to see his smiling face, knowing it was probably the last time you would see it.

“Hey…” - you moved your suitcases from out behind the kitchen counter

Joe’s smile dropped and he looked at you confused. His heart rate was getting increasingly fast and he was internally freaking out.

“What's that for?” - Joe

You couldn't choke out an answer and Joe asked another question.

“Going on a surprise trip?” - Joe nervously laughed

“No uhm… I'm going home.” - you

“Home? What do you mean? You are home.” - Joe

“I’m moving back in with my friend in Columbus. I can't take it anymore Joe. The backlash is too much… and I hate myself because of what they say.” - you

He stared blankly as he felt his stomach drop. This couldn't be happening.

“You're leav- leaving m-me?” - Joe

“I’m so sorry Joe. It wasn't you at all, you showed me what it was like to truly be loved. I just can't find myself staying in a relationship where I get constantly hated on just because I like a boy. Don't take it personally.” - you

“y/n… please don't leave. I love you. I love you more than anyone else that has ever been in my life. You mean more to me than anything in this world… I- I can't go on without you.” - Joe

By this point, you guys were both crying your eyes out.

“You have to learn how to Joe.” - you cried

“I don't want to learn! I want you!” - Joe

“Maybe there's a life where we work out… but it's not this one.” - you

Joe walked towards you, he thought you were going to reject him but you opened your arms. He cried into your neck and held you so tight, like if he let go you were going to disappear. Which in a way, was true.

“Don’t go. Please don't go. I can't live without you. I’m so sorry that being with me hurt you so much, but as much as I try to I can't control it.” - Joe

He was hiccuping and so close to hyperventilating that it scared you. You knew the breakup would hurt but you didn't think it would affect him this much.

“Breath, Joe. You're gonna hyperventilate.” - you

You held him and rubbed his back until his breathing slowed down, but his crying hadn't. Something about what he said resonated with you. He couldn't control what they said, as much as he tried to prevent it. It wasn't his fault. You knew that, but did you know it? Was leaving him really the best option?

Joe pulled away from my neck and looked at me with red puffy eyes.

“y/n… please don't give up on me.” - Joe

His eyes looked pleading. He was begging you.

“I’ll do anything. Tell me something and I’ll do it… please. Tell me something.” - Joe

“You don’t have to do anything.” - you

“Wh-what?” - Joe

“I change my mind. Leaving you isn't the best option. I can't run away from my problems, I have to face them.” - you

“And I'll face them with you. I'll always be right by your side y/n. You're it for me.” - Joe

“You’re it for me.” - you

He hugged me tight again before pulling away and taking hold of my suitcases.

“Fuck I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life. I thought I was going to pass out.” - Joe

“Sorry.” - you

“No, it's okay. But can you make it clear that you're staying because you want to, not just for my sake?” - Joe

“I’m staying because I want to. With you is where I want to be. I'm sorry I almost threw everything away over some stupid hate comments.” - you

“Baby they aren't stupid. Your feelings are important and I’m proud of you for putting your well-being first.” - Joe

You didn't know what to say so you just nodded.

Joe led you upstairs and put your suitcases back in the bedroom.

“Let's just take a warm bath and relax, sound okay?” - Joe

“Mhm.” - you

5 minutes later you both were submerged in warm water, you were sitting between Joe’s legs with your back to his chest as you laid your head on his shoulder.

Joe spread soft kisses on your shoulder blades, collarbones, and neck. This moment felt more intimate than it normally would since it felt like Joe was proving to you he was worth it.

“You are the strongest, loyal, beautiful, smart, humble, courageous, amazing woman. I'm so lucky to be your boyfriend.” - Joe

You hummed and nuzzled yourself into his neck.

“I love you, Joe.” - you

Joe was like a screwdriver. Unscrewing and uninstalling every negative word that had been drilled into your mind within the past week, one at a time. You were so lucky to have him in your tool belt.

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Authors note: first angsty imagine and I loved writing it! Shout out to the anons coming in clutch with the fun requests!!!

Request for this fic;

[lovelywetdreamer]

🌸💜~Baby Fever~🌸💜

"Don't you think it would be a shame if we didn't grace the world with our baby?" Toji asks.

"It would be a shame if we had a baby, but we don't." You reply to your husband.

"What got into you, sweet pea?" You ask.

"You're right. We should have a baby." This is the third time Toji has said something along that line this week. The man you once met completely swore that he would never want another child in his life is the same man now suggesting you guys have a child. This must be a dream because you always dreamt of him changing his stance on having another child.

"Remember when you were helping Megumi study for his test? It made me realize I wanted to start a family with you. So can I doll?" Toji holds you close as he places a kiss on your lips.

You pulled him into the kiss. "Please let me have your baby." You say against his lips. Within minutes, your clothes along with his were abandoned on the bedroom floor. "Reading those stupid articles told me to get you pregnant, you need to cum a lot." Toji says with his head between your thighs.

"I thought you couldn't r-aah! You couldn't finish your remark because Toji spread your folds and press his tongue flat against your fold. "Yes, I read. Right now reading your body, your needy pussy is dying to have something inside." Toji moans against your hole before the tip of tongue enters inside of you. His tongue explore every inch of your walls. You couldn't help but cum in his mouth when he press his thumb on your hard, throbbing clit. He laps up your juice.

Before he removed his head from your cunt, Toji place a kiss on your hole and say, "Please keep welcome my seed for me."

You haven't came down from your high yet when you felt the thickness of Toji's tip rubbing against your sloppy hole. With one harsh thrust, Toji was inside you. His balls press against your ass, dick stretching out your tight walls, and scare lips wrapped around your hard nipples. Toji ruts against your. His thurst are usually rough and fast, but this time it feels like he fucking you with such a neediness.

You were still sensitive from your last orgasim;his dick hitting your womb that you were seeing stars. You couldn't help but come undone on his dick. He was still fucking you through an organism before he planted his seeds into you. Toji didn't pull out and stay still listening to your heart. "Let just stay this way for a minute, doll."

[whentherewerebicycles]

okay well I don’t know what’s going on but I am really hitting a mental and physical wall this week. I suspect it has to do with the fact that last week he suddenly stopped napping well and, by some strange coincidence, became 1000x fussier in the afternoons and evenings. here is how it is affecting me:

I am so… so tired

I am having trouble thinking especially when he’s been fussing for like three straight hours and my brain has just switched off as some kind of a self-protective mechanism

I am struggling to make decisions about how to handle the fussiness because so tired and also because I don’t really understand what’s going on with him or how to soothe him

I’m getting behind on student work because I no longer have consistent nap windows in which to work during the day

I’m soooo much snappier and more irritable with the dogs especially… like I know they’re understimulated and under-walked right now and that’s why they’re barking so much more and I know I gotta address the root causes instead of getting angry with them for reacting in a very normal way to feeling stir crazy. but also sometimes when they wake the boy up from one of his suddenly rare naps or otherwise elevate the noise level in the house I am like I NEED you to shut up. I love you so much and I know it’s my fault you’re bored but I NEED the noise to stop.

I am not eating well because the fussing often starts around lunch time and I just lose track of where I am in the day and forget to eat. and then by the time I remember it’s too late to do anything but microwave something fast and kinda shitty

I cannot change the fussiness. he is having some big sleep changes and maybe a growth spurt or maybe he is just more alert to the world now and it’s harder to chill out. I pray that it is just a phase we are going through (where is my sweet chill baby of just a week ago) and I will also remind myself that so many things are going well. but what can I do to make this period more survivable for myself.

try to go to bed by 9:15 every night to maximize the sleep I’m getting even if it’s fragmented sleep (hopefully that won’t last much longer as he adjusts to not being in the swaddle)

consider asking his sitter to come a third day in the week for a while. use that time to catch up on student work (so I feel less behind and don’t have that additional layer of stress) but also use it to walk the dogs, cook, etc. and tend to other needs. I’m stressed about doing this because money 🫠 but I really need it and I also really need a break when he’s at peak fussiness levels.

scale back again. when I was feeling most overwhelmed before (around 6 weeks? idk it’s all a fever dream) I just focused on really, really scaling back the activities and outings so I could focus on feeding him and getting him to take good naps. I think I am trying to do too much now and I need to give myself permission to say no to things more and to consider the day a win if I just take care of the basics.

put headphones in when he’s fussing. I really need to stop feeling guilty about this and just do it. I will be so much better equipped to soothe/rock/bounce him if I’m not also listening to the nonstop lowgrade crying. it will not hurt him if I don’t listen to the crying. I can tend to his needs without listening to the crying.

try to give myself some grace. I cried a bunch tonight because he was so so tough to deal with this evening and I was feeling so maxed out. but then I was lying on my bed with him propped up against my legs facing me and he started playing his favorite “game” where he puts his feet in his little footie pajamas all over my face and chortles delightedly at my pretend-outraged reaction and it was soooo sweet and I was just like I love you so much 😭 I wish you felt better this week because then I would feel better too and more capable of being present with you. I feel like when he’s fussing soooo much it’s just so hard for us to have those sweet silly connections because we’re both so miserable and neither of us knows how to fix it. it’s tough! it’s tough. but we will get through this and I absolutely refuse to have any “am I a bad parent???” angsty feelings about this. I am a great parent and I am doing the best I can coping with this very challenging week. I cannot soothe him very well because he has a lot going on inside of him right now but I can make him laugh really hard by letting him put his little feet all over my face and that means I gave him at least one small moment of joy today. it’s enough! it’s enough. we will weather this.

[violetwitch12087]

Although your boyfriend has a fast mutation he can still get sick and it'll cause complications but thats fine cause he has you to take care of him and hes such a clingy sweetheart

Not Move Fast?! (Peter maximoff)

I walk down the stairs to the basement of my boyfriends moms house to where he usually is i mean it is his room i see him on the bed looking weird i walk over to him and sit down on the bed peter looking up at me almost a look of. Pain?

"Woah peter you okay?" I ask worried "ive just never seen you like this you're usually happy and running around and fast what's wrong baby?" I ask my hand finally reaching up to glide through his silver hair moving it out of his face a bit when i feel a wave of heat hit my hand i lay my palm flat against his forehead and yup he has a fever

"You're burning up peter" i say and his face scrunches up almost angrily and disappointed "i feel just really sick i dont know my stomach hurts my head hurts i dont feel good I just god i wish i wasnt sick" he says and i look at him sympathetically before standing up grabbing the small trashcan with a bag inside of it thats in peters room and i put it next to peter on the floor in case he throws up or something and i go over to the small fridge thats there too and grab a ice pack and grab a towel wrapping it around the ice pack and i walk over to peter putting the ice pack on the night stand next to his bed

I lay down his pillows and he lays down onto them quickly by accident and he whines in pain moving to hover over the trash can and i move his hair a bit giving him a moment before he finally grabs the trashcan and starts to throw up into it (poor baby😕) (im sorry if you have emetophobia thats what its called right or wtv where ur scared of throw up but i would do this for peter)

I rub his hot back soothingly "let it all out baby" i say as he throws up more making me feel bad and empathy for him after a moment and him no longer throwing up just making sure he doesnt again as he breathes heavily trying to take deep breaths and i let go of his hair for a moment and stand up rushing to grab some paper towels or something so he can wipe his nose and mouth and stuff

He lays back onto the pillows taking deep kinda heavy breaths i grab some water and some pills off the night stand and pour 2 into my hand and give them to peter which he pops into his mouth and i guide a glass of water to his lips which he drinks greatfully and goes to lay back down which i grab the back of his head gently laying his head down back onto the pillows

I move his hair off his forehead gently and grab the ice pack putting it on his head him feeling a little more cool and he lets out a soft sigh of relief making me smile a bit "you cant move fast peter if you do you'll make yourself more sick" i say softly my hand on his cheek my thumb softly rubbing his cheek as well as he looks up at me sickly "what? Cant Move Fast?!" He says loud and regrets it the pressure from yelling making his head hurt more and i put my hand on his chest gently "take it easy handsome, yes dont move fast you're only in bed unless you have to use the restroom or something and when you go to lay back down ill be here cs i dont trust you to lay down slow" i say and he nods softly knowing im right

"But its hard y/n, thats literally my mutation i move fast its how i think its how i talk its how i move" he says and i look at him understandingly "i know but would you rather throw up and be sick because your being fast or not be sick because your getting rest?" I ask "be fast" he says "peter" i say intimidatingly "fine okay i would rather be getting rest" he says and he crosses his arms pouting making me smile at the silver headed boy infront of me

"God you're such a cutie" i say as i lean down and leave a soft kiss against his temple which the ice pack isnt covering a little and i sit back straight up looking at peter whos looking at me lovingly and i cant help but smile "imma get you some soft food okay?" I ask and he nods softly careful not to hurt his head as he watches me walk up the steps and to the kitchen to make him some food

After some cooking and cleaning i finally got the food done i even got the kitchen more clean which is good cause magda peters mom has some tough times and im always happy to help her out i grab a tray with food and carefully walk down the steps and see peter lift his head up and he looks at me almost like relief or his eyes maybe lit up? Hm.

"You okay?" I ask softly and he nods and i gently place the tray in his lap which he uses his hands to steady it and he takes some bites of the food happy to get food back into his system and after a bit he finishes his food without his abilities and i take the tray back and go upstairs putting the dishes in the sink and i walk back downstairs to peter i sit down on the bed grabbing his wrist softly just to touch his skin a bit since i cant really kiss him and stuff "im sorry you have to take care of me" he says and i laugh softly "what?" Peter asks "i enjoy taking care of the only person i truly love wouldnt you too?" I ask squinting my eyes at him "of course" he says a smile spreading on his face finally, making me happy

"What are you planning on doing?" Peter asks after a moment of silence "probably just wash dishes and clean the house a bit before your mom gets back from work" i say and he nods softly "you need anything else?" I ask and he shakes his head and i start to stand up to go upstairs when peter grabs my wrist gently but firmly and i turn looking at him "can you not leave please? I dont wanna be alone i just want you here" he says and my gaze softens i knew something was wrong "lay with me please?" He asks using his puppy eyes that always make my knees buckle and i cave

"Fine" i say as i get into the bed next to peter letting the blanket fall on top of me and i turn to look at peter which he puts his arms out invitingly and i smile rolling my eyes playfully before i wrap my arms around his waist and cuddle up to his chest and he holds me there

"You're gonna get me sick mister" i say and i feel and hear him chuckle a bit "well at least ill be able to take care of you" he says a smile spreading widely on my face and i look up at him love filled in my eyes and his as well and i kiss his temple softly again before closing my eyes letting myself relax into peter

As i drift off to sleep his cooling down but still pretty hot body against mine but thats fine and i fall sleep comfortably in peters arms once again...

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Awe this is so fucking adorable to me i love this so fucking much i wanna jump around and actually cover peters face with kisses omg poor babyyyy hes sickkk i basically made this at like 3 am and it glitched so it didn't post and i was feeling a little off/sick so thats why i made a sick imagine and peter popped into my mind cs i was reading tumblr fanfic abt him hes so cute i love him hes so babe hes so husband hes so boyfriend hes so babygirl hes so baby hes so my love JUST AHHH SO FUCKING CUTE I LOVE HIM anyways*mwah mwah mwah* i love u my love ill talk to u later🫶🫡

[ejzah]

An Error in Judgment, Part 8

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Kensi clasped Deeks cheeks between her palms, his head slack, eyes closed. Fortunately, he hadn’t taken a hard fall, but the heat emanating from his skin was worrisome. She licked her suddenly dry lips as she briskly rubbed his burning skin.

“Deeks. Deeks, hey, open your eyes for me, baby,” she urged.

“Was he hit?” Sam asked from behind her, and she didn’t spare him a glance, busy finding his pulse. It raced beneath her fingers.

“No, he just passed out and has a high fever,” Kensi explained.

“I’ll get Eric on it.”

Kensi continued rubbing Deeks’ face and chest, barely registering as he described the situation to Eric. Placing her closed fist in the center of Deeks’ chest, she rubbed directly over his sternum with enough force she worried she’d leave bruises. Her efforts were rewarded though when Deeks groaned miserably and cracked his eyes open.

“Hey, baby.” His eyes, glassy and red, shifted at the sound of her voice. “Can you stay awake for me?” He nodded once to her question. “Good. We’re going to get you help soon, ok sweetie?”

***

“Clear!” Sam announced over comms, his voice filling OPS where Admiral Kilbride, Eric, and Fatima were grouped. “We got Whitley.”

Eric and Fatima visibly relaxed, glancing back at the Admiral, who had been monitoring the operation closely. The entire office had been on tenterhooks the last week; Eric hoped that they would return to normalcy, or at least what passed for it with this team once this case was closed.

“Good. Inform me when they return,” Kilbride instructed, starting to turn towards the sliding doors.

“Yes, Sir,” Fatima responded from beside him. Her shoulders and voice tense. She’d found the changes particularly difficult to deal with. Eric sympathized with her. Things never felt quite right when Nell was out of the office or in the field.

A sudden commotion in his ear had Eric leaning forward. Kensi was saying Deeks’ name repeatedly, her voice panicked.

“Eric, we need an ambulance for Deeks,” Sam said tersely over the other chatter. “High fever, fast pulse, and reduced response.”

“I’m putting in the request now.”

“What the hell is going on?” Kilbride demanded, standing over Eric’s shoulder with a glower that would have cowed him if he wasn’t concentrating on Sam’s words.

“Deeks just collapsed,” he explained shortly, fingers flying across his keyboard as he filled in Deeks’ biographical information and current condition.

“What? I thought there weren’t any casualties on our side.”

“There weren’t.” Eric shot the admiral a dark look; though he wasn’t privy to the exact details, like everyone else, he knew Kensi and Deeks were on some kind of probation. He also had been victim to Kilbride’s unpredictable anger, his mood swings depending on the weather, the little annoyances of the day, and stressful cases.

Usually, he held a great amount of respect for the Admiral, but in this case, he was completely on Deeks and Kensi’s side. They’d earned his loyalty through the years. He couldn’t say the same for their supervisor.

“Sam, ETA for the ambulance is 15 minutes,” he said. “Keep us updated on Deeks.”

***

The tip of Kensi’s boot tapped against a gray linoleum tile, her clenched fists tucked under her folded arms. Across from her, Deeks lay on his stomach on a hospital bed, drifting in and out of sleep.

She’d managed to get a couple sips of water into Deeks after propping him up against a post. Though he remained conscious until the ambulance arrived, the was far from lucid. In fact, she was pretty sure his temperature had increased in that short time.

After that, the trip to the hospital had been a blur. On the way, Deeks’ temperature had spiked to a 104, which had set off the sensor on some machine and put the paramedics into a frenzy. They’d started him on fluids and a fever reducer and fortunately by the time they reached the hospital, his temperature had lowered slightly.

With his temp and racing pulse in mind, he was immediately brought to a cubicle. While Kensi explained his recent injuries, and progressing symptoms, two nurses had removed his shirt. The fabric had been practically glued to the wounds with discharge, and the resulting process of peeling the shirt off and placing temporary bandages had Deeks shaking in pain.

The wounds themselves were bright red, raised, and weeping. Kensi could only imagine how much pain Deeks had been in over the past several days as they steadily grew worse.

She leaned forward at the thought and brushed her knuckles across his cheeks, easing a few strands of hair back. Deeks lifted his head slowly in response, the ghost of an uneven smile curving his lips.

“I think a Kensi Blye kiss would make it all better,” he said, winking before he flopped his head back down. The color was still high in his cheeks and the visible skin of his neck and chest though.

“Somebody’s feeling better,” Kensi observed, stretching forward to kiss him several times. She exhaled softly in relief.

“Yeah, I think they have me on the good antibiotics.” He groaned and rubbed a hand down one side of his face. “Sam and Callen are never going to let me live this down,” he murmured. “Taken down by a couple of burns.”

“Horribly infected burns,” Kensi corrected firmly. “The doctor said you’re lucky they caught it before you actually went septic.” She laid her hand over his shoulder, careful to avoid the bandages. “You should have told me it was this bad, Deeks.”

“I didn’t realize it was.” Kensi gave him a sharp look and he amended with a nod of his head. “Ok, I knew it was getting worse, but I didn’t think I was septic.” He twisted his head to kiss her palm, brows furrowing. “I’m sorry.”

When he looked at her that way, eyes all soft and vulnerable, she couldn’t stay upset for long.

“I was just really worried.”

“I know.”

“I’ll be more careful after this.”

Kensi snorted, shoulders shaking as she started to laugh in earnest. “Right, like that’s going to happen.”

Deeks stretched across the bed to kiss her, groaning when it pulled on his back.

A nurse poking her into the cubicle interrupted the moment, and Kensi straightened, expecting an update on Deeks’ status.

“Agent Blye?”

“Yes?”

“There’s an Admiral Kilbride in the waiting room, who’d like to speak to you,” the nurse explained.

Kensi glanced to Deeks and he nodded encouragingly.

“Go ahead, I’ll be fine,” he assured her.

“Ok, I’ll be right back,” she said, giving him once kiss. She was reluctant to leave him alone at all.

When she made it to the waiting room, Kilbride was angrily pacing. She waited until he turned back to face her, arms folded against her chest.

“Sir, I heard you needed to speak with me. I assume you’d like my statement,” she said calmly, even though anger was brewing in her chest.

“No I do not,” he retorted. “I’d like to know what you’re doing here when I did not give approval for you to leave your post.”

“Deeks needed someone to escort him.” Before he could interrupt her, she added, “He was incoherent with poor vitals signs when they arrived. I assume you wanted him to receive the correct medical treatment.”

“Don’t pull that with me, Blye. I doubt it was all that serious.” He shook his head dismissively, muttering something that sounded distinctly like “drama queens”.

And Kensi’s self control flew completely out the window. “The wounds on Deeks’ back are severely infected, he had a fever of 104 degrees when we came in,” she said, her voice now dangerously calm. “A few more hours and he would have been septic. I don’t care what you think, I wasn’t about to leave him alone in that condition. So yes, I broke protocol. And I would do it again.”

“Well if he’d been more upfront about the situation, things might have turned out differently.”

“You told Deeks to wait until the case was closed,” Kensi said, patience, and respect, nonexistent. “Are you telling me that if Deeks had admitted he wasn’t feeling well and needed medical help, you wouldn’t have held it against him?”

“Agent Blye, you know why the two of you were disciplined—”

“You’ve been biased against Deeks from the day you walked in,” she cut him off. “You can’t see past the way he looks or acts, and you let that get in the way. It’s not the first time it’s happened to him, but I had certainly hoped someone in your position would figure it out more quickly.”

“I’ve treated Deeks no differently than any other operative,” Kilbride insisted. “And I take offense to your tone, agent.”

“For anyone else what you thought you saw would have gotten a verbal warning, not an unspecified period of probation without any specific terms.” Kensi shook her head, thinking of Deeks’ red, swollen wounds. “And because of your bias, you didn’t listen when both he and a senior agent explicitly told you he needed professional medical attention.”

“Well, I wouldn’t have needed to question him if he didn’t make a habit of screwing around while on job. I can’t name the number of nonsensical things I’ve heard come out of his mouth, or seen him do since I took supervision of this team.

“That maybe be true, but Deeks has never let that get on the way of his ability to perform his job incredibly well. Many people realize it’s actual an asset.” Kilbride made a scornful noise, and she stepped closer, lowering her voice. Not because she didn’t want anyone else to hear, but so Kilbride might actually listen. “Think about this. If Deeks was so unprofessional, do you think he would work while injured? He followed your new rules, he did his job, and he didn’t complain once.”

Shaking her head, Kensi pressed her lips together, deciding she needed to stop before she said something truly terrible. “I need to get back to Deeks,” she said.

Kilbride’s eyes flashed. “Agent Blye, I’m not finished with you yet.”

“My partner needs me,” she continued, turning away from him. “You’ll have my full report tomorrow.”

***

A/N: No, I don’t think Kensi would really get away with talking to Kilbride that way.

And yes, I’m playing a little fast and loose with medical issues again.

Hopefully this isn’t too disjointed.

[calciumcryptid]

Calcium's List of K-Pop Worth a Damn Pt.2

Hello my beloved mutuals.

It is I, Calcium, who has consumed way too much K-Pop and has opinions on which songs (and by extension artists) are actually worth a damn.

This is part two because there was so much K-Pop to sort through, and this part is going to cover the male artists whether groups or soloists. I do not expect you to enjoy every single one on this list, but I do think these songs are worth at least one listen.

In Case This Breaks Containment: Please understand this list was made for my mutuals and my mutuals only. Just because a song or artist is not on this list does not mean I think the song or artist is bad. Except for BTS, with all due respect I think their solo work outshines their group work by a margin which is why two of their members are in the solo area listing but there is no group song listed.

Important Language Note: When Romanized, the word 'you' in Korean translates to 'nega' and the word 'I' in Korean translates to 'naega'. When said very fast it sounds like the n-word. I promise it is not the n-word, they are saying 'you' or 'I'.

Without further ado, let's finish these recommendations.

Boy Groups

Goblin (Favorite Boys) by A.C.E.

Bouncy by Ateez

Halazia by Ateez

Wave by Ateez

Bang Bang Bang by BigBang

Fantastic Baby by BigBang

Sober by BigBang

Movie Star by CIX

Save Me, Kill Me by CIX

Adrenaline by Cravity

Shoot Me by DAY6

Young Blood by DRIPPIN

Dangerous by E'Last

Drunk-Dazed by Enhypen

Fever by Enhypen

Bite Me by Enhypen

Electric Kiss by EXO

Growl by EXO

Love Shot by EXO

Not By the Moon by GOT7

You Calling My Name by GOT7

Dive by iKon

The Chaser by Infinite

Medusa by Just B

RE=LOAD by Just B

Crush by MCND

Ice Age by MCND

Beautiful Liar by Monsta X

Hero by Monsta X

Boss by NCT

Kick It by NCT 127

Simon Says by NCT 127

Perfume by NCT Dojaejung

Baggy Baggy Jeans by NCT U

Face by Nu'Est

Come Back Home by OneUs

Same Scent by OneUs

Valkyrie by OneUs - Rock Version

End of Spring by OneWe

Gravity by OneWe

Rain to Be by OneWe

Jump by Ph1Harmony

libidO by OnlyOneOf

Fall in Love Again by Ph1Harmony

Daisy by Pentagon

Do Or Not by Pentagon

Shine by Pentagon

Hot by Seventeen

Rock With You by Seventeen

Super by Seventeen

Good Guy by SF9

Atlantis by SHINee

Lucifer by SHINee

Sherlock (Clue + Note) by SHINee

Case 143 by Stray Kids

God's Menu by Stray Kids

Voices by Stray Kids

Jopping by SuperM

Get a Guitar by Riize

Red by The Rose

Anti-Romantic by Tomorrow X Together

Crown by Tomorrow X Together

Sugar Rush Ride by Tomorrow X Together

Mirotic by TVXQ!

Energetic by WannaOne

Love Talk by WayV (I recommend both the Korean and English version.)

Designer by VAV

Mayday by Victon

Test Me by Xdinary Heroes

Male Soloists

Daechwita by Agust D

Bambi by Baekhyun

Sacrifice by Han Seungwoo

Moondance by Jeon Woong

Mmmh by Kai

Peaches by Kai

Another Life by Key

Bad Love by Key

Killer by Key

Daddy by Psy

Gentleman by Psy

Gangnam Style by Psy

Criminal by Taemin

Guilty by Taemin

Move by Taemin

Love Me Again by V

Lose by Wonho

Feel Like by Woodz

Overall Artist Recommendations

Ateez: They are very hard hitting and all their songs feel like cinematic experiences. My go to boy group, and I don't think there is a song of theirs I don't like.

Enhypen: Can I just say supernatural concept and be done with this section? Yeah, I think I will.

Taemin: Honestly I was just going to leave it at his name, but I cannot explain how sexy his voice is. The man is known as The Idol's Idol for a reason.

Tomorrow X Together or TXT: They honestly have a little bit of everything from more chipper music to darker music. My personal favorites are the moments where they sound like an actual band like Run Away, I Know I Love You, and Loser=Lover.

Stray Kids: A little grab bag of everything when it comes to the 'love yourself' message. If that isn't enough for my mutuals, not only do they have my seal of approval but they also have my mother's seal of approval so uh take that as what it is.

Bonus Recommendation

KARD's music is wonderful, but since they are a co-ed group I was unsure where to put them. In terms of their songs I adore Gunshot and Red Moon as it was the song that got me into them.

@insomniac-jay @opalofoctober

[greypetrel]

3 & 4 for all the ocs :3 (or just the ones you want to do if it’s too much 😅)

Nah, not just the ones, we die like heroes and do all of them >:3 (I have collected playlists for each of them, finally)

Starting with 4 which is shorter and adding 3 under the cut.

Thanks for asking! <3

Tis the prompt list

4. a song lyric that describes my muse

Alyra: I'm laying down, eating snow / My fur is hot, my tongue is cold / On a bed of spider web / I think of how to change myself Keep the streets empty for me, Fever Ray

Raina: Sometimes I feel like everybody is a sexy baby / And I'm a monster on the hill / Too big to hang out, slowly lurching towards your favourite city / Pierced through the heart, but never killed. Anti-hero, Taylor Swift

Aisling: Oh the Queen of Peace / Always does her best to please / Is it any use? / Somebody's gotta lose. Queen of Peace, Florence + the Machine

3. a boss battle song for fighting my muse

Alyra: Mordero'Sheen (Bringers of Death), Lorne Balfe I am very normal about the Wheel of Time show. You should watch that show if you haven't, this is your signal to watch it. Anyway: very syncopated rhythm, relentless, gives you a pause? Yeah well, it's starting again stronger. She'll keep up with a serrated rhythm, won't give you time to breathe if not to study you better and trick you, won't get down until she'll be dead. It'll be a hard fight.

Raina: L'Arlesienne Suite n°2 - 4. Farandole, Georges Bizet A mix of heavy and light-hearted and lively, very quick, you can almost dance on it, but it's too fast to follow. And then BAM the whole orchestra jumps in right at your head and it's fucking horns and trumpets screaming the main theme instead of strings for a super power boost. A duel that starts light, she's cracking jokes and playing with you, putting you at ease... and then something switch, when she understands how you fight and... Well, good luck with that, she's agile and strong and doesn't follow a clear strategy that's very easy to read.

Aisling: Thunderstruck, AC/DC A big classic, but the intro... She knows she has the lower hand physically. She's short, she's a Mage, she doesn't have armours that allow her to tank. So she'll try to start before you can see her. You're walking to the duel. Clouds start to gather above you. The air's crackling and electric. All birds are now silent. Thunder starts to boom above, jumping between clouds. It gets more. and more. And more in a crescendo until. BAM, one very precise lighting strikes right in front of you, missing you by maybe 5cm. It's done on purpose: you get screamed to yield, to lower your weapons, as many more lightning circle you, one after the other. She may not be the stronger or quicker... But she moves like she's dancing, is terribly precise with her hits, and oh, yeah, you came with a metal armour? Your bad, metal conducts electricity you know. :) (and, she is also proficient from up close. You think you got closer and you gained the upper hand? Well, maybe not.)

Special mention for Dark Lady Shenanigans: Sanctuary! Alan Menken

[visceravalentines]

Carnival Games

You fucked up. Bo has no forgiveness to offer. I wrote this to Marilyn Manson's cover of Tainted Love and I don't wanna hear a fuckin word about it.

500 words

Bo's out to kill the reader. Reader is GN but referred to as a bitch. Ambiguous ending.

Bo was so pissed it was funny. 

You were running.  Flat-out sprinting.  Bo walked a steady pace.  You were fast, even barefoot on the asphalt, hands still cuffed in front of you.  He wasn’t fussed about it.  He knew where the road ended and the woods began. 

You wouldn’t get far. 

He was actually laughing, chuckling out loud to himself. 

Somewhere deep inside him, something was bleeding.  Not an organ, nothing visceral.  Something vestigial, made vital, then ruined.  Something you’d breathed life into, just a little, not enough to be self-sustaining.  Just enough to buy you time. 

You cast one panicked glance over your shoulder at him.  Mistake.  He snorted.  You knew better.  Sure enough, your feet got ahead of your eyes and you misstepped, went down hard, bare knees skidding on the blacktop, rolling like a possum struck by a car. 

Fuck, that was funny. 

“Whoah there, darlin’,” he called, hefting the shotgun, leaning the barrel on his shoulder.  “Don’t have to make it easy for me.” 

You were scrambling to your feet, bleeding, off-balance.  At this rate you wouldn’t even make it out of town.  Shame. 

The nighttime soundtrack of Ambrose echoed through the empty air, bounced off its bare ribs, storefronts glittering like the midway at a carnival.  He’d been to a carnival before, a long time ago.  He remembered it like a fever dream.  Popcorn, rollercoasters, games.  Shoot the bitch, win a prize. 

You staggered backwards, pleading with your eyes.  “Bo…Bo, please.  I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry, I – ” 

He frowned, shook his head.  “Pitiful.” 

The streetlights caught the glisten of tears.  Yesterday that would’ve hit him like a knife in the chest, the way you were looking at him.  Funny how quick things could change.  Hilarious. 

He wanted to see those tears spill all over your fucking face. 

Bo flipped the shotgun, braced it against his shoulder, levelled it at your forehead.  “I’m a sweetheart so I’ll give ya ten.” 

Your breath hitched in a sob.  “Bo.” 

“Vince don’t wantcha so I’ll be aimin’ for your head.” 

“Please, Bo, you don’t have to do this!” 

He straightened his head, licked his lips, savored the words on his tongue.  “You’re right, darlin’.”  The hope in your eyes was delicious.  He grinned and drove the punchline home.  “I want to.” 

There it was.  The shattering.  Tears in freefall.  God, it felt good.  He sighted down the barrel of the gun. 

“You best get runnin’, baby.” 

For once, you listened to him, wailing as you turned and tore down the street.  He counted it out in his head, pacing predatory after you. 

Ten…nine….

You looked so small in the dark at the end of the road.

Eight...seven....

How many times had he lived this exact moment with perfect strangers?  How had he ever thought you were anything more? 

Five…four….

Nothing ever changed in this goddamn town. 

Three…two….

Funny. 

He pulled the trigger. 

[kshira]

YOU ASK THEM TO GO HARDER!

ft. kakucho, smiley, angry + izana

tw. fem!reader, rough-ish sex, spanking, cursing, dirty talk, praise, dom!w/sub!reader

an. request!! i hope you like babie! <3

❁ KAKUCHO

facing kakucho while his mouth attaches to your tits, tongue swirling around your perked nipple while his hips stutter with every stroke. he loves being above you, slowly rocking you into your next orgasm, toying with your clit whenever you’d came down from a blissful fever of lust before rolling your body into another. he fucks you deep and slow, his hands finding any place to call homage and tongue getting to explore every inch of your body. but he knows when you want it harder, you don’t even have to ask before he’s flipping your body over, ass up to his view as he watches your hole clench around nothing before he’s slamming his stiff cock back into you. “my pretty girl wants it harder, yeah?” he coos, gripping your hips and he’s sending you off the edge again. “wanna fuck this tight pussy so hard” kakucho groans, smiling when your audible gasp suffice for his sweet tainted praise. “after i fill this needy hole, m’gonna fuck your throat raw” he sneers, watching your back arch up, body trembling under him and kakucho knows, just hard you like it as you cream around his cock.

❁ SMILEY

“nahoya— go harder” your voice left a breathless hymn across your boyfriend’s neck, craning his head up to see your face, eyes rounded in a subliminal pleasure, lips parted open leaving heavy moans. “i can do that” he heaves, planting his hands on the headboard above you and snapping his hips harder. your fingers chase up his chest, clawing and trailing marks on the skin as smiley fucks you harder, just like you asked. his own fingers find solitude on the wooden frame for support, knuckles turning while as he grips it, hips rocking with more depth. in return his cock hits against your cervix, kissing and caressing the spongy walls, your juices coating his balls. “can you take it, angel? how hard i fuck you?” he questions, lingering his eyes between your connected bodies and finding your puffy clit. light circles and heavy strokes and stars add to your vision, feeling pleasure rush through your body. you could answer but at the amount of pounding smiley is doing to your body—you really can’t gather the words. “s-shit, gonna cum, you take it like this better take all this fuckin’ cum” he flashes a grin, trembling hands towering over your body and you can just feel the amount of cum pumping inside your hole, hips never faltering as he continues the thrusts “yeah—once ain’t enough princess, we’re only gettin’ started.”

❁ ANGRY

“want you to go harder souya, please” it stops your boyfriend from his easy going thrust from the back, your face pressed to the sheets as angry has his hands set comfortably on your hips. “y-you sure?” he asks nervously, looking down at his cock slowly splitting your pussy in half. he hears the words again, exhaling a shaky breath “okay, baby.” angry is soft when it comes to you, treating your body gently as he fucks you but something about the thrill of shoving his dick harder in you, flesh jiggling in his hands as he rocks his hips faster has him chasing a new feeling. he lands a light smack against your ass “pussy wants to be fucked h-harder” angry gasps, feeling your walls clamp down. a whine back and angry is crumbling above you, cock twitching at the harsh thrusts in your hole, seed spilling without fault of his own, “i-i like fucking you like this princess, make me cum so fuckin’ hard.” angry learns fast, another harsh slap to your ass and he’s drilling into your pussy harder and harder.

❁ IZANA

izana presses his lips on your forehead, hands cupping your cheeks “feel so good for me princess.” he’s lazily thrusting inside your hole, shyly smiling back when you overlap your hands with his “go harder” alters his head, izana looks over your body, “this not enough?” he questions, looking down at your connected bodies. it’s enough but sometimes you like watching izana go harder, fingers digging in your skin, whispering things dirtier and nastier. izana looks at you, questioning your face before he takes your hands above your head, hips snapping in place. “i’ll fuck you, i’ll fuck you slow and i’ll fuck you hard” izana grips your wrist harder “as long as you’re cumming ‘round my cock.” your tits pressed against his chest, sweat forming on his forehead as izana pumps harder, his cock pounding deeper. “want me to go even harder pretty girl?” izana groans, eyes blown out and cock buried so deep in your pussy you can taste how much he wants it “cause i’ll fuck you as hard as you want.”

[onmyyan]

I’m sick so let’s do some sweet HC’s about who I’d love to take care of me😫🤚🏼❤️

So Dick immediately freaks out, but that panic is quickly followed by the thought of “omg I can take care of her?!?” And his babying mode is activated

He’s torn between laying beside you, holding a cold rag to your head and face, cooing over how small you look like this, how good you’re being for him, or briefly leaving you to sprint to the nearest pharmacy, buying everything he can get his grubby paws on. (Thanks for that platinum card Bruce)

Ultimately his need to be near you wins over his protective urge to make sure you have every possible medication, so he orders the stuff online, gives the poor delivery boy the meanest glare if he’s even a minute late, and is soon glued to your side once more.

He hand feeds you the soup Alfred brought over, blowing over each spoonful with a comical amount of care, he has that saccharine smile on his face the whole time, of course he’s not happy your sick!! He’s just thrilled to be able to care for you, to show you exactly why he took you home in the first place! He can’t even think about the possibility of you not having him here- so he doesn’t.

Instead he hushes your pained whines, brushes the hair from your face and continues to nurse his baby back to health.

In a rare coherent moment you jokingly call him your little nurse, the next morning he’s in full costume, cute little hat and all.

Pro!Bakugou has definitely calmed down in his aging, he’s still the same quick mouthed shithead we know and love but he isn’t so reactive anymore, he thinks everything through until the best solution is available.

That is of course except when it comes to you, yeah all rational thoughts go poof.

You’ve come a long way in your relationship, he felt secure enough in it that he’d started taking longer shifts, bigger missions, something he’d forgone for the “Adjustment period” you’d went through, he knew you needed to get that oh so important bonding time in before he’d feel comfortable leaving you unsupervised.

So naturally that’s when shit hits the fan

The cameras he’d installed throughout the home you two shared have never been so useful, something had told him to check on you and when he did he stopped dead in his tracks, you were sprawled out on the kitchen floor, a broken glass of water had pooled around your form a few inches away.

He took to the sky instantly, leaving behind two confused sidekicks. His brain was running a mile a minute as he speed through the sky, he’d never moved so fast in his life.

You were in the process of getting some water when your fever got the best of ya, you were prone to feinting when you were sick so this wasn’t too alarming, what was alarming however, was your 6’3 husband bursting in the door so hard the little glass panels on it shattered.

He looked wild, his hands were still smoking by the time he swooped you in his arms, the hot huff’s he’d been breathing into your neck were the only sounds for a few seconds.

“What the shit happened huh? You okay baby? You can’t scare me like that- fucking hell.” He was nervously rambling, not giving you a chance to answer as his hands inspected every inch of you.

Being a hero was his dream, but you came before everyone and everything. Queue him spending a week off making absolutely sure you were okay, makes the best food to help you get better, being that you can’t taste shit this is the only time you’d eat his food at his spice level, something he’d enjoy if he wasn’t so busy worrying about you.

You’d spend your days in bed, being absolutely pampered, he’d only ever leave your side to cook and even then the clingy bear of a man would have you on the phone, even if you weren’t talking he needed to hear you breathing. <3

Jason (Friday the 13th) is my BABY- anyway he is the sweetest murder machine you’ve ever seen. My interpretation is based on the latest Friday, in that one he’s more of a woodsman/hunter who’s only killing to protect his territory.

All that being said he doesn’t really get sick, he knows something’s off because you’re not following him around like his shadow, he never liked you to stray too far from him as he had booby-trapped the ever living fuck out of the campgrounds.

The cabin and its immediate area were safe, but you still liked to cling to him as he made his rounds, the only time he didn’t entertain it was when there were those pesky trespassers 😠

On a typical day he’d wake a good two hours before you do, make sure your sleeping soundly, then go about his first rounds, check his traps, and more recently, he’d water the small garden you’d started. By the time he was done you’d be up and ready to start your day with him.

So when he began the daily routine of making breakfast for the two of you, he was confused at your absence, by this point you’d be helping him set the table, but you were nowhere to be found.

He’d made it a point to lighten his footsteps, knowing if he hadn’t he’d be shaking the cabin with how fast he made his way to your shared room.

The gentle-only-for-you-giant was about as tall as the doorway, so he had to duck his head a bit to get in. Once he was there he all but falls to his knees by your still form on the bed. You’d curled into a ball, sweat beading on your forehead, his large hand came down to feel the skin there, only to pull back, his deep brown eyes would hold all the worry in the world, he knew you shouldn’t be that hot.

Jason has this connection to his mother, so strong he can still hear her long after her departure from this plane of life, and she always knew what to do, especially when it came to you.

“You must keep her cool Jason, lots of water and soup!” He’d hear her say as if she was in the room with you, and like the good son he was, he’d listen to her instructions diligently. You’d awaken with the behemoth of a man petting your hands, his head resting gently in your stomach as he sat in worry.

His love language was acts of service and this was the perfect chance for just that, so be prepared to be treated like a doll well after you’re better, heaven forbid some idiot decides to trespass, because he takes it as a personal affront to you, they’re taking him and his attention away from his baby😠😠 so whoever it is gets it extra good, I’m talking pieces of them everywhere it’s so romantic <3

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Nothing Like Them

Gif credit @mochminnie.

Requested by @mypridefulsoul27. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for the request.

"Oh god, I'm dying". You sniffled as you came out of the bathroom,  you had been hauled up in the bathroom all morning throwing up.

"Baby, you okay"? Oscar stopped you in the hall and felt your head with the back of his hand. "No fever. Maybe you ate something that didnt settle with you"?

"For two weeks? Nothing is settling good with me. I can't eat or keep anything down". You scrunch your nose up when the smell hits you. "What is that horrible smell"?

"An omelet". Oscar raised his eyebrow.

"It's horrible. Oh god". You cupped your mouth and headed back into the bathroom. Heading right for the toilet.

"Oscar"? Cesar called Oscar to the kitchen. You slightly heard him yell. You wiped your mouth and tiptoed out of the bathroom and stood at the kitchen entrance.

"Um, I know this is none of my business but are you and Y/N using protection"? Cesar asked his older brother. "You know, wrapping before tapping"? Which he regretted immediately.

Oscar growled. "Go to school. Now".

"Fine. But she could be pregnant. If you arent wrapping it. Think about it". Cesar sighed, grabbing his pop tart and his book bag. He headed out the front door.

Your eyes grew wide. Pregnant? That never even crossed your mind. What the hell where you going to do, if you were?

You had to find out if pregnancy was causing you to be miserable. You made up an excuse to Oscar and headed to the store.

There were three different types of pregnancy tests and they were all starring you down.

Shaking your head you grabbed the first one and headed to the checkout. Sneakily you checked out cause Freeridge had a bug mouth and you couldnt risk Oscar finding out before you told him.

"Where did you go"? Oscar asked as you came into the house.

"Girly time". You spoke fast your mind didnt have time to rethink your answer and you bolted to the bathroom.

"Well, I guess you arent pregnant then". Oscar sighed and sat down on the couch. Still confused about what this sickness could be.

Ten minutes to go. You sat on the floor and waited. The test on the edge of the sink haunted you. Oscar has never said anything about kids. He was forced to take care of Cesar and didnt really get to be anybody but a dad. Finally Cesar was grown and he was free. This could be another set back for him.

Looking at your phone you had three minutes left. Three minutes until life changed or stayed the same.

What happens if you turned out like your mom? You were so worried about Oscar what about you? Your mom was never there, always in and out of your life. Oscar was there for you more than she was. You could count how many times she was there on one hand. You didn't want to be like her. Now you were freaking out even more inside.

Beep beep.

"Oh shit". You huffed blowing out a big puff of air as you reached up and grabbed the test.

You covered the result part with your hand. "If I'm pregnant, I vow to never be like my mother. I will always be there for my child even if Oscar doesnt want to be in its life. I will work as hard as I can to make sure it's well taken care of and doesnt have to worry about anything". You gulped and looked at the results.

Positive!

The weird thing, you felt relieved knowing. Like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. But the hard part came. Telling Spooky.

Coming out of the bathroom, Oscar was standing at the hallway entrance.

"You okay? Been in there awhile. Didnt hear no puking so what were you doing"?

"Thinking".

"About"? Oscar came over to the bathroom door and wrapped his arms around you.

"I'm pregnant, Oscar".

"I guessed that. We havent done much protecting when it came to that. How are you handling it"? Oscar rubbed your back.

"I'm scared to be honest. I'm worried how you'll take it. I'm scared shitless on how I'm going to be as a mom. Our parents weren't the greatest role models".

"I know. But I think we've done a pretty okay job raising Cesar".

"We"?

"Yeah. You've been there since he was little. You took care of him when I was in the pen. You look after both of us. So you're not like your mom. I'm nothing like my father. I stayed and raised him. I'm not going to run from you or my child. I'm here to stay. I made this little spooky jr, I'm going to take responsibility. You dont gotta worry about anything". Oscar squeezed you tight.

"How did I get so lucky to have you"? You cuddled up in his chest.

"I'm the lucky one. You're not afraid of me. Plus you let me touch your boobs". Oscar laughed. Making you roll your eyes.

"That's what got us in this situation we're in. But I wouldnt want to do it with anyone else. I love you Oscar".

"I love you too, Mi Amor". Oscar kissed your forehead. You both were worried and nervous but all parents are the first time. Now you gotta tell Cesar he's going to be an uncle.