#i wanted to take my son home . but he didnt like that

[jeyusosqueen]

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Southern Charm (Jey Uso x OC)

Chapter 16: Rebirth & Trials & Tribulations

TW: Flashbacks of miscarriage, blood, stillbirth, violence (Readers 18+)

Jey

Sara had awoken him with her cries of pain. Joshua had gotten her to the hospital and back to the delivery room. He was there with her every step of the way as he coached her to push. Hearing her cries of pain as he guided her along having her push as he heard the cries of their sweet boy, their beloved boy. He grinned holding his son close to him “Joshua Solofa Fatu Jr…after me. What do you think, baby? “ Seeing her smile as she looked at him, Sara replied “I had the same thought. After you and your Dad. “ Joshua held their son in his arms falling in love all over again. His eyes never left his son’s.

Sara

While they were admiring their son. It was like she was hit with another blow. The nurse came over with a wrapped bundle and showed them their daughter who died in the womb. Emotions from pure joy to sadness overcame her as she began to cry holding their daughter close “My little Mariah….”She whispered as she nuzzled the little body and face like a kitten. She was hoping she would wake up, that this was all a dream. She saw Joshua come over and gaze at their daughter, the look of grief on his face. They both held their daughter as Josh laid on the bed beside her. Their son being checked by the nurse. “I’m so sorry, Joshua… “ She whispered as she began to cry again.

Jey

“Nah. You stop that, this is not your fault.” They came to get the baby as they placed her in a box. He heard Sara let out a howl of grief. He held her close and comforted her as he watched them put the baby in a casket. A christening gown was made for her to wear as Sara allowed themselves to give her daughter the last rites.  Joshua just stared at the casket, a lost look on his face. He thought to himself “How have I sinned against, you Father? Why did you take away our baby? “ He was grateful that his family held a ceremony for their little girl. They found a cemetery and got a mausoleum. She had a stone that was sculpted to be an angel and on the other side was the Virgin Mary. Also crafted on the stone was the national flower of Samoa. Josh just sat there, lost in thought. As he held Sara who was crying. “I think she just brought us even closer. “ He whispered to her as Sara looked to him. “What do you mean, Joshua? “ She asked curiously as he clenched his jaw “What I meant was she brought us closer together, the grief we share, our love for her, our children. “ He said gently

Sara

She didnt want to be talking about this. Not here, not now. She just walked away and back to the car. Sitting in the car as she just stared into the distance, Joshua getting in the driver’s seat. Both of them sat there. Silence. “But I thought we are already close, we’re married Joshua. Unless you forgot that already. “ She said bitterly earning a look from him as Joshua rounded “I haven’t forgotten that. Look, we’re both dealing with this loss here, our child, Sara. Do you not think I’m grieving too? We may grieve in different ways. “ Sara just began to cry “Just drop me off at the store, I’ll grab some things for dinner. I’ll walk home. “ Joshua shook his head “I’ll take you but I ain’t letting you walk home, mama. Look at me. “ Joshua lifted her chin making her face him “You think losing a child makes me love you any less? Nah, nah, God’s will happens for a reason. I dont understand it either but thats life. “ Sara just looked down listening to him

Joshua

Driving to the store as they got out. Letting her do some shopping as he went to go find a few things. He picked up some flowers and candy for her, even a teddy bear. He texted her to meet him by the bakery section. No response. This wasn’t like her as he began to get worried, looking around the store for her. She was nowhere in sight, he went outside looking for her. Nowhere in sight. He went inside and paid for the stuff anyways as he went back out as he hit the door of the car “Fuck!! “ He shouted as he texted Danielle, Alex, Dominick, Meranda, Lizzie, Jon, and Trinity to let them know what was going on. He tried calling Sara on the phone “Baby, it’s me, where are you? Are you okay? “ No response. No call back

Sara

Behind the store she found a trail as she walked up, seeing a beautiful scenic mountain as she just sat there. Looking lost in thought. Then she heard her phone. Everyone was blowing up her phone as she took a breath.

Trinity: GIRL, SIS, WHERE ARE YOU? THIS MAN IS GOING CRAZY LOOKING FOR YOU! Hope you are okay! I’ve been where you are, you are stronger than this. Love- Trin

Jon: YO SIS! Where you at? I know you’ve been going through it but know you are always loved. You are Joshua’s world, the man is happier because of you. Please call or text us to tell us you are okay. -Jon

Meranda: SIS! Where are you? I’m your best friend, please call me and tell me you are okay. Josh is worried about you and so am I.

Dominick: Hey Sara, it’s your brother Dom, I know you are dealing with a lot right now. Harlee and I are here for you. We love you. Mom is worried sick about you. Please call me.

Then…the one text that woke her up.

Joshua: BABY! Where are you!?! Please tell me where you are at, please come back to me. Where did you go? What did I do wrong? Don’t break my heart like this, please. Let me come get you. I fucking love you, Sara Elizabeth Fatu. Don’t you ever forget that. Day One Ish for me forever and always.

Sara’s eyes filled with tears as she bit her lip. Thinking about Jeyniah and Saraya. She had to go home, to them. Home, the direction she was headed.

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[ggrimboy]

they didnt tell me the maneater ate people ..... how could this happen to me .....

[isa-ah]

yall ever end up thinking back on periods of ur life and ur like. bro what

[cevansbicep]

and now my bedsheets smell like you

featuring :: stepdad!chris x stepson!m!reader

request :: “Step-dad Chris Evans x step son male reader where Chris found out his step son has a musk/armpit/bicep kink so Chris shows what a real man smells to his step son?!? Or if you feel uncomfy writing the step part you can just do dad bsf Chris Evans x male reader! His just so fine and those ARMS 🤤”

warnings :: age gap, armpit kink, bicep kink, smut, masturbation

your mom had left for her night shift a couple hours ago, leaving home alone until just now.

your stepdad, chris, had walked through the door, in a white t shirt that clinged to his physique and some sweatpants. he had just come home from the gym.

“hey, kid” he said, turning around to lock the door.

“hi chris” you reply, stopping to say hello to him before heading upstairs.

it wasn’t long before you got a sniff of chris after standing by him for a short “hello”.

“im going to go shower, im so sweaty.” he said

you were too caught up staring and his freshly pumped arms to focus on what he actually said.

“y/n.”

“oh, sorry, yeah..” you pretended to have known what he said hoping he didn’t ask you a question.

“you think i smell?” he replied, with a smirk on his face

“what? no ! not at all”

“so.. you like the smell of my sweat?”

your face began to flush. “well.. i mean.. ive definitely smelt worse.”

“okay..” he said, tilting his head in confusing but smiled and went to walk up the stairs.

“wait.” you said, you don’t know what came over you but you just had to tell him. “i actually really like your smell.”

“oh, really?” chris teased, walking back down the stairs before getting 2 inches away from you.

chris takes off his shirt and lifts up his arms, revealing his hairy, sweaty armpits. “you want a sniff” he asked, with a tone that told you he wasn’t really asking.

you lean in and sniff his armpits, and chris grabs the back of your head and pushes you in. your nose touching the skin of his armpit

“fuck that feels good” he moans out. “now lick up that sweat like a good step son.”

you did as he told you, his strong pungent smell clinging to your tounge with a touch of sweetness from the deodorant that he sweat out.

mid-lick, chris moves your head up to his bicep. “you just love worshiping this body, i know it”

you nod as you continue worshiping him, chris occasionally tilting your head to kiss you before moving you back to his armpit.

“thats what a real man smells like, remember that, okay?” he tells you “now let me smell you.”

he takes your shirt off and lifts your arm up before licking and sniffing your armpit.

“fuuckk” you whine, his tongue felt so good against your skin

chris worked his tongue down your stomach, before coming at a halt when he got to your pants. he pause before unbuckling them and pulling them down with your underwear, exposing your bare dick.

“woah” chris teases “didnt know you were hiding this.” he stands back up, pulls his pants and underwear down before pushing you to your knees, pulling down on your chin to open your mouth, and sticking his dick inside your mouth.

“all this sniffing really turned tbe both of us on, huh?” he says, dragging your hair back and forth as you bob up and down on his dick.

“fuck y/n im gunna cum” he whimpers, grabbing you from under your arms and standing you back up and dragging you up the stairs into your room.

he pushed you down onto the bed, and lay beside you stroking both of your cocks.

“fuck chris.. im close” you moan out, grabbing his stomach tightly.

“me too.. cum with me okay? im on edge.” he moans out “fuuckk im cumming” he says letting go of your dick as you begin to jerk it off yourself.

you both buck your hips up, squirting ropes of pearly cum over your stomachs, chris’ load was so big it even hit the headrest of your bed.

“god that felt amazing” you say.

“if that’s how you act when i come home from the gym i think i should go more often” he chuckles.

the pair of you lay on your bed for a few minutes in your mess, processing what just happened. your room now full of the smell of chris’ sweat.

“smell that?” chris asks. “like i said, the smell of a real man.”

a/n - im so sorry if i went off topic im literally about to go to bed im so tired LOL but i hope you like it !!

[oddity036]

UNCLE MIKE PT 1:

I was visiting my dad's adopted brother, Uncle Mike, for the weekend as my parents were out of town, and this was a big problem for me. See, I'm 19, but they'd rather not leave me home alone after an accident last year. Now, the reason it was bad for me? Well...

I've always had this... Fantasy, you could call it? Of going up and just rubbing on his glorious gut... God, it's so big and hairy, but smooth at the same time. I just want to shove my face into it every time i see it and listen for hours.

Que me arriving there and my parents leaving. Everything was fine at first, i sat down watching the current baseball game with him, but the only "ball" i could really think about was the round sphere of a gut on Mike...

Then, the worst possible thing happened. Mike got up with a grunt and began to take his shirt off- "Whew son, it's hot as hell in here. That AC don't make a damn difference. Hope ya dont mind"

As you could imagine, I wanted to die on the spot.

"Hey, kid, come to think of it, mind grabbin me a cold one?"

I gladly went to the kitchen, happy to have any excuse to get him out of my line of sight, but when i returned and gave him the beer, he said

"Hey, before ya sit down... I dunno uh, how to put this but... I've noticed for a couple years now how ya been lookin at me. Specifically my gut. Of course, i can't blame ya, look at this thing! Ya dont get a gut like this off of nothin but beer and good mama's style food, huh?"

I could only sheepishly nod and stare back, terrified that I had been read so quickly and easily.

"Anyways, I wanted to ask, if you'll keep this between you and me, if ya wanna come get all those temptations outta yer system? I'm down for a good rubbin if you're good to give it"

I couldnt believe my ears, this was like a dream come true for me! Of course I (a bit too eagerly) agreed, and knealt down to get face to face with the gut i'd been admiring for years, running my fingers along the hairy surface, stretched taught with years of beer and mounds of food...

Then he asked...

"Hey... Y'know I aint got a whole lot of cash... It's a bit hard to afford too much food, especially for two people, so i have a... proposition of sorts. You eat dinner tonight, and I put you in my tank for the night to hold me over. I'll let ya out in the morning, promise."

I could only look at him, bewildered with what he was asking... It had to be a joke, right? He didnt really think he could swallow me whole, did he? But something in his eyes was telling me he was dead serious.

"Well, if that's a yes, you can help yourself to whatever ya want in the kitchen, just dont eat me out of house and home..."

20 minutes later, i returned to the living room, haven eaten a pack of ramen noodles. I looked at Mike with a questioning glance as he motioned for me to get closer

"Ya done then? Great. Cmere, " he said, as he grabbed me by the underarms and opened his mouth wide... I could smell the beer on his breath as he brought me closer, his mouth stretching impossibly wide, or was i getting smaller? At this point who knows...

He grabbed my shirt and quickly pulled it off as he then grabbed me and shoved me headfirst into the gaping maw. It was like nothing i'd ever felt before... then came the panic, I started to flail, fully realizing just what was happening only then, but it was too late. He slipped off my pants and socks, savoring the flavor until I fell entirely past his lips and into his stomach. In there, I could hear the gurgling of everything going on inside of him and his muffled voice from outside:

"Ohhh yeah kid... you really hit the spot. Well, I guess i'll see you in the morning, huh?"

I was about to reply as i felt his gut tighten and squeeze as he sat upright again, watching the game once more.

"Oh- Hell yeah, home run!"

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

OHHHHHH.

One moment while I find that gif of Tom Hanks -

Found it!

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[writingoddess1125]

The old men of One Piece finding out they have a child with you. Pt. 2

Due to popular demand I have a part two for you guys!

Shanks, Buggy, Mihawk xFemreader

Healthy Mix of Angst and Fluff

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Buggy

The crew was quick to follow orders, Cabaji grabbing you as others grabbed your sons. Dragging you from the restaurant you called a home and out onto the streets, screamed fill the air as the village was being ripped apart. Your boys crying out in fear as the crew harshly brought you onto the ship you once were apart of.

You yelped as you were thrown into Buggy's room. Your boys being tossed in as well, you quickly grabbed Dee and Bee and brought them to your chest. Running your hands through their hair as they sobbed against you, shaking like a leaf and terrified.

"Ssshh it's okay my loves it's okay" you whisper trying to soothe them, holding them tightly to try and ward away the bad dream. After a few hours they finally fell asleep, You carefully rolling up and placing them on Buggy's large bed. It wouldn't be best to let them sleep in your arms since they were fairly large and when asleep could kick and roll. You couldn't risk injury if you were going to escape with the twins.

You tucked them into the big stripped bed and sighed- Surrounded by more of this circus shit made them look way more like Buggy then you cared to admit. Smoothing Dee and Bee wild blue locks with your hand you sighed heavily. Trying to come up with a plan to escape- but the plotting was short lived as the bedroom door opened.

Buggy stared at you and then glanced at the boys as they slept soundly in his bed. He was holding a large tray and set it down on the side table, meeting your eyes as he picked up a fork and took a bite from each both and even a bite of the bread, before taking a seat clearly wanting to show it was safe to eat and feed the children. You looked at the food it was 3 healthy servings of pasta with fresh bread and 3 drinks, 2 milks and a ale. You looked at him in question but you didn't dare voice anything. Instead gently shaking the twins awake-

"Eh? Mom?..." Dee mumbled as he rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Dinner is here" You say calmly, holding a bowl out to Dee who gently took it in his tiny hands before waking up Bee with a bit more force and doing the same. Splitting the bread in half and giving each half to your sons to make sure they had full bellies.

You ate your own food, Watching as the twins hungrily ate there like they hadn't had a meal before, havjng to make sure they didnt mess up the nice bed. However you kept glancing back at Buggy, feeling his eyes on you.

He sat across the room stull, watching you closely as you wiped their faces clean with your dress and handing them their drinks and even taking your own ale and sipping it. You saw Bee wat hibg Buggy closely, the two staring at each other silently.

"What are you looking at Old Man?-" Bee snapped as he glared at Buggy. You snapping your finger quickly at him.

"Attitude-" You hissed in warning. However heard a shuffle to see Buggy snorting a laugh and turning away to giggle-

"Damn these really are my Kids- I was at least 90% sure before but now it's 100%!" He laughed, actually Wiping the tears from his face.

"Mom what is he talking about?" Dee questioned first, raising a brow at the Clown in their room.

"Yeah and whats with hi-" You smacked your hand over your sons mouth. Knowing that the following question would lead to a fight you didn't have the strength for.

"Boys this is your father... Buggy the Clown. He's a Pirate Captian"

"Our Dads a clown-" Bee deadpanned as his face looked at you in what can only be described as confused horror. You sighing mentally by this, as Dee stared at Buggy suspiciously.

"How do we know?-" Dee started, But Buggy pulled the hat from his head and bandana to show his blue locks that were identical to their.

"Our Dads a Clown!?" Bee said again this time

"I'm a porate clown-" Buggy shot back as he frowned at the boy. The two locking in gaze of equal stubbornness and attitude.

Dee started to say"Is that why you took us?" But was cut off gloriously by Bee"If you're our dad then you suck! Why did you grab mom by her hair and make her cry!" He proclaimed, Jumping up on the bed and pointing to Buggy angrily. You urging the boy to sit down, But Buggy's gaze softened.

"I apologize- I didn't see it was her or else I would have never raided you town. Instead just picked you three up to take with me" He admitted calmly. The seemed to take the wind from Bee's sails as he sat back down- You also surprised to hear Buggy apologize or be so vulnerable.

"I want to have you three here with me and be apart of my children's life" Buggy started as he stared at you- You started to protest but he held up a hand.

"60 Days, that's all I ask. If in 60 days you don't want me in their lives I'll drop you and the boys off at a Marine Base with some berry. Enough to be comforble for the rest of your lives"

It was a good deal- a damn good deal. It's not like you had a berry to your name or a place to return to. That and he genuinely seemed interested in the boys, you gave a defeated sigh.

"Alright... 60 days- then we will talk from there" Buggy smiled at hearing you agreeing to this. Excitement shining in his eyes as he jumped up from his seat.

"Perfect! You all rest here. I'll leave and bring some supplies for you all" Buggy said calmly as he stood up and quickly left, a grin plastered on his face as he left you.

You should have known that Buggy was planning something. For the next 3 days it was like he turned the ship into a child's dream. There was suddently a absurd about of toys, sweets, every game imaginable too seemed to have suddently appeared. Buggy all to happy to shower the twins in anything they asked for, played any game they wanted.

You inwardly sighed as you watched the twins start to warm up to Buggy, More like clinging to him. Bee seemingly the most interested in him while Dee seemed to just love sailing. Having to be coaxed down from the crows nest were he would hide all day. At the mess hall however is were they fit in the best- It was like Buggy had cloned himself the two perfect best friends, aka himself.

Dee had taken to keeping his hair up due to his time in the crows nest and also had become more confident- pushing his brother back whenever he messed with him a bit too much- As for Bee it was like Buggy 2.0- Loud, flashy and ready to find trouble. It had been only 3 days but so much had changed, Currently it being evening dinner time.

Sitting next to Buggy in the mess hall, who had made it a habit of keeping you close you glared as your son then Buggy who was just laugjing "Benny (Y/L/N) get your monkey ass here right now!" You yelled as you saw your son running down the tables of the mess hall. Singing a made of sea shanty that the rest of the freaks were actually drinking and singing along to.

"Let the boy have some fun (Y/N)! It's not like he's hurting anyone- Besides what's the worse that can happen! Stop with the snooty attitude" Buggy proclaimed with a laugh, you saw Dee get a mischievous look in his eye before slipping under the table. You give a sarcastic smile, knowing your twins all too well.

"Fine then, I won't be snooty for the next hour whatever they damage you gotta clean" You proposes with a smile. He laughed and nodded.

"Deal! Finally now we can have some fu-"

And like a symphony of madness all hell broke lose. Dee had popped put from under the table and grabbed Bee's foot nid step. The singing child falling into a massive bowl of mashed potatos which managed to spray everywhere- coating all the people at the table in potatos and the floor which made a few Crewmates who had been walking slip and slam into tables flinging more food and creating more mess paired with a hunk of cake landing right in Buggy's face. Wiping the frosting as he watched the two boys make a run from the mess hall cackling like two Imps.

"Boys!!" He yelled, trying to wipe more of the pink frosting from his face. You smiled and handed him a napkin.

"Have fun Captian!~" You said with a grin and patted his shoulder as Buggy sat there red faced and glaring at you half heartedly. As if taking your cue, you got up and left. Giggling as you hear Buggy snap at some crewmates to grab something to help clean the mess.

Deciding to take the time for yourself you went to the main deck. Leaning against the rails as you watched the dark waves of the ocean and the setting sun. You couldn't lie and say you didn't miss the ocean, or the time to yourself. You stood there watching as the sun set and plunged the ship into darkness, the lanterns of the ship turning on as well as the ship seemed to be sailing in darkness.

"Enjoying your free time?" A deep voice snapped you from your thoughts. Seeing Buggy walking towards you, his face washed of makeup and hair in a ponytail. Having clearly just bathed after getting the mess hall cleaned.

"Yeah, I forgot how nice it is being on this ship.. How are the boys?" Buggy smiled at hearing you enjoying yourself before shrugging.

"Got them washed up and put them to bed.....They seem to like me" He boated, seemingly proud he had formed such a strong bond.

"That they do" You reply. Watching as he put his hands in his pockets a bit awkwardly, that tough Captian Facade crumbling a bit under his own anxiety.

"(Y/N) Why did you leave?... Was it me? Were you ashamed of me or-" He started, the back of his hand brushing against his nose as the enxiety slammed into his chest.

"What?.. No that's not why I left Buggy- I was scared. How the hell was I suppose to go through pregnancy on a ship? Hell the labor?! That was 36 hours to give birth to both of them!" Buggy winced at the thought, you leaned against the railing and stared at him.

"It was the fact that I couldn't predict how you would react and no idea how to raise a baby here. So in a village with at least some stability seemed like the best option- Even if it ment having to do it alone"

You admit, Buggy messing with his gloved hands. Sadness bleeding through his gaze as he sighed.

"I suppose- I can see your point... but I would have put everything on hold if I knew-" Buggy admitted, before rubbing the back of his head a bit hesitantly.

"You know- We only got 60 days and I've been wanting to take a vacation. Drop off the crew maybe for a bit and I know this really nice island" Buggy said casually. Your eyebrows raising at hearing this- He wanted to stop pirating just for you and the twins?

"What?-" You started but he cut you off quickly. "I mean it would only be a little bit of course- unless something urged me to stay a bit longer. However I think being on the open ocean can be damaging for super long term- I mean the meals can cause scurvy and who knows what else" He quickly justified, even at this distance you could see his ears turning red. You couldn't help but giggle at this, which caught his attention quickly.

"I'd like that Buggy.. But I don't want to take you away from what you love" you say, Watching Buggy take a hesitant step towards you.

"Who knows... 60 days can quickly turn into eternity.. if you want it to.. and i lost what i loved once- Ill never let that happen again" He said locking eyes with you which made you smile brighter.

Shanks

It had been 3 weeks since Shanks arrived- and it had been one journey, The man clearly loved to be a father. Willing to do anything for Vivian, her having the powerful pirate wrapped around her little finger and not even knowing it.

Shanks having let his crew take the time for essentially a vacation on his dime while ge stayed in your guestroom. Excited every morning to wake up and play with his daughter. He bought her so many toys, a chest full of pretty dresses, a giant stuffed monkey and a play wood sword since she had been so interest in his.

She had even taken to tying her favorite green ribbon on his sword since "It looks pretty" and he didn't have the will power to take it off. So for the most part, it had been complete and total bliss.

It was early morning when you heard some loud Noises coming from the kitchen area of your home- Getting up from bed and put on your robe and walked to see what all the noise was.

You stood in the kitchen with a raised eyebrow, the only word fitting this situation was- Hilarious. There sat Shanks, sat on the floor with his back leanes against the oven holding a old muffin. His eyes were covered in a thick layer of green glittery eyeshadow (from your makeup bag) hot red lipstick that was sneered on other parts of his face. Some bows randomly scattered in his red hair. His coat that usually covered his missing arm dropped over your daughter who was still in her baby blue tight gown and she was dragging behind her as she adding things to the spread on the floor. A bag of sugar, some water, a scattering of teabags and whatever had been in the fridge- including half eaten sandwiches and cupcakes which Shanks was currently chewing on.

"Starlight, I don't think there is anyway you can make the wate- I mean tea any sweeter" He said calmly, Watching Vi try to pour more sugar into her little China set with her chubby hands. Shanks cringing a bit at this as she poured him a cup and handed it to him.

"See! Now it's perfect!" She chimed and giggled loudly. He gave a smile as he set aside his muffin and sipped the tea, trying to suppress the cringe from the unholy amount of sugar that was mixed with water and a hint of a poor teabag.

"It's delicious Baby Girl- Fantastic" He choked out, working through a smile as he forced himself to take another sip. You couldn't help bit to laugh, which brought the attention of both Red Heads.

"Mommy!" Vivian chimed loudly running towards you still wearing Shank's cloak and you scooped her up carefully.

"I must say Shanks, you look fabulous" You said with a smile. Shanks Grinning up at you as he sat on the floor.

"I always thought I'd look good in green" He said, Gesturing to the sloppy eyeshadow. Rolling himself up to his feet as he smiled down at you.

"By the way are you ready for today?" You raised a brow-

"Oh boy what do you have planned?" Shanks only gave a wide smile before grabbing a box from the kitchen table and holding up a lovely yellow sundress for you and a similar one for Vivian.

"Fun day out!"

Shanks hadnt beem kidding about a fun day, staring with a lovely resturant on the island, sailing, having in a meadow and then time out at the park the sun started to set. Shanks held Vivian who was passed out against him, walking back to your home. The two of you talking about the time you two where together in the past.

"Thank you (Y/N).." He said softly, Smiling as he watched the sun set and the two of you walked up hill.

"For what?" He smiled brightly at you "Making me the happiest man in the world" You couldn't help but blush at hearing this. Looking away bashfully as you came up to your home, Seeing a man standing there a bit awkwardly.

"Yasopp! Glad you stopped by, This is (Y/N) and my darling daughter Vivian. She's asleep right now but I'm sure she'd love to meet ya"

Shank smiled brightly at seeing his fellow crewmate. However the look on Yasopp face said otherwise.

"Its lovely to meet you (Y/N)... but Captian- we have to talk.." He said softly, Shanks frowning at the tone he gave before gently passing Vivian to you.

"I'll be in a sec" He said, nodding you quickly head inside to get Vivian ready for bed. Yasopp and him talked outside, Shanks looked angry. Staring at the letter and running his hand through his hair clearly stressed. You finished cleaning Vivians face and got her in her PJs, tuckering her in for the night. In the hallway you could hear the should of bottles shifting, turning to see Shanks in the kitchen grabbing the bottle of whiskey you kept on the top shelf- his face twisted in anger as he plopped on the couch.

"You have to leave.. don't you-" You finally blurted out, watching him open the bottle with his teeth and take a sip. His eyes shiny with unshed tears, he nodded soberly as he took a hard swig of the drink.

"Shanks you can't finally meet her and just leave her life-" You stressed, anger bubbling in your chest as you stared at him. He sat slunched in the chair a swirling of different emotions in his eyes.

"They need my help.. and I can't risk it (Y/N).... I can't risk them finding out about you and Vi... they would kill you both" He whispered, shock slamming into you. Your eyes drifting to Vivian's room were she laid sleeping.

"...How long will you be gone" You whispered finally, sitting down on your sofa sadly.

"I don't know..." He whispered, defeat written on his face. Holding the bottle out to you, which you took and started to sip before passing it back.

"When do you leave?" Shanks took another heavy swig of the drink and held it out to you. "Tomorrow morning..." You nod at this- Taking another sip of the whiskey.

"...I-Is she going to hate me?" Shanks whispered, Looking up at were he knew Vi was. You shook your head "She doesn't have it in her heart to hate.." You said softly. He nodded at this and messed with the ribbon she tied on his sword, staring at it hard.

"I love her (Y/N).... so much it hurts.." His voice cracked. But he instead stood up, taking a heavy breath.

"I'm going to get some sleep... you should as well" He said softly, Turning and walking back to the guest room. Leaving you alone with the whiskey bottle, as you put it back in its rightful place. You could have sworn you heard hushed sobs... but left them be and went to cry in your own bed as well.

In the morning, the nice breakfast was made. Shanks feeding Vivian her oatmeal and letting her talk his ear off, you knew he needed this moment. Needed to have this with her. Once breakfast was finishes the three of you started the walk to the docks, Vivian holding Shanks hand as they talked about the pretty ocean.

Walking to the docks he saw the ship being loaded up, Vivian staring in awe at the massive vessel and giggled at the sight of all the men who stared at her and gave friendly waves. Shanks taking a deep breath to look at you both. Hurt shining in his eyes as he swallowed a hard lump in his throat. Kneeling down he looked at Vivian, his hand cupping her chubby cheek as he took a shaky breath holding back tears clearly. "Princess, I've got to go for a while.."

"But why?... you just got here?"

"I know baby girl- But, see there is this trouble maker- His name is Luffy. Think of him as your big brother, he needs my help.. And I don't want to put you and your Mommy in danger while I go get him. So I have to leave-"

He said, Biting his bottom lip for a second as he let a few tears roll down his cheek. Reaching into his pocket and pulling out a solid gold coin- it was quite large and he carefully handed it to Vivian. Her little fingers holding the big coin and touching the detailed design thay decorated it, his Jolly Roger.

"But I promise I'll be back.. but until I do- you have to keep this with you. It's special, it will protect you from Pirates- And when I come back, and I promise I will. I'll trade you that coin for your ribbon back okay?"

He said softly, watching Vivian smile up at him at the promise.

"Okay Daddy.." She said softly before jumping and hugging around his neck. He held her tightly, wrapping his arm around her as if he didn't want to let go.

"Captian-" Yassop said softly, Shanks nodding and carefully standing up. Handing Vivian to you a bit reluctantly, Vivian own eyes starting to water. You held her close as tears rolled down your own cheeks. Shanks leaning in and kissing the tears on your face and one gingerly on your lips.

"I'll see you two again, I swear" He said softly, Stepping back as he followed after his crew. The crew somber like their Captian as he boarded, yelling out commands to set sail. Looking back as the ship began to leave the harbor, Waving at the two of you. Vivian waving back gently as tears rolled down her chubby cheeks clutching the coin close to her chest.

You and Vivian standing on the docks as you watched the ship sail and disapear over the horizon. You sniffles and wiped your eyes of the tears you didn't know had still been running down your cheeks.

Your daughter looking at you and wiping your tears, giving you a smile just like Shanks "Don't worry Mommy.. Daddy said he'd be back"

Mihawk

You stood in your tiny kitchen, rubbing your temple as the days situation settled on your bones. Your son standing next to you chopping vegetables silently, Clearly ignoring the elephant in the room.

"Alucare- Do you want to-"

"No" He cut you off quickly, quickly cutting down on a carrot like it had wronged him. You sighed at this setting the kettle on the stove to start a pot of tea. Knowing damn well what was coming- right on cue there was a knock to the door.

Turning you went to let in the Warlord, he looked like a kicked puppy. Awkwardly standing there at your door with his hat removed, his eyes glancing up at you hesitantly.

"(Y/N)..." He said softly, surprising you that he had even remembered your name. He stepped to the side, inviting him into your home and guiding him to your dining room were he took a seat at the kitchen table.

You took a seat as well, Alucare not turning from preparing the vegetables. A awkward silence following the trio as there was only the sound of chopping.

"Mihawk.. It's been a while" You finally speak, the Warlord nodding in agreement. Silence falling over you two again.

"Oh for God's sake. Alucare sit down please, we are going to get this out" You said, Hearing the shuffle of your son moving from his spot and sitting next to you. You couldn't help but stare in awe- The two sitting across from each other made it seem like they were looking at some odd mirror, they looked almost identical except for the age and minor changes.

"Mihawk this is Alucare, your son. As we can clearly can see. Alucare this is your father Dracule Mihawk"

You introduce, swallowing thickly as the two continued to stare at each other. Silence falling again over you all, Mihawk sighed and rubbed his temple. Turning his eyes away from this odd sort of staring contest.

"Alucare.. That's a good name.. How old are you?" Mihawk asked, staring at his child for a moment before Alucare looked away.

"I'm 16..." He said softly, Mihawk nodding at this before his eyes landed on you.

"How come you didn't tell me- I would have been here, helped you. I have a home and more" He asked, his eyebrows betraying him in pure confusion and he frowned. You sighed and rubbed the back of your neck.

"I was scared- How would it look like if some random person claimed to have some famed Warlords child.." You mumbled, still embarrassed by the whole ordeal. "Besides it wasn't even until after are alleyway escapades that I understood who you were-"

"I see..." Mihawk sighed as he stared at Alucare again, who seemed to grow a bit uncomforble at the direction of this conversation.

"Alucare do you wish to ask something of your father?-" You encouraged. Wanting to create a olive branch between the two.

"What is there me to ask? It's not like it's a secret that we are related or his reputation. The only thing I would wonder is how you found out about us-" Alucare said a bit dismissively, you felt genuine surprise at this. He had never shown anyone disrespect before until now-

"There were rumors of you that traveled to a Marine Base I was at- how a child looked like the famed Mihawk... eyes and all" Mihawk clarified. Alucare only rolling his matching yellow eyes at this, standing up from his seat.

"I'll be dismissing myself. Thanks for the talk" He said calmly, walking out the back door and slamming it shut behind him. You sighed and looked to Mihawk

"Hes normally not like that, I don't know what to say" You admit. But the Warlord just stood up with a understanding nod.

"Hes angry... that I understood.. I'll return" He said before following out the back door as well.

Standing by the grove of trees next to the house Alucare let the cool blade of the knives brush over his fingers, sighing as he quickly released the blade at lightning speed at the carved target on the old tree hitting bulls eye. Alucare walking to retrieve the lone blade and repeat the process.

"Impressive shot-" The deep voice only belonging to Mihawk sounded behind the teen. Alucare glancing back at the man as he resumed his position and went back to throwing his blade.

"Thanks I suppose-" Alucare mumbled as he continued to task. Mihawk sighing softly as he glanced at the sky.

"What is the true reason you resent me- One that you don't wish to express with your mother around" He finally asked, staring at the sky. Alucare faltering in his movements for a moment, keeping the blade in his hands for a moment.

"If you had been anyone else she wouldn't have had to suffer so much-" He admitted, his eyes showing a deep sadness as he sighed "I saw the way they looked at her, despite her smiling and ignoring it.. how she acted as a human shield for me. Because we share blood- How she would sit on the bed after working day and night to put that home over our head... how tired she was and then emotionally carying the brunt of people looking at her in either pity, fear otlr disgust for my sake"

He admitted, throwing the blade once again watching the blade stick deeply into the tree the handle being the only thing that showed. Mihawk quietly listened and clenched his hands.

"I understand... if I had known I would have protected her... I would have protected you- Nothing I can say can make up for 16 years of hardship... but I do apologize" Mihawk said, bowing his head gently.

Alucare looked at him silently for a moment. Looking away for a moment and went to grab the blade.

"...How do you sharpen a blade-" Alucare asked, In his own way accepting Mihawk apology and extending a form of communication. Mihawk gave a hint of a smile on his lips as he stepped forward.

"I can show you-"

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Tw: cussing, Hydra, medical descriptions, torture, angst, descriptions of disturbing side effects, death.

Part 2

Touch that Takes - Part 1

The lab door crashes open so violently it startles Tony, who’s mid-adjustment on a gauntlet.

Bucky storms in, hair slightly disheveled, boots heavy.

“She’s gone.”

Tony blinks. “Who?”

Bucky’s eyes flare. “Doll ... She’s gone.”

Tony straightens, mouth flattening into a grim line. “Define ‘gone,’ RoboCop. Walked out for air? Hiding in a cupboard?”

“No.” Bucky shakes his head. “She’s went to take the trash out, didnt come back.”

Tony immediately tosses the gauntlet aside and turns to the screen.

“JARVIS?”

"Last recorded location was Sublevel B. Her biometrics went offline two minutes later."

Bucky’s entire body locks up. His jaw tightens, and something primal flickers across his face.

Tony’s fingers fly over the console. “We need cameras. Every hallway. Start tracing from the basement.”

“I should’ve stayed with her,” Bucky growls.

He’s already pacing, breathing shallow.

His right hand flexes at his side, the metal arm twitching with contained violence.

But the fear—real fear—is in his eyes.

Tony pulls up grainy footage: you, stepping into the hallway with a trash bag.

Then… nothing.

The camera feed dies.

“Son of a bitch they knew how to loop footage,” Tony mutters.

Bucky leans forward, bracing both arms on the console, face set like stone. “If they hurt her…”

“We’ll get her back,” Tony assures. “JARVIS is scanning every known frequency. They won’t get far.”

But Bucky doesn’t respond. His mind is already racing.

Your voice.

The way you’d squeezed his hand earlier.

The warmth still ghosting across his lips from when he’d kissed your knuckles.

“I shouldn’t have let her go alone,”

Tony looks at him. For all his sass and sarcasm, he understands loss. He softens his tone.

“She’s stronger than she looks, we'll find her”

Bucky stares at the frozen frame on the screen—your form captured just as you stepped into the shadows.

“Yeah,” he says, voice hoarse.

“But she’s my Doll.” He whispers.

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Within fifteen minutes, the entire tower is in motion. Quinjet is fueled, and Nat, Sam, and Steve are reviewing contacts.

But Bucky?

He’s already halfway to the garage.

Tony catches him just in time. “Whoa, Tinman—where the hell are you going—your not cleared for field work?”

Bucky's metal hand grips the steering wheel of a tactical vehicle so hand it whines under his hand.

“Do you really want to stop me right now ?”

Tony doesn’t argue.

“You call me the second you find something,” Tony orders, slapping the hood. “And bring our girl home.”

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At first it's a blur of needles and pain.

Every morning begins the same way, the door to your cell slides open, and four guards enter. They no longer bother with restraints—your body is too weak from the serum treatments to fight back.

Dr. Lindstrom watches from behind her tablet as they drag you to the chair. The first time, you fought—thrashing, screaming Bucky's name until your throat was raw.

Now you can barely lift your head.

"Baseline vitals stabilizing," she notes clinically, as a technician fastens the metal halo around your skull.

"437 exhibiting increased tolerance to pain stimuli."

The chair hums to life, electricity coursing through your skull, shredding thoughts into fragments.

Your body arches.

Muscles seizing.

Someone shoves a rubber guard between your teeth.

"Memory suppression at thirty-seven percent," someone calls out.

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Stark Tower’s walls are too quiet for what’s happening.

JARVIS overlays a glowing holographic map of the building and the 100-mile radius beyond it. Your blinking signal, previously always tethered to the kitchen, common room, or the suite you share with Bucky… is gone.

Tony’s pacing, wild-eyed and rumpled. “How the hell does someone vanish into thin air with JARVIS monitoring every corner? Did she teleport? Phase through a wall? I mean—come on.”

“Tony.” Steve’s voice is low, steady. “Focus.”

Bucky leans against the far wall, shadowed, arms crossed tightly. His shoulders are stiff, the metal arm flexing in tiny, unconscious motions.

He’s not listening to Tony’s theories.

He’s watching the elevators.

Like you might walk back in.

“She wouldn’t leave,” he says quietly.

Steve glances at him. “No, she wouldn’t.”

“She didn’t choose this. Someone took her.”

Through the white-hot agony, you still cling to fragmented images—Bucky's eyes, the soft press of his lips against your knuckles, the sound of Sam Cooke playing in the kitchen.

Each day, these memories grow fainter.

After the chair comes the serum—burning through your veins like acid, rewriting your cells. Your screams echo through the facility.

"Subject's cellular structure beginning to modify," Dr. Lindstrom announces.

"Metabolic rate increased by two hundred percent."

The hunger is constant now—a gnawing, desperate ache that no amount of the tasteless nutrient paste they feed you can satisfy.

At night, you lie awake in your cell, shivering not from cold but from the serum reshaping you from within.

Sometimes, when the pain subsides briefly, you whisper his name like a prayer.

"Bucky will come. Bucky will find me."

Collins visits sometimes, watching you through the glass. His smile grows wider as your voice grows weaker.

You've stopped asking when they'll let you go.

You've stopped begging for water when the serum burns through your system.

You've stopped screaming when they strap you to the chair.

The hunger has become something else—a presence, sentient and demanding.

"Interesting," Dr. Lindstrom murmurs during one of her examinations.

She's shining a light into your eyes, observing how your pupils dilate. "Subject's irises showing first signs of pigment deterioration."

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of her glasses—your eyes darker, veins visible beneath pallid skin.

Somewhere in New York, Nat flicks through the tablet, watching the surveillance footage from that night.

She pauses.

Rewinds.

Squints.

Clint crouches in the dirt, looking for anything new.

“She was smart, Nat. But sweet. Too sweet.” His voice is tight.

“She probably never saw it coming,” Nat says quietly.

There’s a silence between them that feels heavier than the mist rolling through the streets.

“She’s the kind of person you want to protect,” Clint mutters. “Not use as bait.”

Nat clicks the tablet off. “We’ll find her. But when we do—whoever took her is going to wish it was Barnes that got to them first, not me.”

The chair sessions are longer now. Each time, fewer memories remain. But occasionally, flashes break through—Tony's sarcastic laugh as he slides a coffee across the kitchen bench to you, calling you "Thumbelina" despite your protests.

Steve's patience as you both taught Bucky how to shave again.

Bucky's forehead on yours.

These memories surface like bubbles in thick oil—brief, fragile, gone almost as soon as they appear.

During physical tests, they've noticed something new.

When one of the technicians grabbed your arm too roughly, black tendrils—like ink in water—seeped from your fingertips and wrapped around his wrist.

He collapsed, convulsing.

Dr. Lindstrom was ecstatic, you where horrified.

"First manifestation of bio-energetic absorption!" she announced, furiously taking notes. "Earlier than predicted."

They bring you rats after that.

Starve you for days, then throw them into your cell.

The first time, you recoiled in horror when the black tendrils emerged instinctively from your hands, wrapping around the creature.

You sobbed as you felt its life force flowing into you—warm, satisfying, terrifying.

"I don't want this," you whispered, trying to pull the tendrils back.

But they moved with a will of their own, hungry and insistent.

That night, you refused to feed on the second rat they brought.

By morning, patches had appeared on your skin—small areas of tissue beginning to die.

By afternoon, the pain was excruciating.

"Fascinating," Dr. Lindstrom noted, examining the necrotic tissue on your arm.

"The absorption ability appears to be directly tied to 437's immunity. Without regular feeding, 437's own cells begin to deteriorate."

"Please," you begged alone in your cell "I don't want to hurt anything."

"You don't have a choice anymore," she replied, her voice coldly clinical over the mic into your cell. "Feed or your body will consume itself."

By the fifth rat, you no longer hesitate.

Thor slams a hand onto the holo-console. “This Midgardian tower was supposed to be safe!”

Bruce barely glances up from the screen.

He’s gone still and clinical—retreating into logic after months of searching.

“There was a power fluctuation at 2:13am in the east lower wing.” He zooms in. “Small. Almost unnoticeable. The night she disappeared.”

Thor’s fingers twitch at his side. “She is not combat-trained. A child in height. She speaks softly. She brings me the good food.”

Bruce sighs through his nose. “Exactly the kind of person an infiltrator wouldn’t see as a threat. Or… would want to use as leverage.”

They both look at the screen.

“She brought me banana bread once,” Bruce whispers.

Thor’s hand tightens into a fist.

"437 is progressing well," Collins tells Lindstrom, watching you through the observation window. You're huddled in the corner of your cell, knees drawn to your chest, eyes tracking their movements.

"Her absorption abilities are developing faster than anticipated," Lindstrom agrees.

"But her mind is still resisting full conversion."

"I need results, Doctor," Collins presses, tapping his finger against the glass. "The higher-ups are getting impatient."

"These things take time," Lindstrom counters. "She's still holding onto fragments of her former life. The memory wipes are less effective than they were with the Winter Soldier."

"Then increase the voltage."

"We could lose cognitive function entirely. She'd be useless."

You've stopped remmebering your name. Now you're just "437" or sometimes "Subject."

The chair sessions have become more aggressive.

Sometimes you wake up with no memory of the previous day, just an emptiness where thoughts should be.

But the hunger—the hunger is always there.

They've moved on from rats to larger animals. Each time the tendrils emerge, they're stronger, more eager—stretching further from your hands, quicker to find their target.

You've learned that you don't need to touch your victims directly.

The black tendrils can bridge gaps, seek warmth like predators hunting prey.

The process is slower than Lindstrom expected—nearly an hour to drain a large animal completely.

She logs this data meticulously, adjusting formulas, recalibrating treatments.

"Why does it take so long?" Collins demands after one feeding session.

"Energy transfer isn't instantaneous," Lindstrom explains.

"Think of it as a slow transfusion rather than an electrical discharge. The longer the connection, the more complete the transfer."

What neither of them mentions is how you weep silently during each feeding.

How you try to sooth the animals as your body betrays you, the black tendrils extending despite your resistance.

How the patches of necrotic flesh appear on your arms, your chest, your back when you try to fight the hunger.

After each feeding, your strength returns briefly.

Colors seem sharper.

Sounds clearer.

For a few precious hours, the fog in your mind lifts slightly, and you remember fragments—Tony teaching you to fix the coffee machine after you'd broken it for the third time, Steve's steady hand on your shoulder after a rough day with the blue eyed man.

Eyes watching you across the kitchen.

Then the hunger returns, worse than before, and the cycle begins again.

Sunrise casts a warm, light across the tower.

Steve leans beside Bucky on the ledge. His expression is drawn, his fingers white-knuckled on the rail.

“She really meant something to you.”

Bucky hangs his head. “She’s just ... good.”

Steve’s brows pinch. “You sure that’s all she is?”

Bucky’s lips part—like he wants to argue. But the word never comes.

He looks out over the city. “She called me kind. Said I could be more than what they made me. Nobody’s had said that before her.”

Steve nods slowly. “Because they didn’t see you.”

Bucky glances down at his flesh hand, it had felt so empty since you'd gone.

“She did.”

Steve rests a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “We’ll find her.”

The final phase of serum treatments ends with a session so brutal you're certain it will kill you.

Your screams have long since given way to guttural, animal sounds as your body convulses on the medical table.

Black tendrils erupt and pulse uncontrollably from your hands, your arms, seeking something—anything—to feed on.

"Remarkable," Dr. Lindstrom observes from behind a protective barrier. "Full integration at the cellular level."

When the pain finally subsides, something fundamental has changed. The hunger is no longer separate from you—it is you.

Your first coherent thought is not of escape or of the man with the blue eyes. It's of feeding.

They bring you a prisoner—a failed Hydra agent who tried to escape. When he's shoved into your cell, you don't see a human being.

You see sustenance.

The tendrils flow from your hands like living shadows, wrapping around his throat, his chest, his face.

He struggles, then stills as you drain him dry.

It takes less than three minutes.

For the first time in months, you feel satiated.

"Perfect," Collins says, watching through the glass.

They don't teach you to fight with weapons or fists.

They teach you to hunt.

Your instructors maintain their distance, using shock batons to direct you, to punish or reward.

They've learned the hard way that getting too close is dangerous.

You move differently now—lower to the ground, fluid, predatory. The trainers praise this instinct, encourage it.

Sometimes you find yourself on all fours, scuttling across the training room floor, black tendrils trailing behind you like a shadow.

Speech comes less frequently. Words seem unnecessary, cumbersome.

The chair sessions continue, but with a new purpose. Now they're not erasing—they're building.

Creating someone new from the hollow shell they've made of you.

"You are Leech," they tell you, over and over, as electricity courses through your brain. "You feed. You serve Hydra. You have always been Leech."

And slowly, you begin to believe them.

The light in your room is softer than the rest of the tower. Pastel curtains. Your reading chair, your knit throw blanket. A mug still rests on the side table—lukewarm, half-finished tea with honey.

Bucky steps inside like it’s a sacred place and a sanctuary all at once.

He doesn’t touch anything at first. Just breathes in the air like maybe your scent will help him remember something more.

Something useful.

But it just makes his throat tighten.

Finally, he sits on the floor beside your bed, head resting back against the side, metal fingers tracing a groove in the floor.

“You kept tea in the third drawer,” he whispers. “I got you more Doll, I dont want you to miss anything when you come home.”

He closes his eyes.

“I was supposed to protect you, Doll.”

When he opened them again he saw the compact mirror, resting on your side table, his flesh fingers traced it like it might break.

"I'll find you Doll, I'll bring you home"

His voice cracks.

Not the Winter Soldier.

Not Sergeant Barnes.

Just Bucky.

The isolation chamber is dark and cold, designed to heighten Leech's senses before a mission. She hangs from the ceiling in the corner, suspended by the black tendrils which occasionally ripple across her skin.

Dr. Lindstrom observes through specialized goggles, making notes on her tablet. "Subject has fully integrated the Leech persona," she reports to Collins. "Speech patterns reduced to primitive third-person references. Locomotion primarily quadrupedal when not in hunting stance."

Collins nods, pleased. "And the absorption capacity?"

"Beyond our projections. She can drain a healthy adult male in under two minutes. The energy sustains her for approximately seventy-four hours before hunger response initiates."

"Side effects?"

Lindstrom hesitates. "Dependency is total. Without regular feeding, withdrawal symptoms begin within ninety-six hours. Tremors, hallucinations, eventually cellular degradation."

"Perfect," Collins says.

The lights in the isolation chamber flicker on. Leech hisses, covering her sensitive eyes.

Leech knows the pain that follows disobedience.

"Your training is complete," Collins says. "You have your first mission."

Leech tilts her head, curious. Missions mean feeding. Missions mean fresh prey.

Leech's tongue darts out, wetting cracked lips. "Leech... feed?"

"Prepare her for transport," Collins orders.

In the chamber, Leech drops silently to the floor, landing in a crouch.

Her movements are no longer human—fluid, predatory, patient.

The black tendrils around her hands pulse with anticipation.

Leech doesn't remember the kitchen anymore, or the music, or the gentle press of lips against her knuckles.

Leech doesn't remember her name.

Leech only knows hunger.

Leech only knows the hunt.

[sukunas-wife]

Family time with baby Yuji ✨✨

Family time with Baby Yuji 🥹 I didnt know how to to go about it so I just rambled on 🤍 tysm for the ask

When Yuji was a baby Sukuna loved cradling him in his massive arms despite denying it with a cough. When Yuji got older 4-8 he loves riding around on his dad’s shoulders, bragging on how strong his dad was and sticking his tongue out at kids who wanted to laugh. Of course there are plenty of times when as a family you’d go on walks and young Yuji would take falls from trying to grab a tree branch or his did stretching and shaking him off because he forgot Yuji was on his shoulders 🥹 Yuji would just sit up smiling rubbing the back of his head when you’d both turn back to make sure he was okay. Swatting Sukuna and telling him to be careful while he rolled his eyes setting Yuji back on shoulders, “I told ya woman he doesn’t weigh anything maybe if you fed him more he wouldn’t be this way!” Of course Sukuna being the good husband he is, he sighed and turned to look at his wife. Before he could saying anything he noticed a cut on his son’s knee and frowned. So he brought up a hand and used his reverse cursed technique to heal him, “Brat why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?”

Or the time Yuji was crying because both of you left him with a baby sitter, not Uraume, not your lady in waiting. BUT A RANDOM LADY HE DIDNT KNOW he laid in his bed sniffling and crying. He refused to eat or leave his room all day. If you didn’t love him anymore you just had to tell him 😭 Both you and Sukuna hadn’t made it back till after sun set, to see the panicked baby sitter who was frantically explain how Yuji was reacting. So there you went sitting on the edge of his bed heart aching at his little whimpers and cries “Yuji, baby, please” laying your han son his back he squirmed away from you under the blanket. Sighing you watched Sukuna walk in sitting on his other wide, “Brat.” Was all he said as the mattress shifted under his weight, he laid a heavy hand on Yuji’s back. Yuji squirmed away bumping into you before moving back and pulling the blanket over his head to cover his tear stained puffy red face.

“Yuji.” Was all Sukuna had to say in a strict voice before he looking at his dad like he really did betray him. “You don’t love me anymore.” You looked away not wanting to laugh at your son especially when your husband was being firm with him. “I told you this morning your mother was leaving, I asked if you wanted to go with me and Uraume or stay home.” Yuji puffed his cheeks out “i said stay home because i thought you were gonna stay with me..” You stayed silent as the two had a stare off before Yuji sighed, he looked at you “you don’t love me either! You just left me!” You gasped “Yuji! I came to see you this morning before leaving and you said you wanted to sleep so you were gonna wait for daddy.” You fixed your stare on him and he huffed pulling the blanket over his head before the sniffles started up. Once again Sukuna said his name in a warning tone, before he sat up pushing the blanket off of him, “you left me alone all day and now you don’t want too.” “Stop acting like brat.” Was all Sukuna said before he hauled Yuji up and into his said while laying down in Yuji’s bed. The frame creaking obviously not made to hold Sukuna’s real weight, Yuji was still sniffling not hugging his dad back. Seeing Sukuna motion you over you got into Yuji’s bed, Sukuna turned to face you. Both you squishing Yuji in a hug while he sniffled and let the tears fall. “Yuji…” Sukuna’s voice was soft, you looked down at your son who chose bury his face in his dad’s chest, “I would never abandon you, you ARE my son i could never leave you behind or ..” he hesitated, “or stop… loving you. As long as you’re here, and I have life I will always come back for you and your mother.” Yuji rubbed his face back and forth on his dad’s chest mumbling an “‘m sorry.” Yuji tried to hold onto the both of you, and there you all slept, Sukuna hugging you and Yuji against his chest. That even when the bed frame cracked half way through the night no one moved a muscle.

There’s also that time when you decided to take Sukuna into town 😭 Yuji was holding your hand and his daddy’s hand. Both of your hold tight in his hands because he liked to run, jump and pull his legs up to swing by yours and Sukuna’s hands. Sure he was heavier at 6 but how could either of you say no to his little laughs and big smile? Even walking through the city when he let go your hand he persisted on walking funny as long as he could hold his daddy’s hand. Of course Sukuna got tired of having to lean down and hold Yuji’s hand so he shifted back to his “human” form. To which Yuji went back to grabbing your hand and his dad’s hand. Happily running between both of you to swing himself, the townspeople were almost in awe that Sukuna could show emotion other than displeasure, annoyance and bod thirst as he usually did when they would stand before him. They stood in disbelief that you really had managed to birth his son and that you and that son had managed to tame him enough that he didn’t just kill the man that accidentally knocked over a flower stand and splashed him with old plant water. Everyone watched as Sukuna’s free hand came up ready to slice the Man until they saw how his son pulled on his hand with a pout and pleading eyes. Sukuna sighing and pulling his robes off his shoulders to hang on his wait gave the vendor a fixed stare “Fools should know their place, you should take your place quickly.” Waving his hand he dismissed the vendor and you squeezed Yuji’s hand letting go. He smiled bright before hugging his dad’s arm, Sukuna tsk’ed but pulled Yuji into his side, “don’t think this changes anything brat.”

Then there was Sukuna falling sick 🫠 A real miracle right there on it’s own. Yuji refused to leave his side no matter how many times you dragged him with you. Sukuna would close his eye to rest when you’d close the door leaving with Yuji. Just to hear the door open, a sliver of light filling the room before the door closed and hearing the little patter of Yuji’s feet stopping by his bed side. He tried to force back his smile when Yuji pushed a chair to the bed and tried to replace the wet rag you had left on his forehead, anymore and he would’ve drowned with all the water Yuji poured on him. In the end Yuji crawled over him crawling under the blanket to hug his dad. He didn’t say anything just laid there like good moral support. Sukuna staring down at his son with soaking wet hair and a wet pillow sighed and wrapped an arm around his son pulling him closer, “You shouldn’t be here Yuji.” Yuji looked up at him with big eyes, “Your mom will wring you out if she finds you here.” “Then hide me!” Was all Yuji said pulling the blanket up over his head, “‘m not leaving.” Sukuna gave him a few heavy pats before leaning back into the wet pillow and throwing the sopping rag into the bowl of water, “Alright I warned ya.”

You could feel your eye twitch when you found them both passed out. Sukuna snoring and Yuji half on his chest going up and down with Sukuna’s breathing. “If he tried to hide it was terrible.” Was all you said getting closer, on the night stand half hanging onto the bowl was the soaking rag, wringing it out you placed it back on Sukuna’s forehead. Feeling Yuji’s forehead he was burning up. Leaning over your husband you fixed Yuji so he was laying down, he mumbled something in his sleep reaching out for your hand. Of course Sukuna hit you with a light smack on your rear and he chuckled, “don’t worry about him I’ll fix him up.” You watched as Sukuna started to sit up bringing you up with him, your son mumbling in his sleep trying to hug his daddy. You watched as he’s used his reverse cursed technique healing Yuji like it was nothing. “Ryomen.. if you can..” you stopped when Yuji barely opened his eyes blinking sleepily and reaching for you, “Don’t ask to many questions sweetheart, our son wants you here with us, “get in.” So you didn’t protest taking off your outter robe and getting into bed with your boys mumbling “so you were just looking for some attention hm?” Sukuna side eyed you with a smile before pulling you over to kiss the side of your temple, “Sure if that makes you feel better.”

Then there was Yuji’s birthday 🥹 all he wanted was to go out and play in the snow. “Mommy! Da-daddy?” He looked around your room, no one, he ran to the throne room, no one. Tea room? No, daddy’s bathing room? No. … separated rooms? No.. his room?! No ;-; he was on the verge of crying he couldn’t find Uraume either, so he walked to the kitchen reasoning he could eat something and keep looking later. That’s where he found you arguing with his dad and Uraume looking panicked. “ITS YUJI’S BIRTHDAY HE SHOULD EAT WHAT HE LIKES.” You argued back, “YUJI needs more meat on his bones I say we let Uraume work the kitchen as usual,” Sukuna slammed his fist on the table and you tilted your head giving him a look, “Lady y-NO” you held a hand up to Uraume smiling at him, “we’re going to fix this NOW.” You looked back at your husband, “you wanna eat what you wanna eat? Fine- but if that’s the case I’m taking Yuji to eat at his favorite noodle shop with or without you.” Slamming your own hand on the table it shook everything on the table. You and Sukuna dead set on one another, Uraume became nervous. Sukuna caught a quick glimpse of pink out the corner of his eye. Before he made a displeased face, “Fine, make what she tells you Uraume.” You smiled nodding, “Thank you.” You both watched as Sukuna left grumbling about it being his house why’s his wife bossing him around, Yuji still stood in the kitchen door smiling when his dad winked at him ruffling his hair as he passed by. You turned to Uraume “Make Sukuna a special plate, I swear when he’s hungry at night that thing has mind of its own and would probably take a bite out of Yuji.”Referring to his stomachs mouth, Uraume nodded with a smile “Yes Lady Y/n.”

You turned away from him grabbing a basket to leave when you see Yuji, “Hey sweetie,” you reached your hand out for him and he took it, “Ready to go outside?” He shook his head, “can’t find my coat,” you nodded “let’s go find it then.” Making your way to Yuji’s room you found Sukuna waiting and holding Yuji’s winter coat. “Took you long enough woman.” Yuji let go of your hand rushing to his dad who helped him with his coat, “come with us daddy!” You smiled watching Yuji pull his dads hand and arm. If there was one thing you didn’t understand it was Yuji’s obsession with the snow. Even when his fingers would turn read, and his nose and cheeks were nipped with red, he’d persist he could stay out another hour to play. Maybe it was because while you carried him in your womb, and as a baby you’d sit outside keeping him swaddled and warm in the cool. Remembering your own grandmother did the same, watching your cousins sleep calm and peacefully for so long. Yuji did the same, maybe that’s why he was so drawn to the snow. “Mommy! Cmon!” He waved his hand at you, he was building a snowman with his dad. Walking over you set down the basket on bench you usually sat on in the spring with Yuji, in the afternoon he’d lay his head on your lap yawning listening to birds chirping away while the cherry blossoms gave their last blooms. Falling asleep while you sat there rubbing his back and brushing your hand through his hair.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the bump you felt on your back. Turning around you saw Yuji getting a face full of snow “That’s my wife brat.” Yuji who was now laying in the snow sat up with snow ball “that’s my face!” Before smacking his dad with a snow ball. You couldn’t fight the smile watching them fight, laughing too hard when Sukuna was using one pair of arms to mass produce snow balls and the other to throw them. Yuji finally cried and ran over to hide behind you, “HELP MEEEE” at that point you were laughing hard and felt bad for not being to console your son, “i-I’m sorry-“ another wave of laughs, “Baby” he pouted crossing his arms while you took a deep breath, “You should’ve seen it, sweetie I’m sorry.” Ruffling his hair he still pouted looking at his dad who stood there proud, bare chest puffed out snow balls still in hand. “M cold.” You cleared the snow off the bench, “here I packed these for when you did get cold.” Turning to Sukuna he walked over snowball in hands as he dropped one on Yuji’s head, Yuji just shook his head clean sending snow everywhere. “Here,” you pulled out a smaller basket full of steamed milk buns for Yuji. Pulling out a second basket you offered them to Sukuna, “These were specifically made for you.” He grabbing one eating it in one bite, “it’s good, wouldn’t expect less from Uraume.” You grinned, “I made those.” Sukuna pulled you into his side by the waist, kissing your temple, “In that case they could be better,” he grinned down at you his eyes crinkling when you swatted his chest. Catching your hand against his chest he leaned down pressing his lips against the back of your hand, “They’re perfect don’t worry.” Smiling you pulled your hand free brushing his tussled slicked hair back as he hummed.

“ew,” Yuji’s voice broke the silence you your husband shared before Sukuna snatched his milk bun away, “whaddya mean ew?” He took a bite of the milk bun. “ew you and mommy!” He snatched another milk bun eating it and turning away when his dad tried to reach for it again. “Sit,” Yuji patted the spot next to him, Sukuna sat down spreading his legs out and pulling you to sit between himself and Yuji. Soon you all finished snacking, before Yuji begged to make a snow family. There you were, finding’s rocks and branches. Sukuna stacking the snow balls while Yuji tried to roll them. Sukuna’s Smow man was massive with Four stick arms and four rock eyes. Your snow lady had two arms and two eyes just shorter than Sukuna’s, and Yuji’s 🥹 Yuji’s snow man was built to his height which was still notably smaller than yours and Sukuna’s but the way he looked so proud rolling it to stand between the two bigger ones, he put a big smile on it, angling the arms up before he took an arm off of the others ones re stabbing them in from below, “Now they can hold hands.” You looked your husband who made a choking sounds before clearing his throat looking away using a hand to cover the liver half of his face. You rubbed your hand on his bare back and he looked at you. The soft smile you gave him was reassuring when he walked to stand behind your son. You watched as he hesitated before placing a hand on Yuji’s head pulling him into his side and rubbing his head, Yuji stayed leaning against his dad, before he looked back, waving his hand for you to get closer. Yuji looked up at his dad who picked him up, “alright, come here brat.” Standing beside Ryomen he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and waist, Yuji held on his other side. You turned hugging his waist. Staying like this until the snow started to fall and Yuji wiggled out of his dads grip.

Sitting on the same bench you stayed close to Sukuna, he hadn’t let you go after feeling how cold your hands were. “Ryomen…” his eyes were trained on his son when you looked up at him. He grunted in response, before clearing his throat. “y/n…” the silence hanging in the air. “I love you.” He never looked away from Yuji, before he turned to look down at you, bringing a free hand to your chin he angled your face up leaning in close, “Is that what you want me to say?” A grin broke out on his face when you blinked, he closed the gap and kissed you. Pulling away he angled your chin up and he kissed your neck nipping the skin, “I love you y/n.” It didn’t take long for Yuji to wear himself out when he came to crawl into your lap leaning back against your chest watching the snow fall. Soon he fell asleep across your lap, your head resting on Ryomen who laid his head over yours. His hand running up and down your back in a comforting manner, Yuji’s soft breaths. The falling snow and setting sun. “Happy Birthday Yuji.” You mumbled brushing his hair out his face, Sukuna smiled down at his sleeping son, “Happy Birthday brat.”

@sad-darksoul @cyder-puff @domainofmarie @satorisgirl @bontensbabygirl @sakuxxi @mercymccann

[neeeooon]

heyyyy! Could i request a oneshot of karasu meeting ur guys’ future kid? Like that one series u did a while ago and put out a poll for the oneshots but karasu didnt win. So im formally requesting it now🙏

YES thank you for the reminder 🙏

three's my favorite number

karasu tabito x fem!reader. karasu and reader are divorced. oneshot takes place over several years. kid has a name for plot. fluff, cussing, continuation of karasu’s part in this post

“hey, kid.”

taichi slowly looked over his shoulder, chin grazing the strap of his blue lock backpack as he looked up to meet karasu’s eyes. his own sparkled as he gasped, “really?! you’re my dad?! for real?!”

you hated how your chest fluttered at your son’s excitement, and the guilt that hit you afterward was almost as intense. taichi told you all the time how badly he wanted his dad to come home, since the story you ran with was that his father was on the other side of the world doing great things that required all his time. it wasn’t exactly a lie, but it definitely wasn’t the truth.

before you could stop him, taichi spun out of your grasp and darted over to karasu. he threw his thin arms around the man’s legs and squeezed. “will you live with us, now?”

to your surprise, karasu’s smile didn’t melt at the question. he flashed a fatherly grin as he knelt down to match his son’s height, eyes sparkling. “not right now, buddy. but i do wanna see ya more.”

“i want that, too!” taichi flung his arms around karasu and wrapped his legs around his father’s waist when the man hugged him back and stood to his full height.

so much for talking to strangers, you mentally sighed as you rubbed your forehead. you weren’t ready for this yet. you planned to wait until taichi was older before introducing him to your ex-husband. now it was too late. he was already attached.

karasu read your expression easily, even after years apart, and his smile faded at the corners. he carefully set your son back down and ruffled his hair. “why don’t you run along now with yer ma. i’ll catchya another time, sound okay?”

taichi looked conflicted as he turned his head between you and karasu. then, he approached his father once more and held his pinkie up. “promise?”

karasu knelt down once more and wrapped his pinkie around his son’s before they pressed their thumbs together. “promise.”

☆ 🤙

you were surprised after opening your door at 7 in the morning to find your ex-husband there with coffee and doughnuts.

“tabi? what are you doing here?” you caught the nickname slip-up too late, and karasu smirked slyly at you.

“haven’t heard that one in a while, hun.”

you whacked him with the back of your hand but didn’t shove him out as he stepped into the house. “where’s the kid?” he asked after putting the goodies down, and you pointed at the ceiling to signal that he was upstairs.

karasu’s took a seat as you awkwardly shifted your weight between both feet. “listen…”

he shook his head. “we don’t need to talk about the past. i’m here now. i wanna be here.”

you swallowed thickly. you still didn’t know if you wanted him there. you had a good thing going with your son; a nice routine and a near-perfect schedule. karasu’s return tore a hole in all of that.

“i just—“

“dad’s here!” taichi screamed as he bolted down the stairs. karasu knelt in time to catch the boy when he flung himself at him and positioned taichi on his hip. “how’s it goin’, kid?”

you hated how soft your son’s smile made you. it took up his entire face as he rambled on and on about toys and school to karasu. to his dad. you shook your head.

"i brought some goodies," karasu said as he turned his body to show the treats off to taichi. your son threw his arms over his head and cheered. karasu glanced back at you with a grin. "yeah, yer mom never buys sweets for ya, hm?"

"ta—" you caught yourself and frowned. "karasu."

"she never does!" he put his lips to karasu's ear and cupped his hands around it. "and her rice is too squishy."

you felt scandalized, betrayed, as the boys giggled at your expense. flicking your hand at them, you spun on your heel and marched to the fridge. "fine. since clearly you both hate me, you can have him, karasu."

karasu's head fell back as he laughed, but taichi's eyes widened. "w-wait, i didn't mean it! love your rice! you make the best rice!" you kept your back to them, but could hear taichi shuffling around in your ex's grip. not a minute later, two little hands were tugging your pant legs. "mama, mama! please don't go away. can't we all stay together? three is my favorite number!"

"i thought your favorite number was six."

"nuh-uh! it's three!" he smacked a hand to his chest. "one!" then he pointed at karasu. "two!" and finally, taichi rubbed his face against your leg. "three!" damn this kid, you thought with a wobbly smile. you locked eyes with karasu, and something familiar sparked in them. your heart skipped a beat. damn him and his stupid, adorable face.

sighing heavily, you leaned down to pluck him up and hug him to your chest. "well, you know what? three's my favorite number, too."

☆ 🤙

you sat back against the couch, your five-year-old curled against your side, his feet on your husband's face. brushing your fingers through karasu's freshly washed hair, his head in your lap, you felt his lips against your swollen stomach and smiled.

with taichi's help, you'd been able to sit through a full conversation with your ex-husband, and he managed to worm his way back into your heart. of course, you were hesitant. you didn't want him to change his mind and leave, especially considering how quickly you'd run after a misunderstanding, but he proved himself time and time again that he was here to stay.

carefully, you tipped forward and pressed a kiss to your husband's temple. he shuffled, startling you slightly, and cracked an eye open.

"ya know," he whispered, and you furrowed your brows at him. "four is my favorite number."

[yuyu1024]

Lettuce

Pairings: Mingyu × y/n

Genre/tags: non idol, dating

Warning: 🔞 fluff but still smut, pet names (babes, baby, love, honey, sweetheart etc.), cursing, unportected/protected sex (always be safe), kinks (size, breeding, tits, etc), mention of small age gap, mention of low self-esteem/confidence and insecurities

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 2.6k

Disclaimers:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

A/N: been away. I didnt know if I should post this or delete but then... I dont want effort to go to waste so.. 😅 i hope this is an okay one.

Have a nice day.

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"Are you still waiting for your ride home?"

You look at the group of girls standing a few feet away from you. They are from the department across your office.

"Is your boyfriend late?" She adds a follow up question

You smile, "I am." You cautiously answer.

They are not your friends so you are not comfortable to share more than that. And also they are known to be the gossipers in the officr so, any details about your personal life would be the next topic for the next few weeks if you share anything with them.

"It's already late... are you sure he's still coming?" One girl asks.

Luckily, the bus arrives just in time for them to hurry in. No time for you to even chat with them anymore.

"Thank goodness..." you sigh feeling relieved.

*pings*

🐶: sorry, im late. 😭

🐶: i helped an old lady cross the street.

🐶: didn't know she would ask me to also help her get boxes of soju in her shop.

🐶: she admitted to pretending to struggle crossing the street so she can ask anyone to help her and his son 🙃 and then made me buy a whole bunch of lettuce.

🐶: like a whoke bunch😶

🐶: you like lettuce right babe?😚

You smile as you read your boyfriend's text. You don't know if its you imagining him pouting because he feels sorry he made you wait or its because he felt used and scammed.

💖: you're so silly.

💖: its still a good deed so its okay 😊

🐶: but i am 10mins late.

🐶: i cant let my princess wait for me.

💖: i can wait. As long as its you... ♥️

You see him read the message and then not reply.

"Hello stranger..."

You got startled when Mingyu embraces you from behind and kissed you on the cheek.

"Yah! You scared me." You slap his arm

"Sorry..." he giggles and kissed you again. This time on the lips.

"Stop..." you say, blushing. "We are outside."

"So...?" He grins and then puts his arm around you. "We are a couple. Who the fuck cares?"

You roll your eyes. "You know people judge..."

"No... they are just jealous because I am dating a wonderful woman..."

You shake your head. "No... they are not jealous because of me..." you push him away. Forcing a laugh. "Probably because you look good in that double denim look."

Here you go again with your self pity and self judging. You always do this. 'This' notion that you are way below over any other girl and that you are just lucky Mingyu is your boyfriend. You always make an effort to put yourself down without even noticing that Mingyu does not like it.

He fucking loves you. Inside and out. From head to toe. From front to back. He even loves it when you are not at your best behavior nor position. He just... loves you. Period.

But on your end, even with a million reassurance, you always doubt yourself for him.

***

Arriving at his apartment, the first thing you did was announce that you are going to take a shower. You didn't even looked at him when you said it. You're not mad at him or whatever. You are just guilty and feel sorry for being down out of the blue. You didn't even talked that much during the ride home.

"Hey..." he takes you by your arm and pulls you close for an embrace. He kissed the top of your head and then forehead. "Take your time... I'm going to cook dinner."

You smile with no teeth showing. "Okay..." your voice sounding almost a whisper.

"Anything in particular you want? We have meat, fish and vegetables... like a lot of lettuce..." referring to the whole plastic the old lady sell him. "You want something with soup or fried? Ramyun or pasta?"

"Hmm... I like pasta... and a salad on a side?"

"Okay... as you wish my princess..."

The whole apartment smells like a five star restaurant. The fragrance is to die for and makes your mouth water. When you got out of the bedroom, hair still damp, you got suprised by how extravagant Mingyu arranged the dining area. Fancy plates, lit candles, wine glasses and a bottle of his favorite red win. All of a sudden, iy felt like you entered an Italian restaurant wearing your baby pink pajamas and hello kitty slippers.

"Hi, babe." Mingyu is a ray of sunshine while putting on a few more finishing touches on the table. "Ready to eat?"

"Aww..." your heart is aching with pure joy. He is the sweetest man alive.

You stumble your way to him, caused by your own feet. He managed to catch you giggling with you. You look silly but he find it cute. And then as your eyes met he immediately captures your lips for a kiss. Small pecks that got deeper and more seductive. The kisses are loud that it echoes and bounce off the walls of the apartment. He can't also stop touching every curve of your body. From your hips, to your ass and to your tits. He even lifted your shirt so he can access your bra and yank one side down exposing you boob.

"M-mingyu...." you giggle as you try to pull away from the kiss. He does not want to let you go. He keeps on chasing your pink lips whenever a gap starts to build in betweem his. "We need to eat... the food will get cold..."

He didn't answer. He leans lower so he could give love on your exposed bud. He suck it first before he lets his tongue lick it and make your squirm.

"M-mingyu..." you inhale. "The food...?"

He finally lets you go, smiling. "Fine." He chased one more kiss. "But after we eat..." and another one. "I'd like to go straight to dessert." And another one. "You know I love my dessert." He says, bitting his lower lip while grinning like a mad dog.

"You're crazy!" You pinch his nose.

"Crazy over you..." he growls and suddenly picks you up off the floor. He puts your legs around his waist and you automatically hang your arms over his shoulder to hold on.

"Yah!"

"I can't wait. I think I want to begin our dinner with dessert first." His eyes is filled with desire and he is ready to wreck you.

Kicking the door open to your bedroom, Mingyu lays you down gently but in a hurry at the same time. He is on a mission. He is not going to make love to you. He will FUCK your brains out tonight. You know that look in his eyes.

"No condoms... I need to feel you... skin to skin..." he pulls his shirt off and throws it, hitting the wall, then begins to unbuckle his belt and pants. "And I'll like to fill you up until it leaks out of your pussy." He adds, grinning

"Oh God..." you try to get a hold of yourself. Not ready for what is coming

He pushes down his pants and underwear in one go. His length springs free and is up, steady and hard. It's tip glistening with pre cum.

"Turn around..."

You do as he says and go on fours on top of the bed. He pulls your pants down, revealing a bare and wet pussy ready to be torn.

"No panties huh..."

You blush. "Well... I know we'll have sex today... I just didn't know its going to be this soon..."

Mingyu hovers on your back, hand sliding up and down your curves. "Do you want me to stop and just go on with dinner?"

You lower your heard, embarassed, even though he's not seeing how turned on and red you are. "No... I would never say no to you..." after a few breaths in you look back, cheeks red and warm. "You know sex with you is my only addiction."

"Fuck yeah it is..." he says proudly and satisfied

He eases himself in, slowly but deliciously. He skipped prepping you. He can't wait anymore. His dick is aching and wanting to feel your walls.

"I'll be a little rough to you today, babe." He smacks your ass and a moan escapes your lips. "I didn't like what you did earlier..."

"Ughhh!" He slams strong and consistent. It's driving you insane how he could hit the very back of your cervix. Actually he could hit every thing inside you. Thats how long and thick he is. "W-hat... what did... I do?" You arch your back and pushed your upper body up so he can embrace you and touch your body as he thrust your brains out.

"You know..." he grunts as he adjusts and tries to go deeper, even though he is already at the deep end of your insides. "I don't like it... when you don't appreciate yourself..." he inhales and exhales as he feels you clench and make it tighter. "Fuck! Babe!" He kisses the curves of your neck and bites on your shoulder when he feels the tightness thats make it fucking sensational for him

You ubotton your top to give him access to your chest. You didn't unhook your bra though. You just pulled the ladies out and the bra helps give them a push up.

"You are beautiful... sexy... and a wonderful woman..." he pushes your hair out of his way so he can kiss your neck. "Love yourself... the way I love you."

He then pulls out, almost making you cry and beg. But them makes you turn around to face him.

"Can you?" He asks with the most loving eyes

You crash your lips to his. Pushing your tongue in him. You didn't stop until you hear a moany cry from your boyfriend. His brows then creases when you playfully bite his lower lip. "I want to..."

"But what?" He carries you off the bed and pins you to the wall, beside the window of your bedroom. Your one leg touching the ground while the other is hooked over his forearm. "Answer me, babe."

He slams back in you. Stronger and much deeper. Which confused you coz how? Its not like your cervix can expand. But thats what it felt when he slammed you. It didn't hurt. It felt insane actually. Insanely goodm

"You are kind... sweet... caring... hardworking... knows what you like and dislike... respectful..."

You are catching your breathe in your throat. Its like you are choking from excess pleasure. You try to speak but you can't let go of the high. So instead of speaking, you just shook your head.

"You don't agree?" He asks. Mingyu looks at you with his puppy eyes and showered you with kisses. Then he kept repeating all the good qualities you have as a person and even physically.

He really is telling you every bits about you. Everything that he loves and dislike but accepts coz it is you. It is part of you. He really do love you.

"What can I do... to reassure you?"

You put your hand over his mouth. Not to shut him down but to hush him for a second. Just for a moment until you get it all out for him.

"Fuck me!" You cry as you can't help but  cry more of his name. You are so close to your orgasm. "Nggghhhh...!"

You shut your eyes ready to explode but then Mingyu pulls away from your hand, takes you back in bed to finish, when he suddenly says the two words you didn't expect him to say while he's fucking your brains out

"Marry me..." he says.

Your eyes opens, looks at him in pure shock and bliss. "W-wha..." you can't finish your words. He was hammering you. You can't answer. "Mingyu!" You moan his name so loud when your world spun around.

"I love you." He grunts as he see you melt and when he pushed into you a few more times, he finally begins release himself you. All the warmth and every drop of him in you. "Fuck!" He exhales, dropping his body on you but not his weight. "I love you..." he says again. "So much..." he kisses your shoulder and then your cheek. "So... what do you say?" He smirks

"Suddenly?" You look at him, confused.

"Hmmm..." he scrunches his nose, still wearing the smile on his lips. "Not really..."

He then gets up, pulling out of you, which felt like you got more naked than what you are now. More exposed.

"Wait lemma clean you first."

He runs into the bathroom and takes a towel to wipe you clean. Just clean enough to be presentable but not totally wipe his seeds off you. He wants that in there.

And then he runs out of the room.

"Where are you going? Babe?" You are confused. Why is your man running outside the bedroom ass naked

Giggling as you see him comeback in and carrying the plastic bag of lettuce.

"Huh? What's that for?" You sit up and wrap the thin white blanket to your body.

"I lied. Well... we still going to have salads and all..." he is mumbling. "This should be over dinner... but... I could not help myself earlier so..."

"Mingyu... what is going on...?"

Laughing but still trying to pull a serious face. "It was true that an old lady sold me this but... as I was helping her she took the paper bag the came wit this... and I panicked." He sits down beside you. "I didn't want to put it in my jacket or pocket coz... it will be obvious... and when we walk and your cold you always put your hand in my jacket's pockst so..."

"Mingyu!" You grab his face and kissed him. To make him focus. "Just say it..." you are giggling now too.

"Okay..." a soft smile spreads to his lips. "I know... you may think... I'm still young and naive."

"No you're not..."

"Yeah but... still... anyways..." he nervously laughs. "Like I said... you are an amazing woman. Anyman who you choose to love will be the luckiest. And thankfully its me..." he then goes down to his one knee and pulls out a black box from the plastic of lettuce. "I said I didn't like what you did earlier... you looking down at yourself... but that does mean I hate you or mad at you for it... I just say that because I care.. I want you to feel... assured and happy." He opens the box and shows the most brightest ring you ever saw in your life. "If I have to always reassure you for the rest of our lives... I don't fucking care. I am up for it. I love you and I can't live a day without you." Pulling out the ring and taking your hand. "Please marry me... I will serve you and love you forever..."

You watch him put the ring on your finger.

"So...?" He looks at you with doe eyes

Letting go of the blanket covering your body, you launch yourself to him, making you guys fall on the floor. "I love you Kim Mingyu..." you say first before kissing him. "Forever is not a bad idea..." you kiss him again. "Of course I will accept."

"Sorry if I proposed to you after sex... at diner would've been fantastic"

"Don't say sorry... I do love your way..." you get up from embracing him. "It brings back to how we started."

He sits back up. "Right."

Then you stare at your ring. "Who could've guessed that... I will be marrying the guy I met and fucked at a friend's birthday?"

[vigil-antes]

Do you like have any good comics recommendations or anything to do with the bat fam, I don't have many DC friends so idk where to start

hiii omg ive been WAITING for this. you didnt give me any kind of parameters for what kind of fics you want so im going to list some of those i like most. its going to be a long one so buckle up:

My DC Fic Best Pics:

Short & Sweet (Oneshots/Less than 10k words)

Send to All: Crack, the bats have a sex pollen release form

glucose guardian: Funny, Tim being the caped community's accidental sugar daddy

A Brief Interview: Sweet, Damian & Tim Ageswap

curiosity and the cat: Cute, Timbern Catlad AU

Dead Meme: Crack, Jason centric, Jason keeps referencing dead memes

Have I Told You About Minnie?: Sweet, Bruce&Steph

Multi Media Marketing Mistakes: Crack, Social Media AU

an inappropriate explosion: Funny, Superman calls Batman to reel in his unruly son (Red Hood)

though your eyes will need some time to adjust: so sweet GAH, Bruce&Steph

Girl what were YOU doing at the devil's sacrament?: Funny, Timbern after the disaster with the chaos cult

Tim Drake: Bisexual Awakener Extraordinaire: Funny, YJ experiencing the mandated Robin-Induced sexuality crisis

Brotherhood: Tim&Damian, Damian Time travels right into Jason's attack on Titans Tower

Priceless: Crack, Nightwing&The Bats messing with Bane

User SuperRob: TImBerKon. Need I say more?

The Mystery of the Superboy Shirts: TimKon, Tim keeps stealing Kon's SB Shirts

Thicker Than Water: Funny, Batbros slice of life-ish

Big Bird, Commence Attack!: Crack, Jason's revenge plan involves dressing up as Big Bird

World’s Saddest Breakfast Club: Sweet, Batkids Bonding

red chrome: Funny, Tim's health is concerning enough to stop Jason from attacking him in Titans Tower

Hot Dog, French Fries: Tim&Damian, Damian gets dosed with truth serum

#SoftRobin: Funny. Damian-centric Social Media AU

Hurry Up Don't Take So Long: Sweet, DamiJon through the years

Paris vs Gotham: Crack, Social Media AU Ladybug crossover (no ships)

Can I tempt you?: TimKon, Light angst, Sweet

Bedtime Stories (15-50k Words)

Baby Birds and Bat Caves: SO funny, genuinely one of the best fics ive read, Tim-Centric, Meta(?)/Cryptid Tim, inspired by Welcome to Nightvale

Gotham Knockoff: Tim-Centric, Alley Kid Tim pretends to be the Drakes' kid to get closer to the Bats

In This or Any Other Universe: Nightwing ends up in the The Batman (2022) Universe

Dangerous and Noble Things: Kid Tim gets kidnapped by the League of Shadows. No one realizes until, four years later, the Bats notices something wrong

In this Town We Call Home: Kid Tim attracts Batman's attention to get adopted

With Violet Light: Jason finds a ring of power and becomes a Star Sapphire

Little Birds’ Wings: Jason&Other Batkids, Jason comes back from the League to a drastically different Gotham

the pact of our youth: Reverse Robins Au, TimBerKon after Tim dies (and comes back different)

Pretty Boys and Identity Problems: Sweet, TimKon, To get away from his crush on Robin, Superboy gets entangled with Gotham pretty boy Tim Drake

let's get mischievous: TimBern, during the chaos cult ritual, Bernard gets possessed by Dyonisus

It Wouldn't Be Make Believe (If You Believed In Me): DamiJon fake dating AU where they don't know each other and meet while Robin is investigating a case in Metropolis (they're uni aged btw)

I’m Pretty Sure Tim Steals Clothes: An Elaboration In The Form Of A Long Fic: Cute, TimKon, Tim keeps stealing Kon's SB shirts

Into the Deep Dark Night: Tim-centric, Tim&Jason, Tim dies as a kid and loses a bit of his humanity

Alcatraz, But On Hardmode: Sweet, Tim-Centric, A YJ mission goes wrong and Tim has to rely on Jason to get him and his team out.

His Head is Bloody, but Unbowed: Jason-centric AU where he never stole the batmobile tires, but ends up meeting the Bats anyways after he saves Robin

A Good Place: Very soft, Damian&Bruce, Damian time travels to Batman's first year of activity.

Fairy Godbrother: Sweet, The batboys time travel to each others' pasts and help their brothers when they were younger

best laid plans: Tim&Jason, Tim finds Jason after he crawls out of his grave, bt they get goth taken by the league

Mystery Man: Cute, BirdFlash, The bats aren't known to the JL, Different first meeting

One Eternal Round: Super original, Bruce&Robins, My Hero Academia crossover where Aizawa, Midoriya, Kirishima, Todoroki and Bakugo remember their past lives as Gotham vigilantes

A Meditation on Railroading: Tim-Centric, Tim's dad leaves him stranded away from Gotham with no way back. Jason finds him and brings him home

the ship of theseus: Jason-Centric, Percy Jackson crossover, Jason and Percy are secretly twins

Why They Shouldn't Have Social Media: Crack, Social media AU

Cracked Foundation:Soft, Jason&Damian, They get stuck under a collapsed building together

Monolith: Bruce&The Batfamily, The birds aren't known to the JL, The JL meeting each member of the Batfam for the first time

Loading and Aspect Ratio: SO GOOOOOOD, Batfamily, The bats use wing prothesis but everyone think they're metas

Three’s a Crowd (But I’m Here if You Are): Cute, Funny, TimBerKon

A Softer Gotham: Steph&Bruce, Steph-Centric, Steph time travels to a time before Batman, becoming Gotham's first vigilante

greatest of ease: Dick-Centric, POV Outsider, Dick Grayson as seen in the eyes of the people surrounding him

Yesterday's Voices: Bruce&Batkids, Bruce's memory of the past five years gets erased leaving behind a softer man, one who doesn't remember Jason's death

show me yesterday, for i can’t find today: Jason-Centric, Jason&The Batfam, Robin!Jason and Red Hood switch places

Eat Your Heart Out, Social Life (50k+ words)

Vultures, Squirrels, and Other Flying Menaces: So good, AU where instead of becoming Robin, Tim hires Deathstroke to kill Joker, leading to the assassin adopting him and the other Batkids.

I’m alone here, I think: TimKon, Witch Tim, Tim is erased from everyone's memories and leaves Gotham. Kon finds him anyways.

You, Me, and the Humanity in Between: Soft and sweet, Bruce&His kids, Non-Human Batkids

cards on the table: Tim-Centric, Tim&Batfam, Tim's parents fake their death and leave Tim behind. He uses his stalking skills to become a fortuneteller scammer. Against his will, he ends up befriending the Waynes

Roasted: Funny, Cute, Dick-Centric, Talon AU, Dick&Batfam, Recovered Talon Dick opens a coffee shop that ends up becoming Rogue-Vigilante neutral grounds

Code Bat: Batfam, The bats aren't known, they have an emergency code to only be used in emergency case when revealing affiliation is inevitable (idk how to explain but its good trust me)

Minimum Height Requirement: SOFT, Bruce&His kids, Batfam, Batman doesn't let his kids become vigilantes before they turn eighteen

Running Headlong into My Arms: Soft, No Capes AU, even without Batman, Bruce finds his family

Liminal Space: Tim-Centric, Tim&Bruce, Tim&Batfam, Tim ends up in a softer and kinder version of his world

Robins and Other Flightless Birds: Bruce-Centric, Bruce&His kids, A Batman without kids is visited by another version of himself. He finds tha he, too, wants kids.

Laughter Lines: JayRoy, Soft, Jason helps raise Lian, before and after his death

Stars of the Forgotten: Bruce-Centric, Meta!Batkids, Bruce&His kids, on the search for a missing Barbara Gordon, Batman stumbles upon five metahuman kids in need of a home

Latchkey: Sweet, Tim-Centric, Robin!Jason, BatWatch!Tim, The Waynes get concerned with their lonely neighbor, Tim Drake

Ain't No Compass, Ain't No Map: Funny, Tim&Jason, Borderline abandoned Tim Drake gets taken in by Crime Lord Red Hood. CPS tries investigating, with little results

And that's it for today. If you're still here, thank you so much and seriously, some of these are so good, so read them, trust me!

Sorry i took so long to get back to you, i had to organize the mess in my AO3 bookmarks and compiling this took me ages.

Let me know what you all think, and if you ever want more!!!! (Yes i have more. It's a problem)

[airybcby]

Daylight

( bllk boys as dads )

a / n — please i love these men a little too much. PREPARE TO BE SICK OF ME

content — aged up! characters, bllk characters x reader, fluff, children mentioned(obviously), character and reader are married, had randomized names given to me for the kids, went crazy with bachira- he's just so girl dad coded, let's act like the WC didnt FUCK kunigami up, idk what happened with the format on kunigamis sorry, isagi yoichi x reader, bachira meguru x reader , rensuke kunigami x reader

synopsis — just a few of the blue lock boys as dads :,)

✿.｡. “ and i can still see it all in my mind , ” .｡.✿

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ISAGI YOICHI

— have yall seen this mans dad? literally so supportive

— is at every single sporting event no matter what!

— has embarrassed both you and your son on many occasions

— doesn't understand this is a LITTLE LEAGUE soccer game

you didn't understand why children's soccer games had to be played in the middle of summer at the hottest time imaginable. while you were silently suffering from the heat, your husband was far too into the game going on. "Come on, Kazuki! Get in there!" Isagi's voice boomed across the field, startling some of the other parents. Your cheeks flushed with a mix of pride and embarrassment as you gave him a gentle nudge. "Yoichi, they're just kids," you whispered, trying to temper his competitive spirit. "Let them have fun." every game day was like this. isagi would get so intense over kazuki, who was spectacular for his age, that he would forget where he was for a bit. there were literally other kids sitting down and picking flowers, it was never as serious as your pro soccer player husband believed. Kazuki, his eyes shining with determination, managed to dribble past an opponent and take a shot at the goal. The ball soared through the air and... missed. Isagi groaned loudly, drawing curious and amused glances from the other parents. "Come on, Kazuki! You can do better than that!" Isagi yelled, his fists clenched. You placed a hand on his arm, giving him a warning look. "Yoichi, relax. He's trying his best." with that, the game was over. kazuki's team had still won 3-2, but you could tell that your son was disappointed in himself over the last shot. Kazuki ran over to you both, his face flushed with something that looked like embarrassment and shame. "You did great, Kazuki!" you said, kneeling down to hug him. "We're so proud of you." Isagi crouched beside you, ruffling Kazuki's hair. "You were awesome out there, buddy. I just got a little carried away. Sorry if I embarrassed you." maybe isagi got a little too into the games, but he always apologized after, it had become somewhat of a ritual at this point. " it's fine! did you see my super cool dribbling? uncle bachira taught me!!" yeah, your husband's enthusiasm got the better of him sometimes, but if there was one thing you knew for certain: kazuki couldn't be prouder of his dad and isagi couldn't be prouder of kazuki.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ BACHIRA MEGURU

— girl dad, girl dad, GIRL FREAKING DAD

— constantly doing your daughters hair

— you come home from work to find the both of them with butterfly clips in their hair at least 3 days out of the week

You pushed open the front door, feeling the weight of the day’s stress clinging to your shoulders. It had been one of those days at work where everything seemed to go wrong, and all you wanted was to collapse on the couch and forget about it all. As you stepped into the living room, you were greeted by a heartwarming sight that instantly began to melt away the tension that you'd felt in your shoulders. There, sprawled out on the floor, were Bachira and your daughter, Sora, both fast asleep. The room was a delightful mess of colored markers, sketchbooks, and an array of hair accessories scattered around them. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of Bachira with his hair adorned in a myriad of butterfly clips and sparkly barrettes, clearly the result of a spirited father-daughter play session. Sora’s hair was similarly decorated, her small hand still clutching a purple clip. Carefully, you tiptoed closer, trying not to disturb their peaceful slumber. As you knelt beside them, you noticed the soft rise and fall of their chests, their expressions serene and content. You reached out to gently remove a clip from Bachira’s hair. making precautions so it wouldn't get tangled in, but as you did, his eyes fluttered open. He blinked up at you, a sleepy but mischievous smile spreading across his face. “Hey there,” he whispered, his face adorning his usual childish grin. “Rough day?” You nodded, feeling a lump form in your throat. “Yeah, but seeing you two like this makes it so much better.” Bachira sat up slowly, careful not to wake Sora. He pulled you into a gentle hug, his warmth and the familiar scent of him providing a comforting balm to your frazzled nerves. “We had a lot of fun,” he murmured into your hair. “Sora wanted to have a ‘beauty salon’ day. I think I’m her favorite customer.” Sora stirred beside you, her eyes slowly opening. She blinked sleepily at you both, then broke into a wide smile. “Mommy, you’re home! Look at Daddy’s hair! I made him so pretty!” You leaned down to kiss her forehead. “You did an amazing job, sweetheart. I love it.” Sora giggled, sitting up and wrapping her small arms around your neck. “Can we do your hair next, Mommy?” You laughed, feeling the last of the day’s stress melt away completely. “Absolutely. But first, how about we clean up a little and get some dinner?” In that moment, surrounded by the people you loved most, you knew that no matter how stressful the days could be, you would always have this beautiful, chaotic sanctuary to come home to.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ RENSUKE KUNIGAMI

— has always wanted to be a hero

— having his son made that dream become a reality

— will be playing in his pro games and points to the family section you and your son are sitting in

— plays his heart out for you two

The stadium was buzzing with excitement as fans filled the stands, the atmosphere electric with anticipation. You held your son's hand tightly as you made your way to the family section, both of you decked out in Kunigami's team colors. Your son, Haru, was practically bouncing with excitement, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of the massive stadium.

"Mom, look! There’s Dad!" Haru pointed eagerly towards the field, where Kunigami was warming up with his teammates. His hero, his dad, looked every bit the powerful and determined athlete he admired so much.

You smiled, giving Haru's hand a gentle squeeze. "Yes, there he is. Are you excited to watch him play?" Haru nodded vigorously, his face lit up with joy. "He's gonna score a goal today, I just know it!"

As the game began, you settled into your seats, Haru practically on the edge of his. The first half was intense, with both teams displaying incredible skill and determination. Kunigami was in top form, his presence on the field commanding and inspiring.

Then, in the second half, the moment you and Haru had been waiting for arrived. Kunigami received the ball, skillfully maneuvering past the defenders with a combination of strength and finesse. The crowd’s roar grew louder with each step he took towards the goal.

"Go, Dad! You can do it!" Haru shouted, his voice full of unbridled enthusiasm. Kunigami glanced towards the family section for just a moment, his eyes locking onto yours and Haru’s. You could see the fire and determination in his gaze, the unspoken promise he made to his son to always be his hero.

With a powerful kick, Kunigami sent the ball soaring past the goalkeeper and into the net. The stadium erupted in cheers, the sound nearly deafening. Kunigami's teammates rushed to him, celebrating the goal, but his eyes were fixed on you and Haru.

He pointed directly at you both, his expression a mixture of pride and love. You could almost hear the words in your mind: “This is for you. Your hero is here.”

Haru was beside himself with excitement, jumping up and down, waving his arms wildly. "Mom, did you see that? Dad scored! He did it!" You pulled Haru into a tight hug, tears of joy welling up in your eyes. "Yes, sweetheart, he did. Your dad is amazing."

As the game continued, Kunigami played with renewed vigor, his goal having given his team the boost they needed. When the final whistle blew, signaling their victory, the crowd’s cheers echoed around the stadium.

After the game, you and Haru were escorted down to the field to meet Kunigami. Haru ran ahead, throwing himself into his father’s arms.

"Dad, you were awesome! Just like a superhero!" Kunigami laughed, lifting Haru high into the air before bringing him back down for a tight hug. "Thanks, buddy. I told you I'd score a goal for you."

✿.｡. “ all of you, all of me, intertwined ” .｡.✿

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

i may write more parts for this, i really liked it!

[deepwoundsandfadedscars]

Sat down to have a chat with my cousin before he flies home tomorrow to his wife, just cause I was anxious that she would try to twist it against me if she talked to him first, I explained my side of what the interaction was and the blatant lies she claimed, and he's not at all surprised and in fact is already planning on getting a paralegal when he gets home to start getting her the fuck out of his life

Me last night: hmm maybe I want another tattoo, I'm going to start talking to this artist *sends message*

My cousins wife: *sends an incredibly hostile message about how I've been ignoring her and she's gone above and beyond for me trying to be supportive of me, when in reality she hasn't texted me first since November and when I text her, she's very short with me and makes no effort to continue a conversation with me*

"Yeah hi, artist? Make that three tattoos"

[ashblooddragons]

Better Me For You

This request was made by an Anon

Summary: When Daemon decided to stay in Pentos he never expected to find live again. He only wanted to make his girls happy. But in the end he figures put how to do both.

Word Count: 5873

Warnings: Daemon being Daemon, pretty much pure fluff, slight angst but only at the beginning, memories of past loved ones, tell me if I missed anything

Driftmark 

Daemons pov

I lay in bed staring up at the ceiling thinking of all my mistakes. I mean Seven hells I fucked Rhaenyra on the beach the night of Laena’s funeral. And it was disappointing to say the least. 

It wasn't anything like I built it up in my head. It was the exact opposite. Seems having three sons by that giant of a man stretched her more than I thought it would. 

I stretch my arms out before resting them behind my head. The sound of waves crashing the shore reminds me where Laena is. That she's gone and all I could think about the night of her funeral was where I could put my cock the quickest. 

I truly am a monster of a man. I think with a long sigh. 

But just as I decide to turn on my side to let sleep take me does a quiet knock come to my door. 

“Kepa, can we stay with you?” I hear the tearful voice of Baela ask. 

I climb out of bed and walk towards the door. I hear their sniffles, more than likely a mix of their Mother’s death and the events of tonight. And when I open my door I'm greeted by my two little girls, my whole damn world and they have tear stained cheeks and red rimmed eyes as they cling to each other for dear life. 

“Come here.” I say holding my arms open for them. And without a thought they run towards me jumping into my arms. 

I start walking towards my bed kicking the door shut before dropping them on the bed and a little giggle falls from both their lips. But that only lasts all but a second before their solem looks return. 

I climb into bed, them both curling up beside me as if trying to have some semblance of their life before Laena’s death. 

“We want to say sorry to Prince Aemond. But I don't think he'll accept it.” Rhaena says before wiping her runny nose. 

“He probably won't, but it will help him in the long run.” I say knowing my girls didn't truly take part in maiming the boy. But they did start the argument and they feel awful that their grief disabled someone even if it was someone they don't know. 

“I just wanted a chance to claim Vhagar.” Rhaena sobs and I feel her hot tears against my chest. 

I stroke her locks and kiss her brow in hopes of calming the storm that has overtaken her little heart.

Always so sensitive to others emotions, so much like your Mother. I think with a sad smile knowing that it is a blessing and a curse for her. 

“I didn't expect Jace to pull the knife. I wanted to stop him, Kepa, I swear, but I was so scared he would turn it on me or Rhaena.” Baela says her own tears rolling down her cherub cheeks. 

Always the protector, so much like me. I think as I whisper how it wasn't their fault. That they didnt do anything wrong. But I know they won't care for my words. The guilt is too large and the grief too crushing. 

“I want to go home.” I hear Baela say next and I can't help but frown. 

“We are home, Westeros is our home.” I say a bit too sternly if their tensed shoulders are any indicator. 

“Westeros is your home. We don't know this place, we don't know these people.” Rhaena says and I can't help but agree. 

They have never met these people who mourn their Mother, never met these children that try and play with them and be friends. They have no ties here. 

And neither do I, not anymore. I think as my choice of my girls future starts to solidify. 

“Let me think on it, many people wish for us to stay. I don't wish to anger them, but I also don't want to tear your worlds apart more than the gods already have.” 

I feel them nod their heads and within a couple minutes I hear their soft snores fill the room. 

Unsurprisingly the next morning my brother wants to talk. 

“Have you thought about my proposal?” 

I don't respond, only look him up and down taking in his hobbled and run down state. 

There is truly nothing they can do, they can only make him comfortable. I think before clearing my throat. 

“I have, and I'm afraid I must decline. Though I miss home, I can't destroy my girl's lives more than the gods have.” 

He stops almost seeming caught off guard before a smile takes over his face. 

“I understand, please do come visit though. Perhaps even let Rhaena find another dragon egg or attempt to claim a beast.” 

All I do is nod before turning to look at my girls who to anyone else would seem to be talking to the young Prince Aemond. But I know what they are doing, they are apologizing with every fiber of their being in hopes of at least attempting to right their wrongs. 

“Mayhaps a betrothal is in our future. One of your girls with one of my sons?” Viserys suggested playfully nudging me with his elbow. 

“The only way I would agree is if one of my girls would be Queen.” I say turning to him and I see the way his eyes shine with understanding.

“The Prince Jace isn't yet betrothed.” He says but I scoff, turning on my heels to watch the waves my late wife used to call home one last time. 

I look down at the sea thinking of all the stories Laena told me of her childhood.

"When I was a little girl I loved collecting seashells by the shore. The waves lapping at my feet, the smell of salt filling my lungs, the sound of clanking from my little wicker basket from all the shells I had collected so far. It was my perfect day, I once asked my Father to let me do that for my Nameday. He let me, for a little bit before the feasts took place.” She says her fingers intertwined with mine as her head lays on my chest, wild curls even more rustled from a vigorous lay. 

“I was hoping to speak with you Uncle.” I hear Rhaenyra say from behind me. Her voice is set in that sultry whisper and hum that she used last night. I can't help the smirk of amusement that rises to my lips. 

It hardly worked last night, it most definitely won't work this morning. I think before schooling my face into cold indifference when she comes to stand next to me. 

She stares at me waiting for me to speak, but I won't. I have nothing to say to her, not anymore. 

“Laenor will be useless now that his sister is gone. Though he was before that as well.” She starts searching for any reaction but I know she will find none. “I need a husband who will defend me against the Greens. One that will be as fearsome as I.” 

I can't help but chuckle and from the smile she gives me I know she thinks I'm laughing at Laenor and not at the thought of her ever being fearsome. 

“And what does this have to do with me?” I ask but I already know, Rhaenyra never was good at being discreet whether with her actions or words. 

“Let us wed in the tradition of our house. Like Aegon the conqueror and his sister-wives.” 

I try to see if there is any jest in her tone but from her stern face I know she is being serious. And I can't help but laugh. 

“What? What is so funny?” She demands in that tone she always had had she doesn't get her way. 

Gods, she has three sons and yet still acts like a spoiled three year old. No wonder they thought an insult was reason enough to take another eye.  I think as I wipe a few stray tears. 

“No.” Is all I say and by her bewildered face I can tell she will want more. 

“What do you mean no?” 

I snicker before facing her fully with an amused grin. 

“No, I will not marry you. Because I do not want to. We fucked, Rhaenyra, nothing more nothing less. And if I'm honest, if you didn't throw yourself at me I probably would've just gone to a brothel.” 

I watch as her face turns red in fury. The way her hands clenched into fists until her knuckles are white. But I don't stop smirking at her in the most condescending way I can. 

“I thought you wanted me.” She hisses out tears rimming her eyes but not from heartache, pain, betrayal, or even sadness. These tears are pure rage. 

“I did, key word being did.” I say before saying the words that will bring the nail in the coffin. “I'm going back to Pentos. Don't come and visit, my girls are already afraid of your boys. I don't need your hellions invading the only place they've ever felt safe.” 

And with that I walk over to my girls who wait for me in their riding leathers. 

“Will Caraxes be able to fit all of us?” Rhaena asks concerned but not because she fears being cramped, but because she worries we will all be too heavy for the beast. 

“Yes, just because he isn't as large as Vhagar doesn't mean he can't handle me and two little rug rats for girls.” I say pretending to growl which makes them laugh.

And I can't help the heart ache at hearing it. They haven't let themselves laugh, truly laugh since their Mother passed. So hearing it now, it means all the world. 

“Alright, say goodbye to your grandparents. And don't worry they will visit soon, in a moon's turn I believe.” I say eyeing Lord Corlys and my raven haired cousin Rhaenys. 

“Yes, and I plan on bringing Meleys, perhaps you can fly with me and your Father. Perhaps a race?” 

I watch as their eyes sparkle with pure joy, and a soft, kind, even genuine smile rises to my lips. 

Pentos 

Your pov

I walk through the market eyeing the produce for dinner tonight. I may be a Lord's daughter but my Mother was low born. She had to cook for herself and she instilled this craft in me from a young age. 

“We may have wealth now, but it could all crumble away. And I will not have my little girl be helpless in a world where men thrive off of suffering.” She always says. 

I remember the first thing I cooked, or I should say baked. A blueberry pie, I was three Namedays old and all I wanted was a blueberry pie. So my Mother got the ingredients and had me and my Father in the kitchen with her as we baked them. My Father always messed his up, one was burned to the point there was no jam or sauce, and another was so raw the blueberries were still cold. Though he swears he had them in for the same amount of time. 

But Mother stood next to me, helping me mix the crust, her hands over mine as she helped push into the dough. She then helped me make the filling. Then we poured the blueberries into a warm post with a bit of lemon juice and water. And once everything was done and baked she pulled it and it was perfect. 

I remember thinking it was the best Nameday ever. And ever since we have always baked desserts as a family for my Nameday. And today will be no different, especially since I am now a woman grown. A woman of ten and eight ready to find a husband, is what I know my Father would say. 

“May I have a dozen red apples?” I ask the merchant who quickly nods before choosing the best options. 

I turn around looking at the other stalls deciding which to go to next. 

“I need cinnamon, maple syrup, and lemons.” I whisper to myself when excited chatter catches my attention. 

“Come on Rhaena, the sweets are this way!” I see a little girl with wild curls, soft brown skin, and violet eyes say to another girl who has many long and thin braids through her hair, the same skin tone, and instead of violet eyes she has a soft periwinkle almost pink. 

“I'm coming Baela! I just want to make sure Kepa can see us.” The other girl I assume is named Rhaena says as she picks up the skirt of her baby pink dress as she runs after her sister. 

I can't help but smile at their antics. I always wished for a younger sister but alas I am an only child. My parents didn't go into it much but from what I understand my Mother almost died birthing me, it was such a tragic birth the Maesters said she could never have more children. Now she drinks Moontea once a week. 

“Here you are, My Lady.” The merchant says holding out my crocheted bag now filled with apples. 

“Thank you, sir.” I say as I pay him before putting the bag into my large wicker basket. 

I then turn to watch the two girls buy their sweets, but instead of a smile coming to my face a look of horror does. I watch as a group of men eye the girls before looking back and forth to make sure no one is watching them. I start to move closer to the girls before I practically go into a sprint when I watch one start to move towards them. 

By some miracle I get to the girls before he does and I touch their shoulders saying. “There you two are, how are my favorite girls. Let's go find your Father, hmm?” 

The girls look up at me confused so I bend down to whisper in their ears. 

“There is a group of men behind me, they are from slavers bay. I swear I will jot leave your side until we find your parents.” 

They both look at each other wide eyed before looking behind me and I watch as fear takes over their faces when they see the group of men. 

“Alright, I was hoping to see Father anyways.” The one called Baela says as she holds my hand and makes sure Rhaena takes my other one. 

We quickly turn and start walking away from the men. I whisper to the girls not to look behind them. And thank the gods they listen. 

“What does your Father look like, or perhaps your Mother.” I say looking around for anyone who looks like them. 

“Muna's dead, the baby killed her.” Rhaena says with a sad look and I can't help the guilt that rises in me at opening an already painful wound.

“I'm terribly sorry.” I say as I run my hands down their heads as I look around for any man who seems to be searching for his children. 

“Kepa has light skin, it's not like ours or yours. It's almost like milk. His hair is silver, and his eyes are the color of lilacs.” Baela says as she searches for their Father as well. 

I nod my head remembering my Valyrian studies from when my Father was making trades with Volantis. He wanted at least one person in the house to sort of understand the language. 

“Then I suggest we look for a man who is pretty much the embodiment of the color white.” I say which makes them giggle. 

But just as quickly as I say my jest does a man call out for the girls names. 

“Baela! Rhaena!” I hear, someone can tell the man is in pure panic if only from his voice alone. 

Kepa!” The girls call out and within seconds a man matching their description pushes through two merchants and stares down at the girls. 

“I thought I told you to stay where I could see you.” He chastises as he kneels down and holds them close in a bone crushing hug. 

“We're sorry.” Rhaena says in a tearful voice. 

I can already tell she is a girl who feels her emotions and isn't ashamed of it. 

A good trait to have. I think with a smile. 

“This nice lady saved us. Bad men tried to steal us.” Baela says looking up at me. 

“Bad men? What?” The man asks as he stands up and eyes me. 

“Five men from slavers bay, I barely got to the girls in time.” I say as I eye the man. 

They never said he would be so attractive. I think fighting a blush that demands to rise to my cheeks. 

He has long white hair that reaches just past his shoulders. His eyes are the shade of lilacs so much so I swear the scent fills the market square. But what stands out is his strong build. His arms are strong yet lean, his chest clearly has been sculpted by the finest artists for I just know once he takes off his clothes it will be like looking at a god made flesh. 

But I quickly snap myself out of it when I see him smirk and hold his hand out in greeting. 

“Thank you, my lady, not many would look put for two rugrats like these two.” He says and I can't help but smile when the girls make noises of offense. 

“It is no problem. I know I would want someone to do it for me.” I say taking his hand in mine and I can't help but gasp at the Shockwave that goes through me. And from the way his eyes widened he felt it too. 

“Well I wish I could repay you, so name your price.” He says looking around the booths. 

I think for a moment before looking at the little girls who stare up at me as if I hold the moon and the stars in the palm of my hands. And I quickly know what I want in return for helping the girls. 

“Though I don't need anything for saving these sweet girls. I will ask that you join me tonight. Today is my nameday, I turn eight and ten. There will be a small feast and I would be overjoyed for you three to join.” I say and I already can tell they will be coming from how the girls gasp and turn around to beg their Father to say yes. 

“Alright, alright, calm yourselves.” He says to the girls who grin up at him with victorious gleams in their eyes. “We would love to.” He says with a smile. 

“Good, I'll give you the address, but I will need your names for the guest list.” I say eyeing the man hoping he doesn't have some horrible name like Earl. 

“Daemon, Daemon Targaryen.” He says and I freeze when I heat his name. 

Well at least it's a good name, but it's owned by a very feared man. I think before nodding. 

“Which makes you two, Baela Targaryen and Rhaena Targaryen.”  I smile when they both quickly nod their heads with such enthusiasm I swear they may snap. 

“Well I will see you tonight then.” I say turning and leaving to try and remember what exactly I came to the market for. 

I stand in front of my mirror. I don't think I've ever spent more time choosing a dress. In the end I chose a darling blue dress that has some silver embroidery. 

“I've never seen you so meticulous about a dress before.” I hear my Mother say from behind me. 

I turn to see her in all her stunning glory. Deep tan skin that is more like honey in color than my Father's olive tone. Her hair is loose dark brown curls that cascade down her back. And her eyes are that of emerald green.

When people hear my mother was a low born comman girl they are always shocked. Because for some reason the only beauties of the world can be of noble blood. 

“I invited someone, someone important. And I want to make a good impression.” I say as I look down at the two necklaces I'm stuck on. 

One is a pearl choker with a deep amethyst in the middle. And the other is a gold necklace with sapphires engraved into it. Both are lovely, but neither will impress a Prince. 

“I say the choker, it compliments your eyes best.” My Mother says as she reaches for it and gestures for me to lift my hair for her. “Who did you invite that could be so important?” She asks as she gently clips the necklace before stepping back to see her handy work. 

“Daemon, his name is Daemon Targaryen.” I say and I hear the gasp that leaves her lips. 

“And you only thought of telling me this now? Gods, I still have flour on me.” She scolds as she starts wiping at her face furiously. 

I can't help but smile at her antics. 

“You look perfect, Mother. Stop worrying.” 

She sighs at my words and holds my hands in hers with a smile etched into her face. 

“Well then we best get down there, don't want to leave a Prince waiting.” 

I can't help but laugh at her obvious jab. 

Maybe I should've said something sooner. I shouldn't have let my nerves get the best of me. I think as we walk down our winding staircase. 

I hear the chatter of men and the clank of wine glasses hitting another. I can already tell most of Father's friends have come. 

“Remember to smile, I know some are obnoxious but we need to make a good face.” Mother says before taking my hand and entering the ballroom. 

I force a smile on my lips as we pass some of the more…unsavory men in my Father's group. I see the way they look at me, with intent, with hunger, with desire. And that isn't what bothers me, I've had these looks thrown my way for years. It's the fact they don't even try to hide it as their wives have their arms wrapped around theirs. As their children beg for their attention. 

The ways of men truly are disgusting. I think as I hold my head high and make sure they don't see even a fraction of a reaction cross my features. 

“Ah, there are my darling girls!” Father says and I can't help but giggle at his unadulterated joy. 

He has never, not once, held back from showing the world how much he adores me and my Mother. He oftentimes will even brag to other men how we are his whole world. To say seeing the love he has for my Mother has made me have high standards in the eyes of nobility would be an understatement. But my Father has sworn to me I will not be wed off until I find a man who makes me feel safe, makes me feel adored, makes me feel loved !and who I love in return. 

“Here we are.” My Mother says in that soft lilting voice that she only ever has for my Father. I already know she is looking at him as if he is the very sun that warms her skin. 

My Father goes to speak when our announcer calls out. 

“Prince Daemon Targaryen, of house Targaryen, and his daughters Lady Baela Targaryen and Rhaena Targaryen.” 

Everyone freezes as we watch these gods made flesh walk into the room. And I don't blame them. 

Baela is wearing a deep rich navy blue dress that is covered in pearls, diamonds and gold embroidery. Even her hair has gems braided into her darling little bun. And Rhaena out did herself as well, wearing a magenta dress with gold embroidery of dragons and waves, and the sleeves and bodice of the dress are covered in pearls and diamonds. And her hair is still in those small braids all along her head, but now they have little gold clamps in place with rubies in the middle of each clip. 

But it is the Prince that holds my attention. In his black jerkin that seems to have scaled sewn into the shoulders and chest. And he wears a deep crimson linen undershirt that also holds golden dragon embroidery. And at his hip lays the famous blade called Dark Sister. 

I feel my heart skip a beat as I watch him look around the room in search of someone. No, not someone, he's in search of me. 

“M-My Prince, what brings you here?” My Father asks and before the Prince can answer my Mother gets on her tiptoes and whispers in my Father's ear what I had forgotten to inform them about. “I see.” He says, eyeing me in a playful glare before facing the Prince who has made his way towards us. 

“It seems in my daughter's excitement for her Nameday she forgot to inform us of your comings, My Prince.” 

I feel my heart beat rapidly, it almost feels like it's going burst from my chest. But I force myself to calm before anything truly happens. And to my relief the Prince chuckles. 

“No worries, My Lord. It was a last minute invitation.” He says, eyeing his daughters who excitedly whisper to the other as they look up at me. 

“Ah, well then I'm not too upset with her then.” Father says, giving me a playful wink as he nudges me with his elbow. 

I go to respond when I almost fall over by the two girls running towards me huddling my skirts. 

“Will you play with us?” They ask at the same time. 

I watch as their Father tries to reel them telling them I have many things to do, but instead of letting him ruin theirs or my own fun I look down and ruffle their hair. 

“Tag!” I say tapping Rhaena's nose before turning around and running off. I hear them yell how it isn't fair before I hear Baela groan and I already know Rhaena turned and tagged her. 

And for most of the night I spent laughing with these two little girls who followed me around as if I held the whole world in my palms. I don't know why they gravitated towards me so, but what I do know is I won't tell them not to. Not after they told their Mother had passed. 

But what I didn't see was the way their Father looked at me. Like I was a blessing from the gods sent to save him. If I saw that then I wouldn't have been as shocked when he started courting me a week later. 

It's been five moons since I met the Prince, and since then there is hardly a day we don't see each other. Whether it is a simple walk through the gardens or a dinner with the girls. I see him each and every day. 

And now isn't any different, I feel the cool breeze of the spring wind against my skin as we walk through his estates gardens. The scent of oak trees and roses fills my lungs. 

“So tell me, how did your parents meet?” He asks me and I hide my smirk when I catch him eyeing my cleavage. 

“She was the daughter of a sailor, she is from here, just like my Father. But they didn't meet until she was five and ten and he was seven and ten. His Father wished to use my Grandfather's ship for a trade deal. And well let's just say the rest just fell into place. That is at least the story they tell me.” I say with a smile. 

He hums nodding along with his own smirk. “They are a perfect pair. I don't think I've ever seen two people so devoted to the other since my Mother passed.” He says matter of factly, but I see the pained look in his eyes. The way they almost seem far off, like he is looking at something he desires most in the world but it's out of reach. 

“They are, many people think they are newly weds when they first meet them. But they are far from it, married twenty two years.” 

He looks at me and I can see something brewing in his mind. Though I don't say anything, if he wants to ask or tell me something he may in his own time. 

“Rhaena's dragon has yet to hatch.” He says abruptly. 

I look over at him in confusion, I never understood why it mattered to him so much. She is still young and can claim a dragon like he did but for some reason he needs this egg to hatch. 

“I am aware, she is quite saddened by it.” I answer in a tone that shows my confusion. 

He sighs, nodding his head. “I know, and it kills me every day that it doesn't hatch. It has yet to turn to stone but it just won't hatch?” He says in a confused tone his features morph into one's of pure frustration. 

I freeze looking at him fighting my anger. 

“I have noticed something, you spend quite a bit of time with Baela compared to Rhaena. I tried day and night to figure out why. But one day it hit me, you had brought me to watch her train with Moondancer.” I say in a calm tone that I know is more menacing than kind. 

“What are you on about?”

“That you avoid your daughter because she has no dragon. Something she has no control over. And if I am to continue to be courted by you, and possibly marry you. Then I need you to be better for those girls.” 

I watch as he freezes in shock, perhaps because no one has truly told him of his failings. Or perhaps it is because he hadn't realized that I had put thought into marriage with him. Either way he is wide eyed now and is opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. 

“The hour is late, My Prince, I will leave you to think about what we discussed.” I say before turning around and walking away towards my family's wheelhouse.

I didn't think he would truly put thought to them, that he would take action to be better. But the next day I was invited back to his estate, much to my shock. But instead of being greeted by him I stand alone in front of the dragonpit. 

I turn to look at the guard that guided me here. 

Surely he wouldn't jest? I think as I eye the stern-faced man. But just as quickly as the thought comes, does a loud screech reaches my ears. 

I instantly look up to find the Prince's dragon Caraxes flying towards me. He doesn't slow down which makes me wonder if he sees me until he dives to the left and lands with a loud slam that shakes the very earth. 

“That was amazing!” I hear and look up and see Rhaena grinning from ear to ear. 

She wastes no time climbing down and running towards me. 

“Did you see me? I got to use some commands!” She says hugging me around my middle. 

“I did, but I didn't realize that was you.” I say with a grin of my own. 

“She's a natural.” We hear and both look towards the Prince who smiles back at us. 

Rhaena giggles at the compliment before a frown comes to her face when her Father tells her to go inside. 

“Will you stay for dinner? We're having lamb roast.” She says with such pleading eyes that even if I wanted to say no I couldn't. 

“Of course I will, but I believe you should ask your Father that question.” I suggest but she only gives me a mischievous grin. 

“He does what he's told.” She says before skipping towards her guard who helps her into a wheelhouse. 

I look back at the Prince who has his head thrown back laughing. 

“She isn't usually so sassy, I guess flying boosted her confidence.” He says with a chuckle as he walks towards me. 

The smell of suffering and charred meat fills my nose. It is a smell I originally disliked, but now find comfort in. 

“Seems so.” I agree, waiting to see what he says next. 

He stops for a moment, as if thinking over his next words. And I allow him to do so. No point in pressuring him to speak when he isn't ready. 

Finally after what seems like an eternity he finally speaks. 

“You were right, I do neglect Rhaena. I don't mean to, but I think a part of me doesn't know how to. They are so young and pure, and I'm a villain. With Baela I have the chance to at least talk about dragons with her. But Rhaena…it's just different.” He says and I can see this took a lot of courage to admit. 

“You are not a villain, My Prince–” I say but he cuts me off. 

“Daemon, call me Daemon. No need for titles.” 

I freeze when he says this, for there is truly nothing reason to use his true name. Especially without the titles. 

I decide to nod and clear my throat trying to recoup myself. 

“You are not a villain, Daemon.” I say feeling the way his name leaves my lips. It feels like it always was supposed to be this way. 

“And how do you know that?” He retorts in an almost enraged tone. 

“Because name one villain who would try to be a better person just to see their daughter smile? Name one villain who would go to a girl's nameday party after only just meeting her. Name a villain who has chosen their children over their own lusts and desires?” With each sentence I step towards him until our chests are only a breath apart. 

“You don't know all the things I have done.” He breathes out as if truly saying it will make me demand to know. 

“I'm sure I don't, but I would love to. And even then, I will tell you that you are not a villain.” I whisper back as I look into his deep lilac eyes. 

And within seconds his hands reach to hold my face in his soft yet firm grip as he devours my lips. 

I can't help but whimper when his tongue slips into my mouth. The taste of bitter wine fills my pallet. 

“Marry me.” He whispers between kisses. “I swear I'll be a better man, a better Father to the girls, a better me for you.” 

I am stunned by his words. I want to respond, need to. But the words escape me. So instead I kiss him as fiercely as I can, pouring all my hopes, dreams, wants, and desires into it. 

“Yes.” Is all I whisper before kissing him again. 

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I wrote half of this at 2am bc I wanted to write but i didnt know what to write so im going to my favorite thing and going for baby daddy scott 🥹 "i luv men" — @lovethestarrs #🌹🩷🍒

sooo inspired by my bby bunny 💕🥹

others: reader and scott are in their early 20s. dont like? dont interact! / if you are above or are 18 and read, its fine! you dont have to interact in any other way. not proof-read.. um beware of SMUT 😥😥😥 #freakydeaky Ok. lets start.

"no!" scott's little boy refused to eat a piece of broccoli. "why not? your sisters eating it." scott replied, trying to shove the veggie into his sons mouth. scott was #blessed with twins. he for some reason thought it was karma for fighting with his twin all the time. "if he doesnt wanna eat it then dont make him, hes just gonna throw a tantrum." you tell your ex-boyfriend while drying a bottle.

scott and you were on and off all the damn time. it felt everyone confused. its been like this since you were 7 months pregnant. "why do you keep taking him back?! hes a piece of shit!" your bestfriend constantly complained. "I dunno.. hes hot?" you shrug. "girl you are so stupid." your bestfriend rolled her eyes while she bounced your son on her knee.

"hes gotta be healthy, babe." no matter if you're together or not, he still calls you by those sort of petnames. "our little boy is gonna make us rich some day." he jokes, still fighting with the 5 year old for him to eat the green bush. "isnt that right, baby?" scott sticks his tongue out. "no daddy." the little boy, junior shook his head. yes your sons name is scott, just like his dad, and you still cant believe it. thats what happens when you end uo having twins that are boy and girl, and you let the dad name your son while you named the girl.

"right," scott rolls his eyes and looks over to his other baby, cassandra. "you? you wanna make mommy and daddy filthy rich?" he asks. cassy laughs and pokes her fathers cheek. "yes daddy! soo rich." she claps. "can we have a doggy when that happens?" she asks. "yes, anything you want as long as you buy us a big house and dont put us into an old folks home." you tell cassy and grab her. "whats that?" she asks about the home. "nothing, cutie. go play with the new dolls that daddy bought you." you put her on the ground and she did as you said. scott gave up trying to make junior eat, so he let him go too.

"callin' me daddy but you wont let me take you out on a date?" he makes that face he does when he wants to get on your nerves (a dumb smile with his eyebrows raised) "shut up, you're a weirdo." you dont even look at him. "come onnnn. we've been like this since we were 17. lets just stop breaking up and finally stay together." he suggests, standing up in front of you. "yeah, when junior becomes a pro tennis player" junior likes soccer.

scott didnt stop trying to charm you the whole afternoon. to make him shut up, before he left with the babies, you finally gave in and said yes to a date on the weekend. "cool. see you later, baby." he steals a kiss. the twins giggle and say goodbye to you with kisses and hugs. oh you were definitely gonna call your bestfriend about your date this weekend.

"look at my beautiful girl." scott caresses your cheek. he took you to a fast food place for dinner and to a forzen yogurt place for dessert. you were cool with it because thats what you wanted to do, and he was fine with that. hes taken you out to nice places many times, so its not like he only ever takes you to a burger joint. "you want something out of me." you glare at him.

scott sighs and rests his head against the headrest. "yeah. I do," he turns his head over to you. "but im not gonna force you to do anything with me. you dont even have to look at me if you dont wanna.'' he holds your hand. "we have two kids together. we should be together." "I know in the past I used you and I was an asshole, but I changed. I wanna see your face in the morning when I wake up. I wanna put my kids to sleep in the same house that you're in. I wanna be a family."

"you are such a liar." "if thats what you think, you're wrong, but im not going to sit here and tell you that you're crazy for accusing me of lying. i know ive lied about that before and I am so sorry. that was stupid and ignorant. its because of me that my babies don't have their parents at the same time everyday, and here i am complaining about it." scott sighs. "y/n, please. this isnt about me wanting to have sex with you in my car right now.." you give him a look. "well, entirely." there he was. "sweetie, please? i want to be a dad. a real dad."

"scott, you are a real dad." "you know what I mean." he nervously rubs his hands up and down his thighs. "im not asking you to let me move in and move all fast with this. I just want another chance at being your boyfriend and being with my family." you sigh, taking all this into consideration. it took him two hours to actually convince you. to really prove it (a stupid way to put it, but its a big deal) he didn't try anything. he didnt touch you inappropriately. he pulled you in for a long, warm hug.. but you did makeout.. can anyone blame you? hes gorgeous!

over the past few months, scott was over almost all the time now. when hes not there, its because hes working, or hes visiting his brother and mom. the kids were happy, he was happy.. you were happy. he asked you to be his girlfriend the official way. your favorite candy, drink, and with a bouquet of flowers. he also kept his word. scott wasnt a bad father, he just wasnt always around you when he had the twins. now, he actually included you in things. taking you to his moms house again like he used to, going out to eat with the kids, sometimes the beach or like a carnival.. the point is that he's succeeding in making his family a real family.

"cassy, can you tell mommy to come out really quick, please?" he asks, sitting on the couch with his computer on his lap and glasses on. cassy drags you out of bed, whining. "dad needs youuu!" she leads you by the finger to the living room of your apartment. "go to the room with junior." you tell cassy as you sit with scott. "what do you want? its 8 in the morning." "i need help with emailing this company that wants me to work with them." scott was in his pjs, underneath a warm blanket. he "moved in" by this time, he just didnt sleep your bed. scott notices how tired and cold you look, but he really did need help. so he pulled you in under the blanket as you got to yapping about how he needs to sound professional.

scott wakes up early on his days off to make you and the twins breakfast. thank his mother that she forced him and his brother to learn how to cook after having kids.

on the days both of you work, the twins usually go with his parents since his brother and nephew were there.

cassy and junior love seeing you and scott acting like a real couple. especially cassy. junior thinks its nasty when his dad kisses you, but cassy thinks its the sweetest thing ever.

scott allows cassy to paint his nails with her princess nail polish that goes away with hot water. he also plays barbies with her sometimes.. most of those times are him making the dolls say crazy things.

he matched batman and robin costumes with junior for Halloween.

for Christmas, he and sam went to macys to take awkward sibling photos with ugly sweaters. they also did a separate one for vinnie, cassy, and junior. of course sam's annoyed and uncomfortable expressions were real and not just for the photo. scott gifted you the photos of your kids while he gave the photos of him and his brother to his mom.

"i dont care," scott mumbles into your collarbone. you two were at a party that corey, sams friend, invited you to. sam and his girlfriend went along but you hadn't seen them yet. scott had pulled you into a random bedroom 30 minutes into getting there. "the door is locked. nobodys gonna come in." he pulls your tube top down, exposing your breasts to him. "im gonna kill you if we get caught." you suck in a sharp breath once he attaches his mouth to your boob. "I'll die a happy man." he chuckles and gets back to work. you placed your hand on his curly hair, watching him.

it didnt take long for him to have you bent over the bed. "these are pretty," he admires the black underwear you wore. "too bad im gonna have them ruined by the time im done with you." he snakes a finger underneath the fabric and snaps it against your warm skin. "damn, you look so good." he mumbles, thrusting his hips so his crotch would meet your ass. his jeans werent off just yet. scott likes to tease you.. but more himself before actually doing anything.

his hands rest at your waist, guiding you to go back on him. he kept it going only a few second more before undoing his belt and jeans, then sliding his boxers down. "tell me if you need me to stop. im not goin' easy on you t'night." he whispers, pulling your underwear down your thighs and slamming himself into your wet cunt. he thrusted fast, panting and moaning. "uhnn.. I've missed this pussy so much." he whines. "give me th-..at. mhh. fuck." his eyebrows knit together, mouth agape. "you're so pathetic." you say softly, fucking yourself back on him.

"yeah. yeah, I am." he slides a hand up and down your smooth back. "so fucken pathetic for you.. would do anything for you. do anything for my beautiful girl." he lets out a high-pitched moan, hitting that spot in you. "scott.. im—" "uh-uh. keep it in.. keep it in." he pants. the sound of skin slapping against eachother becoming louder. "dont cum yet. dont." he throws his head back, continuing to roll his hips deliciously. both of you made noise, but scott was a little louder than you.

scott suddenly pulled out. "ride me?" he asks softly. his cheeks were flushed, his hair stuck to his forehead. "oh my.. fu-huuh." he whimpers, watching you bounce on his cock. "you like that, Scotty? you like when I fuck you like this?" to which he nods his head. "mhm. yeah. keep.. keep going." he says oh so nicely. his fingers graze your pink lips and travel down to your tummy. he stares at your faded strech marks, smirking a little bit. "’n if I put another baby in you? make you a mommy again?" he puts his eyes back on your face.

by now, you were only rolling your hips on him. "yeah, no thanks." you say, making him laugh. "thought so." the bed creaked, and scotts head was pushed deeper into the pillows. "im gonna cum! g-get off!" he whines, tapping your hip. "i-im gonna cum too." you take his hand in yours. scott wasnt so happy that he finished in you until you told him you were on birth control. "scared the shit outta me.." he pouts. "funny. didn't you say you were gonna make me a mom again?" you tap his cheek. "i was getting confident.."

— #timeskip #hitthat #needthat #subscottforthewin 🙏🏼

"dude, ive been looking everywhere for you!" sam yells over the loud music to scott. "we just got here!" he lies to his brother. sam rolled his eyes. "im gonna borrow him for a couple of minutes-" he yells to you and drags scott upstairs. you were left with his girlfriend. the two of you knew eachother in highschool, so it wasnt weird or awkward. she actually took you to go dance.

a whole hour later, the boys came back absolutely baked. not a surprise. "we hotboxed the fuckin room!! and get this!! some girls thong was on the bed." sam laughed his ass off. you look at scott with worry. "nah," he shakes his head at you. jeez, you really thought you had left your underwear in there. "nah what?" sam asks. "nothing." he pushed sam away and went over to you, shoving his tongue down your throat.

the kids were at your parents house, so when you and scott got back home, he asked for #round2 and you #gaveittohim #theDisfire🔥 what was the after care?? a hot shower and he doordashed chinese food.

"daddy." junior crossed his arms at Scott. "yes??" he responds. "you're a dumb blonde." junior laughs, screaming dramatically as he runs to your room. "what the fuck??" he raised an eyebrow, looking at you from the livingroom while you were in the kitchen. "he watched legally blond with me last night." you smile. "hes never watching that shit again." he rolls his eyes, clearly butthurt.

"oh, come here.' you roll your eyes. he was quick to stand up from the couch and walk over to you and give a hug and a kiss. "when did junior get so mean." he fake cries into your shoulder. "when did cassandra start wearing your clothes?" scott immediately dropped his act and laughed. "shes cool now, alright?" "scott, I dont want her wearing a shirt with a Marijuana plant on it." "okay. what about the one where jessica rabbit has her tits out?" you shoot him a look and hit the back of his neck. "you have a shirt with jessica and her tits out?!?!" "no! I was kidding!" he kisses you. then he texts his brother: do you want the jessica rabbit shirt? (lol. no. imagine getting caught u loser.) sam responds.

two years passed. your little family was happy and "normal" (enough) scott officially OFFICIALLY moved in the year before. (started sleeping on the same bed and you shared the closet.)

a cute family photo hung above the couch. junior was on your lap and cassy was on Scotts. here and there, scott will get up in the middle of the night to admire it. he was so proud that he was able to prove himself to you. (fr this time cause #damnhewasabitch) little ho actually cries sometimes staring at the photo.. as he should.

end of story. Ok? bye.

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