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krazieka2 · 2 months
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Baby Emblem. Three Babies
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satoshy12 · 3 months
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Danny, the child of Gotham and Bruce
+ Eldtrich horror Gotham, think of Nyx from Lore Olympus, just with more shadow tentacles.
While on a Gala Gotham
In all her eldtrich glory, Gotham came to Brucie Wayne and left their toddler eldtrich child in his lap. Tiny Danny has black hair, blue eyes, tiny bat wings, and fangs.
It became a news paper!
But most people weren't that surprised, just confused. How do you have a child in a city? Is it like when a god had a child with the earth or so?? 
Don't ask Bruce! He has no idea!
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For extra drama
Metropolis, in his eldtrich, handsome light form, is angry that Bruce slept with Gotham.Only for Gotham to say she doesn't care about him anymore!
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Poor Bruce, believe him! He didn't mean this!! 
But not even one person believes him, and worse, his children! They joke that Gotham is now their stepmother. And Lady Gotham is totally okay with it!
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ghastlybirdie · 3 months
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John Price is, of course, the husband that has a special whistle just for you
Did he lose you in a store or needs to get your attention? He whistles in the way meant for only you
Only needs to do it once till you’re bounding the corner seconds later and going straight to him, no detours, smiling at him just the way he likes
It’s worked on day one and knew from then that you were his
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sporkberries · 1 year
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Robin(1993) is a comic where things happen
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inkskinned · 2 years
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i know people are good because of this: the universe often assigns me side quests. in a circular strangeness; despite my inability to locate my-own-anything, i am almost-always finding someone else's lost things. dogs, coats, phones, cash, laptops. it happens so often it's almost tiring; suddenly being looped into a tiny amount of detective work.
but when i'm with other people who are not used to this: the response is almost invariably delight. yes, maybe they are simply thrilled by the mystery. it's just... they light up so much. i think maybe more... i think they like the opportunity to do something kind.
a few weeks ago, i was at a bar and i found a wallet as soon as we stepped outside. i felt nervous to ask for help, worried i would be holding up the night. i picked it up and said go on without me, i should help this get back to its home.
instead, three people pulled out their phones - to find him on facebook, to help cancel his credit cards. two people went back into the bar to tell the bartender, two others went calling down the street. group texts, facebook posts, instagram stories. people, without even seeing what happened, start offering help to me. fifteen minutes and: someone knows someone who knows the guy. the cheer that went up - just for finding him, just for this small thing. someone gets him on the phone. strangers dance around me, hopping on their feet - are you the girl that found that wallet? good for you, that's a good thing you're doing/same thing happened to me and somebody did what you're doing and i thank god everyday for people like you/i can't believe you found him so fast this is so exciting
i gave it back to him in a parking lot. i watched his shoulders sag with relief. there was cash in it still - he checked the pocket, and then sheepishly held the money out to me. i didn't take it. i held up my hands. "it's no problem, man. i know you'd do the same for me."
i don't know him, to be honest. i don't know if he is the same kind of person i am. but he nodded at me.
and i know people are good. i know people are good, because the way this story ends isn't surprising. we wave goodbye awkwardly. my friend loops their arm around me.
"i can't believe we got it back to him," they said. "i'm going to be riding that high for weeks."
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milkcioccolato · 7 months
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Good Dad Mace Windu strikes again!
I love to show how I think Maul would fight against the constant call of the dark side, and how Mace is absolutely amazing at regulating his violent instincts!
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ladykeyleth · 6 months
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— I do feel really bad that I strangled [Pâté]. — We are pretty mean to him.
Bonus:
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waiting-so-long · 3 months
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A Step - Series
Part 1 - A Step Forward.
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The post that started it all, here. Series Masterlist Here
Neighbor!John Price x Single mom!Reader
Summary - With fresh start in a new town, the only thing you care about is that you have your boys. Keeping them safe and happy is the only thing that matters now. That’s your priority. What you didn’t expect was your new neighbor’s priority being your safety and happiness. And John Price is nothing, if not committed.
Warnings - Heavily implied domestic abuse. Will probably become more graphic later on. John’s not really in this one much. Mostly focused on readers inner monologue and relationship with her sons.
A/N - AHH okay okay I did it! This idea was drilling a hole in my head and I had to get it out, I have like two other parts planned. Maybe more, we’ll see lol Written on mobile so formatting sucks.
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“Are we there yet?”
The sleepy whine from the back seat shook you from your daze. You glance away from the seemingly endless trees you’ve been driving past into the rearview mirror. Your sons sit in their car seats - Elliot still rear facing, but you can see him sleeping from the small mirror attached to the headrest. Charlie sits with his head lolled to the side, looking bored out of his poor little mind.
A quick look to your GPS shows your arrival time. “Almost, baby. Just twenty more minutes.” You should have known that wouldn’t be enough to satisfy him. You remember being a kid. Twenty minutes was either barely enough time to dress your doll, or enough time for you to nearly starve to death while waiting for dinner.
“But when will we get thereeee?” Another whine, and despite how it grates on your growing headache, you really can’t blame the kid. You’re tired of being in this damn car, too.
With another glance back to him, you sigh, “About as long as an episode of Ben10. Maybe a little less. What’s your favorite episode, again?” Distract. Always offer a distraction, it’s gotten you this far with him, at least.
You try your hardest to listen to Charlie tell you every little detail of his favorite show, as if you haven’t seen it 100 times right there with him. You try, but you find your mind wandering again.
‘Will I be able to get to the store tonight?’
‘Will I be able to get the boys things settled before bedtime?’
‘Is the neighborhood as nice as it seemed online?’
‘What if the house is completely different than advertised?’
‘What if it’s not actually furnished, and I have to buy all new everything?’
‘How will I afford it?’
‘How do I know we’ll be safe here?’
‘God, please let us be safe here.’
“You have arrived to your destination.” Oh.
At least the outside looks as it should. It’s not a big house by any means, but it’s got a cute little front porch that you could maybe put a swing on for the boys, maybe some potted plants. You can build a home out of it for your boys. Right?
You pull into the driveway, the backseat now quiet as both boys sleep. You need just a minute, just one minute. Pressing your hands against your eyes to relieve some pressure, you take a deep breath and hold it. You made it. You’re here, you have your boys. You’re okay.
After swallowing the lump in your throat, finally, you exhale, and open your door. Swinging the diaper bag onto your back, you open the back door to gently wake up Charlie. Once he’s on his feet, though still wiping the sleep from his eyes, you make sure he follows you around to get Elliot.
For just a moment, you consider setting up a show on your phone for the boys to watch inside, while you unload. But Charlie asks, “What can I carry, mom?” He looks so eager and excited to help, you couldn’t possibly take that away.
You look to the passenger seat. You had thrown a few books, and some barely important items from a shelf into a small box last minute. It wasn’t too heavy, small enough that he could handle, but could also support it with both arms for stability.
He takes the box happily, already feeling satisfied that he was able to help.
Elliot squirms in your arms as you reposition him again to grab a box of your own. You’re turning around, just taking a step away from the car when you hear Charlie gasp, and half a second later, a crash. Damn, something in that box must have been glass.
You wish you could say that sound didn’t make you jump, that your heart wasn’t pounding, blood rushing in your ears. But years of being scared to make too much noise, of being threatened for drawing too much attention, has you holding your breath, shoulders tense as you wait for the booming voice demanding an explanation.
The voice doesn’t come.
‘You made it, he’s not here. Deep breath, inhale, exhale. Turn around.’ Any momentary relief you felt with that thought vanished the moment you see Charlie. Wide eyes, filled with tears, arms out as if the box still lay there instead of spilled on the driveway, a candle rolling into the grass.
“Baby, it’s oka-“ You can’t finish your sentence before your son’s emotions catch up to him. A loud, high-pitched, scared, sob escapes his mouth, before he covers it with both hands.
“Mommy, I’m so sorry, please don’t be mad, it was just an accident, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I just wanted to help,” Charlie’s frantic voice breaks your heart clean in two.
You squat down, rather ungracefully, dropping your box on the ground. Elliot fusses at your movements, and you say a silent prayer that you can calm his older brother down before he loses it too.
“Charlie, look at me, honey.” His soft curls fell into his eyes when he shook his head. You brush them back, before cupping his cheek in your hand, brushing his tears away as well. “No one is mad at you. I know it was just an accident. You’re safe. We’re okay, yeah? No one is mad. We’re safe.” Those two words you’ve repeated to yourself a million times over on the drive here. Saying them out loud now feels like a world lifted off your shoulders, but also forms a rock in your stomach. You made a promise, now you have a responsibility to keep it.
Still cooing and shushing Charlie as his breathing slows, you think you have just about redeemed the situation, when you hear a voice. A booming voice. Deep, but not familiar, you remind yourself. Even so, you immediately stand straight, instinctively turning so you’re shielding your boys.
“Excuse me, miss.” You look up to see a man, tall and broad, making his way to you. You’re not sure why, but some of your fight response wears off when you meet his eyes. He continues, “You look like you could use a hand. I’m John. I live in that house, there.” He points behind him, to the house just to the left of yours. “Would you like some help getting that cleaned up?”
You take a moment to assess him, and your situation. He looks kind, he’s asking if you’re comfortable with him helping, not just jumping in regardless of how you feel. It’s obvious he’s quite strong, definitely strong enough to carry what you packed.
Boxes and trash bags stuffed as much as they could be, and almost too heavy for you to even put in the car. Two boys who are hungry and tired. Yourself not much better off - achy bones, throbbing head.
You meet his eyes again. ‘Blue,’ is the only thing you can think for just a beat. Another wave of fight leaves your body, your own eyes softening with an exhale. “That would be lovely, thank you, John. These are my sons,” You extend your free hand, tell him your name, and shake. His warm, calloused, scarred hand engulfs your own. He smiles, then releases you, squatting as you were earlier to pick up your belongings on the ground.
“Go ahead, and get them inside. I’ll sort this out, and bring it up. Would you prefer me to leave it on the porch, or bring it inside?” Him giving you an option, wanting you to be comfortable, made the rock in your stomach lighten. Just a bit.
“Would you bring it inside, please?” You grab Charlie’s hand, wiggling Elliot higher on your hip.
“Of course.” He stood, he picking up the small box, and the box you were holding before, following behind you as you unlocked your door for the first time.
‘We made it,’ you think, taking your first step into your new home.
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A/N pt 2. Please tell me what you think! I’m actually quite proud of this!
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willowser · 2 days
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HMMMMMM interesting to think about arranged marriage with prince shouto...............
i think he wouldn't know. what to expect with you. i think he'd have an idea, as in, what his father, the king, has taught him; the duties of a wife, where your importance ranks in relation to his duties. what he's not meant to discuss with you, like politics and matters at court and foreign relations. how you will speak to him. what to buy in the event that you become...unhappy. a nuisance.
("and she will," enji had muttered, briefly glancing up from the parchment on his desk to fix shouto with a look he didn't understand. "they always do.")
you don't meet until the royal wedding, when you're coming down the long aisle of the grand cathedral, dressed up in a swathe of silk and lace. a thin, gossamer veil hides you from him, but he can feel the ardor in your eyes, the intensity burning through the material. it doesn't seem real until your bare face is only a breath from his own, until he has to see the earnestness in your stare, too.
your kiss is simple and chaste, nothing spectacular, something that leaves his mind as soon as it's over. ever a todoroki, a hundred other things enter his mind, all regarding his now iron-laid obligations: it's vital he meet with advisor keigo to reiterate the plan to establish his authority among the council; general aizawa is in attendance to the wedding, and shouto has not yet received word on his opinion of the new king's ideas to modernize their armed forces; midoriya is somewhere, no doubt wanting to go over state affairs again.
truthfully, shouto doesn't spend long "celebrating". there's already too much that's required of him, hardly enough time to even scarf down a few bites of the banquet laid out before he's being chartered off into discussions on foreign relations and infrastructure development. maybe once or twice does he look back to check on you, chatting pleasantly with his mother and sister at the front of the great hall, and that's satisfying enough.
it's not until much later that he sees you again; freshly bathed and wearing something sheer and long and white, atop his bed.
or his marriage bed, he must remind himself.
enji didn't spend long going over consummation, with him or either of his brothers—natsuo, red-faced and annoyed at the very subject, always storming off, and touya had seemed well-aware of the process, at the time (back before he'd been ex-communicated). it had sounded simple: strip off your dress, get his cock out and into you, and only retreat once he was sure his seed had been spilled.
—so he's not exactly sure what to do or think or how to feel, when you're laid bare and reaching up to hold his face.
it's so startling that he sits back on his knees, to frown where he's looming over you.
you stare at him quietly, like you're expecting him to say something, and he only has a moment to wonder if this is you becoming an unhappy nuisance—what had been the answer, to solve this, anyway?—before you let out a soft laugh.
"c'mere," you tell him, sitting up, too, when he keeps his distance. "i want you to kiss me."
"i already have."
"yes," you laugh again, amusement glowing in your eyes, like the warmth off the fireplace, as you reach for the ties on his trousers. "but you're meant to do it again."
and up until then, he'd felt confident in his achievements, his executions; he'd managed a lot today, in one evening, and he had a lifetime to manage more. it was a good a start as any, he'd thought, but now—
shouto almost can't get the words out when he feels your hands ghosting up the inside of his shirt, nails tickling over his ribs. "a-am i?"
you wrap your arms around his waist in what could be a hug, scooting forward to look up at him with your chin against his chest. "yes," you smile and—it's familiar in a way, how touya would whenever he was teasing. "you're my husband, you're meant to kiss me whenever i want."
that—was not something his father had ever said, he was sure, and it was a too-rare exchange between his own parents. now that he thinks about it—and he does, then, because he's faced with the reality that he doesn't know as much as he should—he's not sure the former king and queen even sleep in the same room, much less the same bed.
much less hug and touch and even smile, the way you do now.
there's no argument he can make against it, aside from finding keigo to find his father to verify the truth to such a statement, and he's only meant to retreat from this bed on one condition.
and if this is what it takes to meet that—then shouto supposes he'll have to do it, for now. he's a brand new king, after all, and it would seem he still has much to learn.
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mariclerc · 2 months
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An unexpected role | cl16
Summary: You revealed your little secret to your date, you didn't expect he would take it so well.
Warning: fluffy Charles, step dad!Charles, some tears while storytelling.
a/n: This is a little long story, but I hope you like it! Let me know in the comments if you'd like a part two of this. Part 2 Part 3
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You never thought you'd go back to dating after the way your last relationship ended, which wasn't in a pleasant way... But here you were, in a coffee shop with a guy who was a known friend to your bestie, Lola, what seemed strange to you is that you never heard her talk about him... And obviously she hardly talked about him, since he is a racing driver.
To your surprise the date was going very well, you seemed to be in a fairy tale or something similar, you had a good feeling in your chest and it had been a long time since you had felt that way with someone.
“But I'm done talking about myself... Tell me more about yourself” He said while giving you a little smile, he told you about his races and that seemed very interesting to you, you used to be a Formula One fan when you were a little girl you watched the races with your father.
You let out a small sigh. "About me? I don't know what you would like to know about me, I don't think I have a very interesting life compared to yours.”
He denied while smiling. “You can tell me anything about yourself and I will find it very interesting.”
As if by fate, your cell phone, which was on the table, turned on showing a message from Lola, she was taking care of your little two-year-old girl Lily. The message said: “She just wanted to send her mama some kisses 😘” maybe she sent you a gif of your little daughter blowing kisses at the camera... You smiled a little when you saw the notification, what you didn't realize was the look of a certain green-eyed Monegasque who was also looking at the screen with curiosity.
“Um... Tell me you didn't see my screen, did you?” you said a little fearfully.
“I'll just tell you that I saw what was necessary... But now I am curious to know who that person is who sent you kisses” He tilted his head a little. “Do you have someone waiting for you at home?”
You took a breath, this wasn't the way you wanted him to know. “Actually... Yes, I have a little person waiting for me at home.”
You took courage and spoke again. “This wasn’t the way I wanted to tell you this, but,” you said with trembling hands. “I'm a single mom.”
You narrowed your eyes, expecting the worst possible reaction, perhaps he would get up from the table and leave without wanting to know more about you for the rest of his life, but you didn't expect his hand to rest on yours in a gesture that filled your heart.
“Wow... That's unexpected, but... Wow, I don't know what to say.” He said while giving you a loving look. “I don't want to sound nosy but you do have an interesting life.”
“Yes, well, dealing with a two-year-old little girl is not easy at all... But I wouldn't change it for anything.”
“Tell me about her… About you two actually.”
Just saying those words was enough to turn you into a first-rate chatterbox, you told him everything about you and Lily, the rollercoaster of emotions with pregnancy, the appointments to the gynecologist, the day she was born and so on, you practically spat out all the information there was and could be about the two of you. But his look of adoration and care did not leave his face, he listened attentively to every word you said to him, it was as if he were collecting data for the future? You didn't know exactly.
“Oh wow, that's totally amazing.” He said while having a small smile on his face. “I noticed you didn't mention her father, did something happen between you? If you don't want to answer, that's fine! I understand, there's no problem at all.”
You sighed again, there were few people who knew what happened between you and your ex, maybe telling him won't hurt.
“Well... He abandoned me when I told him I was pregnant, our relationship lasted almost two years, but when I told him the news, he left but without leaving me a nice little gift, a good blow on the cheek.” You said while chuckled. “And on top of that, my family didn't take the news very well either, they told me such hurtful things that made me feel unprotected and hurt by the people I least expected.” You said as you sobbed a little. “But hey, these are things that happen, right?” You said as you dried a few tears with your hand, but they kept coming, one of his hands rested on your face to dry your tears with his thumb and you smiled weakly.
“Oh God, I'm very sorry, I didn't imagine such a thing would have happened to you... But you are very brave and it shows, well, from what you tell me, that you do what is best for your little Lily." He said and your eyes crystalized again, you wanted to hug him, nobody had never said those beautiful words to you.
“Thank you Charles... I have never been told anything as nice as that.” You whispered.
“It's nothing, pretty. Now you will hear them more often.” He smiled as he winked and you giggled, apparently this date is going to lead to something very precious.
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“Honey, stay calm baby, mama is trying to comb your hair.” You said as you tried to make Lily's pigtails, but she was a little restless today, excited perhaps.
You had been talking to Charles after that date, and now two weeks after that he is going to meet little Lily, he is taking you both to an ice cream parlor. You had been sending him pictures of her and so on, you talked about everything and at the same time about nothing, it was like an instant connection and that for you was fascinating, considering that he didn't run away from you when you told him everything you experienced with your daughter.
The sound of your apartment's doorbell distracted you, luckily you managed to do your little girl's hair in time.
“Let's see who's waiting for us at the door, little princess.” You said and took her hand, when you opened the door Charles was there with a shy smile and in his hands he had a bouquet of daisies and a little bag.
“Hi cutie” He said with some tenderness and smiled. “Uhm... These are for you... I saw them and I remembered you, I don't know why, maybe because they are pretty like you.” He smiled and extended the bouquet of daisies to you.
“You didn't have to do it Charles," You said as you placed them in a vase of water. “My love, meet a friend, his name is Charles… Say hello darling.” You said to Lily, who was hiding behind your legs.
“H..hi!” Lily stammered, she talks a little, although sometimes she tends to be a non-stop chatterbox, but she's adorable.
“But it's the popular Lily! Your mama has told me a lot about you.” He said with a smile as he crouched down to be level with her. “Look, I brought you something.” He said as he took out a bunny stuffed animal from the bag, Lily's eyes lit up at the presence of the stuffed animal.
“Bunny!” She said as she stretched out her little hands towards the little stuffed animal and took it from Charles's hands.
“How do you say, honey?” You emphasized.
“Thank... You” She said while babbling between laughs, Charles gave her a little smile and a small kiss on her forehead, you can swear that when you saw that your heart melted completely.
“It's nothing little princess!” He said as he looked at you and smiled. “Okay, shall we go? Those ice creams are waiting for us!” He said in an animated tone earning a small jump from Lily. If this were a competition, he would already be ahead by a long shot.
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After going for ice cream and going to the park for a while, sleep began to take over Lily, both you and she had spent a very fun day with Charles, it's been a long time since you had such a good time, with her you always do your best to do something fun between the two of you.
“Mama... Swleep” She said adorably as she snuggled up next to you.
“Don't worry little one, Charlie is going to take us home, you will soon be sleeping comfortably in your bed." You said as you smiled at your little girl, you turned your head and saw the green-eyed boy smiling as he took your hand.
Sooner than expected you found yourself at the door of your building while trying to lift Lily out of the car.
“Leave it to me, I’ll help you with Lily.” He said and he carefully took Lily from your arms and carried her against his shoulder.
You noticed how natural the scene was and how incredibly comfortable Lily was in his arms, you smiled. Only Lola did those things to help you get out of somewhere with Lily, but seeing him with her in his arms gave you a feeling of familiarity in your chest.
You entered the building and took the elevator until you reached your apartment, when you entered he gave you Lily again and you took her to her room to put her pajamas on, he looked at you tenderly from the door frame, it's incredible how he won Lily's affection so quickly.
“You are ready to dream, little miss!” You said as you placed kisses on her face and she giggled while holding the stuffed bunny that Charles had given her earlier.
“Chas! Chas! Bed!” She said a little enthusiastically towards Charles, your time to tell her a story was approaching.
He approached her bed and she smiled and then you started telling her the respective bedtime story. At the end of telling her the story, you approached her and kissed her goodnight.
“Good night my sunshine! I love you so much” you said as you gave her a kiss and she smiled.
“Chas!” she said towards Charles and he smiled.
“Good night little one! I loved being with you and your mama today.” He said while he gave her a kiss on the forehead and caressed her head.
“Morrow chas?” She asked as she looked at him sleepily.
He smiled and looked at you tenderly, as if he was asking permission or something.
“Only if your mama agrees, darling.” He said and smiled a little.
You sighed and smiled. “It's okay sunshine, Charlie can come tomorrow.”
After saying that she smiled again and you two left the room closing the door behind you, you sighed a little and smiled at him.
“Thank you for this nice evening Charles,” you whispered. “You didn't have to came here and...”
You didn't finish speaking when you felt his lips on yours, it was an unexpected but amazing action in a way. Was it something that was going to happen? Yes, but you didn't expect it to be so soon, maybe he also felt the connection between the three of you.
“I'm not lying to you if I tell you that I want this every day, I mean... I want to go out with you to the most childish place of all, I want to have breakfast with you, play dolls with Lily, be your supporter and your rock.” He said in a whisper. “And I know it's an unexpected role in your lives, but I would really like this... I don't know if you also want the same thing.”
You nodded, you wanted this too, for the first time you felt seen, you felt like someone was listening to you and little Lily and that's something important for you two, because at the end of it all, he was going to gracefully take on the most unexpected role of all... And who knew that a date with your bestie's friend would go so well.
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bunplushyy · 27 days
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One of those days
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Parings: Step-mom!Wanda x fem!reader
warnings: none just fluff and wholesomeness :))
a/n: I felt sad and wanted to write something to take my mind off things, so I decided to write something short. I did not proofread this nor felt like editing it so if there are mistakes I'm so sorry, i wanted to post this for the people who also have bad days maybe this can help, I dunno lol. anyways back to girl rotting and what not, enjoy!! :D
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“Malysh, I’m home!..” Wanda sat her bags down on the couch frowning, usually once she comes home you're running to her with open arms. Since your dad was on a business trip it left you with her. It’s been a couple of days and university had been kicking your ass. 
mentally you weren't feeling the best, and it had been eating you away until today after class it broke you. 
“Baby.. where are you?” She walked upstairs to your bedroom, only to find you curled up in the bed with the covers over your head. 
“oh!! hi darling!!” her usual smile appeared on her face before uncovering your head, finding you teary-eyed and sniffling. “Angel…angel what’s wrong?” your cries started to get louder as she sat you up pulling you in her lap. 
“hey.. hey look at me.” She turned your head to face hers wiping away the tears from your face. “talk to me Lyubov..tell Mommy what’s wrong.” 
you started to speak but you just broke down in her arms, she let out a sigh and put her chin on your head rubbing your back to help you with your breathing.
“oh, it’s one of those days isn’t it?” you nodded into her chest.
“aww baby…don’t worry, mommy’s here and I have all the time in the world to be with you..” 
She shifted on the bed to make you both comfortable rocking you both as you started to calm down a little bit.
“i-i’m sorry... I just-“ you started but she shushed you, running her hands through your hair. “You have nothing to be sorry about printsessa, let mommy take care of you.”
She pulled you into a tight hug, “I know you don’t wanna talk when you’re in this state, But I don’t need you to say anything I just need you to listen to me, honey?” You nodded playing with her fingers. 
“It’s all right, baby, It's ok to have these days...Even the people who seem to be the happiest, strongest, perfect individuals on Earth, go through tough days… It happens to me too, baby. Remember?” she started to smile again.
“Remember that even Mommy sometimes is in a bad mood and doesn’t feel good.” 
“yea..” you sniffed 
“Yeah? And what do you do to help me when I’m in a bad mood?” 
“I try to make you feel better..” she nodded before pulling you back into her chest. 
“That’s right! but right now, it’s time to make my baby feel better and I know exactly what to do about it,” she spoke in a matter-of-fact tone that made you giggle a little. 
“you do?” 
“Yes, Of course, I do silly! first off I think my baby deserves some mommy kisses..” She started to kiss you all over your face before she landed on your lips.
your giggles filled the room, as she kissed all over your face and neck, before stopping and moving your hair out your face moving your so that you would face her. 
“There’s that beautiful face I know and love, now mommy needs to tell you something important..” your smile quickly turned back into a frown. your anxieties started to show its face again as you removed your hand from hers but she quickly held it again rubbing the back of it to reassure you you were fine.
“Are you ready to hear it?”
you slowly nodded as she took a deep breath and smiled, “I love you.”
she took a hold of your face and looked into your eyes wiping your forming tears.
“I love you very very much angel.” your tears started to fall again your hands pressed up to your face as she pulled you right back into her. 
“Aww, malysh,” she rubbed your back. 
“shhh it’s ok, mommy’s got you... I didn’t mean to make you cry again but you needed to hear it. I love you so much, you mean the world to me..” she sighed. 
“I know you have many responsibilities, and with everything that is going on sometimes you feel overwhelmed but I’m here for you, printsessa. I’m here to help you recharge, on the days you feel drained like today, and I’m here for you on the days you have everything under control and your energy matches the one of a little bunny because you're always my little energetic bunny..” she giggled.
“But still, I’m here for you, sweetheart always and I’m so grateful to be able to do that, cause you know I wouldn't stand to see my bunny like this and not do something about it, right?” you lifted your head and nodded at her before putting your head back on her chest. 
“Yes, that’s because you’re important to me, honey. You’re my good girl, My precious baby girl, I will always be here when you need me I promise you.” 
“I love you mama..” you mumbled into her chest and she laughed before kissing the top of your head. 
She froze for a moment letting the word ‘mama’ ring through her head, out of all the years she’s been with your dad you’d never call her that. It stuck something in her something so… soft and endearing which filled her with so much love.
“I love you too, honey.” she pulled you up to face her again. “Are you feeling a little bit better now darling?” 
“yeah, a little bit..”
“Good. But I’m not done cuddling and spoiling you tonight, I think my baby deserves to have a nice dinner.” 
“I don’t need-“
“No no, honey you need to eat. How about I make your favorite food and you're going to be a good girl for me and eat it. I’m thinking my famous Chicken paprikash how does that sound?” you excitedly nodded Wanda made this dish a lot when she first moved in with you and your dad, and it soon became a meal you loved for her to make. 
“I’ll also let you choose what movies we can watch tonight.. but for right now, we can just cuddle a little bit more.” She held out her arms, you melting right back into them listening to her heart beating and the breaths she took as she started to hum softly as she slowly rocked you. 
“Don’t worry, baby…everything will be all right. You'll be fine, Mommy’s here, and I’ve got you. You’re safe with me, sweetheart, There’s nothing that can hurt you, I will not allow anything to hurt you, not while you’re safe and secure in Mommy’s arms. I will take care of you, always my sweet, precious, beautiful baby girl.”
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djljpanda · 2 months
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Carmila Carmine x a female sinner reader
That's like a second mom to her kids
Relashionship headcanons please (or well mainly that)
If you wish to not write this please make me aware
Have a good day/night
Love your stuff
- 𝐋.𝐁 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
Carmilla Carmine X Fem Reader
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You have been friends with Carmilla for years now as you are her secretary, going out and collecting angelic weapons, looking over the creations of the new weapons, and just making sure she is okay
You even helped her with Odette and Clara when they were babies while Carmilla went to overlord meetings
Now it took you both a good while to realize you both loved each other and to even get together but it did end up happening
Mostly Carmilla loved you as the way you treat her daughters showing her little girls love and that just won her over
The girls were still young when you two got together and at first it was pretty hard to explain to the girls about yours and Carmilla relationship but they understood
Now the girls have no problem with you but they very protective over their mom and yes you may have been around for a long time now but they want to make sure their mom is okay
Now you do love the girls and you all do have some self care days, you still remember when you painted the girls nails and the next day they wanted to paint yours and Carmilla
You still remember the day they called you mom/mother you were in tears that night to where Carmilla had to cuddle you cause you felt so much love
You didn’t mind when the girls joined you and Carmilla on dates and you just turn it into a family trip but as the girls got older they force you two to go on dates even when you two just want to stay in
Now you always were the main one to go and collect the angelic weapons after the extermination but the girls asked to join you one day and you looked to Carmilla who said they can but she wants to go as well
But yes once the girls were of age they kind of took your job of shipping and collecting angelic weapons but that just means you spend more time with Carmilla but hate how you are left with paper work
Carmilla does love watching you and the girls interact or play around it just brings a smile to her face
She does love your help with the girls and appreciates it but you always reply with “There my girls too”
If Carmilla has a phone it’s filled with pictures of you and the girls, you three sleeping, cooking, random moments
She always thinks of you three and how happy she is to end up with you
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marvelnatswhore · 1 year
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pervert step mommy wanda thoughts <3
she is becoming my favourite thing again sooo here's some thoughts-
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i got a little carried away -nsfw below!
a few warnings: Cnc, mommy kink, exhibitionism & tiny mentions of drugging
Wanda was very insistent you call her mommy when you met and you quickly realised how much you liked it too
She always comes into your room without warning. If she caught you naked, well, that wouldn't be such a bad thing would it?
wanda’s favourite time to visit you is at night so she can play with her pretty girl all she wants.. <3
She likes to pull you against her chest and touch you while you sleep; sometimes she just wants to grope your tits and rub your pussy to watch you whimper under her and get all helplessly wet.
sometimes she’ll have a little more fun with you and edge you slowly with her fingers being careful not to wake you up.
Even if that meant a little sleeping pill or two she needed to slip in your tea.
Wanda knows you have a crush on her and she’ll go to any length to watch you fold under her.
She’ll often masturbate to videos she's taken of herself fucking you while you sleep.
She knows you can hear her moaning and maybe she accidentally forgot to close the door all the way..
though it wouldn't be a shame if you decided to watch her. 
 Wanda makes it a habit to wear short clothing around you and sometimes just a sports bra and shorts around the house.
It's cute watching you turn all red when mommy’s boobs are out and she loves it when you stare at her.
You'd notice something was happening when you keep waking up with soaked panties and sticky sheets or sometimes you’d wake up without panties at all.
Wanda does your laundry and she always teases you for it
“Oh sweetheart it happened again? All these little wet dreams you’re having hmm, I’ve washed your panties like 10 times this week!” 
“Sorry wanda… i don’t know why-”
“Baby i told you to call me mommy didn’t i?” 
It’s hardly long before she makes a move on you. 
Wanda has all to herself for the weekend and she can't stop thinking about you. 
she spends the day teasing you relentlessly.
you’d be lying if you said all the attention she was giving you, didn’t turn you on. 
 Wanda insisted you try yoga with her, maybe it was just getting to watch you bend over in tight leggings but you enjoyed it too. 
especially when she comes up behind you to "correct your positions"
she'll press herself against your ass, and makes sure you notice the bulge in her pants
if you asked wanda what she was doing she'll cut you off by telling you to relax yourself.
She’ll pull you back up against her chest and slide her hand down your front and further into your pants until she’s cupping your soaking pussy. 
“Mommy-” 
“That’s it baby just relax ok? I’ve wanted to fuck this pretty pussy for weeks"
She’ll pull your leggings down and run her hands over your bare skin, before she fucks you with her strap until you're coming all over her, even a little longer with some praise. 
She’ll happily carry you to her bedroom and clean you up
maybe undressing herself to masturbate in front of you while you’re still a subby little mess for mommy.
God she teases you for days after
pulling you into her bedroom or the bathroom with her to kiss you and stick her hand down your pants to feel how much you want her.
and how could you not want her?
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wandanatsbaby · 6 months
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Pairing: Step Mom Wanda Maximoff x reader
Warnings: slight dark Wanda, hints of sexual content
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Your favorite time with Wanda was when your father would leave on business trips and Wanda would insist on cuddling together in her bed. She would hold you close and whsiper about how much she loved you and how soon you both would be together all by yourselves as she gave you kisses on the head and occasionally the lips. You weren't sure what she meant by the by yourselves part but you let yourself hum in contempt in gladly accept whatever she said you to you to out of it to realize the words.
"Are you mine?"
"Yes"
"Do you want me to take you away?"
"Yes"
No matter what it was you always agreed
Your second favorite thing to do with Wanda was cook. You loved seeing her cooking and listening to her explain the steps to you. You especially loved when she would come up behind you and press you between the counter and her to "help" you. Which often times turned into dinner being a little later.
Movie nights where also a favorite of yours. Getting to cuddle up close to her even when your dad was there because he was blind and thought you two were just getting along. Wanda would stroke your waist as you fidgety in your seat and slowly Wanda's hands would move down as your father started to fall asleep. She would whisper to you to be quiet and still but she eventually would have to take you upstairs.
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zivazivc · 13 days
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Did Les and Hed know either of their fathers?
Yes, they lived with both actually, and they both refer(red) to both of their fathers as "dad" (well, hed's father was daddy).
They lived with Hed's dad and their mom in a small village/town in the rock kingdom since Les was basically still a baby and till he was around 8 or 9 when their mom died (Hed then being 4 or 5). Soon after that Les ran away and took Hed with him, because Hed's dad was very abusive toward him and it only got worse when Les grew to the height and size of an adult rock troll at around 8 years old. Les had a very hard time growing up in the rock kingdom in general, he was the only mixed genre troll where they lived and no one ever treated him age-appropriate because of his size, even unintentionally. Don't even get me started on the bigotry. :(
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So then Les ran away with Hed to go find his biological dad, because surely his real dad who is also a funk troll like him would like him more. (Somehow they managed to find him with the help of one old photo Les had of him.) It turned out that wasn't the case and Les quickly realized that the funk trolls didn't consider him as one of their own either. But his dad still (reluctantly) decided to take them in if they stayed out of the way. And that's where they grew up and lived (in Vibe City) until not that long before they meet Floyd. It was a very strange and not at all child friendly environment because Les's dad lives in a cramped apartment with a bunch of stoner roommates and with different trolls coming and leaving all the time, so their home was more a hangout den for a bunch of washed up adults than an actual home...
The two rock trolls' first month there; Les was learning how to play the bass and he got super into it and he broke into song which then ended up with a punk rock scream, Hed heard it and started screaming all over the apartment (normal and healthy behavior for many rock troll kids):
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Floyd also had the misfortune of meeting both of them (Les's dad intentionally and Hed's dad by chance). It's an understatement if I say he despises them
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eightmillionyenvase · 5 months
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Pretty depressing that a traumatized 16-year-old boy with only half a grip on reality is the first real mother figure that like half of the host club ever had
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