#you warmed my heart 💙

[moonchild-in-blue]

And I know the angels tonight are as lost for words

As I am to merely behold you as we lie down together

Drag me under again

Deep in to your love

[glitchyko]

Everytime I see your art I get a dopamine rush

bro

I woke up and saw this

And

Oh my god????????????? This made me so happy to see

I can’t even right now I’m getting actually really happy and touched reading this???????

AND ALSO SAME???????? I GET SO HYPED WHEN I SEE YOUR ART I LOVE IT SO MUCH

AAUSBIUSJHHEJBHSBJ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THANK YOUUUUUUUUU ;O;

[butterfirefly]

[rejectofsociety]

hiiii <33 !! hope you're doing well today !! don't forget to hydrate yourself !! sending hugs 🫶

hey! I’m doing alright so far, mostly just tired lol. And thank you for the reminder! I just remembered that I haven’t had a drink in two(?) days, but I feel a lot better now 😅 crazy how that works

sending hugs right back 🫂💙 and hope you’re doing alright

[witchywithwhiskey]

a birthday ended with a bang

pairing: best friend!steve rogers x female reader

summary: your best friend picks you up for some ice cream on his birthday on the fourth of july and things escalate.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, sexual tension, kissing, dry humping/dry sex, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (sunshine, baby), aftercare, very quick friends to lovers

word count: 4.1k

a/n: ooof i have been suffering from the worst writer's block and i seriously didn't think i was gonna be able to post anything for steve's birthday, which would've made me so sad. i finally got through the worst of it i think, as of yesterday, but so this was written in a rush and i'm sorry if it's not very good but i tried!!!! anyway i hope everyone has a happy steve's birthday ❤️🤍💙

I’m picking you up in 10.

It was just after sunset on the Fourth of July, the sky still fading from a glowing indigo into the deep midnight blue of night, when the text from your best friend Steve Rogers came through. 

His text came as a surprise. Steve had been scheduled to work all day and he’d said he just wanted to go home and sleep after, so you hadn’t thought you’d see him. Instead, you had plans to celebrate his birthday on the weekend, but you’d have been a liar if you’d said you weren’t disappointed you wouldn’t get to see him on his actual birthday.

So you were excited by his text—but less so by the implication he would be taking you somewhere.

After all, you’d already gotten comfy and cozy in your bed, wearing a skimpy tank top and shorts you’d sleep in, and you didn’t want to get dressed again. Thankfully, you knew Steve wouldn’t care what you wore, but you were a nice friend, so as you dragged yourself out of your comfortable bed, you sent him a warning. 

i’m already in my pjs

By the time he replied, five minutes had already gone by. You’d managed to collect your keys and wallet from your bag, shoving them in a little wristlet that you looped around your arm as you stuffed your feet into some sandals. You read his text as you pushed through the door to your little cottage, prepared to wait the other five minutes for him in the cool July evening. 

Idc what you’re wearing. It’s my birthday and we’re getting ice cream.

You snorted a laugh, hearing your best friend’s bossy tone in your head, shaking your head to yourself at how much you loved it while you locked your door. Shoving your phone in your wristlet, you sat down on the top step of your porch and watched the neighborhood kids run through the yards along the street waving sparklers through the air.

Steve’s truck rolled to a stop in front of your small yard exactly 10 minutes after he’d texted you. An easy smile pulled up the corners of your mouth and you bounded down your wooden stairs, hurling yourself into the cab of your best friend’s truck.

“Happy birthday!” you cried as soon as you were inside. You tossed your wristlet on the dash and slid across the bench seat to throw your arms around Steve’s neck, hugging him tight while you pressed a smacking kiss to his cheek. 

His low laugh was like warm honey trickling down your spine, his breath skimming past your cheek and making goosebumps raise all up and down your arms. Your heart thumped in your chest and you buried your face in your best friend’s shoulder, ignoring the way your body was reacting—like it always did when you got too close to Steve. 

Seemingly unaware of your plight, Steve’s hand settled on your forearm, squeezing softly before his warm palm slid up to your shoulder, his other arm digging into the seat and wrapping around your waist to haul you closer. You let out a little squeak of surprise, burying your face further in his shoulder to hide the fact that you were enjoying the way he held you far too much. 

“Thank you, sunshine,” Steve rumbled, resting his head on the crown of yours as he hugged you back. For a long, long moment, the two of you sat entwined together in Steve’s truck, just enjoying the feeling of being close, though you suspected it meant much more to you than it did to your best friend.

Finally, when you realized the hug might be getting weird, and bordering on something more-than-friendly, you extricated yourself from Steve, smiling up at him as you broke the quiet. “Let’s go get some ice cream,” you said, your voice a little lower and raspier than normal as you stared into his achingly familiar blue eyes. 

A grin spread slowly across Steve’s face, and you felt your heart beat unsteadily in your chest at the devastating handsomeness of the expression. But thankfully Steve looked away and your lungs spasmed, begging you to breathe, so you sucked in some air while your best friend grabbed a ball of fabric from the backseat of his truck.

“Here, I’ve got the windows down,” he said, pushing the garment into your hands. 

Only when you shook it out did you see it was one of Steve’s hoodies, the navy blue sweatshirt massive to fit over your best friend’s broad shoulders. On the front, to one side and below the collar, Steve’s name was stitched into the cotton. Your heart gave another flip at the thought of wearing Steve’s name stitched over your chest. 

“I don’t want you getting cold,” your best friend murmured, his voice lower and rougher. When you looked back at him, Steve wore an expression you couldn’t quite interpret, his gaze almost possessive. It made something low in your belly squirm.

Swallowing thickly, you turned your attention to tugging the hoodie over your head, inhaling the familiar scent of Steve’s cologne. For the brief moment when your face was hidden, you closed your eyes in pleasure, feeling your body heat—from more than just the warmth of the sweatshirt. Then you pulled the fabric down over your head and stuffed your arms into the sleeves.

The hoodie was big on you, but you loved the feel of it, and you smiled up at Steve to show your appreciation. Your best friend was wearing a pleased smirk, his eyes a little hooded as they raked over the sight of you in his sweatshirt. 

“Looks good on you, sunshine,” he rumbled, something new in his tone that you’d never heard before. 

“Thanks, Stevie,” you whispered shyly, wrapping your arms around yourself. You felt a little awkward under the weight of his gaze, his eyes feeling like they were burning you up from the inside out, so you gave your best friend a goofy grin and said, “Now’m all nice and toasty.” 

Steve snorted a laugh, which broke the tension between the two of you, the mood in the truck lightening instantly. Shaking his head and wiping a hand over his face, Steve turned back to the steering wheel, and shifted his truck into drive.

You started to move into the passenger seat, intent on buckling up, but Steve’s big hand shot out and he grabbed your thigh, just below where the hem of your pajama shorts ended. His palm was warm, his fingers slightly rough with callouses, and you were immediately, acutely aware of the fact that Steve had never, ever touched you there before.

Heat crashed through your core as you sucked in a gasp of surprise. Instinctively, your fingers closed around your best friend’s wrist, holding him where he was, making sure he kept touching you. You stared down at his hand, your mind spinning a little at the sight of him clutching your thigh.

Steve’s fingers dug lightly into your thigh, almost reflexively, like he couldn’t help himself from seeing just how soft you were beneath his hand. Before you could do more than squeak out a quiet sound of delight, though, Steve pulled away and cleared his throat. The fingers of the hand that had been touching you curled and flexed like he already missed your softness.

“Want you close,” Steve muttered, his tone almost apologetic, like was asking for forgiveness for grabbing you so suddenly. His eyes dropped to somewhere near your feet and you watched as his adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “Please, sunshine.” His plea was rough and so quiet you had a hard time hearing it over the sound of the fireworks your neighbors were setting off at random intervals.

“‘Course, Steve,” you said, your own voice soft and breathy, almost sounding sultry to your ears. You swallowed to wash away some of the throatiness, and tried to put on a light, friendly tone to steer you and Steve back to something normal—not whatever alternate universe you’d entered when you’d gotten in his truck. “You want birthday cuddles, you’ll get birthday cuddles.”

Steve let out a small snort and, as you watched, a tension you hadn’t realized had been there drained from his shoulders. Your best friend’s eyes raised back to yours, a flicker of something restless and reckless coursing through you while a small smirk tugged at the corners of his soft lips. 

“Yeah, sunshine, gimme some birthday cuddles.” 

When you’d said the words, they had sounded friendly, innocent even. But there was something in Steve’s voice that sent a shiver racing down your spine, heat simmering between your thighs. You told yourself he hadn’t intended his words to have such a reaction and pushed your body’s desirous response to the back of your mind as you shifted into the middle seat.

Carefully, you tucked yourself into Steve’s side, wrapping your arms around his bicep and clinging to him like he was your favorite stuffed animal. The bare skin of your leg brushed against the rough denim of his jeans and you trembled slightly, the sensation feeling far more erotic than it should. Steve’s hand landed on your leg just above your knee.

It was, ostensibly, a much more friendlier grip on you, but you felt arousal flare, hot and quick, in your core. Again, you ignored it and tipped your face up, planting your chin on the edge of Steve’s broad shoulder as you smiled up at him. Steve ducked down, kissing your nose and making you giggle, seemingly back to his normal self—your slightly silly best friend.

“Alright, let’s get some ice cream,” Steve rumbled, repeating your words while he gave your knee a squeeze, using his other hand to turn his truck around on your street and head in the direction of town.

There was a slight chill in the air as it swirled through the open windows of the truck cab, the heat of the July day having burned off and leaving only the coolness of night. Thanks to Steve’s hoodie, and the way your body was pressed into his warmth, you didn’t feel anything but comfortable, the breeze tickling your cheeks and making you smile. 

For a little while, you rode in silence with your best friend, but your mind kept straying to the feeling of Steve’s hand on your leg, to the memory of him gripping your thigh. You couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have his big hands roaming all over your body, groping your thighs and hips…and other things. 

To distract yourself, you raised your voice above the wind and asked, “How was work?”

“It was fine,” Steve answered, his deep rumble sending a tremor of delight through your body. 

His eyes were on the road since he was navigating his truck through the town where you both lived, making turns to get to the small ice cream shop that would be open late for the holiday business. Still, Steve managed to shoot you a smile that made your insides flutter as he went on. 

“I would’ve much rather gone to the fair with you, though.”

A melty, gooey heat swirled in your belly and you squeezed his arm in yours, hiding a big, beaming grin in your best friend’s shoulder at his comment. When you managed to get control of yourself so you didn’t look like a lovesick fool, you raised your face again.

“We’re going on Saturday,” you reminded him, still smiling a little goofily. “Are you going to win me a new stuffie?” 

“Sunshine,” Steve started, using one hand to turn his truck into the small parking lot of the ice cream shop. “I’m going to win you all the stuffies.” His voice was warm and affectionate and you couldn’t help the way your heart beat unsteadily at his promise. Your best friend was none the wiser, though, as he parked his truck and turned to you. “C’mon.”

Steve helped you climb down from his truck, lacing his fingers through yours as you walked into the shop. It was busy, families and groups of friends getting some last-minute ice cream before heading over to the fireworks just outside of town. Steve and you fell into an easy conversation, your best friend asking you about your day to pass time while you waited in line. 

Once it was your turn to order, you asked for your favorite in a cone, then Steve got a couple scoops of dark chocolate in a sugar cone. You fought with Steve over who was going to pay. He insisted he should pay because he’d dragged you out of bed, and you argued it was his birthday and there was no way you were going to let him pay. 

Unfortunately, Steve’s arms were longer than yours and he was able to shove his card across the counter farther than you could. Grumbling about your stubborn best friend, you dropped a couple dollars into the tip jar and grabbed your ice cream. Steve followed you out, laughing at your poutiness and led you back to his truck, opening the driver side door for you and holding your cone while you got in.

Without being asked, you sat in the middle seat again, and held Steve’s ice cream while he drove, pushing it in his face whenever it started dripping. Both of you were laughing at the ridiculousness of him licking up the dripping ice cream while trying to drive by the time Steve pulled onto a dirt road that led up a hill beyond the edge of town.

After a few minutes, the trees parted into a clearing at the top of the hill and Steve rolled his truck to a stop, putting it in park overlooking the field where the town’s Fourth of July fireworks display would be. Wordlessly, you handed him his ice cream and the two of you sat in comfortable silence waiting for the show to begin while you enjoyed your sweet treat together. 

Steve finished his cone first, and you could feel his gaze on you while you licked up the last remnants of creamy goodness. You popped the last little bit of your cone into your mouth with a satisfied hum, your tongue licking sticky sweetness from your lips. 

“You have something on your…” Steve trailed off when you turned to him, his eyes dropping to your mouth and sliding along the curve of them. 

You felt his gaze like a physical thing, heat settling heavily in your core as warmth bloomed between your thighs. Then his thumb was following the the path of his eyes, swiping away some ice cream from the edge of your mouth that your tongue hadn’t been able to reach. 

Acting on impulse, and not questioning where it came from, you chased after Steve’s thumb, your tongue darting out to click the sweetness from the pad of his finger. Since your eyes were fixed on your best friend’s face, you watched his blue gaze darken and go heavy-lidded, his own mouth falling open with surprise. 

Heat filled your cheeks, making your face feel like it was on fire. “Umm,” you said, not knowing what else to say. 

It was on the tip of your tongue to apologize for licking your best friend, but just then, the first boom, pop and fizzle of fireworks sounded. Dazzling red light distracted you from Steve for a moment, dragging your eyes away to watch the fireworks display begin. You’d jumped at the first boom, the loud noise surprising you.

It was nothing, though, compared to the shock you felt when Steve grabbed your face, turned you back to him and ducked his head to capture your lips in a fierce kiss. Air filled your lungs as you sucked in a sharp breath, your body frozen while you sat there stunned, unable to do anything but feel the softness of Steve’s lips against yours.

Another sharp boom from overhead shocked you enough to make you jump again, and suddenly you remembered how to move. Your hands curled into the front of Steve’s shirt, clinging to him as you surged forward, pressing your lips harder against your best friend’s. 

Steve groaned low in his throat and your response seemed to unleash something within your best friend. Between one breath and the next, he was hauling you into his lap, your legs were straddling his thighs and his mouth was doing its best to devour yours.

You could taste the chocolate on his tongue as it slipped between your lips, exploring every inch of you and stroking against your own. Giddy excitement and heated desire swirled through your body, making you feel like you could float away as you and your best friend tasted and explored each other. 

Your hands uncurled from Steve’s shirt and slid up his shoulders, diving into the soft blond hair at the nape of his neck. He groaned again when you raked your nails softly against his scalp, his mouth going soft and slack as tremors of delight wracked his broad shoulders. 

“Fuck, sunshine,” Steve grunted, his hands pushing beneath the hem of the hoodie you wore so he could grope your hips. You rocked into him, wringing another moan of pleasure from your best friend when your heated core pressed against the bulge in his jeans. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed about feeling you like this.”

“Steve, I—”

Your response was cut short by your best friend’s teeth nipping at your bottom lip, making you whine and grind harder against his lap. Steve swallowed your sounds of pleasure, his big hands groping and kneading the soft flesh of your hips and thighs like he couldn’t get enough. It was better than you ever could’ve imagined.

“That’s it, sunshine, ride your best friend’s bulge,” Steve rumbled, a little bit of teasing in his tone. His lips trailed kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He sucked on the skin over your pounding pulse, pulling a whimpering sound from your mouth that was unlike any noise you’d ever made. “Ya gonna come on my cock, baby? Gonna come before we even take our clothes off?”

Your best friend’s filthy words poured over you like gasoline on a fire, turning the heat in your blood into a raging inferno. “Steve, god, please, I need…” You tried to form a coherent thought, your lips gasping for breath in between every false start, your hips working harder and faster as you chased your pleasure.

“Good girl, baby, take what you need,” Steve cooed in your ear, his hands slipping beneath your tank top and groping your tits. He plucked at your nipples, rolling the pebbled peaks between his fingers and making your eyes roll back in your head, your loud moans filling the cab of his truck and nearly drowning out the sounds of the fireworks from the field beyond. “Ride my bulge, sunshine, make yourself come all over my cock.” 

You were making a mess in your panties and shorts, your arousal soaking through the thin garments until you were certain you were leaving a wet spot behind on Steve’s jeans, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not when your clit was rubbing just right against the bulge pressing against his fly. 

“Oh god, Steve, ‘m gonna…” 

Your hips worked frantically, humping against Steve’s cock through both your clothes while he murmured encouraging words in your ear and played with your tits until he figured out what made you squirm and writhe the most. Then he kept that up until you were suddenly at the edge.

“Come for me, sunshine, come for your best friend.”

Steve’s words were what did you in. His soft, murmured urging pushed you off the ledge and sent you tumbling into pleasure as you came for him.

Your arms locked around your best friend’s shoulders, nails digging into the back of his neck as bliss like you’d never known swept through your body, leaving you a shaking, trembling mess. Mindless moans and whimpers slipped from your lips, your hips still bucking on Steve’s lap as you rode out your release.

It wasn’t until Steve let loose a guttural groan, a warm wetness spreading through the jeans pressed against your bare thighs, that you realized he was coming too. You wrenched your eyes open, your gaze locking with his, seeing your own pleasure mirrored in his sparkling blue depths. Then your mouths were colliding, both of you having surged forward to meet somewhere in the middle.

The kiss was messy, mouths sliding and teeth knocking, both of you swallowing down the pleasured sounds of the other. Steve’s hands gripped your hips hard, fingers digging into your softness, helping you rock on his lap while you both rode out your releases and shuddered through the last remnants of pleasure together. 

Finally, when you were sated, your lips broke free and you pressed your forehead to Steve’s, closing your eyes as you tried to catch your breath. You could hardly believed what had just happened, and your mind struggled to catch up. 

“Christ, sunshine,” Steve rasped, his own chest still heaving shallowly. His hands were idly kneading your hips, like he was soothing any pain that might be there. “I really didn’t plan on doing anything more than getting ice cream for my birthday, but this was—wow.”

You giggled at the awe in Steve’s voice, leaning back enough that you could see him properly. His handsome, familiar face was slack from satisfaction, a dazed smile curving his mouth. Unable to help yourself, you ducked forward and sucked his lower lip into your mouth, making him groan like he was in pain. Beneath you, you felt his cock twitch, and you laughed again as you sat back.

“If you want, we can ditch the rest of the fireworks show and go back to my place?” you suggested, an eager smile on your face. 

Steve chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning forward until every inch of your chests were pressed together. You could feel the steady beating rhythm of his heart against your sternum, making your smile soften as you melted in your best friend’s arms.

“Sunshine, the fireworks are already over,” he murmured before capturing your lips in a kiss. When he broke away, he left you panting. “And if you think I’m doing anything other than taking you home and taking you to bed…” He trailed off, getting distracted by pressing kisses against your jaw. 

You hummed in acknowledgement, but then a thought suddenly occurred to you and you had to bite back a laugh. “Your birthday is on the Fourth of July,” you began in a leading tone. “And you know what that means, Stevie?” 

Instead of responding, Steve sank his teeth lightly into skin over your thrumming pulse, sucking and licking like he was intent on marking you with his mouth. Your thoughts scattered for a moment, your head tipping to the side to give him better access while your fingers raked idly through his soft blond hair.

It took you a second, but you managed to finish your thought. 

“Because it’s the Fourth of July, we have to end your birthday with a bang,” you murmured, unable to stop yourself from giggling at your own joke.

Steve, on the other hand, groaned. His mouth abandoned your neck as he buried his face in your chest, reluctant laughter shaking his shoulders. Before you could poke him and get him to admit he liked your joke, Steve was flipping you onto your back, laying you down on his truck’s bench seat and slotting his hips between your thighs. His revived bulge bumped against your heated core, making you moan softly.

“Y’know what, sunshine? You’re right,” Steve rumbled, his blue eyes sparkling with humor and affection as he stared down at you. There was so much emotion in his gaze, it nearly stole all the breath from your lungs. “We’ll end my birthday with a bang.” His hands began to strip you out of the hoodie he’d given you to wear, his gaze hungry and determined. “We’re gonna see if I can make you scream louder than those fireworks.” 

Your laughter dissolved into a hot, hungry heat. You pulled Steve down at the same moment he ducked his head, your lips crashing together in a fiery kiss that fogged up the windows of his truck, your bodies working together toward the same goal.

Between you and your best friend, you made sure the Fourth of July—and, more importantly, Steve’s birthday—ended with a bang.

[lyrefromthesea]

You’re absolutely one of my favourite writers 💙 Please could I request hashira x reader, where the reader looks after the hashira’s family/ those they care for when they are on a long mission 💙💙

Male pillars x reader - family matters

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: none

Tengen:

who would've expected nearly the entirety of the Uzui family to fall sick? it luckily didn't hit him, but Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma all fell ill.

you would've done it without his pleading, but when he asked you so kindly to take care of his wives, you couldn't say no.

you were in a relationship with them too, it was only right to take care of your loved ones, right?

so when Tengen came home and saw you put wet towels on all their head with the outmost patience, he felt his heart swell with pride.

"i'm back, are you all feeling better?" he asked, looking down at the three sick women. they were cuddled up in their shared bed, not wanting to be alone.

he was glad when he watched them slowly nod and tell him how good you've taken care of them.

"thank you, beautiful.." he said to you, glad that there was someone he could trust. "let me help now."

Obanai:

when Obanai left for a mission and left Kaburamaru with you, he knew you would take care of his friend. however, he didn't expect finding you like this.

you have fallen asleep in the kitchen, your cheek squished against the counter. Kaburamaru had found his place around your neck, as if he wanted to keep you warm.

Iguro looked around, seeing Kaburamaru's food bowl. it was empty, but he knew the snake had eaten today. he could tell by the way Kaburamaru was sleeping with you, having filled his stomach.

furthermore, there was a plate full of food placed near you. he could see another empty plate in the sink, indicating that you've already eaten.

he had told you when he would come back from his mission, figuring that you've prepared the second plate for him.

he looked at you with a gentle gaze, not wanting to wake you up, but knowing you shouldn't sleep in the kitchen. with a quick and careful movement, he had picked you up and carried you to the bedroom.

you had taken care of him and his snake, it was time to take care of you now.

Rengoku:

multiple bottles of liquor stood in front of his family's estate. they were all empty.

he knew those were the bottles his father used to buy, but the man would never place them here.

knowing that you had been staying in his house for the past few days, he figured it would have something to do with you.

"i'm home, dear!" he greeted, happy when he saw you run up to him. perhaps you had been spoiling him too much, but he was used to a kiss on the lips whenever he returned to you.

"first you take my sake away and now this? i'll puke!" Shinjuro scolded you, but you just smiled back at him.

Kyojuro was confused at first, quickly remembering the empty liquor bottles in front the family estate.

"don't pretend like you didn't like the past days! you even played board games with me and Senjuro." you countered, sticking your tongue out.

perhaps it was because you weren't a demon slayer, but Shinjuro could speak to you much more calmly than with others. or maybe it was because you reminded him of the peace of earlier days.

"you did? let's celebrate my return with another board game!" Kyojuro enthusiastically offered, earning a happy nod from you.

"you're going to play as well, right?" you ask Shinjuro, not surprised by him rolling his eyes, knowing he would join you two and Senjuro.

Sanemi:

"is he okay?" Sanemi asked, his fists clenching hard. he was desperate to know about his little brother's state.

when he heard that Genya had been hurt during his fight with a demon, he had wanted to see his brother right away, but he couldn't look him in the eyes anymore.

he knew that Genya hated him for what he had done, he had no right to worry over him now.

naturally, his eyes lit up when he saw you take over the role of a nurse, watching over Genya properly.

"he's doing better." you answered, seeing him quiet down and nod. he felt relief settle in his heart, coming closer to hug you.

his head rested on your shoulder, his arms hanging by his side. his heart was trapped in a mix of guilt and relief.

"you know, he told me that he missed you. you should see him.." you told him, knowing the story the two brothers shared was a sad one.

"no.." he simply said, but you could hear the sorrow in his voice. he probably wanted his brother back as much as Genya wanted him.

"thank you for looking after him.."

Giyuu:

he had trouble revealing his feelings to other people, but when he heard Tanjiro being hurt once again, you noticed the look on his face.

when you told him that you'd temporarily look after the young demon slayer, you saw the man relax slightly. he trusted you and he knew you'd do your best.

he wanted to do his best for you as well, deciding it would only be fair to visit you and Tanjiro now and then.

"Tomioka-san!" Tanjiro beamed, nearly making his way out of the bed, but you held him back, letting him remember that he needed to rest as much as possible.

"Tanjirou, are you feeling better..?" he asked, stepping into the room Tanjirou got assigned. he glanced up at you, seeing a soft smile form on your face.

he made his way towards you while he listened to the boy talk.

"i'm feeling so much better already! [name]-san took great care of me!" Tanjirou said, enthusiastically fiddling with his hands. Giyuu moved to your side, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

"thank you for taking care of him." Giyuu whispered against your ear, turning your head to face him. "i have another mission now, wish me luck, love."

you nodded, knowing that you would pray for his return every day, you just didn't know Tanjirou would speak up again. "Tomioka-san! Tomioka-san!"

naturally, Giyuu hurried out of the room.

Gyomei:

"namu, cat cute.." he mumbled, pressing the small animal against his body in a squeezing hug.

you chuckled quietly, seeing the cat meow and wiggle in an attempt to get out.

you had found it a few days ago, the cat couldn't walk due to it's injured paw. when Gyomei came back that day, he was fine with you keeping the cat until it was healthy.

truthfully, he was more than fine with the addition to his home, especially when he found the cat sitting on one of his shirts a few days later.

he took it as a sign that the cat liked him, first feeding it and then trapping it in his arms.

"was this really a good idea? i feel like the cat is getting more attention than me." you teased, not expecting his strong arm to wrap around you as well, now trapping you in the same hold as the cat.

"you're cute too, don't worry."

[froggiewrites]

i read every single one of your works in one sitting and oh my god. your mind. your words. you're easily one of the best writers on this hellsite. it should be a crime you don't have more followers because your writing is criminally underrated

i saw you were taking requests and i don't want anything too specific but there isn't that much ace content and i really miss my man. a bit of hurt/comfort bc i love pain and then kissing it better

i was thinking something along the line of your Follow Through work (sorry if it feels repetitive but i live for this type ace content) but really I'll be happy with whatever you put out just have fun and go to town with it <3

Ahhh thank you so much this is so sweet 😭😭 I only started posting really recently so receiving sweet messages like this feels so unreal honestly, it just makes my heart so full. I loved writing this, I always love writing sweet stuff for Ace, so thank you for giving me an excuse to write something in this vein again! I hope you like it 💙

Blinders On

Pairing: Ace x Reader

SFW

Summary: You're in love with Ace. Everybody seems to know this but him. Warnings: Fluff, Miscommunication, A Little Self Loathing, Very Little Hurt/Lots of Comfort Word Count: 2.2k

You really can’t tell if Ace is politely rejecting you, or if he simply doesn’t understand your advances. You’re being terribly obvious, enough so that the rest of the ship (and probably the entire rest of the fleet) are well aware, teasing you for it at any given opportunity. If you have to hear one more man making obnoxious smooching noises whenever you two walk past you’re going to throttle someone.

“It’s honestly getting pathetic at this point.”

“Yeah, it hurts to see someone put their pride on the line like this with no reward in sight. Bring a tear to my eye, really.”

Their voices are teasing, not cruel, but your shoulders tense anyway. You hate feeling pathetic. If he just turned you down, you would be more than willing to just lick your wounds and move on, no matter how hard it hurt. But he never did. He never pulled away, or pushed you further from him. He just never pulled you closer, either. You were left in limbo, treading the line between friend and lover, never crossing to either side.

“What’s got you frowning like that?” You jump when you feel two fingers at the edges of your lips, gently forcing them into a smile. Ace is in front of you, nearly nose to nose, and you can see the candlelight dancing in his eyes and painting his cheeks a gentle orange. He looks beautiful, as always, as he grins at you. “That’s better. Now you try again without my help.”

You force your mouth into a smile despite yourself.

“There we go.” He laughs quietly, and you can feel his warm breath on your face. He’s horribly, unbearably close, close enough that you would barely have to move to feel his lips against yours. The urge is overwhelming, but you can’t let yourself, so you scoot back slightly, smile growing a bit shakier.

He frowns a bit, something unnamed flashing in his eyes, before he leans a little further back as well. “Care to share what made you so upset? You were glaring a hole into the table.”

“Oh it’s…it’s nothing big. Don’t worry about it.” You frankly would rather throw yourself overboard than look Ace in the eye that you were sitting here pathetically pining over him.

He frowns deeper. “You know you can always share with me, right? I’m a good listener, I swear.” A mocking laugh explodes behind him from a nearby eavesdropper, and he leans forward before muttering, “I’m good at listening to you, at least.”

Your cheeks heat. You don’t want to embarrass yourself like this, but he’s looking at you with those sweet puppy dog eyes, and maybe this could be a chance for you to finally figure out how he feels about you. “Well…it’s just…” your eyes slide to the several crewmates visibly listening in. “Can we talk in private?”

“Of course!” He’s on his feet instantly, offering you his hand to help you up. He pulls you up as though you weigh nothing, and while that makes your stomach flutter a bit, it’s nothing compared to the way he keeps a hold on your hand while leading you away. You can feel the heat radiating from him, every callus on his hand, the way his fingers lightly rub against the back of your hand. It takes all of your self control not to melt.

He leads you to his room, leading to wolf whistles from some passersby, and you internally groan at all of the comments you’re going to get after this. But he gently sets you on his bed before kicking off his boots and sitting next to you, on his knees, looking at you expectantly. “Is this good?”

“Yeah, thanks, Ace.” He gives a blinding smile at that, terribly pleased to have helped. “So I’ve been dealing with…an issue, lately.”

He nods, urging you onward.

“So there’s this guy…”

He winces, the expression so quick you almost miss it. 

“And I’ve been trying to figure out how he feels about me.” You curl in on yourself a little tighter. “But I genuinely can’t tell if he’s noticed how I feel and he just doesn’t…feel the same, or if he somehow doesn’t know.” This is terrifying, laying it all bare, but if it leaves a chance for something else, something better, isn’t it worth it to be brave?

But Ace remains silent. His face is frozen halfway between shock and despair, staring at you with wide eyes. You blink at him, confused, and gently reach forward to take his hand. “Ace?”

He flinches when you touch him. “Ah! Um, sorry. Advice. You wanted advice.”

“If you’re willing? You don’t have to.”

“No, I–I can.” He seems flustered, but you can’t really tell which part of this shook him. You try to brace yourself for oncoming rejection, just in case. “...You really don’t know if he feels the same?”

“I have absolutely no idea. And nobody else I’ve asked does, either.”

Another flash of hurt, the frown of a kicked puppy. “You went to other people before me?”

You rush to correct. “They came to me. I think they felt bad for me, honestly. The entire ship has noticed and they can’t tell if he likes me either, and a lot of people have been making fun of me about it. So a few people asked me if I was alright.”

He furrows his brow. “People have been making fun of you? Who?”

“Almost everyone, really. You didn’t notice?”

“No, I didn’t.” His expression shifts to something close to guilt. “How long has this been going on?”

“About…a year or so?”

“You only joined the crew a little more than a year ago.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” You can’t keep the exhaustion from your tone. You want to say it hasn’t taken a toll on you, that you let it roll off your back, but the weight has been resting on your shoulders, dragging you further and further down. It’s only a matter of time before you snap entirely. “It’s…it’s a bit much, sometimes. But the only way to get them to stop is to stop trying to get him to notice me, and if I stop that he never will. And I think he’s worth all of it, really.”

“Hm. I’m…sure he is.” You can hear the sting in his voice, like cold water on an open wound. “He has to be, for you to want him so badly.”

“He’s the best man I’ve ever met.” You can’t keep the affection from your voice, or the warmth from your cheeks as you shyly peer at Ace through your lashes. You can’t place the faraway look in his eyes, hazy and unfocused.

“He better be.” He clenches his jaw briefly before relaxing it, closing his eyes and shutting you out. You see his fingers digging into his thighs as he turns away from you and takes a deep breath. “You should just tell him, I’m sure he’ll reciprocate. He’d be an idiot if he didn’t.” His voice is strained, sounding like there’s an unshakable weight on his chest.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, sweetheart. Don’t worry about it. You should tell that bastard how you feel.”

“Bastard?”

You can see every muscle in his back tense as he continues to face away from you. “Did I say bastard? I meant lucky bastard.”

“It…doesn’t sound like you did.”

“How could he be anything less than lucky, to have someone like you?”

He really isn’t getting it. Even now, he just doesn’t fucking get it. “Are you mad at me, Ace? Or him, I guess?”

“I’m not mad,” he snaps, unconvincingly. “I’m not…I’m not upset. It would be ridiculous for me to be upset, I have no reason to be. Not with you, or with whoever it is. That would be silly. And I’m not. Silly.”

“...Right.”

Are you going to have to spell this out for him?

“And since I’m so definitely not-at-all mad, can I know who it is? So I know who to congratulate later.”

You sigh. “You really have no idea?”

“...I think I might have one.”

You lean forward a bit, trying to angle around him to look him in the eye, but you accidentally brush your chest with his back and he jumps, scrambling away before turning around to face you. “Who do you think it is, Ace?”

“Is it Marco?”

What?

“What?”

“Is it…is it not Marco?” He furrows his brow.

“I–no. It’s not Marco.”

“Thatch then?”

“No! Oh my god.”

“Izou? Or–”

“It’s you, Ace!”

His eyes go wide and he freezes. “It’s…me?”

“Yes.”

He absolutely lights up like a firework with the biggest, most sincere grin you’ve ever seen. “It’s me?” He leans forward, close enough that you can see every fleck of color in his dark eyes. “It’s me? Really? You mean it?”

“Who else could it possibly be?” You can’t keep the hint of laughter out of your voice at the idea you could love anybody but Ace, as though any man you had ever met could beat him for best. 

Before you know it, his arms are around you, his comforting weight pressing you into the bed beneath you. “I didn’t think it could ever be me.”

Your arms wrap around him in turn, pulling his head into your neck as he presses his nose into you. “Why couldn’t it be you? You’re amazing, Ace.”

“I can’t believe you believe that.” His voice is soft as he pulls himself apart for a second, allows himself to fall into your embrace and forget the world. “I didn’t think you could want me. I already didn’t get how you could like me, let alone more. You’re so…everything and I’m so…me.”

“I don’t think there’s anything in the world better to be than you.”

There’s a wetness pressing into your neck, but you don’t comment. “No one has ever said that to me before. I don’t…I don’t understand how I tricked you, but–”

“Portgas D Ace. You didn’t trick me. I just saw you for who you were, and I loved you because of it. Not in spite of it, not because I somehow didn’t see it. Because you’re you, and I don’t know what could be better than that.”

“Almost anything else?” He mutters it weakly. “I really hoped you would…would think about me like I think about you. I just didn’t think it was possible. Was it really that obvious?”

“Every single person on this ship knew before you did. Someone was making fun of me for it at breakfast, directly in front of you, and you still didn’t notice. It was really just because you didn’t think I could like you?”

“It genuinely didn’t seem like a possibility to me. I figured I was just going to be pining after you for the rest of my life, y’know? Have to see you find someone else as wonderful as you are and run off together, and pretend I was happy for you. Which I sort of would be, I guess. I want you to be happy. And I didn’t think I could do that for you.” He pulls out of your neck, and you can see his eyes are glistening, a few stray tears making their way down his freckled cheeks. He looks you in the eye, while his own filled with a strange mix of affection and self loathing. “Still don’t, really. But I’ll try.”

You cup his cheeks in your hands, gently brushing away his tears. “No one else could make me happier than you, Ace. I know that for sure. You are the kindest, brightest, most wonderful man I know. You have no idea how amazing you are, how you inspire the people around you. You’re so loved, and it’s not because you managed to pull the wool over everybody’s eyes, or anything silly like that. It’s because you deserve it.” You lean up, lips brushing softly against his before you pull back again to speak. His lips chase yours, making you giggle. “You deserve every bit of it, Ace. And if you don’t believe me I’ll just have to show you. Every day, until it sticks.”

“And if it does?” His voice is nothing but a whisper as he stares at you like you’re the greatest treasure on the seas. “Will you stop if it sticks?”

“No way in hell. I’ll double down. Triple down, even.”

He gives you a shy grin. “Guess I’ll have to figure out the truth pretty fast, then. I’d like to see what double this looks like.

“I guess you will.”

The next kiss takes your breath away. It makes the teasing you and Ace are sure to receive when you leave the cabin worth it a million times over. But right now there isn’t a crew jeering at you. The only thing in the world right now is Ace, on top of you, his warmth enveloping you as he kisses you like he’s been waiting a thousand years to do it.

[du-buk]

Hi! I appreciate the nice comments and support, especially on 8/11 day! 🦭💙 this is the 3rd, or 4th year of its release. (I should know this lol). However, I still wish to make some statements ⬇️

Thank you to everyone who support one guys work; ME! 8:11 is a huge passion project for me, and while I’m shy and never know how to react to compliments; just know that I appreciate all the support! The amount of fanart, fanworks, positivity, and support given towards me warms my heart. 💙🦭

I am often asked if the series will continue; it will, I am just a bit slow on the progress admittedly^^; financially it’s difficult to make time for it, and I’m working through a lot of my trauma in therapy at the moment. It’s what helps me create works for 8:11, like shown here!

(I also have to keep my eye in good health. Safety comes first!) however, I would appreciate if people listened to my mods+I when we ask people to refrain from breaking rules or being rude to my mods.

Please be patient with my mods and I.

I understand speaking in English can be difficult for some. I try to be accommodating for everyone, but excessively arguing with my mods about it stresses the team out. And we just want to have fun! Let’s all hold hands okay?

I want to create a fun environment for all 811 fans, even those across oceans and mountains. Let’s be kind to each other and if you see any nice fanworks, leave positive comments to encourage artists/creatives!

Thank you for all the support thus far again. And to make it clear; 🗣️ I hate p*dos, zoos, inc*st!!

🗣️Block and look away from those things. Don’t engage internet battles guys. I cannot control what some people create fanart of 8:11, I’m just one guy, and it’s best to just ignore what you don’t like seeing online.

🗣️ I stand with palest1ne, Ukraine, Sudan, human rights, and the environment!!!! Especially our earth and creatures that cannot vocalize their needs!!!!

[seungfl0wer]

Can I request for how Stray Kids would cuddle please?!?!

*How Stray Kids Would Cuddle You*

-🩵Cuddly SKZ is honestly always on my mind I hope you enjoy this, made this one both gifs and a small bit of thoughts cause I have a lot on this topic I guess lol💙

These are souly my opinions

Some GIFs might be mature You are warned!

Bangchan:

I feel like Chan is just such a great cuddler. He’s so warm and loving, he just wraps you in his arms and doesn’t want to let you go. Always peppers you with kisses and tells you how much he loves you constantly. I firmly believe he’s gotten inspo many times while yall are cuddling (for a song) probably about you

Lino:

This man very much melts to your affection. He may try to act all nonchalant about it but he enjoys it so so much. Just to have you close to him. Hearing your heart beat makes him let out little hums of just happiness. Man basically purrs he’ll whine anytime you move though. “Stop moving I was so comfortable”

Changbin:

Holds onto you like his life depends on it. You have to pee? Better hold it as long as you can cause he’s gonna whine so much if you try to get up. This is the time he looks forward to just unwinding with the love of his life. Will probably have really deep convos with you like this. Or really dumb ones like “is a hotdog a sandwich or taco”

Hyunjin:

He likes to have you facing him, he loves staring into your eyes, getting lost in how much he truly is in love with you. Constantly gives you kisses while you try to talk to him finds it way to cute when you try and get back to what you were saying. Plays with your hair a lot, also loves kissing your nose especially when you fall asleep.

Han:

I feel like Han really likes being the little spoon. Just you holding him close to him feeling how much you love him. Brining your hand up to his lips and giving it small pecks. He’s probably out like a light, just feels the happiest this way. Mans probably also steals all the blankets

Felix:

The cuddle bug himself. One thing I feel like he definitely 100% loves is laying on your chest listing to your heart beat. Something about this just gives him such comfort and makes his heart all warm. He’s constantly rubbing your back giving you compliments. When you do it in return though man can’t help but get all giddy.

Seungmin:

Play with this man’s hair, just do it he’ll be putty you’ll get those big ol puppy eyes when you stop. He will 100% sing to you while, especially if you’re having troubles sleeping. He’ll have you lay on his chest so “you can hear it better” will in fact have a folder of pics of you sleeping because you’re cute also for blackmail

Jeongin:

Mans might not be super affectionate public wise but i genuinely think he’s just a big softy in private with you. Wants nothing more than to have you close to him. Whether it be him holding you, you spooning him he doesn’t care. He’s just happy you’re there with him.

-🩵Hope you guys enjoyed this, if requests are open feel free to send one in💙

[urfavlarry]

A Light That Never Goes Out

Joost Klein x reader

summary: you and Joost are both competing in eurovision, you representing {your country} and Joost representing the Netherlands. When Joost gets disqualified you’re both devastated, but you decide to defend your dear partner once you get to the finals.

A/N: first joost klein fanfic, need your honest opinions :,) hope you enjoy tho💙 and dont be afraid to request something joost klein x reader, requests are currently open!

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Eurovision Song Contest

@Eurovision

We are currently investigating an incident involving the dutch artist. He will not be rehearsing until further notice.

Liked by joostsbeloved, eurovision.lover and 1,482,794 others

@joostswifeyy1 and 402K people commentsd

user210651: WHAT?? WTF HAPPENED

aikoswife: oo drama :0

lorelaixx: eurovision 2024 is so wild

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You looked at the post, shocked, disappointed.. angry? You didn’t know what emotions you were feeling but your first priority was currently Joost. The poor mans feelings and dreams were crushed, his cheerful and bright persona was now forced, and it was more dull than ever. You felt bad for your best friend, the one you started this whole journey with. You met wonderful people, made new memories, and all of it was now thrown away because Joost protected himself from unwanted media. It was unfair, it was quite literally pathetic how the EBU reacted. They shouldn’t be punishing Joost, yet here they were, not letting him rehearse. You walked to Joosts hotel room, things that you thought would cheer him up in hand. You knock softly on the door, loud enough so he could hear, waiting patiently outside the door.

Footsteps could be heard from behind the door a few seconds later the door got opened, revealing a very tired and not so happy looking Joost. He let you in, closing the door behind him as you set the stuff down. You walk over to him and open your arms for a hug, quickly getting tackled into a bear hug. “Mm..s’not fair..” He says, slurring his words as he started to sniffle softly. You pat his back, offering him some comforting words and assurances, trying to cheer him up as best as you could. “Shh.. It’s alright.. you don’t know how proud of you everyone is for coming this far.” He picks you up, walking to his bed and lays down with you, lying down on top of you. “I just failed everyone, I failed my people.” He says and you shush him, playing with his hair. “Hey! Listen to me now.” You say, lifting his head up so he would look at you. “You did not fail anyone. You have a whole community supporting you, so don’t you ever doubt yourself. You did nothing to harm someone, you’re a kind, lovely soul who people cherish.” You say, making him smile softly. He cupped your cheek and kissed you on the lips. It was short, but sweet making your stomach erupt with butterflies.

The next day felt grueling. You barely got up and got ready to go back to arena. You were excited to see all those familiar faces, but it felt forced since you now knew Joost wouldn’t be there by your side for all of it. You walked with Joost, hand in hand trying to talk about random topics like you usually did when you saw a hoard of fans. “We should get out of here.” You say, squeezing his hand. “Oh, but why?” He says, looking towards the crowd who was already standing in line to get in the Arena. Joost was always the social butterfly, you trying your best to not interact with crowds this big, not feeling safe since you didn’t really have a guard with you 24/7. You walk with him, letting him charm the crowd like usual all the fans going crazy. You took some pictures with the fans as well, signing things.. someone even asking you to draw a tattoo for them which you gladly did. Everyone was shouting things like ‘justice for Joost’ or ‘We love you Joost.’ Which warmed your heart knowing people support him, Joosts smile not going unnoticed by you. You walk with him inside the arena when some annoying interviewer had the nerve to comment about his disqualification, in a bad way. You had {your countries name} flag with you, which you used to cover him while you walked to the elevator. You mumble swears in your language, cussing the interviewer out like a mad person. Joost pulled you closer by the waist, planting a quick kiss to your forehead “Ik hou van jou.” (I love you)

After long exhausting hours, listening to the most talented people perform on stage, you go on after Bambie. An idea pops up in your head, smiling mischievously. Joost left already, watching from home since he thought it would be best if he wasn’t here when the incident was fresh. You walk on stage, about 20 or more people rapidly cleaning and getting the props and just everything ready for your performance. You waved at some fans and blew air kisses when the lights dimmed, which meant the cameras were now rolling and it was your time to shine. You pour your heart and passion for music out, the last words of the song slipping from your tongue and you finish it off with one last pose.

Everyone cheers for you, you suddenly take out the Netherlands flag, the words justice for Joost written in black paint on it. You wave it around and you hear cheering, of course some booing as well. You smile one last time before getting off stage, Bambie running up to you to give you a hug. Marina hugged you too, complimenting your performance before rushing on stage since it was her turn to go. “That’s gonna be everywhere babe, good luck.” Bambie says and you nod, joking about it with them. “Well shit, I don’t care if I get disqualified it needed to be said. I don’t even know how I managed to sneak that on stage haha.” You chat for a bit more before heading to a quieter place in the arena. You sat down on the floor, back against a wall as you open your messages to see Apson, and even Stuntje sending you videos. They knew about your little shenanigan and decided to record Joosts reaction.

They were all in Joosts hotel room, Joost cheerinf you on and singing along in your song. You chuckles softly as he mumbled some of the words since he didn’t really speak much of your language. When the song comes to an end he starts to cheer; “That’s my girl!” He screams, jumping up and down and clapping for you. “He’s definitely getting noise complaints.” You think to yourself, smiling at the screen. The TV shows you with the flag only for a few seconds since they tried to hide it as best as possible, but the ultimately failed since it was there for a good five seconds. Joost looked surprised, Apson cheering and Joost looks at him. “Wist u hiervan?” (did you know about this?) “Ja, Ja.” (yes, yes) He says and you see Apson smiling from Stuntjes point of view. The video gets cut off after a few more seconds, Joost visibly emotional so they most likely decided pointing a camera in his face wasn’t a good idea.

{‘My love’ in your language}

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Y/N

Y/N

Y/N

Whatshaiaidhsjja

you’re literally crazy but i still love u

is everything okay?

did they do anything to u?

ik hou zo veel van je schat 💙

sent 11:09pm

I’m alright love, see u soon ❤️

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You decided to watch the others perform, vibing with Bambie to songs and dance with them. After everyone finishes their song, you all go with your own team, the jury votes about to be announced. You blow an air kiss to Bambie and walk with your team, hyping everyone up. You didn’t expect to win, not after the stunt you pulled but you supported your friends to the very end. The final jury votes were given to Nemo by Sweden, you cheered for them since they really deserved the points. Their song was incredible and their vocals were angelic. You snap put of your thoughts, now the public would be able to vote. You would lie if you said you payed attention the whole time, zoning out almost every few minutes.

It was now between Croatia and Switzerland, your bet was on Nemo even though Croatia also did an amazing job. The atmosphere was tense, the silence being a bit more awkward than you liked, just hoping to get this all over with. You hear cheering, looking towards Nemo who looked like a beam of sunshine. You clapped, cheering your dear friend on and sing along to his performance.

It was done. Months of work and stress was finally over. You get a ride to your hotel with your team, scrolling through the hundreds of photos and videos from this wonderful experience. You saw a new place for the first time; Malmö which you were forever grateful for but you couldn’t wait to go back home to Amsterdam with Joost. Your movements were sluggish, your team laughing and joking about it. You chuckle along with them and wave goodbye to them as you all your separate ways to your hotel rooms. You on the other hand were walking to another room. You knock softly, the seconds feeling like hours when you don’t even register the door getting opened and get spinned around. You giggle like a 12 year old girl, Joost putting you down and kissing your soft lips. He closed the door behind him, walking with you to the bed slowly so you don’t fall since he refused to pull away from the kiss. He sits down with you and brings you into his lap. You finally pull away and he looks at you, love struck.

“When did you manage to get the flag you troublemaker?” He jokes and kisses your jaw, going down to your collar bone. “That my love, is a secret.” You say and he groans, lying down with you. “Doesn’t matter anymore.. You don’t know how much you made my day.” He says and peppers your face with kisses. You giggle softly, having to pull him away so he would stop. “Joost that tickles.” You say and he holds you tighter, burying his face in your hair. “You’re the light I needed in my life.”

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[neil-gaiman]

Hi Neil,

This is not really a question but I would like to share with you what you mean for me.

A long time ago I used to write, I used to draw, I used to sing, I used to laugh hard and enjoy it.. and lost all of this along the years.

It was difficult for me to find that spark and enjoy life again... and then here you come.

I have seen and heard your name multiple times in the past, knowing you for the person behind Sandman but nothing more. One day like another I bumped in Good Omes.. not sure why I started to watch it and when I saw yours and Terry Pratchet name, something clicked in my head (heart?). I loved it immediately, I could feel a connection with someone again.  Long story short.. I can feel emotions again.  When I read (your) books, listen to a song or watch a movie, I can feel things, and there are no words in the entire world to thank you enough for this.

And I allow myself to take this a sign: last week I was in a tiny public library (a dutch one as I am Italian gal relocated in The Netherlands) trying to inspire my youngest daughter love for reading when I saw this little book on the shelf. Can you imagine my surprise to find an English book amongst thousands of dutch ones? I took it, read it and loved it. I know you're peculiarly ubiquitous and it's like you were there for me, saying to carry on, don't give up!

Thanks again, Neil!  💙

That warms my heart.

[rosie-bun27]

Diasomnia boys : Their love language !

Characters : Malleus Draconia , Lillia Vanrouge , Silver Vanrouge , Sebek Zigvolt

Pairing : x [Fem] Reader

❤🧡💛💚💙💜

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(A/N : Okay , I think I will be making this into a little series where I cover all the dorms in Twisted wonderland , starting with my favourite ! Give your suggestions in the comments for which one I should do next (≧∇≦)/)

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💚Malleus Draconia💚

Love language : Words of affirmation , gifts

1) Malleus loves to shower his darling with compliments and sweet nothings . After all , since he is the soon-to-be crowned king of Briar Valley , it is only fair that his partner gets to be treated and pampered like a princess .

2) However , his love doesn't merely stop at words . For what kind of lover would he be if he didn't also shower his darling with expensive gifts , adorning them like a sweet little doll , all wrapped up in silk and adorned with gold and jewels .

"My love , how could I possibly focus on the night sky , when you are my whole world ?"

**Bonus headcannon [🎉] : "What makes them really flustered ?"

Malleus : Any kind of physical touch . Just a soft little squeeze of the arm while the two of you are out on a walk or a sweet little peck on the cheek is enough to get his tail wagging and his cheeks flushed a bright red . His heart almost seems to melt as he just stands there , looking at you adoringly .

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💚Lillia Vanrouge💚

Love language : Words of affirmation

1) Lillia just loves to see you blush when he flirts with you . He loves the way you bashfully avert your gaze when when he has made that cute little face of yours turn bright red , or the way your face seems to light up with the cutest smile after he has just complimented you .

2) Lillia also loves to playfully tease you , getting you all riled up just to see how much he could make you blush ~ To him you are just the cutest little human in the whole wide world , and your cute little flustered reactions make you all the cuter to him .

"Awh ~ Aren't you just the cutest , sweetheart ? Careful now , if you keep being so adorable I might just be tempted to eat you up !"

**Bonus headcannon [🎉] : "What makes them really flustered ?"

Lillia : Any sort of hand-made gift , whether it be a drawing , a cute little crafting project or a hand-sewn or knitted piece of clothing , he just can't help the little smirk that comes to his lips , or the oh so faint pink tint that paints his pale face when you give him something made from your own little hands . You are just so full of suprises , how could he not love you even more ?

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💚Silver Vanrouge💚

Love language : Physical touch

1) Silver might not always be able to tell you "I love you" directly , unless you catch him lovingly mumbling it under his breath during one of his naps , or be able to spend as much time doing fun activities with you , but he is always up to cuddle , just wrapping you you up in his embrace and snuggling into you , giving you lots and lots of kisses all over your little face .

2) The only issue is that sometimes Silver's sleepyness can be so powerful , that he ends up trapping you in his warm embrace until he wakes up from his nap , which usually takes quite some time , so do be prepared to stay there for a while .

"... Mhm , you're so soft darling ~ Don't ... Go yet ~"

**Bonus headcannon [🎉] : "What makes them really flustered ?"

Silver : When you also return the physical affection . Cuddling with you as he sleeps is ptobably the highlight of his day , and he enjoys how soft and cuddly you are against him . Just the though of having you in his arms , all cuddled up against him .

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💚Sebek Zigvolt💚

Love language : Acts of service

1) Let's be honest , Sebek doesn't exactly have the best way with words , as no matter how he tries to word his feelings he always ends up sounding mean and bossy and aggresive .

2) And so , the only way for him to properly express his love for you is through his actions . Making sure that his darling is taking care of herself and eating proper healthy meals and sleeping the recommended amount , and doing little favours like helping you with homework , or carrying your books when they are too heavy for you to carry .

"Good morning my darling ! Have you eaten brealfast ? ... No ?!? *proceeds to get you something to eat while firmly lecturing you about how precious and valuable you are and how you should take care of yourself !*"

**Bonus headcannon [🎉] : "What makes them really flustered ?"

Sebek : Bold flirting , when his darling gets playful with her words , he just melts . How is he supposed to keep his composure and remain serious when you are calling him all these cutsey nicknames ?! Watching him just turn as red as a ripe tomato as he stumbles over his words is just the cutest thing ever ~

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(That's all !)

❤🧡💛💚💙💜

(A/N : I feel like Silver's and Lillia's didn't turn out as good but oh well T^T)

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Would you be willing to write future ROTTMNT leo nsfw..? Maybe after a mission or smth

New Supplies And Shower Moments (Fluff) (18+)

Future!Leonardo x reader

A/N: Of course I will! That old man lives rent free in my head. I’m actually surprised that I haven’t written anything for him before now. Dude could get it fr💙 Don't mind the strange ass title, I didn't know what to call this😂

Reader and Leo are in their mid to late 20’s. Takes place before Leo lost his arm, and the others died.

Warnings: Takes place during future Kraang invasion (almost no Kraang), shower sex, unprotected sex, orale - male receiving, standing doggy style.

The silence was loud in the darkness, with the smack of the metal latch ringing through Leo’s head, slowly disappearing with each of his heavy breaths, the bag of supplies hanging on his shoulder. And in the safety of the hidden bunker, Leo finally allowed himself to let his shoulder slump, letting him support himself on his knees, head spinning as he panted. Another successful supply search, with very few close calls with the Kraang.

Leo finally made his way down the stairs, making sure to lock every door behind him, descending further and further down, until he finally came to the door, with the familiar symbol of Donnie’s tech. It was a sight of comfort whenever Leo came this far. A reminder that he made it once again. A reminder that all of you would eat for another night.

Pushing the door open, Leo was pleased to find you curled up on an old comfy chair, not far from the door Leo just had stepped though, fast asleep. It warmed Leo’s heart, bringing a smile on to his tired face. Once again, you had waited for him to return to the lair, not leaving until you knew he was okay.

Leo took a moment to take in the features of your sleeping face, before going to the disheveled kitchen in order to drop off the newly gathered supplies. He then made his way back to you, and crouched down in front of the chair, still somehow managing to tower over you. With a soft smile, Leo reached a hand out for your face, before pushing a few strands of your hair back behind your ear. This caused you to stir ever so slightly in your sleep, one of your smaller hands reaching out for his, before pressing it against your cheek.

Leo chuckled, his thumb stroking your cheek as a small smile spread across your face. You opened your eyes, your beautiful orbs meeting Leo’s, showcasing the strong love you still had for him after all these years. All these years and all these horrific events, yet you were still very much in love with Neon Leon.

“Hey there, Sleeping Beauty”, Leo whispered, not wishing to wake up any other inhabitants of the lair.

“Hey”, you smiled, your small fingers wrapping around Leo’s much larger hand, the sight and feeling making Leo’s heart flutter. “Took you long enough”.

“Sorry, but a Kraang had decided to take a break in the middle of my usual route. Maybe I should just have asked it to move”, Leo said sarcastically with a glint in his eye.

“Maybe you should have”, you giggled, letting your hand run down Leo’s arm, feeling his muscles and the lair of sand on his skin. “You’re a little dusty”.

“Well, it’s like a sandstorm up there”, Leo said, watching your hand move over his arm, a shiver running down his back. But you were right. He was down right dirty, with dry sand in every winkle of his skin. It was actually quite irritating. Somehow he had not noticed it, blaming it on his survival instinct and adrenaline keeping him going on the world above, not becoming noticeable before allowing himself to feel safe and comfortable in your presence. “Maybe I should take a shower”.

“Sounds like a good idea”, you smiled, becoming more and more awake by each passing moment. “And now that you mention it”, you continued, sitting up so that you could stand. “I could use a shower too”.

Leo let out a hearty laugh, quickly quieting down, once he remembered his brothers and young Casey, sleeping in the rooms not so far away.

“Are you asking to shower with me?”, he asked, standing to his full height, standing tall over you. Yet your smile did not falter, and so you reached out for his hand once more, taking it in yours.

“Of course. Saving water while getting some eye candy. Sounds like an amazing idea”, you smiled.

And so, you and Leo made your way to the bathroom at the end of the hall, passing by all the rooms. In here, you and Leo did quick work of your clothing, turning on the water, waiting for just a few seconds, before stepping in. The luxury of waiting for the water to get warm, was not one you could afford in the lair these days. And just like showering had become a luxury, so had alone time between you and Leo got harder to come by. With your life having become a game of survival everyday, it was hard to find time to focus on your relationship, often having to give up on these sweet moments, for the benefits of all in the lair. And so, these times where you would try to save water together, turned into short moments of intense passion. So the moment you stepped into the shower with Leo, his large frame wrapped around you, pulling you in for a needy kiss, letting go of all emotions that had built up, ever since the last time you had been together - which had been too long ago.

You and Leo’s tongues clashed together, as the still cold water rained down your naked bodies, causing you to jump against Leo’s plastron with a small sound at the coldness. This made Leo chuckle against your lips, while his hands started wandering down from your waist to your ass cheeks, before grabbing both, kneading them in his hands, pushing your hips together in the move.

You placed your hand on Leo’s plastron, slowly moving them down over the hard surface, drawing a deep churr from deep within, causing the excitement to grow between your legs, as your fingers continued to move downwards. Leo’s breath hitched when one of your fingers graced the top of his cloaca, his fingers digging into your soft cheeks.

As your lips continued to move together, you let your index finger glide over the slit of Leo’s cloaca, enjoying the small shiver that ran through his body. One of his hands left your ass cheek, settling on your chest, where he started to roll your hard nipple between his fingers, making you sigh in delight against his lips. Coating your finger in the slick that was building up at his entrance, you slowly pushed your finger in, drawing a low moan from your boyfriend as he pulled from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, so he could watch your hands work on each other.

Leo spurred you on as your finger moved faster against him, drawing him closer and closer to his drop, murmuring sweet and dirty nothings while the water slowly turned warmer and warmer. However, it didn’t take long before Leo’s long thick shaft emerged from within him, dropping discreetly into the palm of your hand, drafting the size of your hand and fingers.

Biting your lip, you gave Leo a few tucks, before slowly getting down on your knees, making Leo moan at the feeling and sight, anticipation growing as he knew what you were intending to do.

On your knees, you wrapped your hands around Leo’s big and proud member, looking up at him through your eyelashes, slowly letting the tip of his spongy head. Leo groaned at the connection of your tongue with the tip of his shaft. Leaning over you, resting his head and forearm against the shower wall, he shelled you from the falling water, letting it fall against his shell, getting a better look of your wet form, and the curve of your lips as you started kissing up and down his length.

Leo enjoyed your soft torture for a moment, closing his eyes so he could get lost in the feeling of your lips moving along his sides, before you finally opened your mouth, taking as much of him as you could fit, into your mouth, using your hands to cover the rest of him.

“Fuck, babe”, Leo moaned in a low voice, as you started to bob your head with hallowed out cheeks, sending excitement straight to your core. “I fucking love your mouth, (Y/N)”. You answered this comment by speeding up your process, drawing another moan from your towering boyfriend. Leo’s other hand came to rest on your head, stroking your hair, pulling slightly on it when his head started hitting the back of your throat.

Panting with his short tail whipping around in excitement, feeling his high inching closer and closer, Leo grabbed a soft hold on your head, before thrusting into your mouth, his head spinning at the vibration of you moaning around him.

“I’m getting close, (Y/N)”, Leo said, his voice strained by his upcoming orgasm. “I’m gonna cum in your mouth. Fuck! I’m gonna cum in your mouth”.

And so, when Leo came with a loud outdrawn mouth, you swallowed every drop that he delivered, not letting anything go to waste. Once you were sure that you had gotten it all, you let go of Leo, pulling the head of his member out of his mouth with a small pop, before smiling sweetly up at him.

Leo’s strong hands pulled you up so that you were standing on your feet, before crashing his lips to yours once more, moaning when he could still taste himself on your lips.

Hungry sounds came from the two of you, as your hands moved around, and felt each other up with an eagerness, all while the shower water made your skin smooth and slick.

Leo pulled from the heavy kiss, breathing heavily in order to catch his breath. It was amazing how a make out session with you, could get his blood pumping like that.

“Turn around, babe”, Leo said in a deep raspy voice, his eyes hooded and filled with lust as he watched you, making sure to give your ass a small smack as you turned around, facing the shower wall, making you jump with a small sound.

Resting your hands on the cold tile wall, leaning forward so that you were pushing your behind up against Leo’s cloaca and his still hard member, you shot him a smile over your shoulder. A smile that caused a grumble to erupt from deep within Leo’s chest. With one hand he lifted one of your legs to the side, giving him the space he needed to press his member and cloaca up against you, his plastron coming to rest against your back, and his lips pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. You were about to turn, so that you could capture Leo’s lips with your own, but instead you were met by his beautiful eyes, along with the feeling of his member being pushed in between you slick and needy folds. Keeping your eyes locked with Leo, your mouth turned into an open gasp, letting out a moan as he stretched you out, a very slight pain stinging when he pushed in, but very soon turning into pleasure, as he pulled halfway out, only to thrust into you again.

With each thrust, you were pushed up against the cold tile wall, your nipples hardening even further, with your mind already growing hazy at the pleasure Leo brought upon you. If it wasn’t for the arm holding your leg up, and the other one wrapped around your waist, holding your hips firmly against Leo, you would have stumbled long ago.

Your cheek fell against the wall, with your mouth still wide open, and your eyes having a hard time focusing on anything other than Leo’s form over your shoulder. The way he gritted his teeth, pushed his brows together in concentration, and grunted with every hard increasingly hard thrust into you, feeling your walls growing tighter around him. You would not be lasting long if he continued like that.

You were not sure if it was a drool of water from the shower head above, that ran down your lower lip, chin and neck, or if it was your own slick that dripped down the insides of your thigh.

“Leo!”, you let out, finally feeling able to form words. The only word being the name of the man that was fucking you into what felt like heaven. Heaven in a shower stall.

“I know, babe”, Leo said, sounding as reassuring as possible, placing a kiss against your shoulder. “I can feel you. Let go, (Y/N). Cum for me, babe”.

You could not describe it, but there was just something about the way Leo would reassure and speak sweetly to you, while fucking your brains out. Sometimes it was a hard contrast, and sometimes it fitted perfectly together. But each and every time, it worked like a charm on you, bringing you that much closer to an orgasm with his penis stuffed inside you. And this time was no different.

With a high pitched cry of pleasure, you felt yourself letting go as Leo reached deep inside you, hitting that familiar place that brought pleasure throughout your body. Squishing your eyes shut, your walls closed in around Leo, making him moan as he felt his second orgasm make its way. Thrusting frantically into you, drawing out your orgasm while chasing his own, Leo finally came, unloading himself into you, his heavy breathing hitting your earlobe, making you shiver.

With Leo pulling out of you, you felt his warm white droplets run down your legs, showcasing the mess he had managed to create inside of you. With a small chuckle, Leo slowly get you leg down, letting you turn around on your wobbly feet, before pulling you close once more and placing a sweet kiss to your lips, enjoying the still fucked you look on your face.

“Now, let’s get you cleaned so we can go to bed”, Leo said, always letting one hand stay on you as he reached for the soap.

[casuallyimagining]

7pm || joshua

joshua hong x reader

"be here with me" genre: fluff | wc: 621

my love 💙: see you at 7?

Joshua is exhausted.

It’s been a long day. Too much work, not nearly enough time. He feels like he’s been running all day, even though he hadn’t even had time to go to the gym. The exhaustion rests deep in his bones, leaves him sluggish, turns his muscles to lead. But still, he responds to your text almost immediately

my place??

my love 💙: see you then 😘

It’s been almost a week since he’s seen you last, and he’d be lying to say that you hadn’t been on his mind every free second he had. This morning, when he’d been stuck in traffic, he kept thinking about how much he loves when you talk to the cars in front of you. And when he’d taken a break to scarf down a protein bar, he’d imagined how much you would scold him for not taking time to eat a proper meal.

When your knock echoes through the entryway, he has never been so happy that you tend to be early. Joshua considers himself to be a patient man, but the amount of time that it takes you to toe off your shoes and slip into the slippers he keeps for you is maddening. But then you hold up the takeout bag you’re carrying–as if he hadn’t clocked it the second he’d opened the door–and grin, a wide, silly thing that makes his heart flutter and he can’t help but cup your cheeks and kiss you. It’s quick, but he can feel some of the tension of the day melt away like it’s nothing.

You put on his favorite playlist while he grabs plates–it’s cheesy, but it’s only his favorite playlist because you’d made it for him, back when you were still just friends–and you’re singing along before he’s even back from the kitchen. It’s cute, he thinks. You’re cute.

And even though he’s tired, even though he knows that he should go to bed early so that he’s at his best tomorrow, just this once, he decides to be a little selfish. 

So he sings along. And when night falls and the stars come out, he pulls you into his arms and dances with you. It’s awkward–the song you’re dancing to is not slow, but he sways you gently anyway, making up the beat as he goes–but your laugh has him entirely smitten and he’d do anything to keep it going.

Eventually, though, you yawn, and as much as Joshua wants to, he can’t keep up this impromptu date when you’re starting to get tired.

“I should get going,” you admit softly, though you don’t even try to get up. His legs are draped over your lap, but if you made even the slightest effort to move, he’d get up.

“Stay here tonight,” he offers.

You don’t protest. You have off tomorrow, even if he doesn’t, and you’ve never said no to spending more time together. Your head falls back against the cushions of the couch, and you watch him quietly, tracing patterns into his joggers with the tip of your finger.

“Do you get a break tomorrow at all?”

And he legitimately has to think about it. Does his schedule have a break built in? He isn’t sure. But your hand is warm on his leg, and he finds himself saying, “Yeah. Probably sometime in the morning.” 

“Want me to bring coffee?”

“That would be amazing.”

You smile, tired eyes reflecting a softness that he can feel, deep in his chest. And whatever tension he had left from earlier, the headache and the exhaustion, it feels lighter, more manageable. Nothing else matters, he’ll endure it all, as long as you’re here with him.

[leviathans-watching]

can I request a gn mc asking the brothers (and maybe dateables too if you want) to play with their wings/tail? I’ve always had the urge to just mess with Mammons wings and Levi’s tail especially

it’s okay if you don’t want to do it tho! Thank you :) 💙

touching the brothers' tails/horns/etc.

includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .7k | rated t | m.list | pt 2

a/n: wow i almost want to explore lucifer's a lot further </3 anyway i hope you enjoy and ty for requesting! my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, or req so come stop by!!

reblogs are greatly appreciated!

➳ lucifer stiffens as he feels your hands gently running through the feathers of his wings. you slow, but when he reminds silent, pick up the action again, every movement intentional and soft. it feels so good. lucifer cannot remember the last time someone other than himself had touched his wings. after he became a devil, they were something he was ashamed of for a long time and his brothers quickly learned they were no longer to touch them, and by the time he’d be okay with it, it was too late. but your touch feels like heaven, and lucifer’s afraid to look at your face out of fear of revulsion, he can’t find himself to pull away either.

➳ mammon yelps when he feels a touch on his wings, turning quickly. you yank your hand back, apologetic. “you’re good to touch them,” he says, “i was just surprised.” taking his invitation, you stroke the bones, following them from the bottom up, moving to the skin on his back. he shivers as you trace your way across his veins, feeling oddly exposed. but it also feels kind of nice, like you’re scratching an itch he hadn’t realized he had.

➳ levi flushes when his tail lashes, bumping against your leg. “sorry, it has a mind of its own,” he says, and you laugh. without asking, you run a hand down the scales, scratching your fingernails carefully over the smooth surface. “that feels good,” levi whispers, and you smile, continuing to run your hand up and down and up and down. honestly, the touch is more soothing that he’d have thought, and before he knows it, he’s half asleep, leaning against your side.

➳ satan wakes up with his head in your lap. he must have fallen asleep reading. as he gets his thoughts in order, he realizes he’s in his demon form, and you’re gently scratching his head, running your hands across his horns in a slow, repetitive motion. nobody’s ever touched his horns like that before. with his brothers, they were merely a place to grab onto when they scuffled, and he himself had never paid much attention to them, simply accepting them as part of his appearance, but your touch is making him reevaluate everything. content to stay where and as he is, he lets his eyes slip shut once more but doesn't sleep, simply reveling in your touch.

➳ asmo giggles as he feels you stroke his wing. “that tickles!” you chuckle, smearing lotion across the course skin, making sure to get every wrinkle and fold. asmo’d never been able to reach all of his wings himself, and only was able to convince one of his brothers to help once in a blue moon, so hanging out around to help him groom and moisturize was truly amazing. especially since you were so gentle and careful, your attention to detail showing in every movement. your hands felt nothing like his brothers’, and for that, asmo was immensely grateful.

➳ beel shivers as your fingers follow the striped birthmarks that go down his neck and collarbone. your fingers are slightly cold, especially considering he runs warm, and the touch feels almost ghostly with how light your touch is. it’s amazing, really, as you make every part of him feel special, including the parts he'd never cared about before, like his markings. your hands dips lower for a brief moment, to his chest, and he inhales slightly, but it doesn’t linger, moving back up before he knows it. his heart pounds behind his ribs and he’s sure that if your fingers were to explore the area over it, you’d be able to tell.

➳ belphie flinches as you touch his tail. “i know it looks soft but there are thorns in there,” he says, striving for casualness. “so don’t complain if you get pricked.” your hands slow down slightly, but you don’t pull away, combing out the hair at the end of it. it’s frightfully tangled but you’re patient and belphie knows that when you finish it will be fully untangled and neat. your administrations feel kind of nice, actually, but he wouldn’t dare admit it. (something in him tells him you know that already anyway, so what’s the point?)

[lila-lou]

✨His second exception - Pt. 12/?✨

Summary: The moment Ben found out you were pregnant was probably the happiest moment of his life. However, happiness proved fleeting. Now, he is faced with the aftermath of his shattered dreams. Of what is left of you, and what is left of him.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, teasing, kinda kinky, Language, fluff

Word Count: 7454

A/N: This is the sequel to “His only exeption” - and Part 12 of "His second exception".

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

It wasn’t until three weeks later, in the middle of the night, that Ben came home from another mission. Even though you didn’t like him going on missions, you knew it helped him stay less on edge.

You had just finally fallen asleep, having been pretty tired all day.

Ben tried his best to be quiet, even opting to shower in the guest bathroom to avoid waking you up. He knew how grumpy you could get when woken up unexpectedly. But as he walked into the dark bedroom, with only a towel around his waist, he stumbled against one of the three big moving boxes placed randomly in the middle of the room.

He cursed quietly, the sound just loud enough to stir you from your sleep. “What the fuck…”, he muttered under his breath, trying to regain his balance.

You groggily sat up, rubbing your eyes. “Ben? Is that you?”, you asked, your voice thick with sleep.

“Yeah, it’s me”, he replied, sounding a bit frustrated. “What’s with these fucking boxes in the middle of the room?”.

You yawned and stretched, blinking as you tried to wake up fully. “I’ve been sorting through some old stuff”, you explained. “I didn’t realize you’d be back so soon, or I would have moved them out of the way”.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his grumpy and annoyed face as you turned on the soft bed lamp, casting a warm glow across the room. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to turn our bedroom into an obstacle course”, you teased, the amusement clear in your voice.

Ben grumbled good-naturedly, shaking his head as he moved around the boxes to reach you. “Next time, leave me a fucking map or something”, he said, his irritation melting away as he saw your sleepy smile.

You patted the spot next to you on the bed, and he dropped the towel before slipping under the covers. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. The familiar warmth and scent of him brought an immediate sense of comfort and security.

“I missed you”, you murmured, resting your head against his chest. “How was the mission?”.

Ben sighed, his voice filled with a mixture of exhaustion and relief. “Too long”, he mumbled, his hands already moving to unbutton your silk pajama shirt. As he found your bare skin, he pressed his face between your breasts, seeking the comfort and closeness he had missed.

You chuckled tiredly, running your fingers through his hair. “Ben”, you murmured softly, a smile playing on your lips.

But he had no intention of stopping. “You’re already awake”, he said, his voice low and filled with a teasing edge. “Might as well make the most of it”.

Without waiting for a no—knowing full well it would come since you were quite tired—Ben’s lips closed around one of your nipples. He sucked gently at first, then bit down a bit harder, just enough to send a jolt of sensation through you. It was a calculated move, one he knew would rouse you more fully.

You gasped, your eyes widening as the sharp pleasure-pain combination made your heart race. “Ben”, you protested weakly, though you could feel your body responding, waking up to his touch.

He smirked against your skin, his tongue flicking out to soothe the slight sting. “See? Much more awake now”, he murmured, his hands moving to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples.

Despite your initial protest, you couldn’t deny the growing heat between your legs. Ben’s hands and mouth worked their magic, his touch both commanding and tender. His lips traveled lower, leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach.

You arched your back, your fingers tangling in his hair as he continued his journey downward. “Ben, please…”, you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of need and exhaustion.

He paused, looking up at you with dark, hungry eyes. “Please what?”, he teased, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your thighs.

“Please… don’t stop”, you admitted, your voice barely more than a breath.

His grin widened, a triumphant glint in his eyes. “I wasn’t planning to”.

He took his time, savoring every inch of you as his lips continued their descent. His fingers maintained their gentle, teasing circles on your thighs, coaxing your legs apart. The anticipation built with each passing second, your breath coming in shallow, eager gasps.

His mouth finally reached your core, and he nuzzled you gently, inhaling your scent. “You’re always so responsive”, he murmured, his voice vibrating against your most sensitive spot. The sensation made you shiver.

With agonizing slowness, he began to tease you with his tongue, tracing light, featherlike patterns over your folds. You moaned softly, your hips instinctively arching towards him, seeking more of his touch. His hands tightened on your thighs, holding you firmly in place as he continued his slow, deliberate exploration.

“Ben…", you gasped, the need in your voice unmistakable.

He responded by pressing his tongue flat against you, dragging it from your entrance to your clit in a long, deliberate stroke. The sensation was electric, sending a surge of pleasure through your body. You moaned louder, your fingers tightening in his hair.

He circled your clit with his tongue, each movement precise and calculated to drive you wild. The intensity of his focus, the way he knew exactly what you needed, was almost overwhelming. You could feel the pressure building inside you, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with every flick of his tongue.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, Ben added his fingers to the mix. One slid inside you easily, curling upward to find that perfect spot. He moved slowly at first, matching the rhythm of his tongue, but gradually increased the pace, driving you higher and higher.

Ben continued his exquisite torture, his fingers and tongue working in perfect harmony to drive you to the brink of ecstasy. Just as you were about to topple over the edge, he suddenly pulled away, leaving you gasping and trembling with unfulfilled need.

You let out a frustrated whine, your eyes flashing with a mixture of desire and annoyance. “Ben”, you protested, your voice breathless. “Why did you stop?”.

He smirked, clearly enjoying your frustration. “Just reminding you how easily I can make you come”, he teased, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your inner thighs. “But only when I want to”.

You glared at him, your body aching for release. “You’re such a dick”, you shot back, though there was no real venom in your words.

Ben’s smirk widened at your frustration. “Oh, come on now”, he said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Isn’t this fun for you too?”.

You let out a low growl, your body trembling with the need for release. “Ben”, you begged, your voice cracking with desperation.

He laughed softly, the sound both infuriating and intoxicating. “I love seeing you like this”, he murmured, his fingers ghosting over your heated skin, never quite giving you what you craved. “So needy, so desperate for me”.

You couldn’t take it anymore. With a burst of frustration and determination, you pushed against his chest, catching him off guard. He stumbled back, falling onto the mattress beside you, a look of surprise and amusement on his face.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, you climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and pinning him down. “You want to tease?”, you challenged, your voice low and throaty. “Let’s see how you like it”.

Ben’s eyes darkened with desire, his hands instinctively moving to your hips. “Oh, I like this side of you”, he murmured, his voice filled with appreciation.

You smirked down at him, the rush of power intoxicating. “Do you now?”, you mocked. “Let’s see how much you like it when you’re the one begging”.

His eyes flashed with a mixture of amusement and challenge. But your words had struck a nerve, and you saw a flicker of something darker in his gaze. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin with a force that made you gasp.

The pressure was almost painful, but you could see the struggle in his eyes as he tried to balance his strength and control. “Careful now”, he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re playing with fire”.

You leaned down, your breath hot against his ear. “I can handle the heat”, you whispered, your tone filled with confidence.

Ben’s grip tightened even more, and you felt the sharp bite of his fingers against your flesh. The pain mingled with pleasure, sending a shiver through your body. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the bruising of his massive ego battling with his desire to dominate.

“Is that so?”, he challenged, his voice rough.

With a sudden, forceful move, he flipped you onto your back, his body hovering over you. The change in position was so swift it left you breathless, and you found yourself pinned beneath him, his weight pressing you into the mattress.

He stared down at you, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and lust. “You think you can handle this?”, he demanded, his voice a low growl.

With those words, Ben thrust inside you with a forceful motion, knocking the air out of your lungs. A sharp pain shot through you, mingling with the intense pleasure that followed. You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as you tried to steady yourself.

“Ben”, you breathed, a mix of pain and arousal coloring your voice. Despite the initial discomfort, you couldn’t deny how hot it felt, the raw intensity of his need mirroring your own.

He smirked down at you, his eyes dark and intense. “Told you”, he growled, his hips pulling back before driving into you again with the same unrelenting force.

Your body arched beneath him, a cry escaping your lips. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that left you trembling. “Ben…please…”, you gasped, though whether you were begging for more or for mercy, you couldn’t be sure.

His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers leaving bruises you knew you’d feel later. “I’m not stopping”, he muttered, his voice rough and filled with determination. “Not until I’ve fucked that attitude out of you”.

You knew how to push his buttons, and despite the force of his thrusts, you found the strength to meet his gaze with a defiant smirk. “Is that the best you can do?”, you taunted, your voice breathless but challenging. “I thought you were stronger than this”.

His eyes darkened further, a dangerous glint appearing as your words struck a nerve. He growled, the sound low and primal, and shifted his grip, one hand moving to your throat. The pressure was firm but not enough to cut off your air, just enough to remind you of his power.

“You really want to test me?”, he snarled, his hips driving into you with even more intensity. The hand on your throat tightened slightly, enough to make your breath hitch but not to truly harm. “I can fucking break you”, he warned, his voice a mix of anger and arousal.

The pressure around your throat, combined with the relentless force of his thrusts, sent a shiver of both fear and excitement through you. You knew you were pushing him to his limits, and it thrilled you. “Do it”, you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath.

He didn’t know why he couldn’t hold back as well as he usually could with you. Maybe it was the way you pushed him, the way you taunted him, or the way you looked at him with such defiance and desire. And you, you didn’t understand why you wanted him to fuck you this hard, to push you to your limits. Maybe it was the thrill of the danger, the raw power and intensity he exuded, or the way he made you feel alive.

Both of you knew that if his control slipped completely, he could easily hurt you, even kill you. But right now, you were lost in the heat of the moment, consumed by your need for each other.

Ben’s thrusts became even more powerful, each one driving you further into the mattress. The pressure on your throat increased just enough to make your breath hitch, but still not enough to truly harm you. It was a delicate balance, one that he maintained with surprising precision even in his heightened state.

“You’re mine”, he growled, his voice filled with a primal possessiveness. “Only mine”.

Your response was a breathless moan, your body arching up to meet his thrusts. “Yours”, you gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders. “Only yours”.

The admission seemed to fuel his desire even more. His movements became more desperate, more intense, driving you both closer to the edge. The room was filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing, the slap of skin against skin, and the occasional low growl from Ben.

The pleasure and pain blended together into a whirlwind of sensation. Every thrust, every squeeze of his hand around your throat, every brush of his skin against yours sent you spiraling higher and higher. You could feel the tension building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment.

Finally, the pressure became too much to bear. With one final, powerful thrust, Ben sent you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, a wave of intense pleasure that left you trembling and gasping for breath. Your vision blurred, your body shaking with the force of it.

His thrusts remained powerful, unrelenting, each movement drawing him closer to his climax.

“Look at you”, he growled, his voice husky and breathless. “So desperate, so needy for me”.

You could only respond with incoherent moans, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Your nails raked down his back, leaving red trails in their wake, but Ben barely noticed. His focus was entirely on you, on the way your body reacted to him.

“You love this, don’t you?”, he continued, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to make your breath hitch again. “You love being mine".

You nodded weakly, your eyes meeting his. “Yes”, you whispered, your voice trembling. “I love it. I love you”.

The admission sent a fresh wave of desire through Ben. He drove into you harder, faster, his control slipping further with each thrust. “Good”, he growled, his breath hot against your ear. “Because I’m never letting you go”.

With a final, powerful thrust, he reached his climax, his release spilling into you with an intensity that left you both breathless. He held you tightly, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.

For a few moments, neither of you moved. You were both too spent, too overwhelmed by the intensity of what had just happened. Ben’s body pressed heavily against yours, his breath warm and ragged against your neck. You felt the rapid thudding of his heart against your chest,

Slowly, Ben’s grip on your throat loosened, his fingers trailing gently down to rest on your collarbone. He raised his head slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. The dark, intense desire had softened, replaced by a tender concern. “You´re okay?”, he asked, his voice a hushed whisper filled with sincerity.

You nodded weakly, a satisfied smile spreading across your lips. “Yeah”, you whispered back, your voice hoarse but content. “More than okay”.

Ben’s expression softened even further, and he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. His lips lingered there for a moment before he pulled back, his eyes searching your face for any signs of discomfort. Seeing none, he let out a relieved sigh, his shoulders relaxing as he held you close.

Gently, he eased himself off of you, careful not to cause any more discomfort. He settled beside you, pulling you into his arms. The warmth of his body enveloped you, and you nestled into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished.

His fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, the gentle touch a stark contrast to the intensity of moments before. “You really drive me fucking nuts, you know that?”, he murmured, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, your own chuckle blending with his. “I could say the same about you”, you teased, your voice a gentle murmur as you nestled closer to him. “But I think that’s part of what makes this work, don’t you?”.

Ben’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and affection. “Yeah, it definitely keeps things interesting”, he agreed, his fingers continuing their soothing patterns on your back.

You traced a lazy pattern on his chest with your finger, feeling the rise and fall of his breaths.

"You know”, he began, his tone teasing, “you could have just asked nicely if you wanted to get fucked harder”.

You rolled your eyes, a soft laugh escaping your lips. “Oh, please”, you mumbled, shaking your head. “You never do that because you’re always afraid of hurting me”.

Ben’s smirk softened into a more thoughtful expression. “Yeah, well, it’s not like I don’t have good reason to be careful”, he replied, his fingers continuing their gentle movements on your back.

“By the way”, you whispered, pulling away from him. You slipped your arms into the sleeves of your pajama shirt but didn’t bother buttoning it up, knowing Ben would likely unbutton it anyway after what you were about to show him. Holding your shirt closed with one hand, you walked towards the bathroom, the anticipation building.

Ben watched you curiously, his eyes following your every movement. “What are you up to now?”, he asked, his tone a mix of amusement and intrigue.

You emerged from the bathroom holding a small bag, your heart pounding with excitement and nerves. Ben’s eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity as you walked back to the bed, holding the bag out to him.

“What’s this?”, he asked, sitting up and taking the bag from your hand.

“Just open it”, you said softly, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Ben carefully opened the bag, his eyes widening as he pulled out the positive pregnancy test.

For a moment, he just stared at it, his expression shifting from confusion to realization and then to pure, unfiltered joy.

“You’re…?”, he began, his voice thick with emotion.

You nodded, tears of happiness welling up in your eyes. “Yeah”.

Ben’s face lit up with joy, a wide smile breaking through as he processed the news, but the mood shifted almost instantly. In a spontaneous reaction, he pushed against your shoulder. It was meant to be a light, playful shove, but his strength sent you tumbling back into the pillows. “And you let me do this to you?! The fuck is wrong with you”, he grumbled, a mix of worry and confusion in his tone, referencing the intensity of your fucking just minutes ago.

You looked up at him, biting back a laugh at his exaggerated concern. “Ben, relax. It’s fine… We’re fine”, you reassured him, trying to soothe his sudden surge of protectiveness.

He wasn’t entirely convinced, his brows knitting together as he hovered over you. “You’re not getting fucked for a long time for this”, he declared, raising a finger sternly. But his attempt at seriousness faltered, his lips twitching into a smile that he couldn’t quite suppress.

You laughed, reaching up to pull him down for a kiss. “Is that supposed to be punishment or protection?”, you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Ben chuckled, the tension easing from his shoulders. “Maybe a bit of both”, he admitted, his voice softening.

With a gentle but firm motion, he pulled you onto his lap, his hands settling protectively on your stomach. His large palms nearly covered your entire belly, and he closed his eyes, concentrating deeply. You watched him, curiosity and love mingling in your gaze.

After a few moments, his eyes opened, and a wide, genuine smile spread across his face. “There it is”, he murmured, his voice filled with awe. He could feel the faint, delicate heartbeat of your baby, just beginning its journey of life.

"You can sense it?".

Ben’s eyes sparkled with joy and pride as he looked at you, his hands still resting gently on your stomach. “You still doubt my abilities?”, he asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “No, I never doubted you. I just… I didn’t expect you to be able to feel it so soon”, you admitted, your voice filled with wonder.

He grinned, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m not your average guy”, he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed your amusement. “I guess not”, you replied, leaning in to kiss him softly. “You’re extraordinary in so many ways”.

Ben leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. The warmth and tenderness of the moment enveloped you both, making everything else fade into the background. As he pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, he murmured, “Mmhmm, tell me about it”.

You laughed softly, your breath mingling with his. “Well, let’s see”, you began, your voice filled with affection. “You’re strong, protective, and you have this incredible ability to make me feel safe and loved no matter what”.

His grin widened, his eyes sparkling with joy. “Keep going”, he urged playfully, his hands gently squeezing your hips.

You shook your head, a mock exasperated expression on your face. “You’re also incredibly stubborn and a bit of a show-off”, you teased, poking his chest lightly.

Ben raised an eyebrow and whispered against your lips, “Uh-uh, wrong way, baby. Turn around”, referring to you getting back on his good side.

You laughed, the sound bubbling up from deep within you. “Okay, okay”, you conceded, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re also incredibly charming, unbelievably handsome, and you have this annoying way of making me fall in love with you more every day”.

His eyes softened, and he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. “That’s more like it”, he said, his voice filled with warmth.

You felt a surge of emotion as you looked into his eyes, knowing that despite his tough exterior, he had a heart that beat just for you. “I love you, Ben”, you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.

He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently over your cheeks. “I love you too”, he replied, his voice steady and unwavering. “More than anything”.

There was a comfortable silence between you, the warmth of the moment wrapping around you like a soft blanket. Ben’s fingers gently traced patterns on your back, his touch light and reassuring.

Then, breaking the quiet, he mumbled, “You never told me how it really was for you”.

You looked up at him, a questioning gaze meeting his. “What do you mean?”, you asked softly.

He smirked slightly. “You know, when I took your little precious virginity”, he teased, his voice a playful growl.

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and nostalgia. “Oh, that”, you said, trying to mask your shyness with a playful tone.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not letting you off the hook that easily. “Yeah, that”, he said, his voice dropping to a more serious, inquisitive tone. “I never asked because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I’ve always wondered. Was it okay for you? Did I hurt you?”.

You sighed, your mind drifting back to that night. It had been intense, overwhelming, and filled with a whirlwind of emotions. “It was… a lot”, you admitted, your voice honest. “You were intense, but you were also incredibly tender and careful. I was nervous and excited, and you made me feel safe. It was perfect in its own way”.

Even though you just told him it was perfect, the words before lingered in his mind and he wasn’t quite satisfied. “A lot”, he repeated, his tone thoughtful. “That doesn’t sound like it was all good”.

You bit your lip, sensing his concern. “Well, Ben, your… size isn’t exactly average”, you admitted with a shy smile. “And being a virgin, it wasn’t as smooth as I might have hoped. But you were so patient and gentle when I needed you to be”.

Even though Ben never was the type to be gentle or considerate, he had made an exception for you and continued to do so.

But he would never completely admit to it. You looked up at him, seeing that he was still processing your words. You sighed softly, cupping his face in your hands.

“Ben”, you said gently, forcing him to meet your gaze. “You were amazing, okay? You still are. I wouldn’t change anything about that night, or any night since”.

His eyes softened slightly, but there was still a flicker of doubt. “I just want to make sure I’m not hurting you”, he murmured, his hands resting on your hips, his touch tender.

You smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “You’re not hurting me. I trust you”.

He sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing a little. You watched him closely, still cupping his face, and asked gently, “Where is this coming from, Ben?”.

He pressed his lips together in a tight, almost reluctant smile. His eyes flicked down to your belly before meeting your gaze again. “If this is gonna be a girl”, he said, pointing toward your belly, “I’m gonna lose my fucking shit”.

You blinked in surprise, then a smile broke across your face. “Why?”, you asked, amusement lacing your tone.

Ben’s eyes softened, and he seemed to be wrestling with his thoughts. “I just… I want to protect her. I know how the world can be, especially for girls”. He paued. “And if she’s anything like you… I don’t know if I can handle it”, he mumbled.

“Like me?”, you raised an eyebrow, grinning.

“Yeah”, he said, his voice a mix of frustration and admiration. “Choosing someone like me, a fucking supe with a tendency to lose control for her fucking first time ever. That was a fucking stupid idea”.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Ben, it wasn’t a stupid idea. It was the best decision I ever made. I love you, and I wanted my first time to be with someone I trust completely”.

“You really mean that?”, Ben asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of doubt.

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly. “Yes, I really mean that. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way”.

Ben’s expression softened further, and he pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours. “I just… I know I can be a lot to handle”.

You chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “You are a lot, but that’s part of why I love you. You’re passionate, strong, and you care so deeply. And you’ve always been so careful with me, even when you’re being intense”.

Ben pressed his lips against yours, the intensity of his emotions flowing through the kiss. It was as if he couldn’t handle the depth of your dedication, the sincerity of your words. You felt his hands tighten around you, pulling you closer, needing the physical connection to ground him.

The kiss deepened, filled with a mixture of passion, gratitude, and a fierce protectiveness. Ben’s fingers threaded through your hair, holding you to him as if he never wanted to let go. You responded in kind, your arms wrapping around his neck, drawing him closer still.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. Ben’s eyes were dark with emotion, his voice husky as he spoke. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m not letting go. Ever”.

You smiled, your heart swelling with love. “And I’m not going anywhere”, you whispered back, your fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw.

With that, Ben gently pressed your head against his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you protectively. You could hear the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, a comforting rhythm that grounded you both. “We’re gonna have a fucking baby”, he mumbled, still in awe at the reality of it. The wonder in his voice made your heart swell even more.

You snuggled closer, feeling the warmth of his body seep into yours. “Yes, we are”, you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of excitement and tenderness.

Ben held you tightly, his hand moving to rest on your belly once again. He was still processing the enormity of the news, the joy and the concern intertwined in his mind. He would never admit it, but a part of him had been worried that maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t get pregnant again after the loss you both had endured.

But here you were, a new life growing inside you. The thought filled him with a fierce determination to protect you both, to ensure that nothing would harm you or the baby.

As the minutes passed, the emotional intensity of the moment began to ebb, replaced by a deep sense of contentment. Your eyelids grew heavy, the exhaustion from the day and the overwhelming emotions finally catching up to you. Ben’s hands continued their gentle caress on your belly, the repetitive motion soothing and comforting.

Gradually, your breathing slowed, matching the calm rhythm of his. Ben noticed the change, a tender smile spreading across his face as he realized you were falling asleep in his arms. He adjusted his position slightly, making sure you were comfortable without waking you.

The room was quiet, the only sound the gentle hum of the night outside and the soft rustle of the sheets as Ben shifted to hold you more securely. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there as he whispered, “I love you”.

You mumbled something unintelligible in response, already halfway to dreamland. Ben chuckled softly, his heart swelling with love and pride. With you nestled safely in his arms, Ben allowed himself to relax, his own eyes growing heavy.

The following week felt like an eternity as you and Ben waited for your first appointment at the Vought hospital. Ben’s overprotectiveness reached new heights, as he tried to shield you from any possible work or stress. While his intentions were pure, his constant hovering drove you nearly crazy. He did try his best to give you some space, finding tasks that didn’t require physical effort for you to do, but it was still a delicate balance.

Today, however, was the day of your appointment. As you prepared to leave for the hospital, Ben’s concern was palpable. He made sure you were comfortable in the car, fussing over every little detail.

The drive to the hospital was quiet, both of you lost in your thoughts. Ben’s hand never left yours, his grip firm yet gentle. When you arrived, he helped you out of the car, his protective instincts kicking in once more as he guided you into the building.

The familiar surroundings of the Vought hospital brought back a flood of memories, some bittersweet, but you pushed them aside, focusing on the hope and excitement of the present moment. The receptionist greeted you warmly, and after a short wait, you were led to the examination room.

Dr. Collins quickly joined you, a soft smile on her lips. “It’s good to see you both again”, she said gently, her eyes kind and understanding. “How have you been?”.

You exchanged a glance with Ben, who gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “We’ve been alright”, you replied, your voice steady. “Just really looking forward to today”.

She nodded, understanding the mix of anticipation and nerves that came with this visit. “Well, let’s get started then”, she said, motioning for you to lie down on the examination table. “We’ll need to do an internal ultrasound to confirm the pregnancy and check on everything”.

A wave of nervousness washed over you as you began to undress from the hips down. Ben noticed the anxiety in your eyes and leaned in close, his voice low and teasing. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m sure Dr. Collins has seen plenty of asses, but none as fine as yours”.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, his attempt at easing your nerves working slightly. “You’re impossible”, you murmured, giving him a playful shove as you folded your clothes neatly on a nearby chair.

As you settled onto the examination table, your heart raced. The cold air of the room made you shiver slightly, and you felt exposed and vulnerable. Ben stayed close, holding your hand firmly in his, his presence a steady comfort.

Dr. Collins adjusted the equipment, her movements professional and reassuring. “Alright, this might feel a bit uncomfortable, but it shouldn’t be painful”, she explained as she prepared the ultrasound probe. “Just take deep breaths and try to relax”.

Ben leaned down, whispering in your ear. “You’ve handled worse, trust me. Remember that one time in the kitchen?”.

You shot him a look, half-annoyed, half-amused. “Ben, now is not the time”, you hissed, though his words did manage to distract you a bit from your anxiety.

As Dr. Collins began the procedure, you focused on the feeling of Ben’s hand in yours, his thumb gently stroking your skin. The initial discomfort eased as you took deep breaths, your body gradually relaxing into the process.

After a few moments, the screen flickered to life. Dr. Collins moved the probe with practiced ease, searching for the tiny life growing inside you. “There it is”, she said softly, turning the screen so you and Ben could see. The tiny, flickering heartbeat was clearly visible, and the sound of it filled the room. "Not hiding this time".

Tears welled up in your eyes, a mixture of relief and overwhelming joy washing over you. Ben’s grip on your hand tightened.

“Everything looks perfect”, Dr. Collins confirmed, her voice warm and reassuring. “The heartbeat is strong and healthy”.

Ben let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, a smile breaking across his face.

Dr. Collins continued the examination, her eyes focused on the screen and her hands moving expertly. She filled out your file, noting the strong heartbeat and other vital details. Then she turned to you, her expression gentle but professional.

“How have you been feeling?”, she asked, pen poised over your chart.

You took a deep breath, glancing at Ben before answering. “Mostly just really tired”, you admitted. “I’ve been exhausted all the time”.

Dr. Collins nodded, jotting down your symptoms. “Fatigue is common in early pregnancy”, she explained. “But it’s good that you’re mentioning it. We want to monitor everything closely, especially given your history”.

She paused, her gaze shifting between you and Ben, her tone becoming more serious. “I also want to talk to you about V medication”, she said. “Given that he", she nodded ftowards Ben, "is a supe, we need to be vigilant for any symptoms that shouldn’t be present in a normal pregnancy, or if you start experiencing typical symptoms much too early or too intensely”.

Ben’s grip on your hand tightened slightly, his protective instincts kicking in. “What kind of symptoms should we be looking out for?”, he asked, his voice steady but concerned.

Dr. Collins sighed softly, her expression somber. “Things like extreme pain, rapid weight gain or loss, abnormal bleeding, or any unusual abilities manifesting”, she listed.

Ben and you nodded, absorbing the information and letting Dr. Collins finish her tests. As she worked, you shared what your parents had revealed about the V traces in your blood, explaining the unexpected discovery. Dr. Collins listened intently, her interest piqued.

“That’s very interesting”, she said, taking note. “We should run some additional tests to get a clearer picture of how this might impact your pregnancy”. She quickly gathered a few blood samples, labeling them meticulously.

After completing the tests, Dr. Collins turned to a small printer beside the ultrasound machine. “I’m going to print out some ultrasound pictures for you”, she said, her voice warm. As the images emerged, she handed them to Ben with a smile. “These are for you two to keep. It’s always special to have these early moments captured”.

Ben took the pictures, his eyes softening as he looked at the tiny life growing inside you. He handed one to you, and you both marveled at the image, a tangible proof of the new life you were creating together.

Dr. Collins then handed you a pregnancy journal. “I want you to document everything you’re feeling, every symptom, no matter how minor it may seem”, she instructed. “We’ll need to monitor you closely, so I’m ordering you to come in for a check-up at least once a week. And if anything strange or unusual happens, you need to contact me immediately”.

You nodded, feeling a mix of reassurance and responsibility. “We will”, you promised, your hand tightening around Ben’s.

Dr. Collins smiled warmly. “You’re in good hands. We’ll take every precaution to ensure a healthy pregnancy for both you and the baby”.

As the two of you stood in the elevator, Ben’s hand rested gently on your lower back. His presence was a constant source of reassurance and warmth. He glanced down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and curiosity. “Mind if I check on the team?”, he asked.

You smiled, shaking your head. “Of course not. Let’s go”.

When the elevator reached the top floor, you walked together towards the meeting room. As you approached, Butcher walked in your direction, a smirk already forming on his face. Just as he was about to make a comment about Ben finally showing up again, his gaze shifted to you, lingering on your belly for a few seconds before he grinned widely.

“Congratulations, mommy”, he teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

Ben rolled his eyes, raising a hand in disbelief. “We’re trying to keep it a secret for a few more weeks”, he grumbled.

Butcher chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment. “Ah, don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me”, he said, though his smirk suggested otherwise.

“How are you even doing this, Butcher?”, you grumbled, your own irritation surfacing. It was supposed to be a private moment for a little while longer, and Butcher’s keen observation had cut that short.

“Just have a knack for noticing things”, Butcher replied, his tone almost too casual. He then turned serious for a moment. “But, seriously, congratulations. Hope everything goes smoothly”. Then, with his usual irreverence, he added, “If you need anything, don’t ask me”, before he stepped inside the meeting room, followed by you and Ben.

Frenchie, who was already seated, looked up and raised both hands dramatically. “Mon Amie, why are you doing this to me?”, he exclaimed, directing his theatrical lament at Ben. “Giving Butcher the lead again!”.

Ben smirked, giving Frenchie a knowing look. “Someone’s gotta keep you all in line while I’m busy with other important things”, he said, his hand still resting protectively on your back. You and Ben hadn't been to the tower for a week.

Frenchie sighed theatrically, but there was a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. “Fine, fine. Just don’t blame me when he makes us do something insane”.

The rest of the team chuckled, the atmosphere lightening up a bit. Ben took his seat at the head of the table, motioning for you to sit beside him. As the meeting commenced, the team discussed various missions and updates.

As the discussion moved forward, you found yourself stealing glances at Ben, feeling a deep sense of love and admiration for him. His focus and determination were evident, but there was also a gentleness in the way he kept a protective eye on you, ensuring your comfort and well-being throughout the meeting.

As the meeting drew to a close, Annie looked up from her notes, her eyes filled with curiosity and concern. “So, when will you two be returning full-time?”, she asked, her tone gentle but insistent.

Ben leaned back in his chair, glancing at you before responding. “Next week”, he said firmly. “We just needed some time to get things in order”.

Annie nodded, accepting the answer without pressing further. It was clear she had her suspicions, but she respected your privacy. Ben had made it clear that the news of your pregnancy was to be kept a secret for a little while longer.

After the meeting, Ben insisted on getting you home. Despite your protests that you could stay a bit longer, he was adamant. “You need your rest”, he said firmly. Reluctantly, you agreed, knowing he was right.

The ride home wasn’t that long, but it was long enough for you to drift off to sleep. The pregnancy was already taking its toll on your body, leaving you constantly tired. Ben had jokingly but lovingly referred to you as “fucking narcoleptic”, always with a sarcastic smile that betrayed his genuine concern.

Ben glanced over at you as you slept, his expression softening. He marveled at how quickly you could fall asleep these days, and it made him all the more determined to protect you and the life growing inside you. The exhaustion etched on your face tugged at his heartstrings.

When you arrived home, Ben gently lifted you in his arms, careful not to jostle you too much. As he cradled you against his chest, you stirred, blinking awake, completely disoriented.

“Ben?”, you mumbled, your voice groggy and confused. “What’s happening?”.

“We’re home”, he said softly, his tone reassuring. “You fell asleep in the car”.

You blinked a few more times, trying to shake off the haze of sleep. “I can walk”, you insisted weakly, though you made no move to leave his arms.

Ben chuckled, a soft, rumbling sound. “I know you can". He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his grip secure and comforting.

You just nodded, allowing yourself to relax into his embrace. As he carried you inside, you marveled at how easily he could lift you, his strength a constant source of both awe and comfort. He navigated through the house with ease, making his way to the bedroom.

Once there, he gently laid you down on the bed, carefully arranging the pillows and covers around you. “There you go”, he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Comfy?”.

You nodded, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips. “Thank you.. I think I’m going to take a nap”, you added, your voice trailing off. But before you could finish your sentence, your eyes fluttered closed, and you were already drifting back into sleep.

Ben watched you for a moment, before he carefully pulled the covers up to your chin, ensuring you were snug and comfortable.

He quietly left the room, deciding to take care of a few things around the house while you rested. But he kept the door ajar, so he could hear if you needed anything.

As he moved through the house, his mind kept drifting back to the sight of you sleeping soundly, the knowledge that you were carrying his child filling him with a profound sense of purpose.

A couple of hours later, he peeked into the bedroom to check on you. You were still sleeping soundly, your breathing steady and peaceful. He decided to join you for a nap, carefully slipping into bed beside you. As he wrapped his arm around you, you instinctively cuddled closer.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think. 🥰

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Part 13

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