#if her first word is daddy he'd faint.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: I love this!

•Viktor•

Viktor loved his little girls more than anything, when you first told him that you were pregnant he was over joyed. This was his chance at happiness again, and when he find out that you were pregnant with twins well Viktor nearly fainted from shock.

He wouldn't screw this up, he wouldn't because you meant the world to him, his little girls meant the world to him.

Picking up a few toys, Viktor heard a giggle. It was one of the twins. He knew he should bring her back to her crib, he couldn't imagine what was going through your mind if you found one of your children missing. "Čo tu robíte?"

Viktor couldn't help but speak Slavic to her, why he knew that she didn't understand him. Her and her twin sister seemed to enjoy when he spoke it.

Titling her head to the side, the little girl giggled waving her chubby arms in the air.

"Papo!"

Dropping the toy's, Viktor's eye went wide as he took a step towards her. "Vhat did you say?"

"Papo!Papo!Papo" The baby squealing over and over at her father as he lifted her in the air.

"Haha! My little angels firsts words!" Smiling, Viktor pressed his head against hers. "This will be our little secret."

•Zib•

Sleeping on the couch, Zib felt two of his children nuzzled into his chest as the third sat on the ground playing with his hats. Dorian was grateful how mellow his children were, they were so calm, sweet and he knew that he had you to thank for that.

One of his eyes peaking open he chuckled seeing the youngest looking up at him. "What's caught your attention bud?"

Chewing on Zib's hat, a giggle escaped the little boys lips as he crawled over to his father. "Daddy!"

Sitting up, Zib had to hold the other two children to his chest to make sure they didn't fall off. This was the first word that he had spoken, he couldn't believe that he was his son's first words. "Ha! You hear that?! I was his first words...come here buddy."

Now holding all three of his children, Zib held them close. "My three little ones." He muttered closing his eyes.

Watching him, you relaxed further into your chair. It was an adorable site, to see this side of your husband. "You're such a good father Dorian, I want you to know that."

Humming, Zib shook his head still holding the triplets. "Well if you say so then I gotta believe it."

•Rocky•

If there was one thing at Rocky loved more than anything than it had to be him playing the violin for you and his son. He'd often play for you when you were pregnant and now he'd play for his son.

Smiling, he took out the violin as his son watched eagerly. "Are you ready?"

The little boy nodded his head eagerly, nearly bouncing in the seat as he watched his father with excitement. "Y...ya....p..." wrinkling his nose the little boy listened to his father as he tried to speak. "Papa!"

The bow screeching across the strings, dropping the violin to the ground. Rocky instead lifted his son in the air giving him a spin as he let out a joyful laugh though it did not take long for you to slip out of the room rubbing your eyes. "What's going on?"

"He said his first word! I was his first word!" Rocky beamed.

Smiling, you held back a yawn as you walked over to them both. "Isn't that the cutest thing."

•Mordecai•

If someone would have told Mordecai that he would he married with a child he would have laughed in their faces, it seemed like a novel concept, it didn't feel real and yet here he was playing chess with you his wife as his daughter sat on his lap.

"Just because you are pregnant, it doesn't mean I will go easy on you." Mordecai teased.

Snorting, you rolled your eyes giving him a playful smile. No one saw this side to him, he may have been stoic, kept his emotions close but you knew the he loved you and your daughter, you knew that he'd love this child too.

Sitting in her father's lap, the toddler looked up at her father then to the board game of you both playing chess. Eyes going wide for a moment, she reached for one of the pieces beaming up at her father.

"Dada!"

About to take the piece away from her, Mordecai's eyes went wide as he froze. Your laughter echoing around him. "All that word paid off."

"You." Flustered, Mordecai avoided his gaze as he instead held his daughter close. "Thank you."

#drabbles #drabble #viktor #viktor vasko #dorian zibowski #zib #rocky #rocky rickaby #mordecai #mordecai heller #mordecai heller x reader #mordecai x reader #rocky x reader #rocky rickababy x reader #dorian x reader #zib x reader #zibowski x reader #dorian zibowski x reader #viktor x reader #viktor vasko x reader #lackadaisy #lackadaisy x reader

[tainted-liquor]

'First Time Father⋆˚✿˖°

Father! 1610 Miles Morales x Mama!BlackFem!Reader Ingredients: Extra sugar, kisses, and tons of smiles! TWs: N word usage, clueless Miles, n cussin !! W/C: 765 A/N: Miles is 26! Ty luvs

"Okay...Okay...she's gonna be fine, she's gonna be JUST fine..." Miles chanted in his car as he sped to the hospital. He gave quick praise to the most high that his dad was captain of the NYPD, otherwise, he'd be in a situation regarding his speed. He half-parked in the hospital parking lot before he flew up the stairs, gasping and panting as he stumbled into the delivery room. He was clearly trying his best to remain calm as he ran to hold your hand. As soon as labor started though, he fucking fainted.

He fell face-first on the floor for a couple seconds before getting back up, wincing in pain and pinching his nose gently. "I'm okay love, don't worry about me-!" He muttered as he continued holding your hand. Truth be told, he was both elated and terrified of meeting his new baby girl. He didn't actually know what he was doing, and he was mortified to fuck it up. A storm of 'what ifs' and worries swarmed in his mind as he focused on his beautiful wife, feeling himself grow more and more afraid until...

He heard a cry break through to his eardrums, and the tiniest little hands raise up and fight being swaddled. Not even three seconds in the world, and she was already putting up a fight with her surroundings. Miles chuckled as tears pooled in his eyes, immediately breaking down at your bedside as he faced his daughter. "What's her name, love?" he whispered as he held the small pile of blankets...incorrectly. "I was thinking of Narai...or Zayani maybe? Which one do you prefer?" You asked with a tired smile and sleepy eyes.

And as soon as that little face of hers came into Miles's field of vision, everything was over. He knew then and there that he would lay his life down against anything in the world that even attempted to shuffle a hair on her little head. He held her as close as humanly possible, giving a death glare to the nurse who even raised her arms a fraction before turning his attention back to you. "I love Zayani" he nodded, tears silently coursing down his face. "Damn, how you cryin' more than me? I just pushed her out" you laughed as Miles shot you the nastiest glare of all time.

And from then on, Zayani became the absolute love of his life. He had her decked out in the cutest outfits ever, like this and this! There wasn't a second that passed by where he wasn't holding his daughter, explaining things to her that she gave no sign of understanding, and taking naps all snuggled up with her on the couch. You even have an album dedicated to Miles holding her wrong, which you just grew to accept he'd never quite learn how to do. "Miles. What the fuck are you doing nigga."

"I'm making sure she doesn't stop breathing in the middle of the night! What, I can't be a dad?" He whispered. You did absolutely nothing but chuckle and go back to your room. There was nothing in the world that could take him out of her crib, so you just left it alone. You retreated back to your shared bedroom, tilted the baby monitor so you could see the screen, and chuckled to yourself. You watched as he fell back asleep with the baby comfortably stationed at his side. He looked utterly at peace like he was finally relaxing for the first time in years.

You absolutely adored the bond that your two favorite people in the world had, it was like something out of a cute little Disney movie. When Zayani first started crawling and babbling, she made it very very clear who her favorite was, despite all of Miles's efforts. "C'mon Zaya can daddy just hold you for like five minutes...?" Miles pleaded with the infant as she clung onto the back of your shirt for dear life. She made a couple angry babbling noises before blowing a raspberry toward Miles. "You literally love me any other moment, but when I wanna spend time with you suddenly you hate me?" Miles frantically 'argued'.

They spent the next 5 minutes babbling angrily back and forth, with Zayani crawling all across your body as she shrieked at her father. Miles gasped loudly, resting a hand over his chest and pretending to be both shocked and deeply offended. "Don't you raise your voice at me, Chiquita! ¿Con quién hablas?!" he retorted with a look of amuesement.

"You're so adorable, c'mere-"

*CHOMP!*

"AAAAH-"

#atsv #across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #miles morales #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #earth 1610 miles fluff #earth 1610 miles x reader #earth 1610 miles morales x you #miles 1610 #earth 1610 miles morales #spiderparents #spiderman #into the spider verse #arachnids #arachnikids

[jchnstones]

John Stones | Mini Valentines

in which john becomes his daughter’s first valentine, resulting in an excited Eden.

a/n: happy valentines day! back from the dead for one day only <3

when john stood at the letter box, fingers gripped to the card full of love, he couldn't help but think that this was a silly idea.

the previous night he'd clicked his pen and scribbled a quick message, signing it from a secret admirer. a glide of the tongue over the envelope sticks it into place, a last drag of the pen reads to eden. he hated the thought of boys one day sending his daughter cards that declared how much they love her, accompanied by bunches of flowers and cheap chocolates. that was his job, he thought, to love her so much she'd have no room left to fit anyone else's into her heart.

he sighs as the card leaves his his grip and falls into the red box, a snickered breath leaving his lips as he does so. perhaps it was silly, but at least her first valentines was daddy.

february 14th

Eden’s feet dangle from the stool tucked into the breakfast bar, her hands scooping up cereal with her spoon. you stand, arms crossed and back against the surface as you watch her, milk dripping from her chin as she licks her lips with every spoonful. "just like daddy, aren't you?" you mutter, fingers lacing through her hair. She beams, teeth showing briefly before she sloppily wipes her lips with the back of her tiny hand.

"and what's that supposed to mean?" john bounces through to the kitchen, one hand gripping a bunch of roses, the other some cards. “Postman’s been!” "john," you whine, lips pouting once you spot the flowers. "i thought we weren't doing valentines this year?" he holds them out towards you, bending over slightly as his lips pucker against yours. “can never help myself though, can I?” you take them from him, admiring their deep red colour before placing them on the counter.

"and a very special letter," john starts. he squints his eyes as he pretends to make out what the name says on the envelope. "for Eden!" she giggles, her palms clapping together as she watches her daddy place it down in front of her through the motion of an aeroplane. "mommy look." she struggles to hold the card, but once she has a hold of it with both hands, she waves it in the air to show you. "A letter for me." her cheeks bunch as her smile spreads across her face, into her eyes. john glows as he watches his daughter's excitement ooze from her bones. this is the moment he'd waited for for years. he glares over at you, pouting his bottom lip as his brows arch. how adorable.

"well open it then, lovebug." you call, watching as she stares at the card.

"daddy, what does it say?" Eden turns in her chair as she searches for john, who steps over to her. he takes it from her hands gently and bends over so his elbows are placed on the breakfast bar. you stand next to him, arm placed over his back as your head leans in to read along too.

“to Eden," john places his finger under the words as he reads, Eden’s eyes following along. her eyebrows furrow as her fingers rest on her cheeks. "i hope you have a great valentine's day and eat lots of yummy chocolates." she squeals as the thought of the sweet goods enters her mind.

“I love you to the moon and all the way back," the expression in johns voice makes your heart sink. he was so gentle with her, he adored her so much. "big bear hugs and sloppy kisses, love from your secret admirer." johns eyes gape at her as he closes the card, his lips tugging into a soft smile. her hands are now clasped over her open mouth, her little ponytails swinging from side to side as her body rocks through pure excitement.

"who is it?" she whispers, her green eyes studying johns face. he leans closer to her as you watch him, nose booping against Eden’s cheek. "well, perhaps we'll never know." he plants a kiss on her soft skin and slowly rises from his stance. he catches your eyes now and shares a content smile. to you, he screams of home and faint laughter from the next room; vanilla cupcakes on a rainy day and gentle fingertips tracing hearts on each other's back. he is warmth when it snows with hands like puzzle pieces so familiar to yours.

John opens his arm and scoops you closer to him, fingers squeezing around your waist.

#john stones #john stones imagine #john stones fanfic #england nt #england nt imagine #manchester city imagine #manchester city #mason mount imagine #ben chilwell imagine #John stones fluff #stones #football imagine

[iovesia]

hi pookie I’m so happy today, it’s my birthday and I’m wondering how Keanu’s characters would pamper the reader on their birthday? Would it be giving them gifts? I feel like jw would do that as well as physical touch, ACTUALLY JOHN CONSTANTINE WITH BIRTHDAY SEX HELLO???? I’m delusional but gosh he would be feeling nice on that day and just let into the reader and treating her nicer than usual (which must include eating her out in the morning cause I swear this man probably gives the best mf head!!! :((( ) John wick on the other hand would probably give her massages no??? Ted Logan would shower her with his cheesy nicknames

(I NEED THEM NEOWWWWWWWW :((((( )

honestly today I need John C. SO BAD THE BRAIN ROT IS REAL ☹️☹️

-🥖 anon

☆ — HOW THEY ACT ON YOUR BIRTHDAY.

[ content. fem!reader! fluff! smut— brief somno! ] ・happy birthday, nonnie! ♡🫧 here's my little gift for you. includes: john constantine, john wick, ted logan.

john constantine.

♪ it's your birthday, so i know you want to rideeeee out ♪

it's damn near out of character how affectionate constantine is with you on your birthday.

MORNING!! AFTERNOON!! EVENING!! ALL NIGHT!! NO BREAKS!!

okay kidding.. kind of.. not really...

he wakes you up with head. you stir awake in the early hours of sunrise to the feeling of soft kisses on your inner thigh. his hands wrapped tightly around your legs, spreading them apart and you can feel his hot breath on your cunt.

"con, what are you.." your words die in your throat when constantine's soft lips meet your wet cunt. arching your back, a whiney moan escapes your throat as his tongue moves faster against your bud of nerves.

"happy birthday, doll."

totally irrelevant— but his raspy morning voice 🧟‍♀️😵‍💫 !!!

he's not very good at actual gift giving unfortunately :// he'd probably pick up some occult trinket or a pretty antique thing that he'd think you like.

constantine would write you a birthday card!! or letter!! he's better with his words. although he's never mushy and sentimental with you all other 364 days of the year— this one day he has an excuse to be extra sweet to you.

it'd be short, but you treasure it like it's your child. even with his cool-i-don't-care-persona, you don't miss the way he's scanning your eyes and your reaction as you read the letter.

"oh my god, this is so sweet!" you gush and he rolls his eyes, a faint smile on his lips. "i love you, john, thank you— really."

he presses a soft kiss to your forehead; "i love you too, dollface."

this might be the first time he's spent a whole 24 hours with you that didn't involve arguing, or running off to battle demons from hell.

⠀⠀⠀

john wick.

two wOOORDDSS: SUGAR. DADDY.

okay i'm joking.

BUTT!!!

he loves to spoil his special girl on her special day :') he's the most thoughtful of the keanu boys. john always pays attention to things that you like or admire at— and would literally run to the end of the damn earth to get it for you!!!

he also gets you a pearl necklace, or some super expensive jewelry to wear.

"john, oh my god," you gasp, holding the golden chain around your neck. the shiny 'j' charm hanging at the end was less than subtle, but made your heart swoon nonetheless. "i can't take this, baby :(( it must've been so expensive—"

"don't worry about that," his baritone voice echoes in your ear, his beard tickling your cheek as he stands behind you. his chest to your back and hands resting on your waist, gazing at your reflection in the mirror. "happy birthday, honey."

john is so sweet to you on your birthday (not that he isn't every other day but he's just so much more doting). he'd spend the whole day with you, doing whatever you want to do.

he feels so guilty that he hardly ever sees you because of his job— and his own internal insecurity that he thinks he doesn't deserve you :(((

so john will go out of your way to make you feel like the only girl in the world.

⠀⠀⠀

ted logan.

oh my sweet, beloved ted.

he's so cheesy it's crazy. ted has that Romcom Rizz™️. most of his moves are from your favorite movies.

he's more excited for your birthday than you are.

like he's just lying down next to you with a goofy smile on his face, waiting for you to wake up. the second you open your eyes, its:

"happy birthday, babe!" he grins, and he gives you a soft kiss on the nose, and then another one on your lips.

"ugh, ted— morning breath!"

he takes you to the arcade!! that's fun!! right? well anything's fun with ted. he spends the whole day making you laugh, and taking you on a wild goose chase around san dimas.

and his gift to you? a song!! what kind of bassist bf would he be if he didn't write songs about the most excellent babe in all of san dimas?? 🤨

"dedicated to the most bodacious babe, my girlfriend!" he winks at you, and picks up his bass— and bill's, of course, standing in the corner recording the whole thing.

you watch as his eyes light up with excitement when he plays his song for you. aside from the occasional off-key note or questionable lyric— you can't stop the dorky grin growing on your lips.

he's a blushing mess, you're a flattered babe, i mean talk about a match made in heaven.

you're the coolest girl ted knows— of course he goes all out for your birthday!!

﹙ ♡ ﹚─ taglist: @desoolate @sughcashsaiki @vezuiv @slutforsoldierboy @br-2408 @jaga2137 @beansricejc @emosludge @nwheregirl . . !

let me know if anyone wishes to be added/removed. ∗ ୧ ‧ ₊ ˚

#love letters. #john wick imagine #john wick x reader #john wick x y/n #john constantine imagine #john constantine x reader #ted logan x reader #ted logan imagine #ʚ · ◞ 🥖 anon!

[chilly-me-softly]

Please do something with Alice and Mason where she’s really unsettled in the game unusually and won’t let him go as he’s trying to do post match interviews or like a lap of honour

He won the player award for that season and everyone waited for him for the post-match interview, but Mason had one more thing to take care of first because Alice apparently didn't want to leave his arms.

"Daddy's got to go, just a moment" he had tried to tell her after his parents had taken her to the field when the game was over but her little arms had tightened around his neck like a sucker and neither Ben nor his parents again had been able to pry her off. He'd even tried to put her down so she could see the kids playing around, thinking that maybe she might be attracted in some way, but tears had started to stream down her face and Mason's heart had inevitably clenched in his chest as he thought about what on earth was happening at that moment.

"Are you okay?" a few minutes passed, Mason still rocking slightly in place as little moans came from the little girl with her cheek on his shoulder from time to time.

Mason sighs when he hears her sniffle, beginning to come to terms with the fact that it's just one of those days when he doesn't have to ask too many questions and just keep her to himself. Then again, not every day is the same, and many times he too has found himself not wanting to deal with anyone but making an effort just for her.

"Look at me for a moment please. Let's dry these tears, okay?" Alice seemed to think hard before rising from his chest allowing her father to gently run his thumbs under her eyes and over her cheeks.

"Listen, I have to do this. Want to come with me?" he sighs asking her, finding no other way. She nods almost imperceptibly bouncing the ponytail her grandma made and Mason wiggles a finger in her neck, "I need words sweetheart"

She giggles as a faint okay escapes her lips and Mason leaves a kiss on her temple lingering a few moments.

"I'm sorry, that's all she has to offer today" with an apologetic expression Mason approaches the area where they are waiting for him for the interview.

"That's alright, I have four I know the drill" Mason chuckles heartened by the cameraman's words before Alice tightens his hair into a fist.

"A few more minutes sweetheart, then we can go home"

"Okay, whenever you're ready" and he nods starting that long awaited interview with Alice tightly clutched to his chest with her back to the camera, a reassuring hand always on her back.

Little Mounty

#little mounty #mason mount #mason mount imagine #mason mount imagines #mason mount one shot #football imagine #football imagines

[redangelrosie]

summary: this is just a blurb about dad!eddie

warnings: use of the word "daddy" in an innocent manner

dad!eddie would be incredible.

like, he wouldn't care if you had a boy or a girl. he'd be incredible with both!!

that being said, he would definitely be a girl dad. imagine him buying a little guitar for your daughter when she was still a toddler, despite you telling him that she wouldn't be able to play it yet. but he insisted!! in the end, it was so adorable watching your daughter just hitting the strings, not understanding the concept of actually playing it.

when she turned 4, she strummed the guitar on her own for the first time. even though she didn't really know what she was doing, eddie ran around the room in excitement. you were sat next to your daughter as she let out a laugh similar to yours. watching her dad get so excited caused her to strum the guitar again. which, of course, caused your husband to jump up and down. he looked at your daughter and said, "my baby is a rockstar!" that caused your daughter to put up the sign of the horns with her hand because she saw her daddy doing that one time while practicing with his band. poor eddie felt his heart flutter in his chest. he couldn't help but run up to her and pick her up in his arms, her little guitar trapped in between the both of them.

oh oh!! we also need to talk about how your daughter would beg you to get her tattoos like her dad. she was too young to understand that they were permanent, but to appease her mind, you put some temporary tattoos on her arms. she had a variety of hello kitty figures, as well as some bats. she insisted that you get her the bats. when eddie saw the temporary tattoos he nearly fainted. a very small part of him, for some reason, was worried that she had actually gone out and gotten a tattoo. but once he realized that they were temporary, he was complimenting her, and asking her, "wow, your artist must be amazing! who are they?" and your daughter would exclaim, "it was mommy/daddy/bubba!"

your daughter wanted to be just like her daddy, which you found adorable. she was already so much like him, with her dark curly hair. speaking of which, your daughter insisted that you give her and eddie matching hairstyles. and when the boys would come over for hellfire, they wouldn't dare laugh at their dungeon master's hair, because his daughter was right on his lap, glaring at them if they dared to snicker.

i'll definitely write more dad!eddie in the future. there's so much to unpack with it. i would love it if y'all sent in asks with your dad!eddie ideas!!

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson blurb #stranger things x you #dad!eddie munson

[anhedcnias]

・   ✦   ・𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐂𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐒 /   *    (  closed starter  for @anjelicheart )

“Hey there, beautiful,” Bit's softened yet coarse words cut through the chaos unfolding among the streets. Per usual circumstance, the word "beautiful" is spoken by him as if it’s her name. There's an undercurrent of warmth and affection in the way he imparts this term even still.

Spotting her amidst the disorder, his gaze locks on and struggles to focus on anything else. The jacket she wears, slightly loose, carries the weight of shared memories etched into its seams. Having once owned the leather bomber jacket- it's a vessel for fragments of their past, a tangible link to a time when he could wrap his arms around her, offering warmth and protection in the chilly streets of New York. Worn and weathered, it bears the scars of time with faded illusions he clings to—illusions of providing her security and shelter in a cold world. A notch in the teeth of the bottom hem and the malfunctioning zipper create a faint bell-like sound with each step she takes. Bit's mind further wanders to the hole in its left pocket, wondering if it still lingers, like everything else in his life. Or perhaps, Anjelica has skillfully repaired it with her precious hands? She is good at fixing things and making them better—if only he'd let her finally fix him.

"Aren't you glad I didn't ask you on a date to the opera house," Bit remarks with a smirk. Sarcasm bleeds through his teeth as the building continues to pump fire from its walls. He's proud of his handiwork. It's a pretty sight—he thinks. Darkened irises scan her with ardent fascination. The backdrop of flames and chaos only enhances the radiance of her blonde hair, creating a subtle glow around its strands—captivating him as if seeing her for the first time. His mouth hangs slightly agape. He's happy to see her, despite the circumstances and the strain on their relationship.

"What are you doing out here looking so hot for? Don't you know we're Purging? It's dangerous." Despite the grim circumstances, his words carry a playful tone—a peculiar mix of concern and the annoying albeit audacious spirit that defines him. As he cautiously approaches, his steps deliberate, he braces himself for the unpredictability of a world where crime is temporarily legalized. He's expecting a kick to his midsection or perhaps even a slap across the face. All bets are off, really. "C'mere. Let daddy kiss that sneer off your face."

#bit * / threads. #with * / anjelica. #asjdkl; i'm sry this got long. #lawlessevent003

[yv-sketches]

Why would be xar and wish’s reaction if sychorax and encanzo had another kid??

Ooooh that would be a twist!

First off, I don’t think the Fules are good parents, so I feel bad for that poor kid.

Xar and Wish would both be 15 at the youngest, so that’s quite the age gap. I feel like they would both be old enough to have some mixed feelings.

Xar would hate that his father was serious enough about getting together with Sychorax to have a child with her. I can definitely see him being angry at Encanzo. (So would Looter, something they can bond over). However, the child can’t help who their parents are. Xar doesn’t hold it against Wish that she got magic because Encanzo and Sychorax fell in love, so I think he would love his little brother or sister all the same.

Once the little one is born, he would be the fun brother. He'd teach the toddler how to ride a snowcat and spend hours playing in the forest. He's also teach them jokes and mean words. ("Tell Looter he is a fool, it's a nice thing to say, mommy and daddy say it to each other all the time") Xar would love not being the youngest and do his best to be a better big brother than Looter was. Any child picking on this little sibling will feel Xar's wrath. He'd still be angry at Encanzo though. Encanzo is a nicer and more responsible father than he was with Xar and that hurts, even years later.

Wish would be excited at first. She is very happy to see her mother with Encanzo, so she'd welcome their baby as well. She'd use her magic to make pins and keys dance to make the baby laugh, and she and spoon would feed them patiently.

However, anxiety will set in later. Sychorax is a nicer parent than the used to be, but Wish still suffers sleepless nights. What if the baby is bad at reading too? What if the baby faints and falls asleep like Bodkin? Or what if the baby has magic that works on iron? She fears her little sibling will be a disappointment just like she was.

To make sure everything will be fine, she gives them plenty of hugs and says a million time that they are lovely the way they are. When the brother/sister grows older, she starts teaching them how to do things 'the right way'. How to walk like a proper Warrior, how to hold a sword, and she'll ask Bodkin to teach her little sibling letters and numbers.

Things turn out fine, though. The little sibling grows up to be a cheerful, confident child and Xar and Wish love to see it. Encanzo and Sychorax have changed for the better. They still fight, Encanzo can still shout and Sychorax can still be harsh, but they are trying. By the time Xar and Wish are 20, they let out a sigh of relief when the child is sent tot heir room without magic ropes, and never gets sent to the cupboard. It's painful to see that all they went through did not have to happen, but it's strangely satisfying too, to see they were able to change their parents for the better. Their own painful childhoods cannot be changed, but they can watch their little sibling grow up the way any child deserves. And that's worth a lot too.

#twoo #the wizards of once #ask

[souyaszn]

thinking about how protective souya would be over his firstborn girl and i.... i need a minute.

#（ ♚ ）— coi! #smiley stay smiling but bout his niece? #grin disappears QUICK #don't play bout her #keeps her strapped to her chest and legitimately slaps strangers in the mouth who put their fingers in her face #souya don't even tell him bout it cause he mighta knock em out too #BYE BYE BYE BYEB E #if her first word is daddy he'd faint. #she got a lil baby uniform for the ramen shop #her hair curling up around her own chef hat???? #nahoya puts her up as employee of the month every time she gets a month older #puts her up as EoM even when they have actual employees they could give the award to #surprisingly none of them take offense #she's a certified daddy's girl #it's like i ain't even carried her for nine months #sun up till sun down she's curled up into her daddy's side #like damn lil girl what if i wanna give u a sibling can u let my husband go???

[tommyfroggie]

Been too long (T.H)

Word count: 870

Warnings: rough handling, implied sex, super fucking kinky (degradation kink, daddy kink), cursing, mob themes

Summary: You decide to get a little impatient for your darling boyfriend's dick and end up paying the price.

Pairing: Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

Masterlist

Btw no pun intended in the title lmao.

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You knew what you were getting yourself into when you decided to fall in love in with Tom Holland. It was a lot, but you were used to it. Him being a crazy rich Mob boss and all, meant he could die at any minute and you wouldn't even know.

You always had that fear whenever he left home during your first month of dating; What if he doesn't come back? Is he going to be okay? He won't be hurt right?

But as the relationship went on that was the least of your worries. He made a promise to you, he would always return to you, no matter what. You trusted him.

So yeah.. that's that. Tom had also been working non stop lately, barely having time for you, you know in the affectionate way. You both just mildly exchanged morning and night kisses. It was honestly annoying the shit out of you. It was probably over a month since this has been happening. You were A HORNY MESS.

You decided to give it a go and gave Tom's number a call. You knew he was busy right now but you were so desperate that you would take your chances. He picked up in a heartbeat and you could hear faint gun shot noises in the background.

"Hey Tommy"

"Hey, I'm kinda in the middle of something right now baby"

"Ugh you always are!! I'm bored! I want you so bad Tommy"

He immediately understood what you were hinting at and shook his head in disbelief before speaking into the phone again.

"Darling, are you seriously calling me right now because you're horny? I'm trying not to get shot right now"

"We haven't fucked in ages!! You barely have time for me Tom. Well, whatever. Fuck off"

You angrily cut the call and lay back on the large bed, looking up. You just had to take care of yourself, like all the other days in the week. You thought about Tom as your fingers slowly went towards the rim of underwear, pulling them off

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Tom went absolutely livid after he heard you talk to him like that. You just had to wait till he gets home. He was going to give you a proper punishment for your bad behavior.

Tom quickly dealt with the motherfuckers that tried to get in his compound and steal.... and cockblock him; but that's not the point. He raced his black car back to the mansion. It was quite. Weird. Usually, he'd come home to you watching tv in the living room or something.

That's when he heard it. Moans. Your moans, as he got closer to your shared room. He peeked in to see you, laying naked on his bed, touching yourself. He was absolutely furious. He had one rule, one fucking rule, that was to never touch yourself, unless he allowed you to, and you just had to break it.

You were pretty into it to notice him arriving.

"Hey baby" He said in low, seductive tone.

You jumped up in shock, ruining your orgasm as you brought the sheets over yourself. Fuck.

"T-tommy... I thought you would be gone for longer" You said with an apologetic smile, knowing you just broke his rule.

"Well my girl wanted me.. Couldn't make her wait now could I?" He said as he sat onto the bed taking off his coat and rolling down the sheets, admiring your perfect form, tracing his fingers along your body, to your most sensitive part.

"I'm s-sorry"

"Aww where did all that bitch attitude you gave me on the phone go now huh?" You didn't care if he called you that. It turned you on. It was one of your stupid kinks.

"W-what are you going to do?"

"Well isn't it obvious.. I'm going to punish you for talking to daddy like that and breaking a rule"

He pinched one of your nipples harshly, causing you to gasp. You took a shaky breath in, looking up at him with doe eyes.

He ran his fingers through your wet folds as you shut your eyes tight and bit down on your lower lip.

"Who got you this wet huh, darling?"

You just moaned out in response with pleasure. He slapped your pussy. Hard. You let out a high pitched whimper. He held your face and looked you dead in the eye, his brown ones full of lust and hunger.

"I asked you a fucking question" And he slapped your sensitive spot again, you shivered as your body jolted.

"Y-you.. W-was thinking about you T-tommy" He lent down and took your right nipple in his mouth, biting. BITING. You cried out with pain but more pleasure.

"That's not my name now is it darling?" He bit even more harshly.

Your mouth fell agape as you tried to get the words out.

"D-daddy.. fuc-k"

"That's right. Now, I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are and I will make sure you won't be able to walk for a really long time, might wanna watch your attitude next time."

You looked at him with pleading eyes, yet a part of you was excited.

"What are you looking at? Get up and get on your knees. Now."

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One for you kinky mofos ;)

#tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland #smut and fluff #one shot #mobtom #mobtomholland

[neverinadream]

you and your baby girl welcoming ben back home with all the cuddles in the world after today's game pleaseeeeeeeeee

His Girls

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the stage *dramatic drum roll* Poppy Chilwell

Summary: Ben returns home after today's match to find his two favourite girls waiting for him on the sofa.

Song: Falling Like The Stars - James Arthur

This is a short one

Ben returned home from today's incredible win with an extra pep in his step. Normally, he'd be greeted straight away by Lachlan running into his arms, telling him everything that had happened in the game like he had forgotten Ben had been playing. But, today, he was greeted with the faint sound of the TV playing in the living room and no giddy four year old. Lachlan had been shipped off to his nanna and granddad's, to give y/n and Ben a sense of peace as Poppy begins to teeth.

He drops his kit bag at the door, kicked off his trainers and removed his coat. He was sure y/n would make a comment about him leaving his stuff by the front door, instead of putting them away, but he was in a rush to see his two favourite girls.

"Y/n?" Ben's greeted with a quick shush, pointing to Poppy who was laid against her chest. He gives her an apologetic smile, doing his best to join them both on the sofa. "How long has she been asleep for?" He asks, tucking himself next to y/n, who had occupied the corner seat.

"Maybe ten minutes," y/n answers, running her fingers through his fringe, no longer stuck back by his horrid gel. He leans in, first kissing her cheek and then her lips. "So no waking her up for cuddles, mister!"

"Can I get cuddles from you though?" Ben asks, grinning as she nods her head. He tucks himself under her arm, laying his head against her shoulder. He could smell her coconut shampoo and the sweet scent of her perfume, both a reminder of who meant the most to him. "Did you catch the game?" He asks, glancing up at her.

"I saw some of the first half and then I saw your goal and that was about it," y/n tells him truthfully. She leans down and kisses the top of his head. "You're on a roll," she giggles, quickly glancing down at Poppy, relieved when she just shifted her head. Y/n's hand came back up to his hair, Ben humming satisfactorily as her nails graze against his scalp. "We're all so proud of you."

"Any word on Lachlan?"

"He watched the match with your parents," y/n hummed, trying not to laugh as she remembers the phone call with Ben's mum, "he nearly took out the coffee table as he tried to the knee sliding celebration, that you taught him." Ben chuckles, hiding his face against her shoulder. His arm lay lazily across her waist, running his thumb against the bit of her hip that was exposed. "He also nearly took out their TV because he wanted to give his daddy a high five," she adds, shushing him as he starts to laugh.

Poppy stirs in her sleep at the sound of daddy's laugh, head tiredly lifting off y/n's chest in search of him. The biggest smile appears on her face as soon as she spots Ben, who's ready to scoop her up off of y/n's chest.

"Hi, pretty girl," Ben cooed, sitting her up on his stomach, propping her against his thighs for added support. She held onto him, tiny fingers wrapping around his much larger fingers. "Did we watch daddy today?" He asks, gaze fixated on her. He thought she looked so much like y/n; from the colour of her eyes to the way she had a very specific smile. She was all y/n.

Poppy nodded her head, babbling nonsense as she looked down at him.

"I can't wait for when you can finally come to your first proper game," he continues, voice soft with love for his daughter, "you, mummy and Lucky, cheering me on in the stands." Poppy moves so she was now laying against his chest, her arms wrapping around his neck. "Because as much as I love coming home to cuddles, I want to be able to look up and see you all in the crowd."

I love dad!ben

Okay, now I will definitely get on with the other request

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell blurb #ben chilwell oneshot #ben chilwell fanfic #chelsea fc #england nt imagine

[giorno-plays-piano]

Material Girl

Pairing: Dabi x reader

Warnings: yandere, violence, home invasion, allusion to dubcon.

Words: 1.5k

Summary: Looking around, Dabi smirked at the sight of a pretty princess sofa, pink pillows, toys, a lovely dressing table with shiny little bottles and cosmetic jars on it, and a huge white wooden wardrobe that was full of dresses, he was sure of it. Huh, so you were daddy's princess, a spoiled little girl who was always getting whatever she wanted.

P.S. All characters are adults.

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When he's landing on a windowsill of someone's house, it's late night, and the deep wound on the right side of his torso hurt so much Dabi wanted to howl like an animal. The blood loss made everything blurry, forcing him to grab the window frame not to fall down.

Dabi had no idea where he was, but heroes had finally lost him, and it's the only thing that mattered. Now he needed to patch himself up and return to the League before he would faint from pain.

Of course, he had no time for looking at his surroundings, but he's forced to when he felt a movement somewhere in front of him, on a large bed covered by a pink blanket - Dabi watched as you lifted your pretty head from the fluffy pillows, blinking and trying to understand what awoke you in the middle of the night. Shame, he thought when he looked at your cute face, wondering if he had to burn you right here right now if you decided to scream, waking up the whole house and giving heroes a chance to trace him again. You, however, stayed silent even when you saw a wounded villain sitting on your windowsill.

Yawning, you slowly got out of bed, and now Dabi could fully appreciate the sight of your alluring body covered only by a see-through nightgown as he stared at your every curve. In any other time he'd definitely comment on the beautiful bends of your body and your bare legs, but his bleading wound was ruining all the mood.

"Aren't you the one from that League of Villains?" You asked him suddenly with curiosity of a kid seeing their favourite hero on TV, showing no fear when you came closer and then stopping right away when you saw the red stains on his coat, his arm pressed tightly to the wound to stop the blood loss. "Oh. You're hurt."

"Thanks for noticing," he said between gritted teeth, thinking if you asked one more stupid question he would definitely burn your house to the ground.

You blinked a couple of times, staring at his blooded arm, then rubbed your eyes, smacked your pouty lips like a child, and slowly moved back to your bed, getting on all fours to grab something from beneath it.

A gun? No, you looked far too calm for someone who was going to defend herself against a villain like him. It was something else, and the curiosity took over his anger when he watched you pulling out a little metal case. What the hell was that and why you weren't scared of him the slightest bit? You certainly knew who he was. Were you so dumb you didn't understand he could kill you because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time?

"What the fuck are you doing?" He finally asked when you turned to him with a case in your hands.

"I'll patch you up," you yawned again as you stepped closer to him, opening the case to demonstrate it was a first-aid kit with bottles of antiseptic, bandages, pills, and all other stuff, "or you're gonna bleed all over the carpet, and daddy will get mad at me."

For the first time, Dabi thought he was in a strange fucking house with a strange fucking family living in it. What the hell did you mean by that? Who was your daddy if seeing blood on the carpet in his daugther's room would make him angry and not scared? Some kind of villain or something?

Looking around, Dabi smirked at the sight of a pretty princess sofa, pink pillows, toys, a lovely dressing table with shiny little bottles and cosmetic jars on it, and a huge white wooden wardrobe that was full of dresses, he was sure of it. Huh, so you were daddy's princess, a spoiled little girl who was always getting whatever she wanted. Dabi finally realized everything here, including even that subtle scent of perfume coming from your hair, was crazy expensive.

Ah, so you were mob's lovely daugther. Now he could understand why the sight of blood didn't scare you.

"Are you used to patching up your daddy?" He grunted when you forced him to take his hand away from the wound, assessing how severe it was.

"I've been doing it all the time when I was younger", you muttered under your breath, seeing how bad the blood loss was and sighing. "I don't have anything to numb the pain, so you'll have to endure it. Just a second."

Then you brought him an opened bottle of martini, and Dabi let out a husky laugh, the pain becoming so unbearable he barely made a sip - and then emptied the fancy bottle with a one long gulp. Taking something hard you gave him to hold in between his teeth, he squeezed his eyes shut.

He didn't remember what happened afterwards when you cleaned his wound and stitched it. He didn't even remember the feeling of your soft sheets and blanket on his skin when you put him on your bed, although he heard you saying something he needed to leave before 7 am next morning because that's when your daddy was going to come up to your room. What he remembered vividly was a dream he saw where he was laying on a meadow with wild flowers blooming in between his burnt fingers.

By the time you woke up just before 7 in the morning, the stranger you were patching up half of the night was long gone, and the window was sealed shut.

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When Dabi looked at a shiny diamond necklace he stole earlier, Toga whistled behind his back, staring at it with wide eyes.

"Woah, where did you get this?" She asked, jumping in front of him and poking the necklace with her tiny finger. "And for whom is it? Is it for some girl?"

Dabi winced, hiding the necklace carelessly in the pocket of his pants as if it didn't cost more than anything he ever held in his hands. He cared little for luxury and these expensive trinkets, but you, certainly a high-maintenance girl, would appreciate something like this, he's sure. He planned to visit you again after his wound healed - not so much to say thank you, but because he liked you, daddy's dumb little girl who wasn't scared of all the burns and wounds on his body. In truth, Dabi was fucking dreaming to lift your pink nightgown and get in between those beautiful thighs of yours.

Funny enough, you didn't look even the least bit surprised to see him on your windowsill again as you drank tea from a fine china cup, half-lying down on your fancy Italian sofa. Seeing him smirking at you as you wore a pink dressing gown that was slightly see-through too, you sent him a flirty stare.

"Hello, Mr. Villain," you smiled, putting your cup on a coffee table but not changing your position, obviously to attract his attention.

Little slut, he thought as he stepped down the fluffy carpet in his combat boots. You were tempting him despite knowing who he was, not showing any signs of being repulsed with his clearly intimidating appearance. Well, you did patch him rather nice, considering the conditions.

"Did I leave any bloodstains the last time?" He asked you, smug.

"A little."

You gestured him to sit on your lavish bed - it was so huge it could probably fit him, Spinner, Shigaraki, and one Nomu altogether, and some space would still be unoccupied.

Snickering, he landed on your pink blanket with casualty as if pretty girls were constantly trying to get him into their beds. You were either incredibly brave or very stupid, he didn't decide it yet.

"Oh, is it for me?" you perked up as you saw something shiny slipping out of Dabi's pocket onto your bed, and he threw the necklace to you like some trinket as if he could get something like that every day with ease.

You proved to be agile when you caught the necklace without leaving the sofa, looking at it with pure admiration in your eyes: you had a good idea how much these diamonds cost, and you immediately put the necklace around your neck, standing up and rushing to your dresser. Judging by the expression of sheer happiness on your face, Dabi chose a right gift for you.

"It's so pretty!" you clasped your hands together, laughing. "Thank you! Oh dear, I certainly have to put a price on my medical services..."

"It's not my payment for that night," he cut you off, standing up and walking over to you until he put his hands on your shoulders, enjoying the heavenly feeling of a fabric of your dressing gown against his skin.

You raised your head, blinking in surprise, "It's not?"

"No. It's your present for today, babygirl," he whispered into your ear, his hand taking the dressing gown off your shoulder.

#dabi bnha #dabi x reader #yandere #dabi #toya todoroki #todoroki touya #todoroki toya x reader #mha dabi #toya todoroki x reader

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 835

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me know, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @maxhorrorgifs (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2021

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"Thomas get yer ass over here!" Charlie yelled after having knocked the man with blue eyes unconscious. Tommy hurried to his older brothers side, looking down to the man before looking to Charlie. "Take this one up to the attic, he'll be a pet for (Y/n)." Charlie snickered as he thought about the excitement his daughter would feel upon receiving such a generous gift. Tommy nodded his head then picked up the man, tossing him onto his shoulder he carried him straight to the attic, where he chained him up by his wrists and ankles. All the while Charlie went to inform his daughter of the news. "(Y/n) darlin' come here a second." He called out as he knocked on her locked bedroom door, smiling to himself when she obeyed him hastily. "Yes daddy?" She tilted her head with curiosity, her big shining eyes like stars. "I've got a present for ya up in the attic." He chuckled when her eyes lit up with excitement, despite the fact that it was brief. "Come on, I wanna show you." He held his hand out to her, leading her straight to the attic when she took his hand. "Close your eyes sweetie." He ordered softly, leading her the rest of the way a bit slower so she wouldn't trip. "Now open your eyes." He chuckled when she gasped in surprise, turning her attention back to her father. "Go on go play with your new pet." He laughed giving her a gentle push, she nodded her head obediently, before slowly approaching the unconscious man. "I'll leave you kids be." Charlie hummed as he exited the attic, despite the fact that (Y/n) and the man were clearly adults.

Curiously she turned her attention back to the man, before scurrying off to fetch some water and a first aid. When she returned she was both relieved and worried that he was still unconscious. She wet a washcloth then began gently wiping away the blood and grime on his handsome face. He stirred awake before jolting upright with a gasp, starling (Y/n) who quickly scooted away from his reach. "Wha- where am I?" He stammered in a daze, his eyes landing on (Y/n), staring at her with confusion before realization swirled in his eyes. "You?" He frowned trying to remember where he'd seen her before. "You were out at the barn, before the sheriff ran you off." He moved his hand to hold the throbbing side of his head, only to grumble when the chain prevented him from being able to do so. "I wanted to help you, I want to help you." (Y/n) spoke softly, making the man still in his movements. "But I can't... Daddy he'd... He'd kill you, and he'd hurt me." She added nervously, softly biting her lip with fearful eyes. "Get me out of here, and I'll protect you." He tried offering, his frown deepening when she shook her head. "You don't understand... Daddy's lost it, and we're the only ones around for miles... He'd find us, he'd kill us both if I tried running away with you." (Y/n)'s eyes glazed over, scooting a little closer to the man. "This is the only way I can keep you safe, daddy knows you're up here, and I can't risk moving you." She whispered. "There must be someone else around here." He pulled at his chains in a vain attempt to break free. "There ain't, everyone's up and left. Even if we could hide from daddy and uncle Tommy, the elements would eventually kill us." (Y/n) frowned as she looked to the floor with shame in her eyes.

"My names Eric." He spoke softly, a smile ghosting his lips when she peered up at him. "I'm (Y/n)." She mirrored his faint smile, before grabbing the first aid kit. "We can... We can try escaping in time, but we have to wait until its safe, otherwise daddy will be expecting it." (Y/n) whispered as she went back to cleaning up Eric's wounds. "How long will that take?" Eric asked with dread. "I don't know." (Y/n) frowned with sad eyes, feeling sorry for Eric and his friends. "I need to save my brother." Eric stated making (Y/n) still in her work. "The blond?" She asked with worried eyes, pulling away from Eric when he nodded his head. "Uncle Tommy was taking him down into his basement when I was getting this." She pointed to the first aid kit. "Nothing but uncle Tommy comes outta there alive." She added in a quiet whisper, jumping when Eric began pulling on his retrains with all the strength he had left. "I'm sorry." (Y/n) whimpered softly before rushing out of the attic, leaving Eric to have some time to morn in peace. Hours went by, and when the sound of screaming erupted from below, Eric couldn't contain his anger. He screamed, he yelled, he beat the ground with his fists, his chains, anything he could get his hands on. All the while the Hewitt family listened from below, Charlie becoming more and more enraged by the minute. "(Y/n) go quiet that mutt of yours, or I'll do it myself!" Charlie barked at his daughter, who jumped before rushing up to the attic. "Eric please!" She called out over the ruckus he was making. "No those are my friends!" Eric yelled his face red and covered in sweat. "I know and I'm so sorry, but you're making daddy mad, you have to stop." She pleaded, squeaking in fright when he threw a lamp her way, which missed her by a foot or so.

"I don't give a damn about your father!" Eric hollered. "If you don't stop he's gonna kill you." (Y/n) tried to reason with him. "He's gonna kill me anyways!" Eric pulled at his chains again. "No he ain't, as long as you obey the rules, he won't kill you, I swear." (Y/n) approached him, stopping just out of his reach. "And what makes you so certain, huh?" Eric hissed through clenched teeth. "Because he doesn't like upsetting me, but if you push him over the edge, there's nothing I can do to stop him." She murmured softly, jumping when Eric rushed at her, the chains holding him back. It was only then that Eric took in her soft features, noticing just how easy she was on the eyes, especially compared to the rest of her family. Eric felt guilt flood into his heart, at the clear fear in her eyes, the jumpy-ness only confirming his subconscious suspicion. (Y/n) was just as much a prisoner here as he was, if not more so, having been stuck here far longer, without the chance of being put out of her misery. His lips parted to speak, but he was interrupted when Charlie barged into the room. "What did I tell-" He cut himself off with a laugh, taking in the sight before him. "Well well well, what do we have here?" He taunted his words causing a blush to bloom across (Y/n)'s cheeks, who stood frozen, her face only inches from Eric's. "I knew you two would get along just fine." Charlie snickered to himself before leaving the room once more. "Please Eric just do as I say, and I'll keep you safe." (Y/n) pleaded with him, smiling sadly when he nodded his head in agreement, giving up reluctantly for his and her sake, knowing deep down their was nothing else he could do for the others.

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*I'm seriously tempted to write a short story series extending this even more. What do you think?

#imagine #gif imagine #extended #texas chainsaw massacre #Texas chainsaw massacre in the beginning #Texas chainsaw in the beginning #Eric hill #tcm #TCM imagine #TCM x reader #TCM Eric Hill #Eric Hill imagine #Eric Hill x reader #charlie hewitt #Texas chainsaw imagine #Texas chainsaw massacre imagine #Texas chainsaw x reader #Texas chainsaw massacre x reader #thomas hewitt #tommy hewitt #leatherface #leatherface imagine #Charlie Hewitt imagine #matt bomer #Matt bomer imagine #I always had a crush on Eric because of his beautiful blue eyes #Sheriff Hewitt #Hoyt #Texas chainsaw massacre the beginning #Texas chainsaw massacre Eric Hill

[pirateprincessblog]

Thunder 》 K. Hongjoong

This was written a long time ago I'm better now I promise I just need to get myself to write something 💀

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𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝒀𝒆𝒔/𝑵𝒐

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Hongjoong (ATEEZ) x Reader

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: just pure smut lol

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 2100

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: The reader is scared of thunder, but Hongjoong is there to make her feel better.

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The rain is pouring outside so hard tonight and the room is lighting up every few minutes, followed by a sound I hate. It wouldn't be a big problem if I wasn't alone. He said he'd be home before midnight and I fell asleep long ago.

With my head still on the pillow I grab the phone from the nightstand to check the time. The numbers on the screen are telling me that he lied. Under the numbers stood a message. A message from his friend.

He drank a bit, please be careful with him. The conversation didn't go as planned.

I remember when I used to do that to my mother. Now I understand how she felt: worried and tired of waiting. Just as I close my eyes to continue sleeping, I hear the sound of the familiar keys and the door closing. After that, I hear the sound of liquid being poured into a glass, followed by loud gulps. I open my eyes and see the faint light coming from the kitchen. He never came home drunk and this is my first time that I'll have to deal with it. He has every right to be like this. It was a great opportunity for his company and he poured his mind and heart into the presentation of the idea.

The lights turned off in the kitchen, signaling that he is coming towards the bedroom. I get up slowly and I start to pick my words carefully. He reaches for the lamp on his nightstand and now I can finally see him. The word worried is pasted all over my face as I stare at his pale face and dark circles around his eyes. Finally, he sits down on the bed, turning his back towards me.

"Hongjoong?" I try to speak, but my throat is suddenly dry. He doesn't move. Instead, he lazily starts loosing up his tie and unbuttons his white shirt. I watch as he starts takes off his shirt, leaving me to stare at his back. "Hongjoong." I try one more time. He sighs and puts his shirt back so it rests on his shoulders, not buttoning it up again. Then, he burries his face into his hands and sighs one more time.

As much as I'd love to take off that white shirt and just stare at him, I know he needs me and lots of support. "I had one job." His raspy voice finally speaks. "One fucking job. And what did I do? I chickened out like a six-year-old that has to sing a Christmas song to mommy and daddy," the brown haired boy slowly started letting out all the anger he was forced to hold inside in front of his partners. "I blew my first opportunity. After this, I doubt I'll get any more."

I try to speak, but he interrupts me by roughly taking his tie off and throwing it on the floor. His small design company was supposed to get big after tonight's meeting and he was supposed to be the happiest man alive. He loves designing, he loves leaving his signatures on clothes and he loves seeing those clothes on other people. A few models with his jackets and t-shirts on Instagram and a few good feedbacks was all he needed. Not fame, just appreciation.

"Fucking idiot." Hongjoong is the scariest when he is calm because I know something is building up inside of him. I'm just waiting for the moment he will snap. He turns his head towards me aggressively, his eyes staring into mine. At that moment a bright blue light lights up his face for a few seconds, making me gasp and move back on the bed. His gaze softens and he gets up to close the windows I was too scared to even touch. "Still can't close the windows when it thunders?" I can feel a faint smile on his as he asks me.

"Yes, " I answer and turn on my lamp on too, so I don't see the room light up, "you know I always make you close them."

"You do, and I think it's adorable." the slightly drunk man comes towards my side of the bed and sits on the mattress, reaching for my cheek to caress it with his thumb. "But I don't need adorable tonight." his hand drops down on my neck and his fingers find the two spots under my jaw, pressing them softly. A sigh leaves my lips as I watch him get closer and feel his fingers get tighter around my neck. "Do I need your permission to destroy you tonight?"

I don't answer. Instead, I grab his shirt and pull him in for a kiss. His lips taste like wine and in combination with his grip on my neck, it's making me dizzy and warm. The blanket soon ends up on the floor and he lays down over my body. His hand leaves my neck for a few seconds, but after two clicks, it returns to its previous position. The lights are now off and now I can't see him. I can only feel him and hear him. My lips are slowly sucking his, and my tongue occasionally brushes against his. I know it drives him crazy when I suck his lips so much that they become plump and red.

"Just a second, baby." the brown haired man pulls away and starts taking his shirt off, but I stop him. "What is it?" again, instead of answering, I pull him back down and continue kissing him. His hands are now on my waist and they're going up towards my breasts. I never wear bras at night and, judging by the smirk on his face before even touching my skin, he knows that. The room lights up again and for a sweet second I see his plump lips and messy hair right in front of me. "I know you are scared. But I promise it will feel so good that every time it thunders in the future, you'll get wet because of memories of this night."

His warm hands take off his shirt which I always wore to sleep, then my short pajamas. "Please keep those clothes on." I beg. Hongjoong looks and is dominant anyhow, but the suit pants and the white shirt are just a bonus to that. He laughs at my words. "Please?" I ask one more time.

"Of course." his hands brush over my breasts and sensitive areas, making me gasp in pleasure. "I would really like to take my time with you and touch you slowly, but I would also like to bury my cock deep into you and make you suck on my fingers." with those words, his fingers slide down towards my panties and instead of taking them off, he pulls them aside and stops. "But a little teasing never killed anyone, right?" his lips slowly brush down my body: from my lips, down my neck, between my breasts and across my stomach. He skips the place I hoped would be next and continues leaving kisses on my inner thighs, his fingers going up and down against my legs, as if trying to warm me up. "You know, you always complain that you can't wear heels. Or that you can't stand too close to me in public because you are taller than me. But, my babygirl, your long beautiful legs are what make you special. And believe me, it's a pleasure to have them wrapped around my waist or over my shoulders as I make you scream."

I hear a wet sound, as if his tongue is licking something, but I don't feel anything. Just as I reach to turn on the lamp, the lightning lights up his face and I moan at the sight. His tongue is going around his two fingers and he smirks at me. He proceeds to make his fingers wet for a few more seconds, and finally, slides them between my folds. I gasp in pleasure and immediately reach for his hair so I can pull it. "Fuck." I whisper.

His movements are slow but harsh and I feel like I could explode any second. I put my legs over his shoulders and pull his hair as his fingers slide between my folds quicker. Then, the brown haired man stops and I hear the sound of the belt, followed by the zipper. "Open your mouth, sweetie." I listen to him and open my mouth, expecting his warm cock. But instead, he puts his fingers in my mouth and tells me to suck them. "I think you are wet enough for both of us. What do you say?"

I want to answer, but I get interrupted with a strong thrust into me. "Fuck!" I can't help but yell.

"Does it hurt?" the room lights up a bit longer this time and I see that he kept his clothes on, just like I asked him. His cock is pulled out through the zipper and his shirt is still sitting on his shoulders, revealing his chest and stomach only. "Does it hurt, babygirl? Should I stop?" there's no concern in his voice, only teasing.

"Don't stop, please don't stop." his movements are now quick and rough. My wetness is allowing him to slide in and out effortlessly and I wish I could see his face right now. The only sounds I hear are wet sounds, loud sighs and moans and the sound of our skins clapping. "Joong-"

"Yes, baby?" he slows down. "Are you feeling good? Is the thunder scaring my lovely babygirl?"

The mixture of fear and pleasure made my body feel excited and even more sensitive than it already is. "N-no." I manage to say between my moans. I finally get the courage and strength to turn on the lamp on our side of the bed.

The sight was truly perfect. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and chest, the veins on his hands popped up as he held my hips tightly, his lips were red and his hair was messy and drenched in sweat. It seemed like that was enough for me to orgasm. He let go of my hips and moved my legs off his shoulders and put them on the mattress so he could get closer to me and press his lips against mine. His fingers found their way to my clit, speeding up the process.

Finally, I allow myself to close my eyes and completely relax into his arms. The brown haired man speeds up again, matching the pace of his fingers on my clit. "I'm really close, Joong." I feel the room light up a few more times and I feel Hongjoongs tongue brush against mine.

"Just a bit more, sweetie. Come on."

I open my eyes again and look at him. He doesn't have his eyes closed. Instead, he's looking at my face, pleased with the reactions he's getting. "I don't think I can-" I get interrupted by a loud sound of the thunder. The fear rushes up my spine again, but Hongjoong makes sure to quickly replace it with pleasure. "Please..."

He throws his head back in pleasure and slows down one more time. "Shit, baby. Fuck that feels amazing."

The room is filled with his sighs and quiet moans and it's the hottest thing I've ever heard. The pleasure is building up inside of me and I decide to let go. I grab his shoulders tightly and bite into my hand, trying to keep myself from moaning loudly.

"No. Don't do that." Hongjoong moves my hand away from my mouth and holds it firmly against the mattress above my head. "Moan for me. I want to hear you. I need to hear you." his voice is breathy and deeper than usual. "Help me cum, sweetheart. Help daddy cum."

The minute the word daddy leaves his mouth, I let out one last moan and feel a big wave of pleasure go through my body. A few more swear words leave his mouth before he cums too, collapsing right next to me. "Fucking hell, baby."

"Agreed." I reply with a laugh. I stay in that position for a few moments so I can calm down. I feel Hongjoong move next to me and I look over at him. His hand reaches towards my face to move my hair from it. "What are you smiling at?"

"Just wondering..."

"What?"

"Will you be looking forward to the thunder from now on?"

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[sorryimanon]

Character: Katsuki Bakugou

Warnings/tags: heart warming fluff, language, and suggestive themes

Word count: 2.5k

In which your boyfriend takes it upon himself to pamper you on his day off.

Author’s note: some self indulgent fluff. this is a continuation of dad!bakugou and torch daughter. there will be more. enjoy :)

D/N= daughters name

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Katsuki heavily relied on you to babysit your rambunctious four year old daughter during the days when he'd be on patrol from dusk till dawn. Very rarely would he be home before the two of you tucked yourselves in for the night, leaving him to eat the leftovers from dinner alone at the table. As sad as it is, it didn't bother you in the slightest. In fact, knowing Katsuki was keeping the crime rate of Japan low, you were more than happy to become a stay at home mom. Most of your friends tried to talk you out of it, but you were already settled after giving your two weeks notice at your low paying job. Waking up and seeing your daughter first thing in the morning is better than staring blankly at a bright screen all day behind a musty wall, running on nothing but decaf coffee, and sluggishly going to and fro like a zombie.

Ever since your daughter manifested her quirk, you’ve been trying your best to maintain her sudden outbursts while at home. The doctor prescribed it as Torch: the ability to become a human torch and ignite flames throughout your body and fingertips. For now d/n is only capable of setting herself on fire, using the flames as a barrier to protect her from any harm instead of combating. However, sometimes she'll forget to extinguish herself, having you to manually use an actual fire extinguisher on her. Burn marks would litter the outskirts of your shirts, the aftermath ash smudged on your face, and the tiny hairs on your forearms long gone after handling d/n.

Your boyfriend appreciates the way how you compose yourself around d/n, not allowing the temptation to fling the little gremlin out the window prevail, because if the roles were reversed it'd be a whole different story. Sometimes he sits back in his desk chair, after a long night of meandering around the city, and tries to remember the last time you were properly treated. Of course, Katsuki never fails to remind you day and night he loves you through his actions, some including selfish indulgence late at nights, but all in all he didn't lack being the hopeless romantic counterpart for you. He wanted you to take a break from it all, have him handle the at home duties and the slimy daughter. Leaning back against the chair with his brows furrowed slightly, he began to mentally plan out your day already.

It was a Friday when Katsuki forced himself out of the comfortable security that is your arms and walked with light feet to his daughters bedroom. Today is his day off, so he has to make sure everything goes smoothly or else he's going to have more burn marks on his office desk.

He didn't bother knocking first and saunters in the familiar space, the faint snores from d/n somehow relaxing him. Her walls were freshly painted a light shade of blue, the contrast not too saturated to peel the attention away from her posters that covered every inch of her room, all of which were pictures of his prohero colleagues. D/N had to beg for her father to purchase a Deku poster, one of which she saw don display when the both of you brought her to the mall for a quick trip. He internally cringes every time he makes eye contact with the lifeless eyes of Deku when he enters her room.

Katsuki neared his daughter and kneeled down to where his head was leveled with hers, chuckling lightly when finding a small pool of drool collecting on her cheek.

"Wake up little shit," he whispers, nudging her uncovered shoulder with his knuckles, startling her eyes to flutter open. D/n nearly gasped at the sight of her father. The covers that were wrapped snuggly around her fell at the foot of her bed when she jolted up in surprise, eyes brimming with excitement.

"It's today right? Mommy's day!" Katsuki covered her mouth with his abnormally large hand, not wanting her obnoxious voice to blow their cover.

"Yes, but you're gonna have to be quiet for daddy. Don't want to spoil the surprise for mommy, you understand ya little brat?"

Hand still attached to her mouth, d/n nodded her head feverishly, hands clenched into tiny fits. Once he thinks she's shimmered down a little, he finally removes his hand and motions her to follow him.

Meanwhile in the other room, you were still fast asleep, limbs not once switching from their position over the cozy blanket. The chill breeze from the propped window regulated your body temperature nicely, along with the beautiful songs sung by the birds that reside in the trees close by. You stirred awake momentarily, feeling the loss of a presence that's usually laying beside you during these times of slumber. Katsuki's side was empty, the indent from his body molded onto the foam mattress, leaving you to believe he woke up not that long ago.

After convincing yourself to leave the comfort of your bed, you decided to search for the missing blonde. You crack open the door to a weird combination of radio music blaring throughout the house, and the delicious smell of something cooking in grease. It's no doubt your boyfriends doing. He always likes to impress you with how skillful he is in the kitchen. He hasn't made a dish you disliked yet nor will he allow himself to do so.

Standing side by side, minus the height difference, d/n and Katsuki both were too immersed in their cooking to notice you leaning against the island counter, trying very hard to not cry instantly at the sight in front of you. Watching them interact together was definitely something you'd be treasuring for the years to come.

A rush of savory and sweetness infiltrated your senses, the scent strong enough to knock you back to sleep. As if he read your mind overnight, Katsuki took it upon himself to prepare your favorite breakfast dishes. The dinner table made for three already set by none other than d/n, who currently looked proud at her work and craftsmanship. A large vase was propped in the center, a collection of vibrant flowers stuffed to the brim, the water inside almost overflowing. Attached to one of the stems of the flowers was a tag, the handwriting sloppy and hard to decipher.

To my dumbass, love ya - K.B

You felt the delicate touch of your daughter wrapping her hand around yours, giving it a slight tug before pulling you into the kitchen again. Katsuki flicked his gaze to you now, flashing the same mischievous grin you grew to love. his hands simultaneously worked on the food while taming the animal, that is indeed your daughter, from bumping into the pan handles.

"What's all this for?" You asked, the question directly appointed to both your boyfriend and daughter.

"Oh, so I can't treat my sexy girlfriend to a good meal?" he teased while setting the burners to low, letting the food cool off before plating it. Your daughter audibly gagged at the comment and swatted Katsuki's arm.

D/N's tiny legs were faster than yours and reached the cabinet where the plates and cutlery were stored at. To her dismay, the cabinet was higher than she anticipated. trying her best to waiver down the disappointment as she climbed on the sleek marble counter top, losing her footing here and there. Katsuki caught her in time before she misplaced her footing and almost toppled onto the floor.

"May I need to remind you not to climb on the damn counter tops anymore d/n?" he scolded as he put her down before grabbing enough plates for everyone.

Pursing her lips tightly, she crossed her arms and said, "But if I'm going to be a future hero then I have to battle my way through tough obstacles!"

U.A's immense training and work studies came in handy when dealing with d/n's hard headed ideologies. It's been a stressful reoccurrence, having to constantly teach her the importance of being a hero at such a young age. Her impulsive tendencies mirrored the blondes old habit of taking action before thinking. But there was always a saying when storing away your fear and facing danger head on.

"That's true, but sometimes a little teamwork wouldn't hurt. Your father should know a thing or two about that when he was a young U.A student," you said as you patted her head.

"What'd you say shitty woman? Talking crap so early in the morning already?" a strange popping sound alerted you to turn around, only to find Katsuki flaring his flashy quirk with a glare that could splice you open.

But his alarming gaze wasn't the thing that was scaring you at the moment.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT USING YOUR QUIRK IN THE HOUSE! YOU'RE GONNA SET OFF THE FIRE ALARM AGAIN, IDIOT!"

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You thought the smorgasbord of a breakfast was the last of your boyfriends romantic gestures, but you should've known better once he demanded you to change out of your sleep attire and into something to  wear outside. Not thinking twice about where he was dragging you to, including daughter, you decided to play it safe. He approved on your choice of ripped jeans, synthetic tank top, and thrown on cardigan once heading off to the car.

The car ride to the mysterious destination was short lived as your boyfriend pulled up into the driveway of his old house. Mitsuki stood waiting by the threshold of the doorway, waving her fingers sweetly to whom you can only assume was you and not her only son. She stepped off the porch once Katsuki shifted the car in park, unlocking the doors as well. His mother reached the side where d/n stayed strapped in her seat and yanked the door open.

"Ah my little princess! How have you been? I missed you so much!" She unbuckled d/n's seat belt and flattened her in a tight hug, squeezing till her eyes popped out. "I can't wait to spend the weekend with you baby girl! Are you excited to have a little fun with grandma?!"

"Calm the fuck down, you're gonna kill her if you keep squeezing!" Katsuki's voice boomed out of the window.

"Oh pipe down you little shit I'm not harming her! Also don't talk to me like that! You're old enough to treat me with some respect by now!"

"SHUT UP YOU OLD HAG! JUST TAKE THE LITTLE GREMLIN AND GO!"

After the heated exchange, Katsuki eventually calmed down and drove the two of you back to the house in complete silence. It was quite a shift in a sense of environment wise. By now d/n would be begging you to make her some pudding or pour her a cup of lemonade, then place yourselves in front of the tv watching a random kids program till evening. Tonight you lend the torch to your boyfriend, allowing whatever devious plan he conjured up to unfold.

Before you could shuffle into your shared bedroom, Katsuki placed his calloused hands onto your cramped shoulders. Merely centimeters from your ear, he laid a chaste kiss on the area beneath it, smiling at your innocent reaction to his sudden actions and nuzzled into the crook of your neck. You smelt the familiar scent of caramel and men’s soap, both of which you undoubtably loved when combined.

“Suki?” Upon hearing his nickname, Katsuki quirked an eyebrow at you. “What’s with all the romantic gestures lately? Cooking my favorite breakfast, the flowers, and our daughter. Don’t get me wrong, I love her! It’s just nice not to worry about if she’ll set the curtains on fire again.”

You felt the vibrations of him chuckling behind you.

“Isn’t it obvious? I just want to fuck the shit out of you,” you sat paralyzed by his bluntness. his tuft hair tickled the underside of your chin, earning him an acute giggle from you. “I’m just kidding, pretty face. I figured you needed a weekend where you just relax and did nothing. Let me do all the work. That’s including getting rid of the brat.”

Shifting in his arms to where you can face him, you can now see the adoration oozing from usual heated glare of his vermillion eyes, the scowl long gone and replaced with a soften feature not so many from the outside can witness. To think this was the man you devoted yourself and love for, to allow him to bare witness anything and everything you endure. He’s a man of showing his compassion through his actions, not lousy words of affirmations that anyone could sputter out and proclaim its love. No, he reflects back everything right with the world, even when you felt the weight of it searing through your system, dragging it down with you. The same explosive blonde awaits patiently by the opening for you to enter, no matter how long it’ll take for you to accept his love. Because he’ll be there. Waiting.

And here he is waiting. In your arms to repeat those three words you made out from watching the movement of his lips.

The words leave your mouth effortlessly, the proclamation hanging in the air between you two.

“I love you too, Katsuki. Thank you so much, for everything.” Like so, you kiss the plump flesh of his lips, the same inflammation of your heart burning as before. The strong muscle of his tongue prods your entrance, practically begging by licking your bottom lip. Katsuki grabbed your chin as gentle as he could muster, titling it for a better leverage to explore your mouth in return. Your hands trailed across the defining shape of his collarbones, rubbing any part of his body so that your fingers remained busy. Both of you hum in satisfaction, relishing in the feeling of the intimate moment. To your disliking, he removes his lips from yours and hovers instead, panting from the mini-make out session seconds ago.

“I’m going to marry you some day, mark my words. So don’t act fucking stupid when I pop the question,” he hotly proclaims, not once removing those piercing red eyes from yours. That’s when you knew he wasn’t bullshitting. If there’s one thing you learned about Katsuki over the years of dating, is that he doesn’t throw out promises in the air nonchalantly without keeping them. You can vaguely hear the ominous sound of wedding bells in your ears.

“Sounds intriguing. I always wanted to see you in a suit and tie.”

“Ya know, maybe someday might be tomorrow-.”

You cut him off with a scorching peck, making his eyes widen and dilate with every given second you laid your lips onto his. “Shut up babe and ravish me already.”

A mischievous grin forms on his mouth as he links his arms around the back of your knees and hoists you over his shoulder. He erupted into fits of laughter after hearing you squeak from the abruptness. The door to your shared bedroom came into view, your boyfriend kicking it with his free foot before entering through the threshold.

“You’re in for a long night sweetheart. Now that our daughter isn’t here, I’m not holding back on anything,” he threatens as he lays you down on the comforter.

Another thing you learned from your relationship. Katsuki is always true to his word.

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