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bihansthot · 4 months
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Bi-Han is the type of Dad who lets you sleep through the night because he gets up with the baby every time they cry. He’s mastered warming up the milk he prepared from formula/you pumped earlier and is a pro at changing diapers and swaddling the baby, after all he is a big brother, it’s not his first rodeo even as a first time Dad. He never complains either, he just kisses your forehead every morning and thanks you for giving him a child and asks if you slept well. Most nights you don’t even wake up because the first little coo from your baby is enough to have Bi-Han up and in action, though sometimes when they’re extra fussy you do wake up and lurk in the door way to watch your husband rocking and singing to your newborn.
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multi-kpop-fanfics · 4 months
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Hi zeta! So I received a notification today that I was ovulating and had a thought. Husband/Ceo!Cheol checking your phone as you received and notification that you were ovulating. Like my man would go crazy and be at it like the fucking rabbits.
(sorry why is this so long)
tw: dom!seungcheol, sub!reader (fem), marriage!au, unpotected sex (pls stay safe), breeding kink, mentions of kids and pregnancy, praise, use of petnames, daddy and mommy kink (they want to be actual parents), mating press, spanking, oral (f rec), cockwarming - minors dni.
@gyuwoncheol tagging her bcs she helped me to her own demise
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"Babe?"
"Yes darling?"
"You have a new notification!" Seungcheol yells from the other end of the living room.
"I'll check it later, thanks!" You yell back, trying to make yourself heard through the noise of the kitchen mixer.
Seungcheol is a man who values your privacy and would never attempt the petty snooping around on your phone.
But how could he miss the bright notification of your cycle tracking app saying that you're ovulating?
He turns his head to your direction and looks at the shape of your body standing in front of the counter and his mind races at the thought of you bearing his kids and having them run around your legs in the future.
And it makes him want to fuck you until he has made sure you're pregnant.
He gets up from the couch and walks up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.
"You sure love back hugs, don't you?" You let out a small laugh.
"How can I not when I have such a pretty wife?" He hums.
"Oh, I see how it is." You turn off the mixer and turn around to face him. "Come on, out with it, big guy."
"What? Can't I just compliment my wife because I feel like it?" He pouts his lips.
"Seungcheol, you never compliment me without any reason."
"I was just thinking...."
"I knew it."
"I haven't even said anything yet!" He complains.
"Oh my God, just say it!"
"I was thinking how pretty you'd look with a belly full of our kids."
Your eyes widen with shock at your husband's blunt words. It's true that you've discussed the possibility of widening your family with Seungcheol and you know he would be the most silly and doting dad ever. But the way he looks at you and his hands tighten on your body makes you feel a tad bit jittery (in a very good way).
"Did you just think of that, or...?"
"Your tracking app said you're ovulating and I can't get it out of my damn head." Seungcheol groans.
"You checked my phone?!"
"I didn't unlock it! It was right beside me and I just saw the pop-up on the screen!"
"And that made you worked up already?" You deadpan.
"God, you have no idea." He drops his head on your shoulder and rolls his hips against you.
"You're incorrigible." You hug him with a light chuckle.
You feel his lips stretching in a grin and he throws you over his shoulder with one swift motion, carrying you to the bedroom. You complain all the way, but he just slaps your ass and puts you down on the mattress, your legs hanging from the edge of the bed.
"I am indeed incorrigible, darling." Seungcheol strips himself down to bare skin and purposefully climbs over you to grab a pillow and place it under your lower back.
"I'll do everything in my power," he hooks his fingers in the hem of your sweats and drags them away from your legs, "to get your pretty pussy," he removes your cotton panties to reveal your cunt, "full of my cum until you physically can't take more inside you."
"C-Cheol-" You watch your husband kneel on the foot of the bed, ready to use his tongue on you.
"Talk to me, darling. Tell me what you want."
"Fuck, I want your kids so bad." You moan and spread your legs, putting your hands under your knees to pull them on your sides.
"That's what I thought too." He smirks and leans down to press a kiss on your clit, followed by full-bodied swipes of his wet muscle from your puffy bud of nerves to your hole, waiting for your pussy to drip just enough to get messy.
"You're so perfect, you know that?" He brings your legs on your chest and puts your ankles on his shoulders, the head of his cock dragging over your pussy. "Perfect wife, with a perfect pussy." He whispers and slides his shaft inside you, stealing your moans with his mouth.
You let yourself get lost in the feeling of his pillowy lips, all while his cock is battering up your cunt. Your leg muscles tense up from being stretched out to their limits, but you don't want to switch up positions.
"Sweet, sweet fucking cunt, all ready to keep my cum safe." Seungcheol groans wildly on your lips, "Want to make you a mommy so bad."
"Fuck, I want you to be a daddy, Cheol, ah!" You throw your head back on the bed, watching your husband plow his hips in you relentlessly, his bottom lip caught between his pearly whites.
"W-Want a pretty little girl, w-with your eyes and lips, wanna treat her like a princess."
"And a rowdy little b-boy, so you c-can play g-games with him." You stammer over your words, but you get the message across.
"Fuck, I love you so much, darling." Seungcheol moans airily and plants his hands beside your head, rutting in you like a madman, sweat dripping down his body and a few drops landing on your chest.
"Cheol, I'm c-close." You sob.
"Me too, baby. Just a little more, please." He begs you to hold out.
You do as he says and you cum undone underneath him, his thick cock pulsing until he has emptied himself inside your cunt, not daring to pull away from you.
A few seconds of silence pass and none of you has moved yet. Your pussy clenches around his cock ever so slightly and you whimper, your legs falling limp on the bed.
"Even your pussy wants more, babe." Seungcheol chuckles and moves his cock inside you, bringing himself back to full hardness.
"You mean you've got more to give?" You pant.
"For you? Always."
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touyasdoll · 1 year
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Like You
pairing: dad!Dabi/Touya Todoroki x fem!reader
word count: 0.6k
warnings: you have a son together, reader referred to as mommy, Touya has feelings
notes: just a sappy little idea I had. I live for this man as a father <3 best dad, hands down. and as always, he deserves the world.
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You and Touya are enjoying a peaceful afternoon on the couch, cuddled up together while watching some tv in silence for once. Your little boy is being so good right now, just quietly coloring by himself in the other room.
But then it gets a little bit too quiet, so you get up to investigate, just to make sure that he isn’t getting into anything he shouldn’t be. Lo and behold, your suspicions were correct. You find him absolutely covered in purple marker.
It’s everywhere. His arms, his neck, his face. All on his cheeks and just beneath his oceanic eyes. He’d even taken his shirt off to color in part of his chest.
“What—,” you blink, laughing and shaking your head as you walk closer to him. “Honey, what are you doing?”
You reach out to take the marker from him, but he grips it tighter and takes a step back.
“No, I’m not done yet!” He pouts, looking down at his belly to put the purple ink to his skin again.
“Not done with what? I think you’ve done enough, sweetheart. C’mere, lemme see that, please,” you say as you hold out your hand.
Touya’s sitting on the couch waiting for you to return, though his parental senses are tingling. He’s about to get up and come to check on the both of you when he hears your laughter.
“Hey, what’s so funny in there?” He calls playfully as he gets up anyway to wander down the hall, curious as to what’s going on.
He leans against the entrance to the playroom and his eyes pop open wide when he sees the mess that’s made it’s way all over your son and his tiny little activity table.
“Tell Daddy what you’re doing, baby,” you instruct the small boy with a fond smile on your lips.
“I wanted to look cool like you!” He proclaims, the most pure smile propping up his chubby cheeks.
Touya’s heart clenches in his chest so tight that he actually clutches it, wearing the same expression you’d had on just moments ago, positively endeared by your son’s ingenious idea.
He’s always thought that he looks disgusting, even with the countless amount of times you’ve insisted otherwise. It isn’t until this moment that he starts to believe that maybe you’re not entirely wrong after all, but he’s mostly just relieved that his own child doesn’t find him repulsive and touched that he actually wants to emulate him. It’s the only time in his life he’s actually felt more like a hero than a villain.
“I’m missing the shiny parts though,” your son announces, wearing a pout that’s identical to his fathers, though Touya would deny that he’s ever pouted in his life.
“Well, I think we have some staples,” Touya says casually as he looks over his shoulder.
“Absolutely not.” You shake your head, laughing. “This is good enough. You did such a good job, baby.”
“Aw, c’mon, we can use that shit that you use to put your eyelashes on or whatever. That’s safe, right?” Touya jokes as he strolls further into the room.
You roll your eyes, though you can’t help the amused smile on your lips.
“Language. And no staples. Maybe we can find some tinsel or something though,” you concede. “And some body safe paint.”
“See, that’s why it’s a good thing we have Mommy,” Touya says as he moves to sit on the floor, ruffling the tot’s white hair. “You did do a great job, buddy. C’mere.”
He extends his long arms and pulls the tike into a hug, just in time to spare him from seeing the single crimson tear slipping from his seam, though you catch it. You reach out to gently swipe it away with your thumb before you join in on their embrace, pressing a kiss to your husband’s face and then your son’s.
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kneelingshadowsalome · 4 months
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eating König x high school sweetheart up like a buffet tbh [Gordon Ramsey voice] finally some good fucking food 🤌🔥
What if König and Sweetheart had an oops baby? Sweetheart is estatic because it’s the best of both of them and König would be the best dad! You’ve overcome your pasts to build a sweet little future together!!
He agrees that he would be the best dad (to anyone else’s baby, not hers 😤) but is panicking because his plans to leave her in the dust have been effectively put on hold for 18 years. She didn’t baby trap him, he obvs baby-trapped her!! He’s goes into Turbo Cope Mode and convinces himself that no one will want her as a single mom, and that no one is more qualified to raise HIS baby than HIM. He’ll play happy family for now (⬅️ will play happy family forever).
I just imagine him breeding her like crazy ("out of revenge") until there's 5 carbon copies of him and her running around and calling him 'daddy' and her, 'mommy' :) It stopped being an "oops" at the third one but he simply can't stop himself!
He wasn't sure what his plan was but it def wasn't this: her being like a ray of sun when he comes back home, kids running around everywhere and practically climbing him like koalas, asking if he has anything for them, the oldest even snatches his knife out of it's sheath when he's preoccupied with grabbing this crawling little thing on the floor before it bonks its head.
"The babysitter cancelled at the last minute," she breaths a smile and a kiss on his lips while the 3 months old baby König is staring at them wide-mouthed. "Perhaps it's a good thing, otherwise you'd have too much time in your hands to knock me up again..."
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solomons-poison · 3 months
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Still thinking of Silvio, just buried under a pile of children. Very likely all boys. Each time, Emma is hoping it'll be a girl. Just one girl. Maybe she gets one with her very last child, who is absolutely spoiled to high heaven (truthfully, they all are, the palace is constantly filled with the noise of rowdy children having fun who are just as loud as their father 💀).
The first kid isn't planned and he has a bit of a breakdown about it. He hovers so much during the first pregnancy, barely letting you leave the palace and worrying so much about when you try to lift things. He's leaving meetings to check on you and (begrudgingly) getting Rio to check on you when he can't. He worries about your food and drinks and wanting to make sure you're getting all the nutrients you need. He's thankful for being by the sea to get plenty of fresh fish, and pesters Prince Keith for trades in herbs and remedies to help your morning sickness and such.
Silvio learns how to braid hair just for his daughter. He loves bringing back all sorts of items from his trips overseas, different books and toys and artifacts. Carlo is accidentally like a second uncle (Emidio is completely blocked from meeting the kids). It takes a lot of convincing to allow Silvio's father to see the grandkids, and is only allowed with strict supervision for a short amount of time.
Silvio play fights with his kids all the time, often pretending to be a pirate. Or they'll act as the pirates while he's the dashing prince coming to save the kidnapped princess, Emma. He teaches them how to swordfight (including fighting dirty....) and takes it upon himself to show them how to work and command a boat.
Silvio, who's struggled with being honest with his feelings for so long and couldnt really be honest because that'd make him vulnerable, working so hard to overcome that for you and his kids. He tries his best to tell you and his kids how much he loves you guys. He really struggles with it, muttering it for a while, face red, blurting it out in a shout sometimes. But he improves with it. He wants to make sure his kids always feel wanted, in a way he never got to.
The first time he holds his first baby, his jewelry gets in the way, between baby trying to put a pendant in their mouth and Silvio almost accidentally hitting his kid with his heavy chain. He spends a long time after the birth of his first kid dressed down without his usual bling, and it's the most casual and least flashy the palace staff have ever seen him. Sometimes he has spit-up stains but of course they're scared to mention it to him unless he's going to an important meeting or something.
He puts his kids to bed with stories about his trips on the seas, the kinds of people he's met, countries he's visited, rare treasures and new creatures he's found. Usually they're enraptured by his stories. But once in a while, they surprise him by preferring your storybooks to his experiences, getting him upset that some fictional story is more captivating than his real life experience, making him pout for the next week.
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tetsutits · 2 years
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"𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊." - akashi takeomi x fem!reader
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synopsis :: takeomi is needy. he thinks it won't be a problem if he steals you away for a little while.
cw :: 18+ smut, mdni. established relationship. reader wears a dress. babysitting. tw kids mentioned briefly. quickie. use of baby, princess, doll. grinding. wall sex + unprotected. creampie. takeomi & reader are in their early 20's. (wc :: 1.5k)
an :: writing for takeomi bc he deserves more love <3 also this was p rushed sorry for any errors !!
MINORS DNI. tr masterlist @tokyometronetwork
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"how much time do we have?"
"10 minutes—tops." takeomi speaks quietly from above you.
you've been at the akashi's house for most of the day, helping your boyfriend babysit his two younger siblings. you mostly come here for him—but you enjoy senju and haruchiyo's company, the two little kids have slithered their way into your heart and now have a special place in your life.
it brightens up your day when you see them—they're like rays of sunshine, definitely unlike their older brother. the two kids are surely a handful, but you love them as if they were your own.
"well, they're definitely distracted now," you say, peering over at senju and haruchiyo—both of them sitting in the living room watching tv, "i doubt it'll last longer than that, though."
takeomi rests one large hand on your waist, he stands over you, sneakily watching his younger siblings to make sure they'll be occupied for long enough for you two to sneak away.
you grab his hand and start making your way to his bedroom, "c'mon, we don't have much time. better make it worth it, loverboy." you wink at him, a cheeky smile on your face.
you pull him to his room at the end of the hallway, he closes the door and pushes you up against it—his body big, and towering over yours.
"all of this just because you couldn't wait till tonight," you giggle in between kisses, throwing your arms around his neck.
"can't blame me. you look so fucking cute takin' care of my siblings." he kisses up the column of your neck, breathing in your scent. "this sundress is driving me insane."
you whine when he bites harshly on a sensitive spot by your ear, then licking it to ease the throbbing pain. "o-omi,"
his hands wander all of you, grabbing and groping. one of them comes up to harshly pinch your nipples through the thin fabric of your sundress.
"y'see these?" he groans, cupping your chest in his hands, "fuckin' perfect." he squeezes them hard, pulling a moan from you before you slap a hand over your mouth, muffling any sounds.
you're not sure how long senju and haru will be occupied—but you definitely know that if you're too loud, they'll come investigating.
your other hand is tugging on the hair of his nape, making him groan loudly in response. he pulls down the straps of your dress, slowly undoing the top half, "fuck, baby." he half-whispers.
"so fuckin' pretty." kissing down the expanse of your chest, leaving a trail of bite marks and bruises. your teeth sink into your bottom lip, trying your best to keep quiet as he wraps his soft lips around your nipple. his left hand works simultaneously on your other breast, tugging on the sensitive skin.
"s-shit, omi!" you whine, throwing your head back, resting it on the door.
you arch your back to get more of him, to feel more of his addicting mouth all over you, but you're stopped when his hand comes down to your hip to firmly hold you in place.
"patience, baby. i'll give you what you want."
"we-we're taking too long," you whimper impatiently.
"tch," he clicks his tongue and decides the best way to shut you up is by holding you by the neck, pulling your face to meet him. you let him slip his smooth tongue inside you—stealing your breath away.
he groans softly into your mouth, savoring your taste. a taste that he could never get enough of, something that he's sure is addicting to him. his hands slither down your body where they reach under your dress, slipping them inside to trace the lining of your panties.
"o-omi, please," you whimper, the grip you have on the front of his shirt tightening.
"i know. i know, baby." he lifts your leg so that one thigh is wrapped around his waist. one hand cupping your cunt through your underwear.
your hips involuntarily buck into his palm, using him to pleasure yourself. he has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, "feels s'good,"
he chuckles, "you're already soaking, were you that needy? did you want me to fuck you that bad, doll?"
the humiliation makes heat rush all the way to your ears, and you shyly look away from him but your hips don't stop grinding against his hand.
"don' wanna be prepped," you whisper, still unable to look him in the eye.
"wasn't planning on it." he roughly shoves the rest of your dress above your waist, bending down and lifting you up from under your thighs.
"takeomi—!"
"shh, you're being too loud." he cuts you off, two of his fingers come down to move your panties to the side. "unzip my pants, princess."
you do as you're told, and his cock slips out from the confines of his pants. it's long and leaking, his dark pink tip lightly lubricated from his own pre cum.
"oh, shit. so fuckin' wet." the thick head of his cock runs through your wet folds back and forth—occasionally massaging your clit and sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body.
"n-need you inside, omi, please." you ache in need for him, and for him to just fill you up and fuck you senseless.
he doesn't wait any longer, pressing his pulsing cock straight into your fluttering hole. you both moan at the feeling of the intrusion. he can never get over how you feel—always so soft and pliant, ready to take him anytime he wants.
"so warm, baby." the stretch burns—but you won't deny that it makes it more pleasurable when it hurts a little.
suddenly, just before he's about to thrust up inside you, you hear senju's voice yell in the hallway.
"takeee!” her voice travels through the door of takeomi's bedroom, "where'd you guys go?"
both of you freeze, and his hand comes up to shove two of his fingers into your mouth—keeping you quiet.
he grunts, squeezing his eyes shut and dropping his head onto your shoulder, "we'll be out in a bit, senju."
"i'm hungry!"
"just give me five more minutes!" he forces out, trying his best to make his voice as even as possible. it's even harder to do because of the way your walls flutter and spasm around his length.
"hurry up!" she commands, and you both breathe out a sigh when you hear her footsteps travel across the hall and back into the living room.
he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, "better be quick then." and before you have a chance to reply he thrusts up harshly, knocking the wind out of you.
your teeth bite the inside of your mouth, and you think you draw blood but at this point you can't seem to worry about anything except the drag of his cock against your gummy walls.
"perfect-so perfect f'me." he grunts, trailing kisses up your neck. your hands grip tight on his shoulders.
with the way he's angled right now, the way he's thrusting up into you—every time his hips move forward the soft hair of his pubic bone rubs against your clit just right. it makes you see stars, the pleasure overwhelms you.
"a-ah! omi—right there!"
"here, baby?" he hits the same spot, and you let out a small sob—he just feels so fucking good.
"don't stop," you say as he continues to ram his cock inside you, his thick tip nudging against your g-spot.
he brings two fingers in between your bodies to play with your clit, stimulating you even further. he pinches and strokes all while you're trying your hardest to keep your moans suppressed.
"fuck—you gonna cum?" he grunts, throwing his head back, "squeezing me so tight, c-cum with me, baby."
that's all it takes to throw you off the edge, gasping out as you cum on his cock. your legs tighten around his waist, pulling him even closer to you.
"s'good, omi!" his lips meet yours, swallowing all your cries. you're unable to kiss him back, barely even able to control your body as it jerks to meet his thrusts.
his grip on the back of your thighs hurts, but a few more thrusts and he follows, releasing deep inside you, filling you all the way with his warm, sticky seed.
he slows himself, resting his forehead on yours as you both try and catch your breaths. it's quiet after that, he pulls himself out and helps you dress.
"we can't do this again, omi." you giggle. "i don't want us to get caught."
"i couldn't help myself," he plants a kiss on your forehead. "we should get back."
your legs are wobbly, and your thighs burn as you hold on to him while walking back to the living room.
"what took you guys so long?!" haru pouts.
takeomi takes a second before sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, "we were building a lego set."
reblogs and feedback appreciated <3
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vagabond-umlaut · 9 months
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i wanna write a kid fic very very bad rn... but whom shd i write it for??
⁕ every rose and its 'twin prickles': dad!gojo x mom!reader story with their twin babies, sachiko and sachiro, set in an implied no curses au
⁕ we're the summer to our winter rain: 9 works in total, covering gojo and reader's lives together, from before they are a couple to the time when they are a married couple [only thing which is the same is their mutual love for each other, over the course of so many years] [canon divergent au where everyone's alive, safe and happy ^_^]
⁕ mine? yes, mine.: 2 works in total, depicting the kind-of-dark yet so very devoted love between trueform!sukuna & wife!reader [with hints of reincarnation BUT THE KID!OC WILL BE WRITTEN ONLY DURING THE HEIAN ERA AND NOT THE MODERN ERA]
▸ masterlist
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delirious-donna · 2 months
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Ahhh thirsts huh 👀👀
I'm curious, how long do you think it would take Kento to be in relationship before he begins to think about marriage? Having kids?
And it would be different considering if he's still a Salaryman or a Jujutsu Sorcerer(I read somewhere that he wouldn't wanna be married as a sorcerer because he wouldn't want his spouse to be worried about him and damn did that make me fall in love with him deeper)
Heheh basically, how long does Kento have to be in relationship for before he's considering going the step further
Hey Bacon!! Always lovely to see you popping in and with Kento thoughts as well? You’re spoiling me! <3
Mm, personally I think that he isn’t one to rush things. Even if he is aware of the depths of his feelings, getting married isn’t top of his priority for sometime. He’s quite content knowing that you’re his and he is yours. Kento wants to live with you, learn your little quirks and the way your routines work. Every new discovery endears him more and more until maybe 6 months down the line, possibly more, he’s down on one knee one night. I could either see it being completely spontaneous as the love he feels for you swells in his chest when you walk into the kitchen in your cutesy pjs and hair all askew. Or it’s planned out over a nice home-cooked meal.
As for kids… he’s gonna be asking if you want to come off your bc as soon as that ring is on your finger. Oh my, he’s gonna be insatiable. Fully driven to fill you with his seed until it takes because then you’ll be linked forever. He’ll be whispering lewd thoughts into your ear constantly, fingers straying when they shouldn’t and when he learns your cycle? Game over.
I probably could write a lot more but my hormones can’t take it cause damn do I want that with him!!!
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digenerate-trash · 5 months
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is yan bailey more the type to see fem PC looking at baby clothes and deciding to give her a baby so she can never leave or the type to see it and get her tubes tied by a shady doctor so she can't ever hope to leave and have kids with some other punk?
Bailey can't have kids. so as soon as you're baby fever kicks in he's trying to diswade you. you don't need kids. they're awful. bailey should know he takes care of them all day.
He's even eager to show you as well. he brings you to the nursery and tries to show off how terrible the kids are. screaming and crying in pain or hunger. they're always wanting something and barley can barely stand it. he tries his best to be a good caretaker but reliable non-creepy help is hard to come by.
but you in the throws of your baby fever are... oddly very good with the kids. you have a soothing voice you're happy to tend to the crying infants and soothe them. the older kids just want someone to bandage their scrapes and kiss their bruises.
other kids feel left out and just need someone to talk to and at night you read stories and tuck them in. Bailey knows that a kid of your own would probably make you so happy. and he can't give it to you...
it's not like he even likes kids... but seeing you work so hard to make them happy... he knows you'd be a great mother... it doesn't stop him from giving Harper a hefty sum of money though to convince you you're sterile. and maybe even make it happen. at least you both will have that in common to bond over.
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ryzselo · 26 days
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Hiiii I’m drawing Rhysothy with fankids again
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Tim calls his younger son a tater tot. Even when he grows up tall af (197cm)
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Orange cats
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Did u know it is not recommended to hold your baby too often? Especially when they cry? They might get too used to it and boom, it’s a trap, they yell whenever not held. Rhys fell for this.
…idk where to put the rest of the sketches
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bihansthot · 3 months
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I wish I was good at mood boards, I would constantly be making girldad!Bi-Han ones. Or good husband Bi-Han mood boards, cause he might be a dick but I’m still convinced he’s a good husband/father. Have I mentioned Bi-Han wears tutus in addition to his tiara? He definitely does. He also has an entire hanfu collection just for tea party time, he’s never sure if his daughter wants him to be a princess like her or a prince/knight so he’s prepared either way. Usually Kuai Liang is the only one who doesn’t have to dress like a princess, he’s usually the royal sorcerer/magician, yes Bingbing has seen The Last Unicorn too many times just like her mother has and might be hung up on her uncle being Schmendrick the Magician.
Tea time is usually when lunch would be so usually Bi-Han doesn’t miss out on his Grandmaster duties, not that he would mind, his little girl comes first. It’s not an everyday occurrence, maybe once or twice a week, not that Bi-Han wouldn’t rearrange things to do it everyday if Bingbing asked but she’s knows her papa’s very busy so most of the time she plays with me and her brothers when they get home from school. Though her brothers are usually very busy with Lin Kuei training when they get home from school so Bingbing usually watches them and tries to mimic them, she’s almost old enough to start training herself.
I know I talk a lot about Bi-Han playing with Bingbing but that's not to say he didn't/doesn't play with his sons too. The boys love The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings so they'd often act out scenes with their Dad and Uncles. Kuai Liang had to be Smaug since they both breathe fire, Tomas is Bilbo, my twins are Fili and Kili and my youngest boy Shixue loves playing Gandalf leaving Bi-Han as Thorin. Nowadays though it's much more common for them all to play soccer together, all of my boys are on the school team. Bi-Han is not particularly great at soccer since he didn't have the luxury of playing it growing up, but he does his best and he's getting better with help from the boys.
TL:DR Bi-Han is a really good, hands on Father and I wanna make moodboards about it but I suck. lol
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thedoover-if · 6 months
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i'll just call myself the avoidance anon (lol) and yes, we're doing much better, thank you! I'm happy to say that, as a big FU to my (ex) dad, I am now earning three times his salary. haha
anyways, on the subject of kids, I have this scenario where my PC have always wanted to have a child (totally not me btw) but obviously that didn't happen bc of the cheating and divorce. in a game I played recently, the MC's mother had artifical insemination to have a baby. so what if our PC did that too (we better be making big bucks as a marriage councellor or i'll sue) a year or two after the divorce.
I hc my PC as someone who overworks to cope (if I can't see you, you can't see me) and kinda just... forgets to take care of themselves at some point. while spending a day-off on their favorite cafe, they happen to see a happy family walk by and after almost a week of thinking, they're on their way to get an IUI. a few months later, its confirmed that they're pregnant and affectionately call the bundle of joy, 'my miracle'. ('I lost myself but I found you, my tiny miracle')
on the night of the accident, PC asked the sweet old couple next door to babysit bc they're working late aaand... there goes the plot. at some point after the accident, the ex-spouse somehow meets the child and is curious about the father and (possibly) gets even more heartbroken realizing PC most likely went through a pregnancy alone; the morning sickness, pregnancy cravings, and the heightened emotions on top of the soreness.
ex-spouse: 'oh, what are you drawing?'
(c/n): 'ms. penny said to draw my family. this is me; I'm a prince/princess.'
ex-spouse: "oh, is this your mommy and daddy, then?"
(c/n): 'no, mommy is the fairy godmother. that's daddy and his princess.'
ex-spouse: 'your daddy and... his princess?'
(c/n): 'mmh! mommy said my real daddy left to look for his true love, and that they lived happily ever after.'
(the skit is purely for emotional damage LOLOLOL)
ex-spouse is left to be a silent observer as he watches PC put the child to sleep by singing them a lullaby (think 'never grow up' by ts) and watch them be the mother they always wanted to be, except, the spot next to them was empty (different from his imagination) and the warm, loving gaze PC used to give him was now directed at someone else.
for extra angst, i'd like to imagine the ex-spouse's parents being aware that PC had a baby and sends birthday and holiday gifts for the little one. they were even there for the baby's birth. when the ex later called his parents to ask why they didn't say anything to him about the baby, they simply said 'it was none of his business'. of course, the parents would notice PC overworking themselves, but months later, they saw small, positive change with the PC, and when they opened up they were, in fact, pregnant, they didn't want their kid to ruin the happiness PC found (again)
at this point, it just became a mini-au of an au. I'M JSUT SO EXCITED FOR THIS IF JSJAKPQXNWO
hi again! aw that makes me really happy to hear and YESSS CONGRATS TO YOU!!!
uhm...this skit😭😭 emotional damage achieved anon😭 also i love never grow up!! well this story broke my heart WHYY. reading this makes me so glad i didnt add any kids into this horrible mix LOL. and by the end of the book itll just be up in the air what happens with MC and their partner, so you guys can just create whatever scenarios you want haha
and thank you for the excitment!!💗 sorry its taking so long, coding is such a drag (im really slow haha) but it hopefully shouldnt be too long anymore!!
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yanderegremlin · 2 years
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Babysitter - Yandere Todoroki’s
warnings: fluff, Family dynamic, the reader is 15 at the start but obviously ages of the story progresses, hint yandere but more yandere moments later on,  just some thoughts that I have had at 2 am. 
Imagine you and Rei are cousins, you two weren’t the closest but you still went to her wedding where you met her now-husband Enji. Enji was stand-offish, you figured it was because of his hero reputation or that is just how he was.
Shortly after they had little Toya then later that year they had Fuyumi, to say Rei needed help with the two was an understatement so your parents lovingly volunteered you to help with the babies. You didn’t mind too much, you just wished they asked you first but oh well it’s no big deal this time, what is the worst that could happen?
Quirks, the day they got their quirks was the day you lost any peace you have known. Naturally, Toya being the oldest got his quirk first, and naturally, he would want to use said power, right? Well, Toya used it alright, used his very dangerous and harmful fire quirks against you to get what he wants, whether he hurt someone else or himself it didn’t matter to him.
Fuyumi was better but she was no saint, she use her ice powers against you just as much. She also was more inclined to negotiate with you to get what she wanted. The only time she really used her ice on you is to freeze your feet to the ground under you or your hands to the countertops.
Thank the stars above you have a temperature-resistant quirt that allows you to be fire and freeze-proof so you won't be loseing any limbs here. The only time you really hate dealing with them is when they double-team you. Like that one time, Rei had to go shopping and left you alone with the mischievous two and a baby Natsuo, who was peacefully napping in his crib in the other room.
Your first red flag was that both Toya and Fuyumi were quiet, too quiet like they were up to something. Calling out to them did nothing but make the house quieter if that was even possible. You walked around for a bit to try and find them. Find you did, in the kitchen, climbing to the top of the cabers in search of the cookie jar. You of course not wanting them to get hurt helped them down, but Toya being the stubborn mule he is was still looking for that dang cookie jar.
Things weren’t all bad, everyone had there good moments from time to time. Like that one time they how stressed out you were because of finals so they decided to go out to their mother's flower garden and pick you all sorts of flowers and brought you all sorts of other critters to and cheer you up. Well Fuyumi brought you flowers, her brother on the other hand brought you cool looking bugs and frogs to show you.
Long story short Rei had to lecture her children while you clean up their mess that they made. Looking back at those memories always made you smile and sad, for those were the times you miss the most, missed the days where things were not the best but you could be happy, they could be happy. days before the accident.
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solomons-poison · 3 months
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I keep thinking of Silvio with his first kid, I feel like he'd end up with either all boys or at least majority boys. But generally thinking how soft he becomes for multiple reasons.
His family life was shit, one parent that manipulated him and the other that openly hated him. No luck with his siblings either, for multiple reasons. He grew up expecting people to only ever want something, specifically money, from him, and it skewed his view on relationships and family so much.
But now, now he has you.
Someone who was so ridiculously honest and and kind-hearted and sassy and stubborn that he had no choice but to fall in love with you. Someone that didn't just want him for his fortune or for special favors, but saw through his difficult sides and defensive nature and need to solve all things with money and accepted him anyway (even if it involved some fighting and arguments along the way).
He never could have predicted having a loving family, someone that treats him like an actual human being and not just a get-rich-quick scheme personified, being willing to touch someone with vulnerability and opening his heart to them. Honestly, part of him expected his work might kill him one day; before you, it probably would have been a blessing to die on the seas with his crew, away from the troubles of his kingdom and the hatred of his family. That, or maybe his thirst would finally consume him, the expensive wines he invested in finally taking him in the end.
It was a selfish thought, because he cared for his kingdom and worked hard to make it strong, that was his responsibility as prince. But sometimes, if he let himself think too long on it, it became too much for him. As much as he spouted that money was all that mattered, his heart still felt differently, and it was killing him inside. But meeting you saved him, in more ways than one.
Bringing you home to Benitoite, introducing you to the nation and the king and queen, getting married, it was all so unreal and like a fantasy. Sometimes Silvio was convinced he was just dreaming a drunken dream, and he'd have to slap himself or pinch himself to make sure it was reality. You did your best to assure him you really were there with him, your love and your warmth was real, but you couldn't blame him for how he felt knowing just a fraction of what he'd been through.
That dream-like feeling continued even as you eventually told him you were expecting, as he watched over the months as your belly grew and felt the small kicks of life. Of course he was happy, but he was terrified, too. Terrified that the only good thing in his life would be ripped away, like so much else, that someone or something would take the last bit of light from him and he'd go back to the half-alive existence he had before. He focused his anxieties into protecting you, staying by your side and holding you close. But sometimes the only things keeping him sane were your touches and your reassurances, reminding him you were always with him, that not even the strongest forces of nature could take you away from him. And he'd melt into your kiss, engraving the feel of your lips and your warmth into his heart so he'd never forget.
Things only stopped feeling like a dream when, after hours of labor and frantic pacing, he was finally holding his son, the newest prince of Benitoite and newest addition to the royal family. Just holding that wrapped, wriggling bundle in his arms, sharp wails of tiny lungs piercing his eardrums, finally cinched it all together. He wasn't adrift anymore, he wasn't ready to die with his boat or from excess drink. He had you, your unwavering love and resilience and wit, and this new life that you'd gifted him, that you'd made together. And he'd be damned if anything was going to take that away from him.
Having a family is foreign to him, a loving partner and a child that seeks him out (he will always think of the first time he heard "da da" and thought his heart would explode). Sometimes many times he worries that he'll do something to fuck it up, that he might act like his father or that you'll come to your senses and leave him for someone better. It takes a lot for him to unlearn these feelings, to work past these anxieties, because he wants to be the best he can be for you and his growing family. But he gets there, trusting in you and in himself that you two have got this, that it'll take more than an army to separate you from the people he cares about.
On occasion, he still thinks about if this is an elaborate dream, although the thought is more one in passing than a legitimate worry these days. But if this is a dream, it's one he never wants to wake up from.
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