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maybankswhore · 10 months

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Hi, could you possibly write a fic about rafe/jj looking after the reader when they’re on their period? I’m on my period rn and I’m cramping so bad 😭😭

𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

pairing(s): jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: you get your period and jj makes it his mission to make it as easy as possible.

You’re biggest pet peeve was being on your period. For some reason , you’d always get the worst of it. Especially the first two days.

You bled the heaviest , cramped the hardest. The whole day was just absolutely exhausting and no matter how much pain medication you took , you’d almost always end up free bleeding on the toilet for hours at a time hoping to pass the time.

Starting your period the morning you and the rest of the Pogue’s were supposed to go out surfing made your mood even worse. You had gotten a new swim suit for the day and everthing and now you had to cancel. You had texted Kiara telling her to let John B and Pope know you weren’t coming , her obviously understanding the situation. You also knew JJ would be disappointed because he wanted to start helping you learn how to surf— beings that all you did on surfing days was tan because you didn’t know how.

Finding a comfortable position in your bed , you pulled out your phone and pressed JJ’s contact. It didn’t take more than two or three rings for him to answer. “Hi , baby! Sorry I’m running late. Pope was being a shit head and wouldn’t leave work.”

You smiled lightly at Pope’s disagreement in the background.

“No , J that’s okay. I’m not feeling too good today so I’m gonna stay home.”

“Not feeling good? Are you okay? You sick? Want me to come over and bring you to the doctor?” You could hear the concern in his voice , picturing him furrowing his eyebrows at you. It made you grin a bit , hearing him so worried about you.

“I’m not sick. I started my period and you know how that goes. I’m grouchy and sad.”

“Okay so I don’t need to bring you to the doctor but I’m still coming over.”

You rolled your eyes. “JJ! You’ve been so excited to get the Pogue’s together for this. Don’t skip out just ’cus of me. I’ll be fine , I deal with it every month.”

“Sure but we can get together some other day. I’ll see you soon , baby!” He said , hanging up the phone before you even had time to open your mouth and argue.

You sighed and put your phone down , snuggling up into your comforter.

You didn’t realize you had fallen asleep until you were woken up by JJ knocking on your bedroom door , lightly saying your name. Stirring , you groaned when the pain almost immediately hit you— feeling swollen and achey.

“Sorry to wake you.” JJ frowned at himself , placing the plastic bag down on your nightstand and immediately attaching himself to your side. He knelt on the side of the bed you were on , brushing hair away from your face. He sighed at your pale complexion and tired eyes , obviously seeing the affects it was having on you. It came every month and JJ knew it was normal , it still didn’t stop him from feeling bad and worrying about you each time. “Wanna take a bath? I’ll make it extra hot.”

You grabbed his hand that was now cupping your cheek and kissed the palm tiredly , nodding. “Thanks , J.”

He was always so catering to you , on the whim , on his knees at your beck an call. It didn’t matter how much you would stomp your feet and demand him to go about worry about something else— JJ was always all about you , all of the time. And the week of your period he was extra caring and compassionate towards you. Whether he’d simply watch a sad movie with you so you could cry and let all of your emotions out , or watch a show that’d get you all riled up and heated ( secretly giggling at your angry face ) , he did it all and you appreciated it with your whole heart.

JJ pressed a soft kiss to your head as he went to run the water for you as you managed to stand yourself up and find some fresh comfortable clothes to change into , hoping to ease some of that ickness you felt.

As you went into the bathroom , JJ was sitting on the toilet seat waiting for you. His hand checking the water every couple seconds to make sure it was just right. His eyes softened as he looked at you. “I got some pads from the store. Figured you can wear them at home. I heard tampons could give you like. . . electric shock or something if you use ’em too long so I don’t want you risking it.” He proposed , motioning towards the box on the counter.

You giggled as you undressed , feeling comfortable to take your time and not rush , knowing that right now— JJ found you beautiful and all , even if you felt like you were the most bloated and disgusting creature. The look in his eyes said it all.

Sighing contently as you sinked into the bath , your eyes fluttered closed allowing the warmth to soothe your achey muscles. “You know it isn’t electric shock and that only happens if you wear it too long.” You hummed , peeking at JJ through slotted eyes.

“What happens if you fall asleep with it? Or you forget about it?” JJ listed off. “I think you should just wear those when we go to John B’s or something.”

You rolled your eyes at his over protectiveness , but you secretly loved it. Your left hand reached out to his that rested on his leg and held it tightly , rubbing a thumb over his knuckles. “Thanks for coming over. I know you were really looking forward to going surfing with everyone.”

JJ smiled at you sweetly , lifting your hand up to kiss your palm. “You’re more important.”

Lulling your head to the side , you just stared at him as he patiently waited for you. You couldn’t believe how lucky you got to have someone like JJ. He was always so caring and compassionate , giving you anything you ever needed. He supported you , encouraged you to do the things you loved and to take chances you normally wouldn’t. He’d sit on a ceramic toilet for days on end if it meant he got to spend time with you. “I really , really love you.”

“I really , really love you , my sweet girl. Once you’re finished we can go back and lay down. I have all of your favorite things and Kiara had some medicine she gave me to give to you.”

“We’re watching Taylor’s documentary on Netflix!” You clapped , rushing to bathe yourself now , excited to munch on all your favorite snacks.

JJ groaned. “That’s the third time this week.”

“Okay? Third time’s a charm!”

#jj maybank #jj obx #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank x you #jj maybank imagine #outer banks imagines #outer banks headcanons #outer banks #jj maybank fanfiction #jj x y/n #jj maybank x y/n

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d34dlysinner · 6 months

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you know i never requested anything! how about some oral hcs for paimon, sitri, zagan, and phenix? i have a need for one of these boys between my legs rn

MINORS DNI Gn!mc

Paimon was very eager to lap up the liquid that came out you as he sat between your legs. Your legs were spread and you had this red blush gracing you face. He took his time trying to satisfy you with his hands alone, but seeing you like this made him want to taste you. He looked at his hand, which was coated with you, and licked up some of the liquid.

"Child of Solomooon... You taste so goodddd...", he said as he moved towards your privates and gave you an experimental lick. It was unusual to see him work so slow. He did have his moments where he'd rather take his time. Like he said before, 'if his gum doesn't have taste anymore he'd like to savour whatever is left'. He will be clinging to you. He wants to savour whatever time he has with you.

You're going to be 'played' with for some time.

Sitri sat on his knees as he looked up at your form, which was panting heavily. You were somewhat tired and confused on how this all started. You didn't need devil essence yet here you were. Panting as you were looking down at Sitri. He didn't seem happy before, but now had this eager grin on his face.

"Solomon... It made me sad when you talked of other men... but seeing you like this made it all better again.", he said as he was focussing on your heart beats. Smiling even more when it quickened at his words. He started to lean in towards your thigh and gave it a bite. Kissing the skin when he felt like he bit you hard enough. He leaned back and saw this mark on you. "His majesty Satan will be angry when he sees this... but at this moment I'd like to have you all to myself... Solomon.", he said as he licked a path towards your privates.

Zagan sat between your legs as he stared at you. He wanted to taste you, but wasn't sure if you were up for it after he tired you out so much.

He looked up at you as he placed his big hands on your thighs. "... Child of Solomon... May I-", he started as he watched you move your frame to look down at him. Seeing you look down at him made him feel somewhat shy. It wasn't new for him to feel like that, but it definitely felt more lewd than usual. It just took you nodding for him to start and attach his lips to your privates. It was weird how cute he could seem when he's this giant of a demon.

Phenix was already sucking, licking and even nibbling on you the moment your pants dropped. He may seem like the type to want to do everything rough, but now he was somewhat soft.

"Child of Solomon... You're so different from he down here~", he said as he continued what he was doing before. He was enjoying it too much you thought as you felt his hands travel all over your legs and lower abdomen. He was feeling every spot that was different from him. He loved it.

"Your taste is even different... It's nice~"

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#whb asks #whb sitri #whb zagan #whb paimon #whb phenix

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jubiilee13 · 6 months

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hi babes I saw you begging for requests for mike schmidt so I decided to send my own request to you… as cliche as it is, could you write an angsty misunderstanding fic where basically mike is over-working himself to death and barely making time for you and you think you did something wrong but it turns out mike was just tired af. It can be smut or fluff since I don’t know what you really like to write. Sorry if this request is bad I’m not good at asking for things😭😭

-anon

anon ily ty for the request 😻😻

this may be a lil bad bc I’m sick rn but I hope u still enjoy 🫶

warnings: tiny mention of blood, angst, angy mike, sad reader, alludes to a little smut at the end but yeah

lets just say for this abby is at a um... sleepover or smth idk i forgot to include her

didnt check this for grammatical errors so my bad if it sucks lmao

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you and mike didn’t fight often

i mean you never really had reason to

but lately mike had been weird, he had been… distant.

mike often had his rough days, as did you, but this time was different.

every morning when he returned home instead of his usual warm embraces, you’d been receiving the cold shoulder, at most a few sentences spoken between the two of you before he dragged himself off to bed.

you were worried to say the least, you knew you had done nothing wrong, yet something in your gut made you wonder if you did.

so you decided today was the day you were going to talk to him about it.

boy was that a bad idea...

the moment mike stepped out of his bedroom he spotted you, anxiously fidgeting as your eyes met his own

"we need to talk mike" you mumble, clearly not looking forward to having this conversation.

mike rolls his eyes, "what y/n" he replies, attitude evident in his tone, yet the attitude is weak, and you note his face is just a bit paler than usual, the bags under his eyes more evident, something was off.

"whats been going on with us mike?" you ask, voice trembling "did... did i do something? you- you've been so distant..."

"its nothing y/n, stop worrying" he says with a scoff, and you bite your lip.

"mike you dont have to lie to me" you say softly, extending your hand out to him to soothe him.

Then something inside him snaps, that movement- that feeling. he couldnt take it.

"God damn it y/n i said nothing is wrong! you never listen! just leave me alone! you clearly only make things worse!" he cries out, and your body freezes.

"o-oh" is all you can say, retracting your trembling hand, clearly in shock

"o-okay um... um i-i'll leave you be..." you mumble under your breath, trying to hide your emotions until you were out of his sight.

you scurry away, biting your lip so hard it draws blood, and the moment you enter your bedroom the tears escape.

you shut the door behind you, leaning against it and sliding to your knees, hand reaching to cover your mouth to hide the sobs.

what had you done?

did you upset him?

is he gonna leave?

so many questions flooded your mind all at once

it was so overwhelming, all you wanted was him... but right now that was the one thing you couldnt have.

so you sat there, leaning against the door of your room for god knows how long.

eventually when no more tears could fall, you lead yourself to your bed, a bed that had been untouched for a few months now due to you always sleeping with mike, and after a few more shaky breaths, you slipped into a uneasy slumber.

As you slept, mike took himself for a drive, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles faded to white.

he was angry

he was tired

he just wanted to be home

it slowly started to dawn on him that upon his arrival home earlier, his anger had been misdirected.

he wasnt mad at you

he loved you

god- you just wanted to help

why couldnt he see that?

he lets out a shaky sigh, punching his steering wheel as he lets out a few grunts of anger (much to the dismay of the car infront of him)

he decides to leave you be for the time being, and he leads him self on down the winding road, until he comes across an empty parking lot.

he lets himself settle there for a while, staring into the dark abyss in front of him.

eventually he decides to call you, and when you dont pick up... he calls again.

and again.

and... again....

and 12 more times.

he was worried to say the least, what if you left him? what. if you didnt love him anymore?

after the final call he places his phone in his pocket, running a hand through his hair as he starts up the car again and heads home.

in the meantime you were at home, tossing and turning, unable to find a true sense of saftey in your own sheets and god was it horrible.

you didnt notice the buzzing of your phone, nor the vibration any time left another voicemaiil.

so you lay on your back, your teary eyes staring up at the ceiling.

thats when you heard the front door open, the jingling of mikes house keys alongside his work ones

maybe he didnt leave

did he come back for you?

maybe he-

your thoughts are interrupted however by a gentle, almost silent knock at your door. you want to open it, you really do, but you're scared.

for once you put aside your fear and you sit up, quietly tiptoeing over to the door and cracking it open just enough to meet mikes eyes.

both of your teary eyes meet one another, and something snaps within both of you

your grip on the handle goes slack as mike gently pushes further on the door, and the moment it opens enough for him to enter, youre surrounded by him

he kisses you gently, his hands wrapping around you, and you two hold the kiss until you eventually pull away to gasp for air

"im so sorry- i never meant to snap at you baby- i-i- im just so exhausted- work is so hard- i-i never meant to take it out on you- i love you so muc y/n- i"

you cut him off by kissing him again, this kiss growing more heated, your body pressing against his

"its ok" you whisper when you pull away, your foreheads resting against one another

"we'll be ok" you whisper

those 3 words are repeated for the rest of the night, along with other words of praise and affirmation.

the two of you love each other, and tonight it shows.

just as youre about to fall into a warm, peaceful sleep, mike presses a kiss against your damp forehead.

"i love you"

that was all you needed to hear in order to slip into slumber in his embrace.

yayayayya mike

i hope that was good

ok ily

bye pookster

#mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson #michael afton x reader #michael afton

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barnesbabee · 2 years

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[M]asochism || C.S

[ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴇɴᴄʏᴄʟᴏᴘᴇᴅɪᴀ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ M]

Summary: Dating an idol is hard, but according to San that still isn't an excuse to help yourself on your own.

Pairing: boyfriend!San x female!reader

Words: man I'm so hungry rn idk what to eat tho... probably grab some jello, I made some like, yesterday? I think? (end of the fic update) I did eat the jello. It was very good. I am full.

Genre: Smut; Angst; Fluff

⚠️ I don't give warnings because I want no spoilers so if you're sensitive, easily impressionable or easily triggered don't read, for your own sake. Or do, I don't care.⚠️

For the 5th day in a row you waited for San way past midnight, so you could have the movie night he had promised and scheduled long ago, and, for the 5th night in a row, you waited, the popcorn grew cold and mushy and the juice was watered down by the ice that had melted long ago.

You sat in the dark, blanket wrapped around your shoulders, waiting for San.

The digital clock in your living room told you the time, and it was 2:06 when the door opened, the dark outline of a broad-shouldered man coming into the house. San didn't turn the light on, as he assumed you were asleep in the bedroom and didn't want the light to shine through the open door.

"5 nights. You've made me wait for you all night for 5 nights in a row."

San jumped at the sound of your voice, and gasped slightly, not expecting any sounds to come from the dark.

Before he could speak you stood up and walked past him, bumping his shoulder on your own. The action made San furrow his brows, but he followed you nevertheless.

"I'm sorry princess, Yunho had us stay longer because he-"

"I did not ask." You said, cutting him off, as you changed into your pajamas.

"What?"

San was confused by your behavior, he was ready for an angry, disappointed Y/N, but this Y/N seemed... careless?

You turned around and looked him in the eye.

"I said, I do not care. I don't care what the excuse is, I don't care what you were doing, I don't care if the building was on fire and you had to save it by yourself."

"Woah, what's with the bitchy attitude!?"

You felt your face heat up and you could swear that if one more word left his lips you'd explode.

"I have waited entire nights for you because you promised we'd have some time alone together after the tour only for you to come home at ungodly hours. And I wouldn't even fucking mind staying awake if it meant spending time together but whenever you come home you just wanna sleep."

"What did you expect me to be all giddy and hyper at 2 in the morning after a whole day of working!?"

"No, I expect you to maybe be home some days and spend them with me."

"You knew what you were getting into when you started dating me."

Ah, there it was. The excuse for everything. Late for dates? You knew what you were getting into, dating an idol. Not being able to walk around with him unless he's covered from head to toe 'cause he's too afraid of fan reactions? You knew what you were getting into. Nights on end sleeping in a bed alone when you lived with your boyfriend? You knew what you were getting into. It got tiring. You did know what you were getting into in the beginning, but you thought that after a whole year of dating things would change, you thought he'd take the relationship more seriously.

"Oh yeah? Then when you're feeling sad go cry on the shoulders of your precious company, when you're feeling horny go dry hump the floor of the practice room, and when you want a homemade dinner ask the CEO to cook it."

You turned around just as he opened his mouth and began walking away. San gripped your wrist and pulled you toward him.

"Don't walk away when I'm talking."

San's eyes were dark and scary, not that he'd ever do anything to you, but the man was intimidating when he was angry. His whole body was tense and his breathing was heavy.

"Don't treat your company better than your girlfriend."

San's heart sank at your shaky voice and teary eyes, and he understood the issue, but his mind was too clouded by anger to think straight, and his pride was too fueled for him to have the balls to apologize.

"What am I supposed to do then!? You expect me to drop my job!?"

At this point you were full-on crying, looking at him with your fists balled up.

"I never asked you that! I've been patient, so patient with you!"

"It's not my choice to make!"

You held your hands up, in defeat.

"Fine, whatever, I don't give a shit. You have a long day tomorrow as well, I assume, we should just go to sleep."

Without another word, you turned off the lights and took your place in the bed, feeling frustrated and sad. Soon enough you felt the bed dip and you knew San had taken his place as well, and so you two laid there, backs facing each other with a significantly large space between your bodies.

After a couple minutes, you could hear San's light snores, but you still couldn't sleep. You'd always lay awake waiting for him, and you could only drift off to sleep when you felt his arms wrap around you and pull you closer, that way you knew he was safe. It became a routine San didn't know about, and it was hard when he was on tour, but now he laid next to you and you still couldn't sleep.

Your eyes were shut, trying to make up scenarios, like your own movies created by your mind, in attempts to fall asleep. The image of San's dark eyes flashed in your mind. Then, the way his body was tense during the fight, and finally his firm, deep voice calling your name, in a much, much better scenario.

You pressed your thighs together and felt something bottling up in the pit of your stomach.

Shit. You had just gotten in a relationship-threatening fight and you were horny. You needed therapy. However, your hand and a couple minutes in the bathroom would have to do for the night.

You slowly crawled out of bed and made your way to the bathroom, making sure to shut the door slowly, so the light wouldn't wake up sleeping beauty.

You removed your bottoms and sat on the toilet lid, hissing a little from the cold, and then hoisted up your leg, having your foot resting on the bidet beside you.

"Shit..." You whispered to yourself as you felt how wet you were just from imagining the things your boyfriend could do to you.

You placed a hand over your mouth to prevent any noise from coming out as you slowly inserted one finger, then two, then three. Enough fingers for you to feel satisfied and full. You pumped them in and out of you, listening to the squelching sounds your body made, and imagining San doing all sorts of things to you.

Suddenly, the door burst open, revealing an angry, disheveled Choi San. He had the same look in his eyes as before, but a different meaning behind them.

He walked toward you, seeming bigger than ever, and grabbed your jaw.

"You think this is the right thing to do, hm? You'd think just because we fought I'd let it go? Well, you were so," San paused and pressed a kiss below your ear before whispering in a low voice "so wrong, doll."

A breath was caught in your throat as San picked you up and threw you on the bed. He stripped down to his boxers and removed your shirt for you.

You watched as he grabbed the lights' remote and set a dim, red light in the room.

"I want you to see what I'm going to do to you."

You could hear drawers opening and closing, but you didn't dare look, as you knew a surprise would be best.

"On your knees, and turn around for me."

You obliged with no questions.

San grabbed your wrists and used his belt to tie them together behind your back, before gripping your hair and pushing your head into the pillow, with enough strength to establish dominance, yet soft enough so you could easily move your head to breathe.

"You know what happens to little whores who can't wait, don't you, princess?"

"Y-yes."

San's free hand slowly trailed up your thigh and caressed your ass.

"Well, what happens?"

"They get fucked."

San smirked and leaned closer so he could whisper in your ear.

"They get fucked dumb. And I will fuck the thoughts out of your brain, princess."

San slapped your ass. First softly, but as time passed the spanks became harder and harder until you could no longer contain your moans and whimpers. San spanked you until your ass was red, until he could see the outline of his palms on your ass.

Your boyfriend could see your glistening pussy, wet from barely anything.

San slowly slipped his middle finger inside of you.

"Since you seem to think fingers are enough, maybe that's all I'll fuck you with tonight, hm?" Your boyfriend teased, as he added another finger and sped up the pace.

"Please... Please no, I'm so sorry, it won't happen again."

He spanked your ass.

"I'm sure it won't, princess."

San grabbed his cock, removed it from the confinement of his underwear, and ran it across your folds to collect your wetness on his tip. The hardest part of having his sweet time with you was holding back and not fucking the breathing, living shit out of you. He wanted to play with you longer but it was also hard to contain himself.

Your boyfriend flipped you around and laid you on the bed facing up, before inspecting your face, for any signs of discomfort. When he saw nothing but pleasure and desperation he leaned down and kissed you in the filthiest manner possible. San continuously ran his tip between your folds to tease you, and as a protest, you whined and wiggled your thighs.

"If you want me to fuck you I suggest you behave." He said firmly, gripping your thighs.

You nodded as a reply.

"Good girl." San complimented and then moved you so you'd still be lying facing the ceiling, but your head was hanging on the edge of the bed.

You knew what was coming, it was the activity that took 2nd place on San's favorites list: throat fucking you.

He stroked his cock a few times before ordering you to open your mouth. San gripped your throat with his hand while he fucked it as he pleased. He was unpredictable, he'd pull out, insert himself back in, pick up the pace, slow down...

Your boyfriend could see you desperately trying to create some friction with your thighs, a hopeless attempt at some sort of satisfaction.

He pulled his cock out of your mouth, strings of saliva following along and dripping on your face. The man got on the bed and carefully pulled your head back on the bed.

You were practically salivating at the sight of his cock, fuck you had missed it. Before he told you to do anything, your legs were already spread for him, and he let a low chuckle as he examined your body with his dark, lustful eyes.

San settled between your legs and slapped your thigh.

"Such a well-trained whore... I'm proud, princess." San mockingly complimented before kissing you.

His fingers trailed down your body, squeezing your breasts in the process, and found their way into your core. He wasn't so patient this time and inserted three fingers. San fucked them into you at a pace that had you question how much stamina could one man have on his own.

"Are you gonna cum on my fingers? Is that what you want?"

Your thighs squeezed San and your hands gripped the sheets behind your back at the pain of containing the orgasm.

"Shit- no! Please, fuck me, please!"

San stopped, as tears brimmed in your eyes, and shoved his fingers in your mouth, so you could lick them clean.

"You behaved so well, you deserve a reward."

San's plan was to edge you as much as possible because he knew that once he slipped inside of you he wouldn't last long.

Your boyfriend slowly pushed inside of you, taking in the feeling of your pussy around his cock that he missed oh so much, and both of your moans and grunts mixed together in a pornographic melody.

"Shit- Fuck you feel so good, princess."

You couldn't even form coherent words, as you were too mesmerized by the way he looked, glistening under the red lights with his black hair stuck to his forehead, and by the way he fucked you.

San spanked whatever body parts he could reach, and your orgasm approached for the 3rd time that night.

He could feel your walls clenching around his cock, and so San took it as a sign to fuck you harder until you came with a loud cry for his name.

"Fuck can I cum in you?"

"Yes, yes do it."

As those words escaped past your lips, San buried his cock deep inside you with one last thrust and came inside of you.

He rested in place for a second, before slipping out of you and leaving the bedroom, only to come back with a glass of water and a towel.

"Oh shit, I forgot those." He dorkily said as he removed the belt from your wrists.

San caressed them and then cleaned all the spit on your face, as well as your sweat, before giving you the glass of water.

Once you were all set he pulled the covers on top of the both of you and wrapped his arms around you. As per usual, he pulled you close to him and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

But this time, you felt something warm running down your shoulder, and then you heard a sob.

"San? Sannie, are you okay?" You asked as you reached to caress his hair.

"I'm sorry. I love you, so much, and when you said that I knew you were right but I didn't know what to say because I can't just... stop."

You turned around in his embrace to face him and wiped his tears away.

"I'm here to stay, San, I just need you to spend some time with me, give me more attention... I can't be here simply for whenever you need me."

San pampered your face with kisses, making you giggle.

"I promise I will."

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 2 years

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I don't mean to be mean or rude but there were these people in my class who were wearing like REALLY revealing clothes and I've gotten an idea: How would yanderes Peter Parker and poly yanderes Stucky (Steve and Bucky) react to the reader who's usually an introvert suddenly wearing really revealing clothing since she wants to be noticed and doesn't want to be viewed as an introvert anymore? Tbh, this is actually what I'm thinking rn... it's like if I want to be noticed in my college these days, that's the step I'll have to take but I don't feel comfortable wearing such revealing clothes

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

AN: Hey there, first of i wanted to say that the way i portrait this request is how i believe the yanderes would react but its not me shaming you for wanting to wear revealing clothes. That's entirely your choice and i do hope that you find a compromise that will make you happy. Btw, i also don't wear that much revealing outfits but i definitely admire some girls that do so, to be confident enough to do so. Best of luck with this issue, honey :)

WARNINGS: Manipulation; Body-shaming; Controlling/Toxic Relationships.

AN: You’re in college + dating scenario.

Yandere Peter Parker

Oh no!

Why would you ever change the way you dress? Because you want to become like all the rest?

Peter is gonna completely freak out if you start wearing tiny skirts and tank tops, he simply can’t keep his calm

For one side because he’s too stunned with your gorgeous body and all that exposed skin makes him lose his attention even on small tasks

For the other side, why are you doing this? He absolutely loves the way you are and you don’t have to change yourself in order to grab the attention of others. His attention is not enough for you, is that it?

But since you wanted to act up, Peter has no choice but to prove you’re wrong, but he’ll still keep the caring boyfriend facade up.

“Are you sure that’s not too short? I mean, you look a bit… I don’t know.”

Dropping these double-meaning hints is painful, especially when you look at him with eyes full of sadness, but he has to.

“Are you sure that the top isn’t too revealing? I mean, it looks strange on you. Just strange, you know?”

Slowly breaking your confidence is one way to go, but he has to admit that the new-found attention you get also helps. Creepy dudes persistently flirting with you makes you less and less inclined to keep wearing those provocative outfits.

All of this will eventually make you tired of this new style you wanted to try and Peter is more than happy when you announce to go back to your old clothes

Yandere Stucky

Not a chance you’ll ever get to wear short and naughty clothes, not with them

First of, you’re not allowed to go shopping alone, you always need supervision of, at least, one of the boys

They are the ones that decide what you can keep and what's out of line. No arguments, no discussions.

They decide and that’s final.

Your solution is to borrow clothes from a friend and change into those sexy outfits hidden in the college bathroom. Before the day is over, you go back and change once again to your old clothes, knowing either Steve or Bucky must be outside to pick you up from classes

Now imagine the surprise and the shock they get when one day they both decide to drop in the campus to have a small lunch date with you

Forget about your classes because you’re going straight home, practically dragged down

Steve is angry while Bucky is more disappointed.

Seriously, what the hell were you thinking? Why are you acting like a slut? Are they not enough for you, are you that attention-hungry that you need to show off to all other people, not to mention all the lies you’ve been feeding them

After being yelled at for around 40 minutes straight, you’re up for some good old punishment. That’ll teach you some proper manners.

Afterwards, you’re up to some time off. Forget about college, forget about your friends.

That’s gonna be your life until they know that you won’t pull something like this again and that’s gonna take so much time cause once their trust is broken, it’s gonna take a long time to build that back.

So, in conclusion, it would've been better if you hadn’t done any of that.

#@mrsdarkandyandere7 #yandere avengers #yandere marvel #yandere peter parker #dark peter parker #dark peter parker x reader #dark marvel #yandere steve rogers #dark steve rogers #yandere bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #yandere bucky barnes x reader #yandere bucky x reader #yandere steve rogers x reader #yandere peter parker x reader #dark steve rogers x reader #dark bucky barnes x you #dark bucky barnes x reader

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flaneurpastel · 1 year

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wanna write something about our favorite man but don't know what ? don't have any prompts ?

do not worry, im here.

im just a fellow reader, who enjoys a little too much angst and fluff with sad boys (simon im talking about you baby), so yeah i wanna read more, and the refresh button is now broken bcuz there isn't enough fics !!!! and pls free to tag me in your works, ill be glad to read it and everything <3 enough talking ;

AND it's not necessarily quality it's even cliché or seen and seen again, it's just what i would like to read cuz im a hopeless lover.

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PILLOWTALK !!! there is not enough of pillowalk scenarios here, not something long but like short and efficient pls pls pls pls

bonus if simon is slightly drunk, so he talks a little more, going so far as to voluntarily say stupid things to hear you laugh, or get a little kiss to make him shut up the nonsense cuz now he's being adorably silly, but hey, he loves it, so he'll do even more and maybe a make out session or idk maybe ... but drunk!simon needs to be studied fr

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MORE DOMESTIC THINGS TO DO TOGETHER! (and yes im screaming rn)

im thinking of when he calls reader from the bathroom to get help with his haircut. you know he can do it himself, he was doing fine before he met you. but something about having you so close to him, feeling your fairy fingers caressing his scalp, your bewitching smell. all these things make him absolutely need you. no need to explain more.

people, write domestic things, simon needs a little love and calm of a simple life. 😔

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something i saw with another character in another fandom a long time ago but it was so cute that i want, no

I NEED the same thing with simon.

when you need to go to the bathroom, or you're so sick that you have to spend hours and hours in it, simon always goes with you when you first move into your apartment together, to stay with you by the door. you always make small talk, and you're not even embarrassed anymore because it's become a normal thing in your relationship. but simon follows you everywhere, literally, because hey, you're the love of his life so why spend a minute away from you ?

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you and ghost had a fight when you came back from a mission that was dangerous for you. the team decides to go to a bar next to the base, to celebrate this mission that was still successful. and this, despite the obvious tensions between you two. the shots keep coming, the alcohol gets to your head, and the euphoria of the evening only enhances your beauty, which obviously attracts suitors to take you for the night. simon's reaction is up to you, jealous, angry, indifferent (but not too much)

so yeah, I need to see jealousy possessiveness hardness unconditional love (but not in a yandere way lol)

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your evening always ends in front of the TV together. to make an assessment of your day, to tell the last gossips, to take stock of the shopping at the supermarket to be done tomorrow whatever!

tonight it was the sound of the TV that won, you were both silent because very tired! but the caresses, your fingers intertwining, the glances in corner, and the shadow of a smile on the discovered face of simon were there more important than the broadcast program. it's innocent, loving, light, sweet, like a little game. it's like teenagers afraid to be discovered by adults. do you get the vibe ?

something cute, not necessarily nsfw, but AHHH im so in love with him why

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reader is annoyed with simon for x reasons (it's up to you), she starts to hit him on the chest, to insult him, the sobs mix with her anger and it becomes difficult to understand clearly what she reproaches to simon. this one, takes everything, says nothing, and makes everything to appear indifferent and impassive to his crisis of nerves, but in the bottom he is afraid and feels terribly guilty to have put his beloved in this state. accentuate on the difference of size and strength between the two, the blows inflicted to Simon are only vulgar small fags on the arm or the chest. how is he going to make it up to them ? is he going to try to calm reader down, or let them continue until they are exhausted?

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if reader's native language is not basic english, then I absolutely must see simon being in awe every time reader speaks their language. the admiration and love is in his eyes, whether he wears the balaclava or not, whether his eyes are painted black or not, everyone can see that he only has unconditional love which multiplies by ten (when it is already infinite) when he hears your beautiful voice saying words he doesn't understand.

bonus point if simon makes every effort to learn your language and communicate with you. if you listen carefully you will see simon whispering some words after you, while you are engaged in a conversation with someone.

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you know what ? i would love to see a monologue from simon where he talks about reader (because someone asked if he had a partner) little anecdotes, his description of u (personality not physical so we want something inclusive!!!), but most of all HIS LOVE for us. cuz he's so in love, like the only time he talks surprisingly much is when he has to do a briefing of the missions, or when he talks about you, because you're such an amazing person and simon is so in love, and our baby has never received as much love and peace and serenity as he does with you, and does he really deserve it? to be with someone like you? to feel so good in your arms, to kiss you every time he meets your gaze, to lure him to show his colleagues, his friends, shit to the whole world love,

NO, AH, I don't have the words but the word love is now too weak to describe it all. in short you understand me.

#simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost headcanons #cod x reader

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pinkpinkstarlet · 5 months

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thinking more about poisonivy/snowwhite!miguel rn

miguel who's been so consumed by the forest after staying there for so long and being basically slightly possessed by the spirit of the forest that he gets affected even with the slightest changes. His appearance changes with the seasons:

In the spring, flowers start to bloom all over his vines and skin, coming in all different varieties and colors. Bees and butterflies collect nectar from these beautiful flowers, and although he finds it annoying sometimes with the constant buzzing, he gets some honey afterward which tastes amazing. Whenever he walks, flowers blossom all over his feet and legs, and overall he looks like one giant multicolored flower during this season.

During the summer, the flowers on his skin start maturing into fruits and some veggies (from the minimal research I did only cauliflower and broccoli are grown from flowers I think). They also taste really good if you try them, with the fruits being sweet and never going rotten and the veggies perfect for cooking and eating. Although animals are attracted to him most of the time, they especially follow him during the spring and summer due to his abundance of nutrition.

In the fall, the vines that cover up his body get drier, orange/red/yellow leaves, the flowers on him start to wilt, the plants that grow beneath him when he walks look less alive, and he feels less energized than in spring and summer.

In the winter, all the plants and flowers had died and wilted off his body, and even snow and ice started to form on his skin. He also feels extremely exhausted during this season, and he has to sleep for longer periods of time every day and night, even sleeping for weeks on end until winter ends. The forest will makeshift his vines into a warm, weighted blanket whenever he does sleep during the winter.

Other factors, such as emotions, can change his appearance too. When he's really happy, excited, or possibly falling in love, even during the winter and fall, flowers start to blossom on his hair. When he's extremely sad/heartbroken, even during the summer and spring, every living plant starts to wilt off of him. When he's hostile and angry, the vines on his body start to grow sharp spikes.

Overall, summer and spring is where he thrives the most, almost being like the goddess (or god in this case) of spring, while the colder seasons make him more tired and vulnerable.

@thecrowandtherose @the-cat-and-the-birdie @daydreaming-en-pointe @darksidescorner @skullghoulz @sp1derw1re @spiderxpawz @i-put-the-wit-in-dimwit @chessbox @hoe-bie @hobiebrownismygod @jasontoddssuper

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sister-lucifer · 1 year

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Ur genuinely one of the best fanfic writers I've ever had the fortune to come across. So i have a question for you, do you have any tips on writing in general? How do you decide what should be sfw and what should be NSFW?

Sorry if it's a weird question, I've gotta pick ur brain about it tho

to answer your question on how i decide what’s sfw or nsfw: tbh, it depends. sometimes i sit down to write something perfectly wholesome and it winds up horny. sometimes i sit down to write something filthy and it gets soft halfway through. sometimes it really rides the line between smut and fluff. it just depends on wherever my idea takes me. i consider anything more than kissing OR anything with saucy dialogue should be tagged with nsfw just to be safe, but this is subjective!

for general writing tips (honestly, i’m tired af rn so i’ll probably come back tomorrow to reblog this with more tips but here’s some i think are very helpful for both sfw and nsfw fic writing):

a lot of times authors (including myself) get stuck writing repetitive or mundane scenes. especially when i write smut bc really sex is just the same thing over and over and over again, sometimes at varying speeds, but still.

if you’re stuck on where to go in a scene, remember to not only describe what the characters are doing; describe how they feel, what they’re thinking, what they’re considering doing. remember to describe the internal point of view as well.

how does this character feel towards the other character? has this changed? if so, why, and how do they feel about it?

how do they feel about whatever action they’re doing with the other character? how does the other character make them feel?

do these characters know each other well? do they notice mundane details about each other? if so, include it.

if a character is thinking, feeling, or doing anything, it can be included.

think very hard about how YOU are imagining this scene. you probably forget to mention a detail or two, like a character looking around or running their hands over marks on a table or absentmindedly kicking at the ground.

every minor detail is important to the atmosphere of a scene. adding or omitting certain things can completely change the way a scene feels

also, be very intentional about word choice. why use “angry” when you can use “furious?” why use “break” when you can use “shatter?” why use “yell” when you could use “shriek?” think hard about that sort of thing, it makes all the difference.

and, last one for now: remember to describe emotions physically. do not just say that a character is angry; describe their brows furrowing, hands balling into fists, or their eyes clouding with fury. do not just say a character is sad; describe the tears they are trying to hold back, the quiver in their voice, or the shake in their hands.

i hope this helps, and any authors who are reading this please feel free to reblog! i’m always here to help:)

and also sorry for any typos it is 1:30 am

#writing tips #writing troubles #fanfic tips #author tips #writing advice

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vitruvianmanbara · 1 month

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anyway sorry for using my blog to vent I feel like it's so awkward because I barely talk seriously about my life or my feelings on here. lol

and I'm sorry for acting so angry it's just so frustrating to have this happen again. I'm really more angry at the situation than I am at her. fwiw I'd never be that directly honest about how frustrated I am to her because that would be unnecessary and really cruel.

this feels so incredibly high school, but there are a couple big-mouthed people on the outer bounds of my social circle who very clearly don't like that I have casual sex with people and am not into having relationships rn lmfao, even if they'd never directly say it to me. probably because they're very shy and are secretly afraid of approaching women, and I used to have a little more in common with them in that regard. I think the fact that keep my cards close to my chest about the stuff I do makes them suspicious of me, and gives them plenty of opportunities to fill in the blanks.

anyway they are 10000% going to be chattering about me & this, and maybe on paper it shouldn't bother me, but like...my feelings are hurt lol. I'm hurt because once again my clearly stated preferences and boundaries have been treated as negotiable and it puts me in the position of looking like the bad guy, and likely losing someone who I liked and hoped would become a friend. it's really not easy for me to make friends, and losing someone always feels like a bigger deal than it probably does for other people. behind the frustration & anger I feel about the situation is years of sadness about that. if I'm being real

anyway, dealing with those feelings is shitty enough without having a bunch of people who barely know me talking about it. maybe on paper it shouldn't bother me, but some of their words can be really cruel. they very plainly don't understand why I would pursue casual sex, and they can't wrap their heads around what little they know about how I go about it. there's a gendered dynamic to all of this too which I don't even want to get into right now. they have to pretend that I'm engaging in some kind of trickery or indulging a sinister compulsion to make sense of it. they're going to find a way to make it seem as though someone sweet and well-liked has been caught in the crossfire, when that's not the situation at all.

I wish there was a way for me to just easily avoid them but right not there's not, unless I want to be completely cut off from irl social stuff...which I might just avoid for the time being, tbh. I really can't deal with their whispering right now. like, is it really that crazy for me to want a little privacy around these things? and a little tact and respect? they really seem to think that I lack feelings entirely just because I'm not interested in relationships right now. I'm too tired to let their bs make me mean.

#I'm just sharing this because I'm really and truly sick of them. they just straight up don't like me but they're obsessed with me #and it's very hard for me to avoid them.#wish I could get out of the house today to distract myself but I can't

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heaveninfrench · 6 months

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*art isn’t mine but credit to rightful owner* *minors DNI*

*mentions of arguments, yelling, screaming. No physical fighting. Breaking up, heart break, pregnancy, labor. Some nsfw. Sex.*

Alejandro has been nothing but stressed through out work. Work follows him home and he’s more stressed. You have been a saint through all of his stress, helping him in anyway, shape, and form. Unfortunately Alejandro has been more stressed than usual. And he usually looses it and takes it out on you and doesn’t realize it. (No he would never hit you, or hurt you. His emotions get the best of him.) A lot of the time it hurt, but you never brought it up because you didn’t want to add to his plate.

Yet another stressful day passes by and he has an attitude of an angry bull.

“Alejandro honey. Can you talk to me and tell me what’s going on? I know your stressed and upset. And I’m tired of seeing you upset. I just want to help and make you feel better. You don’t have to explain everything, just the important of what’s stressing you.”

He stood up with a menacing glare. “If you’re so fucking tired of my attitude, then go suck someone else’s dick! Gawd I’m so tired of you constantly asking what’s going on when you know it’s all work! It’s nothing but fucking work!” He was panting after his little yelling rant. You were taken aback as to how he yelled at you. Tear pricked you eyes as you quietly asked “do you want me to leave?” He sat in his chair and lit up a cigarette over his desk and looked back at his paper work “please get the fuck out. I’m tired.” You grabbed all of your small belonging (you didn’t have much at his apartment) and left without a word.

Leaving his apartment, you got into your car and drove back to your condo by the beach. Pulling into the drive way, you picked up your phone and blocked Alejandro from everything. His socials, numbers, emails, changing your screen saver back to your cat. You took a moment to breathe and walked inside. You put all of your small belongings back and sat down on your couch with your cat and cried. But soon your sadness was replaced with anger. Going to the garage, you took anything and everything that was Alejandro’s and put it into your car, everything in your condo, in your car. Everything of his, was in your car and you took it back to his apartment and carefully and quietly packed it all back into his truck. Feeling satisfied to have everything gone, you drove back yet again to your condo and cleaned out more of the garage so you could turn it into a little work shop for the car. You may be a beautiful woman, but you worked like the hands of a dirty man. Ordering anything and every part for your little 2008 jeep patriot (I have that car and I absolutely love my little blaze!! I know it’s old but he’s does his job!) from a serpentine belt, radiator, water pump, all the essentials. Feeling even better with how you ended your day, you unfortunately had to work tonight. You worked at the hospital as an RN (registered nurse for the babes who don’t know 😉) on the base because your mother was a nurse there and your father was a 5 star general.

It was a hell-filled night at work passing meds, helping the CNA’s with patients and residents, charting who did what at what time, who took a dump, pissed at how many milligrams, and so forth. You were depressed and exhausted with all that was going on. You just wanted to go home and sleep.

Alejandro wasn’t taking this any easier. He tired looking you up on all social platforms, your number, email, texted your number but would always get a text back “this number currently isn’t available.” He knew he lost you, and it was breaking his heart. He wants nothing more than to reach out and apologize and hug and love you. You were always a saint to him and loved him unconditionally. He knew he had anger issues like his father and he hated that he was slowly becoming him. This cycle needed to stop and he was going to get the help he needed. He tried to reach out to you, but he found nothing, even going to your condo you always parked outside but he never saw your car. Even when he asked for your name at the hospital on base you worked at, the staff would always tell him you’re busy. He was starting to lose hope. Where were you? The next couple of months were going to be the hardest for him.

Your period was 3 days late, but you weren’t freaking out. “I’m probably just stressed from working nights. Fuck it, I’ll give it the rest of the week.” You said to yourself as you closed the app that tracks your periods. Sighing in a little stress you pull your scrubs back up and get to work.

Time skip because I’m a lazy gurl

4 months ago you found out you were pregnant. You remember crying on the bathroom floor with the little white stick that had two pinks lines confirming it all. You had already prepared a little nursery for your little baby. A mahogany wooden crib, apple wood changing station, and an antique dresses with a bunch of other essentials for the babes in you. You got paid recently from work and decided to go grab a couple of things for you for once, there was a lot of good brands in the makeup aisle in target, you saw a familiar pair of eyes in the grooming section for men, walking away just right enough to act as if you didn’t see him. You were panicking on the inside.

“(Name)?” The baritone voice sounded concerned

“O-oh hi Mr. Price. It’s been a while…”

“Hi there, goodness it’s been some time… how have things been?” He loved you like his own. He was the only one that knew about anything between you and Alejandro. None of the other members in the 141 task knew anything about you other than that you were a nurse who had a sense of humor in the hospital.

You wanted to hug him and sob like a little girl who just got her heart broke. You blinked back a couple of tears and took a deep breath. “Well, do you want the harsh beautiful truth? Or a lie as magical as soaps Mohawk still standing after taking off his helmet?”

Price let out a bellowing laugh “I missed you and soap would go at each other whenever he was in the hospital, even when he was getting a simple shot! Or the time he screamed like a little girl when all you did was rub an alcohol wipe on him!” He wheezed out.

“I remember it as clear as day! That was an alcoholic wipe! *mimicing soap* I don’t care, it still huwrt!” You and price both shared a laugh

“But seriously (name), how are you. And well… how is…” he looks down at your small but prominent baby bump.

“… it’s been a little rough, we’ll really rough. Hey I brought a new coffee maker but I haven’t had a chance to put it to work yet, when you have a day off would you like to come over? And I don’t mean that in an inappropriate manner I mean just to to talk an-“

“It’s ok Name, I know exactly what you mean. I actually have the day off today. We just came back from a mission a few days ago. Is that ok with you? And I could help put the groceries away for you, I don’t want you stressing yourself.” He gently puts his hand on your shoulder in a caring manner.

“Oh that would be great Mr. Price, I really appreciate that.”

“You don’t have to call me Mr. Price out of work Name, John will do”

“Oh…ok! You said a little awkwardly not knowing how to respond to that.

“Sorry, I know that was awkward and out of the blue.” He scratched the back of his head.

“Oh it’s fine, I wasn’t expecting it haha. Anyways I’m going to look at a few more products and then be done.” You express excitedly like a little kid

“That’s alright” he chuckled. “What are all these products for? I see a few makeup brands but what are the others?” He said curiously

“A few are really good skin care products and some essential vitamins, oils, for hair and skin. What do you use for skin products? And shampoo?”

He took the basket from you to hold “let me carry that for you, it looks a little heavy. And to answer your question, just a bar of dove for my face and old spice.”

“Oh thank you, and dove is a good brand, but do you know that old spice nearly has the same ingredients as dishwasher soap?” You asked concerned

“I beg your pardon? Really? Should I stop using them? Are there other brands I should stop using and looking into new ones?” He wondered

“ I don’t remember the exact brands, but anything with sulfates, fragrances and natural fragrances, phthalates, parabens, and triclosan. Those are not good for your hair. More than anything I would recommend either doctor Squatch, Pantene, or dove. Not only is it good for your hair but great for the skin too.”

“(Name), how come you’re not a dermatologist, or hair stylist, you seem to know so much about these things with hair and skin.” He spoke amused.

“Well I was actually about to enroll into a beauty school here in town but then I… well found out that I was… you know… plus I didn’t want to risk like finding out if I was allergic to any of the products and then have something effect me or the baby. I wouldn’t forgive myself if anything effected the baby before it’s born.” You said as you placed a hand on your bottom abdomen.

“That’s very tough and thoughtful of you (Name). You’re already putting your baby first before you, you’ll make a great mom.” He kindly said with a soft smile.

You both finished up grabbing your items after shopping together, then drove to your condo by the beach. John brought in your groceries while you put them away. You were getting the coffee make ready and John saw the machine.

“Ooo one of the fancy ones!” He chuckled excitedly

“Right?! I frickin love this thing! I can make regular coffee, frap and cappuccinos, these a little ice blender if I wanted to make something iced, and best part! A steamer to throf the milk!” You giggled like a little girl

“You put my rinkidy-dinkidy coffe maker to shame” John chuckled

“I’m sorry but not sorry” you giggled sarcastically “but anywho, what can I make you?”

“You seem to know what you’re doing with this little machine, surprise this old man.” He smiled

You whipped your head towards him “how old are you?

“37.”

“You’re not old, old is considered your 80’s! You’ve got hella time on you!”

“Oh, well now I don’t feel as old” he had a happy little smile on his face. (His smiles, gawd take me now!)

“You shouldn’t you old man.” You said teasingly in a not flirting way

“I!- uh!- be quiet I was 17 when you were born!!” He laughed

“Awww John you make feel so young!” You laughed

You both had a nice laugh as a comfortable silence sat between you. As you finished making the coffee for the both of you and adding some creamer, you both got cozy and sat on the couch.

“So how have things been for you and the team?” You took a sip while asking John

“Things have been a little rough, our last mission was rough but successful. I managed to get away with a few scratches.” He sighed

“How is the rest of the team?” You sounded concerned

“Soap is ok, though he nearly broke his wrist. Gaz has some radiation burns that their treating him for. Simon nearly got his jaw broken from an enemy attack. Rudy was shot a few time but should make a quick recovery…” he pressed his lips into a thin line.

“And, Alejandro?…” you heart was racing saying his name

“I didn’t know if you wanted to hear about him considering all of what’s been happening between you two. Is he aware of anything going on? With you or the pregnancy?”

“No.” Tears pricked your eyes. “I’ve wanted to, trust me I do. But every time I think about it, I get so angry over the last thing he said to me. And it’s so stupid, it’s been 4 months and I’m still so angry at him but I still love him at the same time. You wiped the tears before they fell from your somber eyes

John looked at you with a sadden expression. “I know kiddio, it’s hard to let go of the past and pain. But you know he still loves you right?”

“He does? Is he ok?” You asked as your hand rested against your face with a worried expression.

“Well how much do you want to hear? Before the mission, or after?” He asked concerned

“Both please.” You choked out.

He took another sip of his coffee and spoke “he was devastated when you broke up. He wanted to reach out and tell you he never meant what he said. Keep in mind, this is what he’s told me and all that I’ve heard from him. He went to go see someone as to why he lashes out so often and it turns out that he has ADHD. That’s something you have right?”

“I do, I’m on a non-stimulant for it, because it’s side effects are ones related to anxiety. Mine just basically levels out of my emotions. But anyways about him?” (Note: this is based off of my experience with mine. I either get distracted or have tunnel vision with a certain subject)

“He’s on a non-stim as well. He’s leveled out a lot more. And he’s been keeping himself in check. From what I recall he’s been and still is grieving over losing you. He carry’s a small picture of you in his wallet. (Name) he’s been hell without you. He doesn’t sleep or eat when he should. He loved you so much.” John gently placed a hand on your shoulder

“H-how was he after the last mission?” Hold back the sobs that dared to leave your throat

“Alejandro suffered the most out of all of us. He will be in the icu for a couple of days and then put into the main part of the hospital. He’s suffering from cracked ribs, the right bottom one broken. Respiratory problems from smoke and gas. He had a lobectomy today to clean the gunk out. Shot in hug thigh-“

He was interrupted by the sounds of you sobbing. You set you coffee down and cried.

John pulled you into a hug and rubbed your back.

“O-oh John!” You sobbed “I- I got- ah-“

“Shh shh shhhhhh, let it all out and take a breath kiddio. It wasn’t easy to say that either.”

“What should I do?” You sobbed into his shoulder.

“I’m not going to tell you what to do, because that is not my place, but I want you to think about this for a while. I want you to decide on what is good for you. But really take your time.”

You sniffled and wiped your face “you’re right, I’m so sorry.”

“For what? You’re in a stressful moment in life and you needed a moment to vent and let yourself go for a minute. There’s nothing wrong for feeling the way you do. I’m always going to be here for you. And all the others. I’m glad that we had this moment to talk and see how you’re doing.” As he finished the rest of his coffee you talked a bit more with you about life, he had to go back to his place and feed his cat.

“Thank you for the coffee by the way, it was really good! I might invest into that little machine of yours.” He smiled wholeheartedly

“Definitely will be the best investment of your life. Thank you for coming over. It meant a lot.”

You both hugged and said your goodbyes as he drove away. You went back inside and took a shower, used your new skin care products, put on a little mascara, and changed into your scrubs for work.

As you came into work, you were stationed in the ICU. Great. Just your luck. You wanted to deal with Alejandro, just not now. The day shift nurse came by the talk to you.

“Hey so the run down, their all good for the most part and are doing ok. 119 over there will be our most intense care.” She whispered “he’s from the 141 team.” “Gotcha.” You replied. “Anyways I’m going home and having a margarita!~” she chimed “go home you alcoholic” you joked.

The CNA came up to you “Hi (Name) how’s it going today?

“It’s going alright. How’s school?”

“It’s going pretty good! My grades are still up and going and I think the guy I like, likes me back!”

“Don’t get in bed with him, you’ll regret it.” You joked.

“Oh I know, I didn’t plan on it.”

*ding ding ding* 119

The cna left to go see what he needed. “Hey Mr. Vargas would like some pain meds.”

“Let me check and see what he’s on. You checked him meds as he was one some pretty strong medication. You put a few pills in the cup and handed it to the cna.

“I can’t give him that. I’m just a cna.”

“Sweetheart, it’s ok as long as I say it’s ok. I’m entrusting this to you.”

“Oh ok.” She walked back into his room

“Hi Mr. Vargas, the nurse gave me this to give you.” She popped the pill into his mouth and gave him some water to sip on. “I also see that you’re scheduled a bed bath tonight, would you like that done at a certain time?”

Alejandro sat and thought for a minute. “I’m sorry but can someone else do it? I know that you’re a minor and this is your job, but it doesn’t feel right that someone your age to do that to me. And I don’t mean any ill will when I say that.”

“None taken sir. I can swap places with another cna who’s a guy on the other court of the hospital. And I appreciate that you take my age into consideration sir.” She said politely

“I suppose. Can the nurse do it? Who is the nurse?” He asked weakly

“(Name) but I wouldn’t recommend her doing it because she’s pregnant. I don’t want to put her stress on her body. I have a big soft spot for pregnant women.”

“Oh…s-she’s what?”

“She’s pregnant sir.”

“I-… please… I need to see her.” Tears pricked his eyes

“O-oh yes sir.”

The cna left Alejandro’s room to come back to the nurses station. “Hey Mr. Vargas would like to see you.” A sigh escaped your lips “I have to flush out his IV’s anyways a get a blood sample.”

You grabbed a couple of syringes of saline solution and a needle with a few viles. You slowly took a deep breath before you walked in. As soon as you walked in, you wanted to cry. You saw him in such pain and misery. He was on oxygen with a brace around his chest. Stitches here and there. He looked so drained and tired. The minute his eyes landed on you, he saw it all. The way your bump was sticking out, how much fuller your hair has gotten, you were glowing in his eyes. His poor tired eyes, they started to water.

You were in the middle of flushing his IV when he tried to speak but you cut him off.

“I know you’re processing a lot, and that it’s been a while. But for right now you have to rest. Shh shh shhh. I’m going to poke your other arm for a blood sample, bare with me.” You calmly said when your heart is racing 100 miles an hour. You felt terrible as you saw Alejandro wince in pain sticking him with a needle. “I’m sorry Alejandro.” You spoke softly as he looked at you.

He was struggling to breath, you turned up his oxygen to help as he tried to speak. “I-“ he inhaled painfully “I’m so-“ he coughed

“Shhh shhh shhhhh Alejandro” you spoke softly “there is a time and place for everything, but right now my main concern is that you rest. Please?”

“But m-“ he winces “(Name) I agh-“

“Alejandro please.” You punched the bridge of your nose and sighed in frustration. He reached and slightly grasped the sleeve of your under armor shirt. The look in his eyes, so sad, so lost. He tugged you closer. You reluctantly sat next to him. The tears welling in your eyes seeing the pain he in.

“Oh Alejandro.” You sobbed as you held his hand closer to your heart.

“How-“ he swallowed the spit in his mouth to which you grabbed the cup on a small table, he slowly dipped the water from the straw before he spoke again. “How long? How long have I missed?” His hand left yours heading for your swollen abdomen.

As tears poured from your face, a manageable “4 1/2 months” left your lips. His face was turning red from holding back sobs that didn’t dare to leave his throat. “Oh my love” he choked “I have no excuse for anything that I have said in the past. Or my actions for that matter too… you have every right to be upset with me. But I promised I’ve been working on myself. To be better for you. B- but please, don’t take this away from me. I had no idea as of today until now. Don’t hide this from me. This is us, our love. I’d do anything to have you b-back. It broke me when I couldn’t find you. I hated myself for the way I treated you.” He started to cry and it broke your heart. Taking a tissue, you wiped his eyes and his nose. You still loved him, and you needed him.

“Oh Alejandro.” You wiped your eyes. “I never stopped loving you. It was just hard. But I need you, our baby needs you. A-and I want to try again with you.” As you wiped his eyes again, he grabbed your hands with a small smile spread across his face “thank you, you have no idea how much this means to me. I promise I will be the best for you and nothing else.” He paused “do you know the gender by chance?” His thumb rubbing the side of your stomach softly. You gently placed your hand on his and the other you used to lean back on the bed. “No, I wanted to be surprised at the end.” He nodded his head in agreement.

“Will you let me back in?” He asked looking at you In wonder “into your life, into our child’s?”

You nodded your head slowly.

“Oh my love.” He kissed your hand multiple time. “Thank you! I can’t express how much this means to me.” He just needed to reassurance that you wanted him and he was so happy that you did.

Your pager went off, signaling that you were needed somewhere else. “Get some rest hun. You’ll need it.” You placed a kiss on his hand and carefully placed it down on the bed. A small smile graced his lips. “Will you come back?” He asked

“I’ll come back either when I have time of after my shift. And I’ll have my cna swap places with the other cna on the other side of the hospital so he can give you a bed bath.” You walked away to go treat other patients.

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After your shift you came back to Alejandro’s room, he looked so much cleaner and more alert. He had a smile as soon as you entered. “How was the rest of your shift?” He asked, his voice filled with care. “It was tiring but all good.” You replied tiredly. “How are you and our little baby?” He placed his hand on your stomach. “I’m sore but that’s normal. And the baby is fine.” You take his hand and placed it on your lower abdomen. “If you push just a little hard enough you can feel the head.” He stares in shock and wonder as he feels all over your abdomen. “Our strong little angel.” he whispers. “You must be tired my love, go home and get some rest.” He caressed your face. A small kiss was placed on his palm. “Alrighty my dear. Please get some more rest.” You got up ready to leave “anything for you my love.” He watched you walk away.

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Over the next month Alejandro was getting the therapy and help he needed. He was getting better day by day and was feeling great! And over that month he saw you, he saw his child in you grow more and more while you look so beautiful. Your hair is much fuller, skin is particularly glowing, and the baby bump, so round,soft, and yet beautiful all at the same time. Alejandro asked price for paternity leave from work for a long while. He moved in with you at your condo and tried helping out around but because he was still healing you only let him do the bare minimum.

“Honey I want to do more around here.” He expressed “I know Alejandro but you’re still healing.” You said concerned “yes but you’re 6 months pregnant and you can’t be straining yourself like this. I just want to make sure you’re okay… I need you to be ok.” A concerned look crossed his face. You pulled him into a hug and rubbed his back in circular motions. “Honey you know I know my limitations, and I’ll stop when I need to.” You looked into his soft honey amber eyes. “I know. I just worry a lot.” He ran his fingers through your hair. There was a soft comfortable silence in between you two. He pulled you closer, his eyes drinking in your beauty. Pulling himself closer and closer to you. Your lips touched. The very first kiss you’ve both had in months in between each other. The most intoxicating kiss you’ve ever had. He pulled away only for a quick second but came back smashing his lips against yours. You gladly expected it, running your fingers through his hair. His callused hands running all over your back and front. You’re moaning into the kiss. He pulled away, his eyes sickly love drunk looking at you.

“Can I still make love to you in this stage of your pregnancy? I don’t want anything to hurt the baby.” He expressed with concern.

“Yes my dear, you can still do it.”

“Are you sure it won’t hurt the baby?”

“Not at all.”

“Wait…how so?”

“Because during penetrative vaginal sex, the baby is protected by the placenta, the amniotic sac, and the mucus plug.”

“…we’ll now I don’t feel as nervous, but I will be gentle.” He gave you a devilish smirk.

He picked you up and started walking to your bedroom. “Alejandro you shouldn’t be picking me up!” You claimed worriedly. “My love, I’m fine. You worry too much.” He set you down on the bed, his lips finding yours again. His rough hands roaming through your body. Your finger tips touched the hem of his shirt, hinting you wanted it off. He gladly took it off showing his chiseled hairy chest. He took off your shirt, taking your legs over his shoulders and lifting you up to pull off your pants and thong. Showing your smooth, waxed [because you couldn’t shave anymore] pink pretty pussy. He kissed you again, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, taking in every inch. His hands found the back of your bra, unclasping it swiftly. Your breast fill with buoyancy. You were an angel in his eyes. “Oh my love, you are just as beautiful.” He sighed in awe. Placing his arms over your swollen stomach, he placed multiple kisses all over, rubbing every inch. “Papa loves you my little dear.” He whispered to your belly. You smiled at this interaction, so sweet to see. You knew he absolutely loved and adored the life inside you. He made his way back to your lips, around your jaw, down to your breast. He loved playing with them and squeezing them, leaving hickies and love bites. Peppered you in soft kisses around your swollen belly, then down to your pussy. He kissed your sweet smelling pussy, teasing you in the process, licking over your soft smooth folds, fingering you non stop, he kissed your clit so softly, before devouring you like it was his last meal. Your moans and cries in ecstasy was music to his ears, and his dick. Once he knew for sure you came, he looked up at you, wiping your juices off his lips, a smug smile on his face, it was his turn to serve you. He made his way back up to your lips, careful not to put any weight on your baby bump, tapping the tip of his hard erect dick on your sweet soft raw downstairs lips. He carefully slipped himself in. For every inch he put in, he would pull out and go deeper, just to tease you but also to make sure you stretch out. “Oh my sweet love, your so tight~” he groaned. Pumping himself in and out over and over again, filling you to the brim just full of him. All your little mewls and cries of pure satisfaction made him just want to pleasure him more. He took one last final pump and released himself into you. A growl leaving his lips. A moan leaving yours.

He flopped to the side of you, placing a hand on your stomach. You’re both panting after the sweet moment. He smiled and placed a hand on your cheek. “Let me clean you up my love”, he took you to the shower where you both took a moment to clean up. After the relaxing shower, you started to do your skin care routine as he looked at all the bottles you bought, seeing a lot of the oils and lotions were for your belly, he rubbed them into his hands and into your swollen pregnant belly, peppering in kisses as you cleaned, washed and moisturized your face.

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Over the next couple of months, you both took time to prepare more for the baby’s room, getting more clothes for when it’s growing out of it’s little baby clothes, diapers, decorating around the room more. It was perfect, Alejandro got little stuffed animals to lay in the crib, and he noticed something. On the night stand of the crib was a picture of when you and Ale first met. The fine print at the bottom of he frame said “Made with love” it made his heart flutter. You had just come back up stairs with the last load of laundry for the baby, you saw him looking at the picture and smiled.

“Do you remember how we first met?” He asked

“It’s a bit of a blur but yes.” You replied

The 141 task team all liked you, and they had a competition that who ever had the greatest pickup line that made you laugh the most, would take you on a date.

Alejandro walked up to you, pulling you into a soft hug. “Are you a microwave? Because mmmmmmmmmm you look good!” That was exact online he used on you that made you laugh the most. You rolled your eyes, laughing at that same line.

“I’m surprised that even worked on you.” He had a soft grimace on his face. “I remember I was giving you a shot that day for influenza, and it was so bad I was wheezing.” You laughed. “And here we are, with a little bundle of joy, due any day now.” He was looking at you in awe. “Yea if you’re kid wasn’t as stubborn as you and actually come on it’s due date.” Placing your hands on your very swollen abdomen. “You’re just one week past your due date my dear, and you still feel the baby moving right?” He asked “yes, it just feels like I’m constantly having my bladder pressed on or my lungs being kicked at.” He nuzzled his head into your swollen stomach, “anytime soon my love, we want to meet you so badly.” He lifted your shirt, rubbing and kissing all over your heavenly pregnant body.

The next day you finally started experiencing false labor pains, a sign your body was getting ready. Fucking finally! You were in and out with pain going through your body here and there. You couldn’t sleep at all during the nights while Alejandro slept like a king. Sometimes you wanted to put a pillow over his face and yell “if I’m staying up, you’re staying up with me!”. But you were nice, and you didn’t. During the times you couldn’t sleep you were always doing something around the condo you two lived in. Sometimes he’s catch you and yell at you “you should be sleeping, what are you doing at 2 am in the kitchen?” “Baking.” “Why?” “Because I can’t sleep, go back to bed.”

You couldn’t take the pain anymore. “Alejandro. We need to go to the hospital. This pain is too much.” You groaned. He picked you up with out a word and placed you into the passenger seat of his suv. He went back inside to grab the baby bag and the car seat. He strapped in the car seat and set the baby bag down near your feet. As he was pulling out of the drive way, he placed his hand on your stomach. “Has your water broke yet?” He asked concerned. “No, but I feel like it will soon.” You were in pain and he felt bad. He loved you so much and the pain you had to go through to give life to his baby was killing him. You arrived at the hospital on base (the one you work at) your team was there to congratulate you and give you a couple of things for you and the baby. But as the hours came and left, hours of pushing and screaming and crying. It was all too much for you.

“I- gah- I can’t!” You cried in agony. Alejandro was in tears seeing you in so much pain. “Can we have a moment?” He asked the doctors and nurses, they left giving you two some time.

“My love, I know this is hard and your in pain. But think, your body took months, days, and hours to make this baby. This is us, this is our love. If not for you, or me. Do this for the baby.” He had some tears leave his eyes. “I can’t imagine the pain you are in right now, and I never will. You just have a couple of more pushes, they even said that the head is staring to pop out soon, and I can already tell our baby is going to have a head full of hair. I love you so much my love. You can do this, you’re nearly half way there. Our baby, our precious little baby will be here soon.” He held you close and kissed your forehead as you cried into his chest in pain. You just needed to cry for a moment before you could continue. As the doctors and nurses came back in, you started to push again feeling a ring of fire burn your vaginal nerve as you pushed. The baby was finally born and placed onto your bare chest, she laid there so fresh out of the womb, but she wasn’t crying and you began to worry, Alejandro was beginning to panic inside. The doctors rubbed her back and took a snot sucker to her nose and mouth.

There was a long inhale before you heard the most wonderful sound in the world.

“aaa *another inhale was taken* aaaAAAAA *inhale* AAAAAAAA AAAAAA”

You began to cry tears of joy, Alejandro was right next to you, tears pouring out of his eyes. The doctors eventually took her away to clean her up and run a few test on her while the nurses helped clean you up and take out our placenta. Alejandro looked as if he had just witnessed a miracle. He was in awe of you.

They came back with you baby, you were tired and asleep in bed. The nurse had Alejandro take off his shirt for skin to skin contact with his little girl. She was so fragile and tiny to his touch, he held her close, she let out soft little coos against his chest. Tears poured down his face. This was his miracle, his little girl.

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