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jyoongim · 1 month

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~BLOOD & BLISS~

Human!Alastor x wife!Reader

Themes: 1930 based! Human!Alastor x wife!Reader, domestic life! fluff, smut, devotion, slight manipulation, mention of children, pregnancy, blood, murder, secrets

Chapter two chapter four

Chapter 3

Note: sooooo as y’all know Alastor and wife!reader have already been married for a few years (by the time they have their last child their marriage will be 16-20 years.)

Since you had mentioned wanting children, Alastor has taken it upon himself to fuck you on very surface in the house. You had never seen your husband so riled up. When he returned from work, he would always somehow coax you upstairs to make a mess of you. You were often filled with his cum that you were sure you had to be pregnant by now, but you didn’t think about it too much, just letting nature do its thing.

You were prepping for lunch, as Alastor said he wanted to come home and eat. You decided to keep it simple, opting to make salmon cakes and cabbages. The cabbages were boiling as you moved on to make the cakes. When you opened the can of fish, the smell made you queasy, making your stomach lurch and you quickly made yourself to the bathroom.

You had broken out in a cold sweat as you dry heaved into the toilet. You whimpered as your stomach twisted. You have never had such a reaction to fish before, so why did you feel so sick all of a sudden?

You splashed some cold water on your face and looked at your reflection.

Eyes scanning yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t see what ailment had fallen over you. You looked a little pale but that could be from anything. Your eyes lingered on your midsection.

could you be…

You turned and pressed your hands against your stomach, smoothing out your dress to be flat. Heart beating out your chest, you caressed your stomach. Your stomach had a slight bump, something that you had chalked up from your indulgence in sweets. But it was rounder than how it usually looked.

Your eyes widened and quickly went downstairs to phone the doctor.

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“Well ma’am congratulations! It would appear you are around 12 weeks.”

The doctor smiled at you, waiting for your response.

You were stunned.

Pregnant.

You were pregnant.

You cleared your throat nervously “w-what am i suppose to do?”

The question held uncertainty but you had no idea what or how to process this news.

A small part of you was happy, you finally were gonna have a baby with Alastor. The other part was nervous and scared, you didn’t have the slightest thought on how to raise a child.

The doctor chuckled “Its normal to be scared or nervous. This is your first time after all but don’t worry. I recommend attending mothering classes, to get the knowledge and familiar with baby terms, symptoms, and how to prepare. You’re a bit vitamin-deficient but more fruits and greens can help with that. You’ll experience morning sickness here and there so don’t push yourself. The important thing is that you get as must rest as possible. Stress isn’t good for you or the baby.”

You jotted down some notes as the doctor filled you with some information and thanked him for his time. He gave you your next appointment and answered any other health questions you had. You made a mental note to visit these mommy classes.

You sighed as you closed the door to your home. Your mind was reeling and you were filled with so many emotions.

You hadn’t thought you would get pregnant so soon but Alastor was very if not persistent when it came to keeping you filled.

You soon had a smile on your face as you thought of the little one growing within you. You knew Alastor didn’t mind having a baby, but you couldn’t help but wonder how he would react to the news.

Would he be excited to be a Daddy? Would he want a boy or a girl?

You were sure he wouldn’t mind either way.

You couldn’t wait to tell him the good news.

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Alastor let some jazz tunes play as he looked over some scripts and news for his next segment. He stole a glance at the clock and got up from his chair, grabbing his jacket.

It was lunch time.

He was headed home to spend his break with his wife.

A pleasant shiver ran through him at the thought of taking his sweet wife over the meal she prepared for him.

He had been fucking his wife nonstop since she mentioned children and the thought of her swollen with his child always sent his cock swelling.

He placed his hat and jacket on the couch as he made his way to the kitchen. He was greeted with the sight of you dressed fairly comfortable, not in your usual polished attire. Your hair was pinned up and wrapped, you were dressed in your silk robe, which was dropping off your shoulders, exposing them. You were humming as you washed the dishes.

You looked ravishing.

He crept up behind you, making you jolt when his long arms wrapped around your midsection. He pressed his lips to the junction of your neck, littering your shoulder and neck in kisses. “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes darlin” he drawled, nuzzling his nose into the underside of your jaw. You giggled as Alastor nipped at your skin, wiping your soapy hands on a towel you spun around to wrap your arms around his neck, leaning up to kiss his lips “Hello to you too dear. I hope you’re hungry. I made fish cakes. Dont want you too tired heavy with a full meal when you have to dazzle the masses”

A wide smile stretched across his face, eyes lidded “What if I just want dessert?” He jested as you swatted at his broad chest with a blush sprouting on your face.

“Oh shush! Sit down and eat” you huffed, shoving a plate into his chest.

Alastor chuckled and took the plate and moved to leaned over the kitchen island.

”Are you feeling ok my dear? Not that I mind, no, but you seem tired” he took a took a sip of tea, eyeing you.

You fidget with your fingers “I am feeling better, had a bit of a upset stomach this morning and paid the doctor a visit” you tried to hide your smile as his brows furrowed and dropped the cake to look you over like a worried hen.

His hands took yours as he frowned “you’re not coming down with anything are you? Why ain’t you page me at the studio i would have gladly took you.”

You leaned into his chest, smiling at him “weeelll i did come down with something and I fear i wont be rid of it anytime soon” oh you were torturing the poor man.

He had panic in his eyes as he was unaware of what it was. Wanting to remain strong and supportive for your sake.

”well whatever it is I will make sure to be there with you through it all” he declared.

Oh this was sweet.

”did the doctor tell you what it was at least?” He asked.

You smiled, catching him off guard, as you placed his hands on your stomach. Alastor was confused when you did so, his hands spanned along your stomach. You were a bit rounder but you did like sweets.

You watched as the realization dawned on his face. His jaw dropped and his brown eyes looked at your in shock. “A-are you…” you frantically nodded, unable to conceal your giggling as he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you.

”Oh darling really? Youre..you’re really? Youre pregnant?” His voice grew excited.

”hehehe yes yes were having a baby! Alastor we are having a baby” your face was attacked in kisses. “Doc said im 12 weeks, looks like your resilience paid off” you giggled as your husband smoothed his hands over your stomach, crouching down as he laid his forehead against the bump.

”A-are you happy?” You couldn’t help but ask. He looked up at you, eyes shining and smile big “Oh baby you just don’t know.” He kissed your stomach, cooing, before kissing your lips. “You’ve made me the happiest. Almost like we got married all over again” he whispered against your lips.

He rested a hand on your stomach, caressing the bump. “Ooh I can’t wait to see how motherhood shapes you cher” he kissed your forehead, making you sigh lovingly.

Alastor had decided to page the studio to tell them something came up at home and the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon cuddled on the couch; Alastor had you tucked into his side as he stroked your stomach, already in love. The two of you had discussed what the next steps would be and how to move forward.

All the sweetness and lovey-dovey led to the two of you giving into more sensual desires, really just enjoying each other and reestablishing the love between the two of you.

You slipped your robe back on as you broke the heated kiss your husband had pulled you into. He groaned when you pulled away and went to get off his lap, hands kneading your hips. “Where you going sweetness” he purred as you giggled standing

”To freshen up. Since you’re home maybe we can really hunker down on what we gonna do for this baby mister” you said heading upstairs. Alastor pouted, listening to your footsteps move around. He got up and went to put up the lunch you made, he’ll take it with him when he’s out working late.

Speaking of which….he needed to spruce up a few loose ends he had been watching and would let to get those done before you needed all his attention.

He was confident in his ability to keep his sins away from your lives at home, after all he had crafted a beautiful reality here with you and he didn’t want that to be ruined by anything or anyone.

He whistled an old tune as he thought of you and a smile appeared on his face.

He was over the moon to find out you were pregnant.

He couldn’t wait to see how motherhood treated you.

To watch your body transform to provide for his child. How did he get so lucky to have a woman like you?

He wondered if you’ll have a boy or girl, he preferred a baby girl but he didn’t really care as long as you were happy.

After he cleaned up the kitchen he headed upstairs and Alastor swore his heart skipped a beat at the sight before him.

You were asleep on your side, one hand under your cheek and the other resting against the small baby bump, slowly stroking it. He threw a blanket over you and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. Satisfied that you were comfortable, he got his clothes from the other day from the closet and headed downstairs outback to wash his clothes.

It was gonna be a pain to get the stains out.

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Sooooo what do you guys think?? I hate im going so slow but i need to build up some plot lol. I promise Alastor gone slip up!!

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soyaei · 16 days

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what would nanami be like with his family

Nanami Kento with his family headcannons.

Husband!Nanami x Wife!Reader

Note: Its all about family. Hello everyone im back!!!!! (i have a week of school break!!!!! and my teachers actually barely gave us homework. )😭😭💗　This request has been in my inbox since forever and im going to write the request along with part two with my friend’s request. Enjoy!

╹๑ Husband!Nanami who will make sure he comes home when you and his child are awake. Will never purposely get back late and when he does, he gets takeout and wakes you and his daughter up to eat in midnight. Its really fun and seeing his daughter being so excited to see him and you giving him pecks on his face makes it all worth it.

╹๑ Husband!Nanami who will bring you two to theme parks whenever its holiday season. And when its in the weekend? Time to go on a shopping spree. He loves spoiling his two girls.

╹๑ Husband!Nanami who lets his daughter play his phone since shes not in the suitable age to have her own yet.

╹๑ Husband!Nanami who lets his daughter sit on his lap while he is driving. Will also let her play with the steering wheel but of course, Nanami makes sure she isn’t actually going to spin the steering wheel, not when Nanami is effortlessly holding the steering wheel strongly with one hand.

╹๑ Husband!Nanami who goes to Ikea with you for furniture shopping. Will get anything you want and actually pay attention if you want him to pick which one is better and suitable. Does he leave his daughter in the Ikea kids play? Well… he has a hard time thinking about whether to leave her there or not. But if she really wants to then maybe Nanami will reconsider. He is just too protective.

╹๑ Husband!Nanami who always says “I love you” to both of you when leaving for work, or when he’s about to sleep. Will never forget too.

╹๑ Husband!Nanami who whenever hes alone with you, he will give you kisses everywhere. Places that he couldn’t kiss in front of his innocent daughter. Like necks, collarbone, thighs, hips, and many more. Hes kissing them more romantically than sexually.

╹๑ Husband!Nanami who makes coffee and tea for his two girls in the morning before the two of you wake up because Nanami often is the first to wake up.

╹๑ Husband!Nanami wakes you up with kisses on the face. With you, he kisses your lips multiple times and with his daughter, he kisses the forehead, and then the cheeks, and finally squishing her cheeks.

╹๑ Husband!Nanami who is a master at making ice cream. He mastered this skill because you always crave ice cream and when you tried Nanami’s handmade ice cream the first time, you fell in love and will often ask him to make you some than buying one.

╹๑ Husband!Nanami who buys and iPad for her daughter when he finally got you to agree. Though, with conditions. And that is to have a time limit. No iPad while doing homework or eating.

╹๑ Husband!Nanami who is the one who changes his daughter’s diaper or make her milk in the middle on the night when she was still a baby. Will force you to let him do it if you insist on doing it yourself.

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yandere-writer-momo · 4 months

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Yandere Baki Head Canon: Let’s Play A Game

Yandere Reverse Baki Harem x Afab fighter Reader

Otome Game AU

TW: unhealthy behavior, yandere themes, stalking, obsession, HORROR, etc

You, a famous fighter, had accidentally died in a horrific car accident by saving the life of a child that was supposed to pass away. Luckily, a deity had taken pity on you and decided to give you a second chance at life. One where you must play a game in order to go back to your world. Romance five of the male leads and you’ll be able to return to your world. Katsumi Orochi, Baki Hanma, Kaioh Retsu, Hanayama Kaoru, and Jack Hanma are the five main males you must romance in order to go home but the deity had thrown in some other mystery men just for shits and giggles. He even gave you a house that’s exactly like your old one! Just don’t invite anyone over… Sounds simple enough right? Wrong. How were you to know these emotionally constipated men have never experienced love before?

Katsumi Orochi

The first man you met when you landed in this strange world. His eyes were wide when you suddenly appeared in the rain before him. What on earth was a woman doing in the rain by herself? He rushes over with his umbrella to place it over your head. He’s surprised by how attractive you are. How soft you look… he doesn’t realize he’s staring until you place your hands over his cheek and smile at him.

There was a bar above his head that rapidly began to grow pink when you touched him. He must be one of the male leads you had to romance… perfect!

“I’m a bit lost… can you help me?” Katsumi was quick to offer you his coat when he saw you shiver. There was something almost magical about you… he was a moth to your flame.

“Of course, here. Let’s head into the dojo.” Katsumi ushered you into Shinshinkai while the rain continued to pour. He was immediately smitten with you.

Katsumi offers you a Karate uniform to wear since your clothes are wet. The two of you share small talk and he’s excited to learn that you’re a practitioner of taekwondo. You were pretty and you could fight? It must have been destiny for the two of you to meet!

He by far was the easiest to romance or so you thought… poor you had gotten a little in over your head about this particular man. He’s so obsessive and delusional. A horrible combination but one he developed due to dedicating his entire life to karate.

Katsumi offered free training at Shinshinkai and he was always eager to spar with you. It wasn’t uncommon for him to wrestle with you or to take you out to eat after training. You didn’t notice the way he’d slowly become more and more touchy. Nor did you notice how weird he was when babies were around.

“Don’t you think that baby is so cute?” Katsumi asked when a baby was sat with its mother in a table near the two of you. The baby was super cute with their chubby cheeks. “(Your name), would you ever want to have kids?”

And you stupidly told this man yes… you shared how you wanted to get married one day and have kids that hopefully wanted to be marital artists. You stupid girl! You didn’t even notice the obsession that lied behind his chocolate eyes or the lingering touches whenever he’d pin you to the floor beneath him when you sparred. Not until it was too late. Not until you’re introduced to his parents as his future wife. And there no way to run from him. He has over a million members at Shinshinkai and they’d hunt you down if you ever tried to escape from your doting fiancé.

Hanayama Kaoru

Once you had settled into your house (and carefully made sure not to invite the overly friendly Katsumi over), you ran into him on the street. It was just a chance meeting, but it was one that caught Hanayama by surprise. You had bumped into him and knocked his cigar onto him.

“I’m sorry, sir. I wasn’t looking where I was going-“ You were shocked to see such a tall man covered in scars. The heart bar above his head was slightly pink by the small encounter with him. Neither one of you looked away from each other’s eyes.

Hanayama nodded his head and went to turn away but he was surprised when he heard your voice again. “You have ashes all over your jacket… please let me at least brush you off.” Hanayama blushed when you quickly brushed the ashes off him without his answer. How brazen of you! He’s never been hit on first like this…

When you walk away, you noticed his romance bar is already at twenty percent. Perhaps you’d be able to go home sooner than you thought if you kept this up?

A shame you didn’t notice the blush on Hanayama’s face. He’s never been so excited in his life… and now it was your problem. How were you to know how possessive he was?

He was a silent presence compared to the chatty Katsumi and Baki. He would randomly sit beside you when you weren’t preoccupied by the other men which wouldn’t have been such a bad thing if he didn’t stare at you. His gaze was unnerving and terrifying. Yet you must accept him in order to go home. So you tolerated his presence with gentle smiles and one sided small talk. You didn’t realize how much Hanayama truly enjoyed your company.

He began to bring you gifts. Roses, jewelry, and clothing. Loud gestures of adoration despite his stoic exterior. You’d always thank him with a smile because his romance bar would rise with each gift… but his pink bar was the first to reach a blood red. Why was his bar so red? And why did you always feel as if someone was watching you?

His gifts began to become inappropriate. Rather than regular clothes, he’d gift you red, black, and violet lingerie. And then it was chocolates and invitations to fancy dinners where oysters were almost always served. You were starting to become really scared when you found out what his occupation was. How were you to know he was a yakuza boss?! And there was no escape from Hanayama, he was too powerful and he was too obsessed with you to share you.

Baki Hanma

You were on a jog when you met the twenty year old. He was sitting on a bench all alone looking so down. The heart bar above his head was a depressing shade of blue. Oh no! Why did he look so sad?

Baki was shocked when you sat beside him with a smile. You offer him your hand to introduce yourself and you offered to listen to him since he looked so sad. He instantly clung to you like a tick. You were so warm and sweet… he adored it. He’s never had affection like this since his ex girlfriend… you’re warm like a mom!

You pat Baki’s head as he cries in your arms. You’re shocked by how his heart bar sky rockets to a sixty percent with this small interaction. Holy smokes! You were crushing this game!

You exchanged numbers with him and offered him solace so kindly. Baki was so thrilled to finally have someone care about him. It was what he has always wanted…

Baki spent almost as much time with you as Katsumi did. The two friendly men running around you like little kids as they excitedly would take you on lots of dates. It was a little overwhelming.

But you didn’t think Baki would be so clingy… please don’t leave him! Don’t leave him, he’d do anything for you! Please only look at him! Love him!

Jack Hanma

The hardest to romance. This man was mean. Mean as hell. He had no interest in you whatsoever, he only had his goal of strength in mind. Jack constantly rebuffed you, but your persistence began to wear down his walls

Why did you insist on being so close to him anyways? He was a mess. He was always sweaty and he would train to the point of incontinence… did you have a piss kink? You were weird as hell and he didn’t like the way the other fighters hovered around you like helicopters. You were nothing special… at least that’s what he told himself until he overheard you defend him when someone bad mouthed him.

“Sure Jack can be a little rough around the edges, but he works harder than any of you!” Jack clenched his jaw when he heard you berate some of the fighters who commented on his methods for strength. “You don’t have half of what it takes to want to be the best.” Your words made something flutter in his heart. It was a weird feeling but it wasn’t something entirely unwelcomed.

Jack’s presence usually sent the other men running away with their tails between their legs but he began to like the way you smiled so warmly at him. For the first time in years, someone didn’t look at him like he was a monster. And he didn’t ever want you to disappear. No. Jack wouldn’t ever let anything happen to you. He’d rather die.

You became as important to him as his journey to strength. You were his one and only friend. His companion. It didn’t matter to him that there were others. Jack was just happy to have you by his side.

Jack enjoyed how you’d sit beside him whenever he sat alone or how you’d occasionally lean on him when it was cold. Jack slowly warmed up to you and his romance bar slowly began to rise. He took the longest to romance out of all the others but he’s the most normal out of all of them. Jack rarely sought you out unless he had a gut feeling you needed him. Jack slowly began to become easier to talk to… and you made the mistake of venting to him. Of showing him your most vulnerable side.

So when he saw you crying for the first time about how weird everyone was to you, something in him snapped. How dare they make you uncomfortable. How dare they make you cry! And now you realized just how over protective Jack was of you…

And from that day forth, Jack began to protect you. He was like a giant, blonde tank that shoved the other men out of the way. You didn’t have to worry anymore. Jack would protect you!

Kaioh Retsu

You met him at the dojo. Retsu was very nice to you. He was a voice of reason and usually would step between you and Katsumi when he noticed Katsumi being particularly weird to you.

You’d spar with Retsu and you were always awestruck by his Kenpo. Retsu enjoyed your compliments and even taught you some Kenpo. He was thrilled that someone was interested in his martial art. To have it be appreciated.

His romance bar was hidden from you, which was strange. Occasionally it would pop up with a high percentage but then it would fade into obscurity. Retsu would always give you a soft smile and reassure you whenever you were particularly overwhelmed. He was a really good friend.

Retsu was easy to talk to and he made the best tea. And Retsu always had a logical response whenever you vented about the other men. You felt safe with Retsu… like you could trust him.

And so you shared with him the truth of you situation. Which made the Chinese man sympathize with you. He’d help you get home!

A shame you didn’t realize how he secretly manipulated you. How he pretended to be reasonable and level headed. He used his maturity and kindness to lower your guard but he didn’t realize just how much you were hiding. You’re from another world? That would explain why you were so unique compared to everyone else in this world of his… Retsu found you fascinating.

Now Retsu was going to help you leave this world… but he was going with you. You entrusted him with such precious information and didn’t he deserve a reward for helping you?

Pickle

A wild card. You will only meet him if you decide to go hiking on a Thursday.

You were not supposed to meet him but you did. On a complete accident too. You decided to go on a hike in the forest to get away from your… suitors.

He was just hunting in the forest when he noticed you. And he was curious about you. He began to follow you around like a lost dog. It would take a few miles of hiking to notice him but once you did, you were very puzzled. Who was this guy and why was his romance bar red from the get go? And that’s when you finally put together that the red bars that were above all the men you have been around meant danger.

Pickle was quick to snatch you up in his arms but rather than attack you, he sniffed you. He was surprised to smell all those fighters he’s fought on you! It fascinated him.

You were quick to escape him and run but he chased after you. He was so happy to play! If he caught you, could he keep you? Pickle would like a mate.

A shame Baki was waiting for you at the edge of the forest. The redhead glared at Pickle who began to throw a tantrum. No fair! Pickle wanted to play with you too! To keep you and to mate with you! That wasn’t fair.

Now you didn’t leave the city often because Pickle was always watching… always waiting to strike. For you had caught his eye.

Hector Doyle

Another wild card. You weren’t supposed to meet him but you did at the dojo. He was supposedly a reformed convict, one that didn’t have much of an interest in you… at first.

Doyle was kind of mean but in a snarky way. He always had something smart to say whenever you’d talk to Katsumi. You thought he was gay when you first met him since he liked Katsumi so much. But after you got to know him, you realized he was just attached to the Karateka since he defeated him.

Doyle slowly opened up to you since you were a constant presence in Katsumi’s life. You were very nice to him despite his sharp tongue so Doyle respected you. The two of you slowly became friends… but you constantly had to stop him from stealing products from the mall. Doyle had sticky fingers despite being blind. He insisted he knew the quality of what he took by the way it smelled and felt in his fingers. It was kind of silly.

Doyle’s romance bar slowly rises up the more you go out with him. He’s secretly a softie beneath his rough exterior. (If you’re a touchy person, it’ll shoot up faster. Doyle is easily flustered). Doyle is also very jealous of Katsumi

You seemed to make his friend happy so he was happy with you… until he noticed a change in Katsumi. The Karateka was obsessed with you to the point it was concerning. At least in the way Katsumi spoke of you, since Doyle was blind.

“Katsumi told everyone that you’re his fiancée but I never heard you talk about it.” Doyle whispered to you as the two of you stretched in a corner in the dojo. The blind assassin adjusted his blindfold. “I may be blind, but I’m not stupid. Are you okay?”

Doyle was shocked when you answered back in a choked sob. “No, I’ve tried to get away but he’s sent the whole dojo after me… I’m scared, Doyle.”

Doyle was so shocked when you hugged him. His body shook when he felt his first hug since he was a child. He instantly wrapped his arms around you and lost himself within you. He could imagine a life with you. You were so sweet and you were capable… he had money from his old job as an assassin and he had favors he was owed by people. Doyle could help you escape.

You pulled away and you felt your blood run cold at the red bar that was now above Doyle’s head. Oh no…

“I’ll help you escape.” Doyle whispered in your ear. “But we’d constantly be on the run. Would you want to live like that, darling?”

The choice is up to you with him. Doyle will help you but you’d lose your opportunity to go home… forever.

Jun Guevara

Another wild card. This dashing man can be found on Fridays at the docks by his boat. He’s usually shirtless with a jacket draped over his shoulders and a cigarette between his lips. He is also very easy to attract if you ask him about the ocean. This man loves the ocean. He won’t stop talking about it and he may even give you a shell if you’re extra sweet.

Jun is incredibly flirtatious but don’t let that fool you, he’s also extremely possessive. His heart bar will only rise if you’re charismatic. You have to be able to talk the talk too. And once you successfully romance him, you have the opportunity to get onto his ship! Hurray!

Jun will share rum and stories with you if you sneak off to come see him. He’ll even drape his jacket around you and call you, “Meu amor” or “Meu anjo.” You don’t have a clue what that means but it seems like a nickname!

Jun is great to use as an escape option if the other men become overwhelming. Just keep in mind that he won’t let you off that boat, because he’s determined to make you his wife! And eventually the mother of his four children.

Biscuit Oliva

Another wild card but can be encountered if you interact with criminals (Jun or Doyle). Biscuit may ask you about their whereabouts but you should lie to him to save your friends. Compliment this man to distract him! He’s a pretty revered bounty hunter so it won’t take much.

He’s recently a widow and he’s easily flustered since he’s never been flirted with before. Oliva is very easy to romance once you stoke the fires of his ego.

Oliva is a gift giver just like Hanayama except his gifts are more from the heart rather than his pants…

Oliva will buy you very nice clothes and offer to take you abroad. His romance bar will only ever turn red if you share your woes with him.

Just like Jack, Oliva is extremely protective. And he will not lose another love so he’s willing to whisk you away and lock you up forever.

Just be his cute sugar baby and everything will be okay! So long as the other men don’t crash your date… then you may never get home.

Once you successfully romance all the men, the deity will appear to you. But sadly they won’t be able to send you home anyways because you’ve ruined the story here since all their bars all turned red. Sorry toots, but he can’t take you away from these men who are willing to kill each other to have you. The deity just hopes you can make a choice.

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roxineedstosleep · 1 year

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how are you? How you're doing well. I was wondering what yandere bruce wayne woild be like to his s/o and kid they had together? Would he treat them differently than the other family,would he be protective etc? Personally I think his tendencies would be ×2 if the kid looked like his s/o

oh and how would the batfam be? (Jason,dick,tim,damian)

A baby from his beloved SO!

(This is just a refference of OS and Bruce’s baby, a baby and daddy time)

I would say that, indeed, this child would be loved. Really love and wanted, at least by Bruce. (TW: he replace SO’s natality control pills)

Mind you, Bruce loves all his children equally, he really does! And definitely that his new offspring would have shared ties with the reader would just be the icing on the cake; Bruce would love his reader's baby even if it didn't have his genes running through its veins.

Would his yandere tendencies apply to the baby? At the moment I think he'd be looking to tap into all those facets that he missed out on with his other children.

Sure, adopted kids are loved and wanted, but Bruce never changed Dick's nappies, or made Jason's lunch airplane, Tim never experienced the first day of school with Bruce. He adores them with a passion and would sacrifice himself for them, he knows it and so do his kids; that's more than enough. But, as I said, they couldn't experience the things that a baby or a child could with him.

With Damian, as much as he is his son by blood he was denied several things; firstly, if it wasn't for Ras's disappearance and Thalia's need to seize power, Bruce would never have found out about Damian. So he could never exercise full parternship with him. Sure, he's grateful that Damian came into his life as a child, but after that, he really wonders a lot of things about early childhood and his time as a baby.

So, from what you can speculate, he would go crazy with love when he sees the whole pregnancy process. He'd take his wife to all the best doctors' appointments, make the room next to him the baby's new nursery, massages and stretch mark creams would be his favourite job of the day, plus he'd be grabbing the baby bump every chance he gets.

Av ery Obssessive father and husband, always watching SO and their belly. So would never ever have a chance againf to be alone. NEVER.

He would be the kind of parent who would interrupt half a chase to go out of his way, buy his SO's craving, and ask one of his children to relieve him so that he could go and give his SO his craving of the moment. No matter how weird it is.

He would cry more than his SO when it's time to buy clothes or look at toys. All Superman and Green Lantern themed, but his SO seemed happy with those cute little pyjamas and stuffed animals with that theme. Sure, he snuck a Batman pillow or two in there, but he wouldn't go against his partner's wishes.

He gets excited at every ultrasound, and his social media accounts would be filled with every new ultrasound during those 9 months. He would even build a new maternity ward and donate millions to underprivileged mothers and children, just because his SO (who by then has Stockholm Syndrome) wanted other mothers to have a safe and secure motherhood.

He wants to make sure he has all the experiences he could never have with his other children, the baby showers, the gender reveal, the name discussions, the nursery decorations, the laundry sorting.

It's something his SO gave him, something he never thought he could experience. Is what he's doing not enough? For him yes, it is little and he would give more if he didn't know that his SO is now tired from the weight of the baby and the hormones are making her uncomfortable.

Now, the baby is born, would Bruce act differently?

Partly yes, a baby is really hard work, and he doesn't want his SO to feel burdened or abandoned with the baby's upbringing. No.

Bruce would spend as much time as he can and make time in his schedule to make parenting a 50/50 split if possible.

His other children understand that, they really do. Dick occasionally jokes that this baby could be his son and doesn't refuse to babysit or replace his father as batman if he sees that he and his stepmother are exhausted.

Jason would manage to keep things in the crime world pretty quiet and calm, just because he knows how fucked up it is to have to balance his adult life and taking care of his new baby brother. How will he take the baby out on his pram ride when the whole city is destroyed?

Tim wouldn't hesitate to do some stock market shopping to secure an emergency mattress for his new baby. That, and he's created a detailed list of the best preschools and has a background check on every single person with a teaching degree in the city. Only the best of the best for your new baby brother.

And Damian, Damian loves being a big brother, when the baby was born he wouldn't stop thanking the SO for giving him the best gift in the universe, he would sing cute and cuddly songs in Arabic to calm the baby and take him to play with his pets so he could feel at one with nature. Always like an alcon watching over and protecting.

They do not feel any kinf of jealousy or anything similar. Of course Damian would be a bit upset because he cannot sleepclose tou you or Bruce, but, he and his older brothers understnd that a baby needs more attention and care. They also loves the baby alot!!!

And Bruce? I can feel him relaxing a bit, I mean, he's already tied his SO to his and his family's side for good. Now, that he might secretly break his own moral code, to ensure the safety of you and his growing family…those are details no one should know.

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Gojo Satoru x f!reader Warnings: gaslighting, emotional manipulation (both light but current themes), codependency, get togethers and then break ups, reader cries a lot in the later half lol, cowgirl position, heavy petting, unsafe sex, creampies, baby trapping, hinted stalker gojo, drinking at a party. I think that's all but pls tell me if I missed anything. other than that, enjoy!! Word Count: 8.2k Notes: I can’t write him normally I fear </3 nor can I write a fic for him without including a title from the heathers lol anyway, he’s not as obsessed in this fic as I originally intended, but I still enjoyed writing this so :) I hope you all enjoy reading it!!! 🖤 Minors/blank/ageless blogs DNI! Also available on ao3!

When Gojo first introduces himself to you, you’re the definition of unimpressed. He’s all pretty white smiles and even whiter hair, shining blue eyes with a knack of typically getting anyone he wanted. It’s why he took such a liking to you and your indifference to him, his status, his charms.

So, you’re still not sure how you ended up dating him after almost a year of pursuing you. You’re stubborn, you can admit, but also weak for the idiot that is Gojo Satoru. He’s still as annoying as he was when you first met him, but there’s something about him now, that has captivated you. Maybe it was his persistence, or his wits, or the never ending love that spilled from between his ribcage whenever he was near you.

Either way, you find yourself tied to his hip most days. Even though your majors in college are different, you’re still together more than people expected. Despite living together, being around the other is a necessity, a need, akin to each breath you exhale that he inhales into his own greedy mouth. You have your first class and he meets you for a quick break before his second; you have the whole afternoon off on Wednesday’s and you wait for him at the campus cafe you first met at; you want to stay home to study and he drags you off to a night with his friends.

You don’t think that he can live without you. Not necessarily in the sense of being a man child and being unable to provide for himself, no. Gojo Satoru could do whatever he wanted, and did, long before you two had met. But, you think its a certain codependency that starts cracking at the perfect mirror that is your relationship.

“Don’t you wanna be a stay at home wife after you graduate?” Satoru whispers in your ear, his mouth pecking your flesh as he hugs you tight to his chest. You’re on your couch, thighs split open to accommodate the thickness of him, his legs and his cock carving its way inside of you. The way your breath hitches doesn’t go unnoticed by the blue eyed man, but he can’t pinpoint if its from his words or the way he slowly pushes his hips upward until his tip nudges that sweet spot inside you

“What are you talking about, ‘Toru?” You ask shakily, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck, burying your face in his skin. But Gojo doesn’t let you escape, instead pries you away from his body until you’re forced to lean back on his knees. He likes this view the most, when you’re vulnerable, when he gauges you with things he knows will require complete honesty, that its harder to hide from him like this.

“You heard me,” Satoru grins, nodding his head toward you. He holds your waist in too big hands, drinking you with all too knowing eyes, grin too wide to be anything else but devious. “Didn’t you tell me you wanted to be a stay at home wife before?”

“I never s-said that,” you whisper back, eyes fluttering shut when he starts using your body to fuck his cock. He fills you up in a familiar way, a way that you know you’ll always come home to, even when you get that sinking feeling that you should run. Gojo pouts at you, leaning his head back on the couch until all you see is his stare down the bridge of his nose, his Adams apple bobbing when he swallows down a moan.

“Didn’t you?” Satoru questions, grin widening when he thrusts a little harder than you expect, feeling you clamp down tighter around him. You gasp, squeezing your eyes shut before they flutter open to glare at him, rolling your hips to get some friction on your neglected clit.

“Stop it, ‘Toru, you always do this.” You groan under your breath, leaning your own head back to rest between your shoulders.

The few hiccups you had in your relationship with Satoru always centered around his…cockiness, knowing he could get anything he wanted. While it was both a factor that helped you into this relationship with him, it also chips away at your love for him everyday. It’s nothing wrong with being ambitious, of knowing what you want. But its something completely different when that want goes against what your partner is saying isn’t okay with them.

He’s done this before, with little trivial things. Don’t you love this kind of ramen? Even though he knew you had an aversion to spicier foods. Don’t you want to change your major to this instead? Even though you were sure and loved the major you had before. Don’t you want to change for me? Erase your identity for me? Become one symbiotic being fused into me? Don’t you want to live in my skin, as I want to with yours? Don’t you love me?

“I do not,” Gojo huffs, leaning forward to grip your head on both sides, leveling your glare with his own relaxed one. “You just have so much going on in that pretty little head of yours, that you forget things sometimes.”

“I think I would remember saying I wanted to waste away all the years I worked my ass off for college, just to stay at home and be up under you everyday.” You snip back, losing your concentration for your impending orgasm, growing more and more frustrated as he keeps yapping his stupid mouth. Gojo must sense this though, as his hands slither down to your hips, holding you still as he fucks up into you hard enough that you cry out and topple over into his chest.

“That doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea to me,” Satoru grunts out, holding you close as he keeps snapping his hips into you. It’s like something within him has changed in just a split second; like you speaking the words aloud have rung true in his mind. It should scare you, that he’s not paying attention to the sarcasm in your voice, nor your disdain for the idea itself. But, he doesn’t stop snapping his hips until you cry out and shake in his lap, cunt clenching down around him sporadically as you mewl into his skin.

“I like the idea of coming home to you,” he grunts in between breaths, still using your hole even though you whine to him about sensitivity. “With a big rock on your finger, all domestic, waiting and dependent on me.”

He whispers the last part, squeezing you to him even tighter before you feel him shoot ropes of cum inside of you. Its warm—and always familiar—making you sigh as you slump into him even more. You let him finish before hearing him let out a final low grunt, pulling you into him until your head is tucked under his chin. You sit there in silence, feeling him still throbbing inside of you, and you think he must still be having those stay at home wife fantasies. You want to put an end to them immediately, so you speak up in the quietness of the room,

“Don’t get stuck in your head thinking your fantasy will become reality, Satoru.” You remind him, pinching his side where your arms rest. You can hear his smile in his voice when he speaks, wrapping long arms tight around you, so tight you fear you may never escape.

“It always does.” He singsongs, pecking the crown of your head before resting his cheek on top of it. You frown, going to pull away, but he holds you so tight, that your breath momentarily escapes you.

“Well, not this time.” You mumble, feeling the tiredness of a long week start to overtake you. Gojo doesn’t say anything for a long time until he’s sure you’re sleep, whispering into the air,

“We’ll see about that.”

…

You’re surprised that Gojo is surprised when you break up with him. You thought he would’ve been able to see it coming, especially since you had started pulling away in your last few weeks together. Instead of spending damn near every moment together, suddenly you were always busy with something else; you couldn’t go to the cafe, couldn’t sneak into empty hallways between classes, couldn’t come to the parties his friends would throw.

He thought he could pull you into him more during these moments, discuss things he knew you loved, dropped subjects he knew would push you away. But it was too late for any of that—you were checked out of this relationship before your mouth could even form the words.

“You don’t mean that.” Gojo mutters under his breath, the fringe of his hair blocking his vision as his head hangs low between his shoulders. He sits on that same couch where he tried to convince you that his dream of you dropping everything to become a stay at home wife was your idea. The thought makes your stomach churn—he’s always done this to you. Always planted ideas in your head that you knew weren’t true, but if Satoru said it, then there must be some sort of truthfulness in it, right?

“I do.” You say firmly, back straight where you stand in front of his hunched over form on the couch. Your body is poised to run in case he does something unhinged, and you’re sure he won’t, but you refuse to take any chances. He gets quiet for a long while, before croaking out a quiet,

“Why? What did I do?” You could scoff. What did he do? What didn’t he fucking do to you to drive you to this point?

What was the driving force to disconnecting from him? You wonder if it was the codependency that he forced upon you, like he couldn’t live without you? If it was the constant messages of your whereabouts that shredded you thin, when you weren’t around him, when you tried to be independent? Was it the clinginess? The feeling of his skin glued to yours all the time, the feeling of being trapped in his shadow? Was it the overbearing love, the struggle to breathe on your own? Was it all of it? But instead of expressing any of this, all you can spit out is a meekly excuse,

“I just don’t think we’re meant to be together.” You whisper, suddenly ashamed at your cowardice. You had a whole speech prepared on how you would break up with him, how you’d point out his flaws, his incapacity to love you as a person and not as a possession. But you swallow it all down, afraid too much will come back up, that you’ll ruin the front of your clothes with your verbal bile that he won’t be able to clean like he used to anymore.

“That’s it, huh?” Satoru asks you quietly, craning his neck slightly so that a glowing blue eye can peek through his fringe. It unnerves you more than it should, and you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand with every passing second. He knows there’s more to it, more that you refuse to say, but honestly, you’re not sure if its worth it anymore. You just want to leave.

“That’s it.” You nod, finality barely lacing your tone, as you still stand on shaky grounds. You clear your throat and look around the apartment, wringing your hands together as Gojo continues to watch you.

“I’ll, uh, get my clothes and stuff tomorrow. You can keep everything else.” You tell him, avoiding his gaze as your eyes dart over to the front door. You wonder, if he chases you, will you be able to make it out alive?

“Where are you going to live?” He asks you, finally lifting his upper body so that he sits up on the couch, his hands folded neatly in his lap. You don’t think he’s taken his eyes off of you yet.

“Me and a friend found an apartment not too far from campus.” You don’t want to disclose too much information, afraid he would find you and pretend that you guys never broke up. Pretend that everything is okay, and be glued right back to your flank as if nothing had ever happened. Or maybe you just think the worst of him, you conclude, when Gojo smiles at you. It’s not as unsettling as you would think, more on the side of acceptance, but it baffles you all the same.

He unfurls himself from the couch, standing too tall, too broad, too intimidating, despite the fact that he curls in a little to keep you from being scared. He opens his arms to you, and you try not to stare at the bulging muscles beneath his black tee, muscles that are all too familiar and call your name to come running back home.

“Well, okay then.” Gojo finally speaks after what feels like hours. “I wish you the best.” His voice sounds all too genuine, all too sweet and convincing.

He’s taking this…well? Gojo, who wouldn’t let you breathe in your own breaths without his mouth being pressed right against yours? Whose heart slowed to the rhythm of your own to always be in sync? Who would hold you close every night, almost as if in fear that you would escape in the night and leave him stranded? He’s…alright with you breaking up with him?

Like you’re under a spell, your feet move heavily until they fit perfectly between his own spread ones, arms coming up to his sides until he embraces you tightly. He’s warm, always is, and smells so familiar that you feel your own heart ache knowing that his scent will become a haunting memory instead of the comfort of home. He wraps you up in him until his arms squeeze your shoulders and your face is buried into his chest.

You don’t realize that you’re crying until he kisses the top of your head, shushing you to stop your hiccuping sobs as you cling to his shirt. Why are you crying? This was your decision after all. But why does him accepting your breakup hurt more? Why didn’t he fight for you? He would always fight for you.

“Okay, I have a lecture in about twenty minutes.” Gojo tells you, a signal to pull away, and you do, but it hurts more than it really should. You wipe your face with your sleeve, avoiding his eyes as he holds you back by the shoulders, ducking his head down to catch your gaze.

“I’ll always love you, you know that?” He tells you, eyes searching your face. You swallow down a hiccup, scrubbing at your eyes petulantly as you nod a few times.

“I hope you have a successful life.” You can almost hear him tacking on a quiet without me, but he only smiles at you again before pecking your forehead one last time. After that, he squeezes your shoulders before he lets you go, turning on his heel as he starts gathering a few things. He’s at the door in what feels like seconds, his broad back facing you, feeling you staring at him. He turns his neck until his eye catches your own, winking at you once before opening the door and walking out.

It’s the last time you see Gojo for a while, and it makes you feel emptier than you care to admit.

…

As time goes on, you start to get better. Things get a little easier to deal with, you start gaining more independence while living with your friend, start going out more, getting better grades. You never thought that you were necessarily a terrible match with Satoru, but you think in certain aspects that he held you back more than you ever recognized in those moments.

But, overall, everything is going fine. Well, mainly everything, save for your love life.

You wanted to take a break from dating after being in your relationship with Gojo for over a year, but its been eight months since you split, and you don’t see yourself getting with anyone else in the meantime. You’re in your last year of college, so you’re hoping for some kind of hookup before you graduate, but it feels like something else is off. Like the people around you avoid you when you’re near if they aren’t already yours friends, like they’re hesitant to be near you without setting clear boundaries that they’re not interested in you at all.

You chalk it up to your past with Gojo, as most people knew you were together. Maybe they’re scared of pissing him off and getting with his ex. You’ve heard rumors from people that he thinks you’ll get back together soon, but you’re not sure if these words actually came from him, or if people just like to gossip. Either way, you try to let it roll off of your back, and put yourself out there to people who don’t go to your school.

Which still ends up being a dud. You think you just might be cursed, or something. You can’t even get laid with a random hookup! You’re sure its Gojo doing something to make everyone lay off of you, but you also haven’t spoken to him since the breakup, so you’re not sure if confronting him about it is a great idea.

Except, the choice is taken from you when you find yourself in the cafe that you first met him in, and he’s there too. You hadn’t noticed him, if he was already there when you came, or if he slithered in after you, but he’s there. Sitting diagonal from your booth, facing you, hands under his chin as he yaps away to his friend, Suguru. You remember the guy well, although you were never too close with him, and he seems intrigued with whatever Gojo is blabbering on about, which is typically unusual.

Your eyes quickly flit back over to your laptop screen where you text who you’re sure will be another unsaved contact from a dating app, pretending to not see the white haired man. But luck hasn’t been on your side in a while, as you can see him perk up from the corner of your eye as his whole body turns to you, his conversation abruptly cutting off. He calls your name once and you pretend not to hear him, but then he’s standing and making his way over to you, and you fear you can’t avoid him any longer.

“Long time no see.” Gojo greets you, standing over your table with too big a grin. You act surprised at the sight of him, gasping a little before raising your eyebrows, fingers slowing in their typing until they stop.

“Hey, its been a while, hasn’t it?” You ask, even though you know, and you’re sure he knows too, that you’ve been avoiding him as much as humanly possible. But Gojo only smiles wider at you, cocking his head to the side as he takes you in shamelessly, and you do the same.

He looks…bigger, than he did before, his shoulders broader, his physique just a little wider than you remember. He looks more relaxed than you think he would be, after you unceremoniously breaking up with him, and then actively avoiding him for almost an entire year after that. He looks…good.

“May I?” Gojo asks, referring to the seat in the booth across from you. You stutter for a second, wondering if you should allow him back in, even if its in the tiniest amount. You did last time, in this same cafe, and ended up with him glued to your very being. You don’t know if you’re strong enough to unstick him another time. But you swallow and force a smile, nodding once to the empty space in front of you.

“Sure,” you mumble, trying to quickly shut out the dating app on your laptop, exiting out of the messages without looking too obvious. But its like Gojo always knows when something is up, and he rests his chin in his hand as the other taps at the table, too loud in the quiet cafe.

“Meet anyone new yet?” He asks, making your eyes shoot up to his own guiltily. But he smiles that easygoing smile at you, making you suck in a deep breath as you finally calm enough to close out the app.

“No luck in that department yet. Not sure if its an unfortunate thing, though.” You hum, eyes flittering up to his own that are covered by his infamous circled glasses. He never really wore them when he was around you, and you feel weird by the sudden melancholy that overtakes you at the thought. You’ve grown without me, Satoru, you don’t treat me the same anymore. I thought you always would.

“Me neither, but I don’t think its unfortunate.” He tells you, tilting his head a little to the side as he huffs out a humorless laugh. You want to ask him what he means by that, but you’re afraid of the answer. Thankfully, he speaks before you find out what his statement really meant.

“How were you grades last semester? Did you end up passing that dick professor’s class?” Gojo asks softly, all of his attention on you, makes you feel a little overwhelmed, and all too familiar. But if its a negative thing, you can’t really figure it out. You didn’t like the constant attention, the clinginess and dependency, but there was something about someone so devoted to you. Someone who looked at you like you molded lighting bolts in hand and struck down soft soil to create the earth. Someone who looked at you like you held the secrets of their life behind your teeth, like some prophet one could only wish to get close to.

“I passed. Barely.” You mumble, smiling a little when Gojo celebrates with a clap and a small cheer, making Suguru turn around slightly to catch the commotion. He calms when he sees you sink in on yourself in embarrassment, smiling at you all the while with a look too familiar. That goes on for what feels like hours, like the entire world has sunken away, drowned out into a blurry nothingness as your background.

Here, its just you and Satoru. Here, there are no issues or problems in your relationship. Here, you love him and he loves you and that is enough. Here, your love for him conquers all doubt and fear. Here, your love is perfect.

The spell is broken suddenly when Gojo leans back in the booth, stretching a little. You feel the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding come flooding back to you, making you slump over a little in your seat. A ding from your computer signals suddenly, making your eyes dart over to the notification. Its from the dating app, the guy you were just texting suddenly telling you that he can’t make it to your date tonight, but that he’d love to see you after midnight at his place.

You deflate, and Gojo is far too perceptive. He clears his throat once, making your eyes snap back over to him in surprise, and then quickly guilt. But why do you feel so guilty? You’re single, you broke up with him. But its something about the way his mouth twitches at the corner, that makes shame sink deep into the pit of your belly.

“I’ll see you around,” Gojo says lowly, tipping his head at you and standing before you can get a word out. Your mouth opens and closes a few times, before managing to spit something out,

“And I’ll—I’ll see you!” You cringe the moment the words leave your mouth. But Gojo only gives you a half smile, reaching out to rub gently at the crown of your head, an act he would always do whenever you did something he was quite fond of. You guess things never really change.

…

Your roommate had convinced you to go to a party with her, one to celebrate the end of your fall semester. You were reluctant at first, but after the umpteenth rejection, you decide your ego needs some kind of boost. Since it was a little colder, you dressed warm, but still adorned something that you hope would draw more eyes to your form.

When you get there, the party is in full swing. There’s a loud bass playing somewhere in the house, people littering the dance floor, cups of mysterious juice being passed around to everyone who enters. As you make your way inside, you quickly lose sight of your friend, and it doesn’t bother you as it usually would.

Tonight, you’re on the hunt for someone new—someone not Gojo. But, you think you might’ve personally pissed off a deity or something, because of fucking course, he’s there at the party. Sitting on a couch between his friends with his too long limbs and dark glasses despite it damn near being pitch black in the house, save for some colorful lighting strobing across the walls.

You catch his face, a stream of a soft baby blue gracing his features, at the same time his head turns in your direction. Even though you can’t see his eyes, you know he’s looking at you. You can always tell when he is. And he smiles a little smile, tipping his head and his cup to you, and awkwardly, you do the same back before stiffly turning on your heels to head for the kitchen.

It’s just as stuffy in there as the rest of the house, but there is a little more breathing room. You take a second to catch your breath, mumbling a quick apology to whatever deity you pissed off, before grabbing a cup.

“Hey, can you pour me some too?” A voice rings out from beside you, making you perk up in surprise. You look over and find a pretty handsome guy beside you, smiling and offering a red solo cup in your direction. He smiles when you look at him, and you smile back with a nod.

“Of course. Tell me when,” you say over the loud music, filling up his cup and laughing when a little spills over because the guy is too busy looking at you. He chuckles under his breath, grabbing a few napkins to wipe up the mess as he stands there watching you pour your own drink.

“I don’t usually fumble this bad, you know.” The guy tells you, pretty smile beaming as you look at him from over your cup, mirth shining in your eyes. You cock an eyebrow at him, resting your hip against the counter.

“Oh, really?” You tease, to which he nods quickly. “So I just make you nervous then, huh?” You grin, to which he grins back cheekily, shrugging a little as he forgoes an answer to take a swig of his drink. Conversation with the guy goes smoothly for a few minutes, before he suddenly turns stone still, looking over your shoulders. You cock an eyebrow, repeating your previous question, before turning to see what’s captured his attention. You don’t see anybody, and when you go to ask him what’s wrong, you discover that he’s already disappeared into the crowd.

The rest of the night goes eerily like this, like there’s some bad omen just lingering above your head, like there’s some warning sign strapped to your chest telling people to stay far away. Every conversation that you start with someone ends up the same; a look over your shoulder, before turning pale, and scurrying away with some excuse about having to be somewhere else.

By the end of the night, you have to bite back tears in the bathroom as you stare yourself down in the mirror. Is it your clothes? Your breath? Your makeup? What the fuck is driving everyone away from you like some walking disease?

The answer to your question pops up in front of you the moment you swing the bathroom door open. Gojo stands in the doorway, entirely too tall, entirely too broad, entirely too handsome. Maybe its the few drinks you’ve downed in the past couple minutes, but the alcohol in your belly is pulling you home.

“I saw you come up here, and you looked upset, so I just wanted to check on you.” Gojo tells you under the muted bass of the music downstairs. He looks so sincere, his glasses pushed down to the perkiness of his nose, looking at you with a gaze so intense, you feel your legs tremble.

“I know we broke up a while ago, but I still care for your well being, you know that right?” He professes, reaching a hand out to wipe away a stray tear you hadn’t caught. You try not to lean into his palm when his hand lingers, and he’s gone too fast for your liking.

You stare up at him all the while, silent, taking him in. It’s been so long since you’ve got to look at him, really look at him, and take every part of him in. When you look at him, you don’t see the dependency or the whining or the frustration when you became too independent.

No, you see the Satoru that loved you, that put you to bed on nights when you put your physical health after your studies. The Satoru that celebrated your accomplishments every opportunity that he had, who encouraged you to do more, try harder, be your best self. You see the Satoru that always offered companionship, even on days when things were too hard for him to handle himself. You see the company that always stayed beside you, the familiarity of him, his smell, his pretty blue eyes, his chest that welcomed your tears and your snot and every cry you’ve ever had.

Without a word, you fall into his chest, arms still limp at your sides. You catch him off guard a little, feeling him stumble back once before he braces himself, bringing his arms to wrap around your whole body. He squeezes you tight to him, rubbing the back of your head as you hiccup little cries into his shirt, clutching the fabric of his sweatpants tight in your trembling hands.

He stands there and lets you get all of your emotions out until you finally slow, still rubbing a comforting hand over your head and down your flank. When your hiccups have longer and longer intervals, is when he finally pulls you back by your shoulders. The position is all too familiar, makes you have flashbacks to that day where you changed the course of both of your lives. Gojo squeezes your shoulders when he sees your bottom lip tremble, and he can’t help but pout back amusedly at your watery eyes.

“You wanna get out of here, and go back home?” He asks you, leaning down a little so that his face is so close to yours. You can see the different specks of blue in his irises, watch how his nose crinkles a little when you hiccup again and nod slowly, how his mouth curves into a smirk when you wipe at your face with the backs of your hands.

“Okay, let’s go then.” He says softly, unable to resist leaning forward to peck at your forehead. Your eyes close at the contact, feeling yourself melt back into the person you were a year ago, melded into Gojo, and always finding yourself going back home with him.

…

Everything feels all too familiar, at the moment. You ride in Gojo’s sleek black car late in the night, the windows rolled down and music that you both hate playing too loudly on the speakers. The only thing different, is that you’re still teary, and he’s quiet.

“I’m really sorry, you know?” You mutter, still wiping away the tears as they flow freely, now you think because of the alcohol. You wish you would’ve been able to have this conversation a little more sober, but its too late now. You just babble on and on while Gojo listens, one hand on the wheel and the other resting in his lap.

“I just felt so overwhelmed in our relationship, like I wasn’t myself anymore. And I can’t blame you, like, I have to take some accountability for not doing more to maintain my identity in order to appease you. But I just—I just lost who I was and I just needed a break, but I don’t want space from you anymore.” You rattle on, too afraid to look over at him, scared his jaw would be ticking and his mouth would be set in a firm line. The car is silent for a few seconds before Gojo speaks up,

“So that’s it?” His voice crackles in the car above the music that quiets for a few beats. “We were just on a year long break, and didn’t actually break up?” Your stomach sinks at his words, hands wringing together as you try to piece an explanation together quickly.

“Well, um—”

“So glad I didn’t cheat then.” Gojo cuts you off, making your head whip over to him in surprise. He’s grinning now, big and wide, reaching a hand over to squeeze at your thigh as he tilts his head in your direction to wink at you. You feel yourself slowly deflate, nerves crumbling with every passing second, every sentence Gojo prattles on with about how much he missed you.

When you finally gain your composure, you realize that you’ve stopped at a red light, and Gojo is looking at you again. You blink bleary eyes at him—so sweet, so innocent—you watch him practically melt in the drivers seat. His skin is tinged with the red of the traffic lights, makes his eyes look even paler, his mouth even pinker. You sigh softly into the air when his big hand snakes up to cup your cheek, finally allowing yourself to relax into his touch.

“You’ve always been such a pretty crier.” Gojo whispers to you, and you want to kiss him so, so bad, but you don’t. You let him take control since you hurt him so bad with the breakup, let him control the moment, but you secretly wish that he kisses you until your lungs stop. Instead, he runs his thumb across your bottom lip before pulling away, and you belatedly realize that its because the light has turned green.

Gojo's hand drops into your lap again though, rubbing gently at your thigh as you keep staring at him. He’s talking about how little the apartment has changed since you’ve been gone, about you moving back in, about having some movers ready before the weekend is up. And you’re listening, you are, but its so hard to fully tune into what he’s saying when he looks so pretty and his big hand keeps stroking at your sensitive thighs. While looking at him, you try and inch his hand closer between your legs, so many memories flooding back of you being in this same position before.

Except, this time, Gojo does not appease you. No, instead he turns to you with a frown, eyes bouncing back and forth from you and the road, as he stills his hand when you try and tug at it.

“What were you saying earlier? About needing a break before, about wanting to wait?” He asks you softly, cooing at your little pout that instantly takes over your face.

“Just wait until we get home, baby. I’ve been without you for so long now, I wanna cherish the moment.” He says fondly, tugging at your bottom lip when you pout. You nod, but don’t say anything, dejected at your rejection from him, telling yourself you should’ve known that things wouldn’t have gone back to the exact same. Only, Gojo sees your little pout, and he’s missed you so damn much, that he can’t help but spoil you. Just a little.

“Unzip your jeans for me, love.” Gojo calls out to you, nodding his chin in the direction of your legs. You try not to perk up too much, but you listen without a moments hesitation, quickly unbuttoning your jeans, zipping the zipper down in the now quiet car.

You don’t take them off or shimmy them down your hips too far, just a little, just enough for Gojo to squeeze his hand between them and your panties. From there, he pets gently at your cunt, lithe fingers stroking between your lips, pushing as far as he can into your hole that pulsates around the fabric. He pulls and gently tugs at your pubes, grinning when you hiss, and taps his finger against your hole once more. He feels your increasing wetness starting to spread, and it makes him chuckle, moving deft fingers up to start petting at your clit.

You sigh softly, dropping your legs open as much as you can with the restrictive material, holding onto Gojo’s arm like a life jacket. And he lets you, coos down to you about how sensitive he forgot you were, how swollen your little clit is already, how you’re seeping through your panties, how dirty you’ve always been for him. When you feel close to coming, from being untouched in so long, from missing his fingers so much, he suddenly stops.

You whine, digging your nails into his arm as you blink at him confusedly. But Gojo is already pulling into the apartment complex, grinning all the while.

“Don’t worry,” he says, tapping your clit once, twice, with the pad of his finger to watch your hips stutter. “I’ll get you what you want in no time.”

…

Falling into bed with Satoru is as familiar as breathing, as walking, as loving him. Feels as familiar as waking up beside him and being welcomed by your favorite coffee drink and being kissed despite your morning breath. Feels as familiar as your skin melting into his own, as sharing a set of lungs and kidneys, as your hearts beating the same pattern that is all too familiar with you both.

When he sinks his cock into your aching heat, you feel like all is right in the world again. What were you thinking before, when leaving him? How could you do that to him, to the both of you? Why would you ever leave when Satoru always felt this good?

You moan into his mouth when he lays on top of you, flat on your back with one leg over his shoulder, as he traps your other leg between his thighs. His pubes brush against your clit when he leans into you, his fringe brushing away the sweat starting to gather on your forehead, huffing a laugh against your lips.

“Did you miss this? Miss me? I haven’t heard you say it enough tonight.” Gojo teases you, rolling his hips into your sweet cunt with every word. Your eyebrows screw up at the pleasure, and he can’t help but blink bleary eyes open to admire how pretty you look under him. You nod quickly, nose bumping against his as you wrap your arms tight around his shoulders.

“Missed you so much. ‘M so sorry for leaving,” you babble on, grinding your hips into his, feeling him throb deep inside of you at your words. He groans, tongue slipping out to trace the seam of your lips, dipping it inside when you so graciously welcome him in.

“You miss me, or was it just my cock?” Satoru asks against you, laughing a little when you quickly shake your head, holding him tight to you.

“Missed you, missed you so fuckin’ much, ‘Toru.” The sound of his nickname falling from your lips makes him groan into your cheek, pulling his hips back to fuck into you a little harder. He holds the back of your head until your foreheads press together, eyes staring at your fluttering ones from the pleasure, drinking in every piece of you that he can get.

“You still love me, don’t you? Didn’t forget about how much, right?” Satoru asks, hips starting to slam into yours, pace quickening. Your moans are stuttered with every breath, and you’re sure you’d be sliding up the bed if he didn’t keep such a tight grip on you. You throw your head back with a little yelp when he suddenly presses a wet thumb to your clit, rubbing it in quick little circles.

“Huh? Did you forget all your love for me?” Gojo sounds disappointed in you, and that’s the last thing you wanted. Your hands find his nape and his scalp, pulling as soft as you can as you blink a few times through the tears of pleasure.

“No, never, I could never forget, ‘Toru. Love you so much, so, so much,” you chant your love for him, holding on for dear life to his skin when he starts fucking you with renewed passion. Your words make his cock throb from deep inside of you, make him wanna bring you to the edge just like how he used to.

And he does, but only this time, he doesn’t let you jump from the edge, no. Instead, Gojo pulls out, shushes your cries with a kiss to your greedy mouth as he moves your leg from his shoulder. He positions you until your lower body is twisted to the side, legs tight together, pretty plump lips peeking from between. He slots his dick back inside of you, comfortable and familiar, sinking in deep and growling at your squeak at how thick he feels in this position.

“Fuck, feels like you’re splitting me open, ‘Toru!” You whine, reaching out for him when he sits up on his knees. He leans into you, lets you cup his cheek, sucks your thumb into his mouth when it falls open. Gojo looks rabid now, his glasses slipping off of his face as his hips slam into you. Usually, he wouldn’t be so desperate, but you’ve deprived him of this sweet pussy far too long for him to be rational about any of this.

“You like that? Yeah?” Satoru asks you, one hand holding your hip, the other reaching out to squeeze one of your tits in his hand. You push your chest out to him, nodding and hiccuping as you moan with every thrust inside of your aching cunt.

“Yeah,” you whine back, eyes glossy as your hands fall back, one holding onto your pillow beneath you that smells just like his shampoo. The other grips the back of his hand that holds your tit, eyes screwing shut when he sneaks down to start thumbing at your clit again.

“You’re so desperate for me, isn’t that right?” Satoru coos down at you, glasses falling from his face, bouncing off of your hip. He pants from above you, his usual carefully styled hair going awry and all over his head, licking his lips as he stares down at you. You nod quickly, holding on for dear life as you start feeling your orgasm starting to creep on you again.

“Must’ve been miserable everyday without me, without my cock.” Satoru groans down, leaning back on his knee as he keeps fucking you to admire the sight. He throws his head back when you squeeze your thighs even tighter, cunt clamping down around him, gritting his teeth all the while.

“Knew you’d come crawling back to me, it was only a matter of time. You looked so pretty doing it,” He growls, watching your telltale signs that your orgasm is near. But, Gojo is a petty bastard, and still insists that he makes you wait. For all its worth, its the least you could do for breaking his heart over needing stupid space.

He waits until he’s sure you’re on the brink of your orgasm before pulling out once more. You groan and whine this time, but he only manhandles your body until you’re on your stomach, thighs pressed together once more. He cages your legs between his own, pulling at your cheeks until they spread for him, and he takes a second to admire the pretty sight before him. Gojo can’t help but lean down and press a quick kiss to your dripping hole, feeling you clench down quickly and squeak.

He laughs at you and smacks a hand down on your ass before sitting up again, holding his base so that he can tease his cock at your hole. You whine for him to stop teasing you, to put it in already, make you cum like he has so many times before.

And he does just that; pressing his leaky tip in inch by slow inch until you’re full of him. You let out a filthy moan until his base and balls are snuggled into your ass, whole body going limp below him. You let him use you as you please, head feeling fuzzy the entire time as he leans his body weight on top of you, fully crushing you.

“Our love is so strong, isn’t it?” Gojo hums into your ear, committing to slow strokes this time, because he likes how you quiver underneath him when he grinds his tip against your sweet spot. “Feels like nothing could ever break it, like nothing could ever come between us.”

He kisses your shoulders as he speak, intertwining his fingers into yours, holding your hands where they rest on the pillows beneath you. Its an intimate gesture, makes you swallow the cry that wants to rip out of your throat, burying your face into fluffy fabric that smells of him to moan loudly.

“You wanna make it even stronger, don’t you?” Gojo whispers under his breath, feeling his cock brush your sweet spot over and over until it drives you crazy. All you can do is nod, squeezing his hand as he nibbles at your ear.

“Let’s have a baby, together.” His words should alarm you, and so should the lack of a condom that you’re just now realizing. So should how sinister his voice has become, and how his cock swells and kicks inside of you at just mentioning it.

But, it doesn’t. You don’t think you’ve ever loved him more, supported an idea as much as you did in that vert moment.

“How’s that sound? Really solidify our love for each other, right?” Satoru pushes and pushes and pushes until you’re teetering on the edge once more. You know, that if you answer correctly, he’ll let you finally jump over. So you do.

“Put a baby in me, Satoru,” you demand of him, words muffled by your face in the pillows. Gojo groans loud at that, eyes squeezing shut as he thrusts into you so hard that it sends you up the bed, the friction on your clit finally making you reach your orgasm. You cry out loudly, head flying back as Gojo shushes you, mouthing at your throat all the while your legs kick up and your toes curl.

“And after this, you can make your dreams of being a stay at home mom finally come true.” You drown his words out as you cum, shaking beneath him as you gush all over his cock, long awaited after being denied three times tonight. You think its worth it, even though the back of your mind convinces you that you’ve just made a deal with the devil himself.

But its hard to be upset when Gojo cums inside of you, filling you up to the brim as he groans into your cheek. His hips keep bucking and stuttering inside of you, fucking his cum back in when you feel it start to slowly slip out. He doesn’t let even a drop slip from around his cock, keeps fucking you and fucking you until you cry about being sensitive. Only then, does he pull out, but he props your tired hips up.

“Can’t let any of it go to waste, right?” You can hear the grin in his voice, but you’re too tired to tell him you started birth control a few months ago. He rubs your hips and your ass, fingering his cum back in every time your hips shake from exhaustion. Only when you collapse on the bed, knocked out cold, does he let up.

Gojo sits back on his knees to admire you, the fingertip shaped bruises on your hips, your spent cunt, your drooling mouth, your shut eyes, and wonders. Wonders how you’ll feel years down the line when—and if—he finally tells you how he got you back. While he made you think it was because he allowed you space and time, you couldn’t be further from the truth.

After your breakup, Gojo was always there. Always lingered around the corner, always looked out for you because no one else in this world would. Even if that meant scaring off potential dates, and getting rid of the more persistent ones. Even if it meant having to watch from afar as you tried to move on from him. Even if it meant switching out your birth control for placebos that you were none the wiser of.

He just loved you so fucking much, and his love for you was stronger than anything in the universe, and he would do—and did— anything to get it back. Even if you would never know of the sins he committed to have you again.

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Conveniently Yours

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!reader

Synopsis: In a desperate attempt to pay for your mom's cancer treatment you take a job as a dancer at one of NYC's prestigious strip clubs where you meet Jake Seresin who just happens to need a wife.

Warnings: Mentions of cancer, cancer treatment, mild sexual themes. Nothing particularly bad in this chapter.

Word count: 2k

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“Jake! Over here!”

“Y/N can we get a smile?!”

“Are you two planning on having kids?!”

“How have you felt about Jake’s previous women?”

It was a barrage of questions, camera clicks, and light flashes as you exited the town car with Jake. His hand securely wrapped around yours to help you exit the vehicle before pulling you tightly against his side in an attempt to shield you from the paparazzi. You’d seen them in public before, living in NYC they were common place given the amount of high status people that lived in this city. First hand you knew how relentless they could be. Practically vultures. It was so much worse being the one they were pecking at.

Jake’s lips brushed against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. He’d been different since the whole bathroom fiasco with Bradley. A change you couldn’t understand why he was making. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by you the decrease in the amount of women he had over. Not to say he didn’t ever take a woman to bed, but he definitely wasn’t bringing nearly as many over as he had been. You’d started to notice it would coincide with the days you spent in Bradley’s presence. Jake always made sure you saw him with the woman, as if on purpose. Like he was trying to make you jealous.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” His voice was soft and encouraging, but there was something else laced with it. Something you couldn’t place, but it had you clenching your thighs together in a way you never had for Jake. In a way you normally clenched them for Bradley. “This event isn’t going to be easy, but I promise I’ll make up for it.” That. That right there was different.

More often he’d been promising things like that. Apologizing more frequently for the nature of the things you had to suddenly endure. Things he had never apologized for before. Because before Jake didn’t feel like he had to, that you’d known full well what you were getting yourself into. Even if you really didn’t know how severe it actually would be. You weren’t going to complain. This was a side of Jake you would accept for as long as you could get him. For once you didn’t feel entirely like an unwelcome guest in what was supposed to be your home.

You looked up at him with big doe eyes. Ones that Jake had avoided looking whenever possible for weeks because he wasn’t certain he’d be able to deny them. “How are you going to do that?” You whispered back, ignoring the calls for your attention as he led you inside the event. You didn’t even remember what it was for, but you weren’t sure that mattered. No one ever asked you about his work. Everyone was always far more interested in your elusive relationship. The one that you’d been secretly maintaining for the past year.

“I was thinking a date? Like a real one.” The words caught you off guard. You’d been on a few dates with Jake before, but they’d all been for show. Giving the media something to build on and talk about. Conversation had never gone very deep, mostly soft spoken discussions about upcoming events and wedding details. Nothing to get to know the other person. Any smiles, laughs or PDA caught on camera had been entirely faked. You were actually impressing yourself with how good of an actress you were.

The idea of a date with him wasn’t repulsive. You liked the version of Jake you met at the club and the version he’d been lately, but you weren’t sure how real those versions of him were. They’d disappeared before and you were worried they’d disappear again. Briefly your mind flitted to Bradley, worried about how it might make him feel, but it didn’t linger there for long. Bradley wasn’t anything serious. At least you didn’t think he was. Neither of you had ever breached the subject and you were fine with that. So as far as you were concerned you were more than able to let Jake take you on an actual date.

The chance to respond to his offer was quickly taken away as his attention was called for an interview and you were left to politely mingle with others. A glass of champagne was offered and you gladly accepted it. Your mind was still swirling a little bit with this sudden change in your fake fiancé.

“Hello,” the biting tone of his mother’s voice hit your ears and did nothing to ease your nerves. She didn’t like you. Louise Seresin had made that clear from the jump. Now, she had never outright said the words, but she didn’t really hide her distaste for you either.

You curled your lips up in what you hoped was a believable smile. “Hi Louise, you look lovely.” As much of a cunt as the woman could be, she was always dressed to the nines. Today was no different with her pink and floral patterned chiffon dress. It seemed a bit young and playful for her age and personality, but she still looked good. It was a definite contrast to the dress your stylist had picked out. A maroon blazer dress that hit just below your thigh, with gold buttons and gold Jimmy Choo heels. Professional and sexy enough for the future wife of Jake Seresin, who was dressed in similar shades of maroon and gold.

Louise’s eyes swept over you and you waited for her to tell you about her distaste for your outfit. All she did was hum, but you couldn’t tell if it was approvingly or not. Half the time you wondered if she had you figured out. If she knew this was all a sham, but if she did she never said so.

As if the universe knew you needed saving Jake’s father, George, approached and pulled you into a tight bear hug. George’s reaction to you was the exact opposite of his wife’s. He was a kind man that took to you immediately, reminding you vaguely of your father.

George let out a whistle as held your hand, motioning for you to spin and you did with a giggle. “My son sure snagged a winner.” He nodded approvingly as he dropped your hand. “How’s your mother doin’? Chemo goin’ alright?” It warmed you how he always asked about your mom, checking in to see if she needed anything. How this sweet man had ended up with such a cold woman was beyond you. Louise had to be different when you weren’t around.

“She’s alright, starting to lose her hair, but it seems to be working. She’s got a treatment tomorrow that I’ll be at.” Treatments were hard and long and you’d gone to every single treatment with your mom since she started them.

“You mean we’ll be at.” A large, heavy hand rested on your waist. You turned to look up at Jake who was staring back at you with those brilliant green eyes and a soft smile. “I promised I’d come to some sessions and I haven’t been yet, works been keeping me away but I’m putting my foot down.” That was a lie. Not once had he ever even mentioned attending one of your mother’s treatments. He hadn’t even met your mother. Jake could see in your eyes that you were confused, but he just returned the look with one that promised he’d explain later.

You accepted that and turned back to his parents. George looked proud of his son. Louise looked skeptical. Her mouth opened to speak, but as if Jake knew what was going to come out of her mouth he quickly excused the two of you. As much as you wanted to ask him about what he’d just said, this wasn’t the place. Especially as he kept getting pulled away to talk to different people.

Between conversations you managed to get a word in, other than assuring him you were okay. “Yes, you can take me on a real date.” Jake’s smile grew as wide as it did when you accepted his proposal. He was really starting to confuse you.

The event had gone successfully. You later found out it was a promotional event for some new software that Jake’s company had created. He had tried explaining it to you, but it all had gone right over your head. You’d always considered yourself as smart, but when it came to technology you were as skilled as someone’s grandma.

Currently you were sitting in the back of the SUV headed to Marea, an upscale Italian restaurant. Jake was next to you scrolling through his phone with one hand while the other rested on your leg, his thumb rubbing small circles on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. An intimate gesture, one that he seemed to be doing absentmindedly. As strange as it felt, you also enjoyed it as each circle sent a tingle through your body.

“Were you serious earlier…you know about the chemo treatment?” It had been gnawing at you since he said it. If he really wanted to come you weren’t going to stop him. It would be nice to have some company, especially considering your mom was so drained she slept through most of them. Still, didn’t he have more important things to do than spend hours in a hospital room with his fake fiancée while her sickly mother had cancer treatment?

Jake tucked his phone in his pocket while he turned his attention towards you, nodding his head softly. He knew it was probably weird for you, how he was suddenly changing his demeanor and opting to come to something he never had before. But he was being sincere about it all. “As serious as a heart attack. It’s important to you, so it should be important to me too.”

Your brows furrowed as you studied his face. You were staring so hard at him Jake was almost certain you could see through his thick skull. Suddenly the back of your hand was pressed to his forehead and you were inspecting him in a different way.

“Are you feeling alright? Light headed? Nausea? Vomiting? Hallucinations? Fever?” Jake couldn’t help the chuckle that rumbled his chest at your barrage of questions. His large hand enveloped yours, pulling it away from his forehead and pressing a kiss to it.

“I’m fine, I promise. I just-” he hesitated. How could he tell you that seeing you with Bradley had him jealous because you were supposed to be his wife. It was Jake who was supposed to be making you laugh so hard you did that little snort. He was the one that was supposed to make you whimper and moan and beg. The one you were supposed to dance in his kitchen with. Not Bradley. “I’ve been an ass to you and I want to make up for it, to be better.” Yeah, that was the best way he could put it. There was no way he could say he was jealous of seeing you with his best friend even though this was a fake relationship and he’d been having his own fun on the side.

The SUV slowed to a stop outside of the restaurant, but you were still processing what Jake had said. “O-okay, but you were the one who made it abundantly clear we were nothing but business partners.” You were cautious in the way you reminded him.

Jake almost looked pained as he was reminded of what he’d said. “I know and I shouldn’t have been such a dick, I don’t have an excuse for it.” His lips pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “We can talk more later, but right now we have a date. Let’s just enjoy it?” It sounded like he was begging you, but Jake Seresin didn’t beg. That you were sure of. You just nodded, agreeing to drop the topic for now. He smiled softly at you, silently thanking you as he opened the door.

It still wasn’t making any sense to you, but you were going to take any niceties you could get from him. Because in all reality you had no idea how long this change in him was going to last. And you definitely didn’t want to be as miserable as you had been the past month or so. At least not if you could help it.

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andydrysdalerogers · 4 months

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Yours Submissively ~ Devious

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open! Only six episodes left!

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Ring!

“Hello?”

“Hi Sharon, its Steve.”

“Steve?”

“Yeah, sorry to call. I just needed someone to talk to.”

“Oh, is there a problem?”

Steve sighed. “Belle left. She found out I was lying to her and she left.”

“What about Bucky?”

“He left as well. Something about being on her side. Haven’t heard from him.”

“I’m so sorry Steve. What can I do?”

“Can we meet? I just need a friend.”

“Of course. The club? Ten PM?”

“I’ll be there Sharon. And thank you. I know we left it on bad terms.”

“Its ok. I know it wasn’t you. See you in a few hours.”

“Bye Sharon.”

“Bye Steve.” Sharon hung up and turned to a sobbing and gagged Belle. “I knew he would come back to me. He always does.” She does a little dance and spin.

Belle thrashed in her chair, screaming against the gag. She couldn’t believe what she heard. Her Steve wouldn’t leave her like this. The tears streamed down her face.

“We’re ready for her to be examined.” Beck came in to see Belle a mess of tears. “What did you do to her?”

“Nothing, just had a call she didn’t like,” Sharon smirked.

“Oh,” Beck feigned interest, “from who?” The couple cackled at Belle’s sobs. “Get over it sweetheart,” Beck snarled. “We have some test to conduct to make sure you are at top notch condition. I’m gonna make sure that you make as many heirs as possible for HYDRA.” He lowered his face to look her straight in the eye. “I’ve always wanted a big family,” he whispered to her. Belle thrashed as two goons came to carry her out to the exam room.

“I need to meet with Steve in a couple of hours. You good here?” Sharon asked.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Beck turned away from her.

“What is up your ass?”

“The fact that you just want to move on from me to Rogers.”

“Listen baby, the only way this plan works is if I get close enough to Steve that we can slip him the poison. We get the Avengers focused on saving his life, then we can do with Belle whatever we want. Baby, you know I’m yours.” She kissed him lightly on the lips. He grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her harder, shoving his tongue in her mouth.

“Got it,” Bucky smirked as Steve hung up. “They are utterly moronic. They are in an old HYDRA base, 20 miles north. I know it well.”

“Ok then we go,” Steve stood up.

“We have to think about this,” Sam says.

“NO! We are talking about my family. My wife, my baby!”

“We get that Steve,” Nat says rubbing his arms. “We are going to get them back. But if we just barrel in there, they could kill us or worse, her. Let’s just plan it out.”

Bucky pulled the blueprints up. “The base only has one level above ground. When HYDRA fell, it had been abandoned, I checked. However, I just checked local police and there have been reports of activity on the property. When checked, nothing is there, which tells me that they are working strictly underground.”

“If they are underground then how was I able to connect to Sharon?” Steve asked.

“That tells me that they are only one level down, which is good for us.” Bucky tapped the screen. “There is a secondary entrance that does directly to the second level of the bunker. Right below where they would be. That’s where I suggest we enter. Should be fairly easy to infiltrate and extract.”

“The tests they are going to want to run for fertility take three hours to run once it hits the machine,” Bruce explained. “That’s our time frame.”

“What if they do a standard pregnancy test?” Natasha asked.

“Let’s hope they are stupid enough to skip it,” Tony grimaced.

Steve looked at his team, his family. “Three minutes, get what you need.”

Belle kept trying to move her arm to stop the doctor from drawing blood. He could see Beck’s jaw tick with frustration. “Stop moving, you brat!” He reached over and slapped her. He grabbed her chin. “This is going to happen so unless you want the needle to go straight through your arm, stop moving.”

Belle cried as they held her arm down to take what felt like two pints of blood. “It should take a few hours Dr. Beck.”

“Good, once we have the results, then the seduction can begin,” he commented.

As the team headed to the jet, Steve stopped. “Shit, what about Sharon?”

“I will take care of it, Captain,” Vision said. He transformed his body into Steve’s.

“Ok, that’s weird,” Sam said.

Steve stared at himself. “Uh, ok. The club is in Manhattan, corner of 3rd and 73rd. House number is 373. The password to get in is Gemini.” Vision nodded and made his way out. “Vision, you understand that…”

“I must be rude about Miss Belle, yes I know. Please know that while I am not comfortable with lying, I will do this to protect your family. If you listen on comms, it is merely a ruse.”

“Thank you, Vision.” Steve watched the android fly out of the tower. He looked at the team. “This is gonna work right?”

Tony looked at him with concern. “Of course,” without sounding confident.

“Great.”

Quinten Beck couldn’t believe the luck he was having. He found the HYDRA heir, putting into place a decade worth of research and longing to create a new Hydra. He had an hour to go before the results would be completed. All he wanted was to avenge his family. The battle of New York took everything from him. His whole family had been visiting the city when the aliens descended. He survived by luck alone. He had been in the store, buying something for his sister when a piece of building landed outside. It took days to recover the bodies of his parents, sister and fiancé.

At first, Beck threw himself into work, trying to find ways to control incoming threats. But Stark refused, saying that Stark Industries no longer created weapons. Beck didn’t make a weapon but a way to stop incoming threats. He was fired, throwing him into a tailspin. He did research on the side as he worked menial jobs to keep afloat. Until he was able to create a false identity and get in with AIM.

Beck snorted to himself at the thought. Aldridge Killian was an arrogant piece of shit, but his work led Beck to finish his work. Now, if he held all the cards, the heirs of HYDRA, he could be unchallenged. He could control the world.

He walked down to the cell holding the princess of HYDRA, the beautiful Isabella. She was huddled in the corner, tear tracks down her cheeks, her violet eyes ringed in red. When Beck entered, she curled up more, trying to protect herself. He kneeled next to her. “You know princess, your husband is the main reason you are here. I would have been found but it just makes it sweeter to take what’s his.”

“Don’t call me princess,” Belle whispered.

“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want. You know maybe I want a taste of what I have stolen.” He licked his lips. “See why the Captain chose you.” He pushed her down on the bed and lifted the gown to expose her to him. His fingers dipped below her panties and swiped roughly at her slit. Belle screamed at the touch, so foreign to her. Beck brought his fingers to his lips, rolling his eyes and moaning. “So delicious. I’ll be back princess.”

The team landed half a mile from the bunker to avoid alerting anyone of their approach. Steve placed the shield on his back but kept his helmet off. He wanted Beck to see him when he tore him apart. How dare this man put his hands on his wife, his baby. He clenched his fist as Bucky took over to assign the teams.

“Sam, you and Nat go to the front. Make sure no one escapes that way. Tony, Wanda, you will be back up to us. Steve, you, me, Peter and Clint will go in together and split up to sweep. After the entrance, it splits two ways. Peter Clint, take the right and we’ll go right. Then we can head up the stairs to the level where Belle is at. Once we clear the second, Tony, Wanda, head on it.”

“Take down anyone you meet,” Steve instructed. “Except for Beck.”

“Cap, maybe…” Sam started.

“He’s mine,” Steve continued, ignoring Sam. “If you find Belle, get her out, no matter what.”

Bucky nodded. “Let’s move out.” He let Steve walk out and stopped Sam. “I’ll watch him. I won’t let him lose himself.” Sam nodded as he followed his wife.

The team enter with precision, sweeping the second floor, confirming it was empty as Bucky had predicted. “Cap, I’m sensing someone coming down the stairs,” Peter said over the comms.

“Ok, Peter, Clint, hang back and have cover. Buck, right side,” Steve whispered into the comms. They took positions just as they heard footsteps on the stairs. Two HYDRA agents rounded the corner, chatting. Bucky grabbed on into a choke hold while Steve slammed his shield into another, knocking both out. Peter webbed them to a pole and the team moved up the stairs.

Bucky flipped on his infrared on his rifle. “I see three on the first room on the right, two on the left. There are only five rooms on this floor.”

“Ok, Stark, Wanda, have you entered?”

“Just entering the second floor now,” Tony responded.

“Ok, we wait for backup,” Steve says. He knows. He knows he needs help to get to his wife no matter how anxious he is to get to her. They needed to get to her alive and unharmed and charging into this battle would be detrimental to her safety. As he waits for backup his mind drifted to a conversation he had with her when they were getting to know each other so long ago.

“The world is safe again. They don’t need Captain America. So, I moved to business. I was good in school with numbers. And people.” “Would you?” “Would I what?” “Pick up the shield again?” “Only if I needed to.” “Like?” “To save someone I love.” Belle chewed on her pita to contemplate that. “So not to save the world?” “Is my loved one there?” “I guess so.” “Then I guess I would save the world. Again.”

He lifted the shield and placed it back on his back. He would do anything to save her, and it meant saving the world. Tony and Wanda appeared behind them and the six of them looked into the hallway. “One team, one door,” Steve instructed.

They cleared four rooms quickly, when Steve heard a blood-curling scream from the last door. It took Clint, Tony and Bucky to hold Steve back from rushing into the room. “Wanda,” Bucky said, “form a shield. Tony, Clint, if you get a clean shot, fire. Peter, be ready to web up any escaping enemy. Steve, look at me.” Steve turned his face to his best friend. “Our priority is to get to Belle. This is the biggest room. She’ll probably be in the back. Ready?”

Steve nodded and put his shield in front of them. “Bucky?”

“We have this punk. We are going to get them back.”

Them.

His wife and his baby.

Wanda put her shield up and used her magic to open the door. Shots began to hit the shield as Tony flew in and fired at the HYDRA agents. A couple stumbled out as Clint disarmed them. After a minute, the shooting stopped and Steve entered, Bucky right behind. As an agent appeared, they were taken down. As smoke cleared, Steve saw her. Her violet eyes red rimmed, a hand on her throat. She gasped when she saw him, but the hand tightened, making her whimper.

“God, I love that sound,” Beck taunted. “Does she make that noise for you Captain? Bet I can make her do them louder and more often.”

Steve clenched his fist and jaw. “Let her go.”

“See, I can’t do that,” Beck shook his head. “I need her to build the HYDRA empire. Just needed 15 more minutes for all the results. I guess now, either you can watch her die or she can watch while I torture and kill you.”

“Would you really injure a woman who is pregnant?” Steve asked. He watched as Belle’s eyes widen. She thought back to her visit with Bruce. She thought it was just a bug, but Bruce wanted to make sure it wasn’t any side effects from her attempted kidnapping. She didn’t dream that she would be pregnant.

Beck’s eyes flamed with rage. “No, Sharon would have told me if you… the test will confirm…”

“You did a blood test but not a urine test,” Belle whispered. Beck grabbed her throat tighter, and Steve took a small step forward.

“Watch what you do Captain. I have no problem tearing her throat out. Sharon said you were waiting to have a family.” Beck snorted. “Knew I should have killed that bitch. She said you told her you were waiting for a family.”

It was Steve’s turn to snort. “I knew she had been spying. Glad all that false information she got from Devon was worth it.” Steve looked at his girl and smiled. “I knew she was up to something, my love.”

“God, I’m going to throw up,” Beck sneered. He drew his weapon and pressed the barrel against Belle’s temple. “You have two options Captain. Walk away, let me raise your baby to be the head of HYDRA or I kill your girl, your child and then you two.” He cocked the gun. “What do you say?”

“Neither of those things are going to happen,” Bucky growled. “Sweetheart, quando te lo dico, fai la cosa.”

Steve looked confused until he saw the resolve on Belle’s face. “Everything is going to be ok, sweet pea. I’m going to take you home, ok?”

“I love you, amore mio.”

“I love you, sweet pea.”

“Now!”

Belle rammed her elbow into Beck, causing him to loosen his hold on her and dropping the gun, setting it off. She pushed away from him and towards Steve as Steve threw his shield. He caught her just as the shield hit Beck in the chest. He doubled over and landed on his knees. Bucky aimed his rifle to his head. “Move and die.”

Belle sobbed as Steve held her to his chest. He couldn’t look away from Beck as he whispered words of comfort to his love. “I’ve got you baby. I’ll always come for you.” He looked at Bucky. Bucky nodded and Steve backed himself and Belle out of the room. He scoped her up in his arms, she threw her arms around his neck as the rest of the team flanked them. He covered her ears just in time. The shot echoed around them.

The HYDRA revolution had been neutralized.

“Steve?”

He looked down at Belle to see the blood billowing on her shirt. “No! NO!”

Belle felt the tears in her eyes pour over. She hadn’t felt the shot, but it seared through her body. “I’m sorry Steve. I’m sorry for running.”

“No, you’re gonna be fine.” He was running towards the jet, as Tony flew forward to get it started. “You and our little peanut are gonna be just fine.”

Belle wanted to believe him, but her eyes clouded. “I love you, Steve.”

“I love you but this is not goodbye. Belle? Keep your eyes open!”

“So tired, Stevie.” Her eyes slowly closed.

“Belle!”

“Isabella!”

“NO!”

Is this a bad time to mention that I am taking a few days off?

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theewokingdead · 1 year

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Hard Day

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Pairing: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x wife!Reader

Summary: Frankie has a bad day at work and reaches out to you.

Word Count: 1.8k+

Rating: Mature

Content: Frankie as a dad. Whump. Angst. Family fluff.

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

A/N: I was at the hospital yesterday for an appointment and parked near the helipad. As I was leaving, a helicopter was waiting to airlift a patient, and I caught myself thinking of Frankie as an EMS helicopter pilot. My brain decided to create whatever this is. Parenting is hard as fuck and, at times, heartbreaking. But, wow, can it be wonderful.

Masterlist

It’s only two in the afternoon, but you’re already one hundred percent done with today. Today has been hard…and that’s putting it nicely.

Everyone warned you about the sleepless nights of a newborn, the whiny stage of a baby that’s teething and wants to be mobile, the defiance and growing independence of a one-year-old, the big emotions and stubbornness of an eighteen-month-old, and the unpredictable force of fucking nature that is a toddler during the terrible twos. But no one – no one – ever warned you about whatever the fuck three is. Three has been making two seem like a walk in the park. It’s like raising a teenager – a “threenager,” as you’ve so kindly dubbed your daughter.

How can something so small be packed with so much attitude? And what made that attitude rear its ugly head today?

After a tough battle of wills, you finally manage to get little Luna to nap. The moment her bedroom door quietly seals shut behind you, a sigh escapes from somewhere deep inside you, your shoulders falling in defeat despite the momentary victory. Will it ever get easier?

Slowly, you trudge off toward the main bedroom. The toys on the floor and unfolded laundry sitting in baskets seem to leer at you as you walk along the hallway. There’s so much you need to do, but all you want to do is lay down and binge Netflix.

Before you fall into bed, you throw your phone onto your nightstand, grab the remote, and turn on the TV. Your body instantly becomes one with the mattress. The iconic “ta-dum” sound of Netflix gives you enough serotonin to not want to throw yourself off the roof. The show you selected loads, but suddenly your phone rings. Tossing your head back and closing your eyes, a groan of frustration escapes your lips. Somebody always needs something from you.

Inhaling deeply, mentally preparing yourself for the call, you grab the phone from your nightstand, briefly seeing a picture of your husband before you swipe to answer. Usually, you’re excited to receive a call from him while he’s at work, but right now, you just want a single minute alone.

“Hello?” you speak, a hint of annoyance in your voice.

The quiet at the other end of the line stretches on so long, you begin to wonder if you’ve been disconnected. You pull the phone away from your ear long enough to see the seconds of the call tick by, indicating the call is still connected.

Confusion mixes with your annoyance. Had he accidentally butt-dialed you?

“Frankie? You there?”

Another several seconds of silence follows before it’s broken by a breathy, “Yeah. I’m here.”

Immediately, you sense that something is off. Your frustration fades away, immediately replaced by fear. Your heart pounds as you push yourself up in bed with your free arm and swing your legs over the side.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” A stifled sob follows.

“What is it, baby?”

“Nothing.” His tone alone makes it clear that it’s not nothing. “Look, where, uh… Where’s Luna?”

“She’s sleeping,” you respond. “She’s been refusing a nap all afternoon, but I finally just got her down. She wanted you.”

You’re met with a silence so thick over the phone line that you swear you can hear its density. Finally, you hear a sharp intake of breath followed by a sob.

You listen helplessly, tears pooling in your own eyes as his anguish becomes yours, despite not knowing the cause.

“Frankie, sweetheart,” you gently press. “What is it? Talk to me. Please.”

He sniffles, sounding as though he’s trying to collect himself. “A bad call. That’s all. I…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you.”

As a former Delta Force operator and current EMS helicopter pilot, Frankie has seen plenty of things. Very few things unnerve him. Though you feel he simply bottles up his feelings, he can effectively desensitize and compartmentalize them. He rarely goes into details about the difficult calls and patients he deals with, wanting to leave the stresses of his job at the door. But sometimes, it’s impossible to keep his work from bleeding into his personal life.

“No. No, you can always call me,” you assure him. “Please. Let me help you.”

“There was an accident,” Frankie responds after more silence, his voice small and shaky. “A little girl, no older than Luna…”

“Oh, Frankie…,” you coo, your heart breaking for him as you understand.

“I flew as fast as I could, but I don’t think they’ll be able to save her.”

More tears well up in your eyes, your heart swelling with grief. You wish you could hug him through the phone. “I’m sorry,” you say, knowing the words mean next to nothing, but you don’t know what else to say. “It isn’t your fault. You did what you could.”

“She’s just a kid.”

“I know,” you whisper, silent tears slipping down your cheek.

“I can’t stop seeing her face, her little body on that stretcher,” Frankie admits. “And I can’t stop thinking…what if it was Luna?”

“Frankie…” You pause, biting your lip to keep it from quivering, trying to keep yourself from falling apart. “It wasn’t her. It won’t be her. Luna’s okay. She’s safe. She’s sleeping soundly in her room dreaming of all the ways she can wreak havoc on our lives when she wakes up.”

A short, brittle laugh fills your ear.

“I can’t promise that bad things won’t happen,” you continue. “I wish we could wrap her up in a bubble and keep her safe from harm, but we can’t. We can’t control everything in life, even when we think we can. But the things we do control… Baby, you’re nailing it. Luna is happy and healthy and thriving.”

“I can’t take all the credit for that,” Frankie breaths, causing you to smile softly with pride.

Looking to your nightstand, you search for the right words to say. Your eyes fall on a framed picture of you and Frankie snuggling a newborn Luna.

“Do you remember what you told me when we first brought her home from the hospital?” you question. “When I kept hovering over her bassinet every five seconds, checking that she was still breathing?”

Frankie chuckles, seeming to remember the moment. “That you were going to smother her with love before she’d ever get the chance to try to smother herself with something else?”

You giggle softly. “No, not that part. What you said after that. You told me to take a deep breath and just trust that everything will be okay, that I had done what I could to make things safe for her, and that everything else was out of our hands. Then you said that if things are ever not okay, we’d have each other to get through it, that we would help each other make everything okay again.”

“Damn,” Frankie replies, sounding as though he’s feigning shock, a hint of a smile in his voice. “That sounds like some quality Morales morale boosting.”

His response brings another smile to your face.

“You should really try practicing what you preach, Francisco,” you jest.

His chuckle is followed by a deep breath and audible exhale. “I know, baby. Sometimes I need a little reminding.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

“I’d be lost without you,” Frankie admits, as he has done so many times in the past. “Mi estrella de norte.”

You beam at the sound of your nickname, having been dubbed his “North Star” so long ago, early on in your relationship.

“I’ll wake Luna so you can say hi,” you say, breaking the silence that fell between the two of you.

“No,” Frankie says, stopping you before you can rise to your feet. “Let her sleep. I gotta go anyway.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’ll be home in a few hours. Give her a kiss from me though? Tell her I love her.”

“I will.”

“I love you too, baby. So damn much.”

“I love you.”

“See you when I get home.”

You force a small that Frankie can’t see, trying to keep yourself together more so than him. “See you.”

With that, you remove the phone from your ear and tap the red button, ending the call. You sit on the edge of your bed, clutching your phone. Alone, you let the tears fall from your eyes. You try to breath, but only jerky, quiet sobs come out.

Today was a hard day…but at least you still have tomorrow.

Hours later, you’re sitting at the kitchen table with Luna, pretending to be a customer at a restaurant while she makes pretend food. There’s nothing more appetizing than smashed-up Play-Doh of various colors mixed with crumbs still on the table from lunch. And is that hair? Yum.

“Nom, nom, nom,” you exaggerate, turning your head and pretending to stuff the Play-Doh pizza she insisted you eat in your mouth, hiding it in your hand after it seems to disappear inside you. “Mmm.” You theatrically rub your belly. “That was the best pizza!”

“Mommy!” Luna squeals through giggles. “You don’t really eat it!”

Her laughter puts the brightest smile on your face.

You don’t hear the front door unlock and open. Luna is the first to catch sight of her father, leaping out of her chair screaming, “Daddy!” while running to meet him.

“Lunita!” Frankie exclaims, matching her enthusiasm. He drops down, arms wide open, allowing her to run into his arms.

The little girl flings her arms around her father’s neck. A large palm urges her cheek to rest against his shoulder, the other holding her tightly against him. He cradles her head, closing his eyes to savor the moment. Frankie holds on, seeming as though he’s never going to let go.

You watch from several feet away, standing with one arm hugging your body, a hand covering your mouth as you fight the urge to break out in sobs.

After what seems like a long time, Frankie opens his eyes and looks up at you, his eyes soft and shining with tears. You offer him a small smile, looking at him through blurred vision.

“Daddy!” Luna proclaims, letting go of his neck and pushing herself back to look at him, stealing his attention from you. “I made pizza. Wanna try?”

“Pizza?!” Frankie questions.

“Yeah! Come try it.”

“Alright, bebita, I’ll try your pizza. But let me see your mama first.”

“Okay,” the little girl grumbles.

Frankie raises to his feet, looking from the little girl to you. Your eyes remain locked as he slowly strides across the room to you, where he pulls you into his arms. Slipping your arms around his torso, you lay a cheek onto his chest, clinging to him. You can’t help but feel safe.

“You okay?” you question.

Frankie breathes in deeply, his chest rising and falling as he exhales. “I am now.”

“Daddy!" Luna's voice rings, interrupting the moment. "I wanna hug Mama too!”

The two of you chuckle, knowing your daughter never likes being left out. After breaking apart, you scoop the little girl into your arms, allowing her to hug you as Frankie envelops you both.

Today was a hard day, but you wouldn’t change a thing.

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separatist-apologist · 1 year

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Adding to the discord of how sjm handles deaths, another factor that make them “dumb” is that sjm always kills someone major at the ending of the book only to bring them back again with magic. Feyre dies TWICE, both in acotar and acosf. Rhysand dies and comes back. Amren dies and comes back. Like girl, why waste time killing them then?

And to me her worldbuilding ends up inconsistent because you have a way to bring people from the death, proven FOUR times already, but you don’t have a safe C sections for winged babies? (This one makes me mad ngl)

I have to just pretend the baby plot does not exist in order to keep going. I have kids, and I sometimes wonder if people truly appreciate the literal nightmare scenario that was presented.

I think for me, it's the constant brutalization of Feyre that feels uncomfortable. There was no reason Feyre had to go through it, and across every book, the consistent theme is Feyre's suffering, often caused by the men in her life who are never truly held accountable for their actions (both in narrative AND by the fandom).

I have long wondered SJM's personal beliefs because I think they do heavily influence the way she writes and the messages she imparts. The High Lords can resurrect people through the power of their combined friendship rings. And Amren tells us in ACOSF that the fae will fuck anything.

And no one has ever had to deal with a winged baby coming out of a narrow pelvis. I just- that plot line makes me feel sick. It turns me into an anti. Feyre didn't deserve it and between you and me, I am literally so fucking tired of the "ancient man who acts like a 17 year old high school drop out knows whats best for his child bride and therefore gets to make all the decisions for her regardless of her own autonomy/reasonable requests/wishes to not see him."

They ALL do it. Rhys is endlessly lying to Feyre (in order to keep secrets from the readers, but it gives the impression he does not respect her). Cassian gets to take Nesta on a nightmare hike because he knows what's best. Azriel gets to go around Elain and veto her decision to help find the trove even after she says she wants to do it/spare Nesta having to do it again.

And the fandom will do absolute backflips on why these men get to act like this. Why it's actually okay, that its mate behavior (kill me actually?), that they aren't invalidating their choices (they absolutely are, across the board) and its so deeply problematic to me. People will talk about the absolute girl power/boss bitch feminism of these books and then refuse to engage critically with the source material and ask "oh shit actually what are these books actually saying?"

These books are mid, full stop. It's absolutely fine to enjoy them, lord knows I do. But I do wish when we were having conversations about like, why Feyre couldn't have a safe pregnancy, it didn't devolve into "stans are fucking stupid" as if these books weren't intentionally written/edited/marketed and then produced. Like choices weren't made narratively, and what those choices are saying. In a society where a good portion of the US was stripped of their right to bodily autonomy, things like a man deciding his wife doesn't need to know the baby living inside her is going to kill her is too close to home for a lot of people.

I can't stay on topic today and I'm sorry. But that pregnancy plotline and the abuse of the women in the books bothers me a lot.

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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Hold Me

Summary: You comfort Andy while he’s dealing with a very difficult case.

Warnings: Light Angst, Distressed Andy Barber, Supportive Reader, Cursing, Cuddles, Pet Names, Dark themes, Mentions of Abuse of Children, Violence, Death, Minors DNI

A/N: So, there was a reader who requested that I write about Reader and Andy cuddling. This fic has some dark things, based on what Andy is dealing with. Abuse of children is mentioned. Including rape and death. Please heed the warning. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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“Baby?” You hear your husband call out. “Y/N, where are you?” Oh, he was home a little earlier than normal.

“I’m upstairs, Andy!” You were in the middle of folding laundry and putting it away. And then you hear him climb the stairs. It was rather hard to miss the sound of his heavy footsteps.

“Hi, honey!” You eagerly greet him. “How are -?

You’re forced to pause when you notice the look in his eyes. They look…haunted. Something was wrong here.

“Andy, are you…are you okay?”

Your man just looks at you. And then you see his eyes well up with tears.

No, he was not okay. Clearly.

You go to him. Your hands immediately wrapping themselves around his trim waist.

“What is it, baby? What is it?” You rarely ever saw him like this.

He just shakes his head and buries his face into your shoulder. One of your hands goes to rub his back, gently stroking. “Okay, you don’t have to talk about it now. But at least tell me what you need. Can you do that for me? Can you tell me what you need?”

“Just hold me.” He whispers. “Please.”

“You’ve got it, honey.” You take his big hand and lead him towards the bed. “Take off your shirt.” You tell him as you do the same before climbing in. “Come here.” You hold your arms out to him.

Andy does as you ask, quickly removing his light blue button down shirt before climbing into bed and under the covers with you. Once he’s in, he inches down to rest his head on your belly, one of his hands resting on your hip.

You run your fingers through his tawny locks, letting your nails softly scratch his scalp.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong, Andy?”

“In a moment.” He mumbles. “In a moment.” You nod, keeping your hand in his hair. Your Big Man needed you right now.

After a few moments he begins to talk. His voice is low and solemn.

“It’s this case I’m working on, Y/N. It’s this fucking case.” He whispers against the warm skin of your stomach. “Honey, it’s awful. And it’s not that I haven’t dealt with awful before, but…” Andy trails off.

“But what, Andrew?”

“This case is evil in its purest form.” He murmurs, his hand gripping you tightly.

Your hand goes down to massage his tense neck. “Can you tell me about it? Or is that too hard?”

“I had to look at evidence photos today. This man…this man he -” Andy takes a deep breath. “He’s been charged with raping and sodomizing five children. Four boys and one girl, and the youngest was three-years-old. The same age as Bianca. As our BiBi.”

Oh, Jesus Christ.

“The things he did to them. The way he hurt them. Having to look at those photos…baby, he beat them. The images were graphic.” You feel wet tears on your skin.

“And don’t get me wrong. I’m going to make sure I put his ass away for fucking life. I’m going to make sure I find the roughest, most brutal correctional institute to send him to…but today I wanted to kill him. I wanted to take him out back and beat the shit out of him until he stopped breathing.”

Another deep breath.

“Because all I could think about was Bianca. The way he hurt that little girl especially…”

“Andy, baby.” You coo at him. “Andy, I’m so sorry.”

“Y/N, it was horrible. And nothing I ever see as the District Attorney is ever good. It’s never nice. But sometimes it takes a fucking toll, you know? And today, all I could think about was getting home to my wife and my child.”

Andy snuggles even deeper into you. “My baby.” He murmurs. “That could’ve just as easily been my BiBi.”

You go to rub his back. “This is all horrible, Andy. And I’m sorry that this is part of your job. But you’re going to win this one. And you’re going to put this piece of shit away so he can’t harm anyone else ever again. And we both know that once other prisoners find out about his crimes, about what he did, he’ll have a price on his head.”

“I know, but even with victories sometimes comes pain. One of the little boys didn’t make it.” He starts to weep then. It’s quiet and soft.

“Come up here,” you whisper. “Come up here to my chest, my love.” Your man complies, nestling his face into your shoulder. “Today was hard, but it’s over now, Big Man. Tomorrow is a new day. And it’s going to be better. I don’t know how, but I believe that it will be.” You tell him as you wrap your arms around his big body.

Right now, your husband needed comfort. And your heart hurt for him.

“When you’re through, Andy, this man will never be able to touch another child again. Let alone our daughter. You’re doing the right work, and sometimes the right work is painful. But I’m here with you. I’ve got you the way you’ve always got me. So just rest for a moment, my sweet man. Just rest. And then when you wake up, I’ll feed you. We’ve got steak sandwiches downstairs.”

You feel his eyes flutter closed.

“But right now I want you to rest and throw away the crap from today. And I’ll hold you while you do it, because even Daddies need to be held sometimes too.”

“Thank you.” His deep voice rumbles against your chest. “And I’m sorry.”

You sigh. “Do not ever be sorry about telling me how you feel, or what you’re going through. This is what your wife is here for. I’m here to help hold you up when you feel like falling down. And I’m not as big as you, so sometimes we might end up taking a knee, but we’ll do it together.”

You feel his breathing even out as he begins to fall asleep. Good. “I will always hold you down, Andrew Barber. You have my word on that.” You whisper into his ear.

“Always.”

END

#cevansbrat0007growing pains series #Cevansbrat0007 fic #Chris Evans #andy barber #chris evans x black!reader #andy barber x black reader #chris evans woc!reader #andy barber x woc!reader #chris evans imagines #andy barber imagines #chris evans fanfic #andy barber fanfic #bianca barber

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peachymilkandcream · 7 months

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How Levi Would React To Evelyn Being Pregnant

(A/N: I felt we needed some headcanons and while it's still Levi, it's still dark, this is a tad bit lighter and maybe with an ounce of fluff, but as always read the warnings below)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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When Evelyn first tells him he is overcome with joy but refuses to let her see it. This isn't a shock since he's insured they've had unprotected sex since they got married. He can't show any kind of weakness even to her, so he'll act cold and nonchalant.

This is all he's wanted in life aside from being married to her, so despite Evelyn's obvious grief in being pregnant by her abuser he will try and lift her mood for the baby's sake by gaslighting her into thinking she wants this just as much as him.

This child is his legacy, just like he tries to mold his wife into perfection the same can be said of his child, from conception to death Levi's already planned out the baby's life in detail.

Levi will hire a personal physician to take care of Evelyn, although it always has to be a woman and he always has to be present. Just because she's pregnant doesn't mean Levi lets his guard down.

Being pregnant has its advantages to Evelyn as well, unless it's the occasional slap across the face, all beating stop to make sure the child isn't harmed, the same can be said of rough sex. Although he doesn't stop it entirely and never will.

In those nine months Levi becomes somewhat of a loving husband, caring for her, not letting her lift a finger, allowing her to feel like she's more in control than she is.

Once she starts to have trouble walking due to her size Levi will order immediate bed rest until the baby is born for both of their wellbeing. Any opposition to this will be noted however for future punishments.

He becomes obsessed and fascinated with how her body changes, as someone with a breeding kink this all plays in. Her breast size increase is his favourite although he's not sure how he feels about even his own child sharing them with him.

He tries to learn everything he can about babies, he wants to be an active role in taking care of the child even though he still believes that's her job. He simply wants to make sure the child bonds with him more than her.

In all he's almost a different man when she's pregnant, it makes her wonder if staying pregnant is the best option for her.

#attack on titan #break me slowly #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x oc #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader

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evita-shelby · 2 years

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I love your writing!!! I was hoping you'd write my request about Luca comforting your character Eva after a miscarriage?? If you are comfortable writing something like this that is. If not it's ok too. Tyia!

The empty nursery

Cw: miscarriage, loss of a child, grief

Gif by @twvstedsouls

“I was thinking Felicidad if it’s a girl.” The witch put a ring on a necklace and held it over her belly.

She was barely showing and already she had begun making plans.

“Could be a boy you know.” He wants to stay and indulge her, but he doesn’t want the risk of running late again.

While the company was mostly a front, her family was putting great effort into making it a real company.

“Have you seen my wedding ring, tesoro?” It isn’t where he always leaves it at night, not put away with the rest of their things and he isn’t surprised to see it dangling over her belly.

“Yes. Its doing something important right now.” She answered as she offered the necklace to him. “Would you do the honors, Luca?”

“You will make me late to work again.” He says as he comes to sit on the bed and takes the necklace from her.

“If it moves in circles, it’s a girl, if it moves back and forth it’s a boy.” Eva explained as they waited for the ring to move.

It moves slightly and moves back and forth.

A boy.

“Leonardo.” He says surprising her. Most men would name their sons after themselves, but Luca isn’t most men.

In six months, he would be a father.

In six months, he would have to update his will to include his newborn son.

Leonardo Changretta Smith, two last names as it’s custom in Mexico.

“Lucky bastard, a boy on the first try.” Matteo had two daughters before Stefania finally gave him little Alessandro last year.

The telephone in his office begins to ring and he hopes whatever it is will be quick.

“Is this the office of Mr. Luca Changretta?” the calm and steady voice asks and instantly her knows it is unwelcome news, the only time a nurse calls you is for bad news.

“Yes, this is he. How can I be of service to you?” Luca asks hoping they won’t try to distract him with small talk.

“Your wife, Mrs. Changretta suffered a fall today and had to be admitted to our hospital---” the nurse begins, and he cuts her off.

“Which hospital?” he demands and signals for Matteo to take over for today.

Luca can’t seem to get there fast enough; he is still running when he is being shown to her in the room they had her in.

“What happened to her, is she hurt?” he asks the doctor waiting for him outside the door.

“She fainted, a simple fainting spell, but I am afraid there was nothing we could do to save the baby.” The doctor answered almost as if he could understand the pain these words brought. “I am very sorry for your loss, sir.”

Eva had lost their child.

Just this morning they had discovered they would have a son, a son they had named and loved even before he was born and now, he would never be.

“Does she know?” he is not prone to emotion, but Luca can’t help but choke on the words.

Eva stares at the windows and refuses to even look at him. Not when he moves the chair as close to her bed as can, not when he pressed a kiss to the side of her temple and not when he takes her hand in his to comfort her.

“I’m sorry, Evuccia, will have more, I promise you.” He said softly.

She hid it well, but he could feel her grief.

She never cries loudly; Eva barely cries at all. Got used to hiding her sorrow so much, her own body has forgotten how it works.

“But we will never have him.”

She comes home the next day, but she is not the same woman he left after breakfast yesterday.

Yesterday she had been filled with life and now she is empty.

Yesterday she had seen her little Leo fit in the hand of the midwives as her body expelled him from inside her.

Yesterday she had set out to begin decorating a nursery for the perfect baby boy she’d have.

Eva had already chosen the theme, how she would remodel the room and find a way to get a skilled woodworker to make a toy ship like the one she used to have as a girl.

And now that will never happen.

She could have a thousand little boys with Luca’s eyes and smile, but they will never be Leonardo. She will never be able to hold him or see him grow or hear his first laugh.

Eventually the bleeding stops and her body has seemed to have healed, but her heart hasn’t.

Days turns to months and Eva hates how people want her to try again because somehow that will make it better.

Eva hates the pity and those stupid sayings like God wanted another angel. She hates that women aren’t supposed to even acknowledge their pain because you weren’t supposed to be so attached to something not yet born.

Luca had made it worse by having the housekeeper just lock up the empty nursery so she won’t have to see it.

Easier to move on if you can’t see it.

But that isn’t her way, her way is to be confronted with it, to know it happened and to live with it.

This morning Eva steels herself and goes into the nursery.

It’s empty, with only a few dressers and the half-assembled crib that had arrived that day.

Even in its emptiness it hurt her like knife to her heart.

Eva falls to her knees and for the first time in ages, lets herself grieve.

“It wasn’t your fault, Evuccia,” she doesn’t hear or feel him come in ,its only when he comes and holds her on the dusty rug as she cries . “These accidents happen.”

Eventually it will pass, she knows this, there will be good days and bad ones, but it will pass.

Eventually they will have their happiness back.

#eva smith shelby #luca changretta x eva smith #luca changretta x oc #luca changretta

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ghxstic · 2 years

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Dw i got you. Go ship your moots 💜

AHH AYAYAYA ITS FINALLY MY TURNNN <333

okay so, i tried to add everyone ! ! i even went through my following, but if i left anyone out its bc i forgot if we were actually moots or if it was just me that followed you, if that makes sense ! anyway, let's move on <33

@getou2001 is shipped with . .

. . . YAE MIKO : MIKO ? ? cmon, ik you love her i can't just leave her out. you love visiting her shrine :(( she makes sure her schedule it cleared just for you :(( n she always leaves you shaky n such a mess, she loves seeing her little bunny all messy for her ♡

@emomanswhore is shipped with . .

. . . ALUCARD : cmon your acc is LITERALLY themes after the vampire king, it would be a crime if i didn't add him >:(( anyway ! he's enamored by you baby ! ! his pretty little bride, the only woman he loves and adores ♡

@touyyes is shipped with . .

. . . TOJI : i was gonna say leon, but since i have v v little knowledge abt him i settled for toji, ANYWAY we know you love him babes, we also know you wanna suck on his tits and that's okay ! ! he let's you 🤭

@luvbladez is shipped with . .

. . . JASON TODD & DILUC : again, i know nothing abt jason todd, but he is p hot so like ;)) but ! ! i do know abt sir diluc ! ! hes so sweet, he makes breakfast in bed for you and loves holding your hand as a quiet way to show he loves you as well as a small reassurance for him that you're with him, safe and by his side ♡

@muzans is shipped with . .

. . . MUZAN : i mean its pretty obvious 🤭 BUT STILL, hes so rude and condescending to everyone around him BUT you, you're the only person that gets to see a more sweeter side of him <33 he can be a bit mean though, but you just have to have some thick skin ! !

@munsonsins is shipped with . .

. . . EDDIE MUNSON : AHH i just think you two would be so cute, he'd play his guitar for you :(( ramble abt his lil nerdy interests and you'd be so glad to listen and even shared your own interests ! ! you're one of the first people that saw past the whole " freak " thing and he will forever cherish you being in his life :(( absolutely adores you bae ♡

@getoswhore is shipped with . .

. . . GETOU : i was gonna say gojo just for shits n giggles but i bullied myself out of it 🗯 either way, idk how you did it but you have that man in a CHOKEHOLD, idc he worships the ground you walk on <33 you're like his treasure and he won't be afraid to show you off to let people know the absolute PACKAGE he bagged. i mean, you're meant to flourish, not to be hidden away, right ?

@divilyn is shipped with . .

. . . DOTTORE : you love a mad scientist ? you probably love the thrill don't you ? if he ever had to do an experiment you'd probs volunteer 🤭 but fr you two would probably be an evil power couple, oh he has to burn down a tree in sumeru ? no worries you're right there at his side holding a pair of matches <33 he loves his evil ( sleepy ) wife ♡

@akazxii is shipped with . .

. . . XIAO & MIKEY : UGHH xiao will protect you no MATTER the cost, he will never rest well if he doesn't know that you're safe, and if you're in a situation where you're not safe and sound he will go to the ends of the earth to make sure to get back to him safely and unharmed :((( as for mikey ? im gonna be fr i haven't really caught up w tr but in a more domestic situation, he just likes having you around, yk ? he enjoys your company more than anything and you always seem to keep him grounded ♡

@obitohno is shipped with . .

. . . GOJO : listen, i was gonna say obito but i dont read or watch naruto so i wouldn't know what you write abt LOL i was ALSO gonna say getou but idk ? ! anyway, you're like a mediator, we all know gojo as very eccentric and hyper and you just seem more collected and calm, you just keep him at level, in a good way ofc ! you probs love clinging his arm while by his side :(( n he ofc let's you, you're so warm n you look so cute how can he resist you ? ♡

@snake-titan is shipped with . .

. . . NANAMI : AHH YOU TWO ARE SO CUTE ? ! you probably wake up and make him coffee in the morning and he wakes up as you pour him a cup. he comes up behind you wrapping one arm over your waist and placing a kiss on your temple :((( he just adores you.. n he gets you flowers every week after work n they always have a small note where he says he loves you.. :((( ♡

@angelover is shipped with . .

. . . ZHONGLI : osmanthus wine.... zhongli is very old school, okay ? does he get you flowers every week ? yes, does he take you out to date every friday evening ? yes. he talks to you so sweetly, everytime he says he loves you he says it in such a poetic way, he's so raw about his adoration to you it's amazing. everyone that knows him knows about you too, he talks about you to everyone, if he sees something that reminds him of you while out with someone else hes like " my lover would love this :) "

@httphaitani is shipped with . .

. . . ILLUMI : idk HOW you did it, how you got this man to fall for you, but you did it. you should be given an award for it ;))) IDK WHY. but i can see you styling his hair, so he can de-stress, yk ? you just sit behind him, gently brushing his long silky hair, rambling about your day and he just listens ? ? his muscles relax and he just loves having you there :((( he's not big on pda, but he will hold your hand if it makes you happy as well as placing small gentle kisses on your cheek to make you happy, he does everything to make you smile :(( ♡

@sailewhoremoon is shipped with . .

. . . SANZU : I HAD TO SETTLE OLAY. ik you're sasuke's gf but idk shit abt naruto so if this is a reach and completely wrong just.. ignore this 🚶🏻‍♀️ ANYWAYYY hes such a hot mess, but hes so clingyyy. he loves having you sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped around you and keeping you close, he probably kisses your neck too while hes at it ♡

@venioa is shipped with . .

. . . CHOSO : hes so.. big.. <33 scary dog privilege all the way ! ! but in between you n him, hes more like a lost puppy <33 he loves holding you close to his chest, feeling your body warmth just keeps him at ease :(( ackkk you two are the cutest i can't :(( ♡

@kentoberry is shipped with . .

. . . AYATO : you two are the power couple of inuzuma, its literally canon, im hoyoverse. he walks around the city with his hands intertwined with yours, not afraid to show you off. everyone that sees you wish they had a relationship like yours <33 he's just the type to cherish his pretty little wife, always putting you first, hes the type to be like " excuse me, do you have (fav food) ? it's my wife's favorite. " and he says it all with a (shit-eating) smile ♡

#✦ ִֶָ ࣪ nymph's love mail ! !#AHH I LOVED DOING THISSS #i hope that my ships were AT LEAST a bit accurate #n i hope you guys enjoyed ! ! :)))

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wheelercore · 5 months

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Thinking about the popular anti-christ movies and the names of the mothers involved. With all the mentions of the "spawn of satan" in st im surprised that The Devils Advocate is the only movie on the inspo board and not Rosemarys Baby or The Omen. But The Changeling isnt on the inspo board either and the Creel home is FULL of references to it.

I think the Changeling plays into the concept of the anti christ in The Omen very well, and there might have been a Rosemarys Baby reference in The Changeling as well but its a bit of a stretch. Both The Changeling and The Omen tell a story that starts with two boys being switched- one is an orphan ("Edward"?) and one is a boy born to a "normal" family (Henry?). In the Omen, the orphan boy is the Antichrist, the spawn of satan (read that with Victors voice). The Changeling doesn't have those sort of antichrist connotations but i do think this possible reference to Rosemarys Baby is interesting:

(both find a secret passage to secret room in their new home behind shelves leading them towards the child they are trying to find)

All this switching talk makes me think of Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) which directly references switching lives/places with someone else... which is an interesting choice of song for s4

But also the concept of children not being born evil and that the caretakers of the children should look in the mirror at themselves is very strong in ST. Its also something that stuck in the back of my mind while watching The Omen, how this little 5 year old boy is hated and looked down upon by his caretakers while just... acting like a emotionally distressed 5 year old boy ("she always hated me"). I understand with the context he is the AntiChrist(tm) but st always subverts.

Regardless, I find it very interesting the name of the mothers on these movies and possible references in ST:

In The Devils Advocate, there is Alice Lomax, who slept with John Milton (Satan) once as a young girl and had Kevin Lomax (the son of Satan). She is a very christian woman.

In the Indianapolis Gazette, Edward's mother's name is Alice.

The funny thing is that the antichrist isnt Kevin in this movie but Kevin's prospective son that Milton wanted him to have with his half sister (🤮).

In The Omen, Damien's (lil antichrist kid) mother was a jackal buried under the name Maria Scianna, which translates to Mary of the Shadows, which makes sense given the whole "dark version of the virgin mary" thing going on here. Similar to Rosemary Woodhouse in Rosemary's Baby and Mary-Ann (Kevin's wife), who had a shitton of RB references attatched to her.

Rosemary Woodhouse brings me to Robin Rose Weaver and Nancy Ruth Walker, both having the exact same intials as RB, with Robins hair actually styled to look like a combination of s2/3 Karen and Virginia (Karens bangs and Virginias bob) with the charactersitic pink-white-blue color scheme of female conformity mostly associated with mothers

With Robyn even saying that shes looks like shes coming from an Easter brunch, which again more Christian mom subtext. Not only that but Christian mom subtext visiting a psychiatric hospital re: Virginia in the show planning to have Henry sent away to Brenner, Karen promising to not let Mike go at the end of s4, but also Billys mom with the big rose on her shirt abandoning him.

Which is a common theme amongst some of the movies above- mothers rejecting their son, upon finding out that they are "evil". The final lines of Rosemarys Baby:

You're trying to get me to be his mother

Also The Omen:

(therapist talking about Kathy, Damien's adoptive mother who doesn't know that he's not actually her biological son)

Which, I know I've mentioned this a gazillion times, but why does the rose-y urn that has been in the Wheeler home suddenly change during the earthquake in s4? Why is the Wheeler home full of references/callbacks to the stuff in the Creel home in Henrys unreliable memories, which is seemingly different to when the gang actually visit it in the show (different wallpaper, missing doorway, etc)?

#me and the wheeler conspiracy gals (just me)#my dedication to the craft has only increased with tfs. i'm right. i am right.#rosegate-ish #the omen x st #the changeling x st #rosemarys baby x st #the devils advocate x st

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andydrysdalerogers · 4 months

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Yours Submissively ~ Consequences

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: I was guilt tripped into posting this. For the record, I wasn't going to abandon you on the last part. But after this post, we have just four parts left. Eek!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Banners by me!

Previous: Devious

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Four months later…

Steve walked down to the cells, lost in thought. He looked tired, deep in his emotions. Dressed in all black as he had been for months, he brought down a small package with him, a gift for an old friend. As he walked through the empty cells, he thought back through his life. How one person changed his life. As he approached the final cell, he sighed. “Hello Sharon.”

“Steve! I didn’t think you would visit me.” Sharon Carter looked dirty, tired, her blonde hair dull and flat. She had been in the cell for four months, stood trial and found guilty of treason and attempted murder. She had planned Belle’s demise and now she would pay for it tomorrow with her life.

Beck had left details of his plans and the players, all but sealing their fate when they were captured. It was the little solace that Steve found that justice had somewhat been served. This was the final piece. This person, not even a woman, had ended his hopes of a peaceful life. “I brought you something.”

“A present for my execution. How curious.” Sharon looked at the man she loved with sorrow. He was in pain, mourning. “I could help you feel good,” she said with a sly smile.

“Only my wife could do that,” Steve snarled at her. “You are getting what you deserve.”

“I wouldn’t have done it if I knew she was pregnant Steve.”

“You’re a liar! You wanted Belle gone!”

“I loved you!”

“And I hate you,” he growled. He threw the box through the slot in the glass.

“What is it?”

“Open it and see.” He stood in front of her, arms crossed.

Sharon opened the box carefully. She looked in saw a blue cloth. She pulled it out. It was a blue onesie. A tear formed in her eye when she spotted the pink color in the box. Another onesie. “Steve, I am…”

“Save it!” Steve thought back to the day his life was turned upside down…

He jumped onto the jet with Belle and he and Bucky immediately started pressure on her as Tony flew, Wanda started IVs. Peter, Nat, Sam and Clint stayed behind to gather intel and clear the scene. As soon as the gauze was in place, Steve held Belle’s hand and the other on her belly. “Please baby, please, don’t leave me,” he wept.

“Two minutes Cap,” Tony called out. “Where is she shot?”

“The abdomen,” Bucky called back. “Its slowing but I don’t know about…” he trailed off.

“I love you,” Steve whispered to Belle, kissing her knuckles. “I need you. I need our family, baby please, just stay alive.”

Tony landed the jet at the hospital and Steve picked up Belle and ran her in. “Please help, my wife, she’s pregnant and she’s been shot. Please.” The doctors and nurses ran forward with a gurney and started to run her back. Steve made to follow but a nurse stopped him.

“We need to work on your wife. Please wait here.”

“Please, just do whatever you need to save them.”

“We’ll do everything we can.” She turned to run after the gurney and Steve felt Bucky and Tony’s hands on his shoulders. His shoulders shagged and he began to sob. The guys moved him to the chairs to wait. Steve became quiet, staring at a spot on the floor. Time felt like it was moving so slow. The rest of the team showed up, sitting around. Tony began to pace as Pepper brought in coffee and snacks.

“Captain Rogers?”

Steve’s head snapped up to look at a tired looking doctor. He stood up with Bucky right next to him. “Belle?”

“Mrs. Rogers lost a significant amount of blood. The bullet entered her side and nicked her liver. We stopped the bleeding but luckily the liver is regenerative, and she will make a full recovery.” Bucky sagged and clapped his back. The rest of the team exhaled but Steve needed one more piece of information.

“And the baby?”

“Your babies are perfect. The amniotic sac was not affected at all since she is only eight or so weeks pregnant.”

Steve looked at the doctor, his face shocked. “Babies?”

“Oh.” The doctor looked embarrassed. “I assumed you were aware. Yes, twins. Your wife is carrying twins. As I said, she’s between eight to nine weeks. They have strong heartbeats and are perfect for their age.” The doctor smiles. “She is still unconscious after the emergency surgery but if you would like to see her, I can take you up?”

“Yes, yes please.” Steve headed to follow the doctor but turned. “Buck?”

“Yeah, I’m right behind you.”

Steve looked at the team. “Thank you, guys.”

“We’ll be here Steve,” Sam said. The team nodded and Steve and Bucky followed the doctor.

“Captain, because of the blood loss it may take some time for Mrs. Rogers to come around. We checked for any injuries to her head to be sure, but we didn’t see any. Her body may just need time to recover from the shock. We have her hooked up to monitors and two fetal monitors, one for each baby so don’t be alarms by the amount of equipment.”

“But she’ll be ok?”

“Yes, like I stated, we expect her to make a full recovery. My recommendation is to relax, hold her hand and talk to her. We’ll keep checking on her until she is awake and discharged.”

“Thank you doctor.”

“Ok, right in here.” He pointed to a door and Steve walked in. Belle looked smaller than normal in the bed. She skin was pale, a startling contrast to her black hair. She looked peaceful except for the noises of the monitors. But what truly shocked him with the twin heartbeats coming from the fetal monitors.

Steve froze. The sounds stunned him. His babies, his children, were real and alive inside of their momma. Bucky nudged him forward and Steve took shaky steps towards the bed. He pulled a chair close and took Belle’s hand. “I’m here, sweet pea.” He kissed it gently. “We’re all here waiting for you to wake up. I love you. I love you all so much and you are going to be so surprise.”

Bucky came to the other side. “Hey sweetheart. You rest ok. You’re growing my nieces or nephews.”

“God Buck. Two of them.”

“I know punk. I can’t believe it.”

Steve kept vigil at Belle’s bedside for the next twenty-four hours. Her heartbeat got stronger with time. The team rotated in with Steve with Nat and Bucky finally convincing him to change out of his suit and shower in the ensuite. As the warm water ran over his body, Steve took the moment lose himself in his feelings. He almost lost her. He almost ruined the best thing in his life. He almost lost his children. He grew angry, thinking of the people who tried to take her away. He climbed out of the shower and dressed. He walked out to see Sam and Bucky sitting by Belle’s head. “Any updates?”

“Vision has Sharon in a cell in the tower. I took all we found there for FRIDAY to analyze,” Sam replied.

“They also have Lila there as well,” Bucky said with a hard voice. “Tony and Nat will begin their interrogation of her within the hour.”

“Bucky, I’m sorry about Lila.”

“Don’t be. She used me and my love for her to take my best friend. I can’t forgive that.”

Steve pulled Bucky in for a hug and held his best friend as he finally let some emotion shows. They talked quietly, with Steve never letting go of Belle’s hand. A couple of hours later, Steve was leaning against the bed when he felt a movement in his hand. He blinked his eyes open and looked at Belle. Her violet eyes open, still struggling but open. “Hi.”

He cuts Sharon off. “Jealous should be the word that comes out of your mouth.” Steve smirked at her. “Belle is having twins. My boy and my girl.” He leaned forward to the glass. “What? You think she died in that attack?”

Sharon blinked. They never mentioned Belle’s status during the trial. She just assumed she was dead. Sharon began screaming in rage, slamming her fist to the unbreakable glass. “You son of a bitch!”

“I won’t be in the gallery tomorrow, Sharon. Enjoy death.” Steve walked out of the cells, the sounds of Sharon’s screams fading with every step.

“Was that necessary amore mio?”

Steve spun to see Belle standing next to the doorway to the cells. “After what she tried to do to you and my children, absolutely.” Steve placed his hand over Belle’s six-month bump. “How are they today?”

“Just flutters. Should feel them any day.” Belle smiled up at her husband.

“I can’t wait. Wanna feel my princess and my boy.

Belle smiled. “I wanna feel them too.”

“Hi sweet pea.” He leaned forward to press his forehead to hers and then placed a gentle kiss to her lips. “I’m so happy you’re awake my love.” He kissed her forehead and pulled back to look at her.

“What happened?”

“When you elbowed Beck, the gun went off and you were shot. It was a through and through, but it nicked your liver. You’re gonna be fine.”

Belle nodded in understanding but suddenly gasped and sat up. “The baby?”

“Shh. Easy love. Everything is ok. They are ok. The babies are perfectly healthy and safe.”

“Babies? What do you mean babies?” Belle reached for her stomach. Steve laid his hand on top of hers.

“Lay back Belle. Its ok”. He laid her down and sat on the edge of the bed. “You are pregnant with twins, my love. They checked when they took you to surgery.”

“Twins? Oh my god, twins!”

Steve lifted her hand and kissed her palmed and then placed her small hand on his face. The beard tickled her hand, and she smiled but Steve frowned. “I’m so sorry Belle.”

“Baby…”

“No let me finish. I am so sorry for keeping the truth from you. I’m sorry for lying. I am so sorry that I put you here. Please don’t leave me.” Belle felt a few tears escape her eyes. Steve cupped her face and used his thumb to clear the tears. “Please don’t cry love. Please, I am so…”

“I’m sorry too,” she blurted out. “I’m sorry I ran. I’m sorry I didn’t listen. Please don’t hate me.”

Steve climbed into bed with her as she clung to his shirt and cried. “I could never hate you. You saved me from a life of solitude and darkness. You brought color back into my life. And all at once…

You were the one I was waiting for,” she finished. “I love you.”

“I love you. My baby momma.”

Belle spent the day of the execution in the nursery with Nat, Wanda, MJ and Hope, planning out the room. Mrs. Lewis was taking notes with Belle’s new assistant, Ava. “I think we need to put the cribs here,” Belle pointed, “and the changing table and dresser here. I would like to have twin rocking chairs because I know Steve will want to be in here with me when he can.”

“Of course, Mrs. Rogers,” Ava said as she consulted measurements with Mrs. Lewis.

“Oh Ava, before I forget, we have a dinner with the alumni association on Friday and I will need to attend with Steve. Bucky and Clint will also be attended but Clint is bringing Laura, so I need you to attend with Bucky.”

“S-sure,” Ava stuttered, a flash of pink on her cheeks as she looked down at her tablet. Belle noticed the flush but did not give it any attention but filing it for future use.

“We need to make sure you have a formal dress, Ava. So, we have a fitting at Vera Wang tomorrow.” She looked over the girl. She was a strawberry blonde with green eyes. Petite but curvy. “Red, I think,” she said.

“Oh, Mrs. Rogers…”

“Nope, its Belle.” She turned to Mrs. Lewis. “Please make sure that Marco and Marie know it’s for three ladies. Laura will be joining us unless of course Nat and Wanda are joining us as well.”

“We can make an afternoon of it,” Nat said, understanding what she was trying to do with Ava and Bucky.

“Perfect.” Belle clapped with glee until a look of shock crossed her face. Her hand flew to her belly.

“Belle?” Wanda looked at her. Her eyes flashed red for a moment. “Nat, we need Steve.” Nat picked up her phone and called while the rest of the women crowded her. “Ok, let’s give her a moment alone,” Wanda said with a smile. Steve and Bucky came running in.

“Sweet pea? What’s wrong?”

Wanda approached Ava. “Bucky, can you take Ava outside please?” Bucky flushed slightly at the young woman and offered his arm. He looked back at his best friends as they waited for the room to clear.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Steve looked at his wife.

“Nothing,” she smiled. She took his hand and placed it on the side of her belly.

“Love, what…”

“Just a second.” They waited and then Steve’s eyes widen as Belle felt a kick to her side. He looked down at her belly and then back to her eyes. “I think your son is saying hello.”

“Oh…” he kneeled before his wife. “Hello son. Hey princess. I’m your dad.” A tear formed in his eye. “I love you and your momma so much little ones.” He stayed there a while, caressing her belly and talking to his children. They were interrupted when Bucky walked in.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but it’s done.” He looked down.

Steve stood up and held Belle from behind, his hands on her belly. “Did she say anything?”

“Only professing her love for you and then Hail HYDRA.”

Steve nodded. “Ok, well that’s that. Come love, you should rest.”

“Ok.” No emotion crossed Belle’s face. “Oh Bucky, since you will be attending the gala with us, I’ve asked Ava to be your escort for the evening.” She watched as Bucky’s ears turned red as he patted the back of his head.

“Oh, yes, well, ok, if you want, I guess I’m ok with that…” he stammered.

Belle giggled. Steve looked at her curiously before leading her to their room. He laid her down on her sided and then climbed behind her, holding her to his chest. “What do you know, sweet pea?”

“I know that Bucky and Ava are crushing on each other,” she smirked. “And I know that I love you.”

“I love you more my queen.” He kissed her head and smiled. “What about Clint?”

“He’s bringing Laura.” She looked back at Steve, who had a shocked face. “I think seeing what we went through, he didn’t want to be away from the love of his life anymore. I know they divorced because he was an Avenger and thought he was protecting her. I’m just glad he figured out that he couldn’t live without her.”

“My little matchmaker,” Steve chuckled. “You need to rest love.”

“I’m trying; I’m just so tense. Carrying your children is tough.”

“Hmm, well maybe something to help you with that.” Steve got a wicked look on his face as he reaches under her sundress and pulled her panties down. He stroked between her folds. “Already so wet, love,” he whispered in her ear, pressing kisses to her neck.

“Stevie,” she moaned. He was aware of how sensitive she was so he went gentle and slow. He sank a finger into her and arched her back, her belly sticking out more.

“Easy baby,” Steve held her close, letting her feel how turned on he was. He grasped her chin with his free hand to kiss her softly as he added another finger. She moaned into his lips.

“Stevie, I need more.”

Steve smiled as he eased her onto her back. He snaked down as pushed her knees up. He kissed between her thighs and gently licked her folds. She jolted up and Steve chuckled. “Feel good baby?”

“Amore please,” she pleaded. Steve went in, tasting, sucking, drawing out unnatural noises from his wife. Being pregnant made every touch be like a lightning through her. He could feel her starting to reach her peak.

“Cum for me, my queen. Let me taste you.” With a silent scream, her body spasmed, making her see stars. Steve coaxed her down before rolling her to her side again and he removed his jeans and boxers. He got behind her again and lifted a leg, hooking it around his hip, opening her to him from behind. Steve carefully slid into her heat. She moaned loudly as Steve peppered her neck and cheek with kisses. “You feel amazing as ever love.”

“Stevie,” she cried quietly. He was gentle, not wanting to hurt or disturb his children.

“You are a goddess, my love. So warm and tight. Carrying my children. You are even more beautiful now than before,” he whispered as he thrusted softly into her. She keened at the praise, placing her hands over his on her hips. She began to tighten again. “That’s my good girl, let go.” He wrapped his arms around her as she came again and he rutted two more times before spilling into her. He could feel her body relax and she fell asleep with him still inside her. He didn’t dare move, knowing sleep was hard to find for her now. But he was ok, in his happy place, inside his wife, holding his unborn children.

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