#pregnant reader

[satoblue]

a/n : pregnancy, children mention, suggestive, could be seen as a little side headcanon to this talk post

everyone assumes clan head satoru (who never left his clan to be a student at jujutsu tech) leads a boring intimate life. he has always been reserved ever since he was a child — stoic, sharp, and straight forward. he is a man of little words, adding to the impression that he is emotionally and physically distant. possibly cold towards everyone — even you.

but then, people start to notice something strange which contradicts the idea altogether.

you, his wife, are always pregnant.

it is quite bizarre. satoru has never once shown an ounce of affection towards you in public. not a fleeting touch, not even a single glance that lasts too long. and yet, you’ve been married for less than five years, and somehow — you’ve already given him multiple children.

the notion is amusing to many, especially the servants. whispers begin to spread amongst them as it does; that behind closed doors, the composed clan head they all know must be anything but cold… given that he clearly can’t seem to keep his hands off of his wife.

[softjeekies]

Waiting After The Rain

↳ chapter 5

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Paining: ot8!stray kids x pregnant omega!reader

Synopsis: An omega pregnant and alone after being kicked out by their alpha stumbles upon a pack willing to take them in and care for both the omega and their pup as if they were their own, because now they are.

Genre: strangers to lovers, angsty but lots of fluff to even it out.

Warnings: a/b/o, past abuse physical and verbal, past sexual abuse(mentions of past non-con), mentions of past violence, trauma, self esteem issues, pregnancy, aftermath of abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, pack dynamics, angst but it will be okay, polyamory

A/N: been a little busy seeing stray kids live and all but chapter 5 is finally here, enjoy!! + I’m already deep into writing the next chapter so get ready ;)

Hours, You had spent hours sitting in front of the bag of nesting supplies Chan bought for you. Felix and Han had basically begged multiple times to help you, and it did hurt to turn them down every time they asked but you didn’t want to burden them like that. Something sick deep inside of you wanted to prove to the alphas that you could be a good omega, that you could nest, and that they didn’t need to worry about you. That was so far from the truth. You couldn’t even bring yourself to open the bag and take anything out, voices shouting in your head reminding you not to be a lazy slob anytime you even got close to the bag. One look at the clock tells you it’s two am, but your body’s exhaustion already told you as much. You want to go to bed so bad but you need to prove yourself to the alphas, You smile at the picture of them checking your room in the morning and seeing the perfect nest, showing them that you were a good omega worth keeping.

But you weren’t a good omega, so you accidentally fell asleep on the floor.

“Y/N! Oh my god, what happened?” The abrupt awakening scares you, out of instinct you push the person back away from them. You blink for a moment before you realize it’s Han you just pushed, your chest tightens.

“Oh my god, No! I’m so sorry Han, You scared me but that’s not an excuse, I shouldn’t have pushed you, god I’m such an idiot! I’m going to be in so much trouble, aren’t I? I ruined everything.” You ramble, unsure how to fix this. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire, How could you do this?

“Hey. It’s okay, I’m okay. I shouldn’t have woken you up like that, I just saw you on the floor and thought something had happened to you. I have anxiety too, I’m always worried about my pack. Just please try and breathe, this was just a misunderstanding, it’s not a big deal.” Han keeps his hands up as he walks towards you and gets down to your level.

“I’m sorry.” A pained whimper rips from your chest.

“It’s okay! Tell me why you were on the floor and we’ll call it even” You focus on his face in an attempt to ground yourself, he has the most gorgeous smile, cheeks so soft perfect for chaste kisses, he’s perfect, the perfect omega.

“I’m a horrible omega. I couldn’t nest. Part of me is worried I don’t deserve it, like nesting isn’t meant for me. The other part worried I won’t be good at it. I’m scared Han, so scared.”

“We told you we’d help you, you don’t have to do this alone. Please let me help you.” You take a moment to look into his eyes, searching for any malice, and you’re left confused when you find none. With your nod of approval, Han takes the bags of nesting materials and dumps them on your bed. You’re immediately hit with the intense urge to fix it, to nest. You get up and take careful steps towards the bed, as if it were a wild animal you needed to be careful around.

“Don’t think too hard about it, touch everything and let your instincts guide you where it needs to go.” Han's encouragement does something to you, your omega coming to the forefront of your mind almost puppeting you as you touch the various fabrics and pillows.

You’re now sitting up on the bed, pushing around the pillows and blankets, kneading at them to try to assess where it would be best suited. After placing the final border pillow you look up to meet a pair of glassy eyes. Your heart skips a beat. Never in your life have you been able to say someone looked at you with that kind of love and care, but now you could see and smell the love radiating off of Han.

“Did I do good?” You’re nervous for his answer, somehow a fellow omega’s approval feels more daunting than any alpha’s.

“Oh, it’s perfect, so perfect. May I come into your nest?”

“I don’t see why not.”

Han enters the nest carefully, taking extra caution not to mess up any of your hard work. He takes a seat in front of you and gently takes both of your hands.

“My love, nobody enters your nest without your permission, do you understand? Nobody is entitled to your space, and none of us will ever enter this nest without your explicit permission.” You’re certain you’re as red as a tomato now, This was yours, and Han is okay with that, he says the whole pack will be okay with this being yours. It feels euphoric, having something that you can control like this, something in you snaps, like a small crack in an armored wall.

“Thank you. Thank you for this Jisung.” You don’t realize there are tears in your eyes until your smile causes one of them to fall down your cheek, for once they are happy tears.

“You don’t have to thank me for caring, we’ll always care.” Every wolf in the world can hear your heartbeat right now. Tears continue to flow down your cheeks, you’re so overcome with emotions that it’s almost overwhelming. Before you can ground yourself, you feel your omega come back to the forefront of your mind.

“Can we cuddle?” Your hand immediately flies over your mouth and panic sets in. Your words are blunt but Han can’t help the flutter those words cause in his chest.

“Don’t worry! Of course, we can, you deserve a nap after sleeping on the floor last night.” Han takes it upon himself to lay you both down together in the center of your nest. He lays your head on his chest and lets you drape your leg over his. Now Jisung is crying, not only is he proud of this step you’ve taken, but he's honored you wanted to take it with him. You don’t notice Jisung’s tears though, your mind too preoccupied with settling into dreamland once again.

“She has to get up and eat something.” A sharp voice pulls you from your sleep, you don’t open your eyes just yet a little dazed and a little concerned about what the conversation is about.

“But look at her, so cute and sleepy, and safe. She fell asleep on the floor last night, Can't she just sleep a little longer?” That whiney voice could only belong to Jisung.

“Ji, it’s almost noon.” The realization that an alpha wants you to do something hits you like a truck, you have to get up, you can’t upset Minho. So before Jisung can respond you cut him off.

“It’s fine Jisung, we can go eat now, our nap was nice.” Jisung’s face contorts into one of shock, but he smiles down at you accepting your answer without a fight.

Without a word you take Jisung’s hand, your mind still a little hazy from his scent surrounding you. When you make it to the dining room you notice the rest of the pack isn’t there but before you can question it Minho speaks up while pulling out your chair.

“Everyone already had breakfast, and it’s just us for now. Chan is spending the day with Felix and the rest of them are at work. Chan told me everything the doctor said and what foods were recommended for you so I did what I could. Please tell me if there’s something here you don’t like, I don’t want you to get sick again.” You take a moment to examine the plate, aside from the fact that it seems like way too much food you can confidently say nothing on the plate will make you gag.

“This is good, thank you Minho.” He smiles before taking a seat to watch you and Jisung eat. About halfway through the plate, you put down your utensils to wait for Jisung to finish.

“Are you full?” Minho speaks sharply but there’s no malice in his words, he seems more shocked than anything.

“It’s just a lot of food.”

“I gave you the minimum portions the doctor recommended, if you’re full that’s fine, you can just ask for more food when you get hungry again, but if you can eat just a little more that would be good for ou-“ a cough cuts off his words. “your pup.” He gives you a nervous smile but behind his eyes, you can see the encouragement, and just this once you feel safe to give in and eat more. You actually eat the whole plate and Minho’s face shows something you’ve never seen before from really anyone.

“I’m proud of you. If you get hungry again you have free rein in the kitchen or I can make you something.” But before you can give Minho a response you’re interrupted by Jisung.

“Minho hyung last week you said you’d take me to the store to get new headphones so I can stop using yours, can we go today?” If you were Minho you'd never be able to say no to him, his puppy dog face game is insane.

“Ji, Y/N just went out yesterday. I don't know if it’s a good idea if she goes out again, she needs rest.”

“I feel fine, we can go to the store, it’s no big deal.” Yeah, you definitely can’t say no to Jisung.

Jisung gasps and runs upstairs to get ready to go. You get up as well but Minho stops you.

“You don’t have to give in to him, if you don’t want to go for any reason, Say the word, nobody will be mad.“

“I’m okay.” You give Minho a gentle smile before retreating to get yourself ready. You take your time getting ready, admittedly a little nervous to go out with Minho. You don’t know him, you don’t know any of them. It's only been three days but with Felix, Chan, and now Jisung at least you’ve spent some time with them and they don’t seem like they mean any harm. But you at least have a little trust in Han, if he thinks going out with Minho is a good idea you’ll do it. So you continue getting ready, the anxiety settling into a small hum in your mind.

As you three walk towards the electronics section, Minho keeps a steady pace behind you and Jisung. You can feel his eyes burning into your back, so you aren’t surprised when he notices how your eyes linger on the baby section for a second too long.

“Y/N did you want to look?” You and Jisung stop in your tracks and turn towards Minho.

“No, it’s fine.”

“Oh my god yes let’s look at all the cute itty bitty clothes!” Jisung takes your hand to drag you further into the baby aisles, Minho making sure to catch up quickly.

“Have you thought about whether you want a nursery or do you want the baby to stay in your room?” Jisung’s question makes you freeze, because no you hadn’t thought about it. It feels wrong to think about it, like that future where you and the baby are staying with the pack feels unpromised, undeserved.

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about it. I think I’d like to keep my baby safe with me, you know? But I don’t know…” You trail off and look anywhere but at the two men in front of you.

“We have the space upstairs, if you want a nursery it wouldn’t be an issue and the pup wouldn’t be far from you at all, they wouldn’t be far from any of us,” Minho speaks up and something about the way he speaks with certainty almost eases your nerves, keyword being almost.

“Yeah, and if you want the baby to bond with all of us it might be good to have a neutral space where all of our scents frequent for them to sleep in.” His statement throws you off. Did you want your baby to bond with them? Is your baby safe with them? Would you all even make it to that point?

“Jisung!” Minho almost growls at him, clearly realizing that it was a touchy subject for you.

“What? What’d I do?”

“I’ll have to think about it, I guess.” And just like that immediately Jisung gets distracted and moves on.

“Oh look at these little fuzzy onesies! This one’s a bear! Oh, and this one’s a bunny! Oh, we have to get both, they are so cute and Minho hyung looks like a bunny, so he could have a baby bunny!” Jisung’s excited voice cuts through your thoughts, and you take a look at Minho just in time to catch the blush spreading across his face above his now prominent pout.

“You have to ask Y/N if she wants them Ji, it’s her baby.”

“Don’t you think they’re cute Y/N. Minho should buy them for the pup right?”

“Minho doesn’t have to buy me anything.”

“That’s not a no!” Jisung almost squeals as he picks out one of each onesie and continues browsing the adorable clothes.

“I’m sorry about him, he really likes cute things, and it doesn’t help that he already has his heart set on having a baby one day so this is something he thinks about often, if you need me to tell him to tone it down I can.”

“It’s fine, if I can do this for him, at least I'm being useful for once.” With that, you walk towards Jisung to do some looking around yourself. Just focus on your baby, yeah that will distract you.

[oddlylovingaddiction]

Okay someone needs to write about this, you know those neglected batfam reader stories?? Hear me out on this…

You’ve grown up with the batfam, an accidental one night stand your mom had with Bruce, she died (as one does) and you get sent to live with your father Bruce.

It takes a bit but you quickly get used to being ignored after years of it happening. It’s more like you are a stranger to all of them, you were a regular civilian so you couldn’t relate to their secret bat duties, I mean when your entire family fights crime but you, you’re gonna miss out on bonding opportunities.

As you get older you spend time out of the house more, nobody cares cause nobody gives a fuck. And the more you get older the longer you spend outside, 1 day, 3 days… 1 week…. 5 months, 1 year etc.

Until one day you come back after 2 years, 8 months pregnant. Hell breaks loose.

“What’s that?” Damian says pointing to your very obvious pregnancy bump scrunching his face up confused.

“An alien, no use your head. What does it look like?” You reply annoyed, everyone is staring at you like you’re some sort of alien that just started speaking English. To be fair, it was kind of like you were. A male dominated family, where only the father was the only one bringing home biological and nonbiological children left and right, now all of a sudden you come home pregnant? That’s probably pretty alien to them.

“Listen I’m only here because I had a fight with my husband.” You sigh before Dick squeaks out “HUSBAND?” Like that was the most shocking situation.

Actually the most shocking part was who your husband and the baby’s father is, which you deliberately avoiding telling them about him. Until one night your husband breaks into the Wayne residence determined to win his lover back. 🤭

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[floatyflowers]

Dark! Dracula x Single! Mother Reader

           

After the mysterious death of your husband, you meet the man he had been working for at the funeral, and it turns out to be none other than Count Dracula.

He offered you refuge at his castle, claiming your husband was a dear friend. He insisted he could not possibly allow his friend's widowed, pregnant wife to live in a financial crisis.

At first, you reject the idea, claiming it is improper. But after much pressuring, you accept his offer, feeling ashamed of yourself.

You only want your baby to avoid suffering from poverty.

Things seemed like a dream at first.

Dracula's servants treated you like a countess rather than a guest; anything you needed was granted to you on a plate of gold.

However, things take a sinister turn when Dracula begins to assert a possessive claim over your unborn child, referring to it as his own.

This unsettling behavior escalates as he prepares for the baby's arrival, going so far as to construct a nursery within his castle.

Disturbingly, he has even chosen both a male and a female name for the child, further solidifying his intention to claim it as his own.

You understood why the count had been acting so strangely when you walked in on him one day, catching him in the act of drinking the blood of one of the servants.

He hadn't noticed you as he drank, a look of predatory satisfaction on his face.

The servant didn't even have the energy to scream, their skin drained of color.

At that moment, the horrifying reality crashed down on you. All the strange deaths happening in town, the whispers of a bloodthirsty creature lurking in the shadows, it was him all along.

And the two puncture marks on your husband's neck, the ones you had attributed to an accident, were from his own sharp, elongated canine teeth.

"You are the devil," you hiss, the words escaping your lips like a venomous breath.

Moments before, you had fled the noise and chaos of his study room, seeking solace in the quiet of your chambers.

He had followed, his presence as unwelcome as ever.

"Devil? No, my dear," Dracula chuckled, his voice calm.

"I am merely a provider, ensuring the continuation of my lineage."

His words sent a shiver down your spine.  

Lineage. Your child.

This wasn't about friendship or kindness; it was about possession.

He saw your unborn child as his heir, a thought that made you feel physically ill.

"You won't have my child," you spat, clutching your swollen belly protectively.

Dracula's eyes, usually filled with a charming warmth, turned cold.

"You have little choice in the matter," he stated calmly, taking a step closer.  

"You are under my roof, under my protection.  This child," he paused, his gaze piercing through you,

"Will be raised as mine, and you will become my wife."

Panic welled up inside you, choking you with its icy grip, as he reached for your face. His long, cold fingers with perfect, long nails traced your skin.

"I don't want to stay here any longer. I will leave, and you won't hear about me anymore," you declare, your voice trembling with determination you hope your body will soon follow.

"You are not going anywhere," he scoffs, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Because you have nowhere to go, have you forgotten how people view widows? Especially pregnant ones who refuse to remarry? You will be shunned, left to fend for yourself and our child. This is your new and better reality, and you will learn to accept it."

A sharp pain forms in your abdomen, causing you to quickly place your hand on it.

Feeling witness, you look down only to acknowledge that your water has broken.

The vampire count also takes notice, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

"It seems our child has decided to grace us with their presence a little earlier than expected," he purrs, his voice laced with an eerie excitement.

He claps his hands together once, and two servants immediately appear at the doorway.

He commanded in a sharply authoritative tone.

"Prepare for Lady (Y/n)'s delivery. And ensure that everything is perfect in the nursery for our child."

You try to protest, to fight against the iron grip that seems to have closed around your arm, but your words are lost in a wave of pain as another contraction rips through you.  

                                ⋆☽◯☾⋆

The piercing cries of a newborn echoed through the stone halls of the castle.

The sound should have brought you relief, but instead, dread coiled tightly around your heart.

Sweat clung to your skin as you lay exhausted in the grand bed of the lavishly prepared covers.

Yet, as you gazed at the tiny, delicate features, the baby now is calm against your chest.

While Dracula stood at the foot of the bed, his dark eyes drinking in the sight before.

He has a family now, a wife and a son.

Walking to your side, he slowly leans down, placing a gentle hand on the baby's head, his touch lingering for a moment as he admires the sleeping child.

Not having the strength to fight him after a long labor, you allow him to have his way this time.

Dracula's smile grows wide as the child opens his eyes, finally deciding on what to name the baby.

"His name shall be Alucard."

[mullermilkshake]

I’ll run towards you in any life

Part 26 <- Part 27 -> Part 28

Jinwoo sees you open up to him fully.

Yandere!Jinwoo Sung x Pregnant!reader Tags - Heavily pregnant reader, Smut, Pregnancy sex, P in v sex, Creampie, Vaginal sex, Fluffy stuff, Lactation kink, Breastfeeding, Riding, Orgasm

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Once Jinwoo moved your pregnancy pillow to the other side of the bed, he took in your smile as comfort.

“Is that more comfortable? I’m not sure why we didn’t move you sooner, so you’re not staring at a wall all night.”

He rested his head on the pillow, you did the same, your pregnancy pillow in between like a bridged gap in a synapse behind his eye, twitching intermittently whenever a flicker of something interrupted his memories.

“Yeah it is, I can actually see you now.” You smiled and shrugged. “I’m not sure, I never asked.”

The sunlight filtered in through the window, highlighting sections of your hair in a lighter shade he’d hadn't noticed until now. The scent of your shampoo had rubbed off on the bed linen from last night, if Jinwoo breathed it in enough times it would put him to sleep. He would have let it happen too had his mind not been focused on how submissive you came across to him. Did you always just take him at face value? Did he expect you to just accept it, to nod your head and go along with it?

Jinwoo didn’t remember you, just an echo, something of the woman with no face in his memories. But surely you would have had some fight in you, not to just roll over and take it?

You were pregnant, he understood the hormones and how much you were going through, but he did wonder if there were times that you’d put him in his place, or told him off because of something he did when he wasn’t supposed to or apologetically fumbled the ba over something important.

“You should, y’know? Ask me if there’s something bothering you, or something you want to change. I’d be more at ease knowing you were too.”

He didn’t think for a second it was just your comfort that put him on edge all the time, the uneasiness of knowing nothing and wanting everything back as it were but to be the better person he knew he was.

A little jiggling feeling tickled the base of his spine and threatened to unravel, he clutched at the yarn desperately before it could loosen entirely. But he couldn’t tell why he was doing it.

“Okay, I will. I mean, we’ve had our fair share of spats, mostly me having a moan because you went and did something you shouldn’t have.”

“Like what?”

“Well,” You fiddled with the edge of the duvet cover, looking at a random spot on the wall. “You told Hae-in that I was pregnant with twins, knowing how she felt about you.”

Shit, did I? Hang on, I remember Hae-in feeling that way.

“Oh…”

You snorted. “Yeah, oh. It really knocked the wind out of me, it was like you did it on purpose. To be honest, thinking about it now, I’m glad you got it out of the way… she really liked you back then and I…” You never made eye contact. “I’m glad you stayed with me.”

“Me too.”

Jinwoo would have allowed himself to get lost in your eyes when you finally did look at him, something he found himself doing each time he looked at you. He wanted to understand how your mind worked. The almost-love confession, the little anecdotes that he replayed in his mind over and over to visualise what his life with you would have looked like before.

He remembered every raid, every association meeting that dragged on longer than it should have, dining with the Chairman and sipping on whiskey he didn’t like the taste of that left a bitterness on his tongue. He remembered each visit to his mom and Jin-ah on his own and the types of dinners he ate there.

Yet he just couldn’t remember you. 

Trying wasn’t acceptable. He needed to succeed, and before he could even try, the front door knocked.

“Oh, that could be the take out.”

“I’ll get it.” Jinwoo hesitated to climb from the bed and turned back to you, offering his hand out. “Need a hand?”

“Yeah, please.”

He got off and came to your side to aid you, holding your hands tightly for support. The twins could essentially come any day now, every twinge and sharp shooting pain down the side of your belly could have been the start.

Any time now.

“Thank you.” You stood and watched him, eyes locked and innocent.

Oh yeah, twenty four hours with you was beginning to really take its toll, but Jinwoo was enthralled with it. With you. Every second passed pulled him closer into your orbit and he was beginning to lose interest in grabbing a space helmet to breathe with.

You took that breath away more and more each time you were close.

She’ll be the death of me at this rate. My heart is beating so fast and I want to say something, but all I want is her lips- 

The door locked again, harder this time, forcing Jinwoo to retreat and open it before he ignored whoever it was and closed the bedroom door to drown it out.

Upon opening it, Jinwoo blinked away visions zipping behind his dry eyes. Thoughts on a faceless, pregnant woman running off with Jong-in into the stereotypical sunset, hysterically giggling in amusement while they moved out of sight.

Jinwoo knew he hated Jong-in, he just didn’t know the full extent of it. But if his thoughts were anything to go by, he had a clue, at least. He gripped the door handle until his hand shook, a possible involuntary reaction perhaps?

Who knew, all it did was cramp his hand up and he couldn’t let go.

“Jong-in, are you alright?” You asked at the door clinging to Jinwoo’s arm.

“I am.”

He did his damndest to appear less tired, straightening himself out in a t-shirt and jeans. The man always wore a suit, this was just unsettling. He looked like a... proper dad, not a guild master.

“Hae-in’s finally gone into labour, but it’s a long way from being over for her. She’s doing good, but it’s taking its toll. I’m just coming back for a shower and get a few of her things she wants.”

“What if she has the baby before you get back there?”

A reasonable concern from you. When that time came, Jinwoo wouldn’t leave the room for anything. He guessed that’s what set him and Jong-in apart.

Jong-in shook his head and wearily ran his hand through his hair. “They said she’s only one centimetre dilated, so they expect it to be a while before there’s any progress.”

“But…” You were more agitated. “What if it happens all really quickly and the baby just falls out and you aren’t there to catch-“

“Alright, I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves…” Jinwoo squeezed your hand to reassure you, though he wasn’t sure how much it actually worked. “I doubt a baby would just fall out, and I doubt even if it were the case that both of our babies would just slip out. I don’t think that’s how it works. Hae-in should be fine.” He wanted to suppress his chuckle, but the way you looked up at him and helplessly clutched his arm in your grasp made it so.

You were so adorable.

“But it’s a possibility.” You had him there. He couldn’t argue with that.

“Okay, it’s a possibility, but you’d have to be pretty unlucky to have two babies fall out of you. And I’ll be there to catch them if they ever did, alright?”

“Alright.”

Jinwoo would have melted into your gaze had he not been self aware, he didn’t care that Jong-in was just standing there while he batted away any lewd thought that graced his brain.

Everything had come in so quickly, that Jinwoo found his body reacting to you in ways that he never expected spending no more than a day with you. He watched you sleeping for a while last night, listening to the natural rhythm of your breaths, chest rising in an easing pattern.

His body wanted you, it was obvious by how you got out of the shower and he had to excuse himself because he’d gotten hard just seeing your skin wet and the towel draped over you that didn’t cover your baby bump anymore.

Jinwoo wanted you. How could he just ask when he didn’t remember you? He’d slept with you obviously, otherwise the twins wouldn’t exist. Though he was starting back at square one, the awkwardness and the fact he’d only spend twenty-four hours with you.

It felt wrong, but it was all he could think about.

“Ehem.” Jong-in cleared his throat.

“S-sorry, Jong-in.” We’re you thinking the same as Jinwoo? Your cheeks flushed. “What do you need us for?”

“I was just stopping by to say, if you wanted to come by later, I’m sure Hae-in would appreciate it. She’s a lot better these days, but she’s still so paranoid. I think it would help her if she knew that there were other people she trusted there. I can call you when things calm down a little. I have a feeling we’re in for a long night, so…”

“Okay, we could do that- Jinwoo, we can do that, right? We were meant to go to your mom’s for dinner, but I’m sure she won’t mind us going tomorrow?”

He desperately wanted to say 'no' immediately, to shoo Jong-in away and live in this comfortable bubble he’d found himself in. He couldn’t do all that though without consequences, could he?

“Yeah, of course. We’ll come by later.”

“Alright then, I’ll call if anything changes.”

“Thanks Jong-in, good luck with everything, send Hae-in our best wishes.”

“Bye.” Jinwoo closed the door immediately.

His brain should have been vacant, he should have waited for the takeout and sat down on the sofa to eat it when it arrived, maybe watching a movie in the process and wolfing down the delicious aromas.

It’s what he should have done.

Yeah, that was the right move.

Not kissing you behind the closed door, sweetly caressing your hair and handling you gently like you were made of fine china. He moved as close as he could, your pregnant belly pressing against him practically excited him, he did that, you allowed him to put not one, but two babies into you. He should have stopped and thought about the ramifications of his actions, to just ruminate over what he had already lost.

He didn’t, too overcome with his own wants and needs, a little release like a pressure pot the longer he touched you, made you feel good like he’d been wanting to. His body melted into you like putty and perfectly holding each spot on your body like he was meant for it. Your little exhausted sighs and moans of relief sang to his ears, cradled them and smoothed them over to satisfy his urges.

He wanted you. And he could tell you wanted him too.

His first time all over again with you, this time, he wouldn’t forget. Jinwoo refused to forget.

It was as though a silent, unspoken rule presented itself between you and him, kissing and exchanging fluids at each other's lips. 

’Go to the bedroom and make love to the mother of your children.’ 

And so he took you there, no words uttered, no movement misjudged, nothing out of place and all slotted in together as it should have. Again, there was a familiarity, Jinwoo’s body reacted the way it was meant to and more.

More.

More. 

Jinwoo slipped your clothes off, being sure to take care around your belly. You were beautiful, natural and just plain angelic. Naked skin contact set his whole body alight, itching with a sensation he couldn’t recall ever knowing or realising.

Possession.

You were his. You were his. You were his. And making sweet love to you solidified that in any life, any scenario or trouble, it was obvious that his body was yours. Yours alone, in any alternate second in this world that he’d find himself back to you.

He couldn’t remember, but that did not mean he never recognised that in some way, you were meant for him and he for you. It was how every time you touched him, he reacted to it, sensitive to the natural vibrations of your body against his, your sweet little noises only he heard and it forced him to evolve.

To be possessive.

No one else could see you like this. Ever. 

“I love you.” He said, the three words slipping past his lips unknowingly and with ease.

Sitting on his hips, hovering over his hardened cock, you couldn’t be more beautiful if you tried. A goddess. A higher self that even an angel could not replicate.

“I love you.” He repeated it again, his own discovered mantra.

At first, you said nothing, you didn’t move or make an attempt to arouse him. You just sat there, holding your belly and rubbing absentmindedly with your thumbs.

“I love you too, Jinwoo.”

That look, a calming yet petrified gaze down on him, as though to say, ‘even if you don’t remember, we’ll make do with what we have and enjoy it.’ 

Hearing it before he made love to you couldn’t have caused the connection to become more spectacularly infinite. Jinwoo’s body started connecting to his brain, the faceless woman still unidentified, but the overflowing emotions brimming with obvious sensations from his time with you before electrified his fingertips, trembled his legs and hitched his breath so he couldn’t breathe properly.

He fucked into you slowly, agonisingly sensual in a way you’d never forget what he could do for you. In and out of your drenched, swollen pussy, so close to the end and ready to do the most remarkable thing any human could ever do.

Your breasts were so swollen, leaking, begging for a release Jinwoo hadn’t had an opportunity to try before to his knowledge. Your response when he made a seal with his lips around your nipple told him everything. Because there was no response, like it was second nature by now.

Jinwoo had done this before. And he loved it.

Sweet soy, caramel, buttery on his tongue, each drip made his cock twitch. Each suck brought him as close to you as humanly possible, a connection he doubted he even had before his memories of you up and vanished.

It almost made him want to weep.

“J-Jinwoo…” You whimpered, grasping on to his hands for support, laced fingers with a voice that barely choked out, so weak and delicate.

Jinwoo kept his rhythm, switching sides and continued to suck on your milky nipple, taking each drop you gave him. You were close, he could guess that, or like his body knew, he didn’t change pace or technique besides licking your sensitive nipple every so often until your breathing changed.

You were about to come, Jinwoo wanted to come too.

He’d been holding it back because he wanted you to enjoy it and be comfortable, no words, just silence and understanding. He wanted to take the pressure from your breasts and fill himself before he filled you.

Your grip squeezed just like your pussy did and you came, trying to stifle a moan but failed. It was so sexy, yet guttural, clenching him so tight it caught Jinwoo up in the moment and he let go too, releasing himself inside you for the first-not-first time.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said, barely.

“I love you.” Your only coherent response.

And once you and he came down from that all inclusive high you both rode on, Jinwoo pulled you in for one long, lingering kiss. He felt for the babies, his other hand caressing your cheek, one happy moment.

Possibly the all time favourite so far if he could remember the rest. But that was a matter for another time.

“I love you too.”

Jinwoo helped you up, ready to take you to the bathroom to freshen up, maybe a joint shower for a more sensually romantic time together before leaving for the hospital.

“I think we needed that.” You stretched, rubbing your back and pulling your robe off of the back of the door.

“Yeah, and it was perfect- what’s wrong?”

You just stood there, looking into space behind the door, your robe pooling at your feet for no reason. “Jinwoo… I think my water just broke.”

Part 26 <- Part 27 -> Part 28

AHHHH IT'S HAPPENING!!!

Okay, so I know I was going to make sure the labour was unaffected by plot, but the things I have in store, I really need it for the plot, so for the who don't wish to read the labour, I shall do a brief run down of the chapter in the one after as to not leave anyone out. I realise that labour can be very traumatic and don't wish to trigger anyone even though the tags are there.

We're almost there and will find out what the babies are and their names, I'm so excited!!!

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[rafesgreasycurtainbangs]

rafes first moment with his baby. you’re testing in the hospital bed and baby’s a little fussy so he lifts them up talking to them so softly and they’re instantly calm as his voice, and he’s just pressed soft kisses from their head to nose

༄｡° daddy’s always got you - rafe cameron

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Rafe sat on the hospital bed beside you, cradling your newborn daughter in his arms as if she were the most delicate thing in the world. His thumb brushed over the impossibly soft fabric of her tiny onesie, his eyes never leaving her face. She was still fussy, her tiny hands curling and uncurling as she let out the softest, most pitiful little whimpers.

“Oh, baby girl,” Rafe whispered, adjusting his hold so she rested more comfortably against his chest. He rocked her gently, his voice dropping to the softest murmur. “What’s got you all worked up, huh? Daddy’s got you.”

You watched, your heart aching in the best way as Rafe pressed his lips to the top of her head, inhaling the faint newborn scent that he already knew he’d never get enough of.

“I know, I know,” he cooed, swaying her gently. “Long day, huh? Bet you’re just as tired as Mommy.” He glanced at you then, his eyes filled with so much warmth it made your breath hitch. “She’s amazing, isn’t she?”

You nodded, unable to put into words the love you felt in that moment—watching Rafe, this man who had always been so intense, so rough around the edges, soften so effortlessly for your daughter.

He turned his attention back to her, his fingertip grazing over the tiniest part of her hand, watching in wonder as her fingers instinctively curled around his pinky. His breath caught in his throat, and he let out a soft chuckle.

“Oh, you’ve already got me wrapped around your little finger, don’t you?” he murmured, his lips pressing another delicate kiss to her forehead. “You’re gonna have me doing whatever you want, I can already tell.”

Your daughter let out a small, content sigh, her body finally settling against his chest. Rafe’s whole face softened at the sound, his arms instinctively tightening around her.

“There we go,” he hummed, his voice like silk. “You just wanted some snuggles, huh? Wanted to hear Daddy’s voice?”

Your heart clenched as you watched him, completely mesmerized by the way he looked at her—like she was the most precious thing in the universe.

“I promise, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m never gonna let anything happen to you. You and Mommy—you’re my whole world now.”

You reached out then, your fingers brushing against his arm, needing to ground yourself in the moment because it felt too perfect, too surreal. Rafe turned to you, his eyes still glistening, and he leaned in to press a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“You were so brave,” he murmured against your skin. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but they weren’t from exhaustion this time. They were from love, from gratitude, from the overwhelming feeling that, for the first time in your life, you had everything you ever needed.

Rafe glanced down at your daughter again, a small, awed smile playing on his lips. “She’s perfect, just like her mama.”

You let out a watery laugh, shaking your head. “She’s got your nose.”

“And your lips,” he countered, pressing another kiss to the baby’s tiny forehead. “Lucky girl.”

Your daughter let out a little sigh, her breathing slow and even against Rafe’s chest. He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he whispered, “Already a Daddy’s girl, huh?”

You smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder, letting the warmth of the moment sink into your bones.

“Yeah,” you murmured. “She really is.”

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the bouncer & the missus

simon "ghost" riley

tags: smut/pwp, bouncer au, bouncer!simon, established relationship, simon's soft spot, pregnant!reader, car sex, clothed sex, pregnancy & breeding

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"baby girl." simon said as he came over during his break. he saw you in a booth by yourself, happily on your phone and munching on a basket of fries and onion rings that simon ordered for you. he knew you ate dinner before you came to see him, you dropped him off his portion of the meal. he looked down at you.

he was wearing all black. from the backwards baseball cap hiding his blond hair to the tight black t-shirt that highlighted his tattoos. he looked at you with those deep brown eyes. he asked, "you and the peanut shouldn't be in a place like this." his gaze cast down to your swollen middle.

you replied, "i'm not drinking, si. plus, these fries are much better than any kind of alcohol." you leaned against the vinyl of the seat and rubbed your swollen middle, "plus, i can't sleep well tonight."

you were dressed in one of his sweatshirts, it covered you perfectly. plus the faint smell of cigarettes on it plus the body wash he had been using for nearly a decade. you also liked that it had your husband's last name written across the back. made you feel protected as you ventured out of the house to visit your beloved simon at work. underneath was a stretchy maternity dress because struggling jeans didn't feel like an option tonight.

simon didn't like you hanging around the bar, even before you got pregnant. now with the peanut on the way, he was extremely protective over the both of you. he got into the booth beside you and held your face while he kissed you on the lips. you kissed over the black medical mask over his mouth. he didn't take the thing off during shift except to replace it if it got dirty or ruined. he didn't want to ruin the mystery when giving a kiss to his missus.

you were knew around the bar was "the missus" or "mrs riley", you've always been known as that even before you got married to simon. it was why you were able to have both onion rings and fries!

he placed a wide hand on your belly and rubbed it gently. you rubbed your thighs together lovingly while you continued to eat. simon had a thing for your pregnancy. knowing that you were carrying his child, it excited the bouncer.

he was all tattoos and sharp edges. meanwhile you were painfully sweet, the total opposite. and together you made the most precious peanut you could possibly imagine. you were perfect for him. so of course he rubbed his nose up against your neck and you giggled against him. his touches got a little more firm, not enough to hurt. but enough to know that your husband was getting a good feel of you.

how could he not? he loved you, you were his wife. no one else could call themselves that! he even got a quick squeeze of your ass before you pulled down his mask just enough to kiss his lips in the low light of the bar.

you pulled the mask back over his mouth and asked, "how much time do you have left in your break?" you knew that this wasn't going to happen if you waited until you got home.

simon looked at his watch, the one you gifted him for his first, un-offical father's day. he said, "twenty more minutes." and before you knew it, you were being helped out of the booth by your adoring husband.

you ended up in your car, simon opened the door for you and shuffled you inside. you sat in the backseat with him. he chucked his mask into the dark of the vehicle. he kissed you passionately and his hands pushed up your dress. he touched your behind with a bit of force, but not enough to bruise you.

simon riley would never bruise his missus on purpose. he one time smacked your ass too hard it left a purple hand print and he spent a month apologizing to you. he managed to get your panties around your left ankle and his cock out of his jeans.

"there she is." he said softly, "my missus." he purred lovingly. simon, despite his rough exterior, loved you deeply. he loved you so much he almost didn't ask you out when you first met because he was worried a woman as amazing as you didn't need to be with someone like him. but you loved him all the same, every mark, scar, tattoo, all of it. it was what made your husband, your husband.

"i hope i'm not taking up too much room." you said with your hands on your middle. simon patted your belly with another hand on your hip as he assured you that you were fine.

"i'll always take up more room, love." he said. you didn't have much time, as much as he loved to admired his wife. the two of you had to be quick if this was going to work. the breathing between you two was hot as you sank down on his cock.

you groaned and nodded when simon asked you if you were okay. you let out a cute little moan and your husband silenced you with a hot kiss. you felt a tremor of pleasure in your gut as you started to rock your hips against him. he was so much bigger than you, so intimidating and scary. but he loved you. you were his wife, his everything.

"you look amazing, lovie." he said softly as you moved against him. your pretty painted nails dug into this shirt over his shoulders. your fingers grasped onto the black material.

your swollen middle rubbed against his abdomen and he loved the feeling. it was a big cramped with little room to get comfortable with. but this wasn't the most cramped space you ever had sex in. plus, simon could be any position and still cum because of your sweet cunt.

the movements were fast, but not rough. you bounced on simon's hard cock and he kept a hand on the top of your head so you didn't hurt yourself against the roof of your beat up little car. you felt the shift in your weight as you moved. simon eyed you with those dark beautiful eyes.

"there's my girl." he purred as he moved against you. you felt the swell of warmth in your soul from the movements. simon dialed for the roughness after you got pregnant. his girl needed some tlc, but no bruises. never bruises.

"mmm, please, simon." you arched your back a little and felt the excitement race through you. you held onto him tighter, his strong shoulders felt good under your touch. you felt the zaps of pleasure through your body.

simon rested a little more up against the leather seats as he held onto your head and hip to make sure that you didn't put too much strain on yourself. he rolled his hips up against you and you moaned a little louder. you felt the warmth radiate in your core as the two of you fucked passionately in the backseat of your care.

simon loved that your swollen middle was up against him. to feel so close to you. to know that he made you that way excited him. oh, did it excite him. he loved it. he loved knowing that you carried a big piece of him everywhere you went. you two made a family together, and that left simon aroused.

he was finally putting the seed to go use. dumped enough of it inside of his missus and now you were sprouting a lovely little bump. in a few months you'll have your son in your arms. you two moved together in a rapid pace, the kisses got hotter as did the steam on the car windows.

husband and wife doing it in a car behind the the bar. your noises got a little louder and higher in pitch as you felt the swell of want through you. it excited you, he excited you.

he kissed at your next with admiration. he carried all his love in his touches and kisses. he carried his love for you in everything he did for you. you were the center of his world. as was the baby you were carrying. simon riley finally got the family he always wanted and he'd make sure that you two were protected.

"i love you."

"i love you too."

your words sweet like honey as you felt closer to your orgasm. you felt a tightness in your chest as you tensed up from the heated want. the pleasure coursed through you as you felt so close to your orgasm. you continued to move up and down his cock until you clenched around him and orgasmed.

simon continued to with his cock into you, he felt a similar heat in his body as he moved you up and down his cock as much as he could. he could feel it all bubble up and eventually pour over. with a few more steady thrusts of his hips. he finished inside of you with a heavy groan. you two looked into each other's eyes and simon pulled you in for a heated kiss, "mm, my girl, always takin' care of me."

you held onto his wrist and looked at the time, "oh no. you better hurry up and you may have time for some food in your stomach!" you kissed him then struggled to get your panties back on. he kissed you before he got out of the car.

he pointed at you and said, "you get right home and don't stay up waiting for me. you and peanut need sleep. i'll meet you in my bed, mrs. riley."

you giggled from the driver's seat, composed enough to get yourself home, "don't worry. i'm well worn out, it'll be time for a cup of herbal tea and comfy pajamas." simon leaned in to kiss you on the lips deeply before he went back to the bar to finish the rest of his shift. you watched him leave and before you left the parking lot you looked down at your swollen middle and gave it a pat.

"you and i better get to bed, or else papa is gonna be worried. but maybe we'll make a quick stop to the corner store first for some ice cream." you giggled before you turned on the car and sped off of the parking lot. <3

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Shopping for the Baby

Gojo insists on buying baby sunglasses and a tiny blindfold "for training purposes."

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You were tired. Your feet hurt. Your back ached. And you were already regretting letting Gojo Satoru—your overgrown man-child of a husband—anywhere near a baby store unsupervised.

Because somehow, in less than ten minutes, he had filled an entire cart with items that absolutely no baby needed.

"Satoru." you said slowly, staring at the ridiculously tiny pair of designer sunglasses he was proudly holding up. "What is that?"

He beamed. "Training gear."

Your eye twitched. "That’s not training gear. That’s a miniature pair of Gucci shades."

"Exactly!" he said, gently placing them on the baby mannequin's face. "Look at that. Instant swag. Our kid's gonna come out cooler than every adult in this store."

You crossed your arms, staring at the now swagged-out mannequin baby. "…They don't even have a neck yet, Satoru."

"They will," he said seriously. "And when they do, boom—drip activated."

You buried your face in your hands. "Why did I let you come with me?"

But Satoru wasn't done. No, he reached into the cart again and pulled out what looked suspiciously like— "Is that a baby-sized blindfold?!"

"Technically it’s a sleep mask," he said casually, like that made it better. "But I’ll make a few alterations. For training purposes."

You stared at him in disbelief. "Training for what? Peekaboo combat?"

Gojo gasped, offended. "You laugh now, but sensory deprivation is serious stuff! We gotta start them early."

"They’re not even born yet!"

"All the more reason to be prepared," he said, now seriously considering a baby-sized trench coat. "We don’t know if they’ll inherit my Six Eyes. What if they come out glowing?"

You gave him a flat look. "If either of them comes out glowing, I’m going to sue you."

He grinned. "You can sue me in kisses."

You rolled your eyes so hard they nearly left your skull.

Still, despite the nonsense, your heart warmed just a little watching him, bright-eyed, buzzing with energy, holding up each outfit and accessory like it was the most important thing in the world. He was already imagining all the ways he'd protect them, spoil them, embarrass them.

And as much as you groaned at the absurdity of it all, you couldn't help but smile when he turned to you, holding up a tiny onesie that said: "Daddy's Strongest Little Baby"

"…Okay," you murmured. "That one's actually kind of cute."

Gojo lit up like a Christmas tree. "HA! I knew you’d crack!"

You sighed, slipping your arm around his waist. "You're lucky you're pretty."

"I’m lucky you love me," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You leaned into him, hand resting on your growing belly. "They’re going to be so spoiled."

He smiled down at you, his voice softer this time. "Only by me."

And as ridiculous as the sunglasses and baby blindfold were…

You couldn’t wait to meet the little chaos he was already so in love with.

"Now let's go home, Megumi and Tsumiki are waiting."

@lixisoul99

[onceinablueberrymoon]

intentionally by chance | husband!salesman x pregnant!reader

part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | series masterlist scenario: a month after seeing the salesman on his way to the airport, gi-hun returns to that subway station every day, hoping to find the salesman and confront him. this is where you come in. setting: takes place after the events of season 1, but before gi-hun hires the loan shark group to search for the salesman warnings: deception; pregnant!reader; no use of y/n; second person POV word count: 1.3k notes: salesman fluff! ♡ this guy’s been plaguing my thoughts for weeks now, so i had to write about him. my first fic in years! i like to think that S1 salesman is more chill than in S2. please enjoy! borders by @strangergraphics-archive

“Excuse me… Can you please help me?”

The red-haired man, who was perusing the endless options of cup ramyeon, turned in your direction, but remained planted a few feet away from you. 

“Me?” He pointed at himself.

You nodded, adjusting the items you were holding in your arms. “Can you grab me that cup of ramyeon from the shelf? I’d get it, but my hands are full…” 

The man walked over and retrieved your cup of ramyeon. As he handed it to you, he noticed your pronounced bump under your sweater and furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Miss, you’re in no condition to be carrying so much. Please, let me help you bring it to the checkout.”

With your approval, he unloaded the rest of your snacks into his arms. The two of you walked to the register, where you insisted on paying for his own cup of ramyeon. You suggested eating the ramyeon at one of the tables outside the subway station’s convenience store, but he insisted on sitting on a bench on the subway platform. 

“Is there a particular reason you wanted to eat here? It’s not the most ideal dining spot…” You slurped your noodles happily. The man ate slowly, popping his head up every so often and eyeing his surroundings carefully. 

“I’m… looking for something. Nothing you should worry yourself with,” he continued to eat his food while you gave him a skeptical look.

“Perhaps I could help? Well, as long as I don’t have to move very much,” you chuckled, patting your stomach. He gave you a soft smile before changing the topic. 

“Shouldn’t your husband be buying you food instead of you coming to get it yourself?” He gestured to your bag of snacks, and you giggled.

“My husband buys me all the food I want, but sometimes I just want to get out of the house! It’s no fun being cooped up all day,” you sighed. The man nodded in understanding. 

“It’s also nice to talk to other people, like you,” you smiled at him. He returned your smile, but then his eyebrows shot up when a sharp smack echoed throughout the platform. 

The man jumped up, his cup ramyeon forgotten on the bench. You turned to see where the noise had come from, only to find a group of students huddled around another student who had dropped their textbooks on the ground. From what you could hear, it seemed like they were holding them for a friend but couldn’t handle the weight.

The red-haired man froze for a few seconds, then sat back down, heaving a big sigh. 

“Are you alright, sir? There’s nothing to worry about – it was just some books that fell.” You tried to comfort the man in some way, but he brushed the incident off. 

“I’m fine. It just… reminded me of something,” he tried his best to give you a reassuring smile, but it didn’t convince you. “Don’t worry about me. Please eat,” he gestured to your unfinished ramyeon, “you need strength for your baby.”

The rest of your time together was pleasant, but you were still not convinced that the man’s reaction was nothing. You both finished your noodles, disposing the packaging and your utensils before parting ways. 

Once you returned home, you put the remaining snacks away and settled on the sofa. There were still a few hours before your husband was due home. You got yourself comfortable, curled up under a blanket, and drifted off to sleep.

“Rough day?”

You cracked open your eyes. All you could see was a blurry grey shape, but you already knew who it was. 

Blinking your eyes a few times, your husband’s handsome face came into focus, with his usually crisp grey suit looking a bit creased. His usual smirk graced his face as he looked down at you on the sofa.

“I should be asking you that. What happened to your suit?” You sat up and he sat down next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“One prospective player became violent when he lost at ddakji for the 20th time in a row. Of course, I was able to subdue him, but it took more effort than usual,” your husband tried to press down a crease on his sleeve, but to no avail. He rested a hand on your rounded belly, gently rubbing circles with his fingers.

“How was today? I trust you succeeded in your mission?” 

You scoffed, “He was exactly where you said he’d be. I was able to have a conversation with him. We even ate ramyeon together for lunch!” 

Your husband turned to face you, an eyebrow raised. “You ate ramyeon together?” He gave a small pout, “I thought I was the only one you ate ramyeon with.”

Immediately, your face flustered as you explained yourself, “Hey, you know that I would never cheat!” Then, you scoffed, “We ate cup ramyeon, alright? Not whatever fantasy you’re imagining in that head of yours.” He laughed, pecking you on the cheek.

“Oh, but I have some exciting news,” you said with a sparkle in your eyes. “He’s still looking for you. And he’s basically gone mad trying to find you.” This caught your husband’s attention.

“While we were eating, there was a loud noise. Turned out that a kid dropped their books. But Gi-hun didn’t know that. He shot up so fast I swear I thought he was possessed!” 

Your husband seemed to take in your findings carefully, continuing his circles on your bump as if they helped him focus. 

“He wouldn’t tell me what he was looking for, but he specifically wanted us to sit on the subway platform, so I think it’s safe to say he’s searching for you.” Your husband had previously informed you that he had spotted a player he had already recruited at the Incheon Airport subway station, albeit with flaming red hair. After talking with the Frontman, he confirmed that Seong Gi-hun was indeed the winner of the 33rd edition of the Games. 

Once you shared the rest of your intel with your husband, you let out a big sigh. 

“Should I meet with Gi-hun again? It’d be useful to know his location and I could maybe gather more info,” you looked at your husband who had since sat up, but he didn’t take his hand off your bump. 

He pondered your question for a moment. “While I would benefit from knowing his whereabouts, I’m more afraid of something happening to you,” his voice sounded strained. “I wouldn’t be there to protect you and our child.” 

You leaned onto his shoulder, resting a hand on top of his on your belly. “We’ll be fine. If anything, Gi-hun was also concerned for me because of the baby,” you winked. “Maybe they’re the key to earning his trust.” 

Your husband’s lips tightened into a straight line. While he wasn’t happy that you would spend time with someone who clearly despised him, you were right — your pregnancy would lower Gi-hun’s defenses. You knew how much your husband’s schedule was impacted by Gi-hun’s constant presence on the AREX subway line. It would greatly help your husband if you could keep Gi-hun at one station while he recruited prospective players for the Games. 

Your husband kissed the crown of your head and stood up, attempting once again to smooth out the crease on his sleeve. “We’ll see. I’ll talk to the Frontman to see if we can get you any additional protection. I still don’t like the idea of you being around Gi-hun alone. If he learns of our relationship, I imagine he will use you as ransom,” he clicks his tongue, “We can’t have that now, can we?” 

You shook your head and stood up next to your husband. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

“For now, continue researching prospective players. I’m almost done with your last batch,” he flashed his signature smirk, which you returned with a soft smile of your own.

“On it. Rumour has it that Tapgol Park has an abundance of people down on their luck…”

[indecisive-capricorn]

drabble - the man who can't be moved au gojo satoru.

a/n: guys, I'm so sorry for the delay in the Arranged Marriage Gojo Satoru fic. I promise I'm still working on it, but right now, I am on a trip and I didn't bring my laptop, so I cannot continue it that much. However, to make up for it, I'll be spoiling all of you with drabbles all week until i'm back home next week. Next up is a Nanami Kento drabble! Oh yeah, I do want to add that I will be making longer fics for all of the drabbles. I'm still thinking about the Kento one first.

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Every day at 3.15 pm, he came.

Same table. Same drink. Same silence.

He can’t remember when the last time the baristas had asked for his name, having since memorized it by the second week. They knew the order, the time, the way he sat to always ensure his position was facing the door.

It was as if he was expecting someone to come, but they never did.

The baristas pitied him sometimes and even tried to offer free drinks to him every now and then, but he refused each time. He wasn’t there for the coffee. He never drank it.

It sat untouched on the table, a soft steam coming from the small lid as it cooled next to his tapping fingers.

He didn’t come for a conversation nor was he there to relive memories out loud. Truthfully, it was to cling to the fading hope that one day, you’d return to the shop like you once promised him.

Even if it was from across the room. Even if your eyes never found his.

It was enough. More than enough to know that there was a slight chance that you had at least a thought of him over the years of distance. That perhaps, he was living in a quiet corner inside your mind somewhere, even if it was a little old and dusty. But the hope fractured when the bell above the shop door rang and time slowed down for him.

You walked in.

You.

With a calmness in your steps that hadn't existed back then. With a ring on your finger, and a life cradled in your belly. A man at your side who looked at you like you were everything Satoru had once believed he could protect forever.

You smiled. The same soft, radiant and glowing smile that made Satoru want to destroy anyone that even tries to breathe the wrong way near you. But that smile didn’t belong to him anymore. It belonged to someone else now—to the man who was more than lucky to be your husband, a position that Satoru could only ever wish for years ago.

And still, he didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t even try to do anything about it.

Because this wasn’t his story to rewrite. Not anymore. He had long lost his chance and now, he must pay the price for it.

You didn’t see him, or maybe you did, but you were kind enough in pretending otherwise. Either way, he only watched from a distance.

Not out of bitterness, but because he needed to know that you were okay. That life had been gentle to you in the end.

That even if he hadn’t made it beside you, you still made it without him.

And once he saw it—the joy on your face, the warmth in your laughter, the way your hand settled protectively over the child you were going to bring into the world—he stood up wordlessly.

Just the faint scrape of the chair against the floor, and the echo of his footsteps fading into the gold sky of the evening.

Like a shadow.

Like a ghost.

Or perhaps even like a silent guardian, destined to only be allowed to watch from afar.

The door shut behind him, and only then did you glance toward that far-off table, but it was already empty.

Just an untouched cup left behind on the table, still gently steaming. And forever waiting for someone who never quite stayed.

[ryiju-muunie]

toji x pregnant!reader

what if his like infatuated with her big bodys?

Toji Zenin loved to fuck you. He loved to stretch out your pussy and watch as it fluttered around his thick cock, accommodating to his length. He loved to see your eyes go glossy when he'd thrust, just slow at first to tease that allusive g-spot.

He loved it when you said his name, too, whimpering around that pleasure that wouldn't stop.

"T..Toji.. mm-m .. shit.. ha- a-ah.. oh.. ohmy.. fu-fuckk," you'd cry bent over the kitchen counter, with his hand balled into your hair, tugging back. Toji Zenin would pull just to see your face contort into a cute little pout, before pushing it back onto the cold granite.

So when you got pregnant, he wasn't shy about wanting to fuck you until your stomach was bulging. And even then, he didn't want to stop. The moment your jeans stopped fitting and the moment you started to gain that baby weight, he was on you every day.

Toji Zenin's hands were on you within an instant every night, pulling at your nightgown and hiking it over your legs. He'd marvel at your stomach and for a tender second, plant a kiss on your belly button.

"He's gonna be like you," he would whisper, looking up at you with nothing but unusual affection, "All of you. Because I love you."

And then when Toji Zenin would fuck you, it was raw and it was full of passion. It was all of his lust and all of his love rolled into a ball of white hot bliss, sending waves of arousal down your spine and into your cunt. You would cry out, releasing your juices onto the mattress below. But he wouldn't relent. He wanted to see you full of him, all of him, again and again.

Because Toji Zenin loved you pregnant. And he loved fucking you pregnant.

[softjeekies]

Waiting After The Rain - Masterlist

Pairing: ot8!stray kids x pregnant omega!reader

Synopsis: An omega pregnant and alone after being kicked out by their alpha stumbles upon a pack willing to take them in and care for both the omega and their pup as if they were their own, because now they are.

Genre: strangers to lovers, angsty but lots of fluff to even it out.

Warnings: a/b/o, past abuse physical and verbal, past sexual abuse(mentions of past non-con), mentions of past violence, trauma, self esteem issues, pregnancy, aftermath of abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, pack dynamics, angst but it will be okay, polyamory, mentions of vomit/vomit scenes, fem reader

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7…

[oddlylovingaddiction]

; Coming Full Circle

Part 1: Here , Part 2 (You’re here), Part 3: Here , Part 4: Here

Sorry that it took so long everyone, I’m close to graduation now and I’ve been busy, however I hope this is good!

CW: Reader is pregnant BUT is gender neutral only being referred to as you, if you don’t have the ability to get pregnant you do now (in this series). Neglected reader x (platonic.) bat family. Reader is probably around in your 20s (21 - 25) and is the 5th(??) oldest. READER ALSO HAS NO IDEA THAT THE WAYNE FAMILY ARE SUPERHEROS (for now…) Reader is also bit emotional because of pregnancy hormones.

TW: Past abuse in the form of emotional neglect, Pregnancy, Arguments

The Garden was warm, you could almost relax and drink your tea peacefully.

Keyword being almost. Because unfortunately you were surrounded and being interrogated by some of your siblings. Dick, Tim, Cassandra, Jason and Damian.

“Who’s your husband?” Cassandra asks curiously. You really didn’t want to tell them anything but it’s clear if you ignore them, Tim the cyber stalker will just drag it up.

“I’d like to keep my private life—.” You go to reply but Damian interrupts, “I bet you the husband is made up.” and for some reason Jason nods along. Ever since yesterday Damian has stuck by you, anywhere you go in the mansion he’s somehow lurking behind you or around you in general. You’re not sure why especially since when you woke up he had gone.

“He is real.” You scoff your face bunching up in annoyance. “Oh yeah then why isn’t he here with you right now then?” Jason questions clearly not believing you like Damian. “… we had a small fight.” You reply slowly, concern blooming on all of their faces. It feels you with a mixed feeling… happy that finally some people in your family are concerned and also annoyed because they have no damn right to look at you like that. “I thought you said it was a disagreement?” Damian argued.

“It was on his end… but I suppose it was more of a fight on mine.” You mumble embarrassed, leaning your head on your hand to cover your mouth.

“What was the fight over?” Cassandra asks and you wince. You realllyyyyy didn’t want to answer that but you don’t want them to think of the worst scenario about you and your husband.

“It… was over the colour of the nursery walls…” You whisper-mumble closing your eyes shut. “Huh?” Tim replies.

“It was over the colour of the nursery walls…” you say still whispering but not mumbling anymore. “Can you speak up? I don’t think any of us caught that.” Dick adds.

“IT WAS OVER THE COLOUR OF THE NURSERY WALLS OKAY?!” You burst out standing up quickly as you slam your hands on the table.

Everyone goes silent as you sink back into your chair hands over your face embarrassed. “That’s it? Are you serious??” Jason grunted clearly he thinks you’re insane for choosing to stay with family over the colour of some walls. And you admit “it does sound ridiculous but in my head at the time it was a lot bigger of a deal…” you feel so embarrassed.

Surprisingly Damian pats your shoulder gently while you’re slouched over, “I support you and your future divorce. Because if he can’t let you pick the wall colour then what else will he do? His lover is pregnant, he should give in.” He advises which just makes you even more embarrassed because you can’t believe you’re being comforted by a kid. Cassandra also leans in and pats you on the back as well, at this point you’re wondering if you could just bury yourself in a hole.

“This is so stupid…” Jason mutters, “Why…” Tim adds and you can hear Dick trying not to laugh at the absurdity. “Pregnancy hormones.” You can hear Cassandra whisper-mouths as a reply to Tim.

“You guys don’t have to comfort me, I know it’s dumb.” You say finally looking up at them all as Cassandra and Damian retract their hands. “If you know just go back.” Jason frowns before Dick elbows him in the ribs. “I would but it just feels too embarrassing…” you sigh. You can’t believe you’re having this conversation with people a phew years ago probably wouldn’t notice if you were dead. “Is that it?” Tim probes, he knows that there’s got to be more than you’re letting onto, which there is.

“And… because I can’t help but be worried… what if this is the first fight before it gets worse? If we are arguing now what will happen when the baby is here? What if he doesn’t love me anymore because of this?” You confess. Your husband is the closet to you and you can’t bear to imagine losing or fighting with.

“It was just one argument if he doesn’t still love you over and chooses to fight with you more, then just kill him.” Jason stated to which earned a bunch of glares from the table, minus Damian who shrugged in agreement.

“Don’t listen to Jason just divorce him if he does that.” Cassandra proposes clearly uncomfortable with the talk of murder. You laugh softly. You choose to just hum in acknowledgment of their words, a small knot tying in your heart. It feels like your head is full of lead, everything right now going on with your husband and being around your family again it’s all too much.

“I think I’m just going to go relax…” you say picking up your purse. But instead of going towards the front door you go to the nearest car. “Wait!? Where are you going?!” Dick calls after you confused as everyone stands up and follows behind you confused.

“Retail therapy.” You grin as you turn around to smile at them.

You didn’t expect them to follow you. But perhaps you should’ve. You also should’ve stayed with your husband instead of coming back to the manor.

You shake your head trying to refocus on shopping and not focus on all the things overwhelming you right now..

You immediately spot your favourite store, it was a department store that had everything from food to clothes to the strangest items you’ve ever seen in your life. The last time you went you saw a statue of Abraham Lincoln in drag, a smut book of the current president and his political opponent and a dress covered in buttons.

“What is this.” Damian pointed at the store. The store had a sort of rundown look that immediately you probably wouldn’t go in now however since you’ve been here since you were just a bored teen who used to explore Gotham without a care in the world. “A store.” You say bluntly as you walk past them and head in, not bothering to explain anymore. Of course you’re not free of them yet since they also go in with you.

The store inside is similar to a warehouse inside, the only thing separating it from being an actual warehouse is the decoration on the floors and ceilings. You decide to peak at the clothing isle first, they usually have some cute baby clothes.

It seems they have continued to follow you, Dick grabs two shirts and checks their price tags before looking at you confused, “why is everything so cheap?” He frowns. You scowl right back in reply, “Because I’m basically their only customer, Richard.” You flip your head back around and walk off determined to get to the kids section. You knew a Dick wasn’t trying to attack you personally but you loved this damn store and you wouldn’t let anyone ruin that for you.

Two items in the baby’s section stood out and you could decide which one to buy. One was a onesie, it looked liked it was based off of that one popular kid’s book caterpillar and the other being watermelon overalls. Whatever you’ll just get both. After all your kid should be well dressed and have a bunch of different choices. As you held the clothing, it felt weird to hold up such tiny articles of clothing, to know you’ll have to give birth to a little life makes you all nervous and emotional. You can feel a small lump in your throat forming, you pull out your phone and check the messages from your husband. You usually did that when you were feeling emotional it helped you calm down. You forgot that you were currently ignoring him so when you opened up the messages you just felt even worse.

New messages from: My Superhero ❤️💍

“My love, please. I’m sorry we can do your choice okay?”

“I know you’re upset but I have checked almost every hotel and they say you aren’t staying with any of them.”

“The love of my life you are very pregnant, hormonal and quite frankly a little tiny bit insane. I’m worried about you.”

Okay the insane bit was unnecessary and lowkey pissed you off all over again. You had to pull yourself out of the baby clothing section and your phone otherwise you’d end up just buying everything and calling your husband to yell at him for that line. Instead you choose to loiter around the kids section instead. Never hurts to prepare yourself for the future of the kid after all. It also seems Cassandra, Tim, Jason, Dick and Damian finally caught up to you.

“What are you looking at? Do you have another kid we don’t know about because none of those will fit right now.” Jason points out and you roll your eyes. “Just looking.” You reply. Then you suddenly glance at Damian and get a wicked idea. You think Damian suddenly got the chills because he looked up at you and realized your plan. You think the others had the same idea because they all shared the same acknowledging look.

Every outfit you, Cass and Dick picked were really cute on Damian, from little Tuxedos to everyday wear that just made him look so adorable despite his protests. While Tim’s and Jason’s were straight hilarious, Jason picked out at one point a giraffe onesie and Damian practically launched himself at Jason. The only reason he tried it on is because everyone begged him to. Through the entire process Damian scowled and complained. However he still did it anyways, Maybe he liked the attention on him. He is a kid after all.

This time Damian walks out in the last outfit you picked for him.

You really don’t know why you started to cry. Or why you ran to Damian and held him in your arms. Hell you can’t really remember a lot that happened after that, you just remember everyone looking concerned, especially Damian as he looked up at you panicked. Then you remember falling asleep in the car ride home.

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSURPRISE PARTY TOUR: BOSTON SURPRISE * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　Where is the Boston show of the Surprise Party Tour, Y/N is pregnant, and it's Matt's turn to bring his surprise.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　being pregnant.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

After a long two year wait, the Sturniolo Triplets Surprise Party Tour was finally on the road.

The buzz of the theater was really electric, the pre-show jitters vibrating as fans filled the seats just beyond the thick curtains separating backstage from the main stage. Y/N practically radiated excitement, her steps light as she roamed around, eyes scanning every corner for Matt.

She was beyond ecstatic, to say the least. Being on the road with the triplets was her absolute favorite thing, and she had missed it so much since their last tour in 2023.

Her oversized custom shirt - the one that Nick had personally designed - hung loosely over her frame, matching his own shirt for the night. She smiled softly as she walked past crew members, setting up last-minute details. Nick and Chris were talking to the organizer somewhere behind the stage, deep in conversation, but her only focus was on finding Matt.

Just as she rounded a corner, Paula’s familiar voice echoed.

"Y/N! You look stunning."

Y/N turned her head, catching sight of the boys’ stylist walking toward her, a warm smile on her face.

"Nick did amazing with this shirt." Paula continued, eyes scanning the outfit with approval. "It looks amazing on you."

"You're too nice, Paula." Y/N’s cheeks heated as she grinned. Paula always had a way of making her feel extra confident. "Have you seen Matt?"

"He’s still in his dressing room." Paula replied before a yell of her name echoed, followed by the woman quickly excusing herself.

Y/N continued down the hall, stopping in front of the door marked with Matt’s name. She knocked gently, the sound barely audible over the distant hum of the crowd outside.

Slowly, she pushed the door open just enough to peek her head inside.

"Hey." She greeted softly, her lips curving into a small smile at the sight of Matt's fingers fumbling with the button of his jeans, his shirtless torso on full display.

His soft blue eyes lifted to meet hers as she stepped in and closed the door behind her, and the moment they locked onto hers, his entire body seemed to relax just slightly.

"Hey angel." He muttered gently.

She wasted no time crossing the room, stepping into his space as her arms wrapped tightly around his bare waist. Her hands ran up the milky skin of his back, relishing the warmth radiating off him as she pressed soft kisses against his lips before tucking her head into the crook of his neck.

His arms wound around her immediately, pulling her so close she could barely breathe, but she didn’t care. She loved being wrapped up in him like this.

A heavy sigh left Matt’s lips as he rested his chin atop her head. He was holding her like he never wanted to let go, and Y/N could feel it - his tension, his nerves, the anxious beat of his heart against her own chest.

She pressed a hand flat against the middle of his back, rubbing small, soothing circles.

"Hey, deep breaths, baby."

He obeyed, inhaling deeply, his hands sliding down to settle against her hips. His thumbs brushed over the soft fabric of her shirt above her lower stomach as if grounding himself.

"M'so nervous." He admitted, voice raspy and low, his forehead dipping against hers. "Not about what my- our family will say, I know they’ll be happy. But the fans..." His arms tightened slightly. "I just- this is so big, y'know?"

Y/N smiled softly, tilting her chin to kiss him once more, her lips lingering in reassurance.

"They’re going to be so happy, Matt." She murmured against his lips, her hands cupping the soft skin right above his ribs. "And even if they need a second to process it, we have each other. We’ve always had each other."

His eyes softened, filled with nothing but love and admiration as he let out a shaky breath. He leans in even more, basically smothering her, but she doesn’t mind - he needs the comfort, and he’s always only been able to be calmed by her.

"I love you." He whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead.

Before she could respond, a loud knock rattled the door.

"Matt!" Nick’s voice rang from the other side. "Are you dead in there? We gotta go!"

Matt groaned.

"Angel." He exhaled sharply, anxiously searching for Y/N's eyes one last time.

"You got this, my little star." Y/N nodded softly, and Matt's grip tightened for just a second longer before he finally, reluctantly, pulled back.

She smiled, squeezing his biceps one last time before stepping aside as he grabbed his shirt, ready to walk out onto that stage and into one of the biggest moments of their lives.

Matt, Chris, and Nick were lounging on stage like it was their living room, already used to the two iconic, slightly worn orange couches that had followed them across the country like loyal dogs.

Matt had claimed the right couch for himself, sitting cross-legged with a mic resting casually in one hand. On the left couch, Chris and Nick sat shoulder to shoulder, mirroring each other’s relaxed posture.

In the crowd, Y/N was in her usual spot - dead center, front row, the seat Matt always reserved for her. The one where he could look down and find her face instantly, grounding himself with just one glance.

But tonight, she wasn’t alone.

To her right sat Mary Lou, her hands folded neatly in her lap and a warm smile decorating her radiating face. Next to her was Jimmy, sitting tall and expectant, eyes scanning the stage like he was trying to drink it all in.

It was the first - and only - show they could attend, thanks to this tour stop being just a short drive from home. The last time they saw their sons on stage felt like a lifetime ago.

Suddenly, the giant screen behind the triplets lit up. A video snapped to life, flickering for a second before showing a clip of Matt fixing his tie.

And just like that, the room erupted. Screams shot up like fireworks, echoing off every wall.

Matt leaned back dramatically, flopping his free arm up.

"Alright, alright, chill out!" He grinned, voice teasing over the noise, trying not to laugh with the giddiness that came with his fans' reactions to himself. "First of all, I just wanna say, I deserve a full-blown award for keeping this secret."

Nick whipped his head toward him with a suspicious look, brows raised.

"No, I’m not even joking." Matt laughed, eyes wide with mock seriousness. "You guys have no idea how hard it was not to spill. Like, not just to you." He pointed at his brothers. "But to them too."

He turned, locking eyes with his parents, who were watching him intently, frowning.

"But when I found out we were doing a Boston show." Matt continued, voice dipping into something more sincere. "I knew this had to be my big surprise. I’ve been waiting for this moment for months."

The cheers kicked back up again - high-pitched, chaotic, and full of love.

"Okay, before we play the video, I need y’all to promise me something." He pointed toward the audience. "I need complete silence while it plays. Like, I want every single one of you to just sit back and take it all in." He smirked. "Don’t worry, you can scream after."

As the room quieted, you could feel the shift.

And then - click - the screen changed.

A home video. The inside of the triplets' LA house flickered onto the screen.

The camera wobbled for a second before being placed down on the coffee table. The image sharpened, revealing Matt's upper body moving a bit away from it, leaning down against the cream-colored couch, red hoodie up, grey sweatpants low, looking as cozy as humanly possible.

He waved at the camera with a little grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes yet.

"Hey, guys. If you’re watching this." He started, voice soft. "That means I finally get to say something I’ve been dying to share."

He ran a hand through his messy hair, exhaling slowly like he was about to let go of a weight he'd carried for way too long.

"This message is for two very important groups." He said, pointing toward the lens. "One, my family. And two, every single fan watching right now."

Back on stage, Nick was glued to the screen, eyes narrowed, completely focused. Chris, meanwhile, kept shifting, glancing between Matt and the video like he was trying to figure out what was coming next, his leg bouncing with anxiety.

"So, here’s the deal." Video-Matt continued. "Two weeks ago, something happened. Something kinda insane. And when I found out about the tour the next day, I knew... I just knew this had to be one of my surprises."

He leaned forward, eyes flickering down for a second as he nervously clasped his hands together, like grounding himself.

"So, uh... yeah. Here it is."

The screen went black.

And then a low, steady sound filled the theater.

Thump-thump.

Thump-thump.

Not music.

Not a voice.

Something deeper, more alive.

A heartbeat.

Small, fast, and impossibly real.

The video sharpened into focus, though clearly filmed on a phone, the angle a little off-kilter like it had been propped up in a rush. The room on screen was soft and warm, washed in late afternoon sunlight.

Not a studio, not a stage. A hospital room. Neutral-colored walls. A monitor to the side.

Y/N lay on the examination bed, her brown sweater lifted to reveal her lower belly, shiny with gel. Her leggings were pulled down slightly, allowing the doctor to gently move the ultrasound wand over her skin.

Matt was right by her side, and he looked wrecked in the most beautiful way. Completely undone.

His eyes were glassy and red-rimmed, cheeks blotchy with emotion. Tears slipped down silently as he gripped Y/N’s hand like it was the only thing tethering him to the planet. His commitment ring shimmered in the soft light as his right hand constantly - and very awkwardly - cleaned the tear tracks.

Y/N had her free hand over her mouth, her chest heaving as she tried to breathe through the sob building between her ribcage and going up full force. Her eyes were locked on the monitor, wide and wet, as a tiny, hazy figure wiggled faintly on the screen.

The doctor’s voice was quiet, almost reverent.

"That’s your baby’s heartbeat."

And Matt let out this broken, wet laugh, the kind that happens when you’re completely overwhelmed and overflowing all at once, a sob following right behind. He shook his head like he couldn’t even process what he was seeing.

"That’s our baby." He whispered, his voice cracking in half as he pulled Y/N’s hand to his lips and kissed it, keeping it pressed against his mouth. "That’s literally our baby."

Back in the theater, no one moved.

Not a sound.

It was like everyone in the room had just had the wind knocked out of them. Mouths covered in shock, eyes wide with disbelief.

Chris sat frozen, his jaw slack. Nick blinked slowly like he was trying to reboot.

Neither of them said a word - they couldn’t.

Their brother was having a baby.

Mary Lou, on the other hand, was already sobbing into her hands, her shoulders shaking, eyes covered in glasses tightly shut as if trying to hold back even more tears. Jimmy sat beside her with shining eyes, blinking back upcoming tears with a shaky inhale like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

On the screen, Matt’s watery smile stayed glued to the monitor, completely and utterly obsessed.

"Can’t believe y’letting me make you a mumma." Matt hums, almost in awe, like the words tasted too good to be true. "Gonna be the best, angel. I know it."

The video faded to black again.

Y/N, sitting quietly in the theater seat, was trying her best to keep it together, her eyes glassy and full. She pressed her pink tinted lips tightly together, like any little crack would shatter her.

The sound of her baby’s heartbeat echoed in her ears, and it was everything - terrifying, surreal, breathtaking. She clutched her stomach with both hands without thinking, her decorated nails lazily scratching over her shirt, like holding the secret tighter would make it easier not to cry.

Then, one last clip.

Matt, back in their cozy LA living room, sitting in his usual spot on the couch, his eyes slightly red but glowing, lit up with so much love.

"So, yeah." He sniffled, grinning shyly. "I wanted to tell you guys in the best way I knew how." He paused, visibly holding back more tears. "Y/N and I are having a baby."

He glanced off to the side for a second, sniffing.

"And we couldn’t be happier."

The screen went black.

Not a sound.

Not a breath.

And then, the world exploded.

Screams ripped through the air like a tidal wave, the theater shaking from the sheer force of it. Fans were crying, sobbing, yelling, clutching their faces in disbelief. It was chaos - beautiful, euphoric chaos.

Nick was the first to move, and he didn’t move. He launched. One second, he was sitting on the couch. The next he was across the stage, slamming into Matt with so much force, it nearly knocked them both down to the floor.

Chris was right behind him, eyes glossy, chin wobbling, and then suddenly, all three brothers were in this tangled, messy pile of limbs and love.

"Oh my god, Matt." Nick choked out, arms locked around Matt’s neck. "You’re gonna be a dad. You’re gonna be a freaking dad."

Chris was now crying - full-on crying - Fresh Love covered shoulders shaking, fingers gripping the back of Matt’s jacket like he didn’t wanna ever let go.

"I’m gonna be an uncle." He whispered, voice breaking like glass, pink lips wet with tears. "I get to be an uncle, man-"

And Matt just stood there in the middle of them, eyes wide, smile splitting his face in half, heart pounding like a drum solo inside his chest.

Down there, Mary Lou had already jumped to her feet, tears streaming down her face as she delicately pulled Y/N up and into her arms, pulling her shaking body into the warmest, tightest, most mom-like hug imaginable. The kind of hug that made everything feel safe.

"Oh, sweetheart." She whispered, voice shaking with emotion. "You just made me the happiest woman alive." She pulled back for a second just to cup Y/N’s cheeks, ignoring how her fingers got wet by Y/N's salty tears, soft eyes twinkling with pride and love. "You’re gonna be such a good mom. And I’m gonna spoil the hell outta this baby, just you wait."

Y/N couldn’t even speak. She just nodded, blinking through fat tears, heart hammering against her ribs.

Then, Matt looked down.

Somehow, in the storm of screaming and crying and fans limbs and lights, his eyes found her. His girl. Standing between the stage and the front row, being held by his mom, trembling hand over her belly, absolutely wrecked by the moment. Teary, overwhelmed, glowing in the most heartbreakingly beautiful way.

And something snapped in him.

He didn’t think.

He ran.

The bodyguards surrounding both sides of the stage went wild, arms outstretched, trying to block or guide him back, yelling over their earpieces.

But Matt didn’t care.

He dodged through them like it was instinct, ears muted to the fans yells from the front row, like his body was already halfway to her before his mind even caught up.

He reached her.

And without a word, without a second’s hesitation, he pulled her into the tightest hug, body accidentally hitting Mary Lou's in the process.

Big hands met Y/N's back, circling around her upper body, lifting her slightly off the ground as he wrapped himself around her like she was the only thing keeping him alive.

"You- you-" He stammered against her cheek, their tears mixing between skin. "You did this. You’re giving me everything."

He kissed her face - cheeks, nose, forehead - his lips shaky and soft and desperate.

And then, with one hand still on her back, the other reached for the mic.

He turned back to the crowd, chest heaving, heart out in the open.

"I’M GONNA BE A DAD!!"

The theater detonated.

Y/N laughed through her now ugly cry, burying her face into Matt’s neck.

And Matt just held her tighter.

"So that's the reason Y/N's been using more hoodies than normal."

© vanteguccir

[mullermilkshake]

Torchlight down a long tunnel

Part 24 <- Part 25 -> Part 26

Jinwoo tries to grasp at fading straws.

Yandere!Jinwoo Sung x Fem Pregnant!reader Tags - Amnesia arc, Protective Jinwoo doesn't know what possession is just yet

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“Can you remember who you are?”

Jinwoo blinked away the ingrained spots of light behind his eyelids from Jin-chul’s flashlight in his face. “Yeah, I’m Jinwoo Sung, S-Rank hunter. I was at a dungeon raid today.”

All facts, nothing difficult about that.

“And who is that?” Jin-chul pointed over to you, a clutched tissue in your hand, red puffy eyes looking back at him.

Jinwoo wanted to feel sympathy, he really did, but nothing came to him. Your face seemed familiar, but that’s all he got from it. “I… I Don’t know. I remembered her face in the dungeon, but every time I tried hard to think, I drew blanks- sorry.”

“It’s okay…” You said, wiping away fresh tears that fell on your shirt over your large baby bump.

“Hunter Sung, believe it or not, but that dungeon boss was an S-Rank, though looks can be deceiving. It doesn’t register the way other magical beasts do, and it’s a master manipulator into making you think it’s more harmless than it actually is. That’s how it lures its prey closer. It takes your memories, hence why the other hunters who managed to escape had no recollection of the beast. A vicious cycle to get more prey and build up a stock of liquified food.”

“So what happens now? I’m good with poison, I have a high tolerance, this shouldn’t have affected me like this. Why can’t I remember?”

“Because it doesn't act like a poison. The biologist explained that it worked more like a virus, attacking the brain instead of the entire body. Anyone with any tools or armour with poison resistance still would have succumbed. Despite its lack of S-Rank mana, this spider is far more dangerous than what we’ve seen before, because it cannot be blocked or resisted against.”

Shit, for the first time in a while, Jinwoo was helpless.

Pathetic.

Can’t protect them.

You’d be a terrible father anyway.

From what pit did that last thought crawl from?

“Manager Woo, will… will he ever get his memories back?”

You sat next to Beru like he wasn’t even there, Jin-chul gave him sly glances now and then, but no one spoke because of the elephant in the room.

“I’m not sure, I’ll have the association doctor come and check him over. In the meantime, I’d suggest doing some things together while you two wait to pass the time, who knows, it could trigger your memory.”

“You’re going?” You said, struggling to stand up as quickly as you’d like, grasping onto the sofa for stability.

“I have the incident at the gate to clear up, you’ll be in good hands with the doctor, he’s our best in the association. Take care, I’ll check in on you tomorrow.”

Jin-chul bowed and left the apartment, closing the front door behind him and dropping you and Jinwoo in an uncomfortable silence.

Who was this pretty girl, seemingly pregnant with his babies?

You never said anything, you just stood there, still completely unaware of Beru and Igris. Jinwoo couldn’t shake the guilt of not remembering, confused by the spider’s poison and the fact there were two babies involved.

How could he not remember?

“So, I want to ask you some things, would you be comfortable with that?”

Awkwardly you nodded, looking away towards the door and straight through Beru. “Okay.”

“Can you not see him?”

Jinwoo pointed to Beru who froze where he stood, looking over you though his eyes were wide and deer-like. He couldn’t sense any aura from you per se, but from the two individual aura signatures coming from your belly.

They’re strong auras. Not even newborn and they’re Upper A-rank? No, their mana seems more complicated than that, they must be S-Rank already. Sheesh, they’ll be a handful down the line.

“No.” You said, blinking away with a trembling lip. “I can’t see your shadows anymore.”

“So you had mana, but lost it. Jin-chul said something about it.”

“The babies-“ you hesitated, wandering over towards the sofa. “Chairman Go said the babies are using it. I’ll probably get it back after they’re born.”

Jinwoo blinked at the twitch behind his eye but followed you anyway. Beru sat next to you on the sofa, his long legs bent in half until his knees were higher than your head. He said not one word.

It came on like a headache. A dull skull with razor blades chucked in and shaken about. “Mana blindness.. I think?”

“You never went into detail about your conversation, so I never asked.”

“Why? Why didn’t you challenge me on it? What if it was important and I was keeping it from you?”

Jinwoo didn’t understand why he asked that, though if he were really in a relationship, he’d keep nothing from you. Well, he was. He clocked the only picture frame on the side table, you and him maybe taken only a few weeks ago. Taped to the side was a sonogram picture.

“Uh… I’m not sure. You usually take care of all that stuff, I’m just trying to keep stress free like the doctor told us. I only have a week left before my due date, so…” You must have noticed his distraction. “Oh, we took that about a few weeks back. The doctor wanted to see me for another scan, it’s more up-to-date than the one you have in your wallet.”

That’s odd. “My wallet?”

“Yes!” Beru vigorously nodded his head. “The pouch of currency you transport around with you, Sire.”

Jinwoo rummaged through his pockets for his wallet, to find two pictures in the side pocket. A candid photo of you, and a sonogram with a message handwritten in his own writing.

Sung twins. 

“That’s the twenty week scan.”

“And how far along are you again?”

Beru excitedly answered for you. “My mistress is thirty-five weeks, my Lord!”

You responded like he wasn’t even there. “I’m just over thirty-five weeks. Hae-in is overdue now, she was due nearly two weeks ago, they’re inducing her tomorrow.”

Hae-in’s pregnant too? That’s right, I remember. But why do I not care? Oof that’s harsh. 

“So…” Jinwoo wanted more answers, more information. “We love each other then, I proposed to you.”

He noticed your engagement ring, but he didn’t recognise it.

“You did. A couple months back, and you tell me you love me all the time, actually.”

Jinwoo was intrigued, the way you were looking at him like he was the only person in the entire building.

“And do you love me-“

The front door knocked quietly yet authoritatively. Then silence.

“I’ll get it.”

Jinwoo stood first, holding his hand out to keep you sitting. “No, I’ll get it. You rest, it’s been a weird day.”

To say that opening the door was daunting would have been an understatement. Jinwoo’s memory had clearly wiped you away like chalk on a board and replaced it with an anxiety he wasn’t used to. 

He was expecting one doctor, not two.

A man whom he’d never seen before with a medical bag and warming look behind his eyes. Jinwoo noticed the long scar across his face over his cheekbone and right eye, like a hardened man devoting his life to medicine.

Then there was the other doctor, a woman, who seemed familiar yet Jinwoo couldn’t quite make her out. It was as though his gut was telling him not to trust her behind her tortoise shell rimmed glasses. Or maybe it was how she lacked mana unlike the other doctor.

His aura had calming effects like lavender bath oil and chamomile tea to help Jinwoo sleep after a stressful day. But hers, it was wrong. Like waking from a nightmare and expecting a demon to pounce in the silent, pitch black abyss yet never did. Just an eerie quiet, waking up in his own sweat.

There was nothing there.

“Mr Sung, how are you feeling? Manager Woo gave us most of the details.”

“I’m fine.” Why was he suddenly on the defensive? He didn’t want this woman stepping foot in the apartment.

When he looked for you, you were already close by, instinctively rubbing your belly with the weakest smile he’d seen so far.

“Hi Doctor, we weren’t expecting you today.”

“I know. I’m sorry for dropping in like this.” She smiled sweetly. “I just heard what the two of you were going through and I wanted to check in with you. It must be stressful.”

“Oh, that’s really thoughtful of you, it’s… different. I didn’t think we’d be in a situation like this.”

The doctor stepped past the older man, and reached for you. “It’s a difficult situation. But I’m sure he’ll remember how in love he is with you. Why don’t we go in the kitchen while the doctor looks your fiancé over?”

“Oh, uh-“

Jinwoo didn’t know why, but a compulsion drove him to do something out of character from what he knew. He got between you and the doctor with a stone glare that irritated him for a reason he couldn’t pinpoint.

“We’ll stay in the same room. It’s important she hears what the doctor says.”

“That’s a great idea!” The man said, breaching the threshold and trudging over towards the living room.

Beru didn’t know where to look, looking for somewhere to go before someone sat on him. Jinwoo called him back before the doctor could see him and he sat right where Beru would have been.

“O-Okay, yes of course. That’s a great idea.” 

Jinwoo made sure to sit between you and the woman, almost protective over a girl he couldn’t remember. His eye twitched again, a pain behind his eye he tried his hardest to ignore.

“Now, Mr Sung. I am aware of your ailments, and there’s a few exercises I’d like for you to do in the meantime, but right now, I’d like to examine you physically, would that be alright?”

Jinwoo nodded, having zero issue with the man, he really calmed the room down. He pulled open his medical bag and fished out a miniature flashlight. 

“I’m going to heal you, my ability is very specific and I’m hoping it will cure you completely, but it’s entirely by random lottery.”

“Lottery?” You said. “Like a lottery ticket?”

“Yes, sometimes patients get incredibly lucky and heal completely without any further treatment, yet some require modern medicine too to fully recover. It all depends on luck. Mr Sung might remember everything, or he may get bits and pieces and will need to follow the exercises I give him.”

So it’s totally random. That’s not worrying at all. 

“Do it.” 

No time like the present. Jinwoo had forgotten about a huge section of an important part of his life that everyone else seemed to remember besides him, he was to be a father who until now he’d been pretty chill about.

I’m going to be a father. 

He had to be on point and follow through. No way could he be a father like his own, just disappearing. He couldn’t do that to you, no matter how little he remembered.

And if push came to shove and he never regained his memories with you, well, he’d just have to make new ones.

“Alright, sit still and breathe normally, you’ll feel a little warm and tingly, but that’s to be expected.”

“Right-“

You slipped your hand into his, holding on to it with another weary smile. Something in his brain told him he didn’t have the heart to pull away, to keep to himself. And you were so pretty, no, beautiful. You were glowing almost. Wasn’t that what people said to those who were pregnant?

Glowing.

“Whatever happens, it’ll be alright.” 

You didn’t believe it, not your eyes and lips, even the tear from your cheek. He was hurting you and didn’t even know how much.

What a dick. I’m a dick. 

A warmth rolled through Jinwoo, like sitting in a hot bath full of calming bubbles and aromatic candles. What was that smell he recognised in the dungeon? A vanilla scent, similar to the one under his nose from you, your clothes, your hair.

“There, how are you feeling, Mr Sung?”

“Uh… I’m not sure. I don't think anything has changed.”

It hurt to say out loud, you slouched though tried to hide your disappointment. All eyes on him and yours were the loudest.

The man shrugged, yet hid his own disappointment well. “Sometimes it can be delayed, I’ll come back in a day or two and see your progress. While I’m away, you’ll need to rely on your each other and talk through things, explore feelings and do things together that you did before, it might help regain some memories. Unfortunately, we're going in here pretty much blind with only what information the association has.”

“And that’s where I come in.” Again, the woman’s smile was sickly sweet. Maybe Jinwoo just didn’t like her. “I’ll come over and see how you’re doing right up until your due date, stress can cause early labour, so try to keep calm. If you have any concerns, just call me. We’re all here to help the two of you.”

“Thank you, doctor.”

“Well, that’s us finished here for now. Get some rest and take each day as it comes, I’m confident we’ll get some of those memories back for you.” 

Jinwoo saw them out, eyes the woman closely until the front door closed. He stared into space for a solid minute, then came back to you where you were in the same spot. He needed his memories back quickly, having them stolen from him made it personal.

“What did you want to do for the rest of the day? I’m sorry I haven’t prepared anything for dinner yet.” You were cooking him dinner too?

“Let’s get take out, I think we have a lot to talk about. Why don’t you tell me more about our relationship? I’d like to hear it.”

“You would?”

“If I’m going to be a dad, I need to know who their mom is, maybe it’ll help get my memories back?”

Your eyes were wide, unsettled and glassy. “But, what if you don’t ever get them back?”

That was a good point. There were milestones he’d never remember, like proposing and seeing the babies first scan, or his first time with you sexually.

It would take a lot of getting used to, much commitment to get up to speed when he didn’t remember and now within a week, he was due to become a father. Still, he was committed as committed could be, however, it was still to sink into his brain and solidify his future laid out in front of him.

“If that happens, we’ll just have to make new ones. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

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Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x pregnant wife!doctor!reader

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Summary: The birth of your first child and all the little moments that you cherish with your husband.

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Note: I’m honestly enjoying this Robby and Reader, so I might do something with them/inspired by them. Let’s see where season 2 takes us👀

This one got away from me, but I had a lot of fun writing it!

Word Count: 4.4k

Most of my works are 18+ due to adult language and content

Warnings: afab!reader, established relationship, pet names (my love, sweetheart), mild angst, comfort, fluff, birth scene (nondescript), postpartum, mentions of a prior panic attack, therapy, Mother’s/Father’s Day, vague smut (minors dni!!!!), Robby getting good things because he deserves it

not beta read

Langdon returned in the last few weeks of your pregnancy, rolling into the Pitt with something to prove. He wasn’t as cocky as he had been, but he threw himself headfirst into the chaos of it all — which worried you that he would only fall back into his addiction.

Michael had put strict rules in place for him after he was done rehab — random urine tests, he needed sign offs for most of the drugs he could prescribe, as well as having him attend NA meetings. You could see plainly that even if Frank succeeded in all of that, Michael would need so much time to trust him as he once had. You didn’t know what had transpired between them during that shift, not really, but Frank had let your husband down majorly.

Most in the Pitt might not have known he had been stealing the drugs from patients, or the ED, but with one glance at you and it was clear Frank knew that you knew about it. How could you not? You were Michael’s wife, his one true confidant in the mess of it all.

Frank sucked up to you, maybe thinking it would be an easier way to soften Michael’s heart to him again. Brought you a muffin from the cafeteria when he saw you hadn’t eaten, pulled a stool over to your computer so you could sit, even taking the meaner or nastier patients from your plate. All with a smile. All with a humility you hadn’t seen in awhile.

You appreciated the gestures, but it did little to help gain your trust back.

“It’ll just take time,” you said to Langdon one afternoon. “He won’t trust you again if you take the easy way out.”

He seemed to consider it. “And you? When will you trust me again?”

You turned away from the computer screen to look at him, “Pass all your drugs tests. Show me that coin you get after one year in the meetings. Don’t fuck with my patients again. Then we’re square.”

He gave a curt nod, “Okay, I can do that.”

You smiled softly at him, “I hope so, Frank.”

Due to your large bump, you were not frequently in the trauma room, not wanting to risk bumping into anything or anyone. Like usual, you stuck to triage and the non-critical patients. Michael wanted to keep your stress and adrenaline levels down, which you accepted with little pushback. He also ensured you always sat down to have lunch, even pulling himself away from the chaos long enough to eat with you when you demanded requested it.

If he was going to make sure you ate, you were going to make sure the same.

It was roughly lunchtime when the cramping started, starting as just a mild sense of discomfort before edging closer to moderate pain. Braxton Hicks contractions, you thought, seeing as you were only in your 38th week. You had been getting them periodically since starting your third trimester, but they never got any worse than mild.

Dana found you hunched over the nurses station, trying to take slow, even breaths. The cramping had gotten substantially worse, edging closer to you not being able to think properly.

“Honey?” Dana called your attention.

You took another deep breath through your nose and out through your mouth. “It’s nothing, I’m okay.”

“You and your husband, I swear to god.” She let out a long breath before raising a careful eyebrow at you, “How long has it been going on?”

You hummed, thinking, “I don’t know, noon?”

Dana grinned at you, “Looks like you’re about to have this baby, kid.”

Your eyes widened, “What? No. I still have two weeks.”

“Babies come when they’re ready, not when you are.” She chuckled.

You groaned. Adam, you really had to make an appearance now, huh? Couldn’t have waited a week and a half for when I started maternity?

You clenched your teeth, “Where’s my husband?”

“I just saw Robby head into Trauma-1.” Frank said as he passed, eyeing you warily. “You okay?”

“Baby Adam just decided he didn’t care about the plans I had, no biggie.”

“You better get used to that.” Frank said with a laugh.

You only rolled your eyes at him, trying to catch your breath after the contraction. You watched as Frank ran to grab Michael from the trauma room, and you mentioned to Dana it might be smart to call in someone to cover until the end of your shift. In one fell swoop, two ED doctors were about to be unavailable.

You tried not to feel guilty.

Michael exited Trauma-1, hiding his annoyance of being pulled away well enough, before he spotted you. His eyes flashed before he was jogging over to you, hand immediately going to your back.

“Sweetheart?” His cool mask had slipped, the one that kept everything between you two mostly professional while you were at work.

You squeezed his hand, “Adam has decided he’s ready to meet us.”

Michael’s eyes widened, gaze flickering between your belly and your face. “What?”

“Contractions edging closer to five minutes apart, for about a minute. They’ve gotten worse since noon.”

“Noon?” Michael yelled, though not at you, glancing at his watch. “It’s nearly five! Why didn’t you say anything?”

“We were busy.” You said, “I thought it was just Braxton Hicks, like it’s been all month.”

“We were busy.” Michael echoed, tone disbelieving. “You were seriously—”

You hushed your husband as another contraction hit, clutching his hand tightly.

It felt like mostly a blur after that. You had gotten up to Labor & Delivery a little bit later, and Michael called a friend of yours to go get your go bag and baby bag to bring to the hospital.

As the contractions got closer, so did your desperation.

“Why did you do this to me, again?” You panted. “Jesus Christ, just get him out of me.”

Michael grinned at you, “Last I checked, you were the one begg—”

You swatted him away like he was nothing more than an annoying fly. “Michael Robinavitch, don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

He raised his eyebrows, looking mildly amused, though he tried to contain his grin.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he said a few minutes later, after another contraction, kissing your hairline.

“Trade with me?” You asked with a sly grin.

He chuckled, “I would in a heartbeat.”

You made a small noise in the back of your throat, trying to catch your breath, using the techniques you had learned in birthing classes.

“Now you say that.” You said, closing your eyes. “Wish you had said that before I went into labor.”

Michael kissed your forehead and rubbed circles onto your back. “Tell me what you need.”

You hummed, “I think I want to walk around. Might help.”

He helped you from the gurney to your feet, holding you steady. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned on him for support, swinging your hips from side-to-side. After breathing through a particularly bad contraction, Michael helped you walk back and forth across your room.

You breathed through each of them, taking them one at a time and trying not to get overwhelmed with how far you still had to go. Michael was steadfast beside you, nearly intuitively understanding what you needed when you needed it. Cold washcloth, soft caresses over your shoulders, squeezing your hips together while you leaned over the gurney, whispering encouraging words to you, or holding you close when the pain subsided.

“You’re so amazing,” he said, tone soft, standing behind you and swaying with you while you breathed in and out, arms wrapped around you. “You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart. Strongest woman I know. I love you so much.” He kissed your neck, moving to your jaw and then your cheek.

You hummed in acknowledgement, though you kept your focus on breathing through the contraction.

A few agonizingly slow hours later and you were ready to push. You felt ready to cry, clutching Michael’s hand with a grip that rivaled a vice. He soothed you, kissing your forehead.

“You’ve got this. Push when you breathe out, come on,” he encouraged.

Part of you wanted to kiss him. The other wanted to throttle him.

During the next contraction, that was what you did, breathing out as you pushed. Slow, controlled, powerful. It ripped through you and you screamed.

You had once wanted to be dignified during your labor. You worked at this hospital and these people were more-or-less your colleagues, even though you did not always work with them directly. The thought of remaining composed now made you want to laugh.

“Alright, he should be out on the next push.” your OB told you, looking over to Michael. “Would you like to do the honors, dad?”

Michael’s eyes got glassy, though he looked at you. “I’ll stay right here if you need me to.”

“It’s okay,” you breathed out, mustering a smile. “I know you want to.”

He kissed you, before moving to assist your OB with delivering your son. Thankfully, she had been right, and it only took one more push before your son was in Michael’s arms.

Adam Robinavitch was finally here.

You cooed at him softly when he was laid on your chest, though he cried loudly — clearly upset to be anywhere else but your womb. You could hardly blame him, but you felt overwhelming joy finally holding him in your arms. Tears leaked from your eyes, a warmth cascading through your insides at the sight of him, at the feeling of his tiny hand on your skin.

Michael had his hand on your head, stroking your forehead softly with his thumb. His teary eyes remained, looking between you and your son with a soft smile on his lips.

Adam gurgled on your chest, making small noises to highlight his displeasure. You kissed the top of his head before letting your head fall back onto the pillow, letting out a long sigh of exhaustion.

“I love you.” You said, blinking through your fatigue to look at your husband.

“Thank you.” He whispered back to you, big brown eyes soft and warm as he held your gaze.

You raised an eyebrow.

He smiled, kissing your forehead. “For this life. For loving me. For giving me a chance. For bringing our son into the world. I don’t know why you decided to take a chance on an old guy like me, but I’ll forever be grateful that you did.”

Tears blurred your vision and you blinked them away, “Oh, Michael. I’m so grateful it’s you. Even before I knew it, it was you. It always has been.”

He kissed you tenderly, whispering ‘always will be’ against your lips.

—

Postpartum was no joke, and add in being new to motherhood? You were in the trenches. You were thankful Michael had gotten a decent amount of time off to be in the throes of it with you, but at times, it still felt like you were drowning.

You tried not to feel guilty when you knocked out on the couch or turned in early, leaving the brunt of night shift to Michael. He was an ever faithful partner, and never even flinched when you felt he was shouldering too much of it. All he asked was that you rest, heal and spend time with Adam.

He took time in the mornings for himself, even started seeing a therapist via Zoom and you could see it helping. His shoulders seemed lighter and it created healthier habits for when he went back to working.

Michael’s first shift back did not come home with him, though you knew it was not likely to always be that way. Not when harder patients hit, or major casualties, but you hoped the things he was learning in therapy would help him whenever that day came.

You were rocking Adam back and forth, trying to get him to fall back to sleep, humming a lullaby softly. You caught movement out of the corner of your eye, and you turned your head to see Michael standing in the doorway, tired smile stretching across his lips.

“Hey, my love,” you said lowly, trying to keep your voice quiet so as to not stir your baby, who still would not fall asleep. “How was your shift?”

He gave a small shrug, “I’ve had worse.”

You raised a careful eyebrow at him, but didn’t push. “I think Adam missed his daddy.”

Michael stepped into the room, walking until he was beside you, looking at your son in your arms.

“Yeah?”

You made a small noise of agreement, moving to hand him over. As he stirred, Adam opened his eyes to look up at his father, their eyes complete mirrors of each other. It was undoubtedly one of your favorite features that he had inherited from Michael.

“I think he likes your lullaby much more than mine, actually.” You said, kissing the top of your son’s head.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s true, is it buddy? No, mommy’s lullabies are the best.”

Despite having a tough day of your own, your heart warmed. You leaned your head on Michael’s shoulder, staring down at Adam and rocking side-to-side with Michael’s movements.

Perhaps this was a healing all its own, in the quiet of your son’s room, just the three of you.

—

Mother’s Day came shortly after you got off maternity leave, and while it was nice to return to work, you missed Adam. It was nearly painful. But all your co-workers made it feel like a second home.

Dana and McKay were happy to swap baby stories with you, while Langdon attempted to give you and Michael tips. You seemed more receptive to it than your husband was.

You had decided that for your first Mother’s Day, you wanted the day off to spend with your son. Michael also ensured he had off, and let you sleep in. It was peaceful to wake up to a quiet house.

Michael brought you breakfast not long after you woke, and you showered him with kisses in gratitude. It really was the little things.

“I have a full day planned,” he told you, sitting beside you in bed, sipping a cup of coffee. “Slow morning, then when you’re ready, we’re gonna go out.”

“Out?” You questioned. “Care to be more specific?”

A sly grin formed on his face. “Nope.”

You scoffed, but you were smiling.

Sometime after noon, Michael was packing a lunch bag while you got changed, curious to see what he had planned. He got Adam ready, and you met him at the car with an eyebrow raised. He only smiled at you.

It was easy enough to guess what he was up to once you pulled up to the park. It was a beautiful spring day, and you enjoyed the little things — a picnic in the park with your family of three was perfect. Not too complicated, or required too much effort from you, and it was simple enough that you weren’t worried about Adam fussing too much.

You relaxed on the picnic blanket, enjoying the feeling of the sun on your skin, the warmth sending a happy buzz through your system.

Adam was only four months, but he took in the world around him eagerly. He was beginning to roll over with only a small amount of assistance, and he clapped his hands when he was excited, babbling nonsense.

It seemed like such a short amount of time since he had been born, but he was already beginning to grow far too quickly for your liking.

Michael kept Adam entertained while you read a bit, before you ate together. Michael really had quite the spread, aside from the sandwiches, he also had fruits and cheeses and crackers and your favorite chocolates.

“This is exactly what I needed.” You told him. “Thank you.”

Michael raised an eyebrow at you, “You think this is it?”

“Oh? Do tell.”

He only smirked.

You discovered when you got home that Michael had hired a babysitter for that night. He said he wanted to take you out to dinner, and an excitement thrummed through you. You and Michael had barely had any alone time since Adam came into your lives, and while you enjoyed all the time you got with your son, you knew a night out with your husband would be good for you.

The restaurant he had picked? It was where you had had your first date.

A quaint little Italian place, and you nearly cried when you pulled up to it. It was not fancy or lavish, but it meant the world to you.

“Thank you for today.” You said, sipping your drink, trying not to cry in the middle of the restaurant.

He grabbed your hand on the table and ran a thumb over your knuckles. “You deserve it, sweetheart. You’re the best mom Adam could ever ask for, and I always want you to know how much I appreciate you.”

Your face heated, suddenly feeling sheepish.

Conversation flowed easily, and it was nice to be able to feel normal again — not just a mom, or a doctor, just you. It made your chest feel lighter. The topic eventually leaned back to Adam, and the fact that you missed him.

“We can take dessert to go.”

You smiled in relief, “Yes, please.”

On the ride home, you intertwined your fingers with Michael’s.

“So…any thoughts on another one?” You ventured quietly, a teasing smile on your lips.

Michael choked on an intake of air, “What?”

You laughed, “Eventually. Maybe. I don’t know. Just popped into my head.”

“Give a guy a little warning next time.” He chuckled.

“Consider yourself warned.”

He squeezed your hand, “Do you want another?”

You shrugged even though he was looking ahead at the road. “I don’t know. Adam’s still so little, but he’s also already so big, you know? I already miss how little he was. I wouldn’t be opposed in a year or so, but I wouldn’t be upset if we just stuck with one.”

“So…possibly another?”

“What do you think?” You asked instead of answering.

There was a long pause, and then a sigh, “I’m not getting any younger, I’d like to watch Adam grow up, go off to college. If we decided to, I wouldn’t want to wait too long.”

“So possibly another?”

You could hear the smile in his voice, “Possibly another.”

—

Father’s Day came with another day off, Michael wanting his first to be spent at home as well. You knew these kinds of holidays might need to be sacrificed in the future, so you were grateful that at least your first of each would be spent at home.

Knowing Michael, you knew he wasn’t one to want much fanfare, so you planned most a day in. From breakfast and lunch, to a few nice things to grill for dinner. It was mostly about spending time together, and you were happy to supply it. The details of his present sat in a card on the dining table, a cabin rented in the Poconos to fish with enough room for Jack and Jake to tag along (both had already agreed).

The day turned into a well deserved relaxing day, though you could see how much Michael was enjoying spending some time off with his family.

After dinner, you handed Michael the card, Adam in your lap. You bounced your legs, making car noises with your mouth, making him giggle and clap. You heard Michael open the card and silently he read over it.

“Jack and Jake already took off, and I worked something out with your shifts, you’ll be all set.”

He blinked at you before he was out of his seat and kissing your face, making you giggle. Adam squealed in your lap, clapping more eagerly while he babbled at his dad.

“This is…thank you.”

“You haven’t taken any time to go back up there in a really long time.” You shrugged, knowing he used to try to get away more frequently earlier on in your relationship. Sometimes you tagged along, but you thought a boys weekend away was just what the doctor ordered (you, you were the one who ordered it). “Soon you’ll have to bring Adam with you.”

Michael grinned, looking down at his son. “You’ll love it, I can show you how to…”

You watched Michael excitedly explain fishing to your son, who watched him with big brown eyes, mesmerized.

You put Adam down to sleep sometime later, before joining your husband in the living room. You curled up next to him.

“Thank you for today…it was very needed.”

You kissed his cheek, “You’re an amazing father, you know that? I’m incredibly thankful for you.”

He pulled you closer and kissed your head. You turned in his grasp and kissed his lips, moving into his lap to kiss him deeper. Michael responded instantly, one hand going behind your head and the other going to your hip.

The first time you had been intimate after giving birth to Adam had been a process riddled with your insecurities. Michael kissed his way through each one and took his time, like he was relearning your body. It took an incredible amount of pressure off your shoulders, and you revealed in his touch.

Your hands moved from his chest to his hair, tongue licking along his bottom lip. His grip on you tightened, his tongue slipping into your mouth. Warmth pooled in your abdomen, and you moved your leg to straddle him.

His fingers ghosted over the skin of your hips, making you shiver. He moved a hand up your torso, grabbing at your flesh and you moaned into his mouth. You moved your hips down to find some sort of friction. A groan echoed low in Michael’s throat, and the sound set you on fire.

Michael had you up and on your back on the couch in a swift motion, settling between your hips. You pulled at the hem of your shirt until he helped you pull it over your head. He kissed down your neck and across your torso, moving lower until your head buzzed with pleasure.

You felt like your body was thrumming under his touch and you lost yourself in it. It wasn’t long before all of your clothes were scattered across the living room, Michael back between your hips.

He whispered his love for you against your skin, and proved it with each slow drag of his hips, until you were a moaning mess under him, a blinding heat overtaking your senses. He was everywhere, feeling so full of him, tears falling from the corners of your eyes, blissed out and overwhelmed with all the warmth swirling around in your chest.

Michael came with a few low grunts, groaning against your throat before pulling you into a rough, sloppy kiss.

You ran your hands over his shoulders, panting with him, foreheads touching. You leaned up to languidly kiss his lips again. He brushed a thumb across your cheek. He kissed along your cheek and nose, the hairs of his beard tickling your skin and making you giggle. You lightly pushed him away.

“Get off me, old man.”

An eyebrow rose, “Old man, huh? This old man can make you come again, if you—”

You laughed, “Get off.”

He moved his head in such a way that the softest touch of his beard ran along your neck and your face, making you squirm. The sensation was incredibly ticklish.

“Alright, alright, I yield. I yield!” You laughed again, turning your face away from him. “You’re not even that old anyways.”

He laughed and kissed your cheek, moving to sit back on his haunches. He looked down at you with a soft smile.

You raised a challenging eyebrow, “If you’re gonna keep looking at me like that, I might have to take you up on your offer.”

A sly grin spread across his lips, “Yeah? Thought I was an old—”

You reached up for him, “Just get back down here, Michael.”

He laughed, but complied.

—

A rare quiet morning was always a welcomed thing in your household, slow and lazy. With the hectic reality you both faced at work, you had begun to cherish these days. Adam on his playmat, you and Michael sitting on the couch eating breakfast and enjoying the company of each other.

When Michael came back into the kitchen from taking a shower, you had Adam sat in his highchair. You had a spread of paints and a canvas print sat on the dining table, a handful of newspapers protecting the wood from any mess.

Michael looked over it all with a face drenched in curiosity.

“Care to fill me in? What’s all this?” He looked over all the paints, raising an eyebrow at you. “This a new hobby, or something?”

You shrugged, “Not quite.”

He stayed silent and waited for you to elaborate, but you were messing with a few different colors, mixing them on a paper plate.

“Blue or red?” You asked.

“...blue?”

You handed him a paper plate with blue paint.

He stared down at it, “Do you want me to..?”

You looked at him and smiled, “Put your right hand in it.”

“Right, right. Of course. Logically, that was my next step.”

You chuckled, “I thought it could be a cute art piece for Adam’s room. Your hand, my hand and his in the middle.”

A softness warmed his face, and then he did as you asked. You pulled over the canvas print for him to put his now paint covered hand on. You handed him a damp paper towel when he was done. You dipped your hand into the red paint and copied your husband, so that your hands mirrored each other.

Adam seemed thrilled to be involved when you dipped his hand into the purple paint you mixed, placing his hand between both handprints you and Michael had left. You wiped his hand off and gave him a kiss on the head.

“It’s perfect.” Michael said in your ear.

You pulled him close, “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

You stared down at the little art piece of your handprints, your heart swelling at your little family you and Michael had carved out for yourselves. Even amidst the chaos, you had found your home.

“Always?”

“Forever.”

No matter what you two faced, you knew it was a promise you would both keep.

FIN.

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