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"Duncan!!" With cheer in her step and a bright smile Tomoe approached her coworker, in her hands a container full of inari sushi. She'd made extra with him in mind. "This is for you."
If any of their other coworkers would have been present, theyâd have looked at the scenery like it was the landing of an UFO, or something of the kind, unexpected and right down bizarre.
Or a bomb about to explode. Duncan definitely didnât have the reputation of being anything even remotely close to friendly, and that was putting it lightly.
But of course no one knew about the stock room incident.
His face expressing all the tiredness and blasĂ© of the world, Duncan slooooowly looked at her face and wide smile, his eyes screaming âseriously ?â then slowly shifted down to the container.
He should have just not answered, or dismissed her and the food, but-
Sushis. Homemade sushis.
They werenât fish sushis, which were his favorite, but he liked sushis in general. And he wasnât so full of money that he could ignore free food. Though if Tomoe had given them out of pity, his pride would have refused them, but here it didnât seem the case, soâŠ
â...Thanks.â
Duncan grumbled, the picture of grumpiness itself, as he took the container with a gentleness that was counterbalancing his tone.
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Hello!!! Love that youâre taking requests now đ«¶đœ would you write a domestic!miguel fic? Like showing the chaotic but fluffy dysfunction of the OâHara household. Miguel and the reader already have two kids, maybe reader is pregnant with the third (if youâre comfortable with writing that)
I just really need some fluff in my life lol đ
[Five Peas In A Pod]
lab taster: @scorpihoooe đ©»
pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Pregnant!Reader
summary: No family's life is exactly perfect, but it doesn't make them any less beautiful.
content warning: lots and lots of fluff, mentions of vomit, mentions of pregnancy and pregnancy cravings, mentions of food, could possibly be suggestive? but not enough to warrant a huge warning, a lot of crying but I promise it's not sad
word count: 4.3k, not proofread
a/n: I apologize for this being so late! But I'm really happy with how it turned out, so I hope you enjoy it as well!
âFinally.â
Miguel slid under the covers, grunting as he inched towards your back. His breath was warm on your head as he positioned one arm under one of your pillows and another around your waist.
âHow are we feeling?â he kissed your scalp and rubbed down your stomach.
âNot too great, sheâs been kicking for the past forty minutes.â
âThatâs no good,â Miguel shifted to place his mouth on your shoulder. âWhatâs wrong, mija? Did you miss me?â
Your baby girl brought her feet to where Miguel held his hand, tapping away like there was there was no tomorrow. Miguel chuckled and wrote a pattern into your skin with his thumb.
âIâm glad you two are having a lovely reunion, but Iâd like to go to sleep.â
Miguel kissed up your shoulder and neck as you sighed.
âHear that Gabi? Can you calm down until tomorrow? Mama needs to sleep so you can keep growing. We can talk in the morning.â
Like magic, Gabriellaâs little feet slowed to a halt.
âShe hasnât even seen you yet and sheâs already a daddyâs girl,â you weave your fingers through his over your stomach. âWhatâs next? Sheâll look like you too?â
âMm,â Miguel placed his lips behind your ear. âI hope she looks like you. Sheâll be the most beautiful in the world.â
You smiled, âYeah?â
âOf course.â
Miguel took his hands down your body and massaged your hip and lower back. You groaned and melted into your pillow, arching your body into Miguelâs hold. With his ministrations and your daughter giving you a break, you start to fade into dreamland.
You could almost visualize your next craving you were going to make tomorrow. A big bowl of mashed potatoes with chunks of pickles, bacon, and caramel drizzle. Maybe some sprinkles too.
The door of the bedroom creaked, Miguel looking over his shoulder.
âDaddy? Mommy? I threw up.â
Miguelâs hands paused and he heaved a heavy sigh.
There was a dip in the bed and a shuffle of slides across the floor.
âIs your stomach still feeling funny, bub?â
You turned your body to watch Miguel bend down and check your second oldest for soiled clothes. Daniel shook his head and tucked his chin into his chest, eyes welling up with tears.
âHey, hey, whatâs the matter?â
âIâm sorry,â his voice was shaking. âI didnât mean to.â
You got up on the edge of the bed and walked around to the other side. You sat on your knees next to Miguel and pressed the back of your hand to Danielâs forehead. He wasnât burning up, but he was trembling.
âWe know you didnât mean to, honey. Sometimes, we just get sick. Itâs ok!â
âYeah, buddy. PapĂĄ gets sick all of the time.â
âReally?â Daniel looked to Miguel with big doe eyes, a baby picture of Miguel brought to life.
âAbsolutely.â
âAnd Mama has to nurse him back to health-â
âOk! Here,â Miguel tugged at the sleeves of his shirt while you laugh. âLetâs clean you up and get you some medicine. It was probably really scary, huh?â
Daniel nodded his head as Miguel helped him take off his pajama pants.
âCâmon. Letâs take a quick bubble bath. How does that sound? No need to be sad,â you gave Daniel a hug and kissed his cheek.
âIâll get the sheets and clothes in the washing machine and join you.â Miguel said as he helped you up. So much for cuddles before bed.
Miguel was quick to scope Danielâs room. Any smell of tonightâs stir fry mixed with the chocolate milk from lunch and your waves of morning sickness might come back. He was quick to transfer the sheets to the washing machine and spray the room down with disinfectant. Luckily, the damage wasnât drastic, so a quick change of sheets and a mop to the floor was all that was needed.
By the time he got to the bathroom, Daniel was wrapped up in a green dinosaur hoodie towel with a smile on his face as you blew raspberries into his cheek.
Miguel gasped, âAre you two having a party without me?â
Daniel folded his hands under his chin and nodded meekly, face rosy.
âNonsense!â Miguel swept him up in his arms. âThereâs no party without PapĂĄ, no?â
The hall filled with giggles as Miguel airplaned Daniel back to his room. The chatter amongst them filled the noise as Miguel reassured Daniel that he and mommy would only be a room away if was feeling sick again.
He ran lotion over his body and placed him in paw print pajamas. He wrapped him tight in the covers and shifted the star night light on the nightstand. With a whisper of goodnight, Miguel inched his way to the door.
However, the crumbling face of the five year old as Miguel looked through the crack tugged at his heart. He opened the door, swept Daniel up, and trudged back to his own bedroom.
Walking into the room, you were laying down with the opposite side of the duvet flipped up and an extra pillow in between yours and his.
Your face was knowing, a shake in your shoulders as you watched Miguel rock a clingy baby in his arms to the bed.
âJoining mommy and daddy, Daniel?â
âUh huh,â he crawls to the middle and pulls the covers up. You lay a hand on his tummy over the duvet as Miguel slips in with a deep sigh.
He turns and places his hand over yours, the two of you acting as a shield. âI love youâsâ and âgood nightsâ are exchanged and a kiss between the two of you is shared before Daniel whines about wanting a kiss too. Both of you laugh and kiss him on his cheeks as he settled into his pillow.
You rub his chest lightly, something that put him to sleep easily as a baby.
His eyes start to close, almost gone to the world, before he jerks back up, startling Miguel whose eyes were just as heavy.
âPapĂĄ, can you sing the night-night song?â Daniel pleads.
A soft breath escapes your nose as you watch Miguel blink his eyes open and comply.
âBut you have to go to sleep after this, bub.â
Daniel promises to do so as Miguel starts up a lullaby about a baby that wants to sleep but canât.
It works on you too, the low drum of his voice holding you in his arms as you held your baby in yours.
Gabriella moved, and as softly as you can, you take his hand to your stomach. With this, she taps softly to his palm.
Miguel smiles sleepily as he watches you take a little breath, the rise and fall of your chest showing that you were in a deep sleep.
He only stops singing when heâs sure all three of you are asleep.
âJaime, Iâve asked you five times to get up already. Get it together.â
There was only one more hour left before everyone needed to be out of the house or else youâd be late to your appointment.
The lump in the bed only moves a bit before itâs still again.
âJaime, please. I donât want to have to pull you out of the bed.â
Today was already starting out all over the place. You woke up sweaty and achy, the heat radiating from your furnace of a husband and your snuggly son was too much. Your ankles felt a little more swollen than usual, and you wanted chewy spicy rice cakes with extra cheese, but the heartburn wouldnât be worth it.
You sighed as your eldest stayed put. A soft pat to the bed only earned a whine and a wiggle from him.
Looking towards the growing footsteps at the door, your husband was frantic and glaring at his watch as if it cursed him.
âWhatâs the holdup? We need to be in the car soon and Daniel has to be at school early for a field trip.â
You held your hand out to the bed, face defeated.
âSon.â
Jaime shot up with a wobble to his lips and a scrunch to his face at the tone of Miguelâs voice.
You folded your arms, half concerned, half offended.
âI know you hear your mother asking you to get up.â
âBut-â
âJaime OâHara.â
The tears start to fall as he shuffles out of bed and goes to the bathroom, his cries pitiful and broken.
He swings the door like heâs about to slam it only to close it softly at the end, the sound of his voice carrying through then hallway.
âWas I too hard on him?â Miguelâs shoulders drop.
âNo? I donât think so. But I think thereâs something heâs not telling us.â
âIs there something going on at school? Did we miss an important date?â
The two of you stare at each other as Jaime continues to sob in the bathroom.
âThereâs no award ceremonies. He hasnât said anything strange about his classmates. His birthday isnât until the end of the year. He does have his game coming up.â
Miguel gasps and runs his had through his hair, âHeâs been worrying about his 3-pointers nonstop. Heâs probably nervous about it.â
He puts his face in his hand and mumbles through his fingers.
âHow could I forget?â
You pat his shoulder, âDonât worry about that right now. Whatâs important is that we talk to him. Check up on him, calm him down, explain things to him, and encourage him. Right?â
âAbsolutely,â Miguel kisses your temple. âYouâre so good at this.â
A snicker follows his statement, âAnd so are you. Now, can you go stop his crying while I make sure Daniel hasnât made a mess in the kitchen? Heâs too quiet.â
Miguelâs eyebrows shot up again as he realized he left the kindergartner to his own devices. The last time he did that, he walked onto a floor covered in flour and dusty, giggly baby.
âSmart idea.â
âMm hm.â
Miguel turns and heads towards the bathroom, giving it two knocks before asking to come in.
Jaime takes a deep breath and pushes out a yes.
Miguel opens the door to him crying in the mirror while he puts up his toothbrush. If it were anyone elseâs child or baby brother, it could have been funny and dramatic, but Miguel sees himself in the way his entire chest jumps when he breathes in.
He hopes Jaime always feels that home is a safe place to cry and yell, something his own parents never offered him.
âDo you want to tell me whatâs wrong?â
He left his frustration with the frantic morning at the doorway and stepped inside. With one hand on the counter and another arm resting on his thigh, he squatted down to Jaimeâs level.
His son rubbed his eyes from the inside of his elbow to his arm, âI kept messing up.â
âMessing up what? Your shots?â
Jaime nodded his head, curly hair bouncing along with it.
âAt practice, Coach made us do Around-the-worlds and the further from the goal, the more I kept missing. But the game is soon, and I canât mess up at the game.â
His voice reached its highest point and he bit his lip in order not to cry again.
âOye, estĂĄ bien. Thatâs just practice, mijo. The game isnât until a few more days. Thereâs plenty of time for us to get to a court and do some more drills. I know it feels like a lot right now, but we can always work to be better. Understood?â
Jaime nodded his head.
âCan you look at me?â
Jaime pouted as he turned to Miguel.
âI apologize for not giving you the space to explain yourself this morning. I was rushing and I didnât take the time to check on you. For that, PapĂĄâs sorry. Lo siento, mijo.â
With a calmer demeanor, Jaime forgives him. No whines and no hesitation.
âStill, when youâre feeling like this, you need to communicate, ok? MamĂĄ was there and you could have told her that you were worried. You could have even called for me and I would have come running.â
âI didnât mean to hurt MamĂĄ.â
Miguel bit the inside of his lip in order to not coo, âI know you didnât. Would you like to apologize to her like I did to you?â
Jaime collided with Miguelâs chest and wrapped his arms around his neck. He could feel the movement of his head nodding.
âOk, buddy. Letâs go find her after we get your uniform on.â
Jaime wasnât budging from his spot so Miguel let him cling off his neck as he got up. One day his eldest might not want to do things like this again, so for now heâll cherish it.
One blazer, some knaki shorts, and a button down later, Jaime was all ready for school.
âAnd what do we say when weâre feeling down about ourselves?â Miguel asked as he tucked in the end of Jaimeâs belt.
âNothing can stop me from the path I want to take, not even my doubts.â
âAnd?â
âOâHaraâs may make mistakes, but OâHaraâs bounce back. OâHaraâs succeed.â
âÂĄExactamente!â Miguel patted his back.
âÂżPapĂĄ?â
âÂżSĂ, mijo?â
Jaime held his hands up, silently pleading with Miguel.
With an easy tug, his son was in his arms. As tall as he was getting, he was still Miguelâs baby.
In the kitchen, you were leaning over the island as you listened intensely to Daniel talk about types of dinosaurs. You looked up to your son in your husbandâs arms and you knew they had a good talk.
Miguel strode up to you and looked at Jaime expectantly.
âI,â he picked at his uniform tie. âIâm sorry for not listening to you this morning MamĂĄ. I was sad but that- that doesnât mean I was supposed to ignore you.â
Your eyes started to water, âI forgive you, Jaime. Iâm glad you were able to figure out what was wrong. Can I give you a kiss?â
âYes, please.â
With that, you kiss his cheek and place a hand on his head.
âPapĂĄ, pick me up too!â Daniel huffs out.
Miguel complies, holding him in his other arm like nothing. You giggle at the three of them, all very similar in some way. Their skin, their hair, their smiles. Your precious, precious boys.
A sharp kick to your stomach causes you to suck in through your teeth.
âWhatâs wrong? Are you hurt?â Miguel asks with a pinch in his brow.
âNo, I just think a certain someone wants your attention, too.â
You gently press your stomach to your husbandâs, hoping that he could feel Gabriellaâs tap dance performance.
âSheâs going crazy in there,â you mumble.
Miguel can kind of feel her little feet through his shirt, but really, he was staring at you.
Even as you frowned at your stomach, you were still so beautiful. Your skin was glowing, you were giving him more smiles than ever, and the pregnancy was treating your body right in his eyes.
âMĂrame.â
You peer up at him and itâs like a halo appears above your head. Heâs quick to slot his lips against yours and hold it, the feeling of warmth settling into his bones.
âEugh,â Jaime scrunches his face up in disgust.
You pull back and shake your head with a heated face, brought back to reality. Daniel is giggling behind his hands.
Miguel turned to Jaime and bombarded his face with kisses to, leading the 9-year-old to scream bloody murder. You joined Miguel on his attack, not stopping until Jaime waved his white flag.
The two of you looked at each other and then at Daniel simultaneously who squeaked when he saw you grin. Laughter filled the kitchen as the three of you gave Daniel some love.
Mornings were for chaos, but they also brought you together.
By the time Miguel was walking to the car with his kids, it was far past his estimated time.
He turned and looked at you still standing by the kitchen counter.
âBaby, câmon.â
âBut,â you pause, smile growing on your face. âThe baby wants to be carried, too.â
You think heâs about to brush the comment off with a sigh but he gives a âOne secâ and disappears into the garage with the kids.
You go to gather your purse and your water, checking that all of the lights and appliances are turned off.
âOk,â Miguel rushes back in and claps his hands, âvamos.â
Three blinks at his wrestler stance and it clicks. You walk to him and your feet leave the ground.
âYouâre so silly,â
âJust in love, mi amor.â
The gel was still as cold as ever, you could never really get used to it.
Looking to Miguel, you could see that he could never get used to sitting next to you in these rooms either. His grip on your hand was tight and solid.
The obstetrician slid the transducer on your lower stomach, her eyes sliding over the screen.
Gabriellaâs little heartbeat bounced through the room, fast and strong.
Miguelâs grip on your hand loosened as he smiled at the screen.
âBaby girl is looking good,â the doctor says. âEverything is in place and sheâs growing perfectly. You both should be proud.â
She paused and looked at you both, specifically at Miguel, âI would be worried about how she big sheâs getting at this stage, but I can see why. How tall are you?â
âUh, 6â9.â
A whistle passes her lips, âGodspeed, Mama. Youâll need it for the next several months.â
âTwo boys and my only girl is going to give me a run for my money,â you mumble.
Jaime and Daniel were so tiny when they came out, both of them barely showing at five months. Gabriella is close to being almost twice their size at this rate, and the soreness all over your body was showing it.
At least your husband made time to make you feel good in more ways than one.
âIs there anything that she should look out for? Other than the obvious?â Miguel asks, always the worrier.
âNo, I think you guys are good to go. Iâll get you some pictures of the baby and get you checked out. Just keep taking your vitamins, get plenty of water, get those feet up, and stretch as much as you can while you still feel like it. The least stress you have, the better.â
Your stomach is wiped clean and in no time, youâre back in the car trying to decide what to get for lunch.
âI feel like I should have asked more questions,â Miguelâs fingers tapped on the wheel.
âIâm sure youâll have more that you can call her for later, baby. Right now, I want a milkshake.â
âYou need some nourishing food, too.â
âIs that what you want Gabriella?â you ask your stomach. No taps, no spins, no twirls. âWhat about a milkshake? Chocolate oreo? Extra whip cream?â Gabriella thumps three times.
âMy girl is already so smart,â you say to Miguel who scowls.
âAlready so spoiled.â
âYou love it, though.â
âMm.â
Miguel swore he would never be like those fathers that only connected to their children through their own expectations of them, and to be fair, he was the complete opposite.
Though seeing him stand at the bottom of the bleachers with a baseball cap, folded arms, and a stern face gave the impression that he was that type of dad.
âÂĄAy, eso es faulta!â
âBabe. Maybe letâs let the coach and the referee do their jobs.â
âThey donât know what theyâre doing. That was clearly a foul and my son should be holding the ball right now.â
You sighed and continued to chew on your nachos with Daniel who was just happy to be out of the house later than usual. Miguel was about to burn a hole in the gymnasium floor with how stiff he was standing.
Behind him was a family that couldnât see, leaning around him.
âMiguel, honey, please sit down so everyone can see.â
He sits and folds his hands under his chin. His muscles bulge through his jacket as his legs bounce.
You place a hand on his leg and put a water bottle to his lips. He takes a few sips and focuses back on the game.
âLetâs go, Jaime! Make it count!â
Heâs back on his feet again as Jaime gets ready to shoot some free-throws.
Jaime looks at Miguel, a hint of fear in his eyes. Miguel brings his hands up and pushes them down, motioning a deep breath.
âYou got this, mijo. Just like we practiced.â
Your son dribbles once, twice, and takes the shot.
The basketball flies through the air and brushes the rim of the basket. It spins and the gym goes quiet. You donât realize your holding your breath until it comes back when the people behind you stomp on the bleachers.
Jaime looks to Miguel with the brightest face he could muster. Miguel almost springs through the ceiling with how high he jumps.
âThatâs my son,â he claps his hands like thunder, chest puffing up. âThatâs my son!â
The game continues with Miguel milliseconds from fighting with the official, Jaime looking to Miguel for encouragement, and you smacking the back of his thighs whenever he was standing too much.
When Jaime made the final basket, you were scared Miguel might do a backflip.
Jaime ran to him and jumped in his arms, Miguel spinning him around and laughing with glee.
âI did it, daddy! I did it!â
âÂĄEres increĂble, mijo! Iâm so proud of you.â
âDid you see me, mommy?â
âI did! I couldnât take my eyes off of you!â
Daniel jumps up and down, âYou made the ball go whoosh! And, and, and when it went in everybody screamed!â
Jaime and his brother played together as the gym started to empty out.
âWhat do you say we celebrate with some pizza?â you ask Miguel as you watch Jaime help Daniel dribble.
âI think thatâs an excellent idea.â
âAnd what do you say to carton of cotton candy ice cream after the kids go to bed? Maybe even a soak in the bath?â
Miguel looked to you as you blinked your eyes at him. You slid your hands down his arm and tilted your head.
âYou want vanilla wafers too?â
You nod.
âAnd strawberry syrup?â
âYouâre such a good husband.â
You pull him down to kiss him, heart soaring.
âMamĂĄ! Look what I can do!â
âNo, Daniel! Donât jump off that!â
âIf I hear that raccoon sing that song one more time, Iâm going to lose it,â Miguel bit into a slice of pizza.
You reached across the table to wipe some ranch off of his lips and lick it away.
âI like the song! Heâs a little off-key, though.â
Miguel had a grimace on his face, the energy from the building overwhelming. Or perhaps it was Daniel clinging tight to his side whenever the mascot came close to their table.
A couple of kids ran by, running towards the line for laser tag.
You listened to them go over strategies, all very serious coming from them.
âGod, I canât believe heâll be 10 soon. I donât know what Iâm going to do.â
You poke the straw of your cup in and out, pout on your face. It felt like just yesterday you and Miguel were setting up his nursery.
âI remember him grabbing my finger at the hospital. So strong for someone who couldnât eat solids yet.â
âNow heâs running around and blooming into this perfect little boy,â you sigh, watching him catapult into a ballpit. You should definitely make him take some vitamins later, just to be sure.
âAnd this little boy is the sweetest,â Miguel kissed the top of Danielâs head, who seemed to be pre-occupied with a coloring book you packed.
âAnd once our little girl is in our arms, itâll be so special,â you say. âSheâs already making an impact.â
âIâm already crazy about her,â Miguel grins.
âAnd Iâm ready for her to come out,â you snicker. âI have a feeling that whatever sheâll do will involve these rapid fire feet.â
âI need to get some new running shoes then,â Miguel replies in all seriousness. Daniel interrupted him with a drawing of a T-rex.
âWhen she gets here,â Miguel comments in between his praise for Danielâs skill, âhow do you want to celebrate afterwards?â
âI donât need anything. Just maybe a plate of food I couldnât eat and a comfy bed.â
âMamĂ , câmon,â Miguel held your hand across the table. âThat can be arranged easily. I mean something especially for you for doing something so amazing. It can be anything. Iâll make it happen.â
Your heart sped up, a bit giddy.
âWell the last time we took a trip to an island and,â you panned to Daniel, âwe both know how that ended. Maybe the mountains?â
âWe can do the mountains. Or just you and your friends if you want.â
Miguel thought about you all bundled up and cozy, enjoying s'mores and wine in a sweater and a blanket. Peak cuddling form.
âThat would be very nice. Thank you, Miggy.â
âOf course. Now what do you say to a friendly game of arcade racing?â
âThereâs nothing friendly about leaving you in the dust.â
Miguel scoffed and slid Daniel into his arms.
âItâs on.â
As always, if you enjoyed, please like, reblog, and COMMENT! This was very sweet to write!!
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Finally Home Wolverine x mutant! Reader
Prompt: âIâve spent forever thinking about what Iâd say to you when I saw you again. Now that youâre here in front of me, I canât seem to find the words.â
VIP: Logan Howlett aka Wolverine (Played by Hugh Jackman)
Universe: X-Men (Originally Fox), Marvel
Summary: Wade was a man of his word, and managed to get Logan back to his universe, right into the arms of someone he hasn't seen in ten years.
Warnings: This is a different ending from Deadpool and Wolverine. Minor spoilers for the plot. Reader is basically a modern-day avatar (The last air bender universe, not the Jake Sully blue folks lol) since all the good powers are already taken haha. Also, The Last Stand doesn't exist in this universe because I refuse to acknowledge the pain I had watching that movie.
A/N
Holy cow I took my boyfriend to see Deadpool and Wolverine, and we loved it! Originally, there were a couple of stories for these two individually that I had in my WIPS, but I just needed to get a couple of stories out while the movie was still fresh in my mind. The ending might be a little out of character for Wade and Logan, but I had no idea how to end it, so it is what it is. Once again, minor spoilers ahead for the film. I'll have another one out soon for you all.
Enjoy!
Logan was never one to be straightforward with his emotions. Nobody knew what he was thinking, or how he felt about anything. The only thing he managed to convey was anger and rage. Not now though. The party at Wade's apartment was in full swing, and everybody was having a good time knowing their existence wasn't on the verge of collapsing.
Almost everyone, anyway.
Logan sat on the couch and watched Wade interact with his friends, his newfound family, and that damn dog. He watched as they all smiled and joked with each other, passing food and drinks about. It was a domestic life that he hadn't quite learned to adapt. He almost did though, with you. Logan pulls a photo out of his jeans and a melancholy look spreads across his face as he looks at it.
"That's not fair, you can teleport!" Brushing what was left of the water balloon off your clothes, Kurt shrugs his shoulders. "You'll just have to be faster and catch me!" You quickly aim before he disappears again, leaving you without a target.
It was a sunny day, thanks to Storm, and Charles decided to give the students a break. With so much going on in the last few months, everyone was exhausted. He thought it would be a good idea to set up a pool and let everyone relax. Most of them were just kids after all, and they were pushed so much harder than they needed to be for the sake of a world that won't always accept them. They yearned for a day to be themselves, to be kids, and today, was that day.
Everybody was outside either in or by the pool. Students were chasing each other with water balloons and water guns. Others were taking turns jumping into the pool, or playing water polo, or volleyball. There was a barbeque off to the side when the kids got hungry, and of course, alcohol for the adults. The sun was out, and it gave a warm contrast to the nippy water of the pool. The X-Men team, the adults anyway, were sitting in lounge chairs or standing around, making sure the kids were being careful and not hurting themselves. Storm was even walking around and taking pictures of everyone having fun, mentioning she wanted to get them developed and put in a scrapbook. A memento of when life was easier and calm.
Then there was Logan. Off to the side drinking a beer, watching everyone have a good time. He wasn't much for the domestic life, as he didn't make a habit of getting close to people. But, these were his people, and he was thankful to find a community that accepted him as he was, even if he would never say it out loud. He watched all the kids run around, but his eyes always found their way back to you. You looked happy and relaxed, even when chasing Bobby or Colossus around with water in your hands. This was a huge contrast from how you looked during the missions you went on. It was a good look for you.
Logan was pulled from his thoughts when a sudden burst of cold hit his chest. Looking down, he noticed his once-dry black shirt was sticking to his body, water dripping from it. All the kids gasped and stopped their movements. Charles looked at his friend, a slightly amused look on his face. He looked around, trying to figure out who had just signed their death wish before his eyes once again landed on you. Standing next to the pool, you looked around, pretending like you didn't just water bend to hit him from across the yard. Logan did something that confused everyone. He simply grunted, wiping off his shirt before taking another drink of his beer. Everyone relaxed and continued to have fun, although slightly surprised at the lack of reaction from the stoic man.
You had stopped the antics and started talking with Scott, asking him how things had been with him and Jean. The last mission put a bit of a strain on their relationship. Your back was to Logan, so you didn't see when he put down his beer and started to creep up towards you. Scott noticed when he finally made his way behind you but decided not to say anything. After finishing his sentence, Scott quickly excused himself and stepped away. That was when Logan decided to grab you from behind.
You screamed from suddenly getting picked up and tried to reason with the man as he walked towards the pool. "Logan, come on, let's talk about this for a second. You don't have to do this. I'm sorry, please just put me down!" Unfortunately, your pleas fell on deaf ears, and the others sat there laughing as Logan hurled you into the pool. The kids all yelled in excitement. They'd been trying to get you in the water for hours. Had they known it was that easy, they would've splashed Logan themselves earlier. When you finally came up for air, everybody was laughing, and you even heard a couple of shutter clicks from Storm's camera.
Logan just stood there with an amused smirk on his face. You fake pouted before he came over to the edge of the pool with his hand out. "You shouldn't have splashed me." With a huff, you go over to meet him at the edge. "You don't sound too sorry about it." He pulled his hand away and shrugged his shoulders. "Alright, I won't help you out." "Okay, okay. I accept your apology. Would you be so kind as to help me out of the pool?" He reached his hand back out, and you happily took it, only to shock him by pulling the man with all your strength into the pool with you. This got everyone laughing. Scott laughed so hard he fell to his knees. Logan finally came up for air, his poor shirt clinging to his body for dear life, and wrapped his arms around you to keep you from getting out.
He was smiling.
He didn't smile often, and it always warmed your heart to see those pearly whites. Storm ran up and managed to get a couple of photos of the two of you before running off again. "I think that makes us even." You shake your head. "Not even close, however, I don't want the entire school to think you aren't the brooding mysterious man that you waltz around as.â Leaning close to his ear you whisper so the kids can't hear. "So, if you want, you can make it up to me tonight." Logan stays frozen in place, his eyes following you out of the pool to look for a towel.
Storm had the photos developed later that night and slipped a couple under Logan's door with a note. "Don't worry, I didn't put these in the scrapbook. I think the fourth will be your favorite." - Storm
Logan's eyes welled with tears as he held the photo. She was right, the fourth photo was his favorite one. The two of you were soaking wet in the pool with your arms around each other, smiling towards the camera. The picture got crumpled over time, always in his pocket or folded out of reach, but he kept it.
He missed you.
Dear god, he missed you.
Your body was never found when the mansion was raided. He always assumed you were taken and experimented on. He would've rather you be killed instead of kept alive and tortured for who knows how long. After looking for you for what felt like forever, he finally gave up, assuming you were dead. The crumpled-up picture was the only thing he had to remember your smile, your laugh, you.
Logan blinked the tears away when Wade approached. "Hey there peanut. You got a second?" A grunt left Logan's lips. "What do you want?" The self-proclaimed marvel Jesus took his hand and pulled him towards the door. "I got a surprise for you, I think you'll like it. Don't worry about the party, we'll be quick." As the two men walk out the door, Wade pulls a TempPad out of his pocket, and Logan starts to protest. "I'm not about to do more universe jumping with you. Once was enough." Wade nods. "I understand, but I think you might change your mind once you find out where we're going." Before Logan can say anything else, he is pulled through a portal into a hallway that looks like a carbon copy of the one he was previously in. "I swear if I have to listen to another one of you assholes I'm going to kill you both." Wade shrugs the comment off. "It's not another me." He gets serious for a moment.
"I know I lied to you about being able to fix your universe, and I'm sorry. However, I did jump around and find someone that you've been missing for ten years." Wade knocks on the door and then steps back. It opens a few seconds later.
"Logan?"
You stood there, shock and disbelief on your face. Without a second thought, both your feet move until you collapse in each other's arms. A sigh of relief leaves the broken man's mouth as the war in his mind begins to subside. "It's me bub. It's me." Tears spill down your face as you hug the man who you haven't seen in years. The two of you finally pull away, and Logan turns to Wade. "How did you do this? I thought they were dead." The merc shakes his head no. "Took a while to track them down. I almost thought they were dead, luckily I was wrong."
A portal appears behind Wade as he reaches out to hand Logan the TempPad. "I couldn't fix your past, but I at least wanted to give you a familiar future. Don't expect you to, but come visit anytime. My door is always open. We'll miss having you around." Logan took the device from Wade's hands. He starts to walk through the portal before Logan calls him. Turning around, Wade sees tears in the older man's eyes. "Thank you." He nods, before walking through the portal, and everyone in his apartment smiles and waves goodbye, before it closes.
Logan puts the device in his pocket, before looking at his lost love. He reaches his hand out and touches your face, afraid that this is some sick illusion and you'll be ripped away from him. âIâve spent forever thinking about what Iâd say to you when I saw you again. Now that youâre here in front of me, I canât seem to find the words.â You smile and take his hand in yours. "Well, luckily for us, we have the rest of our lives for you to figure it out." You begin to walk back into your apartment, Logan's hand in yours. He thought about visiting Wade again when the time was right, but right now, he had a life with you to catch up on.
He was finally home.
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How he shows he loves you
Summary: 3 short blurbs on how Jason shows reader he loves them.
warnings: mentions of reader being kidnapped, but descriptions are very vague lol.
wc: 2k
a/n: This isn't edited at all, but it has been sitting on y drafts for wayyyy too long
Jokes
Disappointment is not the initial reaction he hoped for when he came in through your front door. Shock would've been a more appropriate response, since your music was too loud and you didn't hear him come in. He decided to pull a prank and scare you, silently making his way to the kitchen where you were having a karaoke session. Which given how quiet he could be when he wanted to, it was not that hard at all. Now Jason tries to hold back his laugh, a boyish grin plastered across his features that he wouldn't be able to suppress even if he tried.
"What are you making?" He whispers next to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. If he was being honest, he'd say he is concerned about how long it takes you to notice there's someone else in your apartment. But right now, he's too caught up in the bliss of being in your presence that he can't bring himself to care.
"Oh, you're early." You say after the scream you let out when he comes up behind you, seemingly out of nowhere to whisper in your ear.
"Why? You're mad?" He replies, hiding his insecurity behind sass. What if you didn't want him there? What if he's overstayed his welcome? But before he can come up with some convoluted reason for why you don't want him anymore, you're stopping him.
"I just wanted to have this done by the time you got here" You signal back at the food with your head. And he looks over, finally realizing you were cooking his favorite meal.
"What's the special occasion?"
"Nothing," You blush "Can't a girl just cook for her boyfriend?"
"Not unless she wants me to make her my wife," He teases, you roll your eyes, growing accustomed to these types of jokes. Once he reached a certain level of domesticity and was comfortable enough in the relationship, he started to talk about how he was gonna marry you. Jason would even jokingly refer to you as his wife. At first, he made you blush, now it was just the usual routine.
You would lie if you said it didn't excite you and make your feelings all mushy when he did that, your heart felt warmer when he showed how committed he was to you. You felt giddy whenever he said "When we get married", he never said if we get married, he was very certain about wanting to spend the rest of his life with you. Your heart skipped a beat whenever he'd drop a detail of his dream wedding, "We're having a chocolate cake, like the one in Matilda" or "I'm kissing the fuck out of you on that altar". One time he said: "If you liked that, imagine what our honeymoon would be", that one got him a soft slap on his chest as you chuckled.
"How did you get here anyways?" You change the subject, going back to your cooking.
"Used the front door" He answers with a smirk, arms wrapping around your waist as he steps closer to you.
"Really? How?"
"Cause I'm your boyfriend," He replies like it's the most obvious thing in the world. It is, but he didn't need to say it like that. "I have been for a while, and you gave me your keys"
"Damn, my doorman just lets anyone in these days" You joke and you can hear the little "tsk" that comes from his mouth as he lets go of you.
"I can leave and come back from your window" He's kidding, but you know him well enough to know he's willing to follow through just for the sake of doing a bit. Instead, you hold his arm, pulling him back to you in between giggles.
"Please, I finally have boot imprint-free windowsills"
He laughs, it's real laughter, not his usual chuckle. It makes your heart work overtime as you watch his smile reach his eyes so much that he ends up closing them. He pulls you in for a kiss before he lets you go to finish the dinner you worked so hard on. The food that when he takes a bite from has him asking:"You want a summer or spring wedding?"
Touch
Even if he's less inclined to admit this, Jason knew that before you met he was touch starved. And now he can't get enough of it, he's constantly on your side or with his hands on you in any way, shape or form. It came as a shock--to him-- how badly he needed you sometimes, he never felt this about anyone before. He swears he's not usually this clingy.
You are walking down the street and suddenly you're not holding his hand or bicep and he's grabbing your hand and putting it back. He could never be one of those boyfriends who don't notice when their partner stops holding their hand, if you ever so that he's immediately holding your hand again and asking what's wrong.
Sometimes his touch is protective. You are going through a crowded space and he has his hand placed on the small of your back, guiding you and making sure nothing ever happens to you. It turns a little too protective when another guy tries talking to you and he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in for a kiss.
But most of the time, he's all alone with you, lying down on bed or a couch, and he's tracing shapes on your uncovered skin. He leans his head closer when you play with his hair or God forbid you touch his face, it has his knees giving out. He loves feeling your weight on top of him, loves feeling you're real and that you're with him and not going anywhere. Maybe he sneaks a hand under your clothes if he feels daring, and your attention doesn't shift. It amazes him how he's allowed this, how much access you give him. And over everything else, it doesn't have to be sexual. Casual skin to skin contact did not have to mean anything else; it was just that.
With you he's experienced that not every touch has violence behind it, not every contact has an ulterior motive. So he's so gentle with you, maybe he is not good with words, so he makes up for it. You know he shows his affection in action rather than words, he's not that far from worshiping the ground you walk on. He's specially kind when you know you're vulnerable; he presses kisses to your face as much as he can and to your shoulder blades when he can't. You know he's a big softy since you've pretended to be asleep multiple times as he played with your hair. An more than once you've heard him whisper hushed love confessions he never thought you'd hear. His hands are rough with criminals but you'd never be able to tell by how kind he's around you.
Priority
Jason wants you to know you can count on him for anything, he makes a point of it by telling you multiple times. You ran out of milk? He's buying it on his way to your place Your apartment needs fixing and your landlord won't help? Problem's solved within the hour. Maybe you got terrible cramps, he's there to help you however you want him to. So it's no surprise to you or anyone that the second you're in danger he drops everything else. You're his number one priority.
"Where is she?" He pushes Bruce for information, which he was adamant in not telling him. Knowing Jason, he'd end up acting before he thinks it through, he'd show up unprepared and end up causing a disaster. Or at least that is what Bruce thinks about the son who plotted his revenge against him for years to the last minute detail.
"Jason" He mutters under his breath.
"I swear to God if I find out someone touched a hair in her head because you wasted time-"
"You go with me or you don't" He threatens "at all."
And Jason loves you so much, he's willing to agree to work with him in a heartbeat. He puts all his resentment aside when he thinks it will help you, if it meant working with the bat and abiding by his rules, then so be it. He'll track down the poor fucker who took you and kill him later. He didn't like being around him, it made him feel tense due to the incredibly strained relationship between the two of them. Bruce loved Jason, but sadly his way of showing it translated quite the opposite way in the younger one's eyes.
Bruce was being too quiet about what happened to you. All he knew was that he couldn't reach you, you were not at any of the usual places, and your friends had no idea where you were either. He checked your apartment and things were perfectly placed, no one had broken in--other than him. Then when he tracked your phone, which he only promised to do in extreme situations like today, he found it inside your purse thrown in some dirty alleyway. That's when his panic hit its peak and turned back to get his red hood gear and ask the bats if they knew anything about you.
He got to a warehouse, standing next to Bruce he decides to push him a bit more to get anything out of him. His mind was killing him with questions, were you okay? what happened? how did he know? and couldn't bear another second next to the stoic figure not willing to tell him anything.
"It's Mad Hatter, he's been taking people off the streets for-"
"Is she okay?" He cuts off, he has no space in his mind for whatever crazy thing he had planned against Batman or the city. Not when he's not sure you're safe, when Bruce won't even tell him if you're alive.
"She should be" He gives in "I'll take care of him, you handle hostages"
That's all he needs, he braces himself before following after Bruce, watching every step he made as it could make the difference between losing you or saving you. Jason's a bit pissed he's relegated to hostages much like he was during his time as Robin but decides against questioning for now. He steps and breathes as quietly as he can while he makes his way past the sign that reads "Wonderland". He silently signals to Bruce that they should split and cover more ground, to which he agreed with a curt nod. His masks allows him to have a better vision in the dark, so he can see how filthy the place was and how worn down the wonderland decorations were. He doesn't know if the man was there, but knowing Bruce he sent him on a path he wasn't likely to find him alone.
He finally finds some of his hostages, two twins laying unconscious on the floor. He tried waking them up to no success; he saw their chests move up and down as they breathed, so he knew he could worry about that later. Moving further, he sees a couple more people, all dressed up as characters like the twins were, in the same state. He then moves to the tea party, where another two kids dressed as the animals in the book sat with their heads on the table. He picks one of them up and rests them in a more comfortable position on the floor using what he could to make a cushion for their head, then does the same with the other kid. He thinks it's the least he could do if he couldn't wake them up. After a nerve-wracking walk through Lewis Caroll's nightmare he finds you, he feels his soul getting back to his body when his eyes finally land on you.
You lay on a floor that resembles a chessboard wearing a white dress and a crown, a little blonde girl with a light blue dress is cuddled up on your arms. He kneels down next to you, whispering your name and grabbing your shoulder to shake you in an almost desperate attempt to wake you.
"Please, please" He's sure if someone could hear how pathetic he sounded, his reputation would be ruined forever.
"Jay?" You manage to mutter under your breath, still not opening your eyes.
"Yes, I'll get you out of here"
"Hm, hats" you hummed, he doubted you were even aware of anything.
"I know, baby"
"off" Your voice was low and it seemed to him that you were fighting to stay awake and losing.
He took off the crown from your head and the headband from "Alice's". Listening to your advice, even if you were barely conscious. Once he confirmed you were okay, he carried you out. Then he came back for the little girl next to you, and so on until everyone was out and hat free. By that time police had arrived, and Batman was handing Jervis' ass to the cops to begin the cycle once more. He holds back, watching from afar to avoid getting caught. He watched as Batman shared a few words with Gordon, then Barbara tuned in to let him know which hospital they were taking you to.
When you wake up he is next to you, holding your hand and with the biggest eye-bags you've ever seen him with. He almost starts crying when you call his name in a hoarse whisper.
"I'm okay,"You whisper, wrapping your arms tightly around him. The scene is too touching as you see someone put a hand on his shoulder and tell him something.
"I'll go tell the doctors you woke up" He excused himself, reluctant even to let go of your hand, much less entertained by the idea of being separated from you too long.
You didn't see him as Jason's frame covered the man behind him but now you notice the one and only Bruce Wayne standing in your hospital room. It was too much to take in.
"Oh, Jason must really love me if he was willing to work with you"
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Well Earned Praise - Mihawk x Reader
Art by mugibara
Summary: Mihawk is a man of few words and many gestures. Lucky for him, you understand them all quite well. Lucky for you, he knows when to use those spare few words.
A/N: This is a little celebratory piece for @feral-artistry ! She's made a huge landmark in higher education recently that she's worked her ass off for and deserves all the treats and hype!! I was lucky in getting this one out for it too bless up lol I usually can only get possessed by ideas to flesh them out but being able to get them into actual words in a timely manner??? Near unheard of lol That said, it's only a ficlet but I hope you and anyone reading enjoys!!
Itâs heaps of domesticity and Mihawk being what could even be called playful lol there has to be at least a tiny bit of that in there for him to have suffered Shanks for so many years so well đ in canon its hidden in stuff like him calling Zoro a rabbit - like you canât tell me he doesnât also say that shit to amuse himself on top of belittling opponents
Word Count: ~2.1 k
Warnings: gn!reader, straight up fluff, banter, Mihawk being the Most Obvious in his own way, favoritism, Perona and Zoro are there too, you have a place in all their hearts, found family undertone, family dinner with the edgelords, Mihawk being supportive of your accomplishments in a hopefully in character manner lol
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âAnd what has you so happy?â Mihawk drawls.Â
Youâve barely set foot in the kitchen by the time the question leaves him. Your bright mood from your recent accomplishment is undoubtedly buzzing from you and likely tripped off his haki. Or at least youâd write it off as that if you hadnât been speaking about it coming up the past few weeks.
Despite his prodding tone, you know thatâs just his normal voice and not his grumpy one from all your time living at Kuraigana. Thereâs also a lack of the miniscule brow or eye twitch that usually precedes The Grumpy Voice. Instead his face is its usual stony facade, looking much too brooding in contrast to the apron Perona had complained him into. It lacks any of the color or frills she wished, but you are sure with enough prodding she will one day get one or the other on your dour host. The one thing that truly binds you all together at Kuraigana is an innate persistence (easily gaining the name âstubbornnessâ when not in your favor). It is a formidable weapon you wield both for and against each other. Usually against, but that ratio is growing more favorable by the day. Luckily its bad run is mostly in bickering and banter, not actual harm.
âI know youâre getting old, but I didnât know your memory was already going,â you goad, walking to join him at the prep table at the far end of the kitchen.
âI donât make the effort to remember the chirping of birds,â he responds blandly, disproving his statement by alluding to the fact that he listened to your frequent gushing about it to Perona. All the while, he continues chopping vegetables with insane speed and accuracy. It will always amuse you to see the worldâs greatest swordsman use those skills to harvest and chop veggies. His choice on which youâre starting to recognize as the mix to make your favorite meal.
âUhuh,â you reply, obviously incredulous. âI suppose you donât have much room in that head of yours for anything besides swords play.â
âItâs dangerous to insult the one handling your food you know,â he warns with the barest hint of humor warming his low voice.
âThis cook wouldnât stoop to poisons,â you assure him, âthough I will need to watch my back during sparring.â
âIf youâve actually taken to my lessons, youâd know to do that anyway,â Mihawk chastises with narrowed eyes. You chuckle at his predictability - always so prickly if he felt you werenât taking your crafts seriously.
âWe both know Iâd be dead if I didnât,â you point out. The silence, save for the steady thumping of knife on cutting board, is his begrudging agreement.Â
That silence quickly turns comfortable, its ease built on a few hundred hours of peaceful companionable silence that youâve shared. Mostly they were filled with quiet sips of wine, rustling pages, crackling logs, and calm music. Your favorite is when the sweet serenade of the nightâs bugs leaks in the cracked windows, heralded by a cool breeze playing with the curtains. A few hundred more hours spent in travel and training built quite the familiarity and warmed your heart from simple attraction to true affection for this untouchable man.
That affection only makes you treasure these moments more. Seeing him in an apron performing a homemakerâs duties isnât only amusing; thereâs a twinge of vulnerability to it. This man, who is an embodiment of death collecting its due for most, is comfortable with you seeing such human pieces of himself. Heâs connected with you and your housemates enough to let you each have your mark on him in subtle ways. There is proof enough of it in this kitchen - now always well stocked with sake and sweets, the allowance of a few cutesy mugs ready for use, fresh eggs from the chickens heâd gotten for convenience and definitely not because of your love of animals. (You hadnât broken him on goats yet but you were far from giving up on that one).
Your thoughts are interrupted by him breaking the hypnotizing motion of his knife to back away from the counter.
âI need to stop in the garden,â Mihawk explains. He casts a pointed gaze at you on his exit. âDonât go in the fridge.â
The moment heâs taken his exit, you disobey the order. More like a poorly veiled hint. The bright lights of the fridge spotlight quite the treat for you. Thereâs a menagerie of desserts taking up the top shelf, everything from macaroons to tiramisu to cheesecake to fruit tarts. The colorful display almost kept you from noticing the restock of your drawers of charcuterie below. He really spared no expense; rare cured meats and exotic cheeses were huddled around a large supply of all your favorites, a variety of mustards, jams, and preserves in cute little jars tucked neatly to one side. You canât help how gooey the gesture makes your heart and how that feelingâs definitely still going to be all over your face when he gets back.
Accepting that fate, you donât even try to hide it when he comes back through the door with fresh herbs in hand. Mihawk goes through the motions of wiping off his boots and making his way back, all nonchalant confidence, until he looks at you and is struck frozen. He stands and holds your loving gaze for a long stretch of breaths. Heâs the first to break your eye contact, looking the closest to unsure that youâve ever seen him. His face would never tell, but his shoulders curl just a bit up and forward before you see him shove them back into their usual sure posture.
You think heâs going to leave the whole thing unacknowledged, as heâs wont to do with your increasingly common Moments. He shatters that thought when he lays a hand on your arm as he passes, giving it a gentle squeeze. The warmth from his large palm leaves a lasting impression on you. The ravenously yearning part of you - the one you try to keep settled - begins telling you how deliciously warm he must run, how he must be the perfect spot for a nap, how those warm hands would feel easing your muscles, how they would feel-
âManaging to get lost while standing still? Should I worry about that with you too?â Mihawk teases. Itâs quite impressive how droll he can be when he lets himself.
âIf I say yes, does that mean Iâm free of being his human compass?â you joke.
âOnly until itâs time to be rid of you both,â he answers easily.
âWhat?â you ask in mock offense. âNo send off party? No tearful goodbyes? And here I thought you were the sentimental type.â
âObviously,â he agrees, gifting you the first tiny, crooked smile of the night.
Wanting to end on a high note, you let the conversation go and instead focus on trying to find ways to help. It goes poorly. Every task you make for is suddenly already being done by Mihawk, or heâs suddenly blocking you from the means to start. Many an ingredient is intercepted, dish grabbed first, or scraps thrown to trash and compost. The absurd game of keep away it makes is funny to you at first but soon becomes frustrating.
âYouâre treating me like an invalid,â you huff.
âI didnât know you were so fond of labor,â Mihawk drawls. Sly eyes slide your way. âShould I put you back on prepping the new beds?â
âNo,â you answer quickly. The new garden spot was chosen for convenient location not ease of creation; the ground was mostly clay and full of rocks with the top carpeted thick with sod and weeds. It would have to be cleared off, rocks dug out, manure and sand and peat moss shoveled in, then all mixed thoroughly to break up the clay. It was grueling work. It was Zoro work.
Mihawk goes back to his cooking with an air of satisfaction. You settle for watching and stealing bites to eat from the food heâs making. He pretends to be annoyed. It lets you both play a new game of keep away where you try to sneak and snatch and he tries to swat you away, usually without even taking his eyes off his task. This continues until the meal is nearly done, when he sends you off to your room to âlook proper for a nice mealâ. You pretend to be offended but he doesnât buy it.
You donât want to spend long getting ready, much more set on spending time with the others, but you also didnât want to let an excuse to dress up go to waste. By the time youâre headed to the usual dining room, youâre layered in expensive fabric with a fresh face and freshly styled hair.
Mihawk is awaiting you at the grand doors, unfortunately lacking that apron. Instead you get him in a flowing shirt, textured in subtle filigree the same deep red as the whole. It is, of course, open to show off his Kogatana and the sun-kissed skin it rests on. As you get closer, you notice his pants are tailored slacks and his boots have been replaced with dress shoes you wouldnât have even guessed he owned. Not for a lack of class or style, but for a lack of people and occasions heâd deem worthy of the effort.Â
You feel almost silly thinking heâs going through all this effort for you but thereâs no other explanation. When you stop next to him, you could swear that even his beard is freshly oiled and combed. Youâre too lost in your appraisal of him to notice how his own heated eyes are roving over you. You catch them for a brief moment before they fix to your face. To interrupt the loving taunt about to move your tongue, Mihawk holds the door open for you and gestures you inside.
Zoro and Perona are sat at the table behind pristine place settings. They havenât even noticed the sound of your entrance over their own bickering. Perona always looks dolled up, but thereâs something a little extra in the detail of her makeup and not a single hair on her head is out of place. Whatâs much more surprising than her is that Zoro looks all cleaned up. Heâs still in his usual style but not a speck of dirt is on the clothes and his hair looks slightly damp from a recent shower. Itâs hard not to laugh at the idea of Mihawk commanding him to bathe like one would a defiant child and Perona having to throw him in the bath like heâs a hissing cat.
Before you move to join them, Mihawkâs hands catch your shoulders. Their capability for gentleness will always amaze you, and this caress to halt you is no exception. His thumbs swipe across your skin a few times, seeming to relish the motion, before he leans forward. Thereâs a moment where his cheek brushes the crown of your head before his breath floats over your ear and neck, raising goosebumps over your skin. His lips, surprisingly soft, tickle the tip of your ear as he whispers to you. The words strike you and leave you frozen even as he brushes past you towards the table, leaving the scent of spiced cologne in his wake.
Your housemates finally notice you and both send toothy smiles and celebratory cheers your way. You feel almost bad that you have to shake yourself off to match their energy. Once you get close to the table, Zoro is trying to convince you to share his best sake with him while Perona tells you thatâs dumb and you should instead focus on looking through the gifts sheâs gotten you. You only laugh as dark fabric and frilly stuffies are shoved your way to intercept the persistent attempts to place an o-choko by your plate.Â
Mihawk sighs at the commotion, muttering something about wanting a peaceful dinner for you as he pulls out your chair. His grumbling is undercut by the softness easing the lines from his face. When you meet his eyes as he pushes your chair in, you notice the usually violent amber of them has darkened to flowing honey. His words ring in your head loudly again, causing a loving smile to warm your face. He answers with a brief smile of his own, the smallest curl of his lips and crinkle of his eyes, but it's enough to set your heart racing. It pumps electricity through you, tingling your fingertips and sending his words to spin even faster in your head. Even when your heart calms and is instead made full from loving company, you hold the sound of his voice in your mind.
Itâs the first time youâve heard the words from him, and now that you know their sweetness, youâll chase that high in all your endeavors.
âIâm proud of you.â
#mihawk x reader#dracule mihawk#one piece#also wrote this instead of kinktober hsjdfkjsdkfdjsk#dedication?? who is she#one piece fluff#gn reader#reader insert#one piece x reader#mihawk x you#opla mihawk x reader#mihawk fanfiction#my writing
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His Darling: Demon!San x Fem!reader
Pairing: Incubus!San x Fem!Human!Reader | side pairing: yunho x reader, demonline x reader
Word Count: 10k
Genre: Smut (loads), slight angst MINORS DNI
Summary: San shows you his room and tells you exactly what he wants in a "housewife". He also shows you the benefits of keeping him happy.
Tags: enslavement, master/slave relationship, polyamorous relationship, demon!ateez, human!reader, stereotypical gender roles, gender norms, slight misogynistic ideals, mentions of domestic violence, childhood trauma, bigdick!san, incubus!san, breeding kink (serious one lol), thigh riding, voyeurism, handjob, dirty talking, light spanking, table sex, clothed man/naked woman, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, monster fucking, demon fucking, Yunho walks in on it and watches. You're their slave, and you're treated that way.
Previously on Pretty Pet > His Kitten: Seonghwa
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â-What do we do? I've never handled a human slave before. What do they eat?â
âFood, I imagine.â
âYes, but what? And what about her grooming? Has Wooyoung styled a human before?âÂ
âNo idea. All I know is what Yunho told meâŠâ
You heard their voices above you, but you could not place them. A low groan escaped you as the aftermath of last night made itself known again. Every appendage felt sore and heavy, and your innards might have actually been rearranged. You almost did not comprehend your hunger until you'd completely woken up. Is this how you'd wake up every morning?Â
âWake up,â a soft voice commanded. âWe have a lot to do before you're presentable. Let's get moving.â
âYeosangâ the harder toned voice said, âDon't be so aggressive this early in the morning. She hasn't fully adjusted to this yet. She needs space to process.â
âUgh, âspace to processâ. Yes, tell that to Yunho and see how that goes for you. He's already in a mood after having to bury that idiot slaver. Go ahead and tell him you diverted from his schedule.â
âThat isn't what I meant-â
You finally opened your eyes to see two men on either side of your bed. Each of them wore black suits and had black upturned horns. One was significantly more petite and paler than the other. A red wine birthmark covered the side of his eye, contrasting with his fair skin. The other on the right was a round faced demon with dark brown hair. He carried an innocent, soft expression while his companion looked on sternly.Â
âWho are you?â You croaked through your strained throat.
They both finally acknowledged you. âOh,â the dark haired demon grinned, âI'm Jongho.â
âAnd I'm Yeosang. We're your new handlers. Now, get up. We have to get you groomed before the Masters wake up.âÂ
Yeosang turned and walked away to the tall double doors. Jongho stayed at your side, âForgive him. They told him about you this morning, and he's been cranky ever since. He claims it âthrew him offâ.âÂ
He pulled down the fluffy bed covers from you, revealing your naked body to the sunlit room. He acted as if he didnât notice your nudity, and offered you his arm. This proved helpful since you didn't see the platform step and nearly tripped into his arms. Your legs and knees quaked weakly once you stood up, and you winced from the stinging between your legs.Â
âThe only downside to good sex, huh?â He quipped, giving a knowing smile.Â
âYeah.â
âDon't worry,â he picked up a thin, white chemise from a nearby chair, âThe bath Master San prepared will help with that. He said a bit of soothing salt will take it away.â You lifted your arms for him to slip the chemise over you, âLet's get you washed up before Yeosang comes back whining again. You'll get used to his little tantrums soon enough,â he linked his arm with yours to help you walk properly, âWrath demons can be so sensitive. I told him we should give you a minute to adjust and he was all âYunho will get madâ. UghâŠâ
You hadn't noticed the room last night, but now seeing it full of sunlight, you took in the splendor. White paneled walls inlaid with gold surrounded the roomâs oak wood floors and went up high into the ceiling. You saw an oak vanity, a wardrobe cabinet, dresser and a desk around the room. It was a step up from the singular room in the bowels of the brothel. At least here you had privacy and fresh air through the tall windows.Â
Jongho brought you into a tiled room where a large bathtub sat in the very middle. White bubbles floated along the top of the steaming water, the soothing scent of lavender reaching your nose. You couldnât remember the last time you had a proper bath; you usually did a quick wipe down to keep the fluids from crusting on your skin. Yeosang rolled over a small cart ladened with various tubs and bottles you only assumed were meant for bathing. Big eyes looked up to the fake horns still on your head, and he forced you down into a seat.Â
âThese look ridiculous,â he huffed, peeking through the roots to see where the braiding kept it on your head. With expert fingers and a fine-toothed comb, he gradually began undoing them. âGood thing they didnât use stronger glue. We might not have been able to remove these,â he said once he finished with one side. âThose city slavers are true scoundrels. I donât blame Master San for slitting the manâs throat.â
âOh dear,â Jongho frowned, âHad they glued on a tail?â
âYes,â you nodded.Â
âWhy?â asked Yeosang.Â
Jongho lifted your chemise to show the scabbed area. âI hope it doesnât scar,â he said. âMaster Seonghwa wonât like that.â
âHm, doesnât seem too bad to me,â Yeosang said, resuming his horn removal. âWeâll apply some ointments to avoid scarring and infection. Get the tub ready.âÂ
When he removed the second âhornâ, you breathed a sigh of relief. This did not last long because Yeosang and Jongho lifted the chemise off your body, and put you into the tub. Neither of them said anything as they went about the bathroom. Each of them took a side of the tub: Jongho dipped a soft cloth into the water to start cleaning your grimy skin while Yeosang squirted a pink substance into your hair.Â
âWho is Yunho?â you asked out of curiosity, watching Jongho begin washing between your fingers and under your nails.Â
âHeâs the Head of House here,â said Yeosang, spreading the shampoo in your hair. âWe all answer to him, including you.â
âI thought Hongjoong-â
â-Master Hongjoong, girl,â he said sternly, digging into your scalp. You didnât know how he managed to scrub it, but he did. âThey are your masters now; that is how you address them at all times. Even if theyâre not in the room, you show your respect and gratitude. Understand?â
âYes.â
âAs I was saying,â he continued, pouring water into your hair with a cup and continuing to scrub more, âYunho is the Head of House-â
â-He means the house staff-â Jongho explained.Â
â-And heâs in charge of anything having to do with the domestics in the house,â he said. âThis includes kitchen and housekeeping duties. Now that the masters have a slave, you indirectly fall under his care. He will be your communication between the masters and you when theyâre not present. Anything regarding you is taken directly to him, and he decides how to proceed from there.â
âIndirectly?â
âHeâs our boss, technically,â Jongho said, starting to gently wipe at your neck, face and chest. âYeosang is the Chief Handler, so he takes care of everything concerning you: grooming, training, and well being. Iâm his assistant. Letâs say you fall ill, Yeosang takes care of getting to the doctor, medicine and other medical needs while I make sure you are as comfortable as possible.âÂ
âYou mentioned someone named Wooyoung?â you asked next, wiping water from your eyes when he finished.Â
âHeâs a slave groomer,â Yeosang told you. He rinsed out your hair as best as he could, then decided a second wash was needed. You felt his fingers digging into your scalp as if doing so loosened the oils left there. You wanted to protest, but you felt that would be pointless. âHe is the best. Heâll be in charge of your physical appearance and your wardrobe. Apparently, the masters demanded you have three separate wardrobes, but I imagine heâll be handsomely paid for the work.â
âAre there other slaves here?â
âYou mean, pleasure slaves like you?â
âYes.â
âNo. The Masters never bothered with pleasure slaves up until recently. They usually called on a brothel owner to bring his prettiest ones, and theyâd have their fun with that. I guess having one pleasure slave is cheaper in the long run.â
âTheyâd mentioned something about making me into what they want,â you said. âIâm not sure what they meant by that.â
âMe neither,â Jongho mused, cleaning your legs and feet. âI suppose they are bored with the succubi the brothel people bring. A lot of them are trained in the same classical way, so perhaps they wanted something new?â
âIt doesnât matter,â Yeosang said, running a thin white liquid through your hair, âItâs not our place to question their motives.â The new shampoo stung your scalp, and you reached up to touch it before he swatted your hands away. âItâs a pest treatment.â
âI do not have pests!â you exclaimed in shock.Â
âJudging by how this is foaming in your hair, yes, you did,â he started running another comb over only the roots before loosening into the rest of your hair, âI donât know how they bedded you last night. Youâre filthy.â
âItâs not her fault, Yeosang,â Jongho came to your defense, rinsing the body wash off your skin. âThose lower class brothels are infested with disease and filth.âÂ
âI am not dirt-â
â-Save it,â Yeosang cut you off. âAs I said, the masters have their reasons and we have no right to question them.âÂ
âBut we can wildly speculate,â Jongho grinned. âShe deserves to know why they chose her over a succubus or another type of demon. It must be confusing for her.â
âIt canât be that confusing. Why does it even matter? She is here now, and thatâs it. End of story.â
âThey never showed interest in the sinners outside of entertainment before.â
âSex is another form of entertainment, Jongho.â
âYes, but they usually mate with other demons, not humans. Iâm only saying it is strange. Do you think they did it to spite Her?â
âWho?â you asked, squeezing your eyes as Yeosang rinsed the treatment out in a separate bucket. When he pulled you away, you saw all the dirt heâd removed.You gasped at the tiny dots floating in the water.Â
âTheir mother,â Yeosang said, pulling you back in front of him. This time he slathered a mint-colored paste through your strands. âAnd no. In order to spite someone, you must actually care what they think.âÂ
Jongho finished scrubbing you with the first wash, then pulled out two scrubbing brushes. From a small white tub, he began smearing an exfoliant on your skin. It tingled and smelled of cucumber. âShe wonât be pleased when she hears they have a pleasure slave now.âÂ
âAnd that will be of no concern to them.â He let the paste sit in your hair, and joined Jongho in lathering you in the pale green cleanser. âStand up.â
âWhat?â
âStand up. We need to wash all of you before we apply the body toner, the exfoliant, the mud masks, and the serums and oils,â he said. âI told you this would be a long process. Stand up.â
You stood up, the air chilling your wet skin, and the two men started scrubbing. Their brushes scratched your skin raw, removing layers of grime and oil from you. You thought more about your new masters. You remembered them mentioning their plans for you. Hongjoong wanted the âperfect submissiveâ. Seonghwa wanted a âdollâ. San wanted a âwifeâ. You assumed they couldnât achieve their wishes with any regular slave, so they needed a slave from a lower level brothel. The high-class demon slaves must be a dime a dozen to these demon lords. With you, they believe they have a slave with no particular talents or skills. You didn't dare mention that you'd technically lied, but it's not your fault they never asked. If they want to shape you, you'd let them. You'd do anything to avoid going back to the brothel; not when you have such a good thing going here.Â
You jumped when a cold hand touched between your legs. Yeosang said nothing as he covered your sex in a bright blue foam. Since it lacked any sensuality, you couldnât help feeling a bit of embarrassment.Â
âDoes it sting?â he asked you from his crouched position.Â
âNo?â
âGood. Then that means there are no lesions we have to worry about.âÂ
You yelped next when Jongho applied the same foam to your backside. âSorry,â he giggled, âI should have warned you first. The masters asked us to do a thorough clean up before Wooyoung arrives.âÂ
âI will say,â Yeosang said, âYou do have a very nice body. I can see why the masters took you right away, filth and all.â
âUm, thank you?â
âTake it,â Jongho whispered when he stood behind you, âItâs the closest youâll get to a compliment.âÂ
Jongho applied lotion to your top half while Yeosang took care of the bottom half. The same was done when they took you to a chair near the window. As Jongho cleaned, cut and shaped your nails, Yeosang did the same with your toes. You thought it might fall under Wooyoungâs jurisdiction, but you didnât question it. Your head went back to wrapping itself around everything happening. You clearly have entered a new class of slave, and you didnât know if that was good or bad. You arenât particularly special apart from being moderately good at things and a damned human soul. What interest would they have in that? If they grew tired of their own kind, you knew theyâd eventually lose interest in you too. You shuddered to think what that looked like.Â
So, you must do whatever they say. Just like everything in your new life, if you make the higher-ups happy, you stay where you are. You would not have gotten to a top-rank position in your previous life otherwise.Â
âIs she presentable?âÂ
Yunho appeared in the doorway in his black suit, hands behind his back and seriousness on his face. Both Yeosang and Jongho shot up the moment they saw him, not bothered by the tools falling to the floor.Â
âYes, sir,â said Yeosang in a curt nod.Â
He walked further into the room and looked over your nude body. âHm, yes, I suppose this will have to do,â he approved. âWooyoung is in the dressing room. Take her there, and Iâll send Mingi to meet you. Her breakfast?â
âCook is already preparing her breakfast as we speak, sir.âÂ
âThe Masters explicitly asked that she maintain a healthy diet,â he said. âTheyâve requested three square meals, treats if sheâs well behaved and snacks to stave off hunger. I already told Cook how they want her meals planned out. It should be ready by the time Wooyoung finishes. I'll send Mingi to collect her when he's done.â
âWho is Mingi?âÂ
âYour bodyguard,â he answered, âThe Masters insisted you be watched over at all times. Mingi is the best of the best. He will make sure youâre safe when The Masters are absent.â
âThatâsâŠnice of them.â
Yunho stepped forward, âI donât think you realize exactly who you belong to now, YN. Hongjoong, Seonghwa and San are three of Prince Asmodeusâs many offspring which earns them high-born status and royal titles. They are important men in this realm. They can't be seen owning a dirty pleasure slave. What would people think?â
âI was under the impression they donât care what anyone thinks.â
He laughed softly, âThey donât and they do simultaneously. Unless you enjoyed being infested with fleas?â
âI didnât have fleas,â you argued.Â
Yunho huffed, âRegardless, Yeosang, theyâre waiting in the dressing room.â
âOf course.â
Both Yeosang and Jongho bowed as he left the room. They grabbed a new, thicker chemise for you to wear and took you back through the bedroom and into a separate room. It was a large closet from what you guessed. Women dressed in maidâs outfits walked about the space hanging up clothes, stacking shoeboxes, and storing jewelry. In the middle of the room stood a skinny, black-haired demon in a black suit with shimmering cuffs and hem line. He directed a pair of maids to hang up three black dresses in the second clothing rack instead of the first.Â
âSeonghwa is the eldest, so letâs keep this by age order. Hongjoongâs wardrobe is in the middle, thank you,â he said to them. He turned to see Yeosang and Jongho by the dressing room door, and he beamed brightly. âYeosangie! Jongho! How are you?!â
He hugged both men happily, âSo good to see you both again. I thought Iâd never get another job in the Black Keep after Mistress left. Where is she?â
âRight here,â Jongho brought you forward. âWooyoung, this is YN. YN, this is Wooyoung, your groomer.â
âHello,â you said, trying to smile.
âArenât you a beauty?â Wooyoung marveled, walking around you in a circle. âWhen Yunho told me to expect slum trash, I was expecting matted hair, scars, fleas and sores. This one can almost pass as a demon if you look at her in the right lights. You sure sheâs not a cambion?â
âNo, sheâs not a half-breed,â said Yeosang. âI hope this means youâre satisfied?â
âVery,â he grinned, touching one of your wet locks, âSheâs like a fresh canvas. I canât wait to get started. You two can leave; you, come with me.â
He shooed your handlers away and brought you over to a vanity mirror. Right away, maids surrounded the both of you. Wooyoung dried your hair the way you normally would, taking as much time as he needed, before adding protectants and serums. Your hair smelled like rosemary oil by the time he finished braiding and weaving it into a halo shape. The maids applied light makeup while two more painted your nails in a french manicure.Â
âYouâre a groomer, huh? Like a stylist, right?â
âKind of,â he said, walking over to a section separate from the three main clothing stations, âI cater to the upper classes rather than the poorer ones. Rich demons like their slaves to look pretty, and those common stylists simply do not have the vision nor the taste that my clients have. I can make a slum slut look like a princess, while the one you had could barely pass you off as a succubus.â He stood in front of the opposite wall, staring at the different outfits heâd brought with him. âThatâs why your masters called on me to dress you.âÂ
âWhat are you dressing me with today?â
âI have no idea. They didnât tell me which of them youâd be with today, so Iâll go with my gut on this. Iâll go withâŠâ he scanned the rack, fingers dancing over the different fabrics before stopping, âYes, this one should be nice. Itâs simple, clean and pretty. You have no idea how many times the word âprettyâ was used in that letter. My assistants and I played a drinking game with it.âÂ
He brought over a short pale blue sundress. It reminded you of the dresses you used to wear at your summer house. Flowing dresses that kept you cool in the summer season and left a bit to the imagination. Your boss at the time loved seeing you in shorter sun dresses, but you only wore those to please him. Sleeping with him got you the office manager position youâd wanted. Your masters reminded you of him in a way: A horny rich man with particular kinks and preferences. Back then, you played whatever trope your lover wanted. You endured their flirtations because it meant youâd climb higher on the ladder; youâd have more money, more freedom.Â
When you died in that club bathroom, you lost all of that.Â
Yeosang and Jongho returned, followed by another man. He stood taller than both of them, with long blond hair he kept to his shoulders. Like most of the house staff, he wore a suit, except he looked more militarized with the buttons down the front and a sword sheathed at his waist. He gave you the same stone stare a lot of people around here had.Â
âYN, this is Mingi,â Yeosang introduced the guard behind them. âHeâs your bodyguard. He'll be in charge of your security and safety.â
âNice to meet you,â you said as Wooyoung slipped the dress over your head and fixed it around your waist.Â
Mingi only nodded his head.Â
âHurry and finish,â Yeosang said to you, âThe Masters have woken up already and theyâre already having breakfast.â
âI'm going, I'm going. Iâm putting the very last touches,â Wooyoung grabbed a perfume bottle, then sprayed it all around you. âThere, sheâs ready.âÂ
Coughing on the scent of vanilla in the air, you looked at yourself in a nearby mirror. The person that looked at you in the mirror resembled the living version more than the dead one. The living you adorned herself with luxury brands, went to the salon regularly, drove fancy cars, had a penthouse where she threw parties every weekend. She had her own stockbroker company; she rolled in money regardless of how many lives she'd ruined. She stared at you now in the mirror, looking the same except for her eyes. Your eyes. They did not have the confidence or perhaps arrogance you once carried. No amount of makeup could conceal the emptiness inside.Â
âTheyâre going to be so pleased!â Jongho beamed, a gummy smile bringing up his cheeks. âShe looks wonderful!â
âWell done, Wooyoung,â Yeosang bowed slightly, âYouâll be paid handsomely for this.â
âI hope so,â he said, âAnd well done to you too. I heard she was a mess when they brought her here.â
âFilthy, for certain,â he replied. âCome, Iâll take you to Yunho for your payment. Jongho, take YN to her masters. Theyâre in the dining room.â
âYes.â
Yeosang and Wooyoung left the room, and Jongho turned to you. âYou look beautiful, YN,â he grinned at you, leading you out of the dressing room through another door. Walking into a carpeted hallway, Mingi stayed five steps behind you while Jongho walked beside you.Â
âWooyoung really knew what he was doing when he dressed you in that. Itâll go nicely with your collar when The Masters go to pick it up.â
âCollar?â
âYou didnât think youâd be walking around without one, did you? How else are people supposed to know you belong to someone already?âÂ
âRightâŠI never gave it much thought.â
âWell, I havenât seen it yet, but I bet itâs going to be beautiful. Nothing like those leather straps I see the common slaves wear,â he said. âIâm sure itâll match your leashes too.â
You hated leashes. If being owned by someone didnât strip you of your humanity, being tugged around on a leash did. Rufus used to tell you that sort of freedom needed to be earned; it wasnât given automatically. At least you had a bedroom and not a pet bed or a cage.Â
Jongho led you through several corridors before bringing you into a dining room. More posh furniture, expensive possessions and fancy artwork surrounded the room. At a dining table, you saw the three brothers sitting together. They each picked at the breakfast spread laid out before them, talking as they ate and drank. None of them noticed either you or Jongho, so wrapped up in their conversation that they didnât care for the servants nearby. You took sight of the other maids standing by; how they remained silent like statues, meant to be seen and only called upon when needed.Â
âMasters,â Jongho said to get their attention, âYour pet is here.âÂ
The three of them smiled when they saw you. Eyes undressed you a second time, mouths dropping open and eyes growing heavy.Â
âShe looks phenomenal,â Seonghwa said first. âLike a delicate piece of cake.â
âA yummy cake,â Hongjoong smirked, eyes far too focused on your chest. âI personally prefer her with nothing at all.â
âWe discussed this already, Hongjoong,â Seonghwa looked at him, âShe is not walking about here naked.â
âShe doesn't have to be fully naked,â he remarked. âLingerie works just as well.â
âI think she's lovely either way,â said San, âSit with us.â
Jongho brought you to the other side of the table. All three of them continued staring, and you didn't know how to react or feel. Jongho pulled your chair out for you, placed a cloth napkin in your lap and pushed you forward. He said nothing as he left you alone with your new Owners.Â
âHow are you feeling, Pet?â Hongjoong asked, returning to his breakfast. âNot too sore, I hope.â
âNothing beyond what I normally feel,â you admitted. Sitting did feel uncomfortable, but nothing you could not manage on your own.Â
âReally? No stinging pain or soreness anywhere?â San asked, drinking from a coffee cup. âYou don't have to be brave around us, Darling.â
âIt's there, but I'm used to it,â you admitted.Â
âThen we have to make an effort to have you really feeling it the next time, don't we?â Hongjoong smirked.Â
âUgh, Joongie,â Seonghwa rolled his eyes. âIgnore him, Kitten. You'll come to learn Master Hongjoong is quite lewd.â
âYou say that as if you're not.â
âAlright, I stand corrected: he is openly lewd.â He quietly sipped from his tea cup, and said, âBut, I want to know more about you, Kitten. What were you before you died?â
You squirmed in your seat. âA CEO of my own companyâŠâ you answered softly, not meeting their eyes. Shame instantly cane over you saying the words out loud.Â
âBut last night you told us that you're basically useless as a slave,â said Hongjoong. âHow could you own your own company?â
You didn't want to answer. You couldn't bear saying it out loud. âI sort ofâŠcheated my way there?â
âHow?âÂ
âShe fucked her way to the top,â snorted Hongjoong, finishing off his stew. He gave a taunting laugh, âI fucking knew it.â
âYeah, I didâŠâ
Seonghwa continued staring at you. You felt him scanning over you like they'd done last night. Jongho returned with a silver tray with a cup of milk, a bowl of oatmeal and fresh fruit. You forced yourself to focus on the food rather than the demon's attentive stare. You promised yourself you'd keep your previous life private. Whenever a client or a fellow slave asked, you lied each time. Yet, something told you that lying to these three is pointless. You ate some of the oatmeal, tasted the cinnamon flavored oats and dropped a few blueberries into it.Â
âYou scammed people,â Seonghwa smirked knowingly. You hated the violated feeling he left inside your head. It felt as if someone poked a hole and stuck the screwdriver around. âDidn't you?â
âI did.â
âHow?â
âMy company sold stocks,â you admitted, stirring your oatmeal to focus on something else. You tried not thinking about anything but the mushy, milky oats turning a tinged blue. âThat's it.â
âThat's not it, though,â Seonghwa said, his eyes narrowing and grinning, âYou made people go broke after you stole their money from them. A man even killed himself after he lost his life savings. Your company left a lot of people way worse than if you'd left them alone.â He leaned forward, âYou stole their money because you wanted to live a life of ultimate excess. Sex, money, power, alcoholâŠdrugs.â
You forced down more oatmeal at the word.Â
âDo you want to tell my brothers how you died or do you want me to?âÂ
âI overdosed on coke in a club bathroom.â
âHad a snow day in that stall, huh?â Hongjoong joked.
âItâs not something Iâm proud of.â
âYou sound like you were proud of it at the time.â
âOf course I was,â you argued. âI was a single woman with no college education, working a high-paying job, sleeping with people I wanted to sleep with, and doing whatever I felt like doing.â
âSome of those people just happened to be married too,â Seonghwa sneered. Hands intertwined, he placed them on the table and said, âIt appears our pet was quite naughty in her previous life.â
âObviously,â San rolled his eyes. âBut, sheâs a good girl now, which is all that matters to me,â he smiled fondly at you, then chewed his bacon.
âI love the naughty ones,â Hongjoong said, drinking from a wine cup. âI love the high-spirited, fierce ones. Theyâre fun to break. I wonder how long it took them to break you? A year? Two?â
âI suppose. Time works differently here.â
âIt does,â San said, âBesides, why does any of that matter? Sheâs here now and that should be enough.â
âIâm not going to have a total stranger in my house,â Seonghwa looked over at him. âI like to know what I can.â
âAs if you canât just burrow into her head and find it yourself like you just did,â he pointed out.Â
âI prefer she give me the information willingly, rather than me having to find it myself,â Seonghwa said. âItâs more fun watching them squirm as they reveal themselves to me.â He turned back to you, âItâs like peeling back an orange and seeing the veins underneath. Our secrets, no matter how small, stick to us like a second skin. Getting to spend my whole day flaying that skin gives me no greater satisfaction. I like seeing the filth and wickedness these human sinners try hiding. Itâs my job to make them confess and accept their fate. Judging from how you ended up being a slave, you already felt guilty for what youâd done.â
âPsh, too late for repentance now,â Hongjoong laughed softly.
âHow did you become a slave, Darling?â San said.
âThey asked me.â
âWho?â
âThe slavers. They come around the circles and ask if anyone wishes to trade their punishment in for a lighter punishment.â
âDid they tell you what this âlighter punishmentâ was?â
âNo. I didnât know until I had the collar around my neck.â
âThey didnât brand you,â Hongjoong noted. âThey usually brand the slaves.â
âThey thought itâd damage me,â you shrugged.
You thought back to the slaver whoâd clapped chains on you. A hulking demon with dark green skin and beady black eyes came regularly to the circle of lust looking for demon slaves. Usually, they go for the other demons looking to escape their poverty, but occasionally they take humans. He thought you were pretty enough for a human. Youâd make him a lot of money, he said. After a few months with him, he sold you off to somebody else. That slaver then put you up for auction after you slashed a patron with a broken bottle. The man who bought you after that enjoyed using the whip, and he liked using it on you.Â
âI bet after you started seeing that perhaps enslavement is worse than whatever punishment you served in your circle,â Hongjoong guessed. You saw the delight at the idea in his eyes. âAfter a few years of being abused and raped by demons night after night slowly broke you. Having your dignity stripped from you inch by inch and piece by piece left you a walking shell, huh?â His eyes glinted with a smile, âI wish Iâd been there. Itâs an entertaining sight, watching a slave be broken. Itâs a shame theyâd broken you already,â he pouted in a sigh, âIâd love to have been the one to break you.â
âBut the broken ones are so bland,â San said. âThey have no personality. Theyâre always sad and miserable. It makes for a really boring fuck.â
âExtremely boring,â Seonghwa agreed.
You drank some coffee, black and bitter, to keep yourself from speaking. Thereâd been nights where you enjoyed it. It wasnât always bad. You found demon cock and pussy better than anything you had before. A few customers might get rough with you, toss you around and beat you to pieces before taking it, but not all of them. As long as you faked resistance with some, the brothel owners did not come down on you. Last night had been the best of them all.
Seonghwaâs laugh broke through your thoughts. âSlut,â he said, amused.
âWhat?â Hongjoong asked eagerly. âWhat did you see?â
âThey broke you well,â Seonghwa said to you. âYou began to like it after a while.â
âYou did?â Hongjoong laughed.
âA lot,â he answered for you. âThatâs definitely a bonus for us,â he said, finishing his breakfast and wiping his mouth. âThat way we can bypass all the tears and fussing. It makes for a really ruined orgasm, and I donât know about you, but I donât like my sluts weeping when Iâm fucking them.â He stood up from his seat and walked over to you. You stayed still as warm hands rested on your shoulders and his lips touched your ear. âUnless itâs because theyâre so overwhelmed and overstimulated they canât take it anymore.â His hands went down your arms and came at level with your breasts, âYou were magnificent last night, Kitten. You took our cocks so well and did so much more than what we expected from you. I fell asleep thinking about your mouth wrapped around my dick, sucking me softly and slowly.â He cupped your breasts through your dress, the gentle touch making you gasp. âAnd your pussyâŠâ he exhaled deeply, âYour sweet pussy really did taste like honey. I wonder who did that? Humans only taste like that if a demon made it that way. I could eat it all day,â he pecked underneath your ear, âAnd have you ride me right after.â He groped your breasts, creating a tightness inside you. âI canât wait to have you to myself.â
âMasterâŠâ you breathed, gripping the edges of your chair as he pinched your nipples through the dress.
Seonghwa chuckled deeply, giving your neck a kiss, âI regret going into work so early now. How can I be expected to be content with a good breakfast when I have your sensitive sex in front of me? Itâs torture itself.â He gave your neck another kiss, then stood up straight. âIâm off, Brothers,â he said, âIâll see you all tonight.â
They waved him goodbye, leaving you with San and Hongjoong. Clearly, the sight of Seonghwa coaxing a reaction from you propelled Hongjoong to do the same. The red-haired demon came up to you next. Standing beside you, he traced your jawline before turning your chin. You looked up at him, seeing the gleam of arousal in his eyes as he examined you.
âItâs a shame Iâm working all day,â he sighed. His thumb traced the bottom lip line, âIâd love to spend the day edging and teasing you until youâre weeping from need.â He crouched beside you, sliding his hand under the arm and into your lap. You jumped in place as he felt beneath your dress. âI imagine this pussy,â he pressed his fingers to your sex, sliding them up and down your slit, âGets very, very, wet if I try hard enough.â He pushed one finger further into the soft material to feel the wetness growing there. He laughed, âAlready getting wet for me, huh? Filthy slut.â He nuzzled your neck as he continued circling your clit, âMy dirty slut. My good whore. All mine, whenever I want you. Iâm supposed to share you with my brothers, as weâd all agreed,â he smiled into your neck as you shifted around his fingers, âBut that doesnât mean I wonât fuck you on their days either. A quick one in the bathroom or in Hwaâs libraryâŠmaybe in the garden after dark, where itâs only you and me and Iâm pumping more of my cum into you. I saw how much you came whenever we finished inside you. Youâre going to be so full, Pet. So fucking full youâll be bursting from that tight hole.â
 âDonât you have sinners to go torture, Joong?â San appeared on the other side of you. âYou know they donât like it when youâre late. Youâre their best Affliction.â
Hongjoong huffed contemptuously, removing his hand from under your dress. âFine,â he grumbled, standing up. âIâll be home after dark.â
âAs always.â
Hongjoong walked out of the room scowling, but this did not bother San. He gave you a gentle smile when you two were the last ones. He put his hand on your knee, tracing circles with his thumb as he spoke.
âYou really were wonderful last night,â he said, looking to where his hand was on your body. âYou were so well behaved and made me cum so hard. Iâve never had a whore who made me cum like that. You really are something special.â
âIâm happy you were pleased, Master,â you responded, doing your best not to melt into his touch.
âI was very, very pleased,â he chuckled. âYou only did for me what any good servant does for her masters; what any good wife would do for her husband.â
So he meant it when he said youâd roleplay as his wife.
âCome with me,â he said, kissing your cheek. âI want to show you our room.â
You followed San from the dining room, through a hall with checkered floors and two staircases going upwards. The space between doors indicated that the rooms inside must be big. You guessed the mastersâ individual rooms by the doors themselves. Seonghwaâs doors had two masked faces on either side of the frame; both gave austere gazes through empty eye sockets, staring straight ahead to the opposite wall. Hongjoong kept succubus decals outside his door, the two slim figures in the same suggestive pose and half-naked. Sanâs doors had two sigils on either door: a shield with two swords crossing over it. This is where you stopped.Â
He opened the door, and led you into a foyer area where you saw a coat rack, key holders, and a mat. Bright yellow walls stretched throughout the main room, with a dark green carpet on the floor. The furniture reminded you of the retro 50âs styles youâd see on television. It came with the old school big televisions, a record player, and matching green couches and an armchair. Paintings on the walls seemed like the kind someone might buy at a thrift store, mass produced with no name. San had not been joking when he said he wanted a housewife.
âThis is obviously the living room,â San said, gesturing to the large room. Even the curtains reminded you of the ones from your grandmotherâs house, a hideous floral pattern that matched the greenery of the room. âYou donât have to worry about cleaning anything since the maids come here and do that, but Iâd like it if you at least pretended you had. You know, mention cleaning something or doing our laundry or whatever comes to you when I come home. I like thinking that you went through the trouble of keeping my house orderly for me.â
âYes, Master.â
âAnd breakfast and lunch is already covered by Cook,â he said, âAll you need to worry about is dinner.â
âIâŠI donât know how to cook very wellâŠâ
âThatâs not a problem. You only need to plan out the dinner meal, and have the kitchen make it for you. Of course, youâll be serving it yourself. I would like you to at least have a drink prepared for me when I come home. I left you a list of drinks I like by the bar,â he pointed to a small bar in the corner.
âHow will I know when you come home?â
âSimple,â he retrieved a laminated paper from the bar and handed it to you, âI have a schedule that youâll be following.â
You read the schedule to yourself as San went to the bar. â6am, regular morning routine with handlers. 7am, wake Husband up-â
â-Preferably with a blowjob or something. Itâs a good start to the day-â
â-7:30am, prepare breakfast-â
â-Cook has a list of foods that I like that you can choose from-â
â-9am, breakfast with Husband-â
â-In our dining room,â he led you into another room, a lovely dining area with a dark wood table and chairs. âItâs only on Sundays that weâd eat with Hongjoong and Seonghwa.â
â-10am, see Husband off to work-â
â-On my days only-â
â-10am to 5pm, clean house and run errands as needed. Prepare self last ten minutes for husband-â
â-No husband likes coming home to a frazzled wife. I like seeing you pretty when I come home-â
â-6pm, dinner with Husband. 7pm, bath and bed routine. 8pm bedtime.â
It was the stereotypical housewife schedule youâd expected. Your own mother followed a similar routine because she didnât know any better. Every woman in your family married right out of high school, had children, cleaned their house, went to their own jobs if they had one, and came home to cook dinner and take care of their husband. Youâd told yourself youâd never follow such a lifestyle. Thereâd been more to life than catering to a man and popping out babies for him.
âWhat do you think?â San asked for your opinion.Â
âThe truth?â
âPreferably.â
âIt reminds me of my mother,â you said, keeping the bittersweetness out of your voice. âShe had the same routine, except she still worked. All day. Every day, she served my deadbeat dad like he was a king. The bastard never showed an ounce of appreciation. She slaved over stoves, vacuum carpets, and cleaned toilets. She did everything he wanted her to do, and he never gave anything back. All he did was take and take and take.âÂ
âTouched a nerve, huh?â San teased with a smile.Â
âI hated him.â
âMost girls with daddy issues had one that loved them too much or not enough. Which one are you?â
âStupid bitch! Youre so goddamn worthless! Why do I even keep you and that brat around?!â
âDarling?â
âI'm sorry, Jack! I'm sorry! I'llâŠI'll remake it, I promise!â
âDarling, you in there?â
âYou got detention again? Why am I not surprised? You might as well quit school, kid. The only thing you'll be smart enough to do is lay on your back!â
âHey, come back to me.â
You snapped back into reality with San's gentle touch. Rough hands sliding over your softer ones soothed the shakiness of your bones. You took notice of his kind eyes, and how they did not seem to delight in your misery. They pitied you. He wrapped a hand behind your neck and another brought you closer to him. His warmth felt comforting now, his spiced scent reminding you of warm cinnamon rolls on a lazy sunday morning. You hated the effects incubus pheromones did to you. They often used them to subdue you; it made you more compliant. But, with San, this did not feel that way.
âMaybe I won't be so strict on my schedule,â he decided, seeing the permanent sadness in your eyes. âMy older brothers will already be enough. You don't need me adding to it-â
â-No, no,â you shook your head. âI will follow your schedule as you asked. You're my master. I'm supposed to please you according to your comfort levels, not mine.â
âBut I want you to enjoy it too,â he said. âYour comfort here means a lot to me.â
âIt does?â
âYes, of course. You're my pet now,â he lifted your chin so you looked at him, âI want to take care of you.âÂ
You couldn't trust the word of a demon. They all lie. Yet, you accepted his false promise.Â
âDid you have siblings?â He asked, hoping to move onto something else.
âNo. It was just the three of us.â
âLucky. I have dozens of half-siblings. My father is the Prince of Lust, so you can imagine that results in a lot of kids,â he chuckled softly. âCambion and full blooded demons in my family tree. I donât even know most of them, since we're all so scattered.âÂ
âThen why do you live with your brothers? Do you have the same mother?â
âWe do," he answered. "Kim Youngmi, the meanest bitch I've had the pleasure of meeting. She doesn't come around much, so it's not such a big deal. We don't really see our dad either, since he isn't really a paternal type."
âI do too,â he then said, âIf it makes you feel better, he's likely down in the circles while you're up here at the top.â
"I wish mine could've been the same way.â
âWe're still in the same place.â
âOh, Darling,â he sighed, âMaybe one day you'll realize exactly where you are. You're not living in a dirty, gross brothel anymore. You're living in the Black Keep high up on the hill in the Land of Depravity. You must understand how important that makes you now.â
San brought you into his arms, eyes growing lustful as he felt down your back. That familiar scent from last night came back, relaxing your tense body. âIt's a shame I can't breed you,â he said, changing subject once again. âIâd love to see you round and swollen with my kid. Theyâd be as beautiful and sweet as you, and as strong as me. They could fill up those empty rooms, pattering around and causing chaos in this place. I really wish we could,â He kissed your lips softly, âBut that doesnât mean I canât try, right? You love it when I cum inside you, donât you?â
âYes,â you breathed as he kissed you again.
He grinned, âGood to know. Knowing you liked that only made me want to fill you up with more of it in each hole.â
The arousal his brothers started stirred in your stomach as San kissed you again. This time he locked his lips with yours and slipped his tongue into your mouth. You let out an involuntary gasp feeling his tongue snake its way inside and brush with yours. San groaned softly, sliding his hands down your back to grab your ass. When he slid his tongue away, he gave several kisses which ended with a tug to your lower lip. Your hands rested on his muscled arms, feeling them flex through his crisp white shirt. For a moment, you imagined him without the upturned horns and the black claws that can rip and tear through you. Heâd be the hot new guy at your office, eager to start working and making money. Youâd be only eager to get into his pants. San pressed you against the dining table, your legs instinctively spread for him.
âSuch a good girl,â he said, starting to kiss down your neck, âReady to go whenever I want.â He stepped back and looked you over. âThey put you in such a short dress.â
âDo you not like it?â
âIâm not a big fan of it,â he admitted, âBut that doesnât stop me at all.â He put his hands on the hem of your dress, and lifted it off of you. In nothing but the white lace bra and panty set Wooyoung put you in, you stayed still to let him look at you. âThisâŠâ he breathed, reaching up to squeeze one of your tits, âThis I certainly donât mind.â
You bit your lip as you watched him start a trail of kisses over your cleavage. Little by little, San tugged down the bra underneath your breasts until the straps came down your shoulders. Your bare flesh exposed to him, San moaned as he took one nipple in his mouth. You grinded into his bulge, big and steadily hardening, when the small sensitive sparks started bursting. His hot tongue traced the wrinkled skin of your nipples, flicking at the peak at the very end while he squeezed them more. You couldnât help yourself from reaching down his hard body to the tent forming in his black slacks.
âMm, yes,â he breathed, giving each nipple a soft bite, âStroke it. Take it out and stroke it for me, Darling.âÂ
You unbuckled his belt, whimpering as he continued sucking on your nipples, and pulled him out. Just as big and hard as last night, your mouth watered feeling the hot, hard muscle twitch in your hand. The temperature between you went up once you both started kissing again, moaning into each otherâs mouths. You found yourself grinding against nothing, eager to have friction against your aching sex. San saw this and turned you around so you stood in front of him. Lifting one of your legs, he placed his thigh up against you while he held you there.
âThere you go, sweetheart,â he said in your ear, âRub against my leg. I want you to leave a little wet spot there for me. Go ahead and make a mess on my pants. I wonât be mad.â
You leaned into him and started rubbing yourself into the hard thigh. Not an ounce of fat on this man; none at all. San was all muscle, which he flexed as you started stroking him again. You continued in time with your humping, whining like a bitch in heat for him. His cock throbbed in your hand in every squeeze of his tip, and he let out a low groan when you reached down to his balls momentarily.
âKeep doing that,â he said, forcing you to keep your hand on them, âIt feels so damn good. I love feeling your pretty hand on my ballsâŠfuck, yesâŠâ
He took hold of your ass to guide you along his thigh. The touch urged you to pleasure him more. His low hums rumbled in his chest as you kissed down his neck. San took a moment to unbutton the first few buttons to give you access to his warm, taupe skin. You rolled his balls in your hand, cupping them how he cupped your ass and giving a gentle squeeze. Your pussy grew wetter the longer you humped his thigh, the juices seeping through your panties and onto his pants.
âGosh, youâre getting so wet, Darling,â he said in a raspy voice, pinching your nipple as you traveled back up his length. âI love it.â
Gosh, he was big. You loved taking in his length and girth. In the real world, heâd likely split you in half but not here. Not when youâre dead, and your body molded to take him in all and every angle. You wanted it again. You picked up the pace on his thigh, whining and jerking him until his precum dripped from the slit. This amused San, who started teasing your nipple again with his fingers. His teasing had you trembling in his grasp, combined with his hard body underneath you.Â
âCum for me,â he said, capturing your lips with his. âCum on my thigh. I want you to make a mess for me to flaunt around.â
Your free hand on his shoulder, you rode out your orgasm. It hit you much harder than youâd expected, your muscles seizing tightly and only relaxing when you finished. Breathing hard into his shoulder, your legs became jelly once again. The strong, muscled demon had no problem pulling you onto his lap against the table and turning you over. Pushing your panties aside, San plunged right into your clenching hole all the way to his balls. He kept your knees on either side of him as he started pumping himself inside you. You put one of his hands on your tits, wanting him to play with them again while he fucked you. He didnât deny you this, and grabbed it exactly how he had before.
Your grunts and moans joined together into the air. Back arching against the hardwood, you lost yourself in San. His cinnamon pheromone filled your lungs, becoming better than any line of cocaine youâd ever snorted. It gave you the energy you needed to keep taking his cock even after an orgasm. You could feel his tip pushing into your g-spot each time, creating a bulge in your lower belly as itâd done last night. San noticed this, staring down where your bodies met and he kept the same depth and pace. You touched right where you felt him the most as if this might pleasure him further, and this aroused him even more.
âTouch yourself for me,â San said in a shaky breath, âRub that clit for me.â
Fingers pressing to your soaked clit, you rolled them around in circles for him. âMasterâŠâ you breathed, âMaster, please donât stop. It feels so fucking good. Donât stop.â
âI wonât, Darling,â he breathed. âI wonât. Just keeping rubbing your pussy like that and I'll keep going as long as you want.â
He then lifted you off the table, holding you in his strong arms as he bounced you up and down on it. You didnât dare question exactly how strong your demon âhusbandâ was, but it had you shaking in his embrace. It might as well be a work out for him with your size. Every deep, hard thrust brought up your volume. You couldnât stop yourself.Â
Thatâs likely why you didnât hear Yunho walk in on you. The butler didnât say anything. He didnât make his presence known to San. He only stood in the doorway, stock still with hands behind his back. Having him watch so intently, maintain eye contact with him as San grunted in your ear, brought on a new orgasm. One of the things youâd liked about the brothel were the lack of walls. The poorer patrons fucked in the open, main lounge in front of everyone.
Yunhoâs gaze turned from stone to enjoyment the longer he watched. He is likely instructed to wait until his masters are done before speaking.
âYunho is here, isnât he?â San said in your ear, breathing hard as his orgasm approached.
âYes.â
âDo you want him to stay and watch or should I send him away?â
You didnât particularly know Yunho other than his position in the house, but having his round puppy eyes focused on you had you burning.
âIâŠâ what would San want?
âIt wonât be his first time.â He pressed his lips to your neck, âThere are peep holes all around the house. In the bathrooms, the dressing rooms, the bathrooms, everywhere. He prefers to watch rather than play.â
âHeâŠHeâŠIâŠâ
âYunho,â San put you back on the table, âCome sit here.â
âYes, Master.â
Yunho took a seat at the table, removing his gloves and placing them on the table. His eyes met yours, and you expected him to touch you, but he didnât. He looked over your face, then down to your breasts and then where San pounded into you. You heard the faint sound of a buckle and zipper before he slid his hand into his pants. San lifted you further and spread you apart so Yunho had a view of him inside you. Yunhoâs mouth fell open at the sight, and he instantly began pumping himself.
âIsnât her cunt pretty, Yunho?â San asked in a smirk, head tilting back as you gripped him tightly.
âVery,â he swallowed, his arm moving slowly up and down.
San withdrew for a moment to rub his length along your sex, making sure to gather all the juices and spread them enough for Yunho to see. When he tapped on it, the light smacks jerked your knees and curled your toes. Yunho could also see the strings of fluids keeping Sanâs length connected to yours. He let out a particularly loud groan seeing your wetness being pooled and played with by his master. You wriggled on the table for San to put his cock back in, but your master did something different. Pulling you by the knees, he made you face Yunho from the other side after bending you over the edge. Yunho leaned back in his chair as you bounced against Sanâs hips, nearly drooling when San grabbed your arms to expose your bouncing breasts.
âLook how hard he is for you,â San moaned in your ear. âIâve never seen him get hard so quickly. Then again,â you almost heard him smile, âYunho has a fetish for humans.â
He instantly started going faster and harder, slowly going over the edge in each thrust. Yunho stayed transfixed on you the entire time. Your mouth hung open once you saw him pull himself from the restraints of his pants. Not as long as his masters, Yunho did have the width that had you wishing heâd join in. You arched your back more so he saw the rest of you. He began stroking faster, and you saw more clear precum sliding down from the head. Thick and red, you nearly drooled seeing it in his big hand.
âFuck, I wanna cum inside you. I want to fill-fill you up, and get you pregnant. Nothing would make me fucking happier,â San said, lifting your knee to the table, bending you forward further and reaching your g-spot once more. âBending you over this table while you're carrying oneâŠHaving you ride me slowâŠfuck, that'd feel so damn good, wouldn't it?â
âYes, yes, Mas-a-ster,â you cried between gritted teeth.Â
âWouldn't you like to see that too, Yunho?â
âYesâŠYes, I wouldâŠâ
"Doesnât my slave fuck nicely?â
âYes, sir.â
âDo you like watching her?â
âYes, sir,â he croaked through a moan as he gripped his chair tightly. His body contorting to his pleasure, the obscene sounds of his slick cock joined his moans. âSheâŠSheâŠâ
âShe, what?â
âSheâsâŠso beautiful. She fucked you so well last night, sir,â he confessed, going faster and shutting his eyes. âIâve never seen humans take a demon cock like that.â
âThatâs what I said,â San took your waist and pinned you to the table. âThatâsâŠThatâs what I said!â
San released his orgasm right at that moment. Yunho quickly came to his at the same time, thick streams sliding down his underside onto his pants. You shook and clawed at the table feeling Sanâs cum spray your insides. The distinct heat and the squishing from below had you crying for more. San gave a few more deep pumps, slowly coming down from his orgasm as he twitched inside you. He said nothing as he withdrew from you, placed you on the table facing Yunho, and showed him your pussy. Messy, sloppy, and oozing with Sanâs demon cum, Yunhoâs orgasm seemed to heighten instead of fall back down.
âA demon of greed and excess,â San explained in a breath, âThey have a hard time letting go of good thingsâŠYou might know something about that.â
Yunho eventually finished, slumping into the chair and tilting his head back. Clearly, creampies were one of Yunhoâs favorite things, from what you guessed by the amount of cum on his pants and shirt.
âIâmâŠIâm sorry, Master,â he breathed, coming back to himself. He grabbed a cloth from his jacket and hurriedly cleaned himself. âIâŠI shouldnât haveâŠâ
âItâs fine, Yunho,â San assured him. âYouâve served us very well. You deserve nice things from time to time. YN didnât mind either,â he said. He looked at his watch, âAh, I have to go.â He ran his hands through his hair and took a deep breath. âGood thing Iâm commentating the arena today,â he breathed in relief, âOtherwise I donât think I can fight on wobbly knees.â You heard him zip up his pants again, then bend over to kiss your shoulder. âGet cleaned up, Darling. Seonghwa wouldnât want you dirty. He hates dirty thingsâŠWell, some things can be dirty, Iâm sure.â
He pecked your lips, patted Yunhoâs shoulder, then walked out of the room. The tension in the room rose, and you immediately closed yourself up. You began pulling your bra back over your breasts, not meeting Yunhoâs eyes as he fixed his suit.
âYou should, um, wash up and rest,â Yunho said awkwardly, finally standing up from his chair. His eyes went back down your body to your sex, which youâve covered back up. âIâll call Yeosang and-â
â-Iâd like to wash myself, if thatâs okay?â
âAlright then, um, yes. Yes, you can do that. You should also give those over to me,â he nodded to your underwear, âTheyâre dirty and you should be wearing fresh ones when Seonghwa comes for his lunch break.â
âPlanning on keeping them?â you hoped teasing might ease the tension.
âNo,â he replied rather defensively. âThe underwear, please.â You removed them and handed them over to him. âThe bathroom is across the room. If you need assistance, just call out his name and Jongho will come to serve you. If youâll excuse me, I have duties to, well, um, attend to."
He stiffly walked out of the dining room. The weight of your newest orgasm left you feeling light and fuzzy. When you slid off the table, the stickiness rubbed your inner thighs and your legs buckled slightly through the apartment. You removed your bra, since you saw no reason to keep it, and went into the bathroom. As you sunk into a warm bath, a giddy sensation filled your stomach. The reality of your situation started growing on you, and sinking its teeth into your veins like a venomous snake. You had a whole house of incubi and demon cock to have at all hours of the day. It sounded so much better than pleasuring the patrons of the House of Kisses.
You sank into the water, letting it engulf you, and imagined what Seonghwa had planned for you.Â
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A/N: what exactly has yn gotten herself into?? It's only getting better from here haha
#pirateeznet#ateez#ateez fanfic#ateez fanfiction#ateez smut#choi san#san x reader#san x yn#san x you#san ateez#san smut
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Big, Hormonal Heart | Bucky Barnes
ă PAIRING: bucky barnes x pregnant!female!reader
ă TROPE/GENRE: established relationship (marriage), fluff fluff fluff
ă SUMMARY: It'd probably take more than one lifetime for Bucky to list reasons why he was so lucky to call you his wife. He was certain your big heart was one of them. One that grew even more with pregnancy hormones. It was sweet, how you to got so upset when they got his order wrong. Your meal was perfectly fine. But when his wasn't? Oh it was a crime.
ă WARNINGS: pregnancy, a dog named Snow and Alpine the cat, pet names (doll, baby, my love, sweetheart), emotional!r (she cries. like, most of the fic), husband!bucky being the sweetest, domesticity and just overall fluff (pretty tame fic ngl)
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A/N: this idea was super random. i saw an insta reel of a pregnant woman having mood swings over some food and then everyone was sharing their experiences in the comments and i got inspired so here ya go alksalkss. DISCLAIMER! I'm not pregnant nor have i ever been lol. I did as much research as i could but still, don't count on me to be 100% accurate.
++ ALSO this was written in just a few hours. this isn't my best work. just something i wanted to write as an exercise since i haven't written anything in months. anyways, i hope you enjoy!
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Bucky Barnes was one lucky man.
If someone had told him years ago that he was going to live in a quaint home in the suburbs, a lovely backyard space for a dog and a cat to enjoy, and that he'd be married to the absolute love of life, an angel on earth who was now carrying his first childâ
He honestly would've stared at them dead in the eye, wondering how someone could make such a cruel joke.
Yet here he was, actually living it, a life that seemed so much like a dream.
Though he was quickly reminded of how real this was as he stood in the nursery, glaring at the manual that came with the crib you two had bought from the furniture store.
It looked simple enough at firstâputting together ready-made pieces should be easy, right?
Wrong.
Not when you have countless amounts of screws that more or less looked the same but were actually not because each served a different purpose.Â
He was in the middle of figuring out how to install the legs to the main base when you walked into the room with your two bodyguardsâAlpine the Cat and Snow the five-year-old Samoyedâin tow.
"How's it going, handsome?" you hummed as you reached his side, arms wrapping around his waist, your warmth immediately easing the frustration he had about this goddamn crib.
"It'sâŠ" he sighed, gesturing at the wooden pieces scattered around the floor. "Going."
You laughed at that, kissing his clothed shoulder before standing in front of him.
Bucky held your waist then, pulling you as close as he could given that your baby bump was in the middle of you both.
He honestly couldn't begin to express how much comfort and warmth covered his whole being every time he was met with the absolute love in your eyes.
And Bucky was sure his gaze shined the same.
So many people have pointed it out on numerous occasions, the twinkle in his eyes every time they land on youâhis beautiful wife.
"I was thinking," you murmured, resting your hands on his chest, moving up his shoulder and down again in a sweet caress. "How about a quick break while we order some food?"
It was only about an hour after lunch, so Bucky wasn't particularly keen on filling his stomach some more.
But you, on the other hand, were nearing the end of your second trimester. It wasn't out of the norm for you to be hungry at this time, given you were eating for two. Plus, there was an added layer that your little peanut probably had some super soldier serum in their DNAâthe baby's appetite could be enhanced for all he knew.
Other than that, the last thing Bucky wanted was an angry and hungry pregnant wife. So it wasn't really a hard decision to make.
"Okay, let's get you something to eat," he said.
Ever the observant person that you were, you quickly noticed his choice of words.
"For me?" you asked, brows furrowed. "You're not hungry?"
Bucky shook his head. "Not really."
Your bottom lip went.
He instantly knew he said the wrong thing.
"But I'm hungry," you murmured, eyes starting to glisten.
He could never explain it even if he tried, but whenever you got upset, your bodyguards always seemed to notice it. The two have always been protective of you and that only grew tenfold when you got pregnant.
Today wasn't an exception.
Snow barked at him, whining his complaints as he put his fifty-pound body between your legs, slightly pushing Bucky back. The furball was well trained though, so his protectiveness never went too far beyond being vocal about it. Alpine, on the other hand, was sitting a foot away, glaring at Buckyâquite the traitor given that she was supposed to be his cat, but he couldn't blame her for loving you, eitherâas if she knew it was his fault you were upset.
But still, Bucky wasn't quite sure what he'd done wrong.
"I know, sweetheart," he said slowly, a little confused, trying to navigate around Snow who was pawing at his leg as if trying to push him further away. "I'll order some food for you."
"But you're not hungry," you repeated, body slumping with sadness.
"I'm not," he agreed, quickly cupping your face when a tear slipped from your eyes. "But hey, hey, that doesn't mean we can't still order food for you, doll."
"No, I know," you sniffled.
"So, what's making you upset, hmm?"
You buried your face in his chest with a shaky breath as you said,
"I don't want to eat alone."
Bucky paused, pressing his lips and swallowing down a laugh because he couldn't have you thinking he was making fun of you. He wasn't. But you were so adorable it made his chest ache.
"Okay, okay," he hummed, kissing the side of your head as he rubbed your back in comfort. "I'll order something for me, too."
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A few minutes later, your little family migrated to the living room. You both were sitting on the couch together, the two furballs sprawled at your feet as a random show played on TV. Various take-out bags covered the coffee table, way too many for two people but hey, that's what fridges and microwaves are for.
Fondness filled Bucky's bones as he watched you settle your food on your lap, doing what he called your Cravings Satisfied Wiggle.
He couldn't contain his chuckle.
You looked at him with furrowed brows, words a little muffled with your mouth full. "What?"
"Happy?" he asked, reaching over to wipe the sauce on the corner of your mouth.
"Very much," you giggled, eyes wrinkling at the corners.
Even after all these years, the sight of your pure joy still made his heart stutter, chest growing warmer when you leaned closer with a pout.
Bucky met you halfway for a short yet sweet kiss.
"Thank you," you hummed, even though there was no need for you to thank him for ordering you food.
"You're welcome, sweetheart."
Reaching over the table, he took the one and only paper bag that was for him, because again, he wasn't that hungry.
"Oh."
"What's wrong?" You turned to him in concern.
"It's not a big deal," he reassured with a smile, shrugging because it really wasn't. "They got mine wrong."
You frowned. "You didn't get the nuggets?"
"No, they give me the burger meal," he said. "They must've misheard me.
Bucky immediately perked up when your lips started to tremble.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly, cupping your face to wipe away your tears.
"Youâ" you sniffled. "You didn't get your nuggets."
Bucky pressed his lips to stop a smile.
God you were so fucking cute.
"It's okay, baby," he soothed. "I'm fine with a burger, too."
You cried even harder.
Snow and Alpine quickly stood, all alert and concerned as they nudged your leg.
"You wanted the nuggets, Bucky," you insisted, choking back a sob. "But you didn't get it."
He carefully pulled you closer, rubbing your back in comfort as you laid your head on his shoulder. "I know, but it's okayâ"
"No, it's not!" you protested, all teary and frustrated, pulling away to glare at him. "You deserve to get what you want. Y-You deserve all the good things after e-everything."
Bucky might honestly start crying too with how sweet you were being.
"Oh doll, come here," he placated, pulling you in for a hug while trying to navigate the food on your lap.
He could take it away for safety, but he'd already learned his lesson the hard way. Taking food away from a pregnant woman was a death sentence.
"I want you to be happy," you sniffled, burying your face against his neck. "You wanted the nuggets and they disrespected that."
It took so much for him not to let out a chuckle. Because as much as Bucky hated to see you crying and upset, he couldn't deny how adorably funny this whole conversation was.
But you'd always had the biggest heart. Whether that was crying over those rescue animal videos, emotional scenes in movies, to feeling upset over something he was experiencingâyour empathy was always high.
What more with the pregnancy hormones in the mix?
"How about I ask them to change it?"
Again, wrong thing to say.
He needed to get better at this.
"But they're probably so stressed and overworked already," you sobbed. "A-And it's about to rain. I don't want the delivery guy to get wet in the rain. T-They already don't get paid enough."
"Hey, hey, it's okay," he hummed, rubbing your back. "Will you look at me, my love?"
You lifted your head then, Bucky's heart aching at the absolute distress on your featuresâpout in full play, eyes a little bloodshot with tear stains on your skin.
He cupped your cheeks with a soft smile, placing gentle kisses all over your face, unrelenting until you let out a whine of protest. He stopped then, thankful to see that you'd calmed down now.
"I promise you, the burger meal is perfectly fine with me. I'm not mad or upset about it. I don't mind it at all," he said.
You took a calming deep breath and nodded. It only took a second for you to look at him sheepishly.
"Sorry I overreacted," you whispered, embarrassed.
"Hey, none of that," he lightly scolded. "All the emotions you're feeling will always be valid."
You smiled, small yet sweet, leaning in and kissing him with as much gratitude as you could muster.
"Besides, it makes me feel so honored to know that you're willing to fight for my chicken nugget rights."
"Shut up, Barnes."
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You and Bucky always had a nightly routine and it usually consisted of the two of you getting ready for bed in your own different ways. They were intertwined, but not exactly the same. Like you'd be doing some skin care in the bathroom while he would be brushing his teeth.
But ever since you got pregnant, your routine became more in sync.
It usually started with a bath that he'd run for you. Most of the time he'd end up joining you, the length of said bath varying since that usually depended on what mood you were in. Bucky was always at the service of meeting his wife's needs, after all.
Recently, now that your bump wasn't particularly easy to navigate, he'd helped you get ready for bed. From getting dressed to your skin care, including rubbing some moisturizer on your stomach. That part was one of his favorite things to do.
Then it was the typical things, getting dressed, brushing your teethâthis one you stopped him from doing it for you even though he was more than willingâand overall just getting ready for bed.
Once youâd settled on the pregnancy pillow that Bucky fluffed up for you, he'd sit near the foot of the bed to give your sore feet a massage while you read a book.
Tonight, right when he was in the middle of doing that, he heard you sniffle.
Bucky looked up in concern, catching you already staring at him with tears already in your eyes.
"What's wrong?" he asked, looking you over. "Does something hurt?"
"No, I-I'm okay. I justâ" You cut yourself off with a sob.
Bucky quickly moved beside you, pulling you onto his lap as he wrapped his arms around your form. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, body shaking as you cried.
"Hey, hey, talk to me," he murmured against your hair. "Tell me what's wrong."
"It's justâ" You let out a shaky breath. "You're always taking care of me."
"Of course, sweetheart, you're my wife," he said. "And not only because it's my duty as your husband, but because I love you so much."
That made you cry even harder.
"I l-love you too, so much," you sobbed. "But I haven't been able to take care of you lately and that's not f-fair."
Bucky felt his heart grow as if it wasn't already bursting at the seams.
How could someone be so selfless and sweet?
"You're pregnant, my love," he stated the obvious reason as to why. "Besides, I'm capable of taking care of myself. It's alright."
"No, it's not," you argued, pulling away slightly to face him. "You deserve to be taken care of, too! You deserve to get pampered a-and a break but you're always fussing over me and taking care of me instead. I'm not helping with any of it. I'm just making it harder for you."
"No, absolutely not," he stated firmly, holding your face in his hands, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. "I love taking care of you. It honestly makes me feel so fulfilled and happy when I do."
"Really?" you sniffled.
"Yes. It's the least I could do with everything that you've been going through right now," he said truthfully, adding with a chuckle, "Hell, if I could carry our baby so you wouldn't have to go through all the pain I would."
That earned him a small laugh.
"But I want to take care of you, too," you admitted after a deep breath.
"You already are," he hummed, thumb stroking your cheek lovingly. "You're taking care of our baby and my heart, and those are very important to me."
You scrunched up your nose adorably.
"That was so cheesy."
"But it's true, though."
You smiled, cupping his face. Bucky turned his head to kiss your palm.
"Thank you," you sighed fondly. "For putting up with me and for everything."
"First off, I'm not putting up with anything," he reassured, kissing your other palm before adding, "Second, you never have to thank me for taking care of you. Never."
You nodded, leaning closer to press your lips against his, pouring all your love and gratitude into it. Bucky kissed you back with the same fervor, never needing words to express what you truly feel for each other.
He felt so contentâfeeling your lips, your fingers tangled in his hair, and your little peanut asking for attention too, kicking the second Bucky rested hand on your bump.
When you let out a soft, needy whine, he was ready to take the kiss even further.
That was until a wet tongue met his cheek.
Bucky groaned in annoyance, pulling away to see Snow giving you a kiss, too. He couldn't be angry at the dog for ruining the moment when your lovely laugh echoed in the air. Alpine jumped on the bed a second later, nudging her head against Bucky's chin before walking over to place a loving paw on your bump.
His smile was as bright as it could be as he watched the scene before him.
A wonderful home, a wholesome family that involved his beautiful, loving wife and two furballs, his family that was only getting bigger in a few monthsâ
Yeah.
Bucky Barnes was one lucky man.
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Another new tumblr page! Welcome welcome!
I was wondering your thoughts on some of the Bleach captains with a very petite s/o? Think like⊠4â8 - 5â2 , teeny tiny lil things. Someone who âlooksâ frail at first glance. Is someone smaller their type? Would that factor into any pursuit? đ You can go into NSFW territory if you like, but Iâd be happy with SFW too!
miniature love(r) || gotei 13
summary/ask: bleach captains with tiny/petite s/o! (height underneath 5â2 / 157 cm tall)
content warnings | manga spoilers!!, separated in sfw/nsfw, sfw- mostly fluff (a little bit of angst) and my personal opinions of them having tiny fem s/o, teasing, kissing and physical affection, mentions of kids and domestic life, i think thatâs it for this part, nsfw - so smut of course (minors dni), fem! reader, neutral skin color reader, yapping too much about kinks ,size kink go BRRRRR, oral (receiving), different sex positions, wlw!!, overstimulation, breeding + pregnancy + kids mentioned, mentions after care + moreâŠ
a/n - #1 i am actually using tumblr last 3 years but i just recently got back into writing lol and you got my european ass to convert those feetâs and inches to centimeters, đŠ i am like 5â8-9 feet ( around 175 cm-ish tall ) so please if i didnât get a good point in this writing im sorry đ, didnât write for old man Yama, sorry not sorry honestly, heâs best grandpa tho <3
#2 also to say i wrote for captains in that picture (start of tybw lineup) if you are interested in past/future captains please send me a request! i donât mind doing them later on~ Toshiro is aged up (grown up/him using his complete bankai)!
SFW!
SuĂŹ-FÄng is interesting one since she is not the tallest one (as tall as 150 cm (4'11")) definitely so she is leaning more into taller or at least average sized ones. However i donât think she minds someone around her height, they can get each other struggles and solve then like you climbing on her shoulders to get a food from a high cabinet in a kitchen or gets in a tiny space together comfortably, yeah i think she is content with it!
RĆjĆ«rĆ Ćtoribashi would like to have someone dandy on his side, dressing you up in fancy clothes and accessories. Having you as his dress up doll at home~ (sorry this is dry, i donât like his characters that much lol)
Retsu (Yachiru) Unohana isnât that tall either being 159 cm (5'2Âœ") tall but her terrifying aura so there is no one pick on you and definitely not her in entire Seireitei so thatâs nice <3 However i see her personal preference is someone taller but she also doesnât mind having âa puppyâ following her in free time ;)
Shinji Hirako, this little shit of a man would tease you till a day you die, picking on you as you are just trying to do your job or just passing by, he would put just get your paperwork and lift it that his lanky ass could reach and stuck his tongue out at you, eventually giving in and giving it back with a playful grin and a kiss on a side of your cheek as a apology, saying he wonât tease you again and then teasing you AGAIN not even an hour later đ€Šââïž
Byakuya Kuchiki would honestly prefer someone who is tiny imo, that has already been proven right since he was with Hisana who is most likely same size as Rukia so there is no doubt. As a head of a clan he likes the feeling that his dearest could rely on him in anything, call it whatever you want but it brings him a sense of something he lost once and he is not planning to lose it again.
Sajin Komamura is TALLEST one 288 cm (9'5Âœ") so as i said he would be probably more found of someone taller or average sizedâŠhowever! thatâs doesnât mean he wouldnât enjoy having you around, in both of his forms he would carry you bridal style at late night hours or when Seireitei is empty so you two could have your time without having a fear of being judged or made fun of because of your appearances.
Shunsui KyĆraku, this man hoe likes every woman. He is a proud women lover. He loves any shape, size and complexion in women, he would absolutely adore having you close to him anywhere, especially in his bed late at night as he brushes your wedding rings together :)
Kensei Muguruma is on a more neutral side since i can see him wanting a tall and strong s/o he can fight and train with, but something in me is telling me that heâs a traditional man, he likes to be needed and wanted, be able to stood out in front of you proud, strong and straight to protect you.
TĆshirĆ Hitsugaya would finally be relieved that there is another person that is small, heâs so mf tiny that you are just maybe slightly taller than him anyway, in his true bankai form heâs around Byakuyaâs height so he just might indulge himself into telling you a slight teasing comment, yeah i think he would like someone tiny to match him-
Kenpachi Zaraki would have a smaller s/o without a need for you to be smaller than an average woman in height, heâs like tall-tall, strong and intimidating compared with every race anyway. However i do have a feeling that he would like to have someone so dandy and small like Yachiru since she is a practically a part of his soul so he is found of tiny and cute things. Since his little Yachiru left ( :( ) you had become one who would sit on his shoulder as you two have to go anywhere, imo he probably wishes that one day if you two had a little kid together that it would be little girl who is his eyes is a little Yachiru who you two take care of, but this one have a little eyes just like yours and he likes that very much <3
Mayuri Kurotsuchi, this is weird one because i can see him not really having a type? He barely likes anyone, yet your tiny ass got underneath his skin and now you are here for him. Following him as you two raise Nemuri together, you 3 now looking like a real family!
JĆ«shirĆ Ukitake :( gosh i love him so much, anyway he is so nice with you, since you both are physically not very strong, it would make it easy but he fears he couldnât protect you in time because of his fragile body :( yeah, can definitely see him with tiny s/o <3
NSFW!
SuĂŹ-FÄng - i think she loves classic scissoring as you two play w each otherâs clits, canât go well with that one and also, just sit on her face when sheâs angry and donât you dare to put only 10 percents of your body weight on her, fucking sit on it like a chair and let her spend her big mouth on a good job between your legs~
RĆjĆ«rĆ Ćtoribashi - into Dacryphilia, absolutely loves when you get all pretty and dolled up especially in tiny dress, Pretzel Dip or missionary as you cry from overstimulation, looking so ruined and perfect just for him <3
Retsu (Yachiru) Unohana - man, if you havenât died when she showed a 8 inch strap up your vagina and fucked you like she hate your guts you are good đ anyway, she fucking loves when you ride her or when she puts you in a mating press, absolutely filthy as she splits in your mouth you just because. ( she had a secret breeding kink but shush đ€« donât say you heard it from me, also i got some trans!Unohana thoughs, anyone interested in hearing it? comment down please!)
Shinji Hirako - heâs such a meanie in bed too âčïž, i mean he would literally yank you back by your ankle and continue giving you head with his pierced tongue, gosh the overstimulation is crazyyyy with him. Absolutely loves snuggling after it and his hand sliding on your side gently as it went to tease your kitty cat AGAIN-
Byakuya Kuchiki - he must be in love w you if he brings you to his bed so missionary or any position where he can see your face and kiss it is a must, he makes love with you and genuinely only fuckes you if he is jealous or mad, probably have a savior kinks/hints of it sometimes + soft kisses down your back as he praises you after đ„č
Sajin Komamura - (human version) when you two have sex he canât help but to have a need to make you his because of wolf genetics in him so pretzel dip or prone bone are his favorite positions to make your tiny mind mindless as he might just cums inside if you especially in spring đ€
Shunsui KyĆraku - loves cowgirl/any version of it so he doesnât have to do too much at least at the start, see you bouncing on top of his cook as itâs tip bullies your cervix is a fever dream, pressing against your lower back or tummy just for your pussy get a death grip on his dick, isnât fully interested in pulling out so pregnancy is inevitable sooner or later my dear đ«Ą
Kensei Muguruma - he is a simple man so he goes doggy or full nelson, fucks to fucks and myb slightly into bondage?? absolutely makes you squirt by fingering you, hate sex??? he absolutely demolish your poor pussy if you flirt w Shinji or Rose, he will kiss your forehead after it tho <3
TĆshirĆ Hitsugaya - (grown up version) doesnât have that high of a sex drive but he adores you so he indulge into your horny cravings of him, loves spooning or Scissoring (just mlw) so he can kiss your shoulders or forehead as he for sure makes you cum couple of times at end of the night, secretly loves cookwarming but shushhh đ«ą
Kenpachi Zaraki - actually fuckes you in every position possible and everywhere you can imagine, loves stand and deliver (The Bicycle position) as he is chocking you while pounding into your tight kitty, your bodies only stability is his arm that you are gripping for dear life and yes, he isnât pulling out since he say so <3
Mayuri Kurotsuchi - doesnât have that high of sex drive but he would absolutely make you deepthroath his length if you are bratty enough, probably some doctor/patient roleplay, people of Seireitei are scared to see his genuine smile if they see a little girl with both of your features??
JĆ«shirĆ Ukitake - my sweet man can only had cow girl/variations + missionary sex position with you so he doesnât finish too soon, absolutely PERFECT with his fingers and has a praise kink so absolutely praise the living shit out of him as you make love underneath the moonlight all night long so he can be happy <333
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hi hun! Love ya work and everything bout it đŒđŒ deserve more recognition fr Iâm not too sure bout your rules for asks so feel free to deny but but but itâs rotting at my brain and I need it satisfied đ but reader being a brat and bakugo going to punish her at home but then she falls sick and it turns into domestic bakugo taking care of reader mhm? Iâm so sick rn and I want domestic but I also want like Ughughugh idk babe do what you want with it just brain worms LOL
implied smut, fluff, comfort, domestic katsuki !
ping!
the notification goes instantly to his phone, you putting your phone down and laying against the mattress the both of you shared. your phone immediately goes off, taking a peak and its just him rambling to himself practically..
âim going to fuck you up.â
âkeep playin with me at work and im going to play in your pussy next.â
you smile to the phone, but your stomach somewhat churns for whatever reason. you probably have another stomach bug, being prone to stomach issues and back issues. you reply really quickly, tossing your phone and groaning into the pillow in the fetal position.
it doesnt take long for him to get home, however. he busting through the room and seeing you curled up, he thinks your ready for him to take you like he did last weekend.. but somethingâs off, your skin is greenish and clammy. âhey.. you good? the matter?â
âdont feel good.â you mumble, hands clutch your stomach and moan. âsorry.. i know you were excited about fuckingââ
âhoe, shut up.â he grunts, scooping you up and taking you to the bathroom. âwhere does it hurt?â he asks, watching you lift your shirt and he feels around. âhere?â he asks, rubbing your neck and kissing your cheek. âsounds like you got another stomach virus.â
âyeah.. you dont have to be aroundââ
âdidnt i just tell you to hush it?â he asks, flicking your head and starting a bath. the watersâ cool, him slowly settling you inside. âsit here for a sec, relax and ill fix some food.â he mumbles, talking about hes calling for the next week.
âyou dont have to..â you mumble watching him untie his boots.
âi do, because i know im going to get sick and its for sickness and in health, stupid.â he replied, glaring at you. âyou do know that i love you, right?â
you nod, feeling some what better.
eventually, he has you take some herbal tea and put you on the bed. âjust rest, youll be okayâ and weâll figure it out.â
âare you mad that we cant fuck..?â
âhave you or have you not been dating me for four years?â he asks like you had six heads, putting a hand on your stomach. âno im not mad, yes i still love you, no i wont hold it against you, no im not mad i got to miss work, yes i will stay with you.â
note taken.
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hey! I'm not really into nsfw stuff- sooo would you like to do something soft with reo? đ like, idk, him as a husband or father so with a family? THANK YOU SO MUCH đđ
âźâË domestic reo headcanons âźâË
a/n: this is so brain rotted i canât even lie i think reo is just so easy to romanticize. pure fluff.
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âź I actually love this because i headcanon that reo would be a great dad :D at the very least heâd be extremely supportive of whatever his children wanted to do in their lives. He wouldnât force them to follow in his footsteps like his father and heâd use whatever devices he could to ensure they can comfortably follow the path they choose.
âź Would post about all his childrenâs accomplishments, or if you guys didnât feel comfortable posting the kids heâd still take any chance to tell everyone about it - even his teammates who literally donât care that his son got the highest score on the spelling test (theyâre happy for him though). He secretly enjoys scrapbooking for his kids but theyâre âyour booksâ and he âjust helps you with it sometimesâ. (heâs the one who took almost all the pictures and saved every piece of paper his kid has ever drawn on)
âź Reo is a charming husband, so charming and sweet itâs hard to be mad at him. Heâs a bit lacking in cleaning/caretaking capabilities when it comes to the home but he puts in the effort??? He tries his best and if he does a bad job he always makes it up to you one way or another. In all honesty, heâs probably already hired people to do that (forgot this man is inheriting a multi millionaire dollar corporation).
âź Reo is however very good at taking care of children. Once he has a clear grasp of their needs, he finds it to be really enjoyable and fulfilling. He takes a lot of pride in whatever happiness and comfort he can bring to his kids. He hates the sound of his babies crying, not because itâs annoying (though he complains about that too) but because it genuinely hurts his soul. He can be a bit too worrisome about it sometimes - heâs totally the type of person to look up his childâs symptoms and freak out over seeing all the worst case scenarios.
âź The one thing that reo particularly excels at is taking care of you when youâre sick. He can always tell when youâre not feeling your best and he immediately harps on you. He doesnât know how to cook very well but he knows how to make a few different kinds of warm foods to fill your stomach and give you a little energy. Heâd absolutely refuse to stay away from you (unless it was a seriously contagious illness or if you guys had a baby that couldâve gotten sick). Doesnât care if youâre sneezing and coughing and wheezing, he wants to feed you and hold you and kiss your hot head until it cools down and everything is better again. His goal is always to make sure you get better as soon as possible and wonât let you do anything but rest and relax until then.
âź Reo is an incredible gift giver! Iâve certainly mentioned this in another hc post, but he is always out and about buying you little things that remind him of you. If you guys have a kid thatâs just more gifts heâll have to get and the thought of that honestly excites him.
âź Anything can happen butâŠreo with a daughterâŠguysâŠ.
âź he would be the sweetest girl dad! would do everything in his power to make her believe sheâs an actual princess and heâs just one of her loyal servants. Spoils her rotten and doesnât feel bad about it.
âź Youâd have to explain to him how this could negatively affect your daughter and it would break his heart. Heâd go into theatrics trying to refute it because âWhat do you mean I canât let her have everything she wants?â and âWhat if she cries? You want me to make my daughter cry?â he gets it eventually, but remains reluctant lol.
âź Heâd love playing sports with his kids. Would try to get them into soccer but if they end up liking another sport heâs still just as hype. Isnât initially familiar with the concept of letting the kids win but soon realized he has to level with the speed of their little legs.
âź I donât have any specific hcâs for him as a boy dad but heâd be just as great of course - heâd make sure his son sees how women should be treated based on how he treats you!
âź If he could find a way to make you the total world ruler he would because he truly believes youâre the most capable person. Heâs the kind of husband who lets you run things for the most part but is always there to step in when you need a break or if you just want him by your side. Would call for an emergency flight back home from whatever country heâs training in just because you said you didnât wanna go to parent teacher night alone.
âź He loves doing mundane tasks with you, but always tries to âmake it a bit more funâ as he says - which basically means he puts away the clothes you fold while you listen to him crack really bad jokes at you, gossip about his teammates, or try to sing and serenade you with his MANY playlists heâs made dedicated to you. On days you both have nothing going on he follows you around the house like a lost puppy, which is slightly annoying but it also means you have four hands to do stuff because heâs a participator above all else.
âź Reo always makes sure to show his appreciation for how hard you work whether itâs at your job, taking care of the kids/house, or both. He takes time alone with you very seriously, even as your lives get busier and your family grows he always makes sure thereâs time for the two of you to just be together and be in love. Always jokes about how you guys need to keep the romance going. He has small romantic gestures that he indulges you in throughout the day: kissing you on the cheek, brushing your hair out of your face/tying it back for you if you if you need (taking his hair tie out for you to use), hugging you a little tighter just before you get up, running a bath for the both of you, massaging your shoulders while you talk.
to be fully honest with you guys, i have never in my life wanted to have kids so it was a bit hard for me to imagine what being happy with children would be like LMAO but alas i did my best. stay safe and stay cool. - aria :3
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GINAAA MY GIRL!
Sending you a dadstarion prompt because you already know I LOVEEE your dadstarion content.
How did Tav find out she was pregnant with baby Gale? And how did Astarion react to the news?! Inquiring minds want to know.
To have and to hold.
Such a lovely prompt, my friend! Hope you like it!
Summary: Astarion turned mortal a few months ago, and this is his first-time experiencing illness of any kind. Unfortunately, as soon as he recovers, you start to show signs of sickness as well. Your condition is a bit different from his, though. (For more of this series check out the âDadstarionâ section of my master list.)
Tags/Warnings: Dadstarion, domestic af, fluff, talk of illness, talk of vomiting, the mildest of angst with the mostest of comfort, pregnancy, etc.
A/N: I work in healthcare, not law, so I canât guarantee the legalese is accurate lol.
Word count: 2.3K
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âDonât come closer, darling, Iâm disgusting.â Astarion groans from where you find him one morning, curled up on the bathroom floor.
It had been a few months since Gale of Waterdeep cast Wish, and from that moment until now the retired rogue had been a happy, healthy mortal. There were so many benefits to curing his vampirism that the elf never fully considered one of the major downsides⊠illness.
Heâd never experienced a malady like this in his life. At least not in the one he could remember.
Itâs horrible.
How had his little love or any of his friends endured this, more than once, in the past ten years?
Astarion is quite certain he contracted food poisoning from that questionable slab of salmon he ate at the Blushing Mermaid yesterday evening. He never did understand why you liked eating at that lowbrow tavern in the first place.
You crouch to examine your husband, pressing a soothing hand onto his forehead before running it down to cup his cheek.
âAstarion, my love, you have a fever.â You murmur, frowning with concern as you push sweaty curls from his face.
âPlease make more obvious observations, dear,â Astarion gripes as he forces himself to sit up, still clutching his stomach. Gods, the vile churning in his gut is incessant.
Heâs about to continue on with his quip, but the sudden urge to be sick forces the elf to shut up and scramble to the toilet. You hear the sounds of violent retching moments later.
âWe are never going back to the Blushing Mermaid,â Astarion grumbles once the wave of illness subsides. His face is pressed against the toilet; all sense of decorum is gone. The rotten fish poisoning his insides won over any bits of pride he might have been clinging to.
You move to grab a wash rag, dampening it under the tap before kneeling back down by your husband.
âPoor thing,â You coo, folding the cloth in half before dabbing it against the back of Astarionâs neck, hoping to ease the fever.
The elfâs eyes flutter closed as he allows you to fawn over him for a moment. And then he groans and flicks his hand, palm faced downward, as if trying to shoo you away. His voice is hoarse when he says, âJust leave me here and go get ready for your meeting, darling. Iâll be fine.â
âIn sickness and in health, remember?â You ask, running the cool cloth over Astarionâs face, causing him to sigh thankfully at the slight relief, âIâll send word to the other Counsellors to inform them that I wonât be attending. Youâve never been ill before; I donât want to leave you like this. Wyll can fill me in later.â
âYes, âin sickness and in healthâ and all that, darling, but those vows also included âuntil death do us partâ and I was an immortal vampire when we made them. So you were technically entering that verbal contract under false pretenses, which one could argue means itâs null and void. Go to the meeting, itâsââ
Astarion almost manages to finish his rambling legalese before more putrid liquid spews out of his mouth. When heâs finished vomiting, he whines again, any bit of stubborn resilience and feeble attempts at selflessness abandoned.
âOn second thought, maybe you should stay here,â He says, his chest heaving with exertion as he clenches his eyes shut, âPlease tell me you have a spell for this.â
âUnfortunately not, my love. I only have a spell for curses. Best I can do is half a bottle of Elixir of Health, some ginger-peppermint tea, and a bath.â You sigh, already crossing the bathroom on your way to the tub. You fiddle with the taps for a moment to start the bath and then begin to pour oils into the flowing water.
âDeal,â Your husband mutters, peeling off his sweat-soaked night shirt, âBut none of that vile honey you got at the market here in town for my tea; I want the one Shadowheart and Laeâzel sent from Neverwinter.â
âAnything you say, Lord Ancunin.â You joke, rolling your eyes at your husbandâs fussiness. Heâd barely regained his sense of taste a few months ago and already favored upscale ingredients and meals, as if mortal food hadnât been but ash in his mouth for two hundred years.
The elf glares at your insolence but doesnât retort; heâs too busy trying to keep himself from vomiting again.
*
The following morning, Astarion wakes feeling much better. Practically brand new, in fact. It seems the potion and your strange flower child medicine must have done the trick. He sighs a breath of relief and then rolls to snuggle against you for a few more precious moments. He reaches his arms out and grasps at nothing but air.
The silver-haired elf immediately frowns and sits up. Thatâs exceptionally odd. You were not a morning person; you never had been in the ten years heâd known you. You always slept in longer than him, even in the wilds. On more than one occasion heâd had to lure you out of your nearly comatose slumber with the tempting smells of coffee and breakfast.
Astarion hears you gagging in the bathroom and goes to investigate. He soon finds you clinging to the toilet, practically mirroring how he looked the day prior.
âOh no, little love, do you think you have food poisoning, too?â He questions, frowning slightly before kneeling down to press his hand against your forehead just like youâd done to him, âNo fever, though.â
You whine, leaning into your husbandâs hand before grumbling, âDamn the Blushing Mermaid straight to Stygia! Why do I even like that place, again?â
Astarion laughs, âIâve been wondering the same thing for years, dear. I hope now youâll finally reconsider. Do you want some tea and a bath?â
âPlease,â You say, just before another wave of nausea hits you, forcing you to throw your head into the toilet and gag. Frustratingly, not much actually comes out despite the waves of sickness coursing through your body.
Gods, you wish you could simply vomit and feel relief.
Astarion begins to prepare the appropriate remedies, much like youâd done for him the day before. Thankfully, you seem to recover much faster than he did, and by midday you look and feel completely normal.
Good thing, too. You two were out of any elixirs that may have helped you had your ailment been as severe as Astarion's.
âPerhaps Iâm just a better healer than you, darling.â The silver-haired elf teases as the two of you take afternoon tea in the sunroom.
âPerhaps Iâm just stronger and more resilient than you, my love.â You retort, wrinkling your nose in jest at your husband.
He chuckles softly and then presses a kiss to your nose, âAgree to disagree.â
*
Astarion thinks the two of you are past this bit of bad luck, but when he wakes the following morning, he hears you retching once again.
When the elf finds you in the bathroom, appearing as almost an exact repeat of yesterday, though perhaps a bit worse, his brow furrows.
âDarling, I'm worried now. You look more ill than before. Perhaps we should take a trip to Jaheira? I can head to the apothecary for another Elixir of Health while she looks you over.â He murmurs gently, extending his hands to pull you to your feet.
You simply nod in agreement, too nauseated to do more than follow your husbandâs lead as he slips you into a set of robes and ushers you into the carriage.
*
When Astarion returns to Jaheiraâs after dashing out to the apothecary, he finds you sitting at the druidâs dining table. The two of you stop whatever hushed conversation youâd been having and turn to look at him in unison.
âFeeling any better, Tav?â He asks, coming to stand by your side before placing a worried hand upon your shoulder. You simply cover your hand with his and nod in response.
âMuch better,â You say, flashing your husband a small smile. Something about your expression looks hazed, as if youâre stuck in a daydream. Poor thing, you're probably exhausted and experiencing brain fog.
âIâm sure youâll be just fine with the teas and medicinals Iâve given you,â Jaheira assures, her eyes flickering between the two of you. She grins for the briefest moment before falling back into her typical, more serious demeanor.
Astarion swears he feels like something is off, but when he turns to give you a questioning look, youâre the picture of happiness as you sip from your tea cup, finishing it off.
Well, at least youâre doing what Jaheira has prescribed.
âWhat about the Elixir of Health Iâve just purchased?â Your husband asks, lifting the bag in his hand, âWill that help?â
âOh, I recommend you keep it for something else. I donât think Tav needs it for this,â The druid responds before standing, signaling itâs the end of the visit. She was always quite straight forward and lacking in certain genteel social graces, in Astarionâs opinion.
âNow if youâll excuse me, I have a meeting with the Harpers.â
You quickly bid your goodbyes and Astarion helps you back into the carriage, eager to get you back to bed so that you can sleep off the rest of this sickness.
*
Astarion notices youâre uncharacteristically quiet on the carriage ride home. He typically doesnât mind when youâre in one of your pensive, stoic moods. But this illness of yours had him more anxious than usual and he had to know more about Jaheiraâs examination results, if only to ease his own worries.
âDarling,â He starts, taking your hand in his. But you donât seem to hear him; youâre still lost in your own little world.
âMy love,â He says, this time a bit more urgently, squeezing your hand just enough to pull your attention to him, âWhat did Jaheira say, exactly? Did she mention how long this illness will last?â
âOh, the nausea will probably go on for a few weeks,â You reply, a goofy, lopsided smile breaking across your face. You cannot stifle your grin at the little secret you know youâll be unable to keep for more than a few moments longer.
âWeeks?â Astarion questions, his voice pitching up with worry and brows stitching together in concern.
Why in the hells are you smiling? What druid bullshit was in the tea Jaheira gave you?
He folds his arms across his chest, not at all pleased by the lack of seriousness you seem to display. The idea of you being sick for weeks makes his heart hurt and his stomach churn as if heâs still sick. He could never stand to see you uncomfortable.
âTav, are you drugged? This is serious. I fail to see what there is to be smiling about right now. Youâre going to be nauseous for weeks and you canât use an Elixir of Health? Are you absolutely sure Jaheira even knows what sheâsââ
âIâm pregnant, Astarion,â You interrupt, and you cannot help but to laugh at your husband as his mouth hangs open mid-sentence, frozen in shock.
He blinks for a moment or two, otherwise completely still as his brain rushes to process the new information.
When the elf finally regains his composure and finds his ability to speak, he shoots out a flustered, rambled, âDarling, Iâ Iâm sorry, can you repeat that? Iâm not certain I heard you correctly. The road is quite bumpy and the wheels of the carriage are loudâ I think they need oilâ and the horsesââ
You laugh and firmly grasp your husbandâs hand, wholly capturing his attention before murmuring, âYou ridiculous elf. You heard me the first time. Iâm pregnant, Astarion.â
You donât think youâve ever seen a bigger grin cross your husbandâs face.
âTav, darling, Iâ gods, just come here to me.â
Astarionâs lips crash into yours, and heâs smiling into the kiss as he threads a hand through your hair, intent on pressing you closer into him. A tiny, delighted hum escapes your husband as he uses the kiss to express all the feelings he cannot yet put into words.
When he finally pulls away, he cups your face with his hands and peppers a few more kisses upon your lips.
âIs this your way of telling me youâre happy about this, Astarion?â You ask, grinning at your husband as he gazes upon you with the most besotted eyes youâve ever seen.
âThrilled, my love,â He whispers, before pressing forward to kiss you again, trying to convey the depth of his excitement with his affections. He doesnât let go of you the rest of the way home, almost desperate to cover you in worshipful kisses, each one a little vow of love to you.
You notice he's unusually quiet, but then, heâs far too busy smiling and smooching to do much talking.
*
Later that evening, you move to get out of bed and head toward the bedchamber door.
âAh, ah, ah. Where do you think youâre going, little love?â Astarion calls, already tossing his book aside to follow after you, âWhat do you need? Let me bring it to you.â
âI just wanted a cup of water, Astarion. I can go getââ You start, but he quickly presses a kiss to your lips, effectively quieting you.
âHush, my love. Youâre still nauseated and youâre carrying very precious cargo.â He gently chastises as he turns you by your shoulders and steers you back toward the bed.
âYouâre being dramatic,â You grumble, sitting back down in the bed and wrinkling your nose at your husband.
âPerhaps,â He agrees, grinning down at you as he gently folds the blankets back around your legs, âBut you knew exactly the type of theatrics you signed up for when you married me, darling. 'To have and to hold, to love and to cherish' and all that, hm?â
And in that moment, Astarion was certain heâd never love and cherish anything more than you.
Nine months later, the little silver-haired newborn he held in his arms would prove him wrong.
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Breakfast fluff
G. Satoru â ăăšă
NOTE : pls ignore errors i have neither slept nor proofread this đ i'm just craving breakfast so bad rn which is funny considering i hate cooking breakfast lol
SUMMARY â waking up to Gojo making breakfast and fussing over the kids on a typical Sunday
CONTENT â domestic fluff, just a wholesome morning with hubby Gojo
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reblogs and comments help a lot ! enjoy reading :)
It's a very early morning. The sunlight through the sheer curtains is soft. You take your time getting out of bed, soaking up the enjoyable softness of the blankets and pillows. Though you're quick to miss the warmth that you usually wake up to. Blinking awake and going into the bathroom, Satoru hears the soft thumping of your footsteps down the hallway and smiles to himself.
Satoru's not usually an early riser, in fact he usually stays in bed with you and locks an arm around your waist when you try to leave. But it's a Sunday morning, and Sunday mornings were special. Because it became a tradition to go down to the bustling market, clutching the week's savings in his hand, and buy thick bacon and eggs. The freshest kind.
You and Satoru were living in a bare bones apartment with sparse money, as two young "parents" with three tots under your wings. Somehow, you two made it work, even though there were struggles you smiled through them and never strayed from each other's sides. He'd often work the night shift, and come home at ungodly hours so tired that he melted into your body like a sick child, aching for your affectionate touch.
While you lazily carry out your morning routine in the other room, the kids crowd around Satoru as he stands in the kitchen â trying desperately to balance the chaos of entertaining Yuji, Nobara and Megumi while simultaneously cooking up breakfast.
And he cooks breakfast with such meticulousness. He considers it an art form. There's a remarkable swiftness in the way that he wields a kitchen knife to cut the bacon block into strips, and a talent in the way he cracks open eggs with one hand.
" Nobara, Yuji, what are you yelling about ? "
A little voice whined, " Nobara bit me ! "
" Nobara, don't bite Yuji. " Satoru lectured softly, eyes focused on the food cooking in the pan.
" I only did it because he tried to take your sweeties out of the pantry, dad ! " she reasoned.
" Don't eat my sweeties Yuji, you can have some later today â smell this ? Daddy's cooking up yummy breakfast so don't spoil your appetite, okay. You're gonna love it. "
The bacon and eggs crackle and pop in the oiled pan, sometimes so loudly that it makes Megumi jump in fright.
" Gumi, don't stand too close to the skillet. " Satoru warns, placing a hand on his head of messy bed hair and ruffling it, causing it to look even more unruly.
A steamy breakfast aroma wafts down the hallway and satisfyingly fills your lungs. You can hear the four of them chattering and Satoru's interspersed mini-lectures.
You look at them from the doorframe, Yuji and Nobara run out the other way into the interleading sitting room.
" Who's that peering 'round the corner ? " Satoru playfully teases, his voice bringing you warmth.
" Maaa. " Megumi groans and trots over to you, giving you as big of a hug as his little body could manage.
You comb your fingers through his hair, fixing up the mess that Satoru's previous ruffling caused â as usual.
And he flashes a look behind him at you, winking like a cheeky flirt. His smile is so big because of how purely happy the sight of you makes him; especially with that bleary-eyed morning face. You look so cozy, it makes his heart lurch to see you wearing his oversized t-shirt.
" Hey ! You didn't give me a morning hug ! " Satoru pouts and complains to his son.
Megumi groans. With a small encouragement from you, he quickly dives in for a rushed and almost shy hug. His arms wrap around Satoru's legs. And like the menace your husband is, he ruffles Megumi's hair to ruin again â making the boy groan annoyedly and break the hug.
" Ugh, daaad stop. Mom just fixed my hair. " Megumi grimaced, promptly running away when Satoru smiled down at him evilly â because that smile was the one he made before going in for tickles. And tickles from Satoru? They were devastating, truly.
So little footsteps thump out of the kitchen and the two loud voices that have been sounding from the sitting room become three loud voices. You notice how Megumi's accent takes after Satoru's rather than yours, and it warms your heart.
You approach the stressed, apron-clad chef and immediately he turns around to engulf you in an energetic kiss and embrace.
" You're burning the bacon, dad. " you giggle, face squishing into his torso.
" NOOO â shitshitshit. " he mutters under his breath, lips tingling from that tasty kiss he just snatched off your lips.
" Language, 'Toru. " you murmur at him, arms wrapping around his slim waist. You give him butterflies and then he loses all composure, causing a burnt disaster in the pan. The eggs are crusted brown, the bacon is glitterring as it sizzles a deep color.
Automatically, you go around the kitchen collecting and preparing plates and cutlery for the meal. The clang and clash of plastic reminds you that today is a big deal; you and Satoru were going to go out and use the rest of your weekly savings on new kitchenware.
Stopping for a moment to amire the attractive view of your husband's physique from behind, while he rather chaotically shovels the cooked contents of the pan out onto the serving plate that you slide next to him.
" Ah the bacon is saved. . . " he breathes in relief.
The sizzling food finds its home on plates. Satoru steals a quick kiss.
And then another. And another and another until the two of you zone out for a moment and feel like you're just two teenagers again, stealing lovey dovey kisses on your way to morning classes, of course his lips always caused you to be you late to everything back then.
But before you and Satoru can completely intertwine like lovers, there's the common interrruption of Yuji's wailing coming from the sitting room. You and your husband exchange those parental sighs and smiles, before you head into the other room to fix the little commotion. Poor Yuji complains to you through teary eyes that Nobara bit him "for being annoying" and Megumi is just wandering back into the kitchen to help his dad serve up breakfast without him even needing to be asked. He was just a sweet boy like that.
And it's a good meal. One that hits all the spots. You wish you could have more, even though Satoru did put from his plate onto yours throughout the meal. It's a caring habit of his that you never realize until after you've devoured everything. You pay him thanks with a tasty kiss, and he smiles into it like he always does.
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hello :) may i ask a husband nanami headcanons? your so talented!
a/n: ty anon !!! i hope u like this :3
warnings: (in second half of post) pregnancy kink? breeding / creampie kink ofc, consensual somnophilia, praise, pet names
i. sfw headcanons
nanami is so sweet when he first proposes to you! ofc you have sex on the daily or weekly but when heâs reading his speech to you when heâs kneeling down itâs so sweet that you cry
and this dude wonders why youâre tearing up when his words literally mirror a poetâs LMFAO
nanami proposes at a quiet place only the two of you frequent, to avoid unwanted attention like crowds (heâs just thinking about gojo and how annoying he would be)
but also because he just wants it to be as special as he can make it out to be
honestly, if the whole kuantan thing works out he would love to propose there while the waves and horizon set the scene naturally. like he already knew he wanted to retire from being a jujutsu sorcerer here but he just melts when youâre here too. everything wrapped up in one, and the tear-filled âyes!!!â makes him jump and warms his heart
has a dinner laid out for you and everything and if the beach is deserted he wouldnât mind having u right there LOL hes quiet but freaky just sayinâ !!!
when you walk down the aisle he cries. really
and is now obsessed with how he can call you âhis wifeâ as opposed to âhis girlâÂ
okay but now on to the domesticity. the dynamics are almost the same: he isnât against you heading out to earn your own money, and heâs more than happy to be a stay-at-home husband if you want him to, but seeing you in your cute apron has him already thinking of family and how you would bounce the baby on your arm as you prepare dinner
nanami is more doting when heâs your husband, not that he wasnât before, but he thinks itâs the old age when he sees your leg cramp and he massages it or when you squint at your book so he turns up your lamp to a higher setting
also likes to flaunt off his wedding ring, albeit with flushed cheeks. he does it when he drinks tea, sliding gojo his paper work, polishing his weapon and itâs silent, laidback bragging and only gets annoyed when gojo asks about it
if anyone else does it heâs happy to talk about you lol
is a lot more slack when it comes to his salary and treating you to things, saying things like âoh, itâs okay, my pretty wife deserves thisâ
nanami does his part of the housework now that youâre permanently living together and pulls his weight â buying cleaning supplies, folding the laundry, buying food for the dog
he doesnât care much about gender roles and is willing to show you that a good husband shouldnât just be a milestone to complete and then immediately refuses to participate in household work
deadbeat husbands = boooooo
for now youâre still busy as jujutsu sorcerers, but after a year or two of being married heâs trying to convince you to take less missions, partially because heâs afraid of curses taking advantage of your relationship (not that they didnt before, but now they have a leverage against you) and marriage to hold either of you hostage
but the main reason for the persuasion is because he wanted a kid. and you step back in shock because nanami kento? wanting a kid? it seemed so out of character for him but considering how much he liked to come in you⊠was already pretty telling
like he loved the dog but also wanted like. biological kids. it was wild, he knows, even when you tell gojo (heâs still a little mad that you did, but it was an accident), even the six-eyes user was pretty surprised.
when the kid comes heâs just. crying again. he really loves you so much, and the fact that you carried a baby for nine months and was in pain for 12 hours and then pushed a whole ass baby out ur vagina? goddamn
you two name her nanami kumiko and he holds her like sheâs the only one in the world (besides you), cooing gently as how the baby seem to snuggle into his warmth
he gives her a danish name too: ida, but heâs not sure if he should include it in the birth certificate, so he didnât
he is very protective of his girl, especially how you techniques seemed to be passed down and how the jujutsu society might be seeking out your offspring in kuantan, but he makes sure no one comes close to the two of you, even asking gojo reluctantly to monitor any news of the higher-ups looking to ruin her childhood
nanami really thinks itâs age now, because he find it so hard to say no to your baby girl whenever she asks for something â whether non-verbal or verbal
is a calm dad, usually burping the baby after you feed her, changing her diapers, etc., even suggesting bonding by holding her close with skin-to-skin contact and you're surprised he even knows about that
you give in when you see that he does it anyway, rocking the baby softly on the balcony with his top off, already knowing sheâs going to be a daddyâs girl when she grows up
spoils his daughter but still disciplines her when itâs necessary, but he reverts to gentle parenting when he needs to. learns how to tie hair because of her, teaches her about manners and consent and tells her he has no problem if she decides to punch a guy one day. sheâs just confused lol, why would i need to do that, dad?
bless him, she got your kind disposition, but yeah he emphasises that she should stand up for herself if needed
during pregnancy, heâs also making sure you never lift a finger, running across the house to complete errands, going out to buy your cravings and regulating your diet. itâs pretty cute but nanami is sometimes really strict about what you eat because he doesnât want your health to decline lol
âjust one cup of coffee⊠please?â
nanami only grunts in disapproval, hoping a peck to your forehead can wake you up, âno.â
okay but thatâs a lot, i have a lot of Thoughts
nowâŠ.Â
ii. nsfw headcanons
building on that hc earlier abt going from calling you âhis girlâ to âhis wifeâ, he uses it so much in the bedroom youâd think it was a fetish
and you kinda understand it, thereâs the jump of your heart when he introduces you as âhis wifeâ compared to a mere girlfriend
honest to god, coming home that day and seeing you cook wasnât the first time heâs thought of having a kid. itâs happened many times before, seeing you interact with the first-years, guiding a first-grader home after a mission
and sure heâs done it before, but youâre always on the pill and he has really really thought of getting a vasectomy, but then he thinks of how cute youâd look with a round belly, carrying his baby and that glow that he knows heâs the reason for
so the day he proposes to you, he fucks you like an animal, cumming deep in you with choked groans and fills you up.
wedding night? same thing
but what really got him going was after he told you about wanting a kid, and you begging with those eyes of yours is what drove that string to snap. âi w-want youâ shitâ to fuck a baby into me, kento!âÂ
wheew and he goes insane. nanami loves it when you beg for his cum, legs locked around his body to get him to do it. youâre relentless too, spreading your folds for him as his cum seeps out slowly and soon heâs fucking his cum deep into you again, filling you up two, three, four times
and he doesnât exactly care if that time doesnât work because now he knows you arenât taking contraception so he just does it regularly for good measure.
you arenât complaining because youâve never seen nanami so feral when heâs pushing his cum deep into you, whether itâs with his cock or with his fingers. that period before your pregnancy was so fulfilling that you wouldnât mind pushing out another baby for your husband, if it meant getting railed by a man on a mission to make you a mommy
by god he fucks you on every surface of the house
when youâre pregnant too, you canât help but get wet bc of your hormones and sometimes comes home from work, tired and needing some relief
he finds relief between your legs when youâre sleeping, talking about how nice it was to get used while sleeping, but you didnât expect nanami to utilise it while youâre pregnant. you wince and groan as you sit up, but you need to see your husband lapping at your cunt immediately, moaning into your core like a starved man
but ofc nanami is a lot gentler when youâre pregnant. he offers to do the work, thrusts gentler and less impactful, but he still feels so good
a few years after marriage, sex is still an ongoing thing, but itâs converted more into love-making and lazy intercourse because you werenât exactly young. sure you both would go crazy a few times a week but it was difficult with a maturing kid in the room next to yours.
you both would also take the time to discover other kinks!!! always busy, it was a difficult thing to do, but in between taking care of kumiko and handling lighter missions, youâd find new ways to continue keeping your love and sex life exciting
nanami liked going slow with you too though whispering into your ears endless praises of how you were doing do well, settling into missionary so he could see how his thrusts still had the same effect it did on you years ago
âdoing so well, sweetheart. thatâs it⊠my pretty wifeâs such a good girl fâr me.âÂ
nanami wasnât against a second child, but sometimes he sees how much you go through in labour and in pregnancy that he becomes lightheaded with what could happen to you, especially with the unexpected illnesses that come with pregnancies. he told himself he would only grant you another if you ask for it
but then one day when kumiko prances up to you in the midst of her math homework, asking when she would get a little sibling and youre taken aback while nanami just chokes on his tea
yeah, sure, you taught her sex education way before her peers and how babies are made but you didnât expect to actually ask the two of you straight up about having a sister or brother
that night, you mulled over the decision, and nanami mumbles into your neck from the back, âdonât worry about kumiko, baby. sheâll probably forget it sooner or later.â
âbut what if i want to give her one though?â you mumble, your smaller hand guiding his lower and lowerâŠ
âdo you want to?â nanami only can suck in a breath when he feels your throbbing cunt, your nimble fingers showing his how you liked your clit to be rubbed. even if he knows you inside out he still lets you do it, âi do⊠do you, kento?â
his first name is whispered, breaking the tension and nanami has to hold himself back from handling you too roughly, loving the way you grin languidly.
oh, here comes round 2!
omg headcanons are so fun lol i never wrote 1k words so fast since theyâre informal and chill
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baby honey - h.s.
a/n: long time no talk! ive had this in my drafts for the longest but didnt know how to finish it. it has a bad ending anyway but its seriously been collecting dust. i missed u guys sorry i disappeared lol. enjoy!!!!
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cw: nothing just fluff
*part of the honeyed moments universe! parts one and two here! â€ïž*
âOkay Daisy baby, say cheese!â YN grinned, holding her film camera up to her right eye to snap a picture of her precious daughter surrounded by a mountain of different sized presents.
Today was Daisyâs sixth birthday, which Harry and YN basically made a national holiday. It was the day their perfect little girl was born, bringing nothing but love and light into their livesâ how could they not go all out?
Harry was out getting breakfastâ per the birthday girlâs request. Sheâd wanted pink french toast, pancakes, and pink eggs, which had Harry dashing out to the store to get food coloring and pancake mix. They were having a small get together with a couple of friends that Daisy had made back in London, as well as YN and Harryâs closest relatives and friends. It was princess themed, to no oneâs surprise, and all of her auntâs and uncleâs were assigned a princess or prince to dress up as.
YN and Harry were assigned to dress up as Rapunzel and Flynn Rider from Daisyâs favorite movie Tangled, while Daisy chose to toddle around in a dress that had all the famous Disney princesses on it, the skirt part of the dress covered in pink sparkly ruffles that left a trail of glitter wherever she went. YN could cry right now thinking of all the mess sheâd have to clean up following this party, but the wide grin on her daughterâs face made every speck of glitter worth it.
âMommy, yâhave to get Bear in the picture!â Daisy whines, catching the attention of the puppy in the corner. Now, Y/N uses the word puppy very lightly, seeing as said puppy was as tall as her hip just standing on all fours. Y/N sighs, but calls the dog over anyway.
âBear, come here baby,â She calls to the chocolate lab. âGood boy, okay, now sit riiiiiight here.â Daisyâs smile had grown exponentially, if it was even possible. She leaned forward a bit to place a soft hand on the top of Bearâs head, petting it softly and treating her furry best friend with the utmost delicacy.
Harry had walked in during their mini photoshoot, dropping the bags silently next to him as he leaned against a pillar that separated their dining room from the living room. He watched with a fond smile at his tiny family, his daughter in her âperfect princess dressâ, his wife on her knees with a wide smile, a film camera held tightly in her hands, and his dog laying at his daughter's feet. He watched on, not wanting to disturb the domestic moment, though his attempt was interrupted when his perfect little Daisy caught a glimpse of him in the entryway.
âHi Daddy!â She squealed, gaining the attention of Bear who got up to greet his dad. Harry leaned down and greeted his puppy back, scratches soothing the pup as flashes of white from his nails played hide and seek with the brown fur.
âHello, birthday princess!â He grinned, squatting down to greet his daughter who was already running toward him at full speed. Her dress flowed behind her, glitter literally getting everywhere. Harry snorted at the grimace his wife was wearing on her features, a soft groan coming from him when Daisy had connected with his chest harshly.
âAre we makinâ pancakes, Daddy?â Oh, bless her sweet little heart. A pout was on Harryâs lips when she pulled back, his hands remaining on her back in an effort to keep his growing baby close to him.
âOf course, baby. Gotta go get everythinâ set up, though. Can yâgo get washed up so we can start? âS gonna take me a moâ and âM gonna have Mama help me.â He makes a deal with his baby, nodding while talking, Daisy mimicking his nods.
âYes Daddy, be right back!â She zips away, running toward her bedroom with Bear in tow. Harry stands from his crouched position, walking over to meet his wife who was sat in the middle of the living room, turned to where Harry and Daisy once were.
âHi,â He greets, sitting down on his bum in front of her, kissing her sweetly. âGot everythinâ yâwanted, Mama.â
âMm, thank you, H. Ready tâtell our little big girl that sheâs gonna be a big sister?â She whispers through a big smile, voice hushed to keep the secret as safe as possible from her daughterâs ears, even though she was out of earshot.
âAs ready as Iâll ever be, my sweet Honey.â He grins, standing up out of his sitting position and offering his hands to his wife, who takes them with zero hesitation.
The two work like a well oiled machine, dancing around each other and never once accidentally bumping into each other as they prepare everything to make Daisyâs dream breakfast. Theyâre just about done when Daisy comes back into the kitchen, making her presence known when she knocks into the back of Harryâs legs, wrapping her tiny arms around the full of his thigh. She hangs on and giggles when he turns her around to have her sit on his foot, continuing the work with his baby wrapped on his leg like a koala bear.
Y/N has a bittersweet smile on her face, knowing this was gonna be one of the last times that was blissfully theirs, the three of them (with the exception of Bear) together before the new baby came. She felt herself getting emotional by the thought, pushing away the fact that she had yet another 6 months to wait, trying to soak in the moment even though there were gonna be more to come in the next few months.
The space is filled with loud laughter, sweet kisses, and tiny barks as they meander around the kitchen, Daisy assisting like a proper angel whenever asked. Sheâd gotten comfortable on the kitchen counter while her parents cooked her pink breakfast, the small speaker that was next to her blasting the Tangled soundtrack.
âOkay Peanut⊠I think weâre all done!â Harry said finally, plating the last of the pink pancakes and turning to his daughter who had an excited gleam in her green eyes that matched her fathers.
âYay!â She squealed, holding her hands out for Harry to grab her. He walked up and wrapped his arms around her, twirling around when she grabbed on, filling the air with laughter.
The family walked over to the dining room, plates in YN and Harryâs hands, a jug of apple juice in Daisyâs tiny arms. They all sit around the table, two chairs on the long sides of the brown spruce table, with two fancier chairs on the narrower end parts. YN and Harry place the pink plates in the center, YN moving the vase of purple and pink peonies bought specifically for the birthday princess to the small table that held their vinyls and record player. Daisy hands the half full jug to her dad, hugging his thigh tightly before skipping to her spot on the opposite side of Harry. YN grabs the seat next to her, plopping down into the chair and turning toward her daughter, brushing her dark unruly curls back out of her face.
Settling in her chair, Daisy grins widely and shimmies in her chair in a small dance, her parents cooing and settling in their chairs as well. Breakfast goes off without a hitch, the tiny family conversing about the princessâ upcoming party. Daisy holds her tiny plastic fork in her hand as she gesticulates with her hands as she talks. Her parents have always been patient with her and let her vocalize whatever was on her mind at any point of the day, not scolding her if she even came into their room at the early hours of the morning to excitedly tell them about the dream she had. After all, she was their little miracle, and theyâd do whatever it took to make her happy.
Harry and YN shared a knowing look as they approached the end of breakfast. Daisyâs princess sippy cup was almost empty, and her plate was cleared. YN clears her throat, making Daisy turn her attention to her mom. âBaby, we have something to tell you.â
Daisy tilts her head in childlike wonder, a confused expression on her face, her eyebrows furrowed and turned in toward each other. âWhaâ sâit, Mama?â
YN smiles as she reaches down between her and Harry, a tiny gift bag sitting on the floor between their chairs. Grabbing it and placing it in front of Daisy, Y/N giggles at the gasp her daughter lets out.
âA present? Already?!â Daisy squeals, grabbing the paper bag and placing it onto her lap, eagerly pulling the ribbon that held the straps shut.
âAh- hold on, Dais,â Harry says, Daisy complying instantly. âBefore yâopen it, Mama and I wanna say that we love you, and want you to know that youâll always be our sweet little girl, okay?â
Daisy tilted her head to the side, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, looking like an exact replica of her father. âOh, umâ I love you too, Daddy, and you, Mama.â
âI love you too, Dais. Okay, you can open it now.â Y/N approves, phone hidden against her chest, now recording her daughter.
âA baby doll! Oh my goodness!â Daisy squealed, holding up the box about 2 inches from her face. âThank you Mama! Thank you Daddy!â
âWait, peanut,â Harry started, reaching into the bag and pulling out another box, which had another doll similar to the baby. âLook! Itâs a big sister for the baby doll! Itâs like you, tiny!â
âHuh?â She said confusedly. âBut Iâm not a big sister.â
âYes you are, Daisy girl. Or⊠you will be, soon at least.â Y/N grinned, not being able to contain her smile at this point.
âWaitâŠâ Daisy collected her tiny thoughts as she tried to connect the dots, before her eyes brightened when she realized what her mother was saying. âBaby?!â
âYeah, Dais. Mummaâs havinâ a baby!â Harry exclaimed, toothy smiles and dimples out.
âOh my goodness!â Daisy gasps, jumping haphazardly out of her chair. âMumma!â
âOh, careful, sweet girl!â Y/N giggles, scooting her chair out to prop her daughter on her lap comfortably.
âYâreally havinâ a baby?!â She squawked, frantic eyes drifting between her parents.
âYeah, peanut, we are!â Harry giggled, ruffling his daughters hair.
âThis is the best present ever!â She squealed, aggressively wrapping her arms around her motherâs neck. âThank you, Mommy, and Daddy.â
Y/N placed a hand on the back of Daisyâs head, a big pout on her lips as she turned her head to look at Harry, who matched her expression with a similar frown.
âMy sweet Daisy girl, youâre so welcome. Gonna be the best big sister ever, hm?â Y/N whispered, pecking small kisses onto her head.
âThe best, I promise!â
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Perfect / Love Wonât Die
Dominick âSonnyâ Carisi x Reader âą Law and Order SVU âą Domestic Fluff, AFAB!Reader
Summary: Sonny happily holds the bouquet of flowers he bought for his girlfriend only for her to open the door and start crying. He immediately panics, but soon finds himself amused when she reveals the true reason for her tears. AO3
A/N: Iâve never posted any of my SVU imagines, but I had to with this one :) Happy 2024! My resolution is to post more of my work so Iâm digging through all my drafts and posting them lol. Enjoy husband material Carisi <3
In all the six months you had been dating Sonny, there were never many problems that couldnât be resolved with a simple conversation or a hug and a kiss on the cheek. As far as Sonny was concerned, it was the perfect relationship. He had gotten to know all your little habits; likes and dislikes, pet peeves, niche obsessions. Six months wasnât exactly a super long time but it wasnât short either. After only half a year of dating each other, heâd confidently testify that he had fallen in love with you deeply, enough to want to spend the rest of his life with you. He was happy to get married, have babies, grow old togetherâŠthe whole shebang.
Things were going steady with you. He couldnât imagine himself being with anybody else, and he was over the moon to know that you felt the samw way. Long late-night conversations about the future the two of you dreamed of revealed that you wanted him to be a part of it as much as he wanted you. Sure, Sonny was aware of how much of a (hopeless) romantic he could be sometimes, but that was in the past, and all of those relationships werenât with the right people. His sisters had been talking his ear off ever since high school, warning him about women that would only break his heart. It made him wince just to think about all the red flags they ticked off angrily; gold-diggers, manipulators, emotionally unstable women, emotionally unavailable womenâŠand the likes of it. That and their own broken-heart experiences that prompted very fuelled lectures of examples of men Sonny shouldnât follow always rang in his mind, even until now.
Heâd also been made well aware of how right they were about his exes with a bunch of âI told you soâsâ and narrowed eyes, but those relationships were in the past and he was much, much younger (and dumber) than he is now. He only had a couple of serious relationships in his adulthood, which ended up not being the right fit for either parties. Then, his love life got buried under the heavy, heavy load of police work and law school and he never found the time to make himself available in the dating pool. He was always too tired, too beat, too mentally drained. It was never a priority.
Then everything came to a stop and his whole world wouldnât do anything but revolve around you. Sonny was smitten, like a lovesick puppy who got shot by cupidâs nuclear-powered bazooka as fate would have it.
He never felt this way about anyone in his life before, it was a feeling he relished in and was adamant on not letting go.
You were perfect.
Obviously, you had your flaws, but all only human, none of them fatal. Like how you had a habit of ordering too much food but he ends up being the one to finish it up when you realised your eyes had been bigger than your appetite â but he didnât mind that at all, in fact he secretly loved being able to feast like a King â or how sometimes, you would arrive 10 minutes late to your dates on one of your busiest weeks, which he never complained about because he had his fair share of being unpunctual as well. Plus, you always made it up to him one way or another.
You were absolutely perfect, inside and out. Sonny thanked God everyday for sending a woman as smart, beautiful and kind as you his way. Heâs never felt so lucky.
Sonny knew and loved everything about you, down to your weirdest quirks. If there was a Jeopardy! game where the topic was You, heâd be waving around his trophy like a mad man. What you didnât tell him, he learned. It was the same way you got to know him. The two of you were always honest with each other, trust being the pillar of your relationship, it was why you got along so well. You knew how to make him happy, as he did for you.
So, why is it that you were crying as he handed you a bouquet of your favourite flowers as soon as you opened the door to your apartment?
âHey, hey, whatâs wrong?â His sweet smile dropped to a concerned frown, uncomfortable and nervous at your sudden reaction.
There you were in front of him, dressed in your most comfortable pair of pyjama pants and an oversized tee that he was sure once belonged to him, messy hair up that he found extremely adorable. Nothing seemed out of place, except for the fact thatâŠwell, you were crying.
He always brought you flowers. Was he late? He glanced at the clock on your wall. NoâŠwas it something he said? Something he did? SomethingâŠhe totally forgot about?
âNothing- no, everythingâs fine, nothingâs wrong.â You sniffed, hugging the fresh bouquet close to your chest, dipping your nose into the floral fragrance to smell it only to find that the tears had triggered an onslaught of snot. That only made you cry more.
The bubble of nerves in Sonnyâs chest was bursting at this point, he was almost worried he was having a heart attack. âDoll, youâre crying, somethingâs wrong.â
He held out an arm to pull you into a hug and you eagerly sunk into his embrace. You buried your face into the fabric of his suit jacket, breathing in what you could of his faded perfume. His calloused hands stroked your hair, softly caressing your head as he cradled it. He gently peeled you off of him to get a better look of your face, now red and eyes puffy from sobbing.
He held your cheeks between his palms and you pouted, looking up at him with sad doe-like eyes, and if that didnât break his heart that he must not have one because the look on your face was shattering him in every possible way right now. One of his thumbs swiped a fresh tear off your cheek, he felt you nuzzle into his hand.
The tall blond gently led you to your couch and set the flowers down on the coffee table before cuddling up with you close to his chest. You wrapped your arms around him desperately, wanting nothing more than to be absolutely engulfed by everything Sonny â scent, skin and biceps.
âYouâre killing me sweetheart, you gotta tell me whatâs gotten you all upset like this.â You felt him kiss the top of your head and love bloomed in your chest immediately. âCome on, doll, whatâs up?â
You sighed, big and loud, huffing away all the choked up tears with one big breath. âI swear itâs nothing. Iâm so stupid.â
He was quiet for a while until you felt his voice vibrate from his chest again, âWas itâŠme? Did I do something wrong?â
You whipped your head to look at him, only to be greeted with a very worried expression.
Oh, Sonny. Oh, sweet heavenly innocent Sonny. How could you not love this man with every fibre of your being when heâs got that look in his eyes? The one where his pupils are so dilated, you could see your reflection in his big, blue puppy eyes.
How could you have been so careless?! Of course heâd think you were crying because of him, the sweet stupid man â God, you loved him so much. The thought only made you more emotionalâŠand just like that the waterworks came rushing back in.
âOh, God, Sonny-â you hiccuped, pulling yourself away from him to put your face in your hands. âIâm so sorry- itâs not your fault at all,â
The lovesick, worried-sick man shot up next to you to pull you into his arms once again, stomach churning at the wave of emotions you were going through. He couldnât even detective his way through this, his mind going haywire with every sniff that came from you.
âThen what is it?â He tried to keep the panic out of his voice, âDid something happen at work? Is it that asshole again?â
With what he dealt with at his job, it wasnât out of the question for his mind to be going down that dark path, but he shoved his anger and panic down to focus on your well-being, remaining rational until you were calm.
That made you shoot up to look at him again, words tumbling out of your mouth hurriedly to curb his worries. âNo, no! Iâm okay, Iâm absolutely fine, Todd â that ass â didnât do anything to me, I promise you, I swear to God. And itâs not you, itâs not anything even remotely related to anything sane at all. I donât even know why Iâm getting all worked up over a bunch of random things, itâs just soââ
âDoll.â Your boyfriendâs voice pulled you out of your rambling. The loving concern that radiated off of him was enough to bring you back to your senses. Gently, he asked again. âWhat is it?â
You melted immediately, both embarrassed and exhausted from all the sobbing you had been doing. âIâm on my period.â
Oh.
Oh!
âI know, Iâm not usually this emotionally affected but my hormones are all over the place and my TV decided to autoplay The Notebook, now Iâm a mess.â You sniffed. âIâm so sorry. You shouldnât have seen me like this, much less deal with me.â
It was only then that the detective noticed the TV screen, paused on Ryan Goslingâs frowning face.
He tried to stifle his amusement, but it came out in a fit of giggles, much to your dismay.
âItâs not funny.â You pouted.
âI justâ I thoughtââ His laughter consumed him, shoulders shaking as he held up his palms to his face and ran his fingers through his hair, uncaring of how it would mess it up. Sonny leaned back into the couch and continued to laugh with his hands over his face.
âIâm sorry.â Your voice was so quiet it came out like a squeak, ashamed of how you cried like a baby in front of him. Although the two of you spent plenty times over at each otherâs places and hanging out with each other, over the six months he knew you, you never had your hormones hit you this hard. It wasnât uncommon to you, but it wasnât a regular occurrence either, and it certainly wasnât an event Sonny had the pleasure of experiencingâŠuntil today.
âItâs okay if youâd prefer to be at your own place right now, I totally get it. I wonât be offended in the least, okay? Iâll call you in the morning.â Some men in the past have been weirded out when this happened to you, so you werenât lying when you said you wouldnât be offended â it was âyour faultâ anyway, that was what you had grown accustomed to.
But Sonny, the ever-loving and understanding guy, did not share the same view. Of course not! Raised-with-sisters, loves-his-mother, thoroughly Italian, good-Catholic-man-who-respects-women Sonny, would never in a million years ever even think about being upset with you just because your period messed with your emotions. And thatâs why you werenât sure why you were so surprised when he responded to your offer with a kiss.
This was Sonny. He would never think lowly of you because of something you couldnât control.
âThatâs crazy talk, doll.â He mumbled into the kiss, smiling as he continued to love on your lips. âIâd never leave you alone like this.â
You pulled away a bit to properly look at his face, âReally?â
This was the man your heart belonged to. You donât know how you didnât explode when he gave you the most charming smile that ever graced his lips.
âReally.â
Everything you were worried about solved itself into place, like sentient puzzle pieces figuring themselves out with confidence.
âYouâre too good for me.â
Unabashedly, you continued to make out with your boyfriend on your couch, a newfound appreciation driving you mad with love.
âIâm only for you, babe. Donât need anyone or anything else but you.â
âââ
Now that the two of you were freshened up and settled down with mugs of hot cocoa in your hands, you and Sonny were much more at ease.
There was nothing better to Sonny than to be cuddled up with his girlfriend with her head laying on his chest. You practically clung to the arm draped over your shoulder, making a nest out of his bicep for your face â which reminded him of a koala bear, but he kept that thought to himself. He was so comfortable, so happy that this was his life. His nose pressed against your hair, the scent of your shampoo reminding him of a holiday well-spent together in Mexico. Deja Vu hit him the minute he kissed your head, laughing through his nose when he remembered the events that happened just a few hours prior.
âHey,â he nudged you with the arm you were glued to. You pulled your focus from the movie you were watching â a comedy, nothing that would make the âbloody demon hormones possess meâ as you put it â and raised your eyebrows curiously in response. âIâm just wonderinââŠâ
âHmm?â
âWhy did you cry when I gave you the flowers?â
You groaned, still somewhat embarrassed at the flurry of emotions you attacked the innocent man with. But you humoured the question anyway, âI opened the door and you were standing there, so handsome and so sickeningly charming, holding up flowers that you brought for me. You should be worried if I didnât cry.â
âWow,â he whistled. âIâm really that handsome, huh?â
You playfully hit him in the chest with your fist as you resumed your initial position, âShut up.â A smirk managed to rip itâs way through your lips. âBut mostly, I was crying because I was so sad that the flowers were going to die. I donât know, just weird how my brain works on my period.â
It was a nonchalant mention, nothing big to you, but it stuck to his mind. Flowers dying made you upset. How precious was that? He catalogued the thought, filing it away for the future. The inkling of humour tempted him, though.
âSo, not so much on the handsome part?â
You snorted, âEh, Iâll give it a 60/40.â
âIt should be in the news or something. âGuy So Handsome, Makes A Grown Woman Cryââ he gestured in the air as if there was a banner.
âHow about, âGirl So Hormonal, Makes A Grown Man Cry With Herâ?â
âPsh, I didnât cry.â
âYou so were.â
âWas not.â
You laughed, thinking heâd given it up when the sound of the movie began to fade into your hearing again.
âYou should come over the precinct, tell the guys how I can make the ladies cry just by showing up at their door.â
He wore that goofy, toothy grin you were so accustomed to whenever he was joking around.
You rolled your eyes. Then decided to mess with him. âExcuse me? Ladies? Plural?â
The grin immediately wiped off of his face. âNo- I meant lady, as in singular.â
âMhmm.â
âI meanâ no, thatâs not whatââ
âSure, Son.â The monotonous voice you used made him sweat.
âYou know youâre the only gal for me! I was just jokingâŠhey, baby, come on, look at meâŠâ
âââ
Months passed by and relationship milestones came and went. You finally met his family on month eight, and him yours. Month ten, you got a promotion at work and thankfully â not by your doing â Todd left the company. Sonny and the rest of the SVU team made a breakthrough on a case, you met his coworkers you heard so much about for the first time when he brought you along for their celebratory dinner. He was teased relentlessly for âkeeping such a wonderful woman from us all this timeâ. You enjoyed the camaraderie that they shared with each other, and felt like you won a prize when they extended it to you.
Time passed by you so fast that you barely noticed it was almost a full year since you and Sonny made it official.
The day of your anniversary, he made reservations for the two of you at a fancy restaurant â Italian, of course. You reminisced the journey of your relationship together over some fine dining and a delightful bottle of wine. The ambiance, mixed with the light-headed feeling from one too many glasses of wine, only made the love you had for Sonny so much more emphasised. It was a dream, to be loved by such an amazing man, to have found your soulmate. If you werenât at such busy points of your career, youâd literally have his babies right then and there. A couple of mini Sonnyâs would do the world good, you pondered. Unbeknownst to you, the subject of your thoughts was thinking the exact same thing, only he was dreaming up a babble of mini Youâs instead.
Sonny and you walked home together â he had basically moved into your apartment by now, he was finding it harder and harder to be separated from you at night. Having you next to him made him sleep better, and just generally being around you made him feel better â the two of you never made his move-in an official thing, but there was no need to. It was almost like you shared a telepathic connection. Although, Sonny being Sonny, will make the moving in an official thing whether you needed to or not. Maybe into an actual house, with a backyard and a huge kitchen and a family to raise in to make it a home. One day. Maybe even tomorrow. Heâd do anything, anytime with you.
âGot you something, by the way.â He grinned, keys jangling on the doorknob as he swung it open for you.
âSonny, you didnât have to.â You blushed. One year together and he still had that effect on you.
âWell, I wanted to.â
While you were taking off your shoes, he used it as a distraction to take it out of the hiding spot he so carefully planned â his height being an advantage to said plan â and waddled over in his socks to where you were sitting on the couch, handing it to you once he was sat as well.
It was a daintily patterned gift bag, not too big and not too small either, with a card attached to it on the front. You carefully removed it to read his words in neat handwriting.
Happy 1 year anniversary, doll. I love you so much. You make me the luckiest man alive. My love for you will never die.
You wanted to cry, so touched by his short but undeniably sweet words. He saw how your bottom lip jutted out, the way it usually did when emotions got the best of you, and smiled to himself with a bit of pride in getting his words right.
Slowly, you pried the top of the bag open, only discovering a plastic dome. âCareful.â Your boyfriend noted.
You wondered what it was, going over all the possibilities in your head as you took it out of the bag; lava lamp, necklace, tiny bottle, lanternâŠonly to gasp when you saw what it really was inside.
A small sphere-shaped cactus with a crown of pink flowers, placed inside a white ceramic pot with the words, âMy love for you will never dieâ engraved in cursive writing around it.
Ahhhh, here come the waterworks.
âSonny,â your eyebrows scrunched up, lips fully pouting now. âThis is the sweetest fucking gift ever.â
Your use of words didnât go unnoticed by the smiling man, earning you a chuckle out of him. âI remember the time you cried when I brought you flowers, and you told me it was because you were sad âbout them dyingâŠitâs cheesy, I know. Corny, a bit. But I thought youâd like it.â
The rising inflection of his voice gave away his nerves, but you were quick to make your appreciation known. âI do, I do! Itâs just the most beautiful and thoughtful gift anyoneâs ever given me. Thank you, baby. Iâm- AwâŠâ
You choked up and he took that as his cue to pull you into his arms, careful to set the prickly plant down so you wouldnât accidentally get hurt.
âItâs true though, my love will never die. Youâre stuck with me for as long as you want me.â
âYou know Iâm shit at keeping plants alive, Son!â You couldnât help the wavering in your voice, âOh, but this is just so, so sweet. Youâre just too cute for your own good.â
âWell, I was cute enough for you to accept the babbling guy who asked you out a year ago.â The giggling that followed made his blue eyes seem brighter.
âYeah, I couldnât say no to that face.â
You took the comfortable silence that ensued as a segue to your own offering to him, âSpeaking of this cactus being put at the risk of dying, Iâm gonna have to appoint someone to remind me it needs water every now and then.â
âIâm assuming that would be me?â
âYup.â You shifted around to look through your purse. âSo, I was thinkingâŠâ
Sonny narrowed his eyes at you, âThinkingâŠ?â
You held out your palm and reached out for his, dropping a familiar weight into his hands. As soon as you pulled your hands away, the object revealed itself to be a single silver key with a brown leather strap keychain attached to the ring, âDet. Carisiâ engraved on one side and âSonnyâ on the other.
He looked up at you, meeting eager eyes that matched his own. You were practically bouncing with giddiness, excited to reach yet another milestone.
âMove in with me? Officially?â
God, you were so perfect.
âAbso-fucking-lutely.â
#sonny carisi#law and order svu#peter scanavino#dominick carisi#dominick sonny carisi#detective carisi#law and order svu imagine#sonny carisi x reader#carisi imagine#carisi x you#period fic
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Father's Day Special(JJK Oneshot)
Tags/Warning: AFAB/Female Reader, Family life, Domesticity, Fluff, Unhinged Crack(Especially near the End), Mention of Balls but not Smut(I promise), JJK OC(but not main X Reader)
Word Count: 5.5k words
Pairing: Toji x Fem!Reader
Reader Pronouns/Usage: (She/Her), Mama, Mom, Doll, Baby
So I know I'm three days late for Father's Day but I couldn't help but write this out. It's been busy and absolute hell with getting ready for Uni. But by July, things will slow down and I can focus more on getting shit down and stop procrastinating. I hella miss writing, I needa get back into the grove of it.
Also, forgot to mention, this fic was based on a true event. Dramatization was an all time high but loosely based on an interaction I had with my own mom lol
âWhat do you think Dad wants, Megumi?â
âHonestly, I have no clue. I thought Mom was hard but itâs actually Dad.â
âWhy do you think so?â
âBecause he never buys anything new. Even if he does, itâs either meant for the house or us. Dad still wears the same black t-shirt since we were kids. He doesnât have expensive taste either. No cologne, no wrist watch, no shoes, nothing.â
Tsumiki and Megumi feel more empathetic to Toji than either right now. Fatherâs Day is tomorrow and the two are out trying to get their dad a gift. But just like Toji, they feel stuck on what to get him. With you, their mother, itâs more subtle and personalized. Tailored to your taste and personality, seems hard at first but gets easier once getting the smaller details. Is it more on the pricier side? Yes, but you are their mother and do so much for them that you deserve anything and everything good to come your way.
But Toji, heâs a different story.
Growing up, the two saw how laidback their dad was. No putting much effort into keeping appearance or staying with the latest trends. They learned early on that Toji only dresses decently, or at least looks presentable, because of you. Outfit coordination was all on you, you always picked out Tojiâs outfit or had the final say on what heâs wearing. Obviously over time, heâs learned the art of dressing himself up but he always asks you for the final say.
Anyhow, clothes are out because Megumi and Tsumiki know Toji wears them until they are rags. He still wears the same basketball shorts around the house since they were babies.
Theyâre teenagers in high school now.
Tojiâs old shirts and shorts just get converted to loungewear and home clothes. Some of them have holes but Toji seems to care less about them. Toji also has no expensive taste or an interest in creating one. He believes you pay for the quality but thatâs on certain things like a wrench or drill. He never understood the whole throwing your money to look high class. Pointing out that things can stick out like a nail and look out of place. He grew up in a family with money, he knows.
Then Toji literally has everything he needs. Thatâs what the kids always hear.
âI have (Y/N), my kids, a nice house with space to work, food, and my equipment. The hell I need anything else when itâs all right âere.â
Peopleâs dreams and aspirations are different. Having a family is a common one many have. But Megumi and Tsumiki could clearly see the fond and tender nature their dad somehow exhibits, and itâs only exclusive to the family. They didnât think much of it until they asked you. Upon explaining Toji's life up until meeting you, Tsumiki and Megumi finally let it sit why their dad acts the way he does.
âYour PapaâŠdidnât expect to have this type of lifeâTo have a home, a wife and kids. Heâd never imagine himself to get this because he didnât think it'd happen to him, especially how he grew up. But it did and he never took it for granted since. Your Papa has treated me beyond the means of well over the years, itâs only fair I do the same for him. Iâm not forcing you two to follow suit. But at the very least, try to understand your Dad and his circumstances. Thatâs all I ask of you two.â
With that, no wonder theyâve never met anyone from Tojiâs side besides Maki and Mai. That and an explanation to your fierce protectiveness towards Toji at the mention of his âfamilyâ. So here Megumi and Tsumiki are, along with their litter sister Mayumi, concocting an idea on what to get Toji. They were going to call you but ditched the idea to not inconvenience you as you were busy yourself. Currently in Shibuya walking in one of the shopping districts, they searched high and low for anything that would make a decent Fatherâs Day gift.
Tsumiki threw up some ideas but Megumi shot them down because itâs not practical for their Dad.
âMegumi, at this point, we canât get Papa anything! What do you have in mind that Papa will actually use?â
Megumi thought for a second before shrugging his shoulders.
âIâve got nothing, Tsumiki. Iâm drawing a blank here.â
Tsumiki sighs before looking around again. Meanwhile, Mayumiâs curiosity was becoming impulsive. She wanted to look at anything and everything as long as her pretty little eyes laid on it. Holding onto Megumiâs hand, she tries to keep pace with her older siblings in the busy street. However, after walking for a few minutes, Mayumi came to a stop as she stared at one of the stores. Feeling his arm be pulled back, Megumi looks down to see Mayumi staring off.
âMayumi, what are you looking at?â
Tsumiki also stopped when she noticed her two younger siblings werenât behind her. Crouching down, she wanted to see what had caught her baby sisterâs attention.
âIs there something you want to look at, Mayumi-chan?â
Mayumi looks at Tsumiki before nodding and pointing to the store that has captured her attention. Megumi and Tsumiki look to see that the store that has captured her attention was Uniqlo. Surprisingly enough, this was a clothing store that mostly made up Megumi AND Tojiâs wardrobes. Tugging Megumi along, Mayumi walks into the store with a mission. The two look at each other with curiosity, wondering what their little sister was so dead set on finding. They watched as Mayumiâs eyes scanned the racks and shelves, head darting up, down, left, and right. Megumi makes a decision to let go of her hand to see what sheâll do. Upon feeling her handâs release, Mayumi speed walks away to the Menâs side. Megumi and Tsumiki made haste to not lose sight of her. Now itâs their turn in trying to keep up with her as she continuously searches for what sheâs looking for.
Megumi starts to panic when Mayumi seemingly vanishes before him. He swore he only took his eyes off of her for a split second, and now sheâs gone. He was close to going into search party mode when he spotted Mayumi standing before one of the shelving displays. Letting himself breath again, he walks over to where she was before picking her up.
âMayumi, you canât run off like that! You know youâll get lost and separated from Tsumiki and I. You have to make sure you can see us close behind before going on your own.â Megumi lightly chastised her. Though, he never could get mad at her no matter what she did.
Mayumi pouts slightly at Megumi, understanding what she did was dangerous.
âSorry, Gumi-Nii. Didnât mean to do it to you and Miki-NeeâŠBut! I found Papaâs Fatherâs Day gift!â Mayumi excitedly exclaims, pointing to the rack.
Megumi looks to see what she means and by then Tsumiki caught up to the two. Tsumiki also follows to see what the two were staring at. The section she was pointing at was the Menâs section for underwear and socks. Tsumiki chuckles while Megumi becomes both confused and a little embarrassed. Mayumi squirms in Megumiâs arms, signaling him to let her down. Once safely on the ground, Mayumi grabs a packet and holds it up to her siblings.
âMayumi-chan, why do you think this can be a gift for Papa? You think Papa would need this?â Tsumiki gently asks her, hoping to understand what she meant.
Mayumi nods quickly, continuing to hold up the boxer packet.
âYes! Because Papa needs new ones!â
Tsumiki and Megumi looked at each other surprised before Tsumiki looked back at Mayumi.
âHow do you know, Mayumi-chan?â
âMama said it when she was folding the clothes after drying them! This was when Papa was out with Uncle Shui! She said why does Papa keep wearing his underwear even though they have holes in them. I saw what she was talking about because Papa does have holes in his underwear! So, why not get Papa new underwear?â
Tsumiki found this amusing and a bit funny at Mayumiâs enthusiasm. Meanwhile, Megumi had a furious blush painted across his face. He didnât expect their shopping trip to go this way. Let alone, the deciding gift was the most plain and not so well-thought out of. Though Megumi felt his embarrassment burn his entire being, heâs not complaining about the gift choice. He knew it was a practical gift for their dad, especially knowing Tojiâs track record when it came to clothing.
As strange as it is to admit, Megumi couldnât deny that a go-to gift to give to any guy is a pack of brand new underwear paired with a fresh pack of socks. He knew thereâs nothing you could do wrong with that combination. He even witnessed it firsthand when Yuuji was way too excited when he got a box filled with pairs of socks and boxer briefs for his birthday. And knowing how lax Toji is, Toji probably would like this more than anything. So Megumi stays quiet and lets the girls handle it.
âI think thatâs a great idea, Mayumi-chan. We should get some of these for Papa so he doesnât have to keep wearing his old ones.â
âBut I donât know Papaâs sizeâŠMaybe Mama knows! We should call Mama, Miki-Nee!â
Tsumiki nods while pulling out her phone, hitting your contact. The phone buzzed once before your voice was heard on the phone. Mayumi decides to talk on everyoneâs behalf and ask for Tojiâs underwear size. After a bit, Mayumi hands the phone back to Tsumiki and the two of you talk. Once hanging up, it was settled.
âGumi-Nee, Mama said Papa only wears black and dark blue boxers! And also said Papa is a size large!â
Since he didnât want his sisters to look awkward, Megumi took it upon himself to take the three packs of boxers and one pack of socks to check out. The socks were a last minute decision but again, practical for someone like Toji. After Tsumiki gave her half of the total to Megumi, he bought them and left with his sisters. After getting home, Megumi decided it would be best if he kept the gift in his room to not raise any suspicions if Toji had any.
âSo, did you three buy your Dad his gift?â
Mayumi runs up to you and fervently nods while pointing at the Uniqlo bag Megumiâs holding. Megumi gives you the receipt for tax purposes and so Toji doesnât see the price for it as heâll definitely take it. You grinned while looking at the receipt, something Megumi and Tsumiki believe would be akin to playful or mischievous.
âNice job, you three. Now, go change and clean up a bit for dinner. Your dad will be home soon.â
Speak of the devil, not even five minutes later, the front door is opened and a gruff âIâm home!â can be heard. Toji was already home. Hearing his voice, Mayumi dashed to where he was and was immediately picked up by him. His iconic DILF chuckle and the giggles of your youngest child can be heard getting closer to the kitchen. Something you never get tired of hearing and hope to hear more of every time.
âGlad to hear you had a good day, Princess. Now go with your sister to change and freshen up.â
Mayumi nods before being put down, dashing towards Tsumiki who then holds her hand as she takes her upstairs.
You were finishing cleaning up the dirty dishes when you felt a warm presence on your back.
âHow are you doing, Doll? Looks like you got dinner all figured out, didnât I tell you my food prep made things easier?â
You playfully rolled your eyes at the feeling of your husband wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. Toji wants to be all over you no matter the hour.
âYeah yeah, donât let that ego get higher than it already isâŠBut thank you though, Hon. It cuts down cooking time by a lot. I appreciate it.â You tenderly answered before giving him a simple kiss on the cheek.
Wearing a victorâs smile, Toji pulls away. Crossing his arms with his chest all puffed out as his pride builds up.
âIf thatâs all that takes for some of your kisses, Iâll keep on doing it. Only for you, Doll. Glad it makes things easier for ya.â
Even though it said because of his pride, there was an undeniable softness on his features many would believe was impossible for him to make. But here he was, doing exactly that like it was any normal day at the Fushiguro household. The fondness he exhibits to you is both a blessing and a honor because you knew you were a part of the few people that bring it out of him.
Smiling back, you mirrored your loving softness on your face as well.
âIt does, Toji. Now, go change and shower. I donât know what Shui and you did today but you smell like outside. I donât want that in our bed so go upstairs and shower, Hon.â
Toji smirks but nods at your command. Taking himself upstairs to wash away the smell. Dinner goes on as normal. Silent but pleasant as it lets everyone decompress from the day. Toji does the dishes since you cooked dinner and the kiddos clean up the kitchen table. Everyone retires into the night without issue and Toji has his arms wrapped around you as you sleep on top of him.
It was 7:30 A.M. when you heard voices coming from downstairs and the slight clanging of metal. You groggily blinked the sleep from your eyes while feeling the sun brightening up your room. Hearing Tojiâs faint and calm breathing, you knew he wasnât waking up anytime soon. After successfully slipping away from Tojiâs grasp, you were able to change into your home clothes before going downstairs. Upon reaching the kitchen, the sight before you was a pleasant surprise.
There was Tsumiki and Megumi, wearing aprons, and using the kitchen while Mayumi was drinking her juice from her sippy cup. Albeit very sleepy but that changes when she hears footsteps and sees you walking in with a warm smile on your face.
âMama! Gumi-Nii and Miki-Nee are making Papa breakfast! Iâm here for moral support!â She excitedly whispers to you as you hold her up.
You look over to see your two eldest working away prepping their Fatherâs Day breakfast. You hum while inspecting their handy work, peering over their shoulder to see.
âIt smells good, you two. Though, Iâm surprised youâre able to get up at this time, Megumi. Normally, you would sleep in until another two hours or so.â
He doesnât take his eyes off the rice balls heâs making, but his tone is less irritated and tense compared to most mornings.
âWell, I feel bad for letting Tsumiki do all the work in cooking. So I woke up earlier than normal to help out. Plus, Mayumi woke me up and asked me to help Tsumiki make breakfast because she couldnât.â
Mayumiâs soft giggles were paired with your own. Softly patting his hair, you offer Megumi a grateful smile.
âIâm happy to know you helped out, Dear. Good to back up your sisters.â
You pat Tsumiki's shoulder comfortingly to not let her lose focus on her cooking.
âCall for me if you two need any help.â
The two nod before you make your way upstairs with Mayumi, making your way to your shared bedroom where your husband is sleeping. Mayumi writhes and squirms in your hold, begging to be let down to wake up her Papa. As soon as her feet touch the ground, she quietly and firmly opens the bedroom door. B-lining towards the bed with you following suit. She climbs up onto the bed and crawls to where Toji was sleeping peacefully. Your youngest stares for a few moments at her Papa before gently pounding his chest.
âPapaâŠPapaâŠWake up!â
After a few tries, Toji stirs a bit before blinking slowly. Toji motions his head to face the culprit that woke him up from his restful sleep. Seeing Toji waking up, Mayumi beams down at him along with you softly smiling at the side of the bed.
âGâmorning, Papa! Happy Papa Day!â
âMorning to you too, Little Lady~.â
He takes Mayumi in his arms while steadily sitting up. Her sweet sequels and giggles echo throughout the bedroom as Toji kisses all over her face and tickles her sides. Grinning down at his youngest daughter, he carries it when his eyes meet yours.
âMorning, Beautiful~.â
The morning rasp and gruffness in his voice made you want to scream at the sky while death-gripping the ground below. You desperately thanked any and all divine pantheons for blessing you with such a man. But alas, you couldnât allow yourself to fold so easily. Especially in front of Toji, knowing youâll never see the end of his teasing and salacious, but consensual, advances. You just light-heartedly roll your eyes while shaking your head, but your smile never ceases.
âGood Morning to you too, Handsome~. Happy Fatherâs Day. Breakfast is ready downstairs.â
Toji temporarily sets down Mayumi as you pass him a shirt to wear since he was wearing his gray sweat shorts. He picks up Mayumi again before making his way out and into the kitchen to satiate his morning hunger. Just like you, he reacted with surprise seeing a fully set table before him. But this is Toji weâre talking about. So the most weâll get out of his reaction is his eyes which went wide.
He was about to ask if you made all the food as you passed by but you tilt your head to the side and he sees Megumi and Tsumiki cleaning up the kitchen.
âThey helped you with making breakfast, Doll?â
You shake your head while taking Mayumi in your arms to place her in her chair.
âI didnât even touch the kitchen this morning. They were in here this whole time.â
Sitting down, it finally clicked with Toji. He just grinned as he took his usual seat at the edge of the table. Once everyone was seated and began eating, so did he. Toji never thought of himself as the sentimental type. But he couldnât help himself in allowing this particular feeling to wash over him. If he went back in time to tell his younger-self that heâd become a husband and a father of three kids, he most certainly knew his past-self would scoff and think heâs a liar. Toji wonât lie because he has a hard time believing it himself sometimes. Even after almost two decades of being married to you and 15 years of being a father, heâs in awe of how his life ended up to the present day.
Sneaking glance as he eats, he sees his two oldest kids having their usual sibling conversation. 16 and 15 years old, first and second years in high school. It would only be a few years until they would graduate high school.
âGeez, theyâll be legal adults in less than five yearsâŠFucking shit, manâŠâ
Toji then sneaks glances at you, which he sometimes catches your gaze as well. There was a certain feeling of your smile every time you sent it his way. But it was not until he reminded himself that your particular smile you always gave him was of contentment. But not in a sense of bare minimum, no. Toji knew it came from utter satisfaction and gratification in this domestic life you two shared.
No, the life you two created together for each other.
Watching you interact with your children just fills him with lifeâs satisfaction. He thought it was impossible for someone like him to experience something like this. But here he is, sitting down eating breakfast with his family in their home on a Sunday morning. Damn, he didnât blame you for giving him that smile because he gets it.
After eating and cleaning up the table, Megumi said he forgot something in his room and went upstairs to get it. Meanwhile, Toji was reading the morning paper while simultaneously listening to the news that was live on the tv. Mayumi was chilling in Tojiâs lap with her Cinnamoroll plushie because she had nothing better to do. Meanwhile, you were teaching Tsumiki how to use the coffee machine and the set up for Tojiâs usual.
Once Megumi came back with the familiar Uniqlo bag, everyone shifted their attention to Toji and gathered around him. He looked confused by the sudden change in behavior. Placing his paper down, he suspiciously eyes everyone.
âOkay, somethingâs up. Did I do something I don't know about?â
You shake your head at him, making it clear he wasnât in trouble. Mayumi jumps off Tojiâs lap, pattering over to Megumi who hands over the bag. She races back to her papa with an eager smile on her face, holding the bag up to him.
âOh, whatâs this, Princess?â
âItâs from Me, Gumi-Nii, and Miki-Nee! We got you a present for Papa Day!â
Feeling both astounded and touched, he takes the bag from her before ruffling her hair. Mayumi lets out a little squeal before running towards Tsumiki who picks her up. The bag was small, specifically eight inches by six inches. But whatâs inside filled the bag up to its capacity so Toji was intrigued to see what his kiddos got him. He shakes the bag for good measure, causing Megumi to become impatient.
âDad, just open it up. I promise you we didnât put a spider or a cockroach in there. This is your real gift from us.â
The man chuckles out loud, shooting a grin his sonâs way which made his impatient grow.
âAlright alright, I hear you, Megs. I was seeing if I could guess what you bought for me. Nothing wrong with checking things out. Reel yourself in kid.â
Megumi groans out causing his sisters and you to giggle at this usual interaction. Eventually, Toji opens the gift and reaches inside. His eyebrows furrowed and pushed themselves together, trying to figure out what he was touching. Suddenly, his brows released themselves from being tensed as he pulled out the three packs of boxers and one pack of socks. It was silent, a little too silent. For a second, Megumi and Tsumiki held their breaths while you anticipated his reaction.
Then, out of nowhere, a hearty laughter filled the kitchen as Toji held them in his hand. Amusement was all he felt looking at the packs in front of him. He let out a content huff, holding up one of the boxer packs.
âWow, this is how you give gifts. You guys are just like your mama, you all have gifting skills people dream of.â
âWait, you actually like it, Papa?â
Toji let a bemused look pass over him before it went back to amuse.
âOh yeah, I sure as hell love it. I keep forgetting to buy some and your mother has been on me for God knows how long about getting new ones. You rascals killed two birds with one stone for me. And socks too? Now thatâs being generous to your old man.â
The two were finally able to breathe since they second guessed themselves.
âHappy Fatherâs Day, Papa!â
âHappy Fatherâs Day, Dad.â
Toji gets up to give Megumi and Tsumiki his love squeezes. Tsumiki giggled while Megumi begrudgingly accepted his dadâs affection. Though, he doesnât resist or push away when his dad hugs him.
As this was happening, you wore a grin that stretched wide with eyes that shone with mischief. Toji catches your expression, fully knowing something is brewing inside.
âBabe, youâre making that face. Spill it.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about, Hon~.â
Oh, thereâs definitely something now and Tojiâs gonna get it out of you.
âDonât be so coy, (Y/N). You got that grin plastered on your face and eyeing me like that, you got something to say. I see those little gears in your pretty head of yours moving.â
You were trying to hold in your laughter. Key word was try though. The moment you made your thoughts be known will cause endless oxygen-depriving laughter from you. But you needed to say it in full. No stutters, no mistakes, no slang, dead set on getting those words out. You canât fumble yourself right now.
âIâm just saying, I have been telling you to get new ones for years! Some of your underwear have holes in them! You have to get new ones every five to seven years, Hon!â
He playfully scoffs.
âDoll, just because theyâre old doesnât mean I need to throw them away after a few years. If they can still do their job in covering up my junk, I donât see why I need to get new ones. I only needed to know one because of you.â
Sighing exasperatedly, you still held your grin and waited for the right moment to strike.
âHon, you donât understand. Iâm not saying you need to buy new ones after a while! Iâm saying some, as in most, of your underwear are worn down to the bone! You have to put them down, Toji!â
âBabe, again, if it still works, it still works. Yeah, some of my underwear have holes in them but theyâre still wearable. Not my fault they have holes in them! Plus, I never wear tight-fitted pants, so I donât get how my underwear chafes when I wear joggers, sweats, and cargo pants!â
Bingo, everything is in position and thereâs a clear pathway. You canât mess this up when you have a clear shot. Crossing your arms still grinning, you stare down your husband.
âOh but it is, Toji! The reason why you got holes in your underwear is because your balls are rough! If they werenât, I wouldnât be breathing down your neck about them. Donât you even notice when you fold the laundry?â
For a few moments, the silence fell over the Fushiguro house. Toji was bewildered, taken aback by what you said. You were one to never be crass in front of the kids or in general. Thus, this was the closest thing to you being vulgar.
For the teens, they stood still and frozen in place. However, for different reasons. For Tsumiki, she was stunned. Heavily skilled in the art of not being or feeling awkward. Sheâs not bothered or offended by your words. Rather, she didn't expect you to say something like that when theyâre around. She knew it was bound to happen, just not with this conversation and those words. For Megumi, he was straight up flabbergasted. Never in a million years would he hear something like come out of you. Given, youâre known to have sufficient self-control when it comes to speaking in such a manner. Reserving that language for anyone 18 and over, and their dad. Right now, heâs growing frustrated because now he knows what people mean with you and Tojiâs marriage has top tier chemistry. Megumi slowly realizes that both his parents are rat bastards and of equal humor. Noting that you were better at keeping it under wraps while his dad bore no filter at all. Meanwhile, Mayumi was just existing and cuddling her plushie. Becoming oblivious to the whole matter as her toddler brain couldnât comprehend the words being used. But it was a good thing, much to both Megumi and Tsumiki relief.
âDid Mom justâ?â
âSay what I think she saidâŠ?â
With their minds broken, the two were trying to process what just happened. You said it, made it be known. Something that probably should be said when theyâre not present or only with their dad. Thinking about how you said them too: saying them with your chest, locked-in, hyper-focused, 10 toes down on the ground, no stuttering whatsoever. It looked like you were thinking about this for a long time and needed to get it off your chest.
To which you did, and successfully as well.
Just when the teens thought they were in the clear, they were thrown another curb ball. This time, it was from Toji.
âDoll, why are you complaining about them now? You never did beforehand, how do you think I gave you Tsumiki, Megumi, and Mayumi? You took them and everything else. Iâm not letting you throw me under the bus like this.â
Silence came back as soon as it left. If the two thought your words were absurd, their dadâs beat it and took your place with his own. Now Megumiâs petrified because he didnât know what else would come out of either his mom or dadâs mouth. Fearing the embarrassment and possible vulgarity to over take what the two of you said prior. He didnât want to hear nor wanted to know anymore. Just when he was about to drag his sisters away to leave you and Toji to your own devices, he sensed something that made him stay.
All at once, the silence was broken by you and Toji bursting out in laughter. You were holding onto his shoulders, gasping for more air to put in body but it was futile as you continued laughing even harder. Toji has his arms crossed but his sturdy broad frame shakes as he canât restrain his uncontrollable laughter. The kids watch on, once again thinking this was finally done.
But the next thing they knew, they felt a gust of air pass by them followed with another. In a turn of events, you were being chased by Toji throughout the Fushiguro Estate. Yet, your laughter and squeals that were accompanied by your husbandâs playful threats made it known this was all fun and games for you.
It went on like this for several minutes. Your two teens wouldâve cringed but let it pass over when they noticed Toji carrying you over his shoulder from the house towards the large Saucer Magnolia tree in the garden. Plopping himself on the grass with you in his lap, arms wrapped securely around your waist.
âNow, Doll, whereâs your present for me? I donât see it.â Toji says, feigning hurt as he whines fakingly.
You roll your eyes at his performance. Though, instead of a grin, a smile was all that was left. Highlighting the blissful expression you wore.
âI know you, Toji. You just want me to baby and give you all my attention.â You huffed lightly.
âYeah yeah, but youâre still gonna give it to me. You wonât deny me, Baby.â
Shaking your head, you let yourself be at your husbandâs mercy. Indulging himself in your warmth in presence. It was a peaceful moment until you heard a little giggling coming closer. Both of you look up to see Mayumi running this way followed by Megumi and Tsumiki who held a blanket to be laid on.
Toji unravels one arm to catch his youngest and sits her on his free thigh across from you. You never noticed until now how beautiful and relaxed Toji is. While he was known for his laid back personality, you knew itâs from not wasting his energy on matters that donât concern him. The reality was, Toji used to be tense and rigid. Forcing to stay on guard whilst putting on that lax facade. It wasnât until he met and married you was when his stiffness and strained body began to disappear from his body. He was relaxing, loosening himself up because of you.
Although your shared life with him wasnât easy and had its share of hardships, you felt honored Toji allowed himself to rest and find comfort in you. To see him finally have a sense of peacefulness after knowing what heâs been through, you only wish to love, care. and protect him for as long as youâre on this plane of existence.
Seeing how much contentment he has in interacting with his children and you, he was undeniably beautiful and sublime both physically and mentally. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you immerse in the loving family atmosphere youâre grateful to be a part of. Mayumi rambling and talking Tojiâs ear off while your husband entertains her. Meanwhile, you watch your two older children talk and spill the gossip in their school lives to each other.
You wallowed in this domestic bliss, savoring it as there will be nothing else like it. Youâre not the only one as Toji joins in basking in this domestic bliss as well. He would never say this out loud, but he didnât think heâd live this long. He thought heâd died young due to his reckless and careless behavior, getting himself into deep shit that would ultimately be his grave. The voice in his mind reminds him that this may be a one time thing, that heâll never get this in the next life. But he pushes that thought away to deal with it later. For now, heâll be present here with you as you both happily entertain your little Mayumi and her current interest.
As for Megumi and Tsumiki, they can rest easy knowing they wonât have to hear you or Toji saying those appalling words again anytime soon.
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