#y/n’s dad is mean

[imhidingfromschool]

Professor- Nanami

WC: 3,329

TW: uhhhh n/sfw? use of words like doll and good girl? idk, kinda public, prof/student relationship

AN: This was a request I did on my wattpad, it isn’t proof read 😋

His warm hand slides up my shirt, warming my icy skin. I can barely hold in a moan as he grinds against my throbbing heat. His gentle eyes stare at me with such love that I can't help but give myself to him.

"[Y/N]?? Hello are you with us [Y/N]?" Your teacher Nanami Kento calls out, snapping you from your not so innocent day dream.

Your face burns red, no way you just had some weird sex fantasy about your teacher...mid-class?! You stand up from your seat and grab your text book, preparing to read.

"No, no need to read [Y/N], you just seemed...distracted. I have a low tolerance for daydreamers." He says causing your blush to deepen. You immediately sit back down, hearing some of your classmates snicker.

When the bell finally rings you begin to pack up your bag. Of course with your shitty luck you spill your pencil case and end up staying later than your other classmates.

Finally when you get your stuff together you head towards the door. You can't even make eye contact with your teacher, the embarrassment is too much to bare.

"Wait [Y/N] come here for a moment please." You hear Mr. Nanami call out. You stop in your tracks and slowly turn around. You mentally prepared yourself for the scolding you were about to receive.

"Yes sir?" You ask, still avoiding eye contact with him.

"I was just wondering if everything's alright? You've seem to be spacing out more and more often in class. I'm just worried about you." He says while placing a gentle hand onto your shoulder.

Honestly you were shocked, Nanami Kento was famous for his harsh punishments. You once heard a rumor that he kicked a student out of his class for dropping a pencil!

You stare into his warm eyes, they're so different from his normal piercingly cold ones. Fuck, this man has no idea what he's doing to you. If it wasn't so taboo you would have already made a move. You're both adults so what does it matter?

No! That's only the horny talking, you know you can't hit on your teacher! You think to yourself, trying to snap yourself out of your lewd thoughts.

"Ah I'm sorry sir, recently my parents have been going through a divorce and things have just been weird. Especially with my father, we've never been especially close." You say to him, technically it wasn't a lie, you and your father had always had a...strained relationship to say the least.

"Okay, just let me know if you need anything." He says and you quickly thank him before scurrying out of the room.

Your friend is waiting for you outside with a smirk plastered across her face.

"So how was getting chewed out by the infamous Nanami Kento. I'm sure that crushed your little crush on him." She says with a wink that causes your blush to return.

You made the mistake of telling your friend about your crush on your Professor. She constantly teases you about it.

"Actually he was super sweet and understanding. He said that I could go to him if I needed anything." You say with a soft smile, thinking back on his warm touch.

Later that night when you finally get to your dorm your friend plops right down onto her bed and passes out.

You envied her carefree nature, she was naturally so smart. You sat down at your desk and opened your textbook to your assigned homework. You sighed, your one little not so innocent day dream set you back way farther than you thought.

You were already struggling but now it felt like everything was in a different language! Nothing was making sense and your grades were already slipping.

You tapped your head against your desk, you needed to start getting more serious. Grades would be sent home soon and your dad would not be okay with any of these.

Slowly you open your lap top and start your intense study session. You watch several youtube videos and read several articles. After all of that you still felt like you only understood a fraction of the lesson.

Unfortunately the sun had already begun to rise. Panic immediately sets in as you realize you went the whole night without sleeping.

The next few weeks are a blur of trying to improve your grades but miserably failing. You try to ask your roommate for help but she's terrible at explaining.

"Just do it! I don't get what you don't understand [Y/N], just go through these four steps!" She insists but it never gets through your thick skull.

Finally the day has arrived, the day you have been dreading for the last few weeks. The day that your grades get released to your parents.

You knew your mother wouldn't care, she was always so supportive. She knew you were doing your best and that was enough for her.

On the other hand your father was cruel, always has been and probably always will be. He would send you harsh messages, and scream at you for the slightest failures. If it wasn't first then it was last to him.

Shockingly enough it had been two days since grades had been released and nothing. No messages, missed calls, or even voicemails. Maybe he had missed it, either way you were relieved. Until it happened.

DING

Your phone lights up with a message from none other than your father. You stare down in horror, you know the worst is about to happen.

[Daughter],

I'm not just disgusted; I'm questioning how someone I raised could sink so low. You've not only let me down; you've shattered any pride I had in being your parent. It's shameful to be associated with the poor decisions you're making. Your recent behavior is beyond disappointing; it's utterly shameful. Your choices not only reflect a profound lack of character but also make me question the values I thought I had instilled in you. Frankly, associating with someone displaying such a flagrant disregard for decency is nothing short of humiliating.

Revulsion,

[Your Father]

You stare down at the message in shock, he didn't even bother to use your name. You quickly run into a nearby classroom, trying to hide the tears that have begun to well up in your eyes.

You collapse, leaning against the wall and falling to the floor. Tears begin to pour out of your eyes as you reread the message. After that paragraph he continued to send more harsh messages, messages that you couldn't even repeat out loud.

CLICK

Your eyes shoot up to the door to your left. You thought you had stumbled into an unused classroom but you realized a little too late that you're in your math professors room.

"[Y/N]?" You hear a familiar voice call out. Your eyes widen in horror, it's Mr. Nanami.

Quickly you scramble to your feet. You try to wipe away your tears but there's no hiding the red rim around your eyes and puffy face.

"Ah I'm sorry, I didn't realize this was your classroom Sir." You say with a quick bow, swiftly walking towards the door.

"Wait-" He says, grabbing your wrist gently and spinning you around. You fall forward into his chest from the quick movement.

Your face irrupts into flames from the close proximity and you slowly take a step back. His face is unreadable and the two of you just stand there in silence for a moment.

Finally he breaks the silence."Are you okay?" He says slowly reaching for your face, rubbing a stray tear away with his thumb. Your eyes widen in shock, the man in front of you who is known for being cruel is being so unbelievably gentle.

"Mr. Nanami-"

DING

That one noise was enough to send you reeling. It was like you lost all control of your body as the grief washed back over you. Your head falls against his chest and he quickly wraps his arms around you.

"[Y/N] what's going on? Talk to me please." He says while rubbing circles into your back. It takes you a second to catch your breath and realize who arms you're in.

"Omg I'm sniff so sorry Mr. sniff Nanami!" You speak out between sobs, trying to pull yourself together.

"Don't worry [Y/N] you're safe, let it out." He says, pulling you back into the safety of his arms. You sob into his arms while he gently caresses your hair, the size difference between you two being incredibly present.

"Good girl, just like that." The innocent words caused your face to engulf into flames, your tears beginning to slow.

Eventually your sob comes to a complete stop and you slowly step away, begrudgingly leaving the warmth of his arms.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Nanami it's just some family issues, I really shouldn't have reacted like this, I'm so sorry." You begin to apologize profusely, embarrassment kicking in.

"It's really no problem [Y/N], I'm here whenever you need." He says with the softest smile ever. Your heart nearly skips a beat before you scurry away.

Over the next couple of weeks you avoid Nanami like the plague. Quickly leaving class as soon as the bell rings. The embarrassment from your pathetic actions have truly stared to get to you.

Unfortunately today you couldn't rush out as fast as usual. You were taking a math exam when the bell rang, and you hadn't finished.

"Ah, sorry, Mr. Nanami I didn't finish." You say with an adorable pout.

"I'm staying after school today, if you'd like the come finish it later." He says, glancing up from his desk briefly to address you.

"That would be great, thank you Mr. Nanami!" You say with an enthusiastic smile, trying to ignore your pounding heart.

Finally the time has come, your last period has ended and it's time to head back to your math room.

Your heart is practically leaping out of your chest, just you and Nanami, alone together. Considering the fact that there's also a near by basketball game the school will be practically empty.

knock knock

"Hello Professor? It's me [Y/N], I'm here to finish my test." You say sheepishly, the door slowly opens and you're met with Nanami gazing down at you.

The two of you just stare at each other for a long moment before Nanami clears his throat, stepping aside. You thank him before heading inside and sitting at your usual desk.

He gives you your test back and the two of you sit in comfortable silence as you work through the unanswered questions.

"Shit" You huff under your breath. You couldn't remember the equation you had to use for this specific word problem.

The way it was worded was similar to another equation. You knew it wasn't that but you just couldn't for the life of you remember what it was.

"Hm?" Nanami hums out, standing over your shoulder, watching your struggle against mathematics. You startle slightly, you hadn't even heard him stand up.

"Use the Pendulum Formula." He whispers as if someone else was in the room, someone waiting to bust through the door and yell at him for giving away answers.

You look over your shoulder, making eye contact with him. He was so close you could practically feel his breath on your face.

The tension was so thick you could practically taste it. His eyes on your lips and yours on his, you knew it was wrong, but was it really that bad?

Within seconds his lips are attached on yours. Your arms fly up, desperately grabbing at his hair, pulling him impossibly closer.

You don't even notice as he picks you up off of your chair, seating you on his desk. Your to focused on him, and the taste of his sweet lips.

Neither of you could get enough, your legs wrapping around his waist, him grinding against your clothed pussy.

Begrudgingly the two of you pull apart, gasping for air. His head falls onto your shoulder, arms tightening around your figure, you were so small compared to him, practically caged between his arms.

"W..We should stop." He huffs out, but you knew that was the last thing he wanted, you could tell from the large bulge rubbing against your inner thighs. He wanted this just as badly, if not more than you did.

"I know, but I really don't want to." You say, tightening your grip on his hair and pulling him back into a sloppy kiss.

His hands roam your body, sliding his warm hands under your shirt, sending shivers down your spine.

His hands take little time making their way up to your breasts, pulling your bra down but not off. Leaving your breasts exposed to the cold air, your nipples immediately hardening.

You don't just sit there idly while he toys with you, you're making quick work of his belt. Quickly undoing it and unzipping his pants.

You slide your hand inside, against his clothed heat, still being protected by his underwear.

The two of you pull away from each other once more, though this time it's for the sole purpose of undressing. Immediately you reach for the hem of your shirt, yanking it up and over, leaving your perky nipples on complete display.

He groans at the sight, barely being able to focus on the small buttons that line his shirt. You take pity on the man and help him out.

Your breath nearly gets stuck in your throat as you watch him take off his shirt, teasingly slow. His chiseled body on complete display all for you.

Gently he clears his desk, gently pushing you down on the now cleared area. He hovers over you, so large you can't even tell that he's still standing.

He starts with your lips leaving feather light kisses down to your jaw, your throat, and your collarbone. When he gets to your breasts he pauses for a moment before kitten licking your right nipple.

Your legs squeeze around his waist at the feeling, letting out a moan that sounded more like a squeak. His right hand comes up, sliding across your thigh all the way up to your left nipple, making sure it's receiving the same attention.

It was heavenly, but it wasn't what you wanted, no needed what you needed was him, all of him.

"P-Please Nanami, I w-wanna feel you." You barely manage to squeak out, moaning in between syllables.

He unlatches from your chest with a pop before moving back up to kiss you. The kiss only momentarily distracted you from his quick fingers.

You felt your belt loosen and your pants unbutton and in what felt like a mere second you were just in your panties.

He pulls back to take a look at you, completely flushed with you bra unceremoniously pull down, your arm placed on your forehead and you pretty pink panties with a noticeable wet spot.

Fuck he could almost cum just from the sight of you. You watch his every move, desperate for him to touch you, anywhere at this point.

He wanted to take his time, he wanted to make love to you, show you that he really did care about you and this wasn't just some one night stand, but after seeing you so desperate for him he knew that'd have to wait for another day.

Swiftly he slides his underwear down, allowing his dick to spring free, practically slapping his stomach. The tip was flushed red, precum practically drowning out.

Carefully and slowly he aligns himself with your entrance, practically teasing you as he slides himself through your folds a few times, mixing both of your fluids together, creating plenty of slick.

You reach up, wrapping you arms around his neck, pulling him down into a passionate kiss as he slowly, painstakingly slowly enters you.

The two of you pant and mewl into the kiss, both completely blissed out from the feeling. Your warm velvety walls are sucking him in so nicely, you're so fucking tight he can barely handle it, and fuck he fills you up so nicely, the stretch feeling more pleasurable than you could've imagined.

The two of you take a moment to catch your breath before he begins to move, but it's not enough. He's going to slow, to sensual, what you need is for him to fuck you, have you seeing stars.

"M-More, fffffuckkk, Nanami harder please." You moan out, squeezing around him.

"F-Fuck, whatever you say Doll." He says and the nickname only causes your heart to flutter and your pussy to beg for more.

Oh and does he deliver. He grabs either side of your hips, holding you securely in place as he pounds into you. When he finds your prostate he practically abuses the squishy area.

He's groaning and huffing above you, trying his absolute hardest to hold out, to not cum on the spot from your warm walls.

As he feels his release approaching one of his hands snake down to rub at your throbbing flit. Your legs wrap around him, somehow even tighter as you let out a whiny moan, pleasure hitting you.

"F-Fuck, I'm almost there." He groans out and he can tell you are too, he can tell by the pulsations, your pussy practically sucking him in deeper.

Without any warning he pulls out and you whine, your hole grasping at nothing. The empty feeling making you whine out in disagreement.

He doesn't make you wait long though, plunging two fingers inside of you. Mercilessly fingering you and practically abusing your clit with his skilled younger.

He has you cumming in mere minutes, but the two of you aren't done yet, no he still hasn't cum. Without even letting you catch your breath after you intense orgasm he pulls your practically limp body off of his desk and onto the floor.

You sit down, staring at him with glazed eyes. Your mouth practically watering at the sight of his dick, it's practically crying for your help.

You spare little time, wrapping your soft delicate fingers around the base and gently licking the tip. He groans, "fuck please, don't tease me."

You smile at his politeness and decide to listen, taking him in your mouth. He's huge and you're practically choking but it's exhilarating. Your heart is racing and your pussy is dripping from excitement.

Your hollowing your cheeks, humming on his dick, swirling your tongue around the tip. You're giving this man the sloppiest fucking head ever and he's enjoying every minute.

Gently intertwining his fingers into your hair and practically fucking your throat with his cock. "Fuck just like that, who's my good girl? You're doing so good for me baby."

When he starts to twitch in the back of your throat you know he's close. That only encourages you to speed up, bobbing your head up and down, staring up at him through tears, not breaking eye contact for even a second.

That was the last straw, he felt something snap and he was gone, shooting warm streams of milky white cum down your throat. You're practically choking on his cock but that doesn't stop him from holding you in place.

"You can take it for me, I know you can, you take me so well princess." He groans out as you work him through his orgasm.

Finally he releases your hair and you slide him out of your throat with a pop. Quickly he leans down to pull you up and into a tight hug.

You return without hesitation, leaning your head on his chest, but he wasn't done. No this was just the beginning.

He gives you a moment to regain your composure before he's bending you over his desk, ass out and ready to be fucked.

#jjk x reader #jjk smut #nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #smut with plot #y/n’s dad is mean #pls i wrote this in an hour

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

Take Your Child to Work Day

Tomioka Giyuu x Wife!Reader • Kimetsu Gakuen AU

Synopsis: You and Giyuu couldn’t find a babysitter in time so Giyuu opted out to taking his son to work with him

A/N: I had Dad!Giyuu brain rot so then drew Giyuu reading to his son and then I thought of this idea as I was drawing so now I'm writing it lol

CW: none just fluff ♡

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“Are you really sure you're okay with that? Would the school be okay with that??” You ask your husband, taking another glance down at your phone to catch the time. You both needed to leave the house soon to get to work. However, you couldn’t leave your son home alone. He was too young to be left in the empty house unmonitored. But calling off of work wasn’t an option either. Your husband had offered to take his son to work with him.

“I mean, its a school. Its always filled with kids. I'm sure they won’t mind, especially if I explain what happened. The babysitter called last minute saying she got sick and couldn’t come today, its no one’s fault.”

You place your hand on top of your child’s head, still feeling worried about the time crunch and who would watch over your son. “Hmmm I guess. You sure he’ll have a spot to sit down and stayed entertained?”

“I’m sure.” Your husband responds, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth to reassure you that everything would turn out just fine. You smile back at him, looking at the time once more and taking note that you both didn’t really have much of an option anyways. You bend down to reach your child’s gaze, cupping his chubby cheeks into your palms.

“Okay, Sweetie. You’re going to be going to work with your Papa today. Make sure to behave and do what Papa says, alright?”

A wide grin appears on your child’s face, excited at the fact he’d get to spend all day with his dad. You start to place kisses all across his face, squeezing his cheeks and telling him how much you’ll miss him and to have an amazing day. Standing back up to place a kiss on Giyuu’s lips.

“Okay, I got to start heading out, take care. I’ll see you both later.” Giyuu gives you a goodbye as you rush out the door. Now looking down to his boy who already had his arms outstretched for his father. Giyuu bends down to grab ahold of him and lift him into his arms.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun today! Lets pack you a lunch super quick and then head out, okay?”

-

Giyuu’s larger hand held onto his son’s much tinier hand as they both walked onto the campus. Giyuu having to take much shorter strides for his son’s shorter legs to keep up.

“Here’s the plan, I’m gonna take you to the teacher’s office and you can sit at my desk. I have plenty of paper and markers there for you to draw with. I’ll also try and snatch some crayons from Uzui’s class if you’d like. But I’m going to have to be in the gym for my classes, okay? I wont be next to you all day, but I’ll still be here. You okay with that?”

“Yes, I’m okay with it!” Your boy cheered out, excited to be at his father’s desk. Already imaging to pretend to be his father at the desk and feel like a real teacher.

Giyuu walked into the teacher’s office, deep down hoping no one would be there to question why he had brought his child to work. But alas, almost every teacher was still at their desks, organizing through papers and planners to prepare for the day. He slightly grimaced to himself to see the full room.

“Oh, Tomioka-san! You’re here, you’re later than usual.” Kanae beams out. Her eyes slowly scan down to see a much smaller looking Giyuu attached to his leg. Her eyes instantly light up as she gets up from her seat. “Oh my goodness!! Tomioka-san! Is this your little boy?! He’s looks just like you, he’s so adorable!” Giyuu swallows, knowing that Kanae’s voice had reached the rest of the teachers and all heads turned to him instantly. Kanae resting her hands on her knees as she bent down to greet his son.

“Nice to meet you, Little Tomioka! I’m Kanae!” She smiles brightly. Your son starts to grow shy and clings on more to his father as he mumbles out a hello.

“Tomioka! You brought your son?!” Rengoku’s voice booms loudly standing up from his desk to catch a glimpse. Giyuu simply nods as Kanae straightens out her posture, “May I ask why?” She asks Giyuu.

“My wife and I couldn’t find a babysitter. The one we hired called in last minute apologizing that she couldn’t make it because she got sick. So I decided to take him with me.”

“Where the hell are you gonna keep him?” Sanemi asks aggressively, his intimidating eyes glaring at Giyuu. Arms crossed over his chest as he stayed seated in his chair, spun around to be facing the two.

“At my desk, of course.” He answers coolly. He looks over at Uzui was was curiously peering over the desks to get a look at Giyuu’s son. “Uzui, would it be alright if my son borrowed some crayons from the art room?” The tall man nods in agreement, a small smile on his face. He had to admit, a little version of Tomioka was indeed adorable. Even if he wasn’t the best of friends with his father, he wouldn’t deny a young child some crayons to help keep them occupied.

Rengoku walks over, standing beside Kanae to greet your child. A smile a lot bigger than his usual one making his eyes crinkle with joy. He voice booming out loudly as he greeted the small boy. Your son jumps, scared off by his voice and hides more behind Giyuu’s legs. Rengoku apologizes and kneels down, lowering his voice and hold out his hand for your son.

“Its Uncle Rengoku,” Giyuu calls out to his son. “You’ve both met before, though I’m sure you were too little to remember. No need to be so shy, say hi.” He pats the top of his child’s head to help reassure him. Now that your son was looking at him, he remembers a vague memory of hair that looked like fire. Still too shy, he waves hello from behind his father. Rengoku lets out a laugh, finding the boy adorable.

“He’s just as reserved as you!” Rengoku speaks as he stands back up. Giyuu lets out a small puff of air through his noise, a small smile as he looks down at his son.

“I have my free period first thing, I could keep your son companied while you’re teaching your class, Tomioka-San.” Kanae speaks out.

“That would be great, thank you.” Giyuu answers. He grabs a hold of his son’s hand and guides him over to his desk, lifting him to set him in his chair. “I have to get going real soon, okay? Kanae-san will keep you company for now. I’ll miss you, be good, okay?” Giyuu places a kiss on his sons forehead before heading out of the office to the gym.

-

The whistle screeches loudly as Giyuu blew air into it.

“No resting! Keep running! Looking at you, Agatsuma!”

The yellow haired boy groans, huffing out loudly as he tried to pick his pace back up to a jog again. It was already second period, meaning its already be a little over an hour since Giyuu had seen his son. He knew he would be alright, but his mind still wandered, hoping he was gleefully coloring on the spare papers on his desk. Kanae was a very nice women and very good with children, he knew she’d be able to soothe him if he did start to get anxious. Though it was second period, meaning she probably had headed to her class already. He hoped his son wasn’t too lonely now. There should at least be another teacher in the room, right? Hopefully no one too intimidating… Giyuu shudders at the thought of his poor son having to be alone in a room with Shinazugawa. Hopefully Rengoku had his second period as his free period.

“Tomioka!!” A voice shouts out behind him. Giyuu turns to see Sanemi walking into the gym, his son on his hip with tears rolling down his red cheeks. His little fists rubbing his puffy eyes.

“What happened?” Giyuu asks concerned, his attention no longer on his students as he reached out for his upset son. “You didn’t scare him, did you?”

“Asshole, I’m actually great with kids. I have a ton of younger siblings you know. Your kid was just crying ‘cause he missed you. Couldn’t get him to quiet down, all he did was ask for you.” Sanemi looks at your son as he passes him on to Giyuu. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him, but Sanemi actually looked concerned for the young boy. Maybe Sanemi really was a lot softer than Giyuu thought.

“ ‘M sorry, Papa. I just missed you…” your son hiccuped out through sobs, his small fists now clinging on to Giyuu’s track suit as he buried his face into his father’s chest. Giyuu combed his fingers through his son’s hair to help soothe him. “It’s okay, I’m here now. You can just stay in the gym with me, you can sit on the bleachers.” He brings his attention back to Sanemi who’s eyes were still trained on the boy. “Thank you for bringing him, Shinazugawa.” Sanemi nods, eyes darting back to Giyuu’s son. Satisfied to see that he’s finally calmed down and starts to walk out of the gym.

“Tomioka-Sensei!!!” A student yells loudly, “Is that your son?!” Giyuu suddenly remembers that he in the middle of a class. None of the students were doing their laps anymore and were all sparkling with joy as they eyed the small boy in his arms.

“I didn’t tell any of you to stop running!” He shouts at the students. They all jump at his command and go back to their physical activities.

-

The bell rings and all the students immediately run up to Giyuu who was standing beside his son who was sat on the bleachers, little legs swaying happily.

“Tomioka-Sensei! Your son is so cute!” A dark red headed boy chimes out first. His maroon eyes sparkling with joy as he stared at the little version of Giyuu.

“Kamado, what have I told you about those earrings?” Giyuu scolds.

“I apologize! They’re my father’s! But can I say hi to your son? Please?!” He beams, barely able to contain his excitement. His other friends gathered behind him, most of them also looking eager to say hello. Giyuu sighs in defeat, “Yes, but don’t bombard him, he can get shy.” Giyuu turns over, holding out his hand for his son to call him over. His son hops to his feet and runs to grab ahold of his father’s hand. His little eyes peering up at the students gleaming at him. Tanjiro gets down on his knee to get eye level with the boy, a sweet smile on his face as he speaks gently.

“Hi, Tomioka-kun! How are you? Happy to be at work with your Papa?”

Your son smiles at the mention of his father and nods excitedly. Tanjiro can feel his heart being squeezed, he found him just too adorable. Reminding him of his baby siblings back at home. Nezuko next to her brother, peering happily at the young boy also seeing her own younger siblings in him. Bringing her hand to pat the top of your son’s head.

“Tomioka-Sensei, I didn’t know you had a wife and family.” Zenitsu lets out quietly. He found his son adorable, but felt too nervous to get any closer. The boy with the unbuttoned shirt next to him just staring in silence with a certain twinkle in his green eyes. A girl with a ponytail on one side of her head with an adorable butterfly clip standing along with the group of kids but looking more spaced out than the rest. And finally another girl with inky black pig tails and blue eyes looking excited beside her. Though stepping closer to also greet the young boy, crouching down besides the Kamado siblings.

“Your son looks just like you, he’s super cute!” The girl chimes out.

“Thank you, Kanzaki.” Giyuu responds, peering down at his son. He looked a lot more comfortable with this crowd. Most likely because they were much closer to his age compared to a room full of adults. Giyuu cant help but smile to himself, watching his son enjoying the attention he was receiving.

-

Finally back home after a long day, Giyuu sighs as he opens the door with his son on his hip. You were already home and started on dinner, immediately wiping your hands on a towel to meet your two favorite boys at the door.

“How was it?” You ask excitedly, reaching out your arms for your son was doing the same for you and calling out "Mama". Immediately kissing his soft cheeks and squeezing him tight to you in a warm hug. Leaning over to give Giyuu his greeting kiss.

“It went well, the teachers were helpful and cared for him when they could. Though he did cry when Shinazugawa was with him.”

You gasp, “Oh no, did he scare him? He can be pretty intense sometimes…” you loved Sanemi but even you had to admit he can be scary to look at.

“No, he’s actually really good with kids. He was crying because he missed me. It was probably scary for him in such a big, unfamiliar building without his Papa.” Giyuu smiles at his son, moving some stray hairs out of his face. “Right? Uncle Shinazugawa was nice? You were just missing me?”

Your son nods at Giyuu’s words, remembering how nice the white haired man was. Remembering how he doodled funny images onto the paper with him. How his grip was too strong he ended up breaking half the crayons. Remembering how when he started to cry that he brought him into an embrace and rocked him to try and soothe him. His thumb wiping away tears that continuously rolled down his cheeks.

“Shinazugawa brought him to me in the middle of my class and all the students were staring.” Giyuu adds on. “It was too hot out so we had class inside so he was able to sit on the bleachers. Not much else happened after that. Just more teachers and students greeting him and telling me how identical we look.”

You smile at your husband, “That’s great to hear. I’m glad it all worked out. Now let me continue with dinner, you two must be hungry, I know I am!” You set your son down and walk back to the kitchen, Giyuu following behind you to help wherever he could.

#baby Tomioka looks super chubby in the drawing #but I think its cute #anyways dad!Giyuu brain rot everyone #I’ll post the full drawing later bevause I need to be asleep #i did not mean to stay up this late writing this fic lmao #if I stopped it would have stayed a WIP forever lolol #i also feel like im not accurate about Japanese schools at all in this #but its fine cuz baby Tomioka is the main focus anyways lol #tomioka giyuu x reader #kny fanfic #kny x reader #tomioka giyuu drabble #kny imagines #giyuu imagines #giyuu x you #giyuu x y/n

[skittlewaffle]

Just an excited dad preparing for baby’s arrival

Just a loving father being doting and gentle on his two darlings

Just some happy dads dying over how small their kiddo is

Just two silly goobers messing around

… *sigh*

I have baby fever y’all, I’ll be completely honest ,, this was majorly self indulgent

if you were wondering, yes, I would feel like the kid is biologically theirs, made possible with sperm donors. it’s rlly deeply emotional and intimate to me personally that they made their own baby !!

however, this could 100% be portrayed as an adoption scenario as well !! It would make Sun and Moon just as happy to have a kid they can actually call theirs, no matter if through natural or legal means. It’s life-changing enough to simply be called fathers rather than just caretakers 🥺

Bonus hand size comparison for y’all 💖 (DCA’s hand could be bigger honestly haha,,)

#tw pregnancy #pregnancy tw #sundrop #moondrop #dca #y/n #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #k’s art #digital #doodles #goddddd i’m DYING OVER HEREEEE #i’m on the floor #dad sun and moon give me so much life guys it’s not even funny they’re just PERFECT for the role #they will take such wonderful care of their family #they really do mean everything to them and there isn’t a thing they wouldn’t do for their health and happiness #not only husband material but DAD MATERIAL IM 😭💖💖😭💖😭 #i deadass really can’t get enough of them #imagine them caring for y/n throughout the pregnancy like HDHSGZJSNX they’re so protective always doing checkups on them #they want everything to go as smoothly as possible and they will serve you in any way they can because they can’t imagine what ur going thru #all they know is that it’s tough !!! and they want you to rest and be as comfy as possible . don’t you worry about a thing starlight #don’t you lift a finger let us take care of the house for you and babyproof it and everything #you bet the nursery will be celestial / daycare themed too lolll

[itsagrimm]

Von Vätern und Söhnen

Translation: Of Fathers and Sons

After everything König went through he wonders if he can be a good dad

600 words

CN light PTSD symptoms and sleeplessness , discussions of pregnancy, könig goes to therapy (clap clap clap), childhood trauma

Outside, a stormy winter-wind howled around the house, making branches of the bare tree on the street tap against the windows.

König couldn’t sleep, the sound too loud and irregular to ignore.

Starring up at the ceiling he traced the old stucco to calm himself.

Flowers, Artemis and her entourage frolicking through eternal spring, more flowers.

At this point he knew every centimetre of his bedroom ceiling in the Altbau-Vienna flat by hard.

He sighed.

Amalia had gotten him ear plugs and a mask to sleep better. He knew she meant well, but he couldn’t bear depriving himself of sensory inputs that had saved his life out in the field countless times. It was a hard habit to shake, making him feel claustrophobic as if he was locked in his mind.

Instead, he listened to her deep breaths in his arms, curled against his side with her belly pressed against him.

She clung to him, as if afraid he would be gone again when she woke up.

He wouldn’t.

They had talked about it when she told him she was pregnant. Finally. He smiled into the bedroom twilight.

Seeing Amalia’s body change as she carried their child filled him with both wonder and worry.

She was always tired no matter how much she slept. Her newfound picky appetite drove her into constant annoyance, leaving her hungry AND nauseous. And as much as she wanted this child, it was clear she wanted to be done with pregnancy - constantly chiding the unborn kid for all the discomforts the little one caused her as she waddled around the flat in König’s borrowed larger clothes.

Finally, her always unspoken understanding of König’s periodic aloofness became a voiced concern.

Friendly but firmly she had insisted on therapy for them both.

Like a general she had marshalled him into a therapist’s office, leaving him with the choice of working on himself or continuing to run away until the kid would catch up.

With a defeated sigh, he had agreed.

His own father had been distant.

A presence in his childhood only there to silently take the seat at the dinner table, pay for expenses or put down a paternal hand on his shoulder for family portraits.

König knew very little about what it meant to be a good father, but it certainly wasn’t what his father had been to him. And his time as a soldier and later mercenary hadn’t helped either, giving him many memories and scars he doubted he would ever fully recover from. Therapy was long overdue anyway and better than him accidentally acting out against his child. Clearly not something fathers should do. That much he knew.

Something kicked him into his side.

König turned his head, checking if Amalia was awake.

She wasn’t.

Her face buried into his shoulder, motionless except for her deep steady breaths and her pupils twitching behind her closed eyelids.

But the baby moved - her belly turned sideways towards him and with the kid in it kicking him into his hip.

What a troublemaker already.

König smiled, imagining how the little kiddo dreamed like his mother - kicking, twitching, seeing a whole world behind their little eyelids.

Don’t worry little one, Papa ist da.

König moved his hand and placed it on Amalia’s stomach where the baby was kicking.

It gave one last push for good measure before calming down again.

Maybe putting down his hand were his child could feel it was a good start to be a father after all.

-

I think könig would be a good dad, working on breaking intergenerational trauma and all that 😌

#könig #könig x oc #könig x amalia #könig call of duty #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig x reader #dad könig #also i do hc könig as trans and will put this somewhere in the either fanatsy realm or amalia and könig had some means to have kids #don't wonder too much about the constellations here its their kid and they love it #könig modern warfare #könig x you #grimmwriting #könig x OC #könig x y/n

[theloveinc]

I was thinking about growing old with bakugo and it somehow evolved into thinking of him getting all sad grumpy old guy when u die first and now I'm depressed kms

Aw, Oji Bakugo🥺 always out in the garden watering his plants or yelling at the neighborhood kids (who he secretly loves) for bothering him with questions about being a hero. I really love the dynamic of like, one grumpy grandparent and one really sweet one, so I’m also gonna say that’s you and him in how you’re the one always handing out the onigiri and mochi you (both) made for the kiddies.

This is definitely super depressing though LOL, but let’s pretend you are him are/were both helllllllllllaaaaaa old so things seem a little more natural that way. Plus, you have your own kids + grandkids or even Kiri, Deku’s and everyone else’s, too, there taking care of him now that (when) you’re gone.

Calling him Grampy (or something) and asking him to teach them how to cook, or fix something, or even how to make the bed in that way you always liked… I think he’ll be okay🥺

…even if all his “jokes” consist of lamenting about the fact that no one is you:

“Oji! Oji!!! Guess what?”

“You brought my wife back from the dead?”

“Uh, no…? I got a—”

“Then I don’t care.”

“…”

“I’m just kidding, kid. Tell me that again.”

LMAOOO LIKE LITERALLY EVERYONE YELLS AT HIM FOR THAT😩😩😩

#bakugo #plus better you than him #LOL JK IDK #It’s kinda sweet tho if u think abt it #sad but also… a lot of ppl there and ur like a god #and your kids are always yelling at him for saying weird stuff about you #‘oh dad they were out of your fave hot sauce so I got this instead’ #‘just put me in the ground with y/n at this point’ #Brbdufurkhvkdkdl NO!!! #anyway #love this lowkey #means u and him had a good and happy life❤️ #caitie answers #caitie things #anon

[snickerdoodlles]

having a lot of thoughts right now at 4am about chay being ruthless

there’s a specific animorphs quote i’m thinking of:

"People don't understand the word ruthless. They think it means 'mean.' It's not about being mean. It's about seeing the bright, clear line that leads from A to B. The line that goes from motive to means. Beginning to end. It's about seeing that bright, clear line and not caring about anything but the beautiful fact that you can see the solution. Not caring about anything else but the perfection of it." — Marco, The Reunion by K.A. Applegate 

specifically the bit: It's about seeing the bright, clear line that leads from A to B. 

now, i dont think chay from season 1 is ruthless. but i very much see him as having the makings of it. chay has a very simple and direct approach to things; he sees something he wants, so he pursues it (he asks his idol for lessons their first meeting, he doesn’t let kim skip out on tutor lessons, he confesses twice because he had a homework goal and then a personal goal, he wants the truth so he confronts kim that same day, etc). and we see this theme of ‘chay has a goal, chay pursues goal’ most often with kim because they specifically foil each other in this. kim has a grand speech about making sacrifices to achieve your goals, but he’s stagnant between the world he was borne into and cant fully leave because of his brothers, vs the soft bright world he wants to be in but cant because he comes bearing blood. this directly contrasts with chay, who pursues his goals fullheartedly and recklessly

now, chay's not ruthless. not...yet. but there’s also these little...hints of a ruthlessly practical mindset to him. the most standout point for me in this regard was episode 1 when porsche is worried about his uncle. he’s sent arthee away, but he’s still planning “how do i get uncle out of trouble, and how do i maximize it?”

but chay? chay’s straight up like “uncle’s problems aren’t ours, lets just runaway to go live your dream of owning a bar on the beach”

i love this scene between porsche and chay so much. not only is really heartwarming, but i think it rly solidifies who they are as characters right off the bat. porsche is a caretaker. he takes care of everyone around him, whether he has an obligation to or not. but chay is fully ready to just leave their uncle behind. uncle interferes with brother’s and mine’s future plans? then no uncle in future plans. chay doesn’t even seem to mourn nor care that his uncle, one of his two caretakers left, is just gone from his life after ep1. like...that’s a really cold assessment for a teenager to make about one of his two living family members (that he knows of)

for me, what holds chay back from tipping into any sort of ruthless so far is mostly his naivety. not innocence (chay is not innocent yes i am still fighting on this hill), but he has certain expectations of the world that don’t necessarily match what the world is. to me, this shows most clearly when he sees warning flags (”...how do you know i have a brother?”) but is fully willing to ignore them in favor of pursuing his original goal(s) instead of taking the warning flags into account. and since he doesn’t plan for them, when some of those flags grow into actual problems, they really trip him up in ways he’s not prepared to handle. but he doesn’t have that any more at the end of season 1

if we do get a second season, i would be v curious to see where chay’s character develops. im apparently the outlier lol, but i actually really love where kim and chay ended in s1. they were on a trajectory to crash in the middle and instead they missed and landed where the other started. kim, the kid running away from the things he’s always wanted, puts himself out there with zero expectation or surety that chay will reach back. chay lingers over the video, unsure if he wants to respond to it or block it, so he throws his phone away to deal with it another time. and it’d just be really interesting to see how these two characters would react following the same trajectory the other one originally did, but coming at it with a very different background/development. and for chay specifically, i would just rly love to see how his ep1 “lets just abandon uncle to the debtors and go live our dreams on a beach” hints might come back/come into play in a mafia world setting

#this is v stream of conscious like. this isnt anything super serious. 5am is not a time for serious lol #anyways. i have. thoughts. #didnt want to expand in the post bc this is SO very much thumb tacks and strings and headcanons but. i also want to see chay's ruthlessness #and how it might mirror/follow namphueng's ruthlessness specifically #my read on namphueng is that she's playing her own game. and whatever game she's playing for her survival. she did it knowing that she'd hav #*have to abandon her sons and that she cant/wont reveal anything to them right away #there's some fun ideas to play with there between porsche's phoenix symbolism and korn's chess bs #so i would rly love to see like. porsche v much takes after his dad in his caretaker and big heart traits #where as chay is v much namphueng's son and they have a bright clear line between point a and point b they'll pursue without hesitation #there's a fun playground in there between chay and korn but that probably interests me exclusively bc it relates to talk shit get hit series #lol ANYWAYS i personally would love for namphueng backstory and a namphueng backstory that includes her selling out her original family #specifically (i mean the family the theerapanukuls killed and took her from). then namphueng tried to get away from them #that would be v fun for me its the top of my s2 bucket list #btes if ive misspelled anything shhhhhhh its 5am ive been up since before 7am spelling isnt real #this isnt rly meant to be anything lol just. been keeping me up all night. oof. #kinnporsche #mine: kinnporsche #pls stop saying chays this weeping willow or doe-eyed bambi or innocent bean or whatever i am so tired lol #chay did not abandon his uncle to the wolves for this kind of slander lol #he did not sell himself like he was living a y/n fanfic for you to box him into innocent maiden tropes #he didnt push every step of his and kims brief relationship for yall to make kim the dom lmao #.......promise im done. this isnt a tag whine lol. its just like. idk. did yall forget the shit chay's pulled in canon #he's the same wavelength of insane as kim thats why they work #tag rambles #tag rambles: kinnporsche

[denjirv]

I'M MORE THAN HAPPY TO GIVE YOU MATERIAL AAAA, THANK YOU FOR RESPONDING TO ME :'D I still can't get the image of Denji trying to hug Kishibe for the first time though. I'm just crying at the thought of Denji and Power trying to copy your cute gestures like hugging him, tugging on his sleeve, napping on him, and linking your arms with his. Kishibe feels like it's a walmart version of your actions. Oh and as you said, he can never say no to you. Imagine if you're addicted to human drinks, like the instant coffee, matcha latte, etc. He wants to stop you but you look so happy so he can't. When he's younger he actually tried to stop you but you look like a kicked puppy so hr gave up.

The fiend with a human food addiction, if power and Denji have a appetite you're 10 times worse cause you practically inhale food. Kishibe learns just to let you eat and try new things honestly

You always leave positive reviews for food, while kishibe might find flaws in the food you could never say anything negative about it. Mainly cause food is a human thing that you'd observe from your coworkers, people love food right? So might as well try them all!

#foodie reader #i love this dynamic sm #Fufils the dad issues I mean wha #chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x you #chainsaw man x y/n #kishibe x reader

[homosexual-newsboy]

I have so many questions about How to Dance in Ohio and they're all screaming inside me while I sit on the floor scrolling tumblr and listening to silence in my headphones and I need to know everything right now please and thank you

#htdio #how to dance in ohio #htdio musical #how to dance in ohio musical #i need to know everything #going crazy am I #i n s a n i t y #over a show that I haven't even seen yet #BUT IM SEEING IT IN MARCH #as long as my dad doesn't find out about Mel #cus then disaster #my dad also shall not be allowed to know that this show is nice about autistic people #he can learn when we get there #anyways seeing it in march #obsessed #the only music I listen to is this and a few songs from Alice by Heart atm #and the occasional mean girls and dear evan hansen #but mostly just htdio

[deus-ex-mona]

when the plot developments hit just ✨wrong✨

#can’t believe the 2k24 plot has progressed to the point where the weekend has ended… s i g h #i don’t want the weekend to eeeeeeeeeenddddddddd #wasted yet another weekend reading a facepalm-worthy manhwa. i want my weekend back </3 #m an. the main plot point of that manhwa was just the entitled af sister poisoning everyone and evading consequences until the end #seriouslyyyyyyy first she poisoned the fl，then she tried to poison the fl’s husband (who was also her lover) #then she poisoned herself to bid farewell to her affair child. and th e n she poisoned her dad too bc he said no to her marrying the emperor #and *then* she poisoned the emperor himself with potato sprouts while trying to poison the fl *again* #and t h e n she was roped into a cheap plot to off the emperor by stabbing him with a poisoned needle by a (very meta tbh) guy #i mean. guy handed her the needle and was like ‘ok do what you’ve always been doing and poison the emperor for me.’ and she went ‘ok’ #and they had the 2 most pointless brother characters i’ve ever seen. #first bro was some 15 y.o. affair child bro of the fl’s first husband who p much just existed to inherit the husband’s estate #and the second bro was the affair child bro of the emperor: a perfectly nice young man who was unfairly hated by said emperor #and. like. l o l. the 2 pointless bros were like the only likeable characters in the entire story and they barely appeared in it #the first husband had every single possible undesirable trait a man could have rolled up into a single guy #and the emperor had a wafer-thin backbone and a mad case of babyface. like. the 15 year old boy looked older than him h e y #and the fl was somehow both a skilled opportunist and a master of missing opportunities at the same time #and man. the fl had just a single (1) maid who looked like tomoya enstrs (but with a bob cut) #i don’t even remember the maid’s name; i just called her ‘bob tomoya’. sorry for the slander tomochin you’re a cool dude #i’ve never seen a main cast as unlikeable as this one lmao. i mean. at least the [redacted] anime had juri #the plot was a pointless mess in general too. it went from 100 to 10000 in no time flat for no reason at all #it kinda felt like they were just throwing plot twists for the sake of throwing plot twists #and ofc the fl successfully resolved every problem that came her way bc o f c she did. flashtag girlboss and all ig #but the best part of it all (imo) was the improperly placed jewellery assets. they aren’t even angled consistently across progressive panels #they aren’t even shaded either. just plopped on there. it really takes you out of the setting esp if it’s during a serious scene #i liked how i kept getting an ad about cheating in marriages while reading it though. it really added to the experience #i’d rate that series a 2/10: needs more assets and half brothers #time to find a new overy melodramatic telenovella-esque series to binge next weekend ig… last week’s was better thoughhhh #at least that one had the villainess experience her downfall as consequences of her own actions and it was quite satisfying ngl #hm. ​i think i need a new hobby. before the word ‘villainess’ becomes a permanent part of my vocabulary

[descendantofthesparrow]

OKAY okay so-this fuckin commission

i wont reveal any plot or anything-but the main damn thing im stuck on-is Mal. so the commissioner requested a bit where she's mean to (y/n), and the sea three come to his defense. and-i have no fucking clue what to do with that, like-yeah making Mal mean/snotty is easy, but idk what exactly the fuck i wanna do with that?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i dont wanna make her mean in a cruel way, i dont wanna make her transphobic or homophobic since ive already clearly stated her as very chill with that aspect within the fic (she easily uses (y/n) pronouns and refers to him as a dude very easily; (y/n) is trans-masc if thats not clear yet) BUT I DONT KNOW WHAT THE FUCK TO DO?! my brain has been fucking FRIED about this one damn bit of the fic-i dunno where to put it, and i dunno what to do with itAO;ISHFD AUODFAGUIPGUISADI

Help, im fucking legit so damn frustrated 

#disney descendants #mal descendants #anti mal #sorta #shes mean to him since Hades has basically adopted this fucking rando ass kid and Mal is jelly cuz #thats her fuckign dad #why does this random dude get hades to be his dad while she got jack shit from her bio dad #it is very unfair and honestly i dont blame mal for being mean but she needs to aim it at hades n not (y/n) #who didnt even ask for the father figure #but yeah Mal is mean to (y/n) about BUT I DONT KNOW WHAT TEH FUCK SHE DOES TO MAKE THE SEA THREE DEFEND (Y/N) #IM LEGITMITLLY FRUSTATED OVER THIS YALL DONT EVEN KNOW #HELP #i wanna chuck my computer at the damn wall #i never have this much trouble but FUCKAOISHDUIOASHFAIUSDHFIA UPSDIPOusdfh'oiAS[D #I wanna smash my keyboard

[pizzapizzadickz]

...somedays are just so much worse than others. Lately, I've been caught up in thinking, yet again, what if I'm faking everything. Well. Not that persay. More like. What if everything I think is going on is actually based on something false. And it sucks. Bc. I just start to worry that I cannot fix anything. Idk. Its just. Its nice to have an answer to things. And it'd hurt if my answer is wrong I suppose. You could show me all the evidence in the world and in the end I still won't believe it. I'll still think im wrong somehow. But at the same time I believe I'm right. How odd is that?

Ever since ive been young I've always questioned myself like that. I used to question who I am and what makes up me. And I never rly had an answer. I always just felt hollow and out of place. Even now that's all I feel.

Sometimes I can tell my thinking is heavily distorted. And honestly sometimes I question if it's ever not.

#diary #personal #its a little ramble-y i guess. idk if anyone but me can understand this. but its hard to put into words... #more and more i just feel this giant glass wall between me and everything else. #sometimes ive been thinking if anything is real. just. idk. #but even more than that i just keep doubting everything i think. maybe if i just tried harder. mayber if i was a better person... #maybe then that wouldntve happened. maybe if i just did more id be functional. #and. its just been a really hard day today. mn. really bad. #i dont rly eanna go into details tbh. but me and my dad fought again and everythings changed again and i dont like it. #mn. but in the end. the reason why im going to therapy is bc ive tried just working harder. #just. ignoring everything. and unfortunately it doesnt seem like everything is all in my head #well. i mean some of it LITTERALLY is all in my head. well i mean really the whole human experience is kinda sorta. #but. the things i get exhausted for. the things i just feel like i cant do anymore. theyre real #i guess thats a comfort at least. i may not know why i cannot function. but at least the pain i feel is real i suppose #haha. but what if thats like. just malfunctioning hardware. haha. ha. #i hate this loop. its probably like an ocd obsesive thought spiral. i do this a lot. #bc in the end this is probably one thing i cant actually prove or think my way out of. #bc i know the human experience is innately flawed. we easily could be in a simulation. and bc of that i discount nothing. #mn. its. getting sorta dissociatey or depersonalizationy now. i should stop n sleep. #im just rly sad. i was a bit too honest with mom today about dad and everything hurts now. #...somedays i rly dont wanna be alive. not bc i wanna die. just. im really really tired. its easier when things are laid out for me #when i know that if x happens i do y. and i dont like this autonomy i have sometimes. sometime i wish i didnt have it. haha. #suicidal ideation #...i dont know how the fuck i can talk to a therapist about all of this. or how useful itd even be. in the end it feels like im not me. #im. sorta scared of myself. and tired of it. i dont like the way i react. the way i am. im so scared. #i have to deliberate so long on something thatd take someone else no time. and its pitiful sometimes #trying to keep up with everything like this is exhausting. #i. sometimes i wonder what id actually be like if so many things were different. but its a useless question. bc they arent #in the end all you can do is move forward with the current you. nothing more. nothing less. #even if i dont rememebr the past or its different from what i recal. i suppose its okay. bc the now is my truth in the end.

[ninjayuri]

but... how.....how old is he? the grandkid is the same age as boruto... his parents had him the bare minimum age.......... ummmm. what

#more proof that b/oruto is stupid bro when did y/agura have time to be having KIDS?? bc in order for it to not be fucking weird #his kid.. would have to be the same age as n/aruto which means HES like. the dads age. m/inato age. #no way what the hell?? i hate b/oruto more reasons to hate b/oruto b/oruto is not real

[lockedtowers]

‘would cassie have been better off if her family was in her life’ her dads the j/abberwock and the one who took her her conscious to physically kill her to unlock her powers its hard to say if she’s have the same level of trauma or worse trauma but she would have had a father who loved her. in his way. which is still kinda shit.

#out. #bc vas does love her #in fact he definitely loves her more than her twin brother #but shes also the one who has most of his power inherited #as well as her moms #being the first born twin and under a blood moon #and blah blah faerie bullshit blah #still does not excuse what happened tho bc she just got away from maddox #maddoxs deal made her forget everything about him so she was already confused and alone and injured #when he was able to mentally break into her head and take over her physical form #to bring her to the abandoned cabin in the center of the j/abberwocks den #in the forest #and cut her throat open #meaning when she finally woke up after being dead for a few days she not only didnt know what the fuck was happening #but she was covered in blood and alone with only the fucking j/abberwock outside #after everything that happened with jack like girl might have mentally adopted the jab/berwock not knowing thats her dad but #she was TRAUMATIZED waking up w a gash like that on your neck #everything hurts #all that pain all that fear all that blood #and for someone who has apathy ingrained into her to be that terrified just did not affect her well like ofc she got way too attached to #hat/ter immediately after meeting him she doesnt know m/arch and hatt/er were related she just felt familiar enough #with him to attach. shes a cat #trauma cw #abuse cw #anyways #man pretending to be her father abused her andnturned her into a weapon. man who only initially cared abt her to the point of fucking w vas #basically becomes a father figure and hes literally the executioner and his job is decapitation which he e n j o y s like she was doomed #girlie was doomed from the start

[fractallogic]

sickkkkkkkkk just did The Math™ and found out my rent is fully 70% of my take-home per month

which, let's be honest, is a lot better than me making $0 per month and spending the same on rent, but fucking still

#dad is parceling out my 'inheritance' annually which helps substantially #scone had his passport kept by the consulate today which means that he's going to get his greencard #and then he's also going to get a job probably more easily than me because he knows python and sql #so it's going to be fine #but still. christ. #what a realization to have. #also according to various calculation websites the total tax rate i'm paying in OR is ~23% #which i KNOW due to my grant but my god #it's so HIGH #OR has one of the highest income tax rates for people earning under 100K in the country #it is—this may surprise you—higher than either CA or NY #A N Y W A Y #everything will be fine. scone will get a job too and contribute to household expenses #my insurance rates will go down by apprx. 80% (not an exaggeration) even with adding him onto the insurance #i can also get nicer insurance that may cover some amount of out-of-network stuff #if that's the case then my psychiatric care will also go down #also i will get a raise next year and can continue to 'reskill' for a cushier job #(i.e. higher paying. the workload in this job at this point seems... fair for the wage lol) #and again. stability. holy cow the stability #i just sometimes hate learning new things. this is one of those things #i am so tired of living in capitalism though #it sucks

[sadlazzle]

genuinely don’t know why i bothered coming home today. no one wants me here

#i am so very clearly in the way of their sunday but she won’t say anything #i don’t think her bf minds. i genuinely don’t think he cares that much. but i just know she does #i know she feels like she should be on her own with him today and im ruining it #i don’t feel welcome here #should’ve jst stayed at my dads ngl #i jst. i feel bad today n i jst wanted my own bed in my own home yk. #fuck that apparently. i’m gonna sit here for like an hour and then im leaving. i don’t feel like i should be here #is it even my own home ? she keeps feeling the need to make it perfectly clear that it’s HERS and HERS alone #doesn’t mean shit when she says with the sweet voice that it’s ‘my home too’ cause like. y don’t i feel like it is then. #y do i feel like u want me gone so badly #and y do u always to do that thing w ur voice tht makes it sound like im being nasty and unreasonable ?? #i don’t fuckin say enough to even BE those things #idk im jst rlly tired. im so tired n my jaw is hurting again. i hav a headache. #i cant even make myself anything 2 eat bc the kitchen is occupied n i don’t wanna seem rude #i just don’t know any more. im so out of it n confused idk what anything is or what it means anymore #plum.txt

[lina-lovebug]

I'd Fight The Devil

Pairing: Alastor x fem! reader

Background: reader is Lilith and Lucifers oldest, and resembles Lilith more. Lucifer has a hard time bonding with her because of this, and Alastor decides to step in.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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"DAD'S COMING?!"

(Y/N) Morningstar, firstborn daughter of Lilith and Lucifer, was currently having a breakdown over the fact that her father was on his way to the hotel.

She'd have no issue leaving, of course, but Charlie tricked her dear old sister into staying by saying she needed help with the hotel. . .and told her their dad was coming when he was two minutes away.

It's not like she didn't miss him, but things became different once their mother disappeared. Lucifer threw himself into his ideas, and (Y/N) tried maintaining their relationship but he couldn't even stand the look of her.

"I'm sorry! But I thought maybe you guys could talk while he's here?" Charlie suggested with a gulp, twiddling her fingers.

"I'm done trying with dad. If he wants to talk, he can come to me," (Y/N) crossed her arms, firm on her stance.

"I never thought I'd meet someone with worse daddy issues, but here you are, cher," Alastor, with his famous grin, looked down at the Princess of Hell. She huffed, not in the mood for his side comments.

"Alastor, please-"

"He's here!"

"-please fucking hide me!" She ran behind him, despite the mass amount of blonde hair making it obvious.

He chuckled.

Honestly, since meeting the eldest Morningstar, Alastor deemed himself her Protector. Not that the girl wasn't capable or needed him persay, but he cared for her. Being on the aroace spectrum, he wasn't plagued by a selfish desire to fuck her, but it was a sweet concern that slowly turned into a need to be near her.

A need to make her his.

"Hopefully he doesn't-"

"Pumpkin?"

"Fuck," (Y/N) silently cursed under her breath before Alastor stepped aside.

"Hey dad," Lucifer felt a pang in his sinister heart at her tone. She sounded uncomfortable and wouldn't even look at him, but he also remembered that he couldn't look at her at times.

It reminded him of happier times.

Times he didn't want to be reminded of anymore.

"So how've you been? Heard you've got a fancy job now. Probably making loads of money, huh?" He chuckled nervously.

"Dad, it's my company. I made it."

And he couldn't even remember that she did that?

Any dad would remember that his child created her own business.

"Ouch."

"And it's got a fucking duck on the logo. God, dad," She rose her voice, "you can't even remember that?"

"I've been busy, pumpkin-"

"Too busy to call? Too busy to even fucking call?!"

Charlie flinched at the harshness in her voice. She's always been a firecracker but she's never seen her so angry.

"I'm not fighting with you, (Y/N)," Lucifer stepped towards her, "why do you insist on fighting? Especially when I'm here for Charlie."

"Oh, you're here for Charlie?" Her horns started to come up through her skin, rolling back like a rams.

Just like her mom.

"I'm not making this about me. I just wish you'd make the effort instead of it having to be me," She missed who he was.

And during this, Alastor could see the pain on her face. She was furious, and rightfully so.

But he let her fight her own battles.

"I'm sorry that I look like mom. Is that what you want me to say?!"

"Yes!"

He didn't mean it. Of fucking course he didn't mean it, but it slipped out.

"Dad! That's enough!" Charlie ran to her, seeing tears well up in her sisters eyes. "How could you say that?"

"Pumpkin, I-"

"Don't," She sniffled, holding Charlie close, "don't come near me."

But he didn't listen.

He hated being the fact that his little girl was crying because of him.

"I think you've come far enough," Alastor spoke, getting infront of Charlie and (Y/N). He is excellent at saving face, so his pure unadulterated rage was hidden beneath his smile.

She hiccuped behind him, sobbing into Charlie's shoulder.

"Don't make me move you," Lucifer glared.

"And don't make me fucking kill you for hurting what's mine."

His voice turned more static-like than before, his eyes a burning red and his horns outstretched. He was a fucking shield for his Princess, and not even the King of Hell could get through. Lucifer recognized this and humbly backed away, retreating with his tail between his legs.

_ _ ☆ _ _

(Y/N) spent the next hour crying in her room. Over the years, she had started to hate herself for looking like her mom, and Lucifers' confirmation only reaffirmed it.

"Need anything else?" Charlie asked her. Although her sister wasn't searching for redemption, she had her own personal room in the hotel.

"Can you get Alasto-?"

A knock sounded at the door.

"Was he there the whole time?" She sniffled, and a muffled "maybe" came through the door.

Her bed was surrounded by napkins that she quickly placed on her bedside as Charlie allowed Alastor inside.

Alone.

The two of them.

Might as well just throw them condoms and say get to it, is what (Y/N) was thinking. She's known about her crush on The Radio Demon for a few months now, having a fantasy dream here and there, but wasn't much of an active person herself.

"Thank you. I know he tried to fix it, but I couldn't stand to look at him," Her puffy eyes made Alastors eye twitch, still a small spout of anger for her father.

"Of course, my dear," He sat himself next to her on the bed.

"Because your father, although the King of Hell, is a fucking coward", is what he wanted to say but kept those words for himself.

"Did you mean it? That I'm yours?" She asked, her hand inching closer to his.

"I never say anything I don't mean, cher," He grabbed her hand, kissed it, and made the she-demon gasp.

"I thought you hated touch."

He chuckled, "Oh, I do, but not if it's you. Your skin is warm, and it brings me comfort. You bring me comfort."

"You'd have me, even if I want to be glued to your side? Even having petty fights with my dad?"

"Darling, I'd wear your skin if you asked."

"Oh, how romantic," She blushed before both his hands came up to her face, bringing her into a needy kiss. With her, he needed to feel her.

Someday, even all of her.

"And I'd eat demons with you," She whispered against his lips.

"Oh my heart may burst, my dear."

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