#but the rest of them couldnt accept it

[cent-scratchnsniff]

doodles and stuff. struggled with painting until i gave up

[tree-of-olives]

FOR THE LAST TIME. I DONT HAVE A VAMPIRE FAMILY.

(if anyone has seen any more vampire family ads please rb this with them im collecting them now)

[grimmjowjaegerjaquez]

Remembering the brief period in my life when i was obsessed with ashido, the only filler character with rights bc kubo originally planned to include him in the manga but had to cut him for time

[mimikyuno]

YOU DONT UNDERSTAND SHE WAS READY TO TELL HER!! SHE WAS FINALLY FEELING ALMOST SAFE ENOUGH TO BE ABLE TO COME OUT ON HER OWN TERMS TO THE ONE WHO HAS WAITED BY HER SIDE, PATIENTLY WAITING ALL THIS TIME. YOU DONT UNDERSTAND SHE THINKS IT’S ALL RUINED!!!!! SHE HAD A TASTE OF REAL SISTERHOOD AND FEMALE FRIENDSHIP AND BEING ONE OF THE GIRLS WITHOUT ANY “IF” AND “BUT”. YOU DONT UNDERSTAND SHE IS OUT TO PEOPLE WHO LOVE HER ALREADY. AND SHE IS OUT TO TRANSPHOBIC ASSHOLES. SHE KNOWS THAT HER DEAREST FRIENDS WILL LOVE AND ACCEPT HER AND UNDERSTAND HER BUT SHE CANNOT TAKE THE CREEPING DOUBT THAT THEY’RE JUST BEING KIND OUT OF PITY AND ACTING LIKE NOTHING’S DIFFERENT WHEN TO MIZUKI EVERYTHING’S CHANGED!!! BECAUSE NOW THEY KNOW TOO AND SHE CANNOT TAKE THE THOUGHT OF THEM NOW NOT SEEING HER AS A “REAL GIRL”, AS HER BULLIES PUT IT. YOU DONT UNDERSTAND SHE TORE THE DRESSES AND BROKE HER MIRROR AND BLINDFOLDED HER EYES. SHE IS THAT REPULSIVE!! WHY COULDNT SHE BE BORN A “��REAL”” GIRL!!!! YOU DONT UNDERSTAND SHE WAS SO SCARED OF THEM FINDING OUT, ESPECIALLY ENA, AND NOW ENA FOUND OUT IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE!!! YOU DONT UNDERSTANDDDDD SHE WAS SCARED OF COMING OUT BUT ALSO IT WAS EATING AWAY AT HER AND MAKING HER DISTANCE HERSELF FROM THE REST OF NIIGO AND IT WAS ONLY THROUGH ENA’S KINDNESS AND INSISTENCE THAT SHE WAS ABLE TO NOT DISTANCE HERSELF COMPLETELY FROM THE OTHERS, BUT THAT ONLY MEANS THAT NOW IT HURTS THAT MUCH MORE TO LOSE THEM!!! AND LOSING THEM NOT EVEN BECAUSE THEY REJECTED HER BUT BECAUSE SHE REJECTED THEM BEFORE SHE COULD EVEN FACE THEM!!! YOU. DONT. UNDERSTAND. SHE IS GONE FROM THE REAL WORLD, SHE IS DEPICTED LIKE SHE IS ABOUT TO BE HANGED, BLINDFOLDED, OFFERING HER NECK, DEFEATED, AS THE LACES SHE SO CHERISHED FORM A LOOP IN THE FOREFRONT OF THE ILLUSTRATION, AS IF THEY ARE HER ROPE. SHE IS DISSOCIATED AND SUICIDAL AND IS ISOLATING HERSELF. YOU DONT UNDERSTAND SHE WAS ALWAYS SMILING AND PUTTING ON A BRAVE FACE – ALWAYS READING THE ROOM AND HELPING ENA, KANADE, AND MAFUYU WITH THEIR STRUGGLES, BIG AND SMALL, SIMPLY BC THEY WERE HER PRECIOUS FRIENDS!! YOU DONT. UNDERSTAND. SHE WAS ALREADY SUICIDAL IN MIDDLE SCHOOL, WHEN SHE WAS REPRESSING HERSELF AND REJECTING HER TRANSNESS, SHORT HAIR AND MALE UNIFORM. NIIGO WAS THE LIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!! NIIGO WAS HER ANCHOR AND HER SAFE SPACE!! WITH NIIGO SHE COULD JUST BE “AMIA”, A GIRL, AND MAKE MUSIC AND FILL WITH LOVE AND WARMTH THOSE ENDLESS NIGHTS. SHE TRANSITIONED AFTER NIIGO GAVE HER A FEELING OF PURPOSE, “AH, LIFE IS WORTH LIVING AFTER ALL.” AND IT’S ALL GONE NOW. SHE SAW ENA’S SHOCKED FACE WHEN HER CLASSMATES OUTED HER WITH THEIR TRANSPHOBIC JOKES. IT’S ALL GONE. IN AN INSTANT. “DONT LOOK AT ME”. BUT ALSO. “DONT LEAVE ME.” GODDDDDD

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

This is less i didnt do anything but more that the response by the teachers was absolutely not proportionate to the crime (and was part of a larger pattern they had of targeting neurodivergent kids)

In 5th grade science we had a unit where we made paper airplanes in science class to test how far different shaped paper airplanes flew

We were told not to make paper airplanes outside of science class

But obviously this large group of 10 and 11 year olds were still absolutely making paper airplanes

I especially tend to like doing things with my hands to focus

If you get me doing a thing like folding paper a certain way im gonna start doing that repeatedly

But I was trying hard not to do make paper airplanes outside of science class

And then I saw the kid that sat across from me make one out of a piece of paper he was throwing away and throw it into the trash before our last class. So I went ahead and did the same thing but class started before I could throw it in the trash and decided to just put it in my desk and wait til after school to throw it away. I wasnt touching it or messing with it during class. We were taking notes. I was fully absorbed in taking notes cuz I enjoyed taking notes. My teacher happened to see the paper airplane in my desk and IMMEDIATELY stopped the lesson and grabbed the airplane out of my desk, held it in my face and was like "WHAT is this??????''

The way my elementary school was set up was each grade had 3 classrooms. The classrooms were open to each other and had a common area connecting them

She took me out into the common area and sat me at a table and just started interrogating me about the paper airplane. Not calmly either. Full on screaming at me. The science teacher came over and joined in. I was having a full blown meltdown and couldn't speak at all at that point. All 60 kids in my grade were just sitting there having to watch all this. This went on for at least 10 minutes but it felt like hours. I dont even remember any of what they were saying to me. Just that it was loud.

Anyway that wasnt even the punishment lol. The punishment was i had to walk laps around the playground at recess for a week. Which I pretty much did every day anyway. My friends walked with me.

Everyone give me the most screwed up thing that has ever happened to you in the american public school system

[ohmy-gojo]

golden retriever!bf x black cat!gf with gojo and reader (no curse au)

O1. hes all about parties and youre all about poems

you are not a unsocial person(well maybe a bit shy), you just choose to stay in your own bubble, in your own world. daydreaming about god knows what. one moment you are thinking about your favorite band, next you are plotting about saving bees. you can also be found doodling or reading about your favorite characters during lunch when everyone hangs out with their friends. and you were not sad about it, in fact its the opposite, you genuinely enjoy being alone and spending time with yourself

but your friends (2 friends just fyi) certainly didnt think so. wanting you to 'socialize and let loose'.

thats why you are now in the frat house of gojo satoru.

you have heard about him from your dear friend shoko. that hes studying about marine and is ridiculously tall. another friend she has is called geto suguru, pharmacy student with long hair, also ridiculously tall. when you reached it didnt take much to spot them. both distinctly handsome and crowded by people around them. especially gojo satoru, he looked like he was enjoying all the attention he was receiving (couldnt be you) he then spotted you both

"hey look its sho-!! wait who is there with her??!!"

he came near you so fast as if he teleported, eyes innocently wide "shoko whos this??" he pointed to you just in case as if it was not obvious he was talking about you

shoko rolled her eyes at him, "my friend, dont bother her too much." she didnt elaborate much bc she wanted you to speak yourself

"shokos friend," he blinked. "youre so cute. like a kitty." he poked your cheek

"!!!"

"AHAHA!" he laughed and poked again, looking like he was having the time of his life. "whats your name, shokos friend?"

"y/n.." you said, voice a little muffled because of the poking finger in your cheek

"D'AWW YOURE ADORABLE! hey hey are you a junior?? never seen you before. do you study marine too?? i study marine!! why you ask?? cz i like fishes." he smiled proudly

"no i study.. (subject).."

he squealed. "oh shes so so cute shoko!! can i keep her??"

"what," she deadpanned. "weirdo."

"im definitely keeping her!! we are best friends from now on! right?? oh oh whats your favorite color y/n?? mine is royal blue and i guess sky blues nice too but not more than cobalt blue-" he kept blabbering on and on. you sent a pleading look to shoko only for her to raise her hands in surrender and literally leave

you just sighed and accepted your fate. at least he was cute—who were you kidding he was hella cute. maybe you didnt mind that much..

rest of the party was spent with him babbling animatedly to you and fawning over you every time you said a word

you went home with a new contact on your phone saved as "toru/best friend!!😸💙" who said you were unsocial again?

note: its gonna have parts i promise i will write and not abandon (looks at the geto series i tried to start but failed) 🫶

[gremlin-girly]

Warmest Welcome

Pairing: Biker Bucky x f!Cafe Owner Reader

Warnings/tags: mild threat, intimidation, petnames (doll) meet ugly

Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, copied, translated or put through an AI machine.

Chapter Summary: The final touches of your café are being put together and on the day of your grand opening, you meet the leader of the White Wolves.

Word count: 2.4k

Dividers by: @/bernardsbendystraws | Banner by me, made in canva, images from canva and Pinterest (credit to the original creators)

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The sun was setting over Briarridge Town as you sped past the welcome sign. The houses on the outskirts gave way to sun-bleached suburbs with lush green trees

This was your fourth, and final, trip back; the last of your belongings packed tightly into your car. Years of saving, grinding and working hard had paid off and you were finally able to live your dream of opening a café.

Despite your family's protests and worries about you moving away from them, you felt amazing. Setting out on your own, building your own path, your own business.

Doing something you loved.

The building had been dirt cheap, a fixer-upper for sure, but nothing a lick of paint and deep clean couldn't fix. You’d been lucky finding a place to set up a small café at such a cheap price. The townsfolk seemed nice enough if not a little withdrawn but you hoped they’d warm up to you soon enough once the café was up and running good and proper.

You unloaded the last of your boxes from your car with a spring in your step into your new home-cum-café. The apartment above the café was yet another fixer-upper but, like your café, it was yours.

The apartment was relatively large; two bedrooms, a bathroom and a large living room with a kitchen just behind it. Another steal, had it not been for the fact that there was a hole in the centre of the floor, the water wasn't working and other components were in various states of disrepair.

Again, nothing a lick of paint couldnt fix. And Google.

Maybe a plumber.

Your bed wouldn't be arriving until the following day so a blow-up bed you'd set up with a duvet and pillow on your first visit would have to be your place of sleep for the night. Dumping your last box you collapsed against the musty smelling makeshift bed. Despite your circumstances, excitement still filled your chest and you squealed with joy into your pillow.

Tomorrow would be a fresh start to your new life in Briarridge.

The first thing on your agenda the next morning was coffee.

You leaned onto the kitchen counter etching down the things you needed to buy with the rest of your savings. Bed was bought. Café equipment already fitted. Chairs, tables coffee machine ordered. The sign out for delivery.

You needed a lot of paint, coffee and all of the ingredients to ready yourself for opening. You hum thoughtfully to yourself. You'd also need to think about decorating the apartment, not just the café.

Maybe put a rug over that hole.

You're at the department store the moment it opens buying a trolley full of paint, tools, fake plants and a few other odds and ends. The other odds and ends being milk and snacks for sustenance as you get to work on making your café look appealing and your apartment a home.

The first room you tackle is your bedroom. It's the bigger of the two bedrooms and painting the room a delicate lilac, the room already looked brighter. After a short break and accepting the the delivery of your bed, you start on the café downstairs.

There's a brief moment when you're on your hands and knees, scrubbing the life out of the wood-effect linoleum if it was worth it. However, at the final wash and the gleam in the warm lighting, you knew it had been. Why pay when you could do it yourself?

An excellent work ethic is something you had always had and to achieve your dream you knew it would be the longest and hardest battle you would have to fight.

But dammit, it was worth it!

Sighing, rolling your aching muscles, you make your way up to your apartment after locking up; desperate for a hot shower. Crawling back under the covers of your air mattress you fell into a deep slumber, ready to wake up and do it all again the next day.

After a week of gruelling work, of painting, of baking, of preparing, decorating and hiding the hole in your apartment; you were ready.

The unveiling of your dream come true was nothing short of surreal; the curved black signage of Whisk & Whimsy glistened in the dewy spring air and the swell of pride in your chest.

Even though you'd told yourself not to expect throngs of people bursting down the doors, it was still disheartening when you waited for hours getting excited when anyone walked by, for no one to even stick their head in to take a peek.

Maybe you'd expected too much. Being a new business and a stranger in a new town but it was too quiet for a Wednesday at lunch hour.

You'd triple checked the best before dates, checked the food signs for the pastries and cakes, and had wiped every surface at least two dozen times since opening in the morning. Everything had to be pristine for your grand opening. Even if no one showed up.

You plucked a cupcake from behind the display case and munched irritably as you attempted to enjoy a fresh cup of coffee. The café was crickets and it irked you to think you'd done all this work, spent all this money, to fail before you even began.

"I should drag them in here and make 'em try a cupcake." You grumble to yourself, watching a few locals walk past your window without so much as a glance in your direction.

When the bell rings above the door, you're in the middle of counting the croissants in the display case and almost knock yourself out jumping up so quickly.

And oh boy, you weren't prepared for what greeted you.

A long-haired brunet man, easily about six foot four, as wide as he is tall with muscular arms that flex under his Henley. His face isn't tan but beautifully and perfectly sun-kissed, accentuating the pink of pouting lips under the five o'clock shadow and sweet-pea blue eyes.

Your eyes flicker to his torso noting how his red Henley is streaked with black smudges and flecks of paint. But where the collar lies against his collarbone, opened enough to give a teasing peak of a tattoo that's hidden beneath.

Why didn't anyone about the gorgeous men in this town? Maybe this was why your family was worried.

When your eyes look back to his face again as he leans against your countertop, smirking at you, interlacing his fingers with one tan hand that sports some silver rings and one tattooed one. He knew he looked good and he knew that you thought so too.

Yeah, your family was definitely worried about men like him.

"Welcome to Whisk and Whimsy," you say warmly, breaking into a delightful customer service smile and trying not to blush under his gaze. "What can I get for you?"

He smiles over at you and you can feel your heart beat a little faster but chide yourself gently. He's a customer. A handsome one, sure, but a customer nonetheless.

"Coffee please doll," He says, voice sweet and smooth like honey. "Black."

You nod and immediately get to work prepping the coffee and ringing it up through the register.

"Staying in or to go?" You ask

"To go, doll. This shouldn't take more than five minutes."

You wonder what he's talking about but put the portafilter into the slot and run the espresso into the take out cup before filling it with boiling water. Securing the lid you place the coffee in front of him and tell him the price, to which he hands you a five dollar bill, far exceeding the price but refuses change.

"You got settled in pretty quick," He comments, sipping the coffee quietly. "Didja work out a deal with the White Wolves before coming into town or what?”

“White Wolves?” You say, purging the portafilter and wiping down the machine. You shoot the guy a confused frown. “Is that the sports team here?”

He snorts. “You can’t be serious. No one’s told ya?”

You shake your head moving to the bar, resting your forearms on the counter opposite him. "I moved here a little over a week ago - I don't really know anyone yet."

"Really?" He grins at you before offering his large right, non-tattooed hand to you. "Well, I'm Bucky."

You tell him your name and shake his hand, trying not to wince as the rings dig into your skin slightly. He releases your hand, taking another glug of coffee and eyeing you curiously.

"So," you start. "The White Wolves?"

"Right. White Wolves." He grins, but now a feeling of unease creeps along your skin. "The White Wolves are a biker gang that run the town. No one comes or goes without them knowing and all the businesses pay.... well, insurance, shall we say."

"You can’t be serious." You snort. You would not paying insurance. All of your hard work, your earnings, your savings, your dreams... Shattered in less than a week? Absolutely not.

"Very serious." Bucky nods somberly before his eyes meet yours and they're not gleaming with anything other than frost. "And I'm their leader."

"Leader?" You scoff with a smile. "Fuck off."

Bucky raises an eyebrow and his lips quirk at the corners, clearly amused by your disbelief. Bike gangs? Seriously? He came all the way here to feel you out, see what you know and bully you into giving him money? Utterly laughable.

"Wish I was lyin' doll but I make a point of seeing every business for the first visit. It's a shame nobody warned ya." He sighs theatrically but smirks over at you. "I'm gonna give you some leeway for that, and because you made such a delectable cup of coffee, but by the end of the month I expect payment."

If you had no sense of decorum, and if you hadn't just washed the counter three times, you'd probably spit at him. You grind your teeth, fire in your eyes as you consider your options. But then the fire fizzles and dies as you sigh.

Bucky grins triumphantly at the sight, which should anger you more. It only serves to fuel your answer. Your shoulders relax. You sigh. Your eyes meet his.

"No." You say simply.

"I wasn't askin' doll." Bucky says, sipping at his coffee, eyes narrowing in confusion. "You're going to pay up."

"No." You say again and, to make it a point, you turn away from him. You can see a warped version of his face in the shiny surface of the coffee machine, his smile replaced by a gape of sheer disbelief. You wipe down the back counter acting like he's not even there. Meanwhile, your mind churns. Why did you say that? What have you done? You'd not even been here two weeks and of he wasn't lying, you'd just royally pissed off a bike gang leader.

Bucky chuckles. "No? You think you can just tell me no?"

"Yeah." You say throwing your rag down and turning to him, hands on hips. "Bet you don't hear it often."

Bucky blinks and looks genuinely shocked that you're not backing down and refusing his not-so-subtle act of intimidation. "I - no. I don't actually."

He considers you for a moment, eyeing your defiant stance in your black apron. "You're either stupid or brave, doll but I'm sure you'll come around."

Bucky straightens, cracking his neck with a sigh before heading to the door. "Cute place ya got here doll. Be a shame if something happened to it." He says before walking through the door with an eerie jingle of the bell.

Nausea swirls in your stomach with anger, watching him leave. You never liked bullies. Even if they were gorgeous, Henley wearing biker leaders.

You'd be dammed if you paid that arrogant biker a dime of your hard earned cash. You needed to come up with a plan, one you could execute while keeping your business afloat.

Two bikers sat outside Whisk & Whimsy the following morning. You'd given them a cursory glance as you opened the shop, and they nodded at you, but made no moves to get up and follow you inside.

Both hulking masses of men, easily over six foot. One was blond and pale skinned, looking like a porcelain doll come to life with pink lips curved into a slightly cheeky smile as he talked with his friend. His friend was slightly shorter than him but no less imposing, with dark skin and a beautifully radiant grin that would give Bucky a run for his money.

"They look like models not bikers." You huff to yourself, peeking through the blinds before sighing and rolling them up. You'd done all the prep the night before but the biker's just sat on their bikes, watching the café.

They didn't come in but you watched as every potential customer crossed the street to avoid them. Intimidation tactics 101.

By mid-afternoon, you'd had enough. Lunch rush was fast approaching and you needed the business. Stuffing two large coffees into a cardboard holder, you grabbed a to-go back and filled it with creamer, sugars and stirrers before wrapping two grilled cheeses and two sweet pastries. The small feast would be a minor set back in the grand scheme of things and you waited until the thrum of lunch rush began to step out into the street and approach the two men with your head held high.

You approached the one closest to you, full beaming smile as you handed him the bag and drinks. In front of at least a dozen civilians.

"Sorry it took so long!" You say brightly and both men look baffled. "If you need any napkins they're just inside the door."

You turn on your heel and bounce back inside, leaving the two men to look between themselves in confusion. You smirk to yourself as you watch a small group of the civilians talk amongst themselves for a moment before crossing the street and stepping over the threshold to Whisk & Whimsy.

You grin and welcome them; taking sick satisfaction in the bewildered annoyance written on the faces of the men outside realising they'd been had. If everyone else thought you and Bucky were square, you'd get customers and profit, whether his lackeys were outside or not.

You - one.

White Wolves - Nil.

Chapter One - End

A/N: So.... Welcome to Whisk & Whimsy!!

I love a good biker Bucky x sweet reader but you know what I love more? A reader whose a menace. I don't usually like letting Bucky keep his left arm.... but he kinda needs both for the bike and also.... TATTOOS. 😫😫 this is a set up chapter clearly giving a little intro to our reader and how much of a pain in Bucky's side she'll be :)

I was actually working on some Bucky Bingos today and trying to get more of my 20qs submissions done but I got possesed to get this out lol

Thoughts, comments, reblogs are all welcome!!

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[tojisun]

ugh könig and his size kink is everything to me, and just the way you know he'd be obsessed with seeing your stomach bulge when he's fully sheathed in you... holy shit dude

- 🔪💕

RAHHHHHH omg this was so good, i couldnt help myself :(

konig x fem reader // smut - minors dni; size difference & belly bulge // root post

konig almost laughs at the beauty of it, the hunger pawing at the back of his mind now churning into something harsher. something more ravenous.

and who can blame him? he knows no one will, especially not if they see the image you paint – not like he’ll even let them. he’ll claw out their eyes before one stray gaze can even catch a glimpse of you as you are now – teary eyes blinking blearily, too blissed out to actually be able to see, your mouth agape as you wheeze out short gasps of air, and your pretty cheeks now tinged with your messy mascara.

he doesn’t pretend that his mind isn’t overtaken by his immense desire as he maps his hands along your body, rubbing soothing circles on your skin until both of his hands rest on your waist, thumbs crowning the tautness of your stomach.

“schieße, liebling,” konig murmurs, sounding so enamoured. he is unable to tear his eyes away from the bulge that formed on your belly, the skin stretched to accommodate the size of his cock.

“look how deep i am.” he pulls out as he says this, groaning when the bulge disappears as he draws his cock out, before thrusting back in, the bump on your stomach forming again with his pelvis snug against yours.

you scream, drawn out and hoarse, your back arching off the bed in pleasure.

“koni-!” you moan, eyes blacking out when konig grunts out in pleasure, still fucking you with a broken staccato.

you begin to sob at the realization that he’s not paying attention to you – that his powerful thrusts and teasing humping is all to see your stomach bulge. to see how well your body accepts him.

“konig, please,” you whimper, sniffling. his breath gets stuck in his lungs when he sees your pretty eyes blinking up at him, your kiss-swollen lips jutted out in an adorable pout.

“shh,” he murmurs. “none of that, mein engel. i’m just appreciating the work of art that your body is.” one of his hands leaves your waist, drawing gentle caresses all over your skin until he rests his warm palm on top of the bump in your stomach. “and what a blessing you are to me, liebling. how beautiful.”

[mythicmanuscripts]

What do we think about the boys with a Stark Spouse who brings a lot of blankets and furs from home to add to the bed? Especially with Aemond slowly growing closer they first seek out their blankets for comfort meanwhile Aegon and Jayce are just face planting into them after a hard day.

Love your writing btw!

This idea is so fucking cute I adore this.

I've kept this answer SFW but we can absolutely continue this concept into NSFW themes so if anyone would like to read that or has their own thoughts on it, let me know!

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AEGON:

So my immediate thought here was that you'd bring one of your blankets to your new shared quarters with Aegon. Even though you weren't actually staying there with him every night yet, you just wanted one of your comfort blankets there. Aegon immediately zeros in on it when he first enters the room and that's when your realise that he might have a thing for soft textures.

As you get closer, you have a servant put one of the blankets on the bed in his private quarters for him. When he spots it he literally just stands in his room crying for a little while until he composes himself enough to go looking for you and thank you.

Once you get closer, Aegon absolutely loves stealing all the blankets and nuzzling against them. You keep on adding more blankets thinking he can't possibly steal all of them and you keep on being proved wrong. Of course he can steal all of them.

And when Aegon discovers the absolutely incredible sensory experience of cuddling you naked with one of the blankets wrapped around you both? Well good luck because he's just found his sleeping position for the rest of his life.

JACE:

I don't know why, but I like the idea that Jace gets very cold very easily? Especially before falling asleep. And he's also very particular about fabrics and how they feel against his skin.

You learn both of these things before you marry him during the countless hours you spend chatting and getting to know one another, and so at some point during that time you gift Jace one of your favourite blankets. At first he tries to say he couldnt possibly accept this from you but then you promise him that he can put pack on your joint bed after the wedding and well... he blushes so hard he has to hide behind the blanket.

So anyway, yeah he loves them too. I also think he'd put blankets all around your chambers? There's always a blanket on your favourite reading chair or at your dressing table, just in case.

Also, because Jace is a gentleman at heart, he always ensures you're nice and warm before bed. Even if you've just wrecked him, he'll still double check you arent cold and that there isnt any part of you the blanket isnt covering. He takes is very personally if you get cold, absolutely not he must ensure you are always comfy.

AEMOND:

Aemond wouldnt even know about your blankets at first because he most certainly wouldnt even consider entering your private quarters for the longest time. Even when you get married, he's still very strict about only ever going to your shared quarters and having a servant summon you there.

As you get closer though, I think maybe he'd find himself outside your room? He didnt mean to, but he was so frustrated, (Sidenote: I think one of the first things Aemond realises when he meets you is that you just... get him? You never ever make him feel frustrated, you always understand him, he never has to explain himself to you or worry about you being confused when he tells you things). So one day when he really was considering just pushing Aegon off a balcony, he finds himself outside your quarters, like his subconscious knew he would only be able to relax in your presence.

You're surprised to see him, but you let him in of course. You pull him onto your bed, letting him cuddle up to you and discuss what's gotten him so worked up. Once he's sitting on the bed, he kinda just strokes the blankets in awe? He's never felt something so soft before, and when you notice his reaction you immensely grab another blanket and wrap it around him. He pulls it tighter over his shoulders and leans against you.

After that, Aemond comes over to your quarters every single night before bed. He'd lay in bed with you and discuss his day, hearing your advice and listening to you telling him about your day. Even when things get sexual, he still comes to your private quarters first and then goes with you to your shared chambers. You try to say he must just summon you to the shared chambers because then it would be much easier but he refuses.

The way I picture it is that Aemond's actual quarters and your assigned shared quarters would be near Aegon and Alicent's quarters? All the most important people are close together and very well guarded. Before your marriage to Aemond you stayed in one of the guest rooms that were on the other side of the keep. Aemond absolutely loves this, loves that he can come to you and be comfortable and he feels so much safer because his family is physically further away.

(One last sidenote: maybe you track down a floor or tower that hasn't been used for years in the keep and you get the servants to help you make it into a living space for you and Aemond? It's far far away from everyone else and the only people with keys are you and him)

[kaivenom]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do the One Piece Guys x Reader where, since it is the Fall/Halloween season, there are short stories of romantic scenarios of them and the reader doing Fall/Halloween things?

One Piece men small romantic Halloween season scenarios

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Trafalgar Law, Eustass Kid, Killer

A/N: This time Halloween caught me surprised and i wasnt planing on doing anything (cause i didnt have time to prepare it) but since two people asked for Halloween themed specials, i post this today 31th and the other one tomorrow 1st. Enjoy this fast done Halloween especial.

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Luffy

You came back to the ship and suddently all the floor was full of candy wrappers.

"Luffy, what did you do?" you yelled angryly to see your boyfriend on the floor with mouth full of chocolate like a small monster.

"Nothing."

"You fool, i see the evidence all over your face. Why? We were supposed to keep the candy for the kids to come here trick or treat." you almost thought you were about to cry due to frustation.

"Im sorry."

"i hope you are, halloween it's over." you said and go to sit on the couch, more sad than angry.

A couple of seconds later you felt a pair of arms wrap around your neck and a cheek brushing against yours.

"Please, what can i do to compensate?"

"That is up to you." you were trying to isolate from everything but couldnt keep away the curiosity when he came upstairs.

A couple of minutes later he appeared with improvised costumes, one looked like a witch and another like a ghost.

"We are going trick or treating."

"We are adults."

"I dont care, if we cant take the candy from the houses then we will take it in a more... out of law way."

You couldn't help but laugh due to the silliness of the situation. But you finally accepted and go to town.

Of course, no one of the town gave candy to some adults but there were a marine base so... you stole all the candy they had, and then run all over town with the sacks on your shoulder.

"That was funny."

"It was." you laughed and kissed him, which of course he corresponded.

"Now we have more candy to eat." you pinched his cheek with a devilish smile.

"No, you already ate, now we are going to distribute it with the children." he pouted at this but accepted and you kissed him again, "don't worry, you will have a little trophy tonight."

He smiled and expecting of your night encounter, he didnt separate himself from you the rest of the evening.

Zoro

You both arrived at a town on Halloween exactly and the people there celebrated something were they visited their loved ones graves. All the crew took it as a very weird and macabre thing but Zoro seemed amused so you proposed to take a walk thru the graveyard.

Even in the dark of the night, the oranges of the candles and the flowers make everything so colorful and somehow, recomforting. Zoro took your hand and place it on his biceps, now you both waking like the couples around, connected.

"This is somehow beautiful."

"It is, it makes you value life and honour death, this people are wise and respectul. I like that."

"I percieve it."

He smiled and place a small kiss on your lips, he looked relaxed and gratefull and you loves that.

You discovered a church/temple were the foreigners could put offering to their lost ones. It was a big contrast the tradition for loved ones in the place and the traditions that Zoro had. But still, you tried to accompany him on his offerings and prayers.

"And now what?" you asked on the stairs of the temple while he raised his shoulders in confusion.

"Now you eat, beautiful couple." a men appeared and offered you some food.

You realized that people were sitting on the ground of the graveyard and eating whole meals. So you took a place a little distand (you didnt want to bother anyones graves) and did a little picnic.

"This is a beautiful tradition." you said.

"Almost as beautiful as you." kissed your forehead, "somehow its very spiritual, we can come back the next year."

"I like that." he gave you again more peppering kisses.

Somehow that night made him extra lovely and devoted to you.

Sanji

He had been planing it for weeks, Halloween its a special occasion for doing special themed dishes so... he had enough food to survive 100 years and he planned to do every dish he wanted.

"Sanji, what is this?" you entered the kitchen earlier than he expected.

"Umm, i was planning on doing a special halloween dinner... like a surprise."

"Oohh, i can help?"

He didnt planned on letting you help, you were his godness, you cant make your hands dirty, but seeing you with that ilusion on your eyes, make him weak. Accepted and invite you to start organizicing ingredients.

Really aesthetic everything, he helped you knead things by putting himself behind you and interconecting your hands, small kisses every now and then, you throwing flour at him jockingly.

The night came and the only thing left were some cookies on the hoven so you both started somehow slow dancing on the kitchen.

"I didnt expect that cooking with you would be so nice, i expected you to be like one of those judges of the cuisine shows."

"How can i judge my precious woman."

"With a positive review." you smiled and kissed his cheek while he spinned you around and now your back is on his chest.

"And i am so used to working alone on the kitchen that i didn't expect to have such a good time but as always, doing things with you is the best of the day."

Trafalgar Law

Even thought you didn't expect It, Law Its a fanatic of Halloween... More like a fanatic of Halloween themed movies such as slashers or thrillers, specially psicological ones. So, when you discovered, you had to plan something out for the day.

"Law, handsome, since you like that type of movies so much and we are on spooky season, would you like to bingewatch?"

"And you think you are capable of keeping It straight with the fear?" He said, clearly judging and challenging you.

"I would."

"Then i accept."

Half a movie later you were terrified but you didn't want him to know, and that lasted for like 2 movies. He was really intrigated on the plot to see your little shaking, or thats what you thought.

"Just said that you are scared and we can go seeing the old ones, with the bad cuality effects, It wont be that bad."

You shook you head, you wont admit that you are scared to him. Then, when a movie with jumpscares started, you couldnt keep It straight anymore.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" You yelled while pressing Trafalgar's head against your chest, full of fear. "I am dying of terror since two movies ago, i cant to this anymore."

"Thanks for finally admiting." He said calmly.

"Idiot, i wanted to try to be as strong as you, how can you see this and dont faint."

"Cause i am a surgeon." He simply said and you had to stop shaking him.

"Fair point. I should go to bed."

"In that state? No, you will stay here and we Will put some of that cheesy Halloween Romance movie you like, then if you like i can play a slashers old movie."

You nodded and placed your head on his neck, he laughed a little at your action but you couldn't be more in love with him on that moment, cause you know how much he hates romance movies

That night you were sleeping really close to him, almost suffocating him with your arms. Normally he would yell but today, he just hugged you back really strong and kissed you.

Eustass Kidd

Big dates usually comes with great parties, being Halloween the BEST of the year. Thats why kid thought and since he is the captain, everyone was obliged to go party with him when the crew sailed on the 31st.

The club was noisy and you were dressed Up like a witch while he was like a zombie, well, everyone on the crew dressed as zombies. But he was your dead men.

You danced, laughed, drinked and even singed. Especially when kid decided to go on stage, sing a little and then dedicate you the dong, really embarrasing.

Now you were outside, midnight and taking some fresh air.

"Here she is, my magical girl." Kid apareaded on the street with a cup on his hand and a cheeky smile.

"You are really drunk" you chanted a little.

"Its that the spell you put on me? Because It Is working really well." You laughed.

"You are silly."

"And you are looking gorgeous. I know that all the crew was invited but right now, It IS our special moment just..."

"Just you and your Hot baddass goth wife that you will do everything she says."

"You caught the words out of my mind and yes, i Will do everything you want."

He kissed you, passionaly, on the dark part of the street, for a long time. Long enough that some members of the crew began to start searching for you both.

But kid couldn't care less, when they found you, he kicked them out and a couple of minutes later you entered again on the club.

Dancing more, laughing more, drinking more and kissing more.

Killer

You were gathering some supplies for the ship and suddently Killer stopped in front of a big banner saying "Pumpkin carving contest". He tried to make you think that he didnt care but in reality it was obvious that he wanted to enter the salon and compete. He is good with knifes and you are good helping him so.

"Killer, if you want, we can..."

"We are adults, we are on our twenties, i am a big feared pirate and..." you looked at him, dead seriously, "i would really like it, if you dont mind and if we can still asign."

You smiled and followed him to the inside. You both signed and he was nervous cause he is big and all of that but inside there are people of all kinds.

He got his knifes, the responsables gsve you a pumpkin and you started thinking on the design, to help him go faster.

The clock marked the end of the contest and the judges passed thru the tables. Some people didn't finish the desings but killer and you being the coordinated couple you are... There was no problem.

You dont know if It was due to the terryfing look of the pumpkin of the intimating look of your boyfriend, but when the judges passed by, they started shaking.

"And the winner is Killer and partner."

You both jumped excited to get the prize, a dinner in a restaurant. In fact you dont really care about the dinner, just that Killer left out his bad boy rude men facade to do something funny and childish.

"That was amazing, we can go to the restaurant now if you want" thats what you said while exiting the salon.

"Yeah, we can do that." He lifted you Up on his shoulder and gave you a loveful spank.

[stanzo75]

could you do the fluffiest tooth rotting fluff with george and reader ?? it can be about honestly ANYTHING i just crave fluff

Absolutely!!

Boyfriend!george x sick!reader

Your sweet weasley boyfriend takes care of you while you're sick🫶

(This was totally inspired bc I've been in bed sick all day, so I'm sorry if it sucks😓)

Youre stuck in bed, sick as a dog with an awful cold. Your head is pounding, your nose is stuffy, your throat hurts, you have a god awful fever, your body aches, and you cannot stop coughing, and the worst part is that your boyfriend is going to be stuck in class all day. George weasley just might be the sweetest boy you had ever met, and youd been dating him for the past year and a half. All you could possibly want right now is him.

Suddenly you hear a light knock on your door, and george slips in holding a bag. He smiles at you brightly as he makes his way to your bedside.

“I heard you were sick sweetheart, i brought you some things”

You glance at the time, “george! Its halfway through your first class! What are you doing here?” you rasp out.

He chuckles as he sits on your bed, “i didnt go, i went out to hogsmeade to pick up supplies instead. Class doesnt matter half as much to me as my sweet sick baby”

You scoff softly and roll your eyes, although you were secretly pleased.

“Dont give me that look! You know you missed me” he murmurs as he leans in to press multiple soft kisses to your forehead. You couldnt help the smile that spread across your face. He pulls away and ruffles your hair before opening the bag and pulling out various items, a box of your favorite tea, 3 small potion vials, a bottle of pain reliever, a small box of chocolate, cough drops, tissues, and a packaged bowl of soup. First he picks up the vials, “these wont taste great, but they should help with your just about everything, i just brought muggle cough drops and pain reliever for backup” he says softly. One by one, he uncorks the vials and hands them to you, laughing as you shudder at the taste but rubbing your back for support. Once you were done with each, you could feel your aches and pains melting away. He throws away the vials in your bedside trashcan and turns back to you. “Are you hungry?”

You shake your head, you havent gotten your appetite back yet, so he places the chocolate and soup back in the bag, he takes the rest of his supplies and places them on the nightstand.

“What about your classes george?” you ask, his smile widens

“Im not going to any of them, im staying here with you the whole day” he responds, sounding insistent.

“Youll get sick if you stay in here with me!” you argue, not wanting to get your beautiful boy sick. You had only seen him sick once and he dramatically acted as if he was dying.

“Who cares? We’ll be sick together then” he reassures you. And that was good enough for you.

You reach out your arms to him, and he smiles warmly as he gets under the covers with you and scoops you up in his arms. He wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back gently.

“Get some rest love, im not going anywhere” he whispers softly, placing more kisses against your forehead. Eventually you succumb to your tiredness, falling into a deep sleep within his arms. When you wake back up coughing, hes snoring next to you. Only a few hours had passed, and your body had started to ache again. But that didnt matter to you yet, you were still caught up in a rough coughing attack. George wakes up after a moment, sitting up next to you and rubbing your back as he helped you up into a sitting position. “Shh, shhh its okay” he whispers in a groggy voice. He quickly reaches to the nightstand to grab your water bottle, holding it up to your face for you take drink. You happily accept his offer and take a few sips. Once you had calmed down, he pulls you into his lap facing him, allowing you to bury your face in the crook of his neck as he rocked you back and forth, gently running his fingers through your hair. You wanted to stay like this forever, the feeling of him kissing your cheek and doing everything in his power to comfort you felt amazing. He truly cared for you so much, he treated you so delicately with such intense love. “Gimme a kiss” he murmurs.

“Youll get sick!” You protest, but you still pull away to face him. He smirks and leans in the press kisses all over your face, finally landing on your lips, delivering a long sweet kiss as you giggle. Over the next few hours he made sure you had everything you needed, and when classes finally ended for the day, he stayed despite hermione and ginny returning to the dorm to drop off their schoolbags. You were starting to feel a bit better now, and restless. So he helped you up and brought you out the common room along with ginny and hermione so you could socialize a bit. He kept you on his lap the entire time, leaning his head on you shoulder with his arms around your waist, handing you new cough drops from his pocket everytime the one you had completely dissolved. Eventually you unintentionally fell asleep against him, and he carried you back to your dorm and placed you in bed. He made sure to get permission from hermione and ginny to stay the night with you, and thats just what he did. The next day, you felt moderately better, but he kept you in bed anyways, just in case.

And just like you'd warned him, a few days later he got sick. And he totally acted like a drama queen about it. But at least you could return the favor, taking care of him.

[mayoonn]

heyya! i saw u needing some1 to request so here i am 😈 imagine maki (from jjk) is from a family thats known for their alpha genes (yes. a/b/o universe.) and shes engaged with m!reader whom she thought is a female omega due to his pretty face + mid length hair. she couldnt do anything but froze infront of m!reader bcs she thinks that an angel has fallen (cheesy, i know.) but no, its not a fallen angel. ts a human being. maki is rough at reader first but cant help being smitten to reader liek shes ready to give the whole world for him. also could u add smut innit? any kinks r welcome ;) and and make maki a softdomtop!!!!@ im such a sucker for maki ong 😩 ANYWAYS have a great weekend :]]

Thank you, dear! Maki is so.. hfgghh ♡♡

I apologize if it's very late and if this story was a little rushed or doesn't make sense, I was in the hospital with my mom.. Don't worry, she is very well! She just had surgery (I'm suck at writing smut ಥ_ಥ)

(Male reader!!, smitten omega! reader, subbttm! reader, alpha! Maki, softdom! Maki, Maki has cock, reader has pussy and cock, feminization, nipple play, frottage, rough to soft vanilla sex)

Being an omega is a curse and a blessing for you at the same time, from getting special treatment to getting treated like a slut or an object sometimes. It was 0 to 100 real quick, you have to meet the right person or in this case, the right alpha. You were glad your parents weren't like those abusive or narcissistic as other Omegas are experienced before. You actually have a very decent and normal life, your parents taught you well especially about the alphas.

You believe that not all alphas are that horrible but often, you heard or even saw with your own eyes that you actually questioned yourself whether you should even mate with one. You are an independent, one truly rare to see in omegas so it's really a choice to have a mate. Your parents were worried that you'll end up alone all your life so they offered to set up an arrangement of alphas as your potential mate.

At first you were reluctant, you were afraid about your parents taste in alphas. Not that they had terrible taste, you were scared of what kind of alphas they are. You know how they can be but thinking of being alone for the rest of your life sounds depressing. You agreed nonetheless and your parents were very delighted. They were so excited that you were sure they already made a list..

For the first few dates, they were terrible. Just as you expected, one even sent death threats just because you weren't interested in.. "Open relationship". You frustratedly sighed when most of them were talking about themselves. Well at least you dodged big bullets there, you knew you'll regret when you mate one of them. Your mother comforts you, giving you hope to find a suitable mate while your father arranged your dates.

You were starting to give up until your father came in the room, running as he looked very very excited. You were skeptical, raising your brow at him and crossing your arm. You hoped it would be great news or you might as well give up on this whole mate thing. " well, you don't believe it but Maki Zenin accepted our arrangements! " your father exclaimed as both of you and your mother were shocked to hear this news.

Your face was flushed red as your mother hugged you, celebrating as if you actually achieved something. Well you did, Maki Zenin was a powerful woman and also her family was known for their alpha genes. You actually have a crush on Maki since forever, you didn't think this would've happened to you but it did. You have seen her fights, you even heard that she's actually very respectful and such a gentleman!!

If you could, you would be squealing right now like a high school girl getting love notes from her crush. Your father had told you the arrangement, usually date in the same restaurant as always on tomorrow night. You had to stay calm in front of your parents, you didn't want to look so excited when in the past, you repeatedly told them you don't even need or want a mate. It would be embarrassing, you went to your room and got your outfit ready. You even practiced in front of your mirror, you also don't want to be a stuttering mess in front of her, Maki Zenin! You pray that it'll end up well and you are happily married together and forever! ♡

Okay, maybe you were a bit delusional there.. The next day, you were waiting in the restaurant. You came way too early, you kept checking your hair and your attire. You actually did your best as much as you can, you want to impress her so hard.

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After months of courting her, you were both engaged and it was actually going pretty well. The first date, Maki thought you were a female omega with how much you actually cleaned yourself very well. She was flustered when you confronted her that you were a male but hey, she really hit the jackpot there. The way you talk with your soft tone, your eyes fluttering at her, your attire almost seen as an angel that has fallen from heaven. It's cheesy, she knows but she can't help but flirt with you. Your blush compliments your skin so much

That night, after your wedding and on your first honeymoon night was the night you lost your virginity to her. She was glad and appreciated that you waited for her for a long time and she won't hold back. You weren't surprised that she manhandled you so much, it actually turned you on. You were both naked on the bed as she said in hushed words in your ear while she prepared your pussy and stroking your cock. She kept edging you, fingering your hole so fast then slowing down when you were so so so close to cumming.

"Aww, I'm sorry baby but I want you to cum on my cock. Hmm, so sweet, " she smirked as you arched your back in pleasure, your hand gripping on her hand while the other was holding her other hand. It was romantic to you, you thought it was because even though she's so mean and being so rough on your pussy but she is actually so sweet. You tighten your grip as you moan louder, begging for release. Then she stopped and slowly pulled out her fingers from your gaping hole, you huff and pant as tears swelled in your eyes. Your cock twitching so hard, it was painful to hold it in but anything for your lover.

Your hole is gaping as if it was calling for her, you let go of her wrist and wrapped your arm around her neck. Your lips hovering hers as you slowly leaned and kissed. Maki traced her hands on your body, slowly from your chest then on your curves. She gripped your waist and started to devour your neck, marking and biting that it'll leave bruises. You were sure that it won't fade for weeks, you love how possessive she can get.

"Ahh~.. M-maki, please~..," you don't know why you begged for but you really need her. You feel like your body is heating up like a scorching fire. Maki hummed while she gently bit your nipples, playing with your chest. You lightly moaned and your brows furrowed, both of your naked bodies were sweating like crazy. "Baby boy~ be patient, I'll be gentle with you, " she chuckled as she gripped your thighs and pushed up, rubbing her cock to your hole. Your legs twitch every time her cock rubbed your entrance, the head of her cock threatened to push inside. You whimpered and pleaded as you buck your hips but Maki gripped on your thighs.

Your hands gripped onto the blanket behind you as you watched her cock sliding onto your pussy until she finally pushed it in. You arched your back and your eyes widened, your hole clamping on her cock. "Relax baby~ shh.. Shh, relax," she grunt while she rubbed your hips. Your eyes shut, your knuckles became white and slowly getting used to her size. It was bigger and more painful than you expected your first time to be.

After a few minutes of staying still, Maki slowly thrust her cock. You moaned, wrapping your hands around her neck again and nuzzled your head to her neck. Your feverishly moan and gasped were clearly heard from her ear, she grunt as she started to thrust hard. The slaps and your girlish moans can be heard from outside the room, your legs twitch while her cock drilling your inside as if she was rearranged your guts.

You squealed and moaned, bed creaking from how hard she thrust. Maki holds your hand as she whispers sweet nothing in your ear. She growled and soon your release came, the Milly and sticky white substance covered both your stomach and hers. Maki thrust harder than before and you mewled, pleading for her cum as your eyes rolled to the back. Not too long after your orgasm, she came inside. You gasped, feeling your womb were filled and you were pretty sure that your stomach bulged out a bit. Maki lay down on top of you, her cock still inside as she kissed the hickeys she gave in your neck. You grunt when she pulled out, her cum oozing out of your hole and you were too tired to do anything.

She went to the bathroom and came back with a wet rag and water for you, she helps you sit up and clean your body. She kissed your shoulder over and over again as you hummed, this was the best night you will not forget ♡

[eatmeandbirthmeagain]

♡ Stay - King Baldwin x Reader ♡

♡ Fluff ♡

A/N: This is based on the film Kingdom of Heaven. This is not about the real King Baldwin. Also this is set pre-film

TW: Leprosy

The army had returned from battle earlier in the day and after tending to her duties she could finally relax.

Y/n sat in the servant chambers, book in hand.

The day had been strenuous for all and everyone who worked and lived in the castle was absolutely exhausted by nightfall.

She was finally getting settled into her book when someone knocked loudly against the wooden door.

“You may enter,” she called out without looking up.

The door pushed open to reveal a rather tired looking Tiberias, still dressed in formal uniform.

“The king wishes to see you madam” he said sternly.

“Of course sir” y/n said quickly, getting to her feet to follow him out the door without hesitation.

Since she had been promoted to Baldwin's private maid, it was painfully obvious that he had taken a liking to her.

They were the same age, 16 and a half and had been acquainted briefly since she had begun work at the castle at age 13 after the death of her parents.

They stopped outside the large, wooden doors that lead to the king's chambers.

Tiberias knocked on the door and pushed it open when he heard a tired voice allowing it to be opened.

He shoved her into the room and shut the door, leaving her alone with the king.

“Your majesty” she said, bowing her head to the young king, who sat on the edge of his large bed.

“y/n, you're a sight for sore eyes” he said gently, looking at her with a kind expression.

She smiled warmly at his words.

She couldn't deny the fact that she had taken a liking to him also.

He was charming and quite frankly gorgeous with softly curled, blonde hair, sculptured face and stunning blue eyes. Despite the painful looking sores that had begun to form on his perfect face, he was beautiful.

Even with them, he was wonderful.

“Anything I can assist you with sir?” y/n asked.

“Yes. Please, come sit by me” he gestured to the space on the bed beside him.

When she sat down, she turned to him, awaiting the next command.

“I have a request,” Baldwin declared, inhaling. He sounded almost nervous.

“Of course your majesty, anything” she tilted her head to the side at the inquiry.

“I don't wish to be alone tonight” he paused. “I have seen so much death in the past few weeks. Can you just stay with me until I fall asleep?”

Y/n couldn't help but smile at the innocent request. He seemed so small at that moment. Like a scared child.

It hurt her heart to see him like this.

“Of course I can. Why don't you get yourself comfortable and I could read to you if you like?”

He nodded, a feeling of relief washing over him at the accepted request and he began to climb under the covers as y/n stood to retrieve the book he was currently reading from his desk.

Once he got comfortable under the thick covers, she sat down beside him, sitting up against the headboard of the bed.

She looked down at Baldwin who was looking up at her with anticipation, a small smile on his tired face.

Y/n opened the book to the page with the bookmark in it and began to read.

Baldwin felt his eyelids growing heavier with each word she read. He moved his bandaged hand to cover a soft yawn before letting his eyes fall shut.

About fifteen minutes had past and y/n was not really paying attention to anything but reading the book out loud, focused on keep her voice steady.

She was abruptly snapped out of her focus by a soft weight suddenly pressing against her upper arm.

Y/n looked to her side and a small smile crossed her face when she saw a mess of blonde curls resting against her.

Baldwin had dozed off and was now leaning against her arm that sat by her side, holding the book. He was fast asleep, she could even hear him snoring lightly.

Y/n couldnt help but chuckle at how adorable he looked like this and how fast he fell asleep.

He must have been exhausted, the poor thing.

But now her job was done, so she had to go.

Trying her best not to move suddenly, so as to not wake him, she lifted the arm that he was resting on slowly.

She held her position when he stirred a little, groaning softly before turning to his side and wrapping his arms around her waist.

She remained still until she heard his breathing even back out to soft snores.

Now she couldn't move. His head rested against her side, practically in her lap and his arms were wrapped all the way around her waist.

Y/n sighed and surrendered to the fact that she would not be leaving that night.

She lifted up the arm that he was previously resting on and carefully placed it around his back, pulling him closer.

This was not allowed.

But she didn't care. Her lord needed comfort and she could provide it.

Eventually, the warmth of the room combined with Baldwin’s gentle snores lulled her into a light sleep.

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The following morning, y/n was the first to wake.

Her eyes snapped open and she immediately took in her surroundings. It was early. The first light had begun to shine through the window, and she was still in the king's chambers.

She turned her head to see that Baldwin was still sprawled out against her, arms wrapped around her thin body tightly, as if in an attempt to make sure she stayed with him. His legs were slung over hers as well, pinning her down completely.

His quiet snores told her that he was still sound asleep. Her nightdress even felt a little damp where his head was resting either from him sweating or drooling.

She figured both.

She couldn't help but smile at the sight. It was strange seeing her powerful lord and king so helpless.

Maybe not so infallible after all.

Slowly, she moved her hand up from where it was resting on his back to run her fingers through his messy hair.

The young king groaned softly at her touch and buried himself further into her warm body.

Baldwin’s eyes fluttered open and he put his head up to look around.

His eyes lit up and a small smile crept across his face when he saw her still beside him.

“You stayed” he mumbled, his eyes half closed, looking as if he was about to fall back to sleep any second.

“Of course I did,” y/n replied, caressing the back of his head gently.

“Why don’t you get some more rest. You look exhausted”

The sleepy smile didn't leave his face. He simply nodded and curled up against her once more, closing his eyes.

Before he drifted off again, he squeezed her tighter, muttering a quiet “stay”.

“Of course my king” y/n replied, but she didn’t think he heard it.

[freyito]

hello hello!!! may i order an idia flavored curry rice plz?? blinks cutely) ty!!

✭ pairing(s): idia shroud x gn reader

★ in which: idia is WAY too confident that he can out miku you.

✩ curry rice black forest cake w/ idia shroud!

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✧ a/n: ykw anon. im so glad you changed your mind because this gave me SUCH a banger idea that i couldnt go to sleep cause i was writing it out in my head. teehee :)

🗒 cw: gn reader, ffxiv sneak, just embarrassed idia :3, not proofread

✎ wc: 2.7k

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It was late at night, and you had been on call with Idia. He was grinding out materials for some new transmog that had dropped in his game, and cursing the drop rates. You, on the other hand, were grinding out Project Diva Mega Mix for no particular reason. You had just made up your mind that you wanted to full combo some extra songs, and now you were hellbent on doing so. Plus, it provided some nice background music for Idia and his grind sesh.

By now, you had two songs finished and full cleared (albeit, with 97% accuracy), and you were working on your third, Sweet Devil. You already had four failed runs, your hands were starting to cramp a bit, and Idia’s smart remarks weren’t helping you. Not to mention, you always found the mvs distracting. Too much happening in the background while you were trying to focus on the notes.

You slump back in your chair with a huff as you watch the small word ‘safe’ pop up and interrupt your combo. You watch for just a moment as the symbols fly past on the screen, a barrage of ‘miss’es following shortly after. You finally exit the mv, balling your hands into a fist and then stretching out your fingers.

“I thought you were, like, a god at rhythm games,” Idia chides. You can hear the smile through his mic.

“Well sometimes it takes a couple tries,” You sigh, shaking your head. 

“Yeah, yeah, sure it does,” He chuckles. When you look at his stream, he’s finished up running maps and his character is now toiling away by the marketboard. “I bet I could do it.”

You raise your eyebrow, though he can’t see it. “Hm, what’s the stakes?”

“We need stakes?”

“You’re insulting my integrity as a rhythm game player. I want there to be a deal.”

A silence follows your voice, but you can hear him shift back in his chair. “Okay. What do you want to bet, then?”

Hm. You yourself don’t know exactly what you want if you win. Maybe you could get some gil off of him in game, but that didn’t feel like enough. You look around your room, before spotting something rather intriguing. It was a forgotten purchase, a pastel pink maid dress. It was rather cheap material, but still served its function. You were sure if you looked for them, you’d find the rest of the pieces…

“Loser wears a maid dress,” You declare triumphantly. “I got one in my closet.”

“... I, uh, don’t wanna ask why you have that,” He mumbles, “But I guess I accept. It’d be pretty nice to see you in a maid dress, heh…”

“Don’t act like you’ve already won. You haven’t even opened the game yet.”

“Yeah, yeah, just lemme put this up on the marketboard and I’ll get on the game…”

You lean back, content to wait and give your hands a bit of a break. You can’t help but smirk at not only making Idia eat his words, but seeing him in a maid dress would make you… quite happy, to say the least. The light pink would pair well with his hair and– you have to stop yourself there. You’d rather not distract yourself any further, nor allow yourself to get cocky. You can’t get ahead of yourself, or else you risk losing perhaps the most precious award you could ever have. 

“Okay. I’m on. Which song was it again?” Idia finally speaks up. When you look back at his stream, he’s ended it.

“Sweet Devil– Hey, you should stream your screen,” You point out, tabbing back into your game.

“I’m getting to itttt,” He drags the last letter, like it was too much work, as if he had not streamed his games every time you two called.

You watch as the ‘stream has ended’ switches to his screen, scrolling through the songs before landing on sweet devil. He changes difficulties to extreme, then waits for a moment, like he’s expecting you to say something. You decide to mess with him a little bit, staying silent a little longer.

“I’m waiting,” He groans, and you can almost hear his eyes roll. “I know you’re watching. I heard the little viewer noise.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You chuckle, “I’m ready whenever you are.”

Idia doesn’t even grace you with a ‘go’, or anything of the sort, simply starting the song, following your words. You scramble to tab back into the game, quickly selecting the song. 

The song and mv start up, and soon after the notes come in. You do your best to focus, to try and block out the MV, the bright pink lights of Miku’s room and Miku herself made it hard to follow the notes, especially with how fast they were. Still, you find your rhythm relatively easily, considering you knew the song and charting by heart. Normally, you’d be super conscious about the progress bar beneath the screen, checking to make sure you were well above the ‘excellent’, marker. However, you were too determined to focus. And unfortunately, that would be too much of a distraction. You don't even focus on if your hits are 'good' or 'excellent'.

The hold notes scare you the most, considering you always end up slipping up on them, somehow. Either that, or you don’t hold them for long enough and panic when you can just press the other buttons on your keyboard. You tell yourself, over and over again, in your mind, that you can just use the other set of keys. You have to. You can’t risk allowing Idia to have any sort of edge on you.

Three minutes feels like five, or even ten. Idia has been far too quiet during this, not even muttering something under his breath. You feel grateful for a moment, if you heard anything on his side, you’d probably mess up. Maybe you could mess him up. Yes. No. Ugh, if you did, you’d probably mess yourself up, too. And if you had messed him up, he’d complain and call for a redo. You would rather never play this song again, to be honest.

Just as your fingers start to tingle– a result of adrenaline, for some reason–, the word ‘success’ comes up. Behind the notes, Miku turns her little devil tail into a spear and throws it as a planet. You do your best not to celebrate too early, still having to go through with the last couple seconds of the song. You were just happy to have nailed the challenge time, more than happy. 

After the last couple of notes, you’re able to lean back and relax. For a moment. When the ‘clear’ screen comes up, you feel your heart jump at the percentage. 101.53%. You look over at Idia’s stream and can’t help but laugh. 99.07%.

“No,” He utters weakly, with an agony in his voice you have never heard before. He doesn’t say anything else.

“Yes,” You feel maniacal, an odd elation spreading through your chest. You don’t even exit the game, hopping out of your chair. “You stay right there.”

You pull the dress from your closet, listening to Idia frantically call for Ortho from your headphones. The rest of what he says is unintelligible, given the distance between you and your headphones as you rummage through drawers to find the rest of the costume. You find the cuffs, stockings, and even a headband with cat ears. It’s a little bent, but you’d fix it on the way.

Hurriedly, you stuffed the costume into a bag, grabbing your phone and turning on the flashlight. Slinging the bag over your shoulder and rushing out of your house. You keep your flashlight pointed at the ground so you don’t trip, running as fast as you can to the Hall of Mirrors. Like it is a high-stakes situation, time is precious. If you can’t make it to Ignihyde’s dorms soon, then you will never see Idia in a maid dress, even if you won the bet.

The minute you reach the Hall of Mirrors, you practically throw yourself through Ignihyde’s mirrors, scrambling through the halls with harsh breaths. Your heavy footsteps echo through the halls as you make your way up the steps and to Idia’s room, clutching the strap of your bag. Ortho is there, in front of Idia’s door, opening it just a crack.

Seeing you, the boy lights up, smiling at you from underneath his mask. “Oh, hey, Idia. They’re here!”

“Nooo!” Idia squeals, and you can what him scrambling from his chair to close the door.

You shove your foot into the crack of the door just as Idia tries to open it. He uses more force than he means to, squeeze your foot slightly. You don’t emote, despite how much it hurts. Which scares Idia. But you don’t care. You won the bet. And he needs to pay up. Ortho stares blankly, trying to figure out what has Idia acting this way, before scolding his brother.

“That’s mean! You shouldn’t try to shut your partner out, especially like that!” 

Idia shrinks back a little. It’s clear that Ortho doesn’t know what has you on such a warpath, and you are quite happy with that. Finally, you smile a little, opening the door with your other hand. 

“Ortho…” Idia murmurs, turning his gaze away from you and his brother. “We’re gonna, uhm, game all night. Just us two. So, uh, you should get some sleep.”

He sounds utterly defeated, and Ortho remains none the wiser as to what you were about to subject poor Idia too.

“Huh? But you called me here?” Ortho tilts his head, raising an eyebrow.

“I-I didn’t mean it– er, It was a mistake,” 

“... Okay! I’ll leave you two be. Have fun!”

And with that, Ortho hovers away, happy to leave his brother in your hands. By then, Idia knows he’s lost. You take a step in, handing him the bag with the dress and accessories in it. You don’t even speak to him, feeling a bit too giddy about your win, and prize.

“Uhm… can you at least stay out there, while I get changed?” His voice is shy, understandably so. 

“If you lock yourself in there, I’ll get Ortho to break it down,” You place your hands on your hips, in an attempt to seem confident.

“He wouldn’t do that.”

He’s right, you were well aware that your threat was kind of empty. But there’s no way you were going to let him get away.

“Then I’ll get those Heartslabyul first years to kick the door down.”

He lets out a small ‘eep’ at this, frowning. “Okay, okay, I won’t lock the door. Fine. You win.”

He doesn’t allow you any time to reply, taking the back and closing the door all too quickly. You can hear him shuffling about and the clothes rustling, and you feel your stomach flip-flop with nerves. You fidget with your hands and turn your back to the door, pretending like you actually didn’t care all that much so that Idia could get dressed faster, like that would work. You cross your arms, tapping your fingers against your biceps while you wait.

After a while, you hear the door crack behind you, and you turn around way too excitedly. He barely peeks through, giving you a look akin to a pleading puppy. He didn’t open the door all the way, insistent that you had to slip in through the crack, in case any one else would look out and see him. He’d rather save himself the embarrassment.

Finally squeezing through the door, he shuts it quickly. You, on the other hand, are greeted with a sight. His entire face is red, the tips of his hair flickering a bright pink as he looks away in embarrassment. The dress is a little short for him, so he clutches to the hem of the skirt and pulls it down a little. The pink worked well with his hair and his skin, just like you thought. It’s cliche, one of the dresses that was copy pasted from all those maid animes and what not. But still, you think it fit well.

“This is so cheap,” Idia complains, tilting his head up. “Okay. I dressed up. Can you go now so I can get back in my pajamas?”

You realize he’s missing something. The cat ears.

“No. No, I’m not leaving until you put the cat ears on.” You state simply, looking around for where they are.

He grimaces, deflating even more. “Please no. I think I might die. Actually, I’m going to die. Right now.”

“I won the bet fair and square, it’s not my fault. Where are they, Idia.” You speak with such a stern voice, it almost scares him. He finally, hesitantly, points to his chair, his grimace deepening as he looks back at you. “Put. Them. On.”

He groans, turning around and grabbing the cat ears. He gives you one last look, begging you to just let him go. Maybe you’re being a little too sadistic, but c’mon, Idia in a maid dress. That’s it. You plan to make the most of it. Slowly, he lifts the headband over his head, then lowers it down. Now you have your own Idia cat maid in front of you. You can’t help but smile, absolutely jubilant to see this poor man wearing such a cute dress.

“Okay. Can you go now, please,” He pleads once more, bringing a hand up to his face.

“Can I at least take a picture?” You hold up your phone.

“N-no! Please, no. I’m already at my lowest point, don’t have to kick me while I’m down…”

“Okay, okay,” You decide to finally allow him some mercy, “I won’t. But… I don’t think this image is ever leaving my head any time soon.”

He sighs and shakes his head, avoiding your gaze. But he doesn’t reply. Well, that won’t do. You decide to come up with a quick excuse to stay.

“Well, I ran all the way here, in the dark, it’d suck if you sent me back,” You try to play it cool, tilting your head a little and looking up through your lashes at him. This earns you a deeper blush.

“Stop it,” He huffs, turning his head. Met with his set up, he realizes you two are technically still on call. And he finds his way out. “Your pc is on, you know.”

“Huh.”

“It’s on. You’re still in call.” He points to his monitor.

Your blind blanks for a minute, before you panic a little. You would like to stay and see if you can get him to stay in the maid dress for a little longer, but at the same time, you’d rather not blow out the power supply of your pc. That thing is too damn expensive. And you love it too much.

“Okay. Bye.” You huff briskly, turning on your heels and waiting for the door open before running back down to the mirror that connected the Ignihyde dorms to the Hall of Mirrors.

Idia yelps as the door slides open fully, stepping back and pressing himself against the wall so no one would see. Like anyone else was up at this time. He listens to you rush down the hallway, before letting out a breath. Once the door is shut all the way, he’s quick to wriggle out of the dress, throwing the cat ears, cuffs, and stockings (which ended up ripping a bit) to the corner of his room.

Almost breaking the zipper, he yanks it down on the back of his dress and throws it alongside the scattered recipes, before staring intently at it. Why couldn’t you have just waited for him to undress and take it back? He didn’t want these god forsaken items here. In his room. That reminded him of you. That’s like the cheesiest romantic thing couples do! And in this fashion, perhaps even cringey! He wants to burn it, so bad. Or throw it out. But what if someone somehow finds it in the trash? And then they link it back to him? That’d be the worst scenario. The absolute worst.

He continues to stare at it for a minute, before reaching for his pajamas that were hanging off the back of his chair. Fine. He’ll leave the stupid costume alone for now. Perhaps it’d come in handy one day. Give you a taste of your own medicine… or something.

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[s0apmactav1sh]

Traitor AU! 141 x male reader.

TW: Violence. Mentions of a knife? Reader going through physical torture. Youve been warned

Theres so real mention of pronouns but reader is a male. Minors, fem alligned do not interact. My works are purely for 18 + and are male centered. Thank you.

- Price who gives the order after a tip off directing them in your direction. For what? For giving out info on the recent mission that got them ambushed. You who wakes up in an interrogation room by freezing cold water being splashed over you.

- Ghost who carries out the first part of the punishments they deemed reasonable for your betrayal. Choosing which bones to break that would cause the most pain and injury to you. Starting with bashing in your knees to make sure you wouldnt be walking out of there. Next deciding on breaking a few ribs. To hell you be damned. Each bone broken had you writhing in pain and pleading with him that it wasnt you.

- Ghost who leaves you with several broken bones all over. None of them even caring to question you. Its not like he comes back either. No he stays away after that being unable to look at your face without seeing a traitor. He had half a mind to go back in to break your jaw or give you a black eye but that was to be left up to soap or gaz.

- Soap. Who wasnt usually quick to anger but this? Was unforgivable and you deserved it right? Each time he took the knife to add another cut somewhere a small voice was telling them there was something wrong. But he shook it off taking out his frustration on you cutting you up. Swapping out different blades depending on how angry he was feeling in the minute.

- Gaz who doesnt even go when its his turn instead ignoring your pleas for them to listen. Just watching you through the two way mirror as other soldiers go in and take there revenge for you betraying them. Watching how they beat you bloody, broke bones like ghost had done, cut you up like soap had done and spread the word like price had done.

- You who gave up fighting against it all after 3 days of the constant beatings and torment you were going through. You tried convincing yourself that they were only angry because they thought it was you. Theyd surely come rescue out of there as soon as they came to their senses. Right? Right??

- You who gave up the hope after two weeks. None of them had returned leaving it up to the other soldiers to torture and do what the wanted to you. Your body had numbed most of the pain. Even when a soldier took a pilars to your teeth. Ripping some of them out. When said solider then broke your jaw with the same pilars leaving your mouth a bloody mess.

- Price who was going mad at not finding anything that he could properly pin the betrayal on you. All he had was the tip off but even then was it true? No. It wasnt. Ghost had caught the proper mole. The one who was selling information. The one who had framed you.

- Price who demanded all torture towards you stop. But it wasnt quick enough. Most of the wounds left were infected from being left untreated in a damp room. Even medics were sure you'd heal properly because they werent allowed in to asses your injuries until now.

- Ghost who felt guilty but didnt show it. He was disgusted with how easily they all believed it, how quick they were to resort to torture. Soap who couldnt believe the little voice in the back of his head that he had been ignoring was telling the truth. After seeing you in the hospital covered in bandages and casts for the broken bones he knew he shouldve listened to it but he was blinded by his anger.

- Gaz who had refused to visit you, almost like he had refused to torture you. It didnt mean he wasnt as bad as the rest of them. No he had let others do his piece for him which made him just as bad. Now all he cpuld do was watch you through the mirror to your hospital room hoping you'd heal.

- Price who was in denial over what he had done. Refusing to accept he had given the order. He had been to visit seeing you hook up to the machines the fact that you would have to take leave for who knows how long. And the possible chance that you would never be the same. Torture did things to people, altered their mindsets and he was worried that would happem to you.

- You would didnt properly wake up until a month later, medics having to sedate you when you did wake up since the pain was clearly unbearable from the way you thrashed and squirmed in the bed. You who had to be strapped down so you didnt fall and worsen the injuries that were struggling to heal already.

- You who couldnt even look at any of them when they finally came to visit. Just staring up at the ceiling. Deep in thought remembering the harsh words they screamed at you the way they tortured you in that room for 17 days straight. They tried their best to talk to you or get you to look at them but you couldnt. Nor would you. You didnt feel safe around them. A chill piercing you each time they even touched you.

-now came the question was what would you do when you healed?

Pt 2???

[nyxila]

MORE of Jinx Isha and Ekko headcanons. BUT this time, its more oc? Like I want to put some here like "what if they had another kid, Jinx's pregnancy etc." And I know, some people hate it. So please if you do not like this idea, do not read this one. I will try to do more so anyone can read them! <3 Not every head canon in this will be about this idea, but there will be. Wich ones wont be about this, I will reuse in another post, so anyone can read it <3

Ekko likes to use pet names on Jinx "babe, dear, love. My darling etc.." she likes them only in privet.

Scar (Ekko's second in comand of firelights) didnt like Isha at first. She was wierd to him. But soon learnd to like her. He was one of the first ones who accepted Jinx among them. To annoy her, he calls her Inx. She as reavenge calls him Sca (she always looks like shes trowing up).

Ekko and Jinx again created their round bike. They annoy the shit out of other firelighs.

Jinx still goes to last drop to just sit in Silco's old office and just talks to herself.

Ekko painted Au Powder so Jinx can see her. Isha saw it too and did her hair as Powder. Jinx got mad at her (for first time in history) and stormed out of the base. Isha spended the day crying in Ekko's arms. When Jinx came back, Isha was still crying but didn't came near Jinx. Jinx after little time couldnt watch Isha cry anymore and just cuddled her for the rest of the night.

When Jinx finded out she was pregnant, her first idea was that for sure she's gona "Jinx" that kid. Later that day Ekko founds her crying. At first she does not want to tell him what happend. When she finally does. He does not react so he wont scare her (he secretly tries not to jump and cry in happiness).

Jinx didn't said anything about her pregnancy until it was visible.

She was acually the calmest in her life during her pregnancy, she was also at her weakest. In the begin of her pregnancy, she trew up daily even two times. Aperently it was thanks to Shimmer.

Ekko was nonstop scared that Shimmer would kill both Jinx and their baby. Luckily it did not.

Isha was extremly happy about the news. She wanted baby sister and was really pissed of when she got little brother. But she loves him.

Jinx is always scared that she will accidently hurt her kids.

She hated how everyone wanted to hold her baby. She let only Ekko to hold their baby.

Vi almost killed Ekko when she founded out about Jinx's pregnancy. Cait was acually the one who stoped her. Even thou she says she does not care, Cait is acually good aunt to both Isha and her brother.

Jayce and Viktor does not visit under city and firelights base often. But they always make super sure to bring Isha and her brother gifts (Viktor insist on this.)

Both Isha and her brother love Lest. They are so confused why kids love them, but they like kids as well.

Sometimes Ekko talks Jinx into letting kids with Scar or some of their friends and they spend time just together. Jinx hates letting kids alone, but she is always greatfull for when Ekko does this.

Jinx, Ekko and Isha has matching nails.

Ekko is weirdly obsessed with Jinx's hair. Like anytime he can, he plays with her hair, brush it, braid it or just hold few of them.

Jinx and Isha both gently tugs on Ekko's clothes when they want/need his attantion.

When Zeri joined firelights, she was jelous over Jinx (bcs she too liked Ekko). They once had fight and after Jinx almost broke Zeri's spine, she stoped even looking at Ekko (Zeri is from league of legends and is also from Zaun. I saw some people shiping Zeri and Ekko so I got this idea, also this is more for people who do not play league)

Jinx and Ekko are both really easily jealous.

When Ekko for the first time heard the song from Au. He asked Jinx for the dance.

When he heard it for the second time, he told her that he loves her.

When he heard it for the fifth time, he proposed.

When he heard it for the tenth time, she told him she is pregnant.