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lunarlando · 19 hours ago
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Hi I love ur girl dad lando fics sm they're adorable I was wondering if u could write smth where lando and readers girls invite their friends for a sleepover (like a crossover with carlos,charles, Oscar and max F's kids) cuz they're besties and reader and lando putting in lots of effort for the girls and making it a fun time for them and overall fluff and comedy pls xx
Hope u have a grt day and feel free to ignore this request if u don't want to write it xx 🫶🏼
so so sorry this took me so long to get around to, but thank you for your request! as a quick refresher since it's been ages since i've written for this little universe, we've got estelle and delilah norris, adrien leclerc, teo sainz, maeve and clara piastri, and some new additions—luca and lina fewtrell! hope you enjoy x
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“If someone told me I'd be in my thirties blowing up air mattresses for a bunch of children instead of going for a night out, I’d call them mental.” 
“And yet, here you are.” 
Here Lando is indeed, sitting in the middle of the living room floor, blowing up the third of eight child sized air mattresses for the girls’ sleepover tonight. Mattresses one and two have been cast off to the side, ready to go. You’re watching him moan and groan from the kitchen while you prep snacks and drinks for the kids. 
Estelle and Delilah had begged you to have a sleepover with their friends this weekend, and with all of them actually in Monaco for once, how could you refuse? 
“Y’know, you’re making terrible time on those mattresses,” You tease, turning towards the fridge to grab those little smoothie drinks the girls love. You’re all stocked up on their favorite foods, you’ve got their favorite movies queued on the television, and you’re pretty much prepared for anything a group of excited kids would want. 
All you want is for everything to go well tonight, because your girls are your world. 
You’re swept off your feet before you can throw another smart remark Lando’s way, drawn into his chest as his fingers dig into your sides, making you nearly shriek with laughter. You manage to push him away, but not before he’s rendered you breathless with his tickling. 
“When are all the little rascals coming over?” 
You slide your hands up his chest to link around the back of his neck, fingers toying with the curls at his nape. “Should be soon. Carlos is picking up Adrien on his way to bring Teo here, Lily and Oscar are dropping off the twins after gymnastics, and Pietra said she’ll be sending Max over with Luca and Lina pretty soon.” 
“Pietra’s not coming round?” 
“Pietra’s eight months pregnant on bed rest, my love. Have you forgotten, or has all that blowing made you lightheaded?” 
Lando rolls his eyes, squeezing your hip. “Ha ha, very funny, you.” 
“You love me.” 
“Duh. Wouldn’t have let you rope me into this circus otherwise,” He teases. 
“Don’t act like it hasn’t been your life’s dream to host a sleepover with eight kids hopped up on sugar and sweets.” 
“It’s all I’ve ever wanted.” 
There’s an undertone there, something more serious in his words that makes you smile warmly.
Lando has always been a family guy. His loved ones are his world, and the little family you’ve been able to create with each other despite all the challenges is one of the few things that take precedence over racing. You still remember the day you told him you were pregnant with Estelle. How he’d gone completely misty eyed and nearly tackled you in a hug before you’d even finished uttering the words. 
He’s told you before, getting to be a father, getting to have a family, it’s a gift he’d never be able to thank you enough for. 
You pull him in closer to kiss him, taking advantage of the girls being busy in their room to have a little time alone to love on your husband. 
“Daddy!!!” Estelle’s loud shriek has you both pulling away from each other in a snap. Lando deflates against you, groaning quietly. 
“Yes, lovebug?” He calls, angling his head towards the direction of her voice. 
“I can’t find my race car pajamas!” 
“That’s ‘cause they’re in the laundry! You got ice cream on them last night, remember?” 
You dig a sharp elbow into Lando’s side, eliciting a high pitched yelp and an incredulous look aimed your way. You raise a brow at your husband. “You gave them ice cream last night?” 
“Shit. Erm, no, ‘course I didn’t,” He says unconvincingly, shaking his head. “Wouldn’t do that, would I? Definitely did not give them—”
“Daddy!” Estelle screeches again, the end of the word long and drawn out. 
“Wow, would you listen to that? I reckon I should go see what I can do for that darling daughter of ours!” He’s wriggled himself free before you can blink, pressing the hastiest of pecks to the corner of your mouth quickly before speeding off to Estelle’s rescue (and away from the trouble he’d been about to get in). 
You laugh and shake your head, because he's just the same as when you’d first had the privilege of loving him all those years ago. He was younger then, more boyish, maybe even a little naive, but that was who you fell in love with. In some ways, he's the same. In other ways, he's grown tenfold. 
Either way, changed or not, you've loved him all this time and will continue to, even after you inevitably become old and grey together. It won't happen for a long time, but you're looking forward to growing old with Lando. 
“My back is killing me,” He grumbles later in the night, as he pads gingerly across the room over to his side of the bed. It’s nearly midnight and all the kids had gone off to bed a few hours ago after a fully action packed evening, so now it’s your turn to wind down. 
The days when you’d stumble home hand in hand, drunk and giggling in the wee hours of the morning are nothing but a distant memory. Now, you can barely stay up past twelve most nights. Right now, you’re both exhausted. But the kids had a blast, and that makes everything worth it. 
You giggle at his over exaggerated steps. “C’mere, I’ll massage you.” That makes him perk up, smirking at you like the massage will lead to other things. “Don’t even think about it, mister. Try again another day when we’re not hosting all of our friends’ kids.” 
“Am I able to get that rain check in writing, or…”
“Uncle Lando?” A small voice from the hallway draws both of your attention. Max’s son, Luca, is peering at the two of you, half shrouded in the darkness of the hallway. 
“Luca! What’re you doing up, buddy?” Lando asks, beckoning him into the room. The boy pads in hesitantly, looking worried.
You pat the covers as a sign for him to take a seat and he does, rubbing at his shoulder the same way his dad always does when something is bothering him. Sometimes you can’t believe how similar Luca is to Max. 
“I couldn’t—I can’t sleep,” He mumbles, little brows furrowed. “I miss my mum.” 
“Oh, honey,” You soothe, scooting closer to put your hand over his smaller one. The seven year old’s bottom lip trembles a touch. 
“You know, there was one time your dad and I had to stay in the same hotel room, and he couldn't sleep either because he missed your mum,” Lando mentions, voice light, like he's recalling something casual. 
“You and dad had a sleepover?” 
Lando looks very much like he wants to explain that no, he and Max, two grown men, did not have a sleepover, but at your subtle shake of the head, doesn't. He nods instead, patting the boy on the back. “Yeah, mate, we had a sleepover. Anyways, your dad just couldn’t fall asleep for hours, and d’you wanna know what eventually did help him?” 
“What, Uncle Lando?” 
“We gave your mum a call, and they talked for a bit, and afterwards, he was able to fall asleep right quick. Shall we do that? Give your parents a ring?” 
Luca nods quickly, sniffling. Lando smiles warmly as he reaches over to swipe his phone off the bedside table. You watch as he shows the boy what to do instead of just ringing Max himself. 
Suddenly you're hit with an overwhelming feeling of what Lando would be like if the two of you ever had a son. You’d had the conversation many times before, whether or not you wanted to have a third child. The timing had just never been right. 
Raising two kids under two whilst Lando was away racing most of the time had been rough enough, but the girls were nearly eight now. And sure, his career is still going strong at the moment, but you've got years of experience under your belt now. 
You wouldn't say no to another kid if Lando felt the same way, especially if it ended up being a boy. Make no mistake, you were a girl mom through and through, but the thought of having a little mini Lando running around with his big sisters made your heart swell.
“Mate, shouldn’t you be—Luca! Hey, big guy!” Max answers on the third ring, teasing demeanor morphing straight into parental as soon as he catches a glimpse of his son on the other side of the screen rather than Lando. “What’s up? You having fun with your friends?” 
“Yeah, yeah. Um, is…” Luca hesitates, casting a nervous glance at Lando, who only nods encouragingly. It seems to help, because he turns his attention back, sounding much more firm when he speaks again. “Can I talk to mum?” 
“Can you talk to mum? Of course you can! Let me go find her. You know your mum, always wandering around these days,” Max jokes, winking. Luca giggles quietly. He already looks like he's feeling much better. “Oi, P! There’s someone special who wants to talk to you.” 
Luca chats with Pietra for a little bit, and you can tell just how much that little boy loves and adores his mother. He’s beaming happily when the call ends, a far cry from the timidness he’d come in with earlier. 
“All good now, mate? You’ll try and get some sleep tonight?” Lando asks, clapping Luca on the shoulder gently. 
“Yep! Thanks, Uncle Lando!” He runs off without another word after that. 
“Well, I think we handled that pretty well, don’t you think?” Lando hums, tossing his phone back on the bedside table. “Hello? Darling?” 
“What would you think about having another baby?” You blurt. 
“Another—babe, what? Where is this coming from?” He splutters, looking utterly bewildered. His eyes go wide a split second later. “Wait, you’re not—are you?” 
“No, no, I’m not—I just—fuck, I’m sorry. I didn't mean to ask so bluntly like that, I was trying to ease into the conversation.” 
“Oh. Okay. That’s…yeah. Sorry, you just caught me off guard is all.” He scrubs a hand over his face.  “I didn’t know you were thinking about it. Last I recall we were on the same page about stopping at two. Did something change, or…?” 
“I don’t know. I guess I was just thinking about, y’know, what if we wind up having a boy? A mini Lando, running around with his big sisters one day?” 
Lando opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something, then snaps it shut before inhaling a sharp breath and trying again. “I love our little family more than anything.” 
“I do too.”
“Are we really ready to have three kids?” 
“I think we are. We managed eight of them pretty well tonight.” You shrug, sliding a reassuring hand over Lando’s. “Plus, there’s more than enough love to go around, don’t you think?” 
That seems to solidify the decision, because he brings your joined hands up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “We got this. Let’s have another baby!” 
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tragic-ships-tournament · 2 days ago
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Tragic Ships Tournament Round 3
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Propaganda under the cut!
Herongraystairs:
"Hey is it polyamory if you and your buddy are both in love with the same girl (and each other)? Is it polyam to die of old age and only have your wife and the guy you were platonic married to as a teenager in your final moments? Is it polyamory if you constantly bring up your wife's dead husband and make it clear you're also deeply in love with him?"
Lawrence and Adam:
No propaganda submitted however I think everyone should read this giant essay written by the submitter
"Okay so our buddy Jigsaw here, John to his friends, puts Adam and Gordon in a trap in the so-called Saw Bathroom.
Adam wakes up from unconscious in a full bathtub and gasps for air trying to get out. In doing so, he inadvertently pulled the plug. It is pitch black in the room. A voice calls out from the other side of the room.
The voice is Gordon. His name is Lawrence Gordon, he's a doctor. For a few moments his voice is all there is until Gordon turns on the light. They are both chained to metal pipes in opposite corners. They introduce themselves. There is a dead body in the middle of the room.
Neither man trusts the other. In attempts to escape, they find clues: a clock that is brand new and as such the opposite of the rest of the room; an envelope with a cassette in Adam's pockets; and a casette, a key and a bullet in Gordon's. The key opens neither man's chain.
But there is a casette player in the hand of the dead man in the middle of the room.
With some difficulty, Adam is able to reach it so that he can play his tape which detailed his crimes (as according to John) and how he will either watch himself die or do something about it. This is a poetic trap on John's part as Adam is a voyeur and is paid by various people to follow others around and takes photos on them. As for Gordon? Well, first he sends his tape to Adam to hear first before hearing it himself. His crime is that as a doctor (his name is Lawrence Gordon, he's a doctor) he spends his days telling people they're going to die, giving them their death sentence. Now he must carry out that sentence himself. He must kill Adam by 6 o'clock or Gordon's wife and daughter will die.
The dead man in the middle of the room was one of Gordon's patients.
The recording gives them several other clues and soon they find a plastic bag in the toilet with two hacksaws and a bag of photos inside. Adam throws one to Gordon and immediately begins on his own chain. The saw breaks.
In anger, Adam throws it at the mirror which smashes. Gordon realises the saws are not for the chains but for their legs. This is when they realise they've been abducted by Jigsaw. Gordon mentions that Jigsaw had previously tried to frame him for murder by leaving his penlight at the scene of one of Jigsaw's crimes. Adam grows distrustful of Gordon because that's a weird detail to mention, huh? And in a fit of panic and anger, he takes the broken mirror shard and threatens to kill our boy Gordon (Lawrence Gordon, he's a doctor) unless he explains what the hell is going on. Then he notices that the mirror is a one-way mirror. He smashes the rest of it until he's cut through the glass and they see a camera.
A camera watching their every move. Adam soon learns that the camera is protected by another pane of glass, this one shatterproof.
Gordon, bless his heart, is able to calm Adam down and he begins to tell Adam about his family. He has a wife named Alison and a daughter called Diana. Adam asks if he wants more children, Gordon replies no as he doesn't think Diana gets enough time with her parents as is.
This nice conversation is ruined when Gordon tossed Adam his wallet so Adam can look at the picture of them in his wallet. That picture isn't there; instead, there's a picture of them tied up and gagged in their apartment. Adam doesn't want to worry Gordon so he quietly pockets it and just says the photo isn't there. This photo also has a clue that leads to Adam asking Gordon to turn off the light at which point they see a glowing X and are able to get the next puzzle in the trap. (It's a very drawn out trap compared to Jigsaw's more oftenly used one and one em traps) Gordon retrieves a box with a lighter, two cigarettes, a note saying the cigarettes arent poisonous (factually untrue consideeing lung cancer but John's an engineer not a doctor) and a phone. The phone can't be used to make calls so no 911 can save these white boys right now.
Adam, who doesn't know about the note, asks for a cigarette. Gordon says no.
Gordon asks Adam how he knew to turn off the light. Adam tries to lie, like a liar, and fails, like a failure, and is forced to reveal the photo. This is how Gordon (his name is Lawrence Gordon, he's a doctor) is able to come up with his big plan. He, having figured out it was poidonous, dips one cigarette into the blood of the dead man in the middle of the room. He turns off the light again. He explains his plan to Adam.
Lights come back up, Gordon gives Adam a cigarette and a lighter. Adam takes a drag. Suddenly what? Oh no? He's dying? Never mind, he's being electric shocked through his chain because boy howdy can that boy not act.
Also, when you turn off the lights, people can't see you. They can still hear you.
Gordon points his anger at Adam for the failure of the plan though again, he did just tell Adam the plan by talking. Like that's not that secure. But the electric shock triggers something in Adam. He remembers his abduction and having no one else in the room to talk to (besides the dead body), he tells Gordon about it. Their traumas are entwining. Then the phone rings. It's Diana. She begs her dad to save them. Then the phone is given to Alison who tells Gordon that he can't trust Adam and that they've known each other for a long time. Gordon confronts Adam. Adam admits that he's known who Gordon was for a few days. He'd been paid to follow Gordon around and take photos of what he was doing. Adam shows him the photos. Which photos, you ask? The ones in that bag that were in the plastic bag in the toilet. I'm sure you've forgotten about them now. They argue and Adam admits he followed Gordon to a hotel where Gordon was meeting up with one of his students, Carla. They were about to start an affair. Adam knows about this. As does John. That's the real reason Gordon is in this trap. A Welcome Home Cheater sign? No, no. This one gets the Saw Bathroom.
Convinced that whoever hired Adam must be Jigsaw, Gordon presses him on it. Adam relents. It's not Jigsaw. It's a detective who's convinced Gordon is Jigsaw.
They fall silent again. They figure out one of Jigsaw's henchmen is a guy called Zep who's an orderly at the hospital. The time runs out. The phone rings again. It's Alison! She's broken free! They're saved! Gunshots. Diana screams. Gordon cries. The chain electric shocks Gordon into unconsciousness. Adam immediately tries to wake him up, terrified Gordon is dead. He's not. But he's broken down. And when he was being electrocuted, he'd chucked the phone out of reach. Out of all other options, Gordon (his name is Lawrence Gordon, he's a doctor) uses his shirt to stanch his leg and begins to cut his foot off. Adam begs him not to and to just calm down, but Gordon's too far gone. When the deed is done (which you don't see in the film by the way, the first Saw was very tame when it came to gore surprisingly enough), he crawls to the dead body in the room and takes the gun out of the man's hand. He loads the gun with the one bullet he has. He shoots Adam. Adam falls back like he's in Looney Tunes. Gordon screams at the camera and begs them to save his family. And then Zep comes in. He was the one holding Gordon's family hostage. Gordon tries to shoot him. Gordon had one bullet in his gun. His shots are unsurprisingly ineffective. Zep is unimpressed with this. It is just a rapidly paling man missing a foot shooting an empty gun like he's in a water pistol battle in a county undergoing a drought. He decides to kill Gordon as he didn't kill Adam by 6 o'clock. And Zep is from the county over and has plenty of water to spare. He aims his gun at Gordon.
But he forgot about Adam. Like a Bugs Bunny reborn, Adam comes in from behind with the toilet tank lid. In his fear and pain and anger, he beats Zep over and over and over with the lid until Gordon is able to calm him down. They stare at each other like sad gay men. Gordon tells Adam that if he doesn't get out, he'll bleed to death here. Adam begs him to stay. Gordon promises to come back for him. Adam begs him not to leave him. Gordon crawls out the room. Adam is left alone, a bullet in his shoulder and his heart crawling away. He's all alone. Apart from John Kramer. He was the dead body in the middle of the room this whole time. He stands up. He tells Adam that the key to his chain was in the bathtub. The one that Adam had accidentally pulled the plug out of. He leaves the room. Game over.
Adam will die in this room. It was always going to end like this. One of them was going to die in that room. If Adam lives, Gordon must die. If Gordon lives, he must kill Adam. There is no way in the world for these two to survive, not together. There was always going to be a dead body in that bathroom."
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gyeomsweetgyeom · 2 days ago
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[4:47 am]
(cw: wife!reader)
CEO!Johnny had been mad since the second he heard about this early meeting. That was a week ago. Well, not mad, more like pouty. For a few months now he’d gotten used to going into the office a little later so that he could have his mornings with you. Nothing too crazy, just a half hour later, but after all the hard work he’d put in for the company, he felt he deserved the half hour with his wife. The mornings were blissful, waking up and cuddling with you. Following that up with coffee and breakfast together and bidding each other goodbye with a kiss before heading in your respective directions.
But today, today felt like hell. He was up before the sun was coming up, waking up while bakers were still baking for the morning rush, while children were still fast asleep and in dreamland before going to school. Getting ready before you were even thinking about waking up. Hell, you were deep in rem sleep right now.
A part of him wanted to be selfish and wake you up. At the very least, to have your company. He wouldn’t force you out of the warmth of your shared bed. He just missed you… and today would be a long day. Going in early to talk to overseas investors and spending the rest of the day finalizing reports for the end of the quarter. He was already tired of it all.
Johnny dragged his feet while he sipped his coffee and willed the caffeine to kick in. He was bone tired. He had even stolen some of your under eye patches to help with the puffiness under his eyes. He sighed tiredly, tying his tie and fixed his hair one last time.
He turned off the light in the bathroom and padded across the bedroom to your sleeping form. He pressed a kiss to your forehead whispering a quiet, “have a good day, baby.”
He wishes he could say he felt accomplished since he had been awake so early and working almost as long. He talked to the investors, he got a lot of paperwork done, and he drank a lot of coffee. And still he didn’t feel good knowing his soft mornings with his wife had been torn away.
So it came it as no surprise when your FaceTime call came in at your usual wake up and get ready hour. He smiled brightly as his thumb slid across the screen to answer your call. He was met with your pouty face surrounded with the white sheets of your shared bed, “you didn’t wake me up.”
Johnny laughs, “baby, it was like 5 in the morning! Good morning though, how are you?”
“I dunno,” you grumble, “my husband doesn’t love me so…”
Johnny chuckles softly, slumping back in his very expensive desk chair, “I do love you. I love you so much that I didn’t interrupt your sleep. I did consider it though.”
“If you really loved me you’d have woken me up,” you argue playfully.
“I think you’ll love me when you see what I left you in the kitchen,” Johnny tells you, lifting his brows with a smirk.
He watches you move through the halls, hair messy and free. He watches your eyes light up when you saw the surprise he’d left for you. “Breakfast and coffee. Wow, I guess you do love me,” you tease, “thank you though, baby. I appreciate it.”
“I think you’ll also be happy to know that I’ll be home early today. I haven’t told anyone yet, but I will be. I deserve it after waking up at 4 in the morning."
"I don't think your secretary would approve of that," you chide, arching your brow a him through the camera.
"Well, she wasn't here at 5 in the morning was she? Plus, she'll like it when she gets to go home early too," Johnny yawns, "I'll pick up dinner on the way home, baby. Have a good day. You off to work?"
You shake your head with a smile, "nope, took the day off. I'll see you later. I love you."
"I love you too," Johnny responds before hanging up. Damn, he should have taken the day off too, especially since his CFO was more than capable of doing this on their own. He drags a tired hand down his face, he was definitely going to put in for a long vacation and it you off to some resort where you both could spend the whole day in bed if you wanted to.
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clarkeyshill · 3 days ago
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never alone
chris dixon x fem reader
summary: chris with his first daughter
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You really felt as if you had struck gold having chris as your husband. he is one of the sweetest and attentive’s partners, even when he’s at the office for hours on end or away filming videos, he made sure to check in on you every moment he could letting you know just how loved you were by him.
now chris as a dad was everything you could’ve possibly imagined and more.
you and chris had talked about having children the moment your relationship got serious, both being on the same page about your future family. so when you fell pregnant with your daughter, you weren’t surprised when chris began to dote on you at any given moment.
and the moment your babygirl was born, you saw the switch in your partner as he held your baby to his bare chest tears trickling down his cheek. he could’ve stayed in this position for the rest of his life, you curled into his side as you slept soundlessly and your babygirl layed on his chest in the same way.
when he was home, he was constantly holding the baby. the pair of them attached at the hip. he would sit with her in his arms talking about anything and everything he possibly could and as your baby got older she would babble back to his making chris melt on the spot.
you found it adorable. they were like two peas in a pod. walking into the living room everynight to find your fiance snoring on the couch and your daughter staring up at him with her big doe eyes that matched her fathers.
chris never failed to show that he was your daughter’s biggest fan, one she was old enough he started taking her to the football field near your house. he’d make a proper family outing of it dragging you away from your work (which you were more than happy to do) and you’d sit close by watching as your daughter kicked the ball for the first time and chris cheered the loudest he had ever cheered in his life scooping her into his arms as she laughed clapping excitedly.
obviously with chris’ job being what it is, you expressed your concerns about showing your daughter on camera. obviously, with the type of content chris makes there was no need for your daughter to be on camera but you were worried about the other people in your group of close friends, but he reassured you saying he’d already had a conversation with the boys about recording around the baby and everyone understood and respected it.
every concern you had, every worry or anxiety, chris reassured you as quick as he could.
“she’s got little ringlets coming.” he muttered to you one night. you had just put the baby down to sleep, and you were both stood over the cot watching your daughter adoringly.
you hummed leaning your head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around your waist kissing the top of your head softly, “just like yours.”
chris smiled proudly at himself looking down at his daughter, who was growing up to be his twin at this point, “like mine.”
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romanscoming · 1 day ago
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“..fuc- .. might just marry you all over again mama ..”
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HUSBAND!DAD!SEONG GI-HUN [ PLAYER 456 ] x WIFE!MOMMY!BLACK!READER FLUFF - SMUT
TAGLIST ! | REQUEST ! | WATTPAD !
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A/N - I AM SO UPSET ION SEE ANY FANFIC ABOUT SEONG GI-HUN THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT, HES THE STAR OF THE SHOW ND NOW THE MOST UNDERRATED IT BREAKS MY HEARTTT .
SUMMARY - family days are always fun, but the more and more gi-hung watches you with you guys firstborn, he wonders what itd be like when you guys have more little ones .. howd you look pregnant again,, he wonders and imagines it, but what if—he convinces his sweet babydoll toddler to tell u so he can get you pregnant on her behalf and not his owns .
¡ WARNING !
[ started off all wholesome ], daughter is named after sae-byeok, creampie, babymaking, no protection, raw, pussy praising, soft!gi-hun, cubbycuvy!reader, body worship, breastfeeding, kissing, baby talk, skin to skin,
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GI-HUN SMILED BRIGHTLY OVER AT YOU AS YOU WHERE PLAYING IN THE GRASS WITH THE LITTLE 1 1/2 YEAR OLD … your daughter had on her adorable red plaid dress with her pigtails and mini red bows; sae looked of a mixture of you and gi-hun, but she was the more adorable baby youd both had seen .
you laughed at your little girl before turning to see gi-hun staring .. “gi-hun, can you get my camera please !”
he nodded with a small smile, before going into the diaper bag and grabbing your camera, sneaking a couple of pictures of you by yourself, and some of you and sae .
gi-hun couldda be more happier—he’d miss ga-yeong a lot, but hardly seen her since her mother moved her to America .. but now he had you—and sae you guys sweet babygirl .
you intended that you wanted sae and ga-yeong to meet, but her mother would always denied, but youd always get gi-hun to facetime her just so she can see the baby, and every single time youd promise theyd see each other in person one day .
and boy was ga-yeong hopes was up .
but seeing you interact with both, sae and ga-yeong bought so much joy to gi-hun, his imagination started to run wild as he started to wonder if youd have more of his children—and by more a lot more .
and it wasnt just the idea of more children it was the concept of you being pregnant all over again that made him see stars .
all round and swollen so fragile but so delicate .
he even liked how dedicated you were for him to do things for you—like massages, butt rubs, belly rubs .. you were more touchy then usual and he loved that .
but he rlly liked seeing you sleep holding your belly, the way you would stand cradling your unborn child—seeing you in bodycon dresses all round—oh and ur breast—so full .. the things he’d do to get you all clingy to him and pregnant again was absolutely insane .
di-hun snapped out of thought as he heard the babbling and a shout from your voice ..
“no-no give me—you take sae” you said as carried the tiny human on your hip giving her to gi-hun and taking the camera “say cheeseeee my loves”
gi-hun laughed and smiled before tickling the infant getting her to giggle as well .
you snapped a couple of pictures of them, smiling happily, moving to get slower to them, getting into the camera frame you snapped pictures of all 3 of you with big smiles and some of you and gi-hun kissing opposite sides of sae’s face .
gihun took the camera sitting onto the little picnic blanket snapping more pictures as you sat down with a smiley baby in your lap .
“these pictures are so beautiful—i love them” you smiled at his word humming to yourself .
“i lowve youuu !” mumbled the little sae, you smiled and kissed her cheek as you rubbed your noses together and letting your foreheads touch .
“i love youuuu babydoll .” you whispered .
gi-hun snapped a picture of you guys before poking at the infant, “what about your papa—hm ?”
she jumped into his hands as you laughed and dusted off your skirt before getting up to your feet .
“i looowve youuu too papa .. i prwomise !” gi-hun smiled and hugged her tightly before kissing her forehead, “papa loves you so much more—to the moon and back”
you smiled watching them from afar, turning back around to see the beach waves hit the shore.
“want to play in the water for a little before we go home sae ?” she nodded at your question bouncing in her papa’s lap as he smiled .
gi-hun had her pretty occupied so, you quickly grabbed some things out the diaper bag nd took your ponytail out letting your curls bounce freely,, before heading out to the shore, as the dark headed male followed with the little one in his arms, babbling around the sky, the grass and the water .
you were a couple of feet ahead when gi-hun started to tickle sae, the giggles of your little girl bought joy to your face, he spun her around watching her with adoration in his eyes, he looked forward and looks at you with a bright smile, you happily return it before starting to walking again .
he looked back at sae and smiled at her, “you see that most gorgeous woman over there ?” he whispered loudly on purpose .
“mommy ?? papa ?” sae questioned with a giggle, “yes—shh-shh before she hears .. i have a secret but you cant tell,, pinky promise !”
he held out his pink and she wraps her tiny chubby finger around his—“pinky promise!” she beamed with a joyful smile .
gi-hun chuckled at the little girl curiosity “i have a big fat crush on her ..” he whisper yell smiling knowing you can hear him, “dont tell her thought—you promise !” he remined sae as she clapped her hands together shaking her head .
once he placed her down into the sand, she laughed and giggled running over to you pulling at your skirt and lifting her little chubby arms up for you to pick her up, “hii my little doll.”
“mommy—mommy papa has a crush on you” she reveals loudly giggling her butt off, “ohh—wow wanna know another secret ?” you asked her as you look over at gi-hun shaking your head with a grin on your face .
he shrugged his shoulders while laughing, sae pulled at your blouse shaking her head yes to get your attention, “i have a crush on him as well—dont tell him !” as you whispered yelled to her, knowing gi-hun was listening as well .
quickly as you place the infant into the sand she ran fast to her papa—right to tell him the secret youd just told him .
both of the laughed at the small girl, she was such a bundle of joy, gi-hun could help himself but to want more—a lot more .
sae was now around gi-huns back as they came up to you from behind, “I love you, my love.” gi-hun whispered in your ear secretly placing his hands over your belly cupping it .
“I love you more gi-hun,” you smiled placing your hand over his while letting your head fall into his chest .
you guys stayed in the position for a while, rocking back and forth, you started to doze off only for gi-hun to pick you up in one arm and hold sae in the other .
“home! hooome !” sae yelled in a cheer .
gi-hun put a finger over his lips to shh her and point over to you as you were sleeping, sae nodded and laid her head onto his shoulders shushing u to sleep like you were awake .
once makes it to the car, gi-hun placed sae on the ground, helping you into the car as he kissed your forehead and you whined for more, “mmm—“
you were cut off with his lips touching yours, he cupped your face before pulling away letting his forehead rest against your .
finally closing the car door, he went to the back seat and buckled sae into her seatbelt and kissing her forhead as he quietly giggles and smiled at him .
gi-hun smiled back at the little bitty girl before whispering, “sae—how would you feel about a little baby brother or sister ?”
she gave gi-hun a questionable look before tapping her finger on her chin and babbling about which one she wanted .
“boaf—papa both.”
gi-hun smirked to himself nodding before putting his finger on his lip once again “it’ll be a birthday gift”
. . .
making it home, gi-hun got sae out the car and onto his side as he opened your car door and slightly shook you awake, “cmon mama, lets get you inside .”
you walked on side of gi-hun holding onto him as you were still half asleep, “gi-hun, lets bath together, okay ?” he hummed in return .
once everyone was inside of the house, gi-hun ran sae some bath water before help you in your sleepy stage up the stages to your shared bedroom .
“dont leave me—“ gi-hun shushes you, “shh—mama ill be right back, i promise .”
“dont take long.. please” you whined frowning, gi-hun smiled at your clinginess and smirk to himself, “no longer then 15 minutes my love .”
once gi-hun came back to the room, you were almost drifted off into a deep sleep, kissing all around your face until you push him away—with a whine .
“cmon doll,” you whined once again before rising up your hands, and gi-hun happily picked you up .
sitting you onto the cold bathroom counter, you whined again for the 3rd time still holding onto gi-hun .
“so whiny mama, whats up with that.” he questioned, with a playful frown .
you looked up at him when teary eyes, “i want you to hold me—gi-hun please”
he sighed before kissing the tears in your eyes away, and leaving peppermint kisses all over your face, then started to take off your crop top cardigan, and pull down your loose dress letting it form a pool at the bottom of your feet, “i gotchu mama, lets get these clothes off first .”
gi-hun would be lying if he said it didnt enjoy this, you acting so similar to how you did a couple of years ago while pregnant, he was loving it, fantasizing about it.
he left you on the corner as he quickly turn on the shower, then placed himself right back between your legs, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as you watched him very closely .
soft low moans left out of your mouth as you finally look up to see gi-hun already staring into your eyes, “kiss—kiss me-“ he smashed his lips onto yours in a heart beat, your hands pushing his shirt off all the way as it fell to the marvel floor .
the kiss got more heated by the second, youd started to unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants and let he fall to the floor while he stepped out of them and close to you, pressing your clothed pussy against your clothed cock—feeling each others aura.
finally pulling away for air, you both stayed in place foreheads touching as he breathed in the air you breathe out .
gi-hun kissed the side of your face before trailing his hands down your neck to cup your big breast before he moved to your back to unclip your bra, letting your breast fall before he could catch them .
gi-hun’s kissing moved from the side of your face to your jaw, neck and into small pecks around your breast before his hand got to your waist .. as he played with your panties line .
you moaned as you held onto his shoulders, throwing you head back a little as you lift your bottom half up to let home slide your panties off .
gi-hun laughed to himself before dropping to his knees and kissing your thighs close to your dripping cunt .
you whined as he stood back up and moved away from you, dropping his boxers to the floor as his cock bounce and slapped his chest reaching his navel .
your eyes rolled as you watched, and he kept his eyes you closely .
locking eye contact, gi-hun cupped your face before kissing your lips once again, while picking you up from the counter and bring you into the shower with him.
letting each other go, you walked into the falling water letting it drip down your body and fall to the shower floor .
smiling to yourself as you felt his hands wrap around your waist once again, bringing you closer to him .
his cock twitched as your ass brushed against him .
“fuckk—i missed you—i miss this.” gi-hun moaned in your ear as he rubbed around your body .
you took a deep breath before laying your head onto his shoulder, humming at his words and his touch .
kissing trailing down your neck from behind, he left small hickeys and soft slopping kissing to your shoulders . His hands sliding up from ur waist to your belly as it cups it .. “sae—i asked sae what she rlly wanted for her birthday..” he started .
you mumbled a small ‘hm?’ and he continued, “she said she wants a brother and a sister—“ he laughed to himself sending your shivers .. “i told her, i’ll make sure to tell mommy.”
you turned to gi-hun, “both ?” he nodded with a cheeky smile, “in her words, ‘boaf, papa both !’” he laughed before kissing you .
gi-hun picked you up, wrapping his arms around your waist as you wrapped your legs around his back .
more water falling down both of your backs crashing into the ground .
you pussy clenched around nothing, hungrily for his cock, you whined “please..”
gi-hun kissing you again as one of his hands fell to your wet clit, rubbing it gently .
you bit his lip, moaning into his now open mouth .
gi-hun buried his head into your neck sloppy kisses and groaned from him as he rubbed his fingers against your clit faster, his other hand moved to your ass, squeezing and gripping onto it as you threw your head back against the glass wall .
gi-hun lined his cock with your pussy before moved to get a better view of your face, “look at me mama ..”
you whined before opening your eyes to see gi-hun looking back at your with a soft smile . he pushed into your pussy slowly grunting .
you eyes rolled back as you moaned out his name, “yes mama .. gonna give sae a sibling huh, arent we baby ?”
as you opened your mouth to reply, he thrusted harder, the feeling of his dick deep inside of you was deniable, he lift your head up as you nodded before leaning into you as your lips finally touched again .
pulling away his thrusts became sloppy , your pussy tighten around his cock, “soo close paa—please”
gi-hun nodded with a smile, before moving his finger to your clit rubbing it quickly wanting your to release on his cock, “cmon mama, let go for me.”
your orgasm was so beautiful gi-hun came inside of your just from the view, your body trembling in his arms, gi-hun kept pounding into your abused cunt, cock twitching as more and more of his load filled you up to the brim .
he bought his fingers open to his mouth as he locked eyes with you once again and sucked them coating his fingers with your juices and his saliva, before pulling his digits out and watched as your mouth fell open without an order, he smirked and placed his fingers into your mouth as you sucked them dry now .
“you did so good mama, but ion think it was enough for 2 baby—dontcha think ?”
you nodded as your head fell back again as he sped up his thrusts once again, you were panting gi-hun held onto tightly as he started to slide to the floor of the shower,, now sitting he gave you a look that made you take action .
you held onto his shoulder as you started to slowly bounce up and down on his cock—gi-hun is watched as his dick appeared and disappeared into your tight dripping cunt .
staying still inside of you was difficult when all he wanted to do was take you all damn day—his head was back into your neck inhaling your scent, embracing your touch as he held onto your waist helping you bounce up and down .
“Mmhh—Aaah~ giiii-hun !! paaaa please—“ you moaned out his name and whined, “aghhh~ canttt hold it .”
“shh—mama i knoow ugh—cmon cmon.” gi-hun grunted against your neck as he flipped you guys over with you underneath him,
pushing your legs over his shoulders getting you into a missionary position, giving him more excess inside of you “soo-sooo-ss-deep paa ..” you moaned in his chest
you can feel every inch of him inside of you, the head of his cock brushing against your cervix, with every thrust he bought upon you .
he shifts and gripped upon your hip tightly pulling you closer as he fell in deeper .
“fff-fuckk .. might just marry you all over again mama ..” he laughed as you whimpered .
gi-hun couldnt take it anymore, he was stuffing himself balls deep into you as his dick twitched in your cunt as you moaned louder as you tighten around him .
“ahh-h,, fuuuc-your pussy feels’ so goooodd mama” he couldn’t control himself anymore, he held onto your legs pushing himself deeper and deeper inside thrusting like crazy, “your gonna take it all hm ? right doll— gonna grant our baby girl her wishes of a brother and a sister ?”
your faced warmed at his words, but you quickly nodded your head moaning out a small ‘yes a million times yes .. i promise !’
gi-hun kissed your forehead before looking down at where you bother were connected, looking at all the water droplets mix with sweat against both of your bodies, you smiled at him, “cum—aguhh~ cum with me please,”
cupping his faces as he nodding telling his forehead fall to your as he thrusted increased once again as you tighten your pussy against his dick; keeping eye contact as you both started panting .
“gonna—ah-mmh gonna cum in this pussy mama”
“yess—pleasahh~ pleaseee paa .”
locking eye contact again, you blinking sleepily at him as he nods to you as you squeezed his cock in place of your cunt, “aughhh—fuccccc !”
closing his eyes as he held you closer to him chest to chest as he released a even bigger load then the last deep inside of you .
gi-hun kissed your lips up to your nose then forhead before pulling away, looking down to his coated dick .
slowly pushing out his half soft dick watches all of the cum he crammed inside of you, he froze as you tried to lift yourself up but he stopped you—
lifting your head to see gi-hun was full on hard once again—letting out a breath as you looked up his body and to his face locking eyes, he had that same cheeky grin from earlier .
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artificialharmony · 4 hours ago
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"I'm Still Here" is an important movie about a horrible period of brazilian history but it's also an important movie about grief.
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It's about the realization that your life has been profoundly, irreparably changed forever that never comes in the moment of pain. Sometimes it hits you at a diner and you just have to keep it together because who else will? Can't cry now, you just have to swallow your grief and keep going.
It's about love for and from this family, about little moments of life with people coming and going, dancing over good meals...And then it’s all suddenly taken away.
It's a movie about ghosts.
The movie shows the "ghost of the dictatorship" and how it haunts, but also the ghosts of losing people you loved deeply and suddenly. It's why this specific and very short dialogue from the movie makes me tear up every time I remember it:
“When did you bury Dad?”
"What?"
"When did you realize Dad was never coming home?"
Because how many days after his death did I, too, wait for my Dad to come home to hug me until one ordinary day at school, having a hard time on a math test, I realized that he was never coming back to help me study math ever again? And how many times did the children of Rubens Paiva felt the same as I did doing their daily and ordinary tasks?
This is a tough thing. The perception of grief in the middle of a meeting where you can't send a message to that person complaining, a photo that would have been funny to them but you no longer have that person, a plan that evaporates in the nonexistence of the other...
The pain of loss always hits much harder in everyday life... Like that scene of Eunice Paiva at the ice cream shop without her husband and seeing other families being complete while hers wasn't.
This idea of ​​the vacuum of an everyday space is deadly...And even years later, when you think you're over it, it hits just like the day it happened: while listening to a song they liked, watching a movie you know they would've loved to watch with you, a book they showed you, eating a food you two would eat together...Their ghosts are always there, the grief is always looming.
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godhandler · 2 days ago
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Tokyo Day 
| s. geto x reader, mentions of n. zenin x reader, infidelity, angst, fluff ending, geto is an unstable maniac in love as he was created to be, porn with serious plot, 1.2k words, part 1 | [COMPLETED]
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The dildo drips through the toilet paper it’s been hurriedly wrapped up in, ruining your vintage Gilbert Adrien bedsheet. It’s a beautiful silk collectible, one your husband gifted you after you caught him cheating the thousandth time. This time wasn’t like the other times– your little son saw them together too. He still asks you things like– “why was oto-san’s peepee inside that lady’s mouth, mama?” and you can only distract him with the promise of a Lunchly.
You rue the cum stain on your bedsheet when you return from the bathroom, cleaned and dressed for the day. It’s not the kind of bedsheet one has sex on, it was built to be showcased under glass cases in museums; your morning masturbation session has lined it with creases that cannot be ironed out. It’s the damn dildo, you decide, ruining my life. 
In the opposite side of Kyoto, Suguru awakens late today. Sundays are holy days that his followers spend in prayer since dawn, ergo he can sleep in till almost 10 am. His children have left him a letter on the dining table under the orange juice in Nanako’s kawaii handwriting– “Getoooo-san! School trip to Tokyo today, sorry sorry forgot to tell you! (here Mimiko had pasted a sticker of Punpun apologising) Please send us six A4 size canvas boards! You don’t trouble your old bones, please send driver oppa instead! Thank you! We love you!! We’ll bring Tokyo candies home!!” 
He sighs into his morning tea. This is a recurring issue. The girls would forget their school projects till the last possible minute. Lord knows how many times Suguru has had to drive around Kyoto in the asscrack of the morning to look for school supplies while also lecturing them on the phone. 
But this… this feels like subterfuge. He doesn’t doubt that his girls genuinely did forget about the school trip, but specifically asking the recently recruited young handsome ex-idol driver who they giggle about to be the one to travel all the way to Tokyo to deliver trivial goods to his daughters– Suguru’s blood pressure spikes at the very thought. 
“Manami!” He shrieks across the bungalow. She must be somewhere, doing his taxes and whatnot. “Manami, pull the car around! Now!”
“Master Geto, what’s the hurry?” His trusty assistant materialises in front of him. It is the unexplainable skill of any PA worth their salt to be able to materialise whenever and wherever they are needed, and immediately vanish when they are not. She watches him dressing into his robes in a flurry, puzzled. “Is it about the girls? They’re in Tokyo for a school trip. Don’t worry, they have curses bodyguarding them.” 
“Fuck those curses!” He shouts. “No daughter of mine will start secretly meeting some K-pop prettyboy who doesn’t even have a proper job and wears Crocs–”
“If this is about their little crush on the driver Park-kun, it's natural at their ages. Even I myself went through that. I believe that Park-kun is used to it, and will behave appropriately with our underage girls. I can vouch for him, sir.”
If someone as asexual as Manami, who used her otherworldly beauty to recruit followers into his cult and for absolutely nothing more (disappointing talent casting agents and horny men across Japan), could have a crush at that age, Suguru thinks, perhaps I should let the girls be. Falling in love might just be a rite of passage at that age. Nothing bad will happen. Who knows, they might even turn out like Manami.
It was a very rational thought. Unfortunately, it had no effect on Suguru at all. Rational thoughts will continue to not bother Suguru today.
He could just imagine his sweet baby girl holding that mop-haired loser’s hand, insisting that it’s true love and that she wants to marry him. His blood pressure spikes even higher. 
“Manami. Car. Now.” 
Fully dressed, perfumed, hair decorated, he sat delicately in the backseat of the Range Rover, Manami driving them both to Tokyo, six A4 size canvas boards in hand. He hasn’t smelt the air of Tokyo, the city of his youth, in quite a while. 
You rush about, trying to get your son ready for school. Lately he’s been so pushy and disobedient, the influence of the Zenins setting in. It frightens you internally, watching your sweet boy turn slowly like his half-brother whom he idolises. 
Once you drop the boy off at his primary school, you return home to a fully packed day-bag and exchange the city-car Mercedes for the Volvo SUV, more comfortable for the 5 hour journey ahead of you today. Your son’s 7th birthday is only a few days away. Even though Kyoto is a great place, there are some shops that only open in the capital. Armed with a driver and four hand-maids to carry the bags, you set off. With your son in school, who’s even there in the household to say goodbye to?
It’s not just any birthday: your son will most probably get his cursed technique this year. Most of the higher-ups of Jujutsu society will be attending, including some of your old friends and classmates who you haven’t talked to in almost a decade. 
It has to be perfect. It has to be extravagant. It has to make a statement– My son is powerful. Don’t fuck with us. 
Oh, to be powerful. 
Suguru Geto can taste the curses in the air as his Rolce Royce pulls into Tokyo. Exhaustion– he snaps his fingers, it tastes like exhaustion. Exhaustion of adult life. 
“Somewhere in this city Nanami must be going down for lunch. He always ate at 1.30 sharp.” 
“Nanami?” Manami smiled at her almost-namesake.
“My underclassman back from Jujutsu High.” Suguru chatters away. “Wonder if he still likes tomatoes raw but never cooked? Does he still listen to MCR? I hope that he cut that god awful hair.” He laughs heartily. “Oh, what am I saying, he must have. He'll be 27 by now. Ah, they grow up so quick. 
And I can imagine Shoko in full scrubs, dissecting people her little scalpel. God that thing was so sharp, you wouldn’t believe! She used to make us her lab rats– she’s cut us up to memorise the bones and muscles under the skin and once she was done she’d heal us right up. Why did we even agree?” He laughs so hard his bun slips out its hair tie. “Crazy girl! One night before her medical exams she’d make all four of us boys sit in a row and by next morning we’d come out with scar marks head to toe.”
His laughter settles into an uncontrollable smile. “And then came those two. They stuck lice to me– always ‘Suguru, come here!’ and ‘Suguru, go there!’. So full of life. Ha–” He rests his head back, eyes closed. “Those were the days, Manami. Those were some good days.” 
The SUV makes it to Tokyo by lunchtime. You decide to get the invitations out of the way first, you’d be free to shop in peace after. You order your driver– “Let’s visit the Jujutsu School first. Yaga and Gojo should be there, I’ll give them the cards in person.” 
“Drive by the Jujutsu High school, Manami. I just want to see if they’ve changed anything.”
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numberonesnarkfan · 22 hours ago
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wrote up a scene I've had in my head for months about Sawyer's childhood. Actually quite proud of how it turned out.
(CW for animal death)
Harley rarely smiled. 
Harley wasn’t happy.
But sometimes he was content for a moment, and that was close enough for him.
Sometimes he was unreachably manic. That was close enough for him.
Harley was eight years old. The little wooden house on the hill was his fourth foster home. Nobody ever kept him for long. They were polite, but he knew what they were thinking. If it wasn’t his general demeanour, it was little ‘incidents’ that got him put back into the orphanage.
Or juvy.
Sometimes the orphanage just didn’t have enough room.
Harley had never felt safe around people, even as a child. They did terrible things to him - the adults, the children. The guilty, the innocent. Didn’t matter. There was something blackened and rotten inside him, he knew. It made him unsafe from the world.
Animals, in comparison, were kind. They bit him not because of that confusing mass, but just because they were scared. He’d prefer to be bitten by a dog: he’d know he’d done something wrong and how to fix it. Humans bit him because he was scared.
He was only a boy. 
He wished death didn’t exist. He felt angry when he saw mothers and their daughters. Perfectly matched sets, so pure.
The orphanage nuns told him that the goat fled into the forest when its family was sacrificed, taking all of the world’s sin with it. He felt like a goat sometimes. Lamb to the slaughter.
He felt like a goat in the forest.
The forest was nice.
It was quiet, calm. No screaming or crying, no laughing or grabbing. Just him and the trees and Daisy.
Daisy was a Jack Russel Terrier. She bit him when she was scared. She licked him kindly when she was sorry. He trusted her. 
They played games with sticks and rocks. Harley sometimes waded into the pond until the water was up to his chest to catch newts and frogs. Daisy snuffled around at the edge of the water. She trusted him. 
Harley watched Daisy chase animals in the undergrowth. “That’s what Jack Russels do,” the foster lady had told him, “they’re bred to kill things smaller than themselves. Daisy’s great at catching rats.”
Mice and rats and snakes.
She trusted him.
He trusted her.
She wasn’t human.
But neither was he.
Harley remembered a summer night.
He remembered it for a long time.
It was half past eight at night. 
“I might just have to foster fail with you, boy.” His foster mother had told him while cooking dinner, “You’re so clever, you’d fit right into our family. When my husband comes back from overseas, he’d love to meet you.”
Cautiously, he’d smiled. 
There was a noise from the front porch. Daisy was barking at a raccoon again. He’d have to bring her inside. She’d try to fight anything.
Harley put on his summer evening coat and stepped outside. He remembered how it felt to reach up and grab the handle. He’d been so proud that he was tall enough. 
He didn’t see a raccoon. He saw a snake that darted quickly away into the foliage.
Daisy lay on her back. Her mouth opened. Her mouth closed. Her mouth opened. Her mouth closed. Her eyes stared. 
Harley heard no sound, no breath, no barking. He didn’t know what was happening. How could he?
He stood and stared.
Her mouth opened. Her mouth closed. Her mouth opened. Her mouth closed.
She went still.
What just happened?
He laughed.
“Daisy’s being silly!” he called back into the house. He mimicked her mouth movements. He thought it looked like a fish. It was funny. He was only a boy.
He sat down next to her and rubbed her belly. She felt different. 
Harley knew what dead things looked like. He’d seen dead lizards, dead bugs, dead kids. Daisy looked too much like a dead thing. 
He hit her. He kicked her. Bite me, he’d thought, Get up and bark at me. 
She didn’t.
He stood and stared. Her body slowly stiffened.
He heard creaking. His foster mother was on the second floor. 
Harley ran back into the house. Back into the kitchen.
Harley reached up over the countertop.
She had been dicing tomatoes. He pulled the knife down.
He walked solemnly back outside. His eyes felt wet, and they burned.
Harley stood over the dog.
It wasn’t Daisy anymore. Daisy was dead. Daisy didn’t exist.
Tears fell and soaked into her fur. 
Harley raised the blade and cut.
He struggled to saw a line down her middle. His arms were barely strong enough, even gripping the knife with both hands, cutting towards himself. He opened the hole. 
He saw her organs. They were still. 
He reached inside. It was still warm. 
He cried.
He didn’t understand.
How could he?
He was only a boy.
He trusted her.
Harley flinched.
He only realised why a few seconds later. There’d been a scream.
The foster lady was standing in the doorway.
She stared at the boy, arm deep inside her precious girl. The knife sat beside him. She’d only left it unattended for a moment.
She wondered what he’d been doing to Daisy out there in the woods, if he could kill her in cold blood right here.
He didn’t understand.
He was only a boy.
He trusted her. 
How could he?
The blood wasn’t washed off until he was at the police station. 
He might hurt the other kids, they said. He’d go to juvy this time.
He didn’t understand. How could he?
He was only a boy.
He’d only been a boy.
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Charlie adjusted the black and green dress she was wearing. She mainly looked the same except her eyes were green her hair was in space buns where half of it was black and half of it was green.
Lucifer: We need to find Adam.
He held up the wanted poster bearing the image of Adam wearing the helmet.
Charlie: Wait, are you talking about Adam the leader of the Exorcists. He has been leading a group of angels to overthrow my dad. Turns out they killed his mom and sister causing Heaven to fall into chaos. I felt bad for that happening.
Lucifer: Yes, he is my true love. If I kiss him things will go back to the way they were.
Up in the royal palace of Hell Mammon and Lilith were watching them.
Lilith: Who is that with our daughter darling?
Mammon: Don’t worry darling, soon he won’t be a problem anymore.
The day that Mammon took from Lucifer’s life was the day he was created. Now he came to Eden to seduce Lilith as she tormented Adam. They still tricked Adam into eating the Forbidden Fruit leaving him cursed. Maybe they could use Lucifer to help them find Adam so they could bring down the Exorcists.
Charlie: Rumor has it that Satan has given the Exorcists shelter in the Wrath Ring.
Lucifer: That sounds like him, Satan has a bit of soft spot for Adam.
Lucifer opened a portal to the Wrath Ring to find themselves surrounded by angels in black and silver. The crowd parted to let Adam through, he was wearing his dark blue robes and his helmet covered his head, but Lucifer knew it was his Adam. On one side was Lute and on the other side was Vaggie. Charlie couldn’t help but blush when she saw Vaggie. She was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.
Adam: Who the fuck are you and why are you with Mammon’s brat?
Lucifer: I know this is hard to believe, but I am your husband. More than just your husband, I am your true love.
Adam: If you are my true love, where the fuck were you when I was locked in that tower in Purgatory?
Lucifer: That was one thing I was wondering about. Who saved you from that tower?
Adam: I fucking saved myself because no one else was coming for me. If you truly loved me you would have come a long time ago.
Adam stormed off and went into the building he was staying in. He threw aside the helmet he was wearing as tears filled his eyes. Since it was still day he was in his angel form as tears fell from his eyes. But he knew at night he would become a demonic fallen angel. He looked up in anger when he saw Lucifer come in.
Lucifer: Please let me make it up to you. If I kiss you, we can go back to the life we had and our children.
Adam felt unbearable pain. All he ever wanted was to find true love and have a family. What if this was his chance.
Adam: What do I do?
Lucifer: Let me kiss you, I know of your curse. You look like this by day and by night you take on the form of a fallen angel that is a lamb demon.
Adam: How did you know that?
Lucifer: Because we are meant to be together.
Adam closed his eyes hoping that Lucifer was right. Lucifer kissed Adam and while it was everything Adam dreamed of in a kiss, nothing changed. Adam shoved Lucifer away from him.
Adam: Fuck you. I knew this was too good to be true.
Lucifer sadly left, it made him feel worse when he heard Adam sobbing again.
Lute: You really fucked up, at least try to woo Adam before kissing him.
Lucifer: You’re right, I will get all the presents that I know Adam will love. I will do everything in my power to get Adam to love me again.
Lute: Good luck, you’ll need it.
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A long time ago there was a beautiful garden called Eden. In the garden, Adam and Lilith the first man and first woman were created. He was so beautiful that the angels came from Heaven to marvel at the beauty of the first humans. Adam fell in love with the most beautiful of all of God’s angels, Lucifer. But Lucifer was swayed by the words of Lilith and ran away with her. Lilith convinced Lucifer to convince Adam to eat the Forbidden Fruit. Because of this Adam was cursed when he died. By day he was a beautiful angel, by night he was a fallen and demonic angel. Only the kiss of true love could break that curse and then he would take on the form of his lover. Adam was put in a tower in Purgatory guarded by a brave angel named Vaggie.
Charlie: I got all the papers dad, I hope that Michael will listen to us.
Lucifer: I doubt it, he may be your uncle, but he never cared for me.
Charlie had a plan to open a hotel to redeem Sinners, but she needed the backing of Heaven to make this dream come true. She had the hotel set up, she just needed the blessing.
Alastor: Don’t worry dear, I will protect the hotel while you are gone.
Lucifer gave Alastor a death glare while he gripped his staff. It had been seven years since Lilith left them and Lucifer was doing everything in his power to prove he was a good father. But it felt like Alastor was trying to steal Charlie from him as the manager of the hotel. The only guest of the hotel Angel hugged Charlie and wished her luck as they made their way to the Embassy of Heaven. They were greeted by Michael who looked exactly like Lucifer except for one thing. He only went up to Lucifer’s shoulders.
Charlie: I didn’t know that that the great warrior angel was shorter than you.
Lucifer couldn’t help, but laugh, Lucifer knew he was short, but Michael made him look tall. It was a sore subject for the warrior angel.
Michael: I should deny your request for that.
Lucifer: I guess that is why I have always been the bigger man.
He should have kept his mouth shut, but he was angry for how his brother was acting towards Charlie.
Michael: But I am merciful today, I am to be married and I need you to get my blushing bride from Purgatory.
Lucifer: Who is the poor soul that is going to be bound to you for an eternity?
Michael: Adam, the first man who is now an angel.
Lucifer gulped, he thought of Adam and how he wished that he could have chosen him over Lilith. He thought of the beautiful man in the garden who begged to be held by Lucifer as he flew up in the sky. It might be for the best that he make it up to Adam by bringing him to Heaven and be married to Michael.
Lucifer: So if I bring you Adam to marry you, you will get Heaven’s blessing for the hotel.
Michael: Yes.
Lucifer: Then we have a deal.
Michael went back to heaven leaving the two alone.
Charlie: Where is purgatory dad?
Lucifer: It's like an in-between land, it's neither holy or hellish. There is only one entry and exit. It's filled with all of God's rejected creations that weren't pure enough for heaven and too dangerous for Hell.
Charlie: So, Adam is a reject?
Lucifer winced: I wouldn't say that. He was God's favorite creation, I have no idea why he's there in the first place.
They went to the edge of Hell where it met with the path to Heaven, there was a grey archway with a portal in the middle of it.
Walking through, the whole world of Purgatory was shades of grey, all the plants looked narly and twisted.
Charlie: Oh my.....
They had no idea how long it would take to find Adam, but they didn't have all day.
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Adam looked out his tower window sadly, another day stuck in his own personal Hell. He was so sick of the color grey.
Even the lava around the castle was a bright shade of grey.
When Vaggie would make her rounds to ensure that no monsters showed up and that Adam was safe, that was the only time he got to talk to someone.
He wished he could leave this place.
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hauntingblue · 10 months ago
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Oden's prophecy of young pirates coming to save wano becoming yamato's hope for his freedom.... and him becoming oden because of it.... it's just so good... on the other side luffy taking ace's spot for liberating yamato... I think I hauve covid
#the spades pirates in wano to save children... omg... deuce.... i have heard so much of you....#yamato complaining about how eveyrhing is his father's fault and ace getting violent...#it is so sad that in the end it was (partially maybe) his father's fault... if not roger then whitebeard..... maybe both#the hibiscus flowers..... rouge....#yamato telling ace he talks too much about luffy.... omg.....#NAMI TELLS TAMA LUFFY LOST ACE TOO!!! AND LUFFY CAME BACK TO WANO BC ACE SAID HE WOULD!!! OMG...... THE LINGERING.....#talking tag#watching one piece#episode 1014#pink haired samurai is still alive and kicking... hell yeah....#ODEN WAS THE SECOND COMMANDER FOR WHITEBEARD??? OMG???#whitebeard dealing with his rebellious son ace akshaksjak.....#ace wanting to save wano for his husband and child but wb wouldn't let him bc he is still caught up about his ex husband's death... complex#TEACH GO TO HELL!!! FUCK YOU!!! DIEEEE!!!!#they can't put luffy crying about ace dying here again.... tama feeling bad about yelling at luffy....#YAMATO KNOWS ABOUT THE D????#big mom wants robin.... i mean of course.... curious about pudding and her third eye.... we will meet again i guess...#PONEGLYPH!!!! kaido little borther to mom...... god valley.... rox.... i remember.... she gave him his power omg...#episode 1015#ace face down smiling after whitebeard beats him up reminded me of ace dead smiling. hell on earth this is my last straw. goodbye.#the animation <3 ace i love you <3 yamato you are great <3#omg... little ASL with the big pirates saying he will become pirate king omg...#PAUSE!! ACE HEARING GOOD THINGS ABOUT ROGER AND SAYING HE SOUNDS NICE THIS IS CRUCIAL TO MY ACE LORE OMG#yamato didnt say who it was... did ace really die not thinking his father was good this is my roman empire... critical hit to my brain#yamato made aces vivre card.... should i end it all for realsies this time....#his cunty skate boat 😭😭😭😭 i could cry#he really is looking like a beautiful dead wife this episode.... yamato......the vivre card omg..... NOT THE FLASHBACK ENOUGH#THE TRANAITION BETWEEN ACE FALLING OFF LUFFY AND HIM FALLING TO THE GROUND OMG AKFBSKDNDKSKLWKWNSKWK NOOOOOO#OH FINALLY THEY ARE ALL THERE TO FOGHT BIG MOM AND KAIDO!!! FUCK YEAAHHHHHH a good drag for the mugis for good measure#episode 1013
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narutosux · 4 months ago
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another thing i sit here and i think about with the punisher show is that i think a major disappointment for me is that his kids weren't more important than his wife. i think its a mistake to have him be someone more focused on relationships w/ adult women and less focused on making sure kids get to be kids and, most importantly, grow up.
i think it was just so annoying in the show that they made him flashback to his wife constantly and it was always like sexual tension and w/e bc i think..... i think its better if hes still there just looking for his daughter. wondering who she would have been. hes looking for his son, fearing what it would mean if he grew up to be just like his father.
i think for one of his grounding things to be his wife asking him to join her, or for him to be in a mental space of having sex with his wife while being tourtured, not only was the scene really fucking weird, i think it was just disappointing. bro was like deployed more often than he was at home with her?
maybe its just because im a daughter who wants the love of a father, but i also just felt as though the love he had for his daughter in daredevil S2 was more powerful than anything they attempted to portray in S1 of the punisher with his wife.
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Proshippers be funny af. GoT opening sequence is nothing like hotd so that comparison they pulled up is false and desperate.
me: i want helaegon to be the deconstruction of targaryen incest that examines the psychological horror of a forced marriage to one's own sibling in which the full family is already hanging by a thread in a treacherous situation since there is no other targ couple in the entirety of canon perfectly situated to explore and dissect this horrific aspect of targaryen culture
#them: i want an incestuous love triangle (that is not canon) because incestuous love triangles is interesting writing or something
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#i cant believe there are asoiaf fans out there that seriously dont want the targ inc*st to be probed and taken apart and vivisected. likeee#the entire point of targ incst is that its a horror show. its wrong. it should be denounced by the narrative. helaegon is the perfect fit#for that exploration and condemnation. hightower mother. first non targ parent and queen. first targ son that is disowned and emasculated#which leads to aegon not wanting to be a part of targaryen culture. neurodivergent helaena who does not or cannot understand why aegon acts#like it. who doesnt understand whats wrong with her (theres nothing wrong with her). aegon who just wants to be a brother since he cant be#son nor an heir. but hes not allowed to bc the dad who disowned him forces him to partake in targ culture. the blurring lines between#brother and husband and sister and wife and the horror of it all. what is love? i love you bc you are my sister but i cant love you bc you#are my wife and bc you are my sister it is wrong. big bro and first son aegon who has nothing to his name wanting a good life for his sibs#since aemond and daeron are not first sons and will never be first sons they are not doomed like aegon the first son is#and helaena could have lived a happy life married to a good guy with an inheritence who can actually bring smt to the table (unlike disowne#aegon) and who is not related by blood to her somewhere far away from KL and all of its grief. but its never gonna happen now bc they are#targaryens and this is what targaryens do. and alicent watches on unable to stop it. unable to spare her children from this horror show#and then blood and cheese happens...#and what does helaemond bring to the table ? .... uhh incst love triangle i guess 😒🙄#anti helaemond#helaegon#hotd critical#anonymous#answered
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okay what’s up with the good wife out of all the media you reblog this is the most random one ?
it's not RANDOM omg that is a top three rewatch show to me... I love my silly little lawyers.... perfect mix of fun week to week cases, excellent side characters, interpersonal mess between the main cast, plus all the ways they'd imaginatively tackle Current Events. the good fight had a similar appeal - minus the focus on week to week cases and plus far more explicit politics. didn't always work, but it's one of those shows where I just kind of appreciated how willing they were to take a swing at it and get a bit weird about it. even in the good wife, they had so many Good Bits... the nsa agents who were super invested in the main cast's relationships, the liberal judge with all his Causes, the wife killer, LOUIS CANNING!! obviously, the 'in your opinion' lady, the google guy... also this is from the good fight but the federal investigator lady who always had the birds fly against her office window was a+ plus, it's such a dumb bit but it got me every time as a great appreciator of dumb bits. such a corny pair of shows that are very much like,, About Liberalism and a reckoning with that entire era of american life from an unabashedly liberal perspective, with all the inherent pitfalls and shortcomings of that pov... but does consistently manage to do interesting stuff with that starting point. a lawyer show that's also a bit of an autopsy of a mostly dead vision of america, kinda all you need sometimes
and I love alicia and will, my tragic heterosexuals!! the forbidden love of it all!! I love how cruel and selfish alicia was a lot of the time and how she's mostly in control of that relationship even though will SHOULD be the one in the position of power, how she's constantly using him and then pushing him away while will is so obviously besotted, how she simply keeps finding excuses to stop herself from being happy... does she even love him at all or does she just like him in theory, does she just want to be desired... how they always have 'bad timing' and just cannot figure their shit out... "it's romantic because it didn't happen".... "my plan is I love you" the unapologetic melodrama of it all!! the deleted voice message is?? crazy?? (eli goated character btw, the cheese lobby episode is still one of my favourite episodes of anything ever.) that lift scene is peak romance... when she leaves the firm and he feels so betrayed... his tantrum!! "I took you in when nobody wanted you"!! "you were POISON"!! "you're awful and you don't even know how awful you are"!! he's so pathetic and angry for half a season that he's resorting to just arguing with her in his head!!! always with their failed communications via phone and lift doors and loaded gazes across office spaces and delicate finger touches... the romance of it all, how they really could have worked but it's also so glaringly obvious why they kept falling apart... in the end all these repressed losers create their own misery... elite
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mohfamily · 10 days ago
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🌟 A Plea from Gaza: Rola’s Story 🌟
Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.
That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighbor’s house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.
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The bombings didn’t stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighbors’ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.
I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my children’s toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.
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Our Current Reality Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably high—$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why can’t we live like everyone else—go to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?
How You Can Help I am pleading for your kindness to help us rebuild our lives. We need your support to: 💔 Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again. 🌍 Evacuate from Gaza, seeking a future where my family can live with dignity. 🩺 Provide urgent medical care for my children, who need protection from this nightmare.
Even the smallest donation can make a difference. If you can’t donate, please share my story. Every share brings us closer to hope.
What Your Support Means Your kindness is not just about helping us survive; it’s about giving us a chance to dream again. To rebuild what we’ve lost and to ensure my children have a future filled with possibilities, not fear.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your support means the world to us. Let’s work together to rebuild hope, one step at a time.
🌸 Please share our story and consider donating today. 🌸
Together, we can create a better tomorrow. 🌍❤️
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sttoru · 3 months ago
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⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. a relaxing day at the beach w/ toji ‘n little megumi, accompanied by their usual bickering and precious moments
tags. dad!toji x wife!female reader. fluff. honestly just the beach episode toji deserves w his family t_t not proof read!
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the beach is a beautiful place to rest after a tough week. toji lays on the towel besides yours, bulky arms resting behind his head as he enjoyed the gentle breeze, the smell of the sea mixed with his wife’s perfume.
the peace is quickly disturbed when he feels a small fist claw at his mouth.
“‘gumi, don’t feed papa sand,” your muffled laughter echoes through the busy beach. you watch your husband attempt to fight off megumi’s tiny hands as they pry his lips apart.
toji grunts and moves his head multiple times, but the toddler is determined to get what he wants. “brat—” the dark-haired man scoffs while his hands wrap around megumi’s torso, lifting the little boy in the air as his final resort, “what’s this all ‘bout? wanna kill y’r daddy or sum?”
your son pouts and furrows his brows. “no, i made papa food. burger,” he defends himself and kicks his legs while being held up at arms length. megumi’s tiny fist full of sand manages to reach his father’s lips again, “now papa eat!”
toji lifts megumi up higher, as far away from his face as possible. he takes a second before realising that he indeed had made a request for a burger just moments ago, when his son asked him what he should make out of the sand.
toji totally forgot to play along with megumi’s pretend restaurant game, thinking the boy would halfway forget about it anyway. children’s attention spans are short after all.
seems like his kid is an exception.
“i ain’t eatin’ shit, boy,” toji grunts and turns megumi away, putting the boy back down in the sand between the two beach towels. you’re about to reprimand your husband for his behaviour before your child interrupts.
“this not poo poo!” megumi jabs a finger at his father’s chest, his voice a bit louder. he’s taken great offence to the comment about his imaginary burger, which was now but a cluster of sand particles.
toji snorts and gently flicks megumi’s hand away, “yeah, it is. bet it tastes like ‘poo poo’ too.”
“no! not poo poo!” megumi’s voice rings out before a frustrated whine leaves his lips. his little hands land on toji’s abs, physically punishing him for saying such mean stuff about his hard handiwork.
your husband sticks his tongue out childishly at his sulking son. “‘yes! yes ‘tis poo poo!’ keheh,” toji mocks megumi’s high voice, snorting as he laughs about his own joke afterwards.
the father-son duo bicker for a few more seconds before you sigh and speak up. “can you two just get along for once now? we’re in public, so behave,” you scold them as their voices seemed to get louder. you then glare at your immature husband. he could be such a man-child when it came to arguing with his son, “and you— you’re an adult, so act like one.”
the two of them instantly shut up and their heads turn towards you, their hands that were wrestling with each other also stopping mid-air. megumi pouts and stops attacking his father with his tiny fists. the little boy knows better than to not listen to his mother.
in turn, toji huffs and grumbles something under his breath before grabbing his son to make it up to him.
neither does the grown man dare to defy his wife’s demands.
“yeah, yeah. c’mere, son,” toji responds and places the toddler on his chest, letting the kid rest against him. megumi surprisingly doesn’t pull away and instead curls up in toji’s warm embrace. as much as the two love to (playfully) fight, they also get along extremely well.
you smile and relax back on the palms of your hands. “much better,” you hum in content. your heart swells with affection for your two favorite people on earth. megumi is a carbon copy of his father and it’s the cutest little thing ever.
they both have that subtle pout on their lips as they accommodate to being close and cozy with each other again.
toji runs his callused fingers through megumi’s hair, sighing as he closes his eyes. he doesn’t admit it out loud, but he cares for his kid. if he had to make a choice between either saving his own life or megumi’s, toji’d instantly draw his last breath.
“he’s still a brat,” your husband grumbles to you, sharp eyes watching the way you coddle and coo over the toddler. megumi’s chubby cheek is smushed against toji’s chest and it was an adorable sight. you giggle and capture it on your phone.
toji scoffs, but can’t help the grin tugging at the corner of his scarred lips. he gently rubs the child’s cheek with his knuckles before continuing, “but he’s my brat. ain’t that right, boy?”
megumi lets out a small, soft grunt at his father’s words. the kid is completely silent, content with the way things had played out. perhaps this is what he secretly searched for as well— to receive toji’s attention and a glimpse of his affection.
“aww, how cute!” your smile is beaming as you snap another picture of your family. toji’s soft look is perfectly captured on your phone, with him gently touching megumi’s chubby cheek as the boy laid on his bare chest. pure domestic bliss.
you sigh and look away for one second to change the lockscreen on your phone. humming, you go to your settings and instantly put the picture of your husband and son as your wallpaper on nearly everything.
you tilt your head back only to find toji grinning from ear to ear now, going from gently rubbing megumi’s cheek to full out squishing them between both his hands, amused at the way the fat moves. “kehehe, look at ‘em,” he chuckles.
the little toddler eventually gets fed up with it after squirming and grunting. megumi brings his little fist up—the same one that still had some sand stored from before—and lets the content fly all over toji’s face.
megumi giggles and scrambles off toji’s lap with a victorious grin. he points at his father who’s struggling with getting the sand off his face, the man sputtering and grumbling. he sticks his tongue out, “tha’s papa’s burger.”
you watch as your son waddles over to you and hides into your arms, muffled laughter echoing in your ears. seems like megumi won the battle in the end; successfully holding onto the sand he was planning to feed his dad one way or another.
toji spits out a bit of sand that flew into his mouth from the kid’s surprise attack, “you little shit—”
well, there goes the peace again. you shake your head, but let the two play and fight it out on their own.
. . . just another day in the fushiguro family.
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javierpena-inatacvest · 5 months ago
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Me, You, and Baby, Too
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Summary: You and Joel have always wanted kids, but didn't want to rush into having them until you both were ready. After a surprise at his job, Joel realizes there's nothing more he wants to do than put a baby in you as soon as he gets home.
Pairing: Husband!Joel Miller x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n)
Word Count: 4.1K
Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (it's baby making time, so hush), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, big ole fat and nasty breeding kink (.... don't look at me it's bad), creampie, cum play, talks of starting a family, calling Joel "Daddy" (in the sense you want to have his babies, but also 🤷🏼‍♀️), Sweet soft Joel who loves his wife and would give her the universe if he could, honestly with just the way Joel is talking about makin' babies, I think I'm pregnant
A/N: It's that time of the month where Madeline ovulates and writes feral breeding kink smut!!! 🤪 Okay I am so nervous to post this because I have never written for Joel before and I'm worried it's trash with a capital T, but after re-watching TLOU, I need 2003 Joel Miller carnally, so here we are. This is also inspired by @mrsmando post about 2003 Joel Miller constantly keeping you barefoot and pregnant because it made me unwell, and no lies were told. (thanks for ruining my life mimi) 🤠 ANYWHO I hope you guys like it, and if not, I'll shut up and go back to writing Javi and Frankie and pretend like this didn't happen
There were a lot of stereotypical answers that you expected from your husband when you asked him how his day at work had been:  
“Good.” 
“Fine.” 
“Long.” 
“My knees are killin’ me.” 
“Tommy did somethin’ fuckin’ stupid again.” 
“Better now that I’m home with you.” 
So when Joel arrived home today after a new job he had started with Tommy on a bathroom renovation, there were few things that could have prepared you for the response your husband had when you asked him how his day had gone. 
“Hey, honey. How was your day today?” You smiled, watching Joel stroll in through your front door, kicking off his work boots at the entryway, beginning to put away his things before strolling into the kitchen to greet you. 
“Pretty good." He paused, leaning in for a quick kiss before making his way over to the closet before speaking again. "Saw a real cute baby today.” 
You could practically feel your heart skip a beat as you looked up from the vegetables you had been cutting up for dinner, tightening the grip you had around your knife to make sure you didn’t drop it in shock. 
Out of all the things for Joel to bring up on the first day at a new job, a cute baby had been at the top of the list.
Not floor plans. 
Not timelines for the project.
Not something stupid that Tommy did. 
Not even what he had done today on the job. 
The top news that Joel Miller had to report back to you about his day was the sighting of a cute baby. 
You and Joel had always agreed that you’d wanted kids, and your husband had been not only adamant, but genuinely excited at the prospect of becoming a dad. But only being a little less than a year into your marriage, the two of you had decided you didn’t want to rush into anything, and when the time felt right, you’d both know it. 
But one by one, as your friends began to announce their pregnancies, baby showers, and pictures of their adorable newborns, you couldn’t help but deny the baby fever starting to burn hotter and hotter inside you with every passing day. 
You’d brought it up in passing a few times with Joel, talking about your friends who had kids, or a cute mom and her children you saw walking around in your neighborhood, and while he had always had a positive response to what you had to say, you just had a feeling that now just wasn’t the time for the two of you yet, and that was okay.  
But here you were, standing in your kitchen, jaw practically scraping the ground at the notion that your husband had dropped just about the least subtle hint ever that babies weren’t just at the forefront of your mind- they were on his, too. 
“Awh, really?” You asked, shaking your head to snap out of your shocked state, returning back to dice the onion you had been working on before Joel could turn around to see you after finishing hanging up his things in the closet, trying to subtly coax more information out of him. 
“Yeah.” He smiled, joining you in the kitchen, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to his chest for a soft kiss to greet you, “The family we’re startin’ the bathroom reno for just moved in. Had their first baby a few months ago and just hadn’t had time to work on fixin’ things.” 
“So they’re already putting the baby to work with you and Tommy?” You teased, raising an eyebrow at Joel playfully, giving him a quick peck back on the lips as he laughed at your sass. 
“Cheap labor.” Joel shrugged back, playing into the joke, “Nah, she woke up from her nap while Tommy and I were runnin’ through some measurements so her mom brought her out for the last lil bit we were there. She was damn cute, too. Just smilin’ and laughin’ at everything.” 
You were glad Joel’s arm was still wrapped around your hip, because you were convinced if it wasn’t, you were about to melt to the floor into a puddle, watching how soft and sweet Joel was talking about a cute, smiling baby. 
“Well a cute baby definitely sounds like a very nice perk of being on the job.” You smirked, trying to play it cool enough to keep your heart from bursting out of your chest. 
“Yeah.” Joel replied softly, quietly pausing for a moment, watching the gears turning in his brain, carefully calculating his words before he spoke. 
“You okay?” You asked, looking up at Joel, knowing your husband well enough that he had something on his mind he was trying to work up the confidence to spit out. 
Joel looked back down at you, big brown eyes locking with yours as his grip around your waist tightened ever so slightly, tongue swiping against his plush bottom lip as he took a long, deep breath in and slow exhale out.  
“Honey, what is it?” You asked again, now slightly concerned with how nervous your husband looked in his stoic silence, reaching up to gently wrap your fingers around his arm, thumb stroking his skin. 
“I want one.” 
You froze, worried that your heart may have actually stopped as you looked at Joel, making sure that you had really just heard what he had said. 
“W-what?” 
“I want one. A baby. I- I know it’s been a while since we’ve talked about it, but I’ve been thinkin’ about it a lot, and seein’ that baby today, it just- shit, I just couldn’t stop picturin’ what it would be like to have one of our own I guess.” 
If you weren’t a puddle before, you sure as fuck were now.  
An overwhelming sensation of nerves and excitement began thrumming through your veins, your heart beat pounding in your ears as your face grew warm and a smile started to spread between your cheeks. You were almost certain you had to be dreaming, asking again to make sure that someone needed to come and wake you up and send you back to reality. 
“Joel… Really?” 
“Yeah, really. Nothin’ I want more. I know I ain’t gonna even be close to the perfect dad, but I know you’ll be sucha good mom, and I’ll be damned if I don’t want some tiny lil versions of us runnin’ around. Couldn’t think of anything that would make me happier than that. Like I said, I know that we ain’t talked about in a while, and if ya aren’t ready yet that’s okay but I-” 
Before Joel could even finish the rest of his thought, you were pressing up to plant your lips to his with passionate intensity, hands roaming up his chest before cupping his jaw and the scratchy stubble of his cheeks while your stomach flipped with arousal and want, already feeling a damp patch beginning to pool in the cotton of your underwear. 
You pulled away, kisses traveling along his jawline and up his neck until you were nipping at his ear, the hot breath of your words whispering against his skin. 
“You wanna make a baby, Joel Miller?” 
“Fuck-” Joel groaned, reaching his other arm around you grab at your ass, pulling you in tight enough to feel the bulge beginning to grow under the denim of his worn jeans, pressing against your thigh.
“‘Cause there’s nothing that I want more than to make you a daddy.” You smirked, looking up to watch Joel’s eyes darken with lust, jaw going slack as a low groan rumbled in his chest, his once half hard cock now fully erect and straining against his zipper, trying to keep from giggling watching your husband try to string together any sort of thoughts to speak. 
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ-” He moaned, running his hand over his face to try and regain his composure to keep from busting right then and there. “You- fuck, you sure, baby?” 
“Mhmmmm. Don’t think I’ve ever been so sure of anything in my whole life. So sure,” you paused, softly pressing your lips to his between words, “that I think we should go make one right now.” 
Your adamant confirmation was all it took to set off something almost animalistic in Joel, crashing his lips back into yours in a messy clash of tongues and teeth, gripping his hands under your thighs to hoist you up around his hips and lock your legs behind the small of his back. Without ever letting your mouths part, Joel was already halfway to the bedroom before you had even realized it, playfully giggling at how frantically he was carrying you down the hallway, your bodies bumping against the walls and door frames, too focused on desperate and needy kisses for any sort of spatial awareness. 
Finally reaching your bed, Joel carefully laid you down, letting your back fall into the mattress, leaving your lower half to hang off the edge before your husband was on his knees, settling himself between your parted thighs. 
You sat up on your elbows, watching as Joel tightened his grip around the meat of your legs, peppering kisses up the inside of each across your soft skin before coming face to face with your core, planting another soft kiss there before letting his fingers ghost over your heat, still covered by your jeans. 
He rapidly worked at the button of your pants, shuffling them down off your hips to reveal your underwear, now absolutely soaked with arousal from the prospect alone of Joel knocking you up and carrying his baby. 
“Jesus Christ, baby girl, look at ‘cha.” Joel tutted, admiring how the cotton of your underwear clung to the outline of your cunt, sticking to the puffy and swollen lips of your pussy from how wet you were. “Haven’t even touched ya yet. This all for me, darlin’?” 
Just as you began to try and answer, Joel took one of his fingers, barely dragging it over the damp fabric before beginning to rub soft circles over your covered clit, eliciting a pathetic whimper from you at the electric sensation.  
“F-fuck- It’s all for you, b-baby.” You stammered, moaning even louder as a second finger joined the first, pressing more pressure into you sensitive nub as he nudged each of your legs to drape over his shoulders, his free hand tugging at the waistband of your underwear, making you instinctually lift your hips as he yanked them off your legs to crumple in a messy pile with your pants. 
“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever seen.” Joel mewled, running his fingers up and down through the weeping seams of your folds, toying with your entrance while draping his arm across your hips to hold your squirming lower half in place. “Wants me to fuck her full of me and fill her up so bad, huh?” 
“P-please, Joel. Want you to fill me up so badly.” You whimpered, staring down at your husband, a devilish grin spread across his face, licking his lips as his eyes darted back and forth between your blissed out face and the glistening mess between your thighs. 
“I will sweetheart, promise. Gotta taste you first though, baby. Gotta make sure you’re nice n’ready for me. ‘Cause once we start, I ain’t lettin’ you outta this bed ‘till I knock you up.” 
With that, Joel was diving between your legs, lapping you up in long and firm strokes, pressing against your clit in the way he knew would make you fall apart under his tongue. While he would have loved to have spend hours just like this, making you writhe under his touch, drinking up your arousal like a wandering man parched in the heat of the desert, Joel had one thing on his mind, and one thing only- 
To get you pregnant.   
Joel began to intensify the pace of his tongue, swirling and sucking around your clit as two of his thick fingers pushed into your heat, sliding in and out of your entrance with ease from how wet and worked up you were. Curling his fingers ever so slightly, you cried out as Joel bumped against your g-spot, pushing against the soft, spongy spot as his tongue worked its magic. 
You could feel the arousal shooting through your veins, heat beginning to bloom in your stomach as Joel fucked you with his fingers and mouth, shooting your hand down to grab fistfulls of his thick, brown hair to brace yourself for your impending orgasm. 
“J-Joel, oh fuck- Fuck, baby, I’m c-close. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.” You whined, pussy beginning to flutter around Joel’s fingers, the tightening only egging him on further to get you to cross the finish line. 
With just a little more pressure of his tongue, Joel could feel your cunt clamping down around his digits, watching the pleasure shoot through your body as you came, your orgasm crashing through you like a tsunami. 
As you reached your high, Joel drank up your arousal, not faltering in his pace, too focused on your pretty cries of his name being chanted like a prayer to do anything but keep going and making you feel good. 
Truth be told, Joel had gotten so lost between your thighs, the only thing stopping him was the tensing feeling between his, so pussy drunk and determined to fuck you full of him that he was worried he was about to cum too if he didn’t stop. 
Pulling off you, Joel frantically stood up, racing to undo his belt and jeans, yanking them down his legs in tandem with his boxers as his cock slapped against his stomach, precum already pearling from his tip, desperate to be inside of you. His shirt quickly followed his pants, ripping it over his head as his broad body caged yours under him, helping you to scoot back on the bed until your head hit the pillows, trailing kisses up and down your body the whole way. 
As Joel kissed and nipped at your skin, you quickly shuffled off your top and bra, leaving you bare beneath him, moaning as his tongue flicked against each of your newly exposed pebbled nipples, grouping your breast and kneading the soft flesh in his palms. 
Even though you had just came, you could already feel your cunt starting to clench around nothing, desperate to feel Joel inside of you, to stretch you out with his thick cock and fuck you until you couldn’t think straight. But with the way your chest was heaving and breath shaking from your orgasm, you could barely muster out the words you wanted. 
“J-Joel, p-please, baby. P-please.” 
You snaked your hand between your bodies to reach for Joel’s cock, wrapping your fingers around his length and swiping your thumb over his leaking tip, a low groan rumbling in his chest as you stroked him, trying to guide him to slide between your legs and ease your ache. 
Lowering his hips, you moved your hand and let his replace it, Joel pumping himself a few times before guiding his tip between your folds, collecting your slick to coat his cock, using every last ounce of self-control he had as his eyes locked with yours, wanting to see your face as he pushed inside you. 
“Please, what, darlin’?” Joel teased, knowing damn well what you were begging for. 
“Need to feel you, Joel. Need you to put a baby in me.” You moaned, reaching up to grab his face, your palm rubbing against his stubble as your fingers tugged on the curls at the nape of his neck. 
With one more pump, Joel lined himself up with your entrance, sliding into your heat, the sweet stretch and sting of his length making the breath hitch in the back of your throat, filling you up inch by inch until he bottomed out inside you with his tip just kissing your cervix. 
Joel couldn’t help but smirk as he watched your mouth fall open, parted lips letting a soft moan escape while your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head at the newfound sensation, giving you another moment to adjust before he began to slowly roll his hips, dragging his cock in and out of your core. 
“Christ, baby girl, so wet and tight. Like this pussy was made just for me. Made for me to fuck ya full of me until it’s got no choice but to fuckin’ take.” Joel groaned, reaching down to grab your thighs, pinning your knees to your chest, stretching you open to take Joel even deeper, practically feeling him in your stomach with the position he had you in. 
“Joel, oh my god- fuck, you feel so good. Fuck, baby. Want you to fill me up so bad.” You whimpered, Joel now beginning to pick up his pace as he thrust in and out of you, continually punching in that perfect spot over and over again, leaving your brain bordering on short circuiting. 
Joel’s fingertips dug deeper into the flesh of your thighs, pushing your legs down just far enough to be chest to chest with you, the sweat dampened curls of his forehead brushing against yours as your mouths met in an electric kiss, catching each other’s muffled moans with each snap of Joel’s hips. 
“Yeah, sweetheart? Want me to fill you up? Fuck a baby into you? Let everyone see what a pretty momma you are, carryin’ our kid?” Joel grunted, picturing you, months from now, belly round and tits swollen, pregnant with your baby, wondering how many you’d let him give you, because fuck, he’d keep knocking you up until he had nothing left to give. 
Each push and pull of your bodies against each other felt more and more electric, an undeniable coil tightening in your stomach with the way Joel was pounding into you and the hairs at the base of his cock were brushing against your clit, already feeling yourself beginning to teeter on the brink of pleasure once again. 
“Yes, fuck, fuck- yes, Joel. I wanna have your baby. Want you to knock me up so I can make you a daddy. Please, baby, please.” You were all but sobbing at this point, your fingers digging into the tan and sweat sheened skin of Joel’s broad shoulders, overwhelmed by the lewd combinations of Joel’s heavy pants in your ear and wet squelching of your pussy as his pelvis flushed against yours repeatedly. 
Joel could feel you beginning to tighten around him, pussy sucking him in with its warmth and wetness, ready to clamp around his cock and milk him for all he was worth. 
“That’s it, darlin’, I know you’re close. Gotta cum for me first though, baby girl. Gotta feel ya soak me before I stuff ya so full of me, I swear t’god, you’ll be drippin’ outta me for days. So fuckin’ full that I’ll get you pregnant right now.” Joel groaned through gritted teeth, leaning back to reach and grab your leg, wrapping it around the small of his back before you lifted your other to join it, locking your ankles to keep him as close to you as possible. 
“Joel, oh my god, fuck baby, fuck, I’m gonna- fuckfuckfuck-” 
Suddenly, your orgasm was rushing through every inch of you, crying out as the pleasure hit you like a freight train, choking Joel’s cock with your pussy, unable to do anything but relish in the white hot bliss that had you nearly floating out of your own body. 
While Joel would have kept fucking you until the sun went down, the truth was he was relieved to feel you cum, spending every second since your agreement in the kitchen trying to keep from finishing until he was balls deep inside you and you were soaking his cock as you reached your high. The realization that now was his chance to make good on his promise, to fill you up and fuck a baby into you, ignited something primal, feral, in him, pounding into you at a punishing pace as he could feel himself teetering on the brink of collapse right with you. 
“That’s my girl. That’s it, cum all over my cock, baby. Shit, I’m gonna cum too, fuck- gonna fill this tight lil pussy up so goddamn much, give you a baby, make you a momma, oh fuck!” 
With one final stutter of his hips, Joel let out a strangled moan, flushing his hips against yours as he milked himself of every last drop, painting your warm, wet walls with hot ropes of his spend, making sure nothing went to waste. 
He couldn’t help but but press even further into you, plugging you with his length and fucking his cum as deep as he could into your cunt to make sure it took, collapsing on top of you with his cock still buried in your heat, letting your chests heave together in sync as you both caught your breath. 
Joel was convinced he had never cum so much in his entire life, afraid that if he pulled out, that somehow he’d have more left to give, and sure as fuck wasn’t going to risk letting anything coming out of him end up not inside of you. 
Well, not until your muffled grunt rumbled beneath him. 
 “Joel, baby, I love you but you’re kinda squishing me.” You huffed, giggling to yourself as you watched your husband come-to in real time out of his post-orgasmic state, immediately offering a half muttered apology as he rolled off you, sitting back on his knees to admire the shiny and slick mess between your legs. 
“Fuck me…” Joel murmured to himself, eyes wide as he stared at your pussy- wet, puffy and soaking with your arousal, bringing his fingers to your spent hole as he watched a dribble of his cum begin to leak out. Gently scooping it up, he collected everything he could, pressing it back into your cunt before pulling his hand out. Crawling up the bed to lay next to you, Joel wrapped you up in his arms as the little spoon, peppering ticklish kisses over your back and shoulders, making you burst into laughter. 
“Joel, stop! That tickles!” You squealed, squirming in his grasp, trying to defend yourself from his unrelenting attack of soft, plush lips and scratchy beard dancing across your skin. 
“Don’t laugh so damn hard, or all my hard work’s ‘bout to come out!” Joel teased, giving you a playful nudge, pulling you in even closer. 
“Stop making me laugh, then! Plus, I think you came enough to put quadruplets inside of me, so I think we’ll be okay.” You snorted, Joel joining in on the laughter. 
“Baby, I don’t think I’ve ever came that hard in my whole goddamn life.” Joel sighed, shrugging as you rolled your head up to look at him and that stupid goofy grin he got whenever he couldn’t contain his excitement about something. “God, I love you.” 
“I love you too, Joel.” 
The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, Joel slowly bringing his arm to rest across your stomach, thumb slowly tracing careful circles on your skin. 
“You’re gonna make such a good mom. I’m the luckiest man alive that you wanna have a family with me. Still not really sure what I ever did to deserve it.” 
“Joel! You’re gonna make me cry! And this is before pregnancy hormones, ya jerk.” You tried to laugh, choking back the tears welling in your eyes. 
“Yeah, what a jerk, your husband tellin’ you how much he loves you.” He teased back, planting a long kiss on your temple, before pressing another one to your lips. Another wave of soft silence followed, watching Joel’s face scrunch in a calculated concentration. “How big of a crib you think I gotta make? I don’t know ‘bout a rockin’ chair, but a crib can’t be that hard. I gotta measure the guest room tomorrow.” 
“Honey, I don’t even know if I’m pregnant yet, you don’t need to have a crib built tomorrow.” You teased, laughing at Joel, despite the fact his mind was already thinking about a baby room and accessories had you melting. 
“Sweetheart, what did I say earlier? I ain’t lettin’ you outta this bed ‘till we know there’s a baby in there.” He smirked, nodding at his hand still splayed across your stomach, “So you better get comfortable, ‘cause if it’s up to me, there ain’t a chance in hell we’re gettin’ anything but a positive pregnancy test at the end of this month, and we'll sure need that crib nine months from now. Never hurts to get a head start."
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