#time for daddy dearest

[arcxnumvitae]

Part 1

Yes, this was the door. He could feel the aura of his seed emanating from just beyond. A child he'd had no clue existed, until its aura suddenly appeared one day and stayed. He had an inkling as to the reason why, but to confirm it...

A fist rapped at the door and keen hearing picked up a shuffling of noise. Light footsteps, barely louder than a brush air, approached and the door to the apartment opened.

"Yes?" A dour-faced person with brilliant red hair stood in the doorway, and the scent of glamour hung in the air.

A fae? The puzzle pieces were beginning to fall into place. He could see the other's confusion at finding a demon on his (was this home his?) doorstep, but the aura that radiated from him was undoubtedly that of his seed's.

He smiled, "What a surprise this is about to be for you!"

[wild0moon]

i bring you: my casual clothes tankman design (and steve too) i am so normal about found family tankdad

happy pride month lol

[maegalkarven]

As much as I love companions supporting and encouraging Durge to defy Bhaal by reminding them of other Bhaalspawns who did that, I don't think companions truly get (and Durge can't explain to them due to a hole in their head) what Durge is not just any Bhaalspawn.

They are The Bhaalspawn, the last of their kind, the ONLY one of their kind.

Unlike other Bhaalspawn, Durge doesn't have a mortal mother, they don't have any other blood in them to dilute Bhaal's.

Durge is made of nothing but Bhaal and this is why it's so hard for them to resist him.

[living-lucid-dream]

Blind Pico AU, anyone?

Fun fact: the first time I played FNF, I thought Pico was supposed to be blind. After all, he was the only character in the original release of the game who had blank eyes. Of course it didn't take long before I learned why his eyes were drawn that way and I felt like a doofus over the misunderstanding...but the idea stubbornly lingered in my head, growing into a real monster of an AU. And now that AU refuses to stay caged up in the confines of my head like a good little (bad) idea, so allow me to present to you:

The Blind Pico AU

Set after the events of Weekend 1, the AU primarily focuses on Pico as he heals and attempts to uncover the culprits behind a brutal assault that left him blind. Also featuring:

Boyfriend's meteoric rise to fame!

The RGB polycule!

Lots of HURT (with plenty of COMFORT!)

Red herrings galore!

If any of this sounds like your cuppa, take a peek under the "Read More" because this post is going to be LONG

The action starts at the kickoff concert for Mommy Mearest's new tour. Girlfriend has sneaked Boyfriend backstage and the two are milling around, enjoying the excitement when Pico (who is working security with Nene and Darnell) finds them. He tells them that Daddy Dearest sent him to tell Boyfriend to scram. Boyfriend asks if Pico is going to kick him out and Pico says, "No. He just sent me to tell you to leave, so as far as I'm concerned, my job is done."

Boyfriend says he and Girlfriend have something important they need to tell Pico--but before he is able to say anything more, the event manager walks by and he is IRATE. As it turns out, the opening act for Mearest has just backed out, and Mearest is refusing to perform without an opener.

Girlfriend pipes up, saying Boyfriend can be the opening act. The event manager is skeptical at first, but one of his assistants recognizes Boyfriend as "that dude who ROASTED Dearest a couple of months ago" and insists that "this guy is legit!" With no other options, the manager reluctantly agrees to have Boyfriend fill in.

Boyfriend and Girlfriend are totally ecstatic and are about to rush off to prepare when Pico reminds them that they were going to tell him "something important." Girlfriend says it's something that shouldn't be rushed and that they'll tell him at the after-party. Boyfriend ends up being a smash hit and the event goes without a hitch.

After the concert, Pico reports to Dearest to get the pay for himself, Darnell, and Nene...but Dearest refuses to pay up. When Pico demands to know why, Dearest responds that his wife is utterly PISSED that Boyfriend was her opening act and that that would never have happened if Pico had done his job properly. Pico tries to argue that Mearest wouldn't have had an opening act at all if Boyfriend hadn't been there, but Dearest isn't having it. He sends Pico on his way with a threat that he will report Pico & friends' more unsavory services to the police is Pico keeps hassling him.

Pico returns to Darnell and Nene to find them talking about how Cyril (Cyclops from Pico's School) has just been released from prison. They are debating whether they should "pay him a little visit" or leave him be when they realize that Pico has returned empty-handed.

Predictably, they are furious with Pico when he admits that his refusal to kick Boyfriend out is the reason they won't be getting paid. After a brief shouting match, they storm off, leaving Pico alone backstage with a few straggling stage hands who are passing around beers and packing away equipment.

One of the stagehands, having seen the argument, offers Pico a beer, which Pico accepts.

At the after-party, the atmosphere is wild. The Dearests have bought out a super-exclusive club for the remainder of the night and the music is loud, the dance floor is packed, and drinks (and other, less-legal indulgences) are flowing free. Boyfriend and Girlfriend spend most of the evening trying to find Pico--to no avail. After several hours, they finally conclude that he must have gone home, as clubbing isn't really his thing.

Around 3 am, the party is beginning to wind down. Since it's so late, Girlfriend insists that Dearest let Boyfriend ride home with them and spend the night ("On the couch, of course, Daddy!") Dearest Does Not Like this suggestion, but ultimately relents, as he is exhausted and doesn't feel like having BOTH of the women in his life angry with him.

The next morning, Dearest gets a call from the studio that manages Mearest. They want Boyfriend to open for Mearest on ALL of her Philidelphia concerts and are interested in having him record a single (and possibly a full album)--but they don't know how to reach him. Dearest is horrified by this turn of events, but thinking quickly, he tells them that he is acting as Boyfriend's agent and that he'll work something out.

As he's ending the call, he catches Boyfriend and Girlfriend trying to sneak past him to go out for the day together. He stops them to tell Boyfriend the good news and tells Boyfriend he's willing to be his agent (for a cut of Boyfriend's earnings, of course). Dearest makes this sound like quite the favor, insisting that he "knows all the ins and outs" of the music industry and that he knows how to make sure nobody takes advantage of Boyfriend's talent. Boyfriend and Girlfriend are both insanely excited by this turn of events and Boyfriend agrees to Dearest's terms on the spot.

As they are about to leave the house, Boyfriend's phone rings. The screen says the call is from Pico--but the person on the other end of the line is not Pico. It's a medical physician's assistant (PA) from the hospital.

The PA explains that they have a John Doe who was brought in the previous night with this cell phone on his person. Seeing Boyfriend in the contact list, they assumed he was the patient's significant other. Boyfriend doesn't bother to correct them--he's too shocked. He asks the PA what happened and if Pico is alright. The PA asks if he can come to the hospital to make a positive identification before they divulge any more information.

Boyfriend and Girlfriend rush to the hospital and are greeted by the same PA who called Boyfriend. She takes them to Pico's room in the ICU and they are shocked by how horrible he looks: he is unconscious, with one arm in a cast, a tube in his chest, ANOTHER tube down his throat, and his eyes covered with bandages.

They tell the PA who Pico is and demand to know what happened to him. The PA asks if Pico has any family they need to contact. Boyfriend tells her no (Pico's mom is dead and he and his dad are estranged). The PA asks if Boyfriend will be Pico's contact person, at least until Pico is able make his own decisions again. Boyfriend agrees and the PA tells him everything they know:

Pico was found unconscious early in the morning. He'd been drugged, restrained, and beaten, ending up with a laundry list of serious injuries including broken ribs, a partially collapsed lung, a broken arm, and severe internal bleeding. He'd also had something (they aren't sure what, but they think it was drain cleaner) poured into his eyes, resulting in serious chemical burns.

Girlfriend and Boyfriend are aghast and ask the PA if Pico is going to be OK. The PA tells him that Pico is stable at the moment, but that he's not out of the woods yet and that he will have a long recovery ahead of him.

Then Girlfriend asks the question Boyfriend can't stand to think about: "Is Pico going to be able to see again?" The PA tells them that with the extent of the damage to his eyes, Pico will likely be blind for the rest of his life...

Next part

Whew. And that is just the setup/background. I'll post the rest if anyone is interested in hearing more (or even if you're not!) Feel free to ask questions--though be advised I might not answer if it spoils the rest of the AU.

[xalatariel]

huai’en 🤝 xie lian:

[psychicthepsychic-daily]

Psychic: Fool me once, I’m gonna kill you.

Void: BWWAAAAAAAAAA! Oh, you hear that? That's the wrong opinion alarm. Psychic: That is not something you actually have installed. Void: Sorry, say again? I couldn't hear you over my alarm that YOU SET OFF with your WRONG-ASS OPINION.

BF: We need to distract these guys. Psychic: Leave it to me. Psychic: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. GF & Pico: *immediately begin arguing*

Void: *gets a text* Oh, it’s Psychic. Hood, excitedly: Did he get me the stuff? Void: Yeah, he says he got you the clown costume, the power drill, and twelve gallons of blood. Hood: Wow! Where’d he find twelve gallons of fake blood? Void: You wanted fake blood? Hood: Hood: I’ll go call Psychic.

Psychic: How is spring not everyone’s favorite season? The trees are PINK, guys! Dearest: Allergies are also a problem, you know. Psychic: But pink. Mearest: And it's hot. Psychic: PINK!

Myth: Oooh, a train! Psychic: We’re in a train station, Myth.

Psychic: Do you ever get pre-annoyed? Like you already know someone is going to piss you off? Hood: What? No, I— BF: *enters room* Psychic: *fists clench*

[sir-subpar]

Curse au

Does bf have a plan for justice?

[lightgriffinsect]

Mearest: Hey, I say we go down there, kick the Andromedas’ door in, and let them know that we’re in town. Dearest: That ain’t the way we do things here. We may have to go in there and run a con, drop a bug, do the smooth talking. Mearest: Okay, you come with me, you do the smooth talking, let’s go. Dearest: No, we can’t just go in there and kick down the Andromedas’ door. We need a plan. Mearest: Well, who makes the plans? Dearest: Psychic. Mearest: Psychic, what's the plan? Psychic: You guys are gonna go down there, kick the Andromedas’ door in, let them know you’re in town.

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[crossover-enthusiast]

HOLY FUCKING SHIT??

[its-ya-girl-phoeni]

Danny's announcement ( @awesomegamer1 + @dragon-install-activate )

"I've come to make an announcement: Downbeat is a bitch-ass motherfucker! He pissed on my fucking wife! that's right, he took his grey fuckin' nonexistent dick out, and he pissed on my fucking wife, and he said his dick was 'THIS big!', so I'm making a callout post on my Twitter.com: 'Downbeat, you've got a small dick! It's the size of this walnut except WAY smaller!' And guess what? Here's what my dong looks like! (mimics explosion sound) That's right, baby! All purple, no grey, no pillows; look at that, it looks like two balls and a bong! He fucked my wife so guess what, I'm gonna FUCK THE EARTH! THAT'S RIGHT THIS IS WHAT YOU GET: MY SUPER LASER P I S S ! Except I'm not gonna piss on the Earth, I'm gonna go higher! I'M PISSING ON THE MOOOOON! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, DOWNBEAT?! I PISSED ON THE MOON, YOU IDIOT! You have 23 hours before the piss drrrrroplets hit the fucking Earth, now get outta my fucking sight before I piss on you, too!"

[dracomeir]

Man, maybe I should just become a Daddy Dearest artist because he's the best one I drew for this six character art meme thing. I'm just looking at him like, "How the fuck did I..."

[hel-phoenyx]

Baldur's Gate III is my ideal game for one main reason : How invested you can get in your own main character, while getting the option of personnalising them completely.

I love being so invested in my durge storyline than when Orin came by and told me she captured Gale, I could FEEL Raynee's unbridled rage and her sudden transformation from girlfailure who tries not to care about anything other than herself to ruthless companion-avenger

Now homegirl is ANGRY and has personal reasons to ruin all of daddys little plans (even though getting her and Orin to duel was one of his plans)

[chuluoyi]

Baby gojo and daddy gojo not wanting to share mama gojo😭✋i-

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 06:20 P.M 」

aww this is so cute of course this is the first i worked on after getting back from my weekend break <3 and actually i have this one similar ask too so i combined yours with theirs! here's some cute blinking gojo in phantom parade and okay now let us have some crack and make gojo suffer

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

“bwah!” a nudge.

“myah!” a shove.

and then—

“waaa!” a… slap (?) on the cheek.

“huh?” satoru winced, touching where the baby’s palm just connected with his face, blinking rapidly. so he wasn’t imagining things. this really was happening in front of his eyes.

and it was the baby—his baby.

your giggles filled the air in response.

“hey, you,” satoru took on a very stern look and an exaggerated frown, glaring at his own son. the baby merely babbled at him innocently, blinking his wide crystal blue eyes that mirrored his. “bad, bad minion. this is a very serious issue. you shouldn’t do that, you hear?”

the serious issue being each time he tried to lean closer to steal a kiss from you, your son always found a way to repel him away with his tiny hands.

you snorted at his righteous tone. “he’s just protecting me. even your kid knows you’re a danger.”

a gasp left your husband’s shiny lips, mockingly in disbelief. “me? a danger? i make your life a heaven on earth!”

“heav—pfft—”

“i give you love, food, my body—” he emphasized, pointing at himself for a dramatic effect, and you threw your head back, dissolving into a fit of laughter even more, “—heck, i even give you this naughty baby!”

“wha—no! that’s team effort!”

“still! and now he is staging an uprising against me?” satoru cheekily eyed his child, who was now clutching the fabric of your blouse, tiny fingers playing with the shiny diamonds of your necklace—a gift from satoru too, actually.

“look at him go,” he grumbled, his eyes following each little movement his son made, then dramatically yelped when the boy pawed at your breasts. “hey! no touching! those are mine!”

“please.” you almost choked on your laugh. your silly husband always had a way to make things sound funnier than they actually were, and that was what made you fall in love with him more each day, really. “the milk is his!”

“he can have the cow’s! and more importantly, it’s thanks to me that you’re so milky—”

“satoru! you’re so uncouth i can’t—!”

“see? you’re laughing so much! this proves enough that i make you happy every day!”

later that night, after you put your baby to sleep in his crib, satoru gently poked his cheek, his expression tender despite his pursed lips. “he is out like a light…”

satoru might whine a lot, but ultimately, you couldn’t miss the look of adoration and fondness that made him the father of your child. even without saying it out loud, you knew that he would willingly put everything aside and sacrifice anything—first of all, himself—if it was meant for his dearest, most precious treasure.

knowing he'd do the same for you only served to melt your heart even more. and you felt full—so full, in fact, with warmth and love and anything that was soft.

you really do love him, don’t you?

“look at him, he’s like a shrimp,” your husband pointed out, still gazing at his baby in wonder as he kept poking and prodding at the chonky rolls of his little arms, and you thought, nothing could have been more precious than this.

“satoru.”

“yeah?” he turned instantly at the sound of his name, but before he could react further—

you stood on your tiptoes and planted a swift smooch on his cheek, putting the overflowing love you held for him in it. “mwah!”

“…?!”

for the next three seconds, satoru malfunctioned. the brush of your sweet lips on his cheek was so innocent that he was rendered speechless. heat steadily gathered on his face, turning him pink despite himself.

“you…” he groaned, collecting himself, a dopey smile was quickly plastered on his face to cover up his setback as you burst into hearty laughter. “now you’ve started it…” and then he latched on you with a glint of a joker, launching a full-blown tickle attack.

“a—ah! why?! satoru! ahahahaha!”

. . .

safe to say, your wheezes effectively awoke your son from his slumber, and as a bit of payback, you left satoru in the dust to deal with the crying baby, both of them whimpering in unison since he had absolutely no clue how to comfort the little one.

[moechies]

:¨ ·.· ¨: ��୧ somno w toji

somno with toji never works :( he’s simply too big, and any part of him inside of you would wake you up in an instant, no matter how deep of a sleeper you are.

you proved this true the one time toji came home later than normal from a weighted job, scruffy and worn. yearning for some love from his dearest, cutest wife, jittery at the thought of your sweet lips against his own, and your soft skin pliant against his.

although worried, you had put yourself to sleep on the couch outside of your guy’s bedroom, a plated meal warmed and covered in a wrap for his hoped upon arrival. upon staggering upon the doorstep, fidgeting the key into the hole to get the lock open, he’s greeted by the soft, warm atmosphere of what hes able to call home.

his eyes set on your pliant body sprawled across the couch, body sunk into the soft pillows beneath you. your snoozy face on display due to you laid on your side, and a little knit blanket limps across your tummy. you’re wearing one of his over-sized shirts with a thin pair of panties, delicate lace and a strung bow that details the rim of it.

although originally admiring your soft body laying so peacefully, he can’t help the way his eyes divert to the sight of your chubby cunt, hugged so snugly by the crotch of your panties.

it’s adorable, honestly.

he makes his way towards you with ill intentions, dropping his belongings as he strides towards you.

soft snores reverberate through your body, paying no mind to the huge man mounting you from the side. he curses himself silently when all he can imagine is a sweet imagine of your is your fucked our face imprinted in his head, cute drooly mouth and crystalline tears painting your cute cheeks. his ears ring with your little mewls and cries of his name, little hand grappling at his much larger bicep trying your best to ask for a kiss.

he feels his cock ache and throb against your warm thigh as his mind surpasses all of these perfect moments, wasting no time before tugging at the silk embellishment of a belt, shimmying off his pants and discarding them on the ground. he hoists your soft leg onto his shoulder, shirt lifting along side it allowing him an open view to your perfect cunt, and your perfect slit. he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

although racked with guilt, head pulsing with anger at his poor self control, he can’t help but replay certain moments in his head; where you’d beg him to use you, conscious or not.

with honeydew tears rolling down your face, desperately holding the man impossibly close, mewling in his ear, ‘use me, use me, use me !” and all you ask in return is a sweet kiss on the lips. he chuckles at the thought, you, who others assume to be such a dear, gentle as a fawn, cute as a doe, the most innocent of all, compared to the version of you only toji knows. he’s utterly blessed.

his mind acts as a record, one that doesn’t stop playing, one which each and every film is of your sweet, sweet self. he’s not long into his fantasy before he finds himself mindlessly humping against your clad pussy, a thick layer of slick beginning to form from the simulation.

he lets out a mere laugh, tugging the crotch aside to be met with the prettiest sight of your worked up cunny. the sheen coat of arousal does nothing but highlight your pearly clit, and milky hole, all ready to take your favorite. your breath has labored, eyes squeezed tight, and cheeks flushed with a light rose, outcries for your dearest lover; ‘toji, toji, daddy— d . . daddy,’

his pride can’t help but swell at cute commentary unconsciously slipping from your lips; to know that even in you’re sleep, you were dreaming of him.

as his hand holds your panties aside, the other tugs his cock out from the confinements of his boxers, dragging the sloppy tip against your slit. he watches the two textures of arousal mix against eachother, his creamier pre blend into your clear slick. he can almost feel himself staring at the mess through heart-shaped lenses, obsessed with how your hole pulses around his mere cock head.

he feels your body twitch against his, leg shivering lightly, as you huff. much as if you had been awake, other than your usual whining and rushing, tugging at his much larger hips to hurry.

he finally lands above your hole, pressing lightly against the wet flesh, assuming he’s being diligent with his movements in order not to wake you. he watches as your soft cunt swallows his pudgy cock head as if it’s a right, fat lips hugging his cock head tight.

his technique doesn’t work too well.

his mere tip sits comfortably inside you when he hears you whimper loudly at his initial movement, eyelashes fluttering as you wake yourself with heavy pants. your leg attempts to retract, but he keeps a easy grip in order to keep you still. your cries grow louder, completely oblivious as to what’s happening around you in your woozy state. you flinch at the scarred hand that lays against the soft skin of your face,

“it’s jus’ me, honey. don’t fret.” toji comforts, smiling at the way your head turns to face his, brows furrowing in confusion.

“o . . owie—“ you react regarding his cock head protruding your cunny from below, “t-toji,” your hand grips at his fingers weakly, slowly adjusting to the ‘foreign’ feeling of his cock.

“mhm.. that’s right, darling girl. y’slept well?” you shake your head quickly, pouting up at the man above you. he tilts his head to the side, anticipating your explanation.

“ ‘s ‘cause you w-weren’t home. m-missed y’so much, toji.” you sniffle, tugging his arm in order to pull him closer.

“oh, poor baby.” he replies solemnly, reaching down to press a loving kiss onto your forehead. you feel him nudge himself deeper, squeaking at the unprepped stretch.

“heh.. missed you so much too, doll. y’know that?” he cups the side of your face, shallow and short thrusts of his cock. more than enough to get him off perfectly. you nod your head rapidly with shut eyes, fists clenched into little balls against your chest at the overwhelming simulation.

“y’r doin’ s’good. ‘s almost over doll, t-then i’ll put ya to sleep.”

“w-wait hnn— m gonna cum !”

he snickers at your meek whines, teasing you slightly,

“already? this pussy’s so sensitive, sweet doll.”

he knows it’s the mixture of you barely conscious, added onto the intense simulation of his cock pounding against your gummy walls over and over, but he loves the little helpless glare you shoot him, silently begging him to let you cum.

“please, please—“

“shh darlin,’ no need to beg. cum, cum f’me, doll.”

and with a couple deep strokes, his cock overwhelmed by the way your cunt pulses and squeezes around him, he cums a potent load into the depths of your womb.

he jets a milky and viscous stream of thick cum into you, seemingly never ending as he slowly rides out his high by lazily humping into your spent cunt.

his eyes can’t help but pace back and forth from your lewd expressions to the creamy mess below, watching his load spread across your chubby folds and dirty the inside of your thighs.

sweet whispers of ‘love you, love you,’ fall from the lips of the man, pressing wet kisses all over your face. you nuzzle against his face, kissing down his jaw, entertaining his needy behavior that you surely wouldn’t see for a while.

[gguk-n]

Daddy Dearest (Oscar Piastri Dad fic)

Summary- Oscar is a girl dad.

There weren't many people who had Oscar wrapped around their little finger, except Amelia Piastri. Almost 2 years old and she could make Oscar dance like a chicken on the drop of a hat.

Oscar had met Amelia's mother and the love of his life, Y/N when they were in high-school. They started dating soon after. The year Oscar was a reserve driver for Alpine; he might not have been busy racing but he was busy with his girlfriend. The whole Alpine-Mclaren fiasco brought us baby Mia. It was a usual Thursday, Y/N had been stressing out about missing her period for the second time this month when she had regular periods since she could remember. A thought passed through her; it had been floating around in her head since last month. What if she was pregnant? Oscar and her had always been safe; but not a single contraceptive was a hundred percent perfect. So, without informing Oscar, she went to the store and bought a few tests. When the first one said positive, she did another and then another. By now Oscar had become aware of his missing girlfriend who was coup-ed up in their bathroom for the past half hour. He was knocking on the door; "babe, is everything okay? You've been in there since you returned" But when no reply came; the knocking became more rapid and worried. "Y/N, are you ok? Please answer. You're stressing me out" he begged. Then the door opened slightly. A tear stained Y/N was peaking her head out. Oscar pushed the door open and hugged her. He was scanning the room as his girlfriend's body shook slightly; that's when he saw it; pregnancy tests. He pulled away to look at her; "Have you been busy taking those pregnancy test?" he asked. "How do you know what they are?" she hiccuped. "I've watched TV growing up" he smiled. She nodded and handed the 3 tests to him. They all read pregnant in bold letters. Oscar was over joyed; "Are we gonna be parents?" he shouted. "You're not angry?" she asked. "Why would I be? I get to have kids with the love of my life. Best thing that could ever happen to me" he stated. For the first time since she got the tests, she smiled. "Aren't we too young though?" she asked. "Yes, but I could take on the world with you by my side" he said kissing her. "You'll be the best dad ever" she told him. "You'll be the best mum ever" he said. The pair stayed in each other's embrace for a long time. Oscar will never admit it but he cried and then went on reddit to research what to do as a first time dad.

Amelia was born the next year when Oscar was busy racing. He wasn't able to be there for the birth of his daughter; he might have called his mother and cried about being a shitty dad from the get-go. But his father later consoled him and told him it would be fine. Oscar flew out the first chance he got to be with his girlfriend who was being taken care of by both their parents. The first time he held Amelia, he had started crying as soon as she opened her big brown eyes and looked at him. She was an exact copy of him when he was a baby, at least that's what his mother said. Y/N had to console him instead of the baby. He was sat there with his arms wrapped around Y/N who held their daughter for a really long time. Y/N had fallen in love with the name Amelia after watching the Princess Diaries growing up and Oscar wasn't about to argue with Y/N about naming their daughter after the Queen of Genovia. That's how she was named "Amelia Opal Piastri"

Oscar kept them hidden from the world after they had mutually decided not to tell anyone except their close friends and family which some how, had now included Lando Norris, much to Oscar's dismay since his daughter from the moment she could speak called Lando her twin; Oscar hated it, he was just dad or daddy when she wanted something but Lando was her best friend and twin. Lando took great joy in having to be able to steal Amelia away. Lando was helping Oscar move since he'd been staying in Monaco longer and moving with a kid wasn't easy. Mia was being very difficult today until she saw her Uncle Lando and jumped out of Oscar's arms running to Lando. "Lan, I mwiss you" she pouted raising her hands as if to signal him to carry her. Lando quickly scooped her in his arms, kissing her cheeks which elicited giggles. She wrapped her arms around Lando's neck and turned to her dad sticking her tongue out making Oscar pout. "Come here, you're my princess" he whined. "NO. I wan Lan" she said and hugged him tighter as Oscar tried to pull her away. "Oscar, behave. We have a lot of work to do. If Lando can watch over her while we unpack, that'll be great." Y/N said kissing her daughter's cheek and giving Lando a hug. Reluctantly Oscar agreed to let Lando play with her while he got the house unpacked.

While the two unpacked, Lando kept their little princess entertained. "Lan, do you vroom vroom fast?" she asked playing with the race cars she had. "Yeah" he nodded. "my daddy, vroom vroom" she paused for a moment to think, "fast more, win, wohooo" she said jumping up when the Oscar car she was playing with won and Lando's car came in second. Obviously, Mia was growing up watching racing; her dad was a F1 racer. Lando laughed when she jumped up; "Uncle Lando won many races too" he said. "My daddy win 2 races" she said looking at her fingers, counting them and holding up 2. She looked proud of herself for holding the correct number of fingers, Lando was proud too.

All that playing had tired her out; she was now laying on Lando's chest mumbling gibberish about how Leo could fly while he patted her to sleep. Oscar came back to find his daughter peacefully asleep. "I hate that she likes you more than me" Oscar stated watching the two. "Who said that?" Lando tried to control his laugh. "You can see right now" Oscar pointed out. "Mate, she loves you so much. All we talked about was how her daddy is so fast and has won 2 races." he added. Oscar smiled, "I'll put her in her room, we just got done with that" he said slowly taking her to her bed.

The house would take a few more months before they would be able to be done completely. Mia was already enjoying her play dates with Leo and Roscoe. Alex and Leo would be over a few times a week since Mia would pester Alex to come over with Leo. Leo loved Mia so much, the two would always be seen rolling around on the floor or running after each other. They never seem to tire out until they did and then they would be cuddling each other in their sleep on the couch. Roscoe was an older dog and he had seen quite a few children, he kept Mia more tame if that was possible. He would look out for her and protect her from harms way. He was very protective of her; it was very adorable to watch.

During the break, Oscar was spending the 3 weeks with his family. Y/N had been taking the bulk of parenting their 2 year old which did make Oscar feel guilty and he would try to give her as much me time when he was around as possible. "It's time for a daddy-daughter date" Oscar cooed at Mia as he carried her to get dressed. "What does my princess wanna eat today?" he asked plopping her on the changing table. "I want dino and fries and juice and white icey and tuddles" she cheered. She couldn't say Vanilla ice cream yet so it was white icey and cuddles were tuddles which Oscar hoped she wouldn't out grow. Oscar changed her into a pink tutu on her request. The two of them sat on the sofa watching Bluey with their dino nuggets, fries and a juice. Once she was done eating, half the fries were in Oscar's mouth but who was counting; he got out the ice cream and this was the one food item she would not share with anyone. The latest episode they were watching finished up and Mia was cuddling her dad. Oscar rubbed circles on her back to help her fall asleep; "I love you my angel" Oscar whispered kissing her head. "I wuv you my daddy" she whispered kissing his chest. She had seen her mum do this a few times and Oscar's heart swelled up watching her imitate her mum.

Oscar and Y/N were busy setting up another room in their house when Mia found Oscar's phone unlocked. No one knew how she got onto Instagram but she did and ended up taking a picture of her face and posting it as a story. Within minutes Oscar and Y/N's phones were blowing up. Y/N saw messages from her friends and family to check Oscar's story; Oscar had already seen what his daughter did. The next race was gonna be so fun trying to explain who that was.

The driver's group chat was going crazy, they couldn't stop laughing about how Mia posted herself. The other drivers joked that she was sick of not being able to attend races so she decided to hard launch herself. McLaren's PR team was making a story up which Oscar shut down quickly. He had been dating Y/N for a long time and had a family with her, he wasn't about spin some shitty tale about it being someone else's daughter. This was the final push that Oscar needed to strike the iron when it was hot. Oscar would propose now; the ring he had bought was burning a hole in his pants for a while now.

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oscarpiastri To a lifetime of forever with the loves of my life💍🧑‍🧑‍🧒

landonorris Mia is so cute in all the pictures, I'm stealing her👀👀 oscarpiastri landonorris NO YOU CAN'T HAVE HER😤😤 alexandrasaintmleux next Leo-Mia playdate when??🥹❤️ y/n.y/l/n alexandrasaintmleux Mia says tomorrow❤️❤️ logansargeant my fav Piastri is growing up so fast😭 Liked by the author mclaren such a beautiful family🧡 y/n.y/l/n mclaren I remember you trying to break it up 😐😐 mclaren y/n.y/l/n I was following orders, I didn't wanna do it🥲🥲 user1 too many things, I can't process it🤯 user2 he has a girlfriend, a daughter and got engaged all in one post🤯😭 user3🤯🤯🤯🤯 user4 Congratulations Oscar!!🧡🧡🧡 lewishamilton Congratulations you two!! ❤️❤️Mia said Roscoe is the ring bearer Liked by y/n.y/l/n charles_leclerc my beautiful granddaughter😭 user5 the Leclerc family is expanding at an alarming rate😱😱 user6 user5 does that make Leo her uncle??🤔 user7 What's her name?? user8 Mia is the cutest name for the cutest baby😍😍 user9 can't wait to watch her become a formula one driver😪 user10 only known her 2 days but if anything happens to her, I’ll kill everyone and then myself user11 the last picture🤤🤤 we might be getting baby no. 2🤭🤣

[monicahar]

“my wife.”

how they address you. why does it make your heart skip a beat each time?

characters; neuvillette, wriothesley

—female pronouns obvi, aaaa this is so random😭 fluff, tad bit of crack, has suggestive themes/dirty jokes cause that's my humor in general, just tryna get into writing again heehaa don't mind me ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ

NEUVILETTE always accompanies the term with unmatched affection. it rolls off his tongue perfectly like a match made in heaven, coupled with the serene image of you instantaneously appearing in his mind before he even thinks of the uttering the endearing term. he still finds it surreal that you are both even lawfully married, yet the way he calls you his wife is already on instinct. is it too presumptuous of him?

well, in the end, he can't find any means to worry about it when you seem to equally adore the nickname.

“ooohh, say it again, say it again!”

he can't tell whether he married a child or not, but he still obliges your request and calls you his wife affectionately once more.

meanwhile, furina nearly gags everytime she hears him say it so softly—like using any other tone when referring to you would land him in the hands of the fortress of meropide. sure—she might've been the one who set up both of you—but the drama and thrill akin to watching a romance film has delightfully ended, and she can only meddle so much in marital matters. the iudex just might actually have her head in a platter if she were to do anything mischievous at that point.

but while a happy neuvillette is running around announcing 'my wife' this and 'my wife' that, you are currently stuck on what to call him in return, sadly enough.

“at this point, i think i'm just going to call you daddy.”

it was unfortunate with the way he choked on some of the water he was drinking—well, thank goodness he didn't spill much as before. for this wasn't the first time you said something unprompted while he was in peace with his water—he can only internally sigh.

“and what exactly has influenced you to arrive at such a conclusion, my wife?” he does not miss the tiny shudder of your body that followed the endearment. your face burns a tad bit at that, and he softly chuckles.

“your effect on me is no joke, you know?” you pout at his amused smile, “the way you refer to me so sweetly makes me want to call you my dearest husband everytime.”

“i don't recall voicing any complaints. is something else holding you back from doing so?”

you nod solemnly in agreement at that, which prompts him to raise a brow in mild curiousity.

“thing is, i really like calling you by your first name. same with monsieur neuvilette. there's something mildly erotic within it—you get what i mean, hehehe...” he only stares at you, clearly unimpressed, and a bit concerned at the implication. you clear your throat, apologizing under your breath.

“still—it's such a devastating predicament to be unable to choose between the three.” you sigh defeatedly, moving to slump your entire weight on his lap. you mutter, “my dearest husband monsieur neuvillette...mmm, no, that's too long.”

chuckling at your dramatic antics, he plants a soothing hand on your waist, the other fixing your wrinkled clothing as you practically melt against his hold. “and you thought settling on daddy was the appropriate option?”

“i'm not hearing any objections.” you jest, feeling cheeky.

“please refrain from calling me such a thing in the eyes of the public atleast.”

“...huh? you're actually allowing it??”

WRIOTHESLEY on the other hand, says it as if he's flaunting. it leaves his lips like a taunt each time, indirectly telling the other party 'i have a hot wife and you dont' even though most of the time the people he mentions you to don't even know what you actually look like. it's silly, childish even, but you still love it nonetheless.

sigewinne and the other inmates have collectively told you that ever since you got married, he has never uttered your actual name to anyone else. some find it weird, some find it somehow disrespectful, and some are now convinced he's crazily obsessed with you, and now he's showing it off every chance he gets, much to everyone's dismay.

it's arrived to the point where a small percentage of people have actually forgotten about your name, and now refer to you as the duke's wife, or even duchess, to which you made a face at. that's kind of pushing it by then.

anywho, in the end, it's funny and endearing, maybe even makes you a bit giddy, but there is no way you're telling him that. the situation might escalate even more if possible.

“you know, my wife is very mean to me today.”

as a pair of strong yet gentle arms wrap around your waist, you resist the growing smile on your face, deciding to mess with your husband for a bit.

“is that so?” you continue your chores without a care in the world. he huffs.

“mhm. she won't look me in the eye the whole day, even though she seemed sooo happy last night.” face instantly burning, you hiss as you slap his arm in a fit of embarrassment, pulling a hearty chuckle from the man behind you.

“—and now she's hitting me as well. i can't believe this.” you both know very well he was not fazed in the slightest bit.

“if her husband wasn't such a pervert then maybe—”

his facade cracks as he forces out an awkward laugh, “hey now, baby, you know i'm nothing like that.”

“wriothesley.”

he clears his throat awkwardly, “okay, maybe a little. it's exclusive for you though! my wife doesn't have to be so mean about it, you're making me reallyyy sad here, y'know?”

there it is again, you think. that nickname. that damned word that makes you want to turn around and smash your lips against his and—wait, hold yourself together! don't forget the reason you're being cold to him!

“you deserve to feel remorse. i've been struggling to even move the whole day because of you.”

you go rigid.

you didn't mean for that to come out so bitter...oh no.

“oh. so that's what this is about.” you don't even have to turn around to know that there's a smug look on his stupidly handsome face, his grip on your waist turning into soothing circles as he presses a kiss to your neck.

“if my wife wanted a massage, she could've just said so.” it's husky when it leaves his mouth, leaving you to shiver with the chills he enunciates.

flustered, you completely disregard the way your knees buckle at the endearment laced with that low voice of his, hitting his arm once more, earning a tiny 'ouch' from him.

“pervert. i want rest, not another round!”

“heh, i didn't say anything about another round, my perverted wife.”

“you—” you are abrupt cut off as you yelp in surprise when your feet are raised off the ground, your face now much closer to your husband's as he carries you gently in his arms.

“shhh, just let me take you to bed. if my wife was feeling terrible the whole day, she should've just told me in the first place so she could stay in, don't you think?”

he's right, but you're still angry. “shut up.”

“just letting you know i'm not completely at fault, wife.” you attempt to ignore the furious beating of your heart, face burning at his smug expression. “i'm not the only one who wanted it.”

hsr version...? if i feel like it...🤔🤔