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violettduchess · 5 months

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A/N: This year, as I deal with a far more limited amount of free time, I want to focus on writing things that really spark something for me. These headcanons, which I started almost 6 months ago, recently came roaring back into my imagination and I decided to go for it.

This is imagining how these suitors would react to their small child entering their bedroom in the middle of the night.

Leon, Sariel, Jin, Keith and Gilbert

WC: 2.2 k

The child's white bedroom door, painted with a silvery moon and twinkling stars, opens slowly, a whisper in the still of the night. A small head pokes out, knuckling sleepily at eyes still heavy with the remnants of dreaming. A look left, then right.

The hall is empty.

Tiny bare feet tiptoe across plush carpeting.

One hand clutches a stuffed animal, the other reaches for the curved handle of your bedroom door and which, on a quiet exhale, opens.

Leon

He is awake the moment the door opens. A light sleeper, he never fails to hear when his daughter enters your bedroom, no matter how quietly she tries to. Even now, he pushes himself up, running a hand through his cacophony of dark hair, watching his offspring step as quietly as possible as she makes her way towards the bed. She’s so concentrated on not making noise that she doesn’t notice he’s already up and watching her until she arrives at the foot of the bed.

“Papa!” Her gasp is half surprise, half disappointment when she realizes he has, as always, heard her. Leon laughs softly, the sound still rough with sleep as he motions for her to come over to his side of the bed.

“I was trying to be extra, extra quiet.” He offers her his hand and she takes it, climbing into the bed and then into the circle of his arms where he cuddles her close. “You were, peanut. You were very quiet but your father has very, very good ears. Especially at night.”

Perhaps someday she’ll learn why. How good hearing and light sleeping could mean the difference between life and death in the slave pens. But not tonight. Tonight she snuggles into his embrace, clutching her brown bear with his black and red cape to her chest.

“Shall I bring you back to your bed?” He brushes several dark locks of hair that have escaped her braid away from her plump cheek, his golden eyes warm with affection. His daughter stifles a yawn. “Can I stay here tonight, with you and Mama?”

How can he say no? “Of course.” He shifts her, tucking her in close against his side where she curls up like a kitten, warm and content. Leon sighs, his heart fuller than he ever imagined it could be, before closing his eyes and drifting back to sleep.

Sariel

He looks up from the paperwork on his lap when the bedroom door slowly opens. One glance at the clock on his nightstand and he knows exactly who dares enter his room, unannounced, in the middle of the night.

His son, hair dark as onyx, eyes as bright as violets, peeks around the door to see his father sitting up in bed, reading by the soft light of an oil lamp.

“I see you, little one.” The child gives up stealth and hurries into his parents’ room, climbing up the foot of the bed and crawling his way across the velvety covers up to Sariel, careful not to jostle you while you are sleeping. He settles in next to his father, peering at the sheaf of papers still in his hands. “Why are you still up, Papa? It’s so late.”

Sariel glances down at his son, his lips curved in a soft shadow of a smile. “You know what? You are correct. It is very late.” He carefully removes his glasses, placing them in a safe spot on his nightstand and then sets the missives and letters and parchments beside them. He extends his arms and his son happily accepts the silent invitation, burrowing into his father’s embrace, clutching his soft, stuffed snake with the onyx eyes close to his little chest. “We’ll go to sleep together, ok Papa?”

Sariel reaches out, extinguishing the warm light and then shifts, dipping his head to press a kiss to his son’s midnight hair. “A sound plan, son.” He closes his eyes, contentment flowing through him like the soft waves of the ocean. “A very sound plan.”

Jin

He freezes, lifting his head from your neck, his large hand going still on the sensitive skin of your hip. As involved as he may be with you, he has excellent hearing and the opening of the door is as loud in its whisper as a gust of howling wind. He feels the soft huff of air against his cheek as you reign in your galloping heart. Things were just getting good.... With a groan, a mixture of disappointment and the dying embers of desire, he sits up as you adjust your nightgown and tilts his head at the small outline in the doorway.

“Yes, Princess? What is it?”

“I heard a noise. In my wardrobe. I think there’s a monster in there.” Her voice is small, almost tentative as it floats through the darkened bedroom. Jin pushes back his covers, swinging his long legs over the side of the bed. He reaches back, squeezing your hand, a gesture that says I’ve got this, before getting up and walking toward his daughter. "Alright little lady, let's go investigate." She slips her small hand in his, clutching her stuffed baby eagle close as they make their way back to her bedroom.

Stepping inside, she pulls her hand away from his and points to the white and lavender closet. “In there, Papa.” Her garnet-colored eyes are wide as Jin clears his throat, fixing a scowl on his face as he faces the wooden doors.

“Listen up. This is Prince Jin speaking and any and all monsters hiding in this wardrobe better leave RIGHT now or else you’ll have to answer to me!”

“Yeah!”, she adds helpfully, eyes narrowing as she glares at the wardrobe, a mirror image of her father.

Jin reaches forward and flings open one door, then the other. Inside are all her dresses and coats. Her shoes all lined up neatly along the bottom. A few stockings peek out of small drawers and her wooden training sword and shield with Jin's crest lean against the side, askew. Jin searches through the clothing, stands on his toes to check the top shelves. He makes a show of it, incredibly thorough and yet serious. Then he turns around to face his daughter. “Looks like any monsters are long gone. And they won’t be coming back.”

A smile like the dawn breaks over her face and she rushes towards him. He leans down and catches her in his arms, holding her tightly against his broad chest. “Thank you, Papa. No monster would ever be stupid enough to come back now!”

Jin carries her back to her white four-poster bed, grinning as he lays her down amongst her fluffy pillows and pulls the soft covers up to her chest. “Nope, not when they know they have to deal with me.” He glances over his shoulder at the wardrobe. “But how about tomorrow, we go to the knights training grounds and you bring your sword and shield. We can work on your swordsmanship so any monster knows to be just as afraid of you too.”

She grins, nodding eagerly. “Good idea!”

Her enthusiasm has him returning her grin and he leans down, running a large hand over the soft chestnut of her hair. “Alright then. Get some sleep so you’re ready for tomorrow.” She snuggles down into the warmth of her blankets, stifling a yawn even as she rolls over. “I love you, Papa.” He swallows for a moment at the lump of emotion that suddenly swells his throat. “I love you too. Princess. So much.”

Keith

Little feet whisper across dark green carpeting, continuing their journey to his side of the bed. “Papa,” she whispers, tugging on his covers, her stuffed deer dangling from her grip on its antlers. Keith inhales, his handsome face frowning in his sleep as her voice cuts through the fog of dreaming. But he doesn’t wake up yet. However, his daughter is nothing but insistent. She pats his upper arm, clearing her throat and speaking again, this time louder. “Papa. Wake up.”

His golden eyes open slowly and he blinks as he returns to the here and now. The sight of her, with her ashen blond hair and your intelligent eyes, has him sitting up in bed, the last misty tendrils of dreaming vanishing like fog in the sunlight.

“Yes, darling? What’s wrong? Is everything ok?”

She glances to your empty side of the bed. “I miss Mama.” Those words send his heart spinning, leaving a trail of ache inside his chest as he nods slowly. “I do too. But you remember how she had to go back to Rhodolite. I promise, she’ll be home again soon. Just a few more days.” He reaches for her hand, his thumb running soothingly over her knuckles, marveling at the tininess of her fingers, the softness of her skin. She speaks again, her voice compressed by sadness. “I still miss her.”

He sighs as she hangs her small head, curls covering her face. Then he has an idea. Slowly he gets out of bed and leads her by the hand across the room to the heavy glass doors of the balcony off of the bedroom, his favorite place in the palace to stargaze. Keeping a secure hold of her hand, he slides open one heavy glass door and then walks with her to the large brass telescope. “Take a look in there,” he murmurs, kneeling as he adjusts the eyepiece for her. He wraps one arm around her middle, holding her close. “Can you see it?”

She leans forward slightly. “It’s blurry.” Carefully he adjusts the focuser until he hears her breath catch. “Oh it’s so pretty!” She stares through the telescope in wonder at the bright star, brilliant in its silvery-blue light.

“That,” he says softly, almost dreamlike, “is your mother’s favorite star.” Gently he pulls her away from the telescope and points upwards. “You can see it without the telescope just there, see the three stars just in a row?” She nods emphatically. “It’s the one all the way to the right.” He pauses, resting his chin tenderly on her small shoulder. “When you miss Mama at night, like you do now, you can look up at the sky and find her favorite star. It may make you feel better.”

She turns around and wraps her arms around Keith’s neck, hugging him with all her might. “Thank you, Papa.” He hugs her close, this walking embodiment of his heart, and smiles.

Gilbert

He is already sitting up when his daughter approaches the bed, her stuffed tiger tucked under her arm. He heard the opening of the door and knew who it was immediately. No one else would ever dare to enter his bedroom in the middle of the night without fearing for their life.

“It’s past midnight, Mäuschen. Why are you wandering through the shadows?” His voice is a gentle that only you and those very close to Gilbert have ever heard. A genuine softness like the blanket of dusk as it falls over the land, the protective moon whispering as it cradles a favorite star. His daughter sighs, pushing away a stray lock of dark hair. “I’m hungry.”

He laughs quietly, his chin tilting down as he regards her. He speaks quietly, not wanting to wake you. You need rest after all, so close to the birth of your second child. He gets up, slipping on his black silk robe and then holds out his hand. She takes hold of it, wrapping her cool little fingers tightly around him and then pauses. “Wait a moment, Papa.” Turning back to the bed, she carefully places her stuffed tiger next to you where you sleep. “Watch out for Mama,” she orders sternly and doesn’t notice the bright gleam in Gilbert’s eyes as he smiles at her protective gesture. She turns, grabbing his hand and nods. “Ok Papa, fertig.” Ready.

He leads her out of the bedroom and a short walk down the hall to his office. Once inside, he walks over to his massive wooden desk, made of the finest dark walnut, and leans forward, turning on the desk lamp. He settles into his chair, into the crimson velvet cushioned seat and motions for her to join him. The Obsidian princess climbs into his lap, eyes bright as she looks at him expectantly. “Shh…this is our secret,” he murmurs, tapping his finger on the end of her nose. She grins slowly and nods. “Versprochen, Papa.” I promise. One arm holds her close as he leans down and opens a bottom drawer. Inside is a small round tin which he takes out and sets on his desk, next to the missives and parchments waiting for him come morning light.

“Go ahead,” he says encouragingly and she leans forward, carefully working the lid off with chubby fingers and then he feels her straighten up in excitement when its contents are revealed. She reaches in and pulls out a hearty oatmeal and raisin biscuit. The cookie is nearly at her lips when she pauses, thoughtfully. Shifting in his lap, she turns to face him and then holds it up. “Do you want a bite, Papa?” Her generosity has him smiling, a warmth like no other brightening his heart as he pretends to consider. “You don’t mind sharing?” She shakes her head, several loose, dark curls framing a face that is the youthful echo of yours. He leans forward and bites off a tiny corner, then leans back with a satisfied sigh. “Mama makes the best biscuits.”

She bites into the same cookie with much less restraint and then smiles, chewing happily. “Mm hm.” She leans back against his chest and he wraps his arms around her as she continues munching. “Just this one and then it's back to bed with you, little mouse.” She nods, mouth too full to answer and focus far too lost in the pleasure of her treat to respond verbally. Gilbert sighs, turning to rest his cheek against the top of her head. He is utterly and completely at peace.

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etheries1015 · 6 months

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"Oh?" Sariel said amusingly to the cold blonde prince, "I figured you two would get along nicely, seein as (y/n) is the author of one of your favorite books." Chevalier paused, eyes widening slightly in shock before going reverting back to normal cold stare.

"Oh!" You chirped up, "you've read my books? which one is your favorite?" You chuckled excitingly, not getting much of a reaction out of the brutal beast.

"I was not aware you were an author," Chev said, looking at you, "Be that is it may; You do not seem to conduct yourself the way you write." You scrunched your nose together and pursed your lips.

"Ouch," You chuckled, "What a backhanded compliment, thank you."

"Huh?" Luke chimed in with a tilted head, "But when looking into your background your name wasn't anywhere linked to any sort of author," He pointed out, a smile of admiration playing on his features. You shrugged before teasingly responding, "Haven't you heard of a pen name?" Raising an impressed eyebrow, Noktos lips curled up in a sly smile. "Oh? You'll have to tell me what it is, so I can read it myself, I would love to see what our precious Belle can do. Do you have a copy with you?"

Clavis roared out in laughter, pulling a very familiar book from behind his back, handing it over to Nokto. Where had he gotten that? Nobody knows, and never will, I suppose.

"I had already known of your writing endeavors!" He boasted, "Yours truly even took a read. Although, I fear your story lacks a very distinct amount of fun..."

Silvio, who was also listening in, decided to take the liberty of snatching the book out of Noktos hand, asking what only any businessman would ask.

"So...how much of a profit have ya made off of your books?" He studied it dubiously in hand, feeling the grooves of the spine and quality of the pages, "You must be pretty well off if it's considered the 'brutal beasts' favorites." With a haughty smile, he naturally threw in, "If I like it enough, I might even invest in it, if you'll make a deal with me, I'll be sure all of Benetoite knows your name, lady." Sighing slightly you gave him a side glance before rolling your eyes.

"I make enough to be content. what matters is that others enjoy my writing, not how much I make off of it." You replied bluntly. Silvio only scoffed before keith also gave his two cents, holding out his hand for Silvio to hand him your book. With a startled look, his eyes lit up in excitement.

"I've read this book! you wrote it? I'm a huge fan of all of your works, the way you write is so mesmerizing it's difficult to put it down! Would you mind uh- ah..." He stopped himself with a blush tainting his cheeks, "I'm sorry! You must not like being bombarded with all of my questions. I-" You interrupted Keith with a hearty chuckle.

"Don't worry Keith, let's have tea and sweets sometime and you can ask me all you want." You threw a side glance at Chevalier, "You're welcome to join as well, Prince Chevalier." He glanced up from his paperwork in hand only for a mere second, enough for you to understand he heard what you had suggested.

"Ah-" Keith started as Gilberts hand snaked from behind and snatched the book out of his hand, flipping the book to it's back to read the synopsis. He looked up at you with his piercing red eye, his smile unwavering as he tucked the hardcover under his arm.

"A noblewoman writing a book in an alias," He hummed, "I believe any other would like their name to be well known, to bring up their family name and increase the likelihood of their popularity," You froze in place and glanced around the room for an awkward moment, trying to think of some excuse to tell the Obsidianite prince. After a moment of silence, he let out a low giggle, turning on his heel and heading out the door.

"I'm only teasing, little rabbit. Thank you for the book, I sincerely hope you do not disappoint. After all, if he (chev) likes it, surely it must have its merits. I will find you when I'm done, I want to join in on your little tea party to discuss my thoughts as well." You sucked in your breath as he left the room, your pursed lips coming apart with a 'pop!'.

"Well," You chuckled nervously, grabbing the drink Silvio had graced you with and lifting it in the air before downing the contents, "Here's to hoping he likes the book!"

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ikemen-trifecta · 19 days

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Cats Predicting the Contents of IkePri

footage and edit by @mitch4tune

～Cast～ Yves Kloss - Scarlett Rose Belle - Mitch Fortune Gilbert der Missbraucher - Ellie the Bracken boy

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ikesimpleton · 1 month

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Two of my favorite group dialogues of all time all in one chapter of an event. Who is biggest man baby, Clavis or Rio?

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aquagirl1978 · 8 months

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Do You Believe Me Now - Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: I know the recent story event involves a child!Emma. But I thought what if the little girl in the card sitting on Gilbert's lap wasn't Emma but was his daughter.

Pairing: Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader

Prompt: Dadbert

Tags: fluff; mentions of occurrences in recent story event; do not read if avoiding all spoilers; female-bodied reader (no pronouns used but reader referred to as "mama")

“What’s the matter, darling?”

I kneeled down next to my young daughter, her eyes wide and glassy, tears ready to spring at any moment, staining the apples of her cheeks. In her hands was her beloved plush black tiger.

“Papa…” her small voice was sad as she held out her toy. “He got ripped.”

I took the tiger in my hands, my gloved finger running over the spot where the seam came apart and white fluffy stuffing was visible.

“Maybe Uncle Walter could fix him.”

My single red eye narrowed as I stared intensely into her eyes. “Absolutely not. Can I tell you a secret?” The little girl nodded, clearly eager to hear my secret.

Standing up, I took a seat in the nearby chair. I patted my thigh, inviting her to join me, something I have done practically every day since she was able to walk. I smiled as she ran over, the black tiger dangling in her hands, dancing through the air. Climbing up my leg, she nestled her small body against my chest, not bothered by my low temperature.

She looked up at me, her eyes big and wide, as she tightly clutched the plush tiger in both of her tiny hands. Dipping my head, I brought my mouth close to her ear so that she could easily hear me speak my secret.

“I know how to sew.”

“I don’t believe you. If you can sew, then show me. What have you sewn, papa?”

Stubborn, just like her mother.

“Who do you think made all of mama’s dresses?”

“I don’t know, she bought them at the store.”

Anger boiled inside me; a deep breath quickly quelled its rage. Perish the thought of another crafting clothes for the little rabbit. My little rabbit.

“No,” I replied, a genuine, soft smile spreading on my lips as my heart swelled with pride. “I made them. I make all of your mother’s clothes.”

My child looked away for a moment, her lips pursed tight while in thought. “What about my clothes?”

“I make your clothes, too.”

“Even the dress I’m wearing today?”

“Even the dress you’re wearing today.” Her gaze fell to the skirt of her dress, making a pleased humming sound as her fingers traced over its hem. She then held out her tiger, offering him to me.

“You can fix him, papa. Please.” Taking the tiger in one hand, I patted her head with the other, the action mildly comforting to me. “For fixing my tiger and for sharing your secret with me, I’d like to tell you a secret.”

“Oh?” My eye widened with surprise – what kind of secret could my small child be harboring?

“Mama told me about a boy.”

A boy? I clenched my hands in tight fists, listening quietly as she continued.

“She told me all about this boy. How kind he is. How he always looks at the good in others. How he always tries to make others smile.” She looked at me nervously before she said the words that made my stomach drop.

“Papa, I think I love this boy.”

I shut my eye, needing a moment to pretend I didn’t hear what I just heard. One. Two. Three. My eye opened, volcanic red flashed with murderous intent.

“I think I should meet this boy.”

“Silly papa.” My sweet daughter laughed, the sound bright and bubbly as her eyes crinkled into tiny little crescents. “You are the boy!”

“Oh…” My body tensed, turning rigid, not wanting to correct her mistake – that the little boy no longer existed.

Nuzzling her face against my chest, her soft voice was muffled by my thick cloak. “I love you, papa.”

“I love you, too,” I replied, my hand patting her head once more.

She soon pulled away, her absence from my chest creating an ache in my heart. She looked at me, staring into my single red eye as if it was the most fascinating thing to behold.

“Your eye is so pretty,” she said as she reached out, her tiny fingers gently stroking my temple, her skin soft and warm, so much unlike mine. “Sometimes it sparkles, and it’s so radiant. Like a ruby. And other times, like now…”

She looked at me sadly, I saw so much of myself in her face at that brief moment. I knew what she was about to say, and I couldn’t stop her. It was the truth. Like her father, she was more mature than the number of candles on her birthday cake.

“Your eye isn’t sparkling. Like you’re lonely or missing someone.”

I swallowed, not wanting to acknowledge her words.

But I was soon saved.

I heard footsteps approaching the room. Looking up, I saw you. You leaned lazily against the doorframe, spying on a private moment between father and daughter. Your dress was an exact replica of that of your daughter’s.

I would know; I made them both.

“Oh!” the little girl exclaimed excitedly. “Your sparkle is back! Mama must be nearby.” She wriggled off your lap, leaving her tiger in your care as she ran off to see you.

“Papa is going to fix my tiger!”

“Oh, I’m so happy for you!” You looked up, our gazes meeting in a knowing smile. “You know, I just saw Uncle Roderich in the hallway. I think he might have some of that special candy you like so much. You should go look for him.”

I laughed as she pranced out of the room. If only all our lives were innocent enough to allow us to drop everything for a bit of candy. I caught your gaze again, the look you’re giving me far from innocent.

Impatient, I rose from my chair and approached you. “I missed you,” I murmured as my lips brushed against yours in a kiss.

One kiss led to two kisses, which led to many more kisses. My fingers dug into your back as I held your body tight against mine, afraid if I let you go, the loneliness might overwhelm me.

My kisses grew wild and frantic. I bit your lip, hard enough to make you yelp.

“You lied to her,” I whispered sadly, my head tilted like a pathetic puppy dog. “The boy you told her about doesn’t exist.”

We stood there staring at the other, the silence deafening. I shocked even myself when I cupped your cheek, so very gently, and brought your lips to meet mine.

“For such a violent man, your kisses are so very tender,” you whispered in between my kisses. Pulling back, you gazed into my eye, your expression soft and adoring as you pressed your palm against my pounding heart. “Maybe that little boy isn’t lost after all.”

Do you believe me now? That I love you fiercely and unconditionally. That my love for you is undying. Maybe you do. And maybe that is why you were kissing me back the way that you were.

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ikeromantic · 1 month

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Gilbert von Obsidian

Gilbert, Your Room, Hot Cocoa - Gil being caring and sweet

Gilbert, Library, Red Hots - some teasing Gilbert

Gilbert, Rooftop, Honey Cake - sweetness from Gil

Gilbert, Tavern, Gingerbread - Gil teases MC and himself

Gilbert, Kitchen, Red Hots - teasing and spiciness

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #fanfiction #otome #fanfic #otome guys #just organizing

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xxsycamore · 10 months

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𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭 xx

↬ 🖤 It seems like Gilbert is set on making all your naughty dreams come true today...

Gilbert von Obsidian x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Morning Sex; Birthday Sex; Marking; Biting; Toothmarks; Blowjobs; Facefucking; Come Swallowing; Dirty Talk; Reader is obssesed with Gilbert; Dom/sub undertones; Reader is Gilbert's fucktoy; Gilbert is nice and loving in his own way though; Aftercare; Post-sex Cuddles; Sleepy Cuddles • wordcount: 1,115 • masterlist

a/n: IT'S @scummy-writes'S BIRTHDAYYYYY!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCUM!!! I WANTED TO HOLD OFF MY GREETINGS UNTIL I'M READY WITH THIS. I was worried the idea in my head was not good enough but then you had a fun little cumversation in your blog. You had no idea about what it might bring forth... Poor Scum... OKAY, I WANTED TO SAY: Have a great birthday Scum, you deserve the world, I can offer some words from my heart but please know they're nowhere near enough to express my love and admiration. You're one of the greatest people I know and I'm glad to have felt your friendly love, your warmth, your care. Just as I'm glad to have witnessed so many of your lovely works, of the hilarious posts you make, yes even the cursed ones, all things that make you what you are - thank you for sharing them with us, you're truly a sun that shines around here, and I don't want to wear sunscreen JHKHKJHKJ I really want to give you the biggest hug ever and hope you can feel another percent or two of all the love I hold for you 😭😭😭😭 You're seriously a cool person and I'm glad to know you, ILY SCUM!!!!!!!

"Liebchen… Good morning."

A smile so dazzling that it rivals the midday sun high in the sky outside the tall windows… being greeted by Gilbert like this is always the beginning of a good morning, indeed. You nuzzle your face further into the silky black bedsheets and muffle a matching greeting in return. He gawks at your cuteness and stokes the curve of your shoulder, an innocent act, wasn’t it for the red toothmark making itself known just underneath his delicate touch. He's caressing you there in order to make you remember.

The blush spreading across your face is hopefully hidden somewhere in the same bedsheets you grasped for your life last night as you received this mark that is loaded with his love. And the other one. And the other. Little by little the memory ignites small sparks all over your body in the places he bit you and you start to feel them as if they're freshly printed onto your skin. It's so good to feel loved all over.

It doesn't have to be the eve of your birthday to receive this sort of treatment, but Gilbert still gave you a lot to remember from last night. A greedy thing that you are, you feel your body still wanting more; you want him to spoil you more and more until you have an excuse for not being able to leave bed the whole day and then just resort to cuddling instead. How perfect is that?

"Little rabbit…suck me off?"

A sharp intake of breath through your kiss-abused lips,…

How dares he? Wanting to be pleased first thing in the morning, on your birthday nonetheless? Making you take his cock deep into your throat as he basks in morning glory…

Oh, he knows you so well.

"Mmmffhh…"

Enjoying the way his cock fits almost perfectly in your mouth, you suck down on it and wonder whether you should let the post-waking-up laziness take the reigns and make a warm cocksleeve out of your mouth, or if you should challenge yourself in making him burst a quick, fat load down your throat that his morning wood has been preparing all for you. Gilbert often says how entertaining all things unexpected are. You can only help to match his idea of entertainment, even when it comes to this.

Oh but he also loves the slight vibration of pure surprise that your tightening throat produces when he's the one taking you by surprise. Thrusting his hips into your face does exactly that, as adrenaline mixes with arousal in your veins, making you try your best not to choke as you blissfully accept his facefucking.

The moans leaving his lips are sending shivers down your spine and then right between your legs, and your fingernails bite into Gilbert's hips for support. You wish you could leave your body and look at him from all angles; to get off to the dirty sight of him propping his weight on one arm as he lays almost fully ontop of you, your own legs dangling off the end of the bed because of where you descended to accommodate him. It's unfair that putting a hand between your thighs will be too much of a distraction, but nothing should mar your title of being his personal perfect little hole.

"Ngh… you'll make me want to shoot my load right down that warm, tight throat of yours, aha~"

Excitement paints your vision pink as you wish you could give a more prominent sign of your enthusiasm other than the way your nails scrape down his hips. The poor little rabbit's tiny claws are nothing in comparison to the big bad tiger's sharp fangs; you do nothing to mark his skin. But it's alright, even if he is to laugh at you.

His angelic voice brings forth chuckles that you're used to hearing, but so does it bring a telltale sigh of being on the edge. The girthy length in your mouth throbs deliciously and you feel yourself droll more in preparation for what is to come. In just another second, Gilbert will force his cum down your throat, and you're doing to drink every last drop of it - you'll have nowhere to go but to savor his taste. The familiar, slightly unfavorable taste of his cum that his infamous diet determines, you've grown accustomed to it like every other part of your beloved Gilbert.

"Take it all now, be a darling…"

The strain in his voice is sending your eyelids shut before you can even think of bracing yourself; relaxing your throat more and awaiting the second he paints the back of it white, you chase after that promised culmination in all its familiarity.

The realization comes a little late when he's already pulling out his cock from your mouth, drooling with saliva and cum, and your tongue swirls in the taste of him. He tastes…

"So delicious…"

Why yes, Gilbert loves your surprised face the best. Maybe a bit more than your blissfully fucked-out face that he claims to see little hearts floating all around, sometimes. You have to ask him about that; you have a great need to know which face of yours he adores the most, even if you're afraid of facing the same question in reverse when he throws the ball back at you.

"You love the taste of me? That's a nice thing to hear. I'll keep that in mind."

"Gilbert, you…"

No, you're sure. He must've changed something in his diet, you're sensitive to changes about him, of course you'd notice. He gives you a knowing face; a smirking one, he loves the fact that you've acknowledged it, you can almost hear his favorite praise of how smart you are. It's such a small thing but you feel like he's spoiling you with this, too; starting with the birthday delicacies from the moment you've opened your eyes.

Snuggling your way up into his embrace again, you let the world slow down again as he holds you in his arms, enjoying the feeling of him putting the fingers of one of your hands between his fingers and not even biting, like a cat that simply plays around… It's heartbreaking when you feel him pull away and rise to a sitting position, and you whiningly hold onto his shirt's sleeve as if that would do something. He can't just satisfy your dirty fantasies, cuddle you a little and then go about his day…! Even if it would be filled with little celebrations you can only wonder about.

"Would you like to hold it while I use the bathroom?"

Oh.

This day is just getting better and better.

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ikemenlibrary · 7 months

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Ikémen Prince Gift Exchange Masterlist

Thank you to everyone who chose to participate in this event and helped make it a success! Everyone is so talented, and I am in awe of all of you <3 Going through all your pieces have been truly enjoyable and I've loved every minute of it!

Prove It To Me | Jin Grandet x Reader | by @nightghoul381 for xxsycamore

They Say Distance Makes The Heart Grow Fonder | Nokto Klein x Emma (MC) | by @xxsycamore for nightghoul381

Unaccepted Together | Clavis Lelouch x Reader | by @nightghoul381 for scummy-writes

Autumn Daze | Gilbert Von Obsidian x MC | by @scummy-writes for daegupaksu

A Starry Tryst (Artwork) | Nokto Klein x Noele (OC) | by @daegupaksu for drachonia

Sea at Sunrise (Artwork) | Silvio Ricci x MC | by @drachonia for nightghoul381

Bookmarked Dialogue | Keith Howell x Julie (OC) | by @ikemenlibrary for queengiuliettafirstlady

The Gentle Stag Rewrites The Stars | Keith Howell x MC | by @queengiuliettafirstlady for ridiculouslly-ridiculous

Princess Picnic Pick Me Up | Rio Ortiz, Clavis Lelouch, Silvio Ricci, Gilbert Von Obsidian, MC | by @ridiculouslly-ridiculous for misty-moth

Peter Clavis and the Lost Boys (Artwork) | Clavis Lelouch, Nokto Klein, Luke Randolph | by @misty-moth for pondlilies00

Take a Rest (Artwork) | Sariel Noir x MC | by @pondlilies00 for alydra (bluejay-writes)

This is fine. | Chevalier Michel x MC | by @bluejay-writes for randonauticrap

Ember Glows the Heart | Leon Dompteur x MC/Reader | by @randonauticrap for myonlyjknight

A Clavish Day Off | Clavis Lelouch x MC | by @myonlyjknight for claviscollections

Petrichor | Yves Kloss x MC/Reader | by @claviscollections for pillowpillowillow

The Voyager Prince (Artwork) | Silvio Ricci | by @pillowpillowillo for aquilapolariz

In Business, In Life | Silvio Ricci x Hyacinth (OC) | by @aquilapolariz for tacogawa

La Belle et la Bête (Artwork) | Leon Dompteur x MC | by @tacogawa for kokorokai

The Tyrant's New Wife (Artwork) | Silvio Ricci x Airin D'Avalos (OC) | by @kokorokai for airin-queenz

Chilly Morning's Date | Licht Klein x MC | by @airin-queenz for ikemenlibrary

Read to Me | Chevalier Michel x MC | by @ikeromantic for aquagirl1978

What Was I Made For | Gilbert Von Obsidian x Rosemary (OC) | by @aquagirl1978 for prisoniclover

Return | Leon Dompteur x Emma (MC) | by @prisoniclover for chirp-a-chirp

Cat-astrophe | Clavis Lelouch x MC | by @chirp-a-chirp (with art by @aide-falls) for katriniac (ohtomatotome)

Getting There is Half the Fun | Keith Howell x Emma (MC) | by @ohtomatotome for violettduchess

Practical Magic | Clavis Lelouch x Emma (MC) | by @violettduchess for ikeromantic

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clavissionary-position · 8 months

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—gilbert spoilers, be aware—

Emma: Gil, I've noticed there's very little seafood in Obsidian.

Gilbert: (sets his research away) That's correct. What little we have comes from our lakes, and it's still too much of a hassle for us to consider importing. (He pats his lap)

Emma: (sets the giant tray of cookies down on his desk before plopping onto his lap) So people here have never had calamari?

Gilbert: (wraps his arms around her waist) Mmm, I'm sure people in certain circles have. I think they served it once during a ball in my youth. (He opens his mouth as Emma begins feeding him)

Emma: (pauses) Ah. I'm guessing those particular circles are... no longer around?

Gilbert: (smiles meaningfully) You catch on quick. (He pecks the cookie out of her hand and speaks while chewing.) Our aquaculture industry is far better than it was five or six years ago. Actually, I've thought about engineering our own species of squid.

Emma: Uh... what? Engineering? (She uses her fingertip to dab away some crumbs on his lip)

Gilbert: (watches her delightedly knowing that she's expecting him to bite any moment now) Hehe, indeed. I'm sure you've noticed while cooking here that not everything we grow is native to Obsidian.

Emma: (still on guard as she withdraws her finger without incident) Well, breeding and cultivating is one thing, but you said engineering. Like making something from scratch. Making meat, erm, I guess seafood. In a lab. Gil, I've never heard of anyone doing something like that outside of horror novels.

Gilbert: Little Rabbit. (He places a cool hand on her head and gives it a single pat) What's more horrible to you? Creating food or being without it?

Emma: (stares at him because he's clearly oversimplifying things)

Gilbert: (stares back with a pleasant smile, sunny as can be)

Emma: ...

Gilbert: ...

Emma: ......

Gilbert: ......

Emma: (epiphany)

Gilbert: (widens his smile, showing teeth)

Emma: So all the beef, the pork... The meat I've been baking into your cookies... (stares at the cookie in her hand as Gilbert's shadow covers her entire arm)

Gilbert: Hehe, not all of it, of course. But a country like Obsidian could hardly have come back from a famine as quickly as we did without some help.

Emma: (looks at Gilbert with a mixture of fear and awe; tries to only feel the awe)

Gilbert: (bittersweet pout) There's a certain principle that says that anything that can go wrong will go wrong at some point. You could call it the burden of the scientist. Knowing the worst-case scenario is only one mishap away, but also knowing that you can save ten-thousand people today. Oh—but as the evil villain, I've always pushed boundaries to satisfy my own curiosity.

Emma: (remembers what Roderich once said to her)

Gilbert: Ahaha, whaaat?

Emma: (looks him in the eye sincerely) I hate lies, you know.

Gilbert: ...!

Emma: (heaves a long sigh and then suddenly pushes a cookie into Gilbert's mouth) Despite what you say, I don't think you've ever really stopped to appreciate everything you're capable of, and everything, all the good that you've done.

Gilbert: (tries to speak but Emma silences him by partially covering his mouth with hers for a split second)

Emma: (pulls away with half the cookie in her mouth and a sad smile) The meat here in Obsidian is the best I've ever had. What hurts me is that I might have gone on without ever knowing just how thoroughly you've tread over every facet of my day-to-day life. Not just my life, but everyone's.

Emma: (chews cutely as she rests her head on his shoulder) What's horrible to me is not knowing how radiant you are.

a/n: i know jack shit about growing meat in a lab and i was too lazy to google soooo. also i remembered that the meat cookies emma starts making for gil are made using the meat from obsidian military rations, at least initially, ahaha ^^; emma didn't particularly care for the taste of the rations on the occasion(s) when she tried them, sooooo. but let's pretend she made her own jerky from Obsidian Beef to put into the cookies in this fic lol

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maries-gallery · 9 months

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Gil begging and whimpering 🥺🖤

❦ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ❦

ANON BLESS YOUR WONDERFUL BRAIN! No but I love how we mutually agree on the fact Gilbert is a helpless sub.

genre: nsfw, mdni

character: Gilbert Von Obsidian

warnings: sub!Gilbert, teasing, mentions of overstimulation, marking, biting, slight nipple play, oral sex (m. receiving), needy!Gilbert

heart banner by the lovely @/saradika

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Oh yes absolutely anon, dear Gil sounds so sweet as you tease him with your kitten licks to his flushed nipples. Teeth playfully nipping at the sensitive bud as one of your hands gently fondles his balls.

Your mouth trails fire down his chest, the flames of desire eating at him from the inside out, and he fears he might turn into ashes if this sweet torture carries on any longer.

“Plea-Please…” He gazes down at you through dark lashes, eyes hazy with feverish lust. And what’s worse is he cannot do anything about your teasing, for he readily agreed to be at your mercy tonight.

You can’t repress a smirk from touching your lips as you gaze up at him, wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts as his back helplessly arches off the bed and his hips desperately buck up against your hand in a wild search for pleasure.

“Please what?” You ask in a voice that’s both the sweet sound of a dove and the seductive lure of a snake. You know what he wants, the red hue on his cheeks and glassy look in his eyes speak louder than words. But you want him to say it, want him to work for his release.

It would be no fun otherwise, right? And you know Gilbert loves the chase, the game and the pain that comes from waiting a bit too long.

Indeed he loves it when your teeth dig in his skin to leave a mark, thrill and euphoria coursing through his veins as delicious shivers pinprick at his spine and a whimper falls from his lips. Only encouraging you further, trailing purple blooms down his chest as you make your way to his hard length.

“Plea-Please- Ungh-! Give me more…” He manages between pants and sharp intakes of breath, your cool breath all too close to his flushed tip for his thoughts to unfold correctly in his mind.

“Are you sure you can take more?” You ask, a sly grin curves your lips, hand wrapping around his cock as your tongue drops a gentle kitten lick to his tip. Your smile only widening as he whines in response, “You’re already so sensitive…”

Sensitive he is, after an hour of you playing around and teasing him without ever granting him the sweet mercy of release. Of you kissing, licking and biting every inch of him without ever tending to the one part of him that aches for you the most.

And you want to give him what he wants, to relieve him of this torture, but he just sounds so so sweet when he begs for you, when he whimpers and whines in your ears with every touch.

A part of you can’t help but wish to tease him further and test his limits. But nothing beats the sight of him when you finally take him in your mouth and let him slide down your throat, bobbing your head up and down as you play with his balls.

“Ah-! Ungh-! Too-Too good-!” He cries, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. Even so his hips can’t help but buck up against you, pushing his cock further inside your mouth until you’re gagging around him.

And you let him, because he deserves it after taking your merciless teasing. The prettiest when he explodes in your mouth in a flurry of incomprehensible moans and whines of your name. His brows furrowed and eyes clenched tight as he rides his high with needy humps and thrusts.

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violettduchess · 1 year

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A/N: Better late than never! Not a request, just my imagining what these lovely suitors would be like with an infant that wakes up crying 💜

CW: babies, breastfeeding

Suitors x female reader

WC: 2045

A cry rings out through a peaceful summer night at the palace.

It is small, but powerful.

And very, very insistent.

Leon

A light sleeper by nature, he gets up, murmuring for you to try and keep sleeping when he notices you stirring too. "I'll see what I can do for the little peanut." He crosses the room to the white bassinet with its pale pink ruffles, a gift from Uncle Yves. Inside his infant daughter is fussing. Tiny fists are clenching and unclenching as her small head turns fitfully left and right.

“Ah, c’mere sweetheart,” he says, voice still rough with sleep as he lifts her gently, laying her against his bare shoulder. One large hand rubs her back as he walks the length of the room, her tiny cheek warm as a spot of sunshine against his shoulder.

“I can take her–” you start to say as you push yourself upright in the bed, but he shakes his head, holding up a finger.

“I think we’ve got this handled, love. Take a look.” He walks over to your side of the bed, his hand still gently stroking the baby’s back. Her tiny head with its halo of black hair rests against him and is still. Not able to see her face, he turns sideways, giving you the sweetest view of your handsome, bare-chested husband holding your daughter close, her small face now relaxed again in sleep. Her father’s warmth was enough to solve whatever problem had woken her and she's drifted back off to the soft, hazy world of baby dreams.

You smile, feeling the way your heart expands, a paradox: never has it been so full of love and yet so very, very light.

Clavis

He wakes up immediately at his son’s first cry and is out of bed before the sound can even penetrate your deep sleep. He knows how often you get up, how often you are the only one who can satisfy your son’s voracious demands for food but Clavis has told himself that the little tyrant's demands that don't require milk, he will take care of himself. You, his dearest of dears, need as much sleep as you can get.

He bends down over the baby’s cradle, brushing back the boy’s angel-soft hair, the same twilight shade as his. “So noisy at such a late hour. My my. This won’t do.” Carefully he scoops up his son, adjusting his pajamas and then his hand freezes.

“Oh dear. I think I see why you’re so upset, little Lelouch.” The baby continues to whimper, little cries that, although Clavis knows they are harmless, still feel like they are stabbing right into the center of his tender heart. He never wants to hear his child in distress.

Reaching up, he turns the small knob on the lamp above the dresser where you have all of the baby’s changing things neatly laid out. His son squeaks out little sounds of agitation. “I’ve got you, don't worry. Papa's got you, always and--my goodness, how does such a tiny body produce this much liquid?” He talks, his words soft and almost sing-song as he changes his son’s pajamas and diaper with practiced hands. The baby, now removed of his damp clothing, stops whimpering, instead blinking up at his father with wide golden eyes.

“There has got to be a better solution to this than soaking all those linen diapers,” he mutters as he carefully slides chubby legs into fresh little stockings. “I bet I could invent something that might absorb all your perfectly healthy but still oh so stinky messes much better.” The baby kicks his legs and waves his arms, as if cheering in agreement and Clavis laughs softly, lifting his son back into his arms. “You agree with Papa? You think I can do that? Of course you do.”

He walks back to the cradle, turning his head to place a gentle kiss to the apple of his son’s plump cheek. He could hold him in his arms forever, never tiring of that infant smell, that the feel of his warm little body so trusting and sweet against him.

He pauses in front of the cradle. “Hmm….I know. Let’s go on a little nocturnal journey down the hall while talking through some chemicals and their rates of absorption. I bet you’ll be a perfectly delightful assistant.”

Jin

Both you and Jin yawn, sleepily rubbing at your eyes as your daughter’s cries fill the bedroom. One glance at the time and he sighs, reaching over to tenderly touch your cheek with the back of his hand. “She’s on time, our little one,” he murmurs in his deep voice even as you are pushing yourself up with one hand and already unbuttoning your nightgown with the other.

He gets up, walking over to the crib where the infant is crying, her shock of brownish hair standing up in every direction. “Mommy’s already getting ready for you, princess,” he says as he reaches down and lifts her. She’s so small in his large hands. He walks back to bed, murmuring soft little shushing noises, and then carefully hands her over to you. You help her find the right position and then sigh when she begins to nurse, her cries immediately quieted. Glancing up, you find Jin sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you both with a curiously thoughtful expression.

“What is it?”

He watches you a moment, then shakes his head, a sheepish grin on his handsome face. “It’s just….I’ve always liked that particular body part.” You snort, running your fingers over your baby’s fine chestnut hair. “That’s an understatement.” He chuckles, shrugging before continuing his thought. “Yeah well…it’s just…I think….now that I see ‘em being used to feed our little girl….I think….I think I actually like them MORE now.”

You can’t help it. You start giggling, a burst of yellow happiness that colors the gray exhaustion of new parenthood. “God, I love you.” You crook a finger at him and he matches your smile as he climbs back into bed and leans close to you. You place a kiss on his chiseled cheekbone, warm and affectionate. A sigh born of tender happiness is his answer, along with the words, “I love you too.”

Silvio

“Stay in bed. I’ll go.” He’s up, striding across the bedroom to the bassinet before you can even finish rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Aye, piccolino, sono qui.” He reaches down, running a hand over the restless infant's back. But no soothing words or pets seem to be enough. He lifts the baby carefully, still in that new stage of fatherhood where a baby feels like the most fragile thing in the world.

You watch your two pale-haired men, frowning slightly as the littlest one continues to fuss. "He can't be hungry again, can he?" You have just finished feeding him until he fell into a milk-drunk state of blissful sleep, his body heavy and warm, not thirty minutes ago. He had been sleeping so soundly that hope for more than an hour of sleep at one time had risen in your heart.

Silvio lays the baby against his shoulder. His hands are bare, with only his simple gold wedding band left on his elegant fingers. Every other piece of jewelry has been removed for the sake of his child. Necklaces would get in the way of his son sleeping on his bare chest. Earrings might hinder his ability to press his cheek against his fine, moonlight-spun hair.

"Ain't no baby in the world that could eat again after all that milk." He inclines his head towards his son. "Listen to you, cucciolo. All that growling." He rubs his small back in soothing circles. And then the most extraordinary thing happens: the tiny prince lets out the most raucous of burps. The kind that sends a quake through his little body.

"Dio mio," his father mutters, blue eyes wide as he looks down at his son. You grin through your sleepiness. "Here I thought only his grumbling was like his father."

Gilbert

His daughter's cry shatters the night's peace in an instant. Both you and Gilbert wake up immediately, but he's quicker than you, throwing back the covers and crossing the room to the cradle carved from darkest walnut.

He spots the problem immediately. At some point during the night she had kicked her blanket to the end of her cradle where it lies bunched up and useless. Her socks are nowhere to be seen, a display of her magician-like talent for making them disappear. He reaches down and sure enough, her tiny feet are like ice blocks.

"Always the same thing with you, oder Mäuschen? What have socks ever done to you?” He lifts her from her cradle, tucking her securely into the crook of his arm as he makes his way over to the dresser that has been designated hers. You reach across the bed, turning on the lamp that sits on his nightstand and he glances at you over his shoulder, eyes bright with appreciation. “Thank you, Häschen.” Now he can see better, his fingers trailing over the tiny rolled up socks and tights. When the baby makes a small cooing sound, he stops. “These?” He pulls out a pair of soft black tights embroidered with mini red roses. “Ahh a good choice.”

He hums as he walks over to the changing table, the sound soft and soothing, the gentle rush of a river through the night. As he carefully changes her diaper and then works her plump little legs into the tights, humming gives way to him singing. "Der Mond ist aufgegangen…"

She is curious, all thoughts of crying gone, watchful crimson eyes blinking as she keeps her gaze on the source of the calming sound. “Fertig,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to the soles of her now covered feet. "All done." Then he lifts her, carrying her not to her cradle but back to the bed. He slides in, leaning back against the support of the many bed pillows, settling in. Her eyes are already closing as she snuggles in close against his chest.

You watch them both with a smile as tender as the moon’s joy in the stars.

Chevalier

The man who took an army to wake up is on his feet in an instant. He is silent as he crosses the room, leaning down to check on his crying daughter, her pale head of blond hair gleaming silver in the moonlight. He carefully lifts her from the bassinet, marveling in the back of his mind at how very small she is.

He glances back to the bed where you are still deeply asleep. “Your mother is exhausted from all your demands.” He wouldn’t usually condone speaking to a baby as they are incapable of understanding but he’s found that she calms down when she hears his voice. Even now her whimpering stops, her tiny cheek resting on the soft linen of his shirt. She’s gone very still, as if truly listening to his words. “You’ve eaten twenty minutes ago. We can eliminate hunger. Your bottom is….” He pats it gently, checking. “...perfectly dry. The room is neither too hot nor too cold.” He wraps his hands around her feet. She’s still wearing her white socks trimmed with yellow lace. “Your feet are adequately covered.” He tips his head back to look down at her. Her perfect, tiny fingers are curled into his shirt and her body feels heavy, drowsy with sleep.

She attempts to turn her head, burying her face in his shoulder and he reaches up, helping her, running his strong fingers over her downy hair when she has found a position that is comfortable. Chevalier walks over to the white wooden rocking chair you have positioned by the window and lowers himself into it.

“You simply wanted to be held, didn’t you?” A heavy, stuttering sigh leaves her small body, almost as if in answer to her father’s line of questioning. He cups her head with his hand, tilting his face down to place a soft kiss on her hair. “I’ll comply, little one.” He settles into the chair and begins rocking gently back and forth, father and daughter, bathed in loving, silvery moonlight.

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omkookie · 1 year

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--♡𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞?♡--

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He stops before your door silver key in hand, and observes the light shining through the windows of your house, Poor thing... You didn't know what an unfortunate fate was about to befall you. His blood-red eye glimmers in the last rays of sunlight as he twists the key within the keyhole, hearing an audible 'click' before unlocking the door. He pushes the door open and steps inside quietly before observing the interior. He already had a basic layout of the house, along with directions, But still decided to have a look around for you anyway. Who knows? maybe you’ll unknowingly play a little game of hide and seek with him before he finds you.

He sees your coat hanging off of a garment rack and shoes stacked upon a small shoe rack near the door. He takes light steps, checking the living room for you, and then your bedroom.

He enters your bedroom, his eyes scanning the area thoroughly before falling upon the lingerie set you had left on your bed. He chuckles, 'So slutty.' picking it up, he inspects the undergarment, his fingers tracing the lace as he mutters something to himself before he sets the skimpy material down. He continues to look for you, taking slower but quieter strides across the house until he finally hears you in the kitchen.

You take two cups out of the cupboard and then set them on the table, moving swiftly throughout the Kitchen and preparing the dinner table excitedly. Your husband was going to join you for dinner tonight so you cooked his favorite food and took out a sweet vintage wine for him to drink with it. You set the table neatly, adding candles to set the perfect atmosphere and make everything romantic... And then you waited.

8:45 PM He was first 45 minutes late, So you waited until 9:00 before exhaling in disappointment. He promised you he'd be home at 8:00 PM sharp so the two of you could enjoy a nice dinner together and yet he didn't come home on time once again. You get out of your chair disappointedly to fix yourself a plate of food, figuring that there is no point in waiting for your husband anymore. ‘If he’s not home on time then he won’t be home for hours.’ You muttered to yourself.

As you pick up your fork and knife you feel somebody’s presence appear behind you and clamp a hand over your mouth. You squeal, startled by the hand and drop your kitchen utensils, then feel a warm breath hit your ear "Oh, Are you going to have dinner alone?" A voice you hate to admit you recognize asks you, making your heart set off in a panic and beat faster against your chest. The hand covering your mouth moves down to your throat, your perpetrator tightly gripping your throat with his left hand while his other hand moves to press a gun against your head. You freeze, expecting him to pull the trigger and end you right here and now but he clicks his tongue in amusement, "Can you believe he'd ask me to kill such a beautiful woman?" He talks, seemingly to himself as your hands nervously grip his arm with your fingers trembling in anxiety.

"What do you want?" You manage to rasp out between shallow breaths, "If it's money then just take my purse and go." You added, "Money?" He perked up, "Didn't you hear me when I said it's a shame your husband asked me to kill a beautiful woman like you?"

"...What nonsense are you sprouting?!" You hissed at him, your grip on his arm tightening and your nails digging into the fabric of his sleeve as his hold on your throat tightened firmly, his fingers putting pressure on your airway.

"Oh, If you don't believe me that's fine. I won't try to convince you to." He purrs, Sliding the gun from your head down to the sides of your waist before pointing the muzzle at your thigh, "You should be concerned about living now, rather than who sent me to kill you." His hold on your neck loosens slightly but only for him to push you down to the floor gun still pointing at you, "Get down." He says, and you comply, getting down just as he told. "What do you want?" You ask, licking your lip anxiously as you slowly move to get down on your knees, "I don't know?" He holds your hair tightly from behind, fisting it, then pushes you even lower down "You'll have to think of something so I don't blow your brains out I guess." He says nonchalantly. You feel the cold metal of the gun pressed against the nape of your neck and trailing down your back, making you instinctively shiver as your eyes start to sting with tears, "Please don't do this…" You beg him, your meek voice cracking as you lose more and more of your composure. "I don't know… He offered me some good money to get rid of you. Whether I kill you or not depends on you, What do you have to offer?" He toyed with you amused, his voice sounding awfully cheerful for the predicament you were in. "Erm… Anything you want? I have a savings account-" He clicked his tongue in disdain, cutting you off and then roughly shoving the gun into your mouth. The muzzle knocks into your teeth before he forces it deeper in while tugging on your hair to force your lips to open wider. Tears stream down your cheeks, As he looks down at you with a sadistic smile on his face, "You look so pretty like this," He says with a pleased sigh "I'll enjoy you first before I kill you."

He pulls you back to your knees by your hair, making you whimper in pain, gun still shoved in your mouth. His fingers let go of your hair to quickly wrap around your neck and choke you, “You’ll like this.” He whispers, his sickeningly sweet voice sounding awful in your ears. His hold on you is brutal as he slams your back down against the cold floor and grips your throat tightly, his body moving on top of yours to straddle you as you struggle to try and make him let go of you. “Look at you. all worked up and struggling to break free… Hasn’t anyone ever taught you that once you’re within a man’s grasp, a poor little woman like yourself can't get away?” The gun muffling your screams falls down onto the floor as you struggle, kicking and hitting him as hard as you can with your fists. Your lips turn blue and your face gets paler as he chokes you to the point of almost passing out, “Look at how blue your lips have gotten. I’m going to have fun forcing my cock inside you as you continue to beg me to stop and struggle.” He lets go of your throat and you inhale loudly, coughing as you try to take in as much oxygen as you can.

He gets off of you and yanks you up by your hair, Painfully throwing you face-first onto the empty side of the kitchen counter. You feel him hold both of your arms behind your back before hiking your dress up your hips.

“Please don’t do this” You beg him through tears, hoping he’ll change his mind and stop this. He rips your underwear off as you try to protest and fight back using whatever energy you have left, His rough hand slaps you hard once, a red mark forming on your cheek immediately, by the strong impact of his palm striking you, "Don't struggle too much now." He growls through his teeth, His hand sliding over your pussy for his fingers to rub at your clit. He presses his knee between your legs to forcefully spread them apart, and slaps you a second time when you try to close them. his fingers pull your underwear to the side to run through your folds, While caressing you he sharply yanks your hair back, his other one moving down to tug on his zipper and unzip his trousers.

“Can you feel how hard you’ve made me? This cock is going to be in you, rearranging your insides soon bunny.” You whimper as his arm sneaks around you for him to grip your neck again, and he pumps his hardened cock before pressing it against your ass. "If you want to live then you'll behave yourself and be a good girl for me,,, won't you?" He bites your neck leaving a painful bruised mark behind, making you cry out in pain and shiver. "You'll be a good girl for me, won't you? Say you’ll be a good bunny." He repeats himself, his grip on your neck tightening to the point of being unbearable “Say you’ll be my good girl.” He orders "I will! I~ I’ll be your good girl." You manage to get out, your voice coming out hoarse and you hic when his hold on your neck loosens, "Let's see if you can be a good girl then. put your hands on the counter." He commands you, letting go of you while you hesitantly do as he says. He picks up his gun off the floor and wipes it with his hand while you stand in front of him nervously with your palms pressed flush against the cold counter. He licks his lips, the sight of you helpless and at his mercy arousing him, painfully so, as he feels how his hard cock twitches because of you to the point where it's aching, begging to already be shoved into your little cunt and ruining you as you scream. He walks beside you and leans against the kitchen counter, then points his gun at you, "Get on your knees and pray you know how to give good head" He watches in satisfaction as you shuffle to do as he says, disgust plastered all over your face as you kneel before him, "If you try to bite me I'll blow your fucking brains out." He warns you.

His hand makes its way into your hair and then he roughly pulls it to hurt your scalp as a warning. You grimace at him, grossed out by just how much of a crazed monster this man is... He pulls you forward towards his manhood and you try to surpass a gag, already feeling nauseous by what you're about to do because of him. “Go on.” He encourages you. Your hand hesitantly moves up to wrap around his shaft before you stroke it once, your fingers deftly pumping it while he holds the gun to your head, "Take it into your mouth." He urges you inclining his hips toward you.

You lean closer to his shaft and lick a stripe down the base, your tongue tracing the vein on the left side of it, and you hear his breath hitch. You pump him with your hand, not quite sure how exactly you'll take him into your mouth because he is quite big. You give his cock small kitten licks, your tongue giving special attention to the head until you suck the tip and wrap your mouth around it, hollowing your cheeks out and taking him as much as comfortable into your mouth. Your other hand wraps around his shaft to pump him as you Bob your head up and down, making him twitch inside of your mouth. Your abuser's head falls to his shoulder as he sighs, his fingers brushing your hair out of your face and stroking your head as he praises you, "Good bunny..ah... You're doing so well with that mouth."

He pets your cheek, lightly thrusting his hips forward to make you gag. Tears form in the corners of your eyes from the action but you continue to please him. He moans quietly, relishing in how warm your mouth feels as you suck his cock off, "You're doing so we-ll…hah… I might just make you my own wife instead." You just look at him with a glare from the corner of your eye, "You'd like that wouldn't you?" He continues, "You're choking on my shaft now while your husband is away."

Spit drips down the corners of your mouth as he forces your head lower down on his shaft, "You're such an unfaithful wife. Choking on my shaft like a slut just begging for it… Would you like me to fuck you in your shared bedroom where you and your husband sleep next?" He abuses your throat, making you gag and cry with tears running down your cheeks like a stream as he thrusts faster and deeper, hitting the back of your throat hard. "Oh but I suppose it's my fault you're being such a dirty slut of a wife right now"

"If your husband wasn't an asshole you wouldn't be forced to choke on my dick."

He thrusts into your mouth a few more times, his movements slowing down as his hips tremble slightly and you feel him twitch in your mouth, Thick cum soon hitting the back of your throat as he reaches his release. He holds your head on his shaft, refusing to let you go even as you gag and feel disgust rise from the pit of your stomach again, "Swallow it." He orders you, "I'll let you go when you take all of my cum" Your brows furrow in disdain, your need to breathe quickly overriding your disgust as you swallow his cum, desperate to have air. He pulls your head back, saliva still connecting your lips to his shaft as you pant heavily and he sticks his thumb into your mouth, making you stick your tongue out "Good bunny~" He purrs, "Get up now and put your hands on the counter again." He reaches under your arms to help prop you up, Your legs feel weak and your panting still has not subsided as you slouch atop the kitchen counter, too tired to hold yourself up on it.

He pets your head from behind, his fingers hiking your dress up once more before moving towards your pussy again. He rips your underwear off then spreads your folds apart, feeling his fingers become wet as he prodded your tight pussy’s entrance. He pulls his fingers back to see them slick with your juices and then tilts his head in amusement, "Oh, What's this?" He inquires "Does this turn you on so much? Being taken advantage of?"

His other hand strokes your ass, his fingers squishing the soft flesh there before he insults you, “What a slutty little bunny you are.”

"If you want me to fuck your cunt so badly that you've gotten this wet then I ought to do as you desire." He shoves two fingers into your pussy, making your hips twitch, and he moves them slowly inside... He rubs your walls his fingers pumping in and out of you as he adds another one to quicken his pace. He takes hold of your leg and pulls it to the side to spread your thighs wider for him to finger you easier. He puts another finger in before clicking his tongue and turning you around, hoisting you up so you can sit on top of the kitchen counter. He stretches your walls loosening you up enough for him to sheathe his cock into you without you having to be in too much pain. You frowned up at him, A quick "Slow down" leaving your mouth as you grabbed onto his shoulders.

He pauses for a moment then resumes to fingering you too fast and making you huff as your legs tremble and try to close, as you feel like he’s about to force your orgasm out of you, "I know you're ready for me bunny" He pulls his fingers out of you, licking them clean of your juices and getting a sweet taste of you. "Wait-" You choked out,

"What?" He asks, his single red eye glimmering in delight as it looks straight into your own eyes. "I...I'm not ready." You voice out, guilt clouding your head once again because he was about to force himself into you… and you’re allowing it.. again. "Aww, are you feeling bad for your husband?" His fingers stroke your thigh, gently caressing your soft skin, "I'm…" Your voice cracks as you begin to cry once more, loud sobs leaving you and wrecking your body. He looks sympathetic... Almost apologetic even. stroking your hair gently, he hugs you closer to him "Shh… I won't take long." He whispers into your ear, making you shiver. Your hands press against his chest as hard as they can, trying to push him away from you but he merely grabs your legs before aligning himself at your entrance. He enters you with one long thrust, making you nearly scream as you hurriedly clamp a hand over your mouth to stifle the loud moan threatening to escape you.”Fuck, you’re so tight..” He breathes in deeply, feeling your soft walls welcome him in and stretch around his shaft, his hands move to wipe the tears forming at the corners of your eyes “Fuck, Bunny… You’re so tight.” He groans “Can you feel how hard you’re clenching around me?” he begins moving, his shaft dragging sickeningly well along your walls and giving you an awful sense of pleasure… You curse yourself mentally as you moan underneath him like a bitch in heat and wrap your legs around his waist to pull him deeper in. “G-Good bunny..” He praises you, then nips on your neck, leaving a sweet and tingling mark there. “Haah..” You moan beneath him, unable to contain your voice anymore. Despite how much you hated him… this. he was unfortunately turning you on. “Look at how loud you’re being~ you really are...a..a slutty bunny.” He chuckles as the sound of skin hitting skin combined with your moans and his grunts echoing throughout the otherwise quiet house. “I knew you'd enjoy this, bunny.” He kisses you as tears escape your eyes, leaving you a whimpering mess at his mercy. He pulls your hips up changing angles for the better as his shaft reaches deeper into you, dragging along every pleasant nerve and spot.

“Please-..” You mewl unsure of what you’re beginning for.. his cock? This is so shameful and embarrassing... “Please what bunny?” He inquires, his thrusts slowing down but becoming harder. “Do you want to cum?” His grin is awfully smug, his black eye patch somehow finally catching your eye as you gaze up at him stubbornly refusing to answer. your eyes almost burn a hole into the dark material of his eye patch with how hard you’re staring, and he takes note of this. “Oh. Are you curious? Too bad I can’t show you… I'd have to kill you then.”

Your breath audibly hitches in your throat as his cock hits that one good spot inside of you, making your toes curl and your fingernails dig into his shoulders as you whimper and hold onto them for support. “What a stubborn little bunny.” He stops moving and the abrupt lack of stimulation just frustrates you further as you glare at him, “Please..” You can’t stop the words from escaping your lips, “Please keep on fucking me hard Gilbert~”

“I want to cum” You added, needily arching your hips toward him. His eye sparkled in satisfaction as he leaned down to your ear to whisper, “I’m so happy to finally hear you say my name.. Ah” he starts moving again, his thrusts slow at first then, gradually becoming faster as your hand moves down to rub at your clit while he pounds into you, a series of loud moans leaving you both. “-Fuck.. Bunny... I missed fucking you like this so much.” You hear him say as you clench around him, your pleasure quickly building up until you finally throw your head back, nearly screaming his name as your orgasm washes over you and makes you cum all over his shaft. “FUCK- Gilbert~!..ooh...”

A minute later, he’s cursing under his breath his hips sloppily moving as he slows down his thrusts until you hear him moan quietly, his cock shooting long ropes of cum within you and painting your walls white.

Filled with his cum, You lay there panting, neither of you daring to say anything until you finally feel relaxed enough to speak. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again” You admitted truthfully. “I said I’d steal you away, didn’t I?” He replies as he rubs your cheek, his red eye softening as he sweetly looks at you.

You both gaze at each other for a while before you tug on his necktie, pulling him down for a comfortingly sweet kiss. As the two of you change angles to deepen the kiss. you hear the front door being loudly unlocked and then thrown open with a loud ‘thud’, someone finally making his way into your house. “Ah, There’s your husband.” Gilbert chuckles as he pulls out of you, his cum with your juices combined beginning to drip out of your pussy almost instantly. He pulls back from you to tug your dress back down your hips, and tuck himself back into his trousers, “Let’s greet him, shall we? After all, he’s the fool who ordered your assassination.”

“And later let’s have some of that dinner you made.”

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xbalayage · 8 months

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The Beast

Gilbert/Reader Smut [MDNI] WC: 772 TW: blood, asphyxiation

The crazy thing is, you didn't even understand how it ended up being like this. Stuck in such a close proximity to the last person you wouldn't want to be caught DEAD with.

He must've been a world wide calamity in other ways -- the air was harsh and thick, unbearable and hard to breathe in but your body was reacting on its own volition. It's like he was casting a spell over you. Your eyes seemed locked on his deadly stare; addicting, yet dangerous.

"I didn't ask to be stuck with you, yet here you are little rabbit, caught in the trap I set. You shouldn't leave yourself vulnerable when beasts like me are around and enjoy the smell of fear on your skin. It's delightful." He reeked of a midnight slaughter, copper staining his essence. You felt sick to your stomach but your body was frozen in place.

His fingers lingered in your hair, delicate yet lethal, lifting it up to those poisonous lips you could get drunk on, and leaving a dominate kiss upon. Adrenaline rushed to your fingertips, your breath trembling at how innocent but possessive he appeared. His presence was a stalking comparison to his usual facade. A hunger laced deep in his movements, his teeth bared in a smile ready to devour you whole.

"Heehee, don't be afraid, I'll be gentle," he whispered empty promises of trust, but your head spun in unusual desire at his hands tainted of war and deceit. After all, you were the fool who should've known better to dance in the belly of the beast's landmine disguised as a playground.

His hand restrained your wrist, his other at your throat; he was hungry for the blood that ran deep in your porcelain complexion. You shouldn't want this - your heart rang like a drum in your ears and the lust in his gaze only grew at noticing, his arousal painted deep into the features that darkened over.

In seconds, Gilbert claimed those trembling lips with a quick tongue and vicious teeth, drawing the color of roses in their wake. Oh, how your complete submission only taunted the tides further, he lost himself in the storm of your beauty. He quickly lapped up the blood that spilled, controlling your ability to breath was a tease to himself. The look in your eyes as it started to drift from consciousness only drove him further down the spiral of madness. He kept his grip enough to control you. His aggressive mouth then found their mark on thick muscle of your neck, biting and sucking hard to watch you fall apart at his hands.

He eased up on your wrist, the look in his eyes dared you to move while he busied himself lose of his belt. You wouldn't dare taunt a starving animal further. This descent to lustful madness fogged your mind, the overwhelming desire to be used winning over - causing aching moans to escape past your bruised and bloody lips.

Then, you felt it, and he gave no warning.

His swollen cock was like a magnet for your throbbing pussy as he entered you without a second thought. He made quick work to become one with you, his movements animalistic in behavior and it craved the deep entrails of your body. You'd scream in the pain and pleasure if you could, but your mind was empty and spinning, his ministrations rough and hungry for more as he conquered every inch.

He continued for so long, the only sound echoing were of his panting and laughter in disbelief and lust. "Your gripping me like your life depends on it, little rabbit, trying to milk me for all I have. Heehee, have you wanted this for as long as I have? I'd dreamed of a moment like this. To see you disheveled and begging me for more. I need no words, your body is honest enough for me. You're such a good girl taking me whole."

Lifetimes seemed to pass, he was fucking you dumb and sore; your body finds release around him as your words were a jumbled, incoherent mess of moans. The last thing you hear, the last thing you see is the face of satisfaction of the beast releasing his seed deep into your womb, a devilish grin on his face. His grip tighten on your throat in response and it was enough for the world to start turning black. He leaned in and left a surprisingly gentle kiss upon your forehead before everything disappeared and your body felt slack.

"Sleep well, darling," swam in your ears before night befell your sex ridden mind.

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ikesimpleton · 8 months

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Gil, please…

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aquagirl1978 · 3 months

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Uuummm hi , 👋😊. I was wondering if U make like stories on ikemen prince . If u do , can u pls pls pls pls make one on Gilbert being a father🤞🤞.I NEED IT 😩😫 plssssss . Ofc you are not force to . TYsm ❤️👑💋

Thank you @alfonssylvaticasbitch for this very lovely ask - as his route is releasing in EN in just a few hours, I thought it would be fitting to post this today.

Anti-Hero - Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N #1: This is now the third Gilbert as a dad fic I've written and also the third fic I've titled after a Taylor Swift song (I promise I am not a Swiftie!) - make of this what you will.

A/N #2: Happy Route Release Day Gilbert - congratulations, now all your secrets will soon be known.

Pairing: Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader

Prompt: Gilbert as a dad

Word Count: 680

Tags: fluff, no spoilers (other than an appearance by Walter who is just "some guy" in this fic), Gilbert has a daughter

“Here,” the little girl said, placing a toy dragon into Roderich’s hands, “you get to be the dragon today.”

The man wearing a dark hood covering his face stared down at the toy. “Why am I always the dragon?” he muttered.

“Would you rather be the troll?” Walter asked, eyeing the very ugly toy in his hand. “Just go along with it, you don’t want to make him angry.”

Roderich turned his head to see Gilbert seated on a large stone, his little rabbit not far from him.

“Why isn’t he ever the dragon?” Roderich mumbled under his breath. He turned his attention back to the game at hand and moved his dragon to the entrance of the play-castle.

He made loud roaring sounds; the little girl smiled and shrieked, happy to see her friend play along.

“Papa, Papa ! Help me!!!!” she called out frantically. Her arms flailing, she flopped over onto her side, the doll in her hand falling from her fingers. “The dragon…” she gasped, “is coming to get me!”

“Rawr!” Roderich shouted as he moved the dragon closer to the little girl’s doll. He watched as she clutched her heart, sighing dramatically – something her father had done on more than one occasion.

“Papa!” she cried breathlessly. “I need you,” she gasped, “I need my hero to save me!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at your daughter’s theatrics – while she inherited your hair and eyes, she inherited her melodramatics from Gilbert.

“Go,” you urged, “she needs you.”

Gilbert looked at his daughter and then back at you. “I’m not a hero,” he said. “Anti-hero, maybe. But I’m the villain…”

His voice trailed off as his focus turned to his daughter. Sprawled out on the floor, she lay still as the mean and scary dragon approached the princess.

You tugged gently on Gilbert’s sleeve, his gaze returning to you. “In her eyes, you are her papa. A great and wonderful man who adores her. In her world, she only knows the good you have done.”

“I have done bad things. Terrible things.” He tilted his head, sadness washing over his face. “And I might do them again.”

“You won't," you replied softly, to which Gilbert huffed a puff of air.

“And you, little rabbit, how do you see me?”

“I see a man with a good heart who loves his family and his country.”

His expression softened, the way he looked at you was so gentle; he couldn't argue with you – there was not a lie in your voice. His rose-red eye wavered as he pulled you into an embrace, his arms circling your waist, squeezing you so tight.

“I wouldn’t survive without you,” he whispered into a kiss placed upon the crown of your hair.

You pressed your cheek into the dark fabric covering his chest, humming your acknowledgment.

“That’s why I’ll never let you leave my side.”

You pulled away, needing to look into his eye when you spoke. “I wouldn't want it any other way.”

He pressed his lips against yours in a rare sign of affection in front of others. Cool against warmth, it was over before it could go any further.

You ran your palms slowly down his arms, your hands slipping into his. “Now go, be her hero.” You let go of his hands, and watched him walk away.

He took a seat on the ground next to his daughter; once she was calmed, Gilbert turned to you. He held out his hands, his fingers curving into a heart as he smiled at you.

Your heart filled with warmth as Gilbert picked up the toy knight and played the part of the hero, slaying the mean dragon and saving the princess. Nothing could have made you happier than when you saw the smile on your daughter’s face.

“Thank you for saving me, papa,” she squealed as he lifted her in the air. “I love you!”

“I love you, too,” you whispered, giving your husband and child a moment together, their laughter so loud and infectious you couldn't help but join in their joy.

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