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chubbyheadquarters · 1 year

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♡First Valentine's Day With Them ♡

Genre: Romantic + Platonic

Pronouns: Gender-Neutral

TW/CW: None

Character(s): LMK Crew

A sorry post for being away for so long. There's another post stating why. Also, this one's a bit long, so prepare! Started writing this three days ago so sorry if there are any grammar errors, I wanted to get this out on time.

🐵Mk🐵

He's so adorable and sweet about it, it's absolutely teeth rotting. He looks up places that he thinks you'll like, see if he can get matching accessories, your favorite flowers. Everyone finds it cute- Pigsy just wishes he would put some of that effort into his deliveries.

When the day comes, he's at your home early in the morning with a giant bouquet and card with a drawing of you two. You gush about it, placing both in a safe place before giving him your gift. He's ecstatic upon seeing it, seeing as it's the new game he wanted so badly! Ugh, he loves you so much. 💖

He'll dash you away to the arcade, trying to win all the prizes he can for you, and after that, it's off to a cute little cafe that just opened. You're both enjoying your time there,goofing off and sharing treats. Of course, you end it off at Pigsy's, getting some noodles and joking around. Pigsy's so happy for his son.

At the end of the day, you thank him for the wonderful and sleep over. He's never cleaned his room do fast before-Mk's really happy that he was able to get you to smile so much. You enjoyed your time with him, and him with you. He couldn't imagine anything more perfect than this. He feels so lucky to have you as his Valentines.

☀️Sun Wukong☀️

Why choose one day to confess your love, when you can do it any or every day? What's special about THAT specific day? He doesn't get it, but he'll try his best. He'll look up what he can do, stuff he can get you, and make a quick pit stop to a food place and get you your favorite foods the day before Valentine's.

He thinks this'll be a peace of cake. After all, he's Sun Wukong! There's nothing he can't do! ... Except get rid of the nervousness that he feels as the day gets closer. What if you think it's too little? Maybe you'll see it as him taking you for granted? That he doesn't care?... Maybe he should improvise his plan a bit more.

Day of, he's at your home, inviting you to Flower Fruit Mountain. You're excited to see what he's planned, since he kept hyping it up. When you arrive, you're bombarded with gifts from the other monkeys. Fruit, flowers, little trinkets they may have stolen from Wukong's stash. It's incredibly cute and has you gushing and hugging them.

He'll bring out the food he got, along with a small cake just for you. It's kind of like a feast, and you're laughing a bit. He's a bit confused, but when you tell him how happy you are to see him put thought into this, he's beaming with pride. After stuffing your faces, you decide to hit the hay, cuddling and whispering sweet words to each other.

🌙Macaque🌙

He thinks it's a bit odd, and silly might he add, but he decides to make an effort for you. He'd start thinking about what to do, maybe make a nice dinner and get you that one item you've been eyeing. End it off with a shared night of cuddles. That should be good, right? Pfft, he's got this in the bag-

No. No he does not. As the day gets closer, he's becoming more nervous. Maybe he could take you out to a nice restaurant? He doesn't have a lot for money, nor does he like being in crowded places, but this IS an important day. He wants you to see how much you mean to him, how much you've helped him. He doesn't want you to think you're being taken for granted.

On the day of, he does his best to act all cool headed, but you can tell he's nervous. Color him surprised as you bring out a stash of gifts, from a bouquet of purple flowers that reminded you of him to an array of his favorite snacks that you personally made. You even got him some art and theatre supplies for if he ever wants to continue on that path.

He can't help but break down. It's been...so long since he's felt such warmth, so much love poured his way. He's been alone for such a long time, so having you here with him and spoiling him makes him feel absolutely blessed. After helping him calm down, you decide to have movie night, laughing and stuffing your faces. He decides that next year, he'll take you somewhere nice. A little vacation for just the two of you.

🐉Mei🐉

You're texted as soon as it hits Valentine's Day. A plaster of heart emojis and an extensive plan to fill up the day. You think it's cute, but with how long the list of locations were, you highly doubted that you'd be able to do everything. Still, you were excited to see what the day would bring.

You're bombarded with gifts. Flowers, chocolates, matching jewels. It's a bit boggling, but it's really sweet. And when you bring up the list, she's dead seat on hitting them all. You've gotta experience the best date after all! You tell her that it's fine if you don't hit them all, and that it's most likely impossible-

Nope. You hit every single location on that list. You we're swept to all sorts of restaurants and had a wide array of sweets/food, gone to the arcade and given all of the prizes. Heck, she even took you shopping to get some matching clothes, along with some she just thought looked great on you.

By the time you're heading home, you've got a large assortment of gifts. Of course, she helps you sort it into your closet and decided to stay the night. After a movie or two, you're passed out from all the energy you've spent. She'll fall asleep right after, dreaming of what she'll do for you next year.

🔥Red Son🔥

Nothing but the absolute best for his beloved. After all, it's what you deserve. Don't worry. He's got the whole day planned out. No need for you to stress about it. He's done all the research he could need, and he's absolutely confident in his plans to woo you. 😎 Liar, he's so fucking nervous.

First, he'll give you the present he's worked so hard on. A sick ass motorcycle. It's okay if you don't know how to ride it. He can teach you, plus more time spent together. Then, he'll take you to the finest restaurant, where it's only you two in a room, since no one deserves to sit in your radiance.

After that, you'll take a walk around the park, just taking in the silence and enjoying each other's company. When that's over, you'll be taken back to his house, where he'll surprise you with a shit ton of more presents he hid in his room. As said before, only the best for you.

When all the excitement has left, and it's just you two watching a movie in his room, he'll hold you close, thanking you for being with him. He didn't expect to find love, because he wasn't really looking for it, but he's glad it found him in the form of you. He can't imagine life without you, nor does be want to.

💙Sandy💙

You and Sandy have been buddies since like, forever, and you've both started the tradition of spending Valentine's together. You don't exactly remember how it happened, but it did and you're so glad it did. It's a nice way to give more gifts and spend another day together. It reminds you of how close your friendship is.

You both decide to go to a cute tea shop near by and talk about anything and everything positive, like what you think your future holds, what hobby you picked up, any new plans? Make any new friends? Others who pass by can't help but feel invigorated by the intense positivity that you and Sandy exude.

At his place, you'll do some yoga, both laughing when either one of you does a silly mistake. Once that's done, you'll help take care of the precious cats and spoil them, giving them their favorite treats and petting them to their hearts content. They'll be laying all over you two as you sit down and enjoy a movie. All around, it's a really nice and calm day.

🐷Pigsy + Tang📕

These lovable idiots probably don't know what to get at first. What do you get your friend that doesn't seem so...cliche? Tang was fine getting you something simple, like those great looking chocolates, but Pigsy wasn't. He wanted it to be more that. I mean, you were their good friend after all! And you've been along for the journey! Gotta spruce it up!

So they play to their strengths and do what they do best. Pigsy makes you a bowl of your favorite noodles-and his best one may he add. Tang, on the other hand, decided to gift you a book that you happened to have your eye on... Along with those nice looking chocolates.

Though Pigsy gets upset, you're quite happy with the gifts, thanking them for caring so deeply. You gift Pigsy a new set of kitchenware, while giving Tang a ticket for a week long bufffet, free, might you add. Safe to say, they were in tears. You all shared the chocolate, happy to spend the day together.

🌕Chang'e🌕

Don't you even worry your pretty little head, she's got this covered. It's all been planned out, so now you just have to wait for Valentine's Day to arrive. It doesn't help your curiosity when she gets excited thinking about it, the way she smiles like she's got it in the bag.

When the day arrives, she's up bright and early, getting the presents ready and later on begins cooking. You can smell it, and before you know it, you're up and heading to the kitchen. To day you were shocked is an understatement.

My girl has literally made you feast, filling the table to the brim with your favorite dishes. Seeing it all makes you hungry, and your crying at how good it is. And if you'll let her, she'll feed you herself. Watching you enjoy her cooking, something she pours her heart and soul into, makes her overjoyed.

Afterwards, you'll take a stroll, cuddling with the rabbits and just goofing around. When it's time for the Valentine's special for her show, you're welcomed as her cooking assistant and partner. It's a bit nerve wrecking at first, but you're both having fun and giggling by the end of it. You've both gotten fan mail and such about how cute y'all are and how they hope y'all stay together forever. She hopes so too.💙

🕷Spider Gang🕷

So, like, they can't really go above the ground, so no surface dates. Buuut that doesn't mean that you can't improvise. You can sneak stuff in and nobody would suspect a thing. And they don't, since they're busy trying to readjust from the LBD incident and get back into the groove.

When Valetines arrives, you're calling everyone go the meeting room, where they see a giant table decked with all the foods, desserts and drinks they like. They're surprised. Don't get them wrong, it's a lovely surprise, but how the hell did you sneak a hug ass table in-

Spider Queen is given a pair of earrings and necklace, along with some wine she had been craving. Syntax was given new parts for him to build with, along with new blueprint paper, since he was running out. Hunstman got a bunch of tea. You noticed him really enjoying some that Sandy gave him so you decided to get him some more. Strong Spider got workout equipment that suited his needs and wouldn't break so easily.

They not able to really show it, since they're not used to it, but they're really happy. You decided to spend this day with them, giving them gifts with thought and love put into them, and spend the rest of the day hanging out and laughing with them. And when they ask why, you're acting like they asked a dumb question. "You guys are my best friends! Of course I'm gonna get you something nice!" Don't look at them they're crying-

🔶Yin & Jin🔷

Ah, these dummies. As we all know, they're not the brightest, but this time, they're using every bit of their brain power to think of what to get you. You're a dear friend, one who's wrecked shit with them, and you're always there for them when they need you.

You're not really expecting anything, since to you, it's just a normal day. So imagine your surprise when these two bombard you with an assortment of random gifts. The food you've been craving, some nice smelling flowers, a bunch of miscellaneous stuff that you remember mentioning. Don't ask them where they got it from-

Y'all play some ping pong and arcade games that they had at home, along with some card games, ending the day off with you making something for them, with the three of you goofing off, laughing and poking fun at cheesy romance movies. All in all, a fantastic day for you three.

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churipu · 10 days

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SAY "DADA" 𓆝 ⋆｡𖦹°‧

ִ ࣪𖤐 featuring. gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, nanami kento x fem! reader

ִ ࣪𖤐 warnings. toji cries but he doesn't admit it bye

note. i just spent a good hour watching the "glimpse of us" parents-baby trend, it's so cute. i just had to make something family themed for the jjk men :( i'm so sorry for the lack of updates, i just finished work and boy— it was stressful.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

"come on, little guy . . . say dada, da . . . da!" gojo nodded his head slowly, in his grasp stood his one year old son.

all he got in return was a loud strained laugh from the little boy, "it's okay, baby. take it slow, come on, dada . . . da . . ." the blue eyed male softly spells out the word.

"satoru, you've been trying for an hour now." you informed him, eyeing the father-son duo every now and then, "he's going to get it eventually . . ."

gojo chuckled, "i know, baby. 'm just so excited, what if he said his first words when 'm out on a mission," a sad smile etched onto his lips as he cradled the baby in his hold.

"dada!"

it took gojo a few seconds to process what his son just uttered in excitement. slowly, the corner of his lips tugged upwards in happiness — gojo cheers loudly, nuzzling his face into your son's little belly, making him craze out in pure euphoria.

"you just said your first word, good job, buddy! 'm so proud of you," gojo muffled out into the baby's tummy, "daddy's so proud of you."

gojo then faced you, "his first word is dada, i'm going to cry . . ."

to which he did, sniffling loudly — making the little boy imitate him, scrunching his face into a big frown before wailing out a loud cry. hearing your baby cry, gojo softly hushed him, patting his back, "no, no, baby. daddy's crying of happiness, not sadness, please don't cry."

"aren't you two just the cutest?" you asked, kissing the baby on his chubby cheek — calming him down almost immediately. his loud cries ceasing down under your touch.

"we are." gojo chuckled, nose raging red from sniffling mucus.

"please get rid of your snot, satoru . . ."

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

"come on, dada. say it." toji mutters, pulling on megumi's little cheek — gently, and the baby seemingly annoyed, swats off his father's giant fingers.

toji scoffed, "huh, wonder where y' got that attitude from."

you eyed him, "what do you mean? megumi's exactly just like you — i carry him for nine months and he ends up being a copy of you," you chuckled, ruffling megumi's hair.

the young ten month old baby crawled his way over to you, settling himself on his lap, eyeing his father sharply, "what're y'looking at, huh?"

instinctively you hit toji's bicep gently, "stop that."

"'m not doing anything . . ." toji replies back, rolling his eyes before crossing his arms, "stupid baby."

"dada!" megumi shrieks out, pointing his small finger accusingly at toji, a cute glare looming over his dark eyes, "dada!"

toji blinked once. twice. thrice, and he ended up scoffing, looking away from both you and megumi, "he said his first word, and it's me," toji mutters into his skin, clamping his palm over his lips as his elbow propped down onto the couch's hand rest.

"good job, 'gumi!" you cheered, raising the boy up in the air, kissing his cheek which made the baby erupt in small laughter.

megumi crunched his legs happily, yelling out gibberish with a mix of "dada dada!"

"that's right, dada!" you parrot happily, gently hopping with megumi in your arms. eyeing toji who had been silent, "toji, are you okay?"

he grunted, brushing his face with his hands, "do i not look okay?"

"did you cry?" you ask.

toji grunted yet again in disdain, "why would i cry because the brat said his first word?" he did.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

nanami sat on the floor cross-legged with his eleven month old daughter on his lap as he scanned the newspaper. at every page, his daughter didn't miss every spot on the dull colored paper, pointing at the paper and muttering out incoherent words.

"mhm, that's terrible news, isn't it?" he replies, sipping on his coffee mug.

you emerged from behind the bedroom door, hair disheveled, "good morning," you mumble out, wiping the back of your finger over your eyes.

"dada!"

you froze and eyed your daughter, and nanami did too. his head looked down onto the young girl in amusement, his gaze softening, "your first word . . ." he whispers, carrying the baby into his strong arms.

"you just said your first word, baby!" your raspy morning voice chirped, it was as if your exhaustion had disappeared in a heap of moments and you trotted down the ground, approaching the father-daughter.

"i'm so proud of you," nanami gently placed a kiss on top of his daughter's head, cradling her small body.

you were pulled into a hug by nanami, his arm wrapped around your shoulder and he pulled you to his side — his cheek leaning on your head in content, "good morning."

"dada dada!" your daughter cheered happily, patting nanami's face with her small hands.

"mhm, i'm dada, baby." he mumbles, letting the young girl do as she likes. you cooed softly at the sight, wrapping an arm around his waist.

a good morning it is.

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gglitch1dd · 6 months

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Honey (Yakuza Eijiro x Baby Mama Reader)

Day 10 of Breedingtober

Your boyfriend finally comes home after 5 months away and as angry as you are with him, you're glad to have him home.

Warning: Implied murder at the end, SMUT, CHOKING/Breath play, BREEDING, unprotected sex, GUNS, a baby, reference of matching tatoos Words: 6k

“Oh who’s a good girl?” You praised as you washed Reika’s hair. The little baby giggled in the bath as she held onto one of her yellow rubber duckies as she stared up at you with ruby eyes.

You loved her more than you had breath in your lungs. She was your everything. Reika, the little chubby girl, was quite a character but she was the cutest little decision you ever made. Never mind how painful she was to deliver but nevertheless, you couldn’t regret a thing when she looked up at you like you were her world.

“You’re so pretty, Rei-Rei.” You cooed as you rubbed her soft cheek making her giggle as she put a soft hand to yours. “You ready to get out now?” You asked her rhetorically.

Before you could hear her not really necessary answer you heard something drop. However it wasn’t in the bathroom you were in. You paused as you turned your head to look out to the dark hallway.

Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you slowly stood up from where you were. All the windows were closed as far as you knew and you had cleaned up the apartment so there shouldn’t have been anything to fall down on the ground.

You looked to Reika. You didn’t want to leave her but you didn’t want to stay in case there was an intruder. You bent down to Reika putting a kiss on her head. You carefully moved to the door, peaking into the hallway. It was silent for a second, before another sound down the hall came again. You furrowed your eyebrows but let out a heavy breath. You carefully moved into the hallway, your feet covered in socks thankfully so that you didn’t make a noise. You quickly moved into your room. You moved to your closet, quickly opening up the safe and taking out the handgun.

You moved back into the hallway, holding the gun safely with one hand underneath it to steady the weight of the gun. You moved steadily, one foot in front of the other as you focused on moving forward. You heard scratching around your kitchen. You swallowed down hard. You reminded yourself that you had to protect yourself and your daughter.

No matter the cost.

It was something your boyfriend had believed in religiously and one you planned on carrying. You moved slowly as you put your back to the wall just outside the kitchen as you looked down at the gun in your hands. You prayed it was just some rabid animal like a possum or something or a cat that had slipped into your apartment.

Without thinking about it for much longer, you turned quickly to point your gun straight into the kitchen, your eyes catching on red and immediately focusing the barrel of the gun in that direction.

Instantly the perpetrator froze, one of the cupcakes you had made that morning in hand and half in his mouth. You stared into the ruby eyes of Yakuza boss Kirishima Eijiro. His eyes wide as he looked at you. He then put on a sharp cheesy smile as he gave you a small wave. “Hey honey.” He let out nervously. You lowered the gun as you stared at him. He swallowed down heavily before letting out a nervous chuckle. “I’m home…”

“Eijiro…” He carefully put down the cupcake, frosting already on his mouth showing that he had helped himself to one already. You scowled at him before letting out an annoyed growl. “You lying son of a bitch!” You shouted as you waved the gun as you stomped over to him. His eyes went wide as his back was pressed against the counter. “You told me that you were coming back! Where the fuck have you been the past five months huh!?” You shouted as you pointed the gun right underneath his chin making him still, the large redhead stared down at you, intimidated by your careless holding of the gun in your hand. “I’ve been here with a newborn for months waiting on your stupid ass and not a word from you!” He opened his mouth. “And I don’t give a shit about what Tetsu says because he isn’t you! I swear to God, I’m going to kill you. I’m going to kill you. I’m going to castrate you, mould your dick then burn it and then throw the rest of you away because-”

You were easily interrupted as the gun was taken out of your hand and you were disarmed. You were turned around and pinned against the counter, his large mass of muscle and height pressed you against the counter, forcing you to look up at him as he had you trapped in his embrace. Although you were a pretty skilled fighter yourself, nothing could beat the raw strength that Kirishima Eijiro had.

He tilted his head with a soft smirk, large hand wrapped around your neck, his pointer finger stroking your jaw as he looked down at you. “I missed you too, Y/N.” He let out lowly. You were angry. Of course, you were, but you couldn’t help but melt as he bent down and kissed you. He put the gun down on the counter and wrapped his other arm around you, deepening the kiss. You wrapped your arms around him in desperation, wanting him closer. You ached for him, you needed him just as much as you wanted to push him away. The matching ink on your arm, the same that he had, told everything it needed to.

Eijiro groaned as he separated from you, “God, I missed you.” He nearly whispered. “I missed you both so much.”

You stared up at him for a moment before frowning. “If you missed us, you wouldn’t have been away for so long.” You pushed yourself away from him.

Eijiro let out a breath as he watched you put on the safety and unload the gun as if it was something casual. “The case took longer than I expected, but I told you I wouldn’t take a step into prison and I didn’t.” You knew that was true. From the moment he had left, you kept your eye on the news for anything to do with the charges against your husband. You were lucky enough to know that the next time you would see him it wouldn’t be behind a thick pane of glass. “Then I had loose strings to tie up and business to take care of.”

“Like what?”

You heard a file be placed down on the counter next to you. You turned to look back at Eijiro. He had his large arms folded over his chest, his sleeves rolled up exposing the tattoo sleeve of a dragon on his left arm. He motioned to it. You didn’t say anything as you moved to check what was in the file. You opened it. Your eyes widened in surprise.

In it was evidence of ownership of a home, the keys still in one of the pockets. You flipped it again to reveal Eijiro’s will, and you noticed Reika and your names on it. You flipped it again to see documents. Life insurance, medical insurance, a bank account in Reika’s name with money that would be unremovable and developing interest until she was eighteen. Everything. The more you flipped through it, the more evidence you found of everything done to ensure a safe future for you and Reika should anything happen to him.

And right at the end was a marriage contract for the both of you.

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes.

Eijiro smiled as he looked over at you. Nothing was particularly said but he moved over to you. His movements were slow, but he got to you in no time with long strides of his legs. He pulled you into his arms. “I’m sorry I was gone for so long.” He whispered near your ear. You closed your eyes, putting your head to his heart. That’s all you wanted to listen to. His heart. The thing that beat for you and your daughter alone. You closed your eyes letting your tears fall as you held onto his warm figure.

You nodded your head as you just enjoyed the feel of him. “It’s okay…. Just… just don’t do it again, please.”

He chuckled and bent down to kiss the top of your head. “I would never do such a thing.”

Before you could even think of kissing him, you both heard a loud whine. That’s when you remembered your poor Reika who was all alone in her bathtub.

You gasped as you quickly rushed into the hallway. “Reika! I’m coming baby!” You shouted as you ran into the bathroom. The little one had thrown her duck out of the bath, her face flushed as she was near to tears. Her chubby face was in distress as she sat in the bath with a sad look on her face. The moment she saw you again, she reached up to you with chubby small hands, her cheeks wet as she cried for you. “Aww, Reika. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You apologised as you grabbed her fluffy towel and lifted her up into your arms. You rubbed her to make sure she was nice and warm as you held her in your arms. She continued to cry, sweet kitten sounds as you placed kisses to the side of her head. “Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry. Daddy got me distracted, but I’m here now. Mama is here. Mama is here.”

You gently rocked her in your arms, trying to calm her down as she rested her head against you. Appearing in the doorway was Eijiro, who peaked his head in after putting the gun away in the safe. His eyes found their way to you as you tried to calm his daughter. He was slow to move in, not wanting to interrupt your space with her. But then Reika looked up from your shoulder over to him. Ruby met ruby.

And Eijiro was sure he fell in love.

You looked down at Reika and then to Eijiro. Her crying had simmered down but she still seemed rather in a fragile state. You carefully walked over to Eijiro who looked down at her. You gave him a gentle smile and carefully put Reika in his arms, making his eyes grow wide. He carefully held her to his chest, putting a hand behind her head as well, to support her head. The both of them looked at each other with identical expressions. Wide ruby eyes and almost confused looks.

Then Eijiro started crying.

He had a smile on his face but tears came to his eyes. “Hey…” He spoke softly. He sniffed as he put a kiss to her forehead. “Hi, Reika. It’s Daddy, princess. Daddy’s here. Sorry I took so long.” You watched him carefully hold her and look down at her as if she was his entire world. Reika didn’t say anything but at least she stopped crying. She reached up to put her soft hands on his face and Eijiro lost it. Full on sobs, snot and tears. It took Reika by surprise to see him cry as he put his head down and squeeze her to his chest. You chuckled at the sight, watching such a big man fight sobs at the sight of baby not even six months old.

Your daughter looked at you almost as if pleading for help.

You put Eijiro on night duty. He had not done it since the first few weeks after she was born so he was a bit rusty but with your supervision, he was a champ. He managed to change her, dress her (he put on her onesie the wrong way the first time) and then watched all wide eyed and interested as you fed her and slowly put her to bed.

You were grateful that she was just like her father in that aspect, one good feeding and she was out like a light, sleeping with her little hands joined together as you covered her in a blanket and allowed her to sleep in her crib. You led Eijiro out of her room as you let out a heavy sigh. You moved to your bed, moving to sit down. You were exhausted and you probably needed to sleep soon.

Eijiro moved over to sit down next to you as you flopped back to lie down on the bed. You stared up at the ceiling for a second. You heard a low laugh from Eijiro, making you flick your eyes to look over to him. You raised an eyebrow wondering what had him all giggly. He leaned back to look down at you. “You’re… you’re so good with her.” He let out lowly with a gentle smirk. “Seriously. And she’s… she’s perfect.”

“Well, of course she is. I made her.” That made him laugh. You smiled gentle as you looked at him. You put a hand over his. “I’m glad you think so, Eij.”

“Mh.” He carefully moved to scoop you up in his arms rather effortlessly, never ceasing to catch you by surprise. He pulled you up so that you sat on his lap, straddling him with his hands on your hips as he stared up at you with a stupid grin on his face making you giggle. “You know, she is so cute. So cute in fact, that she deserves a sibling for being so cute.” He reached up and kissed you.

You couldn’t help but melt into the kiss, holding him tightly as you let him kiss you. You leaned back with a chuckle once you realised what he had just said to you. You shook your head. “Oh we aren’t doing this again, Eijiro.” You let out lowly. “I know how you think.”

“Oh but you were so sexy whilst pregnant, sugar.” He moved to kiss your neck, his sharp teeth grazing your pulse making you weak. Every kiss to your body had you sinking deeper and deeper into his grasp, so much so that you were sure that before long you would be nothing but clay in his grasp to mould to how he pleases. “You’re sexy right now. Fuck~ All the weight you put on got me chubbing in my pants, honey.” He grabbed at your body harsher, moving your hips down. On instinct, you grind down on his clothed dick that you could already feel pushing against you.

It was true that after putting on weight during your pregnancy, you really didn’t have the time to lose it. It was one of your biggest insecurities but also something that you had sort of tuned out since you were so busy taking care of Reika all the time, you barely noticed how you looked. Of course, you did see members of the Yakuza clan like Tetsu, Mina, Sero and Eijiro’s sister, Tamami, was over all the time to play with your niece and take care of her giving you time to actually take a shower and relax for a bit.

However right now, your stomach was doing flips, feeling his big hands on your body, kneading and grabbing at your skin like he couldn’t get enough of it. He let out a low groan as he moved his kisses back up to your jaw making you gasp. “God, I’ve missed you.” He breathed out.

That was your breaking point. You quickly moved to grab at his shirt, undoing it as fast as you could. The large redhead laughed at your eagerness, finding it rather amusing that you were so eager to have him, but it would be a lie to say that he wasn’t the same. Quickly, you pulled of his shirt, allowing him to rip it off his body and you were on his lips once more. You let your hands feel his warm skin and muscles. You had missed him so much. You had ached for him and his body so much that nothing could satisfy you the way that he could.

“I want you.” You whispered against his lips. You moved to take off your oversized shirt, throwing it off somewhere behind you as well as your bra, and moving back to kiss him eagerly. He immediately went to pinching your nipples making you whine at the pain and pleasure that bloomed together. Eijiro fell back onto the bed, before flipping the both of you over so that you could lie underneath him. He moved to kiss down your body, giving each of your nipples a kiss, promising to give them attention soon, before going down between your legs.

If there was one thing more than anything that Eijiro loved to do to you, it was eating you out until you were crying on his tongue. He got off to it and man did you love it. He threw your thighs over his shoulders as he went mouth first straight into your cunt. You sucked in a breath immediately before letting out a low moan at the feeling of his tongue on your clit, sucking.

You couldn’t help but whine. It had been a long time since you had last gotten any sort of attention like this and you didn’t exactly have the time to get yourself off when you had a newborn in your life now. But now… you felt as if you were in heaven. Eijiro held your thighs as he wiggled his tongue inside you. He loved watching you wiggle and whimper as you didn’t know how to handle him anymore. He found it adorable watching you, but more importantly, he loved watching your sex.

He stuck two fingers inside of you, feeling you clamp down on him, almost wanting more than what he was giving you. You whimpered as you moved your hips, trying to fuck yourself on his fingers. He let out a laugh. “You so needy, baby?” He asked.

“Eijiro please don’t tease me.” You begged as you looked down to him. “Don’t tease me, just…” You grunted as you moved your hips some more. Eijiro curved his fingers making you moan. You were so close. So fucking close. “Just fuck me already!” You shouted at him. “I’ve waited long enough.”

A smirk pulled to his face, finding you so amusing. “God, I love you.” He chuckled as he stood up, his fingers still inside you, making sure you would be able to take his cock as he took off his pants. Oral can wait for later, right now, you wanted a good dicking down and that’s what he was going to give you. He felt you clench around his fingers at the sight of his cock.

You loved Kirishima Eijiro.

But if there was one thing you’d save about him, it would have to be his cock.

It was gorgeous. Thick like a coke can and long enough that you were sure you had still never taken the entire damn thing. You were always left crying and screaming on the thing and damn did you love it. Eijiro had ruined sex from any other man for you and you couldn’t care less. Not when you got to keep his cock all to yourself.

A grin moved to his face as he carefully moved to shift your body further up the bed along with him. You pulled him down for a kiss, pulling him closer to you so that you could feel him, taste him and breathe him in all at once. Eijiro held you securely kissing you back as he slowly retracted his fingers from inside you, a groan leaving your mouth. You felt so empty without him but you knew that being patient for just a bit longer will get you what you craved.

Eijiro gripped your thighs, separating from you as he pushed your thighs against your chest, bringing your knees to your shoulders. Eijiro kept a hand down against the underside of your thighs as he stared down at the view in front of him. A low groan left his mouth as he slowly stroked his cock at the sight of you all pretty for him. You twitched as you felt the head of his cock move up and down your slit, spreading his precum all over your slit. You bit down on your bottom lip with a whine, so desperate just to take him.

Slowly you felt the head of his cock slip into you, making you both groan. The feeling of his thick cock inside you was euphoric, feeling every twitch and press into your sex. Eijiro was slow, savouring the wonderous feeling before finally pushing everything inside you. You wiggled a bit, moving to adjust how you were to a more comfortable position as you stared up at him.

With the go ahead from you, Eijiro made swift work into pressing you down, folding you in half and ramming into you hard. You let out moans as you felt him move in and out of you, your sex gripping on to him tightly as if you didn’t want to separate and be without him. He groaned at the feeling of your sex wrapped around his cock, but continued on his pursuit.

The rhythmic thrusts into you were enough to keep your mind numb and happy, content moans left your mouth as you enjoyed the action. Eijiro shifted before thrusting in again, hitting a spot inside you that had you releasing a loud shout. He hit that spot again, and again, and again, and you almost felt as though you were gonna scream. It was an endless assault on your sex.

“Oh shit! Oh fuck- Eijiro! Eijiro right there!” You encouraged as you moved to grip onto his shoulders instead of holding onto your legs, letting them rest on his shoulders. “Right fucking there!” You arched your back as little as you were allowed to with a moan.

However, you were cut off by Eijiro placing a hand around your neck, squeezing gently making your eyes go wide. He stopped for a second as he leaned down closer to you, a smirk on his face. “Now keep quiet honey, you’re gonna wake up my daughter from her precious slumber. Don’t need her waking up because her mother’s too much of a slut.”

He didn’t let go of your neck, squeezing it enough to just leave you breathless but it made you wetter too. You groaned with your eyes rolled back at the blissful feeling of so much pleasure and no air all at the same time. It was almost as if you were floating, and yet you were going to explode at any second. It felt heavenly. Eijiro flexed his fingers allowing you to gasp, your cunt spasming around his cock as you abruptly felt yourself cum hard around him. A strangled keen escaping your mouth as you sunk down closer towards him. However, another squeeze to your neck had your cunt gripping his cock like a vice.

Eijiro loved it. He loved feeling your pulse in the palm of his hand, he loved the feeling of your wet sex wrapped around him, making him feel seconds away from coming inside you. And factually, he was. He held you tight as he focused on fucking into you, heavy breaths tumbling out of his mouth as he focused on moving in and out of you, pounding as he hit your cervix.

He couldn’t think straight even if he wanted to. A groan tumbled out of his throat as he looked up for a second. God, he had missed you. He had missed you so much. He had missed your smile, your laugh, your hands on his body and your cunt. You were still so tight around him and it made a rush go through him knowing that this was the same body that gave him his beloved daughter. “Fuck~ I’m gonna cum.” He rambled out as he let go of you and placed his hands either side of you. You gasped as you finally got air unrestricted. You reached up and held onto him as you took deep breaths. Eijiro had his head buried in the crook of your neck. “I’m gonna cum. Fuck, you feel so good. You feel so fucking good. I’m gonna-”

The words were taken right out of his mouth as pure euphoria went through his body. Eijiro let out a groan of your name as he held you, his thrusts now slow as he came inside you. You felt so full, feeling him press inside you and cum inside you. You were too tired to care, and honestly you always loved the feeling of him taking you raw. Nothing was better than it. You were addicted to the floating endless feeling of him and you joined together, how it was meant to be.

You were both heaving by the end of it. Exhausted, tired but so content. Then you realised…

You let out a groan. “Eijiro, not again! You came inside me.”

It took your man a second before an amused laugh tumbled out of his lips. “Honey, I thought you loved it when I did that.” He pushed himself back up, his thick hair cascading down his back angelically, reminding you of how gorgeous he was.

You looked up at him tiredly with a pointed look. “I’m not on birth control. I haven’t been for more than a year now.” You reminded him. Eijiro grinned with a smug look on his face. Just at the sight of his expression you swatted his pecs making him laugh.

“What!? I think we can give Reika a sibling or two.” He spoke lowly.

You glared up at him. However, there was an itching feeling inside you that wanted more of him. No matter the risks. You turned to look at him. Eijiro felt your gaze on him and turned to look at you. He chuckled but moved over to you again. Before he could kiss you, you both heard crying.

Crying came out of the baby monitor making you both pause. You groaned but Eijiro chuckled as he gave you a small peck. “You get some sleep, I’m on night duty, remember.” You smiled as you watched him get up, slipping on his pair of boxers before leaving the room. “I’m coming, Reika. Don’t worry.”

You watched with a gentle smile as he left the room. You were glad to see him back with the two of you, where he belonged.

The music of the club was obnoxiously loud. So much so, one could feel the thump of the beat of the current song playing in one’s soul. The dark atmosphere lit by dim and neon lights made the almost delirious feeling of being in the club heightened. Like being stuck in a fever dream.

Kirishima Eijiro walked into the club, his shoulders relaxed and his head held high. An attendant of the club immediately led him towards the VIP section. Kirishima watched everything around him inquisitively. This was one of his newer clubs. Just one of the many ways he got his money, but Eijiro knew everything about the club despite its recent opening.

It was his club after all. The neon sign of Riot indicating exactly who owned the whole establishment. Everything from the bottles of liquor that lined the wall of the bar, the cushioned seats of the booths, to the men and women entertaining in the skimpy outfits on the stage and around the club. Everything was paid for, owned or owed to him.

Or it would be, if people didn’t think stealing from him was a good idea.

Eijiro walked up the double glazed glass stairs, up to the VIP floor. There weren’t many people on the floor. Perfect. He didn’t particularly need an audience for tonight. He walked over to the group of men that sat together, waiting on the redhead.

The moment his presence was registered, instantly all four of them stood. “Boss.” They said simultaneously, serious expressions on their faces.

Eijiro gave them a curt nod, pulling his hands out of his pockets. He sat down on an isolated cushioned one-seater in front of them. His legs spread as he turned his head to look off the balcony at the stage. A pretty brunette on stage, in turquoise heels and matching lingerie. The redhead turned his attention back to the four men who hadn’t moved. Although the four men stood at attention, intimidated by the large man that sat in front of them, they were more aware of the baby that sat in his lap.

A pretty little baby girl with short black hair in little pigtails and red bows. She sat in a red puffy dress and little shoes as she held a rubber duck in her hands. She had wide beautiful ruby eyes and looked so innocent in contrast to her father.

“Sit, gentlemen.” His deep voice rumbled out as he motioned to the seats they were previously sitting on, with thick fingers. At his orders, they sat in front of him, not as relaxed as he seemed to be. “So…” Eijiro started a hard look on his face, he put a large hand to Reika’s head, twirling one of her pigtails. “Report.”

The highest-ranking member in front of him, Mr Tsukishima started speaking but Eijiro wasn’t listening. He knew everything this man was saying to him was utter bullshit and was surprised that even when sitting in front of him, he had the balls to lie to him. It made his jaw tense and his hands itch to hit something. His large fingers ticked in anger, however the feeling of his daughter’s soft little hands hold onto him thumb in interest calmed him down. Reika leaned back against her father, putting the rubber duck in her mouth to chew on.

Like an angel of saving grace, a beautiful woman walked over to them. Black heeled knee high boots clacking on the ground, instantly catching Eijiro’s attention before even seeing her. You appeared to his right, a tablet in hand and your eyes half lidded in an alluring look. Eijiro looked to you. You wore the black club uniforms, not a performer but a waiter. A name tag written, Honey.

“Anything you want, gentlemen?” You asked, balancing your weight on one leg, highlighting the fishnet stockings you wore over your skin.

Eijiro looked you up and down. His red crimson eyes eating you up unashamedly. “Rum. Ice.” He ordered simply.

You took all their orders, noting it down on your tablet. You nodded your head once you got all of them. “Order coming up.” You turned on your heels, eyes glancing at the redhead, an unnoticeable wink sent his way as you passed by him, hips swaying dangerously close to his head. Reika looked up to you with a gurgle of excitement, waving you goodbye as you left.

The redhead noticed the men across from him and the lingering gazes on you. A surge of pride and possessiveness blooming from his chest as his sharp smirk broadened. He cleared his throat. “Gentlemen, let's cut to the chase.” He adjusted his seating. “I came here to find out two things. One I already know. First off, where is my money.” He listed on one of his thick fingers. His face not showing any signs of anger or resentment which made the men across from him stiffen. “And two, are you lying to me? Now I already know that one, from the moment you opened your mouths, so that leaves me with the missing five million yen.”

“Mr Kirishima…” Eijiro’s predatorial blood red eyes shot to Mr Tsukishima. His face expressionless as he waited for an explanation. It made the man in front of him swallow hard as he adjusted his seating. A nervous chuckle came from him. “I… we… have n-no idea what you’re talking about.”

You came back with their drinks, having fetched them from the VIP bar. You placed the four men’s drinks on the table but personally handed Eijiro’s to him. The redhead took a sip of the alcohol in his glass. He motioned for you to come closer to him. “Clear?” He asked.

You nodded your head. “Empty.” You spoke in borderline silence only for the redhead to hear.

Eijiro nodded. “Gentlemen, I would like you to meet my lovely second in command, Kirishima Y/N.” He motioned to his right over to you. At the name of the infamous Yakuza’s wife, they paled. You waved over to them with a smile. “And she’s been telling me all the shit that has been happening behind my back, here.” Eijiro continued. “Now, I am a generous man, so I’ll give you all five seconds to put all my money back into my account.” He stated simply. His expression was void of anything. “One.”

“Mr Kirishima, we can explain-” They started making excuses.

“Two.” Eijiro wasn’t in a merciful mood tonight. He had to fly all the way down here to deal with these fools, when he should be at home. When you all should have been at home together. “Three.” Mr Tsukishima started typing on his phone furiously as the others started spewing nonsense Eijiro couldn’t bring himself to listen to.

You pulled out a suppressed pistol from one of your boots. You turned off the safety and checked the weapon over. Reika reached up to you in want with a whine. “Mama.” She waved over to you.

“Not now baby, mama’s working. Just give me a minute, please.” You said sweetly with an air kiss to her.

“Four.” Eijiro downed the rum and placed it on the glass table in front of him. He adjusted Reika on his lap, grabbing her rubber duck and squeezing it to draw her attention. “Fi-”

“IT’S THERE!” His phone vibrated. You paused and looked towards your husband for his call. Eijiro raised an eyebrow in surprise. He pulled out his phone. A notification from his bank. “It’s there! Just please, Mr Kirishima. Mercy.” They begged.

Eijiro waited a second. He smiled. He stood up, his daughter hypnotised by the duck and the squeaky noises it made in his hands that kept her looking anywhere that wasn’t at them. Without a word he nodded to all of them and turned around. All four of them breathed a sigh of relief. Eijiro made his way to the exit then he stopped. “By the way gentlemen,” He tilted his head to look back at them. “You didn’t pay me with interest.” He raised a single hand and motioned to you. “Honey, do you mind?” Eijiro looked down at his beautiful daughter as he squeezed the duck, his large body blocking out the scene you would create. “Reika, princess. You ready to go home?” He asked sweetly.

Without looking back he went down the stairs, hearing only the sounds of bodies falling on the ground.

This was a great way to end breedingtober. Just a reminder of what I had said early in october. Some stuff came up and i can't finish the last two things. I'm sorry to disappoint you but I really can't. I've just been posting what has already been written for quite some time now. So yah. I apologise for that once again.

#mha x y/n #kirishima x reader #mha #kirishima smut #dad kirishima #dilf kirishima #kirishima eijiro x reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #eijiro x reader #kirishima eijiro #eijiro smut #eijiro kirishima #kirishima eijirou x reader #kirishima eijirou smut #eijirou x reader #yakuza kirishima

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toji-girl · 2 months

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tags; repost (please read, I know it's the day after Valentine's Day and this is a Christmas drabble lol) very self-indulging drabble made into an x reader + fluff + you're Gumi's mom who is a toddler + you're heavily pregnant + soft domestic husband! Toji + decorating the Christmas tree + both truly deserve happiness

"What did I tell you about lifting things?" Toji asked from behind when he caught you trying your best to crouch down to grab the box filled with the tree decorations that your son all but begged for.

He stepped forward and helped you then snaked his large arms under your swollen belly to lift it, your daughter kicked him making your husband chuckle as he buried his face in your hair gently.

You hugged him back enjoying the rare moment like this, the feeling of love flowing between you and him. "Gumi wanted to decorate the tree bad, and I'm only pregnant so I can do things on my own babe."

Toji huffed a little and gently dropped your stomach before turning you around just in time for Megumi to come running in with his dogs hot on his little feet which made him laugh and squeal for you.

"Momma! Momma!" He cried playfully, chubby cheeks pushed into a smile as Toji scooped him up and tickled his chin before handing his son to you, knowing Megumi is a momma's boy no matter what.

His blue eyes which resembled his dads gazed down at the box with a clap as Toji took him again and shooed off the dogs before grabbing the decorations along with Gumi as he walked with you to the living room.

Once Toji had Gumi and the box on the floor he opened the lid and coughed at the small layer of dust that accumulated during the year they were put up in the attic. "I think we should get a new color scheme, what do you think?" You asked looking down at the tote.

For as long as you could remember it was the same, red and green and silver and while that was the classic colors you wanted something new. "Blue!" Megumi requested grabbing an ornament.

"Hold on bud, you need to be careful. Your mom would have my butt if you got hurt." Toji chuckled and lifted his son high in the air to let him put the ornament on the tree as you watched with soft eyes.

Tears gathered and burned from the hormones racking your body, quickly you grabbed your phone off the coffee table and snapped a picture of them with a giggle.

They both looked at you and burst into tears before looking at each other. "Don't cry, momma!" Megumi exclaimed wiggling out of his dad's arms to waddle over to you with his own watery eyes.

#Toji x reader #Toji fluff #toji fushiguro #toji x you #fushiguro toji #jjk x reader #Toji x reader fluff #Fushiguro Toji x reader #Toji Fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushigro x reader #jjk toji x you #jjk toji

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wifeofnatasharomanoff · 22 days

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could i request a mob nat oneshot from that universe seeing nat as a mom to her kid? it says we have a kid and it doesn’t need to be overly fluffy or anything… just curious what this badass mob boss looks like as a mom

HAPPINESS

WARNINGS: a bit of violence, gunshots, cute family moments, brief angst, fluff

RELATIONSHIP: natasha romanoff x f!reader

a/n: lol me after not posting for months 😅

AU: Darkest Nights

You wake up to the sounds of laughter in the bedroom, turning, you notice the side beside yours on the bed is empty. Where were the noises coming from? You sat up on the bed to see Natasha on the floor, a batman action figure in her hand and a toy car in the other. Her red hair was up in a loose braid and you could barely see the front of her face properly, but the one face you did see was a baby boy. Well – not really a baby more like a toddler. Except he wasn’t turning two for another few months. His chubby, rose-tinted cheeks were puffed up and small but loud giggles erupted from him. Natasha heard rustling from the bedsheets and looked up at you to see that you were already up. “Did we wake you up, babe?” she asked, her eyes were on you but she still kept her focus on the baby, making sure he wasn’t putting anything he wasn’t supposed to in his mouth. Some toys they make for babies are too small, Alex was teething and liked chewing on his toys sometimes.

The corners of your lips curled into a smile, “No,” you chuckled, moving your hair strands away from your face. “It’s past 10, I was bound to wake up by now.” You reassure her. “Oh, good – I mean, it’s just you looked peaceful. For once.” you narrow your eyes as you throw the blanket that was draped over your body off yourself. “And who’s fault is it that I’m never at peace?” you retorted, getting up from the bed. She winced, “sorry, krasivaya.” you laughed at the sarcasm that lied beneath her words and lightly threw a smaller pillow from the bed towards her. “Jerk.” she caught the pillow and set it next to her, “c’mere, baby.” her arms were long enough to reach up to your hips while you were folding the blankets. Alex squealed, his stubby little hands moved up and down in agreement. “See, even our son wants mommy to play with us.” Natasha said, her hands grabbed onto your hips and pulled you to the carpet on the floor. “Natasha!” you shouted, playfully shoving her hand away, as she burst out laughing, the baby didn’t know any better and laughed along with her.

“You’re unbelievable. I hope you know that.” she smirked at what you had said before responding, “I think I’m believable enough, how else is–” you interrupt her, “whatever you’re going to say, don’t say it. I’m positive it isn’t appropriate.” Natasha’s hand rested on your shoulder, “Okay, I’m not that bad.” she paused, “maybe.”

“Momyy!!” Alex mustered up a word, sliding his mini spiderman toy over to you. “You want mommy and mama to play with you, lovebug?” you smile, grabbing the toy and giving it back to him. He nodded. “Alright, you can be little spiderman, mama will be batman and –” you turn to Natasha, “what will I be?” you ask. “And mommy’s barbie!” she excitedly says to the boy as she hands you a barbie doll. “A happy family, aren’t we?” she cupped your face before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I’m barbie? Seriously?” she grinned without a thought, “no, you’re prettier than barbie, baby.”

“You’re such a sweet talker, darling.” you turned your attention back to Alex, dramatically gasping before speaking once more. “Oh my goodness, where's spiderman’s car?” the baby gasped as if he was missing a car, “oh look! There it is!” you gave the car to Natasha before Alex got the chance to grab it from you.

“Oh, no! Batman stole your car, spiderman. Go steal it back from him!” you accused Natasha and pointed at her, immediately, Alex crawled over to her and started to lightly punch her, in a poor attempt to get his car back. Which of course, didn’t do much to her at all. “You can’t have this car, it’s mine now, spiderman!” Natasha took the car in her hand and raised it up in the air to where the boy couldn’t reach.

The sound of glass shattering pulled both you and Natasha away from playtime. “Natasha, wh—” you heard it again, except this time you saw the window beside your nightstand break. “Get the gun under the bed and take Alex.” her voice was stern, as if she was ordering you. Your eyes widened as fear crept up your spine, “Natasha, what was that?” you heard it again, but this time there wasn’t any glass to stop the noise, it was clear that it was a gunshot. You pulled a box from under the bed and took a pistol out, grabbing Alex into your arms, you slowly stood up to not gain attention from movement in the bedroom. “Darling, I– where will we go?” unshed tears pooled in your eyes as your bottom lip quivered, “as of now, go to the bar. Look for Yelena, and she’ll know where to take you.”

You gently touched her arm, “Are you not coming with us?” she shook her head, “it’ll cause too much commotion, they’ll know you’re with me. I’ll find you. I’ll find you both. Don’t worry, baby.” you blinked back the tears to stop them from dropping, “Nat. you said this wouldn’t happen, you promised that they weren’t going to find us… I thought we were finally getting back to our normal lives!” she pulled the both of you close, kissing your forehead, cheeks, the top of the baby’s head. “I know, I’m sorry, baby, I’ll fix this. I’m so sorry, I love you both, so much. Trust me, I’ll deal with them and we’ll come back together before you can blink, krasivaya.” Natasha kissed your lips once more, “I love you.” she wiped away your tears, “don’t die.” the smile you had faltered for a moment when you said that, knowing that there could be a possibility that for an instance something could go completely, and terribly wrong. “I won’t. C’mon, you know me better than that, baby.” you let out a dry chuckle at her trying to lighten the mood. “Go. I’ll be back.” Natasha’s protective hold was gone, you simply nodded. Another gunshot could be heard from the other side of the house, you didn’t want Alex to cry so you covered his ears. “I love you too.”

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha x you #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #mob boss natasha romanoff #roza answers <3

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caramelberzatto · 7 months

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sleepless in chicago // c. berzatto

HI!! here is my first ever dad!carm fic because i simply couldn't get him out of my head. i just love this sweet, little fic so much?? because it just felt so cosy for me when i was writing. i hope you guys love it, too :) and also, i'd like everyone to welcome little riley michael berzatto <3 - clarke pairing: carmy x fem!reader (no description, use of fem pronouns)

The streetlights glowed like stars as you drove home, humming along to the radio. After a long lecture, you were ready to take a long, hot shower and collapse into bed with Carmy.

In the cup holder, your phone began to ring, Carmy's name popping up on the screen. Flicking the Bluetooth toggle on your steering wheel, you answered the call.

"Hi, Bear, I'm almost home."

“Hey, honey,” his voice was low, quiet, and you could hear Riley’s soft coos and babbles in the background. “How was class?”

“Good, yeah. Long, though. Is everything okay? Did Riley lose his paci again? Why isn’t he asleep?”

“Hey, shh, it’s okay, mommy’s coming home, alright?” Carmy cleared his throat, glancing at his son in the bassinet, unable to fight his smile as he watched Riley squirm, reaching his little hands up toward the mobile, sea creatures swimming through the air. “He was asleep, but I was folding laundry in our room and I just heard him start babbling, just saying ‘mom’ over and over. He’s not upset, he’s just, like, awake. And no matter what I do, he won’t settle.”

You smiled to yourself, drumming your fingers on the steering wheel as a red light gleamed at you.

“Try taking him out of his sleepsack, he probably just wants to snuggle.”

“I think he misses you,” he said, voice moving away from the phone with each word. “Isn’t that right, Bug? We miss mommy, huh? But she’s learning, Buggy, she’s so smart. Yes, she is.”

Grinning, you turned onto your street, able to see the lamplight from your bedroom already. One window lit up, a beacon against the otherwise dark house.

At first, when you’d found out you were pregnant, Carmen had been worried. The two of you had agreed to start actively trying to have a child, but when it came to fruition, there was a tumultuous night spent with him, clinging to you, worked up into a state of panic.

‘What if I can’t do it, what if I fucking suck and I fuck it all up, and our baby-’

‘Stop it. Stop. Carm, look at me. Look at me and just shut up for a second.’ You pulled him close, his head resting in the crook of your neck. ‘We will figure it all out together. We’re going to be fine.’

He’d been so worried that he’d grow to create a fucked up family, just like the one he’d escaped from. But seeing him now… He never gave himself enough credit.

Toeing off your shoes by the door, you crept down the hall and into the bedroom. Kicking off your jeans in exchange for a pair of sweatpants, you were lifting your shirt over your head when the bedroom door creaked softly. You glanced over your shoulder and there they were; Carmen stood in the doorway, shirtless, gold chain gleaming, in a pair of boxers. With Riley on his hip, sleepy eyes bright. Your son babbled, reaching for you with soft, chubby fingers.

“Hi, mama,” Carmy smirked, gaze darting over you. You wandered over to them, dropping your shirt on the floor, swatting your husband playfully. Carmen pulled you in, his hand cradled the back of your head as he pressed an almost desperate kiss to your lips.

With Riley sandwiched between you, his warm little body like a heater, his curious hands playing with the strap of your bra, you rested your forehead against Carmy’s, just relishing the moment with him.

Your little family.

And you’re struck, all at once, by the memory of every moment you’d spent wishing for something like this. It had all seemed so unattainable, so out of reach; but you’d just been a lonely teenager, stuck in your hometown. The world hadn’t opened up to you yet.

But now?

If your younger self could’ve seen this, this little moment between the love of your life and the joint result of it, your son…

Well, they’d be proud that you never gave up searching for that comfort, that peace, you’d always craved.

#the bear #the bear fx #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #jeremy allen white #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x you

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!AFAB!Reader.

PART THREE OF MÉNAGE.

SUMMARY: A month after his return, you start warming up to Simon, only for him to ruin it.

WARNINGS: AFAB!Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N!), Fluff for once, Angst, mild nsfw, mentions of child abuse and abuse in general, canon typical violence, choking (not in a sexy way).

A/N: Finally finished!! I'm so sorry I haven't been able to get this out sooner, these past weeks have just been chocked full of assignments I had to finish 😭 I hope this lives up to everyone's expectations!!! Please don't forget to reblog and leave a comment, it helps a lot!!

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"'m blaming this on you."

You grumbled to Simon as you watched your son clap his hands against his father's, happy coos and gurgles leaving him.

"What?" He turned away from Tommy to look at you with a confused look, well, you assumed it was confused by the way his eyes were squinted. "How is this my fault?"

"He's copying you." You yawned, curling into the foetal position and pulling up the blanket over your body, head almost rolling off the sofa as you continued to pay attention to your son and his father's every movement. "You don't sleep so he doesn't."

"Not sure that's how his brain works yet." You could hear the amusement in his words, rolling your eyes as you switched your gaze from them up to the telly, that was playing some football game Simon had put on a few hours ago. "Think he's just not tired."

You know you should've expected this, Tommy's doctor had warned you at the last appointment when he'd gotten his first shots that he might experience some type of sleep regression, which meant more hours of staying awake while watching your son. And maybe it would've been worse for you if Simon wasn't there experiencing the same stress as you were. Weirdly, it felt nice to have another person in the same boat as you, even if he didn't really seem that keen on needing to sleep like you did.

Tommy seemed to had taken a liking to his father ever since the first day they'd both met, but that was kind of a given after Simon had spent the whole month after that coming over almost every single day (except for the days where he'd warned you before time that he'd be gone for work) and spending it all with his son.

You kind of hoped that Tommy had started to recognise him as a father like he did with you as a mother, since he was at the age where he was able to recognise caregivers; but even if he didn't, he did still cling onto Simon's hand every time it was time for him to leave like he did to you, tears bordering at his glassy eyes when you stood at the door with him in your arms waving goodbye to Simon.

You almost started crying every time he'd start making grabby hands at Simon, who'd rest his face against his son's tummy and let his chubby hands pull at the cloth of his balaclava, sometimes even pulling it up over his lips so he could press a quick kiss to his cheek, hiding his face immediately once you came in, unknowing that you'd been watching them before.

It wasn't like the bad blood that you had with Simon had magically been solved, you were still sometimes on edge or a bit snappy at him when it came to Tommy or your "relationship" with him, but you weren't as furious with him as you were when he first showed up.

"Not interestin' enough for you, am I?" Simon grunted as Tommy's attention drifted from the clapping to the telly above him, eyes wide as the presenter talked about some red card.

"You've bored him." You snickered, outstretching an arm to click your fingers, the sound immediately catching your son's attention. "Hi, duck!"

"He's not a bloody cat." Simon grumbled, picking up Tommy carefully from his spot on the blanket you'd draped on the floor for him to lie on, moving him onto your chest so he could cuddle into you.

You were about to snap back when Tommy interrupted you both with a wide yawn, chubby hands clinging onto your sleep shirt and eyes threatening to droop closed, although they were still stuck to the image of the footballers running across the field on the TV.

Both of you froze, Simon having been mid way to getting a toy he'd dropped not so long ago so he was stuck in that position, eyes wide and staring at his suddenly sleepy son.

You placed a soft hand on his back, pressing him further into your chest so the sound of your heartbeat would lull him to sleep easier.

But as luck would have it, a goal was scored right at the moment where his eyes finally fully closed, the commentators shouting out excitement and forcing your son back awake with a cry.

Simon and you groaned in unison, the man finally picking up the toy and collapsing on the ground, lying on his back right next to the sofa and glaring up at the ceiling, listening to you try and calm your son down from his abrupt awakening.

"Who scored?" You grumbled, masking your annoyance with interest.

"Not Manchester." Simon grunted back, raising a hand to take Tommy's, his fingers brushing against your chest in the process. "Haven't had a bloody win in a while."

"Sorry." You mumbled, remembering the disappointment that had shone in his eyes when you'd told him about some of the losses of the teams he liked he'd asked you to take a note of while he was away for work.

He'd done well at keeping his promise, sending you messages every time he had to leave, no longer disappearing without a trace, even if it was just a single day of paperwork or a check up at base. He sometimes also sent you pictures, whether it was him in his car showing you that he was close to your flat in case you weren't prepared for him or the takeaway menu at your favourite fast food place, asking for your order. They were always dark and a bit out of focus, but you couldn't deny that you hadn't let out a laugh when you'd seen the failed attempt of him trying to get out of frame, his skulled balaclava peeking out from a corner of the picture.

He'd been gone for a week this time, which explained why he was being so clingy towards Tommy ever since he'd arrived, takeout in hand and arms itching to wrap around his son, and had spent the whole last hour catching up with the both of you.

"Are you sleeping here tonight?" You yawned, closing your eyes for a moment and trying to ignore the squirming boy on your chest, his hands digging uncomfortably into your clavicle.

"Yeah. Though I probably won't be doing much sleepin'." He rumbled, letting Tommy wrap one of his chubby hands around one of Simon's big fingers. "Y'know I can just take over. Go get some rest."

You bit the inside of your cheek at that, looking away despite still having your eyes partly closed, your grip unintentionally tightening around Tommy's small body.

You were still put on edge whenever you left Tommy alone with Simon, even though he'd shown no ill towards you in any way, you just couldn't help it, the thought that something might happen to your sweet boy when he wasn't under your supervision was enough to strike an unexplainable fear into you. You knew that he'd noticed how your face turned sour whenever it was mentioned, but he hadn't ceased asking completely, knowing that sooner or later you'd have to entrust him with your son like you'd both agreed.

"Is that okay…?" You whispered, your voice barely audible over the cheers and cries of excitement from the telly, but by the way he turned his head towards you and squeezed Tommy's hand, you knew he heard you.

"Yeah. Don' worry. You need some rest."

You both stayed put for a few seconds, your hands slowly falling from their place on your son's back and scooping him up carefully before pushing yourself off the sofa, forcing Tommy's hand out of Simon's in the process.

You watched carefully as he shifted off the floor to sit next to you on the sofa, his built arms moving to cradle his son in their crook, rocking him slowly as you got up, anxiously fidgeting with your fingers as you stood and watched them both for a moment, almost terrified of taking a step out of their vicinity.

"Go." Simon commanded, getting comfy on the sofa as he turned his attention back to the game playing on the telly, the assertive tone that his voice took enough to send shivers running down your spine, nodding your head out of instinct before scurrying away like one of the rookies Simon was oh-so used to ordering around back at base.

After having a well deserved shower and pulling on some of your cosiest pyjamas, you let your body collapse onto your bed, curling into the middle where the mattress dipped and covering yourself up with your countless amount of blankets due to the chill that had overcome the country after a few rare weeks of warmth.

You smiled as you remembered how happy Tommy had looked when you'd taken him out in his stroller and let him bask in the sunlight for a bit while sitting next to him at the park, trying your best to focus on his giggles and not on the shadowy figure of his father standing behind you, more like a bodyguard waiting to take out any threats to you both instead of the father he claimed to want to be.

You let out a huff at the memory of how cautious Simon had been at first around you both, almost like a stray cat getting used to their new family: always standing around you but never too close, bringing you small gifts (i.e. takeout or groceries he thought you'd need or Tommy's new favourite teddy bear he now slept with instead of his duck), slowly making your home his own unconsciously by leaving some of his clothes packed away in a small corner of your wardrobe or packing the fridge with some of how own personal food items.

You'd noticed, of course. How could you not?

At first, when you'd found some of his clothes in the midst of the batch of laundry you were tending to, you were struck with fear. Fear that everything you'd worked hard to build was going to be invaded by this barely known presence you were just starting to get used to, but as time went on, you realised there was nothing scary about it.

It was oddly comforting, in a way. It made you feel less alone when you spotted the extra toothbrush he'd plopped in the glass next to yours, the mug he'd brought over after he'd exclaimed his concern that all of yours were fit for coffee and not for tea or the hoodies he left lying around that Tommy loved curling into whether Simon was wearing it or not.

You pulled a pillow into your arms, simulating the feeling of your son in your arms you'd gotten so used to in order to fall asleep, closing your eyes and letting the muffled sounds of the football game still playing on the TV and your son's faint giggles lull you slowly to your first proper sleep in a while.

You were pulled awake by the sound of your phone going off, your whole body jerking up and rushing to grab it out of instinct, the bright screen illuminating your room and forcing a groan out of you at the disturbance, letting your eyes focus until you were able to properly read the notification.

A frustrated sound left your lips at the message from one of the dating apps you'd forgotten you had informing you that you'd matched with someone, angered that it had been something so stupid that had woken you up from one of the best sleeps you'd had in a long time and not something important.

You fell back down onto the mattress, planning on closing your eyes and curling back into the pillow you'd been spooning moments before, but as your body slowly calmed down from the initial shock that had filled it, you were met with nothing but silence.

Your eyes had adjusted enough at this point that you were able to turn your head over to your door, frowning at the lack of light that normally came from under the door when the living room was lit, raising your head from the pillow slightly in an attempt to catch out any sounds that might be originating from anywhere in your flat.

But once again, silence continued to rule over your home.

You could've just closed your eyes and willed yourself to fall back asleep, but the creeping feeling that it was too quiet for how it normally was, that something might have happened in the few hours you'd let yourself rest was slowly burrowing itself in your mind.

And fuck, what if Simon had done something? What I'd you'd misjudged him? What if he'd taken advantage of your tired state and just fucked off with your son in his arms, leaving you broken and abandoned once again?

The fear that struck your body at that train of thought was enough to wake you up properly, allowing your body to act like it had just consumed countless amounts of caffeine and rush over to the partly open door, slowly pushing it open before looking around frantically, eyes landing on the back of the sofa and on the turned off TV in front of it.

Your hand landed on the headrest, your heart skipping a beat as your eyes landed on Simon's sleeping body, his arms protectively wrapped around Tommy, who was resting on his chest like he'd been with you before you'd gone to rest.

You made it fully around until you were standing in front of the sofa, one of your hands coming up to grab at your thin sleep shirt right over the place your heart was currently hammering against out of relief.

Fuck…

Of course he hadn't left.

You were just being paranoid.

Simon had shown you no ill will the whole time he'd been here, but you were still on edge, assuming the worst from him…

A staggered breath left your lips, your hands coming up to cover your face as you willed your body to calm down, your legs trembling as the adrenaline that had rushed through you momentarily started to fade, leaving you confused and exhausted.

One of your legs threatened to give out, and as soon as you were getting ready to collapse, a warm hand grabbed at your thigh, a silent scream threatening to leave you until you realised who it belonged to, staring down with wide eyes at your son's father, one of the hands that had been cradling Tommy now holding your leg with the same care.

"What happened?!"

You could see the panic in his eyes despite the darkness that enveloped the room, his thumb slowly rubbing up and down your skin, his best attempt at soothing whatever pain you were harbouring that he had no idea about.

He called your name, pulling you closer to the sofa so you were kneeling on the free space of the plush sofa, staring down at Simon's chest and raising one of your hands up to your son's little head, running through his thin hair.

"What happened?" He repeated, more assertive this time rather than the panicked tone he had taken before, his hand moving from the back of your thigh up to your waist, almost like it was natural to do so.

"Nothing…" you finally let out, blinking away some of the tears you hadn't realised that had formed at your waterline. "Just… Uhm…"

"...Nightmare?" He offered an easier excuse than the real reason you'd pulled yourself out of bed at such an hour, slowly nodding your head in agreement and causing him to let out a sigh. "Do you-"

"I'm okay. Just… shaken up." By the way you were anxiously running your fingers through Tommy's hair as if to assure yourself that he was real, that he was indeed lying there asleep (something you hadn't realised up until that moment, Simon had somehow actually gotten Tommy to take a nap.), he assumed that whatever nightmare you'd had was related to him. "Needed to check that he was okay."

Yeah, that cemented it.

Simon would be lying if he said he hadn't a few nightmares of his own about Tommy ever since he'd met him properly, whether it was him forcibly being taken away from you by one of the many enemies he'd made across his life or a freak accident ending any hopes he'd had of all of you being a family.

And maybe they were a bit out of pocket, he'd made it very hard for anyone to trace you or Tommy back to him by always parking his car a few blocks away, making sure that Tommy had your last name instead of his and that the military had no idea about his offspring.

He couldn't have any records that would link you two to him, he couldn't even risk taking that chance, he knew that as soon as two of his weaknesses were revealed, it would only be a matter of time for them to be exploited by his enemies.

So, he understood. He understood the fear that came with a nightmare about your son, the need to see him and reinforce the fact that he was okay in your head.

"He is. Tired 'imself out a few hours ago." He moved towards the back of the sofa, allowing you space to sit next to them both, his hand still continuing to rest on your warm skin and pulling you along carefully, ready to pull away the moment you showed any signs of uncomfort.

"How come he sleeps for you?" You mumbled, more of a thought to yourself rather than something you wanted to share, but it caused Simon to smile beneath his mask nonetheless, raising his other hand up to Tommy's head to run a finger down his little nose, ignoring the way his heart rate spiked when it brushed against yours.

He thought about making a joke about being his favourite, hoping that it would brighten the mood a bit, but then remembered the look of dismay that would come over his teammates' faces whenever he made one about anything, and on second thought, maybe he'd have to wait a bit until you were both comfortable enough to enjoy his stupid jokes.

"Guess he's bored of me. You're much more entertainin' to be awake around." He rumbled, a soft chuckle leaving your lips at what you assumed was an attempt to lift your spirits.

"Yeah…" you smiled, leaning your body on the arm that was propping you up, your hand ceasing its brushing of Tommy's hair and simply resting on his small head, your heart growing bigger as he let out a little coo, snuggling further into Simon's hoodie.

You hadn't even been thinking about the hand cupping your waist, too focused on your son's sleeping figure and the warmth that it brought you, unconsciously wriggling a bit further into the touch, but you froze once Simon's hand immediately snapped back from you, as if he'd taken that as an immediate sign that he had broken a few boundaries by getting too close.

"Sorry."

You bit on your tongue, not wanting to full admit how much reassurance his touch had brought you and how much you'd give to have it back (you blamed the neediness on how exhausted your body was and the delirium that came with the lack of sleep you'd been subject to recently), not making any move to answer and instead focusing fully on your son.

"You want to take him?" Simon offered, leaning further up the sofa so he was kind of sitting, kind of lying on the arm rest. "Don' kids sleep better with their mams?"

"I… I think that may be a myth." You breathed out a chuckle, shaking your head as he made a move to hand Tommy over to you. "No, it's okay. I move a lot at night, I don't - I don't want to hurt him, you know?"

Simon turned down to the fragile little human he was holding, remembering the exact moment he'd realised that you were both in charge of taking care of him, of keeping him out of danger and stopping anyone and anything from shattering the little being that seemed to be made of glass.

"That's fine."

Silence fell over the both of you, an awkward atmosphere forming as you didn't move, feeling as time went on that you were invading the little personal space he was allowed to have in your flat.

"D'you want to stay?"

What?

Your brain short-circuited, blinking at him owlishly, as if he'd just spoken in an unknown language, the words still processing in your mind.

"Stay?" You managed out, looking down at the space between you both, a space where you could easily fit into if you were to snuggle into his side and let him hold you.

But surely, he wasn't suggesting that.

Memories of how he'd held you that fateful night flooded your mind, his warm calloused hands sprawled out against the bare skin of your waist, the sound of his heartbeat drumming against his ribcage lulling you to sleep…

"Yeah, stay."

…It made you want to accept.

Made you want to melt into his side and wrap an arm around his wide chest, tangle your fingers in your son's soft hair and lie there with them both, making sure that no harm could come to Tommy thanks to the protective shadow that was Simon Riley.

But you couldn't. You knew that.

The walls you'd built while carrying Tommy in hopes that you'd never be hurt or abandoned again, the walls that had kept you relatively safe within the expanse of your mind refused to crumble, refused to make way for the man that had come barreling back into your life and threatened to destroy them.

You couldn't risk it.

So, you didn't.

You pulled your hand away from your son as if he burned, cradling it against your chest and looking away from Simon's imposing stare, the look in his eyes making you want to squirm and cry and adhere to anything he wanted.

"No." If you'd still been looking at him, you would have noticed the way his shoulders slumped, the way the dim light in his eyes proceeded to disappear at the single word that left your mouth. "Thanks."

It seemed every little step of progress you'd both taken together the whole month immediately dissipated away thanks to his idiotic question.

Of course you'd fucking refuse his stupid invitation, what was he thinking? That you were both a happy couple who didn't pass on any chance to hold each other in your arms? That he was your husband, the proper father of your son who you loved and cared for, who you enjoyed having pressed right against you? He was a fucking idiot. He couldn't contain himself for once in his life and he'd gone and ruined everything.

"Okay." Despite the inner turmoil that raged inside of him, that simple word of affirmation was all he could get out, and he hoped to whatever god was up there (that apparently loved torturing him) that you'd both wake up the next day without a single recollection of what had happened last night.

"Good night." You whispered, pushing yourself off the sofa and wrapping your arms around your chest, immediately regretting every single one of your actions that night as you gazed upon how truly comfy and warm Simon and your son looked snuggled together, wishing that you had the emotional capability to let your resentment go and indulge in Simon's touch.

"'Night."

You willed yourself to take the first step back, tearing your gaze away from them and heading back to your bedroom, your face erupting into warmth out of a mixture of embarrassment and sadness, a clear sign that your body wanted nothing more than to just burst into tears and let Simon wrap you up in his arms and soothe you down like you knew he could.

You buried your face into your pillow as soon as you made it back into your now-cold mess of sheets, tugging one of the pillows back into your arms and doing your best to imagine that it was someone else, someone else who was as willing as you'd imagined Simon had been before to have you in their arms, to stroke your hair and calm you down because they loved you, because they cared about you and wanted nothing more than to see you as happy as you'd been a mere few hours ago.

You passed out soon enough, a few tears running down your cheeks as you subconsciously wrapped yourself around the pillow like a koala, the tear stains quickly disappearing during the night and lacking any evidence that they were once there when Simon walked through your door in the early morning, standing at the side of your bed for a few moments before he leaned over, pulling up the covers and tucking them around your sleeping body.

The sound of the shower coming alive and the pipes groaning was the thing that pulled you awake, struggling a few moments to rid yourself of the covers that pushed onto you, wondering to yourself when and how you'd tucked yourself in so aggressively, turning your head towards your bathroom and listening to the clinking of shampoo bottles and the water as it hit the tiled walls.

Your bathroom was unfortunately directly connected to your bedroom, so in order to get into the shower, Simon would have had to pass by your bed and… tuck you in? Did he really tuck you in?

You pulled languidly at the covers, looking down at your nightwear and growing warm as you saw how transparent your shirt looked in the morning light, leaving almost nothing to the imagination of whoever were to look down at your chest.

Simon had seen you like that.

You squeezed your eyes closed out of embarrassment, as if he was right there judging you with his stupid thousand yard stare, lifting yourself off the mattress and looking around your wardrobe for a shirt, restoring to a band one you'd stolen from one of your ex boyfriends you'd never had the heart to throw out.

You were mid straightening it out, your previous night shirt now pooling at your feet, when the door to the bathroom opened, your immediate response being to wrap your arms around your chest and let out a cry of warning, turning around so he was facing your back.

"Fuckin'-"

"Go back in!" You cried out, wanting nothing more than for the earth to burst open and swallow you whole, feeling too tired to be dealing with this kind of embarrassment at such an early hour of the morning.

You cracked an eye open as the door closed, letting the grip you'd had on the shirt go as you faintly heard Simon curse, trying to erase the memory of what had happened out of your brain.

As you pulled on the shirt, you willed yourself to think about anything other than the glimpse of flesh you'd seen before turning around, the wide chest that had been littered with the scars he'd once let you trace over, the towel around his waist that had barely cov-

Stop!

Unknown to you, Simon was having a similar dispute with himself from inside the bathroom, resting his flushed face on the cool tiles of the wall as he listened to you shuffle around your room, cursing himself out for being so goddamn stupid and exiting the bathroom without even checking if you were awake or not.

That wasn't the only reason he should've checked, he thought you'd still be asleep, so stupidly, he'd gone out with barely any coverings, including the one on his face, so he was pretty sure you would've seen the way his eyes almost immediately darted down towards your chest if you hadn't been busy enough with covering yourself and ogling at his chest.

"Fuck…" he breathed out, running his fingers through his hair and looking at himself in the foggy mirror, the tired, broken stare of a being he could barely consider a man staring back at him.

After a few more moments of staring at himself he couldn't bear it anymore, grabbing his discarded balaclava and pulling it over his what he considered broken face, his other clothes continuing as he did his best to cover every single patch of skin he could, hand landing on the doorknob once he was finished and asking for confirmation.

You'd about finished putting on the shirt when he'd piped up from inside, letting out a small "you can." before he opened the door again, face now covered and eyes darting down at the oversized shirt you'd pulled over your bottoms, closing it behind him.

"Didn't know you'd be changin'." He grumbled, his way of apologising without saying the exact words, eyes scanning the band on your shirt. "Y'like Joy Division?"

"Huh?" You looked down at the shirt, straightening it out to properly look at the band you'd forgotten was plastered on the front, shrugging slightly. "Yeah, they're good. I'm, uh, not the biggest fan. This was my boyfriend's."

"Boyfriend?" He spat out, almost with malice.

"Ex." You clarified, pulling at the ends of your shirt out of nerves, the way he was staring down at you reminiscent of how you'd assume higher ups looked down at their soldiers when they were in the wrong.

"Right." He grunted, looking away from you and training his stare at the bedroom door, nodding towards it. "'M gonna go check on Tom."

He brushed past you, leaving you standing in the middle of your bedroom twiddling your thumbs, confused and embarrassed due to the interaction you'd just shared.

You walked into the kitchen, stopping in your tracks when you noted that the dishes you'd left last night after Simon had brought take away had been cleaned right up, the plastic bowls from the curry thrown away in the recycling along with the other trash you'd used when making Tommy formula (you resorted to using that instead of pumping or breastfeeding when Simon was over).

God, now you felt even worse for what had happened last night.

You rubbed your hands all over your face, digging your nails into your scalp as you ran them through your hair, snapping your head up as your heard your son giggle, going back a few steps to look through the crack of the door, your chest tightening as you watched Simon feed Tommy, murmuring a string of words you were too far away to understand.

Fuck, you really felt awful.

You pulled out a few ingredients, acting almost on autopilot as you fried the sausages and toasted the bread, making his tea subconsciously the way you know he liked it (he'd never forced you to make tea, you'd seen the sticker on a takeaway cup he'd left on the counter), and pouring it into the cup he always used.

"You didn't have to." Simon mumbled as he walked out of the nursery, holding the empty bottle of milk in one hand and a plastic bag with a dirty nappy in the other, looking down at the plate of food you'd made him.

"I wanted to." You mumbled, taking a bite out of your own buttered toast as you watched him walk around the kitchen, throwing away the bag and cleaning out the bottle before starting on his breakfast, standing at the island instead of sitting like you were. "As thanks. For, uhm, cleaning up."

"It was nothin' deserving of this." He mumbled underneath his breath, shoving a spoonful of the baked beans into his mouth, now visible thanks to him pulling up his balaclava, the taste of the normal breakfast he'd have at whatever café he normally went to complete shit compared to yours.

"It's fine. I went a little overboard, it's been a while since I've cooked for someone."

He let out an amused huff, nodding his head. "Yeah, babies don' really need a full brekkie."

You both went silent after that, your eyes looking around at everything but at him, secretly hoping that he was enjoying the food, wishing you would've put on the radio or the news so you weren't sitting in complete silence.

The tapping of his fingers against the counter finally pulled your gaze towards him, watching him carefully as you continued to eat.

"Laswell called."

Laswell?

The face you made must've made him realise you had no idea who he was talking about, his hand coming up to grab the mug of tea and take a long sip before speaking again.

"Station Chief Laswell." You nodded along, hoping that he'd believe that you actually knew what he was saying. "She's got a mission f'us."

Oh.

"When?" You spoke out, a bit choked up as you tried your best to focus on the food instead, you always got unexplainably nervous when he left for a mission, despite the fact that he always came back.

"Gotta be there by 1."

You turned to look at the time on the microwave, the 09:00 displayed there striking unexplainable fear in you.

"You should get going, then."

"I should."

Neither one of you moved.

"Did you say goodbye to Tommy?"

"I did." He took a final sip of his tea, placing the cup down and turning to look at the nursery, the strangling pain he felt every time he left you coming back to haunt him. "Changed his nappy too. Like y'taught me."

You smiled at the memory. A few days after he'd first shown up you'd tried your best to teach him how to change Tommy and you'd gone through almost 10 nappies by the time he'd been able to put one decent enough (you'd quickly changed it yourself after he'd turned around, you didn't want the nappy to cut off your baby's circulation), so you hoped that he'd actually done it properly this time.

"Thank you…" You offered him a small smile, looking down at your own cuppa, wrapping your arms around the now lukewarm mug. "Go get ready. I'll clean up."

Simon really didn't want to, he wanted to continue standing there talking to you, gazing at your tired face and how cute you looked taking small bites out of the food you'd made that you'd undoubtedly wouldn't finish and would slide over to him like you'd done all those times before.

But he couldn't. He was a soldier. One that was trained to kill and follow orders no matter what and no matter the circumstance, one that would be laughed at if he called in saying he wanted to stay with- well, whatever you were to him.

He was about to zip up the duffle bag he'd left in your room during his small stay when he caught a glimpse of something he'd forgotten about.

The gun was relatively light in his hand, one that was smaller than the ones he was used to carrying out in the field, but could quickly figure out how to use in the span of a millisecond.

He called out your name, rapping his knuckles against the counter to catch your attention, raising his arms in surrender as fear filled your face, dropping the plate into the sink and taking a step back as soon as you caught sight of the gun.

"Simon! What the fu-"

"It's not loaded." His other hand waved around the magazine, placing them both down on the island in front of you both. "I'm not going to use it."

"I would fucking hope so!" You cried out, wiping off the soap suds on a towel and pressing your back into the counter, gripping the edge of it as if he was really threatening you with the gun.

"Do you know how to shoot one?"

You shook your head. You'd never even seen one this close apart from the rare policemen that carried one, let alone held one.

"Come." He picked them two items up, walking back into your room and waiting for you at the door to follow, worried about what he was planning on doing. "Where would you keep a gun?"

You turned to him with a raised eyebrow, once again expressing your confusion with a single stare before turning to the bedside table closest to the side you normally slept in, pulling the drawer out and immediately growing warm as you gazed down at the string of condoms along with some other items.

"Here, I suppose…" You watched him sit down on the bed, the mattress immediately sinking beneath his weight as he raised the gun and magazine up into your line of view.

"Take it."

You shakily did as he said, the gun feeling heavy in your palms in contrast to how easy it had felt for Simon, turning it around a few times as he continued to speak, pointing out every single detail and part of what he had soon let you know was a Glock.

"It's the one most policemen carry. Not very heavy, but still capable of takin' down a man." He murmured, almost letting out a chuckle as he took the gun and cocked it, making you jump at the sudden sound.

"Why would I want to take down a man?" You asked tentatively, taking it back from him and trying to fit in the magazine like he'd instructed you to.

A warm hand came up to cover yours, stopping you in your tracks and allowing him to get up and take the firearm from you, pulling out the magazine and placing them both in the drawer, trying his best to ignore the other items that were scattered around.

"Listen to me." He turned his head as he slammed the drawer shut, staring directly into your eyes to make sure that you were paying attention. "I cannot ensure your safety while I'm gone. There's tons of fucked up people who'd take whatever change to tear me down and would not think twice about using you or Tommy to do so. This is just in case. You only use this if you or Tommy are in imminent danger. If there is someone threatening any of you, you do not hesitate, you take the gun and use it."

Use it.

Use it!?

His hand came up to cup at your cheek, pulling you out of your swarming thoughts so he could be sure you were listening.

"I- Simon, I can't- I'll go to jail if I use it, I can't-"

"You won't." He interrupted, shaking his head. "I won't let them. You're under my protection, this is just in case of emergency when I'm not around."

You nodded, not knowing what else to do, the gun that had been in your hands mere moments ago feeling like a burden despite it being locked away.

"Oi. Lovie, look at me."

That immediately caught your attention.

"Tell me you understand."

Your mouth had gone dry, the combination of the shock behind his little surprise and the nickname that had slipped out of his mouth proving to be too much to handle.

"Tell me. You understand."

You took a deep breath, nodding your head. "I understand, Simon."

Even after he'd left, you couldn't shake yourself off that foreboding feeling, terrified that the moment where you'd have to use the gun would arrive sometime soon, the thought of you or Tommy coming into danger while Simon wasn't around enough to make you want to crumble into tiny pieces.

You'd stood by the door like you always did, although this time Tommy was fast asleep in his crib and your arms were empty, leaving you to say goodbye to Simon (although looking up into his eyes, you knew he wasn't Simon anymore) all by yourself.

"When d'you think you'll be back?" You whispered as he opened the door, not wanting to disturb any of the neighbours that might be loitering around (despite knowing that news about the terrifying man that resided in your apartment had travelled quick after he'd threatened your neighbour), handing him his jacket.

"A week, tops. I'll send you a text as soon as I know." He grunted, shoving on his jacket before pulling up his duffle bag, swinging it over his shoulder. "You need anythin', you call base, okay? They'll relay the message if it's necessary."

He'd given you the number to his base a few weeks ago, but you knew you'd never have the heart to call it, too embarrassed that the little problem you were currently having was nothing compared to what Simon was going through, and you didn't want to disturb any of his work if it really wasn't that important.

"Sent you money this morning. You got enough for a month." He went through his mental list of everything he should say to you before going, leaning against the door frame and looking down at you through heavy eyelids. "Get some takeout, don't strain yourself any more than you already are. Doctor said you should take it easy."

You dismissed the urge to roll your eyes, cursing yourself out for even allowing him to take you to the doctor in the first place and listen in.

"I know. I'll be fine, Simon. You just worry about yourself."

"Always do." He said, nodding his head as a form of goodbye before pushing himself off the doorframe, heading towards the elevator and leaving you standing there, only closing the door when you heard the front door close from all the way downstairs.

— I think he misses you.

— Won't let go of the teddy bear even though it's all dirty :(.

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God, if Simon wasn't wearing his mask he was pretty sure he wouldn't have been able to contain his smile, zooming into the picture you'd sent him of your small boy lying in your bed fast asleep cuddling the little plushie he'd gifted him.

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— More.

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He hoped you understood what you meant by that, and by the way a few more pictures loaded in within seconds, he was glad you did.

He had to print some of those.

He'd once made a joke about one of the soldiers who wore a picture of their beloved in a small locket to Soap, commenting how it reminded him of the soldiers in WWI, when they were really just on their way to disarm a bomb.

But now he felt the need to have some type picture of you both or trinket that you'd given him right in the pocket over his heart, one that he could easily pull out in the middle of a mission to remind himself of why he was doing this, of why he couldn't let himself get caught by the enemy, of why he always had to come back to you.

He couldn't even bear the thought of his dog tags arriving at your doorstep instead of him one fateful day.

"Your nephew?"

Ghost snapped his head up, meeting the curious gaze of his captain and the bright orange tip of his cigar. "What?"

"Your nephew." Price gestured towards his lieutenant's phone, where the picture of Tommy drooling around one of his toys was still displayed. "You told me about him once at that bar in Vienna. What's his name?"

"Joseph." Ghost answered, shaking his head. "No, he's… Not a baby anymore. Must be a bloody teenager by now."

Price hummed, taking another puff from his cigar before looking away, squinting his eyes from the sun, wishing he'd been as smart as Ghost by bringing a pair of sunglasses.

"So."

"So?"

"Who's he, then?" Once again, the captain looked down at the dimly lit picture, where he could barely make out the features of the little boy, but by the onesie and plushie, he was able to decipher the not so difficult puzzle.

"He's…" Ghost trailed off, taking one last look at the picture before turning off his phone, sliding it into one of his pockets and crossing his arms over his chest. "No-one."

"No-one?" Price huffed out, amused. "So you just have pictures of random babies on your phone, is that it, Lieutenant?"

Ghost flared up at his captain, the frown obscured by the sunglasses he'd put on after the clouds had dispersed, but by the way his body had tensed, Price could only assume he'd pissed him off.

"Name's Tommy. That's all you're getting." He grunted out, looking away from the older man like a child admitting to something embarrassing.

"Like your brother?" Price commented, letting out a groan before sitting down on the wall next to Ghost. "Isn't that a coincidence?"

"No, she didn' know when she named-" Ghost stopped himself from saying anything further, the slip of the tongue already having revealed the existence of a 'she', and he did not want to say any more.

"'She'?" Price grinned, blowing out some of the smoke before bringing his cigar up to his lips. "Come on, Simon. We're not on duty, are we? Not your captain right now."

He'd promised himself to keep quiet. He couldn't have anyone find out about you or Tommy, he couldn't risk having that information out in the open, his weakness out there for everyone to know.

But Price… Well, Price was different. He'd saved him multiple times across the span of time he'd spent working for the army, he'd been the one to pull him out of the deepest of holes, the one to trust him enough to allow him to join the 141.

They trusted each other.

"She's… I don't know." He let his head cock back, looking up at the forming clouds. "I knocked her up."

"Fuckin' hell, Simon." Price breathed out along with some smoke, turning to look at him with a sort of horrified and disappointed stare. "You're a dad?"

"Yeah."

"Christ, you're makin' me feel fucking old." He grumbled, taking the phone from Ghost as he handed it over, squinting at the dimly lit screen. "Cute little bugger, isn't he?"

Ghost smiled beneath his mask, watching Price scroll through the countless pictures you'd sent him across the month he'd been back, resisting the embarrassing urge to point out small details of every picture like an art major in a museum, instead keeping quiet and itching slowly to grab his phone back.

"Think you're a good dad?" Price asked, taking Ghost back a bit as he slid his phone back into the confines of his pocket, shrugging his shoulders as he squinted at two figures in the distance.

"Not the worst. Don't think he's got the mental capability to recognise if I'm good or bad to 'im. Least he doesn't cry every time he sees me." He breathed out a chuckle, snapping his mouth shut as he saw Soap and Gaz approach, the conversation sizzling away as they plopped down next to them both.

As the others started talking about another topic, Ghost thought about the question he'd been asked before more in-depth.

He wasn't a bad father, right?

He wasn't like… that.

Simon would be caught dead before even thinking of inflicting onto Tommy the same pain his own father had inflicted onto his family.

Imagining his small boy going through the same trauma, the same horror, the same fear he'd felt during his childhood was enough to tear his cold heart apart.

And he'd never treat you like his father had treated his mother, he'd never subdue you to the same pain she went through every day, he wouldn't let himself fall into the circle of abuse that had started way before his own father.

And Simon wasn't perfect. He knew that.

But he wouldn't stoop as low as his father had during the beginning of his life, where instead of the love and care a child was supposed to receive from his parents, he received the abuse and pain that no one deserved.

Just like him.

He closed his eyes as he remembered the burning shouts as his father berated him, always comparing the both of them and forcing Simon into tears, the mere thought of ending up as horrible as his father reducing him to sobs.

Even now, he still felt sick when he'd stare at the pictures of his father his mother still kept around her room in the nursing home, horrified whenever she'd point out their similar eyes and same blond hair.

But he wouldn't end like that. Despite whatever physical similarity he shared with his father, they had nothing in common personality wise.

Simon wasn't a monster.

He wouldn't hurt you or Tommy.

He wouldn't let anyone hurt you or Tommy.

He was a protector, a soldier trained to serve his country and the civilians who resided within it.

And he would protect. No matter what.

"S'alright, lovie… Jus' me."

"Simon…" You breathed out, letting your eyes flutter closed as his hands roamed the exposed skin of your chest, broken lips pressing kisses the whole way up to your jaw.

"That's it… Such a good girl f'me… Pretty, pretty girl." His warm hands cupped at your chest, pulling another whine out of you as he toyed with your breasts. "My good girl, right?"

"Mhm…" You mumbled, letting your head loll back onto Simon's shoulder and look up at him through tear covered eyelashes, your brain not functioning properly to process the blurred mass of what you assumed was a man's face staring down at you with those beautiful eyes, his breath hitting your lips as he leaned down to press the kiss you'd been longing for for so goddamn long—

Your body jolted awake, an uncomfortable ache between your legs quickly making itself known as you tossed around in your messy bed, brows furrowed as your brain tried to catch up with your suddenly awakened body.

What had you even been dreaming about?

You rubbed at your eyes with your wrists, digging them deep enough so you saw a few blinding colours, letting go and resorting to staring up at the ceiling.

You didn't even bother checking your phone, already knowing that the only notifications you would have received in the few hours you'd spent asleep were the ones from the dating apps you still didn't have the energy to delete.

None from Simon, of course. He'd been gone for over two weeks by now, which wasn't surprising, since he had let you know that this mission would be a long one and had warned you in advance.

Considering the last mission he'd gone on was almost a month ago (and had only lasted a few days, you think he finished as soon as he could to be back with Tommy, by the way he'd barreled through the house to get to the nursery) and that you and Tommy had gotten him all to yourself for about two weeks straight, you'd expected him to be called sooner or later.

You weren't really looking forward to him coming back, since you'd have to break the news to him that he'd missed Tommy's first attempts to sit up without support and the success that came after.

Luckily, you'd filmed most of it, although you did end up throwing the phone on the sofa to congratulate your son personally, pressing kisses to his chubby rolls and listening to him giggle before accidentally helping him fall back onto your bed, causing him to burst out crying.

Okay, well, maybe you could just edit the final part out.

You were pulling the covers over yourself, snuggling back into the warmth of your mattress before attempting to close your eyes and fall back asleep (hopefully to return to whatever dream you'd been having before), when the sound of the creek of your floorboards snapped you out of it.

Your heart stopped, listening out for any further sounds, breath hitching in your throat as what you feared you'd heard continued, recognising the footsteps going from the living room into the kitchen.

You leaned over to your phone, hoping to God that Simon had finished the mission early and had sent you a quick message telling you he'd be coming back soon, but as you unlocked the phone…

Nothing.

So whoever was walking around your house was not Simon.

You heard muffled whispers, too quiet for you to understand but loud enough to send a cold shiver down your spine.

It terrified you. That cemented the fact that there was actually someone in your home, walking around like it was nothing.

But there was more than one voice. Two. Or was it more?

You assumed the sound that had woken you up had been the door opening, which inflicted even more fear into you at the thought that they must have had a key instead of knocking your door down since the sound hadn't been enough to stick with you after pulling you awake.

Your eyes instinctively darted over to the bedside table, where Simon's gun still laid untouched every since he'd "gifted" it to you, staying frozen until one pair of feet got a bit too close to your door, mind racing and adrenaline pumping through your veins as you scrambled to open the drawer as quietly as possible and pull out the gun and mag with shaky hands, carefully pushing it in before cocking it, hissing at the loud sound it made.

You stepped out of bed, body shaking as you neared the door with the heavy gun in your hand, listening out carefully for what they could be saying.

"—ce gaf. Didn' expect this from ya."

"You're a classy one aren't — your sofa?"

The voices were broken and muffled, leaving your brain to try its best to complete them.

God, this was terrifying. You could feel your whole body shaking, waiting for the moment where it could give out.

It's okay. Deep breaths.

You can do this.

The doorknob rattled, the moment it twisted seemingly happening in slow motion, your heart skipping a beat before you raised your gun up to the attacker, finger grabbing at the trigger just in case they made a dangerous move on you, your frantic eyes meeting the surprised ones of the man you were currently pointing a gun at (which you'd never used before, mind you).

"Steamin' fuckin'-"

You didn't even have time to react before his arm instinctively raised towards you, hand grasping at your throat in an instant, like the only thing he'd been taught to do was to kill.

"What the fuck are you doing!?"

You heard a familiar voice roar as the hand tightened around your throat, the gun now abandoned at your feet as your hands scratched and tugged at your attacker's hand.

The last thing you saw before your eyes clouded over was the large shadow coming up from behind your assailant, their face one that despite the tears that blurred your vision you could tell was ready to rip apart someone.

You didn't even have time to think if it was going to be you or his partner.

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norrisleclercf1 · 12 days

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What about seb x jenson x reader but with kids?? Like its just super fluffy since Jenson’s retirement and they do see seb’s last race or smth. Sorry if it doesn’t make sense but im in a brainrot rn .🩷🩷🩷

A/N: Dying can you imagine a mini Jense and Seb cheering on Seb on his last race? Crying

"Daddy, where's Papa?" Jenson chuckles as he leads the kids through the paddock, as it was getting close to the end of the race. And Jenson promised Sebastian that the kids would be there. Of course, they openly couldn't act like a couple so here, they were just technically Sebastian's kids.

"Papa is finishing the race Milo." Milo nods and skips slightly which makes Jenson smile and fixes Finn in his arms. Milo just turned 6 and Milo was a chubby adorable 3 year old who loved the cars, but not the loud noise. So the chunky emerald green headphones always made Jenson chuckle.

"Where's Mama?" Jenson sighs, missing when Milo didn't talk much, but he also loved how his little boy loved learning new things and constantly asked questions. "Mama is working," You were a race engineer for Aston Martin, and even though your husband was retiring the sport wasn't going to get rid of you that easily.

"Okay," Milo grows quiet and Jenson stops at the finish line and picks Milo up and lets him stand on the concrete to see the cars go past. "Where's Uncle Charlie?" Jenson snickers and points at the red car on the screen. "Right there!" Finn screams and claps seeing the blue car go past and Jenson wonders how his little angel could cheer for Red Bull and not McLaren.

"Last lap!" Jenson yells, and Milo screams bouncing carefully in his father's arms. "Go Papa!" Milo and Finn scream as the green car goes past, Jenson smiles, knowing how much it meant to Sebastian to have his sons watch him finish his last race.

"Here comes Papa!" The boys start to scream as Sebastian comes flying past the boys scream for their Papa. Jenson laughs and tries not to cry, remembering when Sebastian was ontop of the world and loving racing. He still loved it, but he loved their boys more.

All the drivers come up, some in the pit but Milo screams loudly when he sees Charles red car pull up and Finn screams seeing Max's car pull up. "Hey, hey, hey, calm down." Jenson laughs, and carries to boys onto the track and holds them close. "Papa!" Milo and Finn yell seeing Sebastian's green car drive up.

"He's going to do donuts!" The engine reeves loudly and Sebastian starts to spin around the boys clapping loudly. Jenson jumps but stops seeing it's you and moves carefully and hugs you, making sure to not do anything that could him in trouble. "Papa!" Jenson let's go of the boys and turns seeing Sebastian taking off his helmet and chuckles gathering the boys in his arms.

The other drivers join and you nod at Jenson, and run off, Sebatian gathering you in his arms and kissing you gently. Sebastian looks at Jenson, but he just smiles letting you have a moment. He'll have his with all of you tonight. Walking up Jenson claps him on the back smiling. They couldn't be prouder for Sebastian. "Papa?" Sebastian looks down and picks up Milo.

"I love you," Sebastian smiles and kisses him all over. "I love you too,"

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weebsinstash · 11 days

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I know you mentioned that you aren't a big fan of pregnancy AU stuff in Hazbin, but hear me out...

Imagine Yandere Valentino getting his Darling pregnant to have a living bargaining chip to make sure she doesn't even try to leave him

New idea. What if the only people who can procreate in Hell are red string soulmates, or, it's like akin to ABO in the sense that not everyone or every combo of people could create a baby.

I was thinking about a yandere Valentino who has Reader as his red string soulmate whatever and you run away after seeing how truly abusive he is to other people, worrying for your own safety, and you're missing for like a straight year before Valentino finds out where you are, and... he's all but KICKING DOWN the door of your apartment, and he's looking at you like a hungry predator ready to pounce on you, cornering you, and

a baby starts crying from the other room and you're SPRINTING to the noise and Valentino finds you defensively holding a little bundle to your chest, growling snarling baring fangs holding a knife whatever at him, and Valentino thinks you adopted some other man's kid, some little imp bastard or something, and he's furious, he's raising his voice, he's getting closer, he's-

making perfect eye contact with a little tiny baby replica of himself as it turns to look at him with its big red eyes and chubby cheeks and fat arms and. It takes Val a few seconds to process it. The baby looks right at him and is whimpering and gurgling, upset, but doesn't cry. The baby boy sneezes and his antenna flip back and forth. He's got lil hearts in his fur and his teeny antenna are already so fluffy.

'Oh but aren't baby moths technically caterpillars--' shut the fuck up, you're demons and also that would be ugly as fuck. You want to give birth to a 20 armed baby or something. No. We save the truly inhuman babies for the human x monster/alien/whatever prompts. Your baby comes out a mini mothperson and it's fluffy and chubby and fucking adorable and also shut up

Val is just, SMITTEN, the narcissism is turned up to 100, he's rapid cycling emotions, "*GASPING* OUR BABY IS SO FUCKING CUTE, WHAT THE FUCK, I WANT TO HOLD HIM" "So I knocked you up good huh 😏" "*already on the phone in a group call with the other Vees and taking 200 pictures* you should see this thing, he looks just like me, can you even believe that, I can already tell he's gonna be so handsome and successful cuz he's MY son" "aw, amorcito did you think you needed to run away to protect our baby because I have so many enemies? You're such a good mama ❤️❤️❤️"

You spend like MONTHS lovingly protecting and sheltering your child until he's a healthy giggling little chubroll and Val has him for like two days and suddenly your baby has his ears pierced with diamonds in them and Valentino is walking around in his high heels and slutty bodysuits with your son in a papoose cuddled into his chest fur. You're holding your sleeping son while Val is beside you and someone sneezes across the room and the baby stirs and here's Valentino, "SHUT THE FUCK UP, MY SON IS SLEEPING", like, NOT ANYMORE YOU DUMB JACKASS???

'Oh gee why is Valentino suddenly funding and producing more erotic films involving moms and breeding and pregnant people and lactation-' you fucking know why and honestly I think it'd be SO FUNNY if he's like, "oh yeah, don't worry, I want you on birth control too mami. I missed fucking you and I kinda wanna do a lot of that without worrying about another little niño or two. At least not for a while :)"

Valentino on the red carpet being his cunty fashionable self while his baby is in a sling and they're both wearing matching outfits. Your baby boy has a tiny iced-up watch that's worth more than the entire building you were living in before his father found you. Your "husband" is posing half-naked with your baby on the cover of Demon Playboy which he owns, "HELL'S HOTTEST NEW DILF" like I COULD NOT WITH THIS MAN

And obviously he's got new kinks now that you're a mom and he absolutely fucks the hell out of you to the point you would get pregnant again without the birth control 😳 valentino on some real "is this the milk you've been feeding my baby with, let me try some" type stuff where he's milking you dry during his bang sesh and your son has to have formula that night because your tank is EMPTY 💀 YOU'RE A RAISIN LIKE THAT SCENE FROM SCOOBY DOO ZOMBIE ISLAND--

God. I've read horror stories about women getting pregnant again even WHILE being on multiple types of birth control so, then you get knocked up again Because Of Course You Would, You're Taking More Creampies Than A Professional Rodeo Clown, and what does Valentino say? "Fuck it, I wanna keep it! I can't just MURK my baby after it beat the odds, that's so ME!" And now you're having twin girls 💀💀💀 who knows, maybe having some daughters would teach Valentino to actually respect women--

I feel like you would wake up one morning and be genuinely hysterical because your baby is missing and you can't get in contact with Valentino and you're freaking out at the absolute highest level and it turned out to be some dumb shit like Val just took your son along with him for THE ENTIRE DAY and didn't think of mentioning it to you because "but you were needing a break and we were bonding, mami. We were having our guy time. I was leaving for work and he looked at me and he SMILED AT ME. What the fuck was i supposed to do, I couldn't just LEAVE HIM, he wanted his papi"

Of course, all these ideas hinge on the concept of Valentino actually caring for his baby. He could still genuinely use it as a tool against you. You're out running errands and suddenly you're getting a call. It's Valentino. He wants you to come home; you left the baby with Kitty so you could go out for a little while for some 'you time' since you've been trapped at home hiding ever since you ran from him before learning you were pregnant. It's not even about you leaving the baby with a nanny; it's about you not being home when Valentino came to visit you and him being uncomfortable not knowing exactly where you are and exactly what you're doing

Well, you got a little smart with him. You've just spent the last about 11 months living through hell with your pregnancy and hiding; you deserve to get some fresh air and walk out on the town and--- in the middle of you lecturing him you can just hear your baby making baby noises through the phone and Valentino just adopts this... tone in his voice, "amorcito, I came to spend time with you and our little frijolito and you're not heeee~ere. You know I can have trouble concentrating when I've had a few drinks and, earlier i dropped my phone on accident and i thought 'oh, it's good i wasn't holding something important"

You're home within 20 minutes and Valentino is cuddling into you while he puts some garbage on TV and pretends not to notice how you're trembling as you hold your son and send the occasional wary glance his father's way...

#valentino x reader #yandere x reader #yandere hazbin hotel #hh #sinprompts

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chubbyheadquarters · 2 years

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Heyy, could I request a reincarnation situation with monkey King, macaque and redson where the reader was their past lover who died an early death and the boys finally to moved on but in the present they meet again and fall in love all over again if you don't mind!

NDNJSBSJ ( ✧Д✧) YES!! Pfft had a Tang moment there- I most definitely can. I was so excited to write this! The possibilities for reincarnation fics are endless. (*´▽`)ﾉ

Genre: Romantic + Bit of Angst + Good Ending

Pronouns: Gender-Neutral

TW/CW: Mention of Death

Character(s): Sun Wukong(Monkey King), Liu Er Mihou(Macaque) & Red Son

☀️MONKEY KING☀️

This could take place during his journey, where you had joined and fought alongside them as their healer. Granted, you weren't strong like him, nor fast, but you understood him. You listened to him rant and gave advice. You played along with his jokes. Heck, you even defended him when Zhu Bajie would try and get him in trouble.

He quickly fell for you, and made it known as soon as he found out. And eventually, after a long conversation, the two of you got together. He would go on about all the places you could visit and the adventures you go on together after he got you an immortal peach! You planned out where you'd go first, what you wanted to do-Oh, if only those precious days could last.

Being used as bait and immediately being killed off once your role was over definitely wasn't part of the plan. Safe to say, no one was safe from Wukong's rage that day. Blood painted everything it could reach, and no one could calm him, not even his companions, who were like family to him. He spent...a lot of time alone on Flower Fruit Mountain.

After wallowing in his sorrows, he began to slowly accept that you were gone. And as everyone passed on and time marched forward, he truly believed that he would be alone, but it isn't until he sees you delivering noddles with MK that all those buried emotions would come out, and he's in a state of shock. You, with the same hair, the same features, but the only difference being your choice of clothes to match the new times. Even your warm, soft voice is the same.

When he starts training MK, the first thing be asks is for him to bring you with him, which he obliges. You're confused, but are happy to make a new friend and introduce yourself to the Monkey King. You're talking about how you've heard a lot about him from Tang and MK, who's gushing about his mentor. And believe me when I say that it takes every ounce of his strength to not just hug you right there.

But that doesn't stop his little monkey friends from doing so. They're all over you, crying and holding onto you so tightly, and there you and MK are, confused and worried. He has to tell them that you don't remember anything, and that you may never be able to. They eventually understand, but still cling onto you, getting upset when you have to leave. You've joked about how you're like their mom, but Wukong never denies it.

He sees that your kind nature has stuck with you, and you're always offering to help him when it comes to moving stuff, cooking, cleaning, etc. You still give wonderful advice, and he takes it all in, using it the moment he can. He sees how you take care of his monkey friends, never losing your temper with their little antics, just like before. He realizes that he's quickly falling for you all over again, but he's not gonna stop it.

And you could feel yourself falling for him. He was so attentive, always making sure that you were comfortable. He cracked witty, and sometimes old jokes, but they made you laugh. The way he talked to you, and the nicknames he used with you, it made you feel special. Like you were the most important person in the world. And if anyone dared to hurt you, by calling you rude names or making fun of your appearance, he's gonna have a few words with them. In his civilian disguise of course.

At one point, he notices that you're more nervous around him and asks about it. When you confess that you've fallen for him, he's ecstatic, but it turns into panic when you start talking about the downsides of being in a relationship with YOU. "You're the Monkey King, you're super strong, and I'm not. So if an enemy were to use me as bait... That'd suck really bad."

He's shutting that down real quick and confesses that he's fallen for you too. Even with your concerns, he's showing off his powers, which calms your fears a bit. And if you wanted to, he could train you! More time to spend together! Whether you agree to it or not, he's fine with it, just as long as you accept his feelings back, which you do.

He doesn't waste any time and gets an immortal peach. He's not going to make the mistake of waiting like last time- So the next time you visit, he's asking you to eat it and spend eternity with him. When you hesitate and ask for a few days to think about it, he panics. Anything could happen in that time, you could die again-He's not gonna lie and say he wasn't a bit pushy cause he was-

But eventually, you accept it and are now immortal. "I don't feel different. It was a good peach though." And at that moment, his fears washed away. Of course, he's still worried about you getting hurt, so he'll give you an item that'll protect you should you ever need it. He has less nightmares about the possibility of you dying again, but the past memory still haunts him. Those nightmares-heck, even the thought of you getting hurt scares him. He just wants to be with you. 😔

If you were to remember, it'd probably take a hard whack to the head. Say that you're training with MK and he accidentally hits you with the staff, knocking you unconscious. Both him and Wukong are freaking out, and when you wake up, you're asking where THAT demon is. It takes you a bit to remember where you actually are and what happened, now being dazed by the fact that you've been reincarnated.

MK's asked by Wukong to leave for a bit, and when they do, he's embracing you. He's spouting about how happy he is that you remember everything, how lonely it's been without you. You, as usual, comfort the big monkey, soothing him. Eventually, you're both talking about everything he's accomplished since you've been gone, which leads to a conversation about the places that you both still need to visit.

🌙MACAQUE🌙

Macaque never thought that you two would get together. I mean, you did help patch him up after first meeting, and you were absolutely gorgeous, but you were human. Humans feared demons, hated them, wanted them dead. Expect for you. You believed that everyone deserved a chance at life, and a second chance if they made a mistake. And as nice as that sounded, Macaque warned you that there were beings who simply wanted to kill just to kill.

And yet, you tried to reach out and help a demon, but they laughed in your face and attacked you. Obviously, Macaque attacked back and whisked you away, trying to find help. You kept apologizing to Macaque, who keeps telling you to just focus on breathing. Your last words to him are you apologizing and hoping to one day make it up to him. He's devastated, crying his heart out under the moon, begging for you to open your eyes, begging for you to not LEAVE HIM ALONE-

For as long as he tried and as much as he said it, he never truly got over you. Never dated anyone, not even trying to get to know someone like that. You were his first love, his ONLY love. You were the only person to truly understand him and stay with him. Comfort him when no one else did. Defend him through every accusation, even if it got you hurt. You were a mere human, beings that're known to get hurt easily, and yet, you stayed with him.

So when he dies, he welcomes it with open arms. If he can at least see you in the Netherworld, then he'll find his happiness again. But when he's told that you've been reincarnated, he's booking it and takes the deal with LBD without ANY hesitation. And once he's brought back, he'll look for you, scouring the whole world, but alas, he can't find you. He's so close to giving up.

So when you show up to one of his plays, he's stunned. You look the same as you did back then, like nothing had changed, other than your outfit. He decides to tell a tale about a memory that the both of you shared, and he can see the subtle look in your eyes, like him talking about it is reminding you of something. It gives him so much hope.

He gets your attention after the play and y'all talk, with you both exchanging numbers. You would begin to visit the theatre, talking about anything and everything. He's asking all sorts of questions, wanting to get to know the you of the present. He realizes that you may never remember your past life, and that you may have changed with your reincarnation, so he wants to know everything.

He begins to note all the differences and similarities you have with your past self. How you're much more reserved and anti-social, keeping to yourself and those you know. And yet, you're still kind to everyone and always willing to lend a hand. He IS happy that you're more apprehensive when it comes to those who give off bad vibes. He's also glad that your love for the arts hasn't changed a bit. More for you to converse about.

And you can't help but be pulled towards him. His sarcastic nature being playful to you and only you. Whispering kind words in your ears and flirting with you and you alone. The soft look in his eyes everytime he looks at you. Him only allowing you to hug him or hold his hand, and you being the only one who can brush his hair. That level of trust with him makes you feel like you're on cloud nine. But when you realize that you're falling in love, you're panicking-

And he's absolutely freaking out when you don't come by the next day. He's texting you, and though you say that you're fine and just busy, he can read between the lines. He can tell something's bothering you, so that night, he goes to visit you at your home. You're startled, but invite him in. After some back and forth, you blurt out your feelings. You're both shocked, and you refuse to look at his face.

When he hears your sniffles, he's quick to confess back, and you're still crying but stunned. You ask him why, telling him he can do so much better-but he won't let you say another word. He won't let you degrade yourself. He tells you that, to him, you're a goddess, and that you're perfect to him, which gets you all shades of red. Eventually, after talking it out, you get together.

He's not worried about anyone taking you away. He doesn't see them as a challenge, and if someone tries to flirt with you, he'll give them a glare as a warning. If they insult you, he'll have his shadows deal with the person in question. What he worries about most is if there's anyone dangerous around. He's not going to lose you again. He absolutely refuses. He'll tear down everything and everyone in this world if it means keeping you safe.

He decides to borrow steal two manfruits, a delicacy that can extend your life by 47,000 years. He eases you into the idea of prolonging your life, asking questions about what you thought and felt about it. You joked that as long as he'd have you, you'd eat one to stay with him for as long as you could. So when he presents them to you, you're understandably shocked. A part of you is happy that he looked for something this precious, just so that you two could stay together longer.

Remembering your past life would probably involve him saying a specific line from the past. Maybe you'll be on a stroll, and he holds your hands under the night sky. "You're my first and only love. No matter where you go, I'll always find you Moonlight." And then, it all hits you. He's scared at first, but when you look at him with those apologetic eyes, he knows that you remember and he's holding you as close as he can.

You're apologizing to him for that night even happening, but he keeps telling you that he's just glad that you're here with him again. The two of you go back home and he tells you what happened since you've been gone. His journey to find you, the things he's learned, even his vengeance with Wukong. You're worried about the latter, but he soothes your worries. He wants revenge, yes, but he's never going to put it above your relationship.

🔥RED SON🔥

You, his precious childhood friend, stood by each other's side, fighting enemies together. Growing and becoming better with each other. He knew that you would be his spouse one day and proudly proclaimed it to everyone he knew. Of course, you believed that as well, and the both of you were never seen apart, other than when you had to go home and rest for the night. Both of your parents thought it was adorable.

He truly believed that you would stay together forever. But when you took a hit that was meant for him, he exploded, tearing down his enemy before cradling you in his arms. Your last words to him were to "find happiness". How could he find happiness if you weren't there!? He felt like a part of him had died that day.

His mother had tried to console him, but he would lash out. He didn't want to talk about it, since if he did, it felt like he would HAVE to move on! To move forward without you! It felt like it would be betraying YOU-The memories you made together-EVERYTHING! It...took him a while, but he did talk to his mother eventually and had at one point, moved on. His father, after being released, was informed of your death, and felt bad for his son. Maybe if he had been there, he could have stopped it...

It isn't until the New Year's Festival that you two meet again. You're strolling along, looking for something spicy, and you stumble upon their shop and place an order. As soon as he hears your voice, he's stunned. He thinks it's an illusion and tries to shake it off. But he turns to see you and drops the bowl. His father, upset, goes to scold him but sees you, and he too is stunned. It's like you had never died.

You're a bit confused, but ask for the menu, which DBK does while Red Son is still frozen, trying to process what he's seeing and hearing. You ask for the Boiling Lava and you're talking about how good it is. You're even more confused when the red head asks for your name in a hurried manner, but you answer, and that's when he truly knows that it's you.

When he flies off with the venom, you're right next to him. He NOT going to lose you again. So during the trip to the Celestial Realm, he's right by your side, and the others are confused, but he ignores them. At one point, you're looking at him, and he asks if he's got something on his face. "No! It's just... I don't know. I feel like I've seen you somewhere before." Oh my god his hope meter has crashed through the roof-

After that fiasco, he'll shyly ask for your number, which you give and y'all grow close right away. You share the same humor that you had back then and that big smile of yours still warms his heart, but to his surprise, you're hobbies are different than before, but regardless, he's willing to learn about them just for you. They bring you happiness, and your happiness, is his and his love for you only grows deeper.

You begin to adore his fiery personality, finding it adorable when he would blush at your compliments. You fawn over how cool you think his hair is, and when it bursts into flames, you're awestruck. His speeches are inspiring, and his nicknames for you make you swoon. And when you ask about his inventions, he's so excited to break it down for you. A lot of people feared him, but you never did. If anything, you felt pulled towards him, but you didn't mind one bit.

HE actually confesses first! He even set the day up and everything! You came over, he made dinner and steered the conversation to make the confession flow, instead of just nervously blurting out his feelings. When you discuss the reality of your short life and if he's sure, he gently holds your hands and looks at you with a determined gaze. "My Dear, I've never been so sure of anything in my entire life."

He definitely becomes more protective. If anyone even DARES to insult-even LOOK at you the wrong way-he's blowing up on them. One pat from you and it's like it never happened. If they FLIRT with you-ohmygosh they better prepare their funeral. You have to drag him away and remind him that you chose HIM. He makes it up with his cooking and hugs.

What would trigger you remembering your past life is a specific move he repeats. The two of you are training, and he does a specfic move that only him and your past self knew. Suddenly, your head starts to hurt, becoming more unbearable until you pass out. When you wake up, you're surprised. Both at being reincarnated and remembering everything. When he comes in and sees you crying, he's nervous and asking what's wrong. "I remember everything..."

It takes him a moment to process what you just said, but the moment he does, and he sees that distinct look in your eyes, he embraces you. You're both holding each other for the rest of the day, just holed up in his room, with the both of you whispering apologies and words of comfort. His parents are told the next day, and they're happy about the news! They see how happy the two of you are and, for a moment, it reminds them of the old days.

Sorry for any spelling/grammar errors! Hope y'all enjoy!

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artethyst · 1 month

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~ Leaves In A Sky Full Of Stars ~

Eris Vanserra x Rhysand’s Sister! OC/Reader

Little Silas Vanserra had Eris vowing to never have anymore children.

He thanked the Mother that his daughter was a little angel- still at the age where she wanted to be carried everywhere, snuggled peacefully in an adult’s arms.

Her pale hair and violet ringed autumnal eyes reminding him so much of the woman he loved.

Her older brother was the complete opposite.

He wondered if this was his punishment, a cruel joke played upon him by the Gods for having such a carefree life since his father died and reminding him that he needed to keep his faltered guard up.

And that’s how he felt in the early hours of the morning, with little hands patting at his face and excited little feet hopping on the oak floors of his bedroom.

Tired.

He cracked one amber eye open- unceremoniously meeting a matching golden flecked iris, one full of wonder and guiltlessness, as he supposed his own once were.

He closed it as quickly as it had opened, letting a wry smirk take over his ostensibly lazed features.

“Daddyyyy I know you’re awake-“ the little boy began incredulously before shrieking in glee as Eris swooped him onto his chest with ease, tickling his son mercilessly as his Mate softly slept beside him.

After the boy had relented, his rounded cheek flushed with the childish mirth of giggles, Eris couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at the boy’s wild red locks.

As expected the boy’s mother was still soundly asleep, Eris had always been a light sleeper, in fact having his Mate beside him and children down the hall only worsened the fact, even though his father was no longer a threat- to him or his loved ones, simply having them in such a place always had him on high alert.

Even though he had done his very best to rid the Autumn Court of longtime Advisors, the types of men that would love nothing more than to see the Night Court Princess with a Fae bane arrow through her much too large heart, he knew there was no good in him-undeserved of him in ever feeling content.

It had the opposite effect on his wife, who admittedly had never slept better than when she was in the comforting arms of her husband- the natural warmth emanating from him lulling her into such ecstasy she wished she never had to be cruelly ripped away from by the chill of the Autumn morning.

She had never really slept well in the Night Court, the pain of living there without her mother sister always too much to bear.

Eris was her new home.

Since having children- her body still not quite having recovered from their second and Eris insisting she get as much rest at she could, even the joyous squeals of her firstborn still wouldn’t- couldn’t make her budge.

“Daddy Uncle Lulu said you p-pwomised-“

“Promised,”

“Promised to show me m-my fire againnn!”

The boy was practically trembling with excitement, his father’s hands coming to steady him as his little body wriggled with joy, perched on his father’s raised knees who raised a slim digit to his smaller lips, reminding him to remain quiet as possible.

Not that it would have made a difference to the blissfully knocked out woman beside them.

“Did he now?” Eris withered, the thought of his brother- knowing just how much he treasured the few late mornings a High Lord might have, had told his son- who’s adorable little face noone could deny, that those small, valuable hours were reserved for “magic time”.

It took only a brief moment, a fleeting fall of Silas’ dimpled grin- his mother’s grin, to have the High Lord swinging his legs from the refuge of his silken sheets, his boy held firmly in his strong hands.

“Then I think it is best we get dressed appropriately, what do you say Little Flame?”

The boy simply cheered in response and Eris couldn’t help the grin on his own face at the feel of chubby hands around his neck in a makeshift embrace, carrying him down the hall as his son rattled on in half nonsensical toddler speak about how he was going to ‘beat his Uncle Lulu in a duel’.

The Maids cooed as the little Prince raced down the hall in his teeny tiny Autumnal uniform- gifted to him by his Aunty Elain who thought they were the cutest thing ever.

The boy stopped when he reached the top of the grand staircase, skidding to a halt with a nervous expression on his little face.

The same staircase his Mummy always carried him down, the same staircase he had been told to scoot down on his bottom in case he tripped, the same staircase she had been slowly helping him descend himself (holding his hand tightly and giving up halfway as he took nearly a whole minute per ten steps)

Eris watched him amusedly- a miserable jutted lip and a coy flush on his baby cheeks.

“Umm Daddy, M-Mummy said I am not s’pose to go down m-myself in case of ouchies…”

That was not what she had said.

“I thought you were a big boy now, hmm?” Eris teased as his son pouted, just as his mother would have.

“I-I am…” Silas’ point was refuted with the small grabby motions his little arms made to his father who looked down at him with a smirk.

“Do big boys get carried down the stairs?”

“Ummm…Yes?” The boy widened his glimmering autumnal eyes, “pleasies?”

And so with a roll of his eyes, all in good humour, Eris fastened his excitable son against his chest as they began to exit the grand estate, heading into the vast, luscious gardens where they would begin their training.

Lucien could only laugh when found his brother- sincere and unbridled joy dancing in his otherwise piercing gaze, watching his son chase after the little flames he made for him.

“Uncle Lulu!” The boy squealed, barrelling into the male who swung him atop his shoulders with ease.

“I’d be careful if I were you,” Eris warned, “he has quickly figured out how to control his magic, you might end up with that treasured hair of your singed at the root.”

Silas nodded furiously, his little feet hitting the floor as he flexed his small palm as proof, and to his pure wonder, delicate embers- faint as they were, twinkled at his will.

“Look Daddy! I did it! I did it!” Eris couldn’t help but chuckle softly as his son danced with not only with the little flicker he had mustered with his father’s help, but larger wistful wisps that flowed around him with delicate care.

Eris couldn’t help but feel his heart constrict, wishing nothing more than to give his children the childhood he had wanted- deserved.

He took one look at his son and wondered how anyone could ever hurt him, let alone do it himself.

He wondered what he had done to make his own father hate him so, vowing to never once make his own offspring feel even a fraction of the way he had.

For what seemed like hours Lucien and Eris entertained the little boy, sometimes engaging in a silent battle between one another who could impress the young heir the most.

Lucien eventually was called away and Eris wondered if his years were finally catching up to him, small burn marks littering his clothes from his son’s inexperienced hands and an ache in his legs from chasing after him.

After Silas’ giggles had dissipated along with his energy, Eris suggested they head back, the boy agreed sleepily, the thrum of magic still alive in his little body as Eris made a mental note to keep an eye on his budding powers.

“T-Thank you for giving me my fire,” Silas mumbled, stumbling over to his father “love you Daddy…”And as a pair of all too familiar amber eyes met the High Lord’s blurring own, he bent down and received his greatest gift in his trembling arms.

A reminder he would never be the man who had damned him, a reminder that he was a good man- a good man that was loved.

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mysicklove-main · 1 year

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𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐋𝐘

Pairing: Father! Hawks x Mother! Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: Fluff! Little bits of threatening, anxiety, Protective! Reader

Summary: Keigo has the bright idea to convince his son to jump off a balcony. You dont react too well.

“Alright, kid, on the count to three, jump. Are you ready?” The trainee looks down and gulps. He nods his head hesitantly. “One…Two..”

“KEIGO!” You scream as you burst open the door to see your four-year-old standing atop the balcony rail, hundreds of feet from the concrete ground.

The child, startled by the interaction, stumbles forward, and your heart drops. Time seems to slow down as you watch his still chubby face contort from shock to fear. Your eyes widen, and you try to race forward and grab him, but nevertheless, you are too late.

The horrific moment was over in less than three seconds because the young boy is being pulled back immediately with ten red feathers. Keigo gently places the boy in your arms (knowing if he grabbed his son, you would immediately take the small boy from him), and the smaller carbon copy of Keigo begins to sob into your chest.

Your heart thumps as you clutch the child closer to you. Keigo uses one of his feathers to brush a tear away from your face that you didn’t know had formed. When the red feather leaves your skin, your panic turns to anger as you glare at your husband. He lets out a sheepish smile. “I was teaching him how to fly?”

“By allowing him to jump off the top of our apartment building? Are you out of your mind? He is four!” You scold, and the child in your arms continues to sob. You run your fingers through his blonde hair, hoping to provide some sort of comfort from that traumatic event.

Keigo scratches the back of his neck. “Well, that’s how I learned. And look at me. I turned out alright! C’mon you know this, birds must push their children out of the nest in order to fly!” Your son's sobs turn into quiet whimpers as he calms down.

He began to step closer toward you, the recognizable “forgive me” smile plastered on his face. You glare at your husband. “Yeah, and birds also chew their food up and feed it from their mouth to their children, you wanna do that too?”

The two males make the exact same disgusted face, except, of course, one is way cuter than the other. “Mama, that’s gross!” He whines and begins to squirm in your arms. You sigh and set him down, and the young boy races over to his father, who grins at him.

“I want to fly! Like Dada!” His tiny red wings begin to twitch, a sign that he finally has control over them, and his father nods in agreement. Although being so high up from the ground made the young boy nervous, he only cried because he wasn’t ready to jump. He truly wants to fly!

Keigo scoops the boy up, and the two turn to you and use their favorite puppy dog eyes, and you sigh. Unlike usual, the boys won this battle. “Fine.” Two golden eyes light up. “But.” They cringe. “No jumping off balconies. Let’s go to the park and find a tree or something. And we are gearing you up little bird.” The two make eye contact with one another, before coming to a consensus. They nod.

The poor baby bird looks ridiculous. Under your command, he was forced to wear a helmet, goggles, knee pads, and elbow pads. Keigo was right there, too; if anything happened, he would be able to catch your son without a second thought. But he was trying not to piss you off, so he let his son look a little ridiculous. He did have to hold back his laughs to not embarrass the young boy, though.

The little blonde was on the top of the tree, this time way more confident than on the balcony. His mother and father were there, he can see the ground, and if he falls, it won’t hurt too bad with all the gear. He was determined to fly. He clutches onto the branch as he waits for his father's instructions.

You sway uncomfortably as you stare at your near toddler on top of that 50-foot tree that Keigo carefully placed him on. It didn’t feel right instinctually, but for some reason or another, your husband decided to put your son on the tallest tree he could find. “Relax, Mama Bird. He is going to be fine. I mean, with all the gear you got him in, he could fall 100 feet, and he will still be alright.”

You look over at your son, who is fixing his dinosaur helmet, and sigh. Sure, it may be a little extreme, but if your son is jumping off a tree, you are willing to go the extreme. Besides, he looks adorable. “Your dramatics are going to be the end of me,” You tease but giggle for the first time being out here. Only he knows how to make you feel better.

He smiles at your laugh and wraps his arm around your waist, knowing you are beginning to cool off from your initial anger. He presses a kiss to your temple. “You love it,” He murmurs, and you don’t disagree.

The four-year-old upset that the attention has left him, frowns from above. “Can I fly now, Dada?”

“You ready kid?” He calls in return.

“Yes!” He moves his goggles from his forehead and onto his golden eyes—small red wings flap in excitement.

“Alright, you know the drill. Don’t be nervous. We are down here if anything happens, yeah?" The boy nods. "Good. On the count of three.” You grip onto Keigo and gulp, probably more nervous than your son. He rubs your arm in comfort, but even he is meticulously placing his feathers around the tree, ready to cling to the boy at any moment. It was more than his father did for him. “One…Two…Three!”

The young blonde runs to the side of the branch and jumps, successfully missing the other branches from hitting him on his way down. His wings begin to flap, but not hard enough to keep him up. He is still falling fast.

Your heartbeat picks up, and the two of you tense as you watch your son come closer and closer to the grass. After a second of no progress, you begin to freak out. “G-Grab him!” You push at your husband, who is watching with a stone face.

“Keigo!”

“Wait.” He whispers, and you stare at him in horror. Your son’s eyes widen when he sees the ground getting closer and closer.

As a survival instinct, about 10 feet from the ground, the small bird opens his wings as wide as they can go and beats as hard as he can. He does this twice, and suddenly he isn’t falling anymore. It takes some effort to get used to flapping his wings hard enough to carry his body weight, but after a couple of seconds of staying in place, he is able to fly upward.

You’re still trying to process the situation when Keigo starts laughing. “That's my boy!” He yells as the young bird begins to fly clumsily in circles.

Then, your husband beats his wings and begins to fly up after him. You are stuck staring at the two birds flying like lunatics. The boy, much lower to the ground, looks toward you for your approval. “Look Mama! Look!”

“I see! You’re flying just like Dada!” He smiles that child-like smile that causes your heart to throb and nods at you from above. While focusing on you, the little boy fails to look ahead of him at the large tree he is flying rapidly toward. You gasp and begin to shout, but your husband, quick as ever, quickly cuts in front of the boy and leads him away, back to open air. You sigh in relief, but still, you can tell the next period of your life with the new skill development, your hair is going to gray.

Suddenly, familiar red feathers are scoping you up and are sending you flying toward the older blonde. He stands straight in the air as he monitors his son and plops you into his arms bridal style. He leans forward and nuzzles your cheek. “See, told ya he will be alright.”

“You got lucky, Bird; I swear if anything happened to him, I would–”

“Kill me. Yeah yeah, I know, I know. I wish you were that protective over me. Kids making me jealous,” He fake whines, and you roll your eyes.

“Don’t whine. You know I’m just as protective over you too. You have heard me threaten Endeavor about keeping an eye on you.” This time he rolls his eyes and laughs, remembering that event.

Your son does a circle around a tree and continues to giggle like he is having the time of his life. With him distracted, you lean upward toward your lover, and he, in turn, leans down. Just when he is about to press his lips to yours, you pause. Keigo frowns. “If I ever see my son jumping off a balcony again, I will do much worse than kill you. Do you understand?” You purr venomously into his mouth.

He lets out a sheepish, almost afraid laugh and nods immediately. You smile innocently and press your lips to his.

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drewsbuzzcut · 2 months

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Valentine’s Day Through The Years

Mat Barzal x model!fem!reader

A visceral in doses fic

Warnings: mentions sex, mentions drinking, mentions being pregnant and I think that’s all(let me know if i missed something)

First Valentines as a couple (2023)

The 3 dozen red roses sit prettily on your kitchen counter, and the warmth you feel pacing around your living room, waiting for Mat to arrive, is similar to the cup of coffee he had sent to you in the morning. You’re still in shock that he remembered your coffee order, especially when you’ve only been officially dating for 7 days. It gives you confidence about your relationship, the promise of it lasting and growing strong as the days pass by.

Part of you was sad that Mat wasn’t with you in the morning, his focus and responsibility being on his morning skate. Another part of you didn’t even expect to celebrate Valentine’s Day being that your relationship is new. So for him to send you flowers and coffee, means a lot more than it typically would. Plus, he’s picking you up any minute for a couple of drinks. You can’t wait to see him in the suit he wore to the arena earlier. He looked so handsome through the photos posted online, so you have no doubt that he’ll be even prettier to the eye.

A hard knock snaps you out of your thoughts, and you quickly pull it open. You let out a giggle when he immediately pulls you into his chest. His arms lock around your neck and yours wrap around his middle.

“Barzy! You played like a superstar out there. Congrats on the win,” you cheer, pulling him into a kiss.

“Thank you, pretty girl. I wish you were there,” he whispers against your lips.

“Me too, but for now I will settle on seeing you through a screen,” you rest your forehead on his and rub his shoulders. He looks tired and you’re sure he’s feeling sore.

“You look so beautiful,” he eyes your dark denim and pretty, lace top.

“Thank you, handsome,” you blush wildly. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to his compliments.

“Ready to head out?” You nod your head and let him lead you out of your apartment.

“Thank you for the flowers and coffee, babe. That was really sweet of you,” you whisper, breaking up the silence as you walk to the nearest bar.

“No need to thank me. You deserve it and more. I’m sorry I couldn’t spend the entire day wrapped in your arms,” he apologizes in the most sincere way.

“I swear it’s fine. I know hockey is your main priority. Thank you for taking me out even though I know you’re tired as hell right now,” you wrap your hand around his, feeling fire spread throughout your arm. It lingers in your body and you have to take a moment to cool down.

“You keep me going, baby. I’d never pass up a chance to be with you. Anyways, it’ll be nice to look back at this moment whenever we have kids. They’ll know to never settle,” he says nonchalantly even though his heart is pounding in his ears. The last thing he wanted was to scare you off, but he can’t help but picture his entire future with you in it.

“You’re such a charmer,” you turn in front of him to quickly peck his lips. You move back to his side just as quickly, practically skipping beside him as you think about your future with your hockey player.

Valentine’s Day with Nolan (2026)

“Nolan, smile for the camera baby,” you try to get Nolan’s attention on Mat’s phone.

“Nolie, be like mama and strike a pose,” your boyfriend teases, doing his own little pose as well. You giggle at his antics, cheeks rosy from his silliness, but also from the heat that warms your entire body from just being close to him.

You and Mat are laid in bed, cuddling under the thick comforter with Nolan in between you two.

Your baby is almost 7 months old, celebrating his first Valentine’s Day in the cutest onesie that says, “cuter than cupid.” You and Mat have spent the entire morning kissing your son’s soft, chubby cheeks and listening to his sweet giggles.

“I love you,” Mat whispers, turning on his side to face you. His hand reaches over Nolan’s little body and settles on your stomach.

“I love you, Barzy,” you place your hand over his, turning your head to look into his eyes. His pretty, hazel eyes that make you melt and make you feel so many emotions.

The eyes that you wake up to and the ones you dream about when he’s away. Mat’s the love of your life and you feel lucky to have him here with you and your baby.

You watch as he repeats the same words in Nolan’s ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek before taking a deep inhale of his baby scent. You’ve been lucky enough to witness all the different sides there are to your boyfriend, but him taking on the role of fatherhood is your favorite.

Your thoughts drift to the hand written letter Mat gave you this morning, and the way his face scrunched up to keep his tears at bay. You’ve never been given a hand written letter, so the piece of paper sitting on your bedside table means that absolute world to you.

“I never saw myself finding a love that feels new every single day, but I find myself pleasantly surprised when I wake up to your beautiful face in the morning and still feel an immense amount of love in my heart. You’ve given me life, you’ve given me purpose- especially with our baby boy. God, I can’t believe I get to love you. I can’t believe you’re the mother of my baby and future babies. I wish I could be there with you today, but duty calls. I love you with all my heart. -kisses from Mat.”

You repeat the words over and over again in your head, thankful that you have the opportunity to know a love like Mat’s.

First Valentines as a married couple (2028)

Your hands cradle your husband’s cheeks, eyes locked and hearts beating in tandem. His hair is matted to his forehead, sweat lining the contours of his godlike body. You’re positive you look just as unkempt and breathless. You lean in, as much as you can with your 6 month baby bump in the way, and slant your lips over his. His hands travel up your back, one hand straying to the back of your neck. He caresses the cherries inked into your skin.

“I love you,” you mutter into the kiss.

“I love you. You’re such a goddess. Look at you, carrying my baby,” Mat says lovingly, his lips traveling down your chin to your chest.

He sucks softly on the “13” tattooed on the swell of your boob, making your back arch. Your body will never not react to his touches.

“It’s our first Valentine’s Day as a married couple,” he points out the obvious. A soft smile rests on your features and a warm blush coating your cheeks. You don’t think the giddy feeling Mat gives you will ever go away. You don’t want it to.

“I know, husband. This one’s extra special with our precious boy,” you place his hands on your bump.

Your second son starts kicking at his father’s hands. Mat stares at your bump, eyes growing teary.

“We’re going to have two sons. I can’t believe we have kids and they’re so perfect. Thank you,” he kisses your lips again, a tear or two hitting your skin.

“I love you,” you wipe away his tears.

You think this is your favorite Valentine’s Day. Mat and Nolan woke you up with so many flowers and pastries. Mat watched your favorite rom coms with you throughout the day- even crying with you during some parts. Then you all got dressed up in black tie attire just to sit in the dining room to eat, but nothing could’ve been more perfect. You were so content with listening to Mat talk to Nolan and Nolan’s nonsensical replies. Now you’re in the comfort of your bed, Mat, your husband, underneath you after he worshiped your body.

Mat lifts your left hand, kissing your diamond ring and placing your hand over his heart.

“You’re my girl forever,” he whispers and shuts his eyes before more tears fall.

“Maty, I thought I was supposed to be the emotional one?” You tease him but squeal when he pinches your nipple.

“I can’t help it that I’m in love,” he responds and you take a moment to appreciate him. You’re glad that he’s yours.

Valentine’s Day with all the kids (2030)

“Daddy?” Nolan pulls at Mat’s hand to get his attention.

“Yeah, buddy?”

“Is mommy your Valentine?”

“She’s always my Valentine,” Mat answers with a smile, but it starts to fade when he watches Nolan’s face turn solemn.

“Can she be my valentine?” Nolan asks, but his voice is so shy Mat can’t hear what he says.

“What was that? What’s wrong, Nols?” Mat crouches down and runs a hand through his first born’s hair.

“Can mommy be my valentine this year? I just really love her,” Nolan says, his blue eyes wide and so innocent.

“Of course she can. I think mommy would be really happy to be your valentine,” he assures Nolan and feels relieved when he sees Nolan visibly relax.

“Can we go to the store and get her a gift?”

“Yeah, bud, we can.”

On Valentine’s Day, you’re lying down on the sofa with Angel and Sloane cuddled into your sides. The tv is on, one of your favorite movies playing. The sound of the front door opening and Nolan shouting for you makes you smile. You love hearing the noise of the people you love. It’s home and it’s safe.

“Hi, mommy. School was good. I missed you,” Nolan burrows into you, deciding to tell you how his day was before you get to ask. Your heart melts at his affection. Soon, he wouldn’t want your hugs or kisses and the thought makes you sad.

“I missed you more, bub. Where’s daddy?” You push his hair off his forehead and rub at his back.

Nolan looks up at you with a suspicious smile and it makes you laugh.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispers, trying and failing to hide his giggles as he runs away.

You sit in confusion, but you don’t think too much about it.

Next thing you know, you see your husband and son walk back into the living room, and their arms are full with flowers and gift bags. You sit up, carefully setting Sloane in your lap and make sure you don’t disturb Angel’s nap. Nolan walks up to you with a bouquet almost bigger than he is and a medium sized bag in his hands.

“Mommy, will you be my valentine?” He asks, wide eyes looking into yours as you try not to cry.

“Oh my. Of course, baby. I would love to be your valentine,” you coo, blinking your tears away.

“I love you, mommy! These are for you,” he kisses your cheek and hands you the flowers and gift bag.

“I love you more, Nolie,” you smell your flowers, smiling when you realize they’re all your favorite ones. He obviously had Mat’s help. Speaking of your hockey player husband, you look up at him to see him waiting patiently with gifts in his hands.

“Wow! Nolan this is a lot of candy. I think you’re going to have to help me eat some of it,” you tickle his tummy, earning a laugh from him.

“Okay, but none for daddy,” he says, hands coming up to his mouth as if he’s whispering.

“Hey! I heard that,” Mat intervenes with a lighthearted gasp.

You give Nolan a wink and watch with a smile on your face when he hands the little bears he got specifically for his younger siblings to them. Although Sloane has no idea what he’s saying and Ángel is knocked out, he’s promising to always be the best big brother and to always protect them. Your heart melts at the scene.

“My turn,” Mat walks up to you with his signature crooked smile.

“Let’s see what you got,” you tease, pulling him down into a quick kiss.

“My pretty girl. It’s our 8th Valentine’s Day together and I still love you just as much as I did in the first, if not more. No, I know I love you so much more. I actually feel pretty nervous right now,” he nervously giggles, running a hand through his hair.

Your heartbeat starts to race. He makes you nervous, too. You squeeze his hand, encouraging him to continue. It takes you back to when he proposed to you. He has the same lovesick look in his eyes.

“I’m glad you are my forever valentine,” he finishes, pressing another kiss to your lips. This time it’s more passionate and long lasting.

“I love you, Barzy. It’s you and me forever. Plus the littles,” you whisper into your kiss.

“Open your presents before I cry,” he hands you another beautiful bouquet of flowers and two gift bags.

The first gift bag contains a beautifully wrapped jewelry box. When you open it to find a sparkly, diamond encrusted ‘13’ pendant necklace placed in the box, you laugh. Recently your dainty necklace broke, so Mat joked around that he’d get you another one that’s bigger. You thought he was playing, but the medium sized necklace sparkles at you. It’s beautiful and you know it’s something you’ll never take off.

“Babe. This is so pretty. I love it and I can’t wait to wear it,” you pull him down to sit next you, over his distance and needing him against you.

“You have one more,” he gives you a bag and it’s extra light.

You pull out a piece of Nolan’s construction paper. There are two sets of inked footprints with scribbles at the top. It doesn’t take you long to realize they’re Sloane and Angel’s feet mimicking the shape of a heart. The small scribbles at the top say, “Happy Valentine’s Day, mommy. We love you,” and you know Mat probably put the pen in their tiny hands and moved it for them.

Tears finally slip down your cheeks even though you hastily wipe them away.

“This is too cute. The best gift ever, and then Nolan asking me to be his valentine. Did you tell him to do that?” You cry into Mat’s shoulder while he rubs your back.

“No, it was all his idea. Yesterday he had me take him to the store and everything. He even asked me if he could ask you. It was the sweetest thing ever,” he whispers into your hair.

“He gets that from you. God, I love you all. Thank you for making this like the best Valentine’s Day ever. I love you so much,” you kiss his jaw in between each word.

“I love you more, baby,” he catches your lips with his.

“I have a little something for you, too,” you pull away and walk to the kitchen, not waiting for his response.

He never wants you to give him gifts, but you do anyway.

You walk back towards him, hands hidden behind your back.

“For you, sir,” you hold out a bouquet of flowers.

Men never get flowers, but you want to change that. Flowers are for everyone. You’re happy you got them when you see Mat’s eyes light up and his smile widen. Nobody knows this, but Mat’s favorite flowers are tulips.

“Baby, stop. These are nice. I love them. I’ve never received flowers before,” he whispers, delicately touching the petals and smiling up at you.

“I know. I just wanted you to feel special for a change. You’re always getting me flowers,” you explain, caressing his cheek.

“You make me feel special everyday,” he kisses your palm.

“One more thing!” You perk up and run off to get his last present.

“No way! Baby, these are so cool,” he jumps around like a little kid as he checks out his new golf clubs that are accented with the islanders’ blue.

“Shower sex later tonight?” You ask in his ear while you give him a hug.

“Duh!” He squeezes you to him, and you feel that familiar giddiness in your entire body.

a/n: Enjoy🩷💋

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crypt-keepers-den · 8 months

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[Astarion x Reader]

Warnings: None really, there are implications parenthood (the reader is adressed as mama/mummy), i just want to write fluff for the vampy boi <3

The soft glow of sunlight finds its way through your curtains, you turn your back to it before it can rouse you from your soft slumber. Your nose comes in contact with astarion's spine, pressing your face into his back which rouses a soft chuckle from deep with his chest, the vibrations cause you to slightly open your eyes. "Goodmorning my love" he turns to face you his pale skin glowing in the morning light, a smile present on his face, oh how you love his smile, everything about it from the crows feet that appear next to his eyes when he smiles genuinely, the way his fangs peek out from under his lips. He was perfect.

"whats on that mind of yours lover?" he casts you a teasing glance causing a geniune smile to grace your lips, your hands reach out to find one another, your fingers finding comfort in the grooves of his hand, feeling the gold band that sits proudly on his ring finger, the matching one adorning your finger, your voice is soft and groggy from sleep "this is first time in a while ive had you to mysel-" as if on cue the sounds of little feet on the hardwood floors brings your attention to the door, you sigh; however your still smiling "it would appear darling our little spawns have a different idea" . Your stifle a laugh your head resting on his chest as you both wait for your bedroom to turn into a chamber of madness. Astarion presses a kiss to your temple, his fingers combing through your hair.

your bedroom door creeks open, two little figures finding their way to the foot of your bed before climbing up and jumping onto their father "Morning mama and papa" Lyra, your 3yr old daughter sits ontop of her father, she almost his double, sharing his pale skin and silver curls, her eyes however are the same as yours. You feel small hands patting at your side, you look over and your 2yr old son Caspian is making grabby hands, he wants up to join in with everyone else; you lift him up allowing him to get comfortable on your chest, the small boy shares his father's facial features, along with his red eyes, however he shares your skin color and hair color.

"my my, little spawns you are up early today whatever is the reason?" astarion gently pokes and tickles his daughter, her squeals of laughter filling the room, caspian slaps his chubby little hands together in excitement. "papa you promised we'd go to the market today!". She was right, today was the first of the autum market and Astarion and you had promised your little ones (well only Lyra could understand really) that youd take them to see it and pick out a few things for home. Asatrion lets out a dramatic sigh, throwing his head back onto the pillow "I suppose i did didnt i" lyra laughs at him.

you seize the moment to tease him " Tell him to hurry up Lyra, hes a dramatic old elf" you pull a funny face causing your daughter to start giggling frantically, Astarion's head snaps around to look at you before attacking you and lyra with kisses "How dare" another kiss "you two" this time it was on your nose "call me a dramatic old elf" the final kiss was on your lips.

He scoops Lyra and Caspian up into his arms, lyra giggles at their father's antics, while caspian chews on his chubby little fist babbling back at his dad "alright my little darlings, lets go get ready" he approaches you with both children in his arms, he plants a kiss on your lips before disappearing out the bedroom door to ready your children for the day, you take a moment to listen to the now alive little cottage,

"papa can we buy pumpkins today!" " I dont see why not- caspian take that out of your mouth young man" "ew papa why are you covered in caspians porridge" You laugh listening to the mayhem, what a beautiful family you have, it might not be perfect but its the vampire spawn and now retired tav kind of perfect.

this was going to be another perfect day.

writers note: i just love this vampy man and i wanna give him everything bc he deserves it <3 i will be taking requests for more baulders gate stuff so please spam my inbox

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anastaaaaaaasia · 2 months

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The First Queen

Aegon II Targaryen x niece!Reader

Important notice: in this series reader has features of Ser Harwin, including Brown hair and tone of skin.

Next chapter

Prologue

Warnings: mention of blood, children (who knows)

Chaos.

The room was in chaos. Maids ran from one corner to another, midwives bended over the princess's body on the bed. The smell of sweat, blood and milk of the poppy mixed into one stench that was nastier than the smell in the farthest corners of Flea Bottom. The sounds were no better. The rustling of sheets, the maester's stern instructions and the screams of Princess Rhaenyra.

It was a hot summer day in King's Landing, so the windows were wide open. Those inhabitants of the Red Keep who decided to take a walk near the Godswood were unlucky, the windows from the maternity room just looked out there. Few people knew, but at the moment of the most desperate screams, the dragon Syrax also screamed several miles away.

Outside the walls of the room, in the corridors of the red castle, there was also chaos. Maids brought new potions while others ran around looking for new towels. When the door opened and a maid began to carry out bloody sheets in a wicker basket, Ser Laenor staggered and abruptly closed Jace's eyes. Although the boy is only a year old, he could not allow his son to see this picture.

Queen Alicent shrugged when she saw the number of towels and sheets in a bloody color. All of her births were relatively easy and it was unusual and frightening to see this. Any woman in the Seven Kingdoms knew that while men fight on the battlefield in armor and with swords in their hands for gold, fame and new lands, women fight on the birth bed with maesters and midwives, for their lives and the lives of their children.

Alicent was rocking the newly born Aemond at this time; the chubby-cheeked boy was calm enough for his age. One-year-old Heileina was busy with a toy dragon figurine her father had given her. The young princess babbled happily as the toy appeared in her view.

At this time, her father was trying to distract himself from his thoughts. He saw such a picture not so long ago, a couple of years ago. When Viserys met long-awaited son. When he made a decision that still haunts him in the darkness of the night. When he lost his wife Aemma. Just the thought of the possible loss of his daughter brought back all the darkest images and awakened what King Viserys tried so desperately to forget, but never could. The ruler of Westeros decided that if the maesters asked to make a choice in favor of a mother or a child, he would do everything to ensure that Laenor named his wife, no matter what.

Everyone was busy with their own worries, so no one noticed how the young prince, the first son of the king, entered the room after the maid. The boy hid behind the closet when a couple of moments later the room was filled with children's cries. He carefully looked out from behind the furniture and saw that the master was holding a new member of the family. They were covered in mucus and blood. Then Aegon thought how disgusting little children were. He might never even get close to Aemond, who knows, maybe he too suddenly becomes like this. No one wants to be dirty in this mixture, especially the young prince.

Then he looked at his older sister, she was lying there and smiling. Rhaenyra stopped screaming as if she had been eaten by a dragon. Now she was lying and waiting for the first meeting with her child.

“It’s a girl, princess,” said the master. Then he placed the newborn in the hands of the princess. She smiled and stroked her new daughter's cheek. This action caused a sudden burst of laughter from the little girl. And then Aegon looked further than he should have.

A sudden gasp from one of the maids caught the attention of everyone in the room, and Aegon turned to see the maid looking straight at him. Then the young prince realized that he was in trouble. He smiled guiltily and tried to hide his eyes.

“My prince, the birthing room is not a place for men,” said the master and ordered that the boy be taken to his parents.

“But you are here, and you don’t look like a female maester, unless you are hiding something from us,” the prince smiled, and devils danced in his eyes. The princess grinned and interrupted the slightly indignant maester.

“Dear little brother, may I ask, what are you doing here?” Rhaenyra looked at her four-year-old brother. The boy didn’t know what to answer and just stood there, then he shrugged and looked at his sister.

"Do you want to see her?" Rhaenyra broke the silence and pointed to the little girl in her arms. Aegon took a couple of steps to the bed and, with the help of his sister, climbed onto it. Big eyes looked at him, he couldn’t understand what color they were.

Perhaps he had not yet learned its name; playing with the sword was much more interesting than sitting in the chambers with the maester and listening to his boring sayings.

He also saw that her skin was slightly bluish. He remembered that Aemond also had a bluish tint, but after a couple of weeks he became pinker and ruddier. The next feature of her appearance was a pair of brown hairs, which he had never seen in his family. Aegon knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t explain it, and it didn’t matter to him. His nephew, Jace, was also dark-haired, and Aegon had sometimes heard his mother complain about it. He honestly didn't understand why Queen Alicent was worried about his hair color. It's just a color, isn't it?

Aegon wanted to touch reaching up to the girl’s plump cheeks, but suddenly froze, looking at his sister, mentally asking permission. Rhaenyra nodded warmly, and the little prince touched his cheek. It felt like the softest fluff, the newborn smiled her toothless smile and Aegon smiled back. Suddenly the girl squeezed the toddler's finger into her fist and started laughing.

“She seems to like you,” said the princess.

“What is her name?” Aegon asked his sister. Rhaenyra didn't know what to answer. She didn't discuss women's names. Yes, she always wanted to name her sister Visenya, but the wound from the loss of her mother and all her shattered dreams was still fresh. She didn't know what to answer and then looked at the young prince.

“What do you want to call her?”

Aegon thought only for a couple of seconds, because he knew the answer to this question. There was a name he loved and it intrigued him. How melodious it sounds and rolls off the tongue. He heard this name during lessons with the master, he was almost asleep, but when he heard the name he suddenly woke up. It was something from Andal legends.

“Y/N,” Aegon said proudly and smiled, the girl also smiled and drooled a few times. A few got on his hand and the young prince shook them off contemptuously. Rhaenyra just laughed at that.

"Sometimes children do disgusting things," Aegon declared.

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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is there any chance of getting vampire daddies 🤧💔

idk if this is what you meant...but I've been really wanting to do a mom reader and a lil bb <3

Vampire (Levi) x Single mom reader

Word Count: 2.5k

W: some violence and minor character death, drugging, kidnapping, babynapping, cute baby, sfw vampire fluff, small character injury

“What is she doing here?!” your client Levi Prishdarov growled, baring his vampire fangs at the bundle on your back. He was a massive vampire, looming over the two of you at something like 7 feet tall. His jet black hair hung around his shoulders in loose waves, brushing the red silk house jacket that matched his eyes. It hung open, revealing his alabaster chest, looking like a carved Greek statue.

Behind you, your six month old daughter, Meryl babbled baby speak and yanked on your hair, pointing at him with one small finger.

“Daaaa!”

You gave Levi an apologetic smile.

“Sorry Mr. Prishdarov,” you said quickly, pulling your arms out of the fish tank you were working on and wiping them on a rag, “her son-of-a-bitch father ran off, so Meryl’s gonna have to come with me on my runs for a while, I hope you don’t mind. I promise she won’t disrupt my work.”

You hadn’t meant to be so candid with the Lord of the largest vampire clan in the area, but you’d been under a lot of stress recently. You’d just gotten out of a relationship with your asshole ex fiance after he decided six months after Meryl was born that monogamy and fatherhood were not for him.

He left you high and dry with a business to run on your own and a baby. He’d taken off with everything in your bank account, so you didn’t even have any of your savings for daycare. Fortunately Meryl was at least big enough to ride on your back while you went around town servicing fish tanks.

When people asked you about her you’d given up on pulling your punches and trying to talk delicately about the situation. You had no choice but to bring her with you, so you needed all the sympathy and understanding you could get. Occasionally she cried or you had to change her diaper, which wasn't a good look.

He wrinkled his nose at your daughter and took a step forward, examining her. He poked her cheek with a large, cold finger and her eyes got big. She grabbed the digit with her tiny chubby hand and stuck it in her mouth to chew. His cold skin probably felt nice on her poor little gums, sore from teething.

“You don’t have a wet nurse?” he asked.

You chuckled.

“I don’t think they’ve had those around for a hundred years, sir,” you laughed.

“So you are just carrying her around with you? Exposing her to germs and strangers?!” he gasped.

You shrugged, handing her a bit of clean tubing to play with in hopes she would release Levi’s finger.

“I think she’ll be fine,” you assured mostly yourself, but it did concern you that you had to go to all these different places with her. This wasn’t the vision of motherhood you imagined, toting her around like luggage to your jobs, but it was nice spending time with her and she was a happy baby, smiling at everyone and collecting pats.

The hardest part so far had been keeping her out of your clients hands while you worked and in her carrier. They had a tendency to pick her up and tote her off throughout the house. There were odd selfies of her all over instagram with her fans. You worried about her being exposed to so many people, but you were dancing on a delicate line.

Levi glared at the two of you, so you quickly finished up your work to make yourself scarce. Not everybody liked babies and you weren’t surprised a vampire lord would be a little miffed by one.

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“Here comes the choo-choo!” you giggled, aiming the little spoon of baby food at Meryl’s mouth. It had been a long day running all around town to refill tanks with salt water, feed and restock fish, and do all the other things a fish tank service person did all with a little cinnamon roll wriggling on your back.

Fortunately, all the activity had made her sleepy and she was barely keeping her eyes open as you tried to coax her into eating her mashed peaches as you held her, sitting on the bumper of your van.

You had one more stop for the day, at the house you were parked in front of, and then you could take her home, make dinner, and the both of you could crash until she woke up hungry again.

You stretched, before strapping a sleepy Meryl back to you and knocking on the door.

“Hello Mr. Gujek,” you said to the orc standing there. He frowned down at you.

“Is that a baby?” he asked.

“She’s my daughter,” you clarified, “her name is Meryl, but she won’t get in my way, she’s passed out.”

He didn’t look happy, but you ignored it. It was the end of the day and you wanted to get this last job over with so you could get home.

“Can’t you leave it in the van?” he asked.

You glared at him, setting your things up by his thousand gallon arowana tank.

“I am not leaving her in the van,” you snapped just as harshly as you meant to, “she’s fast asleep. She won’t cause any trouble.”

The orc seemed extremely put out, but again, you brushed it off. It was the end of the day, you didn’t really have the patience to get into a long discussion about anything. All Mr. Gujek needed was a filter change and to administer some medicine for fin rot. You’d be out of there in fifteen minutes.

He disappeared for a moment, leaving you with the fish, then reappeared a minute later holding a cup of coffee.

“I’m sorry about that, I wasn’t expecting you to bring your baby. I was just surprised…” he trailed off more gently, “you must be tired. Have some coffee.”

You glanced at him from beside the tank and accepted the cup without thinking, taking a sip. Coffee was exactly what you needed after such a long day.

“Thanks Mr. Gujek, you have no idea how much I needed this,” you chuckled, throwing back a bit more.

He gave you a tight smile. You went back to replacing the filter, balancing the cup on the tank stand only distance suddenly seemed wonky. As you moved your hands they seemed further and further away and less and less responsive to your brain’s orders.

“Huh?” you murmured and then the world got swimmy.

You immediately thought of Meryl, pulling her safely to your front in the wrap you carried her in, as you started to sink the floor, the world getting foggy. Your last thoughts were of protecting her head with your hands as you hit the ground and things went dark.

—

“I didn’t know she was going to have a baby with her,” Mr. Gujek’s voice snarled at someone.

Your eyes felt itchy and dry and it took you some time to get them open.

“I’m not killing a baby,” he said, “that’s why I called you. Can’t you do something with it? Sell it or raise it as livestock or something? I just want the woman. Just don’t…you know…murder it…that’s bad karma...no, it’s not the same as kidnapping! Whatever, hurry up and get over here!”

You shook your head, trying to chase the fogginess away but it felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

“Meryl…?” you groaned, trying to look around, your panic slowly growing as you realized you couldn’t move your arms and legs and Meryl wasn’t in them.

You were in a bedroom, chained to a modern, nice bed with a cushioned headboard and expensive sheets.

“Meryl?!” you cried, looking around. You didn’t see her anywhere! You went into full on panic mode, screaming and fighting your restraints until your bones started popping. You were considering whether or not you could break your thumbs to get out of the manacles when Mr. Gujek appeared in the doorway holding your baby in one arm.

She was such a tiny little thing compared to the massive orc, it set off every protective bone in your body.

“Give her to me!” you demanded, “give me my daughter!”

He gave you a chilly smile.

“You should probably stop thinking of it as yours,” he smirked, looking down at her, “when its new master arrives it’ll belong to him.”

She glared up at him, tears building in her wet little eyes and it broke your heart. His disgusting hands on her were worse than her father leaving. She waved her little fists as if she could fight him off.

“This is sick you bastard!” you screeched, tears clouding your vision, “I’ll do anything! Anything you want, please just don’t take her away!”

He crossed the room and sank into the bed next to you.

“You shouldn’t have had a baby,” he pouted, and Meryl started to sniffle in his arms, “Only I get to breed you…but it is good to know you are fertile. Now there’s no question of that. Don’t be sad. I’ll give you plenty of little ones to love, strong orc babies, better than this one.”

You heard the doorbell ring and the orc eagerly hopped up as if a pizza had arrived. You heard the front door open and a muffled question.

“May I come in?”

“Come on,” the orc said, “I want to get this over with so I can get to playing with my new toy.”

You heard Meryl crying and the sound of something wet tearing. Was it fabric? Flesh? Your heart pounded and tears rolled down your cheeks. Meryl! Meryl had to be okay!

You struggled with the restraints, trying to keep at the front of your mind that if she was still crying she was alive. You could get to her, you just had to try harder. Pain radiated up your arms as you tried to force your hands through the metal cuffs and blood leaked down your wrists as they scraped your skin.

There was a wet gurgle and a thunk, then silence and you froze, tears plummeting down your cheeks.

“Meryl…?” you whispered as your heart went ice cold.

Heavy bootsteps stomped through the hallway, getting closer and closer until a tall dark figure appeared in the doorway.

“Meryl!” you shrieked, seeing her before even seeing the male holding her.

She was propped in the crook of Levi’s large arm, chewing on his finger happily. His other hand was dripping blood. The collar of his white shirt with soaked with it and the sleeve of his suit jacket was dark.

He frowned at you and crossed the room quickly, holding your little nugget under his arm like a china football as he yanked the chains holding you to the bed, snapping them like threads. You held your loose arms out for your baby and he passed her to you. You didn’t even notice him looking you over for injuries and growling at the lacerations on your wrists.

“Oh thank goodness!” you sobbed, holding her to your chest and covering her with kisses.

Finally it occurred to you that it was odd Levi was there and you looked up at him.

“What are you doing here?” you asked.

He frowned down at you, looking not in the least bit amused.

“The orc wanted to sell me Meryl,” he said, scooping you both up in his arms and carrying you out of the bedroom. You hid Meryl’s face and tried to swallow down the bile that rose as you passed the mess the vampire had made of the orc and left in the hall. His limbs were all over the place and blood was splattered on the walls.

When you got outside he passed your work van and headed directly to his limousine. He washed the bloody hand with some supplies he pulled from a small compartment in the vehicle and started dabbing your wrists with whatever cleanser he kept.

“But…I need to take my van home…” you started to say, but trailed off as his red eyes focused on you.

“I’ll have someone come collect it, the rest of your things are already being taken to my house,” he said.

“Y-you’re house?” you asked.

He looked down at you evenly.

“My daughter and wife are not going to be running around town going in and out of stranger’s homes,” he said with distaste, “as you can see it’s dangerous. You’ll stay at home where it’s safe.”

“Wait…what?! You’re what?!” you asked, “We have a home!”

He nodded.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

“I’m not your wife, though,” you said.

He cocked his head.

“According to the state of (Y/S) you are, Mrs. Prishdarov,” he said, more cheerful than you’d ever seen him in all the years you’d cared for his stingrays.

You shivered and narrowed your eyes at him.

“You’re not going to eat us, are you?” you asked, suspiciously and he laughed out loud, displaying a smile you’d never seen before that was very handsome.

“I’m not going to eat my wife and child,” he said, matter-of-factly, picking up Meryl’s tiny hand between two fingers and gently shaking it, “am I, little baby bat? You are not for eating! You are for spoiling! You are going to be the most spoiled insufferable little girl in the whole world.”

He looked at her with absolute adoration.

“Daaaaa!” she gurgled, gripping his finger in her much smaller ones and pushing it in her mouth.

“I don’t understand. Why are you doing this?” you asked as you stared in awe as your little child innocently chewed on the vampire’s digit that had only moments ago been ripping apart an orc twenty times her size.

His eyes flashed and his opposite hand found your cheek, his cool fingers drifting down your face.

“Because I’ve been watching you,” he said smiling, “since you suggested the rays to me in the fish store. I’ve become fascinated with you.”

You'd met Levi at the fish store you'd worked at a few years earlier before your business had taken off. It was a high end boutique for salt water fish and you'd sold him on the stingrays.

They'd always been your favorite and you'd wanted some yourself, but there was no chance you would ever have the money for an enclosure large enough.

You had no idea, the entire time you'd been coming over to his house, servicing his fish tank Levi had been growing more and more attached to you. He'd pined after you, especially, while you were pregnant and delicate, infuriated that your fiance let the little, round mother of his child waddle from house to house working on fishtanks. He sighed.

“I thought I had more time to seduce you after I ate- I mean, I-ah, since…whatever his name was…disappeared,” he frowned, “but of course a pretty thing like you would be popular and attract all the wrong sort. That’s the curse of beautiful women, isn’t it?”

Your eyes widened at him.

“B-but I’m human…” you said.

Surely a vampire clan lord didn’t want a mere human and her baby.

“And you will remain so until you’re done nursing…then we’ll discuss a more permanent arrangement,” he replied.

You gasped.

“A more…permanent-”

“Shhh, you are very tired my little guppy,” he cooed and you felt your eyes getting heavy as he looked into them with his swirling irises.

No! Not again! You tried to fight it, but your world went foggy and your hands went limp around Meryl. When you were asleep, Levi arranged you against his chest and smiled down at his new baby girls.

“Daaadaaa!” Meryl babbled sweetly at him as she tried to grab at his fangs.

“That's right! Don't tell your mama but I killed your sperm donor, little baby bat,” he said in his own baby voice, gazing into Meryl's big eyes and gently wiggling her tiny toes.

He lifted her chubby little foot to nibble it and smiled, “now I’m your daddy. Can you say dad-dee?”

She stuck her foot in her mouth and waved at him with her pudgy hands.

"Daaaaaaa-drrrreeeee," she tried and they both grinned.

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