#birth control pills are useful for way more things than just stopping you getting pregnant and dont let anyone tell you otherwise

[senseiwu]

My period tracker app: D: your period is four days late!

Me, who has the power of Skip Period thanks to birth control pills: >:) I'm aware

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Cramps

Summary: After going off of birth control, your periods have been a little more intense than you're used to. What starts out as a stressful morning between you and your husband, very quickly turns into a night that bodes very well for the both of you.

Paring: Husband Frankie Morales x Wife f!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 5.4K on the dot (idk how we got here)

Warnings: SMUT (18+) PERIOD SEX, unprotected p in v sex (do better, but also they want a baby so), vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving, again, you're on your period but our pussy eating king Fransisco Morales is an unstoppable force of nature), creampie, praise kink, big fat nasty breeding kink (it's who I am now, I won't apologize for it), Frankie's got a NASTY mouth, Frankie is the best husband, reader is on her period/has period symptoms, talks about family planning/not being on birth control, use of nicknames (hermosa, quierda, cariño), reader has no physical descriptions besides that she can wear Frankie's clothes

A/N: Well... This was gonna be a drabble... and then it was just gonna be fluff.... and then it was gonna be just some implied smut... and now, we're here??? Idk, don't ask me 🥴 self indulgent bc I just finished my period (and my periods have been whack since stopping bc) and what better way to heal myself than imagining what Frankie would be like taking care of you 🥺 also pls be nice to me this is my first time writing Frankie and I'm v nervous EEK I hope you enjoy!!! sorry Javi bby, I still love u

Bitchy. 

You wished you had a better word to describe your mood for today, but truth be told, bitchy was by far the most accurate. 

You and Frankie were hoping to start trying for your first baby soon, and had recently gone off your birth control after your doctor had told you it may take a few months for your body to regulate itself before you had a better chance at getting pregnant. Your doctor had also  warned you about many of the symptoms and side effects that stopping the pill could have, one of those being becoming more aware of your emotions and mood swings throughout your cycle. That, you were prepared for. 

What you were not prepared for, was to feel like an absolute psychopath in the days leading up to your period. 

 Your cycle had  been wonky the past few months as your body began to sort itself out- you had a feeling your period was probably about to start soon, but hadn’t thought much about it, considering your terrible and grouchy mood had overshadowed it. You had tried your best to pull yourself together the past few days, chalking up your grumpiness to long hours at work, or just being in a weird funk, but today, you woke up with a fire in your gut, ready to fight, and poor Frankie was about to be your punching bag. 

Sweet Frankie had been nothing short of a saint when it came to just about anything, but dealing with your newly heightened emotions right before your period really should have earned him some sort of Presidential Medal of Bravery, considering that your newly discovered highs and lows while PMS-ing were just as frightening as any time he had spent during his time in the military. 

Unfortunately for your husband, despite his best efforts, he had been on your nerves all morning. Not because he was really doing anything wrong, but because the little things that you were normally so good about letting go, or the patience you frequently had seemed to have flown out the window, and you were convinced that if Frankie even breathed the wrong way, you were going to absolutely lose it. 

So when unsuspecting Frankie decided to ask you a simple request about after work plans, there was very little he could have done to prepare for your response. 

“Morning, Hermosa.” Frankie cooed, emerging into the kitchen, his hand rustling through his untamed, sleepy brown curls as he let out a yawn and a stretch, the slight softness of his stomach peeking out between his t-shirt and pajama pants as he raised his arms above his head before settling behind you. He wrapped himself around your waist, pressing a gentle kiss into your shoulder as you finished putting the last of your lunch in your bag for work, trying to force yourself to focus on his sweet good morning, rather than the empty bowl of cereal in the sink that had greeted you first thing when you woke up, already starting you off on the wrong foot in your already irritable mood. 

“Morning, babe.” You grinned, forcing yourself to forgo the annoyance hidden behind your smile as you pecked a quick kiss on Frankie’s lips before gathering the rest of your things for the day scattered across the kitchen table. “Sorry, I didn’t have time to make you breakfast this morning because I was running late, but there’s extra scrambled eggs on the stove if you want them. I’m really sorry, Frankie, I gotta head out, have a good day, I’ll see you later okay?” You sighed, slinging your work bag over your shoulder, your hands full of your coffee mug, water bottle and keys, your cluttered grip and running behind schedule only adding to your frustration. 

“All good, Querida, no worries. Hey, actually baby, before you leave,” He paused, setting down the coffee mug he was just about ready to take a sip of, as if a little lightbulb had just gone off in his brain, “do you mind picking up stuff to make that really good buffalo chicken dip for Benny’s tonight? I told ‘em we’d bring like, an appetizer or something, if that’s okay.” 

For Frankie’s sake, you couldn’t have been more thankful that you had your back turned to him, because if looks could kill, Frankie Morales would have been a dead man. 

Every rational part of your brain knew that even though his request perhaps wasn’t the best timing, stopping by the store and making dip to bring to Benny’s for game night really wasn’t that much time or effort out of your day. But today, it seemed like every part of your brain but the rational one seemed to be functioning properly, and the raging, irrational part might as well have heard that Frankie wanted you to prepare and cook a Thanksgiving meal for 74 after you got home from work. 

You took a deep breath, your grip tightening around the items in your hand, praying with every bone in your body that someway or another, you had misheard your husband. 

“Tonight? As in, like, today, after I get home from work?” You questioned, trying to do your best to keep your tone from sounding too condescending. 

“Yeah, we don’t have to be there until 7, I just don’t think I’m gonna have time to since I probably won’t be outta work until 6:30.” He shrugged nonchalantly, taking another swig of his coffee 

Oh yeah, you’d heard him right.  

You let out a deep sigh, even more over dramatic than you had intended it to be, arms crossed over your chest and stark frown spread across your face as you turned towards Frankie. 

“Oh, perfect! That’s a great thing for me to find out about at 7:45 A.M. the day of, Frank!” Your voice oozed with ferocious sarcasm, now slamming your things back down onto the table to run your hands over your face. “No, that’s great, because there’s nothing I wanted to do more than to come home and make buffalo chicken dip instead of all the other shit I needed to do today before we left! Amazing! Thank you!” 

At this point, you were almost positive that if your eyes rolled any further, they’d be in the back of your skull, letting out another angry huff as you shook your head at Frankie, who was looking absolutely petrified as he leaned back against the counter, eyes darting to the floor to avoid yours, running his hand over the wispy curls at the nape of his neck. Frankie began to stammer, trying to defend himself from your wrath. 

“Hermosa, I’m- I’m sorry? I know it’s last minute, but you normally make it every time we go over there, I just- I figured it’d be easy for you to do? You can get something else, or I can try to stop by the store really quick on the way home, I just might-” 

“Nope, you want buffalo chicken dip, apparently I’m making buffalo chicken dip!” You groaned, collecting everything back into your hands, swearing under your breath as you tried to balance everything in your grip. “Jesus, okay, I need to go to work, just- I don’t even know. I gotta go, Frankie.” 

“Querida, I-” Frankie pleaded, beginning to trail behind you as you made your way to the front door. 

“Frankie, whatever, it’s fine! I’ll make the stupid dip! I have to go to work, I’ll see you later.” You could feel the muscles in your jaw beginning to clench as you gritted your teeth, trying with everything in you to keep from exploding as you headed out of the house. Without even a kiss goodbye, you left Frankie in the doorway, watching you throw your things in the car and slam the door behind you as you drove down the driveway. 

But as soon as you were on the road and your house was out of view, you could instantly feel the tears beginning to well in your eyes, slowly streaming down your cheeks as you began to sob, wondering why you had ruined the morning over as stupid as an appetizer, and even worse, that you had been a complete asshole to your husband about it. 

You couldn’t have been more thankful that work had been quiet today- no meetings on the schedule, and no one coming to bother you, leaving you plenty of peace and quiet to continue sulking and brooding in your unpleasant mood. 

Right around lunch time, you found yourself eating alone in your office, wishing your lunch was about ten times saltier and chocolatier than it was, crying to yourself as you watched a video of a dog meeting its new human sibling for the first time.

Just as you were beginning to pack up the rest of your lunch and start back up with your work, you felt a terrible twinge in your lower stomach that had you just about keeled over in pain, followed by that all too familiar feeling in your underwear. 

Frantically scrambling, you reached into your bag to pull out a tampon, hurriedly shuffling to the nearest bathroom, only to reveal the murder scene equivalent as you pulled down your pants. 

Your period had come.  

In that moment, as much as you were dreading the pain and misery that was the next few days to come, you couldn’t also help but feel a slight sense of relief, realizing that you were in fact, not actually a crazy person for the way you were feeling, you were just PMS-ing out of your mind. You couldn’t also help but feel absolutely awful for your unjustified freak out at your husband this morning, your heart sinking with guilt as you made your way back to your desk, immediately grabbing your phone to text Frankie. 

“Hey… I’m so sorry about this morning. What you were asking me to do wasn’t a big deal at all and I totally freaked out on you. My period just started, I think that’s why I’ve been such a bitch this morning. I’m sorry, Frankie, I love you.💕 ” 

It was almost instantly after you hit send that the reply bubble popped up in your message, your heart pounding anxiously waiting for your husband’s reply. 

“It’s okay, I kind of had a feeling 😉 babe, you weren’t being a bitch- I should have talked to you about it sooner. Shitty timing on my part. I’m sorry. I love you too, Querida.” 

Before you could even respond, another message popped up below his first. 

“Don’t worry about going to the store or making anything tonight. I already texted Benny and told him we couldn’t come. We can spend the night in, just the two of us. I can pick up takeout on the way home if you want and we can pick a movie to watch.” 

You could feel your frustrated facade beginning to melt away as your lips shifted from a pursed frown to a small smirk reading Frankie’s text, your thumbs quickly tapping across the screen of your phone to reply. 

“Thank you. You’re the best.” 

“Of course. Hopefully none of your co-workers ask you to make buffalo chicken dip before you leave 😘” 

“Oh shut up, meanie.” 

“Just kidding. Have a good rest of your day, love you. 💙

“Love you too. 🤍” 

Although the rest of your day was nowhere near enjoyable, given the fact you felt like you were getting punched repeatedly in the uterus and your personality resembled that of Oscar the Grouch, you knew that your night in with Frankie was your light at the end of the tunnel, and only needed to make it a few more hours before there was at least some sweet relief finally headed your way. 

Despite the constant stabbing pain in your lower stomach and back, your drive home from work had you in much better spirits than your drive there, now not only having an explanation as to why you had felt like such a mess, but also knowing the rest of your night was going to be dedicated to nothing but cuddling up in your comfiest clothes and snuggling up next to Frankie on the couch. 

As you pulled down your street, you were surprised to see Frankie’s truck already parked in the driveway, wondering what he was doing at home almost an hour earlier than he had mentioned he would be this morning. Gathering all of your things out of the back of your car, you quietly entered your home, confusion scrunching in your brow as you called out for your husband. 

“Frankie? Babe, are you home?” 

Before you could even kick off your shoes or hang up your coat, Frankie had already appeared at the front door to greet you, boyish grin spread across his face as he grabbed your things out of your hand, carefully placing them on your entryway table before engulfing you in a bear hug, his broad arms wrapping around your body and pulling you closer into his chest. 

You could feel all the muscles in your body instantly relax as your face rested against the soft cotton of his t-shirt, soaking in the familiar woody and savory scent of him, letting yourself be consumed by every ounce of his embrace. 

“Hi Hermosa.” Frankie cooed, pressing a soft kiss against your temple, running his hands up and down your back as you looked up at his sweet brown eyes shining down at you. 

“What are you doing home so early? I mean, not that I’m mad about it at all, I just thought you said that you had to work until 6:30 and-” 

“Told my boss I had to head out early for a family emergency.” Frankie smirked, laughing at you playfully rolling your eyes from his so-called excuse. 

“Last time I checked, your wife being a grump because she’s bleeding out of her cooch doesn’t classify as a family emergency, Fransisco.” You teased, giving him a little shove, making the two of you giggle in tandem. 

“Eh, close enough. I’m really sorry about this morning, querida. I was a dick for not talking to you about plans beforehand and just assuming you could go do it. It wasn’t fair of me.” 

“It’s okay, Frankie. What you were asking for wasn’t a big deal and I made it one because I’ve been a psycho all day. I’m sorry, too.” 

“Well,” Frankie paused, pressing another kiss onto your cheek, the width of his palm gently cradling your jaw as you stared up at him and his sympathetic smile, “number one, you are not a psycho. I can’t imagine how uncomfortable you must feel right now, so even if you were, I wouldn’t blame you one bit. Number two,” he paused again, shifting his kiss from your cheek to your lips, his thumb delicately swiping across your skin, “you’re my wife and I love you more than anything, and if I can take a little time off to help make you feel better, it’s the least I can do. So, why don’t you go change into something comfortable, and when you get back down here, I will have pizza and ice cream, whatever movie you wanna watch, and a back rub ready for you, okay?”   

“Okay. Thank you, Frankie. God, you’re the best.” You grinned, pressing up on your tiptoes to let your mouth meet Frankie’s, the plush pout of his bottom lip swiping across yours, lingering just long enough to let the butterflies in your stomach begin to swirl, heat creeping through your cheeks in the tenderness of the moment.

“Of course, cariño. Te amo. Now go get changed.” With one last peck on his lips, you wiggled out of Frankie’s grasp to make your way up the stairs, grinning to see that your husband had already set out your favorite of his oversized sweatshirts and sweatpants, neatly folded on the bed for you to grab, quickly shuffling out of your uncomfortable work attire and exchanging it for Frankie’s clothes, your smile growing even wider at the feeling of perpetually being wrapped up in the essence of him. 

As you made your way back downstairs to meet Frankie, you found your heart skipping a beat again to see that the better part of the living room had been turned into a cozy sanctuary- lights dim and candles lit, both parts of your couch squished together, filled with every pillow and blanket you owned, and Frankie sitting in the middle, giant box of pizza, tub of ice cream and your handsome husband waiting for you. 

As if your emotions hadn’t already taken you on a wild roller coaster of a ride today, the adorable sight in front of you had you on the verge of tears again, wiping the wetness pooling in your eyes with the back of Frankie’s sweatshirt sleeve drooping off your arm before crawling into the blanket fort he had constructed for the two of you. 

“Frankie… You didn’t have to do this.” You sniffled, curling up next to Frankie as he draped a blanket over your lap and his arm over your shoulder, passing you a plate with 2 large pieces of pizza. 

“It’s the least I could do. I put on Hercules for us to watch, but if you wanna-” 

Before you could let him finish the rest of his sentence, you were running your hand across the scratchy stubble of his cheek, pulling his face closer to yours as you planted a kiss on his lips, feeling your smiles melt into one another's as your mouths met. “That sounds perfect. God, how’d I get so lucky?” 

“I could say the same thing, mi amor. You ready to start the movie?” 

“Only if you also pass me that tub of Ben and Jerry’s to go with my pizza.” 

“I think I can make that happen.” 

About half way through the movie, pizza and tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, your and Frankie’s bodies were tangled together in a sea of limbs and blankets, contently snuggled up with one another as Frankie’s fingers traced lazy circles on your back and shoulder as you laid against his chest. 

“You doin’ okay, querida? Need anything?” He cooed, his soft voice dancing in your ear. As if it weren’t enough that you had already been through the extreme highs and lows of almost every feeling under the sun today, the one you hadn’t been until this very moment was insatiably horny. While the mood swings you had mentally prepared yourself for with your new period symptoms, the constant other kind of ache between your legs you had not, and feeling the low rasp of Frankie’s words tickling your neck had been just enough to flip the switch to make you desperately needy. 

Letting your leg slide over Frankie’s lap, you pushed yourself up to straddle his hips, running your hands through the dark curls of his thick, brown hair, and down his broad chest, your fists bunching the worn fabric of his shirt in your hands as your mouths became a mess of tangled tongues and teeth. 

“I need- fuck- I need you, Frankie, please.” You pleaded between muffled moans, his tongue swiping in the parted space where your lips melted together as one, instinctively beginning to grind your hips into his, feeling the bulge in his sweatpants starting to grow beneath you. 

“Fuck- You sure, baby?” Frankie rasped, reactively bucking up into you, making you whine as his hands dug into your hips, guiding you as you swirled over the tented fabric of his bottom half rubbing against your covered core. 

“Please. Please, Frankie.” You were all but whimpering at this point, nodding frantically in approval as Frankie used the grasp on your hips to guide you onto your back, making you cock your head in confusion as Frankie scampered to the other side of the couch, back turned to you as he reached over the ledge, pulling out a thick, black towel with a smug grin on his face. “Did you seriously have a towel ready incase I wanted to have sex?” You snorted, shaking your head at Frankie, now crawling back to you, caging your body under his with an electric kiss as he shimmied the towel underneath you. 

“Maybe.” Frankie smirked, breaking from your kiss to let his lips trail down your body, his hands toying with the edge of his sweatshirt covering your body as he pushed it up your stomach and chest, helping you to shimmy it over your head, leaving your top half exposed. He gently palmed at your breasts, taking each pebbled nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking at the buds with his tongue before letting his kisses travel down the soft skin of your stomach and waistband of your sweatpants. The clothes on your bottom half soon joined your sweatshirt in a crumpled pile as Frankie nestled himself between your legs, gently nudging your hips to let your thighs part, revealing your pussy, slick and shiny for him with your juices. 

Even though Frankie would eat you out for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a late night snack, you couldn’t help but feel guilty that he still found himself between your legs during your time of the month, considering any other man probably would have scoffed at just the thought of going down on you on your period. 

But, then again, Frankie Morales wasn’t just any other man. 

“Frankie, baby, you know you don’t- Oh fuck!” You gasped, cut off in surprise as Frankie’s tongue licked a long, broad strip across your cunt, making you shudder in pleasure as his head perked up, revealing the devilish grin spread between his cheeks watching your chest already heave in heavy, shaky breaths. 

“Oh I know I don’t have to, sweet girl. But I want to. Relax, baby, lemme take care of you.” 

Before you could agree, protest, or anything in between, Frankie was back between your legs, arms wrapped around your thighs as they draped over his broad shoulders, digging his fingertips into the plush softness of your skin, dragging his tongue through your folds with the exact grace and precision that he knew made you fall apart in seconds. 

With flat, firm presses of his mouth latched against your clit, you could already feel your bottom half writhing under him, the perfect pressure of his tongue dancing around your sensitive bundle of nerves making you moan in pleasure. As your head dipped back, falling into the couch pillow behind you, your hand shot down, fingers burying themselves in the wild curls of Frankie’s hair, tugging at the thick ends for any sort of release as he worked relentlessly at your aching cunt. 

“Fuck, Frankie, oh fuck- Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” You whined, your praise only intensifying the way your husband drank every ounce of you up, two thick fingers now gently pressing inside your heat, curled deliciously as they rocked in and out of your entrance, nudging against your g-spot. 

Frankie had spent enough time worshiping the altar that was your pussy to know exactly how to make you crumble beneath him, leaving you chanting his name like a prayer as his lips latched around your clit, ferociously sucking as his fingers prodded at the soft, spongy spot that made your cunt begin to clench and heat in your belly pool. 

“That’s it, Hermosa. I know you’re close, baby girl. Let me feel you, mi amor. I’ve got you.” Frankie groaned, his words humming deep in his chest, placing chaste kisses on the inside of your thighs before drinking you up like a man starved, adding a third finger into your heat, the added fullness and stretch, combined with Frankie’s relentless pace, enough to have the tingle that had been building at the base of your spine now washing through every inch of your body. Your orgasm began to crash through you, your pussy fluttering as pleasure radiated in your veins, making you cry out Frankie’s name over and over. 

Frankie worked persistently through your high, only pulling back after making sure that you had cum again, sitting back on his haunches as he admired the blissed out and ragged mess you had become, your pussy slick and swollen as your chest rose and fell in wrecked inhales and exhales, trying to compose yourself from the Frankie and fucked you senseless with just his tongue. 

Wiping the slick and juices glistening in his mustache with the back of his hand, Frankie tugged the sweatshirt covering his own body over his head, followed by his pants and boxers, freeing his painfully hard cock as it slapped against his stomach, his tip red and leaking with precum as his broad body loomed over yours, sucking and nipping at your pulse point as you whimpered his name. 

“Frankie, holy fuck.” 

“Such a good girl for me, querida. You still want me to fuck you, baby?” He mewled, the metallic and tangy taste of you still lingering on his tongue as he kissed you, laughing to himself at the way you found yourself frantically nodding your head to tell him yes before your words could. 

“Jesus Christ, yes. Fuck, please Frankie, I need to feel you.” 

Reaching down to stroke himself, he lined his cock up with your entrance, easily sliding into your heat and brushing his tip against your cervix, taking a moment to let you adjust to his fullness. The whine you let out as Frankie filled every inch of you was nothing short of ragged, digging your nails into the skin of his broad back as he ever so slowly began to thrust in and out of you, dragging his length against the slick of your cunt. 

“Oh fuck me- Fuck, you hear how wet you are for me, sweet girl? This what you needed, baby? To fill up that pretty little pussy of yours?” Frankie groaned, letting his forehead rest against yours, his sweaty curls now starting to stick to his skin as he pounded into you, rutting his hips at a faster and faster pace. 

“It’s all for you, Frankie- Oh shit- only for you.” You moaned, your fingers wrapping around the width of his biceps, flexing deliciously as he hovered over you, sucking you in to a long, deep kiss, fucking into you over and over. 

Even with the years between you and the ring on your finger, the possessive part of Frankie’s brain would never get over how the primal and all consuming feeling of knowing you were his, forever, your words shooting straight to his dick as a low groan rumbled in his chest, silently cursing to himself through gritted teeth, watching you fall apart below him. 

Readjusting himself, Frankie sat back on his heels, hooking his arm under one of your legs to drape it over his shoulder, the new angle stretching you out in a way that had you seeing stars as Frankie rammed into your g-spot and began thumbing at your clit, still swollen and sensitive from your first orgasm. You could already feel the heat beginning to bloom in your belly once again, your leg beginning to tremble hoisted over Frankie’s shoulder as he dug into the meat of your thigh with a bruising intensity. 

Just like he would never get over the fact of knowing you were his, Frankie would never get over watching you begin to crumble under his touch, taking the time to memorize every twitch and twinge your body made as you came closer and closer to your end, always savoring in the moaning mess you’d become as you fell apart around him. 

“Fuck, Frankie, Fuck, oh my god- I’m close, baby.” You were all but rambling at this point, your brain barley stringing together coherent sentences as you felt your cunt beginning to clench around his cock, the lewd noises of your moans, wetness and skin slapping together as your hips met filling the room at a borderline pornagraphic rate. 

“Meirda, I’m not gonna last much longer, hermosa. Fuck, where do you want me, baby?” Frankie growled through gritted teeth, his eyes locking on yours and telling him everything he needed to know without you saying a word. 

“Inside. Fuck, please Frankie, I want you to cum inside me.” 

Your confirmation was all it took to flip the switch in Frankie that sent him absolutely feral, the thought of being able to actually knock you up now that you weren’t on birth control anymore, giving you a baby, proving another way to the world to mark you as his? The thought alone was enough to have him bracing every bone in his body to keep him from cuming right then and there. 

“Fuck me. You want me to fill you up, querida? Fuck me full of you? Fuck a baby into you? That's what you want, huh?” Frankie moaned, grunting with each thrust of his hips, his rhythm becoming more frantic and shaky as he felt your pussy begin to flutter around him, pressing the pads of his fingers against your clit, swirling them in frantic circles to make sure you came before he did. 

“Fuck, yes. I need you too, holy fuck- wanna make you a daddy, Fransisco.” 

You could feel the tightly wound knot in your core starting to snap, your legs trembling and breath shaking as Frankie fucked into you, finding yourself on the verge of collapse- but not before Frankie’s filthy mouth got the last word in. 

“Jesus, fuck- Fuck, hermosa. That’s what you want, pretty girl? I swear, I’m gonna fuck myself so deep into you it’ll fucking take. Get you fucking pregnant tonight.” 

That was all it took to have you orgasm come crashing through you, every inch of your body radiating with pleasure as you came, crying out Frankie’s name as you gushed around him, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head, your mind going blank and numb, the only thing grounding you were the incoherent ramblings of your husband as he followed suit behind you. 

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna cum too, fuck, fuck-ahhhhhh.” With one final thrust, Frankie could feel himself spilling against your walls, coating you with his spend as his cock pulsed, making sure he milked himself of every last drop deep inside your cunt before even thinking about pulling out. Moving your leg, Frankie slumped into you, splaying himself across your body as your chests rose and fell in sync, laying in silence as you let your breathing steady, coming back down to Earth from your high. 

With a shallow grunt, Frankie carefully pulled his softening cock out of your heat, leaning back to admire the mess he had made between your legs, his cum dripping down the inside of your thighs and pussy glistening with the mixture of your arousal. You let out a soft hiss at the loss of Frankie’s fullness inside you, only to quickly be replaced by a gasp as he buried his two fingers back into your cunt.  

“Gotta make sure every last drop stays in there, hermosa. Gonna keep you full of me all night, baby.” He mewled, carefully gathering his spend and pushing it deep inside you, making you whimper as he slowly pulsed his fingers back and forth, pulling away his hand to lean back into your body, engulfing you with an electric kiss. 

“Holy fuck, fuck me. Jesus, Frankie.” You laughed to yourself, your head dipping back on the pillow as you buried your face in your hands, at a loss for words at how euphoric you now felt in your post colital bliss. 

“Wow, again, already? Gotta give me a few after that querida.” He smirked, making you roll your eyes at his joke as you playfully swatted at him, making him lean in to pepper your body with kisses, leaving you squealing and squirming in delight. 

“You are absolutely ridiculous, Fransisco Morales. If you keep fucking me like that, then yeah, absolutley.” 

“If I keep fucking you like this, I have a very hopeful feeling that next month, we’ll have something else to care about besides period cramps.”

“I swear to god, if one of my cravings ends up being buffalo chicken dip once I’m pregnant, I’m gonna be pissed.”

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

the heavy weight of guilt (part one)

words: 900

warnings: 18+ only!!, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, age gap (reader is 25 though), married!rafe (but not to reader), aged up!rafe, cheating, cheating fetishization, female receiving oral, brief mentions of pregnancy but reader is on birth control, recorded sex, semi dub con in sense of rafe doesnt know hes being recorded

part one / part two

“tell me again.” you moan out, back arching off the bed as rafe pounds into you, as if the act isn't enough.

“you're better than her.” rafe grunts out. there's no point denying it, not when he keeps coming back for more, abandoning his wife to make dinner for herself why he claims to be busy, but the only thing keeping him away is burying himself in your cunt.

“tell me.” you continue, eyes squeezed close as his cock stretches you.

“you're tighter than her.” rafe knows what you want to hear. anything that confirms his feelings for you and not his pleasant wife.

“i know.” you moan out. it's not the first time you asked rafe, and it certainly won't be the last.

“ill leave her for you.” it's not the truth, and both of you know it. the only way that rafe would ever leave is if he gets exposed. he can't ruin the perfect image of his life, the family he poses with for christmas cards and kids he sends away to daycare or boarding school so he doesn't have to grapple with the fact that they're actually his.

“yeah?” you smile up at him, your eyes wicked. “leave her so you can fuck my young pussy every night?”

in truth, you're not even that young. you're 25 years old, but it's a big gap between rafe.

you're certain that's why his wife would never suspect him to be cheating. probably thinks he's past his prime and can't get it up easily, but that's just when he tries to sleep with her. when with you, rafes hunger is insatiable.

“cum in me. make me pregnant like your stupid wife.” you beg out. you're on birth control, but the thought of stopping, of refusing to swallow that little pill, has you excited.

“fuck!” rafe shouts out, spurring his hips even faster, pounding into you until his cock swells and releases, ropes of cum spurting inside of you, warning you from the inside out as rafe grunts your name repeatedly.

he's worried about slipping up if he sleeps with his wife. imagining he was fucking you instead of her. maybe turning her face down so her mop of brown hair is the only thing he can see, reminding him of your soft curls he loves to tug on.

“eat me out.” you tell rafe, commanding him. he may be older, but you're the one in charge of the situation, the one that seduced him into sleeping with you in the first place.

he felt so guilty after that he almost drank himself to death, but still came crawling back a week later, dick painfully hard.

rafe pulls out and plugs your hole with his finger, just like he used to do to his wife when trying to get her pregnant, but only because as soon as her tummy swelled it meant he could stop sleeping with her.

the marriage wasn't a completely loveless one, but they both knew what joining the two most powerful families in the outer banks meant. at least as far as he knows, his wife has been faithful throughout.

his finger inside you is different. as he slides to his stomach between your legs, it keeps his cum from dripping out, but more importantly, allows him to quirk his finger up and press against the gummy spot that has your eyes widening as you gasp.

rafe smiles up at you briefly, the sounds of your pleasure like the sweetest melody, before diving into your pussy.

he misses your taste on his tongue whenever he has to spend a few nights away as he obsessively licks and sucks at your clit. he's learned what you like best, what makes you cum the hardest and fastest.

moans of his name fall from your mouth, louder than you normally would to make sure they're picked up as you reach a hand down, pushing through his messy hair, still slightly wet with sweat from the exertion of fucking you.

rafe looks up at you, your bare chest moving up and down with every heavy breath, pert nipples on display as your mouth falls open as he sucks at your clit.

“close.” you warn, feeling his finger inside of you move even faster.

only a few more strokes until you let out a loud shout, cumming to screams of his name as rafe licks you gently through your high, feeling your clit pulse against his tongue.

rafe pulls away quickly with a sigh, always feeling the heavy weight of guilt seconds after getting you off.

“you should just leave her, rafe.” you sigh as he stands from your bed, quickly grabbing his clothes to get back to his house.

“i can't. it's not that simple.” rafe says. you've been through it all before. the prenup, the status, the judgment. all reasons he can't leave.

“fine.” you huff, standing up as he heads towards your door, not bothering to get redressed yourself. “don't bother coming back then.”

rafe looks at you with hurt in his eyes, partially for you and partially to his wife, knowing it's not fair to either of you.

“hey.” rafe says softly, pressing a kiss to your lips. “ill see you at my lunch break tomorrow?”

“fine.” you say again, prompting another kiss from rafe before he flees.

you wait until you hear the front door open and shut to turn to your dresser, picking up the teddy bear and looking into the hidden camera in its eye with a smile on your face.

“sorry, mrs. cameron.” you say with a dark chuckle.

[ironstrange1991]

Unexpectedly Ours: Part 1: What it means to us

Pairing: Doctor!Strange, Defender!Strange, Supreme!Strange x Pregnant!Reader

Synopsis: The reader is faced with an unexpected pregnancy and fears what this could mean for her unconventional relationship.

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: Mentions of sexual activities, pregnancy relatated themes, polyamorous relationship dinamics.

A/N: This is the first part of a four-chapter mini series. The sex pollen event mentioned in the story can be read HERE.

It must be because of all the creampies, you thought as you bowed your head again on the toilet vomiting your lungs out.

Technically it was all about the creampies, but how could you turn them down when there was nothing you loved more than letting your Stephens fill you up with all their cum? It was much more than the physical thing, you simply loved the way the three of them, exactly the same, would bury their faces in the crook of your neck and get totally lost in their pleasure when they came. The sweet noises they make is your favorite sound in the world.

You were on birth control, the problem was, as you well remembered, that a little over a month ago you broke a relic and ended up intoxicated by some type of sex pollen and you were almost sure that substance was what cut the effect of your pills.

"Damn sex pollen" You muttered, slowly getting up and going to the sink to brush your teeth and try to start your day. You hadn't taken any tests yet, but you were late, your breasts were sore and swollen and the morning sickness was only getting worse instead of better. Taking the test was just a formality, like accepting the receipt after using your credit card. Okay, that certainly wasn't one of your best metaphors.

You sighed heavily, staring at your clothes hanging on the hangers and trying to decide what to wear to work. Your feet crossed, your toes tapping anxiously against the polished wooden floor.

Phil will love this. You thought sarcastically. Of course, of all your problems, your boss was the least of them, but you knew he was counting on you one hundred percent, he was definitely not exaggerating when he said that the office couldn't handle a week without you. Phil didn't have the profile of a boss or an accountant. He was disorganized and confused and relied on you to keep everything on track. Which often left you with more work than you should have, as Defender always reminded you.

You opted for a suit skirt, and a silk shirt with high heels. It was basically your everyday uniform.

You were too late for breakfast, so you ran to the kitchen just to get a cup of coffee so you could drink it on the way to the office, but when you entered the kitchen you found the three Stephens there, eating, but mostly talking, civilly, no arguments. How was that even possible? However, they were silent the moment you entered the room.

"Don't stop because of me, I'm already leaving." You said, pouring your coffee into the cup and looking for its lid in all the drawers without success. The three of them were silent, looking at you rummaging through and slamming the cupboard doors and then one of them moved his fingers and opened a specific door.

"Top shelf. Right where the glass was." Defender said.

You stood on your tiptoes to grab the lid "Thanks. So, what were you guys talking about. Was it just me or did you guys stop talking when I arrived? You know what they say, maybe I was the topic of the conversation."

You covered the cup and took a long sip of coffee, looking at the clock. "Anyway, I have to go. I'll leave you guys alone to conspire as you please. You know, maybe it would be a good idea to have another me here, just to balance things out, in case you guys decide to gang up on me."

Stephen let out a small laugh "That would be a nightmare, sweetheart. One of you is enough work." He opened his arms welcoming you in a hug and kissed your lips quickly. "Have a good day."

You hurriedly kissed Defender and Supreme goodbye and grabbed your bag and keys from the counter. "I'll see you later, be careful with whatever you do today. I want my boyfriends safe and sound when I get home."

You said rushing out of the kitchen.

Every time you stepped foot out of the Sanctum Sanctorum into the morning bustle of Bleecker Street you felt like you were leaving one world and entering another. The eternal dichotomy of new and old, magical and mundane.

People walked along the sidewalk next to your house as if it were the most normal thing in the world, without having any idea of ​​the practices that took place there and in a way you were grateful for that. You couldn't bear to see your home turn into a tourist spot for curious tourists.

When you arrived at the building it was as if morning sickness had never existed, you were feeling much better and were sure you would be able to work normally, however all your confidence disappeared when the elevator stopped on the office floor and you were hit by the smell of fresh paint.

You had totally forgotten that Phil had told you a few days ago that they were going to paint the building. In addition to the unpleasant smell that automatically made your stomach turn again, you watched as you passed - dodging boxes and boxes of files on the floor, tables pulled away from the walls and wires lying around waiting for the victims who would  trip over them – that you and your coworkers would have to work crammed into rooms that had already finished painting.

By lunchtime you had already run to the bathroom three times to vomit. Your coworkers, Nancy and Beverly, kept exchanging not-so-discreet glances between them every time you returned to your post ready to go back to your calculations. Their distrust only increased when you said that you preferred not to go to lunch because just thinking about food made you feel sick, but they didn't say anything, at least not directly to you.

By 3pm you were literally feeling sick, the nausea wasn't getting better and the hunger was making your body weak, your vision was getting dark and you started to hear the familiar ringing in the ear of someone who has very low blood pressure and is about to faint. You tried to get up slowly to go to the bathroom and wash your face, but you never got there.

You woke up to the strong smell of alcohol gel that Nancy rubbed in front of your nose. They had placed you in one of the armchairs in the main room. Phil was on the phone talking to someone and a minute later a portal opened in the middle of the room making everyone's eyes widen and Stephen walked through it without paying attention to them.

"I had no idea she was feeling sick, Doctor Strange, or I would have let her go home." Phil ran to say.

Stephen nodded, stopping in front of you and resting both hands on his waist, he rolled his lips, clearly annoyed.

"She shouldn't have even come to work because she was feeling sick early on."

He reached out to you. "Come on, sweetheart, let's go home."

...

Stephen handed you a steaming cup filled with a not-so-pleasant-looking greenish liquid. You glanced at him suspiciously "What is this?"

"A mix of herbs that will help with your nausea." He said, sitting next to you on the couch and resting one of his hands on your knee. "You shouldn't have gone to work today, sweetheart."

You sipped the tea making a face which made Stephen chuckle.

"Yeah, it's not pleasant at all, but try taking some. It'll help."

You sighed feeling your stomach turning again. "I was feeling good in the morning. Of course I puked my guts out, but I was fine. I thought I was going to have a normal day, but the smell of fresh paint..."

Stephen heard you rolling your lips.

You sighed, "I thought it was something I ate at first, but now, I don't think that's the case." You confessed, going back to drinking from your cup and letting the hot liquid go down your throat.

Stephen brushed a strand of hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear.

"How long have you known?" He asked. It was clear that he, too, had noticed all the signs.

You shrugged, "A week after the day my period was supposed to start. You know I'm not usually late."

He rested his elbow on the back of the couch and rested his face in his hand, his blue eyes glancing at you with an unusual interest, as if trying to analyze some hidden expression on your face.

"That's what we were talking about in the kitchen. I wasn't the only one who noticed."

You forced yourself to finish your tea with one last sip and Stephen hurried to take the cup from your hands. "How are you feeling?"

You thought for a minute "I think this disgusting thing is actually helping."

He smirked.

"I have to take a test, don't I?"

He moved his fingers making the cup that was in his hand disappear and extended his arms "Come here."

You were eager to snuggle into his chest. Everything there was so inviting, from the smell of his perfume to the texture of his robes. You inhaled deeply letting his presence comfort you.

"It was the pollen. It cut the effect of the pill."

Stephen chuckled nervously. "It was predictable since it serves exclusively reproductive purposes. We should have thought of that, the three of us, but... we didn't. I don’t think we thought much that afternoon."

You let out a small giggle and Stephen held you tighter in his arms. "Let's do a test to confirm." He suggested.

You tilted your head to look at him. "Are you guys mad at me?" The words were choked, but Stephen smiled sweetly. "I'm not mad at you. Why would I be? It wasn't something we were planning, but I confess the idea has grown on me these last few days."

"But the other Stephens... it’s complicated and Supreme hates children."

Stephen smirked "I never wanted kids either, love, but things change. Don't worry about us. It's okay."

You were silent for a long time, enjoying the sound of Stephen's breathing, the sound of his heart beating in your ear. You were feeling reasonably better and little by little you felt your eyelids getting heavy.

You only realized you had dozed off when you heard Stephen's voice ringing in your ears. He still held you in his arms, but he had made himself better comfortable on the couch.

"She passed out at work and I had to pick her up, but she's okay now." You heard Stephen report and Defender sat next to you on the couch and rested his hand on your knee.

"How are you feeling, baby?" He asked, extending his hand to you and you moved slowly, swapping Stephen's lap for his. Your arms wrapped around his neck. Stephen took the opportunity to stretch his legs and stood up.

"I'll leave you with Defender, sweetheart. I have a pregnancy test to buy." He snapped his fingers, exchanging his robes for a pair of jeans and a bottom up shirt. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

You nodded.

"Get something for the nausea too." Defender suggested and the two of you watched Stephen disappear into the entrance hall and heard the front door open and close.

"You didn't tell me how you're feeling."

He cupped your face affectionately in his rough hands.

"I'm better. Stephen made me drink some disgusting tea, but it helped a lot."

He nodded letting you play with his hair. You took off the hair tie and placed it on your wrist and began to comb the strands with your fingers, carefully undoing some knots.

Stephen sighed heavily, melting into your touch, he tilted his head up to kiss you and you allowed yourself to get lost in his lips. Soft and sweet.

"I'm happy" He breathed on your lips and to your surprise he lowered his hand to your belly. "Of course we still need to confirm this, but I want you to know that I've always wanted this. Deep down, I've always wanted to have a family, so this is kind of a dream come true for me."

You looked at him blankly, but didn't say anything. There was a whirlwind of feelings in your chest and the racing thoughts were making your mind spin. Everything still seemed like a dream.

"I don't know if I can do this, Stephen." That's just what you said.

He rested his forehead on yours. "If that's the case, we'll do it together. The four of us. You won’t have to do anything alone."

You nodded.

...

Sometimes you felt like you could see situations from the outside, as if they were happening to other people. This was one of those moments. You were sitting on the toilet, panties pulled down to your ankles, one hand covering your mouth and the other holding the positive pregnancy test.

Outside the bathroom you knew there were three men anxiously waiting to find out the results. Maybe they were sitting at the foot of the bed waiting, the image that came to mind somehow managed to draw a nervous chuckle from your lips.

You heard a soft knock on the door followed by a baritone voice. "Honey... is everything okay in there?"

Was it everything okay? You knew you needed to get up, get out of that bathroom and deal with reality, but you couldn't do that because you were still struggling to understand your feelings. You doubted that Stephen knew the immensity of that simple question at that moment. To be okay. Were you okay with that? Would you be okay with that new reality that was imposing itself on you? Would your relationship be okay? Would the Stephens be okay with that?

"Honey... say something." Supreme insisted and you heard Defender's calm voice responding. "Give her time."

You sighed, standing up and pulling up your panties and shorts. "I'm going."

You placed the test on the sink and allowed yourself to look in the mirror. Your eyes were red, but you couldn't cry because none of this seemed to be happening to you, it just couldn't be real.

You washed your face and tied your hair haphazardly into a bun just to get it out of your face. Whether it seemed real or not, whether it seemed to be happening to someone else and not you or not, reality was imposed on that object and you needed to face it.

When you opened the bathroom door, Supreme was standing there waiting for you. Stephen was sitting at the foot of the bed and Defender was sitting in the armchair next to the fireplace. The three of them stared at you, trying to read in your expressions the words that took you a few seconds to say.

"I... I'm pregnant." You reported waving the pregnancy test in the air as proof.

Now it was your turn to watch their reactions. Supreme stared at you with his mouth slightly open as if he had somehow completely forgotten how to close it. Defender looked at you with a beautiful smile on his lips that somehow felt so comforting.

Stephen smirked as if he had already gone through the entire acceptance process before when he saw all the signs even before you did. For him, in a way, that result was just a formality, you thought.

"Please, say something." You asked, your voice low and hoarse.

Stephen stood up and slowly walked towards you, he pulled you by the waist until your bodies were rubbing each other and cupped your cheek. "I love you and I will love this baby just as much, but I want you to know that the choice is yours. Do you want to keep it?"

It's strange, you thought, how you've spent your entire life being pro-abortion, but haven't thought about it for a moment since the possibility of pregnancy crossed your mind. Somehow you knew it wasn't an option for you because you didn't want it to be.

"It's mine, it's yours. Of course I want to keep it." You responded, feeling hot tears falling from your eyes and running down your cheeks. The feelings that seemed blocked now overwhelming you. Fear, doubt, insecurity, but also affection, love. So much love. It just occurred to you in that moment that you had a piece of Stephen inside of you.

Stephen smiled widely and his eyes were red and wet with tears that threatened to spill over. He pulled you to his lips and kissed you hard. When he broke the kiss his face was wet with tears and he smiled. "We're having a baby, sweetheart."

You chuckled nervously, "Yes, we will."

Defender walked towards you and you threw yourself into his arms kissing him hard. You knew he was happy and you were so happy knowing he wanted this. You just knew you couldn't do it without him. Of the three Stephens, he was the most responsible, the one who always made the most difficult decisions and in a way you felt safer knowing that you would have him by your side throughout the process.

"We're having a baby, Stephen." The words came out choppy, such was your emotion. Defender held your face in his hands and rested his forehead on yours.

"You made me the happiest man in the world today, baby. I love you so much!" He kissed you again softly.

"Supreme...she needs you now." You heard Stephen saying and turned to look at Supreme. He was standing there staring at his hands, his face a mixture of surprise and fear. Definitely contrasting with Defender's happiness.

"Stephen..." You called insecurely approaching him.

"I spent so long believing that I was only capable of destruction and death... after everything I caused to my universe." He said in a choked voice "How can I deserve something like this after everything I've done?" He stared at you, there were tears in his eyes and pain, so much pain. "Sometimes I can barely bear to touch you with these hands, honey. How can I hold a baby..."

You felt your heart breaking at the sight of his suffering, but you held his hands in yours and brought them to your lips and kissed them. You cupped his cheek. "Stephen, all that matters is who you are now, the good you do in this universe, the love we share. You deserve to be loved and you know it."

You brought his hands to your belly. "You are capable of creating life, We did this together, it is ours and I love you. God, I love you so much."

You wiped away his tears with your thumb. "Stephen's right. I need you. I can't do this without the three of you."

Supreme nodded and cupped your cheek. "I'm here. I love you honey with all my heart and I'm not going anywhere."

You wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him tight and resting your face on his chest, smelling him and letting that comfort you.

You never wanted to have a baby, you never imagined yourself as a mother, but you knew somehow that you could do it if you had your Stephens with you.

...

When you thought about how it went from you vomiting in the toilet to you lying on an ultrasound table with the doctor, a nurse and three Stephens staring open-mouthed at a monitor and listening to the heart of a living being that you had made together with tears in their eyes, you could hardly believe what was happening, but at the same time you enjoyed the feeling of euphoria mixed with an indescribable love that seemed to take root inside your chest.

Being pregnant was something new and different and terrifying all at the same time and although you wanted to keep it to yourselves for a while, it was impossible to convince the Stephens to keep it a secret and so you had all the tests that made sure everything was fine with you and the little being inside you, the Stephens decided it was time to tell everyone that they in their magnificent glory had knocked you up.

The fact that Tony invited you to one of his post-mission parties only gave them the perfect opportunity to make the big announcement and once you were there they waited until the end of the party when Tony's guests left and just his fellow Avengers were there to finally speak.

You guys were sitting on the sofas chatting and laughing, Tony and Thor were telling their versions of a specific moment in the battle while Steve and Sam teased the two, contradicting what they were saying.

The atmosphere was light and relaxed. You loved those moments. Obviously you weren't a big fan of the grandeur of Tony's parties, but those moments when you could sit among friends and talk about anything and laugh made up for everything else. You were always so grateful to have those people as your friends and so much more than that, they were your family.

 You were sitting between Supreme and Defender, playing with their hands that you kept in your lap while laughing listening to the nonsense your friends were saying and stealing kisses from both of them. At first your friends would give you curious looks and you couldn't blame them. Being in a relationship with three men is unconventional enough and the fact that they are three versions of the same man didn't help much. But over time they got used to the idea.

Stephen had gone to the bar to pour himself a martini and when he came back he brought you a drink that he made a point of explaining was non-alcoholic - which caught the attention of Natasha who looked at the two of you with a raised eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

"If you guys allow me, there's something we're looking forward to sharing with you" Stephen said, interrupting Thor and Rhodes' long debate about the battle and you felt your cheeks turning red and sipped your drink to hide it.

"For the love of God, don't say it's another Strange!" Tony teased.

"In a way, it is." Supreme replied, taking your hand to his lips and kissing it.

Natasha looked at you intently and then smiled. "I think I know what it is."

You smile brightly at her.

"Stop the suspense. Just talk at once!" Tony demanded impatiently.

Stephen completely ignored Tony and held out his hand for you to stand up and pulled you into his arms speaking into your ear "Tell them, sweetheart."

You inhaled deeply turning to face your friends who now looked at you anxiously. Stephen wrapped his arms around your waist. Defender and Supreme were smiling proudly.

 "We're having a baby." You announced and they cheered excitedly and you felt your heart getting warm with all that affection. Tears accumulating at your waterline.

"That's wonderful news, Y/n." Pepper said hugging you. "It'll be great not to be the only mom around here." She said.

"So how did this happen?" Tony asked looking genuinely surprised. “Y/n why didn’t you tell me that? How long are you guys keeping this secret?”

"I don't think we need to explain how babies are made, Stark." Supreme returned to which everyone laughed.

“I was waiting for the best moment to tell” You confessed.

"Ha ha, really funny. “Tony rolled his eyes to Supreme. What I meant was, you guys were trying for a baby and didn't mention anything?"

Stephen just chuckled and pulled you to his lips.

"We weren't planning, but..." Defender began to explain.

"But we were definitely doing everything we could to make it happen. Many, many times." Supreme teased, interrupting Defender and making you blush and your friends laugh.

"…We are extremely happy." Defender concluded.

"This is incredible. Children are a blessing. In Asgard we judged a happy family by the number of children they had." Thor explained.

"Thank god we're not in Asgard. Or I'd be considered a very unhappy person." Natasha replied and then got up and hugged you. "I'm so happy for you, Y/n." She faced Stephen smirking "I can't say the same for the child who will have three Stranges as parents."

Supreme chuckled. "I know deep down you love me, Romanoff."

"Yeah, you're delusional." She retorted making you giggle.

"You know he or she will call you Aunt Nat, right?" Stephen teased and Natasha smirked.

"Why do you think I'm so happy about the news? There's something really special about being Aunt Nat, I can spoil your kids without regrets."

"Okay, now I'm worried." Defender said chuckling and holding your hand pulling you closer.

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Arkhelios Adventures

“How much longer do you think this will take? Does it take longer if you're pregnant?”

Theo stared at the pregnancy test on his lap expectantly, fearing the worst.

What had he done? He'd done everything his parents had told him not to. He'd slept with Adam and now he was going to be pregnant or die or lose Adam or any of the other horrible things his fathers had shouted at him. It hadn't felt wrong when they'd started, but now, surely the consequences would start rolling in. 

Adam for once in his life, looked calm and collected. Usually he'd be right there beside Theo having a breakdown, but today was different. Something had changed in him, like for once in his life, he was confident about his choices.

“It's going to be negative,” Adam predicted. “We used three types of birth control, Theo. I can do the birth control spell that your dad couldn't figure out. Hell, you can do it too! Everything's going to be okay. Do you regret it? Should we have waited?”

Theo frowned, but shook his head.

“No, I don't regret it. For the first time in my life, something makes sense. It-it's just my parents. What if they're right about sex? What if I've ruined my life like they said I would? What if- oh, it's ready.”

Theo took a deep breath and held it, hoping and praying that it would be negative.

“Congratulations, you're not pregnant,” Adam stated, like it was incredibly obvious that this would be the outcome all along. “Just like I told you it would be. Your parents aren't always right, you know. Even without the other birth control, you can cast spells like no one else, and I've already summoned the Maricourt wand because of you. We've got this. Trust me.”

Theo could hardly understand his boyfriend, as the floor was falling out from under him in a way he hadn't expected. He wasn't pregnant. Adam wasn't pregnant. He had had sex and he wasn't dying as a direct result. He didn't have to drop out of school like his father had. He had done the scariest thing he could think of, and he was absolutely fine.

“My parents were wrong,” he whispered with awe. “They're wrong. Oh my god, Adam, what else are they wrong about? We…we can do whatever we want and not worry about their predictions of death and destruction. We had sex and we're fine!”

“Well, maybe we shouldn't do everything they say not to,” Adam conceded, seeing the feral look of excitement on Theo's face. “But see? We're fine and you don't regret it, so everything is perfect.”

“You know, we could skip first period and do it again,” Theo said, wrapping his arms around Adam with a wicked grin. “I'd really like to do it again, how about you?”

Adam beamed with excitement and nodded.

“First period is boring anyway. There's nothing I want more than to lock the door and spend the morning with you.”

“Done.”

“Adam! Theo! You can't skip class to make out. You'd better be dying or Dad's going to be pissed.”

Remy snapped her fingers and the doorknob in front of her unlocked. It was such a rookie spell that it was hardly worth the effort it must have taken to cast it.

“Adam, I-oh!”

Remy stopped in her tracks once she'd seen what she'd walked in on. Adam really had skipped class to make out; she was impressed.

“Remy, get out! Theo and I are busy!”

"Yeah, we're not feeling well, so we decided to skip class to rest. Is that such a problem?"

Remy's eyes fell to the condoms and pack of birth control pills wedged on the floor under her brothers bed and nearly burst out laughing.

“Oh my god, my baby brother punched his v-card, I can't believe it! And with Theo, knowing how strict his parents are? This is amazing, Malika will never believe me.”

“Ew, if you could never say any of that again, that'd be great,” Adam replied, wrinkling his nose in disgust. “You're only older than me by two minutes anyway, and I know that you and Malika are sleeping together too. So I'd you tell our parents about us, I'll tell them about you.”

“Please, like they'd care,” Remy said, rolling her eyes. “You're so dramatic, Adam. First of all, Dad is in the middle of planning a royal wedding and Mom’s gone off the deep end and has been living in libraries for some reason. Ewan had to make dinner last week because she couldn't put some dusty old book down, so, no I don't think they care about what Malika and I get up to.”

She looked at the contented look on her brother's face, despite his aggression and had to smile despite herself. For the first time in their lives, Adam looked sure of himself about something. He really was serious about the little demon hybrid that caused so much drama in their lives. Theo was equally certain about this step in their relationship, nuzzling against her brother's neck in a way that made Remy want to be sick. God, those two were insufferable with how adorably they were staring at each other. It must have been some morning.

“You owe me one,” she decided. “I won't tell the Bellamys, but you owe me. You can tell Dad why you missed class yourself though. If you think with the head on your shoulders, you'd know that you screwed up. Amateurs. Better think something good up, he seemed pretty pissed.”

[nerdzzone]

A Hopeful Mishap

Summary: An unexpected surprise has Madeline and Chris cautiously excited for the next big challenge in their relationship.

Part of the Back To You series

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June 2020

Madeline’s head was spinning.

She felt weak, she felt dizzy and she felt a little bit nauseous, but after the diagnosis she’d just been given, it was impossible for her to know whether the way she was feeling was a result of hearing the news or if it was a symptom of her condition.

She was pregnant.

It wasn’t news that she’d been expecting to hear when she went into the doctor’s office that day, but as the shock began to settle she had to admit that it shouldn’t have been entirely unexpected. After all, she’d made the appointment because her period was late, but that had been a common occurrence over the last year and she’d been so sure that - as with all the other times - pregnancy wasn’t the reason. Ever since the dramatic weight loss she’d struggled with throughout her grieving process, she hadn’t had a regular cycle. She’d lost her period completely for almost six months and then when it returned, it was consistently unreliable and worse than it had ever been before. 

In an attempt to give her natural hormones a chance to figure themselves out, she’d stopped taking her birth control pills earlier in the year and despite that choice making no noticeable difference, they’d been relying on the pull out method ever since. She thought they’d been careful and she’d tried her best to track her ovulation, but - as her doctor had just pointed out - it would have been very difficult for her to track it correctly if her cycles weren’t regular.

And now, they were going to have a baby.

She knew that Chris would be happy. He’d been open about his desire to be a dad since they first started dating and he’d been quite worried about her since she’d shared her concerns. He hadn’t brought it up with her, but in the days leading up to her appointment, she’d caught him researching various ailments that could be causing her problems so she knew he’d be relieved that it was nothing more serious.

Then again, having a baby was pretty serious too and Madeline wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about it.

For so long, the thought of having a baby terrified her and she’d spent many years associating starting a family with giving up her dreams, her career, and her independence. Before she left him, the guilt of knowing that it was something Chris was eager for and something she wasn’t ready to give him had turned it into a subject that filled her with dread. But their situation had changed. She wasn’t so focused on her career anymore and giving up some of her independence to raise a child was something that had been starting to feel more like it would be a privilege than the punishment she used to think it would be.

There were still a few things that concerned her, but there was an undeniable flicker of excitement bubbling inside her - especially when she thought about breaking the news to Chris. He’d wanted to go with her to the appointment, but there were still restrictions in place that limited the number of people allowed in the doctor’s office to only those who the appointments were for so Madeline had convinced him not to come. She found herself feeling quite grateful for his absence as it allowed her to use her drive home to gather her thoughts and get over the shock, but by the time she’d pulled back into their driveway, she was no wiser about how to tell him. Visions of viral pregnancy reveals danced through her mind, but she knew Chris would have questions as soon as she walked in the door and that she would be entirely incapable of keeping the news to herself long enough to come up with any wild way to announce it so as she headed up the steps of their porch, she decided that being direct was her best course of action.

“Chris!” She called out as she closed their front door closed behind her. “I’m home!”

The sound of Chris and Dodger’s footsteps bounding down the hallway immediately filled her ears and Chris’ anxious curiosity was written all over his face as he skidded to a stop in the entryway.

“How did it go? What did the doctor say?”

Madeline smiled at his eager concern as she scratched Dodger’s ears and tried to figure out what to say.

“Well, she wasn’t super worried at first because, like I said, being underweight and all the stress of the last couple of years can have a huge effect on your menstrual cycle,” Madeline started her explanation. “But it turns out there’s a really simple reason for the current problems that I’m having.”

She’d tried to keep it vague - to leave some mystery until she confirmed anything - but the hopeful glint that appeared in Chris’ eye as he watched her carefully told Madeline that he already had some suspicions about what she was about to say and she had to bite her lip to stop her smile from getting even wider as he questioned her.

“Oh, really? What would that be?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Madeline barely had time to register the look of complete joy on Chris’ face before he’d crossed the room and pulled her into his arms. A laugh fell from her lips as she was pressed tightly into his chest and buried his face in her hair as if he just couldn’t get her close enough.

“Really?” He asked, the emotion in his voice stirring up emotions in her as well. “You’re serious?”

“I am,” she assured him, feeling his grip tighten even more and embracing the comfort of his warmth for a moment before she leaned back to look up at him. “I have an appointment next week for a few tests to give us a little more information, but the doctor said there was no doubt.”

“I knew it,” Chris grinned. “I knew it as soon as you told me your period was late.”

“It seems obvious now. It must have happened on your birthday,” Madeline mused, knowing it was the only recent time they’d slipped up. She’d done the math after it happened and been very confident that she couldn’t get pregnant at that time, but obviously she’d been wrong. “We have pretty bad timing though…”

“Why?” Chris smirked. “I think it’s pretty good timing, everything is cancelled and neither of us have anywhere to be.”

“That’s my point,” Madeline argued. “The world’s in such a mess, there might not even be a world left by the time this baby’s born.”

“If there’s no world left then having a baby will be the least of our problems.”

It was a fair counter to her somewhat dramatic claim and Madeline couldn’t help but smile despite the very valid concerns that were running through her mind.

They had been luckier than most throughout the pandemic. Once it was clear that everything was shutting down, they’d settled in at home in Massachusetts with Scott and spent the first few months of strict lockdowns just hanging out and enjoying each other’s company. Life had been so busy in various ways for all of them in the last few years so being forced to drop everything and spend a few months of quality time together was somewhat of a blessing in disguise despite the uncertainty brought on by the ‘unprecedented’ shutdown of the world. Of course, like everyone else, they had days where the close proximity had them all at each other’s throats and days when they grew anxious to get back to normal, more productive life, but they’d tried to make the best of it and Chris and Madeline had really appreciated how the lack of distractions gave them the time to reconnect and rebuild a solid foundation for their relationship.

However, their comfortable situation didn’t shelter them entirely from the mess the virus was causing. A quick scroll through any social media showed the widespread suffering that was happening all over the world and while the case numbers did seem to be declining at least temporarily, there was still no long-term solution and the virus was still running quite rampant with no guarantees that things would be any more under control in the next nine months.

“Okay, that’s true,” Madeline admitted. “But you know what I mean, things are so bleak at the moment. What kind of world are we bringing a child into?”

“One where they’ll be surrounded by so much love from everyone we know that they won’t even notice any of the bad things.”

Once again, that was a statement that Madeline couldn’t argue with and just the thought of how excited all their friends and family would be had the sting of tears pricking in her eyes.

“This baby is going to have more love than they know what to do with,” she agreed, but there was another little doubt nagging at the back of her mind that she couldn’t help but voice. “But, do you think it’s happening a little soon?”

She hoped that Chris wouldn’t take her concern as any kind of sign that she had doubts about their relationship, but they’d only just settled back into life together when the pandemic had forced them into a living situation that wasn’t really comparable to their normal everyday routine so she felt it was a fair question. She knew in her heart that she would always love Chris and that he felt the same - that had become clear after they both spent their three and a half year separation moping and pining away for each other - but she’d learned the hard way the first time around that love wasn’t always enough. Chris had a busy life with a job that demanded a lot from him while she was currently in the process of a career change as she’d just barely pulled herself out of the pit of her grief. Children were a complicated addition to even the most stable relationships and she had to admit that it made her a little bit nervous.

“Probably a little sooner than I would have suggested if it was planned,” Chris admitted, but after a moment of thought, he shrugged. “But, if I’m bein’ honest, it doesn’t really matter to me. I’m all in, Madeline. I want to be with you for the rest of my life and I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen so whether we have a baby now or in ten years, my feelings aren’t going to change.”

He spoke with such casual conviction that Madeline couldn’t help but believe him and she felt her heart swell in her chest as the tears that she’d been fighting back began to blur her vision until they spilled over and slipped down her cheeks. 

“That’s sweet, Chris,” she choked out. “And I hope you know that I feel the same way.”

Chris’ face immediately shifted into a look of skepticism, but he managed to push it away almost as fast as it appeared.

“Yeah?” He questioned, gently wiping away her tears with his thumb. “Are you sure? Because I’ve been bracing myself to talk you out of a panic attack since you got home and told me the news.”

That admission and the gentle smirk on his face left Madeline unsure about whether she should feel offended that he had so little faith in her ability to hold it together or touched that he’d been fretting about what her reaction would be, but in the end a smile slid onto her face as she let his comment slide and nodded her head.

“I’m very sure,” she assured him. “I learned the hard way that walking away from you was the worst decision I could have made and I’m never going to do it again. I know starting a family was something that I used to be really scared of and I know that I let it drive us apart, but I think I’m ready for it now and I hope it’ll bring us even closer together.”

“How could it not?” His question came out as hardly more than a murmur and Madeline noticed his eyes had grown glassy too as his hands slipped down to rest on her stomach. “They’re half you and half me, they’re gonna be the coolest kid in town.”

Despite the tenderness of the moment, that claim pulled a snort of laughter from Madeline as she raised her eyebrow suspiciously.

“Hmm, I’m not sure about that. They’ll definitely be determined and probably a little controlling, but I’m not sure that ‘cool’ is a word anyone used to describe either of us until we were at least twenty.”

“Maybe it was twenty for you,” Chris chuckled. “But I think I was probably at least twenty-five before I was even close to being cool and those teenage years were rough.”

“They were rough for you, weren’t they?” Madeline teased. “With those bad haircuts, braces and all that musical theatre…”

“Yeah, it’s no wonder you didn’t wanna date me until I was thirty.”

“Oh, please,” Madeline scoffed. “That was all your fault. I would have absolutely dated you in high school even with your tragic style choices.”

“I still find that hard to believe,” Chris smiled. “But at least I’ve learned from my mistakes and I can pass that knowledge onto our little baby when the time comes.”

Madeline knew that no self-respecting teenager would take style tips from their dad even if he was still a big Hollywood celebrity at that time, but the phrase ‘our little baby’ had her so distracted that she didn’t even bother to argue. 

She was going to have a family again. They were going to have a baby. He was going to be a dad and she was going to be a mom - they were going to be parents. 

She knew that she always had the support of Chris’ family, but there was a certain kind of unfillable hole in her heart that she’d had since she’d lost her parents and while she knew that having a baby wouldn’t magically take away the pain of that loss, she felt like being a mother and having a family of her own might just put a little piece of her broken heart back in place.

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One Month Later

Walking through the cemetery, Chris found himself feeling strangely nervous. He’d always found it a little eerie, but for once it wasn’t the setting that was unsettling him - it was what he was there to do. By the time he got to the right location and saw the familiar headstones, his stomach was in knots but he pushed through as he laid the flowers he’d brought between the two graves and cleared his throat as he stepped back.

“So,” he started, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I don’t really know how to do this, but it feels like an important thing to do so I’m gonna try my best and I’m sure you’ll at least get a kick out of my awkwardness. Greg, I know you always loved any opportunity to laugh at me so it’ll be up to you to keep him focused for me, Mrs. D.”

Despite how incredibly uncomfortable he felt, a smile slid onto his face as images of the many times Madeline’s mom had been forced to rein in her husband flashed into his mind, but even that hint of amusement couldn’t squash his nerves. 

He’d been to visit the graves of Madeline’s parents several times since they died, but talking to them was never something he’d felt was necessary. He’d tried it once the first time he’d visited - he’d attempted an apology and tried to offer an explanation for why he hadn’t been brave enough to face Madeline at their funeral - but it was awkward and strange and he felt like they were just as likely to already know how he was feeling as they were to be able to hear him talking to their graves.

However, it had become an important thing to Madeline and something she made an effort to do on a regular basis. He did go with her from time to time, but he’d always left the talking up to her and now he was forced to muddle through it on his own.

“I know Maddie already stopped by the other day and told you our big news,” he continued. “I’m pretty excited about it, I’ve wanted it for a long time, but I just wanted you both to know that I’m gonna take care of her. I know I did some things that you guys weren’t happy about and even if I never admitted it while you were alive, I do regret how I handled our break up and I should have listened to your advice more carefully than I did.”

He paused, feeling the knot in his stomach tighten again as he took a deep breath.

“We’re back on track now though and we’re better than ever,” he assured them. “And that kinda brings me to why I’m here. I’m going to ask her to marry me.”

He let the announcement hang in the warm summer air of the quiet cemetery for a moment as if he was giving them time to react before he continued.

“I’m gonna wait a few weeks so she doesn’t think I’m just doing it because of the baby, but I know we’ve all talked about this before so I hope I still have your approval. I guess it’d be nice if you could give me some kinda sign that I do, but I’m not even sure that you’re listening to this so, if I’m bein’ honest, I’m gonna do it anyway.”

He shrugged and bit back a smirk, but felt a pang of sadness that he would never get the chance to actually hear their thoughts on his rekindled relationship with their daughter. He was fairly confident that they would have been just as happy as his family had been, but Greg had never been afraid of telling Chris what he thought and he knew there were times after their breakup that he’d been very disappointed in him.

All he could hope was that wherever her parents were watching them from now, they knew how devoted he was to Madeline and how determined he was to do whatever it took to spend the rest of his life with her. He stayed a few minutes longer to do his best to convey that message before eventually making his way back to the car and heading to where he’d told Madeline he was actually going - the grocery store to buy her some ice cream.

It wasn’t until later that evening that his one-sided conversation with her parents returned to his mind.

Madeline was stretched out on the couch with her head in his lap, snoring gently as the first trimester exhaustion seemed to be catching up with her and he mindlessly stroked her hair as he watched the baseball game that was on the TV. It was the Boston Red Sox versus the New York Mets and while Chris had started off only half-paying attention, there was something about the game that quickly sucked him in. It almost felt like he was having deja-vu, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on why. The game had started off appallingly for the Red Sox - they were down by six in the third inning and barely seemed like they had the energy to play - but in the fourth inning they miraculously turned it around. Suddenly they were racking up the runs while the Mets couldn’t get a hit to save their lives.

It wasn’t until the final score of 13-6 flashed up on the screen at the end of the game that Chris realized why it had all felt so familiar to him.

Five years earlier, in the summer of 2015, he’d taken Madeline’s dad to a baseball game. It was something they’d done several times in his life, but that specific day he’d suggested it with the intention of letting him know that he planned to propose and asking for his approval. He knew Madeline would have rolled her eyes and informed him that the only person whose approval he needed was hers - which, funnily enough, he clearly didn’t have at that time - but he was a fan of tradition and it had felt like the right thing to do.

Her dad had been thrilled by the news and knowing that he had his enthusiastic support had only made Chris even more confident in the decision.

But what reminded him of that moment was the way the game he’d just watched had unfolded. The one that he’d attended that day with Madeline’s dad had been exactly the same. The Red Sox were playing the Mets and were losing until the fourth inning when the momentum completely switched and they won with a final score of 13-6.

It wasn’t anything groundbreaking - teams that got off to a rough start often turned it around and won the game - and Chris was aware that visiting Madeline’s parent’s graves had left him feeling quite sentimental, but he couldn’t help but think that perhaps that was the sign that he’d asked for. It could have just been one giant coincidence and nothing worth noting, but as he looked down at Madeline sleeping peacefully in his lap he chose to believe that it was more - that it was her father letting him know that he still supported Chris’ decision to propose as wholeheartedly as he had when Chris had first told him his plan - and the reassurance and confidence that thought gave him was almost enough to have him waking Madeline up right then and there just to ask her as soon as he possibly could.

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[ask-alphabetboyluvr]

So I'm kinda confused about what kind of pill is mentioned that byeol takes. In one of the chapters she says she's ovulating but if someone is on the pill they don't ovulate. The pill stops eggs from releasing so symptoms of ovulation don't appear and when she suspected she might be pregnant then she should've known if she was taking the hormone or the placebo.

No offence but a little misinformation can harm many others.

I still do love your work. And I like how they dealt with the whole might be pregnant thing. Unexpected pregnancies are catastrophic.

Hope they try and be more careful and discuss it again if something fails then what would they do now that they're committed. This type of communication should keep happening between couples for longevity.

Thx for the lovely book xoxo

heya!! very valid question—and as a girlie who's been through the ringer with hormonal birth control I can assure you that just because something is supposed to work in certain way doesn't mean it always does (looking at u, my mortal enemy nexplanon)!!

the mini pill (which is what I've used the most) only stops ovulation for about half of the people who use it. as opposed to stopping ovulation, it thickens the lining up to prevent sperm from reaching the egg, which still gets released. it tends to be less effective than the combined pill and implant, both of which do fully stop ovulation (from what I know).

there also is no placebo on the mini pill. its constant pill taking, no breaks.

the implant and combined pill were nightmarish for me, so when Im on birth control I tend to use the mini pill—but even then, it has to be taken daily at the exact same time so if you slip up and forget etc then you're still at risk!!

so no offence taken, but if a 'little misinformation' (of which in this case, it isnt) is actually just making readers be more aware of birth control, their cycle, and potential changes in their body, I don't think that could be considered harmful. my bestfriend is about 4 weeks away from giving birth despite being on the mini at time of conception so.... yeah. it pays to be aware lol (bc even though its very exciting and everyone is very happy, it very much was unplanned!!)

in relation to the story, B is just joking around when she says that, 'cause she's finding an excuse for why she wants to jump his bones!! so is not supposed to be taken seriously regardless—my bad if it doesnt come across as it was intended! I believe it states that she uses the app more so to check her horoscopes, to indicate that she doesn't actually keep a check on her cycle too closely. so yeah. she's just making a joke 😭

I do wonder what it would be like if it happened at this stage of their relationship, too. neither of them are ready for it, in my opinion, so it would be tough to navigate!

thank you for the kind words!

[michelleelizabethtanner]

Can we talk about how crazy it was that Beth was actually trying to get pregnant to save herself?! So after she had all that sex and got impregnated, what was she gonna do? Stay pregnant so that Rio doesn't kill her? And then what? She did not think that one all the way through.

Side note, I cried laughing when she told Dean to go again right after he came. I was sitting there thinking "He's over 40 and it's not up to him" 😂

I’ve been thinking about this one since you sent it, Anon! Because you’re right, what was Beth gonna do? Just have another baby? So I’ve come to the conclusion that she didn’t actually believe she would get pregnant. She just felt out of control and felt like she needed to be doing something to help her own situation. Almost like penance. Sex with Dean was her penance. Because he’s terrible. As a human and also at sex, with his huffy-puffy sweat face. (Gross.)

A lot of season 3 is Beth paying penance. Rhea and Marcus, sex with Dean, Boomer… She carried a lot of guilt that season so I kinda think she was terrified and desperate and grasping at straws. So like, headcanon: Beth was always on some sort of easily stopped birth control. Like the pill or Nuva ring or something. Which is why she wasn’t all that worried about pregnancy with her raw-dog sex with Rio. And when she told her lie about being pregnant she just stopped whatever birth control she was using. It doesn’t just clear your system immediately. So she was skeptical that she even would get pregnant at all.

I also think a lot of her self-delusion reflects in how she pursued this pregnancy plan. First of all, she has 4 kids. She knows how babies are made. Making your middle aged husband get a testicular hernia from strain isn’t gonna maximize your chances of conceiving. Neither is tons of sex every single day. (Which, actually, this is more evidence that she was on hormonal birth control just prior. She didn’t know when her actual ovulation window was. Because she had JUST stopped whatever she was using and hadn’t had a full cycle yet.) Second, taking 47 pregnancy tests while chugging water reduces chances of seeing a potential positive. Everyone knows to use first morning urine because it’s the most concentrated. So a negative won’t just suddenly be positive 5 minutes later. Either she’s an idiot (which is plausible) or it’s what I said – she was having a hysterical moment of desperation and just needed to feel like she was taking some action to save herself.

That’s probably why her fight with Dean about how she wants another baby and how it isn’t fair that he isn’t taking her feelings into account, isn’t about a potential pregnancy at all. It’s another one of their “you’re really good at making sandwiches” moments where he invalidates her and doesn’t see a single thing about her. She argues not for the pregnancy, but for him to just ONCE get his head out of his ass and notice her.

Lie #1

She doesn’t believe this one bit. Getting pregnant again would be a terrible thing. But she needs to do something, so she’s here having this idiotic argument.

Lie #2

Lmao, she absolutely was having sex with “someone at work.” And would again. And wants to again. Probably thinks about it in her private moments.

The almost:

She thought he almost saw her. She’s outraged but she also makes it clear that she is talking about Rio. Meanwhile, Dean has no freaking clue about anything.

Her frustration and disgust here is so palpable. She has no respect for Dean in this moment and maybe this is part of her realization just how little she cares about him. She feels guilt and responsibility toward him, but she doesn’t love or respect him. The woman who iced him out sexually for two years is now emasculating him by rolling her eyes at his prudishness. Because she’s had better and she’s more powerful and more sexual than he is. He will never satisfy or fulfill her.

She didn’t want his baby. She never believed she would really get pregnant. She just needed to go through the motions.

She doesn’t even fight that hard for it.

[zoemaywrites]

A little mistake

In which the reader falls pregnant and decides what to do.

Part one of a miniseries

>1000 words

TW: angst!! mentions of abortion, teen pregnancy, harry being a cutie

It was near impossible to stop the tears from free-flowing down y/n's flushed cheeks. These types of things didn't happen to a girl like y/n, she was the most unproblematic, ordinary girl anyone had ever met - so what had happened? As she debated this, salty tears continued to flow down her cheeks onto the soft material of her shirt where they gathered and dampened it. It was hard to believe how life could change so swiftly, in the blink of an eye. Her fate decided for her at 17 years old, in 180 seconds.

Harry would be mortified. They were both on the road to freedom when it got shut down in a matter of seconds. There were always options, something y/n had thought about once in a blue moon, something she never thought would become a reality, but had quickly become her reality, or more so, their reality.

It felt like a nightmare - all the things they had both done to prevent this from happening, out the window. Y/n had been on birth control since she was fifteen, and they had always used protection just as a precaution. What were the chances? The pill being 99% effective and condoms 97%, they seriously had less than a 0.1% chance of this ever happening. But it did. And she felt like an idiot.

It took more or less a school week for Harry's concerned questions and side-eyed glances to become enough. He was so calculated in everything he did, but it went out the window as soon as he saw her wearing her comfort hoodie and joggers to school - and that was only the first day. He felt like he was begging her to let him into her mind. He never wanted to be cut off from her, and she never wanted to cut him out, but she couldn't deal with his potential reaction to the news when she had such a big choice to make. And she knew he should be part of that, but she wanted some peace before the inevitable storm that was for sure coming her way.

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"What do I do?" Harry had vented to Gemma. She had been worried about how distracted and distant he had become after the third day of little to no conversation at the dinner table. It took less than 3 minutes (180 seconds) of coaxing to get him to start rambling, and once he started, he found himself unable to stop.

Harry had checked every possible date in his mind, so sure he had messed something up, her birthday? No. Their anniversary? No. Some event he had missed? Maybe, but he didn't think so. He couldn't think of anything to cause the sudden shift, and that made the whole ordeal much worse.

"She's been so distant lately, she doesn't speak to me anymore, she never wants to hang out, claiming she's ill, I mean, she can't even fucking look at me!" He had ranted, hands pulling at his hair in frustration. Gemma had sat quietly throughout the whole thing, listening carefully and trying to gauge the situation. She contemplated her next words, calculating her next move.

"I know this probably isn't what you want to hear, but do you think, maybe, just maybe she might have lost interest and doesn't know how to break things off?" She knew this would hurt Harry, but she had always been a logical person, much like her younger brother, and thought he would need to hear it.

Harry stood in disbelief.

"No. You can't possibly think she wants to break up? I mean we were fine, literally last week we were talking about a future together, a house, a family, and we know we're young but this is it for us, this is what we want, and I don't think, I mean she couldn't, could she?" He started to panic. She couldn't really want to break up, could she? Oh god, what if he had been reading into things all wrong and she felt bad for breaking his heart, so she just went along with everything? Harry couldn't stand the thought. He needed out.

Before Gemma could say another word, he slammed his way out of the house onto the quiet neighbourhood streets.

-

Little did Harry know, y/n had already made up her mind. She had decided not to get Harry involved, and to sort this out herself, on her own, on her terms.

A/n: Hope you enjoy - this is going to be a part of a mini-series to kickstart my account! Any feedback is appreciated and welcomed :)

[tightjeansjavi]

How’re you feeling babe?

Adding to the iud conversation bc I don’t know a single person who hasn’t had a traumatic experience w them- having a successful iud placement was still one of the worst things I’ve ever done in my life. It’s been awesome to have. But definitely wasn’t worth it. I got it a couple days after I turned 18, I was given zero information about the process, I couldn’t find anything negative about it. This being at a clinic with all women staff that heavily advocate for iuds and use them themselves.

Because I was 18, and had a couple of decently sized tattoos that I more or less napped through, I treated them like they would be the same kind of physical trauma. Eating a substantial meal before hand and hydrating as much as I could. Otherwise I was completely clueless. So I drive myself there (they asked about this but didn’t say anything which still baffles me). I’m supposed to go to work after my appointment. The first thing they ask is if I’ve taken any kinds of medication before hand, give me 800mg of ibuprofen, and send me to wait.

The placement went perfectly fine. And still no one tells me what to expect afterwards other than that I might have some mild cramping and that I could leave whenever I was ready. I was in so much shock that I was completely numb and left way before I should’ve. I didn’t make it to checkout before I needed to sit down so I didn’t pass out. I didn’t make it to my car before threw up in the parking lot. By this point the pain started to kick in. My 10 minute drive home took over 30 minutes from the amount of times I had to stop on the side of the road to vomit from the pain alone. I called into work crying (at this point I was still working my first job at a family owned business where calling in was more or less quitting). I was in too much pain to leave bed for at least the next day. As an insanely anxious teenager I really thought something had gone wrong and I was dying.

10/10 do not recommend. Would not do again. And I am dreading the day I have to get this pulled out of my body. I tried to get it taken out early (at 5 years instead of 7 or 8 or whatever) and my doctor refused unless I was planning on having kids 🤠

All in all, having a successful placement, imagining what it would be like to have something go wrong, I can’t even comprehend what you’re going through. It’s mentally taxing without having the physical component attached. Make sure to take the time to treat and take care of yourself. You deserve all of the best things in the world. 🩷

Nonnie,

I’m so sorry that I am just seeing this now 😭

I am feeling a lot better than I was last week, but still pretty upset (I’m just doing a good job of hiding it) I have no words to describe what you went through, and I am so so sorry that you had such a traumatic experience ☹️ I’m hearing more and more horror stories about people get IUD’s and I definitely don’t think I will be getting one in the near future after what happened to me, but maybe down the road. I wish that we didn’t have to worry about the possibility of getting pregnant and have to pump our bodies with hormones that actually have done more harm than good (in most cases) I’ve been taking the birth control pill since I was 17 and while it has helped me in some capacity (cramps, heavy bleeding, acne) it’s definitely also had a long lasting negative effect on my mental health.

I appreciate you so much for sharing your experience, and I hope your removal process when the time comes, goes smoothly!

-Gi

[creepykuroneko]

It always strikes me as odd when I'm having a conversation with another ADULT about sex and pregnancy comes up. To be specific the odd part in the conversation is when people complain they don't want kids, another kid, or act like conception is a 100% guaranteed outcome.

When I try to playfully remind people that contraceptives, abortion, and adoption are all valid options the conversation falls flat. In the USA newborn parents have the option to drop a baby who's less than a month old off at a fire department, hospital, or police stations, with no questions asked. They can straight up abandon a baby at these locations. To my knowledge fire departments even have a baby drop off box, and yet many Americans don't take advantage of these services.

Example 1: was talking with a co-worker who I'm very close to, she and I are the same age, and I was jokingly venting my sexual frustration because my husband and I ran out of condoms so we couldn't have a quickie before work. She give me a stern look and asked in all seriousness, why are you guys using condoms? Mind you she knows damn well that I do not ever want to have children. We've discussed that topic at great lengths. So I told her, because I like to have sex and I do not want to get pregnant. That ended the conversation right there.

Example 2: Friend was complaining about his teenage sons, how they keep talking back to him, and acting like they know everything. I told him it'll be okay there's less than 10 years till they're 18 and out of the house. His response was, "not unless I have more kids". I playfully reminded him there are different options to make sure that doesn't happen. He continued to complain about how much worse his life would be financially if he had more kids. I guess he was complaining just for the sake of complaining but at the same time I hope he would have enough sense to practice safe sex?

Example 3: Former coworker was telling me about how she was having an affair with a guy in her apartment. Please note I do not condone affairs. She was said that with the way things are going, he's going to end up getting both her and his wife pregnant. I reminded her that condoms and the morning after pill are always an option. She rolled her eyes at me and said, "I guess". I get it I can't tell other people what to do with their life. Yet the thought of people not taking the simplest measures to prevent something bad from happening really rubs me the wrong way.

Example 4: Another one of my friends who I love but does not always make good decisions in life has several children who she struggles to take care off. Don't get me wrong they are fed, well clothed, and go to school, but financially she is struggling, and she has a lot of Mental Health problems. She has this weird habit where when she is single she'll be on the pill or some other form of birth control but as soon as she starts dating a new man she immediately gets rid of all her contraceptives. Her excuse is, " they were making me sick". She was single for 3 years and was on the pill non-stop that entire time, but the moment she got a new boyfriend she immediately went off the pill a week later. 🤔 when I have asked her about making sure she doesn't get pregnant she says she uses the pull-out method which is not a good way to avoid pregnancy. She acts like getting pregnant when you're having sex in general is a inevitable side effect. Despite the fact that I know that she knows damn well how to avoid getting pregnant. Should talk about how she can't afford another baby but then when I try to talk to her about better contraceptives she shrugs it off like her fate is to continue to have babies.

These are just a few examples I have. There is no real point to this post I just felt like venting about something that bothers me. Please note, I am a polyamorous, bisexual, who has multiple sex partners. We always use condoms, we pay attention to menstrual cycles, and we take other measures to ensure safety first. So the thought of so many people not taking the most basic action to avoid and unwanted pregnancy just plain pisses me off. You live in a major city in the usa and you have a job! You have fucken options. Hell even many clinics will hand out free condoms these days Plus community colleges and universities.

[reel-fear]

Gotta say I can't stand people acting like Appledusk genuinely loved either of his mates. He didn't love Reedshine enough to be faithful, and he didn't love Mapleshade enough to not canonically stand her up for weeks, nor did he care about their kids enough not to actively (if indirectly) call them mistakes.

And no, apologists, MAPLESHADE was the side-chick. This stupid idea that Reedshine must've been the second mate because she was pregnant later is one of the stupidest things you could possibly say. Why are you implying you need to be pregnant and/or have kids to be fucking married??

And slightly off-topic, but "Mapleshade used her kits/Mapleshade babylocked Appledusk!" Is all around dumb.

THEY ARE FERAL. CATS. THEY DO NOT HAVE FUCKING BIRTH CONTROL. What do they WANT her to have done when she realised she was pregnant? Eat a deathberry?

And using the first "Appledusk is mine, these kits will make sure of that" line as "proof" is stupid too. Look at the actual context of the line in the book instead of watching one YouTube video.

Remember also: Appledusk has been standing her up on their nightly meetings for weeks to the point she had to tell him she's pregnant at a gathering. She did not just go to speak with him "because she thinks she's above the rules." Was she just meant to never tell her husband who she believes loves her she was pregnant?

Mapleshade sees from where she is hiding when Reedshine walks up to Appledusk and cuddles with him. She walked away and saw another woman move up to her husband (who she believes is monogamous and not a prick having an affair, Maple has no idea she is actively his side-chick) and flirt and snuggle him. She just told him she is pregnant, and this other woman is flirting with him. ANYONE would get momentarily jealous at that.

And even in some universe Mapleshade did genuinely think something was going on between the man she loves and Reedshine, IT TURNED OUT CORRECT. Appledusk IS having a fucking affair.

Obviously, it's not Reed's fault, it's entirely and 100% Appledusk's, but still.

And apologists need to stop using Maple thinking about Appledusk when the kits are born to back their "she used them to trap him" bullcrap. Is a new mother not allowed to think about her husband and wish the father of her children could meet them?

And bonus when they twist everything to say this but completely ignore Frecklewish and Oakstar literally stating that they want to raise the kids as weapons and nothing else.

YEA YEA... Like my biggest problem with the way ppl talk abt Mapleshade is all this shit being used as justification for why she deserves to have her life ruined and her babies die is HORRIFYING. Moth flight is shown to be incredibly easy to make jealous, Jayfeather and Lionblaze have blind faith in Starclan to tell them how to solve everything. ivypools motive for being in the df is kinda petty and she KILLS SOMEONE TWICE IN THERE. and Lionblaze only contunies to MURDER AND MURDER AND MURDER as the books go on. Hollyleaf murdered the person she saw as responsible for hurting her family only to take it back and hurt her family by unleashing the secret anyways.

Stop acting like Mapleshade deserved her tragedy at all. Compared to other warriors protagonists who also have blind faith in starclan make dumb and morally reprehensible choices she isnt any different than them. And on the babylock thing. it takes two to tango and if Appledusk didnt want kits or didnt want to stay with Mapleshade any more... Why did he "yknow" her??? Its entirely his own fault. She cant get an abortion or take a pill to not get pregnant unwanted pregnancies in warriors are so common they're becoming something the books themselves are addressing as wrong and bad. [this also works for the "she was seeing the guy who killed flowerpaw and freckles brother fucked up' excuse, I believe the time frame between that happening and maples kits being born was mentioned to be close enough that its likely Maple n Dusk had those kits BEFORE that incident. And like I said cat abortions dont exist so once again fuck Frecklewish fuck her grief she attacked and screamed at babies Im glad shes in hell <3]

When we start talking about mapleshade people suddenly switch to a mode where anything is okay unless Mapleshade did it and will do ANYTHING to twist the narrative to protect the horrible people around Mapleshade. Sure Mapleshade was dumb and naive and thats one of the biggest reasons her life falls apart. But making bad decisions and doing bad things shouldnt be punishable by kitten death in a world where Moth Flight or Clear Sky or Grey Wing get away free with the HORRIBLE actions they have taken. Bramblestar is stupid he takes actions only to boost his inflated ego and hurts his wife why did Starclan punish Maple for her wrong deeds but not him? She put blind faith in Starclan isnt an excuse BECAUSE BLIND FAITH IN STARCLAN IS BASICALLY REQUIRED IN WARRIORS!!! we only recently got arcs showing Starclan in a flawed light so no Mapleshade doesnt actually do a lot wrong by warriors standards people are just fucking dumb. Anyways if anyone reads this and feels the need to give me a nasty reply or get defensive bc Freckle, Apple, Oak and whatever the name of the riverclan leader was deserve to go to hell for their crimes. You better have passages from the book to back you up or I will eat you alive.

[aiqingdemeimiao]

seeing america take steps to ban abortion (with rumours of the right to be prescribed contraception being the next to fall) is terrifying. i really don't think americans understand just how much of the world uses america as a litmus test for what they can get away with too. if women lose rights in america, a lot of other countries are going to point at you and go "see! women don't need those rights! even the west agrees!".

here, we now only have the right to an abortion if you have a medical condition that makes pregnancy unsurvivable (backed up by evidence from three separate doctors) or if there is something wrong with the development of the baby.

"i don't want a baby" isn't a reason.  "i can't afford a baby" isn't a reason. "i was raped" isn't a reason.

as a result, many women get back-alley abortions for unwanted pregnancies caused by their husbands forcing them into sex (marital rape is not a crime - just assume all chinese men are rapists and save yourself some time). and even more common is a pregnant woman being taken by her husband to a secret doctor who will illegally test the sex of the foetus and do a d&c (often without anaesthesia or pain relief, or properly sterilised instruments) to remove it if it's female. men don't want daughters, even with the new 3 child policy in place.

adding onto this, contraception (both birth control pills and things like vasectomies) are heavily controlled and restricted too. the government wants as many children to be born as is possible these days, due to our top-heavy ageing population. the only way for women to truly be safe is to completely abstain from heterosexual relationships (and pray to god you don't get raped).

feminist groups pushing for reproductive freedom and spreading knowledge of how to stop yourself getting pregnant have all been censored off the internet. simply typing "6b4t" (east asian feminist slogan) into chinese social media can get your account - which is tied to your real life identity - banned and lead to a visit from the police.

i don’t want to see american women end up like this. i don’t want to see you censoring your posts and typing in code to get desperate women to safehouses to end unwanted pregnancies without the police surrounding the building. i don’t want to see you creating a black market for abortifacients and contraceptives because you can’t guarantee a doctor will prescribe them to you. and i really do not want to see women across the world end up like this too because america has set the example. 

american women have got to fight this now because it’s much easier to protect something you already have than to attempt to reclaim something once you’ve lost it. 

[dxmedstudent]

Mini sexual health rant of the day.

I fully support access to contraception, and to information about contraception so that people can make choices about their body and decide what is best for them in terms of contraception. Sex is an activity that is natural, normal and healthy, and people have a right to pursue sex with other consenting adults. But part of that is understanding the inherent risks. It's a pet peeve of mine that because sex education is usually awful, a lot of people don't know how likely it is to get pregnant from unprotected sex, and how well most contraceptives prevent pregnancy. I would love to direct as many people to contraception choices, as a good and very visual website to refer to. For example, some people will say "I'm not trying to get pregnant, but I'm not using protection". I guess they mean that they aren't putting in extra effort like tracking exactly when they ovulate, but it gives this implication that getting pregnant involves special effort, rather than being the default for most people. The reality is that, especially if you are young, getting pregnant is VERY likely. Even not adjusted for age or fertility issues, 85% of people with uteruses who have regular unprotected sex get pregnant in a year.

Excuse my crude capture of the diagrams from contraceptive choices - but I love these 100 person diagrams because they very visually show how many people get pregnant. If we don't use protection, we are MUCH more likely to get pregnant than not. If you're young and have no fertility issues, the percentage is actually higher. Statistically, having regular unprotected sex IS, more or less, trying for a baby. The potential window period during which someone can get pregnant is big enough that a good chunk of every month is pretty fertile time. There's a reason that without birth control, many families were historically very large. Basically, fuck around for long enough, and you WILL find out. And yet, we don't talk about this - unless you count the scaremongering "never have SEX EVER or you'll die of AIDS/be disowned for being a teen parent" crowd. It's frustrating because it stops us from being able to have productive and non-shaming discussions about sex and gaps in our knowledge. This worries me hugely because I see a lot of patients who don't want a baby, but really have no idea that having regular unprotected sex is THIS likely to lead to pregnancy. Like, a disturbing number of people don't view sex and pregnancy as linked - and I wonder if that's because we as a society sensationalise sex whilst discussing contraception is still more taboo than it needs to be. Which is weird because your privates are just like any other body part, and should be no more shameful to talk about. Diagrams like this are also good for showing how effective contaceptives are in comparison to each other. The most reliable contraceptives are things like the implant, the copper coil and hormonal coil, and surgical sterilisation (permanent). You can pretty much lump them into one group because they are all fairly similar in effectiveness. The depo injection is sliightly less effective at 3/100 pregnancies in a year, but that's still pretty good.

Then you get the tier that is still pretty good, but more prone to user error, because people are human:

Things like the combined pill, progestagen only pill, patch and vaginal ring fall into this category.

Condoms are important for preventing STIs, and are still fairly reliable! But in the long run they are less reliable than hormonal contraception the way most people use them. But still, excellent to use for preventing STIs, and much better than not using anything at all.

Then we've got the slightly less reliable tier - things like withdrawal and natural family planning, which are MUCH more prone to user error. You're almost twice as likely to get pregnant using withdrawal than using condoms! Now, they can still be an option for people who really CAN'T stand hormonal contraception, as long as they know the risks and for whom the higher chances of getting pregnant aren't a dealbreaker.

Of course, there's more to picking a contraceptive than effectiveness - side effects and how much they affect our life are a huge part of it. Some things are a daily hassle, some things require setting a weekly or monthly alarm, or regular nurse appointments/collecting presciptions. Cost can be an issue for some people, depending on where you are. But the key thing here is that if people don't use SOME kind of contraceptive, they are VERY likely to get pregnant. And we need to make clear that this is independent of how much you WANT to get pregnant. Have as much sex as you want, but please think carefully about what to do to minimise your risks unless you ACTIVELY want to have children right now.

[rocorambles]

Reciprocate

Pairing: Akaashi x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Mafia AU, Kidnapping, Rape/Non-Con, Forced Impregnation, Objectification, Degradation, Humiliation

Summary: You should have known better than to think you could ever truly escape from him, especially when you carry something he treasures so dearly inside of you. 

You reminisce on the early days when you had met the beautiful dark-haired man, when you had been swept off your feet by striking blue eyes and a serene composure. 

Akaashi had never been just normal to you and you remember how he had made your head spin with the air of mystery he carried around him, how your heart whipped back and forth between the always surprising mixture of sharp blunt words and eloquent poetry he entrapped you with. He was a man full of surprises, truly multi-faceted and you remember watching in awe at how quickly he could go from easily and agilely maneuvering his toned athletic body in the gym to lazily reading classic literature with a hand posessively but gently wrapped around your waist as you curled up besides him on the couch. 

There are many words you could have used to describe Akaashi. But dangerous? Dangerous was not one of them. 

Funny how quickly things can change. 

Even as careful as Akaashi is, even he can’t foresee unexpected circumstances, especially when you are more entangled in the webs of his life than he ever meant for you to be. And he is forced to reveal who he truly is to you or kill you when you get caught up in things and with people who shouldn’t have ever even known you existed. 

You wouldn’t be the first woman he’s killed and his mind flickers to numerous dead bodies, corpses of prostitutes and other unfortunate women strewn about when things became too complicated, when they threatened his position and the safety of his clan. But he can’t bring himself to pull the trigger, can’t even bring himself to think about aiming at you. 

You’re not like the other fleeting distractions and for the first time ever, Akaashi Keiji breaks Fukurodani policies by revealing everything to you in the hopes that you’ll accept him as everything he is, that you’ll join him for the long run. 

Blue eyes storm over when you don’t look at him with the love and acceptance he expected of you, only fear and disappointment apparent in your eyes, and his hands instinctively clench into fists when you flinch away from him, scrambling to create space between the two of you when he reaches out to reassure you that underneath the terrifying family name and insignia, he’s still just him. 

Fine. You’re scared? He’ll give you something to actually be scared of.

His fingers dig deeper than necessary as they roughly drag and shove you, movements harsh and rough enough to make a very clear point, but never enough to permanently mark you. He likes his possessions as pristine as possible after all. And he smiles at how quick you are to go limp in his arms, obediently letting yourself be led when Akaashi’s silky voice patronizingly tells you what a shame it would be for your beautiful body to be decorated with bullet holes. 

You know who Boktuo Koutarou is, even if you’ve never physically met him. Everyone in your city knows who he is, his name whispered and murmured in the streets, tales of his erratic temperament and ruthless wildness spread far and wide. The Fukurodani clan has always been a powerhouse in the underground world, has always controlled your city with an iron fist, and Bokuto, even by Fukurodani standards, has more than risen to the challenge of continuing his family’s undeniable reign, garnering respect and fear even among the monsters that share his insignia. So even though you’ve never met him, you know exactly who you’re shoved to your knees in front of, who Akaashi reverently speaks to and asks for permission from to keep you at the base as his pet, and you don’t dare open your mouth or raise your head, absolute terror paralyzing you. 

Gold eyes peer at you in interest. Whores aren’t uncommon in the base, lewd moans and slick sounds sometimes making the base seem more like a brothel than the home of illicit dangerous business and Bokuto has always encouraged and rewarded his men with the best cunts money can buy especially after particularly successful or tiresome raids. But for as long as he’s known Akaashi, he can count the number of times the younger man has partaken in those base pleasures on just his fingers and even then, they’ve always been one night stands, brief flings. So he’s surprised, to say the least, when the dark haired man asks to keep you around as his little toy and he has a gut feeling that you’ll become a permanent extension of the family, but how can he deny the man who’s resolutely stayed by his side all these years, who’s pledged his life and loyalty to him? Akaashi asks for so little and if all he wants is for Bokuto to provide protection and surveillance for one more body to be happy, then so be it.     

You’re no stranger to sharing a bed with Akaashi, but this is different. You had always thought that he had been holding back with you, swearing that you saw a hint of something darker gleaming behind blue orbs only for it to dissolve away as you were swept away by sensual languid pleasure and gentle, attentive words. And you hate that you were right, voice going hoarse as you scream at the top of your lungs as you’re ruthlessly taken over and over again, a coldness in the eyes you had once loved that pierces deep within you, animalistic possessiveness in the way he marks you, long slender fingers leaving bruises in their wake as he holds your writhing body in place as he thrusts in and out of your abused lower lips. 

Day in, day out. All you know is a fitful sumber that exhaustion forces you into and Akaashi. His scent, his touch, his voice. You’re drowning in his essence. Dying. No. That would be preferable. At least there would be an end. And you silently grieve, unable to even cry real tears anymore when you wonder when this will ever end, if this will ever end. 

As much as Akaashi would love to permanently lay beside you, duty and appearances do call from time to time and he reclines across from Bokuto, watching the black and white haired man boisterously chat with Kuroo Tetsurou, the current head of Nekoma as scantily clad women surround the two men, dragging fingernails down their chests and shamelessly shoving their breasts into their faces in the hopes of gaining their favor. They sure do seem to be enjoying themselves and Akaashi grimaces when one of the prostitutes begins to loudly moan as she grinds against his leader’s swelling erection which doesn’t go unnoticed by sharp eyes. 

“Akaashi, don’t be so uptight. Why don’t I send some of them to your room tonight to help you loosen up?”

Bokuto knowingly smiles in amusement when he’s promptly rejected. 

“Ah, that’s right. You still have your cute pet. But you know Akaashi, pets are temporary. Don’t you think it’s time to make it a little more permanent? Maybe put a ring on it? Hell, I love kids. I wouldn’t mind having a few runts running around the base, especially if they’re yours.” 

Their conversation is interrupted by a rude scoff and Bokuto snarls at Kuroo’s taunting words. 

“Because God knows Bokuto isn’t having kids anytime soon. No woman could stand bearing his kids and listening to his loudmouth for the rest of her life.”

Akaashi tunes out their bickering as the gears in his mind churn. 

He had kept you on your birth control pills, not wanting to disturb his time with you as he broke you in and figured out exactly what his plan for you is. He knows he loves you, knows there’s no life for him without you. But he wasn’t a dreamer. He’s fully aware just how dangerous his life is, how impossible it is for the both of you to be able to grow old together, how much more likely it’ll be that both of you end up dead side by side in a turf war gone wrong. Yet now all he can think of is what you’d be like as a mother, how you’d look pregnant with his children and when your pills run low, he tears your prescription to shreds in front of your eyes. 

You have more fight left in you than he thought you would and he’s enraged by how much you despise the thought of carrying his children, every desperate plea for him to not cum inside of you while you’re unprotected, a direct insult to him and his love for you. All he sees is red as he breeds you over and over again, stuffing you full of his cock and his seed, never stopping until you’re filled to the brim with the sticky proof of his adoration, stomach heavy and sloshing with his declared affection. 

Turbulent emotions ransack you and you wish you could blame it solely on the hormones raging throughout your impregnated body, but you know it’s deeper than that. It had been so easy to become numb to being used, being known as nothing more than Akaashi’s pretty pet, being the victim of a cold, ruthless stranger you realize now that you never really knew. But it’s agonizing to once again see the hints of the man you had fallen in love with and your heart aches at how gentle and considerate Akaashi is to you once more as your belly begins to swell, a comforting hand rubbing your back and holding your hair away from your face as morning sickness has you heaving over the toilet bowl. And you feel something break and shatter into a million pieces inside of you when one night, as your due date quickly approaches, he kneels in front of you, slipping the engagement ring of your dreams onto your trembling hand. 

“I know this isn’t how you dreamed of any of this happening, but I promise you, once the child is born, I’m going to give you the wedding you always wanted and do my best to be the husband and father you deserve and want. I love you.”

You sob, tightly returning Akaashi’s embrace, burying your face in his chest, wishing with all your heart that things could have been different, that you could go back to those early days, that everything in between was a dream, a nightmare. 

But this is reality and as you cradle your baby bump, you know that you need to do something, anything, now that it’s not just your life on the line anymore. 

For the first time in a long time, it seems like fortune is finally on your side as Akaashi relinquishes his leash on you, trusting that your growing bump will permanently tie you to him, that you won’t even think of trying to escape in your current state. And you play your role perfectly, smiling and leaning into his careful touches, accepting the gifts and attention he lavishes you with, looking to all the world like an excited expecting mother perfectly matched with her doting fiance. 

Akaashi resumes taking up longer projects and jobs, no longer seeing a need to keep as careful of a watch over you or a need to remind you of your place besides him every night. And seeing one of their higher-ups relax makes everyone else careless, no one paying you much attention, no more armed men outside your door and windows when Akaashi is away. 

Really, it’s embarrassingly easy for you to escape, so easy that you wonder if this is a trap, almost expecting Akaashi to appear from around every corner and drag you back to the prison he had created for you, and you shudder when you can almost feel his hands against your skin, his voice murmuring cruel cutting words into your ear. 

But no one stops you and you slowly, but steadily make the long journey to Inarizaki territory, discreetly settling in and making a new home for yourself, starting a new life. Inarizaki and Fukurodani have never dealt much with each other, their territories so far apart that it’s pointless to clash or ally with each other when there are so many other enemies and friends closer to both their homes to deal with. You pray that it’s enough to hide you, to allow you to leave your wretched past behind. 

It seems like your prayers are answered as month after month passes, as your belly grows and grows, as you give birth to a beautiful baby girl. You can barely remember a life outside of motherhood, your heart overwhelmingly full of love and happiness as you watch your daughter grow. And as you watch her take her first few wobbly steps as her first birthday passes, you let yourself finally believe that you can really move on and look forward, locking the blue-eyed demon of your past behind you once and for all. 

Except that demon doesn’t want to be locked up, that demon is far too strong and cunning for your flimsy padlock, and you clutch your daughter to your chest when your door slams open one night and your apartment is swarmed by men with the Fukurodani insignia, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes when one last final figure makes their way past your threshold and you stare into familiar blue eyes. 

As if your daughter can sense your anxiety, your fear, your hopelessness, she begins to loudly wail and bawl, wrapping her little arms around your neck and drenching your neck and shirt with her tears and snot, reminding you just how much is at stake right now. 

You do your best to fake some semblance of calmness, drawing on your maternal instincts to still the quivering of your voice as you gently whisper soothing words in her ear, telling her everything will be fine, telling her that these are just mommy’s old friends, all the while watching your ex-lover gracefully make his way towards the two of you, subtly shielding her little body with yours as he approaches. 

Realistically you know there’s not much you can do if he does mean harm to her, but you’d gladly die defending her to the best of your abilities if it came down to it, already ready to beg for her to be spared and for just you to be punished for your transgressions and your betrayal. You finch when you feel his weight settle besides you on the bed as he sits on the edge of the mattress, heart pounding as you feel his familiar presence, and you quickly turn to face him, only to be completely stunned by the softness in his eyes as he gazes at your daughter. 

Relief floods through you and you hesitantly shift, allowing him easier access to see her, something bittersweet trickling inside of you as long slender fingers gently reach out to caress tear-stained cheeks, as your daughter’s sobs die down and curious eyes peer at the stranger who’s touching her. And deep inside you know Akaashi won’t harm her, will fiercely love her, as he tugs her out of your arms and pulls her into his lap, a sad smile pulling on your lips as you watch father and daughter reunite. 

Deep inside you also know that you won’t be as lucky and your fears are confirmed when Akaashi stands, still cradling your giggling daughter in his arms, blue eyes pinning you down with a look you recognize all too well. There’ll be hell to pay for your actions. 

You feel nauseous, body already aching and throbbing in anticipation of your punishment. But you plaster on a smile for your daughter as she happily plays with one of her favorite toys in the backseat of the car between Akaashi and you, peppering her tiny face with kisses as Akaashi and you tuck her into the gorgeous nursery he’s prepared for her, and wishing her good night as Akaashi leads you back out, continuously waving until the nursery door is firmly closed. And only then does your act drop and you sob as a hand harshly grips your wrist, tears only flooding down more as you recognize the hallway you’re being dragged down, body shaking when you’re shoved into a room and a bed you had tried so hard to forget. 

Clothes are being torn from your body and you thrash around as lips descend upon you, a mouth hungrily molding with yours, yelping when teeth harshly bite on your lower lip before pulling apart. You feel so exposed, so helpless, so vulnerable as icy blue eyes glare down at you, Akaashi’s body pinning you in place as he takes in your figure, scrutinizing every line and curve of your body, mapping every familiarity and difference from the last time he’s seen you. But you lay still, wincing when his grip on your wrist becomes bone crushing when you try to instinctively cover yourself from him. 

“I trusted you. I love you. And this is how you repay me? Running away from me? Keeping my daughter away from me?” 

You open your mouth to stutter out some feeble excuse, but gasp when a hand wraps around your neck, warningly tightening before relaxing. The weight of his palm still against your throat keeps you silent. 

“There’s no excuse for what you did. But I promised you that I’d be a good husband, so I’ll forgive you if you show me how sorry you are.”

You nervously watch as he completely lets go of you, eyes trailing after him as he settles his back against the headboard of the bed, beckoning you over to him with a single finger. And you can’t help but feel like foolish prey walking into a trap as you obey, body quivering in fear as he pulls you in and positions you so that your legs straddle his thighs, back arching and a cry slipping past your lips as he teasingly captures one of your nipples in his mouth and sucks. 

“Still so sensitive.” 

You hate how well he’s trained your body, how easily your body betrays you even after being separated from him for over a year, how well he knows every inch of you inside and out and shame and humiliation lance through you when a long digit easily slides into your already dripping heat. 

“I think you’re more than ready, darling.”

Even past your wanton moans, the clanging metal of his belt unbuckling echoes throughout the room and you whimper as something hard presses against your entrance. 

“Come on, love. It’s time for you to apologize. Do you know how much effort and time I spent searching for you?”

You yelp as the hands resting on your waist dig into your flesh before relaxing and rubbing soothing circles into your skin. 

“But it’s okay because you’re here now, you and our daughter are here now, and neither of you are ever leaving me again. Right?”

You vigorously nod your head as blue eyes sharply stare at you, relaxing when they soften and a small smile plays on his lips. 

“Good girl. Now prove it to me.” 

You almost wish Akaashi had just forced himself upon you, finding it so much more demeaning to sink down on his cock all by yourself as he impassively sits back and watches you. But you’re sure that’s the whole point of this, for you to show your submission and acceptance through your actions. After all, nothing he ever does is meaningless. 

And you truly do feel broken, like nothing more than a good wife, a good pet as you wildly shake your hips, bouncing up and down on his cock in a way that makes your breasts jiggle, pussy clenching even tighter and gushing even more when he orders you to look him in the eyes all the while. 

“You’re making me feel so good, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful. You were made for my cock, made for me. Tell me who you belong to.”

In hindsight you’ll be embarrassed by how quick you are to babble his name over and over again in response. But here and now? All you can think about is the warmth in your chest as he praises you, the warmth in your belly as something pleasant and overwhelming builds inside of you. And Akaashi groans at how tightly you squeeze around him as your peak nears, almost cumming from just the hazed over arousal in your lust-filled eyes, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss and swallowing your cries of ecstasy as you reach your high, body convulsing and twitching in his arms as he holds you steady, lips still locked with yours as he thrusts up a few more times before finding his own release and spilling deep inside of you. 

You slump onto him, exhausted body collapsing and still twitching from the onslaught of pleasure. But as the fog from your mind begins to ebb away, you involuntarily tense at the whispered “I love you” that sounds like nails scraping against a chalkboard, hesitating too long to respond in kind. And you know you’ve made a huge mistake when blue eyes are coldly regarding you once more, shivering from both the cold and fear as he pulls back from you before shoving you onto your back and settling between your legs.

“Looks like you need a little more encouragement to reciprocate my feelings. That’s okay. We have all the time in the world for me to show you just how much I love you.”

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Shut Up

Summary: You try to set boundaries with your baby daddy, but it doesn’t go over so well.

Pairings: Chris Evans x Black!Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, abusive relationship, manipulation, choking, daddy kink, swearing, dub-con, degradation, face fucking, Chris is an asshole in this, breeding kink, cock slapping

(A/N: wow. I haven’t written anything new in forever. Life’s been weird. Anyway this was a theme that me and @fineanddandy ended up doing because sometimes we brainstorm and we ended up with this her story is linked here. Reblog please 💜 ✌🏾

Tagging: @titty-teetee @zaddychris @queenoftheworldisdead @olyvoyl @liquorlaughslove @harrysthiccthighss​ @mariahthelioness29 @donutloverxo ​ @little-baby-vixen @hqneyyincc​ @whiskey-cokenfanfic @iam-laiya @emjayewrites @brattycherubwrites @love-more122 @thorsthot

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The conversation you’d just had with Chris didn’t exactly go so well. He’d come to pick up your daughter so she could spend the weekend at his mom’s after she’d been begging him to let her spend some time with Grammy. As Ari finished up her breakfast and before Chris could do this thing where he plopped down to help himself, you asked if you could talk alone.

When you hooked up with Chris, he’d been introduced to you as a friend of a friend’s friend. You’d spent the whole night drinking had smoked a little weed. One thing led to another and you were in his bed. Getting dicked down, deeper than you’d ever felt before. You were on birth control and he’d even used a condom which had ripped at some point. 

The next morning, his assistant brought you a morning after pill. Against all the fucking odds you still ended up pregnant. Having to get to him through your friend of his friend’s friend. The hardest conversation you ever had to have ever. Now Ari was four and the best thing to happen to you. All of that trouble and drama had been worth it for her.

The only problem you and Chris hadn’t stopped messing around. You fucked constantly during your pregnancy even though you weren’t together. You were so hormonal you felt like you needed it all the time. Even then he didn’t want to commit so you focused less on trying to get him to be your boyfriend and more time preparing to be a mom.

The fucking didn’t stop, though, even after you had Ariel you just had to be more careful of when you messed around since you didn’t want to confuse her. You weren’t proud of it, but even when Chris was seeing someone he always found himself in your bed. You knew you should have stopped it at sooner, but there was no time like the present. 

It’s not like Chris wasn’t a good dad. He was a great dad. You never had to worry about him being there for her. He always made time with her. They’d FaceTime for hours when he was out of town. Had even decided to get you a house because even though you didn’t want to live with him, he still wanted the two of you to be comfortable. That didn’t mean that you couldn’t start living your own life.

So you had him go into the guest bedroom and that’s when he tried to kiss you. You tried to turn your head so he could get your cheek, but he’d already smashed his lip against yours. Wow, way to make this conversation harder, Chris. 

“What is it now?” He asked as he realized you weren’t kissing back.

You sighed and stepped back from him. “I don’t wanna do this anymore.”

“Do what?” He groaned.

“This. Messing around.”

He rolled his eyes then chuckled. You don’t even know why he’d care with how he treated you. It wasn’t healthy. “What brought this on?” He asked. “You seeing someone?” 

Yes, but it wasn’t any of his business. You were having fun with Daniel. He actually wanted something more than just sex. After four years of back and forth with Chris, it was a really nice change. To date someone that actually wanted you for more than just pussy.

“No,” you lied, with a sigh. “Why does it matter? Don’t you have a girlfriend?”

“We broke up.” He shrugged. 

It wasn’t much of a surprise. Chris was hot and famous. He dated around a lot. Broke a lot of hearts along the way. Which is why you were trying to change this. You were tired of letting him in. “Either way I would feel better if we focused on coparenting and that’s it.”

Chris’ eyes narrowed at you. “Yeah, we’ll see how long this lasts,” he replied, kissing your cheek before leaving the room.

So, yeah that didn’t go well at all. Ari was now sitting with her stuff. Waiting for Chris to come scoop her up so he could take her to Grammy’s house where she was excited to help her grandmother in her little garden. You placed kisses all over her face before Chris sat her down in her car seat, buckling her in nice and tight. “I love you, punkin,” you said kissing her cheek one more time.

“I luh you, too, Mommy,” she said place a kiss on your cheek this time. “

“Don’t give grandma too much trouble,” you said finally closing the door and waving at her. Chris smacked your butt as she looked away. “Hey!”

He smirked. God you hated how he didn’t take this seriously. “She’ll call you before bedtime. I know you’ll be all alone.” He stressed the word making it more like he was saying that you better be alone.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “Bye.”

He raised your chin up so you had to look at him. “Watch the attitude,” he said with a smirk before pecking your lips. “I’ll call you tonight. Maybe we can have some alone time.”

“Chris, I literally just told you-“

“I know, but this time I wanna talk,” he said.

You sighed. “I have plans tonight.”

“Cancel them,” he replied with a shrug, finally getting into his suv. “Alright, Ariel, say bye to Mommy.”

“Bye, Mommy!”

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So you didn’t cancel your plans. You needed to make it a point that your love life was none of his business. You’d met this guy named Daniel and you decided you were going to give it a fair shot. No more waiting around for Chris.

He was a sweet guy. Stable. Which is kind of what you needed given your situation with Chris. As much as you hated to admit it, you still had feelings for him. Which is why you’d been trying to tell him it needed to stop. You could feel your heart break every time he left after using you for sex. You didn’t want that for yourself anymore.

Ariel had called you at dinner so you’d excused yourself to the bathroom to talk to her for a little. As she went on about her day, this girl came out of the stall. “Alright, Sweetie, I love you.”

“Luh you, too, Mama.”

“Goodnight,” you said

This girl came out of the stall, looking you up and down. She looked weirdly familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on why. You brushed it off to go back to your date.

The night had been going pretty well, so you invited him inside when he dropped you off which led to you making out on the couch. Not that his lips weren’t nice or that he wasn’t a good kisser, but you couldn’t stop comparing him to Chris. Fuck you hated it.

He didn’t kiss you as roughly. Didn’t take control. Which was probably for the best since Chris would do shit like that as if he was trying to lay claim on you. Leaving hickies that you’d have to cover up. Not that you didn’t like it, but you didn’t want to anymore.

Then you started to really nitpick. Like how he wasn’t muscular like Chris. When you’d touch his arms you loved the way he’d flex against your hands. How when he fucked you he’d be able to manhandle you. You hated that you were thinking of him so you pulled away.

“I thought we were taking it slow?” Daniel asked putting his forehead against yours.

You smiled at him your stomach turning as you tried to push those little things out of your mind. “Yeah you’re right.” You really did like him. You just needed to force yourself to stop thinking about your controlling ass baby daddy.

“I should go,” he said before pecking your lips again. You laughed and stood up so you could walk him out. He kissed you one more time as you stood at the front door. “I had fun tonight,” he said. “Maybe we could do this again?”

You nodded before being the one to wrap your arms around his neck so you could kiss him again. That was until the blinding headlights of the guy you were trying to forget pulled into your driveway. “Who the fuck is this?” Chris said, slamming his car door.

You groaned. “Fuck,” you said under your breath, moving your body so you could stand in between them. “Chris, what the hell are you doing here?” You asked.

“Ari, our daughter,” he made a pointed look at Dan like he was trying to use that to lay claim to you, “forgot her kitten. You’d know that if you answered your damn phone.”

You shook your head and was ready to say something to him, but Dan spoke up first, “Aye, man. Don’t talk to her like that.”

Chris chuckled and kissed his teeth. “You stay the fuck out of this.” He pointed at him and you put your hands on his stomach to keep him off.

“You should go,” you said to Dan.

“Yeah you should,” Chris said, mockingly.

“I’m not leaving you here with this asshole,” Dan replied.

You sighed. “It’s okay. He’s all bark anyway.”

He gave you another kiss, now he was making his point. That he didn’t give a fuck that Chris was right there seething. Throwing a tantrum worse than your four year old. “I’ll text you when I get home,” he said, before finally walking off.

When you finally got back in the house, Chris slammed the door behind you. “I better not find out that you had another man in my house.”

You rolled your eyes, but tried to keep some composure. Even if you were irritated you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction in knowing that. “I’ll go get her kitten.”

“I’m not done talking to you,” he said, pushing you against the wall. “Did you or did you not have another man in my fucking house.”

“Get your hands off of me,” you said.

“Did you fuck him?” He asked getting in your face.

“That’s not any of your business,” you said, trying to walk away, but he just moved his hand to your neck to keep you in place. “What the fuck, Chris!” Your breathing getting heavy because he’d never hurt you before, but right now he was freaking you out.

“Answer me,” he growled at you, putting his face in yours. “Did you fuck him in my bed?”

“No.” You were trying to stop yourself from crying, but your eyes were all blurry like they would fall at any minute.

“I buy you all this shit and you bring another man into my fucking house? You fuck him on the couch?”

You shook your head. “No.”

“See you knew better, huh? How many times did you go out with him?” He asked.

“Just like three dates.” You sniffled. “That’s it.”

He hadn’t let go of you, though. “So you’re telling me that you went on three dates with him and didn’t let him fuck you once?” He scoffed. “I don’t believe you. I know how much of a little slut you are.”

“Chris,” you gasped as he put his knee between your legs, spacing them apart.

“Is he why you came at me with your bullshit this morning. You think I’m gonna let you fuck some other man instead of me?”

“It’s not about that,” you whimpered. “I’m tired of this, Chris. I’m tired of this just being about sex. I deserve better than that.”

“And I don’t give you more than that? I give you everything! What more do you need!” He yelled at you and you found yourself tearing up because honestly you were scared.

Chris had never hurt you before. Even when he was being a giant asshole you’d never been afraid of him. Now he was toeing a very dangerous line. “Chris, shut up. Just stop.”

“Just tell me what you want,” his voice getting softer this time.

“I want a boyfriend, okay!” You finally confessed. “I’m tired of being treated like shit.”

“You want a boyfriend?” He asked, pushing his knee up passed your dress so he could grind it against your panty covered pussy. “I’ll be your boyfriend. I’m all you need.”

You hated how that made your heart thump. That he had his hands around your neck and those words were still telling you to jelly. You hated it and yet there you were letting him grind his thigh into you. “Chris, you d-“ but were cut off when he stopped so he could turn you around to push you against the wall then made you stick your ass out.

He put his nose into your neck breathing all deep. You hated it but your hips back against his hand. “Tell me I’m all you need,” he said, reaching between your legs so he could rub core.

“You’re all I need,” you let you a strangled moan. It’s so fucking hard not giving into him.

“Want me to be your boyfriend?” He asked.

You nodded and he forced you back so he could place a kiss on you. His lips all plump and soft against you before deepening it. His beard scratched your skin as he pushed his tongue into your mouth showing you who was in control.

“You’re mine. Don’t you ever forget that,” he said in your ear. He kept his hand around your neck as he reached around you so he could push passed your panties. “Why are you so wet? Is this for him.”

“Chris, stop-“

“Fucking. Answer. Me,” he spaced his words out like he was making sure you heard him properly. “Is this for him or me?”

“You,” you answered, now that you weren’t facing him you let the tears fall. He rubbed your clit just like how you liked it and you hated how you couldn’t stop yourself from responding to it.

“Good girl,” he whispered in your ear making you shiver. “See that wasn’t so hard.”

A moan hitched in your throat as he played with you. His fingers right over this spot that he knew you liked. “Chris,” you cried out.

“You know better,” he said, pulling you against his chest. “Who am I?”

“You’re my Daddy,” you moaned through your tears.

“That’s right. You think he could do this to you. I’m barely even touching you and look at you.” He pulled his hand hand so he could smack your ass. “Take your clothes off.”

He helped you out of your dress and then undid your bra. He made you lean back up against the wall, before going back so he could slam his fingers into your cunt from behind. “Chris!” You cried out.

He leaned you back he could look into your face. “What the fuck did I just tell you?” He asked. “Who am I?”

“Daddy.”

“Don’t you fucking forget again.” He didn’t stop shoving his fingers in your pussy. Making them curl against your spot.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered.

“C’mere,” he said, walking you over to the couch with your back against his chest. “I shouldn’t have to remind you who this pussy belongs to.” He made you bend over so your ass was in the air. He reached down so he could place a smack on your clit.

“Ow!” You yelped as he placed another slap to your lips. The squishy wetness making a mess all over his hand.

“Did you let him touch you?”

You shook your head. “No,” you sobbed. Against the couch. You knew you looked like a mess already. Your mascara had to be running down your face. Your faux eyelash had unpeeled off the corner.

“You let him kiss you though,” he said as he started fingering you again. I bet you let him touch your tits. “Did you suck his dick right here.”

“No. We didn’t do anything like that.”

“Did you let him kiss you here?” He asked, pushing his fingers back into you.

You tilted your head back as he used his fingers to violate your cunt, you stayed quiet. Not wanting to answer.

“So you did.” He chuckled and soon you could hear the metal of his bet as he started to undo it. “I think you owe me an apology then.” He took his fingers away so he could push his jeans down his legs. Sitting down on the couch so his painfully hard cock would be right there in your face. “Look at you. Look so fucking pathetic like this.”

You sniffled as he put his fingers to your lips. You opened not wanting to make him even more mad letting him put his pussy juice covered fingers in your mouth.

“Good fucking girl,” he said. “You ready for Daddy’s dick?” You nodded in response and he hooked his finger against the inside of your cheek to give you the hint to get closer. When you were in front of him he took either side of your cheeks into his hands. “See, little slut. I bet he doesn’t have a dick like mine.”

You gave into instinct, licking up and down his length. If he was going to make you do this, you might as well savor it. Have fun.

He put his hand on the back of your head as you started tracing the head with your tongue before popping it passed your lips. He hissed, licking his lips as he watched you.

You started to bob your head up and down. Getting his dick all wet with your drool. He tossed his head back as he moaned putting both arms on the back of the couch while you used your hand to work him.

“Ah, fuck,” he said under his breath. He peaked his eyes open so he could watch you again as you started to do that slurping sound. Then started “Look,” he put a tight grip on one side of your face, “look at me.”

Your chest was heaving as you did as he told you not stopping as you jerked him off. “Tell me my dick is the only one,” he said.

You nodded, looking up at him with those big eyes.“It’s the only one.”

“See this is Daddy’s mouth,” he said, with this lazy smile coming on his face. You were all pouty as you nodded. He leaned down to kiss your lips. “Bet you’ll think before pulling that bullshit next time.”

If you weren’t so far gone, you probably would have made an attempt to argue back. To tell him he was being an asshole. You would have at least tried. Right now though he could have gotten away with whatever you wanted when you got drunk off of his dick. This is why you tried it earlier when there was no way he could stop you when he got you to do this.

“You know, when my ex texted to tell me that she saw you with another guy, trying to be bitchy and shit,” he chuckled all deep and for some reason it did something to your pussy so you started rubbing your clit, “I got so fucking mad I was ready to come over here and probably punch the shit out of whoever, but I didn’t need to huh.”

You shook your head as this cute little moan escaped your lips. Fuck you looked so gorgeous like this. All depraved for him. He’d never been this territorial over you before, but that’s because he never had to worry before. Tonight he had to teach you a lesson.

“I think you did this shit on purpose, huh,” he said, pushing the back of your head down so you could go down deeper. You could feel him in your throat, gagging as he held you there. “Like making me mad.”

Your eyes were watering again. All your spit pretty much dripping out your mouth. He pulled you off of him so you gasped for air. Then he put your face against the back of his dick. Getting all your drool on your face while pushing his balls towards your lips. You got the hint and went to work.

“See, Baby. You’re my bitch.”

You nodded as you licked all over them. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Don’t you ever forget that,” he said. “See that’s a good bitch.”

You stuck your tongue out so he’d get the hint to stick it back in your mouth. He didn’t stop as you started to let him fuck your mouth again. Thrusting his hips so you’d have to take him down your throat.

He pulled you off of him again. “You my bitch?” He asked slapping your face with it.

“Yes, Daddy,” you breathed.

“Say it.” He did it again, this time it came in contact with your parted lips.

“I’m your bitch.” You used your free hand so you could start rubbing your clit. Feeling the soaking wet nub. All slippery and drippy for him.

He breathed. “You my slut?”

You stuck your tongue out. “Yes, Daddy. I’m your slut.”

“Get up here,” he said, grabbing you so he could pull you on his lap. He didn’t waste any time making you sit on his cock. Holding you still so he could thrust into you. Not even giving you the chance to be in control.

He stood up then let you drop down. All still while on his dick. He thrust into you, leaning down so he could take your nipple into his mouth. “Oh my god,” you cried as he took the sensitive nub into your mouth. Swirling around it with his tongue. “Daddy.”

“Who else can do this to you?”

“No one.” You gasped, taking it as he started to slam into you harder. The couch scooting from the movement. You started scratching at his back. Your first orgasm was approaching and if you knew Chris you knew this was going to be a long night.

Your phone started to ring from across the room. Chris pulled out of you to head to grab it. Ah, fuck.

“Look whose calling you,” he said, showing you the screen. Daniel written on the caller i.d. You bit your tongue but then relaxed as he threw it on the seat beside you. “Little slut forgot all about her date because she’s on my dick.” He said, slapping your pussy lips again. This time you were so swollen that it made you hiss and jump up.

“Daddy,” you whined.

“I should make you answer it,” he said with a smirk as he pushed you down on the couch. “Tell him how you’re my girl. That he can’t have you.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you whimpered.

“Good girl. You did a really good job,” he said, rubbing your ass now. “But I didn’t even get to cum.” He lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist then started kissing you.

He carried you to your bedroom then tossed you down on the bed. He wasted on time in getting on top of you, hooking your leg around his waist again.

“You gonna pull that shit again?” He asked. You shook your head as he started kissing down your neck. You gasped when he nipped at your skin. “Maybe I’ll have to mark you. You want that?”

You nodded as he nipped your skin. “Yes.”

“That’s my good girl. Maybe I should put another baby in you so everyone knows. You want me to put another baby in you?” He smirked his fingers going back to your pussy, rubbing the bundle of nerves.

If you were thinking straight you probably would have said something in protest. It’s not like this was a conversation you’d never had before. The two of you had toyed with the idea before that maybe you would have another baby together. It never came up like this, though. There was something kind of hot about him threatening you with it.

“I want you to put another baby in me,” you whimpered.

“That’s such a good fucking girl,” he said pushing into you again. “No one else, huh?”

“No one.” You gasped as he started fucking into you so deep. Not giving you anytime to adjust. You were still so wet, but his thick cock still filled you to the brim.

He got on his knees, making you put your leg over his shoulder while he made you take his dick. “I’ll be damned if I see you with another man, you hear me.”

You nodded. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t you ever let me catch you pulling that shit again.” He didn’t even care as he slammed into you. His goal was to hurt your cunt. Leave you all bruised and swollen. A reminder of him any time you moved.

“I’m sorry,” you cried.

“That’s my girl. See it’s not so hard.” He groaned as your pussy tightened around him. He could tell you were about to cum again. The way your muscles were clenching around him like you were trying hard to milk his cum out of him. It was getting him so close.

As your orgasm started he finally gave into his own. Leaning down to kiss you as he shoved himself inside your pussy until he had nothing left to give you. He knew you were on birth control now, but hey it wouldn’t be the first time he put a baby in you like this.

Either way it wasn’t going to be the last time that he tried. Except when it happened this time it’d be with the two of you in the same house, sharing a bed, being an actual couple. Reminding you that you belonged to him every fucking night. Maybe he’d keep you pregnant for as long as he could. He could make up for lost time. Just keep fucking baby after baby into you. And you’d take it every single time.