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kettlefire · 6 months
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Booo-merang Trouble DP x DC Idea
Okay but leeching off the idea that Jason gives off an ecto-signature, and I probably saw a post about this somewhere. I just for the love of me can't find it. If anyone knows it, please link it so I can credit!:
Jason isn't even on patrol, he's visiting the manor. His chilling, eating away at lunch. He doesn't come to the manor often, but he always needs a dose of his crazy family every once in a while. There's no way he'd stay away from Alred's cookies for long.
Then boom, something shatters the window behind him. On instinct, Jason moves. Taking cover and trying to get a sight of the situation. Of the perceived attack. However, before Jason could do much a heavy object rams into his chest before landing on the ground before him. It doesn't really hurt, nothing compared to his prior injuries.
A boomerang. A glowing green and silver boomerang laid on the ground before him. Jason's a million and one ways confused as he stared at the device. His hands carefully picking it up, and looking over the softly beeping device.
Jason thinks maybe it's a bomb, but something in his gut says otherwise. He can think of a million different things it could be. Maybe one of the rogues got a hold of their DNA, and it tracked them. Maybe it's going to expel a gas any moment, an attack on the Waynes rather than their vigilante personas.
Except it's none of that. The beeping stops and suddenly a robotic voice sounds from the boomerang.
"Ghost located, prepare for your end ghoul."
Jason tenses once again at the clear threat in those words. His gaze scans around the kitchen, still crouched behind the kitchen counter. Except nothing happens.
Except for a voice ringing out from the boomerang once again. This time, this time it's not a robot. It's a clear record of a young woman speaking. Her voice filled with fear, concern, and urgency.
"Okay, this should work right? You know what, that doesn't matter. No one but you should have a signature. Beside's Tucker thinks he set this up to go to you only. So Danny, you should be hearing this..."
Jason only finds himself more confused. The urgency in this girl's voice was enough to keep his nerves on edge. It sounded important, but Jason had no clue who these people are. Who these names could be refering to.
"Danny... Things here aren't doing to good. Look, I know why you left. You have every reason to. What mom and dad did... It's unforgivable and I don't expect you to come back. But, thing is..."
There's a lull in the recording. The distant sound of soft chatting. If Jason strained his ears, he could somewhat pick of the sound of another woman and man.
"Everyone thinks Phantom is dead. Which I would think is a good thing, but it's not. Danny, the GIW is on a rampage now that you aren't here. Mom and dad are on their side..."
Jason made the conclusion that the speaker was this Danny's sister. The message was intended for him, yet it somehow landed in Jason's lap.
"They have everyone locked up in the school... Radars to see if anyone has a signature, and if they do... They separate them from everyone else."
Jason's brows furrowed, finally pulling himself to a stand. He placed the boomerang on the kitchen counter. Leaning forward as he took in the words.
"We don't know what they are doing. Sam, Tucker, and Valerie... We're all hiding. We'll have the highest signatures, and... Listen Danny..."
Jason had a growing pit in his gut. He knew something wasn't right. These people were in danger. It didn't matter he didn't know about what, or who the GIW was, but these people needed help.
"... We need you. We need Phantom, baby bro. I'm sorry, I know you're still recovering. We can handle things here, but please. Please tell me you're still alive, you're in Gotham right? Tell me you're safe, and you're healing and still kicking Danny."
Jason swallowed, placing his hands flat on the kitchen counter. He needed to get this down to the cave. Have the computer tracked where it came from. But Jason couldn't move, not at the sound of pure desperation in this woman's voice.
"I just need to know you at least made it out of this nightmare. I don't care how you do it, just please let me know things are okay... They have... They have Vlad, Danny. Things are complicated, and I hate to put this on you... But Amity needs Phantom..."
The recorded suddenly broke into static, but Jason thinks he got enough of what he needed. Amity. The place these people were was called Amity. It gave him a lead, something for them to work with.
"Da... We... Help... They..."
Jason could hear the woman's voice breaking through the static. He gripped the boomerang, turning on his heels and heading towards the cave.
"Sam... Mom... Tech... I..."
Every broken word only fueled Jason's own urgency. Jason felt a strange urge, a connection. Something that told him he had to help. They needed to help. The boomerang found him, and that had to mean something.
"... I love you, Danny..."
Those four words were the clearest compared to rhe rest of it. It made Jason's heart seize, and he took a breath. He was going to help.
It didn't matter if Jason didn't know these people. If they weren't from Gotham. This was important, and something told Jason he needed to find this Danny.
Danny would be the only one that would know that to do. If Jason manages to rewind the recording, he was certain Bruce would be equally on board.
That voice, the emotions that dripped from it. It gave the sense that this wasn't just life or death. This was a world ending problem.
And Jason would be damned if he ignored it.
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aft3rhrs · 3 months
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— game over ღ
pairing: yoongi x reader
genre: exes to lovers
warnings: yandere, mentions of blood and murder, kidnapping, restraints, corruption, manipulation, obsession, angst, implied imprisonment, dub con, praise, degradation, dirty talk, hints of fear kink, spanking (like once), rough sex, creampie, implied multiple orgasms
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The floor creaked quietly under a pair of heavy boots. You kept your eyes on them as he moved towards you, too stubborn to look up, and too frightened not to tremble.
"Oh, sweetheart," Yoongi cooed, crouching down in front of the bed. "I'm so sorry it took so long. Can't have the cops tracing my steps, can I?"
His fingers felt cool as he grasped your chin, and yet they did nothing to soothe the heat blooming through you. He smelled like snow, his cheeks rosy from the unforgiving bite of winter air.
Tilting your head, he kissed your taped mouth with utmost tenderness, like he wanted to leave a love note on the silver.
"Cold?" He murmured, noting the chills that erupted down your arms, his fingertip tracing their journey to your elbow.
In the golden glow of candlelight, with nothing but the pearly tape adorning your body, somehow, you weren't cold. Only uncomfortable, left sitting in the same position for what seemed like hours — knees bound to your chest, wrists tied together — though that was certainly the least of your problems.
"I'll untape your mouth now. Don't scream."
You shut your eyes as he reached upwards. A quick rip followed, the sting making you wince.
"Sorry," Yoongi soothed, stroking your hair, "Sorry, baby."
You didn't scream. It was pointless. He drove a long time to get here, civilization outside the tinted windows dwindling mile after mile. You had no doubt there was nowhere you could go, no one to hear your pleads for help. You'd sooner freeze to death trudging your way through the snow.
The arrogant smile playing on Yoongi's lips was infuriating. He looked like he could devour you, a cat that has finally caught its mouse.
"Good girl," he praised lowly, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger.
Your stomach flipped.
"Let me go."
It came out as a whisper.
His eyebrows raised, head cocking to the side. Probably not the smartest thing to come out of your mouth, but what else were you supposed to do? Accept your fate as his little pet?
Yoongi released the soft strand, as if he got burned.
"I've been locked up for half a year... And this is how my girl greets me?"
His girl.
Why was he doing this to you? You barely dated for a few months before he chopped up two men who have been bold enough to bother you. Parts of their bodies were still in the process of being found all over the south of Seoul.
Were you going to end up the same?
You swallowed the knot in your throat, willing your heart to stop pounding. No words came, your thoughts too frantic to make sense of.
Yoongi clicked his tongue.
"The usual bratty attitude I can handle. But silent treatment? I can't fucking stand it. Your stupid little friends had enough time to convince you I wasn't good for you, huh?"
"You did that yourself!" you suddenly shouted, eyes brimming with tears. They spilled over, dripping down your collarbone. "You killed people, kidnapped me like some fucking lunatic!"
Yoongi stared at you as you sniffled. Once the dam broke, the fear broke loose too, pouring all over your lungs, making it hard to breathe. Panic started setting in. You had no idea if your outburst was going to be punished, even though in the short time that you knew Yoongi, he had never caused you any harm.
If you ever knew him at all.
He narrowed his eyes. You hated the vulnerable position he forced you into, hated how his gaze felt like a phantom touch.
"I didn't kill any people. I got rid of trash, and I did it all for you. To protect you."
He buried his face in his hands, hiding the shine of his own tears.
"Fuck. Are you actually scared of me right now? I would never hurt you."
What did it matter? Nothing about this love was healthy, and you longed to rip your heart out of your lungs to numb the feeling. You couldn't do this; couldn't let him taint your morals, or at least, couldn't let him see that he started.
All you had to do was convince him, and then yourself.
It didn't matter. It didn't matter. It didn't matter.
"I hate you," you whispered.
Yoongi froze for a moment, then looked back up at you slowly. You stared right back into his eyes through your wet lashes, no longer disturbed by their dark depths. A flash of uncertainty passed through his expression, promptly replaced by a cryptic calmness.
He hummed, shrugging his jacket off.
"Let's play a game, then."
Your stomach jumped when he placed his palm on your shoulder, slowly turning you away from him.
His lips inched towards your ear, hot breath brushing over its shell.
"I don't believe you, not for a fucking second. But I'll entertain you."
You stared at the shelf in front of you, the melted candle wax and golden jewelry laid out beside red roses. The bouquet looked small and miserable after you threw it at him.
You felt just about the same; small. Helpless as he hovered behind you, his intentions unclear, your fate even more so. Your pulse quickened as seconds ticked by.
A loud gasp escaped you as he pushed you forward. Your head spun from the suddenness of the action, cheeks instantly burning and knees trembling.
You fell face first into the silk sheets, ass up, like a little doll for him to use. He had to hold on to your hip so you didn't tumble. You've never felt so powerless before, so stripped of your dignity, or so hot when you heard him unbuckle his belt.
The adrenaline rush intensified your emotions, made your throat close up. Only a whimper passed through your panicked breathing.
"Look at that," Yoongi murmured. "You're dripping already."
You flinched as you felt his finger run down your folds, clenching needily. Everything was happening too fast—
"I missed you too."
No preparation, no warning; one moment you were empty, and the next you were full.
He groaned, leaning over you, dropping his forehead onto your back, and his hand in between your thighs.
The stretch hurt. You could feel his cock twitching inside you, hard and thick as you pulsed around it.
No mercy, no patience; he started fucking into you, choked groans and wet smacks filling up the room. His fingers quickly parted your slick folds, rubbing into the little nub between them to ease the pain.
It worked — it bloomed into a searing pleasure that made your tummy and your vocal cords quiver, soft, helpless whines fleeing your lips.
"Fuck," he cursed, his voice broken, "fuck, you were made for me."
You shivered, finding yourself unable to fight against the restraints he put on you. Nevermind the tape; it was your soul that was truly imprisoned, and that made everything ten times worse.
His lips touched your ear again.
"If you don't come," he whispered, panting softly, "I'll let you go. But if you do, you will stay with me forever, do you get that, baby?"
Was this the game?
Fear clutched your heart in its iron fist, mingled with your most private, forbidden desires and desperate needs, made your eyes and your pussy wetter.
He reveled in it all.
"Go on," he taunted, "show me how much you hate me."
You did hate him.
Because nothing else made you feel like this, no matter what your friends said, no matter what seemed right or wrong. The blood on his hands dripped like an offering, all for you, a threat and a promise that predators loved, too, that they'd kill to protect their own. There was no life for him without you.
You urged yourself to hold on, to not give into your weaknesses. But it was hard when you were already tightening around him, on the brink of delirium and craving more.
"Yeah, there she is," Yoongi breathed. "My dirty little slut. My good fucking girl."
You cried out, your entire body tensing up. His cock throbbed inside you, rutting into you faster.
"Almost there? Are you gonna gonna let me keep you, baby? Chain you the fuck up like a good bitch?"
He was so close, playing dirty just to tip you over the edge, just to prove that you belonged to him. Hands curling into fists, you made an effort to focus, whining out a "no" that sounded pathetic even to your own ears.
"Yeah," Yoongi moaned. "Filthy fucking liar."
His fingers dug deeper into your hips, the hard grip marking your skin, planting the memory of this moment beneath it. Bruises would blossom tomorrow, and he wished he could see them all over you, a violet garden that grew from his love. Yet all he could do was slam into you faster, abuse that little spot inside you that his cock reached with way too much ease.
"Stop fighting it," he grunted, landing a sudden slap on your ass. "You're mine."
The harsh sting, the cursed words, the heat — it was all too much. The tension stirred and coiled in your abdomen, making black dots dance around your vision. Your cunt squeezed his cock desperately, barely allowing him to continue fucking you.
As if you were under water, everything became blurred, and soaked, with tears, with sweat and the orgasm rushing through you, encouraged by his filthy groans. So wet you didn't even realize he was coming too, until he stilled entirely, spilling inside you as you limped.
You listened to his breathing slow, your body thrumming, head pulsing with blissful nothingness. Too high and too weak to do anything but breathe with him.
A kiss was pressed into your spine.
"Mm... Should I give you one more chance?"
At that, you seemed to come back to your senses, breath hitching and eyes open wide.
Yoongi smirked, running his fingers along the tape softly.
"Let me grab a knife, pretty. I'll get you nice and comfy."
You almost flinched when he leaned over you again, his cock jerking and hardening in your sensitive hole.
"You did so well," he whispered into your ear. "Such a good, little bitch. I'm so in love with you."
A weak shudder went through you, ending with an ache right in between your legs.
Yoongi nuzzled your neck.
"Yeah, there you go. Don't you worry. We have all night to play."
Was it fair to play games one was destined to lose? Probably not, but unfortunately for you, that made it all more exciting to Yoongi. He wanted you to see yourself fail over and over, realize there was no running from your love.
It seemed you were about to.
He slipped out of you gently, biting his lip and watching his cum dribble out of you. His hand slid down to your ass, giving it a few, tender pats.
"Sit tight, sweetheart."
With that, he left you on his bed, again, ruined and aching and beyond lost. You heard him rummage through his drawers somewhere in the cabin, heard your heart beating in your own skull.
For some reason, you had a feeling this was just the beginning of a whole eternity. Hit play. Lose. Repeat. Try another level. Until your bones turned to dust and you were wrapped up in each other six feet under the ground. There was a sadistic side to Yoongi that seemed to enjoy the process, the struggle, the conquering of your mind.
Not surprising in the slightest; all dangerous creatures liked to play with their prey. Even more so when they loved it... And Yoongi would never stop loving you.
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nu11lar · 4 months
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𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 ... fuck now i can't stop thinking about satoru with a breeding kink 😔
𝓝 sfw ◞ mdni !
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just the thought.
the thought of you having his kids drives him insane, fantasizing how your belly will swell up with his kids inside. oh he really wants to cum inside you over and over, to just slip off the condom away from this aching dick and fuck you raw will leave him on the brink of ecstasy.
your pussy is the gate of heaven for satoru.
and he will be vocal and whiny once he gets the chance to feel your gummy walls hugging him perfectly around his cock. he can't help it, it's too good for the strongest sorcerer to handle :( the both of you become a complete mess for eachother because for you: he fucks you extremely good, his thrusts quick and fast like his life depended on him but also sometimes being slow and sensual. and for him: your pussy leaves him absolutely whipped, like he can't get enough even after managing doing three rounds with you.
"haah- c'mon baby don't tap out on me yet, j-jus' a lil more yeah?"
"ohfuck yeah- sweet pussy suckin' me inn.."
he could never forget this one moment when you two were having sex.
you riding him in reverse cowgirl, whining his name over and over like a prayer as your hips bump and grind against his cock. slowly moving your hips as a warm-up as satoru momentarily guides your hips by rolling them against him, making him whine and groan. but before you could get into the intense part of you bouncing on his cock, you suddenly stop.
"babyy- why'd you stoop?" satoru whined as you turned your head over your shoulder,"wanna take this off.." you mumbled, lifting your hips up and down slowly again as it revealed his latex covered cock slowly seeping into your dripping and sopping cunt. he hummed before he got the memo quickly.
you want to take off the condom.
holy shit.
"y'wanna take off the condom?" he asked again, just to make sure he heard it right and that he wasn't hearing things,"mhm," you nodded, now completely pulling out his cock away from your pussy as your hand guided down to his cock. slowly and gently pulling the latex condom away from his cock, it was a little slippery since it was basically coated with your slick. satoru looked down with a surprised expression crossing his face, he wasn't expecting you to do or say that so suddenly. maybe you were silently craving to be filled with his cum.
with one final 'schlp!' you manage to strip away the condom from his length and satoru couldn't wait anymore. just as you were about to rub his tip onto your throbbing bud he immediately pushed down your hips without a warning, making you gasp loudly from surprise as satoru moaned from how you're so fucking warm, so tight.
you feel so good.
"oooh shiit- mm baby fuck... didn't know this pussy was so warmm," he slurred out, his brain becoming mush and his mind was blank as usual. his hands were plamed to your hips, enjoying the warm sensation of your pussy sucking in his cock so well and deep," s-satoruu! you can't just- shove it i-in like thaat!" you squirmed, furrowing your eyebrows as the feeling was too much for you to handle already. but overall, this was the best decision you've ever made, feeling your boyfriend's cock hit you raw made you feel cockdrunk. like a filthy slut.
as the night continued, he managed to finally stuff your pussy constantly and non-stop with his seed. leaving your body become in complete shambles. but it's okay, he's your boyfriend afterall, or should i say... soon-to-be dad.
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luvyeni · 14 days
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𐙚 : BOTH OF YOU BEING YANDERE FOR EACH OTHER ( reaction ) ֶָ֢ !
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request: hi hi! Can you do enhypen yandere when there gf is also a yandere for them.
authors note. i hope you like it , i hope you don't mind that i just did the hyung line 😭🩷
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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𐙚 : HEESEUNG ֶָ֢ !
he's definitely more calmer than you are — if anything you have the most blood on your hands , and he's so in love and obsessed with you that he couldn't bare to see the love of his life go away, so he was often cleaning up your messages. "baby im home." he closed the door to your house , noticing the blood on the floor, sighing. "im in here." he heard you humming in the kitchen , you sounded so beautiful in his eyes , he felt like he was floating as he made his way into the kitchen. "hi baby." you smiled innocently , standing in the kitchen with his shirt on , covered in the blood, standing over a dead girls body. "what happened this time princess." you pouted. "i saw her dming you trying to get your number, so i lured her here." you said , like it was normal thing. "she made too much noise." he walked up to you, kissing your forehead. "good girl."
"how about you go clean up , let me handle this , then we'll order your favorite okay?"
𐙚 : JAY ֶָ֢ !
you were so obsessed with jay, that you often plagued with the thought of him leaving you so you often did things so he'd prove to you how much you loved him , where as jay, he's sadistic — meaning he'll kill any and everyone just to show you. "i-im sorry." the guy begged in front of you. "she came on to me." see jay didn't like that— granted he knew you probably did, knowing you often did this just to see how far he was willing to for you, but who was he to call his baby girl out , to even look your way and accuse. "really?" jay turned to, you pouted. "i might've, i can't remember." you shrugged. "see she can't remember so." the last thing you heard before the gunshot go off was the guys pleas. "now." your body ran cold, his hand coming up to your neck, squeezing. "how many times are you gonna do this?" you whimpered. "ju-just felt like you didn't love me anymore." you felt your airways being obstructed. "needed a remember." he nodded, unimpressed. "yeah , how about i show you." he dragged you to room.
"marry you , then keep you tied to the bed and fucked full of my children."
𐙚 : JAKE ֶָ֢ !
both of you are so obsessed with each other , neither one of you wanting to murder anyone , you'd rather stay in the comforts of your own home , snuggled together — so when the awful time comes where you have to go out , both of you would become so paranoid that one of you would run away, that you'd end coming up with the same method — drugging each other. "i don't want you to go baby , how about i go food shopping." jake said , but you were already losing it , because he went out last time and came home 10 minutes later— what was he doing? who was he with? "no jakey , it's okay i can go this time." you said taking a sip of the coffee he made you , putting the cup in the sink, your mind already feeling fuzzy. "jakey." he grabbed a hold of your shoulder , holding you up. "i know baby , you're sleeping it's okay." he dragged you to the room. "no." he shushed you , holding your hand , kissing your forehead. "when you get up , the food will be here and we can watch movie." he stood up , his vision suddenly getting hazy , before he dropped to the floor next to you , still holding your hand, both of you out cold.
you had drugged his coffee not only 5 minutes after he spiked yours.
𐙚 : SUNGHOON ֶָ֢ !
both of you are crazy for each other; it's almost like a competition of who can be the craziest over the other— sunghoon will win every single time, but that doesn't mean anything. "did i say you could do that?" sunghoon yanked your hair back , your face covered in blood as you look down at the girl on the floor. "did you ask me for permission last week when you killed that driver; besides this bitch deserved it, i told her to stop texting you." you yanked at his back, both of you covered in blood as you tussled around with each other , both of you fighting for dominance— sunghoon holding the knife up to your neck, pinning you to the wall. "i admit , you look hot like this." he smirked , pressing his knee in between your legs, you moaned as he moved his knee along your covered cunt. "but if you try this shit again with my permission, it won't be pretty." he said , pinning you down.
"i don't crazy you are , i'll kill us both."
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©️LUVYENI
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wileys-russo · 2 months
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Loved the Grace fic. Wondering if you could maybe do one where she has a secret girlfriend that doesn’t play football. And the team are trying to set her up not realizing that she has a girlfriend and then at one of her matches grace runs up to reader and that’s how the team finds out.
Something like that x
you never asked II g.clinton
"gracie just one date mate! you'll love her." millie slung an arm over the younger girls shoulder who rolled her eyes and shrugged her off. "just one?" grace squinted as the sun rose a little higher and the two arrived to the pitch for training.
"yes! just one." millie assured as the midfielder sighed. "alright, fine." grace shrugged as millies face lit up. "really?" the defender beamed.
"no ya idiot, i'll tell you the same thing i tell everyone. i don't need help findin a girlfriend!" grace rolled her eyes, saved by the whistle blowing signally training was about to start.
that didn't stop a barrage of the girls all trying to sweet talk her into meeting their 'friend' that grace would 'get on with like a house on fire' because she 'had soo much in common with them its like fate'.
she'd heard it all for weeks now, dismissing every little attempt with a firm shake of her head, abandoning conversation after conversation as suddenly they'd go from something she was engaged in to a topic she ran from.
thankfully some of the older girls stuck up for her and tried to shoo away the main culprits like millie, ella and maya who were constantly trying to set her up or ship her off with a new stranger every second day or so.
little did they all know, grace didn't need to be set up with anyone or accept any sort of dating help because she had you.
you looked up from your laptop at the familiar secret knock on your front door, snapping it shut with a grin and racing over. knocking the same pattern back you heard the girls laugh on the other side of the door before you swung it open.
"well hello gorgeous." grace beamed, launching herself at you in a hug as you let out a laugh, your feet lifting off the ground as the footballer spun you around.
"longest four and a half days ever." grace groaned, collapsing into you as she placed you back down and you shared a tight hug. "i'll be sure to pass that onto my boss, no more business trips because my girlfriend can't handle me being away." you teased, craning your head up to kiss her cheek.
"what! ya been away nearly five days and thats all i get babe?" grace scoffed in disbelief as you ventured back into the living room. "i'm sure you kissed your phone screen enough on facetime to make up for it baby." you grinned, having called her at least twice a day every day you were gone.
"yeah but me phone doesn't kiss back!" grace snatched your laptop out of hand, placing it down on the coffee table and flopping on top of you. "alright clinton, lay one on me then!" you sighed as if accepting a poor business deal as your girlfriend shook her head.
but deciding against a smart comment back like she normally would the taller girl wasted not another second, pressing her lips against yours as you exhaled softly into her mouth, the corner of which curled into a smile.
"missed you so much babe." grace mumbled into the kiss, one hand moving to the back of your neck as your tongues fought one another to take control. eventually you relinquished, your girlfriend taking advantage and exploring your mouth like it was the very first time.
"okay okay! no jumping me the first five minutes you're here." you pulled back with a grin as her hand crept up your top, squeezing at your chest.
"alright...i'll wait till its been ten minutes then like a gentlewoman would babe."
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"grace come on man! one date, you're always so stubborn. you think the worst of every girl we offer before you even meet them! just give us a chance to set you up with someone." ella groaned, dropping down beside the brunette who rolled her eyes, focused on lacing up her boots.
"answer hasn't changed tooney."
"gracie man please let me wingwoman ya!" ella begged, clasping her hands together as grace wordlessly shot her a firm look and shook her head.
"ella for god sakes leave the poor girl alone! youse are always harrassin her." thankfully mary swooped in to the rescue, ushering the mancunian away despite her protests.
you watched on in the stands of old trafford with grace's sister and a couple of your friends, a proud smile slapped to your face and unable to be wiped away despite the teasing from them all. sending your girlfriend a message at half time affirming just how well she'd played you tucked your phone back away as your girlfriend again waved as she entered back onto the pitch.
the little waves and cheeky grins sent your way weren't anything new however that didn't mean any of graces team mates had actually caught on, neither of you were particularly large fans of overtly public displays of affection either.
grace's time to really shine came in the second half when she bagged an assist and a goal, of course finding you in the crowd with a pearly white grin and another eager wave making you laugh and wiggle your fingers back at her.
the devils winning three to nil as the final whistle blew and the crowd erupted into cheers, your heart could burst with pride as you chatted with your friends and her sister, catching grace's eye mid lap who gestured for you to come down.
"lover girl has sent her summons!" your friends teased pinching at your cheeks as you rolled your eyes and swatted their hands away, all four of you making your way down to the barriers.
you hung back allowing the younger fans to all meet their idols, smiling at the excited squeals and cheers from them as your girlfriend and her team all made their rounds signing, high fiving and posing for pictures.
eventually you caught grace's eye again, lips curling into a smile as hers turned downward into a slight pout at how far away you still were. the crowd thinning a little you made your way to the front of the barrier, grace hugging her sister and friends.
"hi superstar." you smiled as it was finally your turn, melting into her embrace. "sweaty superstar." you teased as her skin stuck to yours, flinching away as she pinched your side for the jab.
"goal scorin superstar babe." grace grinned smugly as you hummed, her hands still firmly on your hips. "can the goal scorer get a kiss?" your girlfriend murmured, cocky smile dropping for a moment as her eyes searched yours for any sign of hesitation of discomfort.
but you didn't give her a chance to find any as you nodded, leaning in and pressing your lips to hers sweetly, hands cupping her face as you pulled away and let out a small laugh at the way her cheeks flushed rosy pink.
"blusher." you teased, kissing her cheek as she scoffed. "just from all the runnin round, don't flatter yourself!" grace rolled her eyes playfully,hugging you tightly from behind as you turned to lean against the barrier, her chin resting on your shoulder as she chatted away to her sister and friends.
"yeah i'll make sure she gets home safe." grace promised as your friends bid their farewell, her sister picked up by her own friends as you waved them all off, most of the crowd having dispersed.
"you really played so great gracie, i'm so proud of you." you smiled sincerely turning back around to face her, pecking her lips a few times with a smile.
"we've got an audience." you murmured, catching their wandering eyes over her shoulder. "fancy a tour of the change rooms?" grace grinned, wiggling her eyebrows and grabbing your waist hoisting you up and over the barrier.
"don't let the scare ya, bunch of big teddy bears the lot of em." grace promised, arm falling over your shoulder as she lead you toward the small group of girls looking on curiously, shrinking a little under their gaze.
"afternoon girls." grace smiled, squeezing you reassuringly. "whose this then gracie?" mary grinned with a raised eyebrow. "me girlfriend." grace smiled, kissing your cheek and introducing you properly.
"girlfriend!" one of the shorter girls jaw dropped, all four of them looking quite stunned as you pushed yourself a little tighter into grace's side as her arm dropped and her hand rested protectively on the small of your back.
"but-but-all the dates!" the same girl stammered out, another one rolling her eyes and smacking her. "dates?" you asked with a small frown, glancing up at your girlfriend.
"these three idiots have been trying to set us up on a blind date for weeks now. told ya i didn't need any helping finding a girlfriend!" grace chuckled, introducing the four girls in front of you.
"why the hell didn't ya just tell us!" ella, the same girl from earlier, shot the tall girl beside you a glare as grace grinned and gently pushed you to start walking with her.
"cause ya never asked tooney!" your girlfriend called over her shoulder, pulling you tighter into her side and ignoring the protests shouted behind her.
"you're a menace clinton, you couldn't just tell them?" you shook your head with a smile as she lead you off the pitch and down the tunnel.
"but baby, where's the fun in that?"
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molotovmetro · 1 year
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The 141 + König with a s/o who goes non-verbal
Tiny disclaimer: im autistic and have moments of being non verbal during breakdowns etc, so this is based mostly off of my own experience, but if anyone feels like ive said inaccurate or offensive things, please let me know as that would never be my intention. The way I've written this suggests this is a negative feeling (, since thats how i experience it) but I understand that might not be the same for everyone. For some people this might just be a daily or
Requested by @apocalypticseagull
Warnings: mentions of stress and the slightest hint at possible injury, besides that nothing I can think of
M!reader
Ghost
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Ghost relates to you. While he wouldn't claim his experience is the same, he gets moments of overstimulation where he wants everyone to leave him alone, and will just stop reacting to people.
When he feels like this, he prefers to sit in his room, either completely in the dark or with only a small lamp on, and have as little noise around him as possible.
If you're in a stress situation, not knowing what else to do to help you, that's what he'll resort to.
He'll take you into either his room or yours, whichever you would prefer, and holds you while letting you get away from all the triggers for a bit. Unless you're dealing with life or death situations, whatever work you have left for the day can wait. Your wellbeing always comes first.
Soap
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Soap is a lot more observant than people give him credit for. He's the king of avoiding stressful situations for you whenever he can.
But alas, he can't avoid it every time. Whether you start saying less and less as the minutes go on, or just stop talking suddenly, he notices immediately.
Not that he'd be quick to admit it, but he's got a written list of everything you like, even if it's just something you mentioned in passing. He absutely will use this list to do whatever he can to make you smile and relieve some of your stress.
He'll make sure to find a way to still communicate that both of you are comfortable with. He'll happily lend you his journal to write in, or he'll ask Roach for some lessons in sign language. He'd break his back bending over backwards to make you comfortable if he had to.
Gaz
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No matter how often it happens, Gaz still feels a jolt of panic whenever you don't respond over coms when you're on a mission. He almost sags in relief as soon as he hears you hum, or even just hears the crackly static of you pushing your radio's button.
He knows you're a talented soldier and you're more than capable of handling yourself, he still prefers to be near you at all times. What if something happens and you can't tell him? You could be in trouble without him even knowing. He'll, just knowing you're stressed is making him want to reach for you.
He likes his job, likes helping people and ridding the world of danger, but his favourite part of every mission is when you're sitting in the exfil helo after a good mission, and you give him that wide smile he's been waiting hours, if not days to see.
Price
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You and Price have been working together for so long, you both know the drill. When he starts to notice you going quiet, he makes sure he only asks yes or no questions. On your side; one click of your radio button for no, two for yes. Throw in some improvised morse code when necessary, and you've got a solid communications system.
Having this system is also a huge bonus during stealth missions, when he can't talk freely without risking being spotted.
He loves hearing your voice, but he doesn't treat you any differently when you can't talk. He'll support you in whatever way you need, without making it feel like he's babying you.
The two of you are a well oiled machine. No matter how stressful the situation, usually you can tell what the other one is thinking just by looking at them. You know you both have each other's back, verbal communication or not.
König
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König doesn't mean to make a big deal out of it, and he won't if you don't, but he does worry.
After a situation like that happens once, he commits everything that helps you to his memory, and uses the knowledge to help you the next time it happens.
Even down to the tiniest detail, he'll remember. If you don't like a certain texture or can only stand a certain flavour of drink during moments like this, he's making sure you have everything you need and are as comfortable as possible. Whatever is stressing you will be dealt with by him while you're resting and calming down.
If you want to be alone, he understands and respects that, and gives you the space you need. But if you don't, there's nowhere he'd rather be than by your side.
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merumish · 3 months
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GOJO SATORU
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summary. You left Satoru and the kids at home to do some grocery shopping, which means that Satoru will have to take care of two babies at the same time.
contents. Fluff, reader is fem, gojo having troubles at the end
authors note. I requested something similar to this from another author, so if they did my request and posted it please don't get the wrong idea! I also wanted to write about it too now 😭
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You and Satoru have Two kids, the first one is Satoshi, he's the oldest. He just turned two 5 months ago. Then next was Satoko, she's younger than Satoshi. You gave birth to her around 4 months ago.
You found it cute how your kids got Satoru's genes the most, they have his white snowy hair and those blue ocean eyes that you adore a lot.
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Once, you had to go grocery shopping alone, leaving Satoru and the kids at home.
Satoru wanted to come with you, but you refused and told him to stay at home to take care of the kids. You assured him that it would be fine and no curses would start attacking you, plus you also reminded him that he expanded his infinity to you.
(Gojo fully knows that you're a strong sorcerer, he just suddenly became much more of a worry wart after you gave birth to his baby girl months ago.)
right now you're about to leave the house, but Gojo is looking at you with those big puppy eyes, begging you to bring him grocery shopping with the kids as well.
Well... There were plenty of reasons why you couldn't bring Gojo with you, the first one was that you're still kind of a first-time mom, and you don't know how to handle two babies at the same time in public. And of course, you and Satoru can't leave the kids alone at home, you guys don't trust any babysitter to look out for them since they could be bad guys or curses in disguise.
"Please y/n? I wanna come with you!
"Satoru you're being a baby! You do understand why you can't come right? You have to take care of the kids, it's just some grocery shopping! I swear I'll be alright! Now let me go! "
BANG! the door shuts close loudly.
Satoru pouted and looked down at his baby, "Your mama really is a meanie..no? "he cooed and looked down at his precious daughter who was sleeping in his arms, booping her nose. He's surprised that she didn't wake up from the commotion earlier.
"Ah, I'll just get your brother, 'kay? Don't pull any pranks on daddy when he's back. "- acting as if his 4-month-old daughter could stand up on her legs and start setting up pranks.
He kisses her forehead and places her on a nearby crib beside the sofa and heads towards Satoshi and Satoko's shared nursery room.
As he entered the room, it turned out Satoshi was already wide awake, bouncing and giggling in his crib at the sight of his father.
"Hey buddy, did you miss me that much? Is that why you're excited to see me?" A warm smile spread across Satoru's face as he scooped his son up.
"Pa-pa! Pa-pa!"
Satoru grinned, heart warmed by Satoshi calling him "papa."
"No wonder you're so cute; you look so much like me." And, well, you'd agree. Everyone else does too. Satoshi and Satoru could practically be twins.
Satoru picked up Satoshi from the crib, he checked his diaper for poop. "Oh no, you need a shower, bud." He chuckled, Satoru carried Satoshi to the bathroom, and Satoko too just in case.
After a good 20 minutes of bathing Satoshi, they returned to the nursery. Satoshi, now fresh and clean, rested on Satoru's left arm, while Satoko peacefully slept in her bassinet.
Everything was peaceful, not until a cat from outside accidentally knocked over a metal item which made a loud noise, good thing Satoshi didn't get scared by it, meanwhile, Satoko over here woke up from the noise.
Satoru started panicking when he saw that Satoko's eyes are starting to well up in tears.
"Oh my god- Satoko please don't cry, please don't cry.. "
He started to panic even more when he heard her whimpers, he tried to calm Satoko down by caressing her chubby cheek with his right hand.
"Nonono, not right now please Satoko... "
then boom, Satoko is now crying.
"Oh my goodness." He palmed his face and sighed from failing to prevent his daughter from crying.
"Alright, just a second Satoshi." He couldn't grab Satoko from the bassinet with one arm only, since he was carrying Satoshi in his left arm, So he had to put Satoshi down first. But as he was about to put Toshi down, his son gripped his shirt tightly,
"P-papa..... No..."
Then Satoshi started crying, he didn't want Satoru to put him down. The children's wailing filled the room, Gojo felt like he wanted to cry too.
"Aiyaaa..... Y/n...please save me.. "
Satoru didn't know what to do in order to stop the children from crying at the same time.
end: you arrived home 20 seconds later, you went to the nursery room to check what was the commotion about. When you saw Satoru very exhausted you couldn't help but burst out laughing. But don't worry, you told him that he did a great job and gave him plenty of kissed as his rewards after.
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☞ note. this was inspired by that one kbs world tv episode, idk how to make my writings longer 😭 this was so annoying cuz I worked so many times on this fix then when I saved it to my drafts it had an error THEN HALF OF IT DISAPPEARED SO I HAD TO REDO EVERYTHING 😭😭😭
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roosterforme · 10 months
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The Younger Kind Part 16 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Bradley finally comes clean about what's really going on and begs you to forgive him. You both know what's at stake now and agree that some things need to change. But it's so hard staying away from each other, especially after a week apart. He shows you how sorry he is over and over again.
Warnings: Angst, smut, fluff, swearing, and age gap (18+)
Length: 4900 words
Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader
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Your ears were ringing. Bradley's words did not make sense. "What?" you gasped.
"Meredith wants custody of Noah."
You suddenly felt dizzy. Maybe you had misheard. But you could tell by the look on Bradley's face that he was stressed and upset. "No," you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him tight. "No."
"Yeah." His big palms were warming you through your dress as he pressed his face against your neck. "And I'm so sorry."
"Don't apologize to me," you told him as tears filled your eyes. You couldn't imagine a world in which Noah grew up in a different house with a different parent. The idea of if was unsettling. 
"But I lied to you. On purpose. I wanted you far away from Noah and I, but I couldn't stand it. And I need you to be safe."
"Safe? From what?" you asked, easing away from him a bit so you could look him in the eye. He shook his head, still reluctant to tell you everything. "You keep saying that. You can talk to me, Bradley. About anything," you said, stroking your thumb along his mustache. 
He kissed your nose. "Baby, when you got hurt in the park? That was intentional. Meredith was trying to throw me off. She came here and told me she intends to get custody of Noah. She... insinuated that she followed you to there on purpose, and she promised me she wouldn't hesitate to go through you again if she had to. To get to Noah and I."
Your skin broke out in goosebumps as you shivered and gaped at him. "What?"
He nodded, rubbing his hands along your back. "I can't let anything bad happen to you. That's why I had you come here that night, and I lied my ass off to get you mad enough to want to stay away."
"But I don't want to stay away from either of you," you whispered, and he kissed you softly. "Bradley, you have to fight for Noah.
"I know, Princess. I know. But I have no idea how long this could take. And if you and I are something, then Meredith can try to use that to hurt you. Or twist it into some fabricated story about..." He shook his head, hesitating before he said, "About how you're so much younger than me. It would look bad."
Something. Being something with Bradley would feel so right. "Is that what you wanted to talk about before Meredith found Noah and I at the park?"
He nodded miserably. "I wanted to talk about us."
Your heart couldn't handle this. You looked at Bradley's gorgeous face and emotion filled expression, and you felt tears again as you stroked your fingernails along the short hair at the back of his neck. It felt good, and it looked like he was starting to calm down as you dug your fingers in a bit more. 
"You can't worry about that right now. You need to worry about Noah. Do you have a good lawyer? Someone you can trust who knows what a good dad you are? Will it help if I give a statement about how you take care of everything for him? You're so responsible, you even hired a top notch babysitter."
You laughed softly when Bradley smiled at you, but now your tears were starting to fall. 
"It's okay, Princess," he muttered using his thumb to brush them away. 
"No, it's not okay. Because you're Noah's dad. You'd never abandon him. You love him." 
Bradley kissed your cheeks, damp from the tears. The prickle of his mustache on your skin and his hands on your body felt so good, it was almost unbearable. "You're so fucking sweet," he crooned. "I can't believe I told you I wanted anything else except you. Can you even forgive me?"
You nodded with your eyes closed as his lips brushed along your forehead. "Of course. But don't hurt me again."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I won't."
You wanted to be able to trust him again. You thought you could. "What does this mean then?"
He shook his head, still looking sad. "I can't give you a commitment, baby. Not now. I need to focus on Noah and my lawyer and this fucking court case."
You nodded as he kissed your forehead again and again. "What if you had started dating one of the women from the app?"
"I'd have ended things. For real. And it would have been easy to put Noah and myself ahead of them. Not like with you. You're different."
"Oh," you gasped as he backed you up against the counter. His words made you feel as good as deleting the dating app had.
"I want you. But I need to give the appearance that I'm one hundred percent focused on Noah right now. Distraction free. I couldn't ask you to wait for me."
You let Bradley's words wash over you, and you marvelled at him. "You would want me to wait for you? You would wait for me?" 
His eyes were wide as he squeezed your hips and nodded. You were both silent for a moment as the skim of his thumbs along your dress was somehow enough to leave your breath ragged. He licked his lips  "You want me to beg?"
"Yes, Daddy."
You moaned as he dropped to his knees in front of you, and you grabbed two fists full of his hair. You bit your lip as he looked up at you with his pretty brown eyes. "Please, Princess?" he asked. "When you look at me like that and talk to me like that, I just about fucking lose it, baby."
"Bradley," you moaned, pulling him closer to you. And then his hands were at the backs of your calves, and he was kissing your belly through your dress.
"I barely lasted a week without you," he whispered, his hands slowly making their way up to your thighs. He rested his chin just below your belly button and looked up at you with needy eyes. "Do you have any idea how jealous you made me feel today? I couldn't stand it when Jake was touching you. I wanted to level him to the ground when he kissed you." Bradley guided your dress up to your waist and kissed along your belly until his nose was buried against the front of your underwear. 
"Daddy. I'll wait for you."
He kept his eyes on yours as he bunched your dress up in one fist and pulled your underwear down with his other hand. Then his lips were on your pussy, so soft as the rough feel of his mustache made you gasp his name.
Bradley licked slowly along your slit, separating you until he had his lips wrapped around your clit. Your fingers were still wound so tight in his hair, but you couldn't let go as you bucked against him. 
"You're so damn sensitive," he growled, wrapping his hands around your thighs and lifting you up onto the counter without warning as he stood. 
"Bradley!" you screeched, tugging on his hair as he set your bare butt on the cold granite. He kissed your lips and pulled your dress over your head, and then he pulled you to the very edge of the counter as you let your own taste linger on your tongue. "What are you doing?"
He looked you up and down, sitting there in your bra and sandals with your underwear dangling from your right foot. "Gonna make you cum."
And then he was back on his knees with his face buried in your pussy while you braced yourself on the edge of the counter. He was so good at this, and you couldn't help but rock against his face as you watched him get you so close. 
"Daddy," you whined. "You really like doing this, don't you?" He sucked on your clit until you were squeaking and kicking the lower cabinet. 
"Eating pussy?"
"Yeah," you moaned as he licked you while he grinned.
"I do. And a pussy as sweet as yours? I never wanna stop."
Your eyes fluttered closed as he slipped two fingers inside you. You arched your back and accidentally put your hand in the corner of Noah's leftover birthday cake as he nibbled on your clit. "Oh, fuck."
"Remind me," he said, in that deep Daddy voice. "Anyone else ever put their lips here, Princess?" He kissed you so softly just above his fingers sliding in and out of you. 
"No!" you nearly screamed, so thankful that Greyson was just a boy compared to Bradley. Just the idea of Greyson was laughable. He wouldn't do this for you, and thank god he hadn't. It would have been so disappointing. 
"That's a good girl," he crooned, and your hand sunk further into the cake as you came.
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Bradley's lips and mustache were wet and his dick was so hard. You said you'd wait for him. He couldn't believe he had been bold enough to even ask you. 
Bradley watched as you pulled your right hand out of Noah's birthday cake. You looked like you were in a daze, already so pliant in Bradley's arms as he stood and unhooked your bra. "You feel good, Princess?" he asked softly, and you nodded as he eased the fabric away from your tits and tossed your bra on top of your dress. "Perfect."
He raised your bandaged arm and kissed the inside of your elbow softly before taking your thumb between his lips to clean off the icing. He licked each of your fingers in turn until you were mostly cleaned up.
"Are you gonna fuck me?" you asked as your eyes followed the movement of his lips gliding along your hand. 
He leaned in to kiss you, letting you taste the icing as it mingled with your wetness. "Do you want me to?"
"Yes."
Bradley groaned as you reached for the front of his jeans with your left hand and yanked his zipper down. "Easy, baby. There's no rush."
Your moan was so pretty, head tossed back as you whispered, "You're such a man."
Bradley stripped his shirt off before toeing off his shoes. You watched him ease down his jeans and remove the rest of his clothing before he came to stand between your spread thighs. He knew he was big, and the sight of his cock rubbing through your wet pussy had him grunting as you whined loudly. 
Thank goodness Noah was gone for the night. 
He pushed himself inside you with one hard thrust, and your body completely lit up for him. "Daddy," you gasped, keeping your wide eyes on his as you wrapped your fingers around the back of his neck. Your perfect lips were parted, and when he pulled your bottom lip between his, you moaned. 
Then he started thrusting into you as his hips rubbed the insides of your soft thighs where you were spread wide for him. "I knew I needed it to be special," he mused out loud, tipping your pretty face up with his big hands on your neck and cheek. "You're so fucking perfect."
"Daddy."
He shook his head and went harder as your hands fell back next to your ass to brace yourself on the counter. "No more college boys. No more Jake."
"No," you gasped, the quiver of your voice getting louder and higher. "I don't want them!"
"Just us," he said, and you nodded your head vigorously as you bit your lip.
Bradley could feel your thighs tighten against him as you pulsed softly around his cock. "Fuck," you groaned, looking up at him, your face screwed up in pleasure. 
"You're already close." He couldn't believe it. He wrapped his hands around your waist and gave you long, hard strokes as you shook your head slowly from side to side. The tip of your tongue met the corner of your lips, and then Bradley's mouth was all over yours. He swallowed every gasp you made before you started keening and gripping him harder.
"Oh my god," you whined, cumming around him when he reached for your clit with his thumb. And there went your hand, right back into Noah's cake. Bradley smiled and enjoyed the bounce of your pretty tits as he fucked the last bit of your orgasm out of you.
You were shaking a bit, looking up at him in shock as his movements slowed. You leaned forward to kiss his lips softly, and your clean fingers trailed down the front of his body. Bradley groaned loudly as you grazed his pubic hair and reached down to cup his balls as he was still hard and buried inside you.
"You gonna keep going, Daddy?" you asked him softly, your eyes entirely too innocent looking for your own good.
"I can stop if you need a break," he promised, kissing your cheek. Your fucked out face was going to be his undoing.
"No," you whined, wiggling your pussy up and down his cock. "I want you to cum, too."
Bradley let you fuck yourself on him while he stayed still. Your gaze was transfixed on your pussy as you took him nice and slow. "God, you're big. Daddys are big," you whispered, seemingly to yourself. You were getting icing all over his counter and your thigh, and Bradley wanted you to fucking stay here with him forever. 
"You want me to cum too, Princess?" he asked, his voice rough, drawing your gaze up to his face.
"Yes."
He had you off the counter in an instant, spinning you and bending you over. "Good girl," he crooned as you spread your legs a little wider and got up on your tiptoes for him. "Yeah, you know what to do." He guided himself inside you again, fucking you as he palmed your ass. Your cheek came to rest on the granite counter, and Bradley watched you lick icing from your hand as you took him.
When he held you by your hips, he pulled you up so you were barely touching the floor. He could see how tight you were, gripping onto his cock with each thrust. You felt too good to be true, honestly better than anything. And you were just whining and licking up the icing like the most beautifully depraved thing he could have ever imagined.
"Daddy," you groaned, your voice shaking as Bradley fucked you harder. "Oh!"
Each thrust was somehow better than the last, and soon his hips were jerking in rough little strokes. His body was slapping against yours, and his head was tipped back. "Oh, hell yes," he growled, squeezing your hips tight and clenching his eyes shut before he watched those final few strokes of his dick in your pussy. 
And then he was filling you with his cum as you whined his name. He fucked his cum deeper as you looked up at him over your shoulder. You had icing on your lips, and he leaned down to lick you clean. 
"Mmm," you moaned as he pulled out of you. But when you went to stand, Bradley pushed you back gently onto the counter and knelt behind you. 
He kissed your ass and the backs of both of your thighs, and then he watched a bead of his cum drip out of your pretty, little pussy and down to your clit before dropping onto the floor. "Jesus fucking Christ," he whispered, mesmerized by the mess he had made and how pretty it looked oozing out of you. He kissed along your backside and whispered so much praise until you wiggled yourself back against his face. 
"You okay, Daddy?" you asked, and he stood up to collect you against himself. You were a mess of cum and icing, and he kissed you gently, trying to convey how much he needed you.
"Yeah, I'm good, Princess." You wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed his neck as he reached above you for a plate. He used the plastic utensils and cut an enormous piece of cake. And then he helped ease you onto the floor with him.
You giggled as he leaned back against the cabinet and pulled you against him. You were straddling his left thigh, making an absolute mess of his cum, sticky between the two of you. It was perfect. And you settled your cheek against his shoulder as he fed you a bite of cake.
"I'm so happy you came over today."
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You took bites of the cake from the shared fork, practically moaning over how good it tasted after getting fucked so well.
"You were hard forever," you murmured. "How did you last so long?"
"I'm not one of your college frat boys, Princess."
"No, you're not," you said, meeting his eyes. The quickie in your bedroom and the other times you'd been with him had been exceptional. You always came! He made sure you were enjoying yourself! He never asked for anything for himself! "I know we can't be...official," you whispered, sounding ridiculous to your own ears as your pussy rubbed along the coarse hairs on his thigh as you sat up straight. You met his eyes as you asked, "But are you going to stop messing around with other people?"
Bradley looked at you and cocked his head to one side. "I'm confused. What do you mean?"
You sighed and tucked your face against his neck. "You wanted me to wait for you?" you whispered, and Bradley started laughing loudly. You jerked back away from him. "What?" you asked as you tried to scramble out of his lap. But he held you firmly in place. 
"I haven't been with anyone except you in almost a year, Princess," he said, his tone slightly self-deprecating as his cheeks flushed. "That fantastic blowjob you gave me ended my dry spell."
You just gaped at him before you asked, "When I left and walked back in to get my sweatshirt?" When he nodded you grinned. "You were about to masturbate that night, weren't you?"
Bradley groaned. "I was. But I got something so much better than my own hand and your sweatshirt to smell."
You moaned softly. "How? How did you go that long? A year?"
"Noah," he said with a shrug. "If I have to choose between him and seeing someone, I obviously have to choose him. I mean I also want to choose him." He paused and fed you another bite of cake. "But you don't make me choose. You let me be Noah's dad, and then you let me spend my extra time with you. I missed you this week. I missed your Skittles, Princess."
Your head was swimming with his words as you leaned in closer and whispered, "I missed you so much, Bradley. Both of you." He set down the plate and pulled you against him. "What are you going to do about Meredith?"
He ran his fingers up and down your back as you melted against him. The rumble of his deep voice had your eyes drifting closed. "I'm going to fight for Noah. I don't know what else to do. Tracy, my lawyer, thinks I have a good case."
"That's good," you whispered. "Noah needs you." You couldn't tell him that you needed him, too. That you needed both of them. Not yet. For now you could feel secure in the knowledge that Bradley would be waiting for you, ready for a commitment after he won custody. Because he would definitely win custody. "If you need me to watch Noah for you or make a statement in court, I can do that."
He hummed against your hair and said, "I don't want you to have to do that. Meredith and her lawyer will try to find a way to make you look bad."
You pulled away from him and rolled your eyes. "Now that I know who Meredith is and what she's all about, she doesn't scare me, Bradley. I'll be there in an instant if you think it would help. There has to be some reason she's trying to get custody all of a sudden. You need to figure it out with Tracy."
"I know," he mumbled. "I'm going to keep Noah with me. I have to. And I'm going to try to get Meredith out of the picture for good."
"She doesn't deserve him."
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Bradley's heart was telling him that you were the one who was good enough for Noah. You loved his son, and Noah was enamored with you as well. More than anything, he wanted to label this now. He wanted to put a tag on this feeling of holding you on his kitchen floor while you were a mess from his cum and the icing. He wanted you to be his for real. 
"How's your arm feeling?" he asked, rubbing the gauze on your forearm gently. 
"It's getting there," you whispered against his neck. "Hard to change the bandages by myself though."
"I'll do it." His immediate response had you looking up at him and nodding. "Might be easier to clean it up in the shower? And then rebandage everything?"
"Yeah," you agreed, and Bradley was scooping you up as he stood. When he set you down on your feet, he reached for your hand, but instead of leading you to the bathroom, he took you to the refrigerator. 
"You want a beer?" he asked, grabbing two in one hand.
"For the shower?" you asked with a laugh. "I guess."
Then he kissed the tip of your nose, and led you down the hallway. "You've never had a shower beer before?"
You giggled at the scandalized look on his face. "No, I can't say that I have."
"Well, shit. Stick with me, baby. I'll show you the finest things in life." He set both bottles down on the ledge next to his shampoo and turned the shower on, and while the water warmed up he pulled you close. 
"You are both ridiculous and adorable at the same time," you told him as he started to remove your bandage. "And I'm really happy you didn't start dating anyone from the app."
He groaned as he examined your arm. "That fucking app. I know Nat meant well, but I'm never doing that again. That was a waste of time."
"Good," you whispered as he ran his fingers gently along your healing scrapes. "I don't want you to."
Bradley reached back to test the water temperature before stepping in with you and sliding the glass door closed. First he took the time to clean your arm up as gently as he could. You watched him quietly, and every time he met your eyes, he kissed you. He knew he was going to have to focus on so many other things this week, so he just wanted to enjoy this moment with you while he had it.
After he rinsed your arm, he handed you one of the beers and tapped his bottle to yours. Then he took a long pull of beer while you took a sip of yours, pressing the bottle to your pretty lips. 
"Cold beer? Hot shower? It just makes sense, right?" he asked as you laughed. 
"I hate it when you're right," you said. "I figured this was one of your silly, old man philosophies, but it actually does somehow make sense."
Bradley rolled his eyes while he drank and then set his beer down. "You told me I'm not that old."
"You're not, Daddy," you whispered, taking a long drink before adding, "I just like to mess with you." 
Bradley reached for the soap while you drank. He was admiring the water droplets rolling down your neck to your tits and belly. When he licked up some of the beads of water from your collarbone, you moaned around your beer bottle, and Bradley's cock twitched. He coated his hands in soap before rubbing them along your beautiful skin while he hummed.
"I know that song," you murmured, head lulling to the side slightly as his fingers met the undersides of your breasts. "I was playing it the first time I babysat Noah. You were surprised I knew it."
"It's my favorite song," he quickly supplied. "And now it reminds me of you. And for some reason, I don't even find that annoying."
You almost knocked the beers down as you reached for him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him. He loved this. The feel of you in his arms, the warmth of your body under the cascading shower, and the taste of his favorite beer on your tongue. 
"I don't know why I like that so much," you told him between kisses.
Bradley reached for your hips and pressed himself against you as he said, "The song makes me happy, and so do you, Princess."
Your soft gasp had him a little dizzy. "You're already hard again," you whispered in wonder, running your painted fingernails down along his length. "We just had sex in the kitchen."
He nodded as you wrapped your hand around him. "I could get hard for you anytime." 
The whimpered, "Daddy," that escaped your lips made him throb. And this time when he fucked you from behind, it was slower, and maybe a little sweeter. You had your right hand planted against the tile wall and you were turned back to look at him over your right shoulder. Every soft whimper and each flutter of your wet eyelashes had him spewing out the kind of depraved nonsense he couldn't remember ever telling anyone else.
You're so perfect, baby.
Nobody else feels this good.
I could spend the rest of the night making love to you.
I think I need you.
And you let him say every single word to you as you whimpered for him. Whined for more. So he rocked into you and kissed your neck and cheek and shoulder. He buried his face against you, somehow still smelling wildflowers on your skin. He had so many words on the tip of his tongue, and he started to lose track of what he had even told you.
He was all lips and hands and praising as you came for him, again. And when you turned to face him, back against the tile and eyes wide, you pulled him to you. Then you kissed him until he was ready to keep begging you for more.
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After Bradley dried you off and took you into his bedroom, he pulled out a well worn Top Gun tee shirt and some gym shorts for you to wear. He was just strutting around naked, looking hotter than sin as he tightened the drawstring of the shorts for you. "Since your dress is covered in cum and icing," he said, kissing your cheek while you laughed. 
"It was a kitchen casualty, and I don't mind at all," you replied, frowning a little bit when he pulled on some underwear. 
"Yeah, well," he grunted, "I'm not complaining about how tonight ended up."
"I was really mad at you when I got here, and since then, we've had sex multiple times," you said blandly. 
He linked his fingers with yours. "Thank you for listening to me. I'm not gonna hurt you again, Princess."
"You better not." He tugged on your hand and took you back to the kitchen, which was actually a mess. But when you started to clean up, Bradley shook his head.
"Absolutely not." He flipped on his fancy coffee maker and then grabbed a first aid kit from under the sink. "Come here." You sat on his left thigh as he took the time to carefully examine your right arm, pausing now and then to kiss your fingers. "It looks pretty good. I hope it doesn't scar," he said looking up at you with a very serious expression. "I can't believe this is my fault."
You kissed him and shook your head. "I don't care if it scars. And it's not like you forced Meredith to be a flaming bitch."
He just grunted and very gently rubbed first aid cream onto your scrapes before taping some fresh gauze into place. He actually did a pretty good job.
"You're my favorite nurse," you whispered, and then he laughed. 
"You're my favorite nurse, Princess." 
He set you down on the chair and brought you a vanilla latte in a mug that said I Like to Wing It. And then he proceeded to steal so many sips that you said, "Next time, make two, Daddy."
"Next time," he murmured, kissing you until you knew you had to leave before you just didn't.
"I should go," you told him, standing with the mug.
"You should stay," he replied, taking the mug from you and swallowing hard. "Please?"
Your eyes fluttered closed. "I want to, but I don't think we should get into a habit of that. Not right now."
He sighed and dipped his head down. "Someday, I'm going to want you to stay, and I'm never going to want you to leave."
You met his eyes and told him, "That sounds good to me, Daddy."
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Hey, no cliffhanger! It's all out in the open now. Lord knows what he was close to telling her in the shower. Hope you enjoy your fic, @beyondthesefourwalls And thank you @mak-32 !
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lazycats-stuff · 2 months
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(Kind of self projecting sorry lol) SO! BabyBat has an upset stomach but Bruce's too anxious about giving him medicine because can his baby stomach handle those chemicals? Insert Alfred rolling up his sleeves "give him here master Bruce" a tired Bruce just hands him over without question and watches as alfred and baby head to the kitchen and suddenly...baby stopped crying? Bruce walks into the kitchen seeing flower stems on the counter and Alfred standing there with a sleeping baby "...How?" "Rosewater master Bruce, i made and fed him Rosewater" Not sure how to end this but basically BabyBat would only drink Rosewater from now on and Bruce has to upgrade his gardening game ,Alfred always has already-made Rosewater so his Grandson is always hydrated and the rest of batbros are just like "hell yeah my brother's too fancy for regular water" I hope you except my request and thank u! I love u
Oh no, I hope you are doing better now. Either way, this is an Alfred thing to do. Thank you for the love too.❤️
Summary: Alfred knows what to do.
Warnings: Alfred knows what to do, Bruce is tired, boys love their brother, but they want peace, fluff all in all.
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Taking care of a baby is difficult, even for Alfred. Bruce and him had joined forces for (Y/N). The boys have also agreed to help whenever they could. It was exhausting to take care of a little baby. Bruce and Alfred were sleep deprived at this point and the boys took care of their little brother while the two recovered slightly.
It felt nice to have a presence of a baby here, despite the chaos that a baby brings. (Y/N) was an easy baby as long there was a routine for him. Feed him on time, change his diaper regularly, put him down for a nap on time...
All of the basics essentially.
Oh, not to forget, (Y/N) was often held in someone's arms. Whether it be Damian's, Dick's, Jason's or Tim's, (Y/N) was happy to be in their arms. Bruce was (Y/N)'s favorite none the less. Who wouldn't love being held by their father?
But, it seems that (Y/N) had medical problems. Bruce took him to the pediatrician to see what's going on. It seems that it was (Y/N)'s stomach and Bruce got some medication for it, but he was worried. Bruce believed in medicine, don't get me wrong, but... Will (Y/N)'s poor tummy will be able to handle it?
Bruce has tried everything he could to soothe his son, his anxiety preventing him from giving him the meds. How can he know that the chemicals won't make it worst? Again, he believes in modern medicine, but his baby is...
He doesn't want to hurt his son more. Alfred and everyone else tried to help, but (Y/N) was just in too much pain to even think about calming down for a single second. Jason was sure that (Y/N)'s voice will be lost in a few more hours and Damian wanted to die.
Dick and Tim tried, but nothing worked. At all. Nothing. Tim was exhausted and Dick was going to snap soon. Very much soon. Damian and Titus were out of the manor for these couple of hours and Jason went to the Batcave.
Alfred, all of a sudden got an idea. Going to the garden, he got some roses and has decided to make some rosewater for (Y/N). He cleaned the flowers in the kitchen and then put the in a pot before submerging the petals underneath the water. He put it on low heat and let it simmer for now. He put a lid over it and sighed as he heard (Y/N) crying.
He waited and checked on the petals and smiled when he saw that the petals lost color. He turned the heat off and moved the pot away, allowing it to cool down completely. (Y/N) can't drink hot water. And it would be a nice alternative to the medicine that Bruce is so anxious about giving to (Y/N). The worry is understandable, babies are more fragile than toddlers and older kids so giving them harsh medicine is not a good idea.
Alfred turned on the radio and removed the lid from the pot. He could hear Bruce's voice trying to shush his son, but (Y/N) was still crying from the pain. Alfred waited patiently as he poured himself some whiskey.
Did he love his grandson more than life? Yes, but sometimes, alcohol was important to soothe the headache the crying might have caused. He slowly sipped his whiskey as he waited for the water to cool down. Jason and Damian came down to eat something and Alfred pointed at the leftovers in the fridge.
" What's in the pot Alfred? " Damian asked as the took a container of food to heat it up.
" You'll see soon. I'm just waiting for it to cool down. "
" Is it for (Y/N)? " Jason asked as he looked at the food in the fridge. " Please tell me it's for him.
" It is. " Alfred said and took another sip of his whiskey. Damian and Jason sighed in relief.
" Thank God. " Damian said as he started heating up his food. Jason smiled as he waited for his turn.
" What's in the pot though? " Jason asked as he peered over to look at the pot.
" Some rose water. It's great for the stomach. " Alfred explained and Jason nodded as he looked down to look at the water more intently.
" Since when do we have roses in the garden? " Jason asked as he started heating his own food up and Damian sat down and started eating his food.
" Since forever master Jason. " Alfred said as he finished his whiskey.
Jason nodded and took his food out of the microwave and started eating.
After 20 minutes, the water has cooled down and Jason and Damian have left the kitchen. Alfred rolled up his sleeves and went to the living room, with Bruce still soothing his son. Bruce was tired and Alfred was sure that Bruce's ears were going to start bleeding in a few minutes.
" Hand him over master Bruce. " Alfred said and Bruce gladly gave (Y/N) to Alfred and he just closed his eyes and relaxed, the sound of (Y/N) crying moving further away from him. He kept them closed until there was silence.
Why was there silence?
Bruce opened his eyes and went into the kitchen where he found Alfred, with a sleeping (Y/N) in his arms. How the hell was (Y/N) sleeping?
" Alfred? What did you do? " Bruce asked as he looked around. Why were on the counter stems... Were those rose stems? Alfred chuckled at the confusion that Bruce was exhibiting.
" Rosewater master Bruce. " Alfred said, giving him a very short answer.
Bruce was still confused and Alfred chuckled once more. " I fed him some rosewater. " Alfred explained and Bruce nodded. Whatever it was, it helped (Y/N) out and Bruce wasn't going to question it at all.
" Huh. Thank God for the rosewater I guess. "
" Yes, it's a more natural remedy. I know you were anxious about giving the medicine to master (Y/N), so I remembered this recipe. "
" Alfred, did I ever tell you that you are the most important member of the family? " Bruce asked as he walked closer to his beloved son, caressing his little cheek.
" All the time master Bruce. "
" Good. " Bruce said as he leaned down to kiss (Y/N)'s head and the little boy slowly reached for his father. Bruce took him into his arms and allowed him to rest in his arms.
Dick and Tim popped their hands in happy and relieved that their brother was not in pain anymore. And that he wasn't ruining their hearing anymore.
" Is he okay? " Tim asked quietly and Alfred nodded. Dick sighed in relief and put a hand over his heart.
" Thank God. It's nice to have a silent manor for once. " Dick joked and everyone chuckled. That much was true.
" Well, it's great that our brother is not in pain anymore. " Tim said and walked closer to his baby brother, just observing him.
" Thank you Alfred. " Dick said and Alfre laughed. Bruce rolled his eyes with a fond smile.
After the discovery of rose water, (Y/N) refused to drink anything else. Thankfully, Alfred started feeding him some solid foods so he wasn't going to be hungry. But it was funny the first time (Y/N) refused to drink anything that wasn't rosewater.
Bruce was confused, but Alfred already had batches of water prepared for his grandson. (Y/N) needs to be hydrated. Bruce sighed as he drank his coffee, looking at the garden outside. He needed to call a gardener to plant more roses in the garden...
He glanced back at his son who was happily drinking his water, with Alfred holding the bottle.
The four older brothers walked in for breakfast and they all laughed.
" (Y/N) is so fancy. " Tim said laughing as he made his way to the coffee pot and the cereal cabinet.
" More than you B. " Dick joked and Bruce rolled his eyes with a smile.
" Yes, (Y/N) is a true Wayne. All Waynes are fancy in their own right. " Damian confirmed and Bruce just kept smiling at the banter that was going on here.
" You do know that you have up your gardening skills, right old man? " Jason teased and laughed behind his coffee mug. (Y/N) really did bring everyone together.
" I'll call the gardener the moment I'm in office. " Bruce declared and everyone nodded and started eating in peace. This is a very nice and calm morning for their standards.
" Is it just me or (Y/N) brought us all together? " Jason asked and everyone paused for a moment.
" You are right. " Dick said first and everyone followed with either nods or soft murmurs of agreement.
Jason walked up to Alfred and (Y/N) who finished his bottle of rosewater and picked his brother up in his arms. " My little brother is so fancy. " Jason said as he rocked his little brother, who in turn was shrieking with laughter.
Everyone smiled even more. This morning is really nice. And (Y/N) is a glue that keeps this family close and together.
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phoenixblaze1412 · 4 months
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HCs for reader and Dottore who have a child pls? - 🐓
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Having a child of his own was a topic that Dottore rarely talks about. He already has his segments of different timelines and ages, why would he need a child when he can create a child segment of himself?
During Pregnancy
Dottore didn't expect for you to waltz into his lab, hug him from behind and suddenly announce that you're pregnant with him going to be a father soon. Even the segments stopped working on their tasks as they stared at you in shock.
You were shocked to see the doctor faint and fell to the floor, the vials he was holding shattered when he dropped it. You were panicking the whole day while the segments reassured you that Dottore will be fine.
The news of your pregnancy eventually reached the ears of the other harbingers. Most of them congratulated you while some, Pantalone mostly, just teased Dottore at how a mad scientist like him could be able to create an infant properly instead of creating it in a lab.
Regrator even gifted him with books like 'Parenting 101', 'How to care for an infant', 'How to be a good father and husband'. Dottore was definitely pissed about it.
The whole pregnancy progress actually went smoothly. With your husband as a doctor and scientist himself, he immediately has a medicine for any pain or cramps that you are feeling.
The only thing Dottore couldn't handle well was your cravings and mood swings.
Sure he experiments on a lot of things, humans and machines for example. But he doesn't experiment on meals. He and his segments could only watch in shock as you eat a Jueyun Chili popsicle. You literally just froze the damn ingredient and stuck a popsicle stick on it.
"Are you sure you're supposed to be eating something spicy while pregnant? I don't think that's good for the baby, love."
"If you don't shut the fuck up, I will stick this up your ass."
He immediately turned and walked away when he saw you bite a large chunk of the food, proving you weren't bluffing. He decided to just let you be, you would come to him later and ask for affection anyways.
Whenever Dottore is busy and can't be by your side, Pantalone is there to be your company at the time. Pantalone would literally spoil you, if you ask him anything you want, he only need to snap his fingers and you immediately get the thing you asked. Dottore didn't liked it though.
"Come now, doctor. She told me you weren't letting her have what she wants most of the time."
"That's because I'm doing it for both her and the baby's health. Besides, she is my wife, Regrator. Go fuck someone and make them pregnant then you'll come to experience what I'm going through."
During Labor
When your time for labor came, Dottore was the one to personally help you deliver the baby. He doesn't trust any other doctors or midwifes. Besides, his segments are also there to assist him.
What he didn't expect though is for you to crack Delta's fingers from gripping too hard. Strangled Gamma when he encouraged and told you how easy it is to just push the baby, when it's not. Even punched Alpha to the gut when he tried to calm you down. Omega and Theta had to hold you down by grabbing each of your arm so you wouldn't hurt anymore segment.
What surprised him even more was when you yelled out curses and threats towards him.
"Just one more push, darling."
"I'm already pushing you fucking cocksucker! If you weren't such a whining bitch, I wouldn't be in much pain! I'll fucking chop your fucking dick off and feed it to the rishboland tigers!"
Dottore could only stand in shock as he held the baby in his hands. He knows he's supposed to be happy since he's holding his child in his arms but your threat made him froze in fear and possibly traumatized.
Epsilon and Sigma gently took the crying infant in his grasp before cutting off the umbilical cord and went to clean the blood off.
In the end, both you and Dottore were tired from the whole event but you two happily held your newborn baby.
Aftermath
Your child was loved by not just the segments, but the entire fatui harbingers as well. Pierro and Pulcinella becoming the grandfathers while the rest of the members are either the aunts or the uncles.
Dottore actually did read the books Pantalone gave him and surprisingly, he's doing great.
Whenever you or Dottore are busy, Dottore would let a segment or two babysit your child. He doesn't trust his fellow harbingers when it comes to taking care of his kid.
One time he let Arlecchino babysit, he came back to see both her and Columbina dressing up your child like it was a doll. It was cute, from what the damselette said, but he prefer his child wearing the same color palette as his.
He is not going to let 'Uncle Childe' babysit. He could already tell that the ginger war freak would try to teach your infant how to hold a weapon at a young age.
You had to convince your husband to not be too overprotective of your child and let the others at least spend a bit of time with 'mini Dottore', Sandrone was the one who gave the nickname.
Your baby's first word was 'Lonnie'. Both you and Dottore had to chase Pantalone around the palace for him being your child's first words instead of Mama or Dada. Luckily their second word was Dada, you were a bit disappointed it wasn't you.
Your child has Dottore's soft, blue, curly hair meanwhile their eye color was the same shade as yours. The only problem was they had the same sharp teeth as your husband. You had to endure all the biting from both your child and husband.
Dottore would be the one who teach your child how to read and learn. He lets you teach them how to write, his own handwriting is barely understandable and he doesn't even have the patience for it.
You have a family picture of you three and another with all the segments placed on your bedside drawer.
There was another time where you and Dottore let the segments take care of your child while you both go out to the city and enjoy dinner together.
You both came back to see your child asleep in Omega's arms while the other segments were trying to wipe away the colorful doodles your child drew on their faces.
Since Dottore is the last one to go to bed due to him wanting to finish his work for the day, he would expect to see you and your child on the bed asleep already.
He would lay down beside you, your child in the comfort of your arms as you both dozed off to sleep. Dottore could only smile and place a kiss on both of your foreheads before wrapping his arms around your figure and pulling you and your child close to him.
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dirtyvulture · 6 months
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Natasha Romanoff x Reader*
18+ only, read at your own risk
Requested by an imposter anon: My birthday is tomorrow august 26 and I was wondering if you could do a sub!gp!reader dom!Natasha having passionate sex in the shower then as the get dressed in their room they get caught up in a make out session and things escalate on the bed 😖
-🐀 (AN: NOT ACTUALLY 🐀 ANON)
AN: I can't believe I was conned into writing this thinking it was for my 🐀 anon. :(
*Reader has a penis, no pronouns used.
You're caught in a trance watching the droplets of water slide down Natasha's perfect body. She laughs at your ogling, leaning forward to press her lips against yours. Her wet breasts brush against your chest and you can't help moaning into her mouth, nervously pushing some of your weight against her until she backs under the spray of the shower again.
"Come and take me, baby," Natasha whispers, peering up at you with her green eyes dark and swirling with lust. You grip her right thigh in your hand, hitching it up and around your waist, bumping your hips forward until your cock makes contact with her center.
"I love you so much, Nat," you tell her for the thousandth time. But it's the truth and you always want her to know how much she means to you. Your heart is pounding against your chest as you rub your cock through her soaking folds, feeling the heat of her center against you.
"I love you too," she responds, her hands resting on your lower back and pulling you towards you. "Now come on and make me see stars."
You eagerly line your cock up with her opening and push inside, pausing to enjoy the tightness and warmth of her wrapped around you. With some reserve, you thrust your hips back and forth, clenching your abs to keep the both of you steady. Natasha's nails dig into your back and her moans echo in the shower stall.
"Right there, baby. Harder. Just like that," she instructs, and you are hopelessly devoted to pleasuring her exactly as she wants. You angle your hips to piston into her sensitive spot, practically salivating as you watch her come undone against you. Her walls are spastic around you, purposely clenching and squeezing until you feel like you can't breathe.
"Don't cum," she warns. "This is for me, remember?"
"Yes, ma'am," you respond, your stomach burning with disappointment. It takes a few more deep strokes before Natasha is cumming around you, and you have to bite your lip to hold back your own orgasm.
Natasha pulls you out of of her and doesn't say anything as the two of you finish your shower. Your cock is still completely hard and standing at full attention, making it difficult to ignore as you step out and towel off. You follow Natasha into the bedroom, grudgingly reaching for your boxers and slipping them on, sighing internally at the massive tent at your front, when Natasha suddenly turns and jumps into your arms.
You catch her easily and stagger back to land on the bed, her lips firmly attached to yours as she practically devours you.
"I want another," she demands, tearing your boxers back off and gripping your cock in her hand, stroking it roughly but you're already so close to release you almost spill right there.
"Okay," you say dumbly, still too afraid to ask if she'll reward you for your good behavior. Instinctively, you part your legs in a V to let Natasha lie between them and her stomach purposely brushes against the tip of your cock, causing a fire to stoke in your belly again.
Her lips trail down your neck, sucking hard bruises on your skin. Your hand tangles in her hair, your hips bucking up as she grips you even tighter, the stimulation from earlier and now almost more than you can handle. Natasha sits back on your thighs, smiling at the marks she left on you.
"Please Nat," you beg, "Can I cum?"
"Inside of me," she says, and before you even have a chance to comprehend her words, she slips you inside of her and slams down against your thighs. Your back arches off the bed and you scrabble at her waist desperately, your cock milked once more in her velvet warmth.
"Oh God--Nat--I--" you stammer out, your hips moving pathetically out of rhythm. Natasha strokes your stomach to calm you, but it's a lost cause as you're too worked up from earlier to exercise much control. You blow in a few hard spurts, your muscles clenching as you release inside of her, only after wondering if she's upset because you didn't warn her.
Natasha pulls you out of her in a sticky mess and your cheeks heat up as you stutter out a weak apology.
"I think you'll need another shower," she says, taking your hand and pulling you back up.
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buckyalpine · 7 months
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You know how I keep proposing ideas, then adding it to my wips and then I stare at it while it stares at me. Heres another. I'm so sorry. Swear this will end in fluff, you'll just suffer in between. So imagine the most angstiest angst where Bucky gets married and has a child with his sweetheart before he’s sent to war. He's loved her his whole life and now they have a little one together; nothing could be more perfect. He promises he'll be back safe and sound with a kiss to her forehead and plenty of kisses for his baby girl.
Until Hydra captures him and turns him into the Winter Soldier. His first mission is to eliminate any familial ties. He doesn't feel anything when he pulls the trigger. He's successful and carries out hundreds of others kills, each searing itself in some part of his brain but he's constantly wiped before he can piece anything together.
But then he's rescued and he has to pick up the broken fragments of his memories and its too much of a fog for him to understand. At the very least he has his best friend by his side again and he's slowly starting to remember.
His first question is about his sweet y/n and his little girl.
His happiness is short-lived when Steve doesn't say anything. Bucky doesn't understand why he avoids his gaze, why he suddenly looks so distraught. No amount of pleading or begging works, his best friend doesn't breathe a word, asking Bucky to please let things be.
To learn to live with the way things were.
He can't do that though. He needs answers. When the team is away on a mission, he find a way to get into his records that SHIELD kept on him, wondering if they ever had anything on file about his life before he was captured. Every single detail about who he was before the war to after is written with details and camera footage.
He doesn't move from where he's seated, a blank expression on his face while everyone returns. Steve approaches Bucky first, worried about why the soldier looked so pale as if he'd aged 10 years in the past 3 days.
"I killed them?" His broken whisper of a voice breaks Steve's heart when he sees the file Bucky was looking at, a picture of him, his little girl on his shoulders and wife all smiling at the camera. The sheet he's clutching onto has their names along with deceased written write across the sheet.
Bucky is inconsolable.
His dreams are no longer about others he has killed. He's flooded with memories of her; the soft ivory dress she wore on their wedding day, the baby pink lace she had on when he undressed her that same night, the scent of her perfume, the sound of her laugh, the kicks of their baby, the sound of her happy squeals when he blew raspberries onto her chubby cheeks.
Those happy memories are quickly replaced with her pleading for him to remember. To just remember at least once.
Jamie, it's me, please, m'your y/n, Bucky, don't-
D-daddy?
Baby, go to your room-Bucky no-
Mama!
Please, not Bella, James, you love her baby, you love us- please remember me-
I-I love you
The pain of Bucky's cries are too much for anyone to handle. They're a different type of sadness. So much so, even Tony's starting to worry when he doesn't see Bucky for days on end. He begs to be put back in cyro, to have his memories wiped, to have his brain fried, anything to forget. He doesn't care about the pain, he just wants it all to end.
Imagine theres a mission that involves time travel. Steve and Sam stand on the platform, ready to enter the portal, setting their timers for a specific date in the past. When Sam catches Steve adding another date without telling him, he quietly adds it on his suit as well, piecing what the Captain plans on doing.
The mission takes a little longer than anticipated. Steve is surprised when Sam is beside him when he travels back to the 40's, the both of them now with a new mission in mind, alternating the future be damned. If they had a chance to give Bucky the life he deserved again, they would do it. Bucky doesn't ask for much. In fact he never asked for anything. He deserved this.
Imagine the shock everyone gets when the portal opens up at the compound and there are now 4 people on the platform. Steve, Sam, a woman and a little girl no older than 2. She's dressed in a simple dotted dress, still wearing an apron around her waist while her baby stays clinging around her, tucking her face into her mommas neck.
Imagine the way Bucky would collapse with her when he sees his family again, crying endlessly being able to hold his wife and child, something he thought he'd lost forever. Everyone gives the little family some privacy while he hugs and kisses them, cuddling them to his chest, still right on the lab floor. Explanations for everything can wait, right now he can't believe he has his angels back.
Imagine the way they'd fall asleep that night, sleeping in bed for once, now that he's reunited with his y/n and his Bella.
imagine the endless love he'd make to her while Bella spends time with her God Fathers, aka all the Avenger men.
Imagine she's pregnant soon after and they can continue being a family in the present, doing all the things they always dreamed of.
Anyway, just a thought.
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sweethoneycn · 4 months
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Sugar Daddy III
⚠️MDNI⚠️
Plot: Jake has been a mess around you. He was hardly able to keep his hands off of you. But you knew this was dangerous and reckless and.. oh so good. He batted his eyes and pouted his lip and that won you over every time, but was this going to be enough? Was this all worth it?
Word count: 6k
Comments: I KNOW.. I know. this is long overdue. Honestly I just hope you guys like it.
Warnings: hair pulling, daddy kink, female receiving, oral, slapping, dom Jake, sub reader, cheating, lots of angst
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You’re awoken in the night, goosebumps raising on your skin as calloused fingers glide down your arm. Slowly coming out of the sleep that consumed you, you stretch your arms above your head and turn on your back. Only to be met with the eyes of a hungry man. Jake. 
You huff, running your hand down your face. It was close to impossible to not be frustrated with him, but it's in the middle of the night and he's here when he's supposed to be with his family. His wife.  Irked about the thought, you sit up on your elbows, to which he moves and sits back on the edge of your bed. You were met with silence when you needed an explanation and it only frustrated you further. 
“Jake..” you mumble. “Why are you here?”. If there was nothing telling about his reason for being there, his expression didn't help at all. It was as if he were in pain. Almost like the thought of him not being able to stay away, hurt him just as much. Either way it wasn't the time to sit and figure it out, unfortunately you weren't a mind reader. 
“If you're not gonna say anything then you should leave” you stand to your feet but don't make it far when he stops you. Grabbing your wrist and pulling you into him. He rested his head just below your breasts, wrapping his arms around your waist and keeping you cemented to his body. Not knowing what to do with your hands - or the sudden intrusion, you rest them on his shoulders. The room is silent with only the subtle sound of your breathing. 
He speaks, or rather mumbles. “I just need you right now” lowering your head, you respond. “I can't hear you, Jake”. Suddenly he lifts his head, looking you dead in the eyes. His expression is unchanging and probably filled with more agony than you expected. “Can we just stay like this? Please?” 
The mind games were becoming something you couldn't handle. It was difficult enough running around the village knowing you’re currently fucking a married man. The Olo’eyktan rather. So, it didn't help when he did things like this. Most days it was at least bearable and a little too easy to hide the facts. But then he goes and does this, making it all too real. Shoving his shoulders back lightly, you push away from him. 
“I can't do this right now”. You say, turning your back to him. He stands to his feet, grabbing your inner arm and spinning you around. He crashes his mouth into yours, pushing his tongue past your lips, breaking every boundary you've tried to set.  His large hands engulf your head, keeping you in place as he devours you. At first you fought against him, pushing your hands into his chest, only he didn't falter. He barely budged. And then you began to melt as you always did. Working your lips with him as your hands come up and tangle in his hair. Bending his knees, he slid his hands down your waist, to the back of your knees and hoists your legs around his waist. Before you know it, you're being placed on your bed with him between your legs as he attacked every exposed area or your skin. 
“Jake..” you moan. He looks up at you, traveling down your core, getting dangerously close to your pussy. 
He says hoarsely. “Yes, baby?” planting a soft, wet kiss above your navel as he holds eye contact. Your breath catches in your throat while you watch, your throat suddenly becoming too dry to speak. He notices, and he smiles. He fucking smiles because he knows exactly what hes doing to you. He starts to go lower and you let him, watching as your legs part naturally. Your head falls back against the soft bed, your eyes glued to the ceiling as you try to focus on other things. Finding a string hanging from the roof, you decide that that was going to be your saving grace. Until a fat, wet tongue separates your thick folds. You moan, loudly - your head shooting up to watch. Moaning into your pussy, Jake works your clit, rubbing tight little circles against the sensitive bud. To make things worse, he's watching you. To see how quickly he can make you come undone on his tongue. It was like a sick game to him. A game that you had no intention of being a part of. Initially at least. But now, he was the headmaster and you were just a piece in his game. 
He flattens his tongue and slides it over your hole, coming back up only to flick it off the top of your clit. The motion has you panting, and your belly curling as you meet his licks with your hips. He does this repeatedly until you're on the edge, allowing you to set the pace with your hips. 
“You’re gonna come” he states. And it wasn't a question. He can see it all over your face and in your body how hard you were going to unravel. So he doesnt stop, he keeps going. Wrapping his lips around your swollen bud and sucking lightly. Bringing his hands up he grabs your perked nipples between his fingers and tugs softly, just enough to send a shock right to your core. 
“Oh!” you moan.  Unable to form words at this point as he sucks a little harder, flicking his tongue at the same time. 
“Come” he demands, breaking suction briefly. “Come all over daddy's tongue baby”. 
And you do, you come hard as you scream his name. Trapping his head between your legs as your pussy convulsed around nothingness. Oh, how you wished it was his cock. 
He moans into your pussy, still sucking. You attempt to shove him out from in between your legs, because at this point the overstimulation was becoming too much - but he keeps you there. Holding your hips down as he sucks hard on your pussy. You cry out, bucking your hips one last time. And just when you didn't think it was possible, you come again. Jerking and moaning in a way you didn't recognize. It was almost animalistic and if it didn't feel so good, borderline embarrassing. He looks up at you, finally breaking the suction as your legs fall heavily to the side, bringing himself up to his knees. Placing one hand on each side of your waist, he comes down on you, giving you a wet and sloppy kiss. Pushing all of your sweet juices down your throat. 
“See how fuckin’ good you taste?” he says, coming back to kiss you again, touching every part of your tongue with his, while you turn to jelly beneath him. 
And just like that, as if there were never a thought in the world about why you couldn't be with him. He reeled you back in with a hard metal chain around your throat. But the worst of all, was that you didn't mind that chain. It felt more like home than a prison. Despite the person who controlled it. Your situation with Jake was far more complicated than words could explain, but right now in this moment as you lay soaking wet and throbbing, with the sweet taste of your sex in your mouth. None of that mattered. The reality of it would hit you sooner rather than later, just as it always does. So why not let this feel good. Why not allow yourself to be controlled when deep down that's all you've ever wanted with him. Frankly you made that decision the moment you chose to sleep in his bed rather than Lo’ak’s. The decision had already been made when you let him come inside you in the forest, It was already too late for self pity. 
Rolling out from underneath him, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand; keeping your back turned to him out of fear of seeing his expression. Grabbing your shall off the back of your chair, you throw it around your shoulders and walk to your door. Jake watched you intently, having no clue what was going through your head, or why you chose to get up and walk away from him. Despite all his lingering questions, he kept silent. Opening the flap to your hut, you turn to him, your head downcast as the guilt slowly starts to creep in. 
“Please leave” you say. His eyes pop out of his head in confusion. 
“What? Why?” he asks. Unsure how to handle your rejection or even understand where it's coming from. 
“Jake, please just go” 
He stands to his feet, his arms outstretched at his sides. Silently sending you a plea. 
“We're not doing this again y/n” he steps closer. “For fucks sake stop shutting me out” 
For a moment his words stuck with you. For a moment you wanted to forget the fact that you were doomed. You wanted to forget the fact that his wife would quite literally murder you if she ever found out about what you were doing behind her back. This was wrong - but you hated how good it felt. You couldn't help but wonder why the worst things for you, bring so much pleasure. 
Having no more reason to sit like this with him in your face, you make a quick decision. 
“This is my hut, and I want you to leave. '' Your voice shook like a leaf and you only hoped that he didn't catch on to the lack of confidence that you displayed. He steps closer, breaking the space between you until he is standing right in front of you. He touches your cheek with this thumb, so softly that you couldn’t have imagined it being there, it sent an obvious shiver down your spine. 
“You want me to leave?” he whispers, his voice strong and taunting. Watching your trembling lips. Delivering an audible gulp you nod your head all while avoiding eye contact. Another indicator that you were full of shit. He leans down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as his hand slowly slides down the inside of your waist. He whispers. 
“I don't believe you”. Warm air brushes against your neck as he slowly plants a kiss to your skin. Shutting your eyes, you remain still. Standing your ground, regardless of how you felt. He stands up to his full height, looking at you as you keep your eyes glued shut. He lets out a loud sigh and steps away, his hand reaching for the door flap. Moving out of his way, you step away from the entrance with your back to him. He was just about to leave before he stopped for a moment to look at your back. 
“Family dinner tonight, everyone is expecting you to be there” he pauses for a moment, waiting for a response. “Including me” he follows up. Only to be met with silence. 
Putting his head down he says firmly. 
“Come, or dont come. The fuck does it matter anymore. You clearly have your mind made up”. 
Fuming by his nasty comment that was completely uncalled for, you were prepared to give him a piece of your mind but when you finally decided to turn around, he was gone. The flap to your hut slowly blows in the morning breeze, sunrise just now creeping through the trees. To your surprise this disappointed you, almost as if you wanted him to stay and fight. To convince you to let go and allow this to happen. But who were you kidding? This whole situation just proved to you why this can’t continue. So you just hoped that finally, you could both move on. Only you don't know how wrong you truly are. 
You spent all morning and afternoon keeping yourself away from your “family”. When Kiri came by looking for a rope to borrow, you profess to be asleep rather than speaking to her. Because you knew that pretending to be normal around her wouldn't work. Somehow she knew everything, and if you were trying to hide something, she would figure it out. 
Hiding out for the day worked, but the sun began to set far too quickly for you. Eclipse meant dinner time and dinner time meant the Sully’s - which was not something that you were prepared for. But you knew sooner or later that they would begin to grow suspicious of your actions, especially Lo’ak and Neteyam. You were all so close and you couldn't help but think that your absence had begun to cross their minds. 
Swallowing the horse pill that were your thoughts, you decide what better time to pretend for once that everything in fact is normal. To sit with the family that took you in when you had no one. To laugh and giggle with the boys you grew up with. Braiding Tuk’s hair while Kiri put new beads in yours. It hurt to sit and think of these moments, the moments that were ripped away the second you laid your head down with a man that was forbidden. One part of you hates the fact that you will never have another ‘normal’ moment with him and his family but the other part of you doesn’t care and hopes that it changed for the better. But even in a perfect world it comes with consequences, and too bad that this world was far from perfect. 
Looking out the door you see that the eclipse had set and it was time to make your way to the Sully’s. Chalking it up you waste no more time, fixing your hair because why not, and heading out of your hut. 
The air was cold and sharp, making you wrap your arms around yourself to keep warm. The chill was eerie considering it was in the middle of summer and this wasn’t typical weather for this time of year. You almost couldn't help but think it was a bad omen for attending this dinner. Either way you continued along the path to their family hut, hoping and praying to Eywa that this would be the least painful encounter ever. 
Your heart started to pound when the large six person home started to appear behind the thick brush in the forest. Your palms sweat the closer you got, your throat thick and closing as it dried up. 
“Deep breath y/n” you whisper to yourself. “Deep breath” 
Standing in front of the door, you fiddle with your fingers. Trying to think of every possible excuse as to why you couldn't attend. Turning around you take a deep breath, closing your eyes. 
You didn't know why but you began to count. 
One.. two, three 
“Just.. open the door” 
One.. Fuck, two…. Thre- 
Before you could think of the last number the hut door flew open behind you. Jumping at the sudden sound you turn to find Neteyam standing in the doorway. A look of concern on his face. You attempt to fix your expression, flashing him a weak smile. 
“Hey sis..” he says casually. Stepping towards you on the porch. 
“Aren't you coming in?” 
Subconsciously you take a step back, which didn't go unnoticed by Neteyam. His smile falls and he steps back, looking at you as if he were hurt and confused. 
This isn't how this is supposed to be. Neteyam isn't the problem and really, he was your best friend. And you were neglecting him. Trying to break the tension, you laugh. Stepping into him to pinch his nipple. Something you did to him when you were younger and much stronger. But that all changed when he became a man. 
“Twisted nip!” you shout, running past him into the common area. He laughs, caught off guard but not completely unexpected. It actually made him smile to see you goof around in the way that you usually do considering he hasn't seen you, let alone spent time with you. He chases you inside and you could feel him on your heels, heavy with his steps and quick as always. Giggling you turn to be met with a hard chest and strong hands gripping your arms. Looking up you lock eyes with Neteyam, his face unusually close to yours. He was panting and smiling down at you as he held you in place. His hot breath brushing across your cold skin from the night air. 
You stared up at his big yellow eyes and he stared down at yours. You could hear his heartbeat, it was loud and wonton. 
This was strange and wrong and the last thing that you needed was to involve yourself with Jake's son. It was bad enough that you and his father have done forbidden things, you didn't need double trouble with a dad and son scenario. Usually physical touch from him didn't make you bat and eye, but this time was different. It felt good. Keeping eye contact with him you flinch, noticing his face getting closer to yours. Your eyes darted from his lips, to his eyes that were now heavy. 
“What the fuck is happening?!” 
You thought to yourself, screaming internally and panicking at how close he was to you. You should not be able to smell him, to feel his heartbeat, to feel his touch. But even despite all that, you didn't move. As his face got closer you didnt move. Closing your eyes softly you hold your breath, wishing this moment away, bracing yourself for impact. 
A throat clears from behind you, causing Neteyam to jump and let you go. He steps back, wiping his sweaty palms on his thighs, coughing loudly at the sudden intrusion. He stood frozen as if his eyes were going to fall straight from their sockets. 
“Dad!” he says. Backing away from you. 
You turn, only to be met with Jake holding a large bowl of unshelled telu. 
Your favorite. 
He looks between you and his son, trying to decipher what it was that he just walked in on. Neteyam audibly gulps, coming up to stand next to you. 
“Telu.. y/n its your favorite” Neteyam says. Quickly changing the subject. His aura changed as his father watched him. Staying silent as he grilled into his son. Neteyam could sense the tension and turns to you.
“Sis.. it's good to see you, I'm gonna go help mom with the rest of the meal” he turns to Jake. “Dad,” he says flatly as he dismisses himself. Jake looks to you, searching for an answer but you just dropped your head because there wasn't one. You and Neteyam almost kissed, it was exactly what it looked like, it wasn't like you were going to come out and say it. Taking your silence for face value, Jake walks past you into the separate cooking area of the hut. The only place in the whole home that was completely separate from the rest. It was where the dishes were prepped and the trash was disposed of. You know now why Jake has a large bowl of telu in his hands. He must have been the one to orchestrate the dinner. 
You turn to walk into the family room but are stopped by your name being called. 
“Y/n can you give me a hand please?” Jake calls to you. Shaking your head you reluctantly made your way through the beaded curtain. Finding Jake standing at the tall wooden island as he shelled telu. Walking over to the side of him, you take a hand full and begin to assist him. Peeling and de-veining the insect.The room was silent as you both said nothing, only the sound of the shells falling to the ground filled the void around you. 
Jake didn't even steal a glance your way, he was too focused on preparing the food properly. So you thought, great. He's finally let off and realized that it would never work between the two of you. There may have been a little light at the end of the tunnel. That was until you're being shoved up against the wall, being held back by strong arms. When you look up, the wind knocks out of you, you’re met with the fiery gaze of a man who's had enough. Whose demons got the better of them and they couldn't give a shit where their decisions get them. 
Struggling against him you shove his chest. “Get off.. What are you doing? Anyone coul-” you say in a hushed tone. But he cuts you off, ignoring you, burning holes into your head as he breathes deeply. Still struggling against him. 
“Jake” 
“Stay still” he demands. Brushing a stay piece of hair off of your forehead and behind your ear. He lowers his head slowly, brushing his lips against your jaw. In response your breathing becomes ragged. It was impossible to be complacent. You were never able to control yourself with him once he started. Which is why he always finished. 
“Tell me what that was about, with Neteyam” he whispers into your ear. Sending an obvious shiver down your spine. His actions confused you, trailing his rough hands all the way up the sides of your waist, making sure to apply the perfect amount of pressure. Was he trying to punish you? Or fuck you. Whatever the answer was, the way he touched you made no sense. 
“I-it's nothing.. He was ju-” he cuts you off mid sentence, nipping at your ear. He growls. “Don't lie to me”. 
“I know what I saw, now tell me” 
Your back began to ache as he put his body weight on you, your breathing became labored. He notices your struggle and lifts you up from behind your legs, turning you both around and setting your bottom on top of the wooden island. Nestling himself between your legs. 
He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. 
“Tell me..” he says roughly, brushing his lips against yours. You let out a ragged breath, leaning forward looking for his lips. You just couldn't help yourself. He chuckles. 
“Naughty girls don't get kissed” he leans away, stroking the tops of your thighs painfully slow. “Are you going to tell me? Or do I have to fuck it out of you?” Your mouth hangs open as you gape at him. Completely caught off guard by his use of obscenities. It wasn't like him. With a rumble in his chest he snatches you off the island and quickly spins you around, shoving your chest down against the cold wood. You yelp as he lands a hard hand against your ass. Gripping the edge of the island you attempt to turn to him, but it was no use. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he leans down, growling lowly in your ear. 
“You can fight this all you want, your need for me” he pauses, planting a soft kiss to your exposed throat. “But I can see it in your eyes baby, how much you want me” 
You hated how right he was. It infuriated you that he knew what the inside of your head sounded like. He knew what you were thinking before you even thought of it yourself. But you couldn't help it. There was no explanation to understand, other than the fact that the two of you were very sexually compatible. You opened your mouth to speak but were quickly silenced. 
“Ma Jake? Where's the telu?” 
You froze, still as a board hearing Neytiri's voice. And you at least expected Jake to do the same. But he didn't. Snaking his hand around your hip he finds your center, offering a light tap as he whispers in your ear. 
“Might want to be quiet baby.. Wouldn't want my wife to hear” 
It's been settled. Jake is a sick fuck. He clearly gets off on this, you had only wished that it would turn you off. But it's doing the complete opposite. A squeak gets past your lips and he slaps his hand over your mouth. 
“Shh” he whispers in your ear. Pinching the swollen flesh in between your legs, causing you to buckle. His hot breath fans across your ear. 
“You're making me so hard right now” he shoves his pelvis into you, and you found his words to be true. His hard cock pressed into your center which made you let out a muffled groan as his hand stayed firm against your mouth. 
“Jake! Telu!” Neytiri repeats. And you could have sworn that you heard her footsteps drawing near, but they soon faded. “Give me one second babe!” he shouts, while the hand on your pussy sped up. Rubbing small tight circles against your covered clit. 
“Jake.. we need to stop!” you whisper yell, pushing against him to get him off of you, but the more you shoved, the harder he got and the more his cock pressed its way into you. A groan leaves his chest as he spins you around, working quickly to take your pants down. You fight to wiggle out of his grip, but he's too fast; pulling down the sides of your top and exposing your swollen and perked nipple. He offers you no time in between before he covers your breast with his mouth and sucks hard. Hungry for your flesh like a predator in the night. Your head fell back, hands gripping his shoulders as he ravaged your chest. You began to shake, toes curling as his frim tongue lapped at the raised piece of flesh. Sucking your bottom lip into your mouth to muffle your strained cries. He comes off with a pop, licking his lips before he covers your mouth with his, moaning into you. 
You wrap your legs around his waist, falling for his trap and putting yourself in an even worse position than before, you were about to get fucked in your family home, by the man of the house himself. Willingly you spread your legs farther, opening as wide as you could while his hands worked at untying the strings. Your hands did the same, pulling his cock free from its shackles and palming him the second it was set loose. He moans softly, gripping your face with his hand,  he looks you deep in the eye while you deliver short pumps with your fist. He sucks in air through his teeth and his brows form in the middle of his forehead. 
“Fuck..” he moans, never breaking eye contact. Leaning up to him you lick his bottom lip. “Fuck baby” he moans again. Softly and quietly out of fear of being heard. 
Somehow in the middle of this he got yout bottoms off, you only knew that because his cock was poking at your entrance as you pumped him. Slowly you let go,  scooting to the end of the island and resting your hands behind you for leverage. He takes a step closer, closing that last bit of space as he pushes just the tip in. You both breathe in, locking eyes with each other as he slowly slides the rest in. Placing your hand on his lower belly you give yourself more room. But he worked against you, shoving the remainder of his hard cock in. 
“Oh!” you shout. Quickly covering your mouth with your hand. He smiles at you and whispers. “Good girl, now watch daddy fuck this pretty pussy” doing as your told you keep your hand pressed firmly to your mouth, looking behind you to look for anyone that may be lurking in the shadows. When you see nothing you turn back to him, looking down to where his beautiful cock filled you up. 
Brows pinches and breathing labored, you watched as he slowly withdrew, only to return and snap his hips into you firmly. Jake gripped your hips, hard enough to leave marks for the morning. And began fucking you like you wanted, no matter how hard you tired to deny it. 
“Fuck.. so wet” he moans, taking his thumb and rubbing small circles on your clit. 
Your hips met his as he picked up the pace, sweat beading on his forehead. Your belly tight, you could feel yourself getting close as your walls fluttered around him. Taking his palm, Jake pressed firmly on your lower belly, angling his hips just right as he repeatedly hit that spot. He knew he found it when your eyes crossed and your breathing stopped. Holding onto his forearm you buck your hips into his, mouthing to him that you were close. He kept the pace, his balls tightening as he felt your pussy squeeze him, he tried to hold off for as long as he could. But he was going to explode. 
“Is daddy gonna make you come? Hm?” biting your lips you look up at him, frantically nodding. “Then come” he demands. Fucking you so fast that it was the only sound you heard in the small room. Someone was for sure going to hear. 
Holding on for dear life you come all over his cock just like he told you to. Your body shakes and convulses, causing his balls to draw up and let go, shooting his seed deep inside you. Holding on to him he shoves his cock inside one last time and quickly draws out. He watched as your pussy contracts and squirts while his come drips out of your swollen heat. He couldn't believe his eyes, mesmerized as you shook with pleasure in front of him as you tried to prevent yourself from collapsing. He draws in, gripping the back of your neck while your pussy drips all over the floor beneath the two of you. He kisses you roughly before pulling away. 
“Fuck me, I wish you could of seen that pussy cry for me” 
You let out a strained whimper as he sets you down on the ground. Quickly tying your top and bottoms and doing the same for himself. And just like clock work, Neytiri comes in, red and fuming at Jake, completely oblivious to what just happened. 
“So you're deaf now? What the hell happened to my telu!” she shouts at him. Standing silently and internally panicking. You fix your hair and grab the bowl of telu that sat half shelled and smile at her. “I'll handle the rest” you say, turning without another word and walking out the room. You thought for a moment that you could hear her slap him. And for a second you hoped she did. 
8 weeks later…
“Y/n?” Kiri says as he pokes her head into your hut. No one has seen or heard from you in weeks. 
As she rounds the wall covering your bed, she finds you curled up in your bed, half naked and sweating. 
“Eywa” She exclaims, coming to sit near you. You looked pale and sickly. 
Touching her hand to your forehead you groan, sitting up only to hurl over the side of your bed. When you were finished you fell back onto your bed, looking up at her. 
“Kiri,” you whisper. Lips chapped and dry. Her eyes darted out of her head, trying to find the issue. She plants her hands on your belly, having one of those sneaking suspicions that she always does. Which is why it was impossible to hide anything from her. She listens closely, closing her eyes for only a brief moment and that's when she heard it. 
Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump. 
The soft sound of a strong healthy heart growing inside you. 
She removes her hand from your belly as if it burned her and she stared at you in shock. 
“Kiri? What is it?” you ask weakly, sitting up as you hold up your body with your hands. 
“Y/n” she says in shock. Taking far too long to answer you. But you wait patiently anyway. She pauses and grabs your hand and offers you a short smile that never reaches her eyes. 
“Y/n… you're pregnant” 
You stare at her wide eyed, unable to process what she just said. 
“What?!” you shout, and after that you remember nothing as the room around you goes black. 
To be continued…. 
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sarcastic-sketches · 1 year
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Suddenly bowled over by the image of Anakin with a baby Ahsoka strapped to his front during the middle of work. Ok I guess??
Ahsoka getting cursed into a toddler during the Clone Wars and Anakin is now suddenly responsible for a literal baby. He is now acutely aware of the fact that the 501st are in an active engagement and his protective instincts are dialed right up to max. They have to be pulled back from the front, a young padawan was pushing it as it was but this is a Babby.
He's having to think about what baby togruta eat. Ahsoka can't feed herself or defend herself or anything except wiggle around like a striped potato. Her montrols are non existant, just little nubs, and its almost bringing this Jedi Knight to tears with how cute she is. He knows she's a carnivore but surely they don't eat meat that early?? Do they need anything else to develop correctly?? Is he going to accidentally harm her somehow through neglect?!
Anakin: Master Ti, what do baby togruta eat??
Shaak: Pardon?
Anakin: Help.
She gets the explanation from Anakin in pieces and a better explanation from Kix. She can tell him how to look after her until they can reach Coruscant, milk if they have any on board will do fine in the interim and Ahsoka will like being bundled up. The pressure of being cocooned is soothing (thinking of Momma Tano strapping babby Ahsoka to her front but now it's Anakin making sure she goes with him everywhere) and will prevent her from becoming too agitated.
She keeps chewing on his leather glove when he holds her but he doesn't mind, and just lets her gnaw on his knuckles like a chew toy. Its not his flesh hand anyway so it's fine. He can’t effectively secure her to him on his own so he has to get Rex to help him do it properly with Shaak still on speeddial for instructions.
She can’t help but notice how oddly domestic the scene looks as Rex carefully wraps Ahsoka in her papoose cocoon to Anakin's chest. They're both cooing at her. Shaak cannot wait for a Council meeting to be called about this.
The clones are caught between being distraught at what's happened to their Commander, as well as thinking she's the cutest thing they've ever seen. Since Anakin is now focusing harder on keeping Ahsoka safe since she can't protect herself anymore, Rex has taken it upon himself to stick at their side even more than usual. Just a very protective satellite orbiting around both Jedi in case they need anything.
No, the other men are not jealous that Anakin automatically hands Ahsoka off to his Captain if he needs to be free if her for a minute or two.
Back on Coruscant he knows she's better off being handled by the creche but ... that's his Padawan, just small. Everyone on the Council had hoped he'd deal with a Padawan just fine but were admittedly a little surprised by just how well he took to it. Seeing him immediately throw himself into taking care of baby Ahsoka, and all her species specific needs, has a lot of them second guessing their assumptions of him.
It's Obi-Wan who eventually asks where his almost instinctual knowledge comes from. The answer is that Shmi Skywalker was the go to mum for any new mothers on Tatooine and there were quite a few in the slave quarters during Anakin’s time there. He learned by just being there to help out.
Obi-Wan: if you want to continue to care for Ahsoka, you could do so by just working in the Creche and helping there with the rest of the infants
Anakin: !!
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dovkss · 9 months
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bakugou using your mouth in the library during a weekly study date with your friends…
word count: 2.2k
warning: 18+; manhandling; blowjob (m receiving); degradation; slapping; public sex; possessive & controlling katsuki; choking & gagging; cum eating; yandere themes; poor eijiro once again :((
all characters are aged up !!
a/n: quick first drabble from my first story “dumb bitch” since a lot of you asked for a part two but I don’t want to do one, I’ll continue more drabbles from the story if asked ! enjoy ! (^_^)
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You and the girls gathered at your usual study spot in the library on a quiet Saturday afternoon. You all were preparing for an exam and knew that studying together would help big time.
Kirishima was also there, like he always was. But he barely spoke. Ever since he discovered you and Bakugou on his bed, sprawled out like heathens, things were awkward to say the least.
You, the girl he’d cared deeply for, had chosen Bakugou over him, and it felt like a dagger was plunged into his soul.
He would think back to before everything went to shit. When classes for the day ended, he would see you leaning on his car when he'd go to the parking lot. You would greet him and lock your arm with his and you both made your way to the other side so he would open the passenger door for you.
You'd beg to go get ice cream or ask if he could take you home so you wouldn't have to take the bus. He would never say no to you, only nod like a dummy. It was like you knew the scent of your perfume made you irresistible to him.
When he would go to open the driver door, the handle would be warm from your ass. The day after the next, you would be back again to do the same thing.
You wanted to apologize to him, but was shut down by Bakugou. His nostrils flared and he rolled his eyes. "He'll get over it, stay away from him. Why? Because I told you to! Don't question me, you're fucking mine."
You respected his wishes, but you felt it was wrong.
You guys settled down at the spacious table, surrounded by shelves stacked with books, each section thoughtfully curated. They housed literary classics, contemporary bestsellers, niche genres, and even rare manuscripts. The atmosphere in the studying section was calm and serene. Soft whispers and the sound of turning pages filled the air.
You opened your rented textbook, and laptop, setting down your regular coffee next to them, ready to dive in.
"God, my head is killing me," Mina whined. Dramatically, she slumped over in her chair and rubbed her temple with two fingers.
"Still? It's been like a week," Momo asked.
"I don't know what's happening to me! Maybe... I'm dying..."
"Don't say that, death isn't funny."
"I never said it was, I'm being serious!"
"You're not gonna die from a headache, Mina. Stop being a baby. Maybe learn how to swallow a pill, it'll help."
Mina groaned and shook her head. "You know I can't do that!"
"Then stop complaining!" Momo snapped back.
You shook your head in disbelief. It seemed that the girls would always find something mundane to argue about. But that was just their dynamic. If there were a day they weren't bickering, you'd be worried.
You glanced up at Kirishima who sat across from you. His head was in his notebook; he was taking notes. You watched him, observing how he studied. His handwriting was a little sloppy, as he seemed to be writing fast. His tongue stuck out of the side of his mouth a little.
He was adorable when he was focused.
He looked up, meeting your gaze. You didn't look away. His red eyes glistened in the sunlight that came through the windows. You smiled at him, being sure to show off your pearly whites.
He sighed and went back to jotting down whatever he was writing. You frowned and opened your mouth to speak up, but you were suddenly yanked up by your arm.
You gasped and dropped the pen that was in your hand. You knew that tight grip of his, it never failed to make you shutter.
"Been tryna reach you for hours, y'know?"
You giggled. "Well I can't be available all the time."
Bakugou wasn't amused. His ears flushed in anger and his jaw clenched.
He dragged you out of the library, you winced when he tightened his grip on you. He was tall, his long strides made it almost impossible for your legs to keep up at a normal pace. Looking back, you were surprised.
Momo sat silently, taking a deep breath. Mina watched in confusion as to where he was taking you and wondered if you’d be back. Kirishima just stared. He seemed calm, like he wasn't worried.
He wasn't.
“Be right back you guys- ow!” You flinched. Bakugou had yanked you by your ear, forcing you in front of him so you couldn’t look anywhere else but ahead.
Leaving the study area, Bakugou took you to an empty part of the library, all the way on the other side. Furthest away from your friends.
He shoved you into one of the shelves and stood in front of you. He towered over you, his wide chest almost caging you in that one spot.
“You wanna embarrass me?” He asked, how voice low and intimidating.
You shook your head. “No… of course not, Katsuki! What did I do?”
His infuriated state didn’t subside. Your innocent question only intensified it.
“You should know better than to ignore me,” he said.
You shook your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about but I’m sorry, okay?”
“You always have your phone on you, I’m not stupid.”
You looked up at him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “My phone is in my bag, we needed to focus for this exam and I didn’t want to get distracted. I didn’t mean to worry you… forgive me?”
He scoffed at your sudden change in demeanor. You looked at him with those eyes. The very same eyes you gave him whenever you wanted him to take care of you in more ways than one.
“What a fucking whore you are.” He spat at you, his hands running down the sides of your waist.
“You know me so well—after I study, you can come over. I’ll make it up to you!” You smile softly, biting your lip.
Bakugou didn’t react, he just looked at you. It was hard to read him. You were never able to tell what he was thinking. That’s what made him stand out to you in the first place.
“Why are you studying with Kirishima?”
Your eyebrows furrowed. “Well, that’s how it’s always been. I can’t really control if he’s there or not either…”
“Fucking figure it out. I don’t want you around him, if that means you have to kick those sluts to the curb as well, then so be it.”
He was serious. Of course he was, there was never a moment where he wasn’t. But he didn’t actually expect you to let go of Momo and Mina did he? Your best friends since… forever!
You frowned at his words and your arms dropped from his neck. You fiddled with the hem of your sweater and looked away from him.
When you didn’t give an answer, he brought his hand up to your chin, forcing you to look at him. “So what’s it gonna be?”
You were unsure of how to answer. Obviously, you weren’t gonna stop being friends with them. They were there first, it would be unfair.
“Why do you hate him so much?”
The grin on his face became more prominent. Slowly, teasingly, his hand smoothed down your hair before he pressed against the back of your neck. “Because he wants what’s mine.”
He pressed down hard, pushing you down to your knees. Your heart sped up when you realize what’s happening.
You blinked up at him, unsure of what he wanted you to do. You were also too scared. Your hands shook a little at the thought of getting caught. That would be a nightmare.
He tilted his head at you. “You don’t expect me to do everything, do you?”
You looked to both sides of you worryingly. “What if someone comes, and we get in trouble, or worse- suspended. Or even worse! Expelled! Oh my god, I’d be in so much trouble, my parents would kill me and I would be a disgrace and they’d disown me and they’d take away everything I have, everything I love, oh my god I’m gonna have a heart attack,”
Bakugou rolled his eyes at your nervous rambling, unzipping his pants and pulling out his hard cock. He slammed your head back on the shelf which shut you up immediately, his cock in his hand, he tapped your lips with it.
“Are you done? Needa’ use your mouth for something more productive right now.”
You closed your eyes, letting out jagged breaths, and nod submissively. He chuckled then forced his cock between your lips, putting his entire length down your throat.
Your squeals are muffled when he thrusts into your mouth. He explores your tongue and feels the inside of your cheeks. It made him crave you even more.
“Looks at me baby- aah, shit. Look at me when your mouth is full.” He exhaled.
You did as he said without question. One thing about Bakugou, his moans were gorgeous. They never failed to make you feel special.
It always sent shivers down your spine whenever his breaths let you know how much of a good girl you were being. Your nipples became hard, almost being visible through your thick sweater. The pain at the back of your head became a distant feeling.
The only thing you focused on was him. How good he was making you feel, and how you were doing the same to him.
His breath hitched as his thrusts into your throat became more powerful. His balls slapped against your chin and saliva spilled from the corners of your lips.
“Wider,” he panted. “Open wider… deeper…”
You tried your best to widen your lips more to his liking. But you were as wide as you could go, his cock was already forcing your mouth wide open. It was hard to breathe through your mouth and your jaw started to cramp.
He leaned over you, his arms and forehead resting on the bookshelf. You could tell he was focused, his expression was serious.
You felt yourself growing more wet when you began to gag on his cock. The lewd noises were a little loud, the thought of being caught scared you but you didn’t care about that now.
He moaned more, cursing at you under his breath. It was so faint, you couldn’t hear what he was saying. But you were willing to bet it was so hot.
Hs shoved his hand to the back of your head and began forcing you down on his cock. Your eyes shot close when you started choking on him even more.
His grip on your hair tightened and you could tell he was close. You tried to be good for him and just take it. But the roughness was too much to handle.
You whined and whimpered, but he ignored you. The only thing on his mind was chasing his high. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth and you moaned.
That set him off. His body jerked ever so slightly as he released down your throat. His gasps were soft and mixed with shits and fucks.
When he pulled out of you, a long string of his thick cum mixed in with your saliva connected between his cock and your mouth. He lifted it off his end and placed it in your mouth.
You prepared your throat to swallow before he caught it and flung his hand across your cheek, your head snapping to the side. You whimper and bring your hand to your slapped cheek.
“Don’t swallow until I tell you to.” He hissed.
You nodded and stood slowly, resting your head on his chest. He cleaned himself up a bit, putting his cock back into his boxers and zipping up his jeans.
He led you back to your friends and left without a word. You sat down quietly, grabbing your phone from your bag and rested your head on the table.
13 missed calls and 22 unanswered texts.
“What happened back there? Are you alright?” Mina asked. You looked up at her. She was worried, like usual. You only smile and nod.
“Are you sure? You look exhausted,” Kirishima added. You nod again, your tongue playing with the cum still in your mouth.
You felt your eyes ready to close so you can get some rest until you felt your phone buzz. You lifted it from your lap and unlocked it.
It was from Bakugou.
“Send me a pic of my seed in you. Then I’ll allow you to swallow.”
You cringed. What if your friends saw? What would they think of you if they knew what just happened?
But you couldn’t ignore him. You’d end up in bigger trouble later if you did.
You opened the camera app and turned the camera around. Kirishima was right, you did look exhausted. Your eyes were barely able to stay open, it looked like you had been crying.
You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. You snapped a photo of your expression and examined it before sending.
It was clear as day, the cum in your mouth. It was awfully abundant and salty. Having it in your mouth for longer than three minutes would surely make your breath stink like crazy.
You sent the picture to him and awaited a response. It wasn’t long before you got a reply.
“Disgusting whore.”
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goblinwithartsupplies · 6 months
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This is not my original post it belongs to @caffeinatedflumadiddlebutpjo who deleted their account but it’s so good and needs to be preserved
I like that there is just... A noticeable gap in the gods' under standing of mortal children. Like, Zeus really accused a TWELVE-YEAR-OLD of stealing his master bolt and the only justification I have for this is "Well, Hermes stole Apollo's cattle right after birth so that tracks".
But now I have a theory that the gods don't rediv understand how mortal
children work and that's why they're so blase about sending them to do ridiculous nonsense?
Like...
Zeus: What do you mean 'first word'? Why would they only speak one word?
Artemis: Humans can only cry when they are born.
Zeus: Nonsense. When vou were born you didn't cry. You delivered your brother and then came to me to ask for a birthday present.
Artemis: Humans aren't the same though. They can't walk or talk for many months. When they do speak it is only in small, short words.
Zeus: …that's not true
Artemis: I'm afraid it is
Zeus, under his breath: What the fuck
Later on...
Zeus: Did you know human babies can't speak when thev're tirst born?
Poseidon: that's so sad. Are demigods like that?
Zeus: I have no idea.
Poseidon: Mavbe we should ask around more. Athena was saying something about brain development.
Zeus: Their... THEIR BRAINS AREN'T DEVELOPED?!?!
Poseidon: I guess
Zeus: THESE HUMANS ARE WALKING AROUND WITHOUT FULLY FORMED BRAINS?!
Poseidon: I mean, so are you and I don't complain.
The quest continues...
Hermes: So... you're telling me that human kids don't know how to fend themselves at all? They need to be taught? I mean, fighting, of course, but outside of that???
Poseidon: Yeah, I thought it was like fish
where you just naturally know what you’re supposed to do. But apparently they have no idea and need to be shown everything
Hermes: I... that's awful. Why?
Poseidon: I don't know.
Suddenly all the gods are very concerned...
Ares: You mean to tell me that my kids are probably traumatized from war??
Hermes: That's what the research shows. Human kids aren't supposed to handle that kind of stuff and demigods are more human than we anticipated.
Ares: But... War?
Hermes: Idk what to tell you, bud. I'm beginning to understand why they hate us tho.
Everyone is naturally panicking
Demeter: YOU SENT MONSTERS AFTER MY BABIES WHEN THEY HAD NO BRAINS AND COULDN'T EVEN READ?!?
Hecate: HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT DEMIGODS WEREN'T BORN KNOWING HOW TO READ!?!?!
Athena: Our children all have dyslexia.
Demeter: YOU LET YOUR DAUGHTERRUN AWAY WHEN SHE WAS SEVEN! SILENCE!
Athena:…And? She is very mature and had my protection. I'm not like the rest of you. rhave done my researcn on humans and led her accordingly.
Apollo: Think of it this way, Athena. She would have just started losing baby teeth when she left home.
Athena: What?
Apollo: According to my son, they shed teeth. Like, they fall out and get new, bigger ones when they re old enougn. Didn't you know that?
Hades: That's disgusting. Our children do that?
Athena: I... That's not true! Your son is a liar!
Apollo: I AM THE GOD OF TRUTH!
It's a whole thing on Olympus
Hephaestus: Wait, they NEED to eat?!?! It isn't just for fun???
Hermes: What about water???
Dionysus: How do none ot vou know these things. Maybe you all should be camp directors for awhile-
Hades: Eight hours? They need EIGHT hours of sleep? A Day? There's no way NICO Is getting that much..
Dionysus: Oh, are they? Yeah lol. None of them are getting that much.
Aphrodite: Oh my gods... What happens if they don't get enough? Do they become ugly? ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE MY KIDS UGLY?!
Zeus: They're so fragile. Why are they even allowed out of the camp?! Chiron, explain!
Chiron: You... Uh, ask them to do stuff for you?
All of Olympus: *flips a table*
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