#sowwy I’m just tired and wanted to say something

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Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

mmafighter!sukuna ryomen x coach!reader

Part 2. The New Coach.

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Sypnosis: Sukuna Ryomen is a fighter with anger issues. Beating his ass once won't stop his shitty attitude. The training session is on. Contents: Jinx AU. Fighting. Cursed words. Sukuna is always angry. Itadori and Sukuna are brothers. Reader and Sukuna have top energy. Word Count: 2972 words. Author's Note: So I posted this in AO3 like two days ago, and I forgot to post it here lmao. Sowwy uwu

When Sukuna said he wanted to start immediately, he wasn’t joking. He ordered me to follow him to start right away. We returned to a gym full of confused fighters, witnessing the strongest fighter dragging his new coach by the arm. Nanami scolded him, telling him that he should be more careful around me, but Sukuna didn’t give a shit about it. He was really a tough one.

“You are not doing the sit-ups correctly. Don't bend your back,” I ordered as I watched Sukuna's posture like a vulture. His breath was shaking with each sit up, sweat was dripping from his forehead, and he was focusing on doing the exercise correctly. At the end of the day, he is a boxer, it is understandable that he doesn’t like leg workouts. He was visibly upset, but if he doesn’t want to be defeated by a floor fighter, he should start training and thinking like one. 

The secret to becoming a great floor fighter is flexibility. Using your legs in your favor will always lead you to the good path. Being a floor fighter requires being intuitive, and sometimes, creative. Most fighters are often used to only using their upper body to defend themselves and use their legs just to move fast, Sukuna is one of those. I needed to change his mindset. 

The sight of one of the fighters caught my attention. He must be one of the younger fighters in the gym. He was a thin, black haired boy with curious blue eyes. I didn't pay him any mind because maybe he was just a fan of Sukuna, and he was watching him and not me. 

I ordered Sukuna to do stretching exercises. Trying to reach for your toes sitting down is something that sounds easy in theory, but it's pretty hard in practice. I saw him struggling to even reach them with the tip of his fingers. Sukuna groaned under his breath, trying to do the exercise right. His black tribal tattoos stretched, following the flow of his tender skin. 

“I know you can do it,” I cheered behind him, pushing his sweaty back with my palms to make him reach further. 

I felt around his back with my curious fingers to learn his anatomy. His shoulders were wide, his shoulder blades; sharp, and his back was super tensed. It was like I was feeling a giant brick wall. My hand traveled to his shoulders, being careful enough to not tickle him. I squeezed the curvature to inspect them. 

“What the fuck are you doing?!” He yelled at me, abandoning his posture to look at me. I slapped the back of his head. 

“Look forward!” I yelled back. He squeezed his teeth to avoid saying something else, focusing again on the stretching exercise. “Can you just relax? You are tenser than a suspect of murder.” I said, pushing his shoulders downwards. 

“Sukuna is always tense, it’s in his nature.” A woman behind me said. A brunette with deep eyes and clear skin, aside from her tired violet eye bags. “My name is Shoko Ieri, I’m his physiotherapist,” she introduced herself. I introduced myself as well. She looked like a very serious and observant person. Even though she didn’t have a friendly face, I could see that she took her job very seriously. 

“Sukuna has a therapy session now,” she said. Sukuna sighed and stood up. Without seeing me or saying goodbye, he went to one of the healing rooms. I ground my teeth upon the lack of consideration, I had to remember myself who I was working with. Apparently today’s training was done. 

“It looks like you will accept the job.” Nanami approached me while I was putting away my stuff in my bag. His face was more relaxed than in the morning.

“I've wanted the job since I entered,” I answered, unwrapping the bandages off my hands. 

“Really? You didn’t look like it,” he said. 

He was right. There was an explanation for it. Last night I researched everything I could about Sukuna. If his manager told me that he goes all out to get rid of his coaches, I need to go all out as well. I had to make sure Sukuna could see that he needed me so he could maintain his champion title. 

“The key of a good coach is to make the trainee see the clear power difference. As a light heavyweight champion, Sukuna struggles to see that difference,” I explained with a wise voice. I knew what I was talking about from experiences. I was a woman in the middle of a male dominated world.

“You were planning to fight against him from the beginning?” He asked curiously. I just nodded. This was my only way to make him see and know what will be the result of his next fight if luck isn’t by his side. 

Nanami led me to his office, so I could sign my job contract under the conditions we previously talked on the phone. I had fixed schedules, which allowed me to continue teaching jiu-jitsu lessons on the weekends. The pay was excellent and made me feel like I was in the UFC again. I was happy everything went according to plan, I just needed to continue having Sukuna under my wing. 

Also, Nanami let me know that Sukuna had an upcoming fight in two months, so I had to be really strict with him so he could be ready. When I heard the name of his opponent, I knew I had to take things to the next level quickly. 

“It’s so nice having some time away from that brat,” Gojo said as he stretched his arms while sitting on the office couch. “I was praying for this day to come.” 

“What day?” I asked. 

“The day somebody kicked his ass. His ego meter has gone through the roof. I didn’t know if I could handle him anymore,” he explained, visibly irritated. 

“You don’t seem to be too fond of him,” I commented. 

“Don’t get me wrong. Sukuna is great, an amazing fighter, but he is just too stubborn,” he said. I thought the same way. His technique, adaptability, and strength were obvious. Yeah, he was an asshole, but a very impressive asshole. 

“How long have you been training him for?” I asked him, curious about how he got the job. Did he have to do something like I did?

“Sukuna and I went way back, I was his first coach. I met him when he was 12 years old.”  I knew Sukuna was 26 so that meant he had been coaching that little shit for over 14 years. 

Gojo must be a saint by this point. I bet Sukuna was one of those brats with too much energy and time on his hands. I could picture him bullying his classmates and running around the dojo while Gojo tried to give the lesson. 

“He was always like this?” 

“Nah, he was worse. His little brothers were the ones who got the nice genetics from his father.” Gojo pointed to the window to another pink-haired boy, he was with the black haired boy that caught my attention earlier. They were running on a treadmill while chatting. He had a bright smile and a friendly vibe. “A great kid. He works really hard, but Sukuna is on another level.” 

Exiting the small sports office, I made my way to the elevator to go home, but the boy with black hair and Sukuna’s little brother caught my attention again. Now, they were discreetly looking at me, whispering things to each other. I needed to know what they were whispering about. 

“Can I help you?” I asked them as I got closer to them. They looked at me with a spark of surprise in their eyes, as if I caught them in the act. 

“Hey, my name is Yuuji and my friend, Megumi, wanted to ask you something,” the friendly pinky said while pushing his friend to step forward. Yuuji seemed to be someone genuine and friendly. On the other side, Megumi was reserved and poker-faced. 

“Hi Megumi, what can I do for you?” I asked like he was a new student in my gym. 

“I saw the fight today, you are very talented,” Megumi complimented me. I didn’t know if he was being genuine or not because his voice was monotone. “I was wondering if you could give me some fighting advice,” he asked. I checked the time since I wanted to go home, but it was pretty early. I was still in the mood for some training, plus these two can be a lot of help because they knew more about Sukuna than I did. 

“I’ll do it if you buy me a sandwich later on,” I asked with a smile. They looked at each other in excitement before accepting. 

Training Megumi felt completely different to training Sukuna. Sukuna was a fierce beast with a destroyer punch, while Megumi was a strategist with a quick wit. His posture was great, his punches were connecting well, and his moves were well thought. He was punching my gauntlets with precision, following my pattern of moves. It was evident he spent a lot of time training.

“You are doing it great,” I said while attacking him with the gauntlet so he could match my speed. “But this is mixed martial arts, not fake wrestling.” 

My left gauntlet was supposed to move horizontally, signaling that he needed to dodge. Instead, I slapped him across the face and he dropped to the floor. Yuuji covered his face so as not to see his friend flop against the thin mattress under our feet. Megumi grunted, struggling to get up from the surprise attack. 

“You are talented, kid. You just need to act more by instinct and not mind, do you get it?” I asked. Megumi nodded, getting back on his feet with grace. “Let’s go. One more time,” I prepared myself with the gauntlets.  

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Sukuna asked me angrily, standing outside the area we were practicing in. Apparently, his therapy was over.  

“We are in the middle of something, don’t you see?” I asked, not paying him any mind. This wasn’t enough for him. He stomped closer to me and grabbed my wrists, trying to take my gauntlets away. I squirmed around to release from his tight grip. His hands were bigger than mine, so it was hard to get away. “What the fuck are you doing?!” I asked. I pushed him away from me with my elbow to keep distance.

“Who gave you the right to coach someone else?! You are my coach and only mine!” He yelled, catching the attention of the surrounding fighters. I scoffed as I took the gauntlets off, I wasn’t in the mood to train anymore. Megumi tried to defend me, but I stopped him. 

“My contract stipulates that I can’t coach other active UFC members and fighters. Coaching Megumi doesn’t interfere with my contract,” I explained, keeping my cool. 

“This is my fault, brother. It’s just a one time thing,” Yuuji said to Sukuna, trying to calm him down, but he was still throwing daggers at me. 

“I don’t give a shit what your contract says. If I say you quit training this little shit, you stop!” He screamed once again. 

“Megumi is a rookie and falls two weight classes under yours. He is not a threat,” I defended him. 

“But he is the son of my next opponent, you stupid bitch,” he groaned. 

This caught me by surprise. I looked at Megumi looking for answers, but I just needed to take a good look at him. The resemblance was so obvious, how I didn’t see it before? He was a compact version of Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna’s next opponent. 

I have watched Toji’s fight live and on TV, and he was a real menace in the heavyweight weight class. He fights so naturally, fighting for him is as normalized in his body as walking. He always looked so calm and bored while fighting that it was scary. 

“I only admitted him in the gym because he is Yuuji’s friend, so stop playing around and focus, or you’ll lose your job on your first day,” Sukuna threatened me. 

“Fine,”  I scoffed. Sukuna passed aside, pushing my shoulder to get back to his training. Yuuji followed him to keep trying to change his mind. I wanted to punch him so badly for the insult, but he knocked me out successfully. I humiliated him, and he humiliated me. We were even.

“I am so sorry, I should have told you before,” Megumi apologized. 

“Don’t worry, I should have noticed before. You looked like your father,” Megumi’s face softened when he saw that I wasn’t mad at him. 

“Everyone says that, do you know him?” He asked, taking his boxing gloves off. 

“Not personally, I used to train in the gym he started training in,” I explained. “He is an excellent fighter, why don’t you train with him?” Megumi shook his head at the idea. 

“He told me that if I wanted to ‘be better than him’, I should train away to get experience,” he explained. I could get behind that logic. 

“Well, I hope my advice today will help you to achieve that goal faster.” Megumi thanked me and continued with his training alone. 

A month passed by, and every training session with the champion was a challenge. Sukuna is not the type of person who likes to receive orders whatsoever, so I had to adjust my sentences every time I had to ask him to do something. For example, I have to say “Let’s do some pushups” instead of “Give me 50 pushups.” Sukuna is just a big brat waiting for a reason to throw a tantrum. I sometimes needed to remind myself why I was doing this in the first place. 

“A good kick is not just about strength, it's about precision and speed. It’s about focusing on a target.” I told Sukuna, who was focused on my words. “Show me your best kick.” I asked him while patting the punching bag. 

I stepped aside so he could have the room to himself. He breathed deeply and did a standard kick so powerful that it made the punching bag swing. It was quite impressive, and he was quite proud of himself. I applauded him for his execution. 

“Did you like that?” He asked me with a smirk. 

“Yeah, I do like it, but it was too slow. Anyone could dodge that with an arm block. You are better than that,” I said as I made him step aside from the zone. “I want a quick swipe.” I said before kicking the bag as fast as I could with perfect form. The bag barely moved, but it sounded way louder than Sukuna’s. 

I heard someone clapping behind me and I thought it was Sukuna, but I was totally wrong. It was a tall man with long, raven black and deep, piercing eyes. I could tell from his clothing that he wasn’t a fighter or a coach. He was wearing a maroon turtleneck with black pants and nice boots with a cross body bag. 

“That was a great kick,” he complimented me. 

There was an aura of mystery around him, a sense of depth that beckoned to be explored. He was like a riddle wrapped in an enigma, his heart guarded by walls built from his complex past. Yet, there was an undeniable warmth there, a flame that could ignite with the right touch. He was so hot. That aura was ruined by Sukuna of course. 

“What the fuck do you want, Choso? Can you see I am in the middle of training?” Sukuna scoffed at him. Choso’s aura completely changed from this cool, mysterious guy to a poker-faced boy who doesn’t want to deal with the king of the ring. 

“Where’s Yuuji? He asked me to bring him his lunch,” he explained as he pulled out a well wrapped lunchbox. 

“I don’t know. Maybe he is training, grabbing some water or fucking Megumi in the locker room, I don’t know.” Choso rolled his eyes and then looked at me. 

“You must be his new coach. Yuuji told me about you,” Choso greeted me with a respectful bow, which I reciprocated. 

“Oh, I see. Are you his friend?” I asked. Choso was about to answer, but then Yuuji came running up to him. 

“Hey, bro! Thanks for bringing my lunch, I was starving.” He excitedly said with a bright smile as usual. Choso smiled back at him and then checked his watch. 

“I should go back to work. It was nice finally meeting you,” Choso said goodbye and gave me a warm smile. After that, he quickly left the gym. Yuuji followed him on the way out. I followed them with my eyes until they got to the elevator. 

“I hate when people just distract me from training,” Sukuna scoffed as he practiced the kick that I showed him. 

“He was cute, who is he?” I asked him curiously. Sukuna smirked at me. 

“You are joking, right?” He asked. 

“Why would I be joking?” 

“I am not man winging my brother with my coach, hell nah!” I gasped as soon as he said that. 

“What? Your brother?” I asked in disbelief. 

“He is the middle one. Yuuji and him are pretty close,” he said before replicating my kick almost perfectly. Sukuna was a complete asshole, but he is an incredible fast learner. 

“You are not close to them too?” I asked him as I watched him prepare himself for another kick. 

“They are just another distraction,” he stated before kicking the bag perfectly. He is so insufferable sometimes. 

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Hi Mm this is socks lmao, but could I request something with reader having a horrible day where everything goes wrong, nothing feels right, and she's tired of like carrying the world and everyone one else on her back and Peter is just the sweetest guy ever babying her and hold her while she cries? Yep that's me, but with no Peter

sowwy it took so long, i had a few requests for this and put them all in one giant pot. i also hope everyone here is feeling better ❤️

Totally broken, you just needed someone to hold you. 

It had been an awful day of an awful week of an awful month. Punch after punch, you couldn’t take anymore. Holding yourself the entire walk to the frat house, only allowing yourself to sniffle and keep a steady flow of tears, nothing too hysterical to pass in public. 

Almost tripping over a curb you choke back a sob, all you could do was manually breathe and think of the path to the house. You weren’t even sure why you wanted to go there anyways, you’d never gone to Peter before all upset and choked up. 

And knowing him, he’d hate it and send you away informing you that taking care of your crying mess wasn’t in his job description. 

Focusing on breathing, you knocked at the solid door and prayed Peter would answer, save for any of his brothers mid breakdown. But, like most of today and this week, things did not go in your favor. 

“Trouble?”

He wasn’t your boy. 

“Is Peter here?” shoddy breaths, you’re about to collapse in a sob, you shouldn’t be here. “Actually, nevermind, I’m,” you inhale sharply, tears skip down your cheeks, “I’m, um, gonna go home.” 

Spinning on your heel a warm hand closed around your wrist tugging you inside, “no, you’re not. Parker would fucking kill me if I let you leave like this.” Wiping your cheeks and trying to pull away, “he wouldn’t want to deal with me, I should…” shaking his arm off and trying to make a dash before he caught you by the hood of your jacket. 

Gagging you pull at the neckline, “what the fuck, Ethan?” 

“Parker!” He calls up the stairs, adrenaline killing your tears, trying to pull away but useless in his grip. Jerking the fabric, trying to release it from his hold, “let go, Ethan!” 

“Parker!” Wincing at the shriek in your ear, “see? He doesn’t care, I sho-” 

Your shoes squeak on the floor, holding your jacket as far as you could from your neck when Ethan dragged you across the landing of the house, fumbling into his chest to stop the tension. He was being anything but gentle, raising his fist to pound at the wall. 

“Parker! Get the fuck down here!” 

While trying your last attempt to break free, Ethan twists the hood in his hold, causing you to pause in an awkward position, if you moved you’d be choked. “Ethan, I swear to fucking god I’ll-” 

“Park-” 

Stomps on the stairs.

“Say my fucking name one more time, Keznek, I fucking dare you.” 

Like a deer in headlights, you freeze. The second Peter hits the landing his frustration was washed into concern, not even caring his brother and best friend was watching, pouting all soft. You weren't crying anymore but the evidence showed, written all over your face was a cry session.

“My baby,” feathersoft, his words scooped you up and held you. Ethan’s hand dropped the second Peter took a second step, abandoning post and taking the stairs two steps at a time. Standing in front of you, his thumbs run under your eyes, “why’s my girl so sad, hm?” 

Suddenly, that lump in your throat you’ve been swallowing won’t stay down. Blinking fast trying to stop tears, which fails useless as your bottom lip trembles and he’s being so soft and he’s never been this comforting before. A sob escapes, the dam breaks. 

Peter’s never seen you cry before, you’ve called him once before while upset and he thought that hurt him. Watching you cry and desperate for air makes him break, he’s never had a girl come to him so broken. He doesn’t even know what to do or say, “give me a cuddle, c’mon, I know how happy that makes you!” 

Instantly you’re wound around him, exhaling shaky breaths in his chest while he scratches slowly at your back. Tears bleed through his shirt but he doesn’t say a word, he thinks he might be making it worse because you’re getting worse. 

Racking breaths made him push you away, he was genuinely scared you’d pass out. 

“Okay, c’mon. Take a breath and follow me, okay?” Choking as you gasp, his hand holds yours tight until you reach a room off the kitchen, Peter sits on the edge of a couch and holds your hands. “Deep breath, baby.” You try to do it but fail, whimpering an apology. “I’m not asking you to stop crying, I just need you to breathe.” 

It’s weak but he takes it, “one more for me,” it’s smoother this time, rubbing at an eye to clear your vision. Gulping, you force yourself to take another deep breath, this one ceasing the tears for the moment. 

Peter pushes himself backwards to sit on the couch, patting the small spot next to him you follow the command. Your butt in the small space, legs thrown over his lap. “You almost knocked yourself out, trouble.” 

He’s trying to lighten the mood but you just feel vulnerable and sad, resting your cheek on his shoulder you sniff. Voice breaking at the words, “I’m really sad, petey.” And fuck, he hates that nickname, but the way you uttered it, like a child with a terrible confession, made him want to hold you and never let you leave. 

Hands tickle up and down your legs, “wanna tell me why?” 

Blowing a shaky breath you shug, a tear falls when you blink. 

“I mean, everything?” To Peter, it sounds like you’re holding back and he won’t stand for it, not until he knows what made his girl cry like that. 

“I’m here for you to unload, I’m trying to take that,” he gestures to your body, “and put it here,” crumpling the tension into a ball and forcing it into his heart. 

“I failed my math test, I was fired from the campus store, Zoe and Lana are fighting and they want me to pick a side but I know they’ll get over it and then I’ll always be the asshole that chose a side, and to top it all off my sister called me and I felt like it was my job to give relationship advice cause,” you give a dry laugh, “obviously, I’m in the right position to tell people about their shit boyfriend.” 

A shit sandwich, you were right. Everything was wrong. 

“What can I do for you?” 

Because he feels helpless, but he’s done more than enough already. 

“Just… hold me.” 

“I can do that.” 

And he does, even a little longer after you said you were finally okay. 

[mellowsadistic]

Don't Talk Like A Grown-Up

Stupid little girls don’t deserve to talk like grown-ups. You don’t want to trick people into thinking you’re actually a responsible adult, do you? That would be very naughty. Wouldn’t it be better if everyone knew after just one conversation that you're nothing but a silly little baby who needs to be looked after?

Always use childish vocabulary where you can - when it doubt, ask yourself “what’s the most babyish way I can say this?” and go with that. You can also try repeating words for added silliness. Here are a few examples of how an overgrown toddler like you can make your language more appropriate:

I’m tired = I’m sleepy

I’m going to bed = It’s past my bedtime

That’s disgusting = That's yucky

I’m hungry = I want num-nums

I need the toilet = I gotta go potty

That hurts = That's ouchie

I want to masturbate = I want touchy-time

I want to cum = I want cum-cums

You can also exaggerate your baby voice by replacing L and R with W, and TH with F. Saying “pwease”, “sowwy”, and “fank-you” will make you sound utterly adorable, and nothing will melt your Daddy’s heart like an earnest “I wuv you, Da-da!”

If you want to make yourself sound even more childish, try adding meaningless rhymes to the end of some of your words. For example, “yucky” becomes “yucky-wucky” and “easy” becomes “easy-peasy”. The sillier you sound, the better.

If you still feel too mature, try abandoning language altogether. Just start cooing and gurgling and babbling in baby-talk. Enjoy how little, how helpless, how absolutely ridiculous it makes you feel. Shriek when you want something, cry when you’re upset, prattle nonsense when you’re happy. Go “goo-goo ga-ga” like an infant and I guarantee nobody will ever think of you as an adult again!

[missmeinyourbones]

haikyuu boys as icks

because my favorite thing is humbling men and fictional men are no exception | aot version & jjk version

atsumu:

does that thing where he "forgets to know your name" so he doesn't look obsessed with you, but in reality he just looks like a douchebag LOL he's comes up to you all nonchalant like "y/n, right?" as if he doesn't follow you on ig and like all of ur pics....and he thinks it makes him look so cool and popular and mysterious and then u look him dead in the eye and ur like "yeah, you're osamu, right?" he's humbled very quickly

osamu:

when he’s really tired or clingy, he talks in a baby voice :/ sometimes even refers to himself in the third person :/ just typing this rn is making me frown with disappointment. like yeah atsumu may be the more dramatic twin, but thats only bc he’s shameless in public. behind closed doors, osamu is right there w/ him. you find him pouting on the couch after a long day like “osamu wants cuddles >:(” or “can we make dinner together i’m hungwy >:(” big offender of the “sowwy” and “pwease” agenda. arrest him

suna:

is the embodiment of that one trend where you tell guys they look like they can’t swim and they get so unnecessarily defensive about it LOL. you say he “gives off a vibe that he can’t swim that well” and hes DISTRAUGHT...immediately whipping out all of his cards to prove you wrong like “obviously i can swim, wtf let’s go find a public pool rn and i’ll show you how good i can swim” also gets you back in such a ruthless way like “okay, but i can. and you look like you don’t know how to read.” feelings end up hurt on both ends :/

hinata:

whenever you guys go to the store, he holds up the line because he’s like “oh, i have a coupon for that!!! :)” but it's never convenient at all. it could be for the most minuscule or absurd products too, like toilet paper or ballpoint pens, and he’s digging through his wallet once you guys reach the register. like baby AREN’T YOU A PRO ATHLETE???? i think you can afford the extra $1.42 for granola bars. you bring up the idea of him having the coupon ready before he gets in line and he’s like “idk i don't wanna hold it for that long 🥱”

kageyama:

LEAVES HIS BEARD HAIR IN THE SINK AFTER SHAVING. oh my god, i am making myself angry rn. you rinse it out every single time and when you ask him if he knows what happens to all of his little trimmings, he’s just like “idk....i guess they just evaporate or slide down over time” when you literally clean up after him like a maid :I he makes me sick (inspired by that one tiktok of the oblivious husband and knowing wife)

bokuto:

doesnt understand politics so he just labels himself as “non-political” which comes across as him just being douchey :/ it makes him look so ignorant when he first tells you :/ like a man who thinks he’s too good to be socially and politically aware bc it doesn't affect him / when in reality, politics just really isn't his forte academically and he’s never learned the basics of it :/ because he is really smart ok i stand by this!!!! he’s a scholar and a college grad...he just only focuses on his areas of interest. take a gov course baby expand ur horizons

akaashi:

if you ask him those silly hypothetical relationship questions (the ones where you just want him to say something sweet, something that proves he loves you) he is not having it in the slightest. you ask him “would you still love me if i was a worm?” and he’s deadly serious like “no? one, that's not even possible. two, if i’m ever attracted to a worm then i need to be constrained and arrested. three, i think that’s really wrong for you to expect me to seamlessly deal with that big of a transition in our relationship--” and you have to be like OH MY GODDD OKAYYYYY IT WAS A TEST!!!  AND YOU FAILED!!!

kuroo:

millennial core LOLLLLLLL im sorry. he posts a pic of him after he gets his hair cut and captions it “just did a thing! :P” EWWWW my toes are curling rn. he takes his selfies from the highest mom facebook angle and does the signature middle aged white man smirk. if he ever films a video of himself it’s so cringy bc he does the millennial zoom in and talks as if he’s a movie protagonist. attends a single work meeting and claims he’s “adulting 😂” at the ripe age of 27

oikawa:

when he really likes you, he does that thing where he's like "you're just not like other girls/people!!!! you're so different!!!!!!" you do basic human things like don't constantly wear makeup or eat whatever you please and he's like "i love how you can be so real around me, you're so quirky <3" you shave your legs or do your hair and he’s like “baby you don’t have to do all of this for me!!!!” he’s never touched a woman in his life. self unaware king 

iwaizumi: 

swears that period cramps are not that bad and that people who get periods over-exaggerate to make men (or people who don’t get periods in general) feel guilty about not dealing with them. believes with his entire chest that “getting kicked in the balls” is equivalent to the pain of childbirth. one day you jokingly buy one of those period cramp simulator machines and hook him up to it. he's all “i’m gonna be fine babe” and “it probably just feels like a stomach ache”.... he doesnt get past the 3rd setting and is holding back tears when you finally turn it off 

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The Best We Could Ever Ask For

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Trent comes home to an upset son and an upset wife, and that’s where he steps in.

The house was exceptionally quiet when Trent entered the front door, which meant that his wife and son had already gone to sleep. He checked his watch and it showed half past ten. From what his wife had told him, it had been a long and tiring day for the son and mum, so it was only right that they were already in bed.

Trent tiptoed upstairs. After dropping his bag by the top of the stairs, he made his way to his son’s room. As he very carefully opened the door with a big wooden T nailed on it, he peeked inside, expecting to find his three-year-old sleeping.

He was surprised when he saw the boy still wide awake, blankly staring at the ceiling. Like usual, his favourite stuffed animals were laid beside him to make him comfortable, and his Liverpool blanket wrapped his little figure to keep him warm.

“Hey, little man,” Trent greeted, and the toddler shot his head to the door, looking a little alarmed. “It’s just me. Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Daddy? You’re home?” His little voice asked.

Trent entered the room and left the door ajar. “Yeah, sorry I’m home so late. Why aren’t you asleep?” He bent down to plant a kiss on his son’s forehead, then took a seat on the edge of the bed.

“I can’t sleep.”

“Yeah? Why?”

The boy pouted. He grabbed the closest stuffed animal and hugged it. Trent slightly furrowed his eyebrows because his son actually looked sad, and even worse, worried. Now what could possibly be bothering his bright little mind? Trent was dying to know, he didn’t like knowing that his little bundle of joy was having trouble sleeping because he was worried about something.

“I made mummy sad today,” he confessed.

Trent raised his eyebrows, taken aback by the answer his son had given him. “You made mummy sad today?”

He nodded his head, giving the confirmation. “I was sad a lot today, I cried a lot.”

Tantrums. What he meant was tantrums. He had many tantrums today and it must’ve taken a toll on his mother. They’d gone out with her friends today, lunch date for the mums and playdate for the kids. Trent winced, he didn’t know what actually had happened, he could only imagine how awful it must’ve been for both of them. Tantrums were already awful as it were, tantrums in public were total nightmares.

“Oh, T… I’m sorry,” Trent said as he brushed the boy’s hair out his face. “You don’t have to be sad again now, okay lad? Daddy is here. Do you want a hug?”

Little T quickly nodded. Trent smiled and helped him to get up and pull him into a warm embrace. His strong arms safely wrapped his little boy’s small figure; the boy rested his head on Trent's shoulder as his little arms clung around his neck.

Trent felt the boy melted in his hug. He caressed his back that slowly rose up and down as he breathed; Trent found himself matching the breathing pattern. It had been a long day for him too. Maybe he needed the hug more than his son, because honestly it was the thing he missed the most when he had to be away.

“I want to say sowwy to mummy,” Little T mumbled to Trent’s shoulder, but Trent couldn’t catch it.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

Trent put the boy back on the bed and he looked up to Trent with his beautiful eyes that looked just like his father’s.

“I want to say sowwy to mummy.”

The voice was small but Trent couldn’t miss the hint of sadness in it. His heart clenched, he almost choked up. What a kind soul that they were raising. Tantrums were only natural but the fact that his son understood that his tantrums could possibly hurt his mum and made him feel the need to apologise was something really important.

“How about we go to sleep now and then we’ll talk to mum in the morning. How does that sound?”

Little T nodded as he brought his stuffed animal back to his embrace. Trent put the blanket on him again as he put another kiss on his son’s forehead. “Now go to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning, yeah?”

Trent then left the room, he let out a heavy sigh right after he closed the door.

It was a weird feeling that was filling up his chest, something that he was getting familiar with lately. It’s a mixture of so many feelings, like he was touched and proud at the same time. Trent didn’t know whether it was a big thing or not. Or maybe it was just how being a dad to an amazing kid felt like.

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A little frown appeared on Trent’s face when he saw the state his wife was in. She was asleep; the blanket was still neatly folded, her hair was still tied, and she wasn’t in her sleeping attire, which meant that she’d unintentionally fallen asleep before she got ready for bed.

She stirred when Trent kissed her cheek. She’d become a light sleeper ever since their child was born, always alarmed by sounds or touches; Trent almost regretted not just letting her sleep.

“Oh, you’re home,” she mumbled with her hoarse voice.

“Hey, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He sat on the bed as she did a little stretch.

“It’s okay… God, I fell asleep, I haven’t even changed my clothes.”

“Tiring day, huh?” he asked, gently massaging her legs. He always gave her legs massages and he knew she needed it the most on days like today. “Were the tantrums bad?”

“Wait–” She rubbed her eyes, trying to get herself to full consciousness. “T told you that?”

“Yeah, he couldn’t sleep, said that he made mummy upset because he cried a lot today.”

She huffed as she sat up, brushing some strands of hair out of her face. “He had the worst tantrums,” she muttered. “He sulked all day, didn’t want to do anything, and everything I did was wrong to him. Way too many screams and tears, I felt like I was going crazy.” She frowned and sighed heavily. “In fact, I’ve actually lost it. I yelled at him. God, why did I yell at him…”

“Oh, babe… Come here.”

Trent pulled her into a hug and stroked her back, and she immediately let out a little cry.

“I’m the worst mum.”

“No, you’re not.” He quickly disapproved, quite strongly and it showed in his voice. “It’s just a bad day, that’s all.” He caressed her hair and planted a kiss on top of her head, before letting her go and searching for her face again. “You’re the best mum. The best T and I could ever ask for.”

She sniffled, before her smile rose and eventually, Trent’s did too. She looked tired, her eyes were puffy, but she looked incredibly pretty. So pretty, he suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe for a moment. And before he even knew it, he was leaning in and capturing her lips with his. He kissed her so softly, so gently, as if she was gonna break if he pushed it too hard.

But it seemed like she wanted more, because she went to straddle his hips; his hands skilfully caught her, wrapped around her waist. After a long stressful day, a bit of love from Trent was all she needed.

“I need to say sorry to him,” she said as she leaned their foreheads together, a bit breathless from the kiss.

A chuckle escaped Trent’s lips before he couldn’t even stop it. She tilted her head with her eyebrows knitted, almost offended because Trent chose to laugh when she was being extremely serious.

“It’s not funny, don’t laugh.” She playfully pushed a hand against his chest.

“Nah, nah, nah, I’m not laughing,” he shook his head. “It’s just– He said the exact same thing. He said that he wanted to say sorry to you.”

Her expression changed in a swift manner, from offended to touched. She pulled a hand to her chest as she softly gasped. “He did??” She exclaimed. Her eyes quickly started to glisten with tears.

“Yeah, I can tell that he absolutely regrets it. He also doesn’t like making his mum upset.”

“Oh, he’s such a sweet boy…”

“He got it from you.”

“And the crankiness from you. Definitely from you.”

Trent’s eyes fluttered close as he nodded. “Yep… My fault.”

She giggled as she brushed some locks out of his face with her fingers. “He’s perfect. He’s the most incredible boy,” she said.

“He is. And that’s because you’re raising him right.”

Trent meant it. He needed to be away quite a lot for work, he couldn’t deny that his wife took the bigger part of taking care of their son. He played his parts too, but he knew that Little T wouldn’t be the amazing kid that he was if it wasn’t for her. And really, he was relieved and grateful to know that his son was growing up to be an incredible person like his mum.

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A subtle smile appeared on her face when she walked down the stairs, because there were familiar giggles coming from the kitchen that immediately lifted her mood up. Her heart also warmed up when he found Trent and Little T sitting side by side at the breakfast table. Sunshine shone on them through the window and the view looked like it came straight from a movie scene.

“Good morning,” she greeted, interrupting their trains of giggles.

“Oh, good morning, mummy!” Big T said.

“Good mowning, mummy!” Little T copied.

“Wow, did daddy make breakfast?”

They were enjoying their breakfast which appeared to be some toast and bananas. And there was one full untouched plate across them.

“Yes, T helped me, didn’t you, lad?”

The little boy nodded enthusiastically as he munched on his banana. She gave him a little kiss on top of his head, before giving Trent a kiss on his cheek.

“Wow, this looks so good!” She exclaimed as she occupied the chair across them. “Thank you, baby.”

Little T smiled and nodded again. But his face suddenly dropped and he turned to his father like he was going to say something. With raised eyebrows, Trent leaned in. The boy leaned in too and whispered something in his dad’s ear.

She furrowed her eyebrows watching the scene that was happening in front of her. Was the two boys sharing a secret or something? She felt left out for a second.

“So, mum,” Trent started with a serious voice. “T wants to say something to you.” Trent turned to their son. “Go on, T.”

The little boy was looking up at her with his round, glistening brown eyes. He looked a little bit nervous, but his father was gently rubbing his back, giving him a little courage.

“I’m sowwy, mummy,” he mumbled, shifting his gaze back and forth between her eyes and the table. “I cried a lot yesterday and made you upset. I’m sowwy.”

She couldn’t handle the wave of emotions that hit her—her nose suddenly felt itchy and her eyes started to water a little bit, she was getting choked up. Yesterday was rough, it wasn’t a good day for both of them. She clearly regretted how things had gone, and knowing that her little boy felt the need to say sorry made her regret it even more.

“Oh, it’s okay, baby.” She stared at Little T with a fond gaze. “I’m sorry too, okay? I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

“It’s okay.” He nodded. “I promise I won’t cry a lot again.”

“That’s my son,” Trent said. His hand went to Little T’s curls to ruffle it. He glanced at his wife and she also had a proud look hinted all over her face. They shared a smile that pretty much said “he was the best son we could ever ask for”.

“Hey, I have an idea,” Trent turned to his son and caught his full attention right away. “How about we let mummy rest at home today, and we go somewhere. Do you want to go to the toy store?”

Little T’s eyes lit up at the mention of his most favourite place in the whole world—well, maybe after the backyard where he could spend forever playing footie. He instantly nodded his head, quite enthusiastically.

“Can I buy a car?” He pleaded not only with his voice but with his entire face, drawing a chuckle from Trent.

“Yeah, of course,” Trent answered. Little T grinned and continued to munch on his toast. “And we can pick up some muffins for mummy on our way back.”

Her head perked up, lips slightly curving into a wider smile. And she wasn’t lying when she said she could suddenly smell the sweet scent of freshly-baked apple cinnamon muffins, which she actually would love to have right now. A glass of iced coffee would be the best pair. Trent and T could play cars inside, and she could sit by the pool with a book, muffins, and coffee. It really sounded like a perfect Friday plan.

“Thank you, baby,” she said as she extended her hand across the table. Trent took it and caressed his thumb on the back of her hand, mumbling “not a problem, baby” as he did.

“Daddy, can I have more bananas, please?”

Little T’s request brought Trent’s attention back to him. “Yeah, sure,” he said, wasting no time to go back to the kitchen. She started enjoying her toast as her eyes followed his movement, and kept following him when he cut some more bananas for their son.

Her heart was full. Joy was wrapped around her heart watching her husband taking care of their little one and knowing that he was willing to spend time with their son on his day off so she could have time for herself.

She knew she was lucky. Little T was kind of an unplanned gift that they’d received and back then, she hadn’t known if they were ready to be parents—she hadn’t known if Trent was ready to be a dad. She didn’t expect much but since day one, Trent exceeded all the expectations that she didn’t even dare to make. He’d always proved that he was a good dad.

And truly, Trent was the best dad T and she could ever ask for.

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i think this is my first dad trent fic? boyfriend trent can step aside for a second😂 i've been working on 3 trent fics at the same time so it's nice to finally finish one of them and post it!! this took me long to finish, left in on the draft and come back to it so many times because i wasn’t sure what to do with it, not to mention the occasional writer’s block😂 this is how it turned out and i hope you enjoyed it!

comments, feedback, reblogs will be much appreciated! thank you so much😊❤️

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No Time Like The Present

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Genre: FLUFF GALORE

Warnings: none... maybe like one (1) mention of smut at the end

Requested: nope

Summary: On a mission, Sam, Bucky and Steve somehow get turned into one year old babies. Mrs Y/N Rogers, wife of the one and only Steve Rogers has to take care of them. After the whole ordeal is over, Steve wants his own baby.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! I know, I know, the babyvengers trope is kinda overused at this point but I just couldn't help but write my own version of it!!!!! they're so cute after all!!! (also, writing overprotective/jealous baby Steve was so fun). enjoy!

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"They what?!" Y/N shouted into the phone. "Yes. I'm not lying, Y/N. And you're the only one here who can help us. Please, just come over to the Compound for a week. I know you don't like to get in the middle of all the Avenging stuff but please," Maria Hill begged. Y/N rubbed her temple in annoyance.

What choice did she have?

"Okay okay, I'll pack and be there in an hour. Think you can keep them occupied?" Y/N chuckled in defeat. "Sure I can, they're surprisingly quiet for their age," Maria laughed along, "See you in an hour, Mrs Rogers." Y/N ended the call and made her way to hers and Steve's shared bedroom to pack a bag. Unbelievable.

Sam, Bucky and her husband Steve had gone on a mission. They were supposed to come back today, and they did, but… not in the way everyone was hoping. They returned… as babies. Small, one year old babies who were, according to Maria, extremely adorable. But babies. How had that even happened?

As promised, an hour later, Y/N reached the compound. Her being a civilian, Steve was overprotective of her, only allowing her to come to the Compound for emergencies. They had a house in the city; Steve no longer lived at the Compound. "Maria!" Y/N called out and the agent turned, relief flooding her face.

"Thank God, come here!" One of the other agents took her bag and Y/N followed Hill towards the briefing room. Once inside, Y/N froze in shock upon seeing the babies playing with toys on the floor. "They are actually babies," she whispered and Maria sighed next to her. "I know. Everyone is super busy, you're the only one who can handle them."

"How long are they going to be like this?"

"One week. Something on the mission, a sorceress, yadda yadda yadda, babies," the agent explained and Y/N nodded, turning to look at the babies once more. She had to admit, they were cute. Bright blond hair, big blue eyes, pale skin— that was her… husband, Steve. He wore a blue onesie. Next to him, in a red onesie, was Bucky.

Fluffy brown hair too long for a baby framed his face, his steel blue eyes focused on the toy in front of him as his lips formed the most adorable pout Y/N had seen. Finally, in a sage green onesie next to Bucky was Sam. His honey brown eyes were filled with amusement as he held up a toy bird, moving it around. All of them were simply cute.

"Hey guys," Y/N cooed, sitting next to them. As soon as she said that their eyes snapped towards her. Big, kind-of-toothless grins spread over all their faces. "Y/N!" Steve shouted gleefully, rapidly crawling towards his wife and jumping into her arms. He buried his face in her chest as he giggled loudly, slobbering.

"Hey there, baby boy. I missed you," Y/N laughed, rubbing his back as Sam and Bucky, too, crawled over to her. "Y/N," Sam whined, making grabby hands. She moved to keep Steve down but he whined louder than Sam, tightly clutching her t-shirt. "Stevie, I need to say hello," she insisted but Steve shook his head.

"My wife!" he pouted and Y/N didn't know whether to feel disturbed or awed. I mean, sure, Steve was her husband… but he was currently a baby. That's weird. "That's big Steve, mister. Now let me say hello to Sammy and Buck." Grumbling, Steve let go, sitting on the floor grumpily as Sam and Bucky both climbed into Y/N's arms with grins.

When Y/N pressed a soft kiss to baby Bucky's head, Steve's lower lip wobbled as tears filled his eyes. And when she kissed baby Sam on the nose? Steve wailed loudly and crawled back to Y/N, attempting to shove Bucky and Sam off her lap. "Aw, Stevie, come here!" Y/N giggled at Steve's behavior.

She sat cross-legged on the floor with Sam on one knee, Bucky on one and Steve between the two facing her. All three cuddled into her as Steve quieted, resorting to sniffles. "I love you so much, bub," Y/N whispered, pressing two kisses to Steve's cheeks. "Wuv you too, Y/N," Steve mumbled sleepily.

All of them were tired from their mission, it was almost bedtime anyway. Maria told her that they had all been fed already; that was a relief. "How about we all go to bed now, hm? Come on, Sammy, you first." Bucky and Steve crawled off of Y/N's lap and went back to their toys, albeit with reluctance.

Y/N then stood up with Sam in her arms and with a nod to Maria, left the room. Y/N knew where his room at the Compound was and took him there, getting him ready for bed within five minutes. "FRIDAY?" she questioned once Sam was tucked into bed. He was behaving well, given how he still had some of his adult brain with him.

"Yes, Mrs Rogers?" the AI replied. "Can you, maybe… turn the bed into some sort of a crib?" Y/N chewed her lip. "That is possible, Mrs Rogers." And she watched as safety rails showed up at three ends of the bed, spare the headrest which was already fluffy. Y/N gathered some of the pillows and placed them around Sam, caging him in.

"Goodnight, honey bun," she cooed, somehow reaching over and pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. "Night, Y/N," Sam murmured, already half-asleep. Then she went back to the briefing room to collect Bucky, who was asleep. His thumb was in his mouth as he mindlessly sucked on it, cradled in Maria's arms.

"Here," she whispered and handed the sleeping baby over. Y/N smiled and went to Bucky's room, managing to get him ready for bed without waking him up. Then she placed him in the middle of his bed, asking FRIDAY to do the same to Bucky's bed. Soon, he was tucked in nice and sweet. "Night." She kissed his forehead as well.

Maybe it won't be so bad, these kids were angels. Apart from the still overprotective Steve, of course. He was hyper. "Y/N!" he shouted the moment she came back and picked him in her arms. "Stevie, shh, bubba. It's very late, you need to be quiet," she chided gently and Steve's eyes went wide as he covered his mouth.

"Sowwy, Y/N," he muttered and she melted, pressing several kisses to his cheeks as they reached his room; the one they shared for a year before moving out. Steve got ready as well and she placed him on the bed, this time changing her own clothes and getting into bed with him. FRIDAY set up the safety rails.

Y/N placed several pillows on Steve's side of the bed as he yawned, rubbing his eyes. "Tired," he whimpered and Y/N cooed, bringing him closer to her. "I'm here with you, baby, go to sleep," she smiled. "My wife!" Steve exclaimed proudly and giggled, snuggling into her as he felt himself getting taken over by sleep.

"Big Steve's wife," Y/N scoffed to herself.

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A knock on the door to her room woke Y/N up. Steve was still asleep, also sucking on his thumb. Confused, Y/N went and opened the door, only to see no one there. "Huh?" She was about to close the door when there was a soft whine. "Y/N…" Her head snapped downwards and she saw Bucky looking up at her, pouting.

"Aw— honey bun, how did you get out of your bed?" she chuckled as she picked baby Bucky up. He instantly snuggled into her arms. "Fwiday," he mumbled and Y/N fondly shook her head. "My intelligent baby," she teased and a smile bloomed on his face. "Your baby," he agreed and buried his face in her neck.

There was a loud cry which startled both of them.

"MY WIFE!" Steve yelled, sitting up in bed. Tears were wantonly running down his cheeks as he sniffled angrily, glaring at Bucky. Bucky cowered under his stare, also tearing up. Y/N's eyes widened. "Shh, bub, it's okay, it's okay…" she consoled Bucky first and he went quiet, clinging to Y/N like his life depended on it.

Y/N then sat next to Steve with a stern expression on her face. "That was not nice, Stevie, apologize right now," she chided and Steve cried harder after being reprimanded. "My wife, mine! Stealer!" Steve pointed an accusatory finger at Bucky, who didn't back down this time. He knew he had Y/N's support.

"Stevie."

Steve huffed and looked at Y/N with the best possible puppy look he could muster. Y/N melted. "Come here." Steve crawled onto her lap and hugged her tightly, still throwing Bucky unsure looks. "You love me, Steve?" He nodded eagerly. "Then say sorry to Bucky. Now," Y/N raised an eyebrow.

"Sowwy Bucky."

"Issotay."

"Friends?" Y/N asked, looking back and forth between both babies. "Fwiends," they repeated and finally smiled at each other. Y/N picked Steve up and wiped the tears and snot off his face, pressing kisses all over his face. "Good boy," she praised and Steve giggled loudly and gleefully. "What are you doing up so early, Bucky?" she then asked the dark-haired baby.

"Miss you," he mumbled bashfully and Y/N cooed, also pressing kisses to his face. "You are just adorable. Both of you." She placed them both on the bed and asked FRIDAY to set up the safety rails again. "Now, I'm going to get Sam. You two stay and behave, okay?" Both babies nodded. "Good boys. Be back soon."

She left the room and Steve instantly turned to Bucky, dropping his friendly facade. "My wife," he said protectively, "Not yours." Bucky rolled his eyes. "You a baby, not your wife. Big Stevie's wife," he snarked and Steve pouted harder. "Mine!" he insisted. "She my fwiend," Bucky retorted, crossing his chubby baby arms.

Steve glared at him. It was an adorable sight, really. "Only fwiend. Mine," he hissed and grumpily turned away from him. Bucky did too, pouting. That's how Y/N found them when she walked in with Sam; Bucky facing the foot of the bed and Steve facing the headrest as both of them glared at nothing. Oh boy.

"Are you guys still mad?"

Sam blinked as both of them turned to her. "My fwiend," Bucky insisted. "My wife," Steve also insisted. Y/N sighed. "You're both correct. Stevie, it's okay, I'm only Bucky's friend. I'm your wife, okay?" Just saying that made her gag. Pedo vibes… "I love you. I love Bucky too, but only as a friend."

Steve calmed down a bit after that. "Otay," he mumbled. Sam was then placed next to the two. He only stared at them, mostly with confusion but also with mild disdain at their "childish" behavior. "I'm gonna get your things now, okay? And you're all getting cleaned up. After that, breakfast."

All three of them nodded. Y/N left the room again, calling Maria. Soon, she returned to the room with two handfuls of baby stuff; diapers, clothes, powders, toys, whatnot. She changed their clothes fairly easily (surprisingly not throwing up at the sight of three soiled diapers) and then put them in new clothes.

Steve wore a tiny t-shirt and shorts, Bucky went with a sweater and full pants, while Sam went with overalls. "My handsome boys!" Y/N squealed excitedly and whipped out her phone, taking a few pictures. "Aren't you simply… ugh cutie pies," she groaned and picked Steve up first. He seemed elated at that.

"Breakfast?"

"Yes, Y/N!" The three of them shouted excitedly and Y/N put Steve in the baby pram sitting outside the room. It had three seats, meant for triplets. Bucky and Sam were also placed in the pram and Y/N took them to the communal area. There, she met Rhodey. "Hi there, Mrs Rogers," he greeted with a kind smile.

Y/N gave him a hug, much to the dismay of Steve. Baby him was overprotective to a new degree. "Issotay, they jus' fwiends," Bucky told him quietly when he noticed how Steve's eyes watered again. Steve hurriedly wiped his tears off. "Heard what happened on the mission. They are cute," Rhodey chuckled.

He waved at the kids. They waved back politely. "A handful, though. Steve has become 1000 times more protective. He got mad at Bucky because I was talking to him," Y/N rolled her eyes, "Keeps insisting I'm his wife. I don't know how to feel about that, to be honest." Y/N pulled a face and both of them laughed.

"Well, Mrs Rogers, I guess I'll leave you to it now. They look like they're hungry. See you!" Rhodey left and Y/N turned to the babies. "Hungry, boys?" They shouted again and Y/N placed all three of them on the new baby chairs at the dining table. The whole Compound was now baby proofed. What do one year olds eat?

She found out that the fridge was filled with baby food and sighed with relief. Placing three bowls in front of them, she watched them eat. This week was going to be an amazing learning experience. She and Steve had been married for around 3 years now, maybe after this week… they could try for one of their own.

If she made it through this week without any problems, she knew she was ready to be a mom. Steve would be a fantastic dad as well. "More." Startled, Y/N turned to see Bucky staring at her with a huge smile, lips and cheeks covered in mango purée as he showed her his empty bowl.

She blinked.

"Bucky, darling, eat slowly or you'll choke," she sighed as she filled his bowl, cleaning his face with the bib he wore. "Otay, Y/N," he mumbled distractedly before eating, much slower this time. She took out her phone but suddenly noticed Steve staring at her. She raised her brows at him and he frowned.

He held his hand out and Y/N took it, chuckling a bit as he tugged her closer. She moved her chair closer to his and kept holding his hand as he ate. Sam was the neatest and cleanest of them all, not too fast, not too slow and not at all messy. Steve was eating as slow as was humanly possible, to keep holding Y/N's hand.

When they finished eating, Y/N kept all the bowls in the sink and cleaned the babies, taking them to the briefing room which was now turned into some sort of a daycare room. Filled with toys, no sharp things, all the corners baby-proofed. Y/N sat on the floor near the door as the three babies crawled to the toys.

The week went by in a breeze. Taking care of Steve, Bucky and Sam was easy, especially Sam. He was the quietest, keeping to himself and his toys as Bucky and Steve fought on a daily basis. 100% of the time over Y/N Rogers. Any time Y/N gave Bucky (or Sam) even a second of attention Steve got jealous.

He threw tantrums, threw things around and cried so loudly that the entire city could probably hear him. One time, baby Steve even dumped his food on Bucky's head because Y/N was wiping Bucky's face while eating. Y/N had shouted at him then and he sobbed for an hour straight. Y/N didn't feel bad at all, he deserved it.

"Ugh, this week has been so tiring," Y/N groaned to herself as she lay on Steve's bed in her pajamas, baby Steve asleep next to her. She rubbed her eyes and took her phone in her hands, swiping through all the pictures and smiling to herself. There were over a 100 new pictures on her phone, all of Bucky, Sam and Steve.

A few minutes later, Y/N fell asleep as well.

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Who's hugging me? My husband is supposed to be a baby.

Y/N woke up to the feeling of strong arms around her, pulling her into a firm chest as someone stared at her. She blinked her eyes open and turned her head, smiling widely when she saw her husband's own smiling face. He was big again! "Stevie!" she squealed and hugged him tightly. He laughed.

"My wife," he whispered teasingly and Y/N groaned, slapping his chest. "You were such a nightmare baby, still cute though," she laughed as Steve leaned over and gave her a sweet kiss. "Big Steve manages to keep his protectiveness and obsession under wraps, baby Steve was unfiltered," Steve grinned and Y/N shook her head.

"So I saw your real colours this week?"

"Pretty much."

"You're impossible, good thing I still love you. My Captain," she whispered and leaned in for another kiss. As they sat there making out, there was a knock on the door. Y/N went to open it, grinning when she saw Bucky standing there with a smirk on his face, leaning against the doorframe.

"Your intelligent baby is here," he joked and Y/N laughed, pulling him into her embrace. "Yup, my baby," she crooned and Steve jokingly shouted out, "My wife!" Bucky and Y/N pulled away from each other, laughing loudly. "I'm gonna go get Sam, behave," she winked and left the room, leaving Bucky and Steve alone.

"You managed to get the best wife ever, Steve, I'm so happy for you," Bucky chuckled, sitting on the bed. "I know, she is awesome. Taking care of three one-year-old babies? I love her even more now," Steve smiled, running a hand through his hair. "You two should have your own kid, you know? It's been 3 years since your marriage."

Steve considered Bucky. "She will make an awesome mother. I'll talk to her." Their little chat ended just as Y/N walked into the room with Sam. "It was so fun taking care of you guys, you were extremely cute babies!" Y/N squealed, laughing as Sam gave her a one-armed hug. They talked for a while longer (Y/N showed them all the photos much to their horror) until Sam and Bucky left the room.

Steve, sitting in the middle of the bed against the headrest, patted his thigh. Y/N plopped down on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, realizing how much she missed this. Steve put his arms around her waist and tugged her closer with a soft sigh. "You were an amazing babysitter, doll," he told her sincerely.

"Thank you, Stevie."

"And I was thinking…"

"Hm?"

"I want one of my own," he smirked at her, tilting her head. Y/N's eyes widened. "You think I'm ready?" Steve scoffed. "Are you kidding? Three babies. Triplets. All by yourself. You are more than ready, doll," he cheered and Y/N thought for a few minutes. "Okay," she finally breathed out, "Let's try for a baby."

Steve immediately ripped her t-shirt down the middle, hungrily pulling her in for a kiss as his hands roamed her body. "No time like the present," he growled, "I missed you so much, doll." They spent the rest of the day in their room.

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A/N: lmao my bestie said baby Sam reminds her of Boss Baby. I guess it's kinda true. Thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

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RISES THE MOON

leon s kennedy x reader // 6 // thorny heart

soon enough the two of you are talking again, and leon almost forgets the rejection until you doze off. "as long as you're okay..." he whispers to himself as he brushes fallen hair from your face. "i couldn't care less about my own feelings." he smiles, tears stinging his eyes as he pulls you into his chest.

genre: fluff with a spicy(ish) surprise- enjoy :))

tags: deciding to have leons pov for some of this one <3, you broke leons heart atm but he recovers, not gonna spoil <3 this is just relationship development tbh

warnings: my awful slow burn development </3

tag list <3

@trinswhimsys , @hex-touchstarved <3

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leon's stomach felt like a washin machine. he couldn't sleep, and he didn't want to disturb you. tears dried on his cheeks long ago and he held you close for his own comfort. "fuck." he mumbles, eyes fluttering closed again as he cradles you close. "god dammit i'm so stupid." he continues and you shuffle. "leon?" you mumble sleepily, breathing in a yawn. "it's okay, i'm sorry, go back to sleep." the man tries to soothe you back to sleep like he normally did, but this time it didn't work. "hmm... what's wrong? you're not normally still awake." you reply, peeling your eyes open to look at him. "nothing's wrong. just go back to sleep." he tries again, hoping it was too dark to see his tear stains. "you've been crying." you frown, cupping his face as you wipe the trails away.

"i'm fine." he whispers, but you shake your head. "leon, i'm sorry.. i just don't want to lose you, or get hurt with the slim chance you're not being honest.." you explain, and he nods. "i know." he sighs, letting you nuzzle your nose against his as you hold him. "i'm sorry..." you whisper, and leon cracks a small smile. "it's alright. i don't mind." he lies, and luckily you believe him. "if you're sure... we're in this together now, right?" leon replies with a solid "right." you smile, "then you can tell me your troubles as well as listen and take care of mine. no matter how small, how big. i wanna help you just as much as you help me." you say, gently stroking his cheek.

"fuck." leon whispers, pressing his forehead against yours more firmly. "for what it's worth. i like you too, i'm just too scared to do anything in case it goes bad.." you admit, and leon feels tears building up again. "i know.. i'll always be here for you." he smiles at you, and you wipe his tears away. "i'm sorry.." you say again, and he chuckles. "stop apologising." he says, taking your hands in his as he pulls you into a hug. "sorry.." you say before giggling. leon rolls his eyes as your hands find his back, tracing soft patterns with your fingers. "that feels nice." leon admits, and you smile at him. "yeah?" your voice is so soft and it makes leon's hurt heart thump. "yeah.." leon responds quietly. you keep going, massaging his shoulders as he hums happily.

"god why are you so good at this?" leon laughs, and you smile, "i'm good with my hands." you tease, and leon flushes a deep shade of red. "after repairing so many generators, of course." you grin at his expression. "r-right! of course." he agrees, embarrassed at his dirty mind. "relax, i'm just teasing." you smile, and he does in fact relax. "you're so mean." he pokes your forehead and you laugh. "i'm sowwy." you giggle, nuzzling you head under his chin as you continue rubbing his shoulder blades. leon wraps his arms around you, rubbing your own back as he closes his arms. "mmm, leon?" you murmur, and he hums in response. "you're too good for this place, y'know? you're way too good for anything like this." you sigh, and leon huffs too. "it's alright, my normal job wasn't too different to this. well it was but y'know.. i dealt with nemesis before but not for long term." leon rambles a bit, and you roll your own eyes as you listen. "that sounds tough..." you mumble, slowly dozing off. "i'm used to it." he smiles, knowing that you're falling asleep. "leon...?" you yawn, "y/n." he responds, and you mumble something. "sorry, i didn't catch that." leon says softly, "i don't deserve you." you mumble, "don't say that." the blonde shoots back immediately, but you've already fallen asleep. "i love you." leon whispers, but you didn't hear it. the blonde can't help but cry again, eventually falling asleep.

leon wakes up to you moving around. concerned that you're having another nightmare, he pulls you close and rests his head on your own. "leon..? i didn't mean to wake you." you say softly, and he hums. "no, it's fine. are you okay?" leon lets out a tired breath, as you cup his face to nuzzle your nose against his. "yeah, i'm okay." you whisper, settling on top of him as he holds you. "are you okay?" you shoot back, wiping his cheeks for him. "yeah, i'm alright." he finally opens his eyes, looking at you fondly. "hi." you smile at him. "hi..." leon responds, watching you sit up as his hands find your outer thighs subconsciously. your hands combed through his hair as he hums softly, you're practically pampering him as he slowly wakes up. "is there coffee in this place?" he asks you as he rubs circles on your thighs. "not that i know of, sorry." you smile, letting him run his hands up and down. "that's alright." he smiles up at you and you place your hands either side his head.

leon's fond gaze turns curious as he watches you lean down, your forehead meeting his as you give him an eskimo kiss. leon adapts quickly, letting you show him affection, his heart soaring. you glance at his lips, and leon's chest tightens. "fuck it..." you whisper, you lips finally meeting his. leon melts into your kiss, hand cupping the back of your head as he pulls you closer as his left hand stayed on your thigh. you hum softly into the kiss, lips moving smoothly against his. when you pull away, leon chases your lips slightly, giving you another soft peck before letting you pull away fully.

"fuck... your lips feel really good." leon blushes, desperate for more but not wanting to push you. "yeah? want more?" you tease, grabbing his chin with your forefinger and thumb to make him look at you and angle his head at the same time. "yeah..." he whispers, sitting up so he could pull you closer. you smile, letting him kiss you again. your lips mould with his perfectly as he kisses you with more confidence. "fuck... leon.." you whisper against his lips, and he fights back a smile as he continues to kiss you. you tilt your head to deepen the endearing gesture, wrapping your arms around his neck. the two of you break away from each other to catch lost breath, and leon presses his forehead against you as he rubs your back.

"that felt really good..." you whisper, and he agrees. "i've been waiting to do that.." he admits with a small laugh. you giggle too, giving him another eskimo kiss as you coddle him close. "trials might start soon..." you say, glancing out the cracked window at the brightened (yet still dark) sky. "nah, we still have a while." leon grins, leaning in to give you a loving smooch. you hum happily, cupping his face as his tongue gently brushes against your bottom lip. "we have at least an hour.." leon trails off, and you catch his meaning immediately. "yeah, we do." you smile.

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WLTAY BONUS CHAPTER SNEAK PEEK

below the cut is a sneak peek of the second half of the bonus chapter: "there's a piece of my heart in plymouth, mi." clearly i have zero self control, but enjoy 🤪

“Mommy, can Ollie come in the bath?” Scarlett asked, resting her chin on the side of the bathtub.

“Ollie already had his bath, sweetie, we’re just waiting for you two to finish up so he can go to bed.” Caroline replied, keeping her hands on Oliver’s sides as he held onto the side of the bathtub, patting his hands against it. “I know Ollie, we want to go to bed don’t we?”

“Here, Owwy.” Payson smiled, handing Oliver a purple plastic fish that went with their magnetic fishing pole bath time set. “Fishy.”

Oliver squealed, shuffling his feet side to side as he reached out with his right hand to grab the fish.

“No, PayPay!” Scarlett pouted, grabbing the toy before Oliver could and holding it. “He’s too tiny, he’ll eat it.”

Payson glared at Scarlett, mirroring Matt’s frustrated look before she grabbed the little bucket bobbing along beside her and tossed the water inside at Scarlett. The toy inside of it, flying out and hitting her while the water splashed Oliver as well— who immediately burst into tears both at Scarlett taking the fish and the water hitting him in the face.

“PAYSON!” Scarlett whined. “Why did you do that?”

“Alright, bath time is over,” Caroline said, resting Oliver on her hip before standing up and grabbing the two hooded bath towels. “Come on, let's get out.”

“Mommy no!” Payson cried, still sitting down in the water as Scarlett crawled over the edge of the tub.

“Out PayPay,” Scarlett said, turning towards the bathtub and resting her fists on her hips. “You ruined bath time!”

“I sowwy!” Payson wailed, shaking her head as her face turned red and tears fell down her cheeks. “Stay pwease”

“You know we don’t throw toys, Payson,” Caroline sighed, leaning over the bath tub and reaching out for Payson’s hand, only for Payson to snatch it away and scoot back. “Do you want me to count to three? If I have to count to three, you’ll have a 1 minute time out tomorrow.”

“No twree,” she cried, splashing her legs in the water. “No twree, no twree, no twree!”

Caroline closed her eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling as she opened her eyes. Bath time was so much easier whenever Matt or even Ethan were around. It was an extra pair of hands who could take Oliver while she attended to Payson, or even the other way around. But with the season going on, Matt would be traveling every now and then and Ethan was off in Plymouth, leaving just her to sort out the circus.

Most days were good days and the nights were good as well, but even the good days had bad nights— nights where one of the kids were just a little extra tired and grumpy and would push and test the limits— nights like this where all Caroline wanted to do was put them to bed, pour a glass of wine and just cry from the overwhelming routine she was still getting used to.

“Scar, sweetie can you go get Ollie’s walker for Mommy?” Caroline asked, looking down at Scarlett had put on her hooded towel and was holding Payson’s.

“Okay, Mommy,”she nodded, looking back at Payson. “Ethie would say you a bad girl, PayPay.”

“Scarlett Faith, go,” Caroline sighed, nudging her out of the bathroom.

“I want Ethie!” Payson cried, still sitting in the tub.

“Payson can you please get up? It’s time to go to bed,” Caroline asked, Oliver still crying and pressing his face into her side as she held him on her hip.

“No!” She yelled, crossing her arms. “I want Ethie!”

Yeah, well me too, Caroline thought.

“Ethie’s at school,” she sighed, leaning over and reaching for Payson’s hand again. “Just grab mommy’s hand and we’ll-“

“No! Mommy, mean!” Payson sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand before letting it plop back in the water. “Want Daddy! Want Ethie, no you!”

“Here, Mommy,” Scarlett said, pushing Oliver’s walker into the bathroom and standing in the doorway.

“Payson Rose, you have three seconds before I put Ollie down and pick you up. And if I have to pick you up, you will get a timeout tomorrow and no iPad.”

“No!” Payson pouted, crossing her arms.

“1…”

“I just wan play!” She cried, leaning forward and collecting as many toys in her hands before bringing her legs up to her chest and hugging the toys to her chest. “Let play!”

“2…” Caroline said, trying to tune out Oliver’s sobs in her ear, no doubt Payson’s tantrum making him cry too.

Payson shook her head, dropping her toys into the tub and scooting back towards the faucet. “Mommy, no!”

“3,” Caroline sighed, turning around and placing a crying Oliver into his walker before bending down and grabbing Payson’s ice cream hooded towel and climbing into the tub.

Payson, clearly tired, just cried and cried as Caroline stood her up and placed the towel on her. She brought her left hand up to her mouth, placing her middle and ring finger into her mouth as she kept crying, even after Caroline picked her up and placed her onto the bathroom floor.

Caroline could see the tiredness written all over Payson’s face as she dried her off with the towel, Payson sniffling in between sobs as she looked at Caroline with her big blue eyes, her fingers still in her mouth as Caroline used the hoodie to dampen her soaked hair. “M’sowwy Mo-mommy,” she sniffled, bottom lip quivering as she took her fingers out of her mouth and wrapped her arms around Caroline's neck. “I’m not bad girl.”

“I know Pay,” Caroline sighed, rubbing her back as she sat back on her heels and brought the hood down off of Payson’s head, using part of the towel to wipe away the snot and tears from her face. “You’re not a bad girl, you’re just tired. But you know we don’t throw toys, right sweetie?”

She nodded, sniffling. “No throw toys.”

“Good girl,” Caroline smiled, holding onto her sides. “We still have to do a timeout tomorrow because Mommy had to count to three, but only for a minute, okay?”

Payson nodded again, her pouty lips only accentuating her baby cheeks and her dark, long lashes framing her teary blue eyes. “I sowwy, Mommy.”

“It’s okay, baby.” Caroline replied, welcoming the hug from the tired toddler. “Make sure you apologize to Scar and we’ll get you ready for bed, okay?”

Payson leaned back, filled her cheeks with air as she puckered her mouth, waiting for a kiss. Caroline laughed and gave her a kiss, only for Payson to blow the air out of her cheeks like a raspberry and giggling. Something Matt always did whenever it came time to kiss them goodnight.

“You are your Daddy’s daughter,” Caroline laughed, kissing the top of her head before looking at Scarlett. “Scarlett, will you take Payson to your guys’ room? I’ll be right behind you.” Caroline said, reaching back into the tub and lifting the drain.

“Okay, Mommy,” Scarlett nodded, walking by Oliver and over to Payson, pulling the hood onto her head. “Come on PayPay.”

Payson was still sniffling as Scarlett put her arm over her shoulder and walked alongside her and out of the bathroom, heading to their shared room. Leaving Caroline and Oliver in the bathroom.

“Are you ready for bed my sweet boy?” Caroline asked, bending down and taking Oliver out of his walker. He had stopped crying the moment Payson walked out of the bathroom, his cheeks still wet from tears as he yawned. “Was that a yawn?” Caroline gasped playfully, poking his belly as he curled up against her. “Let’s get you to bed,” she whispered, kissing the top of his head.

She turned left down the hall where Scarlett and Payson’s room was, poking her head into the room to see them sitting on the floor in the middle of the room. “I’ll be right back to get you girls ready for bed, okay? Say goodnight, Ollie.” Caroline whispered, waving her hand at the two girls.

Oliver lifted his arm slightly, waving it lazily before bringing it back into his chest, hand grabbing at her necklace and instead getting the collar of her shirt.

Scarlett ran over, tugging at Caroline’s shirt and standing up on her tippy toes as she puckered her lips to kiss him goodnight. Caroline leaned down and let Scarlett kiss his cheek. “Night night Ollie,” Scarlett smiled, turning around. “Payson Rose, say night night to Ollie, now! Ethie would!”

Payson pushed herself up onto her feet and walked over. Her blonde curls were already dry from having the hood on her head, her blue eyes still wet with tears and Matt’s signature pout on her face as she leaned up and kissed Oliver’s cheek. “Night Ollie.”

“If you guys are in your pj’s by the time I get back, I’ll read you a bedtime story.” Caroline said, standing back up as the Scarlett scrambled to their closet, pushing the door open where their plastic dresser had a drawer that held their pajamas.

Caroline walked down the hall towards her and Matt’s bedroom, stopping at the door on the right where Oliver’s nursery was. They were preparing to move his crib over into his own room next month, so for right now, they did everything in the nursery, but he always slept in their room.

Oliver has his fingers twisting in her hair as she reached into the dresser to grab him some pajamas before laying him down on his changing table, having to blow raspberries against his cheek to get him to giggle and let go of her hair. She handed him one of his favorite toys, a small stuffed turtle, to keep him occupied while she put on his pajamas, getting his pants on first and then his owlet sock before tickling his belly as she took the turtle away so she could sit him up and put on his shirt.

“Is it bedtime?” She asked, smiling as she tickled his sides, getting him to giggle as he brought a hand up to his mouth. “Yes it is, it’s time to go night night.”

She picked him up and cradled him in her arms as she left the nursery and walked into her bedroom over to his crib. She leaned down and kissed his cheek before lowering him down into his crib. She rested her arms on the side of the crib, reaching down and rubbing his belly with her left hand. “Sweet dreams Ollie,” she smiled, as Oliver cooed and grabbed at her hand as she reached up and poked his nose. “I love you.”

His dark brown hair was fluffy and his eyes had recently started to darken from the light blue he was born with, to Caroline’s hazel— officially making him her own little mini, besides the dimples in both cheeks whenever he smiled, that was all Matt.

She reached over by the dresser and turned on the galaxy night light that spun stars out on the ceiling, something they only kept on for the first 30 minutes after they put him down for him to go to sleep. She walked out of the room, leaving the bedroom door open just a crack before walking back down the hall and heading to the girls room.

She walked in to see Payson already curled up beneath her blanket of her new crib toddler bed, since she was getting way too good at escaping her crib, and Scarlett sitting on her bed holding a bunch of books in her arms. “Did you cover Payson up?” Caroline whispered, walking over to Payson.

“Yes, Mommy,” Scarlett nodded. “She was too tired to wait.”

Who would’ve thought that the peaceful curly headed blonde curled up beneath her Disney Princess blanket had been throwing the world's biggest tantrum only minutes earlier. Caroline pulled the blanket down below Payson’s shoulders before leaning down and kissing her temple, then turning around and walking towards Scarlett’s bed. “Okay, what do you want to hear tonight?”

“These please,” Scarlett smiled, handing the stack of books up to Caroline.

“I don’t know about all of these,” Caroline laughed, taking the books from her and sitting down, spreading them out on the bed between her and Scarlett. “I saw those big yawns during bath time, I know how tired you are. So if you could have only one story tonight...which would it be?”

Scarlett looked at the row of books and picked one up, handing it to Caroline before crawling out of bed and grabbing the rest of her books in her arms, running over to the book nook and coming back over, crawling back into bed. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Caroline sat next to her and rested the book between them before reading the cover. “I am Not Sleepy and I Will Not Go to Bed, featuring Charlie and Lola,” Caroline read, smiling down at Scarlett. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

Scarlett giggled, shaking her head as she nudged the book open. “Just read Mommy.”

Caroline smiled as she turned the pages before reaching the first of the story. “I have this little sister Lola. She is small and very funny. Sometimes I have to keep an eye on her. Sometimes Mum and Dad ask me to try and get her off to bed. This is a hard job because Lola likes to stay up late.” Caroline turned the page and looked down at Scarlett as she rolled onto her left side, curling up against Caroline’s leg.

“Lola likes to stay up colouring and scribbling and sticking and wriggling and bouncing and most of all chattering,” she turned the page. “Usually, when I say, ‘Lola, Mum says it is time for bed,’ she says, ‘No! I am NOT sleepy and I WILL NOT go to bed.’ I say–”

“No mommy,” Scarlett said, reaching her hand up and touching the page. “You have to do the voice like Ethie does.”

Caroline frowned but quickly recovered with a half-hearted smile. “Well, how does Ethie say it?”

“Like this,” she spoke, trying to deepen her voice as best as her four year old self could. “Talk like Ethie, he reads this to me, ‘cause it's our book.”

“Okay, sweetie, I’ll try my best,” Caroline nodded, clearing her throat and turning back to the book. “I say, ‘But all the birds have gone to sleep.’ She says, ‘But I am not a bird, Charlie.’” Caroline tried her best to mimic Ethan’s voice and when she didn’t receive another critique from the still awake Scarlett, she figured it did the job and kept reading.

As she flipped through the pages, she occasionally checked to see if Scarlett was still awake and as they neared the end of the book, she was still fighting off falling asleep.

“‘Don’t be silly, Charlie, I wouldn’t let a hippipotimus get into my bed. But I think there’s one in yours,’ says Lola, as she climbs into bed. ‘Goodnight Charlie. Goodnight Hippipotimus,’ ‘Goodnight, Lola.’” Caroline finished, looking down to see that Scarlett had finally fallen asleep, still clutching the stuffed light brown bunny from build-a-bear that Keith had gotten for her birthday eight months ago. He’d dressed it as a St. Louis Blues bear as a joke against Matt, putting a sundress as another outfit in the box it came in, but Scarlett loved it– much to Matt’s dismay.

Caroline slowly stood up and closed the book, walking over to the small nook and putting it away before walking back over to Scarlett and covering her up the rest of the way. “Goodnight sweetheart,” she whispered, brushing back her dirty blonde hair and kissing her forehead before walking out of the room, turning off the light and turning on the constellation projector light, dimming the brightness and closing the door.

And then...it was quiet.

No crying, no yelling, no giggles or playing...it was just...quiet.

7:30 at night three months ago, she’d at least hear the TV in the living room going off with Matt meeting her in the living room so they could watch together. 7:30 at night three months ago, there would be the sound of video games, a netflix show or a facetime call coming from Ethan’s room.

But now both were silent and until the late morning hours when Matt came home...it would be just her.

Three months later and she still hasn’t gotten used to the neat and tidy empty bedroom across the hall from the girls room, Ethan no longer occupying it...at least for the next six months.

Caroline turned off the hall light and walked back down the hall to their bedroom, slowly opening the door and walking in, closing it behind her. She walked over to Oliver’s crib to see that he was sound asleep. She leaned against the crib, staring down at the sleeping baby and...just felt sad, that’s all she could describe. When Scarlett and Payson were born, she had the same feeling– knowing just how fleeting these baby days were before they turned into toddlers, then school aged children and then high schoolers who got embarrassed anytime you tried to say something and went off to fancy hockey programs and attended a high school almost 3,000 miles away.

It was just something that came with parenting– that knowledge that you were actively watching your kids grow up and turn into their own individual personalities. It’s not a bad thing, Caroline loves catching the little differences as they get older. Ethan calling her Momma turned into him calling her Mom the moment he turned 13, though when he was feeling super sentimental, he’d fall back into calling her Momma. Scarlett, ever the sass Queen, always used to climb up onto Matt’s lap the moment he sat down anywhere, but now she’ll nudge Payson to do it instead. And Payson, six months away from turning two, used to refuse to eat her sliced banana pieces, but now she’ll bounce besides Matt or Caroline chanting ‘nana’ as they cut one up for her.

Even Oliver, having turned five months old just a bit ago, was starting to babble more, inputting his baby gibberish whenever he saw someone and especially when Matt would be laying on the floor with him, gibbering right back. They were all growing up in front of her eyes and while they had been the entire time, it wasn’t until tonight that she realized just how sad it made her feel.

It didn’t help that Olivier was almost an exact replica of Ethan when he was a baby, and looking down at his sleeping figure, reminded Caroline of all the times she used to just sit and watch Ethan sleep when he was a baby. And it was only worse when she remembered that Ethan wasn’t down the hall anymore and he wasn’t that little baby that relied on her or the toddler who would shower her face in kisses or the child who would crawl into her bed when he felt sick. He was an almost 16 year old teenager who was off in Plymouth, following the footsteps of his Dad and Uncle and chasing his dream of playing hockey with some of the best.

Still, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t wish that he was that little eight year old again who wanted her to wash his hair because it made him feel better and then would crawl into her bed and snuggle beside her.

When Ethan had mentioned he got invited to the evaluation camp, Caroline was thrilled for him. She’d been through that process with Matt and knew just how big of an opportunity that was. Being invited to the evaluation camp meant that the NTDP scouts saw something special about you and your talent. She was already on maternity leave and being a month away from her due date, she was unable to go. But with both of their families already in Calgary, Keith and her Dad flew with Ethan to Plymouth and watched after him while he went through the tryout process. And when he came back, the next two months were just a waiting game for Ethan while the family adjusted around Oliver joining the bunch.

And when Ethan came home and let them know he was one of 22 players that got chosen for the U17 team, she was ecstatic for him, even through the moments she knew what that meant, she was happy. She was on the other side before, as a girlfriend, but now she was on this side as a parent and while she was happy for Ethan, she was also already missing him even though he was standing right in front of her. Matt was no help, because how would Matt know how to get through it? So she had relied on Chantal and Keith for a little bit of guidance, Chantal, as always, being the literal angel she was and helping Caroline navigate through what to expect now that the baby she’d raised for almost 16 years, was off and out of the house two whole years earlier than expected.

Even with all of her help, there was never a point where Caroline didn’t miss having Ethan with them in Calgary. And while the always missing him, super sad moments had faded out in September, there were still times even now, almost three months later where she would catch herself calling out for Ethan to come and help her or stop by his room to ask hima question. Those heavy moments of missing him have faded, but that didn’t mean there still were moments like this when she just got into bed and cried.

She would’ve called Matt, but he was in the middle of a flight back from Montreal and wouldn’t land for another two and a half hours. So she just turned off Oliver’s night light, crawled into bed and curled up beneath her blanket and just cried about how this was going to be her first birthday since she had Ethan, where he wouldn’t be there to celebrate with her...until she fell asleep.

“Mommy,” Scarlett whispered, leaning her face closer to Caroline’s ear and nudging her arm. “Mommmmmyyyyyy.”

Caroline opened her eyes, just as Scarlett sat back down onto her feet and her right hand holding onto Caroline’s arm. “What’s wrong?” Caroline asked, exhaling heavily as she sat herself up, looking over towards Olivers crib to see no disturbance. “Are you and Payson okay?”

“I had a bad dream,” Scarlett pouted, leaning against Caroline. “Where’s Ethie?”

“Oh, Scar…” Caroline sighed, patting her lap and letting Scarlett climb up onto it, wrapping her arms around her once Scarlett curled into her chest. “Ethie’s at school, remember? We said bye bye in Michigan in August and then we got on the big airplane.”

“But I have a bad dream,” Scarlett whined, rubbing her tiny fist against her eyes as she started to sob quietly. “Ethie a-always lets m-me sleep in his bed a-and gives me s-snuggles.”

“Sh, I know, sweetie,” Caroline whispered, rocking Scarlett back and forth. “Do you want to sleep in here tonight?”

Scarlett shook her head, wiping her face against Caroline’s shirt. “I want to sleep in Ethie’s room.”

“Okay, we’ll go to Ethie’s, just sit right here for Mommy really quick, okay?” Caroline sighed, reaching out and tossing the blankets off of her. She put Scarlett down onto the bed before walking over to the baby monitor that was sitting just by the end of Oliver’s crib, turning it on and walking back towards the bed, grabbing the other monitor on the bedside table. “Okay, ready?”

“Ready, Mommy,” Scarlett nodded, crawling off of the bed and grabbing Caroline’s hand with her right hand, dragging her towards the end of the bed before bending down and grabbing something.

“What are you holding, Scar?” Caroline asked softly, leading the two of them out of the darkened bedroom and back down the just as darkened hall.

“Groot,” Scarlett replied, her feet pattering against the floor as she tried to tug Caroline ahead of her.

As they stopped just outside of Ethan’s now opened door– which Caroline was more than positive had been shut earlier– she noticed that Scarlett had been kind enough to shut her bedroom door so Payson wouldn’t wander out. Scarlett clearly wandered into Ethan’s room earlier, not only because the door was open, but because she was holding onto the arm of the giant Groot plush Ethan had picked from the prize counter at Dave and Busters so he could match with Matt’s smaller one.

“Here, let me hold that baby and you climb onto Ethie’s bed,” Caroline whispered, taking the giant Groot from Scarlett’s tiny hand and nudging her into Ethan’s empty room.

When Scarlett climbed up onto Ethan’s bed, she crawled all the way over to the other side and dug herself beneath the blanket before holding her arms out for Groot. “Groot, please.”

Caroline handed the plush over, Scarlett shoving the body of Groot beneath the blanket before hugging it toward her and rolling over onto her side. Caroline peeled back the rest of the blankets and climbed into the bed, barely getting settled before Scarlett scooted into her side, Groot resting between them as she reached her arm over him and gripped onto Caroline’s shirt.

“Do you feel a little better now?” Caroline asked, brushing back Scarlett’s hair.

“Yes,” Scarlett sniffled, nodding her head as she buried it further into Caroline’s side. “When is Ethie coming back?”

“Daddy’s playing in Detroit next weekend, so instead of trick-or-treating, we’re going to fly out to watch Daddy play on Friday and then Ethie play on Halloween, Saturday. Daddy has the day off, so we’ll get to watch Ethie and then fly home together.”

“Is Ethie coming back with us?” She asked, tilting her head up at Caroline. “Or does he stay there?”

“Ethie will have to stay there sweetie, but he’ll be back around Christmas,” Caroline replied, a smile on her face. “Which means you’ll get to make cookies, play in the snow and maybe Ethie will help you write your letter to Santa.”

“And watch Grinch with me?”

Caroline laughed, nodding her head. “Oh yeah, Ethie will definitely watch the Grinch with you.”

Scarlett snuggled closer into Caroline’s side, still sniffling. “Do you miss Ethie too, Mommy?”

“Yeah,” Caroline whispered, exhaling heavily as she rested her cheek against the top of Scarlett’s head. “Mommy misses Ethie too.”

As she rubbed Scarlett’s back, Caroline couldn’t help but think about how this used to be her and Ethan. How back when it was the two of them, he used to crawl into bed and cuddle up beside her whenever he was sick or sad, or even just because. She would play with his hair or rub his back or his belly until he fell asleep and then she’d lay there thinking about how small he used to be and how sad, yet excited she was that he was growing up, but that he always came to her for that little bit of comfort. He was turning 16 in less than two months and long gone were the days where he’d ask her to wash his hair or crawl into their bed just because.

But there were still those moments where he’d just wrap his arms around her neck and hug her if she was sitting on the couch or how after a game, she was always the first person he’d give a hug too, after Scarlett rushed over to him. It was in those moments that she knew that even though he was grown up now and hugging or having your mom kiss you on the cheek was social suicide– he was still that boy who loved his Mom and would want that comfort, no matter how old he got.

[yamithediaperdork]

Rewarded as a bully deserves (HunterXhunter)

Killua was in a rotten mode as he headed for the closet park in town, huffing and growling over him and Gon having a fight.

It was just so stupid! Here he was, a deadly assassin and for the 6th time this month they'd woken up in a bed drenched with pee. Lord knows Gon was trying to be kind and supportive but really, who could blame him for getting tired of waking up soaked?

Gon wanted Killua to start wearing 'protection' at night to bed, but the deadliest bed wetter alive refused to go that far, he had already comprised and let Gon put rubber sheets on the bed so hotel staffs stopped giving them a hard time hadn't he?

In any case they had taken a shower and gotten dressed, and Gon asked Killua to go for a walk by himself and think about what he had said.

'Screw that nonsense.. I'm go and cheer myself up the best way I know how!' Killua thought as he came to the playground area of the park. Nothing lifted his spirits like a little bit of harmless bullying.

Scanning the play area Killua spotted a good first target. a 5-6 year old with dark tanned skin and a black brush cut was digging away in the sandbox, making a moat around a sad looking sand castle he'd made with one hand, while licking away on a mint chocolate ice cream cone with the other.

spotting a plastic bucket with some water in it for the moat, Killua smirked and strolled over.

"Nice fort little guy." He said sarcastically, getting the boys attention and the kid gave him a smile.

"thanks! I was working on it for like ever!" The little guy said, apparently not recognizing the tone.

"Heh, Would be a shame if something happened to it though." Killua chuckled. "you did get house insurance against giants right?"

"Uhhh what?"

"well what if some big mean old giant.." Killua started, stepping into the sand box now. "Just came up..and did THIS!" Killua asked and stomped his foot down on top of the fort, snickering as the little guys eyes went wide.

"HEY! WHY'D YA DO THAT?!?" the little guy yelled, starting to stand up and with tears welling in his eyes.

"Because i'm better, stronger and therefore better then you. Little dorks have to get put in their place." Killua sneer and then grabbed the arm holding the ice cream cone and make the kid smuch it onto his hair. "Geez you little dorks are SUCH messy eaters!"

The boy squealed as the sudden cold on his head and how icky it felt.

"S-Stop this! I-I" the boy tried to make his threat clear but he was also trying not to full on bawl.

"heyyy don't worry about it, I'll help you clear up!" Killua laughed, then snatched up the bucket with the water in it and dumped it on the boys head, then tugged it down over the kids eyes.

"Hey, that's a good look for you, but it's missing something." Killua said and sneered, then turned the boy around and tugged back the kid's short then tanked up on the poor little guys briefs.

"Awww, a fan of sailor moon I see!" Killua teased and hooked the back of the briefs on the back of the bucket, then booted the kid in the ass, sending him sprawling out of the sand pit.

"Alright, I had my fun, get the fuck out of here before I decide to be mean." Killua said cheerfully.

the thought that all of this had been Killua being nice light a fire under the boy's butt, and he ran/crawled off, not even trying to remove the helmet or pick the wedgie out of his butt.

"well, I feel better already." Killua commented to himself, though he noticed a few other kids and adults glaring at him.

"Oh by all means, anyone who wants to try and punish me.. " Killua said, going from a happy goofy look to his slash smile. "Step up."

no one did.

After scaring two more little guys into give him all their ice cream money Killua was in the middle of getting a cone (Double chocolate mint just like the dork had had, it had looked good after all) when he heard a familiar voice.

"That's him Carlo! that's the bully!" cried the dork from before.

Turning around slowly Killua smirked, Carlo was clearly the dork's big brother, and while he was a little bit taller then Killua he had a slim build and the same tanned skin, though his hair was a bit longer while still being short.

"Ok mister, I'm going to give you ONE chance to say sorry to my little brother, and get him a replacement cone. If you don't.." Carlo said, crossing his eyes and glaring at Killua with a death glare.

Killua, who gave those out with ease froze for a tiny fraction of a second, and his bladder twitched, but he shook it off and took a long lick of his ice cream to show he wasn't scared, and to give him time to regain his composure.

"What? If i don't you'll do -what?-" Killua asked. "Try and fight me and end up hanging from the teeth ball pole by your undies? I mean, I'm mostly in a good mood now but if it's a ass kicking you want." Killua sneered.

Carlo rolled his eyes, then smirked.

"You know..I've been in a bit of a funk lately, and beating up bullies always makes me free better.. so thanks." He said.

Killua raised a eyebrow to thank but before he could react, Carlo was right next to him, and much like Killua had done before, taken a gripe on the arm with the ice cream cone.

On small difference though, Carlo wasn't going to make him put it in his hair and had tugged open the front of Killua's shorts and undies.

"W-Wait d-don't!" Killua shrieked, his plea fell on deaf ears though and he was somehow powerless to over come the taller boy power.

As such, a high pitch wail was heard as Killua's twig and berries got a double mint chocolate coating.

Killua's eyes crossed and a cartoonish image flashed in his mind as it felt like his private had just been transformed into two ice cubes and a Icicle, then there was sudden relief and warmth, making him stick his tongue out the side of his mouth in blessed relief.. at least until he noticed the warmth was traveling down his legs.

"heh, Carlo the bully wet himself!" The little guy pointed out, snickering and getting out his phone to take pictures.

"I can see that buddy, Aww, did the cold cold ice cream make da big bad bully go wee wee?" Carlo asked, folding his arms over his chest and baby talking to Killua.

"i..I uh.." Killua stammered, Sure, he was no stranger to soaking his pants at NIGHT while he was asleep, but this was a new one for him! "I..didn't go tinkle?" He finished lamely.

"Rightt then whats that making a puddle on the ground right now and staining your shorts." Carlo asked.

"..I don't have to answer that! In fact, I've had enough of false accusation's and I'm leaveing!" Killua huffed and turned around to do just that, but also exposed his back to his new found enemy.

Carlo, knowing that Killua had wedgie his little brother Hector, moved in and with on hand tugging Killua's shorts back the other grabbed the waist brand of Killua's Barney briefs and lifted up before the poor hunter even had a chance to fight back.

Killua's mouth opened as if he was screaming, and while dogs howled in pain no one with human ears could of heard the noise coming from his mouth, it was that high pitched.

Carlo smirked at the response and said "Awww, Barney briefs? that's just soo..fitting! But I wonder how strong they are?" then adding his other hand to the back of the waist band even as Killua looked over his shoulder and shook his head no, bringing his hands together pleading, Yanked the soon to be ex-hunter off the ground by a good 2 inches if now more and dangled him there as Killua turned pale and went blank eyed.

"Oh wow, those must be reinforced Carlo!" Hector marveled, recording this all for YouTube.

"I know, kinda a shame, if they weren't they'd of snapped by now and he'd know SOME relief." Carlo chuckled then turned him and Killua better into frame for the camera.

"hi I'm Carlo and this is a big bully who tried to pick on my little brother..Huh, never caught his name.. Hey wedgie boy, whats your name?" Carlo asked and holding Killua up with just one arm delivered a hard swat to Killua's buns, which also ended up making his shorts slide down around his ankles showing off his pee stained undies.

"A-AH! M-Mah name is Killua Zoldyck and I'm super super sowwy! Pwease stop!" Killua begged and pleaded, in a voice that sounded like he'd sucked on some helium.

"I dunno Hector, what do YOU think? Has Killua had enough?" Carlo asked, and Killua shot the boy he'd bullied a pleading look, bottom lip trembling and tears welling up.

"Hmmm you know I really think..that you should use him like a yo-yo till his undies snap. THEN I'll forgive him!" Hector giggled.

With both hands on the waist band Carlo went to work even as Killua started to blubber and cry for his mommy.

It ended up taking a record breaking 55 bounces before Killua's undies snapped, and by that time Killua had gone to la-la. with his undies snapped and ripped off off he was too out of it to notice that he was currently face down butt up with nothing covering his der rear and his bubble butt and little package showing.

"oh man.. that explains why he was in such a bad mood.." Hector giggled, having turned off the camera for now but uploading the video. (after all, even with a member as small of Killua's the mods on YouTube would of removed the video)

"man, makes me feel like I picked on a over sized toddler. feeling a little guilty." Carlo said, though in truth he wasn't really.

Killua's shorts were gone by this point as the boys who's ice cream money he had stolen had retrieved them, and after finding some of the cash and taking Killua's wallet, had tossed them in a bin meant for dog waste.

"Well, nothing we can do now, we don't have any spare pants for him." Hector pointed out.

"Well not quite..remember that weird vendor we passed on the way in?" Carlo said, digging into his pocket and pulling out some bill's.

"Heh.. you don't mean.." Hector asked.

"A yup. be a good boy and run and get widdle Killua something to wear." Carlo said, handing the money over and keeping a eye on 'sleeping beauty' while Hector ran off.

Killua was having a wonderful dream about having a endless buffet of candy and chocolates and it was so nice after what must of been a nightmare where he was tormented and bullied beyond belief.

He was slowly waking up and rolling over to sit up and rubbing his eyes. "Nggggh Heyyy Gon, you wouldn't believe the night..mare..I.." Killua started to say then opened his eyes, seeing Carlo and a semi crowd all around.

"Welcome back to the land of the living tiny!" Carlo said.

Killua huffed at that and stood up, about to tell Carlo off, he wasn't THAT much shorter when a breeze blew and he noticed how much he felt it on his on buns.

Looking down his face went crimson and Killua grabbed at his shirt and tugged it down, trying to cover up his privates.

"W-WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY UNDIES? MY SHORTS?!" Killua yelled, getting roars of laughter from the crowd.

"Well your undies were totally wreaked so we tossed them." Carlo said, nodding over to a waste bin for normal trash. "As for your shorts, there was a couple of boys you really seemed to annoy earlier and after getting back they're ice cream money with interest, they tossed them in the dogie waste bin..I doubt you'll want them back."

"but..but.. I can't go around with my ding dong on display!" Killua whined and whimpered.

"That's true. don't worry, I already thought of that shrimp." Carlo said and nodded behind Killua.

Killua turned to look and there was Hector, the brat he wished he'd never of picked on, running back with a pack of...DIAPERS!?

Killua whimpered loudly, a spurt of pee coming out and soaking the bottom of his shirt as he turned back to Carlo with pleading eyes.

"Please no! anything but diapers!" Killua whimpered. "I'm not a baby!"

"heh, Are you SURE about that?" Carlo asked, looking down and making Killua's gaze follow to the damp spot on Killua's t-shirt.

"i..but..that was because.." Killua mewed then shrieked and jumped, grabbing at his bun's as Hector came in range and walloped Killua's baby butt.

Ironically when he came down he landed in Carlo's waiting arms, like a blushing bride.

"Awww how cute, but you really think I'm gonna save you?" Carlo asked, then dropped Killua onto the hard ground and onto his tender buns.

"S-Stop being s-so mean to me!" Killua whined, on the verge of anther crying fit.

"Sheesh, I should of gotten him a paci." Hector said, handing the pack of diapers over to Carlo then tugging the shirt up and off of Killua, using it as a tear rag then tossing it out.

"Oh wow, Lookie here Killua~" Carlo said, reading the pack then holding it in front of Killua's face then read from the back. " 'New little poopers punishment diapers are perfect for your so called big kid who refuses to use the potty! extra thick to ensure they waddle, it comes with a embarrassingly babyish nursery print we promise to have your little stinker blushing bright red. with a special stink guard you and the big baby won't have to deal with their stink!' Heh wow, Oh look, they offer alt versions, that's something to keep in mind if you need more lessons."

Killua meanwhile was looking at the front of the package, showing sobbing pre teens in the bulky diapers and smirking parents.

"I-I changed my mind! I'll go home naked!" Killua whined.

"Nonsense! what kind of person would I be if I let you go without the diaper you CLEARLY need!" Carlo said, as if he was doing Killua a favor. "This is gonna go down one of two ways loser. You can either lay back and suck your thumb while I put as many of these as I can on you, or I can kick your ass, knock you senseless..then put as many of these as I can on you. Either way, you're going back to diapers. YOUR choice."

Killua pouted, started to ball a fist up.. then sighed and laid back, popping his thumb in his mouth and turning away from the crowd as laughter and taunts rang out.

"Loser!"

"Big baby!"

"Wuss!"

Carlo was a little disappointed that Killua decided not to fight back, but he had to admit seeing the wanna be bully accepting his big baby fate was kinda cute.

ripping the back open open Carlo smirked, dispute being the size of a pack that should be able to hold 16 diapers, there was only 6 of them in the pack and he pulled on of the massive things out, making sure everyone could see all the rattles and paci's and teddy bears and the like all over the diaper then unfolded it.

"Ok Shrimp, Butt up! If i have to lift you up I'm giving your buns a swat!" He said and wasn't shocked when Killua's butt almost levitated up in a instant to avoid any more punishment. "good boy!"

getting the almost pillow like diaper under the loser's butt, he gently pushed Killua's butt back down and smirked as Killua loudly sucked on his thumb, getting drool going down his chin as Carlo pulled the front up nice and snug and then taped it up.

"Welcome back to babyhood Shrimp." Hector said, leaning down and snickering, and making Carlo beam with pride.

In the end they only manged to double diaper Killua, the diapers were just too massive and they ripped a third one trying to get it on the babfied brat.

After he was all nice and snug in his diapers Carlo told Killua to try and get up and to Killua's massive shame, not only could he NOT get up on his own, but he couldn't even get close to bringing his knees together.

The fourth time he just plopped down on his butt trying to get up, Carlo rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"-sigh- Ok Shrimp, let me help you." Carlo said as if he was doing Killua a favor.

Holding out his hands Killua took them and got yanked up to his feet, legs wobbling as he tried to center his balance.

"heh, you might need a bit to get used to waddling in there. Try waddling over to that tree over there." Carlo said, pointing to a tree that would of only been 10 seconds away normally, but with this massive bulk taped around his hips it might as well been a mile away.

Still, Killua knew better then to argue at this point and took a wobbly step, then anther, and smirked, thinking he was getting the hand of it.

'I got this! I can-' He was thinking when his fourth step went wrong and with a loud yelp Killua plopped on his butt, a shocked look on his face but not hurt considering the thick padding under his butt.

"Awww, widdle baby Killua doesn't know how to walk!" Hector giggled, getting more laughter from the crowd.

"yeah, guess you better stick to crawling shrimp..you CAN at least do THAT can't you?" Carlo asked, tilting his head and smirking.

Killua huffed, he wanted to try and walk again but knew he wasn't getting any help and there just wasn't anything to help him get up to his feet with around. He toyed with getting in the crawling position and pushing himself up THAT way but had a feeling while he'd be in the middle of it Carlo would just smack his butt and send him face first into the dirt.

getting on all fours and trying to drown out the snickers and flashes of camera phones going off, Killua rolled around and got on all fours and then slowly crawled over towards the tree, glad that he had been right that he could crawl at least.

'at least i didn't have to do a diaper scoot across the ground, knowing my luck it would of ripped apart the diaper and I'd of gotten a spanking.' Killua thought with a sulk as he reached the tree.

"Well well, at least you can crawl, I was worried I was gonna have to carry you over." Carlo snickered. "Now use the true shrimp and get to your feet, and shake that diapered ass and sing us a song about what a big dumb baby you are and how happy you are to be back in diapers."

"..Your joking right?" Killua asked, jaw dropping. "There is NO WAY in hell I'm gonna d-" he started started to say but Carlo cracked the knuckles on his right fist and and light tapped his fist into his open left hand.

"You SURE about that?" Carlo asked.

"..W-what If I can't think of any lyrics because I'm a big dumb baby?" Killua squeaked out, flooding his pampers.

"I'm sure you'll think of something. It's ok if your dumb is lame though, your just a diaper baby shrimp." Carlo said.

Grunting with effort, Killua pulled himself to his feet, hands braced on the three and looked over his shoulder, the crowd was watching with delight and he trying to think of something, anything to sing.

"I...I'm big baby Killua and I'm so happy.." he started, wiggling his diaper, shutting his eyes.

"Because a big strong boy put me in a nappy!

Diapers are totally wear I belong!

so I hope all of you love my big dumb baby song!

I thought I was a bully but I'm just a dweeb

filling my diapers up with pee pee

If i ask for undies look at me like I'm a nut

then make baby poop with a punch to the gut!"

The act of singing the song and keep his eyes closed so he didn't have to see the crowd (though he could hear them laughing and cheering him on) had Killua's body getting into it and he was shaking his diaper booty like there was no tomorrow.

"Stupid babies like me we don't need to think!

we just sit in our diaper and super stink!

Watch me prove that as a baby I'm the best

I'm gonna fill my diapers with a super big mess!"

Killua's eyes shot open at that, had he really just promised that!? worse, his body was again moving on it's own accord and he was squatting down now, grunting and pushing, puffing out his cheeks.

'no no no no! why can't I stop myself! GOOOON! HELP!' Killua thought.

"Killua? whats going on?" Came Gon's voice.

Killua almost didn't believe it at first, it was just he wanted Gon to save him that he heard the voice of his boyfriend! But no, a look over his shoulder showed Gon standing there, eyebrow raised.

"G-Gon you have to s-save me! I-I-I.." Killua tried to tell Gon about what had happened, how he'd been victimized but before he could get the story out, something else came out in the back of his diaper. "I'M POOPING!" Killua cried out.

if the muffled farts hadn't of been hint enough, the back of the THICK diapers bloating out and getting even bigger would of given it away, and despite the diaper's boast of super stink guard, Killua's backed up stinky load (he hadn't gone in 5 days) was filling the area with a rotten smell, driving part of the crowd away.

Gon for his part just held his nose and then shook his head.

"Really Killua? You won't wear diapers to bed despite being a bed wetter, but you'll load them in public..Your coming with me mister man." Gon scolded and walked over.

"Um.. Should we tell him-" hector started to ask Carlo, holding his own nose.

"Nah, it's better this way. you can get out of the area of effect though, I'm gonna go say by by to baby Killua."

Walking over Gon was scolding Killua and swatting his boyfriends mushy butt as Killua whined and whimpered, sucking his thumb and still going.

"Hi, I'm Carlo...I was watching your little guy today." Carlo said, holding out a hand.

"Oh, well, thanks. I'm sure he was a handful." Gon said, giving Killua a look then shaking Carlo's hand.

"well he wasn't that bad. it was a lot of fun actually. anyways, here's the rest of the diapers Killua got and asked me to put on him, and if you even need a babysitter, give me a call." Carlo said.

"Heh, i just might, give me your number." Gon said, taking out his phone and handing it to Carlo, one hand still mushing Killua's tush.

"there we go. anyways, you two have fun! Byeeee baby Killua! you were LOTS of fun to play with." Carlo said and waved bye to the stinky big baby.

"Killua, don't be rude!" Gon scolded.

Killua whimpered, knowing there was no way he was living this down, he was gonna be in diapers for at LEAST a month..and knew it was pointless to try and tell the truth now.

Sliding his thumb out of his mouth as he finished loading his diaper, he gave a weak wave to Carlo and in a small voice said

"Bye bye."

The end

[wiypt-writes]

What The Stark Spangled F**k?

A Stark Spangled Forever One Shot: Of Small Boys And Big Men

Summary: Steve isn’t the only Rogers male who’s protective over Katie…

Warnings: Some language…not much!

Words: 1.2k

A/N: So this one just came to me after a pretty shitty week, and it’s dedicated to my gals @sweater-daddiesdumbdork and @icanfeelastormbrewing . Hope it put a smile on your faces.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Stark Spangled Forever Masterlist // Main Masterlist

With four young kids badgering her for what felt like every waking hour, a bath in peace with a large pinot was the best blessing Katie could wish for. But now, as she’d been hiding for almost an hour, she knew it was time to face the music. With a contented sigh, she climbed out, wrapped herself in a towel and emerged into the bedroom, giving a little start as she saw Harry sat on hers and Steve’s bed, propped up on the mountain of cushions, his eyes fixed on the TV.

“You okay, baby?” She asked and he turned to look at her, flashing her a smile.

“Daddy said I could watch TV here.” He grinned. “Jamie is playing is ‘pooter in the den and Ror-wi,” he glowered, folding his arms, “she’s watching girl stuff.”

Katie chuckled. “What’s Daddy doing?”

“He’s in the kitchen with Uncle Sammy and Uncle Buck.” Harry answered as Katie sat on the edge of the bed. “They came before to drink beer.”

“What else is new?” Katie chuckled as he crawled over the soft duvet towards her and clambered into her lap. “You not drinking beer, too?”

“Daddy said I can’t have none until I’m... ermmm,” he looked at his hands before he held them up, all fingers extended, “this many.”

Katie chuckled and dropped a kiss to his head. “Well, how about I get my pajamas on and we’ll get hot chocolate and come back up here and snuggle whilst we watch a film?”

“Toy Story?” Harry’s eyes lit up and Katie nodded.

“Sure thing.”

“Okay.” He nodded, one of his hands reaching up to tangle in the necklace around her neck before he paused, and his fingers moved to her shoulder tracing over the now faded but still ever present scar from that fateful day on the bridge in DC. “What’s this?”

“Oh errr...” Katie hesitated for a while, trying to think how to answer. She’d always tried to be as honest with her kids as possible but how to explain to a three year old that it was a result of his momma being shot by one of his favourite people on Earth?

“Did someone hurt you?” He asked, his eyes wide and she took a deep breath.

“Yeah, a long time ago. I got shot.” She smiled. “But I’m okay now.”

“Was it the bad person who made Uncle Nee go away?”

“No, it…” Katie shook her head, “it’s a long story, honey. You’re too little to understand.”

At that Harry frowned. “Jamie says that all the time but I’m not a baby, now momma. I’m nearly four!”

Katie inwardly groaned, she knew he hated it when anyone insinuated he was a baby, especially now he technically wasn’t their baby anymore; not now, Flossie was the youngest. As his frown deepened, making him look ridiculously like his elder brother and father, his eyes cast downwards and he sighed.

The pout and the downcast eyes, coupled with the fact that Harry openly expressed his discontent at being called a baby, or close to, especially by his mother, guilted Katie in. She thought a moment on how she could explain it properly to him without hurting his feelings and making Bucky not look like a horrible person.

"Well, a long time ago, there was a man, who..." she paused in thought, "was under a bit of confusion, like in Toy Story 3, when Buzz becomes Senior Buzz, and he's confused and talks funny, and doesn't know who any of his friends are. That was the man who shot me."

"Yous shot by Senior Buzz, Mama?" Harry tired piecing it together.

"Not exactly. The man was confused like Buzz, he didn't remember who he was or that he hurt people."

"What did he wook wike?"

"He had long dark hair, he wore armor, and had a metal arm," Katie waited briefly to see if Harry would piece together her description and when the tot sat there looking for more information, she continued. "I was with your Daddy, and Uncle Sammy, and when we saw him, Daddy knew who he was and it broke his heart and mine."

"Who?"

"It was Uncle Bucky, but some very bad men had made him very confused for a very long time and he didn't know who he was, and he didn't remember Daddy and..."

"Uncle Bucky hurt you?"

Katie registered the look on her youngest son's face and she sighed. It wasn't easy explaining this, especially given how Harry was as inquisitive as he was, a trait obviously from herself. That Rogers frown appeared again on Harry's face as he puckered his lips up, and without another word he climbed down from his mother's lap and sulked off out of the room.

In haste and hoping to talk to him a bit better, Katie quickly dressed into her pajama pants and a sweatshirt of Steve's before following Harry, calling his name.

****

Steve watched as Bucky leaned against the kitchen counter, beer poised to his lips as he shook his head, snorting.

“No that’s not how it happened, at all.” He shot Sam a look. “The chute didn’t open.”

“It didn’t open because you didn’t wear it!” Sam scoffed, pointing his bottle at Bucky as he lounged in one of the chairs round the table as he took a pull from his drink. He swallowed and shot an accusatory look at Steve. “Dude, he’s worse than you. And that’s saying something!”

Before Steve could reply there was a sudden flurry of light brown hair as Harry whizzed into the room, bee lining straight for Bucky.

“Hey pal, how....” but before Bucky could finish his greeting, Harry had nailed him with a fist, straight into gut before following up with one that smacked him right in the crotch.

There were yells and movement from all three men, Sam’s contained an unmistakable undercurrent of amusement as he rose from the table to help, whilst Bucky’s was laced with pain as he bent forward, his hand covering the front of his jeans where Harry had landed a pretty strong thump. But the loudest shout of all was a stern, angry one from Steve.

“Henry Steven Rogers!” He blazed, gripping the boy gently round his upper arm, spinning him to face him. “What on earth?!”

“He hurt Momma! ” Harry’s furious eyes met Steve’s and Steve looked at his son, blinking bemusedly as he frowned.

“He hurt Momma? What-“

“Harry!” Katie appeared in the doorway, her hair piled on her head, as she rushed towards her little boy and crouched down in front of him. “It was a long time ago, and I’m okay now. I told you, Uncle Bucky didn’t mean it.”

“He shot you!” Harry looked at his mom before he turned and glared once more at Bucky, who was now straightened back up, waving Sam away as he took deep breaths, his face pale.

Katie sighed and hung her head before she looked at Steve then to Bucky. “He saw the scar on my shoulder.” She said gently, and at that Bucky hung his head, shaking it a little. “I’m sorry, Buck, I didn’t think...”

“Don’t.” Bucky grimaced, waving her apology away.

“Why did you shoot my mommy?” Harry demanded and Bucky hesitated before Steve gently spoke.

“Pal, look, it was a long time ago and your Uncle Bucky, well, he was confused and...”

“Yeah like Buzz.” Harry nodded, “but he shouldn’t have done it. No one hurts Momma, you said that.”

“I did, yeah.” Steve nodded.

“Hey, listen, he saved me once too.” Katie, suddenly struck with an idea spoke quickly. “He rescued me from a lot of very bad people and that’s good, yeah?”

It was lame, really lame, but it seemed to have done the trick as Harry’s face softened as he looked from Katie, to Steve then to Bucky.

“You did?”

Bucky nodded.

“Oh. Okay.”

Crisis averted, Steve let out a loud exhale before he looked at Harry. “Buddy, you can’t hit people like that.”

“But...”

“No buts, you got something to say to Uncle Bucky?”

Harry eyed Bucky, clearly contemplating whether he wanted to apologise or not, but when further goaded by a look from his father, not just any but 'the look' that meant business, Harry sighed, and wth a roll of his eyes that was so Stark like it made Steve want to laugh, he turned to Bucky.

"I’m sowwy. I don't wike it when people hurt Momma."

Bucky smiled at him, crouching down a little, wincing as he did so. “It’s okay, Pal. For what it’s worth I’m sorry too. But I don’t do that anymore, okay? You got nothing to be scared of.”

“I’m not scared.” Harry shrugged. “Daddy’s bigger than you, Jamie said he could kick your ass.”

At that Bucky snorted as behind Harry, Steve bit his lip and looked at Katie who was trying her hardest not to laugh as she shot him a wink.

“Well, maybe.” Bucky shrugged. “But I don’t wanna fight your dad, he’s my friend.”

“Come on.” Katie spoke as she stood up, holding out her hand. “Let’s go back upstairs and watch a movie. Sure if we ask nicely, Daddy will make us his special hot chocolate.”

“Hmmm I’m not sure.” Steve teased.

“Pweeeese!” Harry grinned at his dad. “Can I have cream and spwinkles?”

“Alright.” Steve smiled, running his hand over his son’s hair and stood up. He shot Bucky an apologetic look and his friend shook his head.

“Hey Harry, I gotta say buddy, that was a good hit.” Sam spoke. “Wish I’d filmed it.”

Harry, completely nonplussed, grinned at Sam before he held his arms up at Katie. She hooked her hands under his armpits and lifted him up, kissing his cheek.

“I’ll fetch it up in a minute, Doll.” Steve looked at her as she gave him a quick peck.

“No rush.” She smiled. “Goodnight guys.”

Bucky and Sam both waved as she turned and made for the door.

Steve watched them for a moment, smiling softly to himself. The way both his boys cared so much for their momma was something he was immensely proud of and the best thing they’d picked up from him, in his opinion. He’d always strived to instil into Jamie that he should look after and care for Katie and his sisters as best he could, and to his credit he did. And the fact that Harry seemed to be going the same way made Steve’s heart swell.

As Katie carried Harry through the door, the tot looked over his momma’s shoulder and raised his arm, extending his fore and middle finger before bringing them to his eyes and pointing at Bucky, the universal sign for 'I’m watching you' .

Steve just about managed to hold it together until his wife and son had rounded the corner towards the stairs before a huge laugh erupted from his mouth.

[hannie-dul-set]

who in nct 127 would agree to platonically kiss you

i see you're back, you weirdo. finished with seventeen, now let's move on to nct 127!! i would do all of them but 21 members is a bit too much for my dried up sea sponge imitation of a brain, don't you think? anyways, let's get this show on the road!!

dream ver. / seventeen ver.

taeil: listen here, man is already used to hyuck constantly trying to get a bite of his face, do you think asking for a kiss will phase him? he'd give you a nonchalant sure and get on with it. hurry. chop chop. being a wanted man is tiring make it quick. downside is it will turn into his way of greeting you when you see him again. he will not let you live it down | rating: 8/10 because "hey y/n no kiss today?" "oh why are you pouting, want a kiss?" and you're like STOP. PLEASE. but does he stop? no.

johnny: "try your best lol" yeah he wouldn't mind. yeah he'd let you kiss him. that is if you could actually reach him lmao. it will turn into a game with you constantly trying to jump/climb/chop off his legs just so you can kiss him, but johnny is unbeatable even if you're taller/as tall as him. if you're persistent enough he'd eventually give in. he'd stop and actually let you get near him, that shit eating grin on his face but then SIKE. bitch you thought | rating: 3/10 because it's good exercise.

taeyong: lmao this one's another fun game. he'd say yes sure ofc but he's nervous poor baby. and you were about to give him a lil smooch but all of a sudden— fight or flight instincts: activated. OOPS i didn't mean to swerve away haha my body moved on it's own sorry let me try that again. OOPS shit are you okay?? omg i didn't mean to push you off the couch and into the coffee table and injure your back i'm sowwy huhu ; - ; | rating: 2/10 all you wanted was to test if your new lipstick was gonna smudge but what you got was a fresh purple bruise.

yuta: ask and you shall receive. actually even if you don't ask, you'll still receive because if you're friends with him, there's a ninety-nine percent chance that you've already made out with him before. drunk or sober doesn't matter. no words needed, just give him a look and he'll be like "that's my cue" and within seconds his tongue is all over yours like a maniac | rating : 10/10 psh this is all in a days job for yuta.

doyoung: he'll think your crazy (you are crazy) absolutely mad. a brute. he isn't dealing with your bullshit, who do you think he is? you think you're hot shit huh? think you can just get a kiss from him if you ask? god the disrespect. try sending him 18th century-esque love letters, first. balcony serenade him. stare at him longingly across the palace ballroom. send him a fresh rose every single day at his doorstep then maybe by then he'll let you hold his hand | rating: 6/10 the effort is worth it, i promise.

jaehyun: to everyone who still has the fratboy persona pinned on jaehyun, you're wrong shut the fuck up. you'd casually ask him if you can kiss in this picture perfect, out of a movie scene scenario for your story or whatever the fuck and he's down for it. absolutely down. haha his nerves aren't going crazy at all. he acts so confident and carefree and you actually think he's chill with it and you're like cool let's smooch. but on the inside he's like what??? is this??? oh my fuckindhshhdj | rating: 8/10 jaehyun is a good kisser and just as good at falling in love easily oops.

winwin: you're gonna die. you've signed up for death. he is going to throw you into the 5th circle of hell. did i mention that you're gonna die? also did you forget how strong sicheng is? my god what a mistake you have done. he won't even say anything throughout. if you even get a CENTIMETER closer into his safe zone, he will destroy you. he will make you perish. you will regret this please reconsider | rating: 0/10 you're a dumbass for even trying. my god what is wrong with you.

jungwoo: oh? you want to kiss him? you really want to? congrats! because he wants to too!! the only problem is he's gonna take this as permission to never stop kissing you. you're eating cereal? oh! a kiss for you uwu. you just happened to pass by him? surprise smooch! you've just subscribed to jungwoo's eternal scmooching services. sorry, there is no cancellation. thank you | rating: 9/10 minus one point because you're like jungwoo stop i think this is enough and he's like no ❤

mark: oh my god you're gonna break him. he's gonna start foaming at the mouth, eyes twitching, and steam is gonna escape from his ears. oh that's what you're trying to do? okay then (you monster). the moment you ask him he is gonna break and he won't have the receptors to even say yes or no my god. why would you want this | rating: 1/10 are you a sadist? do you like seeing others in pain? because if that's the case then 10/10.

donghyuck: "you want to kiss me? are you in love with me or something? damn you're in love with me aren't you haha guys y/n is in love with me can you believe that" we all know how much of a little shit he is. but in actuality he's too much of a loser to actually pull through it. he'd be like yeah psh a kiss? that's all you want? WEAK (you're the weak one, hyuck) will start burning up once you actually do, and all that happens is your lips slightly grazing against one other and he'd be like "CUT. END SCENE. THANK YOU" | rating: 5/10 that wasn't even a kiss rip.

[burnedbyshoto]

mamihlapinatapei

— mamihlapinatapei: wordless yet meaningful look shared by two people who desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to start. —

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pairing: todoroki natsuo x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, daddy kink, praise, choking, cockwarming, orgasm denial

word count: 8,903

a/n: a commission for @redbeanteax​, sorry it took so long. my back is in so much pain and good god did i feel like i was cheating on shouto when writing this. i hope you enjoy it!!!!

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Soulmates were an old concept.

It was this phenomenon that had first occurred so many years ago. It was a miracle that allowed the two perfect halves come together. 

In its initial introduction, divorce rates and plummeted to all-time lows! For an entire generation, divorce rates were at an all-time low of zero. No one in the world were getting divorces, choosing to stay with the person that was deemed worthy of them. It seemed for some time that people were going to fall in love with their soulmates and find happiness and prosperity for them.

That is until soulmates crossed borders, seas, racial tensions, economic differences, and sexual preferences…

The rich stopped trying to bring someone in for a rag to riches effect, choosing to instead marry within their own class circle, choosing wealth over love. International soulmates couldn’t figure out a common language, they’d sit in front of each other with lousy translator apps, unable to talk freely and openly, and soon their relationship was destroyed. Racial tensions were especially hard. There were reports of soulmates waking back up into their bodies to find their home destroyed and family hurt because their soulmate could not stand the thought -- the idea -- of the race of their soulmate. There were still homophobic people in this world of soulmates who could not accept their sexuality when presented to their soulmate who was the same gender and would not leave any means of contact behind.

Soulmates, while excellent and loving when it is something within your reach, turned out to be a pretty fucked up thing.

But nevertheless, it didn’t stop you from ever hoping that whoever your soulmate was, it would be someone who would love you precisely who you are, no matter who they were.

Your tired eyes focused on your paper, your eyes scanning the different lines that glowed on your computer screen, trying to find a better way to propose your thoughts. There wasn’t much to this paper, it was a reasonably simple paper about the pros and cons of soulmates for your anthro and philosophy class. Since you were little, you revered in the concept of soulmates, your excitement to be in love with someone for the rest of your life was a pretty solid thing, even at a young age.

As you grew older, you held onto this idea, choosing to ignore the issues with soulmates in favor of optimism and positivity. There were still many, many happy and in love, soulmates! After all, there was still an 87% rate for soulmates marrying each other, the opposing 13% came from the worst of people, the most disadvantaged of people, and the most influential people. It’s how it was.

For a college student in Japan, you figured that you had a solid chance of having a soulmate that you could love and have their love in return. But your issue was the mystery behind it, the unknowing of it all. While you knew that soulmates did mean pure love, there was a part of you that hoped that there this someone out there was someone you already knew.

Well, there was one person in particular.

“I’ll proofread your paper if you look at mine,” a tired voice croaked from hours of not being used.

Your eyes felt dry, and you glanced up at the white-haired boy who was the holder of your affections for about two years now. 

Todoroki Natsuo.

“Only if you don’t make fun of mine, I’m so bad at this philosophical bullshit,” you groan, rubbing your face. You heard Natsuo snort, his arms stretched above his head, and your eyes dropped back down onto your screen, not wanting to be staring at him. 

“Oh please, I’m sure I’ll feel leagues smarter by the time I finish reading it,” he grinned, and you felt yourself looking back at the white-haired man who was pushing his laptop towards you.

“You’re annoying,” you sigh, but there’s an undeniable smile on your face when you hand over your own device.

“Sure, sure.”

What was there to say about him?

You had met him two years ago during freshmen orientation, he was in your introduction group, and coincidentally in the same classes as you. The two of you ended up getting fairly close over the first semester of college, and by the end of your spring semester, you realized in horror that you had a crush on him.

These feelings weren’t bad, he was a respectful and caring boyfriend, that was something you knew without a doubt. Of course, knowing that he is that, and not hypothetically assuming it meant that he had a girlfriend. Yes, Todoroki Natsuo was a taken man.

You’d never really met his girlfriend. You knew who she was, how she looked like, her favorite things in the world, and her least favorite things, that’s how much Natuso talked about her. You had the pleasure of meeting her once, and the only thing you could remember is that she had mouse ears and the personality of a mouse. Scared, timid, and squeaky.

She barely talked to you, and after the initial meeting would never join Natsuo and you anywhere.

You didn’t take it personally, you wouldn’t really want to hang out with her either, especially with how you felt about Natsuo. It was a conflict of pretending that you and Natsuo were falling in love, ignoring the impeding time you had to be with him, and of course, the guilt that coursed through your body whenever you rested your head against his shoulder during these late-night studies. 

In two weeks, it was July 2.

Somehow on this day, you would swap bodies with your soulmate when you fell asleep, and when you woke up, you had five minutes to figure out how to get them to reconnect with you. Most people left their phones unlocked that day, letting their soulmates leave their phone numbers in their phone, sometimes they’d leave their address, and Instagram and Twitter handle. After so many generations of soulmates experiencing this, and the ever-evolving technology, this was the way that people effectively found their soulmates once the five minutes were up.

But unlike what people had once assumed, there was no exact age as to when you would swap bodies. Some people were lucky to swap bodies at the age of sixteen, and the oldest recorded case was when someone was twenty-four. You were nineteen, as was Natsuo, neither one of you had this soulmate experience yet, but unlike before, you had a strong feeling that this was your year.

“It looks great,” Natsuo whistled lowly, his head shaking while giving back your laptop. 

You felt your face grow warm at the praise, your fingers highlighting another sentence for him to correct, “Thanks.”

“What you thinking about mine?”

You sighed, pushing away from the table so that you were looking into his grey eyes that looked at you with curiosity and high respect. 

“I’m a bit confused about your position,” you admitted, your fingers brushing back your hair so that you could look at the man whose lips pursed in thought. “You’re saying that soulmates are bullshit, but you believe it regardless?”

Natsuo nods his head, an embarrassed blush stretching across his face, “Well yeah, they kinda are. How is some cosmic thing the thing in charge of telling me about who I am to truly love?”

“So when you find out who your soulmate is, you won’t love them, but you’ll stay with them?”

“Yes? I don’t know… I know that my parents aren’t soulmates, and that didn’t work out. It’s hard for me to explain, but I really like Mausua, and I want to see how far things can go with her,” Natuso explains his thoughts to you, that stupid grin spreading on his face that always appeared whenever he talked about her. “I mean for years people didn’t marry their exact soulmates, but they were happy and in love for ages. Why can’t I try that out?”

You tried to hide the fact that those words hurt you. It shouldn’t have mattered, after all, there was no saying that the two of you were soulmates, and the probability of that happening was entirely slim to none. 

“Yeah, why not?”

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June 30 - one-week left

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You were slumped on top of the table, your head banging against the cool wood while Natsuo recited his notes to you. The both of you were in the middle of some argument that had tailed off in fifty different directions, neither one of you admitting defeat.

“Natsuo, I don’t give a flying fuck if that’s what the notes say!” you yell, throwing your eraser at his head, an act that he easily evaded while continuing to read off his notes. “You don’t give the baby the torch flame!”

“You’re not even listening to what I’m saying,” Natsuo insists with a laugh, his notebook coming to hit your back slightly. “If you give the baby the flame, they’ll be unbeatable!”

If you could roll your eyes any harder than they did now, you were sure you would manage to see your brain, but instead, you shifted on the table so that you were facing Natsuo, and you stuck out your tongue.

“Put your tongue back in your mouth before I pinch it.”

“Sowwy, I donth understhand,” you retorted your nose, turning up towards the ceiling.

Natsuo’s hands grabbed your wrists, and you shrieked, immediately trying to fight him off while he dragged you towards him. Screams and laughter filled the air until Natsuo accidentally pulled you off the table. So there you two sat, on the floor of the study room, in hysterics.

Your hands clutched your sides, breathing failing you while your ass stung slightly from the pain of falling. Natsuo’s face was red, his feet slamming against the floor periodically enough that you almost assumed that he was going to pee himself. 

“Just go to your stupid date already,” you groaned once your laughter subsided, your eyes resting on Natsuo, who was now laying on the floor exhausted. “You’re going to be late!”

Every Saturday after you and Natsuo were done studying, he would have a date night with Mausua. It was something he never missed, something he always made sure they did, even when his nose was dripping with snot, and he had the worst migraine. It’s just how he was.

Natsuo paused, his eyes looking at you with a shine of pain, and you sat up despite the soreness of your stomach. There was something wrong.

“She broke up with me,” Natuso admitted with a stiff smile, his shoulders shrugging. “Last night, she had this feeling that this was her year to find her soulmate, and well, I don’t know…”

His hand dragged across his face, and your eyebrows scrunched together. Scooting closer to him, you sat shoulder to shoulder with him before you nudged him with the back of your hand, “You feeling okay?”

“Yeah, actually I am,” Natsuo responded despite the wry smile on his face, “I mean, it sucks, but what can I do about it?”

“Cry, scream, we can go buy cats and put them by her front door,” you began listing off a bunch of different things, most ideas being straight near criminal, but it made Natsuo laugh.

“Remind me to never mess with you,” Natsuo shoves you with his shoulder. The force of that alone nearly sends you flying, but you merely grunt in response. “But, I’m fine.”

“You sure?” you ask, obviously unconvinced.

“Yeah,” he nods, “I will take a hug if you don’t believe me.”

Rolling your eyes, you stood up, stretching out a hand you helped Natsuo to his feet, and without a second thought, you wrapped him into a hug. Your body feels just a bit warm when he held you close. 

“I’ll show up at her door with a cat and a baby with a blowtorch, just say the word.”

“Stop, you menace.”

“Shut up, you know you love me.”

“Have I ever denied that before?”

“Yes.”

“True.”

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“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!” You screamed, shoving a birthday present into Natsuo’s face the moment he opened the door. 

Natsuo graciously accepted the present, his face brightening with a smile while he thanked you for the gift. “I thought I said I didn’t need anything.”

You shrugged, walking into the house and taking off your shoes, “That’s what you thought, but I am far wiser and know exactly what you need!”

Natsuo snorts, closing the door behind you, and the two of you make light chatter while walking into the house. It had been a while since you came to his house. The last time you had been around, he was still living under the same roof with his dad, but this one was without him. The house had a different energy to it, one that was nothing similar to that of the old house. It was comforting and warm, despite the coldness the family preferred.

Today was Natsuo’s birthday, and he had invited you over for his birthday dinner with his family, something that he didn’t do last year with you. Thankfully you had met most of his family, his sister Fuyumi was an obvious one, and you also had the chance of meeting Rei the other month while running into the mother and son at a tea shop one day. You also had sort of met his baby brother Shouto, who you only really knew because of the U.A. Sports Festival.

Dinner was lovely, the four Todoroki’s, and you enjoyed a bunch of sashimi while talking. The family dynamic was also bizarre for you to experience. Fuyumi was obviously used to being the conversationalist. She was very talkative and inquisitive during the entire night. Shouto was trying his hardest to -- in the most helpful way possible -- act normal. He was stiff but a good conversationalist if you overlooked the often weird phrases he had to say. Rei seemed to be the mediator, trying her best to enjoy the situation but also getting involved within these sibling discussions. And of course, there was Natsuo, who for the first time since you’ve met him was being quite the Drama Queen. 

It was endearing to watch Natsuo quarrel with his sister and brother over matters that seemed so trivial and pointless. They were all very strongwilled, it seemed.

“How about you, y/n-chan,” Rei smiled at you, interrupting the ridiculous argument between Shouto and Natsuo about how Natsuo wasn’t going to wake up in someone else’s body the next morning. “Are you expecting to wake up in your soulmate’s body?”

You smiled stiffly, the searing gaze of the two Todoroki brothers burning into your body while you stared at Rei, was this family always this intense?

“Well, I haven’t yet,” you laugh, brushing your hair to the side, “I would definitely like to, but there’s no saying.”

Shouto seemed to sigh, his finger pointing at you, then motioning over to Natsuo, “But is Natsuo going to wake up knowing his soulmate?”

“Shouto!”

Dinner ended with a scoop of ice cream, and you listened in horror and fascination. At the same time, Shouto explained to his family about the insane adventures he’d had at U.A. After helping with cleaning up and thanking the family for dinner, you ended up following Natsuo into his room.

It took no time for you to fall onto his futon, your arms spread out on his bed while Natsuo grabbed your present for him.

“I wonder what this is,” he sang, plopping down next to you.

You immediately sat back up, a grin on your face due to the excitement that flooded your veins, knowing that this was a pretty damn good present. 

“Obviously, it’s a photo album of me,” you teased, and he seemed to agree that it was that while he unwrapped it.

From the bag, he pulled out a hoodie that he had been raving about for months now. He had never bought it because he sucked at saving up money for this exclusive hoodie. It was a navy blue sweatshirt that had English print all over it, you couldn’t read what it said as you didn’t learn English while in high school, but it was supposed to be pretty cool.

“Y/n,” Natsuo breathed slowly, his eyes wide and round, his fingers barely touching the fabric. It was as if he felt the material too much it was stain with his fingertips or complete disintegrates within his touch. “How did you? It was sold out, I checked!”

“You told me about how much you wanted this months ago. It was too late for Christmas, so I bought it in advance for your birthday,” you explained with a grin. Warmth flooded your chest while you watched his starstruck expression, and you only felt your heart beat faster when he turned his attention onto you. So you smiled, even more, your eyes closing in your mirth, “Happy birthday, Natsuo!”

You expected him to hug you, to bring you in close and tell you how grateful he was for this gift -- if that much. But when his fingers touched your cheeks, your eyes flew open to see his gaze focused on your lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

There was nothing you could say, your words failing you entirely because this is what you had wanted for years. Tonight was going to be life-changing for you -- whether it was a pleasant change or an adverse change, you had no idea. You’d wanted this for too long to deny him a just a kiss, right?

Your heart is hammering so loudly you swear he can hear it, and with a shaky placement of your hands on his wrist, you seal the space left between the two of you.

While you had never officially dated anyone before, you’ve definitely kissed other people before Natsuo. Most of the other kisses you had were -- quite frankly -- unideal. Stiff and cold lips, rigid bodies, too much saliva pouring from their mouths, disgust soaking your spine, and awkward hand roaming. But this? This was more than anything you could have ever hoped for.

His lips were gentle against yours. A soft rose petal that warmed you from the inside out, a flexible coax that reminded you that despite your ideals, this is what you wanted most. Your head tilted to the side, allowing your meeting lips to connect further, your bodies coming together in yet a bigger and more powerful wave. 

But as the sensations that riled your blood and nerves, the actions the two of you grew bolder, riskier, much more passionate.

His fingers released your chin, moving to grip onto your waist, pulling you in. You gasped against his lips, the demanding actions catching you off guard. Your hands pressed onto his chest, your legs shifting so that you were now straddling the larger boy, and you swore you could see stars the second his tongue skimmed your bottom lip.

Closer.

Better.

Wistful.

Your back arched, your chest meeting his when his tongue traced the roof of your mouth, and your hips involuntarily ground against his nearly trembling thighs. He hissed, barely loud enough for you to hear, but his cold fingers slid under your shirt, and you shuddered.

There was no time to react, you felt your body being flipped, and Natsuo was on top of you, his hips grinding into you emphatically, continuously, and unrelentingly. Your hips met his with every movement, your legs wrapped tightly against his waist, trying your best to get him to lose his train of thought with every roll of your hips. The growing bulge in his pants was only a clear indictment to what you were doing to him. Of what was to come of this night. Your head fell back, your jaw-dropping, while you made choking noises, refusing to let such a loud audible noise escape your mouth. But it seemed that Natsuo wanted to hear you moan, to feel you squirm against his hold.

This was making your body explode with sensations you didn’t think was possible from someone who wasn’t your soulmate. 

Natsuo’s lips pressed down your neck to your chest, your mind swam with the word soulmate, and your tongue was drenched with his name.

Soulmate.

Tonight was the night you were going to find out.

“I’ve been in love with you for so long,” Natsuo groaned, his tongue leaving wet stripes against your chest, and with the feeling of his fingers tweaking at your nipples through your shirt, you panicked.

“Get off me!” you squeaked, your hands shoving at his shoulders, your legs unwrapping around him.

“What’s wrong?!” Natsuo panics, his hands checking up and down his wrinkled clothes, his body on edge and filled with worry. “Did I do something wrong?!”

“I can’t do this!” you pant, your body feeling itchy at your conflicting emotions. You could do this, you knew that. It would take nothing for you to spend the night with one Todoroki Natsuo, but not on this night, not when you were so sure that you would figure out who your soulmate is. Not if they would wake up in your body with a naked man beside them. No, you couldn’t do that. “Tonight is the special night… and I can’t… we can’t! Not when there’s a possibility that someone is waiting for me!”

Natsuo’s eyebrows furrow, his face setting into an icy frown. There was a clear understanding on his face, emotions that let you know that while he was very disappointed, he understood.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, your gaze no longer able to reach his.

“It’s okay,” he smiles weakly, but his voice is distant and terse. “I’ll see you out…”

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Your eyes focused on the ceiling of your bedroom.

Even though it was three hours since you’ve left the Todoroki residence, your heart was still unfairly beating at the thought of Natsuo kissing you, and the implications of what the both of you wanted to do but hadn’t mustered the courage to do. 

You thought about the fact that he had just broken up with his girlfriend seven days ago, maybe he was projecting his no longer met hormones on you? There was no way your best friend was in love with you and chose not to say anything about it until now. But then again, because he was in a relationship, that confession would have been a dick move. But if he did love you, and not her, why would he have stayed with her?

You’re not really sure when you managed to pass out, considering that you had been tossing and turning for literal hours. But soon, you drifted off to sleep, with nothing but a prayer that when you woke up that you would be in someone else’s body. 

Your eyes opened when a crack of sunlight hit your face, and you slammed a hand against your face. But your hand came down heavier against your face, and you groaned in pain. But it wasn’t your voice…

Shooting up from your bed, your eyes searched the room around you. It wasn’t yours, you knew that much. But there was something familiar about the color of the walls and the furniture of the room. Rushing to your feet, you saw a mirror and looked into it. 

You were met with grey eyes, gentle, kind, and familiar grey eyes. Your fingers traced the pale skin and felt the white hair on your head.

What were the chances?

Todoroki Natsuo was your soulmate.

A smile spread across your face, an unbelievably gracious joy filling you up. But then Natsuo’s phone began to ring, and you picked it up to see your contact picture showing. It was a rather good picture of you and him, a memory from club rush during your first semester of college. On the top were your first name and a pure heart emoji.

Grinning much broader, you picked up the call, placing the phone to your ear, you spoke.

“Hello?”

“What were the chances?” you heard your voice respond back to you, and it took everything not to giggle lunatically within Natsuo’s body.

“I’d say less than zero.”

“Yet here we are,” he teased you, and you went to push back nonexistent hair behind your ear. Dropping your hand to the dresser, you shake your head.

“Are you disappointed?” you couldn’t help but ask, your worries about you being a distraction for him still hot on your mind.

“Definitely not,” he spoke softly, “I know what you’re thinking, y/n. That you were nothing but a distraction from Mausua, or how when I blurted my feelings, they were too in the moment. I should have broken up with her ages ago, but I don’t know. You just didn’t seem attainable to me.”

“You’re an idiot for thinking that, Todoroki,” you sniff, tears welling in your eyes.

“Hey, now,” he reprimanded you, but the teasing was still heavy in his tone, “it’s Todoroki-san to you.”

A smile grew on your face, and you scoffed playfully, “Todoroki-san? I’d much rather call you daddy.”

Now you knew what noises you made, you were nineteen, nearly twenty with a few sexual experiences yourself. Now the sound that escaped Natsuo’s voice was one of approval, and heat spread through your body.

“We have less than a minute,” Natsuo spoke as lowly as your voice could go, and it sent goosebumps down your spine, “I’ll meet you at your place. Are your roommates here?”

“No.”

“Good.”

Your eyes closed, and you listened to Natsuo’s directions. His voice flowing from your voice and slowly ended with his own. Your eyes fluttered open to see yourself standing in your bathroom with your cellphone to your ear. Heat flooded your body, and you realized just how cold his body was. 

“I’ll see you in twenty minutes,” he spoke sharply, and a smirk curled onto your face.

“Okay, daddy,” you accentuated.

You couldn’t see him, but you could feel his nostrils flare from the opposite end of the call, a dark look on his face. The line went dead, and an internal panic flared through your veins.

Twenty minutes to prepare, could you even manage that?!

You took the fastest five-minute shower in your life, nearly slipping against the slick bathtub while shaving your legs. Hopping out of the shower, you were quick to brush your teeth, putting product in your hair, and once you were done, you scrambled back to your room. Your hands throwing on the first set of lingerie you found, it was a navy blue teddy that had a deep plunge between your breasts. You hastily slid your sheer navy blue thigh highs up your legs, and just managed to slip your large t-shirt back over your head when there was a knock on your front door.

Looking into your mirror, you felt your chest tighten, your stomach filling with butterflies that left you feeling dizzy. It felt like an eternity when you walked to the front door, rising to the tip of your toes to see Natsuo standing outside of your door. His signature white with grey jacket over a dark grey tank that seemed just the perfect fit, you noticed black joggers on him too, and your teeth buried against your bottom lip, your heart beating erratically.

“Who is it?” you asked teasingly, watching the way Natsuo’s eyes snapped up, and you grinned at the way a coy smile stretched across his face.

“Open up and find out?”

“Mm,” you sigh, pressing a finger to your chin, “I don’t particularly want to find out.”

But nevertheless, your fingers found themselves on your doorknob, opening the wood door to see Natsuo standing there. His eyes were drinking in your face, and there was such a loving smile that emerged on his face.

“Hi, soulmate,” he whispered.

It was no different from the typical way he greeted you, but the simple addition of soulmate sent fire to your cheeks and stomach. 

“Hi,” you whisper, stepping aside, letting him in. 

He walked in, and you shut the door behind him, waiting for him to take off his shoes and remove his jacket, you stayed put. Your hands were behind your back, just waiting for him to look at you again. Your thoughts trailed to what was going to happen, would you two have sex? Would he grip your waist so tightly you would be left with purple bruises? Would he enjoy having you as a partner for the rest of his life? You licked your lips as your thoughts wandered.

When he was finally ready, Natsuo took a step towards you, knocking you from your internal turmoil and having you stare straight into his grey eyes. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asked you again, and like before, you didn’t answer him.

Reaching up, you brought him down for a kiss, but unlike before, the intentions were already known. The barriers and the restrictions between the two of you were gone, and you melted.

His hands gripped the back of your thighs while he took a confident stride forward, and you followed after him. Your lips were glued to his. Every divet, every line in his lips was smoothed out and memorized against yours. It made your head spin, this was your soulmate, he was yours. 

Natsuo’s mouth dragged away from yours, moving downwards on your neck. His teeth bit and pulled at your sensitive skin until you were moaning his name. His hands were running up and down your curves, measuring them against him. A small gasp escaped your lips when your thigh rubbed against his clothed erection, and you shivered when his fingers traced the part of your skin where the thigh highs ended. Growling against your skin, Natsuo’s fingers pulled at the elastic and let it go. The fabric came back against your skin, and you whimpered loudly.

“Natsuo, don’t tease,” you muttered, your fingers pressing against the incredibly defined muscles that were hidden underneath his jacket. You wanted it off. But Natsuo didn’t seem to notice your needs, choosing to continue to press searing kisses against your neck.

“Address me by daddy,” he growled, his lips parting with your skin so that you could stare into his eyes. His gaze was ferocious, drowning, and near angry, but for some reason, it sent heat right to your core before he slammed his lips back against yours into a bruising kiss.

You could barely keep up with his moving lips, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when his hot tongue dragged against your lips.

Your hips weakly ground against his, and Natsuo met your needy hips until you were crying against his mouth, and his tongue invaded your mouth. Your fingers flew to his white hair, fisting the soft tendrils until he snarled. One moment you were on your feet and the next Natsuo’s hands cupped your ass and lifted you up.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you felt him walking towards your room. 

Your tongue danced against his, your mind doing everything it could to not fall under his spell. To keep fighting, to make sure that this wasn’t going to be easy, no matter what he wanted to be called. Curling your tongue in his mouth, you could feel the shiver go down Natsuo’s spine, and you pulled your tongue back in your mouth.

“Where are you taking me, daddy?” you whisper against his lips, your hips now grinding down against the head of his hard boner. Delighting in the fact that his grip on your ass becomes bruising, your rolling hips don’t slow down.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, baby girl.”

A chill slammed down your spine at that nickname, and you bite down on his lower lip. His gaze met yours, his eyes flaring with an internal fire that only aided to the light between your thighs. Fuck, did you want this man.

The door opened and closed when Natsuo entered your room, and your tongue lapped at his lips. 

His right hand left your ass, and you felt him fumble with the waistband of his joggers. You looked down to see his joggers and briefs fall, but had no time to admire the long and thick cock that sprung free from that restraint.

In what seemed like a perfect and fluid motion, Natsuo sat on your bed. He then shoved the panty of your teddy to the side.

“I don’t particularly like being teased, and last night was a lot,” he admitted, his fingers pressing between your already wet folds, and you cursed. Your hips ground against Natsuo’s fingers, and he grinned, seeing your reaction. “I think you deserved to be punished, don’t you think, baby girl?”

“No,” you breathlessly state, the feeling of his thick and cold fingers against your heated core formed goosebumps all over your body. “I think I’ve been perfectly well behaved, daddy.”

“I see we have a liar,” he chuckled, and before you could think of something to return with, his hands gripped your waist and sank you against his cock.

“FUCK!” you screamed at the feeling of his thick cock stretching you out in such a way that had your forehead slamming against his shoulder. 

Your hips moved, trying to find a way to adjust to Natsuo’s girth that nearly sent tears to your eyes. You could feel the way his cock twitched within you, your tightness, and slick heat getting to him too while he whispered senseless praises into your ear. Your hips moved forward, both trying to relieve the pressure that demanded to be attended to and to bring the mindnumbing pleasure that your body begged for.

But Natsuo’s hands gripped onto your hips, keeping you against his girth. Your jaw dropped to complain, but his left hand lifted to press his fingers in your mouth, effectively silencing you. You gagged softly against his fingers, and you made a whining noise while his right arm wrapped around your waist.

His right fingers dug into your skin, most likely leaving behind purple bruises while his mouth trailed to your ears.

“You’ve been naughty, baby girl,” he sighed, his fingers pressed against your tongue, spreading out slowly when they traveled further back in your throat. Your breathing piqued, trying to remain calm while your throat attempted to constrict around his fingers. “Now, you’ll sit on my cock until I think you’re ready to be fucked.”

Your eyes fluttered when his fingers began to slide up and down your throat, your hips twitching in an attempt to get the friction you craved, and your inner walls ached around his softly throbbing cock. His finger curled in your throat, and your tongue lashed around his fingers, a desperate attempt to remain calm in this situation.

Forcibly, you clenched your inner walls around his cock, and he hissed out your name.

It felt like an eternity with his cock buried balls deep within you, your mouth trying to please Natsuo’s fingers while you resisted the urge to move. 

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you now,” Natsuo muttered and you felt an incredible wave of joy shoot through you, you wanted him to fuck you until your eyes were rolling to the back of your head, drool pouring from your mouth, and his name the only word you could utter.

Suddenly you were on your back, and Natsuo’s cock was no longer in you, nor were his fingers. You shuffled onto your elbows, but Natsuo’s hands grabbed the hem of your shirt and tore it over your head. Your chest rose and fell with your approaching excitement, and Natsuo’s eyes took in the lace teddy that you wore. It blended in with your skin with such refinement that you took in pride at the way his fingers trailed against the fabric.

“Like what you see, daddy?” you ask in almost a whisper, and Natsuo’s snap up to look into your hooded ones.

“You’re so beautiful, baby girl. So perfect,” he agrees, his fingers dragging upwards, moving against your sensitive breasts, making your body arch up into his touch. The stimulation of his cold fingers against your nipples in such thin clothing, along with those sweet affirming words, sent sparks of electricity throughout your body. 

His fingers hooked under the straps of the teddy, and soon it was pulled off your body, joining the t-shirt somewhere in the room. It’s removal left you with nothing but the thigh highs, and by the looks of it, he liked that.

You couldn’t find words to tease him with because his finger trailed against your inner thigh, and you trembled at his touch. 

Natsuo smirked down at you, placing a soft kiss against your cheek before continuing to kiss along your jawline, to your neck, and then down your sternum. “Tell me, baby girl, what do you want?” Between every word, he trailed further down until his mouth was nibbling at the skin between your thighs, ignoring where you wanted and needed him most.

“I want you to fuck me,” you panted when Natsuo pinched one of your nipples, rolling the hardened skin as his teeth bit against your thighs, making your chest arch up into his touch, and made your legs tremble. Your pussy clenched desperately at his ministrations, your aching clit begging to be touched. 

“Do you deserve to cum?” Natsuo pulled away from your thigh with a pop. His fingers trailed back down your stomach, grazing your labia, chuckling at the way your hips twitched against him. 

Natsuo slipped two fingers into your cunt, keeping them still inside you as he maintained eye contact. He watched as you writhed beneath him, your hips snapping to relax against the fullness his fingers gave you. Slowly your movements began to feel good; your actions, to feel good, soon became a desperate attempt fuck yourself against his fingers. Slowly Natsuo began to thrust them in and out of your aching core ignoring your throbbing clit that you couldn’t muster the energy to touch. 

“Please, daddy,” your hands found themselves holding onto his forearm, fiercely trying to get him to do more with his fingers. “Fuck me good.”

Growling lowly, Natsuo arched his two fingers towards puffy inner walls, pressing down against it, and he watched your face contort in pleasure as a low whine left your lips. Natsuo grinned when he saw the way your eyes clenched closed, musical moans pouring from your lips when his fingertips brushed against your g-spot. Your jaw dropped, your hips taking over his finger fucking so that you were fucking yourself on his fingers. The clenching of your walls grew more and more, your toes curling with the impending orgasm approaching you, the build-up overwhelming. 

“So needy, baby girl,” Natsuo suddenly removed his fingers from your heat, your whines and desperate cries ignored while you bucked your hips up towards him, desperate for a release. You watched as Natsuo examined your slick essence on his fingers before looking at you. “Suck it off the baby girl,” he said, putting his fingers between your mouth, and without a second thought, your mind is broken from the denied orgasm you opened your mouth and sucked your sweet essence from them as you writhed beneath him. The taste of yourself on your tongue drove you almost insane; you liked the taste intermingled with the taste of him. What would you have to do to get a taste of his cum with yours? “You’re not allowed to cum until I say you can, baby girl.” 

Your mouth loosed against his fingers, and you whined at his instruction. Natsuo only shoved his fingers further down your throat and roughly fisted his cock, using his hand to glide it along your slit, gathering your juices along the tip with a low groan. He pressed the head inside your tight cunt, watching as your body reacted to the sensation. Your hips pushing forward, trying to get him to go deeper. Natsuo chuckled while he rubbed his cock along your slit again, teasing you, not giving you what you craved most. 

“Tell me what you want me to do, baby girl,” Natuso mockingly asked, knowing exactly what you wanted. His fingers removed from your mouth, and you gasped with the needed breath, and when you were ready, you spoke. 

“Fuck me, daddy, I need you to—” Natsuo’s fingers pressed against your clit, making you shrill in pleasure. 

“Such naughty words,” Natsuo ran his fingertip over your clit, smirking when your tongue came out in a pathetic pant, trying to control your desperate and needy breathing. The action made Natsuo groan, immediately imagining how that would feel on other parts of his body. His restraint wavering when he pulled back, steadying himself between your legs before he slammed into your aching pussy without warning. The sensation of feeling completely full after being denied sent you soaring towards your release. 

“Such a good girl,” Natsuo pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips, thrusting into your pussy as he watched your mouth fall open in pleasure. A constant slew of gibberish leaving your lips as you became lightheaded from the desire, and your arms wrapped around his shoulders to bring him closer. Natsuo’s cock fit inside you perfectly, the prominent veins on his length brushing against your inner walls were now moving, no longer stagnant, and only added to your pleasure. The tight feeling in the core of your stomach began to overwhelm you, the tip of his cock consistently pounding against your sweet spot, your climax threatening to wash over you. “Do you know how fucking gorgeous you are? These thigh highs are fucking driving me crazy… so pretty, so beautiful against your skin. It’s like you dressed this way on purpose, trying to get me to fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.

You whimpered while you shifted your arms around Natsuo’s neck, pulling his body flush against your own as he continued to rut into your tight heat. The angle at which his snapping hips were drilling into you had his pelvis rub against your clit, your legs tightening around his hips as his cock rubbed against your inner walls. You cried out his name, your clit throbbing at the sensation, your body stiffening as he moved faster.

“Who do you think you’re addressing?” Before you could attempt to respond, Natsuo’s right-hand leaves your hip and slams to your throat, choking the response from you. “I want to hear you correct your answer.”

His hand remains heavy and tight around your throat, his hold barely allowing oxygen to travel through to your lungs. Your vision fuzzed, and you could feel your heartbeat in your head, but your core shook with Natsuo’s now reciprocating and rhythmic slams.

“Y-You are, daddy,” you moan loudly, your thighs trembling with the feeling of his fingers around your throat.

Choking and clit stimulation with his cock pounding into your cervix, Natsuo chuckled into your skin. His thrusting hips were becoming more precise, angling into you in a way that made you audibly choke when you needed to gasp. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen to your body that was making you delirious, or perhaps it was the fact that he was slamming into you with the strength of rearranging your guts, but your hips began to swivel at an inhumane pace. Your cunt held a vice grip around his cock, yet it did nothing to slow Natsuo down, but the growing heated pit in your lower belly was making your legs tremble against his. Still, you tried to keep up with his rough and cruel pace, and Natsuo enjoyed knowing that detail.

“You’re fucking beautiful, baby girl. Your pretty little pussy is so fucking tight, I bet you’ve been saving yourself for me? Such a good girl, taking my cock like this, you’re fucking amazing.” He praises, his teeth biting down against your bottom lip. Your breathless moans slipping past your lips. “You enjoy being choked, baby girl?”

Your head nods, “Y-Yes, daddy!”

“Do you need to cum? Maybe I’ll allow it, your pussy has been so good.”

His hand against your throat tightened, and black dots littered your vision. His teeth sunk far into your skin, enough for you to feel your skin breaking as his tongue moving in cold strokes to calm your now throbbing skin. Then there were his nimble left fingers running against your clit and pressed delicate circles in time with his hammering and throbbing cock. But your swiveling hips held no value anymore, Natsuo’s hips snapped upwards fast enough and powerful enough to overcome and overwhelm you. The only thing you could tell was that along with the tip of his cock hitting your bruising walls, the sounds of your sopping wet pussy crashing against his forceful hips frantically rang in your ears.

Your bodies moved together entirely, his thrusts pushing you back further into the bed as he followed your movements. The bed frame hitting the wall with every harsh thrust, and your mattress springs creaking heavy in your ears. The noise of the headboard slamming against the wall was almost as loud as your moans of pleasure as your fingernails ripped into Natsuo’s shoulders, calling out his name in a mantra. 

“I need to cum, daddy. P-please, let me cum—” Natsuo could feel your body shaking underneath him as your orgasm was so close after being built up and denied. 

“Cum for me, y/n.” Natsuo groaned as your inner walls clenched around his length at his vulgar words, “cum all over my cock.”

Your eyes clamped closed, almost in synch. Your head nods, the heated pressure in your belly scorching. Your walls clamp down against his hammering cock, but it doesn’t slow him down, only encouraging him to increase his speed and strength until the bed shuddered against your weight. The sopping noises of your meeting sex filled your ears, and you moaned loudly, your teeth biting down onto your lip.

It takes his cock brushing against your g-spot for your legs to slam outwards, your arms nearly succeeding in choking Natsuo as you try sitting up as your orgasm slams through you.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” You scream hoarsely. Your scream only increases in great thrill when you feel Natsuo’s cock twitching unrestrainedly within you. But Natsuo ignores his own near, his hips continuing to drill into you, his hand clamping tighter against your neck, cutting off your voice. 

Natsuo isn’t done yet, not yet.

His hands move to grip the exposed back of your thighs, his grip bruising your supple skin. He slams into you faster, his cock continuing unaffected by your convulsing walls. There are no other noises except your wet cunt meeting his cock, your muffled shrieks of approval, and Natsuo’s heavy breathing as he continues to drive into you. Your convulsing walls body only making Natsuo stammer and curse loudly.

His lips find yours, and there is nothing to say, the kiss is messy, saliva coating your lips like lipstick. Spit filled kisses were exchanged between the two of you without care, while he chases his orgasm. His intense pace continues, your name growled from your throat, until one last thrust and one final clamp from your cunt sends him over.

Natsuo soon collapsed on top of you, his typically colder body burning with an almost feverish heat while his fingers traced against the frill of your thigh highs.

“That was something,” you mumble into his ear, and Natsuo snorts softly, his head nodding in agreement.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he whispered, pushing off your body; his eyes examined your raw body.

“Nah,” you disagreed with a smile, your fingers brushing through the bangs of his hair. “If you did, I liked it.”

“Masochist,” he teased, his lips pressing against yours in a soft and tender kiss. 

“I just might be, and if I am?”

“Then I think we’ll get along just fine, baby girl.”

“Okay, daddy.”

Soulmates weren’t perfect; you knew that more than anyone! But, while you lay there with his head against your chest. Hours after the two of you had cleaned up and gone for a few more rounds, you realized that this was what you wanted. You and your soulmate. That’s all that mattered when you were together, and things worked out.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Hello, I like it when you write angst, I would like to request a scenario. Chisaki and angel have a daughter, so one day while Chisaki works, his wife and daughter decide to go out because it is a good day. When his wife and daughter go back home, both dead, the author of his death was a leader of a rival yakuza.

Angsty yes, yes, YESSSSSSSS

Warnings: mentions of rape, beating, blood. Carefull. Really. Dont read this was one I detailed.

I blame Law and Order for this.

"Papa!" To anyone else whose saw Chisaki pn that specific moment, they would think that he had an annoyed look towards the little girl running after him. But not even his wife could spot the smile and the fondness at the girl whose attached to his leg.

"Hey brat. Your mother got tired of you already?" He asked in a nonchantly tone but ruffled the dark brow hair his daughter had, messing the pigtails she was wearing as she scolded.

"Papa no! My hair!" She whined as she, with a pout on her lips, took off the hair bows. Giggling at when Chisaki messed her hair with two of his gloved hands now.

"Mama!" She squealed your name out loud while giggling, going to you and being picked up as she showed her tongue to her father who's wonky arched one eyebrow at her childishness.

"Cant anyone of you take a break on getting onto each other's nerves?" You giggled as Yua mumbled in a pout that if her dad attacked then she would do the same.

"You cant complain since she got your attitude." He sighed as if it wa a bother, but you knew exactly how much your husband held pure love and affection towards that little smart little girl.

That's what her name was about...binding love and affection. Chisaki himself chose the name after Yua was born.

"Did you told tell daddy what we are doing today?" You put Yua down as she gasped.

"Girls day!!!" She extended her arms open as Kai only raised an eyebrow again.

"We will go shopping, just that." You giggled "Yua needs some new clothes anyway, and she was begging me to take her to enjoy some new strawberry flavored ice cream or something." You sighed. "Wanna come with us honey?"

"No. Papa cant go, is only girls night mama." Yua spoke nonchantly as you gasped preparing to lecture her but Chisaki beated you on that.

"Can't deny that I was wounded by this brat words but I have work to do anyways." He sighed with crossed arms and closed eyes, opening them a bit when he felt his daughter hug his legs and tugging on his jacket.

"I'm sowwy papa..." her golden eyes locked with his as he sighed and crouched down to flip her forehead, one which she learned that was one of the most affectionate things her father was able to do.

"After lunch I guess you both will be going out then?" He asked with a grunt when he got up as you nodded.

"Nemoto agreed to leave us on the shopping and pick up us both later."

"I will call uncle Nemoto right now." Nefore you or your husband could say something, Yua ran before tripping and falling on the ground... Mumbling insults towards the "Bad dirty floor" before walking away.

"She got my attitude but the rest is all "kai chisaki energy" on my opinion." You giggled as Kai chuffed.

"Wouldn't it be my daughter if she hadn't something from me. At least she knows the importance of cleaning."

"Sure. Threw a fit when Rappa dropped chips on the floor, and I thought she was going to do the same thing as you do with the poor guy."

"... That's my daughter." You laughed at the bit of pride he carried on the sentence as he chuckled and accompanied you to lunch.

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"Yua." He called "Come here."

The said girl come in one blink of a eye, asking cutely what was it.

"There." He crouched down to show a a flower she hadn't know of.

"What flower is that Papa?"

"Is a lilie." He twirled the flower on his gloved fingers with boredoom "I gave once a rose to your mother, and now I am giving you this one simply because represents purity of the soul, innocence and intelligence. It is said, therefore, that nothing better than a lily to tell a woman that she is ideal and superior to all others.... So I am giving this one to you." He put the flower on a little box of glass and closed it, using his quirk to prevent close and pressed against the flower to not decay.

"You and your mother are above of all things and people on the world for me." He smirked at the adoration on her little golden eyes as she jumped on him to give him a hug.

"I knew it you loved us!" She squealed when he pinched her to get off of him.

"Go with your mother already you brat." He ruffled her hair with a nonchantly look as Yua stormes off "Hey put that flower on your room dont carry it everywhere you go!"

Soon you entered his office to give him your good byes and wishes of a good day. Begrudily he allowed to a simple kiss, not ever admiring how he usually craved for those as he wished a good day for you as well... jumping on a pile of work and waiting for the hour both of his girls would be back.

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"Slow down pumpkin!" You giggled as you walked hand on hand with Yua... well, actually you were being dragged by the little girl.

"The ice cream stand will close mama if we slow down." She looked up at you with the same look Chisaki gave to you when you asked "stupid things" as he said.

"Fine fine." You picked her up with a huff before nuzzling your nose agaisnt her, making her giggle "Straberey flavor huh?"

"Yep!" She nodded "Just like daddy!"

You smiled at sign as she talked politely with the man whose was selling the ice cream.

"My my." You yelped and twirled around, scaring your daughter accidentaly without wanting "Isn't this a pretty sign my boys?"

A man with a tuxedo was surrounded by younger males as you brought your daughter closer to you as she wrapped her arms around your neck, sensing that this was not a start of a good talk.

"Is not everyday we get to see Overhaul's plaything and a failed abortion walking around." You growles at them as Yua clinged to you tighter.

"If you wouldn't mind sir. We are doing nothing to annoy you or your minor gang. So excuse me and let me and my Yua alone, will you?" You give your back to then with a huff, thanking the man and handing the ice cream to your daughter, whose was playing with the little molded flower she had just been gifted by her father.

The man took his cigarette out of his mouth with a huff. The other males staring at him expectantly before he chuckled.

"Get them."

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"No master Overhaul. They didn't come back yet."

"Sorry man. Hadn't see them all day."

"Didn't saw (Y/n)-sama neither Yua-chan all day sir."

"I'm sorry master but (Y/n)-sama didn't called me back."

He was almost going crazy. Your phone went straight to the mail. Nemoto hadn't gotten a message for him to pick you up and Yua... Heavens what the hell happened with his wife and girl?

"Chisaki stay calm my boy. Maybe they just are enjoying some time between mother and daughter." Pops tried to calm his sucessor down, trying his nest to not freak out as well at his daughter in law and granddaughter dissapearing.

"(Y/n) is not one to turn off her phone Pops." He got up abruptly and picked his jacket and tossing over his shoulder "I will go look for then, call me if anything old man."

"Will do my boy. If anything I will send some of the guys to look after these two."

With one nod he got out, not caring if it was starting to rain...

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"We searched the whole place Chisaki they're not here." Chrono pointed out regretfully as Kai checked his phone at each two minutes.

"If not here then where would these two would have gotten..?" He mumbled under hsi breath while walking. His phone buzzed on hsi pocket and hsi heart skipped a beat at the thought of finally being you to tell him you were okay, that Yua was okay, to hear his little blgirl chip in the phone to tell him about the walk like she usually did despites his scoldings to not interrupt his mother.

Although when he took off the phone of his pocket there was only two messages. One of Mimic and one of Pops.

Mimic

Dont come here dude... for your sake.

Pops

Kid... please come back home.

What the hell happened...?

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The moment his car was turning on the street he braked brutally when he saw police cars parked in front of Shie Hassaikai.

"FUCK THAT BITCH KNOCKED ME WHAT WAS THAT K ... Kai ..?" when Chrono recovered from the fright of the friar he was able to see the face of his childhood friend, pale as a ghost.

Not only police cars but he had a car that he would never think of seeing in his life ... a funeral card.

He accidentaly overhauled the door of the car. Ignoring the calls of the cops and hurting one that got in his process where he was walking...

He then saw a black send toilet loaded on a table and another but much smaller ... Pops arrived at him but what he said did not make sense ... he barely knew what to do or look until he saw a little arm outside bag ... dropping something very familiar to him.

The flower he picked up. The lily he gave to his daughter ...

He let out a scary scream that even scared the police after he accidentally overhauled the guard's arm that was preventing him from passing

When he used his quirk to open the two bags and his golden eyes widened on the almost unrecognizable faces of his wife and daughter.

They broke your nose ... you was stabbed and he wanted to vomit when he heard from a coroner that you were raped ... while his poor daughter had her body burned and beaten ... also with evidence of rape.

"NO!" he cried and screamed. an act of despair when using the overhaul to at least try but the guards caught him just when he was going to use touching the dead body of his child and wife.

"LEAVE ME YOUR DISCRAFTS IS MY DAUGHTER AND MY WIFE THERE FOR GOD'S SAKE FUCK-!" He cried as Pops almost begged him to calm down while the coroners took the bodies to the funeral van and closed the doors.

The screams and cries echoing of Overhaul were able to even leave each policeman, hero dying the death of a mother and child.

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He was sitted with his head in his hands, eyes still wide open as Pops talked with the officer.

"We will do our best to discover whose were responsible for-"

"WHAT FOR SINCE NONE OF YOU DO SHIT ON YOUR LIFES?!" he punched the wall behind him as he glared daggers at the young hero.

"Forgive my-"

"NO. DONT "forgive my son" BULLSHIT POPS! I WILL FIND MYSELF THE RESPONSIBLES AND THEY WILL FUCKING PAY FOR EVEN TOUCHING ONE FINGER ON MY WIFE! MY DAUGHTER! MY FAMILY!"

Nd with that he stormed out of the room...

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He stood on a pile of blood soaked floor with bodies around him... the fluid of the bastards dripping from his hands and face... he panted tiredly as he kicked with enough force, to send the mafia boss's head flying to the wall of the place.

He brought his hands to see the mess he had made... sobs got stuck on his throat. Flashbacks of his daughter and wife's smiles and laughter.

His throat was sore... yet he didn't cared anymore when he shouted until he had no voice anymore...

[amor-immortalem]

My Adoring Fan chapter 9

a/n: time to get back to this

Previous

“Alright I’ve got them...” Aurelius dumps his books in the center of the little group consisting of Zulima, Max and himself. “Where’s ‘Zay?”

“Your dad wanted to talk to her as we passed by your parents’ room.” Max offered. “About what happened at RAD.”

The white- and black-haired boy nodded. “Alright then. Let’s get started then.” He flipped open to a random page and checked with his cousin and the human to make sure they hadn’t already covered the material yet: Transfiguration.

With a negative answer they began.

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Arella was deciding on something to make for lunch, when Cyrus and Mahlon made it back home from their time out. As soon as the toddler could get his little shoes off, Mahlon was in the kitchen tugging on the hem of his mother’s shirt as he bounced like an excited puppy.

“Mama! Mama! Mama! ‘M hungry. When’s lunch?” He asks with wide green-to-blue-to gold gradient eyes. “Awso- Awso- Awso, me ‘n Cy... me ‘n Cy saw a weally pwetty kitty on da way home.”

“You did?” She asks with a soft chuckle. “Well, I’m not sure what I’m making for lunch just yet so why don’t you help me decide. Sound good?”

The toddler nods as Arella picks him up and places him on the counter. Cyrus enters the kitchen shortly thereafter.

“Sorry I couldn’t keep him occupied longer, Mum.” The half-demon reaches into the fridge to grab out a sportsdrink. “I know Dad’s not in the best of shape today so I tried to get Mahlon to stay out with me longer but he wouldn’t have it. Is he doing any better now, though?”

“A little bit...” Arella nodded. “He and your sister fell asleep together upstairs so I’ll wake them when lunch is finished.”

“’Zay’s home?!” Mahlon’s eyes lit up as he hopped down. “I wanna see ‘er.”

“Mahlon, honey, no. You’ll wake them right now.”

“But I wanna see ‘em!” The boy complains.

“They’re not going anywhere, Buddy.” Cyrus chuckled. “And I thought you said you were going to help Mum choose what’s for lunch?”

“Yeah.... Yeah but...”

“No buts, little one.” Arella smiled as she opened the fridge. “Your brother is up in his room with Zulima and Max. You can go see them if helping decide what’s for lunch doesn’t interest you anymore.”

Mahlon nodded taking off for the stairs as Arella turns back to the fridge to continue her task

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“Auwelius!” Mahlon exclaims as he jumps on his older brother’s back. “Why’dyu come home eawly? Hi, Zuli!” His multicolored eyes narrowed when he noticed Max, “Human... go away.”

“Hm?” The older teen looks back, “Don’t worry about it just yet, bud.” He ruffles Mahlon’s fluffy black hair. “Also don’t talk to Max like that. You may be the baby of the family but that doesn’t mean you get to act like a brat.”

Mahlon on let out a hmph as he turned his attention to one of the spell books. “What’s that?”

“It’s a spell for transfiguration,” Zulima explained.

“Can I see how it's done?”

“Sure,” Max offers, “I can do it for you.”

“No!” The toddler growled as he glared at her. “I wasn’t asking you. I was asking Auwelius or Zuli. Not you, Stupid.”

“Whoa,” Both Aurelius and Zulima cut in.

“Cool your jets there, Mahlon.” Zulima started, “Max just offered to show you what you wanted to see. You don’t have to be mean.”

“If you can’t act nicely, then you can go. The door’s that way.” Aurelius points toward the door. “The three of us are trying to study.”

“No! I wanna stay! I wanna stay!” The nearly three-year-old shouts as Aurelius covers Mahlon’s mouth with his hand.

“Mahlon, stOP! You yellin’ at the top of your damn lungs like this is not a good thing. Dad’s probably sleeping right now. Do you really want to be the one that wakes him up?” Mahlon shakes his head as Aurelius removes his hand from his brother’s mouth. “That’s what I thought.”

“Too bad it already happened.” Mammon says as he leans against the doorframe. “Mahlon, apologize to Max and then go downstairs.”

“I’m not sayin’ sowwy. Not to ‘er,” Mahlon crossed his arms with a huff.

“It wasn’t optional, Mahlon. Say yer sorry. Right now.”

“No! You can’t make me!”

“I sure as hell can put ya in time out until yer ready to though. Downstairs, now- or do I gotta come over there and get ya myself?”

Mahlon only shook his head and marched out of Azalea’s room, headed downstairs for his punishment.

“Here’s yer phone back, Max. Send me that audio so I can get it to Lucifer and Lord Diavolo.” Mammon sighed, “There’s no excuse for the four of ya ta have had what was said ta ya said ta ya.”

The blue-eyed human only nodded as she put her phone away and the demon left.

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As Mammon and Mahlon make their way downstairs, the demon flips on a 5-minute timer on his phone.

“When this timer goes off, I’ll come get ya and we’ll talk about why what ya did was wrong and why ya did it, ‘kay?” Mammon says as he puts Mahlon in a corner for his time out and the boy nodded. The white-haired demon flips on the time and heads into the kitchen to get something to drink.

“Hey, right behind ya,” he says as reaches over Arella to grab a water bottle from the fridge. “So... Mahlon’s in time out right now because he’s refusin’ to apologize to Max for callin’ her stupid.”

“What? really?” Arella looks up at him with wide eyes. “That’s the second time he’s done that while she’s been over...”

“Yeah ‘n it's gonna be the last too.” He hums, “I think he’s just jealous of her because ‘Zay gives Max the attention that he wants from her. Ya know how much he loves ‘er despite the way she treats him ‘n how possessive he gets over us or his siblings.”

“Yeah, I thought we’d managed to curb this behaviour from last time though...” She rubbed her temples. “How are you feeling though after you’ve had that nap? You ready for lunch, love?”

“I’m a lil’ better. Kinda nauseous from not eatin’ all morning so I’m more than ready for lunch. Maybe gettin’ some food in me’ll help kick the rest of this. I’m tired of just sittin’ around doin’ nothin’.

“Just take it easy, alright? Remember what the doctor said all those years ago? Rest is the quickest way to come out of this.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m just bored.” He sighed as the timer went off. “Welp, time to go talk to our son.” He took a swig out of his water bottle and went back out into the living room to talk to Mahlon.

“Alright, I’m going to wake Azalea and collect the others for lunch.” Arella says as she climbs the stairs.

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“Azalea,” Arella calls softly as she’s tries to rouse her daughter from her nap for lunch. “Time to wake up, my little flower.”

“Don’t wannaaaaaa,” The teen only rolls further onto her side trying to bury her face in the pillow. “’m not hungry.”

“I know you don’t but you have to. You’ll never sleep tonight and then you’ll be tired for school the next day.”

“Noooo, I’ll be fine.”

Well, if her daughter was refusing to get up, Arella had other strategies to wake the girl. Her hands snuck to Azalea’s sides and she began to tickle the girl.

“Ah! Stop! Stop! I give!” The half-demon laughed as she tries to roll further away from Arella only for Arella to pull her back in when she was in danger of falling off the king-sized bed. “Mercy! Mercy!”

The human ceases the tickle attack as she holds her daughter close. “I’m glad you saw it my way,” She smiled. “Lunch is ready, Princess. Your brother and I made sandwiches.”

“Which one? I have two.”

“It was Cyrus and no- you have three brothers, Darling.”

“Does Mahlon really count?” She asked.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean he can’t do much in the way of helpin’ if he can’t even reach the bloody counter now, can he?”

“Oh, that’s what you meant,” She let out a relieved sigh as Azalea laughed softly.

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“So, are ya ready to apologize to Max, now, Buddy.” Mammon asks as he sits with his youngest on the couch.

“No... I’m mad at her.” the black-haired boy puffs his cheeks out in a pout.

“You’re angry at her? Why? Did she do something to upset you?”

“She took ‘Zay away.”

“Whaddya mean by that, Mahlon?” The demon asks as he readjusts the boy on his lap. “Max didn’t take yer sister away from ya.”

“Yes, she did. ‘Zay don’t love me no more... She’s always with Max...”

“Mahlon, bud, that ain’t true,” The Avatar of Greed sighs. “Your Sis is just bad at showin’ those types of feelings sometimes but I promise you she does love ya... in her own way.”

“How do you know?” Mahlon’s multicolored eyes peer up at his father.

“Can I let ya in on a little secret?” He asks as Mahlon nods. “When you were a baby, Azalea hated ya. She didn’t want ya to be here- even still she’s not really yer biggest fan.”

“What? Why? Did I do someting wrong?”

“No, it's just that up until Mama and I had you, she didn’t have ta share our attention with anyone but Aurelius so she felt like you were taking us away from her and she felt like she was being replaced. Ya see, babies require a lot of work after their first born so we really didn’t have a lot of free time ta spend one on one with your brother and sister like we used to. She resented having ya around but as ya got older and ya started ta get more independent and not in need of constant supervision, she started ta calm down about it.”

“So she doesn’t like me?”

“She’s getting better about it. Ya just gotta give her time which leads me to my next point: You can’t be mean to Max. Not only is it wrong since she’s been nothing but nice to you, but do you really think your sister is going to like that you’re being rude and nasty to her friend?”

“... No...”

“So doncha think you should apologize?”

“Mhm...”

“That’s my good boy,” The demon ruffles his son’s hair. “It’s lunch time now so let’s go ahead and wash our hands and get to the table, ‘kay?”

“’Kay,” The toddler hops down from his father’s lap and heads off for the kitchen.

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[mirror-juliet]

Hard Time {Hongjoong X Reader}

know this is late but i procrastinated again. I sowwy

Requested by anon

Warnings) teasing, hard dom, bondage, punishment. vampire gloves, wartenberg wheel, nipple clamps, spanking paddle, degration, orgasm control, edging, slight mention of blood from bondage toy

 Seonghwa had invited everyone over for dinner at his place, not only to hang out, but to also discuss the next comeback on the horizon. You always come to these dinner's with Hongjoong, not only to keep him company and visit with the other members, but Hongjoong likes to show you off.

But tonight you had something up your sleeve. The talk was getting too boring and Hongjoong wasn't giving you the much needed attention you so desired. Who could blame you? Attention is what you thrive on! And Hongjoong was neglecting you to talk with his best friend. So you may have taken matters into your own hands and started playing footsie with Hongjoong's penis from across the table.

You also may or may not have sat right across from him for this exact reason.Hongjoong takes a quick glance at you to give you a sign of warning. One that you ignore and press harder into him while talking to Yunho like nothing is wrong. In fact you and him begin to take selfies together. Though, your attention is brought back to him by force. He slammed his foot into your toes that are exposed by your heels, so hard so that you have to bite your lip to stop from yelping out in pain.

Hongjoong scratches his eyebrow in your direction, another warning sign meaning "Behave" You would, but how could you when you're having so much fun feeling his bulge grow steadily from underneath your foot.

"If you would excuse me, Seonghwa." Hongjoong steps back from the table, Choking slightly on his own spit, but no one notices it besides you. "I need to use the gentlemen's room." As he walks away, you're sure you're the only one who see's it, but your lips quirk upward as you see the thick erection through his pants.

"Is Hongjoong okay Y/n?" Yunho asks, face laced with concern. "He looks a bit flushed, i hope he isn't running a fever." You cant help but coo at how concerned he is for his leader, patting his head for his comfort.

"I'm sure he's just gotten a hot flash, it is quite warm in here after all." Seonghwa hears this and offers to turn the air on, but you gently decline, saying that you'll be fine.

After five minutes of radio silence form Hongjoong, you were starting to get concerned yourself. Usually by this time he would have texted you to get your ass in the bathroom."I'm gonna go see if Hongjoong is okay." You excuse yourself from the table, going to rasp gently on the bathroom door.

Instead of a verbal answer, the door is thrown open and you are yanked swiftly into the bathroom like a scene out of a snuff movie. Right before the main character is killed. You catch yourself having these thoughts, they're so strange to have in this situation.

The look on Hongjoong's face has you concerned, not to mention the mess he has his hair in, pushed back and in every which direction besides straight. "Baby, are you oka-""Look what you did!" He whisper shouts as he pulls his pants down hastily to show a painful erection standing tall and proud, drooling precum down the head"You are such a fucking brat! Fix this. Now." Hongjoong pushes you onto your knee's giving you a moment to pull away if you really wanted to. When you show no sign of resistance, he slips himself into your mouth; grunting in a euphoric and beautiful way.

"Jesus fuck bitch. Fuck, you're gonna make me yell if you keep up your mouth like that." Hongjoong pushes you off of him and rapidly pumps himself like a jackhammer. One  wrong move and he'll break his penis. With a small grunt Hongjoong finishes into the toilet."You don't deserve to eat my cum, you're a bad girl." Hongjoong sighs at the release of pressure on his lower region. He tucks himself back in and pulls you up off the floor.

The both of you go back to the dining room like nothing's happened with a suspicious look form Jongho, but no one else. As you sit down, you press up closer to Yunho. The poor boy flushing bright red as you pull your shirt down to show your clevage. Yunho takes a few moments to look, but then quickly averts his eyes and swallows a few times.

"I hate to be this way." Hongjoong stands up and walks over to you. "But i'm not feeling too well. Is it okay if we go home a little early?" Seonghwa quickly swallows his drink and reaches out to Hongjoong."Yea, no problem. I'll text you the details Feel better man." The both of you say your goodbyes and grab your coats to head out to your cars. On your way out, you notice the smirk Jongho has on his face, raising his glass to you right before you leave.

The car ride home was filled with silence, leaving you to soak your panties with dangerous thoughts floating through your head. He's going to punish you no doubt, a sickening sweet smile plays across your lips. Oh how sweet that sounds to your mind. It wasn't too long of a drive though thanks to Hongjoong's speeding.

It takes him mere seconds after you exit the car to grab ahold of your wrist and drag you up to your house and into your bedroom. Not even bothering to let you take your shoes off."I'm going into the bathroom, now when i come out you had better be undressed and on the bed. Do i make myself clear?" You nod your head, crossing your fingers behind your back; you're already in trouble so why not make it worth your time to be underneath him. So you take off everything except the baby blue lingere set you had on underneath your clothes, hoping it would come to this.

Ten minutes is what it takes Hongjoong to get out of the bathroom, clearly have taken a shower and freshly shaven. By the look in his eyes as he looks at her, he's less than pleased."I thought i told you to get undressed. So why are you in that?" Hongjoong doesn't bother to put a shirt on, letting his sweatpants hang dangerously low to his v-line.

"Not even gonna answer me? God you really are just a spoiled brat huh? Cant even follow simple orders." He stalks up to the bed. "So now you're gonna get treated like a selfish brat."Hongjoong kisses you hard, chasing after your lips and you chasing after his own. He tangles his fingers in your hair and grinds against you. His other hand keeping yours at bay from touching him. He pulls back from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you two. His eyes grow soft and he chuckles.

Then he moves his hand in your hair down to your face, squeezing your cheeks so your mouth opens. A glob of his spit trickles down into your mouth and he expects you to swallow it.

"At least you're able to do one thing right, Stupid girl." And there's that smile again, the soft one that really isn't. Then he does something that has you gasping in shock. He ripped your lingere off completely, completely ruining the garment. You'll have to worry about the price later."On the ground, on all fours." Hongjoong commands as he sits in the chair across the room, crossing his legs and thinking about his next move.

This is like a game to him, you're both on a different team, yet the same coin, merely just different sides. And it's his move, you used all of yours up at the dinner party and now he gets to use his that he has delicately been saving up. He needs to calculate the next move and then strike. How childish this is, to think of it at as a game, Hongjoong thinks.

He uses his fingers to beacon you forward, he smiles again as you obey rather quickly on all fours still. He's going to have so much fun watching you squirm for him. He's already taken care of himself twice tonight, once with you and the second time in the shower. So he has no need to use your cunt other than your torture.

Once you get close enough to him, he positions you sideways in front of him with his feet, then using your ass as a foot rest. Scrolling through his phone while he waits for you to get tired in this position."You have twenty minutes, try not to move too much." Your eyes widen, twenty minutes on the hardwood? On hands and knees?

As time passes you grow more inpatient, trying not to move to much but you cant help but sway your weight to one knee at a time. Occasionally Hongjoong will dig his heel into the small of your back to get you to cease movement."Hongjoong. It hurts~" You whine and it's like music to Hongjoong's ears, But you still have ten minutes left and he's not done taking pictures of you yet.

"If it hurts that bad, use the safeword." He barks, feigning annoyance at her whining. With a few more pictures and liking a few posts on Instagram he tells you to get on the bed, pulling out the cuffs to tie your hands to the bed with, snacking your tits a few times.Then he goes to the spare dresser you keep in the room for all your toys for the bedroom. Hongjoong takes his time browsing through the items, picking out the right ones that will reach the itch he has to punish you and make you cry out in lust. Then he see's it, the one toy he's been dying to use on you and blood nearly goes to his lower head.

You watch as he puts the spikey Glove on the edge of the bed, pulling out another pair of cuffs, attaching your ankles to the cuffs on your wrists."This my little brat, Is called a vampire glove." Hongjoong says as he slips it on, the spikes reflecting light into your eyes."So you know what it's used for?" You shake your head no, truly not knowing what the use of it is. Maybe to leave scratches along a sub?"Spanking." the word leaves you scared, not truly, but the kind of scared that is unsure of itself. Hongjoong is notorious for spanking hard, so what would the gloves do to your poor ass? You shiver thinking about it.

He doesn't leave you much time to process the idea of blood being possibly drawn when he pulls his hand back in the air. You clench your eyes shut right before the impact and leave a yelp at the pinprick feeling on your ass, feeling something trickle down.

"Who would have known you're so prone to drawing blood little brat." Hongjoong comes up to you before continuing, kissing your forehead and breaking his dom complex for a moment."I'll be gentler." And his next swing is more gentle, not going deep enough to draw blood but still breaking skin. The blood that does come out only comes in tiny dots littering across your cheeks.

Even with him being gentler, the glove still hurts, enough so to bring tears to your eyes that fall down your cheeks. It most definitely is a punishment and not one made for you to enjoy. Hongjoong gives you a two minute time out before he moves onto the next toy-The wartenburg wheel, also not one of your favorites for what he always does with it.He rolls the spikes over the puncture wounds, allowing you to cry even more at the pain, but not painful enough for you to use your safeword."I wouldn't have to do this if you were a good girl." Hongjoong argues. "But since you were a brat, this is what happens."

"I know, i'm sorry sir, it wont happen again." What a beautiful sight you are in this state, crying, begging, unrationally thinking in hope for a climax or some sort of pleasure to combat the pain. He feels a little softer than he did earlier, so he lets your legs down and allows you a moment to cry and calm down from the pain. Hongjoong strokes your face as he admires you, you're so gorgeous and perfect for him, the missing piece to the twisted puzzle he is in his mind.

"I think that's enough for tonight darling." Hongjoong makes the decision for you as he see's you aren't calming down enough. Sure you seem fine but he knows with another punishment you'll go into a sub drop. So to the bathtub you go in his arms. He cuddles you and washes you in the tub, pressing his hips to your head; making sure you know you did a great job. Also telling you how beautiful you are.After the bath he puts aloe on your bum and dresses you in some panties and one of his shirts, taking you both to bed.