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nowritingonthewall · 10 months

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Absolutely loved your 👶 and 💍 headcannons for Steven, not to mention Marc’s marriage headcannons. If you don’t mind, could you do 👶 headcannons with Jake and Marc (and possibly 💍 for Jake)?

Hello lovely Nonnie, here comes part two 🥰

!Content warning for pregnancy, parenthood, and past trauma!

Please be aware that I am neither an expert on DID nor on trauma.

Angsty because it’s Marc, but also fluffy because he deserves it.

👶 Family headcanons with Marc Spector (x female reader)

- When you first find out that you are pregnant, Marc is absolutely terrified of the idea of becoming a father. No matter how far he may have come on his healing journey, a part of him is still grappling with the guilt of not being able to save his little brother, while another part keeps telling him that he wasn’t able to protect Steven the way that he should have.

How could he, Marc Spector, who ruins the life of everybody that he gets in contact with, be trusted with the responsibility of taking care of something as precious and fragile and helpless as a newborn child? And what about when they grow up? What will happen if his child witnesses him being triggered into a melt down, what kind of pain will he inflict upon them if he isn’t able to control his rage and aggression in front of them? And his nightmare of all nightmares: What if he turns into his mother?

- So, while Steven dives straight into learning everything possible there is to know about pregnancy and child birth, as Jake launches ‘Project mission impossible: making your flat child safe’, Marc falls back on his instinct to retreat and let Steven and Jake be the fathers that your child deserves. Of course, neither you nor his alters are ready to accept that.

It’ll take a lot of love and patience to convince him how much he is worthy of being a father, but fortunately, he has got you and Steven and Jake to help and support him (and he doesn’t deserve any less).

- During the first few weeks of your pregnancy, he carefully avoids your bump as if he could hurt your unborn child just by touching it.

When his hand lands on your belly for the first time by pure accident and he can feel the little one reacting to him, it suddenly hits him in all its brutal force, the reality of it all and the small and precious little life growing inside of you. But before the rising panic can get a proper hold of him, you carefully lay a re-assuring hand over his, while you gently cup his face with your other hand and remind him how to breathe and that he wasn’t alone and that everything was going to be okay. When his breathing returns to normal, you ask him carefully whether he would like to see the first sonogram of his son. Not letting go of his hand, you wait until he nods ever so slightly before presenting him with the very first ultrasonic scan of your child. You can see a whole galaxy of emotions pass through his eyes before he looks back to you with a soft yet determined gentleness.

Marc is a protector. And while his unshakable need to protect the ones he loves may not erase his fears, it is certainly strong enough to pose a counterweight to be reckoned with. And you are there. And Steven. And Jake.

And maybe… just maybe… it is going to be okay…

- His protectiveness doesn’t only go through the roof; it flies right to the end of the universe and back again. You so much as think of lifting anything heavier than a cup of tea and he is at your side immediately, offering a helping hand. (He respects you way too much to simply take anything out of your hands, but he is always there to offer his help.)

At the slightest sign of you showing any discomfort, he’s there, with no need or wish of you being too ridiculous or too exhausting to fulfil. Even though he may struggle to put his feelings into words, his actions more than speak for themselves.

He would take all the pain from you, if only he could find a way to do so.

- Your sudden mood swings are particularly hard on him in the beginning. Every time you start to cry for no apparent reason, he defaults to assuming that he must have done something wrong. Even after Steven has had a long and detailed discussion with him about “those bleedin’ ‘ormones”.

Yet, no matter how much it may hurt himself to see you in discomfort and no matter how helpless he may feel upon having to watch you being in pain without being able to do anything to ease it, he swallows it all down, as he lies down with you, gently holding you and hugging you and stroking your back until you are feeling a little better.

- The first time that Marc finds himself completely alone with your son lying in front of him on the changing table, he struggles to fight against the all too familiar rising panic of doing something wrong.

As his son looks up at him with his bright and shining eyes, he can see Steven in them, his wonder and curiosity. He can see Roro in them, his innocence and admiration for his older brother. He remembers how his mother would shush him away harshly, whenever he wanted to help her take care of little Roro. As if he could hurt his little brother, simply by being there. And somehow it was always his fault whenever Roro started to cry.

But instead of starting to cry when Marc cradles his head with his warm protective hand ever so softly, his son squeals and kicks his little legs into the air, before trying to grab for Marc’s curls.

And then he can see himself. Innocent little Marc who never understood what he had done to deserve to be treated like that by his mother. Before he had given her a reason to hate him. And as his silent tears start to fall, Steven’s words are echoing through his mind, “It wasn’t your fault!”

With the excited babbling of his son bringing him back to the present, he begins to smile through his tears. One of those rare and real Marc smiles.

Placing the softest of kisses on his son’s forehead, he whispers, “Hey, little one. I am sorry that you’re stuck with me as your dad. But you’ve got the best mommy in the whole world and your other two dads are there to make sure that I don’t screw up, okay? And… I promise that I’m always gonna be there for you, little one!”

- In the beginning, Marc feels somewhat anxious about never knowing what to say to your little son (and later your daughter) and just chatter away like Steven would. He doesn’t really know any lullabies, either, because he can’t remember his parents ever singing to him and the memory of his mother singing to Roro is still too painful to explore. So at one point he starts to gently hum whatever melody comes to his mind and your little ones don’t seem to mind at all to be softly lulled to sleep by hard rock or metal melodies.

The first few times you catch him doing so, he immediately stops, all flustered and maybe even a little ashamed. So you start to listen from the next room, which may be a little sneaky, but you can’t resist that beautiful sound of his voice, gently floating through your flat like a soothing and nourishing balm for everything that is hurting in your mind and heart and soul.

One night, though, when the both of you are particularly exhausted and your son won’t stop crying, no matter how hard you try to soothe him, and you are fighting to get up again, Marc softly tells you to go back to sleep, even though he is hardly able to keep himself up on his own two feet himself. A few minutes later you find them on the coach, your little son curled up on Marc’s chest, his little fingers buried into the fabric of his dad’s shirt, slumbering peacefully as Marc keeps gently humming what happens to be your very favourite song. When he doesn’t stop upon noticing you standing in the doorway, you tiptoe over to them, carefully smooth a stray curl from his face and place a soft kiss to his forehead before whispering, “You’ve got a lovely voice, sweetie. May I join you?” Probably too tired to protest, he just smiles and nods, reaching out his arm for you to invite you to snuggle up to him.

So now, whenever you are the one who can’t sleep or you are just yearning for a little peace of mind, you ask Marc whether he could hum a little tune for you with that beautifully soothing voice of his. And he is always happy to hold you tight while softly lulling you to sleep.

- Marc prefers structured baby carriers to buggies and strollers. With his kids safely secured to him, it’s so much easier to keep his hands free for fighting off villains and potential kidnapping attempts. Even while constantly scanning your surroundings, he keeps checking on your kids every few seconds, making sure that they are still comfortable and their head doesn’t loll into a weird position. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the warm feeling that caresses your heart whenever you see his eyes soften as he looks down at your children in complete awe, the little wonder so close to his heart.

- Marc never leaves your little ones to cry on their own. Especially after you have reassured him that it is literally impossible to love and comfort a baby too much.

As soon as he hears the tiniest of sobs in the next room, he needs to check on them. Always careful, never overwhelming them with his protective yet calm manners, but always there in case they might need him. And your little ones know that he’ll be their safe haven as soon as they reach out their little arms for him.

Now and then he has to stifle a sob over how trusting your children are towards him. And even though you always notice, he usually acts as if it was nothing. But he’ll still allow you to pull him into a hug and melts into you as you gently stroke over his hair, placing a loving and knowing kiss on top of his head.

With every reassuring word from you, the raging screams of his mother in his mind are fading a little more and every time that his kids are reaching out for him with nothing but endless trust in their eyes, another wound in his heart begins to heal.

- Marc doesn’t let loose easily. Even though his frown is turned upside down a lot more frequently ever since your children came into your life, it still takes a lot for him to let down his guard. So you are more than a little surprised when you come home during your kids’ very first mummy wrap game that quickly turned into a full blown toilet paper battle and it’s actually Marc fronting and laughing until is beautiful eye crinkles are sprinkled with tears of happiness.

Instead of stern looks or even screams reprimanding him, he is met with the delighted squeals and giggles of his children, which are soon accompanied by your wonderful laughter. So he doesn’t stop until every piece of toilet paper is destroyed and you are all lying on the floor cuddled together for official peace talks. The moment that he properly takes in the mess and the first signs of guilt start to creep up on his face, you pull him closer and cover his face in soft little kisses so that those nasty feelings immediately surrender and retreat to where they came from.

- We know that Marc is the most ticklish one of your boys and he loves to draw those little giggles from your kids after finding out that gently tickling them is such a lovely way to make them smile again, whenever they seem close to crying (though he always goes through his little checklist to make sure that everything else is okay, first).

That is, until your kids become a little older and Jake sneakily teaches them how to tickle back. Your beloved cosy morning cuddle sessions with Marc and your little ones quickly turn into absolute mayhem after that.

- Marc has a hard time saying no to his children, unless there’s an immediate threat to their safety (and even then it breaks his heart to see their disappointed faces). Sometimes you come home to find him covered from head to toe in finger paint as your kids are discovering their artistic talents. Sometimes you find him with a hundred little tails and bows in his hair. And sometimes you just have to rescue him after being tied to a chair for hours.

- Marc used to love the original Star Wars trilogy when he was a kid. In fact, those were probably the only movies that came even close to rivalling his love for Tomb Buster. And despite all the pain that comes with remembering how he used to watch them with his little brother, re-discovering that universe with your children gives him a chance to balance those painful memories with more happy ones.

When your little family sits down in front of the tv to watch The Force Awakens for the very first time together, it doesn’t take long for your kids’ eyes to grow larger than the moon. As a certain dashingly handsome and brave flyboy appears on the screen, your son’s eyes dart to his dad. And he looks back at the screen. And he looks at his dad. And he looks back at the screen. And he looks at his dad. And he looks back at the screen. And he looks at his dad. And then he lowers his voice, whispering conspiratorially, “Dad, are you… are you a hero in disguise on a secret undercover mission?”

As you involuntarily snort into your tea, your daughter explains matter-of-factly, “Of course he’s a hero, dummy. That’s why there are never any monsters under our bed. Have you seen the size of the spider he caught in the kitchen yesterday?”

Needless to say who Marc has to disguise as for Halloween for the next couple of years. And your kids are very persistent in their opinion of believing that of all the boys, Marc is the one that resembles Poe the most. Even more so when you’re able to convince him to grow those poe-tic mini sideburns (which only takes, like, two days).

And after an exciting evening of guising (or trick-or-treating), he turns into an X-wing and carries his little rebels safely back home.

- Marc gives the warmest, most comforting and reassuring hugs imaginable. And your children never completely outgrow their longing for being welcomed by his open arms. Whether they just need a shoulder to cry on or a moment of really basking in the warmth of feeling unconditionally loved and cared for, completely safe as if nothing in the universe could ever hurt them.

His hugs were really born from his endless need to protect and comfort his children, while at the same time being convinced that anything he might say would only make things worse. So he had just hoped that your children would be able to feel at least a fraction of the love and care that he put into each of his hugs.

When your daughter gets her heart broken by a boy for the very first time and you aren’t home yet, he sits with her for hours, desperately trying to ignore all the things that he would like to do to that bastard. Just holding her close to his heart, gently stroking up and down her back. Answering each of her sobs with a soft kiss to her temple. Hugging her a little tighter whenever a new wave of tears begins to fall.

When her sobs begin to subside, she looks up at him, smiling through her tears, and gives him a heart-felt kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, Dad!”

“What for, Sweetie?”

“For… well... you never try to talk me out of my shitty feelings. You just accept them and me, and… and… and are just there for me. And… I love you, Dad!”

Now it’s Marc that needs a hug. All this time he has thought that nothing he could try would ever be good enough. And now it looks like the parts of him that make him feel like failing his children the most are actually exactly what they seem to have needed all along.

He gets that hug and so much more when you find him on the couch that night, after having a long comforting session with your daughter yourself. And it seems like you know exactly what’s going through his mind. Somehow, you always know.

Wrapping your arms around him from behind, you slowly let your hands wander down his arms until your chin comes to rest on his shoulder and you can intertwine your hands with his.

“You’re a wonderful dad, Marc.”

“Yeah… because of Steven and Jake and you.”

“And you!” You gently cup his cheek and guide his head to make him look at you.

“Your children love you, Marc. We love you!”

Before his first sob can really break to the surface, you catch it with your wonderfully warm lips. Your own tears are threatening to fall when you can feel how easily he melts into your embrace. How readily he buries his face in the crook of your neck as if it was the most natural place for him to rest his head. How he completely trusts you to hold him and everything that he is carrying in his heart.

How so much of his pain and despair has turned into trust and love.

And maybe. Maybe it really is going to be okay.

#marc spector #moon knight #oscar isaac #marc spector x reader #marc x reader #marc spector x you #reader insert #fanfiction #chrissie tries to write #chrissie gifs #tw: pregnancy #tw: children #tw: parenthood #tw: trauma

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fallinfl0wers · 1 year

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hii, how r u?

these days i have a bit of a baby fever so 😶‍🌫️ can i request childe, xiao and zhongli looking after their baby with their s/o (separately)? thank you!!!

fandom: genshin impact characters: childe, xiao, zhongli reader type: female summary: babies are tiny, cute, and noisy, and vulnerable, and soft, and if you see one, it's only natural you want to take care of them, or at the very least hope they're not in any discomfort. how do they look after their baby with you? genre: general, fluff, family-centric warnings: female reader, children, you and the characters are married notes: aaa, i loved making these ones! i needed some softness TwT

Childe.

He k n o w s his way around children! You can rest assured, he will always know what to do in any situation!

Your baby has the softest clothes and blankets and pillows and plushies, he WILL start spoiling your little one since the first minute.

He gets so hyper and soft when it's about your baby, it's endearing seeing him baby-talk to your little one and making them laugh and smile while he holds them.

When it comes to changing diapers, preparing meals, or bathing your baby, he's always there to help you (when he's around).

His job keeps him from being the type of father and husband he'd like to be, so he just doubles his efforts when he can spend long times with you!

That means, if baby wakes up in the middle of the night and you're just so tired all you want is sleep, Childe's got you covered!

He'll get up to take care of the baby until they fall asleep again and might also fall asleep in an uncomfortable position near the crib if it took too long for the baby to go back to sleep.

He's really the biggest fan of you and your baby, makes sure to capture each and every possible moment with a Kamera and keeps all the pictures in an album!

Will be very overprotective, if he can't be around he assings fatui agents that he trusts and have them be always nearby to watch over you and protect you or just run errands for you if you need anything.

He also tries his best to not be too reckless in battle, he wouldn't want to leave you or his child to fend for yourselves, after all!

In the unlikely case something terrible did end up happening to him, he already has a separate bank account he puts a lot of money in so he can make sure you won't be on your own if anything does happen.

Will also tell the child that he's a toyseller when the kid is old enough to ask about his profession. He wants to protect their innocence for as long as he can.

Xiao.

Seven Archons please help this man. He has zero idea how to treat people like, well, normal humans like you do. And now he has to look after a super tiny person? A baby? What do you do to a baby? What do you do with a baby?

I'm very sure he did research asking people he trusted and reading any book on the topic he could find, but when it comes to actually looking after the baby, his mind is empty.

Why do babies have to be so tiny and fragile.

He's spending less time on demon-hunting duty because there's absolutely no way he's letting you overexert yourself between resting after giving birth, caring for the baby and going back to work- let him support you and don't be stubborn!

Changing diapers isn't disgusting to him, it was just very confusing at first, but he soon got the hang of it.

He mostly stays in the sidelines when it comes to baths and feeding the baby, but he can prepare the food if you give him the proper instructions.

He won't admit it, but he lowkey got sad when you told him that your baby couldn't eat almond tofu just yet, he wants to share one of his little joys with his dear baby!

Xiao doesn't sleep, so logically, one would think that if he's around, then he wouldn't wake you up and take care of the baby instead, but it's actually not so common.

Most of the time, night is when he has to leave to tend to the duties he didn't do for the rest of the day, and he feels bad about it because he doesn't want to neglect his family and at the same time can't bring himself to stop doing his work.

That, and he's also incredibly anxious about anything refering to your child. Sure, throughout the day, even if you're busy at work, he can stay with the baby and if he runs into any trouble he can always ask for help from the inn boss, or if you're not so busy, he can ask you for help. There's always someone "safer" for the child to be around if his karma starts acting up.

At night he has no one to turn to, except you. So in especially rough nights, he wakes you up so you can help your baby.

He loves you and your child too much to put you or them in risk. Sometimes, protecting and caring for you two means that he has to be away until he's gotten things under control again.

But, he loves your child a lot. He really likes holding them in his arms, and also loves to play with them when they're a bit older.

TLDR he might be clumsy, and he learns quickly, but he's also very scared so don't leave him alone for too long.

Zhongli

He kind of knows and kind of doesn't know how to look after your little baby.

He has the knowledge, of course! But he also has these moments in which he doesn't exactly know how to apply it- luckily, you're around whenever that happens!

He's going to be THE most patient parent you'll ever see. He understands that babies are a lot of work, and that at times they won't stop crying and they can't really help it, so he's the most patient you'll ever see him being with his baby.

His voice is soothing, it will easily lull your little one to sleep!

Changes diapers like a pro after a couple tries.

He might be the one to give you tips on how to make the best baby food with the most nutritional value for a child at the age of yours and will tell you the history behind traditional baby foods and related trivia.

If your baby was sitting nearby on a baby chair you might have to wake them up to feed them tbh

Another super protective dad, won't let anything or anyone harm you or your little one in any way shape or form.

Goes out on walks with you and the baby and LOVES having them in his arms.

Even if you have a baby car, he wants to carry your baby in his arms and show them around his beloved city, even if the baby can barely talk he'll introduce them to everything!

One of the first words of your baby might be a badly pronounced big word because of Zhongli's large vocabulary

Zhongli will read bedtime stories for your baby, and for you too, since the crib is in your room.

He's very good at looking after the baby, probably the best of these three!

fallinfl0wers. 2022.

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undead-merman · 2 years

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I can't find the one where mc finds a harpy egg and takes it back to the brothers to raise (also harpies) can you link it for me? Thx

So the original post the asker no longer has their age in their bio so I want to delete the ask and post it here.

Poly harpy brothers with an abandoned egg GN-Reader SFW

Finding the egg

You have been on a walk through the tall mountain that you've called home for a long time now, and you decided to take a longer walk than normal. You head off the beaten path to a new patch of trees and cliffsides. You nearly trip after a big step down and tumble off the cliff when you grab a hanging root and pull yourself up.

You find a nest and it's barely even held together. The twigs and moss are ripped and broken, and a few eggs that sit inside are broken. Most likely, eaten by something. You are glad that whatever it is did leave one tiny egg.

It looked way too sad. You couldn't just leave it there, even if the brothers were the only ones allowed on this mountain top. You scooped it up and held it close and you made sure to go back carefully.

When you get back, everyone is still out, so you make your way to the family nest and sit next to it and try to warm it up.

When they came back and saw the egg, they all bickered and squawked over whose egg it was. When you reminded them that you're a human and told them how you found it and wanted to take care of it.

Satan told you it was likely the egg wouldn't hatch if it had been alone for too long and Lucifer agreed, but taking a look at it, sure enough it was a healthy egg.

Asmodeus was a bit uncomfortable with the idea, but if you wanted to take care of it he couldn't stop you. He couldn't think of an alternative anyway. He couldn't leave an egg all by himself.

Mammon hated the idea. He tried to see if he could pawn it on someone else, but when you gave him those big eyes he grumbled and kicked his talons around before curling his wing around you both.

Leviathan was scared, not exactly sure if he was responsible enough to help, let alone be around it without something going wrong. But you looked so happy. He couldn't take that happiness away.

Satan was interested in it. He wanted to see if it would act like a human when you raised it. He was also intrigued by the egg shape and color. He'd never seen an egg like that and was interested in the type of harpy that might hatch from it.

Lucifer didn't care either way. Just as long as you take care of it. If you couldn't, he'd find someone who could. It's a big decision. You better be ready for it.

Beelzebub was quite excited about the idea of making their family a bit bigger. His feathers puffed up as soon as he saw you with it, and now that everyone has agreed he's already thinking of names for it.

Belphegor didn't think too much of it but was happy he now had an excuse to sleep more. Warm an egg? No problem. And if it was with you that's even better.

Taking care of it

Some of them have helped rear eggs before. Beelzebub being the main one, with Lucifer right behind him. It's been a very long time so the process takes a while to get back into.

They take shifts watching over the egg with you. And with you being human they have to do most of the work.

Lucifer just has it sit in your lap as he wraps his wings around you to keep you both warm. He reminds you every once in a while to rotate the egg gently.

Mammon begrudgingly sits with it, grumbling about how he doesn't want to do this and how embarrassing it is. You can shut him up with a kiss or even call it Little Mammon for a bit and he gets attached. Maybe even to a point where he tries to take it from the others.

Leviathan tries his hardest to help, but with how small it is, he's convinced he's going to somehow fall over and turn it Sunny Side up. He has you hold it and wraps you both up as he fixes the nest more than warms the egg. Yes, he's excited to see it, but how will he cope? You look too adorable right now.

Satan didn't mind his duties. He took them rather seriously. He'd have it in his lap as he read and even had you sit next to him as he did it. He used the old candling technique to make sure it was developing correctly and even praised you for how well you're doing.

Asmodeus is fawning over you, his wings flapping as he gets a good look at you. Oh you're just so adorable with an egg sitting all pretty in the nest. It's a shame you could make more with him, but one is fine for now. He cuddles up with you and keeps the egg nice and tucked between you. It's hard to imagine he's ever had a problem with it before. Now he's polishing the shell and kissing it.

Beelzebub is brimming with excitement as he takes his turn. He ends up bringing back more food than he needs to, claiming it's for the chick. He sits with you. The egg in your lap and you are in his lap as you both hold each other. He makes sure to keep it clean and even gets a bit broody. He'll slap away his brothers if they are being too troublesome around it and finds comfort when he's around it.

Belphegor doesn't change much. He seeks it out only so he can nap with the both of you. Tucked next to him as his wing covers it and holds you close to his chest.

When they are all together, they leave a space for you and the egg, and for the first time since you've known them, they don't toss and turn. They lay perfectly still.

Hatching

When you're holding it, you can feel it wiggle and even a small cheap from inside, and when the others hear they all flock to you.

The tiny egg hatches, and it's unlike any other harpy they've seen. They’ve never seen one with such an interesting pattern. It must be from a different land. It falls right on you and when it opens its eyes, it just cuddles up to you. Some of them are jealous but the others smack them for being ridiculous.

The chick is perky and ready to run after a few days, and it follows you everywhere. It never leaves your side and the way it runs is almost comical with how it tries to flap its tiny underdeveloped wings to keep up.

Your family grew a little. And while it's hard to adjust it seems like everything is moving along well and everyone seems to be happy.

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imagine-all-the-elves · 9 months

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Imagine being married to your Elf and expecting triplets, but then Morgoth curses you, turning you into a dragon for something you did and ending your once peaceful life. Your children are born as dragons and grow up alongside their Elven father, who has sworn to find a way to break the curse.

Author: @animatorweirdo

Artist: TinyYang

#elves #elf imagines #imagines #dragon imagines #tw:children #tw: children #tw: babies #tw:babies

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mpreg-nouveau · 10 days

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Considering 1900 omegaverse so much I did a poster for omega suffrage

#omegaverse #a/b/o dynamics #art nouveau #mpreg art #mpregnancy #mpreg nouveau #cloathed #tw: children

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blckbrdlove · 2 years

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and i know that she’s capable of anything, it’s riveting

pairing: (dilf) suna rintarou x reader

genre: smutish (def probably not as smutty as you guys want it to be://) with plot

notes: the (very) long awaited part two of my original dilf suna fic. i deeply, deeply apologize for the wait on getting not only this out, but my other promised works as well. the end of the semester really caught up to me in a not good way and then after i got that out of the way i found out i was suffering from a pretty bad kidney infection which i am just starting to recover from as of last week and it has been very hard for me to do much of anything during my recovery. i also fell into a sort of hard depression the past month or so due to everything that happened with school and then being stuck at home due to my infection. i am very, very sorry for all the delays and constant push backs regarding my work. i am really trying to do and be better. this part was also left with an open ending. i hope everyone enjoys! as always, any and all feedback is so appreciated! title credits: in the night by the weeknd

warnings: MINORS DNI, cheating (obvi), reader is a manipulative bitch lmao, she’s kinda mean?, spit as lube, a smidge of breeding kink, creampie, daddy kink, the men in this fic are scumbags, literal scum bags, implied marathon sex, children, mentions of children, i think reader would be a total milf in another life tbh, implied osamu x reader and atsumu x reader?, unedited

word count: 3k

part one

To say you had been surprised when Rintarou had called you the following morning to tell you that Hana hadn’t taken the news well was an understatement. Honestly, you couldn’t believe he had told her, let alone actually even asked her for the divorce.

What was even more surprising was you receiving a text from her right after that phone call, asking if you could work some extra hours this weekend because she was going to her parents for a family emergency.

Yeah, a family emergency all right.

With a smirk, you responded telling her that you would be happy to help out extra this weekend. To rub salt in the wound, you even asked if you needed to stay at their house this weekend, just in case Rintarou needed some help through the night.

She responds with a simple sure.

You quickly dress before packing an overnight bag and head to their home. Maybe it will be your home soon enough.

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Hana looks and feels like shit, to say the least. Rintarou had completely blindsided her last night when he pulled out divorce papers for her to sign, telling her that he was already in the position to have full custody of the boys as he would be keeping the house.

Her hair is unbrushed, deep purple bags are under her eyes, and a deep frown is on her face as she tries to hold back tears of frustration as her three year old son screams his head off in her arms.

Rin had an early practice and didn’t bother listening to her whine as he got their seven and five year old dressed to take them with him since Friday is typically a shorter day for his team. He’d told her you would be there around eight thirty and for her to be gone by the time he got home before leaving.

And as if she couldn’t feel worse about her situation, about herself, you walk in with your perfect, young self. You look fairly simple today, surprisingly, with an oversized university crewneck and some short athletic shorts on. No makeup is on your face, causing her to note your perfect skin, as you take in the predicament your walking into.

Her son’s wails turn into lighter sniffles when his wide eyes find yours, instantly reaching for you. And you hesitantly reach for him, taking him from her. Her frustration grows as she watches you wipe his wet cheeks before he nuzzles his face into your neck, little hands clinging to your shirt as you rub his back to calm him down.

An indescribable feeling rising in her body as she watches the small boy find more comfort in you than he ever did her.

When the boy is finally calmed down, Hana finally speaks up, “Um, so I’m going to my mothers. I’ll be gone until Tuesday evening, as long as you don’t mind staying until then. And we have the birthday party next Friday, so you’ll be watching a few extra kids that day.”

You smile, a snarky looking smile, but Hana brushes it off, “Rintarou actually called me after we spoke this morning and told me all of this! Thank you for the reminder, though!”

She gives a soft nod, “Of course he already told you, he told me he would. I apologize I’m just really concerned with my mother.”

You give her the most empathetic look you can muster, “Of course! I completely understand. Is there anything I can do for you in the meantime?”

Her eyes study you, and for the first time since she hired you, she feels a deep insincerity lacing your voice. There’s something in your eyes she’s never seen. Something that makes her nervous.

“No, I, uh, don’t think so? Unless you want to get decorations for the birthday party?”

“Absolutely! Don’t you even worry about a thing!”

Oddly enough, she never had an inkling of worry over you until this conversation. Never had to worry about you being alone in her home with her husband and children. Now, she feels a deep sense of dread, and it’s filling her whole body.

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When Rin walks into the house later that afternoon, he searches for you while carrying the sleeping five year old boy, the seven year old passed out in the back seat. Both boys exhausted from being with dad all day.

He makes his way to the living room after getting both boys situated in their beds, finding you. Lips are pursed and glasses on, one had rubbing his youngest’s back as he snores lightly with his face still smushed up against your neck, the other hand holding a book that he knows you’ve been trying to finish for the past couple of days.

Making his way over, he steps lightly so he doesn’t startle you or wake the sleeping boy. You smile brightly at him as he kisses you lightly before attempting to take the sleeping from your arms to go lay him down. The little dark haired boy is stubborn, though, and struggles against his dad before slumping against him. Rin walks him to his room, laying him in the “big boy” bed you’d picked out for him after the boy insisted you be the one to tell daddy he needed a new bed.

After settling the boy, he makes his way back to the living room, plopping down next to you. Setting your book to the side, you throw your arms around his waist. Before either of you can say or do anything, his phone starts reading. He doesn’t have to look at it to know it’s Hana, probably calling to attempt to guilt him so more.

You climb into his lap before he can think about answering, straddling him as soft lips trail up and down the column of his neck to his jaw. His eyes close as he throws his head back, a low fuck leaves his mouth as you begin griding your lace covered cunt against his growing erection.

His head is still thrown back as he lifts the phone to his ear, “What, Hana?”

He did not just answer that bitch’s phone call while you’re grinding on him, you think to yourself as you pull away from his neck. Eyes meeting his as you dare him to finish the conversation while your hands creep down towards the string of his sweatpants.

“Hana, there isn’t anything to talk about,” His eyes don’t move from yours, raising his eyebrows in a daring way.

You wonder if he expects you to back off, which he’s sadly mistaken if he thinks you will. You reach your hand in and pull his cock out, not even bothering with pulling the gray material down.

You spit into your palm and bring it to his hard cock; a deep groan leaves his mouth causing you smirk as you hear Hana’s panicked voice on the phone.

“Hana just take a couple of days,” You tune out the rest of his sentence, no longer caring for what he has to say to her as you grab his hand from your waist and stick his middle and ring fingers into your mouth deep enough to have you gagging around them.

Your hand continues to jerk his cock as you suck his fingers, biting down on his knuckles anytime her name leaves his mouth. After finally having enough, you halt your sucking as you bring his fingers out of your mouth.

Suna almost whines as your halt your ministrations on his cock to pull your panties to the side, guiding his spit laced hand to your sopping cunt and pushing them in to the knuckle.

His breath is stuttering as you hand his hand in place by his wrist and slowly move yourself up and down on his fingers, low moans leaving your mouth as he stops listening to whatever Hana is saying as he watches you.

He lets you think you’re in control for a few more minutes, lets you fuck yourself on his fingers and neglect his cock as you whine and whimper just loud enough to where you both know his wife can hear, he lets you go up and down and cream all over his hand as your cunt tightens on his fingers before he finally has enough.

“Hana I have to go, the boys need dinner,” He hangs up before she can say anything else, throws his phone to the floor and grabs you by the nape of your neck and rips you off of him.

In your, now ruined, orgasmic haze, he grabs you by your hips and flips you over onto your front. A hard chest pushes you into the couch as he collapses on top of you.

“You think you’re fucking funny?” He doesn’t bother letting you reply as he pulls his sweats down to his thighs and grips your panties to pull them over your left ass cheek. His free hand finds your hair again and he pulls it until he’s got you in the arching position he likes oh so much.

“You’re a bad girl, pretty,” His words ghost your ear, sending shivers up your spine as you feel the head of his cock pushes its way inside you.

No matter how many times you take it, it’s always a bit of a stretch for your poor cunt, but God, he is so obsessed with the way you tense up and whine about how hurts daddy and the way the little slow downs leave your mouth.

His pelvis hit your ass sooner than your ready for, and the breath leaves your lungs because as quick as he’s in, he’s pulling out and thrusting back in roughly.

He watches as your ass ripples against his harsh thrusts as he all but uses your body for his own pleasure. He knows you like it though. You like it when he manhandles and uses you, you fucking get off to it.

The grip he has on your hair tightens as he pulls you closer to him. Your moans get louder and louder along with the wet sounds of his body roughly thrusting into yours as the mix of your juices, spit, and he precum make a mess out of the both of you.

You can feel it sticking and running down your thighs as he thrust, feel it drip beneath you and onto the couch.

“So fucking messy,” He grunts out as his pace becomes more rapid, hips hitting your ass at a faster pace as he tries to fuck himself deeper and deeper and deeper. As if he’s trying to fuck his cum straight into your womb.

Your hand wretches it’s way in between your body and the couch so your fingers can rub at your clit, hurdling your body into orgasm as his pace gets sloppier.

The clenching of your cunt around his cock has his balls tightening up, and now that he knows you’ve finished he keeps fucking you through your orgasm and straight into his own, his tip hitting your cervix as warmth floods your body and he paints the walls of your cunt white.

He pulls out just to lift your hip before you can recover and watch as his cum seeps out of you and onto the gray couch.

A huff leaves his lips, “You’re so fucking wasteful,” and his fingers are inside you, fucking his cum back into you as he ignores your whines and whimpers of overstimulation.

“But don’t you worry, pretty,” Your eyes catch his over your shoulder as you look up and his with pleading eyes, “We have all weekend to get you stuffed full.”

The devious grin you flash him has his cock already stirring back to life as he lifts you up to take you to his bedroom.

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Friday came before anyone knew it, and Hana had never expected things to go the way they are.

As if it wasn’t bad enough coming home to you being there next to her soon to be ex-husband on the couch a little too close for her own comfort, but now she’s having to suffer through not only her own children’s blatant favoritism, but his too apparently.

She watches the way he watches you, wondering how she didn’t see it before. But she does now, and embarrassment fills her as he does this in the middle of their sons sixth birthday party not only in front of their friends, but their families as well.

Per usual, her three year old is clinging to you. Unintentionally furthering her embarrassment when he refuses to be passed over to her so you could go outside and watch the older kids in the pool so the adults in the house could catch up. You’d tried laughing him off, continuing to hand him over. His little grip tight on your dress, though, and he pulls the neckline of your dress with him.

An embarrassed laugh leaves you as your lightly grip his little wrist and pull him back towards you so you can get your dress out of little. Atsumu catches your eye, though his are glued the half of your beast that he can see as you pull the dress back into place.

Finally, you look back at Hana’s frowning face. Giving her a sympathetic smile before insisting that you can just take him swimming with you, no big deal!

Her confused face must’ve caught Rintarou’s eye because he speaks up, “We’ve been teaching him a little the past few weeks. He doesn’t do much but kick a little, since he still freaks himself out when she isn’t holding him,” a light laugh leaves him at the little jab he manages to throw in there.

Her unasked question dies in her throat, the hurt look on her face has her mother speaking up as well, “Well isn’t that all the more reason for Hana to take him, then? The girl can’t watch the other kids by herself with him clinging to her like that.”

The bite in her tone doesn’t go unnoticed by anyone in the kitchen, the way she spits out the word girl instead of your name as if you’ve done something personally to her, and before you can speak up and insist that you’ll be fine, Rin gets up from his spot by his friends. Yellow eyes slitting as he glares at his mother in law, “I’ll go out and help her, since his mother apparently can’t.”

Hana’s whole body tenses as she watches him grab your free arm to pull you outside with him. Osamu’s wife scoffing at his blatant disrespect towards his own wife, but as Hana looks at her sister in law, she wishes the ground would swallow her whole at the judgmental look on her face.

Osamu clears his throat before saying he should probably go outside and keep an eye on his own boys.

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Osamu sits next to Rintarou on a lounge chair, watching with curiosity as he eyes you. The white bikini makes your body look incredible, and Rintarou feels his cock try to come to life as he watches you mother his son, keeping the small boy at arm’s length so he can “swim”.

“I’m sure you’ve heard, but I’m filing for divorce,” Rin breaks the silence, but doesn’t move his gaze from you.

Osamu nods, “Yeah, the wife told me Hana told her something about that. Been waiting on you to bring it up,”

Suna shrugs. “Nothing really to bring up, Hana just isn’t good to me or the boys anymore. Not like she is,” Tilting his head towards you for reference, though he’s fairly certain everyone has caught on by now.

Osamu can’t say he was surprised when he learned Rin has been having an affair. He was, however, shocked, to find out his affair has been with you.

Not that there is anything wrong with you! Actually, Osamu can’t really even blame him. You’re stunning; and the fact that the white of the swimsuit makes your skin glow a certain way doesn’t even help Osamu come up with the words to describe how alluring you look in the water.

Osamu can’t lie that his own eyes linger on the curve of your breasts that are nearly spilling out of the sting bikini top. You removed the padding from it, and he can tell by the way your nipples poke out through the thin fabric.

He wonders if Hana knows, but she probably doesn’t. His own wife would know, and she would tell Osamu what a terrible guy Rin has become. And maybe Rin has become a terrible guy, but fuck, who is Osamu to judge really? His eyes are practically glued to the girl’s ass he hired to be a cashier at the restaurant, not that he’d ever act on it, or at least he thinks he wouldn’t.

The longer his gaze lingers on you, the more his mind lingers on if he were in Rin’s position if he would do the same thing. He probably would. He can barely get hard with his wife anymore, she’s become an irritation to him, almost like a bug he wants to sweep out of his house. Maybe one day he’ll get the balls to do it.

Feeling eyes on you, you turn your gaze from the toddler to your left, seeing the two men’s eyes on you. Atsumu is lingering not too far behind them with his shirt off.

God, all men really are the same. It’s so fucking pathetic, really, but you can’t deny how good it makes you feel. Behind your sunglasses, your own eyes go from Rin to Atsumu and the to Osamu. A feeling fills you to your bones, you feel compelling. You feel dominate.

Rintarou may think he’s in charge because you let him top in the bedroom, but he has no fucking idea what, or who, he’s dealing with.

Besides, who wants just one hot dad, when you can have three?

#dilf!suna #dilf suna #fucking finally lol #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna smut #suna rintaro smut #suna rintaro imagine #tw: cheating #tw: children #tw: breeding #haikyuu!! smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #he could use me however hed like tbh #love him💕#dilf haikyuu #long long long overdue

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primojade · 1 year

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𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 #2: future kids?

I was having a sudden brainrot about what if the genshin boys met their future kids in their timeline? Like the kids were messing with some device and it sends them tumbling to the past where their dads were just hopeless romantic pining idiots in love. Seeing their future parents dance around each other like lovesick fools not admitting their feelings (or too dense to admit it?) so they made it their mission to pair both of u up lol.

I KEEP IMAGINING KAEYA'S LITTLE WINGMEN SECRETLY ICE BRIDGING WHILE THEIR PARENTS WERE IN A BOAT DATE THEY ARRANGE AND THEN JUST SINGING "KISS THE GIRL" OR SOMETHING UGH.

Or them singing Can You Feel the Love Tonight while you and Kazuha was walking in Chinju Forest or in Lantern Rite with Xiao in I See The Light i—(sorry im a disney kid before so hskwvwkwnwh)

OR!

A different scenario where it was the genshin boys travelling to the future and meeting their future self. Seeing how he's happily married, having children of his own, and a blessed happy family...it made him envious of his future self. Where he seem happier, freely expressing his love with reckless abandon (that which he keeps on hopelessly pining and secretly harbouring in the present) he thinks that maybe taking such a huge risk wouldn't be so bad at all :)))

albedo fits this scene so well because yk he's not exactly human so he probably holds back a lot including his own feelings :((( and bc im a simp lol.

Now i wanted to write this eualwbuwlavi ughhh.

#genshin impact #kaeya x reader #kazuha x reader #xiao x reader #genshin impact scenarios #genshin x reader #jaded verses—!#albedo x reader #female reader #tw: children #idk if thats a tw but lets just make sure shska

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thecowboykatsuki-anon · 2 years

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PROMPTS 👀

Just thinking about Bakugou taking off his ripped up t shirt when it starts to get too hot in the late afternoon. Nothing but his cowboy hat, strong denim jeans and his bandana for the sweat in his back pocket.

Thinking of him moving the cattle from the west to the east field with his cattle dogs nipping at their heels while he whistle commands.

A calf is struggling in the heat. He radios Kirishima who comes out ten minutes later on the gator and loads the calf up to be in the barn closest to the house. One of the older more ornery dogs hops into the back with the calf and lies down, waiting for his ride back home. Bakugou rolls his eyes and continues on thinking about how good a cold rinse under the spicket is gonna feel before he climbs up the back porch into the house. Where you'll be wearing such a pretty dress or hell even your own well worn denim jeans, one of his old flannels and a ice cold tea in your hands while supper finishes cooking on the stove.

He's living the dream and he owes it all to you

🖤 🐈‍⬛

Kitten- I am SOFT

He’s sweaty and exhausted but he still stops his route to the shower inside to pull you close as you angle your hand up and away so you don’t spill his drink, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead, then your cheeks, then finally your lips, his heart full at the sound of your giggles.

He slips his hands into the back pocket of your jeans and gives your ass a teasing squeeze, earning him a smack on his shoulder as you mumble a scolding against his mouth.

He can’t help but chuckle, stifling a groan when he pulls away and folds himself down to his knee, pressing a gentle kiss to your stomach as you run your fingers through his hair, smiling softly down at him.

He knows it’s too soon for you to be showing yet, but he still swears your pregnancy is making you glow.

He’s never felt happier, standing to take his tea from you, pressing one more fleeting kiss to your lips before he goes inside, hurrying his shower so he can come back out and watch the sunset with you, perched in his lap on the porch swing.

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hoarding-niffler · 1 year

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How many children would Ominis, Anne, Sebastian, Poppy, Garreth and Natsai have later in life (and do your ocs change something about that)?

Good question! I do have an OC for Sebastian and one for Ominis (if he's not shipped with Anne), but it doesn't change my headcanons about them at all! This is something the people involved in a long-term relationship should absolutely be on the same page about. No convincing, no arguing, if it doesn't fit, they're not meant for each other, that's it.

Ominis: He eventually ends up with two biological children, a boy and a girl, and he does everything to raise them without prejudice or any of that blood purity indoctrination rubbish. He's a loving but strict father, insistent they do not meet his side of the family under any circumstances. It's only out of love and fear for his children, though. He can be a fretting mother hen, especially when they're small and seem to try everything to get themselves killed. The amount of Charms around the house to baby-proof every angled surface is beyond impressive.

Anne: Anne would've loved to have children of her own but the long-term effects of the curse make it nearly impossible to conceive. She'd also be at extremely high risk during birth, which is why she and her partner decide to adopt from a local orphanage. She remembers how lost she and Sebastian felt when their parents died and how she's forever grateful for Solomon's care, however lacking it may have been. She cannot do what most parents do due to her chronic pain but she tries her best every day and always lets her child know she loves them and that they mean the world to her.

Sebastian: Sebastian has no children and is perfectly fine with that. For one he thinks he'll never be ready for them; his past will stick with him forever and while he's grown as a person, there will always be something reckless about him, and he doesn't want to pass down any of his darker inclinations. There's the fear of something happening to him and his partner and leaving them behind as well; he knows how much that sucks and won't risk it. He's also not very keen on changing his current lifestyle. He's content with teaching, researching and exploring together with his partner, they like the amount of free time and money they have and want it to stay that way. Sebastian is happy being the cool uncle and will watch his nieces and nephews for a weekend, but prefers to give them back after a short period of time.

Poppy: Poppy assumes she might want children, but every time she thinks about it, she's beyond worried. Not only for the potential child but for the animals in her care as well. They already feel like her family and require care 24/7. And while she teaches children in Beasts Class how to be gentle with the animals, she'd be blind not to see the potential risks of having wild animals and clumsy toddlers around each other. So, she's kind of a fence-sitter, considering she'd also need a man in her life for that to happen, and she's a lot more inclined to the female population. If her future partner would already come in a mother-child package deal, she'd acquiesce, but wouldn't want to try on her own.

Garreth: He's a Weasley, so his amount of children will probably be somewhere in the double figures (how do they breed so much?!). Seriously, though, he'd probably end up with four children; three sons and one little princess, but she'll turn out to be like him; mischievous and a prankster. Through unfortunate circumstances, he has to take care of his children on his own but they make do. Like any Weasley family, they're a tightly-knit group and his friends are happy to help out anytime.

Natsai: She likes children, but from a distance. She enjoys relationships, but not the long ones. As an Auror, she tries to keep everyone safe and it's honestly more than a full-time job. Natsai knows she'd be even more worried than her own mother if she had any offspring, but she also lives for her work. She adores being an Auror, being helpful to the general populace, experiencing the thrill of chasing the bad guys and uncovering mysteries. Children love to listen to her stories, and she likes to tell them, but she likes it even more how quiet it is when she gets home after work. Her mother pesters her regularly to settle down and give her grandchildren but Natsai continues to defy her wishes; some things never change.

#headcanon #hogwarts legacy #tw: children #Anne Sallow #Ominis Gaunt #Sebastian Sallow #Poppy Sweeting #Garreth Weasley #Natsai Onai

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undercoverpena · 8 months

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Hello please disregard this if it is too personal!

Do you have any kids? And if so, how did you know you were ready for any?

Asking cause I’m not quite sure how to know if I’m ready or not

I don’t have children.

I also mentioned here the things I don’t write, and one of them is pregnancy and children. I could have made this clearer, maybe, but I also don’t want to talk about children or having children.

but also, please don’t go around asking people if they have kids on anon. for one, how am I meant to handle this with any sort of respect? two, I get you may be nervous, but you’re also asking me something deeply personal that I have two options left to deal with: deleting or answering?

thirdly, you don’t know what someone is going through. if you can’t tell from a blog, assume it isn’t shared. because for me, the reason i don’t talk or want to write about kids, is because I found out at the beginning of this year that I can’t have them. so, naturally, this isn’t a good ask for me—the damage is already done before I can “disregard it” because I’ve already seen it. it’s already upset me.

(I’ve tried to add appropriate trigger warnings, if I need to add others pls let me know, I’m so sorry! I haven’t had this topic before and am unsure what to do)

#tw: children #tw: pregnancy

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nowritingonthewall · 10 months

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Dear Nonnie, it’s been ten thousand years, and if you are ever going to read this, I hope that you’re having the loveliest day imaginable 🥰 Thank you once again for being so incredibly lovely 💜

!Content warning for pregnancy and parenthood!

Please be aware that I am not an expert on DID.

Mostly soft and fluffy because Jake deserves it.

I am sorry to say that I have no idea who first came up with the beautiful idea that Jake LOVES cats, but I would like to thank all the amazing artists for spreading the love for cat dad Jake in the fandom 💖

👶 Family headcanons with Jake Lockley (x female reader)

- One of the most important things that you need to understand about Jake Lockley is that he cares. He cares so fricking much. He cares about Marc. He cares about Steven. He cares about you. And he cares so much about your little son and your little daughter, he is always going to put them first, no matter what. His role as protector will always come before his own emotional needs and feelings.

- The first mission, which he goes on the minute that he learns that you are pregnant and that never really ends, is to make your flat as save for your son (and later your daughter) as possible. One day you come home and are briefly convinced that your flat has been burgled. Not only are all of Steven’s books stacked neatly on the shelves, but the floor has been completely cleared of every single tripping hazard as well. Of course, convincing Steven to tidy up his own personal library and doubly securing all the shelves was the easy part. For every potential danger eliminated, it seems like Jake finds five more potential death traps for your little ones. During one particularly extensive shopping trip to B&Q, the shop assistant briefly considers asking him what he would need 20 fire extinguishers and all those smoke detectors for, but immediately changes his mind upon one raising of the eyebrow™.

It is terribly hard for Jake to face the reality that he won’t be able to keep your little ones away from harm forever. And it certainly won’t stop him from trying.

- A few weeks into your pregnancy, you are woken by a soft voice talking to your baby bump:

“Don’t worry, mi bebito. No matter what happens, tío Jake is going to keep you and your mamá and your two papás safe.”

“Aren’t you forgetting someone, mi cariño?”

“Oh, you mean Khonshu? Don’t worry, if that silly bird is going to try…”

“Jake, sweetie, I am talking about you! Our little one will have three papás!”

It doesn’t happen often that you see Jake cry. In fact, this is the very first time that he allows you to actually see the tears filling his eyes, before he pulls you into a long and warm and heart-felt hug.

The second time is the birth of your son.

- Jake is the one who fronts for most of the time, from the moment you go into labour to the moment you are both holding your son in your arms for the first time. Even if he knows how much Marc and Steven would want to be there for you, he simply wouldn’t be able to deal with their feelings of helplessness and pain on top of everything that you have to go through. He doesn’t complain when you squeeze his hand so hard that he fears his bones might break, he calmly accepts all the swear words that you keep screaming at him, he doesn’t even flinch when you start to curse him and the day that you met him.

He wouldn’t have complained about you not realizing that it is actually Marc holding you a while later, as you bury your face into his shoulder, utterly exhausted and quietly sobbing that you didn’t hate him at all and how sorry you are for everything that you threw at him earlier. But Marc nudges him gently back to the front. And so Jake gets to hold you and whisper softly how he didn’t mind at all and how he is certain that you were actually a superhero. His beautiful and amazing superhero.

He is convinced that he’ll never get used to the wonder of being allowed to hold your son in his hands. His hands that are so used to violence and death. He simply can’t believe how - amidst all the pain and destruction that played such a major part in his life - he helped to create something so perfect and beautiful.

- For a while, he actually contemplates giving up the business of protecting the travellers of the night. On the one hand, he can no longer put himself in danger without regard for possible consequences. On the other hand, his ability to heal from fatal wounds isn’t exactly something that he would like to give up, especially since he has a family to protect now.

So whenever he refuses to take on a mission now because it’s too dangerous, even for his liking, and Khonshu won’t budge, he’ll just send Steven to negotiate with the pigeon until Khonshu starts to cry.

- Your little ones love to fall asleep curled up on Jake’s chest. And somehow he manages to never ever fall asleep himself, knowing (and fearing) how dangerous that can be. Though he doesn’t mind at all watching over you, whenever you drift off with one of your children snuggles up against you. No matter where they fall asleep, somehow he always manages to move them to their crib without waking them up. Sometimes they can’t be persuaded to let go of his hand, though. Not having the heart to let go, he’ll hold their little hands for hours, as they lie in their crib right next to your bed and you gently spoon him, resting your head against his shoulder, whispering softly that you can’t believe how lucky you are.

- Jake is not the kind of father to become lost in his phone or other activities while his kids are yearning for his attention (though he tries not to judge other people for it). In fact, he gets so lost in looking after your kids, fully committing to taking part in whatever games they come up with, and making sure that they are safe on their daily adventures, that he has no trouble ignoring his notifications for hours. Unless he’s waiting for a message or a call from you.

- In those nights when your little ones refuse to go to sleep, and all your usual strategies won’t work, Jake will take them into his cab and drive them around the city for a while, as you watch over them. They are usually out within seconds. If the nights aren’t too chilly, he loves to take one of the routes that end up on Parliament Hill. Sometimes he surprises you with a beautifully prepared romantic picnic with the lights of the city sparkling around you. And sometimes you just love to cuddle together under the stars. He always keeps an extra set of snuggly blankets for you and your children in his cab. When you tease him about how he always forgets to bring one for himself, he’ll whisper that you provide him with all the warmth that he needs before pulling you in for a long and loving kiss. Snuggled up against Jake with your children peacefully snoring between you, you really don’t mind those nights when they refuse to go to sleep at all.

- Driving around in the cab with their papá Jake never ceases to be an exciting past time for your kids. They are able to name different brands of cars before they are able to walk, quickly surpassing the knowledge of both you and the boys, regularly shocking your friends and strangers with their expertise. And, of course, Jake secretly hopes that getting them familiar with the city might reduce the chances of them ever getting lost.

He lets them wear The Cap™. No one else is allowed to touch The Cap™, not even mommy. (Actually, if you asked him, he most likely wouldn’t be able to say no to you, but you love for him to have something that he shares exclusively with your little ones.)

Once a week, he takes your kids to a restaurant that they are allowed to choose for some quality bonding time. He deeply savours those moments, even in those weeks when they just seem to end up at McDonalds over and over again.

- Your flat used to have a strict no-cat-policy. As much as Marc would have loved to fulfil Jake’s dream of a fluffy little flat mate, there were just too many possible nightmare scenarios involving a cat and the Gus Gang and the inevitable tears of Steven that would follow after. That is, until your kids bring home a little abandoned kitten from the street after searching for its mother in vain for hours. Jake stays up for three days and nights, carefully nursing it back to health. When you wake up on the third morning after having fallen asleep in his lap (with Jake’s sweater thoughtfully wrapped around you), you find the little kitten all trusty and content and snuggled up right next to you, as Jake keeps on gently petting and caressing you both.

In the end, the combined power of those puppy dog eyes of you and your kids and Jake are just too much for Marc to bear and so Little Mau is adopted into your family. Not without Jake and Marc spending nearly a day turning your fish tank into Fort Knox, of course. Your flat turns into something of a home for stray kitties soon after that. And you soon get used to coming home and finding Jake under a huge cuddle pile of your cats and kids.

(The fact that birds are afraid of cats doesn’t enter into Jake’s or your love for them at all, of course.)

- The first “nonpractical” item that Jake has ever owned was a fluffy little cat plushie, which Marc and Steven gave to him on their first Hanukkah spent together. Cuddling with Little Gato warms his heart so much, that it may have inspired him to shower your kids with a number of plushies that may be considered to be slightly above average. He loves to pick out those fluffy little friends with you (and Marc and Steven always let him front in those moments), and it is practically impossible for him to say no, whenever your children find one that they would like to take home. It almost feels a little like making up for all the things that he had missed out as a child himself. And he is going to fight everyone who claims that plushies aren’t appropriate for little (and not so little) boys.

- One day Jake comes home to find your daughter crying in your arms, deeply upset because a gang of straight hair girls won’t stop making fun of the glorious curls she inherited from her father. His initial instinct to make them shut up in a very undiplomatic way is quickly shut down, of course. The other two boys aren’t exactly helpful in this department, either. Because even though Steven takes care of his curls, he pretty much lets them do their own thing, whereas Marc puts so much product into his hair that his strands would put even the most elitist soldiers to shame.

Feeling a little helpless, he begins to observe and mentally take note of all the steps that you do when taking care of your daughter’s hair. He spends days in front of the laptop, trying to learn everything there is to learn about the curly hair method. There is an uncharacteristical shyness in his voice when he asks whether he could help you during wash day. After a few slightly insecure attempts, he becomes so good at it that your daughter keeps asking whether Jake could help her to take care of her curls. And he never forgets to tell her how beautiful she and her curls are.

And somehow Jake’s interest and care and the time that he spends bonding with your daughter does make everything better in the end. It may not stop the girls’ hurtful remarks but it certainly makes them easier to deal with.

- Jake starts to give your children lessons in self-defense as soon as they are able to walk. Just because he won’t be able to protect them wherever they go doesn’t mean that he can’t at least try to help them learn how to protect themselves, right?

It’s not like he condones violence in general, no, for real, he doesn’t. Yet he can’t stop himself from being a little proud when his kids come home after successfully defending themselves against a gang of bullies for the first time. And after properly taking care of them, underneath all the worry there’s a little proud moment of “Those are my kids!” before he pulls them into a hug and kisses them gently on their forehead.

- Jake is excellent at stone skipping. As a young boy, it was the ideal hobby since it didn’t require any props to hide away and after getting involved with Khonshu, it was a perfect activity to train his hand-eye coordination without raising suspicion by the people around him.

He has never considered it to be something special until he sees the pure glee in your son’s eyes when watching him for the first time. He can delight your kids and you for hours with his skills. Sitting in St. James’s Park, he teaches them how to skip stones as you teach him how to just let loose for a little while. Making up theories about the secret agents feeding the ducks in the park. Or reading stories into the clouds that are passing above your heads, as he lies in your lap, soaking up the soothing feeling of you playing with his hair with your kids cuddled up to him on both sides.

The wonderful feeling of just being. No mission, no duty, no sense, just being and enjoying life for a while. And most of all, the endless love of his beautiful little family.

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L&D Baby

Nurse!Steve Harrington x f!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k+

Warnings: 18+, marriage, pregnancy, childbirth, mentions of a stillbirth, dad!steve, labor and delivery nurse!steve, blood/blood loss, swearing— as always let me know if there’s any tags i missed!

Notes: This fic isn’t edited but, I have a lot of thoughts of Steve as a L&D nurse in his early/mid 20’s while his wife is spitting out his gaggle of 6 children. Also, as a warning i am NOT a L&D nurse and this probably is not an accurate depiction of an L&D nurse. This is just one of many additions to the au living in my head.

Steve is tired. His bones are aching and his eyes are sore, but it’s just another Friday really. He has about half of his shift left and he’s off again, thankfully, until Monday. Leaning on the counter at the nurses station, listening to the other nurses gossip and share stories about their kids. And he’s thinking about you at home, sitting pretty and waiting for him to come home— belly swollen with his child. Any other day, he might tuck himself away and use the phone to call and check in, but today… he couldn’t face it. The first delivery he was on that morning, he watched a new mother wish with every fiber of her being that what the doctor was telling her wasn’t true. He cleaned up that baby, took their weight and height, made out the card for the parents that would never get to hear a cry. He bundled up gray, cold skin and hoped that the couple would be able to find peace. Somewhere deep down, he wishes he wouldn’t have heard them ask how did this happen? Everything was just fine this morning.

But, now here he sits. Thinking about that delivery, thinking about his wife at home. His very pregnant wife. Your pregnancy has gone by so quickly, been such a breeze. He’s been to as many appointments as he could, especially the ones you were so worried about. But there’s always a reassuring answer of your baby being strong and healthy. A perfect little Harrington. And now, Steve’s never found himself more terrified. If everything can be fine and perfect one second and terribly tragic the next, he doesn’t know where to find his peace. He hangs his head against his hands for a few moments— taking a deep breath. He’s gotta get himself straight, take a few moments. But there’s hellos being exchanged a few feet away and after what seems like a millisecond, a hand is settling on his lower back. He snaps around, prepared to give the whole I’m married spiel he’s done a thousand times, he’s met with the beautiful eyes of his adoring wife. And that softens his features, he’s visibly relaxing.

You smile at him, as he tugs you into his grip. The hug lasts longer than usual and Steve loves hugging you. You rub his back and kiss his shoulder, “you forgot your lunch.” You whisper to him quietly, the bag in your left hand adorning a beautiful band that Steve had so carefully picked out himself. At your words, Steve’s grip just tightens a bit and he kisses your head, sighing out. “Do you wanna eat together?”

“Yeah, angel. Just about to take my break. come on.” he says quietly, leading you down to the cafeteria. He pulls out your chair and you can tell something is distracting him as he sits. He’s busying himself by passing out the food, but he’s quiet and normally— he isn’t. He asks about your day, tells you about his, has told you he loves you a dozen times by now. And he knows you’ve noticed, by the way his eyes flick up to yours and back down again. “I’m okay.” he says after catching the look on your face.

“You’re not.” you reply, matter-of-factly. “What’s going on, Steve? Can talk to me.” you reach over for his hand, thumb brushing over his own gold wedding band. “You’re not acting like yourself.”

Steve sighs heavily, flipping his hand over to take yours gently. “The first birth I was on this morning was a stillbirth and I dunno… just had me thinking a lot.” He explains, his eyes dropping down to your belly across the table. You nod slightly, the hand that wasn’t entwined in his moves to your belly. You’re almost due and neither you nor Steve have ever had to worry about this. Never had it been a thought in your head.

“Just want you guys safe, is all.” Steve says softly and gives your hand a squeeze before he’s pulling it away to eat his lunch with you. And when it’s time for him to get back to work, you stand. There’s a dull ache that starts in your back and wraps around to your tummy, it lasts about 30 seconds as you clean up from lunch. You ignore it as he hugs you tightly, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “I’ll see you at home, okay? Take it easy, rest.” He reminds you, rubbing up and down your arms.

“Yeah, okay.” You acknowledge him with a nod, before you feel another aching pain. But this time it’s accompanied by a slow trickle of fluid down your thighs. And when Steve notices where your eyes are falling, all of the hair on the back of his neck stands up.

“Oh.” Is all he can manage. He’s done this a thousand and ten times over the past few years. He’s consoled laboring mothers, he’s held their hands and cleaned them up, he’s been their support system. It’s his job. But here he is, with his own wife, frozen in his tracks. Your water broke and he can tell with the uncomfortable face you’re making the contractions have started as well. “Okay, angel… let’s… let’s get you checked in.” he says softly and suddenly, you’re more than thankful for the pre-registry packet Steve made you fill out last week. He holds your hand the entire time they check you in and get you into a room. He can hear his pager going off and he’d check it, every now and again, hoping one of the other nurses could pick up his patients, since he still technically was on his shift. But when he can’t put it off any longer, he kisses your head. “Listen, I’ll be right back okay? I’m not leaving you alone for this. I’ll be really quick.” he says softly.

You just nod, munching on the ice chips he had brought you not too long ago. You still feel like you have time. The contractions aren’t that close together yet. But Steve would throw a fit if they even tried to send you home and you know it. Steve smiles nervously when he wheels a cart into another expectant parent’s room. He introduces himself and shakes her husband’s hand when he extends it to him introducing themselves as, “Caleb and Connie Bear.” He's trying to keep the small talk up and keep himself calm— and not to think of his wife four rooms down. “Is this your first?” he asks softly, administering her medication.

“Oh no.” Connie laughs softly and shakes her head, “It’s baby number seven.” She pats her belly gently. Steve nods, a little lost in his own head. A mix of thoughts of the young couple a floor up with no baby to show, his wife laboring without him, and these friendly people working on their seventh baby. “It’s not as bad as you think.” she laughs, catching Steve’s face.

Steve laughs nervously and shakes his head, “oh no. it’s not that.” He smiles softly, “my wife and I wanted around six.” He shrugs, giving her a glass of water.

“You’ve got kids?” She smiles at him and gives his forearm a gentle squeeze as he adjusts her monitors. “You’re so young.”

“Uh… not yet.” He laughs softly and pulls her blanket back up over her. “My wife’s in labor now, actually. Not very far along yet and It’s our first, might have a while to go.” He rambled off nervously.

She smiles at him, a warm and comforting smile, and so does her husband. They remember those days. And Steve does find comfort in that smile. “These things take time.” She says softly, nodding at Steve. “but she’ll know what to do and I know you’ve seen a lot of babies being born but the minute you see yours, everything’s gonna change.” And Steve knows she’s right.

“Thank you.” he says softly. “I’ll be back in to check on you in a little while.” he dims her lights a bit, sighing softly as he steps out of the room and walks over to his station to chart his notes quickly. When he looks up and sees his mother-in-law, that’s when his panic starts to set in. He’s hurrying around the counter, biting the inside of his cheek. “What are you doing here?”

“Y/N called asking me to come, Steve.” She laughs, a sound that reminds him of you. “She knows you’re busy.” She gives his arm a pat and smiles at him. “She’s getting close, from what they’ve told her.”

“And she didn’t say anything to me?” Steve frowns, leading her over to your room. His face is knotted up in confusion when he looks over you. Your feet are planted on the floor, leaning over your bed. He sighs softly, knowing he should have been in here. He walks over, standing behind you to rub circles into your lower back.

“This is how we got into this situation.” You joke, face pressed against your sheets.

The response makes Steve chuckle, rolling his eyes, “oh hush. your mother is here.” He mumbles softly, rubbing your hips gently. “Where did they say you’re at, angel?” he asks softly.

“Eight.” You mumble back, letting yourself melt into Steve’s hands. They slide around to your belly, lifting gently and trying to keep the pressure off of your back in between contractions. “What do you think it’s gonna be?” You ask him, turning your head to catch a glimpse of him. You can see the worry etched into his features. But once he sees the way your hair is sticking to your forehead and how flushed and clammy your skin is— he softens.

“A girl.” He says softly. “Gonna be just as pretty as you.” He whispers softly, helping you switch positions and lie back on the bed quietly. Steve’s head perks up as he sees one of his co-workers take a quick peek in. “What’s up?” he mouths over to her. He watches her point down to her belt, signaling to the pager Steve has forgotten.

He sighs and kisses your head once more, rubbing soothing circles onto your arm. “I’ll be right back again, okay sweetheart? Your mama’s here. gonna take care of you while I’m gone.” He says softly and squeezes your hand before he’s ducking out and heading down to the Bear’s room, pushing the cot along quietly.

Connie smiles tiredly, having opted for an epidural at the last stage of her labor. Steve’s ready at her thighs, ready to pop the baby up onto her chest. His own head is occupied with the thought of missing the birth of his own child while he welcomes another into the world. His shift would be over soon and then he’ll be sitting at your bedside, holding your hand and keeping you healthy and happy. Supporting you throughout the entire transition of your labor. Caleb rubs soothing circles on Connie’s arm as she pushes, and Steve takes note of the love in the room. How much the two of them lean on one another.

And Steve’s breath hitches in his throat when he’s reaching over her thighs, with their newborn boy laying on her stomach. He’s helping rub the baby dry, eyes flicking up to the delivering doctor when no one hears any cries for just a few more moments. And Steve whispers, panicked, but full of hope, “oh come on, kid.” No one hears him, but Connie— and her eyes are on him as Steve tries his fucking best to coax a cry out of the baby. Even after suctioning his nose and mouth. He remembers the heartbroken looks on that young couple this morning and he couldn’t take it again.

And finally there’s a sigh of relief when the little one lets out their first big wail. Steve smiles watching as Connie holds their baby to her chest, tears welling up in her eyes. She gives Steve’s hand a squeeze, her face silently thanking him. And then as he’s walking away to fill out a stats card for their baby, Steve hears his name followed by someone shouting time to push. And he’s running. He’ll check back in later, but he’s not missing his baby’s birth. You’ve got the rails of the bed in your hands, gripping tightly as you push— and he’s finding your side and brushing back your hair. “I'm here, angel.” He’s whispering through your tears. “I’m here. Look at you. You’re doing so good, mama.”

And it’s a whole new feeling when Steve hears a cry before he even sees the baby. He can see the blood on your thighs as they lift the baby up to place against your chest. The tears in your eyes are falling as you look up at Steve. And he just presses a kiss against your forehead, sniffling back his own years. “You did it, angel.” he mumbles softly.

“Congratulations.” You hear through your OB’s big smile. “It’s a boy.” And then Steve laughs, his smile pressed against your hair.

“It's a boy.” you repeat, fingers brushing against the back of your baby's fresh soft skin. The quiet grunts coming from him fill the room as he roots around trying to latch onto your breast quietly. “Joseph.” You whisper and turn to look up at Steve, remembering the perfect name the two of you had spent the last eight months curating. “Joseph Steven Harrington.” You announce to your mother quietly. And Steve feels himself tear up a bit.

Nothing has ever felt like this before in his life. And once you’re squared away, he makes sure to thank his coworkers quietly. Appreciating every second of them covering his ass tonight. They all congratulate him for the beautiful baby, passing out hugs and offering advice. And Steve soaks it in, every single word of it. Soaks it in like his life depends on it.

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