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Holy Mother Of Many

Summary: You are the wife of God himself. You both made many amazing angelic children such as Lucifer and Sera, one day in many of the galaxys and cosmos problems occurred, so you set out to fix the problems while intrusting your husband with your children. But what you didn't know was when leaving many bad things would happen, making hardly any good come out of it.

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You had a relationship with the holy father God himself. You were his devine wife, the holy mother of all creations. You were together since the start of everything.

You had many devine children, one of your favorites being little Lucifer. Just seeing him when he was a baby, you knew he would have a similar personality to you. Sadly, you never got to find out due to you having to leave to do other things like glaxeys and cosmos to look after. Before you left, you instructed your husband to look after both of your creations. You then left the home you loved.

Oh, how would you regret that decision.

??? Years later

You were now working on a glaxey in your main form (which is like atleast 300ft tall) when you realized you should really take a vacay and see your husband again and all your angelic children, I mean it has been many many many many many many many years.

A few mins later, you arrived in front of heavens gates in your smol form (7 ft tall). About to walk in, you saw a blonde male at a podium. "Oh greetings, mister!" You said to the man. "Welcome to heaven ma'am! May I please get your name." The man said to you.

"Name? Why do you need my name?" You asked. "Well-" "St Peter, let me deal with this," Sera interrupted Peter and told him so while flying down from somewhere. "Yes, Sera," St Peter said, then flying away. "Wait, Sera?" You said, "Hello mother, " Sera said softly, smiling. You quickly hugged her. "Oh, Sera, my darling daughter!" You said.

You moved slightly backward so you can have eye contact with her. "Oh, sweety, you're all grown up! Im so sorry that i haven't been here!" You told Sera. "It's alright, mother," she told you. "Anyway, what's up with the whole name thing? And where's Luci? And all my other beautiful children?" You asked her.

"Let's go and talk about this somewhere else," Sera said as she telaported you both into what you assumed was her office. "Take a seat, mother," Sera told you. You listened to your daughter and sat down on the comfortable seat.

"You see Mother when you left. Father decided to sleep once i and some of the others were old enough, and he is still sleeping. When he first fell asleep, some of the oldest ones and I made a project called Earth, and we made these creatures called humans. And well... Lucifer destroyed it with childish actions. He brought evil into earth, and in turn, he created his own doman fill of that evil. He lives there, ruling the doman of evil." Sera told you.

"WHAT⁉️"

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"You know what, I'm going down there to check on him," you told Sera. "But mother," Sera began "no don't even think about it, Sera," you said, getting up. "Yes, mother," Sera said, making a portal in front of the hotel for you. "I'll talk to you more once i return," you said, entering the portal. "Yes, mother," she said not trying to upset you anymore.

"I wonder why Sera telaported me in front of a hotel." You sighed. "Oh well, he's probably in there. I can sense my boy," you said, walking up to the door.

You knocked on the door, and a few minutes later, a pink and white spider looking guy opened it and looked at you in shock. "Hey uh Vaggie there is an angel at the door!" The guy said toward what you saw to be an ex angel, going by her aura, wings, and lack of halo, at least.

"Oh shoot, I'll go get Charlie you let her get comfy," Vaggie said to the pink and white spider guy. "But isn't she busy with something important with Alastor?" The guy asked. "Oh, right! I guess I'll get Lucifer and be nice to her Angel!" Vaggie said, running up the hotel stairs. You smiled at the mention of Lucifer, You were so excited to see your son.

You now sat on the couch, which the man named Angel kindly led you to sit on and wait. While waiting, who you now learned was named Angel dust tried making small talk with you. But it did not really end up well he seemed to be nervous for some reason, but you decided not to overlook it in some way.

After a few minutes of waiting, a portal finally opened. Lucifer walked into the hotel lobby and made eye contact with you. You immediately telaported to him and tightly hugged him. "Oh Luci, my son. I'm so happy to see you again!" You told him.

"Mom? What are you doing here?" Lucifer asked you. "To see you ofcourse" You told him, holding his rosy cheeks and looking down at him. "I would have came much much earlier if I knew what happened to you all those years ago, but I intrusted your now excuse of a father to you and your siblings."

"Are you alright, though? I'm aware the... Fall. Was, alot," "Of course im alright Mom, i have a daughter now. " Your smile increased at that information. "I have a granddaughter?!" You asked Lucifer, squishing his rosy cheeks even more. "Indeed you do, mom," Lucifer told you. "Oh my word, im a grandmother! That's crazy so where is she?" You asked him.

"Well... she just walked through the doors right now. " You looked behind you seeing the splitting image of your son in a female form. You smiled cheek to cheek upon seeing this just seeing her. You knew the both had at least a similar personality.

"Dad, why is there an angel here?" His daughter asked. "Charlie, this is your grandmother." "It's nice to meet you, my granddaughter." "It's nice to meet you too. My name is Charlie, but you already know that, i have one question, though: how come i did not see you in heaven?" Charlie asked.

"Well, i was busy with a lot of work at that moment," you told her. "Oh! uhm! Can I tell you about this project im working on!?" Charlie asked you. "Sure ofcourse go ahead. I'd love to hear of such" Charlie bounced up upon hearing that and started walking you through the hotel with your son that Vaggie girl and what you sensed to be a smiling fellow behind he did not speak yet though.

You needed to wake up your husband and scoled him for his passed actions and Sera as well, but for now, you would enjoy the company of the Hazbin Hotel.

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deebris · 25 days

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Seems like destiny

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!Reader

Synopsis: After spending years in the bone marrow donation system, encouraged by the army, Simon was finally notified that they had found a match. He just didn't expect to find out that he would be donating it to his own son, who he had with his teenage love and never knew.

Warnings: Family problems, panic attacks, teenage pregnancy, swearing, mention of diseases such as leukemia, murder, archaic ideas, anguish.

Word count: 3.5 k

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Simon always remembers how the army encouraged soldiers to be blood donors. There was a great concern within about it, as it was one of the ways the government found to help hospitals and people who depend on transfusions to survive.

Then campaigns for bone marrow donation began, but it was so rare to find someone compatible that after 6 years on the waiting list, Simon thought he would never find someone who would need him. But that changed two months ago when he received a call from the institute informing him that he should go there immediately.

He underwent more medical exams than he had ever done, and although he was a tough guy, he couldn't deny the pain he felt in the weeks following the procedure. Among so many people dying in beds waiting to find a donor, someone could finally heal because of him. It made Simon feel good about himself, as good as he hadn't felt in a long time. That had been one of the reasons why he joined the army: to help people.

Now he could only hope that whoever he donated to would improve. He found himself during the day thinking about it, wondering if in a few years it would affect him as much as it does now. It's not very fresh in his memory, but Simon is able to superficially remember the day he registered on the bone marrow donor list. He had been in the army for a short time, still a soldier, and "Ghost" didn't even exist yet.

He thought this would be put aside. He didn't understand if he would need to donate more often, not really knowing the process deeply. That's why when he received another call from the same institute, he thought there had been some mistake, or that they would need more, but the reason for the contact surprised him.

The recipient's caregiver wanted to meet him and was willing to break the standard anonymity by revealing their identity. Accepting the offer would mean that he would also need to disclose his personal information, which is why he hesitated so much. But as he constantly replayed the woman's words in his head, he grew restless.

"The caregiver wants to meet you," that's what she said. Could the recipient be a child? Or perhaps an elderly person? Or maybe someone who was already so ill that they could barely decide for themselves. He shouldn't have any information about this person, even something as empty as what that lady had let slip.

"You should accept. Everyone would like to have the opportunity to personally thank the person who saved their life," were the words of his Captain, John "Price." And it had been the push that Simon needed to agree to the idea.

Now, standing in front of the hospital room door, Ghost debated with himself whether he should open it. Just a few meters away was the little boy who had been haunting his mind for the past few days. And how did he know it was a boy? He had been directed to the children's oncology ward when he arrived at the reception minutes ago, as soon as he was cleared by the unit director, who already knew about the situation and the breach of anonymity.

Furthermore, the clipboard with the patient's information on the door also made it clear that it was a boy. The name "Lucas" was printed on the paper, accompanied by a surname that was familiar to him. There weren't many people in the UK with that name, which caught his attention.

All that separated him from the family was that door, dividing the cold hospital corridor from the room he could only hope would be less disheartening and empty. He didn't know if he would find a smile on the other side, or if he would be met with the sad gaze of the child's mother.

This woman had contacted him through a letter. On that day, he hadn't yet notified the institute that he was willing to speak with her, so the letter came anonymously since nothing had been filed. He read what she had to say, revealing some things, such as the fact that she was a single mother and was extremely grateful to God for sending him to save her son. Some paragraphs were difficult to read, where she recounted how she had lost hope before.

The little comfort he found in that text was when she talked about the boy. In those passages, her handwriting was less shaky, and he was sure she was happier when she wrote those parts of the letter. He knew that this had been her attempt to persuade him to come meet her, but without her knowing, he had already decided. Simon kept the piece of paper with him and reread it in his spare moments.

That stirred his emotions. He thought he had managed to harden his heart after everything he had been through, but he was wrong. Deep down in his soul, he was more emotional than he let on to others. He hoped that "Soap" would never find out, or he would be eternally tormented.

"Damn," he muttered softly, snapping back to reality. Simon began to bitterly regret agreeing to this. He should have declined and moved on. He could leave, but he was already here, so he mustered up the courage to knock on the wood.

He considered himself presentable in the civilian clothes he wore, accustomed to the heavy military equipment he carried all day at the base, and also missing the mask covering his face. Simon adjusted the collar of his dress shirt, as a way to occupy his sweaty hands, more nervous about the approaching footsteps he heard than his appearance.

Before the door opened, he had already told himself he would remain silent and wait for the boy's mother to start the conversation. If she asked who he was, he would state his name and explain why was there. But as the woman inside was revealed to him, he fell silent not because he had decided to, but because he was speechless. Suddenly, those seconds he spent admiring the child's surname on the door seemed like a scene from a comedy movie to him. How ironic it is considering he was just thinking about you moments ago and, like magic, you appeared?

It seemed like you took a few extra seconds to recognize him, and he doesn't judge you for that. Although you have changed and are now an adult woman, with a more mature face and body, he had changed much more since he was a teenager. Back when you two were in school, he was shorter and thinner, and he didn't have any of the scars on his face.

But it wasn't just that which changed in him. You stared in complete shock at how different the demeanor of the guy you were in love with was. He was more serious, more intimidating, very different from his brother, Thomas, whom you had seen years ago, just a few days before he was brutally murdered along with his wife and child.

Your legs went weak, and your eyes burned with tears threatening to overflow. You wanted so desperately to say something, but nothing could come out of your mouth. Was this real, after all? You withdrew your hand from the doorknob, not realizing you had been gripping it tightly until now, and sat in the nearest chair to avoid collapsing to the ground.

Your blood pressure had surely dropped, as you were sweating cold and seeing black spots. What were the chances, after so many years and after everything you had been through, of finally finding him just when you weren't even trying anymore?

Your memories since you found out you were pregnant began to flood back. You vividly remember your father's reaction when he found out you were having a baby; what he said when found out that the neighbor's son, Simon, was the father of the child; how you struggled to escape him after he took you away to another state, to cover up the shame of having a "prostitute" as a daughter.

You never managed to tell Simon, and when you returned to that town, the town where you two met, he was no longer there. You didn't have a penny in your pocket and only survived that week because of Tommy's help. He gave you a bed to sleep in, food, and clothes, both for you and his nephew. You remembered the perplexed expression he had when analyzed Lucas's appearance, it was impossible to deny that he was a Riley.

It was because of him that you found out Simon was in the army and that he hadn't come home in months.

You never managed to thank him properly. Just two days after showing up there, Tommy handed you half of the money he had in a bank deposit. He told you that a good part of that money belonged to Simon, and therefore, it belonged to your son too. You rented a hotel room so as not to continue bothering his wife, especially since she now had to cook and clean for five people.

You left for the hotel with the promise to reward him someday and continued making visits while anxiously tried to contact his brother on his phone, but Simon never answered. You didn't have a cell phone and couldn't spend the money Tommy gave you so lightly, deciding to prioritize your son's needs.

Several voicemails were recorded, but there was never a response. You felt angry at Simon. You screamed into your pillow, frustrated for not being answered and repeating to yourself how stupid he was. But the possibility that maybe he was dead haunted you. Tommy had told you how complex his work in the army was, that it was more dangerous than usual.

You always feared what you would find when you saw him again. He could have a wife, a beautiful house, and everything you ever wanted to have with him one day but couldn't. He could have children, children who had the opportunity to grow up with him, unlike Lucas. And then when you found out that no, none of that had happened, a kind of happiness flooded your chest, even though nothing in the world guaranteed that he would want anything with you again. The last time you had anything, you two were barely adults, until one day you left without saying anything. You thought he hated you.

That lasted until one time, when you went to Tommy's house, there was nothing there but blood. You still remember how scared you were when you found the broken door and called the police, who surrounded the scene of the violent crime that had just happened. You waited so long, but so long for Simon to show up. What kind of person doesn't attend their own brother's funeral? That's when you decided to forget him and threw away the phone number you had written down.

Some more time later, when Lucas had just turned 7 years old, your life was turning upside down again. It all started with symptoms of a common virus. He had fevers, weakness, and got tired very easily. Then he started losing weight and getting pale. Many pediatricians said it could be anemia or hepatitis, but more symptoms kept emerging. Joint pains came, as did swellings, and after a year of medical investigation, the diagnosis came: leukemia.

You entered a state of denial. Was there something wrong with his diet? Or his lifestyle? It could be genetic, but there were no cases of cancer in your family. Maybe the Rileys had some?

Since that day, your life has never been the same. With each passing month, your son only got worse. You would give all your savings, live on the streets, or even rob a bank if it meant seeing your baby well again. Fortunately, the government offered treatment for free, but some medicines needed to be acquired more urgently than the hospital could provide, and medicines for such treatment were not cheap at all.

The only thing that could cure your boy was the marrow from a compatible donor. You prayed so much that you could save him, but when the tests were done, it was impossible. If no one in the family could donate, it was almost a death sentence. Your last hope was your father. You hoped to never have to see him again, let alone tell him where you had run away to, but now you were no longer the same foolish young girl who depended on his money.

Despite everything, you knew he loved his grandson, and a single phone call was enough to make him come running. In recent years, he had been worried about the two of you, not knowing where you had gone. He never had the courage to admit he was wrong, and apologizing was never his strong point, but he regrets every day what he did. That day he didn't know how to react. He wanted to kill Simon, the brat who got his only daughter pregnant, just as he was afraid you would become a joke in neighborhood for having such a young son. He only managed to think about leaving to avoid a disaster, never asking what you wanted or how you felt.

For the first time, when he saw you so tired and alone, he held his tongue to not say anything that could ruin everything. Instead, he hugged you tightly, and you were so craving someone's company that you curled up in his arms just like when you were a little girl. He was a grumpy and archaic man, someone who made many mistakes, who still makes them, but he still has humanity within him.

Unfortunately, he was not a match either.

You stopped daydreaming, and you didn't realize how bad you were until you saw an adult Simon crouched in front of you, shouting in the hallway for a doctor, but you tried to silence him by grabbing the nails on his rolled-up shirt sleeve, catching his attention. The last thing you want is for the doctors responsible for your son's health to be alarmed, thinking he's worsened. These professionals worked as hard for him as you did. Simon seemed to understand and went to close the door to prevent curious eyes from appearing.

Simon looked at you with sadness, and it crushed your heart. He was afraid you wouldn't be able to breathe properly again; he knew you were desperately begging for air, but couldn't draw it in. He hesitated to touch you, but gave in to the desire and placed both hands on your cheeks. He was incredulous. It was really you, the girl he loved most in his entire life, more than he thought he was capable of loving another woman. Simon had imagined so many times meeting you again, and he had so many doubts.

"Calm down," he repeated in a whisper, locking his eyes onto yours. He knew panic attacks; he had experienced them himself several times. "I know. I know, dear. It's a lot to process."

"You…" your voice tried to come out amidst desperate breaths, while also trying to swallow the lump in your throat. Your hands grabbed both of his wrists, and your thumb smoothed over the skin, feeling his heartbeat. "It's you who…?"

"Yes. Yes, it's me, the donor," he quickly confirmed, even before you could finish the question. "Don't speak. Breathe."

You were managing to calm down and think more rationally. Understanding hit you like a bucket of cold water, and your embrace made the big burly man he had become freeze. The feeling was so strange. Of course, among so many people, the only one who could save your little son would be his own father. The person with whom he shared half of his genes.

"He's yours, Si," your voice sounded like a spell in his ear, the old nickname sending shivers down his spine. Your tone was so gentle that he barely understood the meaning of the phrase. But soon he felt his lips quivering, recounting the events of the past few months and how unbelievable this would sound if he told this story to someone. "I swear he's yours," you repeated as if that made it easier to assimilate.

The content of that letter invaded his mind again and again. He felt horrible.

Simon pulled you closer to him, your bodies almost merging. You were still beautiful, even in your disheveled state, betraying exhaustion. And even after so much time, it was as if nothing had changed between the two of you. He knew there was a small body behind him, sleeping peacefully in the bed, but he didn't dare to look. He could hear the sound of the machines, and then it all came crashing down on his shoulders at once: he had a son with you. By his calculations, the boy should be 9 years old. Wow! He hadn't seen you in over a decade.

"I have so many questions," he confessed with a choked voice, and you don't remember ever seeing him cry before when you were younger.

"I searched for you so much. I called so many times," the last thing you wanted was to make him feel guilty, but hearing that, he felt like he should have kept searching for you too. As soon as you left, he went asking where your father had gone. He worried and tried to find out something, until enlisted in the army, and then all he did from then on was just think about you; never seeking; never trying in any way to find you again because it seemed easier to accept that you had left forever.

You tried to distance yourself, even though you hated it, to look at his face one more time. Simon allowed you to run your fingers over his features until your eyes landed on your son behind him. He knew where your gaze had gone, but he didn't follow it. And of course, you would understand what was happening.

"Look at him," you pleaded with tenderness, but he shook his head while rubbing his eyes, as if they hurt. "You're hurting me doing this, Simon."

The last thing he wanted was for you to think he was rejecting the boy, so he stood up, fighting the weakness in his legs and slowly approaching the bed. The child's face was turned exactly in his direction, as if anticipating he would be there, but his eyes were closed, and his breathing was peaceful. It was only then that Simon realized how he was hyperventilating until he felt your hand gently pushing him closer.

His heart hammered in his chest, overwhelmed by anxiety and fear, as he watched his pale and still son. Each step was a journey through an ocean of uncertainty, each breath an effort to maintain composure in the face of the storm raging within him.

As he leaned over the fragile and inert body of the boy, a wave of emotions engulfed him. His broken heart cried out to stop the affliction that plagued his son, that beloved being he barely knew.

Tears blurred his vision as he stroked Lucas's hand, so small and vulnerable compared to his, so similar to yours. Each touch was a silent promise to stand by him in every moment, even in the darkest and most painful.

He found himself whispering words of comfort, as if each sentence could ignite a spark of life in his son's dormant soul. He pleaded to the heavens, to the stars, to any higher power that could hear, for a miracle, for a chance to see those childish eyes shine for the first time in his life. He was an identical copy of Simon at that age, and it made him wonder if the color of their irises was also the same, the same shade of brown. A sudden curiosity arose: what was his voice like? Would it sound like yours, so gentle and reassuring, or could it somehow sound like his?

There, in that moment, time seemed to freeze, the whole world disappearing. It was as if he were dreaming. There was no way all of this could be true, someone must be playing a prank on him. He wanted to look at your face again, to smell you while he ran his hands through your hair to make sure it was really you, flesh and blood. "He's going to be okay," he poured out the words, even though he knew the danger in promising that, and you dove into them, knowing you didn't have to face everything alone anymore.

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gejo333 · 9 months

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A Misunderstanding ll

Father Miguel O’Hara x Mother Spider-Woman

Part l Part III

Summary: Your relationship with Miguel was doing amazing. But when you find out your pregnant Miguel begins to close himself off . You decide it’s best not to tell him and end things. But what happens when you see him again after five years and learns that he is a father?

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The orange and white monitors flickered between worlds as red irises scanned the various universes. His eyes calm down to his normal mahogany brown as he gazes at the various photos and videos of you and him.

Almost six years since he last held you in his arms. Last time he heard your sweet voice. How your laughter filled a room. When he pleasured you, your moaning was music to his ears.

His tired gaze stared at a video of you and him when the both of you went to the beach. You held the phone as it faced the two of you, sitting between his legs, resting against his chest. His lips twitched upwards into a small smile as he watched you change the filters from bunny ears to kitty ears on both of you. He rolled his eyes in the video at your cute antics as he held you in his arms, giving you a loving kiss on the cheek before the video ended.

Every moment he thinks of you reminds him of how much he messed up. Why did he distance himself from you? If he only opened up to you like you tried to do multiple times. He pushed you further away until he couldn’t shatter your heart into smaller pieces.

He wished he had run after you. He wished he had gone to your earth and pleaded for you to stay with him. But after you ended things, he broke down and drowned himself in work.

“Miguel?” Jess walked in.

“What?” He lightly snapped, not wanting to be disturbed.

“I’m taking Gwen on her first mission. I was just checking in to see if her watch is ready.” Jess swung up to his platform to grab the watch.

“Make sure she doesn’t break it again.” Miguel tossed it to her, which she caught with ease. Jess glanced at the monitor of you and him. A sigh escaped her lips.

“I’ll make sure she doesn’t. How about you come on this mission with us? Show Gwen some of your skills.”

“I’m busy monitoring the multiverse. I can’t be bothered with menial missions just to teach a rookie a few tricks.” He rolled his eyes.

“I thought you would be interested in going on this specific mission because we’ll be going to y/n’s Earth.” Jess jumped down as she began to walk out.

“What did you say?” Miguel snapped as he turned around and jumped down, walking right up to her.

“I just thought you could use this excuse to finally see her.” Miguel glared down at her before finally giving in as he sighed.

“It’s been almost six years Jess. She probably has moved on by now. Why would she want to see me after all these years?”

“It wouldn’t hurt to try. Just come on the mission and make up your mind there.” Miguel pondered what Jess said. His heart yearned to see you again. But his mind was making him panic. What if she doesn’t want to see me?

“I’ll go.”

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The mission was very simple as only a random person appeared and needed to be sent back. He would have stayed back at HQ if this wasn’t your world.

“I’ll see you back at HQ. Go get her back.” Jess said as she looked over at Miguel, who huffed as he swung away from her and Gwen.

“What’s he doing?” Asked Gwen.

“He’s going to see an old friend.” Jess looked at the direction Miguel went off to before heading back to HQ.

It only took minutes to get to for him to get to your apartment. However, time felt like it was moving in slow motion as he walked into your apartment complex and up the elevator to your floor.

33B, your apartment number. He dissolved his suit to appear in his casual clothing. His chest hurt as he felt his heart pound against it. Taking a second to calm his breathing, he knocked on your door.

In seconds the door opened wide as he was met with your surprised gaze. Even after almost six years, you still looked the same. The same gorgeous woman he fell for when he first laid his eyes on you. He wished he could wrap you in his arms and hold you. Capture your sweet soft lips with his.

“Miguel?” Hearing your soft voice again melted his cold heart.

“What are you doing here?” You ask as you stare up at him. Butterflies came to life in your stomach by seeing him again in person. He looked the same, except for his frame. He was a lot bigger the last time you saw him. After the breakup, he must have begun working out even more. Your heart dropped when you thought that he might be seeing someone new. Cheeks dusted pink as you move your gaze briefly away before looking back at those brown eyes you fell in love with years ago.

“There was an anomaly reported on your earth.” His response made you frown as you hoped he would come here to see you.

“Oh, do you need help with it? I’ve been pretty busy lately, so I haven’t been Spiderwoman in a bit.”

“Jess and I have already finished the mission. It wasn’t that bad.”

“Oh, I see. Then why are you here?” You ask again for his reason. Miguel’s gaze darted to different parts of your living room, having difficulty gazing at you without kissing you. You can see he was nervous as you could see his chest rise and fall faster than normal.

Suddenly, his gaze moved to you as he took your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. A shiver went up your spine as his hand swallowed yours. You felt like a schoolgirl again by him only holding your hand.

“I want to talk. I missed you, Y/n.” You felt the butterflies in your stomach become wild. He missed you like you missed him. But why did it take him so long to come see you? Why did he wait so long? You were suddenly reminded why you were heading out. You remove your hand from him as you pick up the things you dropped.

“I-I have to go.” You move out into the hallway with him as you close and lock the door. Moving past him, Miguel gently grabbed your arm.

“Y/n, please don’t ignore me. I really want to talk.” His voice was stern, yet his gaze looked desperate.

“I-I do want to talk, but I have to go.” You sigh as you remove your arm from his grasp. Pressing the elevator button, you walk in as it opens. Before it closed, Miguel pushed it back, walking in.

“Can’t we talk on your way?” He stood in front of you as you backed yourself against the wall. He walked closer, inches apart from each other. His gaze moved from your eyes to your lips, then back. Before, you would have a quick make-out session if no one walked in. He would have pinned you against the wall, arms wrapped around each other and tongues down each other’s throats.

“Fine.” You sighed as you turned your gaze from him. You could see in his eyes how he recalled your heated sessions in this same elevator years back. Walking out of the elevator with Miguel by your side, your nerves began to skyrocket.

You were on your way to pick up Mateo. Miguel’s son, that he didn’t know about. Checking the time on your phone you had 10 minutes to get there. Luckily, Mateo’s school was only a 5-minute walk away from your apartment.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry for distancing myself from you back then. For becoming cold towards you when you only tried to help me.” His words brought you out of your thoughts as you looked at him.

“I know that time of the year is really hard on you. But you didn’t have to shut me out. I was your girlfriend.” He looks back at you before looking ahead.

“I know. I wish I could take it back.”

“I’m sorry too. You were going through a dark time. I should have stayed by your side. But I didn’t have that much time to wait for you back then.” You stopped now in front of Mateo’s school.

“What do you mean by that?” Miguel’s brows furrowed, followed by a frown, confused by your last words. You take a deep breath as you look up at him.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes. Please wait here.” You say as you turn from him and walk into the school doors. You walk down the hall and see other parents picking up their kids. You see Mateo blabbering to another kid as you get to the room before he notices you.

“Mommy!” Mateo runs up to you as you lift him up into your arms.

“Hi baby, how was your first day?” You wave to his teacher before walking back down the hall.

“It was amazing! We drew our favorite animals, and we got to play games all day!” You smiled as he told you about his day.

“I can’t wait to hear more about it. Someone is waiting for us outside.” You tell him. Your last words perked his interest as he gave you a surprised look.

“Who is it?!”

“You’ll see in a second.” You set him on the ground and hold his hand as you walk out the front doors. You sigh in relief as Miguel is still waiting, but it is soon replaced with worry as you see Miguel’s eyes widen as he doesn’t move his gaze from Mateo.

You walk up to Miguel, and his gaze finally meets you again before returning to Mateo, who hides behind your leg. You knew it would only take him seconds to figure it out by how much he looks like him.

“How old is he?” Miguel breaks the silence.

“5 years and 6 months.” You answer him. Your gaze looks at your surroundings as other parents obviously glance over. “Is it possible if we can continue this back at the apartment? People are sort of staring.” Miguel nods his head before you walk back to the apartment.

Unlocking the door, Mateo runs in, throwing his bag in the living room. You turn to face Miguel, who is still standing at the entrance.

“You can come in. I won’t bite.” You smile at him. He chuckles at your response as he walks fully into the living room.

“He’s mine?” He asked as a question even though he knew the answer. You bite your lip as you nod your head. Your affirmation made his heart race again. He had a son. The same boy walked back into the living room, hiding his face in your leg.

“Can I?” Miguel looked at Mateo.

“Hey, Mateo. This is Miguel. Your father.” You tell your son as you comb your fingers through his hair to make him feel more comfortable. Mateo looks up at you before looking at Miguel.

Miguel kneels to the ground as Mateo slowly moves from your leg. You gently guide him to Miguel.

“Hi.” Mateo shyly speaks.

“Hi, Mateo.”

“Can I call you Dad?” Your eyes widened slightly at Mateo’s sudden question. A large smile appears on Miguel’s face.

“Of course, you can.” Air comes back to your lungs as if you were holding your breath. You can see Mateo’s face beam as he hugs Miguel. At first, surprised, Miguel hugs him back as he stands back up, holding him in his arms. Tears brim the corner of your eyes. You never thought this day would happen.

“Wow! You’re so big! You’re way taller than Mommy.”

“That is true, Papi.” Miguel chuckled as he looked over to you. You walk over to Mateo and lightly pinch his cheek before kissing him on the same spot, which makes him giggle.

Miguel looked at you and his son with so much love. He had a family again. He was going to do everything he could to win you back.

“Are you married to Mommy?” Mateo’s sudden question surprised both of you. Your cheeks redden as you look away from Miguel, who turns his head to hide his small blush.

“How about you go and play with your toys in your room? Hmm?” You tell Mateo.

“Aww, but I want to stay here.” Mateo pouts as he crosses his arms.

“You should listen to your mama, Mateo.” Miguel set him to the ground. You had yo admit, having another person back you up when your son was acting stubborn was nice.

“Can I show him my room first?” He pleads with you.

“Alright. But as soon as you do, you’ll let us talk?”

“Yay!” Mateo grabs Miguel’s hand and pulls him to his room. His hands felt so small and delicate in his large hands.

You lean on the doorframe as you smile at the sight before you. Mateo showed Miguel his favorite stuffed animals and toys as the two conversed about race cars and other things that came from your five-year-old’s mind. After a few minutes, you gently brush your hand against Miguel’s shoulder. Turning to you, he stood back to his full height.

“Ok Mateo. Your papa and I have to go talk now.”

“Aw, ok.” Mateo pouts as he sits on his race track carpet with a few of his stuffed animals in hand.

“If you’re good and don’t bother us. I’ll let us get pizza for dinner tonight.” At the mention of pizza Mateo jumps up and down in joy before going back to play with his toys.

Both you and Miguel leave his room. You walk to your bedroom, letting him in before closing the door.

“I didn’t think I could get you to the bedroom this quick, cariño.” Miguel chuckled.

“I did it so we can talk in private. But still, be close to him just in case.” You roll your eyes playfully, trying to hide your smile from his comment.

The silence grew in the room before Miguel had enough and broke it.

“Did you end things because you were pregnant?”

“Yes.” You looked away from his gaze as you felt guilty.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice lowered barely above a whisper. You still heard as you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before exhaling. You had some speculation that if Miguel ever came to find you, you would have this conversation.

“I tried telling you. But you were so distant from me. I couldn’t find the right time to tell you. I stopped trying after you said you didn’t want to have any more kids anymore after…after Gabriella. I was afraid that you wouldn’t want to be a father again if I told you.” Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you tried so hard to hold them in. You look back at Miguel as he tries to remember what he said back then. His eyes suddenly widen slightly before he looks back at you with regret. He walks slowly over to you.

“Did that happen on Gabi’s birthday?” Miguel forced the question out. Even as years go by, his heart still aches at the reminder of his daughter.

“Yes. You said, ‘The thought of having another child is unbearable. I couldn’t handle the pain again if something happened.’” You remembered his words exactly, as they stayed engraved into your mind all these years. You couldn’t stop the tears from running down your cheeks.

“I-I didn’t mean to say I never wanted children again. I was so grief-stricken back then. I wasn’t thinking about what I was saying. If only I didn’t say those words. I would have been there with you. Seeing Mateo grow up.” Miguel sat on your bed, hands covering his face as he drowned in regret. You sit next to him as you move his hands from his face and guided his chin to look at you.

The tears continued to come out as you saw his eyes become glossy. “I’m so sorry you weren’t there for Mateo’s first five years. If you want, you can still see him grow up.”

“Of course I want to watch him grow up. I want to be in his life. But I want to be in your life too.” His last words caught you off guard. Miguel leaned in to kiss you, but you covered his lips with your hand. He pulled back, a frown evident on his face.

“Do you not want me back, amor?

“I do, Miguel. But I can’t rush right back into it. It’s been almost six years. And we only were together for six months before. Plus, let’s have Mateo get used to you being around first before putting our relationship on him too.”

“Alright. I’ll be patient but not that patient.”

“Let’s just see how the first week goes.” You put your hand out for him to shake in agreement. He gave you a deadpan look before taking your hand. However, instead of shaking it, he brought it to his lips and gently kissed the bottom of your wrist.

“Miguel…” You playfully roll your eyes. He kisses your wrist one more time before smirking.

“Alright, alright. I’ll play nice. For now.” You playfully hit his chest, which makes him chuckle as you both leave your bedroom and walk into the living room. Since Mateo didn’t disrupt your conversation, you decided to order a pizza.

“Do you still like pepperoni?” You ask Miguel as you sit next to him on the couch.

“Sí.” He replied as he scooched closer to you on the couch. You noticed but ignored it as you continued ordering the pizza online.

“Momma!” Mateo said as he ran to the living room.

“Yes, sweetie?”

“Can I watch my cartoons?”

“Of course.” Mateo sits on the floor in front of the tv as you grab the remote to turn it to the right channel.

As the cartoons played, Mateo would explain the characters to Miguel whenever a new one appeared on the screen. You didn’t realize how close on the couch Miguel had gotten, arm resting behind you on the sofa, until you heard your phone buzz.

Picking it up, your eyes widen when you see a text from a certain person.

“Whose that?” Asked Miguel.

“Just someone.” Miguel frowned at your vague answer, understanding why.

“Who is he?”

“Just a guy from when I was at a mommy and me group.”

“Are you seeing him?” You can hear the jealousy come out in his voice.

“Well, no. There were only two dates.”

“What does the text say?”

“He was just asking how Mateo’s first day was.” You said, “and asking for a third date.” You quickly added, which widened Miguel’s eyes as he turned to look at you, slightly upset.

“Well, you should tell him you’re not single anymore.”

“Miguel…” your tone turns serious with his response.

“It’s eventually going to happen, amor. So why string this man along when he can’t have you?” You roll your eyes at him. You decide to ignore the texts until you know what to say.

Thankfully the doorbell rang, indicating the pizza was here. Miguel got up from the sofa and opened the door. Grabbing the pizza and thanking the delivery man before closing the door.

Miguel brings it to the kitchen as you follow, grabbing two plates and then a plastic one for Mateo. After getting slices onto the plates, you go back to the living room. You hand Mateo his plate, which he cheers and says thank you in excitement before chomping down.

“I forgot your earth has the best pizza,” Miguel said as he took a bite.

“It really does. You remember that mission we went on that had that awful pizza with lobster and strawberries as toppings?” You cringe at the memory of you and Miguel stopping to grab food after fighting an anomaly and being horrified by what the locals called a delicacy.

“I do remember that. I’ve never tasted more disgusting food in my life.” He cringes at the memory alongside you. “Do you ever think about HQ?” He glanced over at you.

“Yeah, I do. I miss it a lot, actually. Seeing everyone and going on missions. Everyone came to me begging me to report their mission to you if it went bad.” You laugh at the last part.

“Everyone still misses you. A lot has changed since you were last there. There are more spider recruits, so the halls are always busy. Peter B remarried MJ, and they have a baby now. Jess and her husband are expecting one too. Some new teenage spiders annoy the hell out of me daily. Specifically, a guy named Hobie. He never listens and loves to get on my nerves.” Miguel’s fangs come out, annoyed by the thought of the rebellious spiders. Thankfully Mateo was facing away from him to not see the fangs.

“It would be nice to see everyone again. And to meet new faces.” You smile at Miguel’s reaction.

“Come with me tomorrow. After dropping Mateo off at school.” He looks at you, waiting for a response.

“I would love that, actually.” You say, which brings a huge smile to Miguel’s face.

“Sounds like a date.”

“It’s not.”

“I’m only kidding.” He holds his hands up in defense.

After finishing the pizza and watching more cartoons, you realize it’s way past Mateo’s bedtime. Looking over at your son, you see him dozed off on the floor. You go to pick him up, but Miguel places his hand on your arm as he picks up Mateo easily.

You both walk to his room as Miguel tucks him into bed as Mateo already is wearing his PJs.

“Buenas noches mi hijo.” Miguel whispered to Mateo before placing a kiss on his head. After he stands up, you brush some of Mateo’s hair out of his face as you kiss his forehead.

“Sweet dreams.” You say before getting up and turning off the light before closing his door.

After Miguel finishes cleaning the dishes, he walks into your bedroom, where he is handed a pillow and blanket.

“What is this for?” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked back at you.

“For you.” You say.

“Y/n, don’t make me sleep on the couch. I would be much more comfortable sleeping in here with you.” Miguel pouts as he sets it on your desk.

“Miguel. We are not together.” You remind him.

“But we will be. So why not start slowly by letting me sleep with you. Plus, I’ll hurt my neck by sleeping on the sofa.” You pondered his words. He was right. He was too big to sleep comfortably on the couch. A sigh escaped your lips.

“Ok, fine. You can sleep with me. But only sleeping! Any funny business, and you’re heading straight to the living room.”

After getting ready for bed, you slip underneath the covers. You watch as Miguel takes off his shirt showing his chiseled body. You hide your face in your pillow so he wouldn’t see your red face.

You feel the bed dip as Miguel gets under the covers lying beside you. The lights were off, only the moonlight lighting up the room. Your gaze meets his. You start to fall into a trance as the moonlight reflects perfectly off of him, staring straight into his mix of brown and red eyes.

You didn’t realize he had wrapped his arm around your waist, bringing you closer. Your bodies now only centimeters apart. He cupped your cheek with his other hand as he leaned down before capturing your lips with his.

You missed feeling his lips on yours. The kiss lasts a few more seconds before your lips sadly part. Moving your gaze from his lips to his eyes, you see them cloud into a lustful gaze.

You are suddenly brought back to reality as you lightly glare at him.

“Go to the couch. Now.”

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100% there will be a part 3! I love this storyline too much.

Hope you enjoyed part two💕

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝. 𝐀 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥, 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴊᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʟʟʏ x ɴᴇʏᴛɪʀɪ ᴛᴇ ꜱᴜʟɪ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ʟᴏ'ᴀᴋ ᴛᴇ ꜱᴜʟɪ ᴛꜱʏᴇʏᴋ'ɪᴛᴀɴ x ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ᴅᴀᴠɪᴅ ʙʀᴀᴅʟᴇʏ- ᴍʏ ꜱᴏɴ

Tw: pregnancy, child birth, birth and pregnancy complications, premature labor, C-section, mentions of tubes getting tied, uterine rapture, mentions of death, reader is Lo'ak mother, motherhood, Lo'ak is a mama's boy.

A/N: Idk I wanted to do something platonic and fluffy with Lo'ak, and I thought of this, I might do a part two of this fic.

P.s. I'm no doctor, so I looked some stuff up, to try and get something right when it came to reader's pregnancy and stuff.

Masterlist

Who would of thought that Jake and Neytiri's human mate would fall pregnant, it was a surprise to you all. No one thought it was possible that a human can get impregnated by a na'vi, but it was, you were pregnant with your first child. It was also a risky since who knows what kind of baby you would give birth to, if it was going to be human or a na'vi, perhaps even a hybrid. No one knew for sure.

The first few months were okay, you were growing slowly and the baby seemed like it would be the size of a human baby, but then weeks had turned into months. Your stomach had grown so big, it was concerning, it got bad when you had gone into premature labor, the baby wasn't suppose to come until two more months, it had only been seven.

You had to go under a C-section, the baby wouldn't be able to come out naturally. The whole time you had been telling Jake and Neytiri that no matter what happens to save the baby, as much as they didn't want to lose you, they decided to respect your wishes. Hours had gone by, it was a total of 28 hours, nearly two days. The whole time Jake and Neytiri have been praying that you and the baby were alright.

There prayers had been answered, you and your baby were okay. When they were able to see you both, you had been holding a baby na'vi, a boy. You were in tears holding your son, he was beautiful. But due to the pregnancy your uterus had been torn and your tubes had to be tied. You could never have kids again, but that was okay, you had given birth to your first and only son who you already loved.

You were told that your son may or may not make it the first 24 weeks due to his condition. Your son had to stay under observation since a birth of 7 months can cause the baby to have complication. The whole time you had been with your son, you never left him alone when he was in the incubator. Jake and Neytiri would also be with you and there now son as much as possible, you made every moment had with the baby precious since who knows if he'll survive for a long time.

Neytiri had come up with the name Lo'ak for your son, sincce she did not trust your mate in naming the children, she didn't want them to have strange human names like his ikran Bob, no shade to him. So you began to call your son Lo'ak. You had prayed and hoped that your son would live for a long time and be with you, Neytiri, Jake and his siblings. The whole time you were with him, you'd sing him a song that you had heard from a movie, you loved the song so much that you wanted to share it with Lo'ak. It was about a man who loves his son more than anything, it was a perfect song for Lo'ak.

Lo'ak had made it, he will be able to live for a long time. You had been the happiest when you got told by the doctors and scientists. When you took Lo'ak home, you held him the whole time, its been ages since you had held him due to him being in the incubator. It was hard getting you to allow your mates to hold Lo'ak, but you'd let them hold their son, you'd get impatient and want him back in your arms.

In the communication with Eywa ceremony, as much as Jake wanted to hold his son, he let you hold him the whole ceremony. You were in tears seen your son communicating with the great mother, the one who had allowed him to live. You were thankful that she had allowed your son to be with you.

Even though Lo'ak was born a na'vi, he was half human. Just like you and Jake, he had five fingers. You remember holding those little hands during the first few weeks and when you'd sing to him. Not only that, but Lo'ak was very attached to you, if he wasn't playing with Kiri and Neteyam, he'd be with you the whole time, whether you were working on something or just relaxing in the hut. Lo'ak wouldn't really part from you most of the time. Sometimes your other kids Neteyam and Kiri would accuses you of playing favorites since Lo'ak would always hang around you more. You loved all your kids the same, you'd often tell them that it wasn't like that, that you loved all of them the same.

You began to notice how he had picked up Jake's younger personality. He was starting to become reckless, adventurous and very curious for his own good. Sometime that would get him into trouble, it wasn't a big deal at first since he was young and learning about the world around him. You'd often tell Jake that Lo'ak is just like him when you both first arrived in Pandora, he hated it because he knew you were right, even more because Neytiri agreed with you.

Lo'ak grew up in both na'vi and human cultures, you thought it would be good that he'd know his human side along with his na'vi side. You liked how Lo'ak and Spider were close, they considered each other brothers, not only that but Lo'ak also hanged around the other human kids that lived on Hell's gate. He really loved the humans since you had taught him to always love and care for everyone despite being different from him.

As much as Neytiri didn't like humans and wanted them as far away as possible, you were more open minded about your kids being around human children. You believed that they can all learn from each other and show everyone that not all humans were the same. Your mate had her reasons why she hated the humans, but sometimes you wished she wasn't harsh as she is towards Spider.

Spider was like a nephew to you, from time to time he'd call you Sa'nok which you didn't mind, you loved the idea of being his mother figure since his mother wasn't around and not to mention his father. He was like your other son, even though you had two sons already, having another son wouldn't hurt.

That day you had been in the camp, with your daughers Kiri and Tuk, as well as Spider, the War Party had left that morning for the raid, you had been worried since your family had been out there, who knows what could happen to them. Then Tuk had mentioned that the War party ha returned, you along with Kiri, Tuk and Spider had gone to receive them.

When you got there, you watched how Jake was scolding both Lo'ak and Neteyam, it must have been bad since Jake wouldn't normally yell like that. Kiri wanted to help her wounded brother but Jake told her and Tuk to go help there grandmother. Neytiri then chimed in, telling Jake their son was bleeding, then he got dismissed. Neytiri took Neteyam to go get hi injuries taken care off.

He wasn't don with Lo'ak. He continued to scold him while you stood next to your son, you saw the look of guilt he had on face, he must have felt bad dragging Neteyam into danger. He got grounded and got told to tend to the ikran. You then gave your mate a look, then went over with Lo'ak to help him and Spider tend to the banshee.

Afterwards, you had taken Lo'ak for a walk, you told Jake and Neytiri that you'd be back in a bit. You wanted to know what happened and why he got in trouble the way that he did. You could have asked Jake, but you wanted to her Lo'ak first. You walked near the little pond where you'd all hang out at. You were both walking side to side in silence, until you stopped and sat down on the glowing grass. "Tell e what happened?" you asked, you saw how he looked away a bit embarrassed, you waited for him to respond.

"I... I disobeyed orders.." he said, looking down, playing with his fingers. Something he'd do when he'd get in trouble at a young age. "Which were?" you asked. "To stay in the sky and call in any danger... I ran flew down with the rest of the warriors to get weapons and Neteyam followed me..." he admitted. You sighed and took his large hand into your smaller one. "Lo'ak, I know that you're fourteen and you want to live your life at it's fullest, but, you need to limit yourself." You stated.

You weren't angry or upset, just concern about him. "Not only do your actions can get you into danger, but those around you can also suffer the consequences." You then lifted his chin up to make him look into your eyes, he was silent the whole time he listened. "I love you Lo'ak, you're my son, but I'm also worried about you, so is your father. That's why he is hard on you and Neteyam" You said, this made him speak up. "He is hard on my because he doesn't understand anything." He said, a bit upset. "No Lo'ak, he is hard on you because he was you. He was also reckless and curious, he wouldn't want you to make horrible mistakes that you might regret later." You mentioned, seen how he calmed himself.

"Listen Lo'ak, me, your mom and your dad just want you guys to learn that war isn't a game. You have to take it into consideration that it is serious, it's not a game. You could lose so much in so little time. we would hate to loose either of you." You said, placing your hands on both his large shoulders. He had grown so fast, you still remember when he was still a baby in your arms and now he was a young man going into his teen years. Not only that but due to him being na'vi, he was bigger then the average human teen.

Your son looked at you in the eyes, he felt calm when he looked into his mother's eyes. "I understand." He stated, you then got up and pulled him into a hug. Due to his height and size it was kind of hard to hug him. Lo'ak laid his head on your chest and chest, then hugged your legs. He could hear your heart beat, he somehow remembers it when he was a baby.

The first time you had the skin to skin contact when he was born, your heart beat had calmed him. This reminded you of the time you first had held him in your arms after the 24 weeks in a long time, he would cling close to your chest and wouldn't let go of you at all, afraid that you might leave him. You softly touched his braids that were tied in a ponytail. "I love you Lo'ak." you whispered to him, and he replied back. "I love you too mama.

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Inuyasha's Adoptive Mother, (Y/N)?

𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 ➢ 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: 𝚄𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 ➢ 1 ◉ 𝟸 ◉ 3 ◉ 4 ◉ 5 ◉ 6 ◉ 7 ◉ 8 ◉ 9 ◉ 10 ◉ 11

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚐.

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♥︎ Romantic

♡ One-sided

❝-*-𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬-*-•┈┈┈• Inuyasha, Kagome, Miroku, Sango, Shippo, Kirara, Koga, Ginta, Hakkukau, Kikyo, Sesshomaru, Rin, Jaken, Naraku, Kagura, Kanna, Hakudoshi, Kohaku, Izayoi, Toga, Iyame❞

❝𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 -*- ✎﹏﹏﹏ 𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐲𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚'𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.❞

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ ᎬΝᎫϴᎽ ͲᎻᎬ ՏͲϴᎡᎽ ♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

You were relaxing in your home, your feet tucked under your legs as you drank a warm cup of tea, you were deep in thought as you stared on into the distance from within your cozy hut. A fire was going on in the pit with a small cauldron hovering above it, it had about an inch of water within it, the water inside coming to a nice boil. You sighed as you swallowed some of your tea.

The sunset was ever so beautiful as you lost yourself in a trance. You blinked, breaking your trance and you looked over at the cauldron, seeing the water boiling nicely. You hummed, pleased to see the water rolling and bubbling.

You placed your tea down on the circular wooden saucer gently, you then turned to your left and you picked up the saibashi chopsticks, you adjusted them properly in your hand before you picked up an undone dumpling, you gently placed it in the hot water, you had about 4 of them, ready to boil. Once they were all in you placed the lid over the cauldron, allowing them to steam and boil.

Your ears twitched and you looked out into the distance once more, you stared intensely as you could hear a group of footsteps and voices. They all sounded rather young, and they sounded relaxed yet tired. You stood up, dusting off your clothes as you made yourself presentable, but in the middle of your fixing, your eyes wide and your ears perked up, a very familiar yet not forgotten voice sounded out from the crowd that was approaching your home.

You looked out into the distance, your eyes gleaming in hope as you waited for the figures to curve up from the hill. You waited with clenched hands over your fast heart, as the group walked up the hill, you could make out a large animal, and two figures walking next to it along with a small child-like figure.

Your eyes widen and they shined with unshed tears as you made out the familiar red clothing and silver hair. You ran out from the hut, your eyes trained on the young man as you ran towards the group. The small child noticed you approaching and he alerted the others.

They all looked at you with curious stares, and your arms opened wide once you got closer. “INUYASHA!!” You cried out in joy as you wrapped your arms around his chest, your arms went under his and your fingers latched onto his red suikan. Your face pressed into his chest and shoulder, and your tears stained his top, but he didn’t seem to care as he wrapped his arms around you tightly in return.

You could feel how much he had grown, it felt almost like a dream how strong he felt, he was nothing but a young teen the last time you hugged him like this, he wanted to go out and venture off on his own, and you gave him a hug as a final goodbye, telling him that he can always come home for a hot meal and a warm and ready bed.

“Oh, Inuyasha, I missed you so much, there wasn’t a day that went by that I never thought about you. I’ve been so worried, but I know that you’re strong.” You said, your voice wavering as you tried not to sob. He held you tighter. “I know, but you ain’t got to worry…. I’m sorry…. I should’ve checked in on you.” He said, his voice was still the same, just with a bit more base and a natural growl to it. It almost made you want to cry, realizing how much of his life has gone by.

You shook your head, as you pulled back from him, your eyes shined full of motherly love as you stared up at him. “You’ve no need for an apology, you were trying to find your place in the world, so I understand why you left.” You said, your voice full of understanding. His yellow eyes bounced back and forth between yours, he may be grown, but he still held that same love and respect for you. It took you back to his younger days when he was just a child, his eyes haven’t changed. He was still your baby boy.

You blinked and you stared up at them with a baffling look, he blinked in confusion at your stare. “W-what?” He asked as he stared down at you. You stepped up on your tip-toes, your hands gently caressing his cheeks. He stared down at you with a dazed look, but he didn’t stop you. You suddenly pinched his cheeks and you pulled on them. “OW! OWW! STOP THAT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” He shouted in pain as he gently yet firmly grabbed your wrists as he tried to pry your hands off. You pulled his cheeks apart in different directions before you let them go and you gave both of his cheeks a good smack.

He stepped back some as he rubbed his cheek with one of his hands as he gave you a half-hearted glare. “What the heck was that for?” He asked, his voice held irritation. You gave a pleased smile before you placed your hands on your hips before you nodded in satisfaction. “Mmhmm, there we go!! I missed those rosy cheeks of yours!!” You said, he blinked in confusion. “Rosy?” He asked.

You nodded. The small child you had seen before questioned aloud. “Inuyasha had rosy cheeks?” He asked, his little voice made your heart clench from how cute he sounded, you looked over at him, he was sitting in the young girl's arms, and he was nested in her arms as she cradled him. His bright green eyes made you nearly squeal at how cute he was. His big blue bow in his ginger hair was just too cute. His sharp ears and little fangs indicated that he was a demon child, but you already knew that from his scent. You smiled at him, nodding at his question.

“That’s right when he was younger, he had the cutest rosy cheeks!! They were always either pink or shy of red, I just couldn’t bare to see him without them any longer!!” You explained as you gushed at the memory. He growled from behind you as you retold the memories of his cheeks that he himself must’ve forgotten. The small boy stared up at you before he gave a smug smirk over at Inuyasha. “I never knew that Inuyasha had girly cheeks.” He said in a teasing voice.

Inuyasha glared over at him. “WHAT YOU SAY!?” He shouted as he stomped but made no advance towards him. The girl holding him stared at Inuyasha with an observatory stare. “You know, it is kind of cute.” She said, he stepped back at her comment. “W-WHAT!?” He called out, the woman on the large feline also gave him the same stare. “I agree with, Kagome, it surprisingly fits you.” She said, Inuyasha stared at her with a look of disbelief. The Monk behind her nodded his head in agreement. “It suits your human qualities.” He said.

Inuyasha grumbled as he turned away from the group, he pulled his sleeve down over his hand as he scrubbed at his cheeks, trying to get rid of the redness, unknowingly making it redder. You chuckled at his actions, as you rubbed his back soothingly. You continued rubbing his back as you looked back over at the group, finally taking them in. They all stared at your action with a questioning stare.

You eyed their clothing, they all seemed normal, aside from the girl holding the boy. She wore a small green cloth, and long white socks with large leather covering over her feet. She wore a long white sleeve piece of fitted clothing with a green pattern on it, and a red cloth tied around her neck.

Your nose twitched as you blinked. “You’re not from around here, are you?” You asked aloud, they all looked over at you, and the girl blinked before she gave you a slightly nervous smile. “Umm, yeah, you’re not wrong.” She said. You smiled at her, you could tell that she was young, your motherly instinct blooming to life. “No need to be nervous dear, I don’t bite.”

You gently said as you tried to calm her, it seemed to work, the warmth in your eyes matched your smile and she seemed to relax. You chuckled, your eyes closing as you looked back at Inuyasha who still had his back toward everyone. “Inuyasha, won’t you invite your friends inside? I was just about to make some steamed dumplings.” You suggested. His ears slightly twitched and he stood up straighter.

You gave a sly smile his way. “I was also about to make some sashimi, with some steamed dumplings and rice.” You said as you turned towards the hut. He turned towards you, his eyes slightly widen. “Sashimi?” He asked, you held in your giggle at his cuteness that he never seemed to lose. “Sashimi.” You confirmed. He stood there a little longer before he looked at his small group. “Well, you guys heard her, get inside.” He said. You shook your head at his rudeness, but he’s always been this way.

You walked on towards the hut, as you listened to the lot of them bicker amongst themselves…

The sun has fully vanished, and with her, she took her bright light, and in her stead, the moon and all her followers appeared. The straw curtain to your hut was drawn, closing the doorway to the hut, shielding your privacy from the world. The rice was being cooked over the flames in the cauldron, you made more steamed dumplings and sashimi.

You were steering the rice in the cauldron gently, so as to not make the rice mushy. Inuyasha, Miroku, and Shippo were all sitting by the door of the hut, while You, Kagome, and Sango were all helping to prepare the meal. When they all first entered, they all introduced themselves to you. You were surprised that they have yet to ask whom you were to Inuyasha, but they could tell that you were very important.

Once the majority of the food was done, both Kagome and Sango sat down with you around the fire, as they quietly conversed with you, while you steered the rice. “So, if it isn’t rude of me to ask, who are you to Inuyasha?” Sango asked. Everyone looked over at you, curious eyes stared at you as they all waited patiently for you to answer. You’ve been waiting for this question, and you gently placed the wooden spoon down on the setting stone to keep the water from molding your tatami floors.

“I don’t mind at all, in fact, I’m shocked that Inuyasha hasn’t yet spoken of me.” You said, your voice even while a motherly warmth spread from you. Kagme stared at you for a moment, before she gasped as if she placed together a long-awaited thought together. You smiled at her as a knowing gleam came into your eyes. “My name is (Y/N), and I am Inuyasha’s adoptive mother.” You explained as you bowed in a proper greeting.

They all stared at you in shock before they all looked over at Inuyasha who had his eyes closed, his sword cradled in his arms, but his ears twitched to show that he was listening. They all looked back over at you. “YOU’RE HIS WHAT!?” They all shouted. You sat back up before you gave them all a small giggle.

#ao3 #inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha x reader #kagome #miroku #sango #shippo #kirara #mother reader #adoptive mother

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gatitties · 8 months

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hiii!! can I request some HCs for bonten!Mikey x Mother!Assassin!Reader where Reader and Mikey have a 17 years old secret love child. The scene is Bonten Executives and Assassin!Reader is eating in just yk a local ramen shop and Mikey is asking Reader that he wants to become a father to their child ykyk bcs reader kept it a secret that she was pregnant and raised the child all by herself T__T and when the school called Reader bcs their child stabbed a male student with scissors in their school, Sanzu said "I guess she took her mother's talent. you're in that age too, weren't you?" and reader just went batshit crazy bcs reader doesn't want her child to become like her </3 so reader threw a knife that got stuck in a wooden wall just close enough to make Sanzu's neck bleed a little and after that reader said "If you ever say that again, I'll kill you with the most dullest knife in the world." and then reader left. I WANT TO SEE MIKEY'S AND OTHER EXECUTIVES' REACTION TOO TO THIS HAPPENINGS IF THEY'RE GONNA GO CRAZY TOO OR WHATEVER 🤩🤩 thank u so much!

─Bonten!Mikey x mother!assassin!reader

─Summary: You don't like that your kid looks like you because you don't have the best manners or work

─Warnings: none

─ You weren't proud of your fame as a assassin in the underworld, but work was work.

─ Several years ago you got involved with the leader of Bonten, a one-night stand ended up being something and you started working as an executive for your boyfriend.

─ Although in a 'small accident' you ended up having a child, you weren't sure if Mikey would like to be a father considering his position in society, and despite the fact that you didn't have the best reputation either, you decided to take it on the sly.

─ How you managed to hide your child for seventeen years is a feat knowing the people you associated with, but you were grateful that they didn't poke their noses into your business and that Mikey was a busy man.

─ Of course, you were very lucky during all that time, but it came to an end and he decided to confront you for hiding from him that he had a child.

─ Although you had an argument about that, you reached a halfway point, Mikey wanted to take care of his child and get to know them, however you denied that your little baby knew the dark side of both.

─ Your kid was a little skeptical at first with their 'new' father, but they started to get along after a few months, becoming a relatively normal family if you ignored all the corpses you both carried on your back.

─ Of course, the other executives got to know your kid because it was more difficult to hide that the leader of Bonten was more absent, so now your kid had a few uncles.

─ Now… when they called from school because your 'baby' had fought, rather stabbed another child with scissors, you didn't know how to react, Mikey was the one who took charge of going to school while you stayed at home.

─ At that moment you were all eating, since you had invited them to your house, everyone listened but decided that they had nothing to comment until Sanzu had to open his mouth. "I guess they took their mother's talent, you're in that age too, weren't you?"

─ It took you a few seconds to analyze what the drug addict had dared to say, everyone knew that you didn't like that your kid was involved with the shit they did and you lost it.

─ You grabbed the first sharp object you had at hand, a knife, and you threw it in such a way that Sanzu's neck had a millimeter cut, the knife went past, sticking into the wall. "If you ever say that again, I'll kill you with the dullest knife in the world."

─ The table was silent except for Sanzu's complaints when being lightly treated by Kakucho, everyone looked at each other deciding to shut their mouths knowing that you were upset.

─ The Haitani brothers were trying not to burst out laughing at seeing how you humiliated their co-worker, Mochizuki, Takeomi and Kokonoi were amazed with your aim since they had never seen you doing your job, this scene would definitely be something to talk about if word gets out.

─ The tension in the room didn't go away until you saw your boyfriend and kid appear at the door, although now it was your turn to give your child a talk for having done that.

─ Mikey smiled when he found out what you had done, he wasn't angry about his child's attitude, he simply asked if they had won the fight or not (the result was obvious but he wanted to check it).

─ No one dared to comment on what happened that day and you punished your kid for a week.

#tr #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #fem reader #request #assassin reader #bonten #bonten x reader #mikey x reader #mikey #bonten mikey x reader #mother reader #sfw #headcanons #reader insert

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mist-see · 1 year

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Raise hell.

In which you will do anything for your family.

Yandere reader x sully family

Small blurb.

⚠️Warning ⚠️ possessive mother/wife (you), cursing, mention of murder, you bitching Jake Sully lol, tall ometakyan reader

“I don’t give a fuck about what you want, boy.” You towered over Jake, being the oldest mate blessed with your fathers genes. Your mate nose flares, his eyes never tearing away even if he felt intimidated by you. You didn’t back down from the eye contact, yellow eyes blown wide as they glared down at the leader.

“You will not speak that way to me- I am your husband!”

“Yes and as your wife, I am telling you to turn your ass around and get back to our daughters. Because if they get hurt-“ you scoffed, lips pulling over your teeth in a smile that didn’t reach your eyes. Your shadow fully covered the younger male, making him back up as you kept a tight grip on your bow.

“If they get hurt,” you repeated, making sure he heard you clearly. This time your voice was low, back slightly bending down to get into your husbands face.

“I will kill everyone. And I will raise hell.”

#black!reader #dom!reader #jake sully x y/n #yandere #yandere reader #sully family #dad jake sully #mother reader #avatar angst #avatar the way of water #tonowari x reader #sub!Jakesully #sub jake sully

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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What about yandere rhaenyra and yandere baelon fighting to get their queen mother attention?

The Queen reader got used to her children's tendencies after a while. Especially the rivalry and wars of his first two children, Baelon and Rhaenyra, have turned into a daily lifestyle. These two children do not hesitate to fight for their mother's attention and attention. Especially Rhaenyra is the person who triggers many fights. She argues that as a daughter, you should have the right to spend the most time with your mother. Baelon is assisted with his responsibilities as heir with you. It's your job to support and reassure him. Rhaenyra loves combing and braiding her hair and doing other girl activities. Sometimes two brothers come to your room at the same time to spend time with you. When a verbal argument starts, you always manage to stop them and find a compromise. You are the only person who can calm these two Targaryen children.

#yandere hotd #yandere house of the dragon #yandere got #yandare game of thrones #yandere targaryen #house targaryen #yandere rhaenyra targaryen x reader #yandere baelon ii targaryen #yandere baelon ii targaryen x reader #yandere rhaenyra targaryen #queen mother #mother reader #yandere concept

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lovesick-feelings · 1 year

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Hello! If you have the time can you write a wandered nightmare Freddy with a dating who is a mother figure to the freddles (the little freddies) it can be headcanons or a one shot your choice :)

Anon i'm so sorry this took so long!! (┳Д┳) This turned out waaaaaaaay longer than I was expecting it to be due to all the scenarios of how i wanted to approach this! I actually didn't make this one yandere focused because I wanted to focus more on reader developing a relationship with the Freddles. I may come back to this since this fanfic made me appreciate Nightmare Freddy so much more! As always thank you for requesting beloved anon!! (´• ω •`) ♡

TW: Female reader, Freddles have rabbies or smth

“I can watch over them while you're gone!!” You blurted, making all heads turn towards you. The cub's ears perked up in surprise. Even Nightmare Freddy was taken aback by your suggestion.

Ever since the Freddles ignored their father's commands to leave their last victim's house cat alone, they have been grounded for the night. On those occasions, he’d take the Freddles with him. Making them sit in a corner to think about their actions. This time, however, you couldn't let it happen.

“₳ⱤɆ ɎØɄ ₵ɆⱤ₮₳ł₦ Ø₣ ₮Ⱨł₴ ĐɆ₵ł₴łØ₦?”

If this were last month, you would have slept easily knowing you wouldn't have to deal with them. However, things have changed since you started dating the bear, taking the mother role with it. Lately, you've noticed how agitated the toddlers have been acting since their father's recent work load. Repeatedly throwing tantrums and destroying objects more than usual. Even going as far as disobeying orders from their father leading to now.

You’ve made attempts at trying to engage with the cubs but you'd always end up holding yourself back from fear. It was a common occurrence for the Freddles to become out of hand. Especially with how scared you were of them, you'd rather have them destroy your furniture than maul you. You knew they wouldn't, but the thought still lingered in your mind. There was a reason Freddy had to be there with you to set boundaries.

“Yeah I'm sure” obviously you weren't and Freddy knew it too. He scanned your face before giving his response.

“VɆⱤɎ ₩ɆⱠⱠ. ł₣ ₮ⱧɆɎ ฿Ɇ₲ł₦ ₮Ø ₥ł₴฿ɆⱧ₳VɆ, ₵₳ⱠⱠ ₥Ɇ” Freddy leans over to kiss your head and walks off, disappearing into the shadows. You look back to seeing the boys. The first one looked at you with a deadpan expression, while the other one was trying to hold back their excitement. The last Freddle, still upset, looked away.

‘Oh boy…’

“Um… who wants sweets?”

“I DO!!!”

It’s decided. You start the night making sugar cookies together.

“Okay so… we're gonna need this” you peered over cabinets and the fridge collecting ingredients needed for the cookies. Pouring the contents into a bowl, you allow each of the boys to crack an egg and mix it in.

“Hey, I didn't stir yet!”

“I know just give your brother another second”

It was always best to equally split everything between the three as one extra second would easily unleash chaos. After each of their turns, you decide to mix the rest of the batter, in case of any leftover chunky, unmixed cake batter.

“Mama?”

“Mhm?”

“Can we have sprinkles on the cookies?”

“Yeah sure,” It felt strange when the Freddles would refer to you as “mama”. As cute as it was, you never considered yourself to be a proper mother. A proper mother would love their kids unconditionally, go out of their way to help them, and make them feel happy when they're down. The last time you checked you didn't fit much of the criteria. You often wondered if the Freddles really considered you to be their mother as well.

You were suddenly pulled from your thoughts when you heard a loud thud. Your attention snapped towards the boys. One of them climbed the cabinet shelves, knocking over bottles in an attempt to reach the sprinkle bottle.

“Hey don't do that, you're going to get hurt!” You grabbed the bear from behind, putting him down.

“But I wanted to help…” He huffed, hanging his head.

“I’m sorry I didn't mean to yell at you” you reach for the sprinkles and put a few on the cookies

“I don't want you to get hurt. If you need anything you can always tell me, okay?” You smile at him. He looks up and nods. You clean up the mess and place the cookies in an oven. Leaving it to heat up.

“Okay so what should we do next?-”

“TAG!!!” The cub hits your leg. All of a sudden, the three cubs darted to the other direction, leaving you in confusion.

‘At least give me time to think ’

You run behind them trying to catch up with their speed. If there was one game they were best at, it was tag. They knew it because it was the one they suggested playing the most. Within a couple rounds, you could feel yourself slowing down and you think the cubs noticed too, because they're suddenly going slower when it's their turn to catch you. Curse your lack of stamina.

Luckily, the boys agreed to change games when you suggested playing hide-and-go-seek (for your legs’ sake). Looking for hiding spots, you decide to hide in one of the many wardrobes in your home. For once, they haven't caught you so quickly.

‘Am I actually winning-’ You felt your victory diminish when something pounced on your back, wrapping its arms around your neck and letting out an inhumane scream.

“Geez!” You jumped. The little boy giggled from the scare, making you sigh. Thank goodness your flexes didn't throw him back.

“I gotcha mama!!” the cub shouts excitedly, still clinging to your neck.

“Yeah good job!” you chuckle, holding onto him from behind so he wouldn't fall.

“You're getting really good at this”

“I know hehe!”

“Hey you cheated, I was gonna check there next!” The other two ran into your spot. So much for your most successful hiding spot.

By the time the little ones were tired, the cookies were already done. You run to the oven and remove the hot cookie tray placing the cookies onto a plate to cool down. You settled each one of them down and put on a Halloween movie to watch.

“Thank you, mama!” They cheered, grabbing the cookies from the plate. You smiled, settling the cookies on the coffee table. Seeing them be so comfortable around you gives you a sense of warmth that you never thought you'd feel for the nightmares.

“Mama?”

“Yes?”

“Can I get some milk?”

“Me too!”

“Me three!”

“Alright, give me a minute to bring them” You stood up and headed to the kitchen. You grabbed some plastic cups and began to pour milk inside.

“Mama, can I get chocolate with mine?” You jumped from the surprise. He let out a mischievous giggle at your reaction.

“Sorry, mama!”

“No, don’t worry about it '' You lifted him and placed him on the counter. You were both silent as he watched you bring out chocolate powder and pour some into three different colored cups.

“Hey mama, why are you so scared of us?” You looked up at him.

“What do you mean?”

“Yeah, you are! Every time you see us you get scared and run away! I thought you hated us for that” Your eyes widened.

“What?! I’m not afraid of you guys! Well..” you paused for a second.

“Yeah, sometimes I get caught off guard by your surprises, but I would never hate you guys for it. If I was I would not be here right now” you pat his head.

“I know I don't show it to you guys a lot, but I really care for you a lot”

“I love you mama!” He jumps off the counter to hug you, making your heart swell. You gave him a quick squeeze before planting him on his feet.

“I love you too, now let's go back to the movie!” You both made your way back with the cups of milk.

You put each of the cups and the table and made a seat between the cubs on the couch. The boys cuddled up to you as if seeking warmth from the cold while downing their cookies and milk. You embraced them kissing each of their foreheads. For a second, you felt someone else was with you but you shook away the thought. When the film finally came to a close, you peered down at your cubs. It was obvious from their closed eyelids and drowsy faces that the time was near. You stood up.

“Alright, time to go to bed!” The kids shot up and their whining filled the room.

“But mama!-”

“No buts, you guys will take a bath and go to bed” Their ears drooped down again. You honestly had to pat yourself on the back for that.

“Wait, can we play one more game!?”

“A game of hide and seek and then we’ll go to bed!” They gave their best impression of puppy eyes.

‘Your lucky you’re so cute’ You gave out a dramatic sigh

“Alright fine, we’ll play and then you'll have to get ready” they nodded in agreement.

“And if we win we get to stay up extra longer!!”

“I never said that!” your immediate response was met with giggling. Without a second notice, you turned to the wall and started counting. Realizing the game had already begun, the cubs fled into hiding. Luckily, it didn't take much to grab the first two. One of them hid under the couch and the other in the cabinet of the kitchen.

‘Now for the third one…’

With the two squirming in your arms, you searched around your home. You searched every nook and cranny yet not a single bear showed up. How is he hiding so well?

“Do we have to shower before bed, mama?”

“Yeah, we're not that dirty!” The other one chimed.

“Of course! Unless you want to scare everyone with your smell,” You scrunched up your face. Just as they burst into laughter, you caught a glimpse of someone running. Looking over, there were crumbs near your dresser. You inched closer to notice the small space between the wall and the dresser. Enough space to fit a child. You were proven right when you peeked over the top to see him holding his mouth from giggling.

‘Aha I found you’ You step back to put down the other two Freddles, putting a finger on your lips. They nodded. Curious of what your next move will be.

Everything felt as if it were happening in slow motion. The moment you reached out to scare the last Freddle hiding, he squealed and bit your hand, leaving tiny, broad bite marks. You pulled away, causing you to stumble back and hit the ground. The boys quickly rush to your side.

Their words somehow seemed drowned out from the stinging pain on your hand. Luckily there wasn't much blood leaking from your wound, but the wave of pain was almost unbearable. When you look up towards the children you finally realize their anxious faces.

“Mama are you okay?!”

“Does it hurt?!”

“I’m sorry! I didn't mean to!!” They were obviously afraid. Sure, they had their moments where they played a bit rough, but it was never meant to harm you. You can't help but feel bad for making them worry.

“No no don't worry! It was just an accident. I know you didn't mean to hurt me” The bear nodded his head, tears threatening to spill.

“I know you were scared but you have to be more careful dear” You held out your arms for him to embrace you. The three ran into you, hugging you tightly. You can feel your clothes start to dampen from their tears.

“Sorry, mama…” Their cries were muffled from your clothes. You tried to soothe the boys.

“Here I’m gonna fix my hand first and then we’ll get the bath ready” They followed you into the bathroom where you bandaged up your hand. For a small bite, you have to admit it certainly packed a punch. You ended up using your other hand to get the bath prepared as you didn’t want others to worry the children with discomfort.

“You guys want extra bubbles?”

“Yay!!”

You scrubbed their hair and ears while they played around with the bubbles. It was good seeing them back to their mischievous selves. You don’t think you could handle more gloomy faces tonight. You dried each one of them with a towel and give a fresh pair of clothes.

“Alright now get into bed!” The boys raced to your bed. Jumping and shifting the once neat covers. Once you appeared, the Freddles settled down and they turned towards you trying to quiet their giggling. The same laughter that once gave you goosebumps now sounds so innocent and adorable. You couldn't help but laugh at it yourself.

“Are you guys comfortable?” They hummed in unison as you patted down the blankets. All of a sudden, they burst into giggles.

“What are you laughing about?-”

“ⱧɆⱠⱠØ~” You jumped.

“PAPA!!” The cubs cheered. Nightmare Freddy let out a chuckle. You could feel his arms wrap around your waist pulling you closer to him.

“ɎØɄ ₳ⱤɆ₦’₮ ₲łVł₦₲ ɎØɄⱤ ₥Ø₮ⱧɆⱤ ₳ Ⱨ₳ⱤĐ ₮ł₥Ɇ ₳ⱤɆ ɎØɄ?”

“Don’t worry they weren’t being difficult, right boys?” They nodded their heads.

“₲ØØĐ, ₦Ø₩ ⱤɆ₴₮, ₩Ɇ Ⱨ₳VɆ ₳₦ ł₥₱ØⱤ₮₳₦₮ ₥ɆɆ₮ł₦₲ ₮Ø₦ł₲Ⱨ₮ ₳₦Đ ₩Ɇ ₩ØɄⱠĐ₦’₮ ₩₳₦₮ ₮Ø ₭ɆɆ₱ ØɄⱤ Vł₵₮ł₥₴ ₩₳ł₮ł₦₲” You tucked each one in. Giving them their good night kisses. Nightmare Freddy couldn't help but admire the little family you've built for yourselves. Who knew you could give his cold, dead heart such a jump-start.

“₴₩ɆɆ₮ ₦ł₲Ⱨ₮₥₳ⱤɆ₴ ₥Ɏ ₵Ʉ฿₴~”

“Sleep well, dearies”

“Bye mama, bye papa” The Freddles let out before falling into slumber. You both leave, closing the door behind you.

“₴Ⱨ₳ⱠⱠ ₩Ɇ ₮₳₭Ɇ ØɄⱤ ⱠɆ₳VɆ?” You nod. With his hand still wrapped around your waist, Nightmare Freddy leads you to your room.

“ł ₥Ʉ₴₮ ₮Ⱨ₳₦₭ ɎØɄ ₳₲₳ł₦ ₣ØⱤ ₮₳₭ł₦₲ ₵₳ⱤɆ Ø₣ ØɄⱤ ₵Ʉ฿₴. ɎØɄ ₴₮łⱠⱠ ₳₴₮Ø₦ł₴Ⱨ ₥Ɇ ₩ł₮Ⱨ ɎØɄⱤ ₮ØⱠɆⱤ₳₦₵Ɇ. ₦Ø₮ ɆVɆ₦ ₣ØӾɎ ₵₳₦ ₴₮₳Ɏ ₩ł₮Ⱨ ₮ⱧɆ₥ ₣ØⱤ ₮ØØ ⱠØ₦₲. ł₴ ₮ⱧɆⱤɆ ₳₦Ɏ ₩₳Ɏ ł ₵₳₦ ⱤɆ₩₳ⱤĐ ɎØɄ?~”

“A break would be nice” He laughs at your comment.

“ł ₮ⱧØɄ₲Ⱨ₮ ɎØɄ ₴₳łĐ ₮ⱧɆɎ ₩ɆⱤɆ₦’₮ ฿Ɇł₦₲ Đł₣₣ł₵ɄⱠ₮. ɎØɄ ₵ɆⱤ₮₳ł₦ⱠɎ ₴ɆɆ₥ɆĐ ₮Ø ฿Ɇ Ⱨ₳Vł₦₲ ₣Ʉ₦. ₳ ₴Ⱨ₳₥Ɇ ɎØɄ ĐłĐ₦’₮ ₴₳VɆ ₥Ɇ ₳₦Ɏ Ø₣ ₮ⱧØ₴Ɇ ₴₩ɆɆ₮₴ ɎØɄ ₥₳ĐɆ” He faked a sniffle.

“You saw?!” You hissed, trying not to raise your voice.

“₩ⱧɎ, Ø₣ ₵ØɄⱤ₴Ɇ~ ł Ⱨ₳Đ ₮Ø ₥₳₭Ɇ ₴ɄⱤɆ ₮ⱧɆ ⱧØɄ₴Ɇ Ⱨ₳Đ₦’₮ ₵ØⱠⱠ₳₱₴ɆĐ ฿Ʉ₮, ł₮ ₩₳₴ ₩ØⱤ₮Ⱨ ₴ɆɆł₦₲ ₴Ʉ₵Ⱨ ₳ ₱ⱤɆ₵łØɄ₴ ₥Ø₥Ɇ₦₮ ฿Ɇ₮₩ɆɆ₦ ɎØɄ ₳₦Đ ₮ⱧɆ ₵ⱧłⱠĐⱤɆ₦”

He sits on the edge of your bed. Patting his lap while holding out his arms towards you, you sit letting his cold embrace engulf you. You set your head onto his shoulder as he holds you close. While others often search for warmth from their lover, you enjoy his cool body. It was refreshing, like easing your head onto a cold pillow.

“ĐłĐ ₮ⱧɆɎ ⱠɆ₳VɆ ₮ⱧɆ₴Ɇ ₥₳Ɽ₭₴ Ø₦ ɎØɄ?” You look up to notice Freddy scanning the bite marks one of his little ones left. You could hear the sternness of his voice.

“Yeah, but it's fine. He didn't mean anything by it.” He hummed a response.

“ł’ⱠⱠ Ⱨ₳VɆ ₮Ø ₣łӾ ₮Ⱨ₳₮ ₮ⱧɆ₦~” He starts kissing your wounds. Taking his time trailing up your arm and onto your neck.

“Freddy”

“ɎɆ₴?~”

“Please try to make more time for the children '' You gave him a solemn look

“I know that you’re busy but you’ve barely made an effort to give an ounce of attention. They are obviously lashing out at everyone because they miss you and-” You stopped your rant when you noticed the grin spreading on his face.

“ɎØɄ Ⱨ₳VɆ ₵Ⱨ₳₦₲ɆĐ ₴Ø ₥Ʉ₵Ⱨ ₮ØĐ₳Ɏ ĐɆ₳Ɽ~”

“What?”

“₦Ø ₦ɆɆĐ ₮Ø ₣ⱤɆ₮” He strokes your hair “₥Ɏ ₳₱ØⱠØ₲łɆ₴ ₣ØⱤ ₦Ø₮ ₳ĐĐⱤɆ₴₴ł₦₲ ₮ⱧɆ ₴ł₮Ʉ₳₮łØ₦ ₴ØØ₦ɆⱤ. ł ₳Đ₥ł₮ ₩ØⱤ₭ Ⱨ₳₴ ₮₳₭Ɇ₦ ₳ ₮ØⱠⱠ Ø₦ ₥Ɇ ₳₦Đ ł₮ Ⱨ₳₴ ₴Ⱡł₱₱ɆĐ ₥Ɏ ₥ł₦Đ. ł ₱ⱤØ₥ł₴Ɇ ₮Ø ₮₳Ⱡ₭ Ø₣ ł₮ ₩ł₮Ⱨ ØɄⱤ ₴Ø₦₴ ₮Ø₥ØⱤⱤØ₩”

“It's alright. Thank you for listening”, he held your hands in his rugged, tattered ones. Kissing your hand ever so gently left you flustered. It's so strange how someone you once considered dangerous and twisted can now be so charming. You kissed his cheek and laid your head back on his shoulder.

Tonight went well for your first night alone with your cubs. You knew there was no certainty that future nights would be just as easy, but you were still proud of yourself for what you could do. You may not have much experience with children, but that won't stop you from trying your best for your kids.

#nightmare freddy #nightmare #five nights at Freddy's #fnaf #fnaf x reader #yandere fnaf #fnaf yandere #yandere art #fnaf human #nightmare freddy x reader #fnaf 4 #fnaf 4 x reader #fnaf 4 nightmare freddy #nightmare freddy x yn #fnaf 4 nightmare freddy x reader #nightmare freddy x mother reader #mother reader #x female reader

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madam-kumo · 1 year

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My Dearest Children

Uses feminine descriptions and pronouns

Zhongli x mother reader

Slash!

Rex Lapis's spear sliced through the evil god one last time as he finally goes limp. You can't control the growling you and your son emit as the archon's golden eyes glare in your direction. You hold Alatus closer to your chest as you hold a point a sharpened icicle at Morax. His eyes softened as he slowly walks towards you- his spear disappearing as a sign of peace- and he crouches in front of you two. Your eyes widen in confusion as you continue holding up your weapon cautiously. "I do not wish to hurt you" he holds his hand out and Alatus hisses at him, continuing to clutch at your rags. Rex Lapis's eyes show no harm or anger towards you and you eventually drop your weapon. Alatus, feeling you become less tense, follows you and hides behind you- still carefully watching that tall man.

Your hands shake from the cold snow as you finally lay your clawed hand in Morax's own. He gives you a gentle smile before helping you up. "Wot do you want" You speak in slightly broken English- only ever being able to pick up on certain words from the god that held you and your son in chains. "I want nothing, I only wish to take you two to safety". Safety... the word sounded calming. You think to yourself before wrapping your arms around Alatus and picking him up- he nuzzles into your shoulder in return.

Golden stones started to encapsule Morax before they all shattered to show him in his dragon form. You eyes widened once more as you eyed your icicle just in case. Morax caught onto what you were planning as he lowered his head and gently moved his tail towards you. "Get on, I will bring us to the harbor. It is our safest option" You cautiously got onto his back before letting Alatus sit on your lap.

Morax quickly picked up speed before gliding to the top of a mountain that sat behind the large and bright city of Liyue harbor. He slowly came to a stop before allowing you to get off and him to return to a more mortal looking physique. You blink a few times to get used to the bright lights that lit the night sky as you look down at the bustling city, amazed by the structures and lanterns that you could only imagine viewing. Morax's lips turned upward slightly- amused at your astonishment at his most prized land.

"I'm sure you wish to explore but right now we have other things to worry about". You nod, following him to a stone dining area with tea and some steaming food that made your mouth water. "I asked Ganyu to make some Adeptus Temptation for later but it seems you need it much more than I do" Morax chuckled as he remembered seeing your son eating snow the moment he stepped foot into the battlefield.

After you and Alatus finished every last bit of the food and tea, Alatus letting out happy chirps but quickly pouting once he realized he did it, and Zhongli snapped his fingers. A little girl with blue hair, horns, and a light blue hanfu appeared in mere minutes as she bowed to the archon. "Ganyu, my dear, will you go fetch these two some clothes" Morax said calmly with a gentle smile as Ganyu nodded with a bright smile on her face. She looked behind Morax to see you and Alatus and shyly waves to you two. You tried you best not to come off as too scary to the poor girl as you gave her a happy smile and a wave, lightly tapping your son to do the same. He waved for only a second before hiding back behind you.

Ganyu quickly disappeared before once again showing up with multiple layers of cloth. Zhongli gave you a light teal dress that you recall someone calling a Cheongsam dress and a few other accessories and gave Alatus multiple bits of clothing as well.

Once you and Alatus were dress, Morax stared at you in awe. The cheongsam hugged you body as did the black gloves and your hair was tied up neatly with a teal pin. His eyes gleamed at the sight of your sparkly jade necklace- dragon's always like sparkly things. However, his eyes slightly saddened as he saw all of the battle scars your dress showed off. He knew you probably took pride in them but couldn't help but think about what would've happened if he hadn't taken the evil god down, or archon's forbid, he and Ganyu had been in your shoes.

Speaking of, Ganyu's eyes lit up at the Alatus clothes that were decorated in jade and gorgeous patterns that were similar to yours. Ganyu gracefully stepped over to you before quickly grabbing his hands while sort of bouncing on her feet "Come play with me!". Morax chuckled as his daughter's behavior as Ganyu dragged the smaller boy to play with her wooden dolls. The sight warmed your heart but you weren't entirely sure why. You've always had a soft spot for Alatus and children in general but seeing your son suddenly meeting other children that weren't afraid of him made you heart beat happily out of your chest. A smile slowly cracked on your lips, a smile that Morax would never forget.

"Your hair is all matted, come here!"

You lecture as you sit Xiao in your lap so you can finally brush out his hair. "Mother, I have to go keep watch, I can't be worrying about my hair right now" Xiao wined as you huff before getting the last tangle out of his hair. "There now, don't forget to eat, stay out of trouble, and make sure to visit soon" You recite the rules you have said to him many times and he just sighs but nods in compliance- which you give him a proud smile in return as you wait for him to be out of sight before shutting the sandbearer wooden door.

You sigh, knowing your son will probably come back at scratched and bruised again like last time. "Something troubling you, love?" Zhongli asks as he wraps his arms around your waist. "No, just Xiao being himself again. How's Ganyu been doing?" You question as you rest your head on his shoulder. "She is well, but I just hope she doesn't burn out again" Zhongli kisses your forehead before wrapping his left hand over your own, your sparkly golden rings glimmering in the morning sunlight.

Part 2: Needed Affection

#Zhongli x Reader #Mother reader #Genshin x Reader #Genshin Impact #Morax x reader #Rex lapis x reader

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scar-lie · 1 year

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Captured [Scarlett]

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Summary : You've captured the scene you've never thought you will encounter

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Wife!Mother! Reader

Warning : Angst, Cheating

Word count: 1,180

A/N : Didn't proof read this

No one has permission to repost my work anywhere, if you see it please let me know.

A cold night; you're in the middle of the kitchen, sitting in the stool while sipping your 5th glass of wine, looking down at the bittersweet wine in front of you, you start to trace your middle finger around the mouth of your wine glass

Your mind racing miles away, from thoughts-to thoughts-to-facts and everything, you're so lost in your own mind that you didn't hear the car engine of your wife parked in the garage outside of the cold rainy night but you've got noticed that your wife is home when you heard the front door open and close so you take a sip of your wine

"Y/N?" Scarlett frown seeing the only source of light is in the kitchen and her wife is their sitting in one of the stall with a glass of wine and an half empty bottle of wine, she always-well the past few weeks-she always come home so late that she will come home with all the lights off and her wife is already asleep

"Y/N, why are you still up?" Scarlett put her bag down in the couch, putting her keys in the bowl in the coffee table, taking off her coat, hanging it in the sofa back but you didn't response

"Hey, why aren't you asleep?" Scarlett whisper softly, resting her hands in your shoulder and kiss your head from the back then walk around to the table stool and get herself a glass of water

"How does she taste?" You said coldly while looking at your wine and swirl around the wine glass

"What?" Scarlett frown in confusion, turning around to look at you at the other end of the kitchen in front of you with the glass of water in her hand

"I bet you enjoy your time tonight" you chuckle dryly and take out the picture you captured hours ago, when you decoded to pay your lovely wife a visit, why? - you don't know cause apparently you have so many reason why you visited her- and throw it forward not enough to fall down the table

"The sweet sweet Scarlett, tasting heaven again" you sip your wine while leaning back to the chair your sitting while Scarlett finished the half of glass water then walk to the opposite table you're in with a frown, still confused

"What is this?" then she take the upside down printed photos you take out

"A little affair......." you look at her face to see her reaction while sipping your wine and once Scarlett flip the picture, her blood leave her body instantly, seeing herself and her assistant in her office in the Outset studio, her sitting on her swivel chair while her assistant on top of her, doing the deeds

"Ho-how do you-" you cut her off leaning forward and pour your 6th glass of wine for tonight

"Tell me does she ride you pretty good? is she tight? does she-"Scarlett look at me tring to get a sentence out but I keep walking

"Y/N lis-" I didn't let her get to talk

"Does she sound good? is she rocking your world?-"

"Please Y/N-"

"Does she clench around your dick deliciously? Tell me Mrs. Johansson....How does the sex with her" you look into her eyes with hatred and this make Scarlett speechless

"Go on, since I finally prove that I'm right, why don't you discuss with me your little fun affair with your assistant?" Scarlett bite her lower lip and take a shaky breath while going around and stand besides Y/N

"Baby don't please" Scarlett whisper beg, deep inside her she knows how this will end

"What? come on, share your fun story with your wife" Scarlett put down the picture in front of them upside down, while looking at the side profit of her wife

"No, baby.......I know what you're thinking and....ho-how this will end......I'm begging you baby please...........don-dont' do it......please I'm begging you" Scarlett start to kneel besides Y/N while holding her legs tightly and rest her forehead in her wife's side knee

"Johansson-" Scarlett quickly shook her head no and interrupt you, tears already running down her cheeks

"No please, for our son, please......baby, for the sake of our son...............please I love you, I'm sorry" you gulp your last sip of your wine and stand up, to the other side of the chair and turn your back on your wife

"yeah for the sake of our son......" Scarlett look up at you, hoping you wouldn't leave

"Please baby...please-" you cut her off and she stand, approaching you but got stop with your words

"For Ethan.......I would rather give him a broken family more than lie to his face and pretend that this didn't happened......" you turn around looking deeply on her teary eyes

"I wouldn't raise my boy with full of lies" with that you turn around and proceed to leave the kitchen, leaving your wife crying mess in the middle of the kitchen

"And since you know the drill........me and Ethan wouldn't be here tomorrow morning when you wake up, my lawyer will send you the divorce paper...........if you want to see or have time with your son, give me a text or call before you pick or visit him up" you said when you're in the foot of the stairs

"I'm not gonna take your rights to be his other mother but he will come home to me at the end of the night.........." you make eyes contact to her, her eyes and body language is screaming of plea of you to don't do this, it also shown regret, sadness and guilt in her eyes

But you can't be fooled by that again, never after the countless time you give her a chance to open up to you, to tell you the truth and let you help her but she turn it down and have her ways

"Hope you'll be happy and find your happiness with your new partner" with that you walk up the stairs, going to your 1 year old son to give him a kiss goodnight and go to the guest room to spend the night

You have many things you wanted to say to her, you wanted to let her know how much she hurt you, how you felt and you wanted to punch her until your energy will drain, you wanna take it all out of her in any form, in words, throwing things at her, violence you don't care, you just wanted to take it all out of her so she knows how badly she hurt you, but you know to your self that you can't

Not at least at your state, you're drunk but still in your senses, but the real reason is, you just couldn't see nor let yourself hurt her, the person you love from life and beyond, you couldn't hurt her even tho she hurt you so much

YOU JUST COULDN'T

#scarlett johansson x y/n #scarlett johansson fanfic #scarlett johansson #scarlett x reader #scarlett x y/n #wife reader #mother reader #angst

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mymelodymia · 7 months

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Hey, what's your reaction when Tony gives your child (if it's a son) a mohawk? :)

Or, if it's better for you, imagine yourself as the big sister who saw this before mom came, hehe

Is that a fricking mohawk? Dad!Tony stark x daughter!reader

Summary: the title, I can't 💀

Warnings: none, just tony being stupid again 🤦‍♀️

A/N: s/n is sons name <3

+•°+*°•++•°+*°•++•°+*°•+

You walked into the kitchen expecting for your father, tony, and your son, s/n to be there, but they weren't.

You heard giggling from the bathroom, this couldn't be good. You walked in to see s/n sitting crisscrossed on the counter staring into the mirror. With a Mohawk, and wearing a oversized AC/DC shirt from when you were little. There was also a can of temporary red spray hair dye on the counter, which had been sprayed at the tip of the funky hair do

You leaned on the doorframe, crossing your arms and smiling, tony had one as well, wearing the same AC/DC shirt, with the same red spray hair dye in the tip of the Mohawk.

"Having fun?" You spoke up, them immediately turning around to face you, entirely synchronized.

"Hi mommy!" Your son said smiling from ear to ear. You waved a little at him, turning to tony.

"I can explain-"

"Explain that i left you alone for 5 minutes and this is what you do?" Tony had accepted defeat at this point, sucking his lips in and head downcast, as if he was a puppy that did something wrong (which is entirely true tbh)

"Mommy, look what gampa did!"

"Oh I see what grandpa did" you said picking him up, and setting him down on the floor.

"Ohh, why dont you go show grandma pepper." Tony's eyes widened at this, now he was in trouble.

#tony stark x daughter reader #dad!tony stark #daughter reader #tony stark #tony stark x stark!reader #tony stark x reader #mother reader #Grandpa stark #x reader #marvel mcu

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gejo333 · 9 months

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A Misunderstanding III

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 4

Father Miguel O’Hara x Mother Spider-Woman

Summary: Your relieved that Miguel wants to be Mateo’s father, but after all the drama and heartbreak could your tender heart love what once was?

Sorry for the late update! I haven’t been sleeping well the past few nights and I needed a break from writing. But I made sure to make this chapter a long one!!

There is an 18+ scene at the very end, so if you are uncomfortable skip passed it.

I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

Hope you enjoy!💕💕💕

Wc: 5.1k

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You awoke to the smell of coffee and French toast as you slowly exited from bed. Checking the clock, you look to see the time. You only had 30 minutes to get Mateo to school. Getting clothes on, you rush out your door and see your awake and dressed son sitting at the counter, eating a slice of French toast with syrup and strawberries.

Miguel stood at the stove as he made bacon. Walking into the kitchen, you stand by Miguel, who turns to you, handing you a plate of French toast, bacon, and strawberries. You look up at him with a shy smile before taking the plate.

“Thank you for breakfast. And getting Mateo up and ready.”

“Of course, cariño.” He smiled down at you before going back to the stove. You sit next to Mateo as you kiss him on the head. You notice his face is covered in syrup, so you quickly grab a wet napkin to clean his face and hands up.

You glance at Miguel as you watch his back muscles flex when he moves. You quickly move your gaze from him as he turns off the stove. He places his plate on the counter across from you. Your eyes briefly meet before you look away again, cheeks turning pink as you see him smirk.

Guilt seeps into your stomach as you see him try to remove a crick in his neck. You could have let him stay in bed, but you knew last night would have escalated quickly if you hadn’t sent him to the couch.

“Mamma, why isn’t Papa sleeping in your room?” Mateo’s sudden question made you almost choke on your coffee.

“That’s a good question, papito. Any response, mama?” The grin on Miguel’s face widened as he loved the look on your face when he teased you.

“Why do you ask that, sweetie?” You turn to ask your son as he fiddles with his strawberries with his plastic fork.

“But aren’t mommy and daddy supposed to sleep together? Is Papa not going to stay with us?” Mateo pouted as he looked up at you, his eyes glossed. Your eyes met Miguel’s as you both shared a worried look.

“Of course, I’m staying. Don’t worry about me leaving.” Miguel says as he walks over to lift up Mateo in his arms. His words surprised you at first. But deep down, you were relieved that he wanted to stay. Unless he was only saying that to ease Mateo. Your doubts began to cloud your mind.

“Don’t be sad. You have nothing to worry about, ok, sweetie?” You stand up from your seat and walk over to Miguel and Mateo. You rubbed Mateo’s back to calm him down.

“Does that mean Papa will sleep in the bed now?” You internally groan at the constant questions Mateo is asking. Why was your five-year-old so nosy?

“Yes. He’ll sleep in the bed.” You look up at Miguel as he looks down at you seriously. As if his eyes were hoping your words were true.

“Yay!” Mateo cheered as you chuckled from his cheekiness as you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Now, let’s get you to school.” You say as you grab his backpack, as the three of you head out the door.

Arriving at the front of the doors, Miguel stopped. You turned back to him with a confused glance.

“Aren’t you coming in?” A smile graces your lips. Miguel nods as he follows you into the building. The three of you walk to Mateo’s classroom. You noticed a few moms stare at Miguel, which made your eyes roll.

“Hi, Ms.L/n. Hi Mateo. Are you excited for another day?” Ms. Williams looked at you before glancing at Mateo. Her eyes widen slightly when she notices Miguel still holding Mateo.

“Nice to meet you..?”

“Miguel O’Hara. Mateo’s father.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. O’Hara. I’m Mateo’s teacher Ms. Williams.”

“Alright, papito. It’s time to go to your seat.” Miguel was about to set Mateo on the ground but paused when Mateo clung to his neck tighter.

“What’s going on, bud?” Asked Miguel. You turned to look at the two. Your heart melted at the sight. It was only yesterday that Miguel met Mateo. Still, their relationship was growing so fast, as if Miguel was there the day Mateo was born. Guilt plagued your mind at the reminder that you took the chance away for Miguel to see his son born. To hear his first words, his first steps.

“Will you be there to pick me up with momma?”

“I’ll be here the second the bell rings.” Miguel’s response made Mateo smile as he allowed his father to set him down. Mateo hugged you before going to join his classmates at his assigned table.

Before the two of you left, you made eye contact with a woman who smiled your way as she walked up to you.

“Hi, y/n; I didn’t know you were married.” The woman who walked up to you was a very active parent in Mateo’s class. She’s been spamming your email for a month despite only being day two.

“Hi, Emily. Um, I’m not. This is Mateo’s father.” You smiled at how annoying this woman was. Her eyes went to Miguel as she inconspicuously checked him out, which made you internally scoff.

“I see. I saw you signed Mateo up for soccer. I made a schedule for which parents bring snacks. Will you be able to bring snacks for the team tomorrow?”

“It’s a little last minute to ask, don’t you think?”

“I sent out the schedule last week. You didn’t see it?”

“It must have gotten lost in the other emails you send daily. I’ll make sure to look at it. I’ll bring snacks. See you tomorrow.”

“Ok then. Hope to see you there too.” She brushed her hand against Miguel’s arm. He politely moved from her touch and towards you, which made you grin when Emily looked offended by Miguel’s disinterest.

As the two of you returned to the apartment, you sat on the couch. Those types of moms were so exhausting, to think you thought they only existed in your mommy and me group. Miguel sat down next to you as he rested his arm behind you on the sofa. You couldn’t help yourself from leaning on him. Miguel took the chance to move his arm from the couch and wrap it around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him.

“Un poco celoso, cariño?” Miguel whispered in your ear.

“I’m not jealous!” You turn to face him as you lightly hit his chest, a pout apparent on your lips. Miguel wrapped his arm around your waist to keep you close to him as he gently rubbed your chin with his thumb.

“No need to worry because I’m all yours.” Your eyes connect with his, your face now centimeters apart from his. Your lips gently brush against his, but you pull away, blushing slightly.

“We probably should get to hq.”

“I guess we should.” Miguel lightly sighs. He knows he shouldn’t push you. He knows he needs to be patient to get you back. But your scent alone makes it hard for him not to bend you over the couch and take you from behind.

You walked to your bedroom and opened your top drawer to pull out your suit. After putting it on, you look in the mirror, surprised that you looked just the same 5 years ago. Walking back into the living room, you see Miguel already had his suit on except for his mask as he pressed buttons on his watch to open a portal. He looked back at you with a smirk as he scanned your body.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

“Actually, do you have a day pass?” You ask shyly as you bite your lip slightly embarrassed to not have your watch.

“What happened to your watch?” He said as he handed you a day pass.

“I left it back at HQ. I didn’t think I would ever go back.” Your gaze shifts from his remembering the last time you were at HQ.

“I’ll get you another one. Let’s get going. I can already feel the headache coming from seeing those annoying spiders.” He said as he walked through the portal. A chuckle escaped your throat before following right behind him.

Within seconds you were back at HQ in Miguel’s office. Seeing your surroundings made you freeze in place. The last time you were here was when you ended things with Miguel. A hand was placed on your lower back as you looked up to see a concerned Miguel.

“Last memories of this place weren’t enjoyable.” Miguel caressed your cheek as he guided you to look at him again with a small smile on his face.

“Then just remember the good memories made here.” His comment made your guilty thoughts wash away and replace them with happy ones as you exited his office together.

You were speechless when you walked into the main area. So many more spiders have joined in the last five years. You never would have thought there were so many different variations. Walking through, you saw not only people but animals and even a Lego Spider-Man??? You realized you weren’t the only surprised spider, as anyone who walked by you and Miguel were shocked. Either people who recognized you or newer members who were surprised to see Miguel so close to someone.

“Wow, this place has gotten a lot bigger. It’s amazing.”

“As I began to recruit more, I decided to update and expand,” Miguel said as he led you to the new training center. The training center was spectacular, holding all the state-of-the-line technology.

“We should train here together! I will need the extra help since I’ve been out of the game for so long.” You look at Miguel as you send him a beaming smile. The excitement on your face melted his heart as he gazed at you lovingly.

“Are you thinking of joining spider society again?” Miguel asked you as you noticed his eyes crave you to say yes.

“I-I want to get back to being spider-woman. But in my universe. During all my time as Spiderwoman, my New York has never had major villains. It’s been pretty safe. Just even safer after I started protecting it. Even after I stopped being Spiderwoman, crime rates haven’t risen much in the past five years. I don’t know if Mateo’s parents should be risking their lives on missions.” Miguel was slightly disappointed that you didn’t say yes. But he understood your concerns about Mateo.

You noticed a familiar spider ahead, watching a younger spider train as she rubbed her pregnant belly. As you walked closer, the woman turned around and smiled when she saw you and Miguel.

“Jess, it’s been too long.” You hugged her.

“I’ve missed you, girl. This place hasn’t been the same since you left.”

“And omg, Miguel told me you were expecting! Congratulations! Please let me know if you need anything. Though being pregnant can be hellish most days, I remember the little good things from it.”

“Aww, thanks. But wait, you’ve been pregnant before?” Jess’ face turned surprised as she glanced back and forth between you and Miguel.

“Yeah. I was pregnant when I left Spider Society. But I have an adorable 5-year-old son named Mateo.” You showed Jess the screensaver on your phone, which was of Mateo playing in a park.

“Aww, he’s adorable. He’s the spitting image of both his parents.” Jess smiled at the photo before handing you back your phone.

You see a swinging spider in a white and pink suit practicing. The way she moved across the obstacles reminded you of yourself. Until now, you didn’t realize how much you missed being a spider woman. The white spider lowered herself to the ground before the three of you as she lowered her hood. She was just a kid. Maybe these were one of the annoying teenage spiders that irked Miguel so much.

“How was that, Jess?” Said the girl, breathless but excited.

“Your skills are greatly improving, Gwen.” Said Jess as she patted Gwen on the back. The young girl’s attention went to Miguel before landing on you.

“Hi, my name is Gwen Stacy.” She waved hello to you.

“Y/n l/n. It’s nice to meet you, Gwen. For your age, you’re a very talented spider woman.” Gwen thanked you, her cheeks a faint pink as she brushed some of her hair behind her ear.

“Did Miguel recruit you! We should train together! I would love more advice.” Gwen asked you.

“I’m an old member who is just visiting. But I would love to train again. Especially with new members. When I train with this one, he always goes easy.” You gesture towards Miguel, who just rolls his eyes, smiling at your comment.

“I do it so you don’t get hurt, Hermosa.” Miguel pouts at you.

“I’m only teasing.” Like old times, you get up on your toes and kiss him on the cheek. Everyone was shocked, including you. Miguel smiled at you as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his side, like old times. Jess smiled at the two love birds. She was relieved to see them back together.

“Sorry.” You mumble quietly to Miguel. Miguel lowered himself to your ear and whispered, “Never apologize for doing that. I wouldn’t mind if you did it more too.” His words dusted your cheeks rosy as you smiled back at him before leaving his arms.

“Didn’t think of you as the romantic type, Boss.” Another young spider with a British accent approached. He gestured his hand out towards you and shook your hand. “The name’s Hobie Brown.”

“Did the mission go smoothly?” Asked Miguel, his face turned unemotional.

“It went perfectly! Not a single error.” Hobie said with slight sarcasm evident in his voice. Which made Miguel sigh in frustration.

“Please tell me that someone else did the reports.”

“Pavitr is currently doing it.”

“Good.”

You internally chuckled at the conversation between Miguel and Hobie. Miguel tried to pretend he didn’t care. But you could see right through the tough act. Suddenly a cute red-headed baby dropped into your arms. She looked up at you with smiles and giggles, which made your heart explode from the cuteness.

“And who is this adorable little girl?” You say in a slight baby voice as you hold the baby in your arms. Miguel swooned at the site of you happily holding Mayday.

“If it isn’t the one and only Miguel Tamer. It’s been too long, y/n. Missed seeing you around here.” Peter B. jumped down from the ceiling as he went to hug you. He was about to take Mayday, but she whined to stay in your arms.

“It’s so nice to see you again, Peter! From your new looks, I think I should call you Spider-Dad instead of Spider-Man.” Your joke made Peter and the rest laugh. Even Miguel lightly chuckled when you briefly glanced at him.

“This is Mayday. My spider hearing told me you have a kid too. Welcome to the dad club O’Hara. I’ll buy you a pair of slippers and a robe.” Peter patted Miguel on the back in congratulations.

“No, thank you. I can still dress decently. You’re just being lazy, Parker.” Mayday hopped into Miguel’s arms and started crawling all over him. He caught her in his arms as she giggled up at him. You smiled at the site as you saw Miguel with a small smile. Mayday grabbed a few of your fingers and held them. Even though you have a five-year-old at home, baby fever clouded your thoughts. You did want Mateo to grow up with at least one sibling, unlike you, who was an only child.

“I still find it funny how you’re the only Spider-Man who isn’t funny. We’re supposed to be funny!” Peter caught Mayday as she jumped into her father’s arms.

“I think Miguel is funny in a different way. It’s cute.” You chuckle when Miguel pouts at your comment. But before you knew it, he grabbed you by the waist and shot his web up to the ceiling before swinging across. You clung to his side as it had been long since you flew across the training room. Returning to his original spot on the ceiling, he went upside down with you. He kissed you on the cheek.

“Think I’m funny now, amor?” You playfully hit his chest as he laughs.

“Haha, you’re such a tease.” You say before he sets the two of you back on the ground.

“Aww, young love.” Said Hobie, which earned him a glare from Miguel.

“Jess, would you be able to manage HQ for a week? I’m going to take time off to spend time with my family. I’ll still monitor from afar.”

“Of course. Spend time with y/n and Mateo. Don’t forget about some alone time too.” Jess winked, which made your cheeks go red as Miguel cleared his throat.

“Well, I’ll see you in a week. Reach out if there is an emergency.” Miguel said. You forgot his arms were still wrapped around you as he began to walk and bring you along. His arm around your waist felt like second nature, as if you haven’t been separated for nearly six years.

You waved goodbye to everyone before walking with Miguel to the large terrace, where many spiders relaxed in the fresh air. Going to the ledge, he turned to you as he gestured to you to take his hand. Understanding what he was about to do, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against his side as he jumped off.

Your stomach rising was such a freeing feeling that you had missed. Suddenly shot back up into the sky as Miguel shot his web out. The cold wind blowing against your suit felt amazing as Miguel swung through the skyline.

Finally, building the courage to swing yourself, you shoot out a web alongside Miguel. You had a rocky start, almost slipping before catching yourself again. Your small scare sent Miguel into a slight panic. But he calmed his heart when he saw you almost immediately catch yourself.

It was nice swinging across buildings with him again. It had been so long. Even before the two of you officially began dating. You two would have these peaceful swings when you had free time and knew Miguel needed a break from his workaholic tendencies. As you glided above the streets, you did a trick or two, such as needling through the traffic or hanging by your foot as Miguel sent a deep-hearted chuckle every so often as he gazed at your carefree antics.

Miguel swung closer to you until he could gently grab the web you were hanging from and bring you closer to him, chests grazing each other every time you took a breath. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pushing you against him.

Your heart began to take control of your body. You didn’t ware your mask; you wanted to feel the cool air hitting your rosy cheeks. You gently lifted part of his mask, only revealing up to his nose and showing off his plump lips. Miguel leaned his head down and captured your lips into a sweet kiss. Your lips parted from his as you removed his mask, revealing his honey-brown eyes.

“I’ve missed you so much.” Miguel kissed you one more time.

“I’ve missed you too.”

“Please let me be yours again, mi amor. Let me take you on a date tomorrow night.” You hesitated. Why does it feel so easy? He finds out he’s a father and bonds right away with Mateo, plus he wants you to. Did you really get such good luck? You take a deep breath before you caress his cheek and plant another kiss on his lips as your response. You feel his smile against you, happy you gave him another chance.

Miguel’s watch beeped as Lyla appeared next to him. “It’s time for you to pick up the cute baby boy from school. You two make such adorable babies! You should have another!” Lyla’s forward words made you blush as Miguel lightly glared at Lyla for fooling around and teasing you. He should really update her code. Pressing a few buttons, he opened a portal back into your apartment.

You quickly remove your suits and walk over to Mateo’s school. You walk into the building as you both wait for him to finish and leave his classroom.

“Mama! Papa! Look what I drew!” Mateo came running out of class with other kids, his backpack jiggling behind him. He hugged you before going to hug Miguel as Miguel picked him up in his arms.

“Look at my drawing! I drew you and Papa.” Mateo showed the drawing. Seeing his drawings in the past, you could conjure out the figure of you, Miguel, and Mateo inside a house and all holding hands.

“We are all holding hands because we love each other,” Mateo said as you briefly glanced at Miguel. You looked at him with a loving smile.

“It’s an amazing drawing, papito. We’ll make sure to hang it up in the fridge.” Said Miguel. You walked out of the school and back home to the apartment. As you walked in, Miguel went to the kitchen and helped Mateo put the photo on the fridge next to a few other drawings. You follow behind as you make small healthy snacks for Mateo’s soccer team. You would have just bought something from the store. But you knew some of the very opinionated mothers would throw a fit.

You decided to make miniature empanadas which you knew how to make as they were Miguel’s favorite as he showed you how to make them on one of your cooking dates. You loved those dates with him. Where you went to his or your home and both cooked a dish.

After some time, you took the now-cooked empanadas from the oven. Good thing you made extra because the smell brought Miguel back to the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Those smell amazing, Hermosa.” He kissed your neck before grabbing one. Somehow he wasn’t affected by how hot they were.

“Be careful. I just took them out of the oven.” He kissed your cheek before biting into it. Maybe his superpowers let his tongue not get burned. You internally chuckled at the silly thought.

“It’s delicious.” Miguel hummed in contentment as he took another bite. After they cooled down enough, you took a bite of one. He was right. They were delicious. You put one aside for Mateo as you pack the rest for tomorrow.

“Let me cook dinner since you made the empanadas,” Miguel said as he began to take stuff out to cook.

“But you made breakfast this morning. Let me cook.” You pouted slightly as he ignored the remark.

“Nonsense, amor. You’ve done so much for me already. You gave me Mateo. Making dinner for my family is the least I can do for you.” He kissed your forehead before he went back to chopping vegetables.

You hugged him from behind as you got on your toes and kissed him on the cheek before you grabbed the plate with Mateo’s empanada. You entered his room as he sat on the floor, playing with his legos.

“Hey bud, I made empanadas for your soccer practice tomorrow.” You sit next to him as you place the plastic plate before him. His eyes widened as he quickly dropped his blocks and picked up the delicious pastry.

“Thank you, mama.” He said as he chomped down on the empanada.

“How was school?” You asked him.

“It was fun! Ms. Williams taught us our ABCs and how to count to 20. And then she read us a book about Spiderwoman before we got to play.” He said in between eating. You smiled as you wiped his cheek where there was food.

“Hey Mama, do you love Papa?” His sudden question made your cheeks pink. The door was opened to his room and right next to the kitchen. You knew Miguel could easily hear with his heightened hearing ability. You knew you were going to get teased by Miguel for this later. Swallowing your pride a little, “I do love him.”

“That’s good because I think Papa loves you too.”

“Why do you say that, sweetie?” You knew Miguel still had feelings for you. But you didn’t think he still loved you, especially after how you left him and hid the fact that he had a son for five years.

“He looks at you with a big smile when you’re not looking, and his eyes almost look like hearts.” You knew your son might have exaggerated slightly with the heart eyes. But you knew the rest was true. Little kids really were key observers. Especially your son. He probably got that from his father, who questioned everything like the scientist he was.

Your heartbeat raced as Miguel walked in with a grin on his face. Oh, he definitely heard your conversation.

“Dinner’s almost ready.” Miguel walked in and sat down. His large frame took up some of the room as the two of you began to play with the legos with Mateo as you let your son dictate the game he came up with.

After eating dinner as a family at the dining table, you all went to the living room to watch a family-friendly movie. Mateo lay down on the rug as he drew with his crayons.

You felt a little cold as you quickly went to grab a sweater for you and Mateo. He whined at first, not wanting to put it on. But finally decided to listen as he let you put it on him. You had also grabbed an old sweatshirt that was Miguel’s that you still had and handed it to him.

“If you’re cold.” You say as you sit back on the sofa next to him.

“Gracias.” He said, putting it on. After a few minutes passed by, you still felt cold. Miguel wrapped his arm around your waist as if he knew, pulling you closer to him. Your knees touched his as you rested your head on his shoulder.

You felt lips press to your forehead, which woke you up from your slumber. Sometime during the movie, you fell asleep on his shoulder.

“What time is it?” You yawn.

“Eleven. I put Mateo to bed an hour ago.” Miguel turned off the tv.

“I’m sorry that you waited.”

“Nonsense cariño. Plus, you were so peaceful when you slept. Why would I disturb such a gorgeous site?” You chuckled at his flirty response before a small gasp came from you as he picked you up bridal style and began to carry you to the bedroom.

“Miguel. I can walk myself to the bedroom.” You said. His response was only a kiss on your cheek as he walked into the bedroom and placed you on the bed.

“Miguel?” You said, cheeks turning a dark red as he hovered over you on the bed. He kissed your lips before trailing down from your chin, neck, to your collarbone between your breasts through your shirt.

“I’ve missed you so much, mi corazón. I don’t think I can last another night without touching you.” He lifted your shirt above your gorgeous mounds, his words, as he kissed the tops of each breast. A growl escapes his lips at the bra trapping your breasts. His pointer finger claw extended as he brought it to the middle of your bra, tearing it in half and breaking your breasts free.

“That was a good bra.” You moaned out as Miguel took your right nipple into his mouth and used his other hand to massage your left.

“I’ll take you to go buy a new one.” He mumbled before he continued to pleasure your breasts. His mouth moved to your other nipple to make sure both got attention as his hand snaked down below your pj shorts as he began to stroke your clit.

“Such a naughty girl. Not wearing any panties. Were you wanting me to fuck you tonight, mi amor?”

A moan escaped your lips before you covered your mouth with your hands as Mateo was down the hall. Miguel removed your hand and kissed your wrist.

“Miguel, we have to keep it down.” You managed to say in between moans as he inserted two fingers inside your wet folds.

“Well then, we’ll have to keep it quiet. I’ll have to hear your sweet moans another time.” He quickened his pace with his fingers inside you. A soft groan left your lips as he stopped giving attention to your nipples. But soon replaced with kissing and sucking on your neck as his fangs graze against your skin, sending pleasure through your body. You clench around his fingers as his continued thrusts created a knot in your stomach.

“Soak my fingers so that I can taste you.” He whispered in your ear as he quickened his pace, curling them inside you. You couldn’t hold down a moan as you came from your climax. You whined at the feeling of being empty as he put the fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.

“Don’t worry, mi amor. You’ll be filled again with my cock. He removed your shorts and tossed them on the floor before taking off his sweatpants. His erect cock broke free from its prison, aching to be inside you as you saw precum leaking from the tip.

The tip of his cock grazed your soaking folds as he gently eased the tip into you. A moan left you as he continued to push himself in. A groan escaped his lips as he felt you clench around him despite you being so tight.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been inside your pretty pussy. You’re not going to sleep tonight, Hermosa.” He removes himself except for the tip before-

Your body jolts awake in a slightly sweaty state. You shut your eyes tight as you hold back a moan. Your core was on fire, begging for attention and release.

You mentally swear.

It was another fucking sex dream.

You glance at the large bare chest resting against the headboard. Miguel sat up as he looked at an orange screen in front of him that projected from his watch. Your thighs squeezed against each other as the sunlight perfectly accentuated his muscles. It didn’t help that he was wearing his glasses.

“Buenos días cariño.” His gaze shifted from the screen to you as he turned slightly to face you.

“Good morning.” You managed to get out. He cupped your cheek and gently caressed you with his thumb. Your eyes widen as you see lust cloud his brown eyes as a smirk appears on his lips.

“Did you have a nice dream?”

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Our Baby / Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Part 1 here Part 3 here

Summary: Rafe has a change of heart after seeing his ex and son, his whole world changing.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS daddy Rafe 😉, gentle face fucking, oral (receiving and giving), unprotected vaginal penetration, swearing, fluff, and a bit of aftercare.

Author's note: I'm so glad everyone wanted a part 2, so here it is! This is definitely one of my favourites so far 🥺 hope you enjoy! Liking, commenting, and reblogging allows me to improve and gain feedback on how I'm doing. It is greatly appreciated. I stayed up till 4am to finish this, I was invested in writing I got carried away :D.

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You spent the whole weekend at your parent's house, allowing them to spend time with both you and Hunter. You were expecting to have a quiet weekend with family but were surprised when the next morning came and Rafe asked you to go for breakfast with Hunter. You immediately agreed, wanting Rafe to bond with his son. You wanted your child to have a relationship with his father, even if you couldn't.

You were still in love with him, that was going to take a while to move on from. With time you hoped that your heart would heal and the feelings would fade. You went to a little café nearby, ordering breakfast for you both. Hunter was wide awake, curious about who this person was holding him. You couldn't help but smile as you watched Rafe interact with your son, he seemed a natural with him.

Although he didn't have the best track record when it came to being kind to others, you knew deep down he would be a wonderful father and would love his child unconditionally. Of course, he'd made mistakes in the past but everyone does, and you didn't hold that against him. He had always been kind and sweet to you, of course, you had the odd fight now and again like most couples did and would always be resolved by the end of the day.

Neither of you liked going to bed angry with each other, so you'd always make up and end up having hot make-up sex. Your relationship hadn't been perfect but it was pretty good and you balanced each other out perfectly. You weren't sure anybody would ever be able to top Rafe, he'd ruined you for anyone else.

"What are you thinking about?" Rafe asked with a smile as Hunter fell asleep peacefully in Rafe's arms, handing him back so that you could put him in his pram to sleep. You grab your son and tucked him in, "nothing really, I was thinking about what time to leave tomorrow." you lied, not wanting to know you were thinking about him.

He looked at you with a look you couldn't decipher, "hmm... you'll have to give me your house address so I can come by and see you guys." He smiled, seeming to push away his thoughts. You nodded, "sure. I'll text it to you later. Feel free to come by whenever." you weren't expecting him to come by much in all honesty, he enjoyed his drinking and partying too much.

"So how come you had a change of heart and came to my parent's house yesterday?" you questioned, taking a sip from your drink. "Something just clicked, I already felt terrible about how I handled that day but just couldn't figure out what to say to you. I am sorry for how I acted, you deserved better than that. But I'm here now and I want to be a part of Hunter's life, I've already missed so much." he explained thoughtfully, a look of regret flashing across his face.

You smiled gratefully, "I appreciate you apologising, thank you for that. Of course, I want you to be a part of his life. He deserves to have both parents in his life." Rafe looked relieved and happy at this, seemingly worried you would deny him seeing his son. You wouldn't do that to him, you wondered how often he would come by to see Hunter though.

Oh how you'd been wrong, Rafe ended up coming by four times a week for the past four weeks to spend time with Hunter. You thought he would come by every now and again but not as much as he was, not that you were complaining. Hunter would recognise and be happy to see Rafe if he kept this up regularly, the thought made you smile.

You were grateful that he was putting in the effort, your son having both parents around was extremely important to you. You quickly came to see how much Rafe had fallen in love with your little one, bonding with him quickly. Rafe adored the fact that he looked like a miniature version of himself, already talking about putting him in matching outfits.

During the first week, two days after having breakfast that first morning, Rafe dropped by (with your approval of course). He had brought a stuffed bear teddy as a present for him, Hunter immediately smiled and screamed in excitement. This made you both giggle at your son, enjoying his excitement. During the second week, Rafe wanted to go start going out for family days together, to do fun activities and bond more.

You took Hunter to the beach, to introduce him to sand and to get him used to being in busy crowds of people. Hunter ended up attempting to eat the sand so you had to move him onto your lap securely. During the third week, ended up staying for three nights to help you care for Hunter whilst you were a bit unwell. It luckily last long, only about four days but Rafe refused to leave you on your own. You had been so thankful and able to catch up on some needed sleep.

Hunter had started to get somewhat into a routine, before long you'd be able to start getting more sleep in the nights. The nights were the toughest, being on your own with a newborn and breastfeeding was hard and tiring but you wouldn't change it for the world. Sarah had popped over to see how you were doing on one of the days you were sick and was surprised to see Rafe there.

Sarah regularly popped over and met up with you to see both you and the baby, she adored her nephew. She had grilled you for an hour straight for details of how your relationship was, whilst Rafe put Hunter down for his afternoon nap. During week four, the weather was amazing, so you decided to have a lazy pool day. Rafe came over with swim shorts and a change of clothes for after, excited to see you both.

You put on a cute yellow bikini with your hair in a messy bun, you'd lost a little bit of baby weight but still had a little bit left over. You were comfortable in your skin, knowing Rafe wouldn't be judgemental of the extra weight, you knew he'd be understanding that it wasn't a miracle to lose it all straight away. Rafe had always made you beautiful no matter what you looked like, dressed up with make-up or first thing in the morning or on days you looks really unwell.

You stepped into the pool with Hunter in hand, a little bucket hat on his head and waterproof sunscreen to protect him. You looked up in time to see Rafe walk out in his blue swim trunks, abs on full display. "Fuck." you whispered to yourself, unable to tear your eyes away as you walked over to the ladder, not wanting to scare or splash Hunter by jumping in.

You quickly looked away as Rafe stepped into the pool and made his way over. Hunter happily smacked his arms and legs around in the water, you made sure to keep him above the water a decent amount. Rafe lightly tickled his sides, causing Hunter to squeal happily. You smiled at the two, feeling extremely blessed and lucky. The love you had for your son was immense, you never knew you could love someone so deeply with your whole being.

And you knew Rafe felt the same, just the way he stared at your son with a wide smile and played with him, you knew he felt the same. You could feel Rafe staring at you intensely, you looked up at him with a smile, "what's up?" you asked curiously. He shook his head with a smile, "nothing. I'm just admiring your beauty, you are an amazing mother." you instantly felt tears prick at your eyes and your cheeks burn red.

In the current, you had just taken a hot shower whilst Rafe put your son down for the night. It was around 7pm, which was his usual bedtime. You showered in the guest bedroom whilst Rafe put Hunter to bed in his cot in your bedroom. You were honestly so grateful for the help, being able to eat properly, get some sleep and shower because of Rafe's continuously regular help. You walked out of the bathroom in your towel, your pyjamas on the bed ready where you'd left them.

You stood in front of the bed and released the towel from your body, letting it fall to the floor. You'd already dried your body, you towel-dried your damp hair and let that drop to the floor also. You were just about to get dressed when the door suddenly opened, "hey he's finally do-" Rafe stopped, you span around quickly with wide eyes. You gasped, quickly grabbing your towel from the floor.

Rafe's eyes stared at you the whole time, trailing up and down. "Rafe!" You lightly called, careful not to be too loud. His eyes shamelessly trailed up slowly, finally meeting your eyes. He placed the baby monitor on the desk by the door, the light indicating it was on. One moment he was by the door, the next he was kissing you passionately and pushing you down on the bed.

Your towel was on the floor, your naked body on full display for him. You moaned into his mouth, pulling him closer to you. You yanked his shirt up, wanting it off of him. He pulled back to remove his shirt, your hands immediately went to his shorts and pulled them down along with his boxers. "Fuck, are you sure?" he breathily questioned, he was already rock hard. You leaned forward and grabbed his cock, and licked the head, "does that answer your question?" you looked up at him through your eyelashes and bit your lip.

He nodded, seeming unable to answer you with your hand slowly pumping him. You took him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head and traced the vein on the underside. Slowly bobbing your head up and down, you set a comfortable pace as quiet moans escaped Rafe. He stared down at you as he collected your hair into his fist and gently fucked your mouth, you moaned in agreement and looked up at him.

You watched as his mouth opened, watching in amazement as you sucked his cock perfectly. You still knew exactly how to please and tease him, nobody compared to you. His head went back in pleasure as you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked hard, a quiet "ahh" escaping him.

"Lie back, baby," Rafe ordered softly, stopping his delicious assault on your mouth. You instantly obeyed and lay back on the mattress, your damp hair fanning out around your head. Rafe pulled you by your thighs to the edge of the bed, his body knelt on the carpeted ground. He softly kissed your stomach, slowly making his way up and down each thigh. You moaned breathily as his mouth latched onto your clit, your hands fisting the duvet beside you.

Your back arched as he licked a long line with his tongue up your slit, sucking your clit as he reached the top. He gently added a finger, pumping in and out slowly while he sucked on your clit. You grabbed the hair on his head and pulled, a groan leaving him as you did so. He quickly added a second finger, a cry almost leaving your mouth as he did so.

His pace quickened, your walls clenching as you felt your orgasm build, the knot forming in your stomach. "Fuck!" you moaned quietly, your hips moving of their own accord. "Come for me, baby," Rafe mumbled against your core, attaching his lips to your clit again. That was all it took for your release to hit you, you covered your mouth to stop yourself from moaning too loudly. Rafe made his way on top of you once you were finished, easily lifting you and scooting you up the bed.

Rafe positioned himself at your entrance, his lips attaching to yours. You tasted yourself on him, moaning as his tongue entered. You both moaned as Rafe entered you, he began slowly thrusting in and out. He grabbed your hands and put them above you, interlacing his fingers with yours. Rafe placed his forehead on yours, staring deeply into your eyes, "I love you." he breathily moaned.

"Fuck, I love you too." You cried out softly, wrapping your legs around his waist. Rafe placed his head in the crook of your neck, kissing the area. You pressed your mouth against his shoulder, biting the area to keep your quiet. Rafe picked his pace a little, the only sound being loud mixed breathing and light skin slapping together. You could feel yourself get close, the knot forming once again.

You whimpered as your walls clenched around him as he began fucking you harder and faster, "shit. I'm close, come for me, baby." Rafe groaned, kissing you passionately. You moaned into his mouth as you came hard, this one was stronger than the first. The feeling intensified as Rafe came with a breathy groan, riding you both through your highs.

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Rafe pulled out and made his way to the bathroom to get you a washcloth to clean you, he returned quickly and cleaned you up without complaint. "That was amazing" Rafe smiled as he helped you up, pecking your lips. You smiled and nodded in agreement. You both got dressed and made your way into your bedroom, snuggling into bed whilst Hunter stayed soundly asleep in his cot.

You and Rafe faced one another, "so does this mean we are back together?" Rafe asked with a smile. You smiled in return, "only if you want to." he pulled you in for a gentle kiss, the kiss holding more meaning and feeling. "Of course I do, I never should have let you go in the first place." You nodded, "then we're back together." a huge smile forming on his face. Now everything was the way it should be, you had never been happier. Your family was complete.

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