#rina sleepy baby

[secretadmirer29]

(AI Enhanced)

[gigisdoll]

Cw: stepcest, reader's a lil dumb , mommy kink... I mean come on gang, degradation nd praise, reader is described as small gang, nicknames like pup,baby,princess,puppy,goodgirl ambot, infidelity, groping, breeding

Pairings: g!p step mom!rina x stepdaughter! reader

Notes: hai wsg , ok see you guys in three weeks

You were always her little girl, once Karina married into your small and quiet family, she set down strict rules your father never posed a distaste to. You never did either, always following her commands, no matter no ridiculous it sounded.

Tonight, you wanted to learn about big girl things! Why sometimes you feel icky in your princess parts when mommy sometimes rubs her thigh in your sensitive spot, or why you feel so wet down there whenever she'd call you cute nicknames like: baby, puppy, good girl. You stood there, in your cute, pink, night gown Karina bought you just last week. Standing there, in her room, you stayed silent, your big doe eyes and small stature felt too fragile for Karina to corrupt. "Mommy... I need your help" your small voice only slightly startled the sleeping woman, her sleepy eyes looking at you confused, "Baby, what is it now? " Karina's voice was raspy, her hands rubbing her blurry eyes trying to get a better look at you. "I-I..., " you felt so embarrassed, blush spreading across your cheeks "I wanna learn about why I feel so icky down there sometimes mommy, can... you help me?" You hid yourself in your hands, your flushed face felt so hot.

"Baby, don't be so embarrassed, it's only natural, " Karina sighed. Has she been waiting for this? Maybe, is she excited? Possibly, has she been dreaming of this moment? Yes. "Come, baby, sit. " she patted an empty spot on her bed, you shuffled yourself onto the bed, grasping your thighs with your clamped fists and looking down at the ground. "When do you feel icky, hm? Is it when I do this? " her hand slipped up your night gown so quickly you couldn't even process it, until her hand cupped your already wet panties "Hah! Mommy, what're you doin'? " you muttered out "Or maybe when I do this? " her free hand groped your chest, "B-both mommy! Why are you doing this? " you whimper out, looking at Karina with curiosity lacing your voice "Because, I need to know everything about you, don't hide anything from me, okay?, " her hands swiftly pick you up and sat you down onto her lap "you don't wanna be a bad girl right? " you shook your head so vigorously it made you dizzy.

Her hands roamed your body, testing and examining your sensitivity, experimenting how hard or soft she could go on you, which places made you moan the loudest or whine the most. "You like that, baby? " her voice was raspy, her head was snug on the crook of your neck, intoxicated by the smell of you. You bucked your hips forward, the wet spot on your panties was growing larger and larger by the second, your desperate humps on her thigh were laughably pitiful "Wan' more mommy.. " you were almost crying because of your neediness "More of what princess? Tell me, use your words. " her hands help your hips rub your cunt against her wet thighs, her cock was painfully hard, but she never took notice, only noticing your teary eyes, your small whimpers, the way you bite your lip so slightly incase your moans get too loud. God, she was so happy to be your first, and if she can, your last. "I feel weird, mommy. I need... something, but I don't know what.. " Karina knew what you needed, it was her, well.. her cock atleast, she smirked arrogantly, she was gonna ruin you for every person who's lucky enough to put their cock in you. She was gonna make sure your pussy was gonna be shaped like her dick.

"I know what you need, princess. " your eyes light up, you knew mommy would help you out, like always :3 "Look you see this? " she pointed at her bulge, poking out of her evening gown, she lifted up her dress "Yes mommy... I- is this what I need? " she only nodded, her thumb hooks itself on the hem of her panties, removing it—her cock sprung up, her pre-cum splattering on your face "You need'a suck it, real good, yeah? And then, you put it up your lil cunny, understood? " you once again nod, kneeling on the floor, you stick your tongue out to lick the tip of Karina's cock, you open your mouth slightly bigger, the girth of her tip alone was huge, how was it supposed to fit inside you? "Suck, baby, take as much of it as you can, don't worry, I'll help. " her hand grips your hair, pushing your head farther and farther,till you had just a quarter of her cock left to engulf in your mouth "c'mon baby, you can take more, can't you? " Karina lifts your chin up, looking at you—pouting. You felt bad for not being able to take her dick in your mouth all the way in, but your eyes were so teary and your throat was starting to hurt that you could barely fit in oxygen :((

You come up for air, gasping, crying and whining sooo much. It almost made Rina just shove you back down and make you suck her off. "Shh.. Shh, my poor baby, can't suck me off, right?" Karina pet your hair and consoled you. "Get up, princess..." You slowly got up from the ground, still wincing from your sore throat. "Lie down, and take off your panties, yeah? Promise, this won't hurt as much.. If you're wet enough that is" you lie down on the bed, taking off your soaked panties, Karina looked at your beautifully wet cunt in amazement. "God.. You're perfect in every way, princess.." She stroked her cock till it was hard as a rock. She took her hand and slapped her cock on your slick pussy, "It'll hurt at first baby, but it'll be a'okay.." Her tip probes your entrance, she pushes it in as gently as possible. It was so hard to control herself. The warmth and wetness of your pussy combined with your tightness—god, she felt dizzy.

"Wan' more mommy.." You whine, but Karina needed more, so she pushed in further, and further until you were filled to the brim of her cock, "You want me to move, pup?" You only nod, the only sensation you can feel was the feeling of her tip poking your cervix, her hips move slowly, meeting yours as your sweaty skin slapped together. You moaned, whimpered, whined, every sound coming out of your mouth only drove Karina more insane, her mind hazy with sex. Her hips move on their own, pounding into you as her mouth hangs agape.

Your face was flushed, saliva drooling down to your titties. Your pussy tightening around her cock so easily as you grip down on your bed sheets, hoping—wishing for something to ground you. "Like that cock, baby? Want me to go faster, hm?" You nod profusely as her hips meet yours faster. Her groans increase as she digs her dick deeper inside of you "g-gonna get you pregnant, princess... You like that? Having yo- fuck- hah-.. Your mommy's babies? Huh?" The sweat on her forehead dripped down as her head tilted down on your neck, biting it. That was your last straw as the knot in your stomach releases and the pressure... God the tightness, it increased even more.

Karina lets out the loudest moan she ever has as she fills you up "O-oh.. God I love that pussy, baby.. You like me filling you up? Is the icky feeling gone, pup?" You panted and whimper, still amazed by the feeling of being full. "Can't think right puppy? I get it.. I'll clean you up, baby. Don't tell your father, okay? Promise me you won't" "I won't mommy.. " Karina chuckles and pets your hair "Good girl."

[9toji]

Can u do make up seggx please (and with a wholesome aftercare with a lot of apologizing) 😭😭😭 with either toji nanami megumi getooo !!! <33 ty

I really love ur works btw 💗

A UNIQUE FORM OF SORRIES + toji, geto

tags ; nsfw, mean doms turned soft, they're so sorry for mistreating you, toji's position is mating press, while geto's is missionary, cockwarming (toji), mentions of wanting a child (toji), tons of sweet words thrown and aftercare is sweet, not fuck but making love, sweet kinda segsy time

rina's comments ; OFC ANON <3 thamks so much for the kind words!! i hope u likey likey this!! ill make a part 2 for nanamin and megumin

toji

he was such a big meanie earlier that day, avoiding you because he was in a pensive mood. almost screamed at you but after seein' you almost cry, he goes soft and he says sorry.. by fucking you

“let me make you feel better, sweet thing.” he groans, his huge figure was hovering over you. cock buried deep, stretching you out with ease as he bottomed out. toji's tongue was lapping up your neck, “ 'm sorry, feels good.. huh?” he chuckles after hearing you whine out, one of his hands was placed under your head so that two of you stared at each other while he pounded into you.

toji rarely treated you with this much softness n care so you buried your head in the crook of his neck, blushing. he notices this and makes you look at him, gentle fingers squeezing your cheeks so you two can maintain eye contact, “wanna see your face when i make ya feel good baby, forgive me, hm?” he coos, smiling at the way you purse your lips, “you know ya love me.”

his thrusts aren't what you're used to, they're slow and sensual, making sure to hit those sweet spots just right that it makes you go dumb and dizzy for him, he cradles you in his arms with care till both of you reach your high, toji doesn't pull out though. he has his dick lay inside you, softening as the base gets coated with your cum.

you giggle into his warm and bear-like embrace, watching him kiss your body all over. from your cheeks to your shoulders, to your wrists and palms. “love all of this, you're the only one f'me.. gonna have my babies soon, don't get so mad baby. still need to marry you and make you have my babies, okay?”

geto

you two had a major disagreement that lasted weeks, geto avoided you like the plague and gave you the silent treatment. but not until he saw you sobbing, his heart aching for you so he places a warm kiss, that ends up in something more

“missed you baby, there you are.” he breathes, kissing your nose as he thrusts into you. geto's hands were on either side of you, and your legs were dangling off his forearms. geto groans every time you pull on his locks, and he fakes a sad expression when you mumble, “hate you suguru.” “but i love you more.”

your eyes droop and he taps your cheeks, “watch me make love to you baby, see how much i missed lovin' you. so so sorry, what else can i do for my baby, hm?” he asks softly, brushing off the sweaty strands of hair that covered your face. geto definitely felt bad, n you could tell by the way he talks to you.

normally, he would hiss and spit of how much of a whore you were; prompting you to bend over. but now, he was staring into your eyes, nodding everytime you showed signs of pleasure, “like it baby? mm, yeah.”suguru grins, watching you twitch after you reach your high, pulling out and asking politely if you could sit on his lap, rubbing warm circles on your back as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, “i love you, so much. nothin's gonna pull us apart.” suguru swears, kissing your forehead.

he keeps whispering into your ear, making you feel a little sleepy. his eyes soften at the sight and he kisses you once more before he hugs you tight, “love you baby.” he mumbles, falling asleep alongside you.

[yourstrqly]

home's where you are, firmino

pairing: bobby firmino x fem!reader

warning: fluff, pregnant reader

author's note: kinds depressed that Bobby's leaving Liverpool so here's a cute imagine !

rina's masterlist

bobby couldn't explain how greatful he was in this moment; his body was buzzing with happiness at times like this — you laying besides him, holding his hand which rested contentedly on your swollen stomach and joão, his baby boy, sleeping on his naked chest.

the Brazilian had been there for every part of your pregnancy, treating you like a princess and protecting you from all kinds of stress as much as he possibly could. The family of three would be one of four in just under two weeks and he enjoyed those sleepy days with his favourite people — he knew that as soon as the baby was born that this wouldn't happen as often but that was absolutely chill with him.

So, this was a treat of some sorts, peace and love swinging in the air, and bobby wished for it to never end.

Overnight, your floral nightie exposed your left shoulder and breast, urging him to kiss your soft skin. A few strands of hair had escaped your protective headscarf — gently he brushed them out of your face before kissing you on your neck. His lips trailed upwards, pressing a chaste kiss against your slightly dry mouth while his right arm secured his son.

The light touches woke you up; lashes fluttering open, eyes immediately locking into his, those big brown eyes you had fallen in love.

A small grin grew on your lips as you looked at the man and your bundle of joy; you couldn't wait to hold your second child.

"He's beautiful, ain't he?", you quietly asked, hand patting the babies back. "Got those stunning eyes from his papi."

Bobby laughed silently, agreeing with everything you said. João was truly the perfect mix of the both of you. "He's going to break some hearts when he's growing up."

"As long as it isn't mine, meu lindo, as long as it isn't mine..."

The pair of you focused on the baby, watching him breathe in and out, contently sucking on his thumb. You hadn't expected to fall in love two years ago with anyone nor having a baby and one on its way with the man of your dreams. Bobby wasn't the man y/n younger self had in mind, however older you knew that she broke the lottery with the charming Brazilian footballer. He was one of a kind.

João slowly opened his eyes, smiling at his parents — and just after a few seconds he started to babble with his papi. You only followed the interaction; heart melting at its spot from the way the father-son duo argued about silly things.

Your eyes drift over to a kid sized liverpool kit with the number nine printed on; it had been a gift of the squad. If your son wasn't going to follow his Father's footsteps, your unborn daughter would — both were active kids for sure. Next to the kit stood a pair of football shoes, a gift from the skip and his wife, and some other football related articles Bobby's teammates, coaches and work friends gifted you. Your kids were going to be absolute daddy's kids, and you won't complain.

The giggling of your boys brought you back to reality — you were surrounded with warmth and comfort, and you decided that home wasn't a building but where your man and kids were.

[acebytaemin]

Hi! Hope this doesn't take too much of your time! 😅

3, 5, 13, 18, 23, 29, 30.

oh don’t be silly you of all people would know how much i love to talk 🥰 however this IS proving to be a much larger scale endeavour than i expected bc i did get a lot (or way more than i expected!) which i love so much but i am kinda sleepy atp and so apologies if it’s not as wordy or eloquent as it may have been otherwise!

3: A song that reminds you of summertime

already said view by shinee and that’s definitely theeee summer song to me but let’s add i’m on fire by bruce springsteen and i honestly couldn’t tell you why bc it’s literally not even a summer song i just associate it with summer sooo much like you’re home alone after a bonfire and you can’t even fall asleep with how hot it is but you’re not sure if it’s from the summer heat or the intensity of your desire. SO summer to me ❤️‍🔥

5: A song that needs to be played LOUD

like it by shinee!!! my number one song on 2023 wrapped and one that i will play SO loud it busts my ear drums and love it each time. i need that instrumental and those gorgeous angelic adlibs IN my headdddd it’s SO fucking GOOOOOD

13: One of your favorite 80’s songs

i said raspberry beret in an earlier ask and i wanna add another song i coincidentally also listened to today - pour some sugar on me by def leppard ! so good btw when they say they can’t get enough they’re not lying

18:A song from the year that you were born

i actually had to look this one up and got so pleasantly surprised when i saw fantasy by mariah carey!! 🦋💓 one of my fav mariah songs heheee

23: A song that you think everybody should listen to

adding on to the already mentioned freedom by beyoncé and eat your young by hozier i actually don’t think everybody should listen bc it will for sure make me lose my mind and start crying if i’m not in the right headspace so tread carefully but i also think it’s such a beautiful piece of lgbt art - send my love to john by rina sawayama about her friend’s formerly unaccepting mother finally accepting her son being gay. ik there’s a happy ending to the story but it’s so bittersweet in how it shapes you and your relationship to those around you but let me not get too into it! an absolutely gorgeous moving listen imo.

29: A song that you remember from your childhood

i remember so very little from my childhood jdksjdk but one of the first songs i remember listening to on the tv and asking my dad to replay over & over again was buttons by pussycat dolls i mean go figure! i was already 10 years old at that point but the only things i remember from before that are like croatian kids songs shdkdjdk

30: A song that reminds you of yourself

after the beep by tanerélle.. SO me literally every word but i shan’t get into it. let me just say it’s especially the ‘i can’t wait around baby not me’ part .. ouh she gets it

[bewilderedbunny]

sallllly hiiii it’s gabby :) if you still want to do ships, i’d love one :) i’m 5’2ish? my body is… soft :) i’ve got curly brown hair in a shag cut now, brown eyes, pale as hell, lots of piercings (some on my ears, nose, septum and nips hehe) like 8 tattoos including sleeping baby snoopy, a jurassic park tattoo and a tramp stamp that says memento mori lol my style is pretty chill, lots of long skirts, band tees, doc martens or beat up sneakers very 90s esque-y i’d say? i loooove statement earrings :) i spend too much money on skincare and shower products lol hm i’d say i can be pretty snarky but i’m really sensitive lol i work an 8-5 office job but in my free time i like rotting in bed, trying new foods/restaurants, going to concerts, going to movies, reading, playing video games, going on walks and coloring!! i have a lil vinyl collection :) my fav artists atm are turnstile, weyes blood, rina sawayama :) some of my fav movies are little miss sunshine, jurassic park (duh) and scream (honorable mention for interstellar). hmmm i’m a gemini and infp and i’d say my love language is gift giving or acts of service. okay that’s all i got lol mwah mwah tysm 🩷🫡

Gabby!!!! My baby love 🥹💗 I'm so glad you sent this in. You are the cutest person ever and your sleepy baby snoopy tattoo is SO PRECIOUS !!

All aboard! 🚢

I'm struggling to pick between Steve and Robin for you. I feel like both of them need a sweet, fun, soft person like you in their lives :)

Maybe they both start working at your office job (because they have to work together. It's non-negotiable. Y'know that episode of it's always sunny in philadelphia where Mac and Charlie apply for one job using the same resume? That's literally them)

Anywhoooo. You're so chill and your style sets you apart! Both of them are drawn to you. Robin sends you the dorkiest messages on Teams because she's too nervous to talk to you in person. You bond over music pretty quickly and her messages make your day 🥹 she sends you music recommendations and throws in a few love songs, desperately hoping you take the hint.

Steve flirts with you in the lunch room 🤭 he starts off asking about your piercings and tattoos. If you felt comfortable telling him about your nipple piercings, he'd lose his fucking mind. And when you show him your Jurassic Park tattoo, he does the worst impression of a dilophosaurus you've ever heard in your life. And that butt in a pair of khakis? It's like he wants you to bend him over the lunch table and show him who's boss.

Anyway, there you go my sweet lil Gemini angel. Two idiots who would adore you 🥰 just like you deserve!

[amaranthprincess21]

A Tale Worthy of a Novel: Chapter 1

Fandom: Genshin Impact Pairing: Kamisato Ayato/Reader Rating: Mature AO3 Tags: background Ayaka/Lumine, fuck canon Kazuha has sisters now, she/her pronouns for the reader, Family Drama, Marriage Proposal Fic summary: Being a writer, it's easy to get sucked into the worlds you create. But that's all they are in the end: fantasy worlds and scenarios that you can escape whenever you please. When you marry Kamisato Ayato, it feels as if the lines blur between reality and fiction. And as time goes on, that line gets more and more faint as things you once considered the truth are exposed as lies.

And as Rina looked down the cliff, she realized that the waves and rocks below cracked the shackles that kept her bound to horror. The monster was no more, sinking beneath the waves. She could breathe; the fresh sea air cleansed her lungs. It was over. 

There was a shaky kind of excitement that came with finishing a novel, especially one that had been serialized for the past two years. It was similar to that feeling of being too little sleepy, that jitteriness that tells you you’ve made a mistake. But this wasn’t a stomach-sinking, icky feeling. Your heart was soaring and it felt as if a weight had been taken off your shoulders. This should be the last edit of your novel. And then it would be completed. And before the deadline, too! Well, four hours before the deadline. Still, better than nothing! You quickly shoved the manuscript into your satchel and made for the door.

The Outsuka Manor seemed to be in a tizzy, lately. It felt like more servants were around, which you guessed made sense. It was a pretty nerve-wracking time for the household. You hurried down the stairs, careful to avoid any servants or your… you weren’t sure what to call them, but the elder Lord and Lady Outsuka, the parents of your sister’s husband. You gave them a polite greeting before heading for the door.

“I thought I heard you. Where are you going?” So close. You turned around, seeing your sister stride out of her husband’s study. Surprisingly, there wasn’t a servant there to help her walk. After all, everyone was doting and waiting on her every whim because she was pregnant. And they were just letting her walk? On her own? The nerve. 

“I’m going into the city for some dango milk,” you lied. “Do you want me to bring you back some?” 

“No thanks. Ugh, the thought of it makes me sick,” she said, gagging. It could be the pregnancy, but okay, you wanted to say, but didn’t. Her husband, Lord Outsuka Tsutomo, came out to join you two. He carried a pouch that jingled heavily. 

“You’re heading into town?” he asked. You nodded.

“Yes, sir.” 

“Thank goodness. I was going to send a servant to do this, but given you’re already heading into the city…” He handed the pouch over to you; it was heavy and you stashed it into your satchel, careful not to reveal the manuscript inside. “You need new houmongi. Go to Ogura’s and commission her for at least two.” Homongi? You had one, but given you never accompanied your sister or her husband on their visits to other estates, you never really wore it. Perhaps they wanted you to be more involved in clan affairs?

“Uh… Yeah. Yeah, I can go to Ogura’s. I’ll try and be back before dark, but who knows?” you told them. 

“I’m sorry I can’t go with you, but you know, baby, and all of that,” Big Sister said with a laugh.

“No, don’t worry about it,” you reassured her. Thank goodness she was pregnant and couldn’t go on long trips. How you’d escape to visit the publishing house with her in tow, you didn’t know. You slipped your shoes on and hurried towards Inazuma City. After all, your manuscript wasn’t going to turn itself in.

Hanamizaka was quiet that day. The weather was nice as always. But perhaps it was still early enough in the morning that everyone was still rousing from their beds and getting ready for the day. Hajime was already at work at the blacksmith’s, and you gave him a polite greeting as you passed. You didn’t really know him, but your families were connected, and etiquette and all of that. 

At the very end of the district was Yae Publishing House. No one seemed to be around, so you let yourself inside. One or two editors were already in, but none of them yours. They sat at their desks, chatting with Lady Guuji herself. She was a more frequent figure at work than one would suspect. Although she was the head of the Grand Narukami Shrine, she still visited the publishing house every morning. Their eyes turned to you as you entered. 

“Sorry to interrupt. I have my final draft for Shigeru,” you told him. “I’ll go ahead and put it on his de–”

“Not so fast.” In a blink of an eye, Lady Yae was in front of you, taking your manuscript out of your hands. “Let's take a look," she said, flipping through the manuscript. You stood there, watching her face as she read through the manuscript. Time crawled to a halt as you stood there, watching her read. Was she being slow on purpose? The only sense of time you had were her little nods, the occasional flipping of paper, and the quiet conversation the other editors started up. What if she didn't like it? What if you had to go back yet again and rewrite something? This chapter had been through so many revisions already that you weren't sure you could have a new version done before the next publication date.

"I see," Lady Yae finally said after a tense silence. Or perhaps it was only tense for you. "It's quite good. I'll go ahead and mark it ready for publishing." Your heart leaped out of its chest.

"Thank you, Lady Guuji." You tried not to sound too relieved. Who knew how'd she take that?

"It feels like just yesterday you signed with us, although I suppose it's been a few years now," she commented.

"It has. But I suppose these books took longer to finish than I thought they would," you commented. Shortly after your older brother had taken control of your family and promptly left the country, you'd gotten signed with Yae Publishing House. That'd been three-ish years ago. Maybe getting close to four.

"So, do you have any ideas for your next work?" she asked.

"No, not yet. I was thinking of taking a break for a couple months while I try to figure something out," you told her.

"A break? Well, I do suppose you've been working constantly since signing. Have you thought of taking commissions?" Commissions?

"Um, no I haven't. I've been too busy with the duology to even think about taking on other writing projects." She said nothing, and spurred by the silence, you continued. "Is. Uh. Has the publishing house been asked to write something?"

"No, not officially. I've been thinking of commissioning one of our writers for another serialized piece for a newer publication we'll be starting in a month, but the person I was thinking of is going to be taking a break." The edge in her voice was enough to make you flinch.

 "Well, if I don't have to think of the main premise, I suppose I could take it on," you told her. Her mood brightened immediately.

"Wonderful! Come, let's talk in my office. I don't think this is something you'd want to discuss publicly." I've made a mistake is the first thought you have as you follow her into the small building, into the loft office she had above the printing press room. It was a small space, but it didn't need to be large. It wasn't like she was here 24/7.

"So, what would the premise be?" you asked her, sitting down in the chair opposite hers.

"Has anyone told you about the new publication?" You shook your head. "That's Life has been taking off and as such, some of the other women in the office and myself are thinking of creating a bi-monthly magazine for older women. I have reporters and columnists lined up, but I would like a fiction section in each issue," she explained.

"The premise for our first serial is simple. Our heroine is sold to a prominent bard by her parents, who are strapped for cash. The story would involve the heroine coming into the bard's inner circle and falling in love with him."

"I... So, it's a romance? Just to clarify," you added hurriedly.

"Yes, although I think the better term for it is a ‘bodice ripper.’ They’re all the rage in Mondstadt currently. I recognized the premise may seem a bit outlandish, but I know it’ll do well. Especially if you’re helming the project," she told you. A bodice ripper? Oh no. Oh no no no no no. You only knew two things about the genre: lots of romance and even more sex.

"Lady Guuji, I'm very honored that I'm your first choice for this serial, but truthfully, I don't think I'm the right person for this," you began, and she immediately cut you off.

"So you think my judgment is off?"

"No! No, not at all!" you squeaked. 

“Then I look forward to seeing your outline and first chapter in two weeks.” There was no arguing with her or turning this down. There was a weight on your body as you nodded and bid her farewell. How on earth were you going to write this? Maybe you could get away with not writing a lot of sex scenes. That would take care of one problem. But romance? As the main focus? Every step you took towards Ogura’s Textiles, it was as if your heart was sinking further and further into the ground. 

“Oh, good morning, Miss Outsuka!” Ogura Mio greeted you cheerfully. It wasn’t worth it to correct her. You lived with your sister and her husband; for all the commoners knew, they had adopted you into her husband’s clan. It hurt, but it felt silly to correct anyone.

“Good morning, Miss Ogura. I’ve come to commission two houmongi.”

“Go ahead and pick some fabric and we can get to work.” Choosing was certainly going to be a difficult choice. There were always so many beautiful fabrics in Ogura’s. Just picking one seemed rather impossible. You looked along the racks, eyeing the various bolts. Part of you wanted to ask for prices and pick on that. But you knew if you did, not only would it be humiliating, Big Sister would be furious. It was lucky she got married before your clan completely fell from grace; she married wealthy and got to spoil herself. It was a miracle she was able to secure a good marriage, all things considered. 

There were footsteps and a flash of blue and red caught your eye. Although you wouldn't call yourself friends, you knew the girl who just walked into Ogura Textiles. Her silvery hair was pulled into a ponytail and she was accompanied by a tall man with strawberry blond hair. Lady Kamisato was someone you knew, but you'd never spent much time with her. Her family had much higher status than yours. And besides, both your brother-in-law's family and your family (before yours had dissolved) had served under hers.

Lady Kamisato looked over to you and a sweet smile spread across her face as she gave a small wave. 

“Lady Kamisato, Thoma, good morning,” you said politely.

“Good morning, Miss Outsuka,” she said. She didn’t know better. “A fine morning to go shopping, isn’t it?”

“It is.” What could you say? Would it look bad for your sister's family if you said the wrong thing? But would it be worse if you said nothing? “It’s awfully early for you, isn’t it? Your estate is quite far.”

“It’s true, I had to wake up earlier to be here. But it’s fun to go out and about so early, don’t you think?” You didn’t want to give her the honest answer.

“It is.” There was a beat, you two smiling politely at each other, panic in both of your eyes as you ran out of topics to discuss. “Um, what brings you here?” Shopping, obviously. What were you even saying?! 

“Oh, Thoma’s favorite yukata caught fire and he needs a new one,” she said with a shrug, as if that was a normal occurrence. “How about yourself?”

“Big Sister wants me to get some new houmongi,” you told her. 

“Is she out shopping too?”

“No. She’s expecting, and her husband and the servants are keeping her home as much as possible.” Lady Kamisato’s face lit up.

“How wonderful! Congratulations on the addition to your family,” she said with a wide smile.

“Thank you. She’s not very far along, but they’re being cautious,” you said.

“I can imagine. Pregnancy is a rather scary time in someone’s life,” she replied. “I… Oh my, I’m so sorry. I didn’t–”

“Oh no, it’s fine,” you replied just as fast, trying to make sure she didn’t feel as if she imposed. “It happened years ago. It doesn’t hurt. I’m sure my sister will fare better than our mother did, anyways.”

“R-right.” She cleared her throat and turned the bolts of fabrics. “Are there any you’re fond of?” She was… helping? Sure, you knew her, but this was the most you two had ever spoken to each other. During formal functions when you were younger, you and your brother mostly stuck together. Talking to Lady Kamisato wasn’t something you did. But, as odd as it felt, you needed to roll with it lest you embarrass your sister’s family.

“I’m fond of all of them. It’s a problem,” you sighed. Lady Kamisato nodded and stepped closer to the fabrics, surveying them all. She glanced at you, and then pulled a bolt out. 

“These colors would suit you well,” she told you. The fabric was a beautiful ombre in the colors of the sunset. Hydrangeas just as beautiful, outlined in golden thread, seemed to float in the sky that was the fabric. It was incredibly beautiful, but was this fancy enough? Or would it be considered gaudy? You couldn’t remember the kinds of houmongi Big Sister had when she was cou–

“Is it not your style?” Lady Kamisato’s voice jolted you. You looked over to her, seeing her trying to gauge your expression and there was the faintest look of disappointment on her face.

“No! No, not at all. That’s not it. I’m sorry, I spaced out for a moment,” you hurriedly replied. “I’m just trying to think if it would get my sister and brother-in-law’s approval.”

“I see.” Lady Kamisato nodded.

“Lady Outsuka likes hydrangeas, doesn’t she? If I remember right, the last time she visited the Kamisato Estate, her kimono had hydrangeas on it.” You jumped a little as Thoma spoke up, still going through the premade kimonos. 

“Now that you mention it, I think it did,” Lady Kamisato murmured, tapping her finger on her cheek in thought. “Surely she would approve of a similar design?”

“She does like them.” Lady Kamisato seemed so fond of the fabric. Well, you needed two, right? You could get one in this fabric. ”I think she would be okay with me getting a houmongi with this fabric. That just leaves one more.” Lady Kamisato’s smile rivaled the sun’s brightness as she went back to searching through the bolts, letting you hold the first one she’d picked out. She was awfully pretty when she smiled like that. There was an energy about her that seemed positively infectious as well. You couldn’t help but grin. She sharply turned to the wall of fabrics and pulled out another bolt. 

“Perhaps this one would do?” she suggested. It wasn’t as vibrant as her other suggestion. This one was a pastel ombre with elegant gold and silver embroidery of birds and a flower you didn’t know the name of. It was much more of a mature vibe, but perhaps that’s what you needed? It vaguely reminded you of something your brother-in-law’s mother wore once, albeit hers was more ornate. Again, she looked so excited, you couldn’t bear the idea of letting her down.

“I think this is the one. I can’t thank you enough for your help, Lady Kamisato,” you told her, and she smiled sweetly at you.

“I’m so glad I was able to help,” she replied, still radiating that pure, joyful energy. For a moment, you wondered why you’d never bothered to speak to her before. 

Ogura Mio said the new houmongi would be done in a week, and sure enough, a week had passed and you got word they were ready for you to pick up. It was fairly early in the morning and before your brother-in-law got to work. While it wasn’t a rule, you always told him or your sister if you were leaving the house. But as you approached his study, there were the faint strains of a conversation. 

“... Kanade, I don’t think you should get your hopes up,” you heard your brother-in-law say. 

“What, are you saying she’s not marriage material?!” Your blood froze over as you realized the topic of their conversation: you.

“No, that’s not what I’m–” he sighed. “I mean I don’t think you should assume she’s going to get the best possible suitors, considering… Her family situation.”

“She’s an Outsuka now. She has been since we took her in.” Was that really your sister?! Her voice was ice cold and had an edge sharp enough to put a knife to shame. 

“You know she’s not officially a member of the family,” he said gently, but Big Sister scoffed.

“Tsutomo, she. Is. An. Outsuka,” she spat out. “We are going to get her married, and married well. And soon.” 

“I don’t think she even considers herself an Outsuka since we never truly adopted her,” he pointed out. “She’s still very much a–”

“She absolutely is NOT,” your sister spat. “Either way, the sooner she’s married, the sooner she’ll have a proper family name and not have to dwell on the past.” Every word they said added a stone on your heart, tearing at the fragile skin and pushing it further and further down into your stomach. One more stone and you were sure your heart would fall to the floor. You turned away quickly, bursting through the front doors and plowing into the courtyard.

You were not an Outsuka. Why was Kanade always like this?! Insisting you were a member of a family that you most certainly were not. Tsutomo was nice, but he and his family made it all too clear you were not one of them. You were your sister’s family. Not theirs. To Big Sister, it was as if your real family was somehow a dirty secret, something meant for you to forget. But you couldn’t. You wouldn’t. They had been the ones supporting you, who loved you. Even if they were no longer around.

The sakura tree in the courtyard weeped petals. It felt fitting to the mood. Sitting underneath the tree, you were showered in the soft pink petals. Even they seemed to have weight, your shoulders seemingly sagging as you sat there. No. You needed to leave. You needed to get out. You needed to go on to Ogura’s to pick up your houmongi. Without telling them. If only your brother was still in the country; you could stay with him for a while. 

Standing up, you brushed the petals off of yourself and started the short walk to the gate. But as you got closer, you heard the sound of a horse neighing and then human footsteps drawing nearer. A guest? This early? You stopped for a moment, confused. Lord Outsuka did get visitors, but not usually this early in the morning. Was something wrong? Was something important happening?

A figure appeared at the gate: tall, immaculately dressed. He had a smile similar to his sister’s, yet there was something about it that was… off. Off in a way you couldn’t quite put your finger on. But still, he was handsome and pleasant to look at. 

“Ah, Lady Kaedehara, good morning,” Kamisato Ayato, the head of the Yashiro Commission, greeted you with a gentle smile.

He got my name right.

[lovelyplayground]

I followed you, helping Rina and the baby get settled in the car but just before I shut Itsuki’s door, he started crying, real tears. I opened the door and took him out for a second, then rubbed his back as I talked to him, he must have just been sleepy. “I’ll see you in a few days, bud, is that okay?”

I leaned over and kissed his little head. “It’s okay angel, we’ll see you very soon.” I looked over at you once he calmed down a bit and pat your arm. “It’s okay now.”

[flowertboyz]

scenarios masterlist

lee sangyeon

Baby Boy ~ angst, fluff, pregnant!reader

telling Sangyeon you’re pregnant with Soohyun

Baby No.2 ~ slight angst, fluff, pregnant!reader

Sangyeon using Soohyun to apologise after a fight, resulting in telling Sangyeon you’re pregnant with Saerom

Birthday Surprise ~ fluff

Sangyeon forgets your birthday, but is sure to make up for it the next day

jacob bae

Still Our Baby ~ fluff, slight angst

when Luca gets jealous of how much time you spend with his new little sister, Bailey

Our Son ~ fluff, pregnant!reader

you and Jacob meeting your son, Luca, for the first time

kim younghoon

Back Home ~ slight angst, fluff

Eunji coming home after having a fight with her husband

Positive ~ fluff, pregnant!reader

you and Younghoon finding out you’re pregnant with your first child, Eunji

lee hyunjae

Our Future ~ fluff, pregnant!reader

you and Hyunjae having a conversation about the future of your growing family, starting with your unborn baby Hansol

Mama ~ fluff

Hyunjae looking after Hansol for a whole day without you

Attention ~ fluff, slight angst, pregnant!reader

Hansol gets jealous of his little brother and sister

Loving ~ fluff, pregnant!reader

Hyunjae showing affection in front of the kids

lee juyeon

Two ~ fluff, pregnant!reader

finding out you and Juyeon are having twins

Stop It ~ slight angst, fluff, pregnant!reader

Joon and Yoon stopping you and Juyeon fighting

Lunch Time ~ fluff, pregnant!reader

Joon and Yoon being jealous over your’s and Bora’s lunch

kevin moon

Little Sister ~ fluff

Faith meeting her new baby sister, Delilah, for the first time

Movie Night ~ angst, fluff

Kevin and Faith cheer you up after your dad’s funeral

3AM Dinner Time ~ fluff

being woken up at 3am due to Delilah being hungry and Faith being just like her dad

Positive ~ slight angst, fluff, pregnant!reader

finding out & telling Kevin that you’re pregnant with your first child, Faith

choi chanhee

Long Night ~ fluff

Donghyuck refusing to go to bed, but Chanhee comes home from work and helps you out

ji changmin

Running ~ fluff

Changming not being there for Minjoon’s first steps

ju haknyeon

Fool ~ fluff, pregnant!reader

just Haknyeon being a fool for you and his unborn daughter

kim sunwoo

Goo Wonsik ~ fluff

Rina bringing home her first boyfriend

Cool ~ fluff

Haon showing off his new peircings to the whole family

Tired ~ angst

Haon defending you when you and Sunwoo fight

Surprise ~ angst, pregnant!reader

after having an argument, you and Sunwoo have a miscarriage scare while pregnant with Rina

Rap ~ fluff, slight angst

Rina brings up her dream to be an idol during dinner time

Couples Tattoos ~ fluff

Hyunwoo practises his tattooing skills on you and Sunwoo

eric sohn

Ice-Breaking ~ angst, fluff

Eric taking Violet ice skating for the first time, but it doesn’t end well...

Tiny ~ fluff

Eric holding Violet in his arms for the first time

Sweet Dreams ~ fluff

Eric coming home to you and Violet on one particularly sleepy night

[secretadmirer29]

(AI Enhanced)

[yanbaere]

Can we have ur list of kins?? Bc idk how but I went like forever without even knowing u kin anyone. Also how long have u and ur baby been together? Are u gonna get married?

oh I have so many kins I’m sorry if it’s too much!

Riamu Yumemi (The IdolMaster)

Yuno Gasai (Future Diary)

Madoka Kaname (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Chae Yul/Yuri (Secret Alliance)

Zero two (Darling in the Franxx)

Sakura Kinomoto (Sakura Cardcaptor)

Chibiusa (Sailor Moon)

Princess Peach (Nintendo)

Mew ichigo (Tokyo Mew Mew)

Chiaki Nanami (Danganronpa)

Cyan Hijirikawa (Show by Rock!)

Anna Nishikinomiya (Shimoneta)

D.va (Overwatch)

Giffany (Gravity Falls)

Yuu Mizuno (Sanrio)

Rika Kawai (Wonder Egg Priority)

Mikan Tsumiki (Danganronpa)

Sakurada Miwako (Paradise Kiss)

Krul Tepes (Owari no Seraph)

Skitty (Pokemon)

Sylveon (Pokemon)

Shuuna (Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken)

Luka Megurine (Vocaloid)

Bijou (Hamtaro)

Aoi Mukuo (you and me and her)

Nui Harime (Kill La Kill)

Moa (Show by Rock!)

Tsuji Santa (Sweet Meats)

Kugisaki Nobara (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Hilda Valentine (Fire Emblem)

Furret (Pokemon)

Niko Niyama (Kiznaiver)

Kudryavka Noumi (Little Busters!)

Yui Hirasawa (K-on!)

Amy rose (Sonic)

Fuyuko Mayuzumi (The IdolMaster)

Nodoka Hanadera (precure)

Yerenica Lebovny (Seduce the villain’s father)

Stocking Anarchy (Panty and Stocking)

Spinel (Steven Universe)

Popee (Popee The Performer)

Kotoko Utsugi (Ultra Despair Girls)

Ilulu (Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid)

Misha (Pita-ten)

Bethlehem (Code vein)

Morgiana (Magi)

Nonon Jakuzure (Kill la kill)

Rina Tennoji (Love live)

Shinobu Inuyose (D4dj)

Miyu Sakurada (D4dj)

Saki Tenma (Project sekai)

Nemu Sanjou (Mahou shoujo ikusei keikaku)

Mayu Sakuma (The IdolMaster)

Sachi Komine (Grisaia no Kajitsu)

Momona (Jewelpet)

Keke Tang (Love Live!)

Shin Sato (The IdolMaster)

Rikka Takanashi (Chuunibyou Demo Koi Ga Shitai!)

Maromi (Paranoia Agent)

My Melody (Sanrio)

Fluttershy (My Little Pony)

Shouko Nishimiya (A Silent Voice)

Kokomi Sangonomiya (Genshin Impact)

Aya Maruyama (BanG Dream!)

Violet Evergarden (Violet Evergarden)

Miyuki Takara (Lucky☆Star)

Draculaura (Monster High)

Rangiku Matsumoto (Bleach)

Mitsuri Kanroji (Kimetsu no Yaiba)

Cubey (The Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle)

Haruka Hani (Six Hearts Princess)

🌸

Feel free to check out my #kin tag if you want!

My dear and I have been together for a long time! It’s almost been 4 years so I would say it’s a very long time!

My biggest wish is to get married soon but we’re both still studying and we have dreams of our own, as long as we’re together I don’t mind not being married but they know is one of my biggest dreams so hopefully we’ll do it when we’re both a little bit older!

Thank you for your ask! 🌸

[elysicndrcvm]

━♡ guess the 23 YEAR OLD FEBRUARY baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because CHU EUNHA is just as BEDAZZLING as the month of FEBRUARY. wait, why do they remind me of JACOB BAE? beyond that, they seemed JOYOUS and SAVVY upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of DELICATE and QUIXOTIC though. i hope they get acquainted here in COMPLEX 1 / APARTMENT 0215 / FLOOR 3 ; HE seem(s) to have a lot going on with HIS job as a PATISSERIE OWNER/NUTRITIONAL SCIENCE STUDENT. ( ez, 21, she/they, gmt. )

     well hey there !! im ez but you fellow dallyeogers can call me ezzy, i have been in dallyeog before so some may remember me as having someone v different to my new bb i bring u now, i joined before with miss tam carmen !! anygays i return with this lil angel who i am all ‘ i say that’s my baby and i’m proud ’ over already even tho i literally came up with him like two days ago. you can find his pinboard here ( which btw i fuckeN love like he’s so aesthetic to me u go king ) and i made him a lil playlist which u can vibe to here. you can learn more about him under the cut but he’s a super soft-hearted gentle dove of a muse and quite...simple for me ?? sdhdh that’s not the right wording but U GET IT djjflg he isn’t super full of angst or trauma he’s just kinda viBIN livin his best life so that’s fun !! but ye without further ado: 

so as u kno from his app he owns a patisserie, it’s his lil babey and he is very dedicated to his craft and makin sure all his ideas for the place and the baked goods he sells are like rlly quirky and avant-garde. like he is so passionate about it u dont even KNOW, he tries to make sure most of the stuff on his menu is something like fun and new u wouldn’t get at just any old patisserie or cafe and that it’s super varied and also kinda aesthetic af? the place is very like trendy. it’s called patisserie d’elysian cause ya know he’s an extra biTCHH and proud.

he has three pupperino’s. all as adorable as each other, snickerdoodle is his golden lab and often ppl shorten it down to snickers, butterscotch is his dapple daschund pup, shortens the name to scotchie often. toulouse is his fancy toy poodle boi, shortens the name down as toto. if u are on the shortened name basis with his pups then u can consider urself one of his close pals. 

he’s actually adopted by his aunt but she raised him like she was his mother so that is what he considers her, she’s on his mother’s side but they are half-siblings. in terms of first name reasoning as well she just liked eunha as a name and didn’t even think about how it is traditionally for a female, she liked that it meant gift from heaven so it stuck. his father is still around, he’s just quite elderly so it felt like a better living situation for him to be raised primarily by his auntie. unfortunately his mother has passed on but no tragic story, she just went peacefully in old age. 

he dyes his hair quite often, it’s currently like a really pastel blue with black streaks consistently throughout like lil ones so it looks super cool. but he’s also had it be a more electric blue, lilac, and a duck egg kinda faded silvery blue. it’s naturally dark brunette. has brown eyes kind of a hazel hue. 

his style is kinda androgynous ig?? he just lives for soft retro fashion, lots of color in his wardrobe but also lots of tapered short and t-shirt fits frequented, sweater vests, rolled up jeans, high skater boi socks, soft jumpers with shirts, shirts in bright colours or satiny texture worn over plain white t-shirts, cardigans, pastel denim jackets, jeans with printed patterns on like clouds, flowers etc, favors yellow and blues. sometimes does eye makeup, occasionally wears heels bc he’s a baddie or super heeled boots/chunky shoes. 

obsessed with music, can play violin and guitar. he’s a big mitski and rina sawayama fanatic, likes anything that sounds peaceful or calming or has like a good fun vibe to it. also likes the trademark gay icons like carly rae jepsen, lorde, etc. he’s not ashamed. obsessed with mamma mia movies. but also likes rap which is rlly funny cause its like the bad bitch female rappers only and like he’ll listen to it while arranging his sock drawer or making his bed or something ajdjdj it’s like hype anthems for being a baddie and a hoe and he’s just doing his night sleepy routine adkfkf. 

showers, blankets, music, baked goods especially bagels are his happy places. 

very much a sensitive lil romanticist, falls in ‘love’ like five times a day, he just likes to giggle and smile around pretty people and admire the artwork hnghdh, he’s like yeARNS though ya know?? like he’s all i will flirt by making prolonged eye contact, i made you a playlist, this song makes me think of you etc. it’s either memes as flirting with him or elaborate love letters u never know what ur gonna get akdkd. 

awful sense of humour, loves his friends more than anything on earth except his pups, would fully live in a huge house of just like his pups and all his closest buds for all eternity. likes fruits way too much, enjoys puns about fruits way too much. milkshakes, sushi, orange hues and bus rides are some of his absolute favorite simple pleasures of life. clouds, flowers, salt lamps, the sunrise over the sea, skateboarding, fresh soda, teddy bears, busy street markets, parasols, fish tanks with exotic fish, sorbet, bike riding, polaroids, record players, rain at night against floor to ceiling windows with a fresh steaming pot of tea on the desk beside it and warm fresh sheets from the laundry on his bed, ponds, skateboarding. all little joys in life that give him like the biggest pleasure dopamine hit in the world. 

his cousin actually owns a florists so he has flowers just littering his apartment like a lot and it just looks like he has ten million suitors from the late eighteenth century attempting to court him but no all these flowers are from him to him or worse from his aunt djfjg she sends him some for valentines every valentines, pls help him, pls send him flowers. 

studies nutritional science and he fucken hates it. do not ask him shit cause he doesn’t KNOW OKAY? he doesn’t understand it either. he took it because he needed something to go alongside the passion for baking that was a real ‘qualification’/job so that is the only reason he’s doing it. no point doing a baking degree after all when he’s already a baker with a business, he’s super young still he gotta keep his prospects open. so YAH. he’d rather be doing culinary arts but eh. nutritional science sounded better and more logic based. the real miracle is he still gets top grades all the time even tho he spends his life like wtf am i even doing is this even legit akdkdk. school is the worst thing in the world for him watch his mood instantly deflate the second its brought up. 

despite being a quixotic, he’s a lil afraid of intimacy. like oh god does he love it, those small touches and acts of affection u kno? the subtle things that normally go unnoticed, eye contact, brushing of hands, linking of little fingers, rubbing a thumb, kissing eyelids or foreheads or palms or shoulders in little gentle pecks, back massages and rubs or finger tracing patterns absent-minded, shoulder massages, laying your head on someone’s shoulder or on their lap, knocking knees together, exchanging a small glance only the two of you get before bursting into laughter, smiling into kisses, napping together, having blankets placed over you warm and fresh, or towels put ready like it, someone making you something they know you like a lot. that’s his sHIT. but like he’s terrified still, someone skimming their fingers on his skin makes his breath hitch like he’s a scandalized and alarmingly aroused victorian woman sjdjd. he’s literally still a virgin, he hasn’t even had his first kiss okay my baby is delicate be gentle with him akdkd but he still LIKES PASSION AIGHT kfkf. 

real soft spoken, honey tinted voice like i shit u not this boy talks like he’s an angel sent from heavens above to guide you to the paradisaical garden of eden or some shit akdkd. ur gonna fall in love with eunha’s voice before u even fall in love with any other part of him like his adorable beaming smile or stunning eyes akdkf. 

has dance parties around his room when getting ready in the morning, listens to bella’s lullaby unironically yes from twilight yes u heard right, bit of a himbo streak sometimes in his obliviousness djfjf. quite silently subtly funny actually much like jacob himself. 

he is gay, afraid of driving, cannot do math, blanks out often and he is valid for all of those things. has a collection of cartoon and disney animal movie dvds. has a dream notebook. always has blue painted nails in some kinda shade. 

does not enjoy turning in assignments bc he is scared he’ll fail, avoids looking at his grades for weeks after they’re released and hates knowing that they’re out. 

cannot dance, dances often. collects vintage stuff esp clothes and mostly sweaters. likes midnight trips to corner stores and fields where he can just lay and look at the stars. makes friends rlly easily but has super bad performance anxiety. cannot ever have a messy room like even the tiniest bit messy. even like clothes being stacked on a chair instead of away. 

bakes peanut butter, banana and choc chip muffins (they r called monkey bites normally) whenever he’s super stressed. if u want to cheer him up when he’s anxious or stressed then u should give him french lavender honey, chia seeds and caramelized pear on toast/bagel. it is his comfort food. he fancii when he needs a pick me up. treat urself and all that. 

[jjba-hell]

Unforgiven

Alright, here it is- my debut! I tried to model this as close to canon but doing research post-writing proved me wrong. I didn’t think I’d be able to adjust my writing accordingly so I’m sticking with what I did.

Prompt chosen: Backstory

Some trigger warnings before we get into it: Canon typical violence, death, grief, suicide (if you squint). I mean if you know Risotto’s backstory you know it’s pretty harsh. If I missed some, let me know- I’m new.

Tagging @risottoneroo​ because I thirst for their Risotto content.

2,3 K words (yikes, I know)

They had done everything for him in the ambulance. Or at least that was what Risotto had seen. It was a hit and run- damn bastard. Maybe the driver was so drunk out of his mind that he didn’t even care. Regardless it was Risotto who was kneeling beside his cousin’s body in the street to try and stop the bleeding while fumbling with his phone to call for an ambulance.

Risotto sat bouncing his leg in the emergency room as his cousin was going under the knife in an attempt at retrieving his life from the accident. The seconds on the clock above the receptionists’ desk didn’t even seem to move. Risotto had almost had the idea that the lack of movement was because the clock was broken. Until the seconds hand painfully lurched forward to sit in a new spot.

Go take off that shit right now.” His father hissed beside him.

The comment dragged him back to his surroundings and the other people waiting alongside him- his uncle, who seemed just as caught up with staring at the door they had rolled his son through and Risotto’s own father who was much too aware of the prying eyes that surrounded them and more specifically poised on Risotto’s appearance.

Risotto turned back to watching the seconds tick by, deeming the onlookers unimportant. But not even another second passed before his father hissed out another “Dante!” with much more anger.

Thinking back on his father Risotto doesn’t remember much of the man other than the similarities he held with Risotto at his current age. He knew he was going to be tall- his years of being a lanky teenager being a pretty good indicator but the bulk his father carried from his days in the army and at the family business only started making themselves known later in Risotto’s own life. He wasn’t quite going to let him get to him that easy.

“Luciano is fighting for his life on the operating table and all you can think of is what I look like? To other people?”

His father disapproved of the punk phase Risotto had gone through. In fact- he hid it from his father. It was his and his cousin’s secret life, one that had all at once been exposed and scrutinized on this night.

Risotto’s father squared his jaw before standing up, grabbing hold of the lapel of his son’s jacket- moving towards the restrooms.

“Maybe if you didn’t look like such a menace, people would feel some remorse for running you over.” He grumbled ober his shoulder at Risotto on their way there. He shoved him into the rest room and gave one more stern order.

“Take this shit off, Dante.”

Then disappeared back to the waiting room.

Risotto started by taking off his snake bites, looking himself in the mirror and wondering if they were thinking the same thing about Luciano in the operating room. Would they feel less remorse if they saw the metal in Luciano’s eyebrow, or his ear? Would they half-ass helping him pull through back to life if they saw him like his father saw Risotto?

He pocketed the piercings from his face and some of the wrist bands before turning his Metallica T-shirt inside out. He threw his jacket over his shoulder and was about to head out when the reality seemed to hit so much harder.

They had just come from a concert; it was why he was dressed up like the punk his father hated seeing. He and Luciano were just two teenagers taking a smoke under the lamppost three blocks away from home- thinking it would give them enough space to air out the smell of cigarettes before walking through their front doors.

Risotto lurched forward over the sink and couldn’t even bring anything up, just gagging up bile as his stomach convulsed.

This can’t be real. This can’t be real. This- I’m gonna wake up. It’s just a bad dream.

He splashed his face with the cold water from the tap and took hold of some paper towels to wipe off the experimental eyeliner.

When he walked back to the waiting room, he just wanted to disappear- away from the waiting eyes. He wanted- no, NEEDED- to be there for his cousin, even if it was just to hear them say “he’s pulled through” but his father’s words had planted a thought in his head that made him feel ashamed to even exist. He was stripped of all dignity, all that he felt comfortable in and he just wished he didn’t have to be seen anymore.

He sat down beside his father again, going back to bouncing his leg to watch the seconds sluggishly drag on until the doctor came through the doors.

Luciano’s father rose, frantically asking if his son had made it.

When the doctor started with the words, “Mr Armani, I’m sorry to say but your son-“ Risotto simply knew. From the way his heart felt like it was breaking down his chest to crash land at his heels.

His head felt heavy, dropping between his hands. Now, more than ever he didn’t want to be see- wanted to be at home shutting the door to his room to deal with all the grief he felt in his heart. But all he had was the privacy of his own hands.

Life moved around him for the next few hours, just walking and doing as he was told. He had gotten home and Rina- Risotto’s stepmother at the time- seemed to take pity on him, guiding him to his room where he just sat on the bed and stared at the wall in front of him.

This phase stretched well beyond the first few hours, moving towards days of not getting out of bed until Rina came to ease him out of bed with breakfast or into the bathroom to try and restore some kind of normalcy but it hurt. It hurt so much. This helplessness only lasted three days of course.

Eventually he was getting sick of being babied so he got up himself, leaving the house early in the morning for a jog around the block and then sitting in front of the kitchen counter for breakfast before either one of his parents could even bother getting up. He was gone the second they opened their bedroom door anyway- throwing his bag over his shoulder to wherever he could run to. Usually he just ended up waiting ungodly hours in the alleyways for the bus to take him to school.

“Hey, freak! Where’s your cousin?” A particular assholes asked as Risotto took a drag of his cigarette. Risotto gave a single glance his way before returning his gaze back to the cars running up and down the street.

A hand yanked him backwards by his shoulder and stole the cigarette from his hand.

“I’m talking to you, dumb ass! What? Can’t hear me from up there you freak?”

Risotto took one look at the guy, picked him up by his shoulders and slammed him against the wall- watching as he slid down the wall and crumbled into himself.

Risotto was about to spit more vitriol at him but instead gave a quick kick to the kid’s gut and walking out of the alley, holding back beating the shit out of the guy for the fear of being snitched on.

A different hand shot from around the corner of the alley, making Risotto stop at the edge of the alley and the walkway. The hand belonged to a strange sight in the middle of suburban Italy at 7 in the morning. Dressed in a well-tailored navy suit, a man only a head shorter than Risotto stopped him. “Not gonna finish the job, properly?”

He meant the dumbass in the alley. Risotto only shook his head as he moved past the hand that was holding him back- not even bothering to look at the guy that had stopped him.

He was about to cross the street to wait on the other side but the stranger called back. “It’s a shame what happened to your cousin.”

Risotto stood still in his tracks. “You do my know shit.”

“Don’t I? Luciano Armani died at the hospital Sunday morning after being being hit by drunk driver- you were the one that called the ambulance, Dante.”

Risotto knew his father and his uncle valued their privacy surrounding the situation- so he couldn’t help but be annoyed by the fact that this guy knew too much.

“What do you want?” Risotto asked over his shoulder-figuring this guy was some sleepy local reporter.

“Nothing really, not yet. But uhh-“ the man stuck out a business card with his name and number on it- nothing more. “Don’t be shy to call me when things go south for you.”

The thought suddenly struck him- mafioso. Sleezy bastard was probably trying to get him to do his dirty work for him- Luciano’s killer probably owed a debt to these guys.

Risotto took the card and surveyed the simple print. “What if I called the cops on you?”

The guy laughed. “Smart kid, but I’m afraid that would simply put more of your family members in their graves.”

And with a simple turn the guy disappeared down the street. Risotto pocketed the card, perhaps out of stupidity, perhaps out of curiosity but one thing was for sure.

He didn’t quite regret keeping it.

Rina had kept him in the loop in terms of what was going on with Luciano’s case as time went on. The police had caught the bastard that killed him and was currently constructing a case against him. For a moment, just a fraction of a moment, Risotto felt hopeful that perhaps there would be some justice for his cousin.

But it was overshadowed by the grief he felt as he helped clean up Luciano’s room, a few doors down from his parents’ house.

It was strange- the Armani brothers ran a business together but could never afford more than the two good homes in a good-ish neighborhood. The butchery was known for supplying most restaurants but butchers didn’t make that much money.

Risotto and his aunt were tasked with clearing up Luciano’s room which dragged all the memories of his cousin back to the forefront of his mind. Recalling the family dinners the two of them would duck out of for the sake of not having to babysit the younger cousins- in favor of an underground rock concert or just to play in the arcade nearby. Luciano did always have that one arcade token stuck in his back pocket he forgot to use, eventually turning into a “lucky” coin the two of them would jokingly hide in each other’s jacket pockets for whatever stupid reason.

Risotto found said token in one of the jean’s that he was folding up. He held Luciano’s passport a few hours later- feeling his stomach convulse at the sight of his birth date. 16. Luciano Armani was 16. Not even sure what he was going to do for the rest of his life- now it was a life he would never live.

Risotto never had siblings- his mother had passed shortly after his birth, he never even knew what a mother was. The closest thing to a mother he had was Luciano’s- his aunt. His father and uncle were more concerned with the butchery to care. Not much had changed on that front.

But a better brother than Luciano didn’t exist.

That was how Risotto knew him- the brother he’d turn to whenever his father would get aggressive after a few rounds of rum. The brother he went to when his father remarried. Even if Luciano couldn’t give him any solid advice, the distraction of going out and getting up to shit together was enough to overcome the isolation of his pain.

Tiredly, Risotto was sent back home by his grieving aunt. He didn’t even recall if the room was packed up completely.

It was the night before the funeral service and in the hot summer night Risotto clambered into a cold bath to help soothe the pain over his body. Perhaps he would never have been in the situation if he didn’t spend so much time at the school gym, on the track...

Rina had even drawn the bath for him, leaving the Epsom salt on the rim to add if he needed it.

Risotto opened his hand to see the coin he seemed to be holding onto the whole week. In the back of his mind he supposed it was him trying to draw some strength from it, as if it’s supposedly luck could help him through the pain.

With a deep breath he closed his hand around the coin and sunk his head underneath the water- asking for luck one more time.

At the funeral service Risotto said goodbye to the coin, tossing it on top of the first handfuls of dirt already sullying the polished wood coffin.

He thought it was acceptance he felt as he let the cool metal sentiment fall from his palm.

All of that was shattered when the trial for his killer came back as not-guilty.

Hearing the verdict made him feel like all grounding he had while climbing over his grief slipped right under him and he was undeniably plummeting.

Ending up in the inconceivable rage he still feels whenever he thinks back to how he ended up looming over the figure of the drunkard that killed his brother. He was so sick of waiting- sick of waiting for the doctor’s verdict, the jury’s verdict. They had all failed him that day, so he decided to take matters into his own hands.

The night the verdict was released, Risotto had called the mafioso, asking when they could meet for a talk.

He was straightforward about what he wanted- he wanted the man dead. If it meant doing it himself and being protected by them or if they wanted to off him themselves- he didn’t care.

They had shrugged and said they had no reason to kill him, but he’d need to go through two initiations to make the murder disappear.

The first was simple enough, kill the guy he wanted dead.

Risotto was too far gone to even care as he bludgeoned the guy to death with a crowbar, feeling the bastard’s blood splatter against his face in a warehouse not too far from the shore.

He wrapped the body up in plastic and duct tape and brought the body to the mafioso that had led him thus far.

“We’ll get the blood later.” The man smiled through cigarette smoke. The mafioso threw an arm around Risotto’s shoulder after he hauled the body into the trunk of the car.

“Now, for the hard part.”

Acquiring Metallica felt like a joke- mocking the part of himself he felt he’d never allow to be seen again, the part he and Luciano hid from the world. He figured the ability was for the sake of wanting to make other people feel the weakness they carried in their own blood and the invisibility was a gift- on he wanted to possess to escape from the eyes that surveyed him as he was in pain.

Normally, getting into the mafia acquired smaller crimes first, but since Risotto had started with murder he was assigned to join the hitman team- on one condition.

His family be left untouched.

He promised to sacrifice a cut of his pay for every month for years to assure they were never hurt again. It caused him to move into a dingy apartment after spending too much time on the couch of the hideout, but he didn’t care. He moved up quick enough not to care- most hitman don’t last over 30 years old anyway.

His father, Rina, his aunt, and uncle, all his younger cousins would be safe as long as he kept paying. It was, after all, he had left of Luciano. The smallest wad of cash was all physical reminder. But somehow it made him sleep a bit easier knowing they were safe. Only question that plagued his nightmares was if it was enough to redeem something of his soul.

[nightowlfandom]

The King’s Pet Princess- Royal! BTS x Reader Series Part 5- Yoongi 1

REQUESTS FROM PROMPT LIST- RIGHT HERE!

READ PART ONE | READ PART 2 (NAMJOON) | READ PART 3 (JUNGKOOK) | READ PART 4 (HOSEOK)

Since no one had a name for Y/N’s pet lion....I guess I’ll have to choose and shame on you.....

We’re gonna name the lion Carmen. Gotta problem? Good.

LEGGO! (i’M NOT GETTING RID OF THE LEGGO IT’S STAYING FOREVERRRRRR)

WARNING! There will be certain themes in this...uhhh read at your own risk. This is for you guys who like getting treated like pure trash...I don’t know just read.

Leggo!

...

“Have you been up all night?” Rina stormed into the library where you were hiding. 

“I’m focusing. I’m trying to keep myself busy.” you waved her off, only to have whatever book you were trapped behind taken away from you.

“You are tired, I can see it.” she sighed. “Bed. Now.” she pointed out the door. 

“I’ll be fine.” you yawned.

“Bed!″ she huffed. “You can finish what you were doing in the morning!”

“Okay okay!.” you stumbled to your feet and made haste for your room. 

You were so tired, but you had spent all day looking for books on how to take care of Carmen (please refer to part 4 for insight). How else were you gonna deal with a pregnant lion. Geez, this was just one big mess.

You stumbled, almost hitting the door. 

“Ouch.” you said flatly, even though you weren’t in any real pain. You didn’t even bother to turn on the light, you just walked straight for the bed. It was along more sturdy than you remember and the sheets felt and looked different. Either it was the dark playing games with you or Rina changed your bed sheets. 

You plopped on the bed, letting out a long sigh. You didn’t bother to change out of your day clothes. Yes, skirts were way too uncomfortable to sleep in, but you didn’t really care. At least not that this point. Why was this so difficult. Juggling between getting prepared to be a queen to a miserable kingdom it seems like worrying about your pets, you haven’t even heard from your family back home.

“I don’t know if I can do this.” You mumbled aloud. “I’ve never done anything like this before.” you groaned. “Of course I really should naturally know how to do such a thing. “you mused. “...but how can you tame that beast telling you that you’re going crazy and just take the plunge and do what you need to do for the sake of not going completely insane.”

Poor thing, she was suffering. She would be giving birth soon and you weren’t ready! You weren’t sure. You were human and Carmen was...well a giant 400+ pound lion. There was a tad bit of a difference.

You stared at the ceiling only to notice something was off. You sat up in bed as stared at the dimly lit fireplace which was just beginning to go out. The rug wasn’t the same color it was in your room. Instead of flowy ivory curtains in your room, you saw velvety black curtains. You also took the time to notice the white grand piano. You looked up, even the canopy bed looked diff-

Fuck...this wasn’t your room

“Hm...Pray tell...what beast are you exactly trying to tame.” you heard from behind you. You slowly turned your head to see Yoongi glaring at you. “Hm, finally decided to pay me a visit.” You felt his fingers trail up your spine. “About time.”

“Yoongi! I uh-HMM!” You tried to protest as Yoongi slapped his hand over your mouth. You could only hear your own muffle screams. You were suddenly pinned down onto your back. Yoongi’s hand was still over your mouth. He hovered over your body, a smirk painting on his lips. Him dark eyes bore into yours, setting a fire straight to your mind...or core..whichever made you look less helpless.

“You make it really hard to not do something to you.” he chuckled in your ear. “Unlike my other comrades....I don’t hesitate when it comes to striking my prey.” he spoke, right in your ear. His hand, still over your mouth. “Instead, had I gotten my hands on your first, the other boys wouldn’t even be able to recognize you. Imagine being marked and scratched to your heart’s content...how exciting.”

Thrashing wouldn’t do much, he was way stronger than you. 

“I’ve been waiting for time to strike.” he chuckled, trailing his fingers under your skirt. “You’ve just opened yourself up to me. ”

“Hmm.” your leg trembled as you felt his knuckles brush against your clothed heat. 

“I’m not about that teasing shit.” he huffed. “In fact, teasing pisses me off...oh I’m sorry, were you trying to speak?”

You quickly nodded, which prompted him to slowly removing his hand from your mouth. “I didn’t mean to come in h-here.” 

Yoongi didn’t cease his movement, pressing his thumb against your clit. In fact, it chided him to carry on even more.

“Hm....don’t lie to me. You should know the route to get to your room well enough by know.” he chuckled.

“I got really sleepy....I-” you trembled. “Fu-” Your legs trembled beneath his touch.

“You’re foolish. I’m a man Y/N....Do you know what that means?” she cocked an eyebrow. “It means I’m hungry.” he growled. “And since I finally have you all to myself...I’m gonna rip you apart.”

“Rip me apart!?!” you squeaked. “What do you-” 

Yoongi watched with a smug grin on his face as you sat up and scrambled to your feet. He partially expected that to happen, it only made him chuckle. Like he said, he was hungry and he finally had his turn to go after his prey.

“Now now...don’t run away from me, pet.” you froze in place. “....Hm..Come here.”

Hearing those words made you freeze. He sounded so authoritative. 

“That’s right...come to me. Bring that pretty ass over here.”

You didn’t even notice your feet had started to move. You instantly stopped in your tracks. 

“Alright...why don’t I come to you.” Yoongi threw the covered off and stormed up to you, pushing you against the nearest wall. “See what happens when a slave doesn’t listen to her king?” 

He grabbed your leg and hooked it around his hip, all while pinning your arms above your head. “Now...let’s play together, pet.”

... (Time Skip)

“NO!” You ran away from Rina. “I REFUSE!”

“Breakfast is ready! If you aren’t at that table in the next ten seconds, then they’re gonna question ME!” she pulled your hand. “Why are you so afraid all of a sudden.”

You didn’t want to face Yoongi. If you were being honest, he scared you the most. 

“No reason?” you squeaked. You didn’t want them to blame Rina for your antics. “Let’s just...get this over with.” you grumbled, following her into into the dining hall. You were almost certain you weren’t ready to face them...or him.

Rina practically pushed you into the seat, the only open seat, which was away from the exit...which just so happened to be right next to Yoongi. She gave you a weird look. You didn’t blame her, she really didn’t know about the incident.

“It’s about time you showed up. How bad did it get last night?”

“What?” you looked up in horror at Namjoon’s words. “I beg your pardon!?!”

Was he insinuating what you thought he was insinuating?!?!

“With your pet?...Pregnant Lion? Almost half a ton giant animal?”

“Oh....”you crossed your arms. “She’s fine.”

From the corner of your eye you could see Yoongi who was casually eating. He was acting as if nothing happened! You could only stare at your food, you didn’t dare look up or join in whatever useless conversation the other men were having. 

“You seem off today, Y/N....I hope all is well.” Yoongi got your attention.

“...I’m fine.” you clutched the fork in your hand.

“Are you sure....I wouldn’t want you to be...troubled..”

You felt his hand on your thigh, which made you freeze. “If anything is wrong, my schedule is free today.”

You could feel his fingers inch closer and closer. His digits scratching against your clothed heat.

“I’ll be fine!” you instantly jumped to your feet. “Well I can’t keep Carmen waiting, you know...pregnancy...and stuff...” you didn’t say another word before you bolted for the animal stables.

....

Well, Carmen was doing just fine. Her due date was approaching but you were positive one more visit to the library would have you all set, so that’s exactly where you went.

“Come on.” you sighed. “I gotta get Billy out here and soon!”

Billy was your other lion, Carmen’s lion mate or whatever it was called. You were hoping to convince them to let you bring him, poor thing was probably so confused and sad when he saw Carmen on the carriage.

“Hm...” you mused, walking back to the book shelf. “What if I-”

Suddenly you felt something cover your eyes and tighten at the back of your head. “Hey!!” you began thrashing, but your captor had grabbed your wrist before you could move. 

“Easy now-” you heard Yoongi snarl in your ear. “You make too much noise and we might get caught.”

“W-what do you want now?!” you tried your best to move. “Are you tying my hands behind my back!??! Hey! Stop that!”

“Since you walked out on me so rudely, yesterday, you’ll have to make up for it.” you felt your bindings get tighter and tighter.

“Make up for-....” you repeated. You felt his breath brush over the back of your neck. “Is this because-”

“You so rudely left me without so much as a goodbye...you must have been really caught off guard.” he chuckled. “You’re free to try to leave...but you can’t leave.” he cooed like he was talking to a baby. “Because you can’t even see.” he chuckled.

“Y-yoongi, listen. I know you’re very hands-on.....”

“I didn’t get a chance to have a taste of you yet, Y/N.....That isn’t fair.” you could hear the fake pout in his voice. You felt his fingers trail down your stomach. Yoongi kissed down your neck, trailing his soft lips up your flesh. 

“....I said I went into the wrong room.” you shook in your shoes.

“...Hm....Sure you did, Y/N.” he sighed. “Just be a good girl and do what your king tells you to.” he grabbed the fabric of your skirt, hiking it up. His fingers creeped under your clothes, trailing down your warm skin. 

“Hey! That’s not even fair.” your voice wavered.

“Since when did a king ever play fair?”

....

[bts-reveries]

tastes like candy

characters/pairings: Jungkook x Lily [ft. Rina and Sian]

genre: family and fluff

request: [not requested] @justinetingball tagging you sis hehe 

a/n: this took a while but my week had a lot of unexpected things going on on top of it being busy, i’m sorry i haven’t been as active as i planned :( 

inspired by in the soop 2 jungkook brushing his baby’s (bam’s) teeth 

click here to watch the clip :)

➳➳➳➳➳➳➳ “Jungkook!” Rina calls out as she walks to their shared room. Jungkook was already in bed, watching videos on his phone. 

“Hm?” He says, looking up at his wife who pops her head into the room.

“I’m going to help Sian with his homework, get Lily ready for bed please. She needs to brush her teeth,” she tells him, waiting for Jungkook to stand up before she leaves.

“Okay,” he says, throwing his phone to the side and getting up. 

“Lily, daddy’s coming!” Rina yells. Her daughter was waiting patiently in the living room. 

“Hey princess, let's go get ready for bed,” Jungkook says, extending his hand. Lily shakes her head no. 

“I don’t want,” she says, continuing to play with her toys. 

“You have to, you can play tomorrow. Come on, you’re going to get sleepy soon,” Jungkook says, walking towards her and picking her up.

“NO!” Lily yells, pushing away from her dad as he lifts her up. “No! I don’t want to!” 

“Too bad,” Jungkook says, hugging her tighter to keep her from squirming. “We have to go brush your teeth.”

“Nooo~”

“YeEsSs~” Jungkook says back. He quickly walks to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. 

Jungkook puts his daughter down, and she stands there, pouting. 

“Why don’t you like brushing your teeth, your toothpaste tastes like strawberries,” Jungkook says as he puts toothpaste on her little, purple toothbrush. 

“I don’t like!” Lily yells, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“Why! It tastes like candy, come here.” Jungkook pulls her towards him, picking her up and placing her on the counter, next to the sink. 

“Say ah,” Jungkook says, making a face as well. Lily shakes her head no. “Just taste it, just taste, it’s yummy.”

Lily sticks her tongue out a centimeter, making Jungkook laugh. 

“Okay that works I guess,” he says, brushing the toothbrush on her tongue. 

“Yummy right?”

“No,” Lily says, laughing at her dad’s reaction. 

“Should I get better tasting toothpaste then?” Jungkook says, looking at the toothpaste tube.

“Yah,” Lily says, looking at the toothpaste tube as well. 

“Oh well, say ah,” Jungkook says, going back to brushing her teeth. She finally complies, opening her mouth wide.

Jungkook starts brushing and she starts biting on the toothbrush. 

“Ay-- don’t chew on it,” Jungkook says, making Lily laugh. 

“It’s yummy~”

“I thought you didn’t like the taste.” Jungkook says, gently holding onto both of her cheeks with one hand. Lily continued to munch on her toothbrush as her dad brushed her teeth as she liked to mess with her dad. 

“Aigoo, this won’t do,” Jungkook says, putting the brush down. “Come on,” he says, picking up his daughter and sitting on the floor. He sits her down on the ground and places the back of her head on his belly. He grabs the brush again and starts brushing her teeth.

Finally the room goes quiet and is just filled with the sound of brushing.

“We’re almost done,” Jungkook says. “Wow, see, your teeth are so nice and clean now.” 

*brush brush brush*

“Okay, good girl, we’re done!” Jungkook says, helping her up. “Spit,” he says, when he picked her up and leaned her over the sink. He then grabbed a cup on the side and filled it with water.

“Don’t drink it okay,” he says. “Just shake it in your mouth and then spit it in the sink.” He holds the water to her lips. “Don’t drink it, don’t drink it.” When her mouth is filled with water, she shakes her head back and forth, not knowing how to swish water in her mouth yet. 

She then spits it back into the sink.

“Good job!” Jungkook praises. “Okay, we’re all done,” he says, grabbing a small towel and wiping her mouth. “Time for bed.”

She yawns, laying her head on her dad’s shoulder. 

“See, you get so quiet when you’re sleepy,” Jungkook laughs. He presses a kiss to her forehead. “Let’s go say night night to mommy and oppa, okay?”

“Mm.”

Jungkook knocks softly on Sian’s door.

“Baby sis is going down for bed now,” Jungkook says quietly as he opens the door. Sian quickly gets out of his seat at his desk and runs to the door where his dad and sister are at. 

“Good night Lily,” Sian says, petting his sister’s head. Jungkook bends down a bit for Sian to give her a kiss on the cheek. 

“Good night baby,” Rina says, giving her a kiss as well. “Aww she’s so tired.”

“I know, it didn’t seem like it earlier when I went to get her,” Jungkook says, looking down at his sleepy daughter. 

“Yeah, I know. Her eyes are closing already,” Rina says with a small laugh. “Go get her to bed, me and Sian are finishing off.” 

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” Jungkook says, giving his wife a quick kiss. 

“Aigoo, it’s been like two minutes since we finished brushing your teeth and you’re already knocked out,” Jungkook tells his daughter, even though she’s already asleep on his chest. Jungkook gently places her in her bed. 

“Sleep well my princess,” Jungkook says, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her head. “Same thing again tomorrow morning.”

[rainbowdragonball]

You're my honey bunch, sugar plum, sweetheart, gumdrop, the apple of my eye

"Davion, Cerberus has been alive for three days now and you've still haven't held him yet."

"It's because babies make me uncomfortable, Haven. They just sit there and stare deep into your eyes and shit, it's creepy."

"Well creepy or not Cerberus still needs to get used to you, and what better way to do that is by having you hold him."

"Plus what if y'all are home alone together? He'll get hungry or need changing eventually, and you can do only so much with magic."

"... Alright already I get the picture. Let's just get this over with."

Rina handed over a sleepy looking Cerberus over to Davion, who jumped a little due to how warm the baby's skin was. "He's a lot lighter than I thought he'd be." He mumbled quietly and the baby's eyes fluttered closed, his head turning deeper into Davion's chest.