#papa bear rubbed off on her

[strawberrystepmom]

cw children, cw families. gojo x f!reader. they are married and have a 5 year old. | divider thanks to cafekitsune, wc 1k.

Kneeling with your daughter in the living room of your home, you sigh and brush her tear wet hair off of her round cheek, white strands sticking up on end thanks to being mussed up by your loving hands. She raises a fist and rubs her nose with it, dropping it at her side defeatedly when she finishes.

“Hey, it’s okay, alright? Let’s dry those tears, he won’t be mad at you.” 

She sniffles, shaking her head and bunching her little fists to shove beneath her armpits when she folds her arms over her chest. The little girl is far too much like her father Satoru when her cheeks are rosy and her pout is defiant, blue eyes scanning the rug beneath her feet and the walls for something interesting rather than meeting your glance. 

The sound of the keyless lock’s buttons being pressed alerts the usually excitable five year old that her father is home. Generally she’d leap up and run to the door and into his arms, helping him take off his shoes or carry his bag in, but today she stays firmly in place by your side. Gojo enters your home with a grin, lifting his blindfold and looking at the two of you with uncertainty. The grin dims, a brow is raised, and he approaches the living room with caution. Standing near the two of you, he tilts his head and looks downward. You mouth the word “trouble” and he nods his understanding.

“Alright baby, can you tell papa what happened today?”

Eyes wide with concern, the five year old turns her face upward to look at her father in his now uncovered eyes with a pout. A little sniffle bubbles out of her. You rub her back soothingly, kissing her temple while remaining kneeling at her side, wiping little tears away with your free hand. 

“I…I…,” she starts between sobs. “I got in trouble for letting Yukio eat from my chopsticks.”

Satoru stifles a laugh and you shoot him a withering glance from where you kneel next to your child, still rubbing her back through the half hearted sobs that wrack her body. He kneels down in front of her with arms extended, an invitation she accepts without much thought. Running face first into his chest, your husband lets out a dramatic “oof” and pets the back of her head.

“I don’t see why you should get in trouble for that.”

You agree although you decide to keep that information to yourself pending the rest of the story being told. Remaining kneeling, you comb the ends of her hair with your fingers while he pets her head and her sobbing begins to subside. 

“It’s okay. I’m not mad and neither is mama but tell me, where did you learn to do that?”

Little shoulders shake and the two of you exchange a knowing glance over the top of her head, grateful that she cannot see it bearing in mind how astute she is. Too much like both of you for her own good.

“I learned from mama.”

She learned how to feed another person straight from her utensil from the two of you. You raise your brows defeatedly and Satoru stifles another laugh, holding his daughter against his chest and pouting at you over her head.

“Oh did you?”

Whatever sorrow remained in your child has clearly disappeared thanks to the audible smile in her father’s question. She giggles against his chest, unburying her face just enough to reach upward and poke him in his chin.

“Yeah because she feeds you, papa. You don’t know how to eat on your own!”

It is now your turn to stifle a giggle, turning your head into your shoulder to pretend that you don’t find the drama of being five years old and witnessing your parents love each other hilarious. Your husband gasps at the accusation. There is no wondering where she gets it from. She pokes his chin again and wiggles out of his grasp, running toward you and looking over her shoulder.

“I’m not in trouble, right?”

The two of you shake your heads when she looks between you. 

“Nope. Go wash up and we’ll work on homework in a little bit, alright?” 

Smiling, she accepts kisses on her head as she walks toward the opposite end of your house. You watch her and shake your head with a sigh, finally giggling at your husband who holds his hand out to help you up.

“You’re a terrible influence. First, you give her that personality and now you’re teaching her how to make everyone think she’s the most adorable thing in the world, too. Do you have any shame Mrs. Gojo?”

Rolling your eyes, it’s hard not to bat at Satoru who chuckles in response to the playful touch. He captures your hand in his and lifts it to his mouth, pressing your knuckles against his lips. 

“I think that’s all her actually.” He beams down at you, lips curving against your knuckles as you speak. You remain humble despite being the home where the crown jewel of sorcery resides but that’s always what he’s liked about you, his eyes softening the longer they rest on your face. “You may have to learn how to eat by yourself though instead of stealing bites from me all the time, at least until she forgets she has only seen her father eat on his own probably three times in her entire life.”

He groans, theatrically tilting his head backward and sighing at the ceiling. Your hand is still pressed to his lips and he lifts his other hand to hold it against his face.

“How could you do this to me?”

Laughing, you lean in and rise to your tiptoes to kiss his chin. 

“Easily. Now let’s go see if I’m any better at math than I was when you were still doing my homework for me.”

He drops your hand but quickly collects it in his free one, tipping his head down toward you to capture your lips, effectively getting the last word while twining your fingers together.

[thecapricunt1616]

Im sick in the head another Carmy drabble in one day

Another Dad!Carmy Drabble bc I’m sick in the head and can’t stop thinking abt him. So imagine him going to his baby’s school for career day 😭🫶 he would be so so proud of his work bc his baby would be just GUSHING over him and I need this out of my drafts SRRY ppl who have sent requests this has been rottingggg (more below) 

Okay so firstly your daughter would excitedly wait on the porch of your house for him every day when she knew he would be home from work. She is a daddy’s girl from day one because ofc she is (Carmy spoils her rotten and physically can’t tell her no so you’re always the bad guy unless her safety is involved ofc) she could give an eff about whatever your career is because she grew up in the restaurant like Carmy did, so when they were told at school there would be a career day when you picked her up she proudly took the sign up sheet from her bag, and was like

“Mommy, daddy is gonna come to my school to talk about ‘The Bear’ isn’t that cool!!” 

And naturally this is the first you’re hearing of this so you’re like “he is?!” And she shoves the paper in your hand and points to the date 

“See mommy! And he has to sign off and- and I want him to make cannolis for my class! Teacher said yes, and he has to mommy!” 

You’re just like ‘oh! Alright honey well daddy is very busy we’ve talked about this yes? We will ask him if he can’ 

So Carmy gets home, she’s on the porch - charged. She’s vibrating with excitement. He gets out of the car and she sprints up to him, giggling happily and squealing 

“Papa Bear! Papa Bear!! Papa Bear!!!” The name she only used when she was buttering him up for something. 

He laughs, picking her up and swinging her around, kissing all over her face and throwing her in the air in the way you’d usually scold since it scared the living shit out of you - but in her 8 years he hasn’t dropped her— yet so it was acceptable sometimes. 

“My baby bear” he said happily and rests her on his hip “how was school, what did you learn today mm?” He holds his backpack on his shoulder as he carries her inside.

“I learneeedd” she shows him the paper “that we’re having career day and you have to come! Please daddy please daddy plllleeeeeaaasseee!!!” She begs puckering her lips for a kiss to further sweeten her deal. 

He smiled a bit, giving her a tiny sweet peck “yes my little love, I’ll come f’r y’career day, of course sweet angel girl. When is it hmm?” He carried her in the kitchen where you were at the stove, cooking Mac and cheese to go along with the chicken tenders that were air frying 

“Mommy!!! Daddy says yes!! Okay daddy- so you need to make cannolis for my class cause they’ll think it’s so cool” she said happily and points at the paper “look may 24 mommy says that’s 23 days away, and daddy you can make cannolis for us - and - and I can do my chocolate chip chef job daddy!!! I can help you, I'll help!!” She said excitedly to which he beams with love and pride. 

“Thas’right princess you can be my sous chef y’remember what that means mm?” He questions, rubbing her little back with a smile

“I’m second best!!! I’m second best to daddy in the kitchen. I’ll be first some day though daddy” she kisses his cheek sweetly and hugs him tight to which he pouts adorably, looking over at you with big blue eyes

“Thas’my smart girl” he says softly and kisses her head. “You will be baby. You’ll be the best ever. I know it. You’ll change the whole world with your cookin’ mmm?” He rests his cheek on her head sweetly, resting against the counter while they cuddled. 

You could barely stop the tears that gathered in your eyes. Seeing your husband and your daughter like this was something you didn’t think you’d ever get over.

 From the very first day they’d met, even when she was all - frankly yucky, and slimey after she was just birthed - Carmy didn’t mind the nasty cottage cheese like muck that covered her skin just minutes after delivery as she laid on your chest, easily finding your nipple to latch so soon after being born, still in the delivery room— as if she was the smartest baby to exist. 

He still kissed her head. Even with the nasty, cheesy vernix covering her skin, he gently massaged it into her back as she ate for the first time, sniffling at the sounds of her little huffs of breath against your swollen breast. “You did so good baby. Look at her-“ he rasped, his voice watery and loving. “She’s perfect” he said, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her little shoulders. 

“I’ll be the best at The Bear someday daddy” she promised and hugged him tightly “I love you” she mumbled happily  He cradled her as if she was still a little baby, kissing her face and swallowing back choked sniffles and sobs “I love you little bear- s’much” he whispered, so grateful and over the moon his little girl took such pride in what he does.

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 • 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

SUMMARY: Charles and your son buy you a meaningful gift for your birthday

Genre: fluff

Warning: none

Pairing: Charles leclerc x reader, dad! Charles leclerc

Your sons hand was held tightly in Charles as they walked through the Store. The two were on a mission to find you a gift for your birthday. Your son was going on and on about how he wanted to get you a big gift. Macaroni necklace were no longer satisfying to the little boy anymore.

After a bit Charles caved and decided to take him to buy you something. After you left to go out with your girlfriends, the two leclerc’s went on their hunt

“We get a big gift Papa.” Your son said to Charles. The two looked through the aisles trying to figure out what to get. Charles suggested a mug and makeup but your son was quick to say no.

“Qu'est-ce qu'on va avoir ?" (What are we going to get).’ Charles stopped, kneeling down to your son’s height. The 4 year old pressed his pointer finger to his chin, eyebrows knitted as he started to think.

“I don’t know.”

Charles hummed. “Maybe we can get her some jewelry. Comment sonne un collier?” (how does a necklace sound?)

Your son face lit up and he quickly nodded. Charles stood back up and took his son’s hand leading them to the jewelry store.

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“Wow, look at all these papa!” Your son peered into the glass case looking at all the different pieces of jewelry. Charles smiled. He loved watching your son getting fascinated by the little things in life.

“so which necklace should we get for Maman?” Charles asked after your son was done looking at the display.

“We get those most beautiful one.”

“how about we get something with your name on it?” Charles leads your son over to the necklace with names on it. Charles and your son spent a few minutes discussing what they should get.

After a bit of tiny bickering they settled on a necklace that said mama and a charm with both Charles and your son’s initials.

As Charles and your son walked out of the store after Charles paid your son couldn’t contain his excitement.

“Je suis vraiment enthousiaste.” (I’m so excited)

Charles chuckled placing the boy in his car seat. While Charles buckled him up he couldn’t help but tell him a few last words.

“When we get home you can’t tell Maman we got her the necklace. We have to wait till tomorrow. Pinky promise me you won’t say a thing.”

Charles held out his pinky finger. Your son quickly wrapped his pinky around his father’s. “I promise!”

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Charles and your son made it home around the time you did. For the rest of the night Charles and your son kept their secret between them both.

Whenever you asked what they did while out all they did was mumble nothing with a little smirk.

The next day Charles woke up as soon as the sun peaked over horizon to get your birthday started. He slipped out of bed quietly so he didn’t wake you up and got dressed. It wasn’t unusual for Charles to get up early so if you saw him missing it wouldn’t be suspicious.

He left the apartment and ran to the store quickly. He got your favorite flowers and some pastries and tea from your favorite bakery.

When he returned home you were still fast asleep unaware of his run.

Charles creeped into your sons room quietly. The little boy was fast asleep in his car bed with his teddy bear tucked under his arm. He looked so peaceful. Charles didn’t want to wake him up, but he knew if he didn’t your son would be upset.

“Hey y/s/n, C'est l'heure de se lever.” (time to get up)

Your son sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Is it Maman birfday?”

Charles hummed. “Yes it is. Ready to get her the gifts we got?”

Your son nodded and tore the blanket off his body. He was ready.

You were fast asleep when you felt jumping on the bed. Groaning you Slowly opened your eye’s. The first thing you see is your smiley son standing In your bed in his Ferrari pajamas.

“Maman, Joyeux anniversaire!!”(happy birthday) your son leaned down and kissed your cheek gently something he learned from watching his dad.

“happy birthday Mon amour. We got you some breakfast from your favorite bakery and some flowers.”

Charles sat the breakfast bag and flowers on your nightstand before he leaned down and placed a kiss on your other cheek.

“maman me and papa got you a present yesterday!”

You son took the gift from Charles and handed it to you. The little boy giggled with excitement as you began ripping the paper off the present.

You gasped when you saw the necklace in the box. “ This is amazing baby!”

“It has Mama on it for you and me and papa’s initials.” Your son smiled proudly as he explained.

“I love it. I’m going to wear it every day.” You leaned over and kissed your son Chubby cheek making him giggle. you turning to Charles and doing the same.

“Can you put it on me?” you asked Charles. Your husband smiles, “of course.”

You turned around letting Charles place the necklace around your neck. You looked down at it taking it in. You weren’t lying when you said you were going to wear it every day. It was beautiful, it’s going to be your prize possession forever.

“Im hungry.” You heard your son say. He eyeballed the bag on the table. Charles laughed. “Ok let’s eat breakfast then later we’re going to get ready so I can take maman on to other surprises.”

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My request are open for any Charles fics because I have no ideas. Also if I write more dad fics what should I call the boy?

[natriae]

part 2 of this since silly bear's birthday is soon

Several years later

By now your sure Kiyoomi has a dog pile of children on him. Tonight is your daughter's 1st birthday, as well as Kiyoomi's. Loe and behold all the children flocked to your unsuspecting husband's lap while he watched a US volleyball game. As well your adult child Atsumu.

By now you're use to the sight of Kiyoomi trying to push the setter's legs off of him as he holds his daughter in his opposite arm. Kaia's already five running round your living room giggling as the big samoyed dog chases her. Her brother now eight holds on to his mother's leg while she talks to Bokuto's sisters. Mei's birthday was a big event or so she thought since her little brain told her all these people were her friend's not her dad's.

The large man sits on the couch with Osamu's two year old twins resting their heads on each of his thighs. Their binkys bob in rhythm while they dream. Atsumu's 3 year old some how ended up on behind Kiyoomi's head leaning on the wall while he pulls at the dark curls. Kaia's lost interest in the puppy and walks over so Kiyoomi's left arm now holds her to his side. Mei not leaving his other arm.

If you told highschool Kiyoomi he'd be a child whisper by his thirties and enjoy it. He'd assume he must have gotten a pretty harsh concussion, but all is well in Sakusa Kiyoomi's brain.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

"Mei this one's for daddy. Your cake is next," the little girl crys in her papa's arms. It's her birthday why can't she blow out the candles? Her arms begin to flap against her sides as she tries to get up from Kiyoomi's lap, but Kiyoomi's quick in wrapping his arms around his daughter.

"sing it fast," he says while he holds his squirming and squealing baby close to his chest. He quickly blows out the candles before Mei's superhuman baby strength allows her to break free. The little girl screams as her little eyes begin to cry more. She's gonna be a drama queen for sure. Wonder which parent she got that from?

You quickly bring in her cake with a big number one candle on it and she immediately quiets down. She twists in Kiyoomi's arms trying to get closer. Everyone laughs at the baby's antics and her scrunched up face. She huffs and puffs as Kiyoomi sets her down to sit on the table.

When the lights go out her hands clasp together and her eyes close. Maybe you shouldn't have taken her to the shrine recently. When the singing finally comes to an end the baby girl blows out her candles and joyfully laughs enjoying every moment of attention.

♡♡♡♡

Thank god today was successful. Only one hissy fit and no scratching, at least it's a win for you. Walking back from walking out the last guests you find Kiyoomi back on the couch this time only one baby rests on him. Mei's little hands are balled up into fists while she lays on her dad's chest. Her eyes shut and her binky bobbing lightly.

"today was a long day for her," you say sitting on the floor next to Kiyoomi's lying form. He huffs out a small laugh and looks down at his babygirl. "she didn't leave your side once! I'm a little jealous Kiy," you finish looking into his eyes.

"hey, it's not my fault i'm really comfortable," he says softly rubbing his hands along his baby's back lulling her into a deeper sleep.

"you're not wrong," you respond, leaning down to leave a kiss on his lips. "happy birthday Kiyoomi,"

"thank you, my love"

[kayhi808]

Hi! I have an ask but recently I’ve been picturing Abby waking up her papa at night cause she can’t sleep so they watch movies until she’s asleep in his arms 😭

Bucky being a total Dad to Abigail. 😍 I love this Ask, Nonnie! Thank you! Hope you like it.

Bucky, always being a light sleeper, from his days as the Winter Soldier, is immediately awake upon hearing the jiggling of the bedroom door handle. You're still soundly sleeping by his side. He sees Abby peek in & when she makes eye contact, she sighs and walks around to his side of the bed. "Hey, Abby."

She flops Pu'a the Pig on the bed and leans on her elbows towards Bucky. "I sees bad stuff in my eyeballs, Papa Bear," poking her eyelids.

Bucky grabs her hand away from her eye, "Stop poking your eye. You had a nightmare?" Abby nods. Bucky sits up rubbing his face with his hands trying to wake himself up fully. "Ok, let's go outside so we don't wake Mama." He pulls a shirt over his head and takes her hand.

They go outside to the living room; Bucky, hair standing out at weird angles, sits on the couch & Abby climbs up next to him, leaning against his Vibranium arm. She hugs Pu'a and sucks her thumb. Looking down at Abby & brushing her hair aside, "Want to tell me what your dream was about?"

Shaking her head, "It was so scary. Cans we watch a moofie?"

Yawning, "What movie do you want to watch?"

"Nemo?"

"Sure." Abby gets up to fiddle with the remote until she finds her movie. She goes back to the couch to see Bucky stretched across it. He holds his arm out and pats his chest, so Abby climbs up and lays on him. He keeps his Vibranium arm around her, so she doesn't roll off him.

And that's how you find them the next morning, passed out on the couch with Abby and Pu'a the Pig sprawled out on Bucky.

[jhoneybees]

Unknown.

Hi!!! So this fic is for the amazing @lustnhim, I absolutely love her writing so much it's not funny. Hope you like it!!🫶

Characters: Late 70s Elvis X Goth!reader

Warnings/triggers: Angst!, Mentions of God, paranoia about the unknown, life existence

Tags: @another-identityofmine @atleastpleasetelephone @i-r-i-n-a-a @theelvisprincess @thelonelyheart @polksaladava

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Elvis shouldn't be thinking like this, thinking about what would actually happen when he dies. It’s 3 in the morning and he should be sleeping but he can’t help thinking that his Mama always told him, raised him to believe that one day he’ll go up to heaven and see his loved ones again.

But what if that’s not the truth?

Swallowing hard, Elvis fidgets with the silk bed sheets. Breathing through his nose as he thinks, lifting his hand to rest on the top of his belly, tapping it quietly. He turns his head over to the bible sitting on his nightstand, deciding to pick it up.

He flicks through the pages, trying to find the right bookmark he had left before taking a minute to breathe. “Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God, believe also in me. In my father’s house there are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I prepared a place for you? -John 14:1-3”

Maybe he will get to meet his Mama again, he thinks to himself… but…what if he doesn’t-

“Baby?”

He lifts his head up, carefully gripping onto the edges of his bible. Elvis smiles small seeing you standing there in a black nightie with your luscious and long black hair draping beautifully over the front of your body, quietly sipping on a glass of water. “Hi, honey.”

“Everything, alright?” You ask, walking over to his side of the bed. Sitting down next to him reaching a hand out to touch his hand, you begin to intertwine your fingers with his as he puts his bible down.

“Yeah…Everything’s alright.” Elvis keeping his eyes lowered, he glances over at the book in his lap. Quietly, pulling the blanket up to cover his belly, he tries to distract his mind by watching your thumb caress his skin.

“It doesn’t seem like it. You tilt your head, quirking an eyebrow as you watch his face.

He looks up at you. “W-What do you mean? Ever’thing’s fine.” His sad and anxious eyes telling you a different story.

“Teddy bear…” You give him a knowing look.

He lowers his head back down at your hands, closing his eyes when you call him that name.

He listens to the sound of your glass of water being placed on the nightstand, breathing out as you move his bible to straddle his lap. Elvis glides his big hands up the sides of your thighs and your fingers go up to run through his slightly disheveled hair from tossing and turning in bed.

“Tell me.”

Elvis gazes into your eyes, looking at them silently. “Honey, I-”

“What’s troubling my Papa bear?” Gently rubbing the silky fabric of your nightie in between his index finger and thumb, he takes a deep breath as he takes his time to collect his thoughts.

“...W-What if I don’t get ta see my Mama again?”

You hum, quietly. “What if you don’t see your mama again?”

He thinks for a moment then nods. “Yeah… when I die…m-maybe there isn’t a heaven.” automatically wrapping his arms around your waist as you shuffle closer, your lower abdomen and his belly brushing up against each other.

“Are you afraid?” bringing your other hand up, you pick off a piece of lint from his hair.

“W-Well…yes! I-I’ve been told all m-my life that God has a home f’me up there for when I die but…what if that ain’t true?” He huffs, averting his eyes away from your calm stare.

“We’ll just have to wait, don’t we?” You respond, pushing his chin up with a long black manicured nail and pecking his nose with your soft lips. “We’ll just have to see.”

Elvis shakes his head, his gaze drifting away from yours again. You sigh. “Papa, it’s okay to think this way…”

Smiling softly as he looks back. You continue your train of thought. “We might end up going to this magical place called heaven…or we might end up just staring at dirt for eternity, we don’t know…” Staring softly into his indescribable blue eyes.

“But what we do know is that…” His heart melts as your delicate hand cups his cheek. “The life we have now is special and we have to keep remembering that…because there is no point in worrying about the unknown, is there?”

He grumbles. “N-No…”

“No there isn’t.” You smile. “All we can do at the moment is just live this life, okay? I have you and you have me.”

“Yer not gonna leave me, right?” He asks with furrowing eyebrows, grabbing the silk of your clothes in his fists. Watching as you giggle and shake your head.

“I’m all yours in this life.”

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

More polycule!reader?

"Good girl," Logan praised, rubbing your hips as he watched you, head thrown back and lips parted, "doing so good for me. Setting your own pace, huh, bub?"

A long hot bath and making you come, lotion and making you come, and now this... easing you onto his cock and letting you get them both off at your own pace... you were getting tired. But fuck if you weren't having a good time- and he was too.

"Lo," you whine, "I can't- I'm- uh-can't-"

"Lemme help?" he breathed, "Lemme do some work for you, princess-"

"Or," Wade said, grinning from the doorway, "I can step in. Love getting Peanut's sloppy seconds."

You half turn and give him a glazed, dreamy smile, "Hey, babe."

"Hey, Mouth," Logan, hummed, shifting his grip on you to keep you from hurting your back or your hip.

Wade whistled and pulled off his shirt, crawling across the bed, "Oh, she is cock drunk, good job, Logi-bear!" he praised, leaning down to steal a kiss from you, groaning at the taste of his boyfriend on you.

"Our girl was feeling a little neglected," he said reaching between you to tease your clit, just slightly- you were getting to the limit of what you could physically DO but, Logan knew that if it was for your boys, especially if they were gentle, there was more you could take.

"Our girl?" Wade gasped, "No! Not our baby!" He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your neck from behind "And here I went out to do recreational drugs and party, bad Deadpool."

You whimper incoherently and let your head fall to the side, letting him have easier access to your neck. Too lost in the sensations of calloused hands and the pleasure of feeling wanted. And Wade's teeth find purchase on the skin there and you gasp, you can't even open your eyes to see your lovers look at each other and grin.

"There she is," Wade purred, unbuttoning his jeans to relieve the pressure. "Do you think she's got a little more left for Papa?"

"If you play your cards right, bub," Logan rumbled, patting your bottom. "She's been doin' all the work. I just got her a bath to help her get loosened up. She's been ridin' my dick like a champ-"

"Pillow princess time," Wade said, nipping your neck as he ground against you slowly, "no wonder she's all out of it and clingy-"

"I can help," you protest weakly, wincing as your thigh muscles protest and you pitch forward onto Logan's chest.

"But I love pillow princess time," Wade pouted. "Makes me feel useful."

[youre-amazing-say-it]

A fic with rdj babying teen reader!

Papa-Bear Mode

Summary: The reader gets a tiny injury during her first fight scene, and RDJ goes full Papa-Bear Mode.

Warning: talks about stuntwork, swearing, little cut on the forearm

A/N: sorry these are taking so long. my bad!

"All Right guys, shooting in 30. Get ready!" You heard the Russo Brothers speak into the megaphone. You were off talking to the stunt coordinator, Meghan when you heard the announcement. You were about to shoot your first-ever fight scene and were terrified. The shakey breath you let out was evidence of it. "You got this girl, it's a very simple scene, no harnesses. just fighting," she spoke as she rubbed your shoulder, helping you relax. "Yeah, but what if-"

"So Pipsqueak! heard you are doing your first stunt scene today!" you heard a voice behind you say. Robert walked over and stood right behind you, placing both of his hands on your shoulders, giving them. gentle squeeze. "Yes, and I am FREAKING OUT!" you shouted as you pushed his hands off you.

"Hey hey calm down kiddo, okay?" he spoke softly as he turned you around for an embrace. With your head on his chest, he mouthed to Meghan that he got it, sending her on her way. "Now," he continued as you stood still, "why are you scared?"

"Look stunts can be scary, and I don't want to get hurt or injured because of something I messed up," you said looking at the brown-haired man in the eyes. "Well, do you know what you need to do for the scene?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "I mean yeah but-"

Robert made a shushing sound before you could even continue. "And I'm sure Meghan and the rest of the stunt coordination crew have your safety in mind while working out this scene. So you will be fine, you got this, okay pipsqueak?" he spoke to you. You let out the breath you have been holding in. "Okay, I got this. You are right." You spoke confidently before embracing RDJ once more.

"Thanks, Robert, I appreciate you." You felt him give the top of your head and you squeezed him tighter. "And I appreciate you, Y/n. Now you ready to go kick some ass?" he shouted as he raised his hand for a high five. You easily returned it, "Hell yeah, let's go!"

TIME SKIP

"Alright Y/n, let's shoot that scene one more time, okay?" you heard Anthony Russo speak into the megaphone. You gave them a thumbs-up from up on the railing where you were fighting the villain of the movie (I'm too lazy to decide who it is). You looked to the side of the stage and saw Robert watching you and also gave you a thumbs-up. So far all of the takes have been great, and no one has gotten seriously injured. Once this take was done, you were excited to just go to bed.

"Okay, an ACTION!" They shouted and you and your scene partner got to work. You quickly dodged the punch, went in for a kick, and continued your routine. Everything was going great until you heard some rattling above you. you couldn't look up so you tried not to let your anxiety show through. It wasn't until you got to the part where your partner had you up against the wall that you heard the sound of a part coming undone. Before you knew it, two small boards came crashing down on you and your partner. You felt one of the edges scratch your arm before landing on the floor.

"CUT! CUT!" You and your partner let go of each other and quickly checked yourself over for injuries. "You okay Y/n?" they spoke. "Yeah, I'm fine, just a cut on my forearm. What about you?" you asked them, "Nothing I think I'm - " they were saying before you felt Robert crushing you with his arms. "Oh my god Y/n!" He shouted into your ears. He let you go and held out your arms. "Robert Im fine, I promise. You said as you chucked. You felt his eyes scan your body, checking you for injuries.

"MEDIC! WE NEED A MEDIC!" he shouted as he took your injured arm and tried to turn it into the light to get a good view of it. "Robert I said Im fine! It's just a cut, see?" you said as you tried to pull your arm out of his grip, but he wasn't budging. "Look it could be infected, or worse than it looks. So let's just be safe okay?" he asked as he looked at you with pleading eyes.

You chuckled at him before reluctantly agreeing, " Okay papa bear, I'll get it checked out." You could hear him say "I'm not a papa bear," under his breath as you too made your way towards the medics on set. "Yes you are, and it's very adorable. Thanks for looking out for me." He leaned down and kissed your head.

"I gotta look out for my cubs."

[babyhatesreality]

Hey!!! I loved your lates fic here

But I’m not sure how to think about Steve.

Would he still give her time out bc he thinks she is lying about something daddy said when she is telling the truth?

Imagine she gets in a little argument with another little one and the other one is telling her Papa that she said something mean/ a no no word. Would he believe his little one? Bc I don’t think so ☹️

AAAHHHHH I HAVE HAD THIS IDEA IN MY HEAD SINCE DAY ONE SO THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THE CHANCE TO WRITE IT!!! <3

Listen to your Little

Pairing: Daddy! Stucky x little f!reader

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, pet names, language, anxiety, mentions of past emotional upheaval, someone tells lies, mistrust, baby gets unfairly punished, mean Papa, mean Daddy, angst, fluffity fluff fluff fluff, everything gets worked out in the end because I always need a happy ending.

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A/N- this takes place about 2 weeks after you've moved in with Stucky, when you're still- unbeknowst to you- in your probationary period with SHIELD.

You were excited- and nervous- but mostly excited! It was your first play date with Wanda and Pietro since moving in with your daddies. You'd all met before of course, at the big welcome-to-the-family party, and gotten along famously. But this was the first time you were going over to Aunt Natasha's and Uncle Bruce's apartment to play. You and Wanda had bonded over your mutual love of Care Bears and My Little Ponies, and you were super excited to see her collection and play ponies again. You were nervous about Pietro, though. He wasn't exactly mean to you, but he didn't like that Wanda paid more attention to you than to him when you both were together. He also didn't like that you and Peter got so close, so quickly.

"C'mon, none of that now," Bucky said gently, pulling your fingers out of your mouth as he bounced you in his arms. The three of you were making your way to the elevator to go to the Banner/Romanoff floor. Bucky had noticed that you were a little hesitant when you'd left the apartment, so he had immediately scooped you up to snuggle you on the way. You had started chewing on your fingers, a sign that he'd only recently learned meant that you were feeling distress. "I don't want you to bite your fingers off. That's MY job," he teased, before pretending to eat your fingers playfully. You squealed and giggled for a moment, but eventually laid your head on his shoulder with a tiny sigh.

"What's the matter, Lovebug?" Steve asked, leaning into your view point and rubbing your back soothingly. "Are you feeling okay?" He looked around as they stepped into the elevator. He knew that SHIELD was watching their every move, and if something was wrong with you, by god he was going to figure it out in a heartbeat. He kept patting you, but you didn't speak until the doors to the elevator had closed.

"What if....what if dey don't like me?" you said, just loud enough for them to hear it.

"Wanda and Pietro?" Steve asked in surprise. "They already like you, angel. Remember how you and Wanda were playing that you were the little ponies just two nights ago?"

"MY little ponies," you corrected, your head popping up to make sure your Papa understood the very important difference in wording. He smiled.

"Sorry, MY little ponies," he said, booping you on the nose. "You two had so much fun that you fell asleep before you could finish telling us all about it, remember?" He and Bucky shared a private smirk; that had been the night they had discovered that letting you tell your own stories at bedtime was a bad idea. You had literally not stopped talking during your bath, pajamas, and being tucked into their bed. They found it so cute that they couldn't bear to stop you, but you'd continued for a good hour past bedtime until your exhausted body overcame your brain and you'd fallen asleep mid-sentence.

That hadn't gone over terribly well with the review board. They understood that Steve and Bucky hadn't wanted to stifle you, but they were concerned that not adhering to a strict schedule, no matter what, might set a bad precedent. From then on, Steve and Bucky had been fastidious about your bedtime routine. They weren't risking anything that could potentially 'set a bad precedent' and get you taken away from them.

You didn't know any of that of course- all you knew was that you were feeing a little anxious about the visit. When you didn't answer Steve right away, he continued trying to help you through this. "Tell you what, Katie Cat," he said, grinning when you smiled softly at the special nickname. "If you feel icky, or if something is bothering you, you can tell me or Daddy, and we'll all come back home. Okay?"

"Don't wanna spoil your fun..." you mumbled into Bucky's shoulder. Bucky and Steve locked eyes for a moment. They had prepared for things like this. In all of the time the three of you had spent together before this, you'd been very honest about your issues with abandonment and self-worth, and how it all tied into your need to regress. You were scared to death to do anything that might make your new and already-beloved daddies mad or upset, no matter how little it seemed.

"Baby, this time is for you, okay?" Steve said reassuringly. "We just want you to have fun with your new little friends. Daddy and I see Aunt Natasha and Uncle Bruce all the time, so if you need to leave, you're not spoiling anything. Everyone will understand, and no one will be mad. Okay?"

"Otay," you whispered back, a shy smile on your face. Bucky pressed a kiss into your hair.

"That's our girl," he said, nuzzling the top of your head with his cheek. "Do you want a paci so you don't chew on your fingers again?"

You shook your head. "No, tank you," you said politely, making them both melt. "Gonna be a big girl." You leaned back and looked at Bucky, tilting your head. If you were gonna be a big girl, you really should be walking by yourself...."Big girl later," you decided, then nuzzled back into the safety of Daddy's shoulder, making him chuckle.

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An hour later, you wondered what on earth you'd been nervous about. Wanda, Pietro, and you were currently playing the most fabulous game of Chutes and Ladders ever. The three of you had started the playdate with exploring their playroom. You were in absolute awe of the colorful and joyous chaos, and they had delighted in showing you everything. Then came the games. You hadn't played such a raucous, noisy version of Chutes and Ladders in so long and it was a blast. You were also apparently really good at it, as you placed your token on the winning block for the second time in a row.

"Wow! You are SO good at this game, Katie!" Wanda cheered, leaning over to give you a high five. "Here, high five Buttons now," she instructed, holding up her favorite teddy. You giggled and gently high fived his paw, making her laugh.

"That's not fair, that you won two games in a row," Pietro interjected suddenly into your joy. You quickly dropped your hand, feeling awkward. Pietro had been fine, if not a little quiet, when you won the first time, but it seemed like two times was his limit. You started feeling that little prickle of anxiety that you had when you were coming here.

"You're just jealous that she won and you LOST," Wanda said, sticking her tongue out. Pietro jumped up, enraged at his sister.

"I'm gonna tell Mommy that you stuck your tongue out!" he announced triumphantly.

"Then I'M gonna tell her that you're being mean to us and you'll get a time out," Wanda shot back, glaring at her brother. Pietro scowled at her, but sat back down.

"We're gonna play again and this time I'M gonna win," he grumbled.

"We don't hafta play dis game," you said hesitantly. "We can play something else. Whachu wanna play?" You bit your lip- you didn't want to lose your new friends on your very first playdate.

"This and I'm gonna win," he declared. You exchanged a quick look with Wanda, who shrugged and put her piece back at the starting block. Not wanting to rock the boat anymore than you accidentally already had, you quietly put your piece back at the beginning too.

You subtly tried to flick the spinner so you'd land on the lower numbers, but Wanda caught on immediately. "No, you gotta do it right. I want you to win again!" she said, making you retake your turn. You sighed and flicked, and of course, landed on a square that gave you a huge ladder up.

"You cheated!" Pietro said, pointing at Wanda after he realized how far ahead this made you in the game. "You made her go again and that's cheating!"

"Nuh-uh!" Wanda said hotly. "You're trying to cheat 'cause you wanna win."

"You're a big ol' dumbbell!" Pietro yelled at her. Your anxiety suddenly turned to anger at his exclamation. You knew that name calling was absolutely not allowed from any of you. On top of that, Pietro was just being mean. No one messed with your friends!

"Please stop being mean," you said, pushing yourself up to stand on your knees. You weren't quite brave enough to stand all the way up, but you definitely couldn't stay seated when your friend was being called names. Pietro's eyes narrowed at you menacingly.

"What did you say?" he said, almost daring you to say it again.

"I said please stop being mean!" you said, louder than you intended. Before you could even take a breath, Pietro zoomed out of the room. You looked at Wanda, startled. "Wha' happened?" you asked nervously. You knew that the twins weren't supposed to use their powers when they weren't on missions, so something bad obviously just happened for him to break the rules like that.

Just then, you heard loud steps pounding down the hallway. "Kaitlyn!" Papa scolded loudly as he came around the corner and into the room. You hadn't heard that tone from him before. You sat back down in shock, staring at him with wide eyes. What did you do for him to use your full name like that? "Pietro said that you were calling him names," he accused you, his hands on his hips and fire in his eyes.

"Wh-wha'? No, I didn't," you stammered, your mind spinning as you tried to figure out what was happening.

"No, Uncle Steve, she-" Wanda piped up. But Steve held up a hand to her.

"Not now, sweetie," he said, his tone just a touch softer, before he turned his glare back to you. You felt yourself shrinking down, feeling even littler than normal. "What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?" Steve scolded, his blue eyes narrowing at you.

"Papa, I didn' say nuffin' bad-"

"You know better than to call names, little girl," he said, almost as if you hadn't spoken. "There is no excuse for that kind of behavior. You don't treat your friends like that, and you don't call names, EVER."

"But-"

"But nothing. Come here, right now," he said, pointing to his feet. Scared to death, you shut your mouth and scrambled to get up and stand at his feet. "You're getting a time out," Steve said angrily, putting his hand on your back and ushering you out of the playroom.

You desperately wanted a chance to defend yourself, to ask why Papa believed that you would be so naughty. You looked up at him and inhaled as if to speak, but he immediately pointed a finger in your face. "Hush," he scolded. "Not one word." You obediently shut your mouth and tried to keep the tears from falling.

Steve led you to an empty corner in the dining room where he, Bucky, and Natasha had been sitting and chatting. Natasha and Bucky were nowhere to be seen, though. Steve made sure your nose was firmly in the corner before sitting down in the chair closest to you. "Now you think about what you've done, and when your time out it over, you're going to apologize to Pietro." It took everything within you not to make a sound or turn around at this injustice, but the fear of making Papa even angrier kept you in your place. You knew that you were not to move or make a sound in time out unless you wanted a longer one, so you kept yourself still.

Just then, you heard footsteps approaching. "Oh no," Bucky said when he saw you. "What did she do?" he asked Steve. You could hear the touch of steel in his tone, making you even more frightened.

"She called Pietro a name while they were playing their game," Steve responded, his own voice still tight with anger. "I let her know that is completely unacceptable, and she'll be apologizing when it's all over."

"Name calling?" Bucky said incredulously. He knew you had a mischievous streak a mile wide, but you had never been anything other than sweet and playful. He would never have thought you capable of that in a million years. His mind was blown at his sweet little angel being that mean.

"Apparently, they were playing a game, and when Pietro said something about wanting to win this round, she called him a 'dumb meanie-head'."

"What?!" Bucky yelled as you trembled in the corner. "Oh, she's writing lines tonight too. We are NOT letting her get away with this kind of behavior." Your insides quaked- now they were both against you and you hadn't even done anything.

"Hang on," Aunt Natasha said suddenly. "What exactly did Pietro say?" she questioned her oldest friend.

"He sped in here very upset-"

"He used his powers?"

"Yes. I don't think he meant to be bad, he was just worked up," Steve explained. You tensed up in the corner at Papa making excuses for Pietro, but still not defending you. Unbeknownst to you, Natasha noticed.

"Hmmm," she said, pressing her lips together as she thought. "Just out of curiosity, did Wanda say anything?" You couldn't see it from your viewpoint of the two walls, but the rest of the room saw Steve blush, slightly.

"Well, she tried to say something, but I...didn't let her," he said, a tad bit sheepishly. "I didn't want her to try to lie to get Katie out of trouble. We...can't take any chances right now. We need to make sure that we're...providing a healthy environment with boundaries and rules. We're not taking any chances. Not with our little girl."

Natasha knew exactly what Steve meant and that his heart was in the right place, but she also realized that you didn't fully understand all the larger implications at play here. And she knew her twins well enough to know that there was probably a lot more to the story.

"I hear you," Natasha said. "And I understand. But...just indulge me for a moment." She waited to get the nod from both Steve and Bucky before calling down the hallway. "Wanda? Pietro? Come into the dining room, please."

You tried your hardest not to fidget, but this was the worst. Your new friend and your now-mortal enemy were going to see you in trouble, and that was so embarrassing you started to silently cry again, biting down on your lip to not make a sound. You heard two pairs of feet shuffle in, but then the silence was shattered by your defender.

"No, that's not fair!" Wanda shrieked, pointing at you still stuck in the corner. "Katie didn't even do anything!!" At that, the room exploded into accusations and soothing words and frustration and anxiety, until finally Natasha made herself heard over everyone.

"Alright, ALRIGHT!" she shouted everyone down. "Wanda, tell me what happened." Pietro made a sound of indignation, but was quickly silenced. "You'll get your chance, Pietro. But Wanda is going first."

Much to your relief, Wanda quickly told the story of what actually happened, emphasizing that you had NOT called Pietro a name- you'd simply said that he was being mean. "Which he WAS," she finished sulkily, glaring at him.

A horrible, sinking feeling was settling into the pit of Steve's stomach. "Pietro, you told me that she called you a dumb meanie-head," he said, trying to keep his voice from shaking at the amount of damage he might have just done.

"It's what she MEANT," Pietro replied hotly after stammering for a moment, caught in his lie.

"NO IT'S NOT!" Wanda shrieked, outraged on your behalf. Pietro immediately started yelling back. Natasha quickly broke the argument up as Steve and Bucky both spun towards you.

"Oh my god, angel, I am so sorry," Steve said, his eyes brimming with tears. When you didn't make a move, his heart stopped for a second before he realized- he hadn't given you permission to leave the corner yet. You were being his good little girl, as always. "Lovebug, please come out of the corner. You should never have been in there and Papa is so very sorry."

You turned to him but couldn't look him in the eye. You didn't want him to see the tears that were still streaming down your face. But there was no way that he could have missed them. In an instant, he was crushing you to his chest, dropping kiss after kiss on top of your head in between apology after apology. "I am so sorry I didn't give you a chance to tell your side of the story, baby. Papa was very, very naughty today."

Bucky reached out and rubbed the parts of your back that he could touch, as you were still firmly held in Steve's arms. "And I'm sorry too, that I just jumped to conclusions," Bucky apologized as well. As someone who'd lost his own voice for years, he felt doubly guilty at taking away yours. "I will never do that again baby, I promise. Okay?" He moved in a little closer, exchanging a worried look with Steve when you didn't answer. "Angel?" he said softly. "Can you talk to me and Papa please?"

You finally turned your tear-stained face up to Steve. "I wann'ed to be a good girl today," you finally sobbed out. "Was I bad?" You were still too little to fully understand everything that had happened, but you were feeling some awful big feels.

"No Angel, you weren't bad at all," Steve said, feeling lower than shit. "You were very good to try to stand up for your friend, and I'm very very sorry that I didn't listen when you tried to tell me what happened. You are my good baby and you always will be." Steve expected you to yank yourself out of his arms and his life forever for his colossal fuck up, but the exact opposite happened instead.

You threw your arms around his neck and squeezed as hard as you could. You were so relieved that you hadn't been bad, and that things seemed to be getting back to normal, that all you could do was hold on to your Papa for dear life.

Natasha had let Pietro have his say while you and your daddies had been making up, but once he realized he was caught, he begrudgingly admitted that he had lied. He said that he'd been mad that he hadn't won and waited until Natasha wasn't near Uncle Steve to tattle. Natasha sent Pietro to his room promptly with the promise of a "long talk tonight with me and Daddy". She let Wanda worm her way into Steve's arms to hug you too. Wanda declared you the forever winner of Chutes and Ladders.

Steve and Bucky were both looking at Natasha, panic screaming in their eyes. What on earth was the board going to do with this? Would this be enough for them to take you away from them? However, Natasha smiled. "I got this," she said lovingly to her friends. She knew exactly how to manage this one with that damn board....

Later that night, Steve and Bucky each presented you with a piece of paper, in which they both had written "I will listen to my little girl" one hundred times each. Steve did two hundred, out of sheer guilt for putting you in time out on top of everything else. Your giggle at their self-induced punishments and the subsequent snuggle session started to make everything look a lot brighter.

The next morning, you were back to your normal happy-go-lucky self, thrilled with being babysat by Kate for the day. You had given your daddies big hugs and kisses before they left, promising to be good. Steve and Bucky, still feeling the residual pangs of guilt, made their way to their only meeting of the day, but one that they were very much ready for.

Natasha smiled as they closed the conference room door behind them. "Welcome gentlemen," she said, slightly teasing as they both took their seats sheepishly. "Welcome to 'Listening to your Little, 101'."

[viharbinger]

dad! jin makes me so soft 🥺 i would love if u would write smth for him

pairing: (ghost of Tsushima) dad!Jin Sakai x fem!reader

warnings: female reader, pregnancy, marriage au

a/n: I wanted to make this gender neutral but I'm not really sure how to do that considering this is dad!jin so I hope you are fine with it anon! 😭 maybe I could've made him like have a child earlier before he met reader but that would be an entirely different story I could probably make on a different day

also side note sorry for taking so long I've been playing a lot of uncharted 😝

When he found out you were with child, it's like he's gotten a strong instinct to support you. He's been coming home everyday from his missions with gifts for you and the unborn baby, from a hand crafted child's toy to a hunted deer for dinner!

"Jin.... What is this?" You raised an eyebrow at the sight. A deer mounted on his horse. "Dinner. For you and the little one." He caresses your head, the other hand rubbing against your stomach.

"We can't possibly eat all this before it goes bad." And he replies, "We won't let anyone go hungry. Don't worry." He reassures you before taking the deer down and walking off towards the kitchen where he'll let the servants do the rest of the job.

Right. You do so happen to live in a really privileged and comfortable home. Such perfect conditions to raise a baby. "How thoughtful of you." You say as you follow him through the snow. It looks like you're going to give birth to your baby in the spring, beautiful timing, as Yuriko and Jin says.

You were four months along now, not like you can't handle yourself but Jin begs to differ. He doesn't like you doing anything that he considers 'too dangerous' like doing the laundry or even walking around the streets of Omi village.

Not like you don't do these things against his wishes behind his back though. You do love your walks in the village, but you also do love being pampered by your husband. Oh, he'd cuddle you like a papa bear and shower you with affection. In your last months pregnant, you'd practically run to the door when you hear him come home on his horse but immediately start acting like you were a waddling penguin trying to get to her husband.

"What are you doing up? It's getting hot out, stay in." He ushers you in, brushing the hair out your face that blew when the wind passed by.

And finally... When your baby was about to be born he was so nervous. It was a rough night for the both of you, especially for you of course. But he was pacing around the entire house as you struggled with your contractions. And then came out a healthy, chubby little baby boy.

He was so adorable with his little arm and leg rolls, he was loved by everyone in Omi village. Oh... And your husband just won't leave him alone either. You think that because he's brought him on his horse so much as a baby that that's the reason why your son is so eager to be on one now.

Your husband would wrap your baby to his chest and take him on short rides outside, whispering things to your baby that he won't be able to understand. He'd show your son where he used to spar with his uncle, or where he first met you, telling stories in sweet whispers.

Meanwhile, your son was just sleeping against his chest as he talks to him. Maybe he was more so talking to himself. Jin would also learn to carve toys out of wood for his little boy, which your son absolutely adores. He's definitely spoiled alright.

And in the future when your son gets older, Jin would be teaching him how to hold a sword and fight with it. You actually want him to start learning a little later but they never waited for your approval anyways. Having them sparring and practicing without your approval in mind, you don't say anything because it's definitely funny when they scramble for their words looking for excuses. Like father like son, I suppose!

[johnpriceslamb]

Hiii, i love your writing so much!! I just saw your requests were open and wanted to ask for a Ghost x fem!reader. Maybe she is sick and little and Simon has to take care of her. Of course only if you want to, no pressure. All your work is so adorable i just wanted to babble about it really (ˊᗜˋ) ♡

𝓢𝓘𝓒𝓚 𝓓𝓐𝓨𝓢 ,

˚₊‧꒰ you’re sick. And off in fairy-land. Simon takes care of you. ꒱ ‧₊˚

BEFORE YOU PROCEED ! ‧₊˚ ┊ littlespace ! reader . fem ! reader. afab ! reader. caregiver ! Simon Riley . sickiesickie reader :c . da snifliez . reader is mentioned 2 be physically smaller den simon . not proof-read . OOC !!! simon . 1.3k words

˚₊‧꒰ 🍼 ꒱ ‧₊˚ A sniffle and a sneeze.

That is what Simon had woken up to.

There you lay, sniffly and hiccupy at the far side of the bed. You sneeze again into a tissue. A teddy bear placed on your dainty lap as you whimper meekly.

You want to be held, but you don’t want to either. Hot and icky from the fever you have just caught.

You want papa.

You turn your head around- and only then does he capture you into his strong, warm, papa-bear arms. You’re not sure if you’re grateful about the heat he radiates and produce, but you’re clearly happy to be in his arms.

He squishes you as if you were just a little teddy bear. Your cherub cheek lies on his chest as you sniffle again. “Papa..”

“I know, I know luv.” He grunts softly, murmuring soft praises of affections in your ear- so much alike of sweet serenades being hummed. He presses a firm kiss on your forehead, “You stay ‘ere, yeah? I’ll make you some-

Clearly, you did NOT want him to go. As he stood up whilst mumbling, your hand clings onto his sleeves with a soft sniffle. This elicits a soft hum. Big beady eyes stare up at him, lashes dew-dropped with tears from the discomfort you were feeling as of now.

His heart pangs. He hates seeing you like this.

“Wan’ papa.” You simply state, shaking your head stubbornly. Clingy girl.

“Luv, I have to..” He trails on when he sees that sad look on your face. Much alike of a baby puppy seeing her owner at the door, closing it in front of her face. He clears his throat, calloused fingers coming to rub off the dew-drops that stain your chubby cheeks. For your sake and his, he has to be firm.

You begin to tear up again. Argh. He can’t do it.

Then- without a word, he grabs your fluffy burberry blanket and throws it over his shoulder. And he picks you up with the utmost care in the world- as if you yourself was just a porcelain puppy. Your little legs wrap around his waist, face in his chest, with arms around his broad shoulders.

“Papa.” You babble sweetly, nuzzling your cheek on his chest.

“Mhm. That’s me, bug.” A faint smile on his cracked lips is evident.

He plops you on the sofa, before wrapping you up in the soft blanket like a bunny nestled into its burrow.

“Y’want chicken soup with yoghurt or bananas, luv?” He calls from the kitchen.

You sneeze, peaking your head from the blanket to watch papa, “Mmm.. Yoghurt.” You hear a can being easily opened, and a slow pour to the ceramic bowls. The ones with the floral print. Your favourite bowl.

“Strawberry or.. Vanilla?” He asks with a gentle grunt.

You blink the sleepiness out of your eye. “Wan’.. Strawberry.”

You hear a low hum, indicating that he heard your little voice from afar.

You feel dizzy from the fever that had come to bite you. You feel miserable without papa. You let out a weak whimper from the sofa, “Paaapaaaa..”

“I hear ya, luv. I’m comin’ soon.” With a small plastic spoon and a bowl of chicken soup warmed up from the microwave, he comes to you with a stride brooding yet loving. He beckons for you to sit up, and you do so with a bit of trouble. You weakly crawl to him.

“‘Aaah,’ baby.” He cheekily coos. A spoonful of yummy chicken soup near your mouth. It oozes with a scent so homey and comfy, you eagerly open your mouth and allow him to put the spoon in.

But.. You droop.

You can’t taste it. At all.

You try to stiffen the tears that almost drip from your waterlines. It coats your wispy lashes as you blink multiple times to get rid of the dewdrops.

He looks at you with a sad frown, “What’s wrong, bug?”

With your frustration and sadness from just taking one spoonful- he notices, “Ah.”

“Can’t taste?” He places the spoon in the bowl to rub your head affectionately.

“Nuh-uh,” You shake your head sadly.

“‘m sorry luv,” He grabs the spoon and gently places it in your mouth again- and again, again. Until the bowl was empty, “At least you know it’s warm, yeah?”

You brighten up just a bit, “..Uhuh.”

“Warm just like your blanket,” A soft squish to your cheek. This elicits a hoarse giggle from your throat- and a soft sneeze.

“Still want the yoghurt?”

You look down at your fuzzy socks, tiny tots wiggling from inside out of pure boredom. “Uhm.. mhm.”

“Good girl.” He brings the yoghurt to your mouth. You can’t taste it, but at least it makes your throat feel just a bit better.

“Tummy full now..” You babble sweetly.

“Mhm? That right, bug?” Standing up to go put the dishes in the sink to wash up quickly, he does. He throws the empty yoghurt tub in the bin with a quick step on the pedestal of the trash-can.

“Luv?” He calls out for you from the kitchen-area.

“?” You peak your head from the blanket again, staring at him with those sleepy baby eyes of yours.

“Y’know I love you..”

Suspicious arises in your tummy. “..Uhuh.”

You squint your beady eyes, a tiny cough escaping your throat.

“And I want what’s best f’ you..”

“…Oki.”

“And.. you want what’s best f’ yourself, don’t you?”

Smart little girl you were. “Nuh-uh.” You don’t want to drink pills.

“Bug..” He frowns, “Just one.”

“It’ll make you feel much better baby, I promise you.” He grunts, filling up a cup of water. He feels bad for doing this- but for your sake.

You can’t help the whine escaping your lips. It’s hard enough to swallow things whilst sick!!!

“No no noooo,” You shake your head as he strides closer with the medicine. You try to back away, even holding the blanket closer to you, but you could not get out of this. Not one bit.

“..Yes, yes, yes,” He plops the medicine in your mouth and- dunks the water as soon as he could.

You sniffle and force yourself to drink it up. You shake your head vigorously, low pigtails bobbling about.

“Bad papa, bad bad..” You rub the sleep in your eye yet again.

He squints his eyes at you, “Oi.”

You meekly look at him, “Sorry..”

He softens up a bit, before pulling your burrito-wrapped self near his frame.

“You’ll be okay soon, luv.” And he presses a soft kiss on your forehead. A squeeze from his arms made you feel much better, as you rest your little head on him yet again.

“My good girl, so strong.” He grumbles out. The praise makes your cheeks bloom like a flower. Your papa-bear. With his warmth, you can’t help but shyly cuddle into his toned-self. You feel just a bit better since you were in his arms, and you were fed a yummy meal. But alas, the everlasting feeling of sickness always comes at you from behind, and catches you off-guard. It makes you broody and crabby.

“Daddy?”

“Mmhm?” He hums gently, watching you play with his much larger fingers.

“My tummy feels dizzy,” You hiccup.

“Dizzy?” He questions, amused.

“Uhuh..” A tiny ‘achu’ escapes your lips. A chuckle rumbles out of his chest at your little sneeze, which causes a glare sent his way.

“Not funny, papa.”

“Mm.. Just a bit, bug.”

[ofthemorningstars]

Nap Time

TerzOmega ~ Domestic Family Fluff

730 words

Ao3 Version

It's nap time in the TerzOmega household, and everyone is still getting used to their new routine following the birth of their second child.

Content Warning: implied mpreg(cis), mention of pregnancy complications

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It was the early afternoon when Starlight started to get cranky. Right on schedule.

Omega wasn’t surprised; his first child, now a precocious three year old, was blessedly predictable, as far as young children went. His youngest, still a newborn, was not quite so easy-going yet, and after nearly an hour of trying to settle her down for her nap, Astrid and Terzo were finally asleep in their bedroom.

Omega knew he’d likely have to sit and read to Star for about ten minutes before she fell asleep, so he ran to the bathroom first, telling her to stay put. When he returned, of course, she was nowhere to be found. Omega sighed and began hunting for her, checking her room first, hoping to find her waiting with a book. He grimaced when he found her bedroom empty.

As he passed his and Terzo’s room, he glanced through the half-open door, not expecting to find her there as he thought she knew better than to disturb her sister, but he had to backtrack, doing a double take. There was Starlight, laying with her head on the shoulder of a still-sleeping Terzo, eyelids heavy and sucking her thumb.

Omega’s heart melted at the sight. Silently he crossed the room to them, gently sitting on the bed, taking care not to shift too much and risk waking his sleeping husband. Terzo needed all of the rest he could get, since the birth of Astrid. They both did, really, but Terzo had so much anxiety after she was born that he had been struggling hard to fall asleep. He’d come closer to dying once again this time than either of them liked to admit, and they had reluctantly agreed that their second child would have to be their last. The experience had shaken them both.

Omega put a hand to Starlight’s head, brushing her silvery white hair out of her eyes.

“My little Star baby, we need to let Papa and Astrid sleep. Come on, we’ll go nap in your bed,” Omega spoke softly to the toddler. Starlight shook her head, curling up closer to her Papa and clinging to his shirt with the hand that wasn’t in her mouth. Omega couldn’t help the tender smile that threatened to overtake his face.

He couldn't bring himself to be upset with his daughter for wanting to be close to her Papa. He was sure it had been a difficult adjustment, having to share her parents’ attention with a new baby, even though she loved her little sister. Guilt tugged at him. 

Rather than argue and risk causing a commotion, he decided it would be smarter to settle down beside them, placing a hand on his daughter’s back, rubbing slowly. Soon her breathing deepened, became more steady. Even as he was drifting off himself, he couldn’t wipe away the grin. He allowed his eyes to close, grateful for this peaceful moment together as a family.

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Terzo opened his eyes groggily, trying to get his bearings. He became aware of his body in increments, eventually noticing the weight pinning his right shoulder. He looked down in confusion, vision still blurry. All he could see was white.

He propped himself up on his opposite elbow, trying to get a better look. His heart sang when he recognized his daughter’s face, looking positively angelic as she slept with her head in the crook of his arm. He chuckled warmly, kissing the crown of her head. He had missed getting as much time with her as he used to, but he knew it would level out once Astrid wasn't as high-demand as she was now. He hoped she realized that this imbalance in attention was temporary; his Star would always be his baby. 

It was then that he noticed Omega’s sleeping form behind her, his hand still resting on her back. Terzo’s stomach did a backflip; all of them sleeping soundly in the same room was a rare sight indeed. He turned his head, craning his neck to check on Astrid in her bassinet, humming happily when he saw that all was well.

Terzo took a moment to reflect on the last few years, on all of the impossibilities that they had overcome, on how lucky they had been. The gratitude soaked bone-deep. He let the warmth he felt in his chest overtake him, lulling him back to sleep.

[reashot]

Jaune Hunting Season. (Feat. Wolf Faunus Ruby.)

Papa Arc: Wake up Son we're going hunting!

Jaune: But dad I don't want to go hunting!

Papa Arc: Son. I'll pretend I didn't hear you. There is nothing more noble and honorable than shooting a defenseless animal with a high powered rifle.

Jaune: Dad killing animals is wrong and barbaric.

Papa Arc: What wrong is you not getting your butt inside my car right this instance.

Jaune: No dad I won't do it.

Papa Arc: Oh I see. As a father I need to respect my children's wishes... Sike! *snatch & tie Jaune up like a hog* You're going on a hunting trip with me boy and that's final. Besides we hardly bond together lately.

Jaune: That's because of stuffs like this dad! Why can't we just bond over board game or something boring like that?

Papa Arc does not listen to what his son have to say and just place Jaune in his car. And before they know it they already in their hunting gears.

Papa Arc: Okay Jaune we will meet up here later this afternoon. For now go ahead and find something to shoot. I'll be right here setting up camp. And be careful around this part I set up trap around this area since yesterday. If you found one caught in my trap go ahead and put it out off its misery.

Jaune: Okay dad. I'll be going... (Finally I'm out of there.)

With a rifle in hand. He walks into the wood, not to hunt but to mostly get away from his dad's venal attempt in trying to turn him into a man.

??? : *howling in pain*

Jaune: What was that?

He said despite knowing that there's only one animal that can make that kind of sound and they are in pain. With haste Jaune runs as fast as he can to the direction of the sound.

Wolf Ruby: *snarl. Yelping in pain* 🐺

Jaune sees a small wolf Faunus girl having her leg been caught inside a bear trap.

Jaune: Oh poor girl. Here let me help you out...

Ruby: Get away from me human!!! *clawing Jaune's eyes out*

Jaune: I-it's okay girl. I'm trying to help you out.

Ruby: No! You're lying. All humans are liar and murderer! Human is the reason my mom is dead!!!

Jaune: I'm sorry about your mother. But I'm not like that. I'm trying to help you. Look see. I'm dropping my gun and I swear I will not harm you. I just need you to allow me to touch you for a second so I can get your leg out from the bear trap.

Ruby: *growl* Fine! But no funny business mister.

Jaune: Okay here goes... *gently removes Ruby's leg from the bear trap*

Ruby: Ahh!!!

Jaune: Shh.... *Rub Ruby's head* there you go... Good girl, good girl...

Ruby: 🤯

Sometimes later....

Papa Arc: There you are son! Where have you been?

Jaune: Dad, you don't mind if I bring a friend home right?

Ruby: *Hugging Jaune's arm* Hello mister Jaune's dad. My name is Ruby and I already Marked your son as my mate. 💕

Papa Arc: I see.... Ruby would you mind if we have some time alone together? You know seeing that we will be in-law after all.

Ruby: I see no problem with that. Lead on Jaune's dad.

The two walks into the secluded area of the forest...

Papa Arc: So Ruby. You and my son, huh. How did you two met?

Ruby: Oh it's nothing to talk about really. Jaune saved me from a trap laid by a human then he used his semblance to heal me. He was so patient with me and so kind that I can't help but want him to be my mate... 😊

Papa Arc: I see interesting... By the way was your mother's name Summer Rose?

Ruby: Yeah, Summer Rose was my mom. Why did you ask?

Papa Arc: Because... *points his gun* I killed your mother.

Ruby: W-what?

*bang!*

[emyluwinter]

Lilia and Yuu should found a club of "single parents" with a difficult past. You can't out-argue me.

Lilia rubbing her sore back and drinking tea - They grow so fast, don't they? Yuu - Your boys, at least they don't try to bite off your leg in your sleep, thinking it's tuna. And they don't eat dangerous things. Lilia - HA! It's nothing compared to the frozen castle and the menacing bear at my house. Yuu - . . . touché

Yuu - Director swore again that we did not let him into our "secret club" Lilia - Requires the approval of both of us, what makes you constantly refuse him? Yuu - A sense of self-preservation. Lilia- Pft…..Fair. But did he give you shelter and food? Yuu - I might as well call Idia and Ortho the brothers who put this house in order, with great enthusiasm and sincerity. Lilia - I'm sure Ortho would be very happy to add to the family.

Lilia - Vil asked me today about application to join the club. Yuu - I don't see the reason. He has a "Papa Bear" in the person of a Rook. More than enough to handle the kids. Lilia - Epel broke a broom this week. Yuu-Oh, I heard from Jack. He's still alright, isn't he? Lilia - Epel broke a broom when he hit another student on the head. Yuu - . . . Let's leave his application under review.

Yuu - Now Azul is eager to join our club. Vil- I thought he was good with the twins? Yuu - You know that octopus bites are poisonous, right? I haven't found out all the details yet, but Floyd stayed in the infirmary after that. Lilia - I think I heard that their restaurant was closed because Jade threw a chair into the ceiling with such force that it got stuck there. Yuu - Yes, they still can't get him out. I suggested making an "art object" out of it Vil - My thoughts that one child would set a good example to another was completely wrong. Yuu and Lilia in chorus. - this is an outright lie.

Vil- My strength is gone. Why is it so difficult with him?!? Yuu and Lilia - Patience, man. Yuu. - At least yours doesn't set the dorm on fire. Lilia. - Or. It does not threaten to kill someone with lightning, and twice. Viil - . . . I'm starting to wonder how you deal with them at all. Yuu - An outright miracle. Lily - And a ban from the underworld on admission . Yuu - So you were forbidden to visit the world of the dead after that incident? Lily - To tell the truth, I was not so eager to go there, I just wanted to retire peacefully… Vil - Retire and go to another world are two different concepts, Lilia Yuu - after such a life, it's already the same thing.

[ghostchems]

lovers led astray, an upiór sequel

part two - thorns of love

sister imperator gives you a new responsibility. copia rubs salt in a fresh wound.

author's note: you do not have to read upiór before this but i would recommend it. this chapter… i went hard with some very mean and cruel things and ya know what. i love it. cardinal copia x f!reader. 18+. mdni. fucking on a desk, angst, a toxic as fuck relationship, etc. etc. 4.5k words. read part one here. ao3 link.

“Sit with me.” Sister Imperator pats the space on the pew beside her. You look to her then the space then to her again, lips pressed into a thin line. How can you leave the past in the past when the one who ordered the executions demands your attention every single day? Hours and hours of working together with so much unsaid between you. You clench your jaw — part of your job is to be beside her. She must know how you feel. The tension is palpable. You keep your eyes trained ahead of you on the pulpit.

“Cardi mentioned that you went to see him last night.”

Rat!

Your head snaps in her direction, eyes wide with shock. He told her? Does he tell her everything? You recover quickly, smoothing out the wrinkles of your dress, red today.

“Yes.” Blinking, feigning a bit of confusion as to why it seems like something to bring up. "Is there a problem?" You ask, trying to keep your voice steady.

Sister Imperator's eyes narrow slightly, but she smiles. "No, not at all. I was just curious. Cardi sounded… happy about it.” You nod, unsure of what to say next. The silence stretches between you, heavy and uncomfortable. Finally, she speaks again, her voice softer this time. "I know it hasn't been easy for you. This transition and all. But Cardi cares for you. I care for you.”

You clench your jaw again. "It's my duty. For the glory of Satan,” you say, the words feeling hollow even as you speak them.

She reaches out, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Duty or not, you don't have to bear it alone. If you ever need to talk, I'm here."

Her words catch you off guard, and for a moment, you consider opening up to her. But then, the memories of the past come flooding back, of how she made a spectacle of a certain Papa’s death — removing the head to prove a point. You swallow these feelings down, your face going blank.

"Thank you.” You say simply, turning your gaze back to the pulpit. “He should be starting soon.”

A hush falls over the congregation as Cardinal Copia steps into view in his red cassock. His gaze sweeps over the crowd, lingering for a moment on you and Sister Imperator. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. When he opens them again they crackle with an undeniable energy. His powerful voice fills the room as he begins to speak. "My dear brothers and sisters, today we gather to reaffirm our devotion to the Dark Lord and to each other."

His gaze settles on you, intense and penetrating. The weight of his stare makes you blush, shifting in your seat as you avert your gaze. He continues on with his sermon as you try to steal a glance at Sister Imperator. Her expression is unreadable, a mask of composure but no light behind the eyes. You wonder if she’s even listening. Cardinal Copia's voice crescendos, drawing your attention back to him. "Let us remember that our strength lies in our unity, in our unwavering commitment to the Dark One. Together, we can overcome any obstacle, face any challenge, and emerge victorious."

The congregation responds with a resounding "Nema," their voices echoing through the room. You join in, feeling a renewed sense of purpose, the usual outcome of one of the Cardinal’s services. That is, until reality comes crashing down. As the service concludes, you rise from the pew to migrate to the atrium for the usual mingling. You have to be seen now, have to dedicate time to conversation amongst the masses. Making your way through the crowd, you catch snippets of conversation - hushed praise about the Cardinal's sermon, speculation about upcoming rituals, and the usual gossip that flows through the congregation. You paste on a polite smile, nodding and exchanging brief pleasantries with those who approach you.

Sister Imperator finds her way beside you, her gaze steady and unwavering as she rests her hand on your arm. “Remember what I said," she murmurs, her voice barely able to be heard over the rustle of the crowd. "You don't have to bear it alone." You nod slowly, knowing full well you'll never take her up on her offer. “Are you all set to take Nihil back to his quarters?"

You nod again, a tight smile on your face. "Yes, I'll take care of it." There’s relief in your voice — relieved that you’ve been given the okay to leave. You’re light on your feet, wanting to get as far away from her and also get this over with. You want to be back in your office, enjoying the only place you get peace and quiet. Mountain trails after you like a ghost, having stayed off to the side. The ghoul is perhaps the most welcome companion to you in all the Ministry right now, despite their very presence reminding you how eyes were always on you.

You manage a warm smile as you reach Nihil, seated alone in the pulpit with his cane in his lap. “Papa Nihil, are you ready to go to your room?”

The old man's cloudy eyes fix on you, his blank expression turning into a scowl. "Ah, yes," he rasps, his voice dripping with unexpected venom. "I suppose it's time for my daily confinement." He grips his cane tightly, knuckles turning white. "Seestor doesn't even have the decency to walk me to my room herself."

You bite your tongue, having your own grievances with Imperator but you know the smart thing is to keep them to yourself. Nihil reaches his hand up for assistance, and you carefully help him to his feet. A wheeze escapes his lips as he holds up a finger, signaling for a moment while he fumbles for his oxygen. He takes a deep breath of it and for a moment, you are happy to help him.

Then he continues to speak.

"That Cardinal," Nihil spits, "he's leading this church to ruin, mark my words. And you.” He turns his piercing gaze on you, his eyes suddenly clearer than before. “Fraternizing with him like that. It's disgraceful." Your mouth falls open, mind blank from his scathing words. He knows nothing about you, and it's clear he's oblivious to the truth.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Papa," you say with feigned sweetness. His words clearly struck a nerve, but you refuse to let him see how much they affected you.

"Yes, I'm just a senile old man, aren't I?" Nihil sneers. "Go on then, help that rat. I'll ensure he never ascends to Papa while I'm still breathing—just you watch." He wheezes again, taking another breath from his oxygen as you start to lead him to the back corridor. You hadn't known he felt this way about Copia but considering how he treated his own sons, it doesn't seem too surprising. "You must be as power-hungry as Sister, hm? Making the beast with two backs with twomembers of clergy leadership?”

You stop dead in your tracks, your face flushing with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. Such cutting words from a frail man. The urge to abandon him here—alone in the hall with no guide to his quarters—is strong. Despite being a terrible person in your own right, you can't bring yourself to do it. It would be far too cruel. You open your mouth, about to tell him off when a piercing screech penetrates your brain. Vision blurs for a moment, the world spinning around you. The sounds fades just as quickly as it manifested, leaving behind a dull ache in your temples.

"For fuck's sake, ghoul!" Nihil snaps, glaring at Mountain and wagging his cane. The ghoul shrinks back, shoulders hunched in apology. Your eyes fall on him, those empty, emotionless voids looking back at you. Yet, you feel a wave of calm washing over you, as if emanating from the ghoul himself. You take a deep breath, letting the ghoul's calming influence wash over you. Nihil grumbles beside you, reminding you of the task at hand. You help him into his quarters, your jaw clenched tightly to keep your mouth shut.

Wordlessly, you shuffle him into his quarters, guiding him to his bed. "You'll see, child. This church will crumble under that rat's leadership,” he rasps, another attempt at getting under your skin. You pause at the doorway, your hand gripping the frame tightly.

Without turning back, you reply with a cold, "Goodnight, Papa Nihil.” The door clicks shut behind you, already feeling a weight being lifted from your shoulders. Mountain isn’t visible but you can feel him around you. Part of you wants to ask him to be seen so that you can thank him. From Ghoulish Glimpses, you’ve read that ghouls can communicate through a form of telepathy, allowing them to share thoughts and emotions without speaking. This ability seems to extend beyond just other ghouls, as some humans are sensitive to their energy.

Your temples still throb and your blood boils from Nihil’s words as you stride down the corridor to your office, teeth gritted in frustration. Why do Nihil's words affect you so deeply? He's nothing more than an irrelevant old man meddling in ministry affairs. This is the same man who allowed his own sons to be sacrificed for the cause, belittled them, and now continues the trend with Copia. He acts as if he could do a better job himself, when he can barely see where he's going due to his cataracts. An old fool. You ponder how the general members remains uaware of his true nature—as you once were. Until... well, until.

"Are you alright, amore?" Copia's gentle voice pulls you from your thoughts, his sudden presence startling you. You stare at him silently as your mind settles. A moment passes, and you sense Mountain's presence fading, slipping into the shadows to afford the two of you privacy. You hadn't expected to see Copia again so soon, much less find him lingering outside your office.

"I just walked Nihil to his quarters," you sigh, averting your gaze. “Sister asked me to take on the responsibility but… he’s far more bitter than I thought.”

Copia's eyes betray a hint of knowledge—though you're unsure if he'll share it. He reaches out, his hand gently resting on your arm. "Ah, I see. Papa Nihil can be... challenging at times. Did he say something to upset you?" His voice is soft, tinged with genuine concern and a spark of protective anger.

"He... he said some things about your leadership," you admit, your voice tight with suppressed anger. "Some things about you and I." You watch as Copia's jaw clenches, his eyes narrowing. He stalks closer, clasping his hands behind his back, his demeanor shifting entirely. He's truly a vision of the Devil himself—having shed his cassock for a his more casual red outfit, complete with matching gloves and shoes. His eyes burn with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. You can't help but feel a twinge of arousal.

His voice drops to a low, dangerous purr as he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "Tell me, cara mia, what exactly did that old man say?" His gloved hand trails along your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He knows you're drawn to him like this—dark and dangerous.

"Does it matter?" you reply, your voice low with desire. A blush spreads across the Cardinal's cheeks as he presses closer, his arm snaking around your waist. You melt into his touch, your bodies fitting together perfectly—a fact you both love and resent.

"Mmm, perhaps not," he murmurs, his voice a seductive rumble. His lips brush against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. Your anger melts away, replaced by a different kind of heat. "Tell me, did you enjoy my sermon today?" Copia asks, his nose trailing down your neck with a low growl. "You inspired me to speak about unity — about how strong we are together." You shudder as his tongue presses against your jugular, eyes falling shut for a moment.

"Are you still trying to make amends for neglecting me last week?" You tease as you run your fingers through his soft brown hair.

“Among other things,” he murmurs, his grip on you tightening. Your chest tightens, the air catching in your lungs. You’re not sure anything will ever fix what Copia has done. His lips find yours, silencing your thoughts with a passionate kiss. You allow yourself to forget, to be swept away by the heat of his touch. The passion between you is undeniable, it always has been.

"Where have you gone off to, gattina?" he purrs against your mouth, his teeth grazing your bottom lip. "Come back to me." Copia's voice is hypnotic, drawing you in. Unable to resist, you part your lips and lean into another kiss, your fingers lightly tugging at his hair. He growls against you, pressing his hand flat against your back to hold you close.

Copia breaks the kiss to trace a fiery path down your neck with his teeth, igniting your senses. You arch into him, a deep moan escaping as desire consumes you. He awakens something primal within—a dark, visceral force that draws you back time and again. No one has ever made you feel this way, not even Papa. It's as if a switch flips the moment the Cardinal’s hands touch you, the smoothness of his leather gloves breaking your composure.

"You're already craving more of me?" You purr before letting out a sharp gasp as he bites down where your neck meets your shoulder. You press closer, your hand drifting down his chest, continuing lower until your fingers brush along his hardening length through his trousers. Copia groans, his hips instinctively pressing forward into your touch.

"Ah, amore," he breathes, his voice husky with desire. "You know I can never get enough of you." His gloved hand glides down your back, cupping your ass and pulling you flush against him. Heat surges within you, your eyes growing hazy as your fingers work to deftly unbutton his trousers, freeing his straining cock. Copia's breath catches as you wrap your hand around him. He groans, hips bucking into your touch while you stroke him slowly, teasingly. A thrill courses through you—the power you hold over him is intoxicating. Your eyes glaze over as you watch him unravel beneath your touch. His cock twitches in your grasp, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. You swipe your thumb over it with each stroke, eliciting ragged, shuddering breaths from Copia.

Suddenly, a growl rips from his throat. He grabs you by the waist, fingers digging roughly into your sides, and lifts you onto your desk. Papers scatter to the floor as he positions himself between your thighs. His lips crash against yours, passionate and demanding, as his hands work to hike up your habit. You can feel his cock pressing against your heat. "Tell me you want this," Copia snarls, his mismatched eyes boring into yours with sheer lust. "Tell me you want me."

"Yes," you breathe, your voice husky with desire. "I want you, Copia. I need you." Your hands slide up his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you pull him closer. The heat between you is electric, consuming you. With another growl, Copia captures your lips again in a searing kiss, his hands roaming your body with urgency. You moan into his mouth, arching against him as he presses you further onto the desk. Fingers trail along the edges of your panties before pushing them aside. He groans at the sight of you, thick with longing. You tighten your legs around his waist to force him closer, the head of his cock pressing against your throbbing cunt.

You whimper with need, your hips rocking against him impatiently. "Please, Copia," you beg, your voice a breathy whisper. "I need you inside me now." His eyes darken with lust as he positions himself at your entrance. With one fluid thrust, he sheathes himself inside you, drawing a gasp of pleasure from both of your lips. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as he begins to move, his thrusts deep and deliberate. The desk creaks beneath you with each powerful roll of his hips. The sensation of him filling you completely sends shivers of ecstasy through your body. Copia's breath is hot against your neck as he whispers words of adoration in Italian, his voice husky with passion.

He had bragged to you that sinning came naturally to him—especially lust. His connection with Asmodeus was particularly strong, rivaling even his devotion to Lucifer in prayer. Growing up in an abbey and traveling for months at a time to spread the satanic gospel led to numerous encounters with siblings and ghouls alike. These experiences honed his abilities, allowing him to praise the old one in the most intimate way he knew. You wonder if this was his method of forging connections during his limited time with others. Now, you can't help but feel a twinge of possessiveness. You have him all to yourself, after all.

"You like it when I'm rough, si?" He bares his teeth and slips one hand into your hair, caressing it gently before his grip tightens. Your mouth falls open, but you can't respond—cut off by his forceful thrust. Wet sounds fill the room as a whimper escapes your lips. Your nails dig into his back, clawing at him desperately. The pleasure builds within you, a tightening coil in your abdomen about ready to snap. Copia's thrusts become more erratic, his breathing ragged against your ear as he nears his own release. “Like w-when I fuck you like this? So hard that you can hardly even speak? When I m-make you mine, over and over?" His voice drops to a low, dangerous growl as he punctuates each word with a hard thrust. You can only nod frantically, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your body. The dam within you finally breaks, and you cry out in ecstasy as waves of pleasure wash over you. Copia follows soon after, his hips stuttering as a shattered groan falls from his lips. His cock pulses inside you, filling you with his seed.

For a moment, you both remain still, comfortable in each others arms. As your breathing steadies, you become acutely aware of your surroundings—the scattered papers on the floor, the creaking desk beneath you, and Copia's warm body still pressed against yours. He withdraws from you slowly, his movements gentle despite the lingering passion. He helps you off the desk, steadying you as you find your footing. With a tender touch, he smooths down your habit, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Amore," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "You are exquisite." His words, though sweet, carry a weight that settles in your chest. A sense of shame fills you after each intimate encounter with him—a feeling you can't seem to shake. Papa Terzo is gone, having nearly killed you before being sent to the depths of hell. You have more than enough justification to be with his killer, and yet… Your thoughts are interrupted by Copia picking you up and bringing you over the couch. He’s so gentle, planting you on the cushion before sitting beside you. A comfortable silence falls over you.

"Are you going to run and tell Sister again?" you finally quip, settling next to him with a sigh. His grip on your hand tightens, his expression turning serious.

"Sister Imperator saw my potential and has mentored me all my life," he says quietly, his thumb gently caressing your skin. "I'm sorry, but... I truly didn't have anyone else to tell about your visit. It made me very happy, and I wanted to share the news with someone." You feel a pang of guilt from your comment, your eyes softening. This feels like a glimpse of the Copia you once knew—the shy new Cardinal you often found eating alone in the dining hall. You'd always assumed he was too invested in his work to socialize, but now you know differently.

Copia opened up to you shortly after upending your life. He had no family. For as long as he could remember, he'd been a member of the Church of Satan, spending his childhood at the ministry headquarters in the Italian countryside. The realization struck you then—this wasn't just an organization he led; it was the only home he'd ever known. It reminded you of how Terzo would gloss over most aspects of his life when recounting his adventures, yet everything always circled back to the Clergy, the Church, and his brothers.

Perhaps they are more alike than you initially realized.

"I didn't realize you two were so close," you murmur, nestling closer to him. You knew that they conspired together, that they had some sort of agreement to seize power but you didn’t know it went beyond that.

"She's been... a constant in my life," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "When I had no one else, Sister was there." His gaze meets yours, his mismatched eyes revealing a lingering sadness. "Now I have you, just as I've always wanted." His eyes blaze with a possessive intensity that makes your knees weak.

"She won't... gossip, will she?" you ask, a hint of worry creeping into your voice.

Copia chuckles softly, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "No, dolcezza. Sister Imperator may be many things, but a gossip she is not. Your secrets—our secrets—" His eyes sparkle. "Are safe with her." He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. His touch is comforting, but you can’t shake the unease you feel. Thrust into this role you never wanted because it's what he wanted. But can you blame him? You shake your head, trying to dispel these conflicting thoughts. Copia's presence is both a comfort and a source of turmoil. His devotion to you is undeniable, yet you are constantly reminded of the circumstances that brought you together.

"Does she... tell Papa Nihil things?" You circle back to your earlier concern, your voice soft and pleasant as you slip into the role he expects from you. He melts against you, his body relaxing as he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck. Copia may be able to reduce you to a mewling puddle but you can play him right back.

“They have their own… odd relationship. What did he say about us, amore?” He presses a kiss just below your ear, sending a shock of arousal through you.

“I am just wondering… he seems to not be as in charge of things as so thought.” You hum, fingers drifting up the back of his neck to card through his hair. “Selfish, even.”

"He's not an honorable man," Copia snaps, jerking his head up. "Do you have something to say to me?" he hisses, his hand shooting out to grab your face. Your eyes widen at his sudden aggression, a heady mix of fear and excitement coursing through you. The shift in his demeanor is jarring—a stark reminder of the darkness that has always lurked beneath the surface. You swallow hard, your heart thundering in your chest as you meet his intense gaze. There's a wild gleam in his eyes, as if daring you to play along.

"And what if I do?" you whisper, your voice low and challenging. Your fingers trace along his jawline, causing his eyelids to grow heavy and his grip on your face to loosen. Your lips twitch into a smirk as your nose brushes against his. "I just had... higher hopes for leadership, is all."

Copia's eyes flash dangerously at your words, a mix of amusement and challenge in his mismatched gaze. His grip on your face tightens ever so slightly, his thumb tracing your lower lip. "Higher hopes, eh?" he purrs, his voice low and husky. "That's precisely why we're here, amore." He drags his thumb down your lip, eliciting a soft exhale as you lean into his touch. His eyes soften. "I was chosen for a reason, no? To change the church for the better—to usher in a new era, to leave... the Emeritus bloodline in the past."

Your nostrils flare as anger flashes in your eyes. How dare he speak this about the Emeritus bloodline to you so flippantly? Your entire demeanor changes as your blood simmers from his words. "Get out," you snarl.

Copia's eyes widen in surprise at your sudden outburst. He takes a step back, his hands raised. "Amore, I didn't mean to—" he starts, but you cut him off with a sharp glare.

"Get. Out!" you explode, rage consuming you. How dare he? How dare he?! He's flaunting his victory, rubbing salt in your wounds without a shred of remorse.

Copia recoils at your outburst, his face a mix of shock and hurt. He opens his mouth to speak, but thinks better of it, instead turning on his heel and striding towards the door. As he reaches for the handle, he pauses, his shoulders slumping. Without another word, he slips out of the room, leaving you alone with your anger and the echoing silence.

You cradle your head in your hands and release a trembling sigh. Copia's behavior reminds you of a child at times—oblivious to the impact of his words. You roll your eyes as the thought that he may not be so different than Nihil croses your mind. And he claims to be so different. You lean back on the couch and swing your legs up to lay down, suddenly feeling exhausted. It will be another lonely night, you think as you curl up on the cushion, reaching for my blanket.

Whenever things begin to feel good with Copia, he says something to remind you of what you really are to him. You’re his prisoner. As long as you remain here, you belong to him. The thought always makes you shiver, but you know you can’t leave. Could you?

Maybe.

The thought lingers, tempting and dangerous. You've never truly considered it before, but now... Now it feels like a possibility, especially if Copia continues his insensitive behavior. The idea of leaving sends a thrill of satisfaction through you—imagining how devastated he'd be. But then you remember the lengths he went to have you.

If you left, he’d never stop searching for you.

[richeeduvie]

LALO SALAMANCA MINI-DRABBLE MASTERLIST FOUR

this isn't even all of what I've written since I've last updated the masterlists bruh why didn't I do this sooner

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NACHO AND PRINCESA MAKING BREAKFAST

Princesa Having a Nightmare

She Loves Hot Cheetos

If Their Kids Listened to Metal

Claw Machines vs. Lalo

It's Never Not Making Love

Princesa's Calico Critters

They're at The Beach Again

The Wrong Eduardo

Her With Her Teddy Bear <3

Fawning Over Lalo's Beautiful Face

Pregnancy Prank :(

Watching a Horror Movie

Pregnancy Prank Part Two

Eladio's Birthday Gift!

Eladio Feeding Princesa Cake....

Bad Guys

Drunk Princesa

Father's Day!

Pretty Girl Doesn't Know She's Pretty

Painting Her Toenails

Princesa's Calico Critters (Gift From Lalo :D)

Cock With a Mustache

Praising a Postpartum Princesa

Taking a Bath

Lalo in His Stalking Era

Lalo Fighting Girl Scouts

Old Habits Die Hard

Princesa's Baby Shower

Lalo Getting Insecure With Nacho's Body

Rubbing Her Cramps

Lalo Terrorizing His Kids

Princesa Getting Mad at The Kids

Bebito Veggie Patch

What Type of Hugger is Lalo?

He Wants a Big Family

Pokemon!

Tea Party Papa

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NSFW WORKS

Princesa Not Quitting Can't Quit Blowjobs

The Cum Car

Lalo (and Nacho's) Thoughts While He Fucks Princesa

Princesa's Couch Panties

Admiring His Cock

If They Switched The Way They Cummed

Lalo Jerking Off To The Thought of Princesa

Dessert After Fucking

Nun Kink

Using His Cock Like a Pillow

Drunk Cock Princesa

Stroking Cock

Lalo Eating His Own Cum

Pounding

Horny Hormones