#teethy girl!!! i love her!!

[cat-of-doodles]

hehe... pink fantasy sabertooth...

[reshinless]

sylus is a girl dad.

sylus whose daughter loves telling everyone hi, with a wave and a cheeky smile (in hopes to find a mom and a wife for her papa)

she, who bumps into you while running around the candy isle.

"oh sweetheart, are you okay?" she immediately gets up to see who she bumped into-

"oh wow.. you're so pretty, lady!" she cheers as you pick her up. "mmhm? where's your parents, honey?" you search signs for any parents.bmaybe she was just wandering?

no no, a kid with this type of fashion would not just 'be roaming around'. she had a necklace with her own name on it.

"my daddy would like you." the small white-haired little girl looked at you with awe. playing with your hair as she leaned onto your chest, as if she was ready to call you mom.

you started to walk around the store, asking around if they'd seen her parents. but every stranger you met- to no avail did you get to find any clue. let alone the man himself.

"sweetheart, do you know what you're papa looked like?" tucking in one of her stray strands of hair behind her ears as she nods her head. "yeah, handsome and very nice. he is very tall too! and.. ummm... he has my hair!" huh.. you couldn't find anyone else that seemed to have similar hair to hers.

"ah, there you are scarlett. don't roam around aimlessly. you heard a low voice coming from behind you. oh this must be her father.

oh- wow. he was definitely a lot more different than expected. you expected an appearance similar to the way his little girl had dressed. "papa! look i found pretty woman!" she pulled on your collar, asking you to get closer.

'you.. you're her dad?" you looked back at the little pearl you had in your arms, she was wearing all pink and a dash of white. and compared it to the man in front of you's look. a black suit paired with a few touches of red here and there.

you chuckled at first, getting to converse a little deeper with the tall man, although he looked scary, he was not as unfriendly as he seemed.

"you're good with kids, hmm?" the white-haired male hummed, looking into your e/c eyes, he definitely could hold it. "I suppose!" you cheer as you watch the small girl run back and forth, grabbing unhealthiness off the shelves.

"miss! can you pretty please buy this for me?" she grinned, oh what a cute little smile! sylus suddenly stopped you by your shoulder; "I'm really sorry for her behavior, she doesn't usually act like this. scarlett, go put it back." the last of his sentence almost sounded nice, but a twinge of anger in it. well, understandably..

"don't worry, i can buy it for her. which one did you want again?" you stepped closer, kneeling down to her level, watching her point out what chocolate bar she wanted.

he had to marry you.

after a quick trip to the counter, the small girl happily munched on her candy, smiling a teethy grin at you. bits of chocolate over her mouth. "hey, careful now, chocolate can stain easily.." you walked to her, wiping her mouth with a part of your clothing.

"hey- you didn't have to do that." sylus was too late to stop you, the mocha already stained onto your shirt. "huh? oh it's nothing much really, I'm fine. they're just clothes anyway."

"let me repay you."

"no, no need really!"

"let me."

"no! it's fine!"

he grabbed your hand not too roughly, but places what looked like at least one-thousand dollars?!

by the time you looked up from counting the money, he had already gone. oh, what's this? a note?

"call me XXXX-XXX-XXX when you find something." huh. his number? now that's interesting!

[pinkiealexie]

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 ♡ 𝘙𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘰𝘯

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❥ SUMMARY:

Even after getting together, Red Son still acts like he isn't with you and is still in fact crushing on you.

❥ WARNINGS: Short, and might be OOC? Idk this is my first time ever writing them please spare me.

[I literally love this show and her so much it makes my heart explode god damn. I'm also in desperate need of more Red Son content so I did the job myself]

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It was silly really.

Silly how even after you’ve both become official, Red Son would still act as if he was still crushing on you like before you both started dating.

You could easily tell as you could remember every single thing he would do back then and still continues to.

You'd be talking and you'd shortly notice the way that whenever you’d catch him staring at you dreamily from the corner of your shimmering eyes he’d immediately snap out of his daydreams and look away with a flushed face. This same thing would happen when he'd admire you from a distance.

How whenever you gave him physical affection such as hugging him he’d stiffen up like a wooden plank and ignore the way his stomach twisted into multiple knots. How he’d avert his eyes to look at anywhere but your warm, teethy and endearing smile;

Oh that ever so dear smile he adored so much. Red Son felt like putty in your hands just by seeing it.

Just by speaking to you it still made him as if his mouth was sewn shut with a needle and thread.  He would fumbled over his words and fake some coughs to think of how to respond to what you might’ve said or asked as he feels his throat dry and form a pit. He felt so embarrassed that he couldn't even form a proper sentence around you!

He strongly believed that if he stared into your eyes for longer than 5 seconds he’d surely burn from your gaze…and he was a fire demon for heaven’s sake!  How did that make any sense?! It made him feel so dumb! Dumbly in love because of you!

Red Son would still try to hide his giddy smile whenever you’d compliment him on the slightest thing whether it be about him or his achievements. Denying the fact that there were small sparks of fire that ignited in the tips of his bright red hair.

Talking to himself and planning out what he’d say before you arrived, making sure that the conversations went smoothly and that he wouldn’t end up saying some cheesy, rom-com worthy sentence. 

He’d still spend the time fixing his hair, straightening his posture so he stood there confidently then brushing the specks of dust off his clothes with his hands, and checking to see if his breath didn’t reek of an unpleasant odor before popping a mint or two into his mouth as he waited for you to arrive to meet up with him for hang outs, or well..now dates.

How whenever you approach him, gleaming brighter than the sun he’d still get shy and awkwardly wave back at you as you greeted him. 

Even sending him the simplest text while you were away and asking about his well being or a simple ‘I love you,’ would send him into a giggling fit, making him twirl his hair and kick his feet. Of course only where no one could see him, he'd actually never hear the end of it if someone had caught him acting such a way only a middle school girl would.

So now here you were at his workshop, listening to him as he spoke so happily and proudly about his newest invention. You would ask him questions about stuff he created that he'd happily answer without a second of hesitation as you praised him with such sweet and honey laced words.

And just like that without even trying, your magical abilities on him happened as sparks of his hair would ignite in a flaming glow and his cheeks would be dusted with a brilliant pink.

At this reaction you only smiled at him just like you always did, that same tooth rotting sweet smile.

All of this was so silly that it was adorable.

He was adorable.

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[mommieswithmuscles]

Sub!Abby x Dom!Reader

Free Palestine, don't support Neil

No Minors and No Men

CW: Slight!intox but both reader and Abby are coherent and consenting, loser!Abby, soft!reader, bar scene with mentions of violence, strap use, fingering, oral, not quite edging but it could be read that way, aftercare

Title: May I Take You For A Second Date?

You show up late to the bar your Bumble date suggested after getting lost in the new city. You look over and around the obnoxious crowd before spotting her sat at the counter. You're starstruck. She's even more beautiful in person.

"Two margaritas please." You startle Abby. "Sorry to keep you waiting, pretty girl. Big city." Her cheeks flush before she turns her attention back to the football game on the big screen. "Which team is yours?"

"Neither really. It grabbed my attention because of those guys." She nods to the obnoxious crowd you had to barge through on the way in.

"Why don't I take your attention now, lovely?" She turns to face you as your drinks are placed on the counter. You slide one over to her. "I don't drink much. I'm only going to have this," you take a long sip of your drink.

"Me neither. A bar seemed good in theory, but I've honestly only been on a few dates." You watch her throat swallow her drink nervously. Seems she needs the liquid courage.

"Why don't I take you out for a meal?" It's past 11 pm, no restaurants will be open.

"I could be down for that if tonight goes well." That sweet blush hasn't left her face. You smile as your hand slides down her forearm and settles on her bicep.

"Your muscles are bigger in person." You admire the black button up hugging her. The buttons are stretched to their last threads.

"You're more flirty in person. I'm not really used to this amount of attention."

"Expect a lot more." You both look over to the crowd of people once the game ends. You both only know because a few of the guys who have clearly had too much to drink start at it. You pat Abby's thigh, signalling her to stand and leave with you before you're both caught in the sloshed cross fire.

"I walked. Do you want to come back to mine?" You look at her fidgeting hands, closing your fingers around them.

"It's chilly tonight, and I don't live that far. I'll take you to mine. We can go to yours next time." You kiss her knuckles before leading her over to your truck. "How much did you drink before I got here?" You open the door for her, holding your hand out so she can hoist herself in.

"I didn't. I actually showed up late myself." You hand her the lap piece of the belt before asking her if her legs were clear of the door. Once safe, you close it.

You hop in your side, start up the engine, then put the heater on a low stream of air. Your hand rests on the stick. "Normally I would offer to hold your thigh, but as you can see, that wouldn't really be possible tonight. Can I pick you up in my Mercedes next time?" Her eyes widen.

"I- Yeah, you- Mhm- I don't mind, really." She shifts in her seat as you back out of the parking space and drive home.

-

She takes note of your Ring doorbell, and the clack of something on the assuming hard wood floors as your key struggles in the lock. Once you enter, you're greeted by your pitbull. She has white fur with some tan spots, and a bright pink nose. "Abby, this is Candy. Candy, introduce yourself." A single bark is heard, followed by her big teethy, drooly smile. Abby follows you in after Candy stays sat.

"She's very well trained." Candy leaves her spot once the door is locked.

"She can see me on this," you pointed at the camera feed screen on her inside of the door. "If I'm not coming to the door, she will attack."

"You saying this is my only chance to impress you?" Abby's feet shuffle out of her boots after you kick off your shoes on the mat against the wall.

"No. You commented on her training, I gave you more details about it." You take her hand in yours as you bring her towards your kitchen. "When was the last time you ate? And would you like anything to drink? I've got orange juice, Sprite, Baja Blast, water, and pomegranate cherry juice."

Her nerves start to settle a bit. You watch her physically relax a bit, shoulders not so tense and relieving some of her buttons. Her jeans also look more comfortable. "Are you pregaming my sex energy?" She laughs nervously, some of the tension coming back.

"I'm being a host, sweetheart. We've only been talking for a couple months. I won't press or rush anything you don't want. I may guide, but you're always allowed to decline. If at any point you decide you want to go home, I will pay for your ride so you don't feel stranded here or with me." You watch Candy come up to Abby and sit on the pillow next to her stool.

You pull a bag of sausage you cooked this morning from the fridge and put it in her bowl. Candy waits for you to stand straight again before eating. "Is it too early to say you're the best date I've ever had?"

"Is it reassuring to say you're the first date I've had the chance to host?" A smile creeps up Abby's lips.

"It is, yes." You take Candy's bowl once she taps it twice to signal she's finished eating. You tuck it back in the space on your side of the island counter you got it from.

"Now, can I get you anything before I invite you to my bed?"

-

Nothing's rushed as you both take the time to learn each other on your blood red sheets. The black comforter hides your bodies in the dim lamp light. Lips lightly smacking as each breath is shared.

Each touch is curated with gentle care, and light exploration. You take the time to memorize what caresses and where make her react. Her hands are just as soft, squeezing and holding you as you drive her insane. You haven't touched her breasts nor vagina yet, and she's twitching and quivering like she's on the brink. Her breaths are gasps and short, legs shaking slightly, and fingers tickling you from their sporadic movements.

"May I?" You lift the comforter a bit, hand resting on her chest above her breasts. Abby nods, saying she doesn't mind. You learn her breasts as you did the rest of her. Her own hands travel up your ribs before you guide one higher. Hers knead at yours as you slowly move to hover over her, making sure she has ample time to stop you.

She doesn't. Abby lets go of your breasts to play with your hair as you dip lower down her body. You look up at her before asking for permission to touch her intimately again. "I like being eaten out," she whispers. You leave a kiss on her navel before kissing each of her thighs.

"If you need to stop, say so. You're in control." You watch her as your face dips into her heat. She smells as good as she tastes. You lap slowly, exploring her with your tongue before diving in. You want her to feel like a girl. Not a fuck, not a one time fling, a woman. You tease Abby's clit with your teeth and she giggles, her hand flying over her mouth. You reach up and take that hand in yours, squeezing over her mid section. "Don't hide your pretty face Abs, let me see you." Her eyes are doey as she looks down at you.

"Can you come up for a moment?" Her thighs are buzzing around your head. You crawl back up her body, hand still clasped with hers.

"What do you need?" Abby kisses you. You kiss her back tenderly.

"Finger me?" Her cheeks are that adorable black cherry red you adore.

"Do you want me to look, or feel?" Your hand slides down her hip, drawing circles in the firm muscle.

"Just feel? I really want to kiss you," she pleads.

"Anything you need baby." You explore her like she's a treasure. Again, you listen for every noise, feel for every twitch. You swallow every gasp and pant. You know you find her spot when her hips buck, and her teeth sink into your lip. You keep the stimulation there, drawing figure eights on her clit.

When Abby cums, your wrist is locked between her thighs and her voice is strained. Gasps fan your lips and chin she comes down. Your lips pepper her neck, leaving kind words against the sweat shined skin. Her hand comes down to bring you out of her so you know you're not being too sudden. "May I?" You bring your fingers to your lips. She nods, rubs her face against the pillow before watching you clean up.

"Are we done?" You leave the choice for Abby.

"Do you want to be?" Her voice is quiet.

"I have one more thing. I don't mind how it goes." You retrieve your strapon from the bathroom. You cleaned it before you left so it would be ready for use. You offer it to her.

"You've taken the lead all night, why not keep it?" Her eyes are wide and her lips pouted.

"Because this is about you tonight, Abby." Her breath shakes as she presses the harness back into your hands.

"Be gentle?"

"I promise." You reassure her. Once buckled and secure, you generously lube the dildo and her hole. She's still open and fluttery when you use two fingers to check her out.

Abby's hand comes down to guide you in. You're slow, only moving when she moves you. You feel her adjust and how she uses her palms to keep your hips where she needs them. Her nails dig into your ass as she gets accustomed to the new full feeling.

When you bottom out her legs come to wrap around you. Her ankles lock on your upper thighs as you stay still. Your lips travel along her face. Each freckle is met with a sweet kiss. The feeling of your lips makes her nose scrunch. You smile against her salty skin.

She starts by rolling her hips. Abby takes her time to get you moving before letting you have control again. You stay the way she set. You don't want to overwhelm or overstimulate her. You want her to feel good.

Her moans are for your ears only as your head tucks into her cheek. Her arms grasp your shoulders as your nose embraces hers. When you look into her cerulean eyes, the energy changes. That feeling when you find a missing disk to an empty case, or remembering an old song you would play in every car ride. Her lips against yours feel like lighting a sparkler.

She cums on the strap. You slow down to help her ride it out. "Did you feel good princess?" You push the fly aways away from her face.

"I did," she nods. You wait for her to guide you out before dashing to the bathroom.

You ditch the toy in the bathtub, running warm water in the sink to dampen a washcloth. You return to Abby timely, cleaning her with care. You make sure all the slick is removed from her curls before moving onto her thighs. "You're welcome to shower if you want one," you offer.

"Can we in the morning? Want to sleep with you." Her voice is edging on the whininess of tired. You toss the rag in the hamper, cuddling into her embrace.

You grab the remote from your bedside table, clicking the power on to the dog door in your bedroom.

-

Sometime during the night Candy climbed into bed with you. You wake up to her boxy head on your duvet covered hip, and Abby's large hand resting on her side.

[chlmvqn]

- does HOSHI want a family? if so, when? -

hoshi definitely wants one, so here’s a glimpse of a day with his family with you!

it was a fine morning scene as your hips gently swayed to the music and your hair following along with every move you make. humming to the song whilst adding some syrup.

"mama, is it done yet?" a young girl's voice echoed through your ears. the voice sounded slur-ish yet lively, you could easily tell that your daughter had just woken up. 

"in a minute, love." you gently laid out the pancakes flat on the plate with a soft smile displaying across your face, lifting yourself up to meet her squinted eyes– in which he got from her father. you picked the plate up and went to your daughter. she gave you a teethy grin that made her eyes disappear. not before twirling, of course.

two familiar voices were heard from the living room. "good morning, everyone!" your husband's, hoshi’s, and your son's. the both of them just came back from their annual morning session of football in the park– despite your husband being utterly HORRIBLE at it, he simply just loves the smile on his son’s face every time he wins. 

"good morning, boys. your pancakes will be ready in a sec." you greeted the both of them with a playful curtsy and swayed yourself back to the stove.

"yeah, if mom stops dancing." your daughter snickered.

“and go change your clothes before both catch colds!”, you ignored your daughter’s comment. 

"oh, i love this song!" hoshi gilded towards you and grabbed your arm. not before turning off the stove of course. 

"not again." your son groaned, as he rolled his eyes.

your husband bowed, extending a hand, in which you gratefully accepted your husband's hand, as he pulled you close to his grasp. his warm hand enveloped over your waist as he stares lovingly into your eyes, you mirroring him with a smile. your smile made him smile himself, a smile in which his eyes disappeared. 

the both of you waltz with the music, leaving your children in sweet smiles and grins.

[ch1fxyuu]

somebody to you ; 01

parts: 01. 02.

Itadori Yuji.

Your longtime crush. Your childhood sweetheart.

When he introduced you to his newest friends, Megumi and Nobara, your heart warmed up at how his eyes sparkled whenever he talked about them and how he ran up to them while grabbing your hand, overjoyed like a small kid.

Weeks turned into months, and months into years. Now, today, you planned on confessing your feelings to him. Little did you know, his spikey-haired friend, Megumi, kind of guessed that you liked Yuji. For a long time now.

Yuji had the purest heart you had seen, and though he was as warm as the sun and radiated his sunshine energy to everyone around, you knew he felt lonely. He had always felt like he had everything but the love of a family, with his grandfather gone as well, until he found a family in the company of his friends. You, were indeed special to him, but the boy was too oblivious to think and differentiate his feelings.

A bit too oblivious that his response to your confession left you dumbstruck.

"Really?"

The strawberry-haired boy looked at you with a grin on his face.

"I like you too, Y/N! You're the bestest of all best friends I've ever had! But Megumi and Nobara are close to my heart too.." He drifted off, glancing at the two who glared at him in shock.

Leaving you blinking in disappointment and embarrassment. The two others had the same reaction as you.

Was he trying to say he saw you only as a friend or was he dumb to not realize you were confessing to him?

'I shouldn't have said anything..' you thought.

"But you've a special place in my heart too, Y/N. You're a really good friend!"

Yuji flashed his teethy grin to you, while Megumi raised his hand to smack him from behind, as Nobara held back her urges to throw her purse at the dumb boy.

You sighed, looking away while you felt a tad bit disappointed. Clearing your throat, you bit your lip awkwardly. Embarrassed, and even more flustered due to his friends witnessing your awkward moment, you wanted to go home and question your choices today.

"I'll go home. I just remembered my mom telling me to grab some groceries on the way back. See you later," was all you said before awkwardly walking out of the scene, leaving behind a confused Yuji.

"Huh- okay, Y/N! See you tomorrow!" He gave you a big wave before turning around to face his friends.

"Fushiguro-"

Megumi immediately smacked his head with an irritated expression. "Are you stupid?" "What was that for- oi, Nobara!" Yuji grimaced as the said girl pinched his sides. He looked at the two with a stupidly innocent face. "What did I do?" "She confessed to you, you dimwit! And you threw off the entire confession! Did you really miss the point?" Nobara rambled, using her hands while she ranted for a dramatic effect. "She likes you more than just a friend, Yuji! She literally told you she liked you! She didn't mean that as a friend!"

"Eh?"

Yuji blankly stared at the two, while having the hood of his shirt dragged and held up by a silent Megumi, who had much to say but chose to glare at him instead.

"You mean she likes me?"

"That's what I'm saying!"

"You mean she LIKES me? Like, in that sense? Like a lovey-dovey sense? Y/N likes me like that?!"

Nobara sighed in exasperation.

Megumi facepalmed. "Yuji, do you like her back or not?"

His question made Yuji stop and think. Of all the times you had been a little too kind to him. All the instances where you'd put him first before yourself, and cared for him like he was your treasure.

When you gave up all your academic opportunities because you felt like Yuji deserved it more.

When you let him cry on your shoulder all night long after his grandfather's passing.

When he fell sick and you took two weeks off school to tend to him.

When you got the news of him eating strange things and all the weird incidents that took place in your school one night, the way you scolded him for his carelessness before breaking down in sobs, thankful that he wasn't hurt as badly as his two other friends.

Yuji had mistook all this for simple, 'friendly' concern and selflessness. Especially when you would get jealous whenever he got confessions from other girls, he thought you were just being protective of him as a friend.

Then, it hit him.

You had been liking him for a long way back, and even his friends knew, except for himself.

"Fushiguro, I.." He began, his words trailing off. He clenched his fists and ran off, escaping his friend's grip.

"I gotta go and tell her something! Sorry!"

Nobara squinted her eyes at the running man. "We need to follow him," she muttered, receiving a nod from the other side.

[captainaikus]

Yandere Rin with an affectionate fem!reader friend for now who likes to hug her friends as a form of greeting, fighting his urge to tug you away from Isagi who's hugging you back affectionately with friendly intentions Then, you asked Rin for consent to hug him as affectionately (even more affectionately than those pathetic people you hugged before him, he likes to think) as well. Rin let out a grunt. The moment you closed the gap between the two of you, it caused him fighting his urge to wrap his arms around you so tight, claim you, isolate you... ANYTHING. Just to have you right here, right now by his side forever. Yet, he didn't do anything. He just stood there, pretending to be annoyed (a "tch" escaped from his tongue but you just took it as his usual tendency due to his personality causing you to laugh) but he lets you hug him in the end.

Then you moved to hug his other teammates like Bachira and Rin has to suffer again from jealousy again--- sigh... Seriously... Don't you even know that every single time you hug people in front of him is counted to his list of times to edge you in bed when he finally lured you successfully to his penthouse???

wc : 470

Ratings : 18+, mdni

Warnings : posessiveness, bondage, yandere!rin, edging, cunnilingus, taunting, pussy slapping, thigh spanking, blindfolds, mentions of mindbreak towards the end. Rin is 24 and a professional player.

(A/N) : Yandere rin seems to be the new bandwagon everyone's jumped on... so here we are. Hope you guys like it ik i did cause i had a field day with it This is a thirst and not request, but can be considered as a short fic as well. Do not copy, repost, edit, plagiarize or translate my work. Interactions, comments, reblogs and likes are welcomed!

If there is something yandere Rin does not like it is the fact of people touching something that is his, and his alone. He is indifferent to hugs when you give them to him, not wanting to look like a pathetic puppy waiting at the door for your attention. He wanted to be a normal lover for you, holding your hand or brushing the hair out of your face, but he couldn't for his ego wouldn't allow him. He hated it when his hugs- that he was so indifferent to, were directed at Bachira and Isagi, the pair flashing you with teethy smiles that would no doubt win over the heart of some girls. You were his and his alone and that was the day he vowed to not let anyone else touch you. It was a stroke of luck when you had agreed to a formal dinner at his penthouse with a few other selected teammates, the others leaving early while naive little you insisted on helping out in the kitchen. It didn't take long for things to escalate as Rin placed his hands on your hips, followed by the heavy makeout session pressing you into the kitchen counter until he had you bound to the headboard of his bedroom by the ties he had kept in his drawers, a blindfold covering your eyes, moaning and bucking your hips into his mouth as he licked and slurped at your pussy mercilessly, his strong arms circling around your thighs and holding them down. He had been dreaming about this and everything was falling into his plan. "Rin please- let me cum already... ahh" you begged as he shifted his head from side to side, adding more stimulus to your cunt. Not yet. Hearing a particularly high moan spill from your lips, he pulled back, fingers coming quickly to rub at your sensitive clit, making your thighs shake. "You thought you could go flaunting around what is mine?" he growled, slapping your inner thigh, making you whimper. "Isagi and Bachira would have loved to feel your tits against them when they hugged you. Pathetic fuckers must be getting off to that too at night Hm? But this." he said, giving a spank to your naked pussy, making you cry out. "This belongs to me. And I'll let you cum only when I feel like it. When you've been good enough to earn it." he said, tongue hanging out to let saliva drip on your exposed clit. 'Who do you belong to?' "You!" "Whose pussy is this?" "Yours!" "Will you ever get close to Isagi or Bachira ever again?" "NO!"

"Good girl." Edging you 9 times and you had already learnt your lesson. It was only time when he seized yet another opportunity, seeing you hand a bottle of water to Raichi. Was he going to have fun breaking you for his naive little lamb never seemed to learn her boundaries.

[v3nusxsky]

Something beautiful bloomed from pain

Authors note~ there is going to be a few more fics based around this idea and universe. Also baby snuggles are the best but I’m not promoting unsafe sleep

Tw~ mentioned sexual assault. Not practicing safe sleep for a baby

Prompt~ reader was assaulted and now has a daughter due to that. Somehow lesso finds out fluff ensured. (This prompt is based of a fic I read in the ouat fandom it's quite a common prompt there due to the nature of the show)

Being a Ever, you were always taught not to keep secrets. It's an unwritten rule of the Evers. And although you hated calling your daughter a secret that's exactly what she was. No one apart from Dovey knew of Delilah's existence. Your little lilac flower. Lilah had just turned one a few days into the new school year. Soon she wouldn't be as easily hidden and you knew that. But for now it worked. You didn't need everyone knowing what you'd been through. Luckily, Delilah is too young to understand the pain, thankfully all she knew was you and Dovey.

You had dance classes to teach today. But your daughter was being incredibly fussy due to cutting her teeth. All she wanted was to be held, by you. Of course you could understand that and you'd willingly hold her all day to soothe her pain. But classes had to be taught. That was what brought you to your friends office.

"Y/n! What a lovely surprise." You were about to reply however Delilah let out a squeal of pain. "Oh and my little flower. I'm sorry lilac auntie dove didn't see you there." She cooed at the fussy baby who was squirming in your arms.

"My poor lilac flower it's okay baby you're okay. I know your teethy pegs are hurting you aren't they? My poor baby girl. " you cooed while searching for her dummy that had been sat in the fridge before your trip here. Instantly she began to chew it the cold soothing the pain. "There my lilac it's all better now hmm?" You hummed slightly swaying your body to hopefully soothe your daughter into a sleep.

"Y/n? You're an amazing mother. I know you were scared and you had every right to be. But you are doing a great job with Delilah here." Your friend complimented you. She knew how much you would doubt yourself with Lilah. After all once she learned the reason it all made sense. Yet you still made the difficult decision to choose to love her and not let the trauma stop that.

"Thank you Dovey. I actually came here for a favour. Could you possibly watch lilac here? I have a dance class to teach with Evers and Nevers for the upcoming ball. I know she's not your responsibility but I can't miss class and she's so fussy today. Just wanting to be held all the time. I don't know what to do." Your tone hushed as not to wake the now sleeping baby but still conveying your panic.

"Y/n I would love to you know I love my little flower but I have a meeting with meeting with Emma in 15 minutes. " she whispered apologetically. You knew Dovey really loved Delilah and would watch her if she could. Only then did you hear the door shutting effectively waking the slumbering baby. Her high pitched screams filling the room effectively shocking the new entry. 

"Hey hey hey baby no you're okay. Mommas here hush my lilac flower. You're okay darling. " you soothed and trailed a finger lightly down the bridge of her nose. Swaying slightly you watched as your daughter blinked before accepting the exhaustion she felt. Sucking her pacifier in and out of her little lips. 

"Y/n? Dovey? What is a child doing here? Who's is it?" Lady Lesso seemed to be spilling questions a mile a minute. You could feel yourself visibly tense at the questions. It was hard to keep your daughter a secret you just thought you had more time before it came out. You held your slumbering daughter close to your chest not realising tears were already falling. "She's mine Leonora." You kept your face strict and strong. Clutching your flower like a life line. Dovey slipped from the room quietly.

"You ? You have a baby?" Her confusion was evident.

"Yes." You simply stated

"When?"

"Last year. Her birthday is September 8th"

You watched the dean of evil processing the information you'd gave her. Trying to sneak glances over your shoulder at your daughter. "Oh y/n..." she trailed off "who is her farther?"

You tensed once more before remembering your daughter would feel it and focusing on relaxing. "We don't talk about it" you mumbled out your tone leaving no room for argument. However Lady Lesso read through the lines. "Y/n I'm so sorry I why didn't you tell me?" The last part was hardly audible but you caught it.

"I was embarrassed and you're the great Dean of evil you don't take any crap Lesso. I felt weak and lost. And after her birth I was just afraid how people would see me. " you explained mindlessly stroking your daughters back.

"Y/n? Can I uh can I?" She flapped her hands trying to explain her point. After all Lady Lesso didn't do emotions. So the fact she was gesturing to hold your slumbering daughter had you in shock. But gently you shifted your daughter into her arms. Adjusting the hold so you were sure she was safe. "Um if you find it easier you can rest her on your shoulder. She likes that. And it's a bit easier to hold her weight" you mumbled watching as Lady Lesso nodded. "She's not that heavy darling, she's like a little flower. Lilacs bloom during the harshest winters just like this little one." She whispered seemingly transfixed on the sleeping baby.

"Lilac is a nickname she has for that exact reason. My pretty little flower. Delilah is her full name though. I know you're probably more comfortable using the full name?"

"Hmm pretty but lilac suits her" she stated with a matter of certainty.

Only then did your watch buzz reminding you of your class. "Ah god damn I'm late." You mumbled out. "I'm sorry Lesso I have a class and I need to find someone to watch little lilah here." You reached your arms for your daughter. "I'll watch her... if you want" she mumbled not ready to lose the contract with the sleeping baby.

"Leonora I can't ask you to do that. She's not your responsibility I can just cancel the class" she cut your protests off with a simple nod. "You didn't ask I offered. And you can't cancel the class, after all have you seen the way you Evers dance? You need all the training." She quipped at the end gaining a smile from you as you were rushed out the room after saying bye to your daughter and thanking the red head once more.

Lesso pov

Y/n had a kid? Not a kid no a baby. This beautiful little baby that was the spit of her mother. I quickly made my way to the sofa in Doveys office resting the sleeping baby on my chest. If only I'd admitted my feelings go y/n maybe she wouldn't have gone through such pain? But then again this little lilac flower wouldn't have bloomed. This was a lot to take in. And if anyone knew that you the great Dean of Evil was sat cradling a sleeping baby to your chest, well your reputation would be ruined. All you knew is you were tired of hiding feelings for y/n. Risking that someone else could snap her up alongside this beautiful baby. It was the lulling of the babies breathing that caused your eyes to flutter shut falling into a light slumber.

Y/n POV

As soon as the class finished I quickly made my way to where I'd left Lesso with Delilah. Quietly slipping into the office what I saw made my heart melt. Delilah laid on the red heads chest both of them sleeping peacefully. Did lady lesso even like babies? This was most definitely a puzzling sight. And not only you thought so. A gentle cough got my attention. Dovey sat at her desk watching the same sight you were. A smile adorned her lips as she motioned you over to her.

"They've been like that for the past 15 minutes at least." She whispered nodding in their direction. You nodded dumbfounded at what you were seeing.

"Who would've knew that Nora had a soft spot for babies?" You questioned out loud.

"Oh y/n. It's not babies it's the baby." Dovey stated as if it was completely obvious.

"Dovey what?" You were confused, eyes never leaving your baby and the women holding her.

"Oh Y/n, you don't see it? I know Leonora well she's been in love with you for years just refused to believe it was possible out of fear. She never wanted you to be hurt. I know that finding out bout our little flower here, would already let her know she didn't protect you from all the pain."

Blinking rapidly you made your way to the sofa and looked to Dovey for encouragement. If everything she had just told you was true then Nora returned your feelings. You placed a kiss to your sleeping baby's head knowing that she would need to wake for her feed soon, before placing a light kiss to the red heads cheek. You watched as her grip tightened holding your baby girl more securely as she stirred due to the little peck.

"Y/n? I'm sorry! I didn't meant to fall asleep. God I'm sorry darling she's okay tho." She reassured you as you just watched her rambling. Before you could even speak Lilah decided now was a good time to awake. Leonora looked at you unsure if you wanted to take your daughter back. Only when you didn't move to take her but moved to sit beside the pair and stroke your daughters cheek did she relax. You leant your head on her arm watching your daughter smile up at the women who was your one and only true love. Maybe your daughter had blossomed from the most unimaginable pain but now as you sat next to your lilac flower being held by the women who had your heart you couldn't help but be glad you went through it all to find this. Your happiness.

Word count ~ 1790

[gorkloum]

Wake up sunshines, new ✨hasubando material✨ just dropped 😱

The concept art for Urrius the Shinigami, or Urrichka, or Teethy Nightmare, or "flying ass", from "Another Death Note" by Depth888. Really loved to create this lil' buddy, this small fella >w< Just look at this tiny teeth and fingers~~ La Creatura~~ (>W<)👉👈 gorgous! He is here to create mess and to show you his wings, and as you can see he showed this to ya. I like to design such creatures. 😔💖

Fanfact: he inherited his wings from Mammon, "Obey Me!".

Oh my god cutie patootie <333

Fanfact n.2: in a month after finishing this ref I realised that I accidentally gave him ~50% of desing from my old shinigami OC. Well, that's a reason to remake this girl :'D maybe even I will show all her iterations~

You can read the fanfic "Another Death Note" on 🖤 AO3 (eng) 🖤 Wattpad (eng) 🖤 Ficbook (rus)

[goldrose-star]

AJ & Clay - Wedding Invitations

Just a little something I came up with. I had a wedding invitation in mind and worked on it but it somehow didn't turn out how I wanted it to, so I made these instead. The pics below are all the same three pictures, I just choose different flowers and different bg colours. I hope you like it.

Edit: I created a new wedding invitation (more or less..) and the flowers may be a bit too much but anyway.

Also, Clay and AJ don't know each other (yet) and that's just me shipping Teethy's Clay with my OC AJ, so not canon.

Also a lil something because why not?

AJ leaned over the wedding invitations she's been working on for a while, having printed dozens of stickers of different flowers, varying in colour, size and form. Said flowers which she currently used to assault the invitations with, it seems.

Clay, hearing AJ quietly laugh to herself, makes his way in her direction. Looking over her shoulder he raises one eyebrow in surprise. "Don'tcha think that's a bit too many flowers sugar?" he questions, amusement lacing his words.

The paper was coloured in teal, getting lighter to the bottom. Tiny stars and crescent moons, as well as two orange orchids were adoring the invitation. Their names, a small text and two more flower elements were also beautifully arranged on the paper. What seemed to be more than enough tho were the flower stickers.

Hearing his voice AJ turns around, the corner of her lips tilting upwards. "Never" she just says, which in turn makes Clay grin. Looking up at the man she's lucky enough to call her own, she reaches one hand up, cupping the side of his face. The redhead covers her hand with one of his own in return, the difference in size between both their hands noticable. Angling his head to the side he puts a kiss to her wrist, which makes AJ melt in adoration.

"I love you" she quietly says, the fondness in her voice evident. Rising from her chair her other hand finds the front of Clay's tee, tugging him gently closer. Clay takes a step forward, both of his hands cupping her face, pulling her closer while leaning down until they are face to face, both of their noses nearly touching. "I love you too" he whispers against her lips before closing the distance.

The invitations forgotten for the time being.

Well.. I tried? 🫣

Tagging my beloved girl Teethy (@rottent33th) 💖

Also: @bluecoolr @slaasherslut @solmints-messyocdiary @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @the-pinstriped-hood @visceravalentines @myers-meadow @damien-mlm @probably-a-plant-thing @shonkgobonk @sketchbook-of-shadows @tahlalilian @devil-doll13 @flower-crowned-lady

(I dunno if anyone else is interested, so if you want me to tag or untag you lemme know)

[sinnabear13]

so um? I found a kitten in the dog park outside my apartment?? I think it's a lil girl and I think she's about 4-5 weeks based on her teethies but she's super small and I love her she is all I'm gonna be talking about forever

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

DADKI DADKI DADKI …. (rattling the bars of my cage)

RIKOOO uve killed me w this one. he’s so !!!! so so so sweet and funny and silly i adore him :(( aaa the way …. he sees you as too good for him ….. </3 aki ur such a catch pls believe me …

but god these were all so so cute and sweet and heartwrenching to read 😭😭 as always !! ur writing and imagery is so so stunning riko … i absolutely ate this up. 

aaaand as always i just have to comment on some lines i rly loved bc !! this was just such a treat to read hhhhh I LOVE DADKI T_T

like an ugly patch of weeds in an old, worn garden that's not worth saving, but still has enough life within it to be marred by rot and degradation of soil.

a flower who's bell shaped bunches of milky petals hang from the stalk like a condemned man on a court platform, 

goddd i adore these lines … just so cool !!! especially the second one thats gonna live in my mind forever ….. i love love loveeee ur metaphors riko, especially when it’s tied into flower imagery … i will always be weak for it i fear

further than exhausted mornings littered with extinguished cigarette butts and framed with curling smoke, pale sunrises and slow, languid movement that reflect the growing shadows beneath his tired eyes; further than the bitter scent of the black coffee he always makes for himself because the pathetic attempt at at romantic in him insists that your sweet lips are the sugar and cream to his life enough.

SUCH A GORGEOUS PARAGRAPH??? ive said this before but u r so so good at building up a vibe and like . envoking different sensations? like when i read this i feel like i can almost smell the cigarette smoke and taste the coffee and see the sunrise like DO U KNOW … HOW IMPRESSIVE THAT IS …. im so jealous hhh i wanna get better at doing that w my own writing. aki is such a sap also <33 hes such a sweetie !!

and so, when the fever dream that's your wedding day comes around,

:((( again ……. the way he thinks ur too good for him …. the way he feels as if ur life together is almost like a fever dream bc he probably never even once imagined he could have something so Good. aki hayakawa the man that u are …..

he can't help the gentle soft spot he has for your children when he remembers the big, teethy grins with little cinnamon pastry crumbs scattered around their curved lips and round cherry cheeks are a result of your combined efforts;

sob. i just love how ur writing always incorporates food and fruit and sweet things </3 cherry cheeks .. the crumbs on the corners of their lips … hhh such a pleasant mental image

you'll enjoy a sweet, tender kiss in the golden hazy glow of your warm kitchen bubble, full of lively mirth as you carve out silly little smiley faces and stars out of potatoes and bits of cucumber and carrot.

SO TENDER ………….. i love this kinda domestic vibe sm . its what he deserves ;(

denji and power spoil them to no end; the wonder duo indulge the kids through games of tag and roughhousing, treating them to a wide array of candy and sweets that guarantee a doctor's visit the following week.

it only gets worse when they learn how to negotiate; he makes a mental note to blame denji and power, because there's no way in hell your children figured out how to bargain from you or him. 

whines of "aww, but uncle denji lets me take the toys outside, dad!" and "buy me that neko charm, or else i'll tell mom you knocked over her plant pot yesterday!" (which, for the record, isn't true. that was 'auntie' power.)

I LOVE. LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS. i love them. they would genuinely be the best uncles ever i take no criticism. its basically like having two extra kids LMAOO hang in there aki 😭😭

def the type of dad to mutter 'no she didn't' or 'they probably deserved it' under his breath when ur daughter's school principal calls u both in to tell u she stuck her chewed melon gum in three different girls' hair that day

yells at ur kids a lot and starts pouting like the grown ass man he is when u scold him for it ("sorry, love. i got used to it. power and denji were a hell of a handful.")

unrolls his cigarettes and makes origami shapes out of them; once ur daughter got her ears pierced he made a pair of crane earrings for her from the paper (clean ofc. i hope)

hopes and prays like an idiot that his kids see him as a cool epic devil hunter awesome sauce dad and not a silly pathetic failwife househusband (that's only for u to think)

I LOVED THE UNSERIOUS HCS SM they were so funny ….. all of them r so so real. some part of me thinks that aki would be the ”did you win?” parent when it comes to his kids getting into fights but i also think he’d raise them not to be violent … 

AND YELLING AT HIS KIDS HPSHDJDH okok but riko … i need ur expert opinion …… would aki be the angry math dad. like. the kinda dad who makes u cry trying to help u w math homework 😭😭😭 I WANNA SAY NO BUT LIKE … the idea of that is so funny to me

AND THE CIGARETTE ORIGAMI ……. why is that lowkey attractive . is it just me .

and then finally; so real so true, aki will always be a silly pathetic failwife househusband <33

> under warm kitchen lights and puffy silk sheets dad!aki hayakawa x reader hcs/drabbles

man... i finally finished this. oh my word wc: 3.2k :cry: cw: fem!reader (use of mother terms but no explicit description), brief mention of hospitals, kids omg so scary boy n girl not proofread!!

i always find myself writing waaayyyyyy too much for these 'short' drabbles/hcs/whatever they are. i think this one got even worse than the yoshida one. anyways its ok cus i live laugh love aki

also thank u @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat for feeding me ideas with canon hayakawa family interactions :3

it's hard for him, to say the least.

while parenting is a new experience for the both of you, it's more than appropriate to say aki's the least bit familiar. putting up with denji and power (begrudgingly, he'll tell you-- although you never believe it) certainly has him battle-ready and prepared, albeit with a slight darkening of the circles under his velvety blue eyes and a minute downward tug on his chapped lips that need yours on them for rejuvenation when he thinks about the tiring journey lying ahead on a path of family that's only been slightly worn. but then you smile, squeezing his calloused hands that are bigger than yours and intertwining your fingers gently, and he forgets there's supposed to be blood between them as he presses a light kiss to your forehead and tells you in that smooth velvety voice that he's ready for whatever pandemonium your rascals will cause as long as you're there with him.

truth be told, there's nothing in this damned world that aki wants-- yearns for than a life of normality with you. he doesn't have a lust for a revenge that festers and infects, anymore; the only thing on his mind when his work gives the luxury of a time of rest is how wonderful it'd be to start a lively little family of your own as you smile at him or card your hands through his damp hair when you share a lukewarm bath surrounded by cold austere tiles in the darkest hours of the morning, having found him covered in a thin veneer of chilling sweat only moments ago, knuckles pale white as he clung to the duvet. more often than not you find a knot between his dark brows; a heavy weight on his shoulders that's perceivable but frustratingly intangible-- like an ugly patch of weeds in an old, worn garden that's not worth saving, but still has enough life within it to be marred by rot and degradation of soil. but when you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him flush to your chest, so close to your heart-- the place where he thinks he deserves to be furthest from-- when your lithe fingers work so gently it's almost painful to soothe the crease on his nose bridge and the tension between his bare shoulders, he's so bold as to dare to just hope for a life further than nights of hollow intimacy that, in vain, attempt to sew and patch up the gaping valley between the wants of his heart and of his mind. further than exhausted mornings littered with extinguished cigarette butts and framed with curling smoke, pale sunrises and slow, languid movement that reflect the growing shadows beneath his tired eyes; further than the bitter scent of the black coffee he always makes for himself because the pathetic attempt at at romantic in him insists that your sweet lips are the sugar and cream to his life enough. but in truth he can-- and thought he'd always be able to taste that overwhelming tang of something equitable to sourness on his tongue when he downs the bland caffeine, like the feeling that crashes and overwhelms him when he realizes that what you have right now? is just an illusion for his poorly-kept facade of something he wishes could be more. something with a shared bed and an extra room painted bright pastel, a bunk bed tucked into the corner and kids' toys scattered all over the place.

(and as much as you tell him otherwise, some small part of him that he's tucked into the darkest recesses of his mind will always, always believe that you deserve someone immensely better than him-- better than a cynical devil hunter with nothing to offer but years of bottled tears, unspoken words that die on his parched tongue, and withered feeling in his heavy limbs that come with the sensation of dragging himself through the pool of molasses that is the routine of life-threatening missions he throws himself into by a hollow ambition. but he's never, and if he's being honest, he doesn't want to have the heart to end things with you. and imagining you, holding hands with someone else, laughing that bubbly bright melody and smiling that cheery grin in any direction but his, makes his heart hurt uncomfortably and his cold blood boil.)

and so, when the fever dream that's your wedding day comes around, he wishes he had met you early enough to be addicted to the taste of your lips instead of the rough, paper end of a cigarette and the numbing thrill that settles in his diluted veins at the hit of nicotine clogging his lungs, before it's disillusioned and the despondent cycle repeats. you don't know the half of what he'd give for that. either way, he believes it a miracle that he even got the chance to see the starstruck look in your gorgeous eyes when he slid that silver band onto your ring finger; that he lived to see the day where the familiar touch of your tender hands coupled with the refreshing bite of cold metal on his skin, treating him like some elegant thing in your garden; a lily of the valley when in reality he's just some weed that should've been rid of. a flower who's bell shaped bunches of milky petals hang from the stalk like a condemned man on a court platform, yet still so bright and graceful you could forget the plant was poisonous. when aki had laid eyes on that pretty ring, tucked into a black box of deep velvet on a shaded patch of street one sunny afternoon, he immediately thought of how nicely the elegantly-cut gem would match your dazzling irises; he takes extensive care to make sure the luster suits as an addition to your appearance instead of a distractor-- after all, when he looks at his then future spouse, he wants to be drawn to your eyes, then the ring tying you two together like a red string on your pinky fingers. that, and the way your gaze will soften as it lands on him, in the way that could only happen when the purest angel from heaven chooses to spot the bastard straight from hell out of the crowd who dared to nose his way into your ethereal presence. it's truly befitting, he thinks; your touch is featherlight even when all he does is weigh you down like a ball and chain locked to your ankle, bound by softly-spoken vows and a promise amongst the white of veils and pretty cream flowers. and aki is a selfish man, so he's only glad he decided to weave your fates together, even if it meant the good and bad mingled to paint a splash of gray on love's canvas.

that's the story of your love on weighted scales that runs through his buzzing mind the night your sweet little kids ask their mama to recount the tale of your plunge into devotion together to them, far different than the telling words which seem to sweeten tenfold as they fall from your lips onto eager ears that soon turn deaf, sleeping soundly in your arms. for all the aloof, coldness and silence he's ever turned out into the harsh world your family lives and breathes in, aki's surprisingly loving as a father-- he can't help the gentle soft spot he has for your children when he remembers the big, teethy grins with little cinnamon pastry crumbs scattered around their curved lips and round cherry cheeks are a result of your combined efforts; the streak of tenderness you unearthed in him finds itself being yanked wide open by two pairs of small, grubby hands that are tiny enough to wrap around the length of his thumb, like a little pair of gloves that sponge the inpurity from his hands and make his eyes soften, crinkle around the edges in the way that you love. it's certainly not an unfamiliar feeling; the one invoked deep within his hardened chest buds and unfurls within his organs when your kids take their first breath of fresh air-- well, as fresh as clinical hospital air and stark white lights can get-- is the same one that hit him like a truck when his gaze inevitably finds its way back to you every moment you're near him. cupid's arrow has long burrowed into the cavity of his chest, and if he's honest, he doesn't mind at all. if you had the energy to, you would've snuck a quick picture, if not mental, and made a little sweet teasing fun of him for being so dumb-- no, starstruck; a fool absolutely enamored with two little reflections of you and him. the product of literal years in blood, sweat and tears; maybe some coffee, and definitely some love.

and while aki may involuntarily be an intrinsic liar to his very core by nature (you still love him either way, even when he tells you he tried to stop your baby boy from crawling onto the kitchen counter over the sink and clambering onto two shaky toddler legs to paw at the jar of peanut butter in your cabinet), you're not. so you'll enjoy the strawberry blush that seeps its way across the soft skin of his cheeks that you've mapped with fluttering kisses and trembling hands when you tell him just how much of a great father you think he is to your kids, on the nights when he gets home with sufficient energy to whip something up for the haven of cozy warmth he calls 'home'. you'll prep a warm stew together that makes your daughter's mouth water and eyes go round as saucers as she clings to aki koala-bear style, legs wrapped around his neck and fingers curling into his raven hair as she watches him stir the broth with one hand (the other resting firmly, yet gently on her ankle) to melt the icicles clinging to the awnings of your windows for frigid winters. or, maybe some cold soba for those humid summer nights to enjoy amongst the symphony of cicada buzzes and city sounds, watching lights flash by as you laugh and reach out to wipe the soup off of your son's cheeks when the noodle he was indulging on goes up a little too fast, missing the way your husband's eyes fall on you ever so affectionately. you'll enjoy a sweet, tender kiss in the golden hazy glow of your warm kitchen bubble, full of lively mirth as you carve out silly little smiley faces and stars out of potatoes and bits of cucumber and carrot. on the rare occasion you decide it's a good idea to let your kids contribute a little, the immediate and guilty regret you feel when you watch your daughter slip up and knick her little finger gets washed away by a familiar, blooming feeling of adoration, almost sickeningly sweet in its intensity as you pause to watch aki kiss away the beads of ruby red blood welling on the cut, rubbing her 'boo-boo' so tenderly it makes your heart hurt as you gently plaster a cute sunflower bandaid over the cut while your baby girl stares at your husband with such wonder you think he might be a knight-in-shining-armor in her wide round eyes. and it makes his bleeding heart skip a beat when you tell him you see him the same way, too. there's always guaranteed to be a fresh plate of intricate bunny-shaped apple slices as dessert after dinner, and on slow nights spent in the company of family, there'll be a quick and intense battle of rock paper scissor or sticks between the love of your life and your beloved children on who'll be the lucky winner to put their head in your lap tonight.

(although, aki rarely lets himself win, because he knows he'll be able to later that night if not in that fond moment, sure to become a treasured memory.)

aki sees himself as a good father; he's strict when he needs to be, and he always tries to make time for his kids. he's even stopped smoking in front of them; in the house, as a whole. he had to pepper you with a few sweet, slow and intentional kisses and light-hearted apologetic words when you demanded to know why your requests for him to stop slowly killing himself with each drag fell to deaf ears, but suddenly you got a little more intimate and out popped a few kids-- and he'd stopped. of course, those were enough to pacify you; he made your resolve weak, like the sweet wobbly jello you indulged your daughter to as you watched your husband work out a crossword puzzle with your son. sometimes, you have to remind him sternly not to curse in front of his kids. but when he reminds you of the vehement stream of swears that always left you when you had to change less-than-pleasant diapers in your earlier parenting years, he’ll chuckle at the flush on your face, because you seem to elicit a lot of those from him. he’ll smile, because he’s finally found something worth the effort. and he'll run a hand through your hair and press a kiss to your forehead because you've made him capable of caring (and he knows how to distract you). sometimes, though, he thinks he's a little too soft on their pleading looks and puppy eyes on the nights when lightning streaks across the sky in frightening arcs, claps of thunder rumbling across the dark clouds when the streets of tokyo are enveloped in curtains of rain showers, when one (or both) of your beloved kids peeks their head from the doorway, a little 'can i sleep with you guys?' escaping as a timid peep. he watches in a sleepy sort of amusement as you nod, one hand lazily curling around your waist to keep you close to his side as he rests his chin on your shoulder. and it's your turn to stifle your amusement when a small, quiet mumble of protest leaves his mouth as your kid sidles into the covers between the two of you, effectively splitting you from your husband. if he was impatient, you know he'd have half the mind to pick them up and plop them at the edge of the bed to have you all to himself, but on most nights he'll just observe in quiet affection when you scoop up your son or daughter in your arms, cradling them to your chest and playing with that head of soft hair, humming gently in a way that makes his heart melt at the edges

sometimes, when 'uncle' denji and 'auntie' power are over, they'll poke fun at him in their usual, disrespectful and chaotic manner, because it doesn't take a pair of keen eyes to see the way he looks at you like you've hung the very constellations in the sky; like the stellar designs in the firmament were all carefully crafted by your hand. he's no overdone zodiac freak, but he dares to say the stars aligned the night he was finally able to call you his and only his. denji and power get along incredibly well with his kids; it almost makes him jealous. like you, his resolve is incredibly easy to weaken with the right expression and the right words; your kids must've picked up a few tricks from your book, because they know exactly how to play him into the palm of their tiny little hands. denji and power spoil them to no end; the wonder duo indulge the kids through games of tag and roughhousing, treating them to a wide array of candy and sweets that guarantee a doctor's visit the following week. he swears the pinch between his eyes you worked so hard to eliminate returns little by little when he watches them run around the place he used to call his safe haven, leaving a trail of absolute destruction and havoc in the form of torn magazines, splintered puzzle pieces, apple sauce sludge, tiny lego blocks (that leave a lifetime of pain), and pairs of his socks. it only gets worse when they learn how to negotiate; he makes a mental note to blame denji and power, because there's no way in hell your children figured out how to bargain from you or him. whines of "aww, but uncle denji lets me take the toys outside, dad!" and "buy me that neko charm, or else i'll tell mom you knocked over her plant pot yesterday!" (which, for the record, isn't true. that was 'auntie' power.) that being said, it's a given family outings are narrowly avoided disasters; as the kids grow, aki swears he'll have to start keeping them on a leash, or they might end up accidentally shoplifting your local 7/11's supply of sour gummy cubes, or have fed daffodil seeds to each stray cat on your condo's street under one blink of a weary eye. at the end of the day, he always caves with an exasperated sigh and an irritated 'fine. but don't tell your mom, okay?'. after all, he's always been a sucker for you; who's to say he's not the same with your kids?

unserious hcs... :3

def the type of dad to mutter 'no she didn't' or 'they probably deserved it' under his breath when ur daughter's school principal calls u both in to tell u she stuck her chewed melon gum in three different girls' hair that day

unreasonably competitive w his children. god knows why

yells at ur kids a lot and starts pouting like the grown ass man he is when u scold him for it ("sorry, love. i got used to it. power and denji were a hell of a handful.")

tucks them both in n denies it with everything in him when u ask if he likes making them beg for goodnight smooches

tells them to fuck off (in childrenspeak) when its ur marriage anni / date night

when they were rlly young, u guys used to all do family showers and or baths together but then water would get everywhere and the rubber duck would be fought over n bathbombs would overflow and the kids would get mad at each other so u dont do that anymore...

an absolute goof and doesnt know what the hell hes doing at first... one time ur son was choking on a cherry pit and he didnt know what to do so he just. shook him. by some miracle it worked (if it was denji or power he wouldve js smacked their back unnecessarily aggressively)

unrolls his cigarettes and makes origami shapes out of them; once ur daughter got her ears pierced he made a pair of crane earrings for her from the paper (clean ofc. i hope)

thoroughly enjoys forcing himself into mother daughter nights and he grumbles but secretly loves when ur daughter practices makeup on him or braids his hair

hopes and prays like an idiot that his kids see him as a cool epic devil hunter awesome sauce dad and not a silly pathetic failwife househusband (that's only for u to think)

stitches up any clothing, pillow cases or stuffed animals that r falling apart, also makes sure that no color bleeds when washing clothes and that nothing shrinks cus he does all the laundry for evryone

helps u make a family photo scrapbook and tape polaroids to ur fridge. lets the kids cut out patterns and shapes (his fav r the nutrition facts for some weird reason) from their juiceboxes and kids' magazines to put in the scrapbook

whenvr ur napping he always tells them to shut up. or he just forces them to nap too so he can be lazy and crawl into bed w u

a very good dad !!

hes such a loser oh no.. i should've just used the unserious hcs for the entire thing. i rambled im sorry it will happen again. i love himr

my (riaki) stuff. don't repost and/or plagiarize !

[cheerstotheelites-if]

MC x Ophelia fluff (deep in a relationship): “You are more than you think of yourself. You’re everything to me.”

Unknowing reassurance in moments of insecurity

~•~•~

Honey, I love you, that's all she wrote,

Oh, Ophelia,

You've been on my mind girl like a drug,

Oh, Ophelia,

Heaven help a fool who falls in love.

- Ophelia, Lumineers

~•~•~

Ophelia would often find herself looking at the reflection of her mirror, wondering.

Vibrant blue eyes trace her face, memorizing whatever detail that looks wrong. She smiles, it being crooked and teethy as it always has been. A frown quickly replace it, disipating it from her view.

Gods, that smile is disgusting.

A question keeps popping up in Ophelia's brain no matter how hard she tries to shake it off.

Why her?

Why choose her out of the other [better] people out there?

It makes her brain scramble in wonder, and wander it went to the deep end until she had an anxiety attack hours before a date. She knows you love her truly, but that little devil in her mind can't help but be wary—worried that you'll leave her in the ditch.

Her eyes land on her feet, staring at the scars that litter it. The longer she stares, she swears the scars grow longer—striping her feet like the zigzags of a zebra's. She looks away before it could envelope her feet in scar tissue. Eyes land back on the lone reflection in the mirror that stands in the copy of her room.

There Ophelia stands, tall and hunched in an attempt to look smaller, hands fidgeting the hems of her grandpa sweater. Toes curling and uncurling like a cat's against the carpeted floor. Her eyes didn't manage to make contact with herself, gaze now somewhere else. Bottom lip bitten down until thoroughly stinging and swollen.

What are you doing, standing like an idiot?

I'm wondering why MC loves me.

MC loves you, you know that. It would be cruel of you to doubt them.

Do they really love me though? Maybe they're dared to.

No, don't say that. You know that's not true.

Yeah, but what if I—

Ophelia jumps in surprise when her phone suddenly lets out a beep. Turning to look at her bed, her phone's screen flashes her lock screen for a moment before turning back into the dark void. With a sigh, Ophelia makes her way over and turns her phone on.

A text message.

She checks the sender.

MC.

Immediately she scrambles to open the text message:

Hey, Ophelia!

Coming at you with your daily dose of love! 😊

You are more than you think of yourself.

You're everything to me. ❤

A laugh gets choked out of her, in disbelief at the timing of it all. Gods, MC, you are full of surprises. With a crooked smile creeping back on her face, she texts back.

You're my everything too. ^^ <3

[oh-for-fic-sake]

(ok!)

You're Henry's new Little, he's been your Daddy for a couple of weeks and he takes you to a party with other Daddies and Littles.

You were having fun with your fellow Littles, but you start to get jealous, see Henry being nice to other Littles.

"My Daddy!" You bark, crossing your arms and stomping your foot.

Henry freezes, he knows he should be upset with you for being bratty, rude and disobedient, but he finds your jealous possessiveness adorable.

"I am your Daddy, Pumpkin." He smiles at you, cupping your face in his hands. "And no one, but you, will ever my Little Princess." He promises, kissing you softly.

🥺🥺🥺👉👈 okay this would be me soo bad (this is actually a true story of yours truley from primary school)

At first he found it cute and tapped your nose before ushering you to go play.

“no daddy- noo i cant-” you complained but he just tilted his head and rose a brow at you.

“now now dont be like that, you are here to play now go make some freinds or we will go home” he chided quietly trying to tame your impending paddy

“i dont mind lets go!” you quipped giving the other little a glare and cuddle henry tightly dareing them to make a move to your daddy

“if you make us leave early by being naughty you’ll spend the rest of the day writing lines and have an early bed time in your crib” he added pressing a hand to your head. You pouted but gave in and walked over to the others pulling a sour face

“good girl”, just ignor her poppet, daddy loves you” he praised and kissed your head making you preen and play.

you got more and more irritated as this other little girl continued to pester your daddy, asking for juice and to go upstairs to the potty, he had to carry her back into the roomover and over but she still got up and went looking for him.

each time he came in he noticed you were getting more and more upset.

you told her to stop pestering your daddy but she wouldnt instead she stuck her tongue out at you.

you tried to ignore her and be good not wanted to let your daddy down... Or have to write lines... or spankies

“hes gonna want to be my daddy now! Your a bad little he dont even check on you!!” she said nastily kicking the  game a jenga down. she seemed angry the your daddy kept returning her to the play room without a word. 

you ignored her and continued playing a game of jenga building the tower up again to play wit the other littles shaking upset with her words but didnt want to let her see.

after a few moments she gave up leving you alone making you relax

and thats when it happened! you heard screaming and crying and your daddies came in to the room looking for the problem. 

“daddy she bit me!” you looked up confused and saw the nasty girl pointing at you.

henry frowned and came over hands on hips “nugget?” he warned clearly asking what happened.

“no- i didnt she was being mean and told me you want her not me- and and then she kicked my blocks... But i ignored her daddy!” you pleaded watching as the other girl was scopped up in her daddies arms who was eyeing the red bite mark on her arm with a frown.

henry eyed you for a second and turned as the other daddy came over with his screaming little.

“she didnt bite no one we were playing blocks” a little boy backed you up making you nod frantically.

Henry looked over the bite wound and frowned... That wasnt you.

“henry libby says it was definitly y/n...” the other male said slowly but henry shook his head.

“nope not my baby girl”

“how are you so sure?” 

“libby can i have a look at your boo boo?” you froze heart clenching as henry spoke to the other little who sniffled and nodded holding her arm out.

“This wasnt y/n, she had a tooth out two weeks ago at the dentist... this was a full set of teeth.. I have a feeling little miss libby wanted to get my little one in trouble by biteing herself” henry spoke and noted the other man didn’t look convinced released the little girls arm before coming over to you.

you whined and made grabby hands as he came over “come on you up we go, now can you open up and show libby’s daddy your teethy pegs~”

you did as asked tilting your head back showing off the new tooth sized gap in your top row of teeth. libby froze and cried harder throwing herself on her daddy now upset at being caught out.

her daddy scowled at her feeling embarassed by her behaviour and  walked off to another room excusing himself needing to ‘chat’ 

“and with that said i think its snack time!” henry called bouncing you on his hip walking throughto the kitchen.

he didnt let you down once there either getting the feeling you needed a little more cuddling as you tears fell, you’d been upset and felt a little put out all day with the other girls antics, but so well behaved.

“how about a bottle sweet pea?” he offered sitting down with you in his lap and fished a prepared bottole handing it to another daddy who was preparing his own for his little boy.

you perked up nodding, you love bottles because you got to stay cuddled up in your daddies arms.

and the best bit was libby’s face when she was sat on a chair at the table with a plate of snacks and looked at you and henry longingly as he cradled you cooing over you as he fed you.

libby burst into tears again not happy at all as you were snuggled and babied infront of her. she was jealous.

[sparklingchim]

Honestly all i am worried about is the lost time between oc and nabi. The girl is even growing her teeth and her loving mama is not there to witness it😔

next thing u know nabi has grown all her teethies n waddles her way thru life 😪

[geenalovesthelittlethings]

Gee I had a very sad an awful day today (I had a close family member pass away) 🥺 and bonus dad h has become my comfort character 🤍

Could we discuss a scenario where maybe the Missus littlest has lost her first tooth and how excited he is for her and helps her prepare it for the fairy and everything?

I'm so sorry for your loss, angel. 😔 I hope you're doing okay and I'm sending you lots of love.

YES OF COURSE WE CAN. Maybe she's had a wiggly tooth for a solid week now and as badly as she wants it to come out she also won't let her momma or Harry try to wiggle it. BUT everyday Harry tells her how wiggly it looks and how close it is to falling out. Maybe one night he's downstairs finishing clearing up the kitchen and the missus is upstairs with the girls getting them ready for bed and all of the sudden he hears this delighted shriek of, "HARRY! HARRY LOOK!" He leans out of the kitchen to see her running towards him with something fisted in her hand, the missus and her sister not far behind. "Harry, look! Look it! My tooth came out!"

"What?! No way!" He squats down so he's more level with her, a huge, excited grin spreading across his face. "Well, let me see! C'mere!" She carefully uncurls her fingers, revealing a tiny tooth in the center of her palm.

"See? It came out!"

Harry gasps. "Well, it did, didn't it? Did you wiggle it out?"

"No, it came out when I was brushing my teeth," she explains. "But it didn't hurt."

"That's good, I'm glad it didn't hurt. Does it feel better now? Not so funny anymore?"

She nods. "Now, I'm gonna get a grown up tooth," she explains.

"Yeah, now you'll get your grown up tooth. Can I see? Let me see those teethies."

She giggles, smiling big.

"Look at that! You look so cool, babe!" He's beaming at her, and leans in to kiss her cheek.

AND PLEASE HIM HELPING HER GET IT ALL READY. Helping her delicately wrap it in a tissue. "Now it'll be nice and safe for when the tooth fairy comes," he explains, holding her pillow so she can tuck it underneath.