#so i plan on getting a new one for. yknow. that.

[ptergwen]

saw the post for ideas 👀… yknow those vlogs peter would film in homecoming? what if the only exception in strange’s spell was to let him keep a copy of those films of you and him/memories of the team. he rewatches them when he needs to feel like someone is there with him eating dinner, on holidays, a rough night of patrol, etc :(

always belong to you ❤︎‬

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w/c: 2.0k

warnings: suggestive jokes, doctor strange being a bully, angst

a/n: ugh you know i love an angst/fluff combo, i lowkey got carried away if you can't tell by the word count lmao but i think y'all will like :) p.s. i have more things brewing so stay tuned!

"ok, so, we just got on the plane. we're taking off in... i don't know, soon."

the camera pans to you half asleep on peter's shoulder. you hide your face in your boyfriend's flannel, grinning nevertheless. "y/n's tired. it's early," peter tells the camera. "but i'm excited," you mumble. he beams and hugs you to his side. "me too. we all are."

you wrap your arms around peter's bicep and rest your chin on his shoulder. "so, where are you the most excited to go? london, right?" peter looks over at you, his hand rubbing up and down your side. "mhm. what about you, venice?" you ask him.

"definitely venice. i’ve been practicing my italian," peter says. you move closer to the camera so you can talk into it. "yeah, he actually learned some italian. and french, for when we go to paris." you smile sleepily. "city of love," peter adds. you peck his lips, and he smiles against yours.

you never actually made it to paris. god, that whole trip was a disaster. it's a miracle his camera even survived it, since most of his stuff literally got blown up. your plans kept getting changed, and peter barely got to spend any time with you or his friends because he got dragged into doing spider-man stuff, spider-man stuff that put everybody in danger.

but it's not spider-man's fault that he lost you — it's peter parker's.

"you've been practicing your british accent. that's something," peter jokes. "oh yeah, true. i also learned british slang. i wanna be cultured like you, innit?" you do an over-exaggerated accent, which peter chuckles at. "c'mon, i never even leave new york. except germany that one time, and..." he lowers his voice. "space."

"what are you doing?" mj pops up behind peter. her, ned, and betty are in the row behind yours. you got stuck next to flash, who's been snapping at one of the flight attendants for something. "just making video diaries of the trip," peter explains. "ooh, aren't those for may?" ned enthusiastically asks from the aisle seat. "hi, may! everybody say hi to peter's aunt!"

"hi, peter's aunt!" betty waves. "sup, aunt milf," flash chimes in. peter clenches his jaw. "hi, may. your nephew woke me up," mj deadpans. she manages a smile. "i don't know how i’m gonna get any sleep around the lovebirds."

"i'm gonna sleep, too. i'm still kinda tired," you tell mj through a yawn, squeezing peter's bicep. "you should try to sleep, darling. there's gonna be a pretty big time difference when we land." you lay your head on peter's shoulder again with a smile that he returns even bigger.

"okay, i will. don't wanna be jet lagged," peter agrees, turning the camera to himself. "well, that's it for now, may. love you! see you when we land!"

"bye, may!" you echo, peter resting his head against yours as the video ends.

you were both so happy back then. now, you don't even remember who peter is. all he has left of you is memories, ironically enough. it's all he has left of any of his loved ones. may is gone, his only family. his best friends have no memory of him, and neither does his team.

but if peter had just thought things through before he asked doctor strange to cast that spell, he wouldn't have needed to cast a second one, and the world wouldn't have forgotten peter parker.

peter wishes he could make you remember him on nights like these, when he's missing you extra. he'd kept to himself all day in his classes — he doesn't really engage with anyone unless he's in the suit. patrol was quiet tonight, though. so as peter lays on his creaky bed at the end of the day, all by himself in his cramped apartment, he's never felt more lonely.

he thought it might make him feel better to watch some of his old videos. his camera is one of the only things he'd kept from before, and it has videos with everyone on it. he watches them sometimes so he can hear your voice, see your face.

"peter! you look so cute in your little lab coat," you say behind the camera. "babe, you can't call me cute in here," peter groans. you zoom in on him setting up some test tubes. "yeah, you think you're so tough cause you're an avenger. spider-man can't be cute, he's too big and scary," you tease.

"maybe not scary, but he's big for sure." peter smirks at the camera. "i can confirm," you smirk at him. peter's eyes widen. "woah, y/n. i meant, like, my arms. you're so unprofessional today, i think i'm gonna need a new camerawoman," peter shakes his head playfully, pouring something into a beaker.

"you can't replace me. i'm irreplaceable," you insist. "yeah. i know you are," peter says, and means it. he can make out a smile in your voice. "anyways, since you're so tough, why don't you take off the coat? and the goggles? i guess you don't need them."

"i can't! if doctor strange comes back and sees, he'll say i’m-"

"-violating safety precautions and being stupidly, dangerously irresponsible."

doctor strange lands on the linoleum floor of the lab, his cloak trailing behind him. peter has his goggles on his head, so he quickly pulls them down. you prop the camera up against a stool subtly, all three of you coming into the frame.

"we're dealing with the quantum realm, parker, something neither you nor i completely understand. let's not take our chances." strange puts on his own pair of lab goggles, giving both you and peter a stern look. you make a face at the camera. "yes, sir. i mean, stephen. i mean... yeah, stephen," peter stutters.

you take his hand to calm his nerves. he laces your fingers together with a grateful smile.

"where's banner?" doctor strange asks. "still not here yet. scott and i started setting up, though," peter answers. "you're certainly no world renowned scientists, but fine. i trust you know enough to handle glassware," strange says sarcastically.

"and what have you been doing, practicing your magic tricks?" you ask doctor strange. "they're not tricks, it's a mystic art. but yes, actually. things work differently in the quantum realm than they do here," he replies, narrowing his eyes at you.

"thanks for clearing that up. wow, you know a lot about this stuff. i can see why they made you sorcerer supreme," you say smugly. doctor strange closes his eyes, visibly irritated. "no, they chose wong. you know that," he says in a monotone. peter bites the inside of his cheek to suppress a smile.

you'd naturally met the avengers over the years you and peter were dating. everybody loved you because peter loved you, and they loved him. doctor strange was another story. peter hardly felt like strange even tolerated him, let alone his girlfriend he was constantly getting humbled by.

you figured that if he did it to peter, someone should do it to him. peter always appreciated you having his back in those moments.

you and strange had your banter, though, and he did love peter in his own way. clearly, considering that he brainwashed the whole world for him on multiple occasions.

"is there a reason you're here exactly?" doctor strange questions you. "yeah, to watch you make pym particles." you shrug. he sighs. "make– it doesn't work that way." doctor strange turns to peter. "what is she doing here?" he crosses his arms over his chest, his cloak mirroring his stance.

"y/n's always here," peter innocently replies, swinging your connected hands back and forth.

"yeah, she's one of us!"

"who said that?" doctor strange demands, looking around the lab.

"it's me, i’m tiny. hold on." scott suddenly grows from the size of an ant to his normal, human size, appearing next to the three of you. doctor strange and his cloak jump backwards.

"have you been here this whole time?" strange's voice raises in anger. "um, yeah. pay attention much?" scott scoffs. "pete already told you, we're setting up. hey, y/n/n." you and scott fist bump. "pete," he claps peter's shoulder. peter nods at him. "hey, scott. keep up the good work."

"solidarity among the bug men, isn't that sweet?" doctor strange dryly remarks. scott points a finger at him. "listen, wizard. you should be nicer to me. i’m your ticket to this whole quantum thing."

the two of them start to argue, so you and peter sneak away. you grab peter's camera again and film him as he finishes setting up for their experiment.

"i can't believe we got all that on video," peter laughs out. "yeah, that was some avengers reality tv shit," you agree. peter tightens more test tubes in place. some have pym particles in them, others empty. you suddenly take peter's chin between your fingers, prompting him to stop what he's doing and look up.

"you know what i was trying to say before? i know you're tough, and strong, but i’ll never just see you as spider-man. you're peter."

his doe eyes lock with yours behind the camera.

"and you might be spider-man to the world, but you'll always be my peter."

peter stops the video. he rewinds it to the part where you call him your peter, and then rewinds it again. tears begin to well up in his eyes. at the time, it was just something sweet you said. you could never have known how much it would mean to him now.

peter curls up on his pillow. he's gripping the camera with both hands, holding on tightly like it's you, because it's the closest thing he has to you. tears drip down his face and land on the screen as the rest of the video plays.

"thanks, baby. i'm not that strong, though. i just try to act like it because i’m scared. this all gets pretty intimidating sometimes," peter admits. "i know, but you deserve to be here. they need you here, and i think you're strong for coming," you reassure him. you flip the camera so it's showing your face and the back of peter's head.

peter kisses your cheek, then your lips lovingly. he can't tell watching it back, but he assumes he tries for more because you giggle and turn your face away.

"okay, guys! we hashed everything out!" scott calls in the background. "something of that sort," doctor strange mutters. "and y/n, since you insist on being here..." the cloak of levitation flies over to you and forms a makeshift hand, holding out a lab coat and goggles. "we have a dress code."

peter snickers at you. you put down the camera and take the lab gear, glaring at doctor strange, who smiles wickedly. strange's cloak floats behind you and taps on the camera lens, alerting his attention to it. his smile drops.

"are you two idiots recording in my lab?" doctor strange asks you and peter. "bruce's lab," scott corrects him. "yeah, it's mr. bruce's. i mean, doctor bruce's. i mean, doctor banner's-" peter cuts himself off when doctor strange comes marching over. he narrowly avoids bumping into him.

strange's cloak swipes the camera off the lab desk. you reach for it, but the cloak floats higher.

"well, until mr. doctor bruce banner shows up, i’m in charge, and this is strictly confidential," doctor strange decides.

"but we're not gonna show anyone, it's just for memories!" peter defends. "bruce always lets us record," you add. strange grabs the camera. "coat and goggles on. now," he reprimands you, scowling at the camera as he shuts it off.

peter actually finds himself laughing when the video ends. he misses you and his team so much, but watching his old videos has been comforting. he's exhausted now, both physically and emotionally, so he gets under the covers and lets himself drift off to the sounds of your voice as the next video plays.

there's a piece of you in each one, and a piece of peter parker, too. the real peter parker — yours. he'll always belong to you, even if you don't know it.

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[mrssabinecallas]

edit: i wrote this at 3am so it might be dogshit and i might delete it LMFAO so im sorry if this shit is unintelligible !

2,379 days. that’s how long it’d been since you took your christmas vacation to new york city. you were 19 years old, enjoying the holiday with your family. it was that day you decided to venture into the massive barnes and nobles in the city.

you had always loved books. the fresh paper smell, the feeling of the pages, and the jumble of content you could receive while sitting down and opening a book. you had walked in hoping to find a new book to read on the flight home. you didn’t know that you’d walk out with much more than that.

upon scanning the large bookstore, you veered closer to one side, with the fiction and sci-fi novels. you scoured the isles, searching for a new world to get lost in. upon leaving an isle, you run into a boy on the end cap, looking at computer science textbooks in the clearance rack. your eyes caught, but you turned away, face admittedly warmer than before. ‘he’s a cute stranger,’ you thought, and he stayed in your mind the rest of your visit in the book store.

you were a mild soul, not really a risk taker, more on the introverted side. normally, you wouldn’t dare to put yourself into a situation that could result in rejection or embarrassment. yet, in this moment, you couldn’t help but approach the handsome stranger, a small smile on your face, and ask for his number. or instagram, or snapchat… or- yknow, nothing at all if he wasn’t interested. it was an awkward encounter, truly, there was stuttering, stumbling, and fidgeting, and you learned that the boy wasn’t very extroverted himself.

yet, despite the awkwardness of it all, the boy’s cheeks flushed pink, and he gave you his number. as he spoke, you took note of his thick accent, his tall stature, though he was slouched over, and his apparent shock that a girl had just come up to him in the bookstore.

you walked out of that barnes and nobles with your head high, and a sense of pride at getting this cute boys number. oh, and not to mention the three extra novels you purchased, waving at cute new york boy on the way out. he sheepishly waved back.

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2,332 days. that’s how long it’d been since jay asked you to be his girlfriend- “for realz,” as he put it. he was still that awkward teen boy that you met in the bookstore a few months ago, but you were much more accustomed now. you had texted him after getting back to your hotel. you learned his name was john, but most people called him schlatt. there was a brief conversation of how that nickname came about, and that was that.

you learned that he was a computer science major at a small college outside the city, but he was starting to grow on his youtube channel, and wanted to put more of his time towards that. you told him about your life, how you were a business major at a smaller university, you still lived in your parents house but you planned on moving out soon. you both were in similar situations to each other, minus the content creation part.

“schlatt” became your new friend, but nothing more for a while. you had texted back and fourth for months, but you both agreed that distance would play an issue in a potential relationship. you could both admit your attraction for each other, and you had great chemistry. so, you decided to put aside the mental block of long distance and start dating.

it was hard, living so far away from each other, but surprisingly it worked out okay. your dates mainly consisted of multiplayer video games and late night movie marathons over a discord call. a few months passed, and after enough convincing, schlatt had convinced his parents to let him fly to your hometown and see you. (with the condition that they came along too, not because of his safety, but because his mother was over the moon to meet her baby’s girlfriend).

so, after much planning, a hotel was booked, dates were set, and your boyfriend was finally coming to see you. his mom was a delight, she claimed to absolutely adore you, and his dad was kind, but more closed off and quiet. you sat the resemblance in the father son duo. in addition, schlatt also met your parents. your dad had tried to scare him off, jokingly, he swears, and your mom is praising up and down that this is the best one you’ve ever brought home. you laugh and roll your eyes at her antics, but secretly you can’t help but agree.

in the same year, you had flown up to new york to stay with schlatt and his family for thanksgiving. you met his older sister, and she seemed to approve. you were both freshly 20 years old, and schlatt had decided to drop out of college and pursue youtube full time. you supported him, but had to help him weigh his options. in the end, he seemed happier though.

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1,631 days. that’s how long it’d been since schlatt packed up and moved to texas. he promised that after you graduated college in a few months, he would have a big house ready for you in texas. what he didn’t promise, however, was the addition of an orange tabby cat named jambo that schlatt treasured with his life. when your phone rang with an unexpected facetime call, the last thing you expected to see on the other end was a bright orange kitten. yet, schlatt beamed ear to ear, and you suddenly couldn’t tell him no.

when it came time for you to move to texas with him, getting used to living with a cat was strange. jambo was a menace, to say the least. he would eat fridge magnets, constantly meow for attention, and cost you and schlatt several thousands of dollars in vet bills and top-of-the-line fixtures. “only the best for my son,” schlatt would declare, and yet again you couldn’t find it in you to tell him no.

texas was its own nightmare, constantly packing up and moving house to house, trying to keep a stable job. schlatt swore up and down that you didn’t need to work, that he could provide for you for the rest of your life and you could relax. as tempting as it sounds, you are a girl that relies on a work schedule. he wasn’t happy about that, he wanted to keep you at home with himself.

it was when schlatt finally sat you down and asked if you would be okay moving up to new york that you jumped for joy, you could finally get out of this texas hellhole. you’d never lived in new york before, and the few times you’d been, it was always to the city. you had found a nice house in the mountains, and that was that. you packed up shop, and flew up to new york to move in to your new home. it was nice, considerably colder, seeing as new york actually experienced all 4 seasons in a year and not just 2. (summer and football season, which is still just summer, this was all that texas had to offer)

you’d finally settled into your new life in new york, along the way you and schlatt picked up a second cat that schlatt adoringly calls “mister.” partially because he is to lazy to come up with a better name, and partially because it’s hilarious to him. mister, somehow, was more of a menace than jambo. he always had his fangs out, but in reality he always wants to play. they got along well, jambo and mister, but you can sense that schlatt is going to be asking for more cats in the future. more cats that you can’t say no to.

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309 days. that’s how long it’d been since schlatt took you on a romantic date to your favorite sushi place, then drove out to your favorite view of the mountains. he tried to say some big sappy speech, but we all know he’s not much of a sap. so, after stumbling through a bunch of reasons why he loves you, and then an apology for how shitty his speech is going, he knelt down on one knee and asked for you hand in marriage. the cool fall air bit at your nose as tears started flowing, and you threw yourself into his arms with an ecstatic yes.

the wedding planning life, let’s just say, wasn’t for you. but you tried! after countless sleepless nights trying to find venues, hire vendors, find the right colors, the right florals, the right damn placemats, you were about to lose your mind. schlatt was your rock through it all, though, and somehow always ended up saying “just get whichever one is more expensive,” with that stupid little smirk on his face. it wasn’t always helpful, yet it was always nice that at the end of the day, those were the times he would hold you the closest. when he knows your struggling to figure something out, he’ll call your best friend or your mom to have them make the decision. he might not have the best taste, but he sure as hell is resourceful when you need him to be.

after months and months of planning, booking, payments, appointments, and many more things you grew to hate over time, you finally had it all set. you had your colors, your florals, your chairs and place settings and guest list. you had the dress, you had the wedding party, and by the grace of god, you convinced schlatt to trim up his chops for the big day. “i’m not shaving em off, toots.” he would say. again and again you would explain that you didn’t want them gone, you just wanted them to be a little neater for pictures. he finally rolled his eyes and just started agreeing with you.

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16 hours. that’s how long it’d been since your “bachelorette party,” though it can’t officially be considered a bachelorette by definition terms. you and schlatt just wanted to be with your families and friends, you didn’t want to spend the night completely apart. because of course, you were each others best friend. so, you had a nice dinner with family, had a little too much to drink, and played a few fun games to keep the energy high. then, after a long night, you tucked in to your hotel room alone, saddened by the silence that followed the lack of your husband. he was only down the hall, but you had both promised to wait until tomorrow to see each other.

the buzzing of your phone caught your attention as you tried to sleep. a phone call from your soon to be husband rang out from the nightstand, and you picked it up. it turns out, he wanted to talk to you because he couldn’t sleep. “it’s not like i’m lookin at you, so technically i’m not breaking any rules,” he explained sleepily. you just smiled at your phone and drifted off into sleep.

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1 hour. that’s how long until you walk the down isle. your mom is running around, making sure everything is going according to plan. your best friend and schlatts older sister are in the bridal suite, touching up your makeup and making sure you’re perfectly set. you, on the other hand, are trying not to sweat off your makeup from nerves. or cry. or both! you can’t really tell, all you know is that you’re nervous.

schlatt, on the other hand, is pacing the room he’s in, biting his nails and fixing his hair anxiously. not because he’s nervous, but because he’s been away from you for so long, and he can’t wait to call you his wife. officially. (legally, at least) his dad asks if he’s doing ok, how he’s feeling, and all schlatt can muster is a, “catch me if i pass out when i see her, ‘kay?” his dad laughed at that, and patted his shoulder.

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0 minutes. now was the time. the guests rose, all eyes turned to you, adorned in a flowing white gown, a bundle of flowers in your hand, only looking at your husband. his eyes brimmed with tears, and he actually thought he might pass out. he had never been shy to tell you of your beauty, but as you met him at the altar, he still had to whisper you a small reminder. “you look absolutely amazing, toots,” he said with the utmost sincerity, the look of love in his eyes was visible to anyone in the room.

the ceremony was beautiful. light painted the walls different colors through the grand stained glass windows. your matching flowers lined the rows of seats that housed your family and friends, who looked on in happiness. it was bliss. the vows exchanged made not only you and schlatt cry, but also your parents, and many friends. the reception was pure chaos, the open bar being schlatts idea, and you both took advantage of the heavy price tag.

the night was beautiful, and you would cherish it eternally as you laid next to your husband in your home. the sheer amount of love that two people could have in 6 years is astonishing, yet you wouldn’t want it to be any less.

because you were irrevocably and completely in love with the nerdy 19 year old boy from the barnes and nobles. you were head over heels for the 21 year old that begged you for a cat. you would hang the stars for the 24 year old that said he would take care of you for the rest of your life. and you couldn’t imagine it any other way, than right now with your husband by your side.

[cipheral]

Everyone envies my headphone jack swag

My laptop even still has a dvd driver. She's 14 and still works really well for writing and art.

[aroaceleovaldez]

full on feel like pjo tv s2 is not gonna hold up so they need to drag as much attention to the series as they can by using nico as a sock puppet w tsats2

im fully expecting the show to go the way of the movies. it doesnt help Sea of Monsters is almost unanimously the least favorite book of the first series. People frequently forget it even exists or what happens in it, especially more casual fans.

Heck, just look at how little fanfare the second season has gotten so far as compared to the build up to s1. I wouldn't be surprised if s2 totally flops. It would be a little funny.

[b4kuch1n]

tdov was like a week ago already but I just wanna say when I came over to vacation slash help my sworn brother move flat he told me, "ever since you said you wanted to get top surgery I've been thinking about it. it's straight up number two on my bucket list"

[catboy-jupiter]

my spiderkon au has spiraled out of control i might not even start matching characters anymore what is this shit i do not know enough marvel to deal with all this..... i do not know enough dc to deal with this......... i'm just going with the vibes atp

[nebulaedaniel]

so dead fucking tired i dont even have the energy to come up with ideas for whatever is happening with dan and phil in like. 10 minutes hopefully 😩

[peacheenie]

oh yeahg i should prolly mention i got Pokemon Scarlet. as an early bday pressie from my parents :333 (my bday is the 7th of september)

i have slooowly been working my way thru catching every pokemon i see because despite wanting to see Larry BADLY. i am not going to speedrun to him sgkhgksh. i lov u larry but i know hes literally not bothered to see his fans soooo im taking my time but am on my 3rd badge rnnnn because my team WONT stop levelling up its insane. im struggling to get badges fast enough to keep their obedience in check sgkshgksh

i did katy first, then brassius, then i did arvens big crab fight and beat mela and then finished today beating up iono in the rain. she was such a sopping wet beast on stream it was rly funny.

heres the babies so far.... i plan to change lycanroc out for greavard thooo when i can get wan :3 sorry the pic is bad its the only one i have on hand of them this second skgkhgs

funny ouppy team!!! but also wugtrio and dunsparce are there hehe :o]

edit: oh yeah!! butters had an uncommon mark also!!! ^_^ so cute...

[astranauticus]

im back on my 'never shutting up about animatics i cant make' bullshit but like, orv and changgwi by ahn ye eun anyone

[arolesbianism]

Oh and to be clear with my beastieball team building I have gone into the game basically completely blind so I am just working off of what I've seen within the game for hypothetical team building

[tittysuckersworld]

just askin, hypothetically, what if i did make an alternate au + animatic of mizu 6 being angst and ena 5 not happening the same way.....

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

could a could a could a quick fuck be a sedative it's relative

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

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[slttygeto]

HUSBAND SUGURU! + PREGNANCY ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

tags: fem! reader, husband suguru!, nsfw, suguru is very hesitant about being a dad, but isnt forced into this :), reader is very motherly, dirty talk and talk about getting off the pill and being bred.

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Husband Suguru! whom before you even got married, sat you down and mentioned to you how starting a family wasn’t something he was looking forward to. you know of his past, of the trauma he’s been through. he fully expects you to break up with him when he tells you that, knows how much you want to have a baby of your own, but you don’t. instead, you cradle him in your arms and tell him that you love him and appreciate what you have right now, not what you don’t even see in the picture.

Husband Suguru! who swears he hasn’t changed his mind about babies, about starting a family in general even three years into the marriage. but when he sees you with your friend’s baby, the glow on your face, the motherly instinct—how you gently place your hand on the baby’s head, rock her back and forth and coo at her softly while her mother gets her food ready, his heart feels as though it is about to explode.

“There there baby girl,” your voice is barely above a whisper, and when the baby cries, your lip juts out and you pull the infant towards your chest in an attempt at soothing her. your eyes find his where he is sitting on the couch, and the lighthearted chuckle you give him pulls a nervous one out of his body. you are now convinced that your husband would never ever change his mind based on the horror painting his features as he turns to your friend’s husband to strike a conversation. but in reality, the topic of their conversation is all too surprising.

“Has it been difficult? You know, managing a career and taking care of the baby,”

“Oh yeah very,” the other man admits but Suguru doesn’t detect a single hint of regret in his voice. “but yknow, look at that,” he point his glass of water in the direction of his wife and you holding the baby. “seeing my wife with our baby, our creation—seeing her act all motherly like that? Totally worth it.”

Husband Suguru! who starts to consider the idea of getting you pregnant. he hopes for the rational part of his brain to win over, rather than the horny, disgustingly perverted one. but when you walk out of the shower in a crop top, his mind drifts elsewhere—and suddenly, the image of your belly swollen with his kids floods his mind and he has to put a pillow on his crotch to hide the very evident bulge in his pants.

Husband Suguru! who once he calms down and takes care of his raging boner, texts Satoru in a hurry, asking if they could meet up tomorrow morning. your husband tells you of his plans and you hum sleepily, telling him how catching up with his best friend seems like a good idea. Suguru drops the bomb on his best friend the moment they sit down and the ivory haired’s jaw almost meets the floor.

“You mean you wanna be a dad?”

“I’m not…too sure,” Suguru looks conflicted, he is holding his head in his hands. he knows very well that this is a topic that should be discussed with you, since you were the other person of interest in the situation. but he would hate to give you false hope, he’s seen the way your eyes light up at the mention of a baby, at one of your friends or colleagues being pregnant, how there’s a disappointed look on your face that you try so hard to conceal when Suguru gives you a face in response of a pregnancy announcement. but you are so patient, so accepting, you’ve never once forced him into anything. and truth be told, he wanted to see what kind of mother you would be to your baby—and then toddler, and then teenager and adult—you’d have a life together with a new person who would adapt either your personality or his, with a face of the love of his life. your baby could have your eyes and nose, he’s always pointed them out—even before you started dating.

“Dude, do you or do you not want to have a baby?”

“I don’t know man, it’s hard to think of.”

“Because you are thinking too hard about it,” Satoru says nonchalantly and it irks Suguru a little.

“I am not thinking too hard about it—this is a new responsibility, what if I am not fit to be a dad? I could be a failure for all we know—what if I pussy out of it and—“

“I would kill you.” Satoru warns the man and Suguru doesn’t try to hide how he stiffens up. “I am not joking, I would find you and bring you back to her as a sack of bones,”

“I wouldn’t betray her like that…”

“You’re too focused on the aspect of being a bad dad rather than a good one—yknow, you really think that she’d marry someone she doesn’t see fit as the future father of her children?” Satoru has a point. you did mention to him once (when Suguru was nowhere to be seen at a party you all attended) how falling in love with him was the best thing that’s ever happened to you, but the one thing that would top it is if he became a father to your children. Satoru, knowing his best friend’s stance on the topic, reminded you of how terrified the man was of the idea and all you did was give him a reassuring, understanding wave of your hands.

“I know, but I just know he’d love them hard and make them feel as safe as he makes me feel.”

Husband Suguru! who doesn’t really try to bring up the topic of ‘trying for a baby’. he cringes at the thought, feels as though it makes the process less romantic and intimate and more of a robotic task. as he is stripping you of your clothes, he is silent and lets his eyes wander over your figure. you are extremely shy tonight, unable to meet his eyes as his rough, calloused hands brush over the skin of your boobs before bending down to be at eye level with them. he brings the flesh inside his mouth and sucks—and blood rushes down to his groin at the thought of them being filled with milk, heavy and swollen, more sensitive than usual. his teeth graze the skin at an attempt to catch your attention and your thighs squeeze as you meet his eyes.

“Sugu…” your smaller hands rest on his face as he pulls away from your boobs to plant a heated kiss to your lips, effectively pushing you back on the bed. your back gently hits the mattress, and your chest is heaving in anticipation, unsure of what his next move would be.

“Baby,” he finally speaks up, nose brushing against your stomach as he brings his lips to the skin. “how about you drop the pill tomorrow?” he knows how much of a horrible job he is doing at this, but he feels you move, supporting yourself on your elbows.

“w-why would I do that?” your eyebrows are furrowed in confusion, and Suguru wishes to brush his thumb over the tense skin of your forehead.

Suguru is shameless as he kisses further south, planting his kiss above the tuft of your pubic hair before pushing your panties to the side. He parts the lips and gives your clit a kiss before moving to your inner thighs.

“why not? It’s doing horrible things to your body—“ he brushes his nose over your clit as he speaks. “beside, we need you off the pill if we want a baby, don’t you think?” when you don’t react to his words, Suguru looks up only to find you staring down at him with parted lips and eyes glossed over with tears.

“…are you sure?” you ask softly, and your husband swears he could never say no to you if you asked like that all the time.

“very,”

Husband Suguru! who fucks you with a new purpose. each drive of his hips fueling the other to go harder, deeper, to keep pushing his cum inside you and plant his seed deep within. your cunt does a great job at showing Suguru how ecstatic and excited you are with his sudden change of heart. you keep squeezing around him, barely able to keep your sounds in—he fucks you so deeply that the sound of skin to skin is louder than your moans and his groans. when he puts you on all fours, the cum starts to drip out of you but he pushes it back in with two thick fingers, lips pressed to your ass cheek.

“want more?”

“mmm! please,” you whine when he aligns his tips with your folds and fixes your arch with a hand on the small of your back. the gasp that escapes your lips when he fucks into you hard makes Suguru chuckle and he rubs your sides, soothing you.

“no need to beg for it,” he leans down and presses a kiss to your nape. “I’d gladly fill you up.”

Husband Suguru! who stiffens up when you show him the positive pregnancy test. up until this point, he is in control of his emotions—he lets you cry in his arms about how scary all of this was, despite you saying you’ve always wanted a baby. he is supportive, understanding of the heightened emotions that you are experiencing—when he sees your tears turn into happy ones, only half of him is able to relax. clearly, he is nervous but he doesn’t wanna show it. not right now.

The first ultrasound during your pregnancy was nerve racking—your hand squeezed your husband’s as you stared at the screen showing what appeared to be your unborn baby. Very tiny, but still there.

“Okay mom and dad,” the doctor presses the ultrasound transducer a bit lower on your stomach, a small smile on his face. “I got some news for you.”

“Good?” your anxious voice has Suguru rubbing his thumb on the back on your hand.

“It depends, how long have you been trying for this baby?” You couldn’t exactly disclose of your very active sex life, but you do give the doctor hints that it was definitely wanted.

“Well, look over here—“ he points to the screen with his gloved finger, ushering Suguru to come closer. “Look over here dad, what do you see?”

Suguru swallows hard as he stares at the screen in confusion, unsure of what to say. “..a baby?”

“Babies. Congratulations, you’re pregnant with twins.”

Your husband whips his head towards you fast, and you cover your mouth in shock. This wasn’t planned—twins? And for a first time? You didn’t know if the tears streaming down your face were of excitement or fear that maybe you weren’t ready for this.

But Suguru still comforts you, holds you in his arms—tells you that maybe finding out the gender won’t make all of this sound scary anymore. He knew you never really had a preference for gender—you were a natural mom.

However, finding out the gender was an emotional experience for the same man who never thought he would become a father.

Husband Suguru! who tells Satoru to buy the gender reveal cake for you two. he doesn’t want to throw a party, and neither do you. finding out within the privacy of your own home seemed like the best option—you didn’t want to reveal that you were pregnant to any family members—at least not yet.

“Are you ready?” You hold your own glass as you wait for your husband to stand next to you. Your bump wasn’t that evident yet, but signs of pregnancy were starting to show on your body and it brought this warm feeling to Suguru’s body.

“Yeah, hold my hand.” You chuckle slightly at his request but comply either way. Each of you holds their own glass above the cake before looking away as you push it down—you hold your breath, Suguru rests his forehead on your shoulder as he mumbles something about not being able to look at the cake. But you muster up the courage and lift your glass, eyes wide and lips parted in shock.

“Sugu—“ you don’t need to tell him to look, he was already staring at the glass with teary eyes. The pink frosting wasn’t something he was expecting to see—he knew he was going to be happy with either but two little girls? His own baby girls—the thought of being a girl dad brings tears to his eyes and you’re quickly pulling him towards you.

“Oh baby,” you hold back your own tears as you comfort your emotional husband, his arms wrapped around your middle. You hear little sniffles and a hand rubs your back before feeling a pair of lips pressed to your forehead.

“Gonna be the prettiest mom to the prettiest girls. Ever.”   

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I absolutely love your Alastor smut! Is there anyway you can make one where your Vox’s ex and Alastor decided to somehow show off to Vox how much reader loves his c*ck more?? A special broadcast maybe?? Please keep up the great work!

a/n: i love vox but if there's one thing i love more, its making him feel inferior to alastor 😍 this is soo good. REQUESTS OPEN! 🩷

tags: 18+ smut nsfw!

vox thought alastor couldn't get any worse, there was nothing that shit-for-brains demon could do to enrage him more. that was until valentino told him that alastor had a new pretty little thing hanging on his arm. "he WHAT?!" vox's voice cracks from the sheer force he puts behind those words. valentino snickers, watching vox run to his security room.

and there you were, locked arms with that fucking deer demon, walking down the street. you looked absolutely enthralled with that fucker! "you've gotta be fucking kidding me..." he growls, static filling his vision. as if alastor can sense that they're being watched, he winks at the camera and pulls you down a more secluded path. vox puts his fist straight through the screen before pacing around the room. it couldn't have been more than a few minutes before his ears pick up that voice, that shitty radio voice.

"good evening viewers!" alastor begins, making vox's head spin around. the tvs were blank, just audio playing through them. he's about to smash the rest of them when something catches his attention. he swears he hears a familiar noise, your noises specifically. then he hears you panting, and blood rushes to his groin first and then his face. "thank you for tuning into a very special late night broadcast." alastor's voice sounds... breathier.

"what the fuck is-" vox mutters to himself before his eyes go wide. "o-oh god." you moan, sounding far too sexy. and enjoying yourself far too much. "yes alastor, fuck. that's so good." your whines play out, filling the room and vox is just about to lose it. "is alastor fucking your ex?" valentino leans against the doorframe, a smug look on his face. "you’re so tight, my dear. your cunt was made for my cock just as i was made for radio." he laughs to himself, his hands finding your hips as he fucks you over his desk.

this little plan of his was working just as intended. he asked, of course, if you'd be interested in ruffling your exes feathers a little bit and you agreed. this special broadcast was only being shown directly to vox through his security. not a single other soul would be able to hear you but vox. it sent a certain chill up your spine, knowing that he was definitely listening. every thrust of alastor's cock presses you harder into the desk, bruises sure to form later in the evening.

"that's kinda hot, yknow-" "SHUT UP VAL." vox feels as though he's about to implode, anger coursing through him in a way he's sure he's never felt. "i am going to finish him. both of them. they won't live this down."

valentino covers his mouth to stop from laughing. "it sounds like they're about to finish each other." and he was right. your breathy little moans are a dead giveaway. "please, please your cock feels so good. g-gonna cum." vox paces the room, plotting your downfall but his cock is hard as a fucking rock in his pants.

"such a good girl, you are. you sing so pretty my dear." alastor grunts, pressing the head of his cock up against your cervix before he feels you clamp down around him. with every pulse of youe orgasm, alastor follows. "cum alastor, p-please fill my pussy." you gasp, riding out wave after wave of deep pleasure. vox should turn this off, he should walk away but he can't make his feet move.

and after alastor finishes deep inside of you, filling you to the point of it leaking down his cock, he lets out an almost sinister chuckle. "thank you my loyal viewers for tuning in for this one of a kind show! we hope you thoroughly enjoyed."

the room is silent after the broadcast ends. that is, until velvette clears her throat. "was that alastor fucking your bitch?" she raises a brow, a slow smirk spreading over her lips when she sees vox's face.

"no one talk to me. i have business to attend to." and with that, vox disappears, leaving valentino and velvette to themselves.

"bold move, i gotta hand it to him."